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birdmitosis · 15 hours

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I DID ANOTHER VOICES THING. Sorta meta-ish, looking at game stats!

Specifically, I spent a while going through and figuring out which other voices each voice can get in their Chapter IIIs. I didn't count the Moment of Clarity, though I did count the Razor routes; in the Razor's case, I went with the idea that this counts as Cheated being able to get Hunted, Contrarian, Broken, Paranoid, and Stubborn, but doesn't count towards any of those other voices being able to get each other because, well, those aren't their chapters are they?

Then I figured out which voices have what I'm calling a "mutual relationship" or "mutual interplay" -- ie, if you can get X in one of Y's Chapter IIIs, can you get Y in one of X's Chapter IIIs too?

And then I broke it down a little further. According to the sequence on the Stranger's stairs, each voice (other than Hero, who for obvious reasons isn't a part of this post at all) has a counterpart; they're sort of tied together via their respective Chapter IIs. So... which counterparts have a mutual relationship? Which don't? Which non-counterparts have that kind of mutual interplay?

I think the results are pretty interesting, and I'm putting them under the cut here.

Not Mutual, Not Counterparts:

Broken & Paranoid

Cheated & Broken

Cheated & Paranoid

Cheated & Stubborn

Cold & Cheated

Hunted & Broken

Hunted & Contrarian

Hunted & Skeptic

Opportunist & Cheated

Opportunist & Stubborn

Skeptic & Cold

Smitten & Cold

Stubborn & Skeptic

Stubborn & Contrarian

Not Mutual, Counterparts:

Cheated & Contrarian*

Hunted & Opportunist

Skeptic & Smitten

Mutual, Not Counterparts:

Cheated & Hunted*

Hunted & Stubborn

Opportunist & Paranoid

Mutual, Counterparts:

Broken & Stubborn

Cold & Paranoid

SPECIAL NOTES:

Cheated & Contrarian not being mutual is, IMO, a special case that doesn't quite count the same as the other two in that category... Not just because Stranger doesn't have any Chapter IIIs, but also because I could make a strong argument that if Stranger did somehow get a Chapter III the one voice it makes the absolute most sense to get in it would be Cheated. (Because we were "cheated out of" being able to actually make a choice due to the "game" "bugging out.") It doesn't actually count as them having mutual interplay, of course, but I think there's plenty of reason to count them as at least a bit of a special case.

Cheated & Hunted being mutual might just be a bug, unfortunately!

Hunted can get Stubborn in both Den and Wild; they are the only mutual (though non-counterpart) pair where it's possible to get a voice in both of the other voice's Chapter IIIs.

Hunted & Stubborn is, in fact, an absolutely wild case because they are one of only 2-3 mutual non-counterparts and also have TWICE AS MANY shared chapters as literally any other voice pair! Whatever these two have going on is special for sure.

Opportunist can get Cheated in both Thorn and Wild; they are the only non-mutual (and non-counterpart) pair where it's possible to get a voice in both of the other voice's Chapter IIIs, interestingly enough!

Paranoid is the only voice who has mutual relationships with both the voices that show up in their (main) Chapter III(s). If you show up to help Paranoid, Paranoid is going to show up to help you.

Skeptic and Smitten are the only counterparts where neither of them can get the other in their respective Chapter IIIs! I bet this is going to change for at least one of them in The Pristine Cut...

(Yes, that's only 22 voice combinations when I said it's possible to get 25. That's because the Razor route is weird! Strictly speaking, it's also possible to get Contrarian & Broken, Contrarian & Paranoid, and Hunted & Paranoid through that route and nowhere else, which makes up the other 3 pairs! But they don't count for my calculations here; I don't even think it makes sense to add them to the "Not Mutual, Not Counterparts" list.)

So out of the counterparts presented on the Stranger's stairs, two of them are mutual and three of them are not, with one of the ones that isn't mutual being a bit of a special case.

And out of the non-counterparts, 14 of them aren't mutual, while 3 of them are, buuut one of those that are might just be a bug and so it's probably more like 15 and 2.

Summary: It's just as likely for the voices counterparts to mutually get each other in one of their Chapter IIIs or... not. However, it's really rare for two voices to have that kind of mutual interplay when they aren't counterparts! I find it interesting that two of the voices who aren't mutual with their counterpart -- Hunted and Opportunist -- find that mutual relationship with a non-counterpart instead -- Hunted with Stubborn, and Opportunist with Paranoid.

#slay the princess #slay the princess meta #meta #the voices #i'm not tagging this with every voice #i just find some of these details very VERY interesting #and i look forward to seeing how some of this might shift around and change when the pristine cut comes out!

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ficmashup · 5 months

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A Date

Summary: You join TF141 after something happened on your last deployment. They take you in and while it takes some time, you find yourself warming up to them, and them to you. Perhaps especially to the Captain.

A/N: These two are such idiots, I love them. I'm already feeling the itch to make this ten parts and I'm trying to resist (not really) so we'll see! I know what I want to happen next, but we'll see how many chapters it takes to get there. Hope you enjoy!

Warnings: Some SA references if you squint, crass language.

Word Count: 3.1k

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My foot taps insistently on the floor as I stare at my reflection in the mirror. I’ve changed clothes five times and while each outfit has irritated me in some way, nothing makes me more frustrated than the fact that I’ve changed clothes five times. It’s so unlike me. But there’s no protocol for going on a date with your captain. There’s fucking protocol to not date your captain. “Stupid, stupid, stupid.” I take a deep breath, my gaze dropping to my phone for the dozenth time.

It’s been a couple days since Price stayed here and since we set a date to go out. Like actually go out.

The only people I can call are the people I absolutely do not want to know about this. Simon would either pretend not to care then tail us from my apartment or show up randomly wanting to meet my date. Soap would tease the hell out of me and keep bothering me until I told him who it is so he could do a background check. Gaz…he’s the wildcard. And it’s for that reason alone that I pick up the phone and call him.

The phone rings as I put it on speaker and set it on the dresser in front of me as I stare at the screen. “G? Hey!” His voice comes over and I smile a little at the instant warmth in his tone. The tapping of my foot slows.

“Gaz.” I greet him, then realize I have no clue what I’d like to say. “What are you doing?”

“I’m in the shops getting a few things for this weekend. You’re going to fucking love the dip I’m bringing.” I hear the soft shuffling of bags and more of my nerves ebb at his easygoing tone. We’re all gathering at Price’s to watch the game before we’re heading back to base this weekend. “You’re bringing something too, yeah?”

“You know I’m bringing dessert and I don’t want to hear a fucking word about it.” I bite and smile when I hear him chuckling.

“Thought your idea of dessert was sucking on a spoon of sugar, G. You know the whole point of watching the game is to eat chips and dip in front of a big tv, yeah? We don’t need dessert.”

“You need something sweet to cut the salt all of you are inhaling every second.”

“It’s a dip party.”

“It’s a football party and I’m making a dip.”

“A dessert dip? The fuck is it, a bowl of whipped cream?”

“I’ve seen you and Johnny race to finish containers of whipped cream, so don’t even try pretending you wouldn’t love that.” I’m grinning now and while a ball of nerves still remains heavy in my stomach, I no longer feel weighed down by it.

Gaz grunts over the phone. “Ugh, right. Nearly threw up after that.”

“Mmhmm.” I remember clearly, for some reason, I was suckered into rubbing both Gaz and Soap’s backs while they tried not to puke. “If you don’t want to try what I bring, then you don’t have to.” There’s a beat.

“No, I’ll try it.” He gives in almost instantly and I smirk while I walk into my kitchen, leaning against the counter while I stare at the door. A glance at the clock reveals that it’s nearly time and if there’s anything I can count on, it’s that John will be on schedule. “But did you need something, G? Or have you just missed my sweet voice?” Gaz asks and I hear some plastic crinkling as he no doubt piles chips into his shopping cart.

My lips press together for a moment as I consider what to say. “Just missed your voice, Kyle. Looking forward to trying whatever monstrosity of a dip you end up bringing.”

“Hm, careful, G. All those sweets are starting to rub off on you. That was almost sweet.”

“Fuck off.”

“Yeah, that’s more like it.”

“Bye, Gaz.”

“Later, G.”

I hang up and take a deep breath, feeling steady again before there’s a knock at the door. The zing of nerves flushes through my body and I don’t let myself think about it as I walk over and swing the door open without hesitation. My body instantly softens at the sight of Price in a white button down, pressed slacks, and a bouquet of roses. I’m struck dumb instantly.

My name falls off his lips, sweet as honey, and the way he looks me up and down makes me grateful that I finally chose a black dress. “You’re stunning.” He says it like a fact and I smile, pressing my lips together to keep from grinning like a fool as I welcome him inside. I definitely don’t let my eyes slide over his broad back and see how his pants fit his backside and thighs very nicely. “Wasn’t sure how you felt about flowers, so I figured I’d hedge my bets.” He places the beautiful bouquet on my kitchen counter while I grab a vase and I smile as I turn around to see him placing a small bag of my favored hard candies beside them.

“And you say that you’re not good at diplomacy.” I tease and earn a chuckle while I fill a vase with water.

“Don’t think many would accept flowers and candy in exchange for weapons or tac gear.” He lifts the bouquet and slides the already cut stems into the vase as I set it on the counter next to him.

“You never know. Something to try.” I smirk up at him while he smirks down at me and fuck, it’s been a long time since I’ve so easily had fun with someone. “You look really good.” I say it before I can think too hard about it and luckily, my head is blissfully quiet as his smile sweetens while those pretty blue eyes shine.

“Good thing too. Maybe I won’t look too outta place next to you.” He says and I blink before I lift my hand to flutter over my mouth to hide my wide smile. Fucking smooth talker. “Ready?” Price tilts his head towards the door and I nod, grabbing my small purse and sliding a few candies into it. He offers his arm and I take it with a little smile, feeling…well, like I’m going on an actual date.

The car ride is easy, nothing we haven’t done before, but the nerves creep back as we walk into a nice restaurant. Although it’s terribly sweet how John shifts and his hand slides over mine wrapped around his arm when he confirms the reservation. Maybe he’s as nervous as I am. “Is this your usual haunt for dates?” I ask him softly as we settle down at a table. Thankfully, it has a clear view of the doors.

John heaves a breath and shakes his head. “No. Thought that since we’re both a bit out of practice, going back to basics might be best.” He settles into his chair and there’s a small smile on my face as he looks around a bit, hands smoothing over his thighs. Somehow, him being nervous makes me less nervous. It means he cares as much as I do.

“Bet I can beat you there.” I challenge and he stills, quirking an eyebrow at me. “Two years. And a little longer if we’re talking a date with someone that matters.”

John half-smiles. “A year for me. Year and a half for anyone that mattered.” I hum, claiming my victory while his eyes sparkle with amusement just as the waiter comes by to take our drink orders. I take a small risk just to put him a little more at ease.

“An old-fashioned for him.” I order his favorite with a little smirk at the look he gives me.

He considers a moment while the waiter looks between us with a dubious expression. “Mojito to start, then white wine for dinner. Something sweet.” Price looks at me for approval and I nod, pressing my lips together to keep myself from grinning like a fool. The waiter takes this in and his bemused glance at us nearly makes me laugh as he walks away.

“Think we’re scaring the waiter.” My tone is light as my fingers glide over the silverware laid out on the table with the cloth napkin in my lap. At least I remembered a little about how to act in a place like this.

“He’ll recover.” John says without an ounce of concern and I try not to glow under his steady gaze. It feels surprisingly nice having all of his attention. I don’t mind being seen by him, never have.

My head tilts a little. “Do you enjoy scaring the general public?”

“Occasionally.” He leans forward a little and I copy him, unable to resist. “Although, I’m not the one who nearly knocked out some idiot in a bar.”

I smile at the memory. “He would have deserved it.”

Price nods without hesitation. “I almost regret not letting you. That happen often when you’re home?”

My head shakes as I fiddle with my glass of water, turning it in a slow circle. “I handle things a little differently here. My reaction there was due to being around a crowd of other military men who seem to always understand physical denials better than verbal. Something I’m sure you’re not unfamiliar with.” He sighs, but nods with reluctant acceptance. “I figured it was better to make my stance clear right away. At home, I’m a bit more lenient. More drinks thrown in people’s faces than fists.” The pads of my fingers tap against my glass as a thought occurs to me. “What’s your choice of deterrent?”

My question earns me a warm chuckle and brings the slightest of blushes to his cheeks. “Ah…most are chased off by a stern warning.” My smile widens a bit when he doesn’t deny being chased after. It’s not a surprise. In my clearly biased opinion, Price is a catch. Which makes it all the more puzzling that he’s on a date with me.

We order and conversation is easy as always. We veer away from the topic of work and speak more about our family life, what it was like for us growing up, and how we eventually decided to go into the military. It’s nice hearing him talk about himself for an extended period of time. I’m used to hearing him talk about plans, missions, and all with a firm tone with a goal in mind. Now, he’s relaxed and smiling and his tone is light. Even playful. I could listen to him talk all day.

“I don’t need dessert, John.” I insist, smiling ear to ear as he hands the dessert menu back to our waiter after already ordering me one. “I’m not going to eat it.”

“You’ll have at least one bite here, then eat it tomorrow.” He states and my head shakes while I swirl my wine around in my glass. It’s actually good. He chose well.

“Only if you have a bite too. You need more sugar in your life.” I say pointedly with laughter in my voice. His smile in return is warm and both of us have our elbows on the table as we lean towards each other.

“Good thing I have you then, sugar.” His eyes sparkle as my head ducks a moment, my face heating.

“Mm, good thing.” I return and fuck, he’s pretty when he smiles like that. All teasing and light and sweet. The dessert comes, the sweetest little thing they had on the menu, and we both take a bite as promised. I might have a few bites more before we finally walk out. The night is brisk and I pull my wrap tight around my shoulders, automatically leaning into Price’s warmth as I wrap my arm around his. He accepts me instantly and it’s easy to feel like a normal couple as we walk down the street towards his car.

“Should we think about what to tell the team or are we putting a pin in that for now?” I ask idly and Price sighs, the warm air from his lungs appearing as an amorphous shape in the cool air.

“As soon as we tell them, we’re going to hear about it for a while.”

“Weeks?”

“Months, if we’re lucky. Years, if we’re unlucky.”

I pull in a deep breath, shaking my head at the thought of the boys nagging us for so long. But it does make me happy to think about years spent with them and Price. “How about we talk about it over breakfast on Friday?” I suggest, my lips pressing together a moment as nerves swirl in my stomach. I can count on one hand the number of times that I’ve asked a man out with varied success. But when I look back at Price, he just has a sweet smile on his face.

“Sounds good to me. Dinner tonight, lunch tomorrow, breakfast on Friday.” We reach the car and I raise a brow at him as he opens the passenger side door for me.

“Lunch tomorrow?” We hadn’t spoken about that yet.

He nods, a teasing glint in his eyes as he helps me up into the passenger seat. “Mmhmm. Sound good?” Good is a severe understatement, but I manage not to grin like an idiot while I nod.

“Sounds good.” I agree and that little glint grows brighter as he closes the door. I allow myself to lean my head back against the headrest as I smile as wide as I want, then compose myself as Price gets into the driver’s seat and takes me home. We both walk very slowly as we head up to my flat and I almost laugh at both of us acting like teenagers not wanting to say goodbye at the end of a date.

He sighs heavily as I unlock the door and I smirk at the sound. At least I don’t have to wonder if he had a good time. I push my door open and turn back around, leaning against the door frame. “Thank you for this.” My hands smooth down my dress as I look up at his handsome face and I’m glad he’s not wearing his usual hat pulled low over his face. I like that I get to see this side of him. “I had a really good time.”

“So did I. Thank you for letting me.” He says with a playful edge in his voice and I give him a look for the insinuation that I don’t often let anyone do anything for me. Despite it being absolutely true.

“And are you going to tell me where I’m letting you take me for lunch tomorrow?” I turn his words around on him and feel immense satisfaction as he smirks and leans against the doorframe opposite me.

“I’m going to show you a few of my favorite places around the city. It’ll be a bit more relaxed and we’ll be walking a bit, so comfortable shoes would be wise. I’ll come to pick you up at noon. Alright?” He tilts his head towards me slightly, waiting for me to agree, and I smile at his thoughtfulness as I nod.

“Alright.” I agree and we stall for another moment. We’ve reached a soft line tonight. Sure, he’s been in my apartment, ate my food, drank tea, slept in my guest room, but that was all while we were friends. He’s not getting invited inside after the first date. I cross my arms and he seems to realize the line a second afterward, smiling as he straightens and takes half a step away from my door.

“I…” He hesitates and my arms fall back to my sides as I wait for whatever he has to say. His pretty blue eyes are locked on mine with his lips parted and I raise a brow, silently telling him to go on. He takes a breath and turns his body back towards mine, but doesn’t move closer. “I’d like to kiss you, but I need you to tell me if that’s alright or not.” His voice is a touch lower and surprise trickles through me, then warmth.

I take a steadying breath before stepping towards him. “It’s okay. Just…slowly.” My eyes stay on his, my words frank and honest, just like we’ve always been with each other. He nods and leans down a bit, the only part of him touching me is a callused finger sliding under my chin to tilt my head for him. The barest touch sends electricity sparking through me.

I taste his breath first and the leftover sweetness from our last bite of dessert mixes with distinct, bitter scent of his cigars. It’s intoxicating and I hum ever so softly while my eyelids flutter. John murmurs my name before brushing his lips against mine for the first time. I stiffen out of instinct and he pulls back an inch before freezing, his eyes scanning my face. It takes a moment for me to relax and this time, I reach up and gingerly slide my hands through his beard as I get myself used to him. He sighs and I’m immediately comforted by the way he leans into my touch.

“Again.” I request, lightly scratching my dull nails over his beard without even thinking about it.

Price’s eyes widen for a moment, but he doesn’t hesitate to kiss me again. I focus on everything that makes Price, Price—the smell of his cigars, his trimmed beard, the way I can feel the tension in his hand as he tilts my chin up, doing everything he can not to touch me more because I haven’t asked for it yet, haven’t said it was okay. His lips are gentle against mine and the kiss is simple. Just a little pressure and the slightest taste of his breath once, twice, a third time before he pulls back and straightens.

Our hands fall away from one another and I rub my fingers together, still feeling the sensation of his beard under my fingertips. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” He says in a low tone that I’ve never heard from him before and all I can do is nod. He smiles and I barely stop myself from reaching for him again as he walks down the hall and into the stairwell.

It’s only when I’m inside my apartment and leaning back against my locked door, fingers on my lips as they tingle, that I realize just how much trouble I’m in.

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inafieldofdaisies · 4 months

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Ship Art | John x Sabrina | The Diviner and The Baptist | Commission by @derelictheretic

“Kiss me, mercilessly. Leave no corner of me untouched.” — Beau Taplin

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agios-rio · 1 year

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Black Fire by Sonni Cooper

(aka the one in which Spock acquires a Romulan boyfriend who reads love poetry to him and Kirk is Not Happy About It)

#they're grasping hands. that means they also kiss on the mouth probably #kirk also has a new first officer in this novel who seems to be Very Smitten with him. he's jealous of spock even tho they never even met.#and when kirk and desus meet the vibe is absolutely rancid. like they're two girls in a reality TV show about to claw each others eyes out #with fake nails #k/s #star trek tos #tos tie in novel #black fire by sonni cooper #s'chn t'gai spock #james t. kirk #spirk #kirk/spock #rio.png

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locatislunaticolupin · 2 months

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Day Twelve: Whisper

Written for day twelve (of october) of @remadoramicrofics. 411 words. Also available on Ao3.

Dora usually returned home with the volume turned up: it didn’t matter where in the cottage or garden they were; they could always hear her trip or stomp or crash to where they were, and she always engulfed them in big hugs and gave them noisy kisses that made Teddy go gross! and made Remus go all shy. She was a whirlwind of energy and words, telling them all about her day or asking them all about theirs. Remus saw the plants perk up when she was around, the sun get warmer, the night homelier. It was easy for him then to keep quiet and let her fill the space —she made it so much brighter!

It was harder to take up that space himself when she came back all quiet and hugged them extra tight (it was this marriage, Remus; I’ll be right back, Remus, I just need to check on Teddy; he was a kid, Remus!), but he tried. He wasn’t Dora —he was beaten down and tired, barely a whisper of a person and not nearly enough to fill that space— but he loved her, he did, so he hugged her back almost just as tightly and made her favorites for dinner or a cup of tea if she couldn’t stand to eat. He followed her around, more like a beaten old dog who had found someone kind than like a puppy, tentative and careful, and touched her shoulder, her arm, her neck, her hair. Dora held his hand in hers, and he didn’t complain about the tight grip (he held hers back, even if he couldn’t bring himself to do it just as tightly).

Late at night, with only the sounds of their cottage around them and their dogs at their feet, Dora would tell him, quiet and careful in a way she never was, about the case, about the slump of her shoulders, about how it wasn’t fair, Remus, it isn’t (and it wasn’t, he knew, and he told her so. He wondered, after she fell asleep, if at times like these he made her feel more alone —if he could truly understand what weighed so heavy on her. But he could offer her a hand and a shoulder and a hug, and he loved her so much, and it scared him so much, but he wanted to choose her, to choose Teddy, and he hugged them a little more often if not all that tightly).

#remadora microfics #remadora #remus lupin #nymphadora tonks #anth: this house is an orchestra #the thing about remadora is that they're smitten #from their best to their worst decisions they all come down to how much they absolutely love each other

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umbracirrus · 5 months

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So!!! I finished my drawing of my dragonborn Elyse and Balgruuf now that I'm (almost!) free from university stuff for the year!

Ah I love these two. Especially Balgruuf 💛

#meg has done some drawing #dragonborn oc elyse #balgruuf #balgruuf the greater #skyrim #skyrim fanart #balgruuf x dragonborn #I didn't originally plan on a background but it didn't look quite right without one #so decided to draw them by generic wall in dragonsreach <3 #are they about to kiss? are they dancing? hehehe only i know!#and the answer is both. they're doing both.#they are absolutely a romance-y lovey-dovey far too smitten with each other but know when to get down to business kinda couple y'know?#probably the sort of couple to make his children gag at the sappiness but put up with it because they're happy #and it makes dragonsreach a lot more cheerful and lively

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myname-isnia · 5 months

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Forever stuck thinking about the parallels between Kuviren and Mingzan no one touch me

#I mean. unless you wanna yell about it with me. then yes please touch me absolutely #there's just something about tiny snarky waterbenders and their smug teasing earthbending partners #the type is definitely genetic #suiren not only looks exactly like Ming-Hua but also inherited her tsundere #and ghazan and kuvira are similar enough too. the way they're utterly smitten for their respective gfs. their love for teasing #their not so secret death wish #etc etc #once Mingzan and Kuvira get to meet some interesting conversations will have a chance to take place #I've got two main ideas #one is suiren and ming-hua #their relationship has gotten healthier. ming-hua has learned to let go of that little water lily she missed so much #suiren has realised her child self isn't dead just hidden deep down. once they reunite again it's nothing at all like Uprooted #and once ming-hua finds out about who her daughter is dating. they talk #suiren feels the need to overexplain bc of the whole former dictator thing. but ming-hua is like 'I see the way she looks at you.'#'like you're the world. she makes you happy and that's all that matters to me even if I don't quite understand why her of all people'#and when suiren asks how she knows. ming-hua talks about how ghazan looks at her. and then they get to discussing #and realise how similar their respective partners are #and then the other idea is ghazan and kuvira #she's nervous at first because again. an ex dictator surrounded by anarchists. and is worried the convo will be about intentions #with their daughter. so she too quickly tries to explain why she and Suiren are together. but ghazan just says #'if she's anything like her mother. and she was. as a child at least... then I totally get it' and he grins #and they talk about their girls in length too #ghazan's my love vs kuvira's my suiren #both smitten. completely and utterly in love #<3<3<3 #if there's one thing to gain from all of this is it's that I maybe have become very kuviren centric but it's still a red lotus hyperfixation #first and foremost #and I've been craving RL shenanigans these past few days. so so badly #my beloved darlings

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pokemonruby · 4 months

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almost finished with act 2............... still so much of the game left and i'm at 60 hours...................

#bg3 has been such an unprecedented experience. i'm loving every single second of it.#riley rambles #i know it's kind of cringe but i do have a storyline going on with my tav (godwyn)#very chaotic evil right from the get-go and exceedingly self-centered but they're slowly but surely getting reformed #still a sarcastic and greedy asshole but a sarcastic and greedy asshole who is learning to cherish their companions at the very least.#though others? depends... on the situation. and the potential rewards.#also absolutely smitten with astarion. they shouldn't give me nor godwyn the option to kiss him whenever we please

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theladyfae · 2 years

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when the "well-groomed" half of your ship practically worships their significant other, a feral mess of a person <33

#listening to sajdaa and. i am not immune #especially if theres the usual outsider view of ''huh they can do so much better than this mess they're dating rn'' but they're so goddamn #smitten that they refuse to hear it <33 #and the person that comes across as odd and slightly off to others is absolutely adored by their s/o #who's very well liked by everyone else or w/e #. yeah im having hannigram brainrot im sorry #faera's

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percyshipz · 2 years

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When your Bf & father figure are fighting 😔

#[[ They hate each other in canon but I pretend they'd try get alone when I'm arouns #[[ Like they're smiling. I look away and they're glaring daggers at each other #[[ This part of the game made me choke tho. I wanna meet bu.gs.ax muts tho :(#[[ Or people to talk about the game in general with.#🌌🌌 ;; scrambled thoughts #🍓💕🧶 ;; absolutely smitten #🍅🌵🦴 ;; accidental surprise adoption #[[ I don't think I need to tag this but if so let me know!!!#[[ ok bed time for me now.#[[ Chan.dlo handling it SOOOOO well.#[[ Gram.ble canonically says '' this is why your wife left you '' to him tho 💀

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theabbystabby · 2 years

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SEASON 4 STRANGER THINGS SPOILERS (kinda):

I'm really glad it got better the more you got into the season. Had me worried there for a sec! It was between ??? and "oh come on" for the first episode or so.

And of course, once again, going through the tag is like pulling teeth because almost no one talks about anything except shipping. Eughhh can we talk about OTHER aspects of the show for fuck sake. There's so much more to the show than the stupid teen romance/awkward love triangles/whatever the hell is going on. Which in my opinion is mostly eye rolling material (these guys acting dumb in the face of death makes me wanna scream).

Oh yeah last thing. Hey Netflix? Fuck you for making us wait FIVE WEEKS for the two episode finale. Perish

#Stranger Things #Stranger Things Season 4 #ST4 #Stranger Things Spoilers #Text #Vent #I wanna go through the tag without feeling angry because people are fighting about ships or whatever #I wanna talk about THE SECRET CHARACTER #I wanna talk about the bad guy #I wanna talk about almost anything other than the romance #I know thats like half the show arguably but that doesn't mean uts not annoying #Especially when they're choosing the absolute worst times to be smitten #It's time to STOP #AND I WANNA TALK ABOUT HOW THAT BITCH ANGELA DESERVED WHAT SHE GOT!!!!#KILL!!!!!!#Why were none of the characters clapping #Why were people on Angela's side after seeing what her and her asshole friends did IN PUBLIC #I would have done something/clapped for El #And speaking of El: She's still the best character I love her so much #I hope she doesn't die ;__;

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brainfilehasstoppedworking · 4 months

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I wanna talk about Taka's mom. But I have no ideas.

#I should continue writing that dumbass fic where Takaaki drops of Taka at Mariana's house and they just have a moment of “Wow. I love you”#Like. They're absolutely SMITTEN for each other #sam's talky talks

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inconveniently-discorporated · 9 months

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I think I have a potentially controversial opinion on Aziraphale and the ending.

So one of the things that made me smile so, SO much, was THIS:

That PURE ABSOLUTE UTTER JOY.

We have not seen ANYTHING like that from demon Crowley. We've seen him be drunk and silly, we've seen him be amused, but we've not seen this.

Now, let's consider what we know about Heaven:

It's never fully populated. ALL of the shots are completely devoid of angels, except for a few, who are almost always just getting somewhere and never really talking to each other.

Where I thought the archangels were a tight clan, it really looks like they're super catty and prone to jealousy. No doubt they would stab each other in the back happily if it came down to it. How much of Heaven is like that, if even the archangels all hate each other?

Aziraphale already has a nervous disposition when he meets Crowley. Is he perhaps an angel that NEVER fit in? Is he familiar with being ostracized by his peers? Just how lonely IS Heaven? Crowley seems to be a pretty powerful angel, and HE doesn't even know that it's all getting shut down in 6000 years -- it's like no one talks to anyone.

Aziraphale, during their whole meeting, looks absolutely smitten. At one point, Crowley goes, "Look at you! You're gorgeous!" and Aziraphale looks over with happy surprise, just before realizing he's not looking at him but rather at what he's created. And then, when Crowley starts going on about making suggestions and asking questions, Aziraphale is IMMEDIATELY concerned and doesn't want him to get into trouble.

Aziraphale is hooked on this angel, and I cannot help but think that this is perhaps the first angel who has ever WELCOMED Aziraphale into his company.

He is hooked on this angel, and the way Crowley smiles is with the light of all the stars he's just created, and it's infectious and it brings a smile to Aziraphale's face as well. And then this angel shields him from the oncoming falling stars.

He is hooked on this angel, and then this angel goes and joins the Great Rebellion, and becomes fallen himself.

"You were an angel once," Aziraphale said, softly, at the bandstand. He remembers.

I think it's reasonable to guess that Heaven has never felt so warm as it did in the presence of millions of exploding stars, next to the (arch?)angel that may perhaps be one of the few (only?) to pay him any positive attention.

I think it's reasonable to assume that Heaven was not the same after Crowley fell. I wouldn't be surprised to find out Aziraphale had wondered about the angel, wondered if he was okay. I would imagine that Aziraphale keeps that picture of pure, angelic, unbridled joy somewhere inside of him.

So, really, is it any surprise that threaded throughout EVERY interaction, Aziraphale has this deep-down feeling that Crowley is good? Would it be any surprise that Aziraphale, an angel who goes along with Heaven as far as he can (which isn't always), feels that if HE is still an angel, then what was done to Crowley was a great injustice?

I think it would make sense that we are shown "before the beginning" not just because it is fun, but because THIS is the foundational context for everything Aziraphale thinks Crowley is, everything Crowley enjoys. I think he remembers this moment and wishes he could live there forever. With Crowley. The two of them with this happiness, forever.

But nothing lasts forever, as much as he wishes it did.

I'm not saying Aziraphale was right with what he did to Crowley at the end of s2. There is a lot I think he did wrong. I think he held onto this picture so tightly, he didn't realize that Crowley had long since let it go, and painted a new one with Aziraphale with all the shades of grey he picked up as he sauntered (or plummeted) vaguely downward (into a pool of boiling sulfur).

I don't think he was right, but I do think he is understandable. I think there was a lot of selfishness, but also some misguided selflessness too. I watched that first scene with angelic Crowley and my heart actually broke a little, because I thought, "What a shame this joy was taken away from him."

I think Aziraphale is trying to right the injustice he feels has been done. But I also think Aziraphale doesn't realize that Crowley can never go back. The concept of falling never crossed Crowley's mind when he suggested that he ask a few questions, and he will NEVER get that kind of innocence back. And Aziraphale doesn't understand, because Heaven has clearly always just been that way for him (he is already aware of the danger of asking questions).

Crowley does not want to go back because he can never go back. He can never be the same angel he was when he thought he could build a universal machine that would crank out stars for eons and eons. He can never be the same angel he was when he thought he could make some suggestions and ask some questions and co-create with THE Creator.

Crowley understands that, and Aziraphale doesn't. But I can understand why Aziraphale would want to try. And I think it's all because of this:

#good omens #gos2 spoilers #good omens meta #aziraphale analysis

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