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[laceswan]

Thoughts on Kuroo

Kuroo Tetsurou, the man that you are.

I’d like to write something exploring the way he talks to people. We see it a few times throughout the show, but since he’s not on Karasuno, it’s less than I would like. It’s all of the captains, really, that have this trait. They are observant. They know how to talk to each of their people to get them in the right headspace. We see it best with Daichi and Takeru in the Wakutani Minami match. But Kuroo is a little different. He’s not just observant, not just encouraging, he’s cunning. Of course he can bring his teammates back into the game, of course he can remind them when they’re struggling that they’re still doing well. He knows his way with words. But that can be turned on its head. To be observant and to be eloquent is to be manipulative, when used in a certain way. Which is precisely what Kuroo does. (It’s also what I do, though I’m trying not to lately.) He has the gall to use his skills to manipulate, though not necessarily maliciously. It’s just to get Tsukki to stop block for them. But I wonder when he might be pushed to use his sharp tongue for more harmful purposes. Probably when he’s mad, probably when part of him wants to make others hurt the way he’s hurting.

Idk maybe I’ll write something where he gets into an argument with his person (probably y/n) and hits them where it hurts.

[laceswan]

i have this karasuno headcannon that suga, daichi and/or kiyoko got so sick of losing their players before games that they taught the entire team how to do bird ( specifically crow ) calls and whenever they need to do a quick roll call thats what they use

once at the training camp fukudorani and nekoma teamed ip together to steal hinata and tsukishima and when karasuno realized daichi just tiredly whistled and hinata and tsukishima were instantly found

bokuto was so impressed that he tried to get his team to learn owl calls too but akaashi said no

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GOOGLE BRENNAN LEE MULLIGAN RIGHT NOW

[laceswan]

something about how maxwell assumes his alter ego by removing layers, not adding them. something about the animal violence held back and smothered by thin layers of civility and rules, like ripling muscles disguised by starched waistcoats, like satin gloves on bruised fists.

something about how rowdiness is something uncouth, of the lower classes, to be avoided by the Nice Well-To-Do Young Men of Gath. something expected of someone like Van, so she has never seen need not to embrace it. something about how Gotches Stay On The Ground, (never get their hands dirty) about how the first word another character used to describe Maxwell was "obedient"

something about how "-well" is a family naming convention, how in the ring he is "the max", no well, no gotch, just him stripped of the ways in which his family seeks to define him.

who are you when you are most yourself?

does it scare you? should it?

something about satin over bruised knuckles. something about taking it off.

im gonna throw up

[laceswan]

Lines are from this beautiful piece of writing

[laceswan]

saw a theory that the SmokeStack twins were posing as one man in Chicago, which helped them get away with stealing from both sides. i'm poised to believe that because visually their clothing was very clearly of the two mobs. smoke was full irish— tweed, bowler hat. while stack had the full mafia look. yk italian leather shoes, fedora etc etc . like the details!!

[laceswan]

Sam Reich is even more terrifying when you realize he’s the one person on tumblr who’s had the motive, means, and opportunity to steal the president’s shoelaces

[laceswan]

A Realistic Outlook on dating Hawks

Distorted Reflections - Hawks

This ended up kind of only focusing on the bad parts lmao-

Now lets get this straight- dating Hawks? Miracle. My next question is why?

He's... he's not an easy person to love. He's sarcastic and a sassy little shit most of the time when you actually get to know him properly, but flips on a dime to be the well-known and well-loved, kind-hearted, gentle hero everyone assumes he is.

The hero he lets everyone see.

He is not easy to love. Yes, he'll cherish and adore you, just shy of worshipping you, but he's also not very often around. He's a hero, and in his universe, that means he's spending weeks upon weeks out of town in the fucking trenches. He's shedding blood, hunting people down, planning. And if he's not doing any of that, he's patrolling.

"Hawks." You murmur gently, relief filling you as he settles quietly against the balcony. You stare at him- his golden eyes reflecting yours, catching the dimming sun and sending the warm light dancing. The smile on his face looks just a little less forced, just a little more real. "... hey, chickadee." He whispers, voice soft and affectionate. You slump into him, he catches you in a firm embrace. ... so many words are always left unsaid between you. It's better that way. You don't want to spend the time you have together fighting.

Hawks doesn't like being called Keigo, full stop. In fact, it triggers his flight or fight response and he gets very violent.

He would never, ever, ever raise a hand to you intentionally- but this man has undiagnosed C-PTSD with violent outbursts if he's ever triggered. He doesn't want to hurt you- god he doesn't want to hurt you- but he needs you to be patient with him.

Please, be patient with him. He's trying. He's never had a meaningful relationship in his life where both people's lives weren't on the line. He's never truly loved anyone.

So please be patient with him. He's trying his hardest but he's far from being perfect.

Oh- and don't think you went into this relationship unaware of any of this. He warns you that loving him, caring for him, being by his side is not going to be easy.

... which, I guess, brings us to the next part-

This man does not sleep. He has hallucinations, near constant ones that flicker at the corners of his visions and sometimes right in front of him because he won't let himself sleep. He can't. He's been conditioned to keep going until he passes out- and he does. And you can't force him to sleep, as much as you want to, because you can see the way he gets silently panicky whenever he even oversleeps for even a few seconds.

He never tells you about what he's been through, but it's not hard to see the signs that whatever it was, left him severely fucked up.

We don't even talk about how damn well he can mask. How he can cover up his emotions as if he can perfectly control every part of his body. Every inch. Every muscle. So sometimes you can't even tell. Not even his wings give him away.

You tell him you want more time with him.

"When the world is quieter." He offers you a lopsided smile- one that you're sure holds exhaustion and guilt behind it, "when I'm sure the world will finally leave you alone."

Because it's always for you. He always does everything for you. It's for you, or for others. You don't think he's ever done anything in his life.

The life of loving the number one pro is hard, but he's trying.

God, he's trying.

He just hopes that you can handle dealing with him and wherever the relationship ends up.

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Id : a rendered digital painting of binx and andhera on a stone building and vegetation landscape. Binx is standing on the steps of large stone stairs and leaning over the stone railing with a soft smile to tie a piece of yellow fabric on andhera's arm. She has big brown moth wings with a golden key design and moth antennas over their chin length hair. She is wearing a yellow and cream dress, with puffy sleeves and a slit in the cream body of the dress showing the yellow underskirt. Many purple and red lost objects are sewn onto the dress such as earrings, keys, socks, flowers, scissors etc. Andhera has his back to the viewer, on horseback and looking up at binx with the same soft expression. They're wearing an iridescent dark purple armour with crystal-like designs, goldwn earrings, and holding a crystalline black halberd. Shining yellow moths are flying around them, purple roses are blooming, and a slight border frames the image with cristals, thread, keys and moths./end id

im normal and spent a normal amount of time, effort and thought on this

[laceswan]

I’ve seen art of Jayce that looks way too much like Odysseus…

AND NOW THIS-

Anyway I love this and desperately want to be the wife

marcus: after everything you've done, how do you sleep at night!!

silco: next to my wife.

- later at the bar -

sevika: there's no way i wasn't there to hear that.

jinx: yea you miss, that was smooth asf.

it's me, I'm the wife

[laceswan]

This this this right here is getting to me. Gif is from @terrapia

Yeah you could argue this parallels Silco but it doesn’t really. Silco didn’t want to give up jinx because she’s his daughter. Sevika doesn’t want to give up jinx because she’s a zaunite

And you know who that reminds me of so fucking much?

That’s Vander’s ideology right there. Vander could have done like Grayson suggested, picked any rando off the streets to take the fall for the apartment explosion, but he wouldn’t, because those are his people.

Vander was weak and Vander was a coward but Sevika followed him once, and there was a reason for that

Silco may have been the Eye of zaun, but Vander is its Heart, and that heart is still fucking beating

[laceswan]

At the request of OP, and Ms. Aabria I’m very sorry if you’ve already been pinged @quiddie

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oH

oh.

[laceswan]

YES we are giving all the flowers to every member of the cast. As an aspiring GM I really look up to Aabria’s (and the whole cast’s) ability to build off new information. The dice make choices for the story, and she does such a good job of making it seem just like destiny.

@quiddie in case you haven’t seen HOW MUCH WE ARE CRYING OVER YOUR WORK

battling a migraine to write this but it has to be said. that dimension 20 episode was a masterclass in storytelling, acting, roleplay, improv - everything. it was one of those episodes about life and loss and friendship and love that I already know I will come back to over and over and over again. and while every single misfit - lou, erika, danielle, brennan - knocked every scene out of the park, I'm sitting here in pure awe of aabria for each moment she created in that episode.

it was unreal. to weave something so gutpunching and beautiful and poignant and work with every choice the cast made and enhance and elevate every scene. I don't think in a hundred lifetimes I'd have the words to give justice to that brilliance and how every part of that episode hit me. and even at the end I thought to myself, okay, I could watch this thirty more times and get something new and meaningful out of it each time. because everything aabria did felt so cared for. everything felt precious and important.

and aabria's ability to bring out some of the best reactions I've seen from each of these players, especially lou, danielle, and erika??? reacting to the weight of it?? I had goosebumps. SO MANY TIMES. maybe it's weird to say but I was ecstatic to see these characters in such conflict because the acting???? THE ACTING????? Lou as Jammer and Danielle as Sam were soul-crushing in their grief and shock and it felt so real and hit so close to home. and god I cried when they did. and then Erika as K with this entirely separate shade of pain and grief which felt SO true to the helplessness and regret of losing someone you only wished to help. and finally Brennan as Evan and the struggle of facing his insecurities as they were in direct conflict of saving himself like. GOD I truly don't have the words. It feels like a gift to have witnessed it. I could write reactions to every single second of it. I'm going to watch it ten more times and cry some more idk idk

I really do feel blessed to have media that made me feel so deeply and so powerfully for 2 hours on a random wednesday night in my life. and that's because it was real magic.

[laceswan]

Fucks me up sometimes that this guy

Is played by this guy

[laceswan]

man, i sure do love odysseus, son of laertes and anticlea (frail now, of body and mind, hands covered in soil and skin wrinkled. a mother never seen again, her heart shattered for the boy she lost on the open sea.) husband to penelope (tear stained, filled with remorse for all she should've, could've, would've- didn't. where are you? where have the gods taken you?) father of telemachus (he will not recognize you, son to a father he never knew and never will, for a man leaves and a ghost returns, terrified of waters and of travelling so far. mama, when will father be home?), king of ithaca. (the land people call barren, now kingless. once so full of life, now the young lords lay bloodied on the marble floor of the palace for their pride. you bounced them on your knee, have you no conscience?)

yeah, man, i just love odysseus. (sing, muse, of the man who could never be the same again with so much blood staining his hands.)

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STOP THIS IT HURTS

Headcanon time! Everybody knows Penelope weaves but Odysseus whittles. It’s relaxing for him and gives him smth to do w his hands while listening to ppl talk. He never looks like he’s listening but he 1000% is. He always comes up w the most scathing comebacks when ppl get mad at him for “not listening.” He’s made lots of combs and trinkets for Penelope which she loves.

During the Trojan war, it was a nice way to pass the ten long years. He started by making more stuff for Penelope but then started making for stuff for Telemachus too. Toys like horse figurines, yo-yos (yes the greeks had those), dice, tops, etc. By the time he starts the journey home, he’s got a whole trunk of toys for him. He makes a few more on the ship but it’s hard bc there’s no wood and he’s a little busy fighting for his life.

He was dreaming of the day he could give all his gifts to his family but they were lost when his boat sank.