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fidgetspringer-art · 2 months ago

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Third and final part in this little series! Smut pretty much immediately, so if that's not your thing, you can skip this one.

Gabriel is almost startled when he’s reeled into a tight hug. Martin warm against his wind-chilled body. Still cold from the walk over here. Martin chases that chill away easily. He takes a breath. “Told ya he’d come back to us.”

“I almost can’t believe it.” Gabriel sags against him. Careful not to put too much of his weight on Martin’s sore body, but chasing the urge to leave as little space between them as possible, letting it ground him. He might be overstepping here. Just a little. But Martin doesn’t complain, just holds on to him tighter. “You never doubted him, did you?”

Martin hums. A pleasant rumble against Gabriel’s chest. “I did, a couple’a times.” He’s surprised to hear it. He hadn’t let it show. “I’ve always known him to be impatient. Wasn’t like him to be taking so long.”

Gabriel nods. The tip of his nose brushing against Martin’s neck. He’s right. That’s part of what had been eating at him as well. Noah laying still like that for so long. Noah is never still. Always moving, always talking, always doing something with his hands. Ever the restless soul.

“You’re a good man, Martin. I don’t think I could have done this without you.” The depth of the gratitude Gabriel feels is impossible to put into words, but he has to try.

Martin pats him on the back and straightens up, just enough for their eyes to meet. “You could. You’d do anything for that fool.”

“Same as you.”

Martin smiles and Gabriel is once again overwhelmed with the urge to kiss him. He’s never met anyone quite like Martin Hart. Never met anyone who seems to radiate kindness the way he does. Standing next to him is like standing next to a wood stove on a cold evening. Just being near him soothes Gabriel like no one else ever has.

The cowboy’s smile tilts up a little more on one side, like he’s caught the way Gabriel is staring at his mouth. He’s not exactly being subtle, to be fair. Head too full of restless giddiness to care. Martin flattens his palm against Gabriel’s chest, over his heart. “You gonna kiss me, or what, big guy?”

Gabriel doesn’t have to be asked twice.

The rough rasp of Martin’s beard against his own makes something hot and desperate take light in Gabriel’s blood. Winding his fingers into the hair at the back of his neck elicits exactly the response he’d been hoping for. Martin gasps into his mouth, visibly biting back a groan when Gabriel takes charge.

He’s curious to learn what makes this man tick. He wants to know exactly how he likes it. Does he prefer rough and assertive, the way Noah does? Or does he enjoy something softer? Gabriel spares a thought to the fact that Martin might not like Gabriel taking the reins like this, but one look at his blown eyes and slack mouth is enough to have him brush that thought aside.

He uses his grasp to tilt Martin’s head back, baring the column of his throat. He doesn’t fight it. Just goes along so sweetly. Letting Gabriel decide for them both how this is going to happen.

For a second the intense urge to leave a mark against the side of Martin’s throat takes hold of him, it would look so nice there, peeking out over the collar of his shirt. Deep and dark on lightly sunburned skin. He imagines Martin reaching up to touch it while he’s out working. Idly rubbing sweat of his neck and feeling the sting. Remembering.

He shakes himself free of the thought. They don’t know each other well enough for that. Marks are off the table, for now, but there are still plenty of other options left open to him, with the way this evening is going.

This Gabriel is good at. This is something he can do. Something that makes him feel settled into his own skin. In control once more, both of himself and the man in front of him. He feels at home with someone under his hands, giving themselves over and trusting him enough to let him do as he pleases.

The knowledge that Martin usually takes on this same role with Noah makes Gabriel a little dizzy. He looks so natural like this, pliant and easy. Gabriel has a hard time imagining him being the one in control. Yet he knows that’s how it usually goes with them.

“You alright with this?” He has to make sure. Suddenly scared to overstep. He gently shifts his thigh to slot it between Martin’s. Not pressing but almost. An invitation.

Martin’s hips buck up to meet him. He sucks in a breath and fists his hands into Gabriel’s shirt, like he needs an anchor. “Shit- yeah. Go on.”

Gabriel gets to work tugging Martin’s shirt free from his pants. He keeps half an eye on him, watching his expression carefully. There’s a lot going on there. Tiny shifts that betray the chaos of thoughts filling his head right now. There’s a slight tension to him that makes Gabriel want to tread carefully. It’s not anxiety, not quite. But Gabriel gets the feeling it’s been a while since Martin has been with someone besides Noah. It’s like he doesn’t quite know what to do with himself, or where to put his hands.

When Gabriel gets his hands up underneath his shirt to touch him without a barrier, Martin sighs. It comes out a little shaky. The muscles on his stomach jump under Gabriel’s touch. He’s so warm, and soft. The sharp angles of his bones are gentled by a layer of fat. He feels good like this. Gabriel wants to spend all night just touching him, trying to find all the ways to make his muscles twitch and tense against his fingers.

However, the way that Martin is shifting his weight from foot to foot tells him it’s time to take this somewhere else. “Sit down.”

If this had been Noah, Gabriel would have pushed him back, made him stumble and fall onto the bed, spread out and looking up at him with those mismatched eyes full of heat. But something tells him to go easy on Martin. And with the way he winces ever so slightly when Gabriel guides him down to sit on the mattress, he’s glad he did. He’s tempted to check in. To see if they need to cut this short, but he holds back. Martin is a grown man. He knows his own body better than Gabriel does. If he’s not asking to stop, Gabriel won’t nag.

He sinks down onto the bed next to him, pushing him down to lay flat, legs still hanging over the edge. Gabriel leans over him, bending down to kiss him again. Martin’s restless hands find their way to his hips, then slowly, tentatively, he sneaks his fingers up and underneath Gabriel’s shirt, rucking it up his sides. It’s like he’s worried he’ll get told off. And maybe if this was Noah, he would have. But Gabriel doesn’t want that right now. They both need something easy, uncomplicated. If Martin wants to touch, he can touch to his heart’s content. It feels too good to put a stop to anyway. His calloused hands are pleasantly rough on Gabriel’s skin. Hardened from years of working outside.

Testing the waters, Gabriel slots his knee between Martin’s legs and pushes up, giving him a little bit of pressure to watch his reaction. When Martin responds by tugging him closer, asking for more. Gabriel grinds his thigh down against him, a little harder than he’d intended, forgetting for a moment that this isn’t Noah he’s dealing with.

Before he can correct his mistake though, Martin’s head falls back, throat bared. He bites his lip to keep himself quiet, and Gabriel darts down to coax it free with his own, and the next time he gives Martin some much needed friction, he’s too busy being kissed senseless to stop the noise he makes. He moans into Gabriel’s mouth instead, and the sound goes straight to Gabriel’s cock where it’s still trapped and aching against the fabric of his jeans.

“Want to get these off?” Gabriel reaches down to tug at his belt buckle. It’s more so a way to give him an out than anything else. They can stop this right here, without taking things any further, but they’ll be crossing another line if the clothes come off.

Martin bites his lip again, leaning back on his elbows, eyes fixed on Gabriel’s hand so close to where he wants it.

There’s something in his expression now though, something that wasn’t there before. It’s that anxiety that Gabriel had been watching for. Finally coming to the surface. He doesn’t get the chance to check in before Martin is talking.

“I uh. I might not get hard, all the way. I can’t always-” He trails off, clearly embarrassed.

Oh. Gabriel hadn’t even really noticed, but now that he’s mentioned it, there hadn’t been that much of a hardness against Gabriel’s thigh. Even though Martin had clearly been having a good time. “You still doing alright?”

He nods quickly. “I am just- sorry to disappoint.”

“Can I suck you off?”

Martin startles at the sudden change of subject. Solidly caught off guard. He blinks, cheeks steadily growing redder and redder. His pupils are so blown they remind Gabriel of Noah’s bad eye. Swallowed up by blackness.

“Can I?” He pointedly tugs at Martin’s belt buckle again. Feeling an edge of desperation in himself.

It’s a relief when Martin just nods at him, numbly, mouth a little slack. He looks like he’s going to go off like a shot the moment Gabriel puts his mouth on him. And that’s not a bad thought at all.

Gabriel slides off the bed and onto the floor. Wedging his wide body between Martin’s knees, forcing them further apart. Martin is still watching him through eyes half shut, leaning back, letting Gabriel do whatever he wants to him. He palms him through his jeans first, and Martin’s eyes flutter shut for a moment, visibly straining to keep his hips from bucking up into the touch.

He’s panting by the time Gabriel brackets his hips with his arms and bends to lick at the fabric of his fly. He feels Martin’s cock twitch under his tongue. So not entirely uninterested in the proceedings then.

Martin’s belt comes undone easily, buckle falling away and giving Gabriel access to the button and zipper. They work together to get the jeans down around Martin’s hips, revealing lightly tented white boxers, with a telling wet patch at the front, slowly growing larger.

When Gabriel shamelessly puts his tongue to that spot, Martin’s breath leaves him like he’s been punched in the stomach. There’s a hand in Gabriel’s hair suddenly, both pulling him away and pushing him down. Undecided and overwhelmed.

“M’not gonna last long.” Martin croaks out, apologetic.

Gabriel ignores him. Putting his mind back to tasting him, making Martin lose his tight control over himself, slowly but surely, until he’s flat on his back, heaving for breath like Gabriel is doing way more to him than he is.

True to his word, when Gabriel works the waistband of his boxers down below his balls, Martin isn’t close to fully hard. Though getting his mouth involved does seem to have helped a fair bit. If not for his cock, then definitely for the rest of him. “You’re shaking.” Martin’s thighs are trembling where he’s leaning over him. His breath shudders and catches every time Gabriel touches him.

“Sorry. M’so close.”

“Need a moment?”

Martin wheezes out a chuckle. “If you keep this up I think my heart’ll give out.” He takes a breath. “Don’t stop though. Just-” He flaps his hand vaguely, before it falls limp to the mattress.

Gabriel understands well enough. He places a kiss to the crease of Martin’s hip. Watching him fill his lungs with air, breaths evening out bit by bit. His hand comes down to circle Gabriel’s wrist where he’s pinning his hips to the bed. A tingling point of connection that feels miles more intimate than putting his mouth on his cock.

Which is something Gabriel can’t wait to do. If Martin will let him, that is.

He gets impatient after a while. His own need itching beneath his skin. He’s got no way to relieve the pressure like this, not without taking his hands off of Martin, and right now that feels like the worst sin imaginable.

It’s not before Martin starts to shift, just a little, getting fidgety. It’s enough for Gabriel to notice. The way his fingers start idly toying with the sheets, or the subtle biting of his lower lip that he seems to catch himself doing, stopping for a moment, and then starting up again, like he can’t help himself.

Gabriel licks a stripe up along the inner angle of his hip and it makes the muscles there jump so hard Martin lets out a choked off sound above him.

“Ready?” He mumbles, just to make sure, and Martin nods, eyes pitch black.

He’s a pleasant mouthful, when Gabriel finally gets his mouth on him. With him half soft like this he doesn’t have to worry about Martin accidentally choking him, which is a good thing, because the moment he closes his lips around him, Martin’s hips fly off the mattress before Gabriel gets a chance to hold him down.

Gabriel finally gets to hear the moan he’s been chasing all night then, when he forces Martin back down against the bed, plenty strong enough to keep him still. Unable to move when he ducks his head until his nose is buried in coarse hair.

Martin’s hands are both on the back of his head now, grasping desperately, but this time there’s not even the suggestion of wanting to push him off. If anything, Martin is fighting against the urge to keep Gabriel there, to hold him in place.

Gabriel is not at all opposed to the idea. He shifts his hands where they’re closed around Martin’s hips and urges him up, encouraging him to move now that he’s got better control of himself again. Martin picks up on what he’s asking for remarkably quickly for someone so far gone Gabriel isn’t sure he could string together a full sentence right now.

He starts off gentle. Soft and careful the way he is about all things. But when Gabriel moans around him and urges him on, he allows himself to let go a bit more, until he’s properly fucking into Gabriel’s mouth, just the way he likes.

Gabriel has never sucked someone off who wasn’t rock hard for most of it. But he can’t say he’s minding the experience. It’s strangely pleasant, to not have to watch his gag reflex, or to worry about having a sore throat in the morning.

He can taste more so than feel it when Martin is getting close. This time he’s not letting him catch his breath. He sucks harder, bobs his head a little to match Martin’s thrusts, and when Martin’s fingers dig into his scalp and then pulls, hard, he doesn’t allow him to pull him off of him, not until he’s spilling over his tongue with a hoarse cry that might actually have been loud enough to wake the neighbors.

Gabriel gently works him through it, until Martin makes it clear it’s getting too much. He peppers kisses against his hip while Martin comes back down with deep, shuddering breaths.

Only when Martin seems settled, does Gabriel take his hand off him to desperately pull his own cock out of his jeans. His knees ache from kneeling for so long, but he can’t wait. One stroke is all it takes to have him right on the knife’s edge.

He buries his face into the crease of Martin’s inner thigh and lets himself get lost in the scent of him, with his taste still lingering in his mouth.

“Shit, here.” Martin murmurs, he’s sitting up, and at first Gabriel want’s to complain, but then there’s the hard edge of the toe of his boot inching it’s way up his inseam, until the sole is right there. Gabriel grabs his sturdy ankle and brings it the rest of the way up. The worn down pattern of his sole is harsh and unforgiving against the tender flesh of his cock, but it’s perfect. Just the right side of too much to have him shooting off so abruptly he doesn’t have the time or presence of mind to make sure he doesn’t get any on the leather.

Martin doesn’t seem to mind. He’s staring down at him in awe. Like he’s just witnessed something incredible. Gabriel can only knock his foreheadhead against a bony knee and try to calm his breathing. He hasn’t come this hard in months. He’s not sure where that came from. The novelty of a new partner, maybe.

“You alright?” Martin is petting through his sweaty hair, a little more composed now than he had been. He still looks fucked out beyond belief. It’s a good look on him. Shirt open, chest hair on display. His hair is a mess too, just from the sheets. Gabriel has only ever seen him properly put together. Even after the rough week they’ve had. Martin has made sure to look presentable, tidy.

Gabriel huffs, leaning in a bit to pillow his cheek on Martin’s leg. He’s going to sleep so fucking well tonight, he can already tell. “I’m good. You?”

Martin smiles, soft and indulgent. “Sore. Might have overdone it a tad.” he doesn’t look even remotely upset by this fact. “Well worth, though.”

It’s high praise, Gabriel thinks, from a man like Martin, who’s so sparse with his words. He looks down, takes in the state of himself, and at the same time, Martin’s boot, where it’s still resting between his legs, covered in cum. “Shit. I’m sorry.”

Martin tips the toe of his boot up, inspecting the damage. He shrugs. “Not the first time it’s happened.” Ah. Noah’s unrepentant boot kink. Gabriel should have known it would extend to cowboy boots as well as combat boots. Figures they would have already gone down this route. The mental image of Noah on his knees with Martin’s boot-clad foot between his legs is an appealing one. He almost wishes he could see it for himself.

“Up, big guy. Your knees gotta be sore by now.” Martin stands to help haul him to his feet. He tucks Gabriel back into his boxers without a word, like it’s the most natural thing in the world, and Gabriel short circuits for a brief moment at the feeling of those calloused hands on his dick.

They take turns in the shower. Martin first on Gabriel’s insistence. He figures the sooner they get him laying down and relaxing, the better he’ll feel in the morning. Gabriel also makes sure he takes one of the painkillers he seems so reluctant to use, before he finally lets himself get into the shower.

When he comes back out, Martin is already asleep. He looks over his shoulder blearily when Gabriel tucks himself up against his back and pulls the covers up over them.

Both of them get the best night’s sleep they’ve had in days.

“You’re not the police.” Is the first thing out of Noah’s mouth when they walk in the next morning. Gabriel and Martin exchange bemused glances. Neither of them expecting this to be the greeting they’d get.

“The police been here?” Martin asks, draping his jacket over the back of a chair. It’s not surprising if they have been. Now that Noah is awake they’ll want to get a statement from his as soon as possible. Gabriel just wishes they would have come while he and Martin had been here. He can’t imagine Noah made doing their job easy for them.

Noah squints, blinking. “Oh. Yeah, they were here just now.”

The nurse walking past the still open door pokes her head in. It’s one of Noah’s regular ones, Ann or something like that, Gabriel isn’t sure. She gives them a wave hello. “The police were here two hours ago. He’s been a little stuck on it since they left.”

“Thanks.” Gabriel gives her a smile. She vanishes down the hall, off to tend to someone else no doubt. He slumps down into the chair beside Martin’s. “What did you tell them?”

Noah’s eyes narrow even further. “Told ‘em to fuck off.”

Martin scrubs a hand down his face. Gabriel would have done the same if he hadn’t been expecting Noah to say exactly that. “You didn’t tell them what happened?”

“Nope.” And he doesn’t look even the slightest bit remorseful. “They already knew I got my ass kicked, wasn’t about to cry about it.”

“How about giving them a description of the guys that did this to you? Or would that be snitching or some shit by your logic?” Gabriel hates the way he’s letting his frustration show.

True to form, Noah’s hackles go up. “I don’t fucking remember, alright!” He spits. “I have no idea what happened to me. I don’t know where I was, or who I was with. I don’t even remember where I parked the fucking bike that day!”

It’s only because Gabriel has known him for long enough that he recognizes the hurt and fear hiding under the jagged edges of Noah’s anger. He’s wielding it not like a weapon but like a shield. Protecting the soft vulnerable parts of him that are so fucking scared.

Martin must have seen it too. He gives Gabriel a sideways look that makes him feel strangely chastised, before he pats Noah’s leg over the blankets. “Easy, Dove. He’s just trying to help.”

Noah looks like he wants to snap at him, but he doesn’t. Just wrinkles his nose and stares out the window by his bed.

“My head’s still all messed up.” He admits after a while. “I don’t like it.”

“It’ll pass.” Martin says, calm as ever. Not a shred of doubt in his voice. “You just gotta heal up still.”

While Noah has his moments of confusion and forgetfulness throughout the day, it’s not quite as bad as it had been the first day. The nausea is the worst part. The nurses come by with meals that they encourage Martin and Gabriel to make sure Noah eats. And he tries, he really does, It’s just that they don’t seem all too willing to stay down.

As the hours pass, Noah’s energy drains slowly. Throwing up really takes it out of him, and so does each of his ‘episodes.’ He’s uncharacteristically quiet. Just replying with the occasional hum or nod when someone tries to include him in the conversation. Gabriel hates seeing him like this. So flat and far too silent. He should be hissing and spitting and trying to get out of there as soon as possible. He doesn’t even ask about Tansy after that one time he mentions her in passing.

It’s all wrong.

When Gabriel and Martin are getting ready to head off for the night. Noah’s nurse comes by again to let them know that he’ll be discharged tomorrow, around noon. And suddenly the question of “What do we do now?” Is looming over them.

It’s not like Noah can get back on the road yet. His arm is broken, along with his collar bone. The former in a cast, and staying that way for another few weeks. His concussion is still hard on him too, and he has trouble sitting up for too long at a time, so spending six hours in Martin’s truck wouldn’t be ideal.

Martin seems to have come to the came conclusion by the time they’re making their way back to the hotel. “He should go back with you.” He says, apropos nothing. It’s early evening still, sun an hour or so away from truly setting. It’s chilly out, like it has been all week, but it’s not too bad tonight, no wind to push through the layers of their clothes.

“Probably the best option, yeah.”

“Once he’s feeling better I can come pick him up, if he’d like. Change of scenery.”

Gabriel nods. Noah is going to want that. He’s going to be climbing the walls of Gabriel’s apartment. He wasn’t made to sit still in small spaces for long. Gabriel should feel guilty for the fact that he’s sort of glad to have a reason to make Noah stay put for a while. There will be no rushing off this time. No sneaking out in the early hours of the morning. Waking Gabriel up with the rumble of his engine as he leaves without a ‘thank you’ or a ‘goodbye.’

“Yeah, sounds like a plan.”

They end up with Noah in Gabriel’s car and Tansy in Martin’s.

There’s no easy way for Gabriel to bring her back with them, and he doesn’t have anywhere to keep her safe for the next few weeks either. So they decide to let Martin take her. It’s not like Noah will be needing her anyway.

Gabriel takes Noah’s backpack and his saddle bags off the frame. He chucks them in the back of his car. Noah is already in the front seat, buckled in to the best of their ability without agitating his fractures. Gabriel steps away a little, Martin instinctively going with him.

Gabriel holds his hand out. “Thank you, for everything.”

Martin smiles and takes it, shakes it firmly. “You too, Gabriel. It’s been good getting to know you.”

The temptation to kiss him again, one last time, is hard to ignore, but Gabriel shuts it down. It’s over now. It was only ever going to be a one time thing, the two of them. Just some mutual stress relief. A way to find some comfort during a difficult time. That’s all it was. He’s grateful all the same.

“You’re not at all what I expected, Martin Hart.”

Martin gives him a kind smile. “Hope I didn’t disappoint.”

Gabriel wishes he could voice just how much he did not, but he doesn’t know how to even begin to put that into words. He doesn’t have to try, though. Martin pulls a piece of paper out of his breast pocket and holds it out to him. It’s folded in half, torn off of a larger sheet judging by the frayed edges.

“My address.” He looks a little embarrassed. “If you’re ever over my way-”

Gabriel grins at him. “I’ll stop by. Come see those chickens of yours.”

“Any time. Door’s always open.”

When Gabriel gets into his car, he sits and watches Martin walk over to his truck through his side mirror. He waits until Martin has turned out of the parking lot and disappeared down the street before he twists the key in the ignition and forces his mind back on task.

Noah is watching him, quiet and contemplative in a way that Noah never is. It doesn’t last long though. “So. What do you think?” There are teeth audible in his voice. Cheeky fucker.

Gabriel rolls his eyes. “About what?” He knows full well what. But he’s not about to give Noah this one. Head injury or not.

“The cowboy, idiot.”

“He’s alright.” Gabriel can’t bring himself to say anything but the truth. “He’s a good man. Better than either of us, that’s for sure.”

Noah snorts. “Did you fuck?”

Gabriel almost swerves off the road. He turns to scowl at him, finding only sharp eyes and an even sharper smile. “Shut up, Noah.” He shifts under that pointed gaze. “We didn’t fuck.”

“You gonna sit there and lie to me now? I’m concussed, not stupid.”

“You can be both.” Noah just flips him off with his good hand. Or should he say, his better hand. “And fine. We didn’t fuck, but we didn’t not fuck, either.” He glances over. “That an issue?”

“Damn it! I was so sure you’d just fuck. Did you treat him all gentle like or what?”

Gabriel would slap his shoulder if he wasn’t more bruises than not. “Not everyone is as much of a masochist as you are, Luce.” Not that he’s ever been one to complain about that. “It was nice. Easy.”

Noah’s smile turns a little softer. “I’m glad.” He yawns, wincing when he goes to stretch as he does so. Being rudely reminded that he’s broken in more places than one. “M’gonna have a nap.” He murmurs, voice suddenly heavy with sleep. The next time Gabriel looks over, not even a minute later, he’s out like a light.

#Lore tag #not art #my ocs #so because of where i left the last one off this jumps into the smut pretty quickly without much of a callback to the end of the last one #so idk it might be a little jarring??#it is what it is #hope you enjoy my first publicly posted smutty fic :')#hopefully it doesn't suck #(hah)

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fennysstuff · 1 year ago

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babynort 😢

#ignore the thumbnail in the first pic i was going to make a comic then i realized i dont want to 💀#he’s just so cute i have to draw him all the time forever #that’s ven on the left in the last photo callback to one of my other posts #og #kh #my art #kingdom hearts #fanart #khfa #khdr #xehanort

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dossei-dossei · 8 months ago

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Jewel de Paris!! / Ayakaze Sakina Sayonara Show

#takarazuka #yukigumi #ayakaze sakina #asami jun #sakiaasa #jewel de paris #my gifs #god bless whoever decided to air the sfwb adlib i owe u my life #praying one day they air maeraku on sky stage so i can make a gif of that one too #(aasa made a heart at saki and saki made one back)#i posted the jupari gifs before but they fit w the sfwb gif so #idk if i am happy with these colours but i wanted to post it (sfwb gif)#might make some more gifs from the digest but maybe not #who knows #this was the important one (to me)#(though so is aasa handing the flowers over to saki so)#also thank you raku cameraman for all the closeups of aasa/sakiaasa i feel very personally targeted #im not sure if it was an intentional callback or just. them being them. but it was the first thing i thought watching the stream so #very very cute that aasa was the one to initiate it this time #anyway shutting the fuck up before i start crying over sakiaasa in the tags bc no one asked and if i start i will not stop and i will hit t #e tag limit #anyway #shout out to neiro suwa and kasekyou for being very very cute in the back #takarazuka revue #gifs

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nighttimetapestry · 1 year ago

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Hear me out for a second.

What if Kermit was from a dark fantasy setting?

#my art stuff #kermit the frog #evil kermit #the muppets #art #This is kind of a callback to one of the first pieces I ever posted on this site #Yipppeeee

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waterfallofspace · 1 year ago

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When a character has not only a canonical allergy, but a reoccurring canonical allergy >>>>>

Especially when there's no actual reason for it to occur again?? Just cause they wanted to?? An almost entirely sneeze/stuffed up driven allergy.... 🔥🔥

#waterfalltalks #I'm not normally one to talk about tv shows that aren't drawn/podcast format but uhm #I've been into them WAY longer than anime or podcasts #just never super comfortable with making content/posts about them in this sense #but that said.... been rewatching c/astle again and uh #one of my fav lil guys on that show has a goose-feather allergy!#that is not only the cause of 3 snz in one of the first season episodes #(those DO have a point but only for a little joke thingy that definitely COULD have been done another way-)#not horribly acted~! not amazing but pretty damn good #but!! not only that!! about 5 seasons later... for NO obvious reason... feathers are back #and this time its only one (in my opinion much better acted) but theres! no real reason! for it!!!!#just a callback to his allergy????? hhhhh swooning over here #anyways sorry welcome to feral hours with waterfall i am hhhh~#love this show- that included or excluded its one of my favourites~

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turtwisp · 2 months ago

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I HAVE FINALLY FINISHED BLACK SAILS

#AUUUUUGHHH #spoilers kind of? [#THE CALLBACK TO RACKHAMS STUPID ASS FLAG RIGHT AT THE END AUGSHDHFHGJ FUCKKK #it made me giggle i will admit #ITS SO FUCKING GOOD #AND *THOMAS MOTHER FUCKING HAMILTON*????#granted I opened Tumblr a couple days ago and my first post was someone talking spoilers about how he wasnt actually dead #is it still spoilers if the shows been out for nearly a decade #either way it wasnt a shock to me like it shoukdnt have been but i am always one to cheer on the homosexuals #i cannot feel my eyes #worth it. ]#black sails

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magentagalaxies · 5 months ago

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I forget if I ever actually posted my Aubrey open mic performance but if you haven't seen it here it is!! This is the mic I went to with Scott back in July which was the first time he ever saw any of my comedy. I flubbed the order of a few sections and the microphone being taped to the stand threw me off but overall it was a good time. Also I have no idea why the audio pans weirdly with headphones and idk how to fix it so sorry about that:

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the rest of this post is me deliberating about an aubrey decision bc i find the best way for me to figure things out is by explaining them to someone, so if you want an insight into my creative process read on, otherwise hope you enjoy!!

ok deliberation time lmao!!

i hadn't rewatched this set since right after i did it and honestly i think i feel a lot more positively towards it than i did before, but i'm also sitting here thinking, do i want to do this monologue anymore?

because the "uncle reg" monologue is the one i've performed the most times, and more than that, i think the introduction of reg really unlocked aubrey's characterization beyond anything else i've written. reg allows aubrey to contrast against someone, find unlikely common ground, and also is an outlet for comedy about some of the most unique relationships in my life

but the monologue itself? i mean, it's fine. it's not horribly out of character or anything, and the jokes work. it's a little more firm in one label than the aubrey i currently know, but it still scans.

but idk, i've written so much more aubrey and reg material since then (both monologues and sitcom-like episode concepts, some of my favorites being "nom de plum", "reg's funeral-orgy", "re-claiming the f word (friendship)", "don't grill the baby", and "hospital hookup"). and when i look at this character introduction, i feel like it gets bogged down in the little squabbles about labels and doesn't really have a story to it like the newer material does. it has a little bit of a story, with the pride stuff at the end, but that's barely developed (and my ideas for what else happened that day might work better as a sitcom episode).

and y'know maybe that's also reflective of how my own intergenerational-queer-friendships have evolved since i first wrote uncle reg, no longer getting bogged down in labels and arguments and instead going on zany adventures. but even tho the monologue is called "uncle reg", uncle reg isn't confined to one monologue

and i know i could always keep doing this monologue and just mix in others, or rewrite it to give it more of a storyline, but i kind of just want to leave it as "aubrey stage one". part of me wanted to keep doing it until i got a "perfect" recording (not flubbing any lines), but this might be the best it gets, and i'll keep getting better with the material i actually want to do lmao

idk i think the reason this is on my mind is bc as i'm going over the plans for scott's tour, i already had this goal that any time we stay in a city for an extended number of days, i'd seek out local open mics and do my own unofficial aubrey tour. and one of the other tour-members has a lot of connections to small clubs, so he said he might be able to get me booked shows as aubrey (and someone from toronto said the same thing at scott's new years party). so i'm wanting to firm up my material and practice it in my hometown a bit before taking it on the road. and also it's interesting navigating this culture-war-bullshit as this character, because i don't think aubrey can only appear to queer audiences or gen z or liberals etc. (you might disagree, but i don't want to perform in a bubble) but i need to figure out how to strike the right tone, and i think i have other material that works better for that (sometimes even edgier material, like the "hypothetical penis" monologue is still in)

idk it's daunting bc even tho i have a lot of aubrey material (two and a half notebooks worth), i haven't put it into a polished-monologue-format in a while bc i've been procrastinating. and the "uncle reg" monologue is the only one i ever completely memorized. but i want to get better at this so i just have to do it!!!

anyway thank you for reading this far if you did! i think i'm pretty much settled on not doing this monologue anymore (or at least just putting it on the shelf for now so i can motivate myself to do other material) but feel free to give your thoughts. and before you go...

#btw scott did a callback to my ''yay poetry'' line in his set and i just about died lmao #also as i'm talking about the development of my aubrey material. it's still so bizarre to me that bruce hasn't seen aubrey since stage 0 #which was the aubrey monologue i did in my tv production class (which i actually don't like anymore???)#i mean it was good to actually motivate me to perform as aubrey for the first time and some jokes are still funny #but it was VERY derivative of buddy cole and the whole thing was about pronouns. which i feel like aubrey's kind of beyond #like i'll still make pronoun jokes of course but to do a whole monologue on it? not something current-aubrey would do #bruce knows i'm doing new aubrey stuff he just hasn't seen it #and scott performed with me at this show but it's the only one he's seen. tho i have told him about many others #(he LOVED the concept for the hypothetical penis monologue lmao. especially the stuff with the ghost of sigmund freud)#bellini on the other hand has seen so many aubrey monologues (scripts and videos) but never seen me perform irl #which absolutely needs to change i need to get him to a live show. this one just happened while he was in the hospital #anyway hopefully as i develop more stuff i'll feel confident enough to post more about it #Youtube

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daz4i · 2 years ago

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going through my writing is either "oh. ew. cringe. this is the most embarrassing thing ever" or "YOOOOOOOO I'M A GENIUS? I'M A FUCKING GENIUS? i deserve a grammy for this lyric writing already"

#so i'm making that quiz. and ofc i put a 'pick a line from my writing' question how can i not #and i went through my song 'loveless' and bro the second verse is amazing #like if i heard it in a song i think i would lose my mind. and the callbacks to the first verse? oh my #i'm so proud of that one wtf. never gonna post it fully bc i'm embarrassed but i'd love to record it at some point

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virsancte · 1 year ago

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i compiled a little before and after for the gen 4 characters from their high school designs & current for my own eyes, but might as well post them now that i'm back 2 legacy storytelling ik some of them aren't that familiar, i was going to play with them more in gen 3 but unfortunately my pc could not handle all my mods AND hsy so i ended up quickly abandoning a lot of ideas ;') i have some screenshots though, might post someday top to bottom: ellie (she/her), sola (they/them), dev (devin, he/him), averie (she/her), clementine (she/they)

#valentine extras #dev and averie are siblings if it's not obvious hahah #seeing them all grown up is so insane... i feel like their previous designs in gen 4 were super transitional #like they were already about 19-20 when dev and ellie moved to moonwood but that's basically still baby age #and it was obvious in their decisions too. like the idea that they could become other people entirely and escape their past by moving into #small town all on their own #also funnily enough this is kinda a callback to one of my first posts on this website omg #my first gp here..#it's been over a year since i came to simblr JESUS

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sayangrafayel · 4 months ago

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LADS react you knocking someone out for insulting your man and firmly saying "That's what you get for insulting my husband!"

A fun request and also a callback to my old post HAHAHA. How would they react to this? And the fact that you guys are not even married yet?

Sylus, Xavier, Rafayel, Zayne, Caleb.

Sylus

Are you joking. This man would be so proud of you. He wasn't even bothered by the insult, he even secretly thanks the stranger because he loves this badass ruthless side of you.

And also, you firmly saying he's your husband? He's already thinking of which ring he should get you because he loves the idea of him being "husband" all the time.

The next day you see him browsing for rings, "What.. are you doing?" "Well, you called me your husband so I thought I should really get you a ring. If it happens again, the ring would hurt them even more."

Xavier

Was so confused because it happened so fast. I mean, yes, he is fast too but he always brushed it off if someone somehow insults him.

So to see you stand up for him like that was a bit surprising.. but in a good way, because you know he would do the same to you too, right?

"Did you call me your husband?" "Sorry, I was-" "No, I liked it. A lot. We should go to HR and update our relationship status." "Xavier, that's not how this works!!"

Rafayel

After seeing the knock out punch he smiled happily "That's what you get for messing with my bodyguard!" He didn't register the word "husband" at first.

"Oh, so I'm just your bodyguard now? Not bride? I called you my-" He finally registers it "YOU CALLED ME YOUR- WAIT, MY POOR FISHIE BRAIN NEED TO PROCESS THIS."

He calls you his bride quite often but you always act like it wasn't a big deal, while in fact, it was a big deal and you get so giddy hearing it. So this is a form of revenge on him too, in a way.

Zayne

He also didn't care about the insult. Being a doctor, he's used to getting cussed out by upset patients or family of patients, some people grief differently and sometimes they lash out at the doctors and nurses.

So seeing you knock someone out in a single punch and hearing your words made him feel... he actually has someone who stands up for him now. Still, as a doctor, he has to check on the poor (and rude) stranger first. And of course your knuckles!

While applying first aid kit to your knuckles he remembers your words, "Thank you." "Hmm?" "For standing up for me, and for calling me your husband." You start to blush because.. did you really call him that!? You didn't mean to say it out loud! "We should make it official soon, what do you think?"

Caleb

HEAR ME OUT. I would love to have reader knock the stranger out in one punch but what IF- you didn't and they tried to punch back but Caleb stopped it with his evol, making them kneel in front of you?

"Did you really think I'd let you land a punch on my wife?" After making the man apologize to you, the rest went by a blur because it happened so fast and Caleb wouldn't let you see it. (I mean you remember what happened to Viper right?)

He came back to you with that familiar smile that you love so much, "You called me your husband!!!" "Caleb, what the hell happened-" "Can you call me that again? Your husband? Say it again, please!"

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secondpersonpoetry · 1 year ago

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Franziska Linkerhand, Brigitte Reimann

#i am once again posting content that is explicitly only for me even if i hate the formatting. this entire passage KILLS me i can't #wie man sich am morgen eines traums zu erinnern such!!! vergessen!!! vergessen!! und WIRD IHM DEN NAMEN KINDHEIT GEBEN!!!!#thAT'S SO FUCKED UP BRIGITTE WHY WOULD YOU HIT US WITH THAT ONE TWO KO bECAUSE IT'S NOT EVEN JUST THAT LINE IT'S THE CALLBACK TO THE FIRST #'einen verlust ohne namen' ausser des Verlusts HAT einen namen &es heisst kindheit oder gibt es verschiedenen verloren dinge man sucht/nenn #anyway. OH MY GOD ACTUALLY #cloud petey inspo #i was going to say what i always do which was.#but i can't articulate it right. also we're throwing this into the Heimat thesis breakdown pile for leon &wherever the brainworms r crawlin #anyway online kindle i hate ur annotation method but my paper copy will be here soon and i will probably stop posting unneeded snippets #but i needed her to be Here.

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aphel1on · 1 year ago

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the longer i look at this panel the more deranged i feel about it. this is environmental storytelling at its finest.

the eodio stand-in doll in particular makes me crazy. where did it come from? did thistle just pop into the village like "hey ungrateful wretches, one of you needs to make me a life-sized mannequin, For Reasons". did he make it himself? seems quite unlikely, yet the possibility haunts me. i mean, i guess there could've been one just lying around the dungeon somewhere. it's the act of replacement itself that really gets to me. (edit: it's been pointed out to me that the eodio doll also could have been left behind as part of delgal's escape plan. slightly different kind of madness but tbh, just as funny-sad to me if that happened and thistle went Ok, Guess That's Eodio Now.)

both the wives are there too. we know very little about them, which makes me tend to assume thistle wasn't all that close to them, but they're still included. when did they end up here? did he kick their souls out of their bodies at some point, or were they among those who left their bodies voluntarily to try and escape? when did yaad become an effective orphan, delgal an effective widower? women in the margins of the narrative, tell me your stories!

and the fact that they're surrounded with the living paintings, which thistle habitually wanders through to relive the past. this truly is his inner sanctum, his place of utmost comfort... and it may as well be a tomb.

that panel is so creepy when you first see it. just a sense of "ohh jeez, there's a lot to unpack there".

and actually, yeah, it remains creepy from pretty much any angle, but the more you think about it the more it's also tragic.

this is where many of thistle's happiest moments took place. everything he had in that picture is now gone. first he lost their warm regard, then one-by-one their bodies became hollow shells. before the end, none of the people here needed or enjoyed food anymore. the dinner table, as a center of both family life and nutrition, became obsolete.

a line from someone else's excellent post about thistle has stuck in my head ever since i read it: "to eat is to live, but to eat together is to be loved". to me, this is the sentiment and symbolism at the core of everything that happens in dungeon meshi.

it makes this bit all the sadder and more disturbing.

there's several things to note here:

thistle has gone from seated and eating with them as part of the family, to a lonely and ominous figure hovering over delgal's shoulder

eodio is conspicuously absent from view, and his body would have been a husk by now, but yaad says parents, which forces me to assume that they are sitting at the table with eodio's soulless body, hidden under yaad's speech bubble

they're not actually eating anything.

those plates are empty. you could assume that they've already finished eating, maybe, but yaad refers to it as sitting around the dinner table. in fact, he compares it to what he's currently doing; sitting at the dinner table watching the touden party eat, not eating anything himself.

it paints a pretty grim picture. for some time even after the fantasy had fallen apart, even after there was no need or desire to eat, they kept gathering around the dinner table. at that point, i'd guess only so as not to provoke thistle's wrath.

but even that last happened a long, long time ago.

this is a callback to what senshi said in the golden kingdom: the reason the people keep maintaining their fields and silverware and so forth is that they need to do so in order to stay sane.

paradoxically, the dinner table is the most striking evidence of thistle's insanity, and at the same time, it's the only anchor to sanity he has left.

he kept enforcing the ritual of dinner together long after it lost significance. when even that was impossible- because almost everyone's souls were gone- he kept their bodies at the table anyway. it's fine. it's fine! he's protected them, physically, just like he set out to. they're all still breathing. at a glance it looks like they could wake up and resume dinner at any moment. like this, it's easy to pretend.

isn't that what being a dungeon lord is, at the core of it? rejecting reality, staying in the prison of one's impossible desires. it's just one long game of pretend.

thistle did all this to protect his loved ones. no matter how obsessive and twisted he became in pursuit of that over the years, his core motivation never changed. this is all he has left of that dream: his loved ones' bodies gathered around the locus of their happiest memories together. like this, he can tell himself he's succeeded.

when eodio's body vanished with delgal's soul in it- when he couldn't even have that anymore... well.

i want to reach through the screen and shake him. no, they're not, thistle. THISTLE, NO, THEY'RE NOT! the doll of eodio is the closest thing to him in this panel, underlining the point. when that final illusion was shattered, he became completely unable to cope with reality.

therefore casually forgetting the creepy eodio doll isn't real.

thistle isn't stupid. eodio's body vanished at the same time as delgal's soul. shortly after, more adventurers came pouring in than ever before. deep down, he knows what happened. if he didn't, being confronted with the truth by mithrun wouldn't have made him panic so hard he summoned chimera falin to the first floor.

yet still...

he absolutely can't admit that to himself. he is clinging to the last scraps of the illusion with everything he has.

this is a dungeon lord at the end of desire. this is a lotus-eater machine left running long after its conclusion. this is mithrun lying listlessly in his bed, his replica lover having given up any pretense of being human. the illusion is all that's left. (an illusion is all it ever was.) thistle and the citizens of the golden kingdom- they're ghosts just as much as the ones who wander the dungeon floors. and if it weren't for thistle sealing the lion away, he would've been eaten by it long ago.

all of this encapsulated by that single panel of the dinner table.

#dungeon meshi #dungeon meshi spoilers #thistle #delgal #yaad #eodio #meta #long post #aphelion.txt #dunmeshi #sorry. i am so incredibly not normal about any of it #to the people in the tags/replies who pointed out the table is essentially another living picture for thistle: YES #i had that thought too #couldn't figure out how to slip it into the post lol

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raven-at-the-writing-desk · 2 months ago

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even more tlm references

Part 1 (Episodes 1 + 2) / Part 2 (Episode 3) / This post covers Episodes 4 + 5, as well as references from the event boys' voice lines and vignettes (since those have also been unlocked now)!

OH MY GOD. Rook says he enjoyed a bath in the hotel's bathhouse. He and Malleus comment on the beautiful interior of it, mentioning a shell-themed bathtub and a carving of a fish. THEY'RE LITERALLY DESCRIBING THE BATHHOUSE THAT ARIEL WASHED IN???

While at an outdoor market, we spot a lady in a white dress secured with a rope. Jade explains that it is a fashion style unique to the Sunshine Lands. By simply changing the way you wrap the cloth and rope, you can make many different looks! This fashion originated from repurposing the cloth used to make sails and rope.

This might just be me buggin’ but 😳 Jade says the Coral Sea has high biodiversity, meaning when those animals and plants decay, they add a lot of minerals and nutrients that enrich the water. This makes rich, imami sea salt. I wonder if this is a reference to??? How the sea Ariel comes from is also very colorful and biodiverse, as we see in Under the Sea.

At the outdoor market, Malleus spots forks of a strange shape. These, Jade explains, are actually combs in the shape of forks. There is a legend about a mermaid that combed her hair with a fork because she had recently come to land, and at a time when her people and humans knew little of each other. She would go on to have a happy marriage. This is of course a reference to Ariel using a fork to comb her hair at dinner🍴(Jade also mentions the Atlantics Memorial Museum from book 3!! They have a replica of the fork the mermaid used on display.)

The market also has stuff salvaged from sunken ships! There’s precious antiques and things of value, but also tons of junk that can be refurbished or polished back up and made reusable again. This has to be a reference to Ariel’s grotto full of items collected from sunken ships!!! She has many things here, some useful, some not, but all interesting to her.

The people of the Sunshine Lands love song and music! An example, Jade gives is playing the flute on ships and the coast. You know who plays a flute??? ERIC. We see him playing one when Ariel sees him for the first time, as well as right before he spots Vanessa on the beach.

There are lots of clothes hung up to dry in the strong sun. There’s a scene in TLM where the maids of Eric’s castle are doing laundry!! Sebastian gets caught up in it.

The groom apparently works on ships and is quite familiar with the sea… LIKE ERIC.

The cove is the same as the one Eric and Ariel went in for Kiss the Girl!! Look at this neat new background and how they’ve nicely decorated it!!

The Eternity Float starts off with the groom gushing about the “first time [he] heard [the bride’s] name”. Definitely a callback to Eric guessing Ariel’s name on the rowboat 😭

Rook makes a thick fog by firing fire at water. Fog??? Like… THE FOG ON THE BEACH WHEN VANESSA APPEARS AND ENCHANTS ERIC?!!!!!?!?!

Riddle thinks to launch barrels at the bride and groom! This makes me think of when Ariel used a barrel to help herself catch up with the wedding ship departing with Eric on it.

Jade and Riddle get into a magic fight that produces fireworks. The couple reminiscence on the time they saw fireworks together. Fireworks appear over Eric’s ship on the night Ariel sees Eric for the first time!!

Malleus creates a mighty tornado with his wind magic. Is this maybe a reference to the powerful storm Ursula summons when she has all the powers of the sea at her disposal?!

THE BRiDE AND GRoOM ARE LITERALLY ArIEL AND ERiCCCCC (Side note: Jade leaping in his merform fr reminds me of that fucking leaping dolphin meme 🐬 which is funny because his fandom emoji IS the dolphin!)

The bride saves the groom by swimming with him to safety…! Like how Ariel rescued Eric after the storm at the start of the film!

Jade successfully capsizes their rowboat!! Similar shot to what appears in the film.

The event ends on a similar shot as the film too!!! 😭 The sea… the ship drifting out on it… the rainbow appearing… Even the font they use to write “The End” is similar to the font used for TLM title. This is setting off all kinds of nostalgia alarms for meeeeeeee 🌈

In Rook’s vignette, he and Malleus go fishing but catch nothing. Right as they’re about to leave, something snags on the line—and they fish up a fragment of a statue. They hear from a local that there is a sunken ship nearby, so it’s common to catch stuff from it. Rook is amused and wonders if the fragment once used to be part of a man with a strong will. This has GOTTA be talking about the statue of Eric that got busted up.

In Malleus’s vignettes, he practices maintaining balance while rowing. I don't think this refers to anything specific in TLM, but I'm thinking maybe it could refer to the scene where Eric's men are in those lifeboats during the storm and trying to keep afloat in the rough waves??

He has a voice line saying he would like to play violin at a wedding (and in the Sunshine Lands, they often take place on boats). We can see one of Eric's crewmates playing a fiddle on the night Ariel sees him for the first time!

Malleus also has a voice line about how they are many sunken ships at the bottom of the sea. This is pretty non-specific, but I'm sure all of us remember the film opening scene with Ariel exploring a sunken ship.

In Riddle’s vignettes, he mentions that a horse's demeanor can change depending on the handler. Then an incident occurs in which a horse gets spooked and runs off without anyone in its carriage; Riddle and Rook chase after it and are able to get in the carriage. With Riddle at the helm, they're able to get the horse to leap over a valley. THIS A NOD TO HOW WHEN ARIEL TOOK THE REINS TO THE CARRIAGE... and then she and Eric bolted off... AND THEN SHE GOT THE HORSE TO LEAP OVER A GAP.

In one of Jade's voice lines, he talks about how he used to look at the city longingly from the waters. JUST LIKE ARIEL... JUST LIKE ARIEL AS SHE SINGS PART OF YOUR WORLD REPRISE ON THAT ROCK AND THE WATER GOES SPLASH!!!!!!!

Finally!! In Jade’s vignettes, a storefront sells items imported from merfolk. Items include seaweed for fortune telling, musical instruments, and accessory cases made from shells, and seahorses with anemones on their heads. This calls to mind the general seashell accessories of the merfolk, musical instruments used in Under the Sea and the concert scenes, and Ursula's little potion ingredients cabinet + skrungly clients/prisoners.

He tells a tale of how he got caught in a whirlpool while chasing after something shiny that had fallen into the sea. Could this be a reference to Eric using glowing under the water to try and attack Ursula?? asjdhasdsalid I MIGHT BE OVERTHINKING THIS ONE AND IT'S NOTHING

Jade ends his vignettes by mentioning there may come a day where he “returns to the sea”… THE LITTLE MERMAID 2: RETURN TO THE SEA?!?!!

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