#christopher mode

[chikaoofka]

The circumstances surrounding Cassius' "death" (disappearance) were incredibly muddled and hard to follow even for the people who were involved... It all happened late at night in the middle of a snowstorm, visibility was low, an apparently unrelated party (Cockerel) getting a broken nose, and an apparent thousand other coincidences leading to the death of both Cassius and his father. The issue: only the body of Christopher Turever Jr. - Cassius' father - was recovered! This led to a strange cooperation between Edgar and Cassandra - the new "co-"proprietor of the local newspaper (though she had been managing the place for a while up to this point) - aiming to cover up whatever really happened in the favour of pushing a narrative that Cassius was the man to die that day. It was an easier story to push, yes, Cassius' apparent depression was visibly worsening, as opposed to the apparently stable Christopher... What if the people cried murder!? Not to mention Cassius (once) was a valued member of the community - imagine the paper sales!...

anyway here's a funny image where neither of them can know if they'll get away with it since neither of them can see Christopher's face ... I do imagine they succeed but I don't know if it's really THAT important? It's fun to consider though. Edgar and Cassandra get along surprisingly well, but maybe it was just the circumstance. They stopped talking after the funeral was officially past...

[softestaries]

buck: 😠 why else 😡 would you 🤬 be going to the airport -

buck: oh hi chris (✿◠‿◠)

when you're about to have a domestic but ur kid is there so you can't.

[lover-of-mine]

Buddie Countdown to Season 7:

40 days.

[chanstopher]

🐺🫧231228

[freytos]

THE goddess and god of war.

[sunrisemill]

I'm feeling in the mood to beat Chris’ ass in Mario Kart and watch him pout like a baby

[ansonmountdaily]

STAR TREK: STRANGE NEW WORLDS 2x08 "Under the Cloak of War"

[papsiguesss]

I made a Sherlock/Henry fanvid! They’ve deserved their own little vid for a while now so I’ve finally gotten around to making one ☺️

[oliviasgreenmug]

TWO DAYS BABY!!!

[kaurwreck]

magda perfect to give asagiri email for pleasant letter. magda very Heartfelt and Polite letter read nicely if magda writes it. Give Asagiri Email To Magda. no problems ever in magda fan correspondence because Emotionally Regulated with Good Boundaries for author time and privacy. AMagda yes person for fan letter give asagiri email to magda can trust magda for shareing thoughtful word and appropriate love to asagiri. friend magda.

[piripiip]

A really poorly drawn Christophe :p

I hate drawibf pants

[randomnameless]

Coucou ! Pour le jeu de question des personnage, 1. 12 et 25 pour Catherine de FE si ça t'inspire ? Merci d'avance !

Salut!

Why do you like or dislike this character?

J'aime bien Catherine, pour pas mal de raisons, d'une parce que c'est l'une des rares persos qui ne va pas automatiquement suivre Billy parce que leur technique à l'épée l'impressionne, Catherine a sa propre histoire, ses propres loyautés et ne va pas tirer un trait dessus parce que Billy est super spécial (même si bon, le fait qu'elle rejoigne la campagne de Claude me parait quand même un peu bancale, même si le but avoué c'est de sauver Rhéa).

Et puis, on est sur un pseudo archetype des "chevaliers verts et rouges" qu'on trouve dans les autres FE avec Shamir qui fait le vert - même si je trouve que Cat est quand même mieux développée, ou au moins pensée, que les autres, je trouve que son histoire et sa loyauté envers Rhéa en font un personnage plus attachant et cohérent qu'un énième "chevalier sympathique et naif en duo avec chevalier taciturne mais sérieux".

J'aime bien ses soutiens aussi, ça participe à rendre le perso plus complet : Cat est un chevalier de l'ordre de Seiros, elle va boire et passer du temps avec ses amis chevaliers (Alois) et veiller sur eux, participer à l'entraînement de jeunes de l'académie parce qu'ils voient en elle un modèle (Caspar, Ingrid, Leonie) et, même, grâce à FEH, essayer d'expliquer à Flayn l'importance d'avoir un "partenaire" sur le champ de bataille.

Mais en plus du rôle de mentor, Catherine est bien au courant qu'elle choisi de vivre sa vie en tant "qu'épée" à cause des choix qui l'ont déchirée pendant toute l'affaire Christophe, et elle sait que dans l'absolu, ce n'est pas le meilleur choix à faire pour tout le monde, après tout elle essaie d'orienter Caspar dans ce sens avec leurs discussions sur la moralité de leurs actions, et du fait que parfois, un chevalier comme elle doit aussi tuer des civils/enfants -

(je me demande pourquoi ce soutien n'est pas dispo pour Caspar dans les routes où il rejoint Delagarde tiens!)

Bref, on est sur un personnage qui, je trouve, est assez complexe (enfin, dans l'échelle de complexité des jeux de Fodlan hein mdr) qui a une histoire et un développement cohérent, qui est sympatoche et une bonne unité de surcroît!

What’s a headcanon you have for this character?

Ses frères et soeurs lui écrivent souvent, même si elle a changé d'identité ils savent bien que "Catherine" reste leur grande soeur Cassandra. Ils utilisent d'ailleurs le surnom qu'elle avait à l'époque, soi-disant pour ne pas griller sa couverture, en l'appelant "Cassie", ce qu'elle trouvait, et trouve toujours, complètement ridicule.

Quand Shamir l'a appris, elle a explosé de rire, ce qui est tellement rare que personne n'a voulu le croire.

What was your first impression of this character? How about now?

Je me suis dit "tiens une unité pré-promue avec une arme attitrée et si je la recrutais tiens", mais bon, vu que ma première route c'était la route Dedel, ben... ça s'est jamais passé ^^

J'avais pigé qu'elle avait une sorte de lien avec Shamir, donc j'ai essayé de les faire se battre pendant la dernière carte (après avoir reset le jeu parce qu'elle avait réduit Bernie en bouillie) et dans le second run (neiges argentées) je me suis dit "ah tiens, en fait cette personne, c'est le chevalier de Rhéa! Sûrement qu'on va en apprendre un peu plus sur leur relations!" et, ben... ça s'est jamais passé non plus ^^

Bon grâce à FEH maintenant on sait qu'elles vont à la plage ensemble et que Cat ne voit absolument pas de mal à manger avec Rhéa, quitte à bousculer du monde pour se faire une place à ses côtés, donc vive le gacha pour ça!

Plus sérieusement, je la trouvais cool avant, et je reste sur la même idée - même si Fodlan met plus de billes sur les persos "étudiants" que ceux des chevaliers ou des membres de l'académie, je maintiens que Catherine est l'un des personnages les mieux foutus, que ce soit au niveau design ou histoire, de cet univers, et ses 3 pauvres soutiens dans Nopes n'ont fait que renforcer cette impression.

[quietflorilegium]

"Unfortunately, Mr Wentworth was by no means calm. “How dare you talk to me like this!” he said. “It’s pure blackmail! You’ll get no help from me!” “Now that is unreasonable, sir,” Chrestomanci said. “These children are in acute trouble. You are in the same trouble yourself. Your whole world is in even greater trouble. Please, try if you can, to forget that you have been scared for years, both for yourself and Brian, and listen to the questions I am going to ask you.”"

Diana Wynne Jones, "Witch Week"

[arosetolivefor]

I feel like this when I listen to A Question of Lust

[multifandomfangirl93]

Bro. I fucking cried for Maddie. I cried for Karen. I cried for Christopher.

I cried for Bobby. The selfless man that he was. That he always thought LA was his penance, but he’s been a blessing from the pilot. Bobby, who carried the weight of the world, and his mistakes, ok his shoulders for so long. Bobby, who was building a forever home with the love of his life. Bobby, who was finally happy and he had (almost, cause Eddie wasn’t there…) everything he wanted.

I just PRAY this is a coma dream.

i finally watched 8x15 and i cried

i cried for buck i cried for athena i cried for chim i cried for hen i cried for ravi i cried for eddie i cried for may i cried for henry i cried for michael

it was so sudden and it was too soon and i don't believe it

[meenaxskz]

when he gets sick (hyung line)

ot8 reactions | bf!skz x reader au genre: crack warnings: language a/n : sorry for the silence. life said ✨plot twist✨. but here’s something to distract you! ✧ hyung line | maknae line

bang chan

you walk into the room with tea in one hand and judgment in the other. chan’s in bed. sweaty. pale. wrapped in blankets like a sad spring roll. and of course… of COURSE. he’s got the laptop again. you stop. blink. “really?” he looks up, fake innocent. eyes glassy. lips dry. “what?” you squint. “why are you working right now?” he blinks slower. “…i’m not.” you glance down. ableton. open. project name: “BANG CHAN FINAL FINAL FINAL MIX ACTUAL FINAL I SWEAR” “christopher. bang. chan.” he winces “okay i was working but just for a minute—” “you have a FEVER. and a death wish.” he sniffles “my creativity doesn’t take sick days.” you sigh and set the tea down “wanna know where your creativity is gonna go?” he blinks. “IN THE CEILING. WHERE YOUR LAPTOP’S ABOUT TO BE.” he gasps. hugs the laptop to his chest like it’s his firstborn “don’t threaten her!! she has feelings!” you snatch it in one swift motion. “SHIT SHE’S FAST—” you unplug it. tuck it under your arm “you’re on rest mode. no tech. no work. no producing.” he groans. flops back dramatically. “you don’t understand. the project NEEDS ME—” “the project also needs you to be ALIVE.” five minutes later: he’s under three blankets. grumpy. arms crossed. you feed him soup. he pretends to hate it “what is this? poison?” “it’s chicken noodle, you absolute gremlin.” he slurps it anyway “…it’s pretty good.” you press a cold rag to his forehead. he sighs “you’re gonna leave me like this. laptopless. joyless. alone.” you stare “you’re gonna take a nap.” he groans. “will you at least sing to me?” “no.” “…hold me like a baby?” “…fine.” ten minutes later? he’s asleep. drooling a little. snoring soft. you check under the bed. just to make sure he didn’t stash a secret ipad or something. you find his phone. tucked into a sock like it’s hiding. you whisper “...i knew it.” bonus: the next day he wakes up feeling better. you catch him hugging his laptop and whispering, “i missed you, my love. she was so cruel to you.” you: “i will LITERALLY unplug your entire life.”

lee know

you walk into the kitchen and immediately stop. minho’s leaning against the counter like he’s doing a vogue pose on the verge of collapse. “you good?” minho (clearly not good): “never better.” he sneezes so hard he hits the cabinet. you raise an eyebrow. “you’ve blown your nose seven times in two minutes. you’re wheezing. your knees buckled when you poured orange juice.” “coincidence.” you step forward with a thermometer. he holds up a hand like you’re holding a weapon “i don’t need that. i’m not a CHILD.” “no. children usually listen better.” you try to press it to his forehead. he dodges like a ninja. you try again. he spins. you chase. he crashes into the couch. “STOP TREATING ME LIKE I’M FRAGILE—” “minho, you just fainted trying to open a yogurt.” he groans and lays back. dramatic. arm over his eyes. like he’s dying in a historical novel. “i’m fine. i’m a man. men don’t nap.” “men also die for no reason. lay down.” you drag him to the bed. he lets you. but grumbles the entire time. “this is humiliating.” you tuck a blanket over him. “this is degrading.” you bring soup. he looks offended. “…is this chicken flavor? i like beef.” “eat it before i shove it in your nose.” ten minutes later? he’s curled into the blanket. holding a warm pack to his stomach. soup almost gone. cheeks pink. “want more?” he mutters something. you lean in. “what?” “…yes please.” you grin “huh. what was that? i couldn’t hear over your PRIDE.” he glares. “don’t make me cough on you.” bonus: you catch him later whispering to doongie: “she tucked me in. like i’m some pathetic little—” he sneezes. “…anyway. i think i love her.”

changbin

you walk in to find changbin on the couch like a grumpy little burrito. blanket over his head. only his eyes and a single bicep visible. he’s watching cartoons. volume low. pout HIGH. you blink. “how are you feeling?” he sniffs. “strong.” you squint “strong like… ‘i’m good’ strong? or strong like ‘i almost cried trying to reach the remote’ strong?” he pauses. “i didn’t cry. i just grunted emotionally.” you sit down and feel his forehead. he doesn’t move. just stares dramatically. “am i dying?” he whispers. “you have a mild fever. you’re not dying.” he closes his eyes. “…tell felix to take care of my plushies.” you bring him water. he sips it like he’s been rescued from a desert. then cough suspiciously loud. “that cough was FAKE.” “was not. it came from my soul.” you hand him some sliced oranges. his lip wobbles. “…you peeled them?” “of course.” he turns away. sniffles harder “don’t look at me. i’m fine.” “are you tearing up because of fruit right now??” “no. these are just really… thoughtful citrus.” twenty minutes later: he’s in your lap. wrapped in a fuzzy blanket. cuddling a bunny plush. watching paw patrol. “i’m literally a tank,” he mumbles, full pout. “but like… a soft tank.” you kiss his forehead “my softest tank.” he sniffles again. “…don’t tell the others.” bonus: he gets better the next day and tries to act cool again. but you catch him sneaking the bunny plush into his gym bag. you: “strong again?” changbin: nods, flexing dramatically “back to beast mode, baby.” the bunny peeks out of his hoodie pocket. you say nothing.

hyunjin

you walk into the bedroom. hyunjin is face-down on the bed like he’s been defeated by life. blankets everywhere. a tissue stuck to his cheek. “…you good?” him, muffled: “no.” you bring medicine and tea. he doesn’t move. just dramatically points toward the nightstand like he’s too weak to lift a hand. “you’re so annoying.” “and sick. don’t forget sick.” you try to give him the pill. he stares at it like it’s poison “it’s huge.” “it’s literally the size of a tic tac.” “do you want me to choke and die right now? is that what you want???” he finally takes it after you bribe him with a popsicle. “you’re being so dramatic—” “WELL SOMEONE HAS TO BE.” you go to leave the room. as you turn to leave— ding-a-ling-a-ling you freeze. “…what was that.” you turn around. he’s holding A BELL. a literal. actual. fucking. bell. “where did you get that.” “my bag.” “WHY was that in your bag??” “i knew one day it would come in handy.” ding-a-ling-a-ling “stop.” “you said you’d take care of me.” “i didn’t say i’d become your room service.” “…i crave grapes.” “we don’t have grapes.” “…then cut a banana into circles and pretend.” your soul briefly leaves your body. “you are so lucky you’re cute,” you mutter, turning toward the kitchen. behind you, you hear the softest little "yay." a few minutes later, you return. plate in hand. banana. perfectly sliced. arranged in a damn circle pattern. sprinkled with cinnamon because you care, unfortunately. you set it on the nightstand. “your fake grapes.” hyunjin blinks at the plate. then at you “…you rolled your eyes so hard i thought they were gonna fall out.” “yeah. and yet here you are. fed.” he grabs the plate “i love you.” you sit beside him with a sigh “i know.” he pops a banana slice in his mouth. “…tastes like betrayal.” you throw a pillow at his face. --- twenty minutes later? he’s asleep, bell on his chest, lip poked out. you tiptoe over to take the bell. his eyes snap open. “i felt that.” bonus: you finally hide the bell. next day? he’s using the dog’s toy bell collar and shaking his whole head. “i’ve ADAPTED,” he announces, crown of tissues on his head. “you CANNOT silence me.” you sigh. “…i should’ve just let the cold take him.”

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