Weirdoes of Everyway
Weirdoes are, by definition - waried, while many can be traced to originating in one of many worlds of Everyway/Pereputje, there are still high percentage of unique Weirdoes, which species are limited to them and only them. But three can be divided few groups, like, for example :
-Beakies that can be recognised by having, well, a beak, and mostly bird features, they're the most popular kind of Weirdoes, appearing in almost every world.
-Meanwhile Imps are a species of unknown origin, they mostly live in Carnival Corybantic, used as Circus animals and cheap fodder-performers, few have managed to leave the Carnival but they still retain their mischievous gremlin nature.
-There are also some that blur the line between being a species and a faction from species, such as Red Caps that Inhabit the Land of Rain and Mud being mostly solitary occult raiders without a single leader, these Weirdoes are known for their erratic behavior and innability to control the volume of their voices when speaking (going from whisper into screeching in few moments), Red Caps also known for their obsession with sweet drinks such as Cream Liquor produced in Rain and Mud, which seems to be shared (but not to SUCH degree) by other species of Weirdoes, who doesn't like sweets?
-Some say that Paganowans, or just Pagans are a different species from Weirdoes, being either natives to Everyway/Pereputje or just completely alien to this dimension. They usualy keep to themselves in the deepest woods, speaking their croaky and cawy languages and worshipping living gods that sometimes even answer to their pleas.
There are many different beings that inhabit Pereputje, some weak and useless, some rule entire civilizations, and some just live their simple lives. And all of them need their mail delivered swiftly, Simon.
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Something that keep going through my head is how much I adore the quiet intimacy between Brimsley and Reynolds. Not just the sexiness, but just the intimacy. They seem so comfortable with each other when they're up in one of their rooms and their walls are down. And it's all thanks to Sam and Freddie. The book fails to capture the magic most of the time.
Like seriously the comfort of the dinner in bed scene in Ep 2 is just off the charts. The fire crackling, the candles lit. Reynold's head on Brimsley's chest, just lounging against him, even though he is by far the taller. Brimsley giving him the glass of wine(are they sharing it? I bet they are) and then smiling chuckling as he lifts food to his mouth but as the chuckle is gone, he's turning back to Reynolds.
It's so easy for them. This quiet post sex intimacy of sharing food and wine, talking and smiling together. The image that the storm is over and they have each other. (It's why I reject the novel that they were just fucking around at the time, it's clear that there was something between them by that point but that's a whole nother post but if it's novel verse sign me up for fwb to love match!)
(I also love the idea of Reynolds lounging on Brimsley and Brimsley feeding him, the novelization basically confirms that Brimsley was the superior in the bedroom and that scene kinda suggests that it wasn't JUST sexually but for a little bit, Reynolds could drop all pretenses and worries for George and just let himself be cared for and spoiled and let someone else lead and I think he probably needs that SO MUCH, needs the headspace Brimsley can take him to and I honestly need bottom!Reynolds fic so much so Reynolds can just get a break from being so strong and perfect)
And the bathtub scene where they're just talking quietly and letting each other see how much they want a lifetime and asking "do you think it's possible?" but their voices make it clear that they're not hopeful. That George can make it. But they both hope it to be so. For them and their King and Queen. While just gently rubbing each other's arms and drawing nonsensical shapes. Just at the peak of trust and unguardedness and comfort.
I just think it's something we don't get a lot in Bridgerton. Intimacy. It's all grand gestures and sex and while the Ep 2 hurried make out and banter was perfect, Freddie and Sam genuinely SHONE in those quiet moments of an established couple. I wish we got the stable scene so badly.
I want more of them together. (Also posts about the novel are coming don't worry)
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Another thing that i really like about ink is how relatable he is to neurodivergent people in this fandom! I don't see this with any other character and that's cool!
it's clear that within the world in which undertale, or rather utmv, takes place, a being without a soul is not capable of feeling, much less understanding others' feelings, from this a quite nice character was created who took another heading to flowey's as a soulless creature, ahead of his time i dare say
ink is what i call a good representation🙏
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Tom is fifty-one when he enters a tattoo parlour for the first time. He says "Hello, I'm here to fix an appointment for a tattoo", showing the girl behind the desk two pictures of a robot. He walks out, ten minutes later, with $100 of deposit left behind and an appointment for two weeks from that moment.
(To be there at that time, he has to reschedule half of the meetings and the hirings that day so that his secretary looks at him like he lost his mind for the rest of the day.)
(At the tattoo patrol, Mindy signs the appointment as "Tom the hot dilf", Caleb laughs, "So you want this one?" and Mindy answers, "If you don't let me tattoo him, I'm going to make sure you're not available that day." All smiles and sunshine
(Mindy can be scary when she wants.)
It's Wednesday, and Tom is early, but what's new about that? Mindy is already waiting for him, a cup of coffee between her hands while she explains her ideas for the tattoos he showed her.
"What's the story behind this?" she asks, while she starts tracing the lines on Tom's body.
"I'm-" Tom starts before stopping once and then a second time.
"Sorry, I'm noisy. Don't feel like you have to share." She smiles, biting the inside of her cheek, trying not to blush too much.
"No, it's not a problem. I'm not very used to talking about this stuff with strangers," he answers a couple of seconds later, making a strange expression when the needles trace over a particularly sensitive area on his skin. "I'm in the Navy, and I'm gay. I thought that the Navy would have been my whole life, with nothing behind it, and if something was not surely the family I wanted, then something happened, and I got the whole package: a husband and baby. We were watching the iron giant when he presented me with the papers to legally become his dad. A little after that, he walked out our door, and I hadn't seen him for ten years. And now I'm in a position comfortable enough to get a tattoo because the only person who's going to ask me to strip when I'm at work is my doctor, and I know him for long enough; he won't rattle me out," he finishes, laughing softly. "I hope—I know getting inked won't solve the situation, but I hope my boy will like it whenever he sees it."
Mindy has to stop working to pick up a couple of tissues for Tom and herself.
"I'm sure he is going to love it."
"I really hope so; I really do."
(Mindy gives a brownie to Tom with all the instructions on how to take care of the tattoo, and she gets to give him a hug too, just before he walks out of the shop. When Tom hugs her back, she thinks the guy, whoever he is, must have been the luckiest son of a bitch because her dad never gave him such a food hug.
Three years later, a tall, curly guy walks in, followed by a man she is sure she has already seen somewhere.
"Tom!" She smiles. "It's unfair how you got even hotter since the last time I saw you," she says, all cheeky and smiley.
A man behind Tom, whom she hadn't noticed before, laughs. "Yeah, Tom, you get unfairly hot for sure," he says, looking at the man, batting his long eyelashes, and smiling all sweetly at him.
"Please, dads, not here too," the taller guy says, a hand already covering his face. "Can you guys stop flirting for two seconds? Please?"
"To be fair, I would flirt with him too, and even more openly, if he were my husband," Mindy answers. "So you're the kid?"
"Yeah," he says, a hand flying to his pocket. "I would like to take an appointment to have this tattooed."
He says this, showing her a drawing of a bolt.
"I have a spot now, if you want. One client cancelled their appointment yesterday."
The guy smiles at her before turning to the two men. "You don't have to stick around; I can take a cab home after."
"Nah, baby goose, we will get cosy on the couch and wait for you," the short man answers before taking Tom's hand in his and turning towards the couch.
"See you later, baby goose," Tom adds, a hand on his cheek. "We're going where you left us."
The guy smiles softly, almost a little lost. "I see you later than, papa."
The last thing Mindy sees before closing the door behind them is Tom kissing the other man's forehead while his hands rest over the place Mindy tattooed Tom years ago.
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