#if i talk abt ALL OF this like hinting heavily abt

[1980ssunflower]

Could you tell me how you got into in.finity tra.in? Like before f/oing Min and Ryan?

to be HONEST i genuinely dont remember! I have REALLY bad memory but im pretty sure i started watching after book 2 came out?

[2knightt]

Do you think u could write abt the gang being (separately) absolutely obsessed with the reader. Like they adore everything she does, they can’t get enough of her. To the point where the rest of the gang starts releasing them abt it, meanwhile reader is like completely oblivious lol

୧ ׅ𖥔 ۫ heaven and hell were words to me.⋄ 𓍯

…IN WHICH! the greasers are totally obsessed!

tags/warnings: no confessions—just the gang having a crush, gang being literally whipped, them being a little odd, kinda toxic!johnny LFMAO, nothing else to my knowledge

ೃauthor notes⁀➷ i’m just working…working hard so i can please you.(shout out to ema/corvyes/loml for that ref.) but if i get a req asking me for like the gng confessing to you—i will do it. trust.

Dallas Winston

WHEN HE’S DRUNK, YOU’RE ALLLL HE TALKS ABOUT LMFAOOOO

“i’m tellin’ you—there ain’t a girl like her.”

dallas would repeat after what felt like this 5th drink of the night. buck is sick of him, two-bit regrets dragging him along, and dallas just wants to tell them how good you looked today.

when he sees you walking home, to school, or to work he WILL tag along. HE DOESN’T GAF IF YOU TELL HIM TO TAKE A HIKE!

actually, he kinda does. you’re like the only person he listens to.

LMFAOOO THE GANG THREATENS TO CALL YOU OVER WHENEVER DALLAS IS DOING SMTH STUPID

like whenever you threaten a kid ur gna tell santa.

“dallas, i’m gonna tell y/n what you did last week.”

“??if you do, i’ll beat your head in, soda.”

“YIKES..i’m gonna have to tell her that too…”

“…don’t, she’d be so mad at me😔😒.”

THE GANG TEASES DALLAS THE WORST(besides ponyboy) ABOUT YOU LFNAOAOAOAO

like they’re shoving him toward you, nudging him at even the slightest mention of you, giggling as they tell him they seen you today.

“look, it’s your girlfriend.”

“steve, shut up! she ain’t deaf!”

—

“GO SEE HER!”

“OW—i mean—hi, y/n.”

“did you…trip? or did you mean to bump into me?”

“yeah, sorry or whatever. some IDIOT back there pushed me.”

—

“guess who i saw..🥰🥰”

“who?”

“your wife…”

“can you NOT.”

despite all that, you somehow, still don’t know how he feels about you. how? we’ll never know. it’s beyond the human mind.

his friends try and hint at you that the big, bad greaser has a school girl crush on you. do you get what they’re trying to say? no. but that’s okay, you’re just a girl.

lowkey pisses dallas off but that’s okay cuz he prefers admiring from afar. DOES HOWEVER ASK YOU TO HANG OUT AND CONSIDERS THEM A DATE IN HIS HEAD TO KEEP HIM SANE LFMAO

“you wanna go see this drag race tomorrow?”

“sure! i don’t have work then. uhm, pick me up at my place!”

“alright, cool.”

‘yeah..,it’s date🥱😍’ — dallas’ brain.

Johnny Cade

‘johnny, if you even fucking stutter when you talk to her today—you’re gonna have to drink pickle juice.’

“oh, hi. i didn’t see you there, johnny. ‘m sorry.”

“o-oh—it’s alright.”

‘well, shit.”

he thinks he looks like such a fucking loser when he talks to you omfg😭😭

the gang tries to tell him he might have a shot but he thinks they’re just telling him that because he’s their friend. :(

HEAVILY admires from afar. like seriously he’s a fucking stalker

WAIT LMFOAOO HE’D BE THE TYPE OF GUY TO ACCIDENTALLY STALK YOU LIKE HE’D FOLLOW YOU PLACES FROM AFAR LMFAOAOAOOAOA

what a little freak

anyways

he accidentally lets things slip to let you know he’s better than any other guy trying to go after you. like if you had a shitty ex—he’s preaching that he’d ‘never treat you like that, he can’t imagine that a guy with a brain ever would.’

johnny does everything to keep your attention on HIM and nobody else when your friends try and talk to you when you two are out together. like you could be having a conversation with him and he’d be just pouting in the background with his arms crossed.

“y/n, look. they got that shirt you was talkin’ ‘bout. let’s go check it out. c’mon.” “oh—alright! bye, viv!😊” “yeah, bye viv.😒”

side eyes the gang whenever they bring you up in conversation

“johnny and y/n sittin’ in a tree—“

“😒🤨”

“alright.”

he tries to subtly hint that he really likes you and that you’re his type but it’s not subtle at ALL.

“y’know, if i were to have a girlfriend, i’d wish she was like you.”

—

“my type? uhm, it’d probably be someone-“ and he goes on to describe you.

Ponyboy Curtis

‘holy fuck that’s literally y/n walking towards me??!! does she know i’m here—does she even know me-wow she looks good in red. i mean—SHE’S WAVING OH MY GOD.’

HE IS SUCH A WRECK I CANTTT

ponyboy is the type to stare off into space in your direction and dream about how well he’d treat you if he was your man!!

yk how bitches be like ‘my man, my man!’ whenever they talk about their crush?? he’s all ‘my girl, my girl!’ WUAGRMRNEE

the gang was so confused on why he was so eager to go to school all of a sudden?? and why he cares about his appearance just slightly more than usual?? …is that soda’s shirt he’s wearing?-

two-bit was the first one to realize what was happening when he seen ponyboy and you talk in the halls. that wasn’t the giveaway, though.

it was the way he stared at you like you were the only girl alive and everyone else was just gone. two-bit was almost moved to tears to see ponyboy all grown😞😞!!!

“is tha’ your girlfriend? that why you couldn’t wait ‘til monday?”

“shut up!”

“ouuu, wait until the gang hears ‘bout this!”

“YOU AIN’T TELLIN’ ‘EM NOTHIN’!”

ever since — it has been hell on earth for ponyboy. dallas brings you up every time ponyboy gets smart, johnny giggles at every kissing scene at a movie nudges him, soda and darry had to give him ‘the talk,’ (soda just made it worse by making snide remarks.) and steve never stopped poking fun at him.

two-bit tried to get you to spill the beans on how you felt about him, but all you’d do was huff and ignore him. FINE THEN😒!—is what he always thought.

soda, johnny and two-bit all let ponyboy rant about you.

“LIKE, BRO. my girl, my girl! she’s so cute and smart. LIKE SHE’S TOTALLY MY DREAM.”

—

“that’s so cute ☹️” - soda

“SHE WANTS YOU SOO BAD” - two-bit

“just go tell her, man.” - johnny

does everything to impress you stoppp 😭😭!! pony is trying harder in school, using less hair grease, wearing darry’s cheap cologne when he’s not looking, etc.

HE’S SO SILLY I LOVE HIM!!!

Sodapop Curtis

delusional king!!! yes soda, let the voices in your head tell you that she wants you so bad!!🫶🫶

swear to goddd he thinks y’all are meant to be. you tipped him when he was working at the cash register and he was sooo in love

sorry in my head he’s a hopeless romantic

cause a) you were gorgeous, b) kind enough to tip him, and c) most likely rich💯💯

when he seen you at random places with your friends—soda would get so excited LMFAOOO

STOP HE’D HOUND PONY FOR YOUR NAME

“bro they probably go to your school—just lemme look at your yearbook!”

“no??? you weirdo???”

“please??!! i’ll do the dishes or something!”

“….get me a pack of cigarettes and i’ll tell you.”

“OKAY🥰🥰”

stole them but pony never said how to get them so who gaf!!!

SODA WOULD TOTALLY WRITE YOUR FIRST INITAL + HIS LMFAOOAOAOAOAA

or he’d see who’s last name went best with curtis or your last name!!!1!1!1

he’s crazy insane over you did i say that already

whenever you come by the dx—he’d give you shit for free while you insist to pay.

“jus’ take it.”

“i can’t—i’d feel terrible.”

“it’s alright, no one has to know. right?”

he’d flash his million dollar smile, pushing your coke and chips close to you, inciting you to just take the food.

WAJENEDKD he wants u so bad it’s. so terrible.

steve hates his rambles

“YOU SHOULDA SEEN THE WAY ME AND HER WAS TALKING—SHE’S SO INTO MEEEE”

“yeah, she wants you!!! shut up now!!”

Darry Curtis

nobody knows. it’s like a top secret only darry knows. the gang has their suspicions but they can never really know why darry is suddenly so adamant on going to go get him, soda, and pony’s hair done at the salon.

they alllll can see that he only really talks to you—but at the same time he does that weird ass dad stance where they stand with their arms crossed and legs far apart LMFAOOOOO

darry thinks you’re like…model fine btw.!!!!!

BROOO WHEN YOU LIKE UNCONSCIOUSLY MASSAGE HIS HEAD WHEN YOURE CUTTING IT—HE’S SOO READY TO JUST ASK YOU OUT

darry doesn’t know what it is but goddamn!! you have him in a spell!!

“c’mon—we gotta go to the salon again.”

“….we just went?”

“TWO WEEKS AGO. it’s about time we go AGAIN.”

does in fact work a little extra just so he can see you. he’s that much of a loverboy i fear.

HE DOES ACTUALLY NOT WAIT TO ASK YOU OUT

like, among all the gang, he’s the only one mature enough to actually flirt with you properly & to ask if you’re single.

darry’s fucking down like that.

AWWHHH HE TOTALLY BUYS YOU FLOWERS AS A ‘THANK YOU’ GIFT LOL

flexs his strength around you to prove he’s worthy !!! DARRY LOVEEESSS SHOWING OFF WHEN YOU’RE LOOKING

megara + hercules methink…..

you two probably started hanging out as ‘friends.’ …yeah right!!!!

he’s driving you around as you be his pretty little passenger princess, he’s offering to buy you things when you two are out, etc, etc.

darry might not know how to show that he likes you, but trust me, the second that you look a little too far into his actions—it gets obvious.

like maybe too obvious idk.

Steve Randle

HELLLOOOO??? HE IS TOTALLY SHOWING OFF HIS GYMNASTICS MOVES AROUND YOU

“bro, bro! (yes he’d call you bro. idgaf.) watch what i can do!!😊😊” “wowwww, steve that’s so cool.”

geeks out near you. when you aren’t around the average person would see him and go ‘jesus christ, he literally might beat my ass.’ but when you’re around, they might think, ‘why is that scary looking guy talking about cars and comic books rn??’

you bring out the nerd in him in the best way possible🫶😊 BECAUSE THAT MEANS HE LIKE LIKES YOUUUUUUU

and it’s so obvious to the gang bc wdym steve told you all about DC comics while all they got was a ‘yeah, it’s alright.’ …hm…..

soda NEVER shuts the fuck up and him and his little girlfriend. NEVERRREE

“why’re you so pouty today? y/n ain’t say hi?”

“bro, shut up!”

steals for you and gives them to you all proud like he paid for it LMFAO

tries to be sooo cool around you but the second you bring up the latest batman comic he’s all “OMGOMGOMGOMG IT WAS SOO GOOD!! DID YOU SEE THE-“ he’s a loser what can i say.

dallas totally flirts with you in front of steve just to piss him off LOLLL like when he sees dallas twirling your hair around his finger steve is just all “???🤨🤨😡😡”

and then becomes your knight in shining armour and swoops you away as he glares daggers at dally!!!!<3

Two-bit Mathews

he becomes the funniest man on the planet i’m not joking

he says jokes that anybody and everybody will laugh at. just because he wants to see you laugh at what he says for his delusions

two-bit thinks like ‘she laugh=she likes me’

he’s not the brightest but it’s okay

HE MAKES IT SOOO KNOWN THAT HE LIKES YOU LFMAOOOOOO

“you’re lookin’ pretty? who’s the fella?” / “gee, i didn’t believe when they said they seen an angel walkin’ around until now.” / “well, now you owe me dinner.”

shit like that

two thinks he’s soooo smooth…smh.

DALLAS AND PONYBOY SO BADLY WANTS HIM SHUT THE HELL UP ALREADY ABOUT YOU LMFAOOO

they keep on telling him just to confess already but then two gets all giggly and shy and goes “omg guys noooo🤭🤭🤭🫣🫣”

just coincidentally runs into you everywhere you go!!! (literally has eyes everywhere. he’s weird. he’s odd.)

follows you around like a lost puppy and lowkey kinda gossips. idk.

[mostlyghostlyy]

just watched longlegs. could u write a lil something abt longlegs being creepy and weird towards someone hes got a lil crush on. unwanted touches and incorrect social cues. just talking to him makes u feel violated.

Oh, he would be the WORST! 

I would imagine his crush would be fast acting. Like idk, you work at the hardware store, or local market where he does his shopping. He would interact with you once, then immediately develop an obsession with you overnight, if not that very moment. You’d start seeing him more. What turned into a once a week visit has become often an everyday occurrence.

I think he would immediately seek you out whenever possible. At first it wasn't uncomfortable, you could make small talk with him, even if he was a little unsettling. Although he seemed to be getting worse with every interaction. I'm not even sure if it's the inability to read social cues, or the complete apathy he holds towards them, but they would be scattered to the winds whenever he is talking with you.

Communicating with him would be hell. Tell him “Well, I really should get back to work.” or “have a good rest of your day” or subtle hints that you want him gone don't work. Turn away or start walking and he is following right beside you. Cross your arms and look disinterested and he will keep talking.  He is also a very touchy person, he will just grab you where he wants when he wants. Then pout if you slap his hand and yell at him. Multiple times he has reached to pet your hair. Sifting his fingers through and cooing about how soft and nice it was. He tries touching you whenever he can, grazing your arms, or occasionally touching your hips and sides.

He has started to stand close to you, way too close. Close enough to smell your shampoo. Which you can audibly hear him do. Long awkward pauses carry many of your conversations, this is unfortunate because you can hear everything he does. His heavy breathing, mainly through his mouth when he is not inhaling your scent. Huffs coming out in raspy blows, you notice that he starts breathing more and more heavily around you. 

The way he looks at you, you can tell he is fucking you with his eyes. His cold blue eyes roaming over your body, not caring if you knew. He is constantly staring at your tits, licking his lips before going back to smiling at you. If you were wearing anything other than a crew neck shirt, anything that even hinted at possible cleavage, or godforbid a plunging v-neck and he wouldn't be able to peel his eyes away.

He would make weird ass comments too. “You’re so pretty, you should come work for me instead.” or “You have such a nice voice, Angel. You should show me what else that mouth does.” Or just something that he blurts out and you don't know if he meant to say it aloud like “What color are your nipples”  or something of that nature. It is becoming harder for him to control his arousal with you, getting a boner multiple times throughout your conversations. I don't even think he would try to hide it because he's just that degenerate.

Kobble stalks around the store. Practically looming over you until you’re alone. And once you are, he's pretty much on top of you. Shuffling up to you and asking about your day, you keep moving away from him, walking backwards until your ass hits the corner wall. He's putting his hands on your waist now, pushing you further into the wall. “Please, dont. There are other people in this building, I-” He swiftly mocks your cries “We’re all alone in this corner, Angel. And besides-” You try pushing past him. He grunts, grinding his teeth. Shoving you back into the wall, he gives you a cautionary glare. “I’ll make you feel good.”

He slides his hands up to grope at your breasts. Pawing at them and playing with them through the fabric. You turn your face away from his sour breath as he chuckles. Soon he trails his hands under your shirt, under your bra. No barrier protecting your tits from his adventurous touch. You’re still squirming. “Do you like that? What's the matter? Don't want to talk to your old friend Dale? Oh but we are friends right?” He hums, mouth right against your ear. 

You feel something wet and warm pressed against the side of your face. It doesn't take you long to think “Oh god that's his tongue” You let out a little sob, which seems to encourage him. He's dragging his tongue from the corner of your mouth up to your ear. Then you feel the wet muscle probe your ear. He's lapping at your ear for minutes. Moaning into it, pushing his tongue as far down your ear canal as he possibly can.  Swirling around the lobe and biting. He’s biting so hard, trying to make your earlobe bleed. All the while still groping at your tits, squeezing them and running his thumb over your nipples. 

He pulls away, a string of spit connects him to your ear. your ear is damp with saliva and probably blood too. Kobble wipes his chin, and lewd smile on his face. He promises to come back tomorrow for round two.

[ultraviolet-cello]

Good afternoon everyone, late analysis/detail watch for @tristampparty today! Had a busy day and I am ready to chill out by being so so normal about Trigun ^_^

Spoilers for Trigun Stampede and Trimax, CW for me discussing/theorizing abt Vash's injuries + discussion of harm coming to children specifically!

Roberto is my old man blorbo (he is not that old) and I essayed Hard about him today, good luck reading!

So when I originally watched this episode when I saw the tower I was like oh flying saucer haha!

and then it is a flying saucer. I hate that (/j)

the bugs under the rock when I lift it up:

On a more serious note I do like the transition from Wolfwood getting REALLY jumpy (to the point of like. Punching Vash for sneezing. babygirl there are better ways to cope with bringing the man you adore to what is probably his doo- actually there probably isn't, he's on his own) to them working extremely in sync to try and get away from the guards - even in the two months that they've been traveling together they've developed that back to back fighting style. It's very sweet, and I think that aspect of them is heavily emphasized in 98 actually, episode 9 when Wolfwood first appears. I really do miss that episode's story, I think it's my favourite standalone plot :]

Again take this with a grain of salt because my subtitles are Janky, but this line hits me real hard [Where Vash is telling Wolfwood not to shoot at the July guards]. They're at July, this is where Wolfwood needs to hand Vash over despite all his inner conflict; but he values the orphanage, it's so important to him. Would the morally righteous thing to do be trying to fight alongside Vash out of this? Possibly. But the risk is too great; It's not the time to be a saint.

Both of their expressions here - Wolfwood stepping back then forward to try and push Vash out the way, or block the bullet, and Vash just slowly lowering his arms with that real haunted look.

Studio Orange once again knocking it out of the PARK with their facial expressions

[Purging the Vashwood from my system for just a moment] He really does just. Grab him around the waist huh. He doesn't try to spin Vash around to assess the damage, or immediately drag him away, but most importantly he doesn't shoot back. Not after Vash asked him to.

Why's this bitch not clean his table!!! The hell!!! Unsanitary. Or... Or someone was just there. Not sure what's worse at that point. It's also that the shape of that cross is also to accommodate children

[Tucking these screenshots into my purse for safekeeping] [Also CWing this section for a little bit of injury discussion] Most of the injuries here aren't necessarily the scars that Trimax and 98 Vash have, which makes me wonder if he's going to get more post-July. In any case, a lot of these look like failed/only partial skin grafts or wounds that required skin grafts but did not get it [Just trust me on that, don't look it up if you can't stomach gore].

I wonder if Vash can't receive skin grafts due to the sheer amount of scarring/can't receive any donated grafts due to differences in biology, or if he's just... not been able to get them healed. Some of it appears to be patched up with metal, but the rest of it.... Mm.

Anyway!

I think it's very telling that the thing that Roberto starts really speaking up on is challenging Conrad on his treatment of orphans and disadvantaged people. Roberto's a reporter, so of course he's going to have seen how powerful people often use the marginalized as their playthings; and Roberto does have a pretttty good moral code when it comes to it. Time and time again he's chosen to help Meryl instead of preserve his own life.

And now he's actively taking Meryl's side, challenging Conrad, sticking up for people, which. One of the first hints of Roberto that we got that wasn't him being so gruff was his defense of Vash (who was getting the shit beaten out of him) in the very first episode.

I've talked at length abt how children are. Kind of the most precious thing to most people on Gunsmoke/NML - so many of the individual stories revolve around parents and children, brothers, siblings, Wolfwood and Hopeland, Legato sparing all the children in that village in 98, Elendira leaving a gaggle of children alive to bury Livio in Trimax. I particularly remember a scene in Trimax volume 14, chapter 3, when the feathers are falling and a young girl has lost her mother, but these big rough and tough men guide her back. I think that's kind of the essence of what Roberto represents to me.

The average person on that planet is rough, traumatized, probably knows how to shoot, they kill each other, they rob, they steal. And yet when it comes down to a little girl crying in the crowd, they will guide her back to her mother. Noman's Land is made up of families; they hurt each other and they commit atrocities, but at the end of the day, that was someone's child, and people try to respect it.

Roberto has a bit of a stronger ethical streak, but he's really kinda hostile to Conrad in this scene (GET HIS ASS ROBERTO WOOO!!!) and I think when he saw children involved that really signaled part of it to him.

It's also that Roberto has developed as a character, being more open and trusting of Meryl, but I also just. The family thing gets me every time (I think it's because I work with children and am a huge advocate for said children, but. yaknow)

[Pointing at him] I love this guy!!! I miss him!!! I really really thought I was gonna hate him but every rewatch i get sadder that he's gone!!!!!

Also he calls out Conrad on being non-empathetic towards, well experimenting on children which is yeah!!! shit!!! Roberto shuts him down like 3 times!! "What matters is how you feel with these children in front of you" GET! HIS! ASS!

Roberto has progressed so so much, with his ability to actually insert himself into situations according to his opinions and ethics, with his relationship to Meryl becoming softer, and then he's just,,, Gone, soon.

On a lighter note, tf you mean Elendira's powers are equivalent to a supply door Conrad she can kill a man!!! I spose a supply door can also kill a man but like. I wonder if she's gonna get. Bigger nails. More powers in the future.

Also a nice parallel of how Roberto kept dragging Meryl back and flinging her away from danger, but now he's grabbed her and is carrying her with him - it feels different. He really really does care about her and it's so evident in these last couple of episodes.

Also Meryl is just pick up-able what can I say.

Roberto being shocked at his ability to deflect Elendira's nails just feels kinda cruel. Man's been spending the entire anime facing horrors beyond his comprehension and he just figured out he can fight against this one, but in the end she's the one who gets him.

Also I talked about Roberto being really standoffish when he realizes children are being harmed? Uh, that's probably what gets him killed. If he'd have shot Elendira here, there is a decent chance he would have lived; if he hadn't hesitated the several times he did, he wouldn't be so rattled. That's... Painful.

"That was close" I hate everyone here [/j]

Not an unpopular opinion, but I'm not a super fan of what they did to Elendira. I'm of the opinion of her character divorced from her Trimax counterpart is really really interesting, but I have to treat her like an entirely different character, so we'll be moving on with that in mind.

So Elendira's been like this for what, twenty years at least? That doesn't seem to line up with how Plants age - Vash and Knives take like 5 years to look like they're fifteen, and. I hope we all know that humans typically take 18-20 years to reach adulthood lmao.

My three theories on why she hasn't aged is that

A) Whichever Plant cells (Probably Tesla's) that they used on her is inhibiting her growth, disallowing her from progressing past a certain point. Perhaps if she ages more something... Bad will happen to her body. Sub-idea, if it is Tesla's cells, they might not be letting her age past the point Tesla was when she died. Which is a little horrific actually.

B) Conrad and/or Knives are the ones not allowing her to grow, for some reason. I don't really have any ideas of what.

But it seems to me that she is somewhat inverse to Wolfwood; she's been living for at least twenty years, trapped in the mind and body of a child. She speaks with the cadence and articulation of an adult most of the time, but her body's pain tolerance and her subsequent reactions are that of an undeveloped mind/body.

That or she just doesn't wanna go through puberty because she's already trans and just doesn't wanna deal with that shit (valid) but, yaknow. I am a very big supporter of "Let Studio Orange cook, they've done pretty good so far!" but Elendira and Razlo are the two I am. Most scared of seeing how they turn out lmao, and even with Razlo I do have some hopes. But Elendira,,, man. I dunno.

Hooo boy. Okay. I'm ready to talk about Roberto again now. I've been talking about how he recently seems to have softened his demeanor specifically towards Meryl, bringing out a lot of that joking tone, but here is particularly on display.

He tells Meryl that it's okay to run away sometimes and that really really. Got to me. Like he wants her to live. He wants her to do whatever she thinks is right, and he wants her to live, and he is going to do what he can in his dying moments to make that better for her.

I miss him :(

I also wonder if he had anything outside of his job. Friends? Family? A partner? Or was he mostly obliterated along with most of July, kept only in memory by his, now Meryl's, derringer?

Also Vash does Not know that Roberto is dead and if he asks about him post-rejoining the gang in season 2 I'll start screaming.

Oh Knives is here! Yippee!!

So uh. The thing with him saying this is, like a Lot of things Knives does/says in Tristamp, is rooted in truth to some degree.

Like uh. Yeah. That is kind of the basis for a Major part of Vash's personality, the guilt complex of Knives shifting the burden and (honestly projecting a lot of his own guilt probably) onto Vash. But to attribute All of Vash's character to just that is disservice, and horrible for Vash to hear.

The thing about Vash is that he tries. He tries so so hard to make things right, even despite the harm that comes to him and the grief and pain of how he lives his life. Even if it were just his guilt, that is still 150 or so years of healing plants, helping children, going from town to town to do what good he can.

Love, in that case, is not inherent, but created. It's hard to just unconditionally love something just because it's in your life, but if you work at it, dedicate yourself, put in the effort, do so much good, then is that not love in itself? Does it really matter the basis if you love, regardless?

Where it becomes a problem with Vash, is when he refuses to kind of,,, accept that he worked for it instead of just having that love inherent to him, because he's so desperate to hold that guilt complex, that "I'm a bad person" close to him

I dunno, I'm autistic, so maybe I have a strange reading of this because I personally have had to work towards the things I hold dear to me, but it's,,, definitely a facet of Vash, to me.

I Do Not Like This Photograph. In Trimax, it seems they took Tesla and Immediately began experimenting on her - Some arguments over ethics with Rem, yeah, but overall the dissenters were overruled. But why have this picture? Tesla is clearly not a baby in this image. Did she have more contact and interactions with the scientists?

The cruelty in Tesla's story, at least in my view, is that she never got to be a character. Her agency was stripped from her by scientists, by death, and then by Knives. We don't know shit about her - did she die cursing all of humanity? Would she have agreed with Knives, that the pain inflicted on her was an example of the great atrocity of humanity? Or would she have decided people can grow and change, that she just got a bad lot, that people are messy and complicated but ultimately capable of love? Did she see Rem, and wonder if she knew humanity better than Tesla did?

We just don't know - will never know - and that's why Knives using her as an excuse for his actions is particularly egregious. Did her death traumatize him and irreparably damage his trust of humans, sending him down a spiral he was too unlucky to fight his way out of? Yes. Does that make it justifiable to try and commit a genocide under her name, assuming she would have wanted that even if there's a possibility she didn't? ....Definitely not.

millions-dykes referred to Conrad as looking "DILFy" in this scene and if I have to suffer that, so do you. sorry

There's a couple of bits of language in that ending scene that I find particularly uh. Interesting (derogatory) (deeply interesting and analysis-worthy), but I'll be saving those for next episode so I'll pop them in there :]

Today was a hell of an essay! Thanks for reading as always, I'm so >:3 about all the fun comments and ideas ppl have added on.

[cinematicgf]

Million Dollar Man - 18+

Summary: after a long day and a particularly annoying new guard in the QZ you decide to destress Joel on the couch

Pairing: joel miller x f!reader

Warnings and notes: 18+, handjob, implied smut at the end, pet names (sweetheart, babygirl, honey), age gap (reader is abt 20 years younger than joel) not explicitly mentioned but hinted towards, no use of y/n, a bit of tension oooOOoOo

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A/N: omg ahhh this is a little scary but i’m new to posting my writing so i hope you enjoy this little drabble of joel smut<3 your feedback is always welcome so please like comment and reblog!

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One for the money

Two for the show

I love you, honey

I'm ready, I'm ready to go

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Joel swung the front door of your shared home open, taking off his plaid button up and throwing it with force onto the floor. It was lucky Tommy or Tess were out on a week-long rations hunt away from the QZ or else one of them would surely have burst in from their own apartments next to yours and started yelling up a storm at him.

Whilst you were supposed to be spending your day off relaxing with an old book you found on the couch, the sudden loud noise of the door slamming made you jump, as you spin your head to the front door to see a not so happy version of your man. Joel kicked his shoes off and made his way to the living room where you sat on the couch. He fell back heavily into the space next to you on the couch and sighed.

You were afraid to ask him what was wrong just because of how angry he seemed, perhaps it was a sore subject; but after a few seconds of silence, you mustered up the courage to utter a shy, "You ok?", in the softest voice you think either of you had heard from your own mouth. You looked at Joel, concern devouring your expressions as you gazed at his messy curls and heavy frown decorating his brow. You swore you could almost see the steam coming from his ears.

"I fucking can’t stand that new guard" Joel announced loudly, frustration laced in every word. New guard? What new guard, why didn’t you know about this? You take one day off and suddenly everything in the QZ goes south… go figure. You shake your head slowly, “New guard?” your voice still comes out timid. You know Joel would never yell at you, and his anger is not directed at you, but you want to make sure he wants to talk about it and not press him. "Yeah, this fucking FEDRA asshole big shot. We all got jobs around here to make the place safe, what the fuck is he so high and mighty for? Who does he think he is?"

You frowned slightly out of concern for him, “What did he say to you? Do you want to talk about it?” Joel shakes his head and brings one large hand to squeeze the bridge of his nose out of frustration, letting out a strained sigh. His demeanor shifts then, as he brings his arm up to the back of the couch and leans slightly on it to give you a tired smile, “How was your day off, babydoll?” Your heart jumps at the nickname and you automatically smile, turning your body slightly to face him and finally putting down your book, “Twas okayyy” you drawl, still looking at him with a slightly furrowed brow. He moves his hand to your knee, caressing it as you move in closer to him so he can drop his head into the crook of your shoulder. He whispers, “I’ll get over it, don’t worry about me, sugar.” The mixture of his whispered words of assurance, his large, muscular hand rubbing circles on your knee and his musk of whatever cologne he found whilst on a scavenge and his sweat all work together to flip your concern to arousal at a rapid pace.

"Come here" you say, sliding your hand around his neck as he snakes his own around your waist, pulling you in for a sweet, gentle kiss, despite his infuriating ordeal early in the day.

Your lips met repeatedly, as you find your legs wrapping around his strong thighs, then his waist, your lips never leaving each other's. You moan lightly, as the kiss gets more heated, and he uses that as an opportunity to sink his tongue into your mouth. There is a faint reminiscence of whiskey on his tongue, no doubt from trying to forget about his dreadful day.

You get an idea then, to make him forget about that asshole of a new guard. “Baby, turn around.” You remove your lips from his reluctantly and he looks into your eyes, questioningly. Once he spots a hint of cheeky and a whole lot of horny, he does as you say, moving himself around between your legs so his back is flat against your chest and yours is flat against the couch with your legs wrapped around his waist, keeping him in place. Joel falls backwards into you. His head falling into the crook of your neck as you moved your legs around him to make you and him more comfortable.

You rubbed your fingers through his hair in a gentle manner, Joel’s breathing slowed slightly, his brow unfurrowed as he finally relaxed for what seemed like the first time today.

"Let me take care of you", you whisper right into Joel’s ear. The older man tilts his head up and looks up at you. "Keep touching me baby,” Joel says softly, relaxing into your touch. Your hand moved from out of his hair, and you moved both your hands to lift up the bottom of his t-shirt, sliding them underneath and slowly rubbing up and down his chest. Your lips find his collarbone and suck gently.

A shaky breath came from Joel’s lips as he felt your hands run up and down his broad chest. You giggle while your lips are still stuck on his collarbone. “God almighty baby, you know how to take care of me. Keep doing that" Joel sighed, his relaxed tone laced with arousal, which sent a shockwave straight to your core.

Joel felt his jeans become tighter as he began to shift his hips trying to get any sort of friction that he could. You noticed, beginning to leave small bitemarks on Joel’s neck as you trailed your hands down to his belt, undoing it and pulling it off his jeans, discarding it on the floor.

Joel brought his own hands down to his jean buttons and undid them for you, lifting his hips slightly as he pulled them down to his ankles. With the tightness of his jeans now gone, the less restricted he felt. You glanced up from where your lips were meeting his neck to be met with how hard he was, straining against his boxers. You moaned slightly and he chuckled.

"For me?” You questioned, letting out a quiet laugh. He tilted his head back to look at you, a faint smile hinting at his lips, "Always,” he answered quietly, bringing his hand around the back of your head, gripping your hair as he pulled you into his lips. He was needy, all tongue and teeth, only turning you on more as you felt the familiar wetness of your panties. You moaned into his mouth as he slowly engulfed your hand with his, slipping your hand into his boxers.

You gently wrap your hand around his large cock as Joel exhales out a quiet moan, a small smirk on your lips as you felt Joel begin to slowly thrust his hips upward into your hand. You were always taken aback by his length, usually using two hands to pleasure him, but the one was just going to have to do. Not that he minded, by the way his eyes screwed shut and his breathing quickened slightly.

"Shh baby, let me take care of you" You repeated softly. Joel listened, ceasing his thrusting, and relaxing into you more if that was even possible. You used your thumb to spread the pre-cum around his tip, whilst the rest of your hand grasped his girth. “Oh fuckkkk,” he breathed out, opening his eyes and lifting his head to watch as your hand, glistening, rolled over his tip.

You then began to move your hand up and down at a slow steady pace, a groan falling from Joel's lips as he tipped his head backwards onto your shoulder, once more. "Does that feel nice, sweetheart?" You asked fine, older man "Yes- fuck. Don't stop, gorgeous girl. Keep going"

You sped up slightly then, beginning to move your hand up and down faster, groans and sighs of pleasure Joel’s mouth as you did so.

"Baby, do that thing again” You knew exactly what he meant, you moved your hand back up his girthy length before rolling your thumb around the tip again to collect his pre-cum. His moans in your ear make the wet patch on your panties grow larger with every sigh. You moved your hand closer to his tip and began to move your hand back and forth, driving Joel insane.

Joel’s sweet, throaty moans sounded like music to your ears, as he watched your hand grip his length and felt your lips on his neck, his head resting against yours as you pleasured him. What did an old man like him do to deserve you, his gorgeous girl. A layer of sweat covered Joel’s forehead and muscular arms, as he brought his giant hand around the backside of your head and gripped your hair, pulled you gently to his lips. "Shit-, Babygirl, I'm gonna- I'm gonna cum." You moaned his name, ‘cum for me baby.”

It didn't take much longer for Joel’s hips to buckle into your hand, but you didn't slow your movements; letting him ride out his high. Joel let out a series of moans and a string of profanities as he came into your hand, his chest rising up and down quickly as he came down from his high.

You took your hand out of his boxers and brought the hand to your mouth to seductively lick the white substance off. Joel rises off your shoulder and chest slightly to watch, mesmerized as he sees his salty seed slip down your throat. “Fuckkk baby, you're going to be the death of me,” he chuckles, shaking his head. You grin at him, puckering your lips to throw him a kiss. He lunges at you, chuckling, crashing his lips into yours, and tasting himself on your tongue. Its sweet and wet and reminds you of why this is the million dollar man you have chosen to be with. Despite all the chaos and destruction in the world as you know it, finding him was worth more than you could put into words.

"You did so well for me, honey." You laugh in between kisses, smiling as tongue and teeth meet, whilst he is on top of you, one hand in your hair, the other caressing your cheek.

"Now it’s your turn sweetheart,” he says in a gravelly voice, full of arousal as you move his hand down your breast and stomach to palm at you through your shorts, your arousal still very much present on your panties. You may have been in control for a hot minute but hell, if the tables aren’t about to turn.

You both know, it is about to be a long wondrous, night in each other's arms, once again.

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hey again!! I really hope you enjoyed my first drabble of joel smut. feedback is always welcome and requests are open<3

[justablah56]

Dndads?

DNDADS !!!! I'm assuming you're asking me like . what it is n shit . if not . my b . bcs I am about to give you as big of an infodump as I can without spoiling anything lmao .

anyways hello my dear follower , my beloved dungeons and daddies (not a bdsm podcast) is my favorite thing ever <3 it's usually very loosely a dnd podcast , season three tho switches into the call of cthulhu system .

season one is 69 (nice) episodes about four normal world dads and their sons who all get sucked into faerun , a dnd world basically , through a portal while trying to go to their kids soccer game lmao . they end up losing their kids and basically the whole season is them trying to find their kids and then trying to find a way back home with tons of little side quests and detours that they take along the way . most of it is super comedic and lighthearted and it's also just fucking insane sometimes but it also has a lot of super compelling emotional moments and iughencmd it's so good oh my god .

season two is a continuation of the world created in season one , but now the players are playing as the teenaged grandchildren of their original dad characters , and it's heavily influenced by season one so you can't really listen to it on its own . season two is 50 smthin episodes of these teens basically trying to clean up the world after the things that their parents (aka , the kids from season one , aka , the kiddads) and their grandparents did between seasons to try and fix things and kinda ended up making everything worse cbnsndnsnd and it kinda starts off with the kiddads all going missing and suddenly these teenagers are supposed to be in charge of everything the kiddads were originally doing to fix everything . season two is I think a bit less comedic than season 1 , but it does have like . twice as many of those absolutely fucking insane moments lmao , and it does still have a lot of cool emotional moments and ougjfj it's all so good .

a lot of what I post abt usually has to do with this sort of untold season that happened between seasons with the kiddads . a lot of people are very attached to the kiddads , and to me a lot of it is bcs these are the characters we've known for the longest and we've seen them as kids and we see how the events of the first seasons shaped them into the adults they are in season two and man . it's just so cool . season two gives us a lot of small hints to stuff that happened between seasons , and we get a few flashbacks , but there's a lot of stuff that we don't know , and there's so much speculation abt how things happened and it's a very fun sandbox to play in chwndnsnmxx anyways .

season three started just a bit ago , there's 3 episodes so far . they switched who was the dm and so it's a new universe with no relation to the first two seasons , and could pretty easily be listened to on its own . season three is set at some point in the 1950s , and the four characters don't really have like . a solid thing they can all be described as . there's like . a teacher and a weird wife and a car salesman and a teenager . they're great . but it's these four characters who are all in a bowling league together and they're kinda figuring out that hey weird stuff is happening around here and there's monsters and just a ton of stuff and so far it is absolutely hilarious , I love it dearly <3 every character is just . fucking insane . and the dynamic is great , it's just awesome and I personally am having a blast with it so far

ok anyways . thats dndads lmao . if theres anything more specific you want to know literally pleaaaaase ask me and I will be soooooo excited to tell you cndnmxmdmd I'm completely and utterly obsessed with this podcast , I've listened to it . so many times . I will talk about it any chance I get , it's just great . I love it . and that's not even to mention the wonderful community here on Tumblr !!!! it's a relatively small fandom , so for the most part everyone at least recognizes everyone else , and everyone is just so awesome , ive made so many friends through this fandom , its great

[sat0sugu-angst]

Katsuki & Kinks pt. 1 Praise

a/n: I'll be uploading drabbles/headcanons Monday's during the month of October 😈 You can check the masterlist for what kinks i have planned, but if there's one you wanna see that isn't included feel free to send a request :)

If you'd like to be tagged, lmk! I'd be happy to add you to the taglist (you must be over the age of 18 and have your age accessible in your bio)

Minors DNI

cw: gn!reader, praise kink, body worship, make up sex, hints at overstim, kats is #1 hero bc I said so

Katsuki has a praise kink and no one will convince me otherwise (though does anyone disagree?)

Not so secretly likes it when people call him number one hero (he's so smug abt it too 🙄), but he especially loves it when you call him that. Once you called him number one in bed, just because you were curious if it would turn him on, and he swears he's never come so much or so hard.

We all know Kats loves when you ogle his body or call him pretty or handsome. Even if he denies it, he can't avoid the way his cock twitches when you do 😏

Is also excited when you compliment his combat style. Everyone always talks about how gifted he is, but he doesn't care about what some extras say about him. If you're the one saying it, though, he's ecstatic.

He's so unused to being complimented or given credit for anything other than his combat skills, so honestly any genuine and thoughtful comment lives rent free in his head even if he never shows it (he's shy)

Loves to compliment you when yall are fucking and honestly during sex is when he compliments you the most

He just wants you to know how good you're being

But fr tho it's bordering on worship, the way he plants kisses into your skin as he tells you how good you are for him.

Wants you to know how much you turn him on, how good you feel

Loves sex after fights for this reason because he can praise you heavily, his way of apologizing if he fucked up (just wait until he thinks you're the one who fucked up)

He's not so great with words, and even worse with apologies, but he'll do his damnest to show you he's sorry by telling you how amazing you are and pulling orgasm after orgasm out of you until you can't even remember why you were mad at him.

an: Thanks so much for reading pt. 1! Comments/rbs/❤️ are always appreciated 🥰

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[glamourgirl777]

What Dating The Courtiers Would Be Like ☆

(This is my personal opinion) (also feel free to send any requests abt the courtiers or the main 6)

Volta

My baby volta is new to all this so your gonna have to communicate your feelings HEAVILY.

Volta is very clingy so expect to have her attached to your hip 24/7.

Unless there's food somewhere else you ain't getting rid of her.

Vlastomil

If you so happen to find yourself dating this wormy man I would think that it could be very hard to capture his attention unless your talking about worms or palace gossip.

If you want something from him or want to talk to him dropping him subtle hints won't work at all. You'll have to tell him upfront.

Though I don't think his lack of interest in your day to day life comes from a place of malice.

it's just he's so consumed in his wormy activities that everything else goes over his head. To make the relationship work you'll both need to communicate HEAVILYYYYYYYYYY.

Vulgora

Vulgora would be really REALLY protective (maybe bordering on toxic....)

I feel like they would either be extremely affectionate with you anywhere and everywhere or be extremely reserved with their affections until behind closed doors.

Though since you captured the pontifex's attention you must be one hell of a fighter which makes them hold you in the highest regard.🤭

Vlademar

When you two first started pursuing eachother seriously I think that vlademar would love to give you very subtle acts of affection in public just to watch you squirm and get flustered.

Be prepared to have them DOTE on your health.

I also think that instead of "traditional" gifts vlademar would most likely give you cute but very morbid poems about their love for you.

Valerius

Despite how little I know about his character I just know that this man would be A MASSIVE tsundere.

He wouldn't be open with his affections until atleast a year into dating you but he would make sure that you know he loves you. (That one doesn't make sense but yk valerius doesn't make any sense either)

Also be prepared for alot of extremely drunk confessions that he will heavily regret in the morning.

[bitwynn]

Cast away by the world with you

A SAGAU Impostor AU Songfic.

Song used: Castaways from The Backyardigans

This song has been stuck in my head for the past three days and I've just been brainrotting abt this song and my current main team-- which honestly is just a team composed of my favorite characters and has no synergy with each other in fights WHATSOEVER but fuck meta, lemme wander the world as my faves AHAHA

I might add on to this and turn it into a series, as it hints at past events. Hm... a songfic sagau series... fun concept isnt it?

Blue for Barbara, Yellow/Gold for Zhongli, Green for Wanderer, red for Diluc, Italics is Reader/General, Combined is Everyone. Colors only used for singing parts.

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After the disaster that was earlier-- AKA risking Heizou's vision and life by holing up in his home and detective agency, Raiden ordering daily raids on any and every building, practically leaving Heizou to the wolves as you and the team ran for your lives out of Inazuma City, finding out the hard way that Raiden had once again disabled Teleport Waypoints (you still felt embarrassed by the full chested "WHAT THE FUCK" that alerted every single treasure hoarder, fatui agent, and nobushi in the area), booking it the second Diluc let out his burst which while eliminated everyone in the surrounding area ALERTED EVERYONE ELSE TO WHERE YOU ALL WERE, panic screaming directions and profanities the entire time you were hauled over Zhongli's shoulder with Wanderer dealing with enemies in the rear and Diluc and Barbara vaporizing everyone at the front, barely making it to Amakane Island and completely missing the Electroculus you needed for 5 minutes thanks to sheer panic, and finally FINALLY being able to access the Waverider Wavepoint and pointedly ignoring Wanderer's panicky jabs at your eyesight the entire time-- you and the gang were exhausted.

Last night was spent by everyone catching their breath and you sailing your tiny Waverider the entire time. Though everyone did have their own different definitions of "catching their breaths" as Wanderer just panic-snarked at you the entire time and Diluc looked like he was heavily considering his personal policy on drinking alcohol because of it. Good times.

You had sailed for days, deftly avoiding the large main islands of Inazuma and raiding hilichurl sea camps for food and materials. The memory of Wanderer laughing his ass off at everyone looking like "drowned rats" because they had to swim to the camps, and getting promptly shut up by Barbara using her Vision to drench him was something you'd never want to forget.

And now, you had finally reached it. A safe little island far and away from the main five islands of Inazuma, and relatively close to the abandoned and forgotten Tsurumi Island. You had plans to maybe try and stay there, considering the fact that its a ghost island at this point. Wanderer and Zhongli had even theorized that the Waypoints there might work, with the mystery and magic that practically oozes from the place. And if not, they could maybe try to use the vast underground systems and ancient knowledge there. Apparently Zhongli still remembered the hours of agony you spent there as him, trying to complete its many lore filled quests,

But now wasn't the time for scheming and planning your next moves. Not the time for wondering what to do and how to stay alive. Not for risking life and limb for merely just existing. Now was the time to simply just rest. To rest and lick your wounds, to recover energy spent and the blood and sweat spilled. To have your deepest thought to be that of what to eat for dinner.

Right now, Barbara was tending to the Wanderer's wounds as Zhongli continued to tend to his bamboo shoot soup that he'd been simmering all day. Diluc had been talking to Zhongli about Venti, and Barbara had gone red with embarrassment when she admitted how she and the other nuns had treated him. Which prompted Wanderer to tease her to hell and back for it saying, "the most devout of them all didn't even realize he was her god?! AHAHAHA, you even have a giant and ACCURATE replica of him outside your church! And you never thought to put the dots together? AHAHAHAHA--"

It was nice.

With the moon high in the sky and bellies full of warm and excruciatingly slow cooked bamboo shoot soup, your tiny little camp fell into a comfortable silence. There was nothing but the breeze, the gentle rustling of the leaves, the crackling of your small fire, and the lapping of the ocean waves.

This too, was nice.

You pull out your lyre and began to strum a simple little tune. Everyone's gaze turns to you as you take a few moments to get it right. You feel yourself begin to sway to the song as your mind fills in the silence of the missing instruments, and you get lost in the beat.

"Castaways, we are castaways,"

You feel yourself break into a smile as you start shimmying to the beat.

"Ahoy there, ahoy, we are castaways."

Barbara giggles and she begins to clap. Wanderer snorts in fond amusement as everyone listens.

You hand the lyre over to Diluc as you stand. Everyones eyes are on you, rapt with attention as Barbara keeps clapping and Diluc quickly finds the melody. You climb atop your tiny boat stage as the next words leave your lips.

"We're stuck where we are, with no house, no car.

Castaways, ahoy, we are castaways."

"We were out at sea, on a sailing ship,"

You sway and move your arms, almost but not exactly dancing, as you gesture out the lyrics. You quickly wet your hands and with a little splash at your little audience, you keep on singing.

"The rain began to rain, and the wind began to whip-- oh hey--!"

You laugh as Wanderer indeed made the wind start to whip. "Thats for getting me in the eyes." The smile is evident in his voice. You chuckle at him as you dramatically lean against the boat, continuing with your song.

You finally jump off your makeshift stage to join the others on the soft beach sand, dancing your one-man salsa to the strumming of the lyre and the clapping of the beat. Though you certainly aren't dancing alone.

"We felt the ship tip, it was going down.

So we launched our lifeboat, so we wouldn't drown!"

"Castaways, we are castaways,"

Your face brightens into a wide smile, as Barbara joins into the song. You pull her to her feet with a laugh, your lone salsa not so lonely anymore. Everyone sways and claps to the beat, as you keep singing.

"Ahoy there, ahoy, we are castaways!"

You let go of her hands, letting her copy your movements and preparing for the last few parts of the song.

"On an island at sea,"

Though her singing of the lyrics were a little rushed from the sudden lyric change, you still appreciate it, giving her a smile. You abruptly stop moving, a cheeky little smile on your face.

"Just--"

You quickly point to Barbara standing beside you. She startles with a squeak but quickly understands, once she sees your cheeky face.

"Me,"

You point down the line, the chorus of their voices filling the sea air. Little smiles appear on their faces as it goes down.

"Me,"

"Me,"

Your finger lands on Wanderer, smiles on both your faces. You keep pointing as he stays silent. He raises an eyebrow. "Seriously?" "Yeah, song won't end til you say it." He stays silent for a moment longer, before finally letting you win.

"...Me,"

You burst into smile, pointing your thumb at yourself as you finally finish the song.

"--and me!"

"Castaways, ahoy, we are castaways.!"

With a smile and a flourish, you bow as everyone erupts into cheer and applause. "Thank you, thank you, I'll be here all night!" Diluc hands you back your lyre. "That was a nice song. I really liked it." Your smile turns sheepish as you poof it back into your inventory. "Oh, its nothing-- the vibes, they were just-- y'know?"

As he settles back down onto his log, he says "Still, it was nice." You sit back down on your own log, throwing in a couple twigs to the fire Diluc restarted.

A soft smile graces your face as you poke at the few sticks that made up the fire. "Thanks, you guys. For uhm. Joining in."

You pull your knees to your chest to hide your quickly heating face. "I... really appreciated it..."

Barbara puts a reassuring hand on your shoulder. "Oh, no worries! I had fun!" "I have to agree," Zhongli says with a pleased little hum. "It was quite a pleasant way to spend the time." "It's not the best music I've ever heard but it was certainly better than just sitting here and twiddling our thumbs."

"Oh my gosh," you gasp, dramatically turning your head to him. "did I just get a compliment from THE Wanderer himself?! For real?!?!?" "Ah!-- Tsk." He turns away, adjusting the brim of his hat. "I just tell it as it is, got a problem with that?" "Awh, my little emotionally constipated boy!"

You immediately smother him in a hug, practically pouncing from your seat as you had perfectly anticipated the fact he'd run. "H-Hey! Put me down!" He's like an angry little cat in your arms as he hisses and scratches at you to put him down. "Oh, don't you worry Wanderer, we love and appreciate you too-- AHHHH--"

You started screaming as he ascended into the air, carrying you along with him. And that was how the rest of the evening went-- just a strange group of misfits messing around on a tiny deserted island. The sounds of your mirth heard only by nothing but the breeze, the gentle rustling of the leaves, the crackling of your small fire, and the lapping of the ocean waves. Maybe far into the future, an echoing conch would sing an otherworldly tune by a voice not of this plane.

And maybe, for just these few moments, you can pretend that your little ragtag group is just that-- a ragtag group of friends enjoying a wonderful night on the beach.

For but a few moments, Barbara Pegg-- once deaconess and endlessly devout, now the "brainwashed betrayer"-- is just Barbara, a girl who loves to sing.

Zhongli-- once god, once funeral consultant, once god once again, now "the one who falls endlessly from grace"-- is just Zhongli, an aged man who makes a mean soup despite it taking hours to simmer.

Diluc Ragnvindr-- once the "Uncrowned King of Mondstadt" and master of its wine industry, now the "new Lawrences - the tyrant aristocrat"-- is just Diluc, a stoic and handsome young man whose hands are deft with the lyre.

The Wanderer-- once God-Puppet, once Balladeer, once struck from the annals of history itself, now the "nameless wind fiend"-- is just that, a Wanderer roaming the world with his fellows.

And you-- once person, once player, now "divine deceiver"-- is yourself once again, laughing and singing along with friends.

And even if this beautiful little lie lasted for but a few moments...

It was nice.

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damn, its been a while since ive written something semi-seriously. hope that my time off hasnt degraded the quality of my writing too much. if it has then eh-- i can just sharpen them again by writing some more :))

life hit me h a r d boi. also time management. yeah. rlly need to fix that.

hope you enjoy :)))

[imperial-nuisance-rudje]

giant vent about how people are talking about dt you've been warned

"i don't like the focus on wuk lamat" good for you! she's a leader and will likely be shelved before the end of 7.x! i still cannot escape the scions after they fucking disbanded despite being on a new continent, so you don't get to whine abt this if you're also going to crawl up my ass every time i say the scions never fucking off made ew worse and impaired my ability to give a fuck about shb! ew had two non-twins characters i deeply cared about at all going in, and it killed off both!

i am so. fucking. tired. of most of the scions. the one scion i did not think needed a break due to overexposure got a proper break (it was a funny break so i didn't mind at all and it keeps him from getting overexposed too, but it's notable that he was the only one besides the twins I wasn't ready to see the back of by the end of 6.55), and the one i most needed to not fucking see for at least one major patch got a fully voiced cutscene focusing entirely on him and the wol. the scions are part of the weakest part of this expac, which is the fear to let new shit stand on its own.

like, even the twins have been around long enough that they could stand a long-term break, which would even give an excuse for them to elongthen them.

maybe if they actually give them proper arcs or ever let the writing acknowledge that g'raha is a fucking asshole (and still is in dt bc jesus fucking christ that is not a question you ask the fucking wol and he should fucking know that, he had to have at least read about the bloody banquet, the waking sands attack by livia, the entry of azys lla, or the raid on the vault at minimum, even my uncanonical levels of cold bastard main had people he cared about die at those events it is ABSURD what the writing lets the cat get away with saying without even a "dude what the fuck" option) i might accept them having major screentime again, but until then they can piss off and we can have more newbies or heavily underserved oldbies

like. to go back to the first point. think about how often characters show up after they become leaders. Lyse and Aymeric both almost completely vanish after their respective x.3 (hell, lyse vanishes before then). wuk lamat has been chained to tural, even with the doubleking situation she's going to be wanted at home--aymeric isn't sole leader either, remember, and lyse isn't even the one in charge of the entire nation and she's still heavily restricted. dealing with her for not even a full patch cycle is not going to kill you any more than me having to see g'raha and emet constantly trotted out as my wol's narrator-enforced besties killed me. she showed up in the second half for the same reason aymeric, raubahn, and lyse show up after they are removed from focus: because there's a FUCKING WAR involving HER COUNTRY.

they aren't even setting her up as the major focus for the patches! they set her up for a fucking GOODBYE. erenville has gotten more teasing hints at having long-term focus! you weirdos!

i would be less annoyed about this if some of these same people hadn't crawled up my ass over not liking the scions focus of shb and ew. yeah, trial of a silent protag is we need people to talk for us! sometimes that means we get stuck with people we don't like! but at least yours WILL GO AWAY. the characters i actively dislike are hanging around like a pre-antibiotics tuberculosis infection and it only makes me like them less because i'm not allowed to ever express dislike of them even when they're being shitty or i should generally be allowed to express distaste, while at the same time characters i liked don't even get neutral options, it's all two mostly-identical ways of saying "boo i hate your pussy".

idk. i feel like people are only noticing flaws that have been there since the beginning bc we have fun spunky girl and her tragic foil who is also a girl in front instead of the scions and a moody guy, assuming they're making their case in good faith at all (which many are very obviously not, since they're somehow unable to perceive character development that is incredibly obvious).

insert meme about the illusion of choice leading to two more years of stb discourse for some reason

(it is. incredibly frustrating. to have actual complaints. like the return of world-ending threat stakes, the hamhanded way callbacks were done, and the reluctance to actually grapple with the implications of [finalzone]. and then see absolutely nobody else having them bc anyone willing to talk just wants to bash wuk lamat and sphene.)

just. god. if you don't see your wol as an auron, fine, but don't pretend they were less vital to how this expac played out than any other expac, or that they were sidelined compared to elsewhen. the wol is a vital pillar for how wuk lamat turns out over the expac and wuk lamat taking the spotlight in a few scenes doesn't negate that the wol is still at worst the second-most important person in the room. and given the cultural context of the new zones? the writing would have been WAY WORSE if they were the one doing everything.

or like. just the general expectation i've seen repeatedly that something doing setup will pay the same emotional dividends as something using that setup as a launch point. which, you can crit it as-is just fine god knows i'm willing to bitch about stuff that's probably getting more focus in the future, but if you're going into something where the constant refrain from devs and ads and even the game itself going in was "beach vacation (gone wrong)" and "please temper expectations" and expecting it to blow your mind uhhhhh i don't think it's the writer's fault? they were upfront that this was not going to be huge in terms of like... massive recontextualization and targeted emotional blows like shb was.

i really do think a lot of the hate of dt (rather than dislike) is just. bigotry. there is nothing major done poorly here that the rest of the game hasn't handled poorly and usually worse before (if you try to tell me the ff9 stuff was done worse than the nonsense ff4 shit in ew i will slap you, as someone who has gone in with about the same level of familiarity with both and zero nostalgia for either). the one exception i can think of is, like, Erenville's name and the aforementioned turning a blind eye to the deeper implications of [finalzone], and nobody bitching about dt as a whole mentions those as reasons to hate the entire expac. it's all wuk lamat and the wol not being in the spotlight!

[logicroute]

hades fun ramble abt how the yttd fandom treats shin tsukimi :)

haiiii so if you know me you know that i have one billion illness about some guy named shin tsukimi from yttd! and i have some issues on how the fandom writes him, this is coming from someone who has health issues so im going to be somewhat projecting but! hopefully not that much. all of it is going to be under cut!

this is going to cover a lot of spoilers.. so i wouldnt click it unless you finished the game. its also going to cover topics like ableism and a mention of toxic relationships but thats expected when you want to talk about shin and the fandom

so in game (epsically in your turn to shine) its heavily hinted that shin is someone who has health issues (chronic illness and the works), even in the base game it is shown that shin is physically weak (chapt one in the bar where he tries to open the drawer for example.).

and how the fandom made that into shin being a weak person, but not in a strength sense, in the sense that he cant protect/cant hold his own (looking at you shin ship writers.). but! thats just the only issue right? (this is also ableism to me in a way.. but i cant put my words right at the moment.)

nope!! theres more. the fandom at times made shin out to be a 'dirty' person, someone who is gross and unclean. even if that's far from canon (there being a line that shins hands are clean in game.) and to me, thats just stereotypes of people who are mentally ill coming into play. saying that people who suffer from mental illness cant treat themselves on their own. which in some cases may be true, but not in all of them.

i also think this ties into shin being a person who was in game he is saving money, he is a job hopper which some fans took as he is poor which mean hes dirty.. which is just gross that people think just because a person may be poor, automatically means they're dirty.

theres also the issue with shadow sou (also know as shadsou in the fandom) where (some) people treat it as not a part of shin, it just being a part of midori. shin didnt bring out the hiyori persona out of nowhere, it wouldnt make sense that shin is some 'soft boy'.

fans tend to forget that shin isnt the best person, even in a few pregame thoughts. he can still be an asshole without being told about the 0.0% thing. you can let him be petty, you can let him be sly, you can let him be mean. he doesnt need to be doomed to do any of that.

its the same with the shinai, we only really saw small bits of the shinai.. and guessing from his dialog, he is still close to hiyori and that can affect how he acts, but that doesnt mean a pre game shin acts just like shinai, his an ai for a reason, he learns over time and picks up his own traits. its similar to how the fandom treats highschool shin and his friendship with hiyori and thats a whole another can of worms.

people who say they dont ship hiyori and shin.. and then say they dated in the past are an issue to me. not every toxic friendship has to be romantic, yes hiyori wanted to study shin, but thats because he wanted to see how much he can push a person. even the shinai says he likes to experiment on people, and hiyori most likely did the same with shin but more in a mental sense.

theres a reason why i dont interact with people who tag stuff with their ship tag, i dont trust them to take them in a way thats just them being 'friends'. and if you see it like that or make it out so hiyori isnt that bad of a person... block me i dont want you guys near me. (this goes with those 'midori isnt a bad person!!' au writers to. get out.)

on the topic of shipping, a handful of people who ship shin with people srsly make him out to be someone whos weak and needs to be protected by whoever the pairing is with. you guys just want your yaoi. i see this the most in keishin / alishin circles. shin doesnt need to be 'saved' or whatever, he just needs to heal on his own time, he doesnt need a romantic partner in his life for that.

thats a good part of my thoughts! if you have any questions on my thoughts on shin you can send me an ask here or shoot me a dm on discord :3 (samuraiyaiba)

[adventurousblur]

I have many s.onamy thoughts,,,,,,,, particularly spoke abt w/ @badnikbreaker [ sorry for the tag but maybe you'd like to see some of this- ]. im very much in a spot where I hate their portrayal by the fandom most of the time- because people either shove them into stereotypes or go against BOTH of their core personalities.

I genuinely think both are at fault and not at the same time for how they've acted in canon towards each other and how they are now. they're both kids / teens in many of the games we see them bickering / talking in; adventure, heroes, black knight [ the end scene. . . sighs heavily ].

we do see sonic constantly running away from any of his feelings, not just romantic. he's not an emotional person- the most recent we've seen him " cry " in ANY media wasn't even crying... it was just him very briefly wiping his cheek [ prime s3, the first episode that was free on YT. it doesn't count as a spoiler since it's been out for bit at this point, right? ]. this isn't including the archie comics since sega has pointedly decided to ignore them. . . yet my point still stands. it doesn't excuse him not being honest or forward with how he feels towards amy though.

at the same time. . . amy is always portrayed to be very in tune with her and other people's emotions; I wouldn't call her sensitive, but she's not purposely pushing her feelings aside. at the same time, there are hints of her having a slight anger issue with the amount of times she's chased sonic around with her hammer! and to be quite honest, it doesn't help her trying to win over his feelings at all- especially as teenagers. but we've also seen her acting sweet towards sonic in media such as X [ from what I remember. . . ] and sonic even reciprocating in those moments.

I very much think people forget sonic and amy are kids / teenagers for so many of these moments. . . they're still LEARNING how to love [ or in sonic's case, how to healthily express his emotions / learn it's okay to NOT be okay sometimes ]. amy, likewise, is still learning how to fine tune her feelings. it's also why in frontiers, their dynamic changes! no more is sonic deliberately ignoring her feelings- and in turn, no more is amy trying to force him into a relationship.

and. . . to be quite honest, this doesn't even get into my opinion on whether or not they'd even work out in the end LMAO. but I think people need to know the blame doesn't fall on just one person- or if there's even any fingers to point in the first place. it's entirely possible sonic just. . . isn't into amy in the end. and that's not necessarily his fault. you can't force these kinds of feelings.

so the tldr is uhhhhhh opal needs to stop thinking so much and go work on his assignments-

[toki-toro]

questions abt the man himself because i amn not jormal :3 ( sorry if the wording on any of these r strange!! >_< )

1. how was his relationship with mrs. afton, if she ever existed? how did they meet? did she ever find out that he was an absolutely horrible person? did their relationship go downhill? stuff like that :33c

2. did he ever have a favorite child? if so, how did he react when they died (if dave/lizzy)? did he treat his other kids differently after that? oh, and w the bite of 83; did william start to dislike michael???

3. how did william come up with the idea to start a pizzeria? esp with mascots! was it his idea or henry’s (if they were working together at that time)? what made him choose to be a rabbit?? :-)

4. why did he start killing people??? like; this is a REALLY interesting question for different interpretations!! if you think that charlie was the first, why would he do that? esp when that’s his business partner’s daughter

5. trying to squeeze one more question out of my brain; how was his life growing up? did he have a good family? was he a quiet child? was he rebellious? was he raised in the uk? and if so, whyd he move 2 utah??

feel free to pick and choose whatever u want 2 answer!!!! hes a super interesting character 2 me and i understand what it’s like to have silly ourple guy brainrot (i heavily relate…. .) have a gr8 day!!!! ^_^

WOAH TY for the many questions

1.) I’m gonna be so fr I have only thought about his wife for a total of 0.2 seconds (do people still hc Ballora as having her soul erm). Anywho ummmmm I imagine she’s completely out of the picture when it comes to her family; there’s been barely any mentions or references to her in any of the games anyways. Given William’s track record, I wouldn’t have a hint of surprise if he off’d her at some point and went ‘oopsie sorry kiddos your mom died, guess im a single father now’.

Or maybe they got into a messy divorce (she might’ve found out about some really weird shit behind the scenes regarding her husband) and the kids see her or him on the weekends. Most likely the latter theory☝️

2.) Oh absolutely Elizabeth was the favourite child. He actually gave enough of a darn to warn her about Baby and drag her away from the animatronic whenever he could (he didn’t want another bite of 83 incident but you saw how that went). Dave/Evan is runner up, and Michael is dead last. Idk why, I just think that’s funny. It’s probably canon too. Despite William’s favouritism ,Michael still has some respect for his dad (judging by his speech in sister location) and I think that’s sweet. I don’t think William reciprocates those feelings

(Not answering 3 idk anything about Henry sorry lol. I need to refresh myself on the lore sometime)

Mashing 4 and 5 togetherr

Taking inspiration from irl serial killers, I would imagine William has always had a fascination with anatomy, mortality and animals. And thus he experimented with all three of those factors during his childhood. It’s very, VERY common for serial killers to explore their initial curiosities with small animals before ramping up to people. And with William building several animal themed robots and even cosplaying as one of them for funzies, the animal theory makes sense to me I think

(Okay I had like three paragraphs here talking about rabbits but I’m cutting it short. He especially likes rabbits because they’re silly and he relates to that)

And with how he was raised by his parents, William was most likely emotionally neglected when he needed it most. Might’ve had some weird anxiety disorders that made it hard for him to get the attention he desired from others that his family wasn’t providing. But the anxiety stuff got suppressed when he got older

His first kill could’ve been a shrimple accident, maybe taking out his bottled up emotions he had since childhood on some rando kid yknow. Maybe he grabbed the kid’s arm a little too hard and made it snap, maybe he didn’t mean to grab their face so tight to shut them up that he ended up asphyxiating them. Maybe woah the knife slipped out of his hand and into someone what woahhh how did that happened , William you klutz. Lots of different possibilities. And then he just spiralled. I think Charlie would be William’s first kill that was involved directly with Fazbear. There’s no way he went 30-40 years without killing at least one person prior to Fazbear, come on now let’s not get ridiculous

Oh and he probably moved to America bc that’s where animatronic attractions were really popping off at the time. I think. I’m literally just guessing that fact , but all the restaurant chains w animatronics I know were from North America so 💥🦅💥🦅💥💥🦅🦅💥🦅🦅

[beheadedhoward]

HIHIHI THIS IS MY INTRO POST THING FOR MY PINNED!! :3 ITS NOT VERY WELL PUT TOGETHER BUT I'LL FIX IT EVENTUALLY I SWEARRRR

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DNI

mainly just basic dni criteria (racist, lgbtqphobic, ableist, etc)

radinclus and radexclus, terf, antineoprns/antixenogender, zionist

nsfw accounts and proshippers

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ABOUT ME :3

my name is robbie or kenz/kenzie, idrc what im called but those are like always good kinda names for me yk

he/ghost and really any neoprns, dont use it/its for me unless we're close pls

im NOT used to tumblr yet ive barely used it until a few days ago but ive had it for a while, im one of those twitter refugees from that one time. so that might explain some stuff yk

this is not my main i made this just for six and other musicals maybe. my main is @/feelterribleinc

I am autistic, bpd, bipolar, anxiety and cptsd

im a trans guy (and prob bigender with that but like mostly a guy) and bi, also aroacespec

I AM A MINOR!!!

i am always way too scared to message first so if you ever want to become friends or talk to me you have to do it first I will not ever get the hint!!!

i am cringe but i am free or whatever o7

i experience delusions often! i am delusional! a lot of the time its harmful things but i won't talk about those often! less harmful delusions of mine are genuinely believing i am someone else/a character i like

im an artist and a kind of writer!! all my art is on my main rn, but keep in mind most of the art there rn is old

im very very very passionate about my interests be warned ...

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WHAT I LIKE:0c

this will be a list of my main interests, and some music i like and some musicals ive seen

main interests:

Six (obv)

^ because of this, the tudor family and royals in general !

Monster High

Scott Pilgrim

Coraline

MLP

TADC

SpongeBob (more so the musical than the show, but both either way)

Into The Woods

Musicals I like/have seen:

Six

SpongeBob

Legally Blonde

Addams Family

West Side Story (havent seen the newer one tho)

Matilda

High School Musical

Dear Evan Hansen

Into The Woods

Hamilton (I saw it live on broadway in May!!!)

this list will be updated as i watch more so. yaur !

Music:

The Front Bottoms

Pierce The Veil

Penelope Scott

System Of a Down

Korn

Mommy Long Legs

My Chemical Romance

Sublime

and a LOT more.

after here isnt as important BUT i would like it to be read if you so desire

if youre not reading on, thank you for reading byee:3

more info regarding the fandoms im in

i am VERY passionate abt my fav ships and such (i'll list my main ones that will be posted abt at the bottom of this section)

i headcanon my favs very heavily, and it will show when I draw them or write about them

this blog is mainly for six the musical but im deffo gonna use it for other stuff, MOSTLY musicals but whatever I post is what I post. my main is more insanity about everything I like tho

my main ships: araleyn, clevemour, parrward, plankaren, patbob

(also: not at the same time as the other six ships but parrleyn, katanna, parrmour, aramour)

if you read to here thanks! and bye!! if you have questions then uh yeah do your thing

THANK YOU GOODBYE XO BABYS

[cresctsukiko]

A fanfic I wrote while having a mental breakdown, I don't know if it makes sense at all, I've decided to dump it here and forget abt it💗

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As Alhaitham stepped out of his home, an unsettling feeling gnawed at his heart, enveloping him like a heavy cloak of worry. It wasn't anything out of the ordinary for him to feel concerned at times and rush back home as soon as his duties were done, but this day was different; a sense of unease nagged at him, urging him to stay put, to ignore the call of the Akademiya. He was, after all, the esteemed scribe, highly respected and depended upon by many. However, that very fact also weighed heavily on him, making it harder to heed his gut feeling. Yet, he couldn't shake off the persistent doubt that whispered in his soul, hinting at lurking dangers he couldn't quite put a finger on.

The bustling city of Sumeru was grappling with a crisis of massive proportions, far beyond the usual skirmishes with eremites. A shadow of impending doom loomed over the realm, extending its reach far beyond the walls of the Akademiya. In such times, his presence as the wise scribe was needed more than ever, as the city's leaders struggled to find ways to protect their people from the impending storm.

Despite his responsibilities, Alhaitham couldn't quite grasp the reason behind his desire to stay by Kaveh's side. It wasn't possessiveness; he had always allowed Kaveh the freedom to do as he pleased. They hadn't argued or fought this morning, making this longing all the more perplexing. Alhaitham hoped to understand his emotions before it was too late, but for now, he swallowed the heavy feeling and made his way to the Akademiya, where the meeting seemed to take an eternity to begin, leaving him even more irritated.

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Around the table, all present voiced their opinions on various suggestions except for Alhaitham, who had drifted off into his own thoughts, yearning to be back home. His lack of engagement did not escape the notice of those sitting with him. "EHEM. Earth to the scribe?" One of the officials coughed loudly, bringing Alhaitham back to reality. Embarrassed, he stammered, "Uh, yes, go on," his response nonsensical. The truth was that his opinions mattered, being the smartest among them, but he hasn't spoken since the discussion began.

As others sighed and massaged their temples, some shamelessly rolled their eyes. "What?" Alhaitham asked, dumbfounded. "Sir, with all due respect, we were asking for your opinion," another official replied bravely. "If you're not going to take this seriously, let's end this and discuss it again when our great scribe is focused on the matter," scoffed an official at the end of the table. Alhaitham didn't react immediately.

Just as they were about to resume discussing the crisis, he spoke, "Very well, then. Let's talk about this another day. Goodbye." And with that, he left the table, leaving everyone else dumbfounded.

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Silently cursing, Alhaitham couldn't believe he had endured five agonizing hours at the Akademiya. As if that weren't enough, the rain started pouring down. It seemed that since he left home, the skies had darkened, and the once clear day had turned gloomy. No time to shake off these thoughts, he rushed back home, not caring that he was drenched.

Standing before his home, Alhaitham's hands trembled as he twisted the doorknob and swung the door open. The silence that greeted him felt too pristine, almost unsettling for someone like Alhaitham. The sharp scent of bleach emanated from the floors and marbles, but instead of offering comfort, it only intensified his unease. The once cozy house now seemed gloomy, devoid of any signs of Kaveh's presence. Despite not having any recent quarrels, he could vividly recall the architect's distant demeanor, the faint frown that had gone unnoticed by many. The memory of Kaveh's forced and lackluster smile as he bid him goodbye lingered in his mind, raising concern.

With a furrowed brow, Alhaitham searched every nook and cranny, hoping to catch a glimpse of Kaveh. There was an absence that weighed heavily on him, and even the broken mug on the kitchen floor, a favorite of his, seemed insignificant compared to his desire to see Kaveh safe and sound. The urge to check Kaveh's room, off-limits due to privacy, overpowered him now; what use was privacy when his heart was gripped by fear? Pushing the door open, he was met with a stark contrast between the tidiness of the house and the chaotic mess inside Kaveh's room.

As Alhaitham's heart weighed down with each passing second, the burden seemed almost unbearable. Kaveh's absence was like an ache deep within his soul. But then, amidst the heavy silence, a heart-wrenching sound pierced through the air—the sound of crying and sniffing. The source of this anguish was none other than the bathroom. Without a moment's hesitation, Alhaitham rushed to the door, a sense of dread and trepidation engulfing him.

As the door swung open, a horrifying sight unfolded before Alhaitham's eyes. The once serene bathroom now bore the marks of chaos and pain. The floor was littered with broken glass and spilled bottles, as if a tempest had ravaged the tranquil space. And there, amidst the debris, was Kaveh, the person Alhaitham held dearest, huddled in a corner, wailing with an unrelenting pain.

A shattered mirror adorned the wall, reflecting the shattered pieces of Kaveh's heart. Blood mixed with hair, creating a surreal tableau of suffering. Kaveh's trembling hands clutched a pair of scissors, a symbol of the turmoil within him. Alhaitham's face contorted in pure horror as they cautiously approached their beloved, desperate to offer solace in the midst of such devastation.

Gently laying his hand on Kaveh's quivering shoulder, Alhaitham encountered resistance as the architect fiercely pushed their hands away, urging them to retreat. "GO AWAY!!"Kaveh's hoarse voice echoed through the room, tears still streaming down their cheeks. It was evident that Kaveh's mind was ensnared in a tormenting realm, as if he were grappling with a haunting nightmare. Alhaitham's own emotions trembled within, tears threatening to spill, as he tenderly spoke, "Kaveh, it's me, Alhaitham," his voice a soothing balm in an attempt to bring comfort to his distressed lover.

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Kaveh's cries echoed through the room, growing even louder as a comforting presence enveloped him, leaving him feeling utterly vulnerable and powerless. The person holding him acted swiftly, removing the scissors from his grasp and tossing them away, adding to his sense of disorientation. Despite the person speaking, the words reached him like distant echoes, blurred and incomprehensible, yet each syllable carried the weight of shame and accusation—"You're not good enough," "Worthless," "Murderer." They pierced his ears like arrows, and even though his ears rang with the intensity, the cutting remarks remained painfully clear.

Tears streamed down Kaveh's face, and his heart felt heavy as his mind replayed those hurtful words stuck in his memories. "It was his fault, right?" the cruel voices echoed, like sharp daggers piercing his already wounded soul. He couldn't escape the relentless self-blame, haunted by the belief that he was responsible for his father's death. The weight of guilt burdened him, suffocating him with each passing moment.

The tormenting thoughts consumed him, and Kaveh's inner voice continued to taunt him relentlessly. "He's the reason his father is dead after all," it whispered with vicious conviction, as if condemning him for being a nagging child, a thorn in the side of fate that caused the tragic loss.

A surge of self-loathing washed over him, drowning him in feelings of worthlessness. He couldn't bear to think of himself as anything other than a murderer. The word echoed in his mind, branding him with a label he couldn't escape. How could anyone love someone like him, he wondered, when he felt nothing but a burden and a heartache to those around him?

His mother's abandonment only intensified the self-doubt and guilt. He couldn't shake off the belief that he was unlovable, undeserving of any affection or care. "His mother left him there for a reason," the voices sneered, insinuating that he was beyond redemption, that even his own mother couldn't bear to be near him after the tragedy.

He was suffocating in a sea of disparaging remarks, each insult feeling like a knife through his heart. "What a dream for this child to think someone would love him for being him," the relentless voices taunted, crushing any hope of finding acceptance for who he truly was.

His spirit wavered under the barrage of negativity, and he couldn't help but believe the predictions of a dark future. The fear of becoming a criminal, forcefully taking lives like he believed he had taken his father's, gripped his soul. "Bet he's gonna grow up to be a criminal and forcefully kill people," the haunting words played on repeat, adding to his despair.

Gripped by the torment of his memories, Kaveh's cries intensified, his heartache echoing through the empty spaces around him. The insults seemed to echo endlessly, and he desperately pleaded for the painful barrage to cease, wishing for a moment of respite from the torment within.

The taste of blood filled his mouth, a bitter reminder of how hard he was biting his tongue to suppress the anguish welling up within him. "What a useless man, you're just cleaning and you managed to break a mug? Who else would want you now?" Those cruel words struck deep at his core, causing him to wail and scream with desperate fervor, trying to defend himself against the onslaught of his own self-doubt. "I-I'M SORRY! PLEASE DON'T LEAVE ME! I-I DIDN'T MEAN TO—I PROMISE NOT TO BE USELESS, DON'T THROW ME AWAY!" His voice cracked with desperation, yet his pleas were met with nothing but mocking laughter, tearing at his already shattered heart and driving him to the edge of agony. In his torment, he clutched at his own hair, a futile attempt to release the overwhelming pain clawing at his soul.

Kaveh felt strong arms envelop him in a tighter yet a warm embrace. And then, finally, the tormenting voices stopped. As the arms wrapped around Kaveh gave him comfort, he sobbed. Soft words, soothing and reassuring, washed over him like a gentle breeze. "Shh, it's okay, Kaveh, I will never leave you behind." His mind was still too overwhelmed to make out the words clearly. Yet, there was something familiar about that voice, and it brought a sense of comfort amidst the chaos.

Kaveh turned his head to face the person, his vision blurred with tears. It was hard to see clearly, but deep down, he knew it was Alhaitham. Alhaitham had always been the one he trusted with all his heart, the one he could rely on no matter what. Even in his darkest moments, Alhaitham was there for him.

As much as he wanted to hug him back, Kaveh couldn't because of the cuts on his arms, painful reminders of the struggles he had faced. Instead, he let himself rest against Alhaitham's shoulder, finding solace in his embrace. The tears kept flowing, but this time, they were tears of relief. Relief that he was no longer alone in this overwhelming darkness.

Alhaitham's touch on Kaveh's hair felt soothing, like a gentle caress, and his kiss on Kaveh's forehead brought a small, grateful smile to his lips. In that moment, Kaveh felt safe and loved, protected from the torment that had plagued him.

"I'm here, and I always will be," Alhaitham whispered again, his voice filled with sincerity. Though the words were faint, they carried a powerful promise that touched Kaveh's heart deeply.

In Alhaitham's arms, Kaveh found a sanctuary, a place where he could let go of his fears and worries. The world outside faded away, and all that mattered was this intimate connection they shared. Exhaustion took over, and Kaveh felt himself drifting off to sleep, wrapped in the warmth of Alhaitham's love and care. Finally, he could rest, knowing that Alhaitham was there to watch over him, to keep him safe from the darkness that had tried to consume him.

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Kaveh stirred on the soft cushion, his head still throbbing from the ordeal. The surroundings were unfamiliar; he knew he wasn't in his own room but rather in Alhaitham's. As he shifted, he felt the presence of bandages wrapped around his arms and thighs, extending down to his legs. Despite the pain, he attempted to call out for Alhaitham, but his voice betrayed him, leaving him silent. Though his throat still ached, the taste of blood had vanished, offering some relief.

Something felt different, and Kaveh soon realized that his hair was now shorter than before. A tinge of sadness washed over him at the realization, though he struggled to find the strength to dwell on it. "You're awake," a soft voice reached his ears as Alhaitham stood at the door, concern etched on his face. Unable to form words, Kaveh watched as Alhaitham approached him, carefully holding a bowl of freshly made soup. Placing it down beside Kaveh, Alhaitham gently kissed his cheeks, a tender gesture that warmed Kaveh's heart. "I thought you would like some soup to start your day," Alhaitham said with a reassuring smile. In response, Kaveh managed a weak but grateful smile, allowing himself to be lovingly fed by the one who cared for him deeply.

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"Don't move too much," Alhaitham cautioned, his voice gentle but firm, as he tried to keep Kaveh still. "But this position is uncomfortable," Kaveh weakly retorted, a faint frown on his face. "Stop, or your hair will end up uglier than it already is." Alhaitham's playful tease made Kaveh scoff, "As if you know what you're doing." Unperturbed, Alhaitham prodded, "Oh? What's the reason you need a haircut right now?" He knew Kaveh wouldn't answer. Kaveh playfully smacked Alhaitham's arm, the exchange ending in soft laughter. The final result was a cute butterfly cut, which Kaveh couldn't help but like, and Alhaitham, the self-appointed barber, took pride in his creation.

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The sound of a resounding smack reverberated through the halls, cutting through the air like a sharp blade. Cyno's piercing gaze locked onto Alhaitham, his anger palpable. "TWO DAYS," he proclaimed, the weight of the punishment hanging heavy in the air. Alhaitham's eyes met Cyno's, and without a word, he nodded in acceptance, knowing that his absence had consequences. As a result of his actions, he would now spend two long days assisting with the arduous task of cleaning.

[winterbirb]

My boyfriend and I have spent like an hour going through the tiger tag trying to decipher who it might be. Please take pity on us and let us know

I scrolled thru the tag and I wrote his name at least once, but since The Event I've been very careful not to. When a person represents a concept, their name stops being about its holder. This was already bad before The Event, but it's gotten much more pronounced.

Of course, Tiger was doomed from the start. He began his current career following a pre-written script put together by political scientists who ran surveys and found out that he was the person to play the part and boost morale. That's why the middle aged magical girl is in his tag, he was very much the one Chosen To Restore Hope To/Save The Country. And so he was instructed to act in a certain way in order to, from the beginning, represent a concept.

He was modeled after Stirlitz—a fictional character.

But I'll go over some of the themes in his tag, because I can't realistically expect anyone to get those.

The Dragon stuff is a reference to a play/movie, and also what 🐺 (one of the original script writers of his first iteration) and 🐱 (a major "opponent") have called him (because of the play/movie). He is not the dragon; the dragon can be influenced by multiple people and will not die when he does. He has trusted the wrong people with power (to influence the dragon. and the sentence does not change meaning)

Tiger bc: he's often represented as a tiger, especially in the Sinosphere fandom. In the realm of symbolism and abstract magic plots derived from the real world, I see him as an alley cat, cream-tabby patterned, trying to present himself as a tiger... originally helped by the illusionist 🐺 (who's not a wolf but a black cat) until 🐯 becomes insecure, in his presentation as a tiger and in 🐺's loyalty, and takes different measures. But most people don't see him as an alley cat at all. You probably don't, you probably just see the tiger.

Some things are just about his physical appearance. He's short, blond, and blue-eyed. People talk about his eyes a lot, probably because when he doesn't exist as a concept, he exists as an IRL movie character (still an abstract thing rather than a person).

Then there's the Magical Girl Middle Aged Man genre and posts about power and perception and whatnot. That's mostly explained, I think

I do tag him in posts abt being gay. Don't think about it too hard if it's a cognitohazard for you. I'll stand by it; he's really giving J Edgar Hoover.

Things like the Ianthe "posters of myself" post are also a reference to my abstracted world; tying in what I've already written about his performed vs real self, the heavily edited performed self is the one on those posters.

Honestly, I wouldn't worry too much about who he is, because he's so ingrained as a Concept that the cognitive dissonance can even be painful when he's converted to a Person. It was even uncomfortable for me when I started reading about him (although that was soon transformed into the discomfort of reading something very interesting and not knowing who to tell it to).

Oh, one more hint: