#this barely counts as meta lmao

[deeply-unserious-fellow]

Y'know, I've said this before and idk how common a misconception this is anymore, but the act of true love that saves Anna in Frozen is NOT Elsa hugging her corpse. The act of true love that thawed Anna's frozen heart was throwing herself in front of Elsa, fully prepared to die so her sister could live. The cursed individual must preform the act of true love, not have it preformed towards them. I've seen a lot of people complain about how Olaf tending the fire so Anna wouldn't freeze to death right then and there should've counted, but it didn't because again, Anna had to preform The Act. I do wish somebody in-universe pointed that out at some point but fuckin- whatever it's whatever. I think the movie should've dug into that concept a little more, really, because it speaks to the fact that, no matter how hard you try to change someone with a *metaphorical* frozen heart, in the end, it's really up to them wether they change their ways or not

I find it ironic and honestly kind of cruel, in a meta-sense, that Anna, arguably the most love-filled person in the entire movie, had to be cursed like that. Usually, in fairytales, that kind of curse would be put on somebody deemed incapable of love by the curser. It's why the Beast in Beauty & the Beast is cursed, and I uh. I can't really think of any other examples off the top of my head but I think you get the point. Anna didn't need to learn that lesson, though. I don't think she even REALIZED she needed to preform the act of true love until after the events of the movie, if at all. It is, once again, a very interesting concept that I wish the movie dug into a little more. I've said it before and I'll say it again: FROZEN NEEDED MORE TIME TO TELL ITS STORY IN A SATISFYING WAY. The writers present so many genuinely interesting concepts, one after another, and then barely scratch the surface of their potential because they're too busy trying to keep the plot going. It's really frustrating.

I uh. Don't remember where I was going with this. Eeeehhhhhh fUCK IT this is my blog I can ramble about whatever I want lmao

Edit: So, upon rewatched the movie the other day, it turns out Olaf DOES point out that Anna was the one who preformed the act of true love, and in a way that was just obvious enough that it makes you wonder how anybody missed it, but just subtle enough that at the same time I can kinda see why? Idk Im writing this at fuckin 3am my thoughts are a fucking mess...

[myaoiboy]

Hi I saw that you answered an ask* the other day and I wanted to know if you continued with your analysis or if you could continue. I was really interested and curious to know more about it. I really wanted to know what you had to say, seriously, I could read a bible of Death Stranding reviews!

*https://www.tumblr.com/myaoiboy/739740134244794368/death-stranding-gender-talk-you-say-count-me-in?source=share

Hi! I totally can keep talking about Death Stranding forever (I know it's a very divisive game but imo on the whole the writing is like a well-oiled machine in ways that MGS just barely started to scrape askdjfh)

For the most part I haven't talked a *ton* about it at length because the series is just getting started and I feel weird making assertions that are likely to be fully subverted within a year or two. MGS has like. well, now, 25 years of shit going on. Sequels, prequels, fanon, etc., that Death Stranding...hasn't really had time to grow into yet.

I also tend to intentionally only post for dead series because the fandoms tend to be chiller lmao

Plus the fact that I got into DS right around the time that DS2 was announced, so I'm sitting here twiddling my thumbs knowing that there's about to be more content and context that I just don't have access to yet. I already feel like there's a lot more to be learned about the first game, just from the latest trailer drop.

Honestly I think the thing that really gets me with DS is that despite the borderline insanity of the setting, to me, there's a lot of dramatic irony and meta knowledge that makes DS pretty easy to follow compared to, like, any single MGS game. Maybe I'm just the exact target audience that the writing was intended for, but most of the big reveals felt less like a sucker punch and more of a dramatic swell.

Some reasons for this (please be gentle i am taking cutscene SCs from youtube videos, they're gonna look like shit):

First of all, this is basically frame 1 of being formally introduced to Amelie, we see...this lens flare. Look familiar?

...how about now?

We are introduced to her instantly with a sign of danger. A pretty one, but a sign of danger nonetheless. The fact that it's an inverted rainbow is important! It shows up around timefall because of chiral air disturbance. We don't know that yet in-game, but if you know about how light works you know that there's something Wrong(tm) about this.

A regular lens flare shouldn't be causing an inverted rainbow if it's causing one at all. I think in this cutscene Amelie's presence is causing that inverted rainbow. Throughout the game, people come up with various theories of their own to excuse her connection to the beach. Little do they know at the time how right they are...

She's also heavily backlit, which hides her features in an unsettling manner. In fact, I really can't think of anyone else that this happens to throughout the game (if anyone knows of another example PLEASE let me know!!!)

She gets pretty damn close before that rainbow disappears, but this is where I very quickly lost my initial trust in her (as the player).

I jokingly called called this her "Fox News reporter look," but it's very much constructed in a way that made me suspicious.

Let's talk about that red dress.

I've said it before, I'll say it again: Kojima fucking LOVES using color language, especially red, blue, and gold. It's been super obvious and explicit since like 2012.

The fact that we meet her wearing a red dress is not a coincidence!!! It's a great big flashing warning sign! It says "hey, this person is going to betray you! Do Not Fucking Trust!!!"

Compare Amelie's name card to Paz's from Peace Walker:

The art styles are different, but there are a couple of main throughlines. Namely, both have an emphasis on the color red, both are young (looking) women who are lying about their identities in order to ask the main character a favor. Characters vouch for them, from trusted advisors, to the main character himself in DS. And then they try to bring about armageddon.

Basically what I'm saying is that they're both the embodiment of white woman tears a wolf in sheep's clothing, if the sheep's clothing was still dripping in blood. We (characters, and maybe the players) believe that she's on our side because we want to believe she's on our side, and because other people that we ostensibly trust tell us she's on our side, while the extremely dissonant narrative and imagery of the scene are SHAKING US BY THE SHOULDERS TELLING US TO SNAP OUT OF IT.

Add to that the fact that we kind of vaguely, through that intro cutscene post-central knot explosion, know that the beach is connected to dying somehow, and that amelie seems to be on it, doing very stereotypical little girl in horror things there, like singing nursery rhymes slowly while walking into the ocean.

So we've basically been told that Amelie is Not Good, but we have to spend the game piecing together what kind of Not Good she is. The first hint is (surprise!) also in this cutscene!

I don't recall off the top of my head if I knew at the time how heavily egyptian mythology plays into DS, but I do remember this cutscene giving me a bad gut feeling about the concept of the West.

Very few Big Concepts in these games (the West, strand(s/ing), patriotism/nationalism, etc) are only symbolic of one thing. That's also true across the board in basically all art, but I feel the need to point that out in public posts because I don't want someone to eg, think that I say something means one thing, and then back that up, and then people think that means it can't mean something else! It can (and often does) mean both! and sometimes that additional meaning is super important!

Anyways, Die Hardman refers to Amelie going West. We don't really use that phrasing much, so it stuck out to me as euphemistic. Especially since we saw her after we died, and there's so much euphemism going on from the bridges team anyways. I mean, cufflinks "symbolize our connection?" Girl, you locked me to my bed with them. You drain my blood with them to turn into weapons. Call 'em what they are.

You'll even notice in the same cutscene that Amelie says "we made it to Edge Knot City" and Sam replies with "all the way to the Pacific?" Not "all the way to the west coast," or even a single question about why she was on the/his beach.

If you know anything about egyptian mythology, you might know that west is considered the direction of death and the underworld. ancient egyptians buried dead people on the west side of the nile river. Osiris, god of death and mummification, and king of the underworld, is referred to as "foremost of the westerners" among his epithets.

So the vibe that I got instantly was "Amelie is already dead, she led her team to die, and they are basically sending Sam on a suicide mission" though I didn't realize exactly how I was right at the time.

The other big thing I recall setting off my alarm bells as the game went on was the fact that nobody you meet has ever met Amelie in person. It's a very slow reveal, especially since most people seem to see online meeting and in person meeting to be mostly the same, and we're told that she set out with bridges one. That she went west. Turns out that...also wasn't literal.

I don't remember exactly when I started wondering if *sam* had ever even met her outside of the beach, but I do remember thinking that there was something off. For a little bit my guess was that she was entirely fictional, some sort of AI (pretty influenced by all the "dead person brought back by AI/hypno bullshit ngl), or maybe that Higgs could somehow disguise himself in the Beach in ways i didn't understand yet.

But I didn't feel *worse* for being able to figure things out ahead of time, I felt clever that I could piece together all the little hints and have a good idea of what was going on. It made death stranding feel more like a coherent sci fi narrative rather than a cheesy action story that's expected to follow certain strict genre conventions.

Not that I'm saying mgs or action in general are bad, but rather that imo Death Stranding feels...more mature and confident in some ways (and also isn't bogged down by 20 years of previous work. which. i don't even like my own shit from a year ago half the time, i cannot imagine having to write within the constraints you created TWO DECADES prior kjhksjfh). Maybe it's that it feels like less of a genre subversion and has more genre utilization? dunno. Now I'm thinking too much like an english major lkajshdf

But yeah anybody who wants to talk about anything totally feel free. Or if you want to give me prompts to write about. I will always be willing to talk about things for way too long on the internet. I just don't always reply quickly because I start rambling....Like This.

[good-prog]

Hades: everyone and their mother told me to play this game (and they were right)

Main campaign date: 2023/11/30-12/12 Total playtime (Steam): 100.2 hours (and counting)

Been a while since I've finished a video game. I've been in more of a fiber crafting mood than a video gaming mood recently (still not done with FF6... lmao), but I spent the last month of 2023 being obsessed with Hades. (So much so that I barely logged in to FF14, and only then to raid log!) I don't think I can say much that hasn't already been said about this game, but I'll try to sum up my thoughts regardless.

Spoilers below.

This was my second roguelite; my first was Slay the Spire. (Since I've started with the "greatest hits" of the genre, I have a small worry that my future expectations will be skewed as a whole.) All facets of the game—from the combat, to the decision making for builds, to the overarching story—are enjoyable, and the game incentivizes the player to try new things in each of those areas. Each run, one of the weapons will grant bonus darkness and gemstones (meta currencies for making the player character stronger). Additionally, the "fated list of minor prophecies" incentivizes trying out every single boon at least once in exchange for meta currency rewards.

gameplay

Fairly intuitive control mapping on kb/m; could consider remapping special though (I press both Q and W with my 4th finger).

I'm bad at action video games in general (poor reaction times, tend to eat shit to boss mechanics even after understanding them), but I do enjoy the feeling of progression as I learn mob / boss movement patterns and attack rotations. I don't have to progress quickly, as long as I'm able to come up with a slightly better build, or see a new boss phase each time around.

The dash is quite generous with iframes (even without the Athena boon). As long as one doesn't attack while dashing, safety is guaranteed. It took me quite a few runs, but I finally understood this when fighting Hades with the fist weapons; without dashing through his spin attacks, uptime is quite limited. I was able to clear for the first time shortly after that (~20 hours of gameplay).

Screenshots from my first clear, when I realized that I could simply block all of Hades' attacks with the shield.

As I've been increasing heat, most of my runs have been using the rail (mostly Hestia, Eris aspects). I've had the fortune of seeing the cluster bomb + rocket bomb hammers ("clocket" build) a few times, but it doesn't show up consistently enough for me to use it as a crutch. My personal best is 25 heat; my main issue is reacting to FO2 (44% movement speed increase). I would like to eventually do 32 heat for Skelly's final statue, though!

I don't think there's anything I explicitly disliked, beyond the satyr mobs in Styx. They apply a heavy dot that needs to be cleansed by touching pools in difficult-to-reach / dangerous locations on the map. (For lower DPS builds, I had to weigh cleansing the dot vs trying to clear the room.)

meta progression/story

The player character is Zagreus, the son of Hades, who is attempting to escape the Underworld and reunite with his mother. Each attempt, he receives help from the Olympian gods in the form of boons (that modify the attack/special/cast/dash/call of his build); some friendly residents of the different biomes (Sisyphus, Eurydice, Patroclus); as well as Charon (in exchange for obols Zag picks up along the way).

I enjoyed the writers' sense of humor when it came to the characters and their interactions. I'm impressed by the amount of new (voiced!) dialogue I hear when I talk to each god, even after many runs. Shoutout to everyone's favorite tsundere (Thanatos), who warms up to Zag through the course of their interactions.

Getting to advance the story and receiving more permanent upgrades definitely made coming back to the House after a wipe more bearable (and also primed the desire to go again). Hypnos' contextual comments on cause of death were amusing, and seeing Meg and/or Thanatos was always a treat.

I enjoyed the happy ending and seeing Zag's family reunited, but also appreciated how the characters continued to work through their interpersonal issues (e.g., Dusa getting fired and then returning to the House thanks to Zagreus' intervention).

misc

Fishing in this game is simple, but difficult (for someone with poor reaction times). Once a fish bites, there's a particular interval in which the rarest fish are available; wait too long, and there's only a chance for the lower two tiers of fish. That being said, I still ended up with a Pavlovian response to the sound effect indicating an available fishing spot that plays when the room gets cleared. To my friend's chagrin, I would often stop to fish, even when racing against the clock (in game timer is paused while fishing).

Bonus: while writing this post, I realized that AGDQ was streaming Hades! Runners arcalena and trash_lapras (who are married!) did a 3 weapons race live, and even did a 2 player / 1 controller run after.

[delusion-of-negation]

let's add more shit to JKR's writing: Even when she acknowledges certain characters as being horrible in the story, it never went anywhere. Maybe that's just me and my resentment of being a bullying victim, but she has tons of bullies in her story, including Harry's father, Remus, Sirius and the Rat, but beyond "Oh damn, that suck" it's just... fine. Same with Severus, the moment he's "revealed" we're supposed to just view him as this selfless hero, instead of a guy who bullied 11 yo's.

so not to psychoanalyse too hard, but jkr has a LOT of black and white thinking - it's why "queer rights advocates are just like my nazis because they were mean to me on twitter" makes sense to whatever she calls a brain. villain and bully and nazi are basically synonyms (hence the children destined to become nazis bully a heroic child like harry), and it's why obvious bullies get forgiven- speaking in a meta way about the framing not the characters on paper necessarily forgiving- because they weren't nazis, the shit snape did kinda just doesn't count because he was bullied and a genuinely principled anti-nazi (dude risked his life, long after the bitch he crushed on was dead, he's not doing it for incel reasons haters, he just isn't a nazi jfc). in reality, he's a guy who bullied 11 year-olds and a selfless anti-nazi hero - but the book only wants people to view him as the latter (and the fandom the former as a reaction to the book's view). the rat is Peter lmao. but yeah to jkr really it's "boys being boys" when they're heroes, and nazism the other times, and there's no in-between. or like how many girls in these books drug people with love potions and it's just... well it's "girls being girls", even when guys freak out about it she never is willing to treat it as sexual assault (ie voldemort's parents). it's a genuinely saddening thing just how much potential for nuance I uncover when I pull strings on her barely knitted together lore, it seems for a second like there's depth, and then you just see this empty hole. I did plot out a pretty cool dark comedy/horror style fanfiction a few weeks ago, but I've been too ill to even decide if that's something I can be bothered to put the energy into, but it definitely comes from my desire to add some goddamn nuance.

re

[mercy-misrule]

"it was unethical of Porsche to bug Tawan's room! "

this is a take i saw away from tumblr, and im reeling

look, even though i can find the occasional bickering in the tumblr tag frustrating, ive never ever seen anyone drop a take as ridiculous as this

this was the issue?!?? this is where you drew the ethics line

in this episode we have

- tawan, who kinn tried to and believed he murdered! that was his romantic partner at the time! legit doesn't matter his motivation, that's a terrifying act of domestic violence.

- also tawan coming back, manipulating and purposefully degrading Porsche's confidence in both his relationship and his own importance. bad times!

- vegas. everyone's favourite pathetic little meowfioso. every interaction he has with Porsche is rancid vibes, and this one was so much. pwease Porsche don't let it hurt :(((

(fucking amazing antagonist i enjoy Vegas so much)

- vegas 2.0, interactions with Pete. the powerlessness of Pete, unable to escape tgis polite little trap.

- yes, Porsche wiretap moments. unethical is an insane claim to leverage in the murder mafia house, there are ethics to unethic, but this act was self sabotaging, giving into fear.

- Tawan crotch faceplant. Hey Kinn? You don't gotta. You could have moved, my guy. Its not 'unethical' but it was dumb as shit.

People rag on Kinn in this ep, to an unfair amount. He's emotionally damaging Porsche, and that's going to harm their relationship, but he's working within the framework of his family's affairs, and he is putting that above his personal relationship. Which he has to as a boss. Still should have clued in Porsche, but we forget that Porsche is a terrible liar and has no poker face.

It's a no good situation!

That being said, this particular move was truly a brain dead moment and everyone should dunk on him for it

- locking Porsche up without a guard, leaving him vulnerable but also isolated. Cannot have made a worse choice for both his safety and his mental health, his trust in Kinn.

-Tawan milk as a sex metaphor. I do not care for that shit at all, frankly

- Vegas redux. Who is letting my guy scamper around. Someone chase him out with a broom.

Anyway episode 9 kicked both the characters and the audiences asses, and I'm still reeling that anyone could level 'unethical' as a criticism of this show. There's no ethics! Everyone sucks, except Chay! None of these bitches trustworthy or wholesome! Its murder, toxic power imbalances all the way down, and that's the joy of the show.

[theheightofdishonor]

Despite the acting, I quite enjoyed the extent to which Belasko foreshadows Theo’s entire s5 in detail with like 5 minutes of screentime. From how they both introduce themselves as “fans” of Scott to failing to kill Scott the same way to them both dying to Theo later using Belasko’s claws- it’s the furthest thing from subtle but so much fun. 

However, it would’ve been better if Belasko was more unhinged and frightened in his scene with the Dread Doctors. Not only would the stark contrast between this behavior and how unfazed he was in his battle with Scott help validate the Doctors as frightening villains but it would’ve been such a great parallel to Theo’s own feelings regarding them. 

(and literally everything else about Belasko mirrors Theo so why not this too) 

[bakerolivias-archived]

elena jumped in stefan’s arms because as of that moment, stefan is the person who makes her feel the most safe, not damon’s creepy “i raped your best friend and killed your brother” ass. her priority is her loved ones and family, which is why she chooses stefan to embrace, because he’s the one who’s always looked out for her family’s best interests. she does appreciate damon’s presence at all, which is why she expresses her gratitude towards him (even if i don’t rlly believe he deserves it but whatever).

tbh i still hate love triangle bullshit and think elena should date girls but i’m excited to see where this leads.

[the-eldritch-it-gay]

Playing DA2 with Azahara and just recruited Fenris and decided for the first time to pick the mage specific dialogue “You would help a mage?” and

Fenris really is introduced as a far more nuanced character-- doesn’t really argue with you or your mage companions, he’s wary, understandably so. But as he points out, he doesn’t hate a mage Hawke and their mage companions, because they’re not Danarius. He’s not a fan of magic and super not a fan of magisters but he doesn’t generalize that hate to all mages.

Later in the game does he generalize all mages to be the same as Magisters? Yeah, but you know, the game also is trying to push that oppressed people are just as bad as their oppressors, so in general, the writing isn’t great. But for how I like to imagine Fenris, it’s closer to how he’s introduced--not an angry, aggressive, mage-hater, but a calm, complex character dealing with trauma but able to not view all mages in the same light.

[here2bbtstrash]

birthday drabble 1 - myg

@simpxxstan asked: 37, 62 or 106 (y/n with yoongi?)

pairing: yoongi x reader contains: smut!! college au, AND THEY WERE ROOMMATES, masturbation, accidental and then purposeful voyeurism, a smidge of dirty talk, reading fanfic about reading fanfic lmao #meta, they only get wilder from here so buckle up o___o summary: your roommate gets home earlier than expected.

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Subletting is fucking annoying. For some stupid reason, your university refuses to house students in the dorms for the summer, even though they offer summer classes. Instead everyone is responsible for securing their own housing.

When it got down to only two weeks before the start of summer term and you still didn't have anything, you were willing to take whatever you could get. Thankfully your friend Naomi was going back home for the summer and was more than happy to let you crash at her place. But the catch is: she has a roommate.

Which is how you found yourself, for the first time in your life, living with a man. A man you know nothing about, yet are forced to share a kitchen and a bathroom and a living room couch with.

It's weird.

Naomi's promise seems to be accurate: Yoongi’s double majoring in music and business, and from what you can tell, he's barely in the house (although he slinks around like a cat– he’s snuck up on you on more than one occasion when you thought you were home alone).

You're not sure where he goes, nor do you really care. After a couple weeks of trying to force conversation whenever you happened to be in the same room at the same time, the two of you seemed to realize that you are, in fact, complete strangers with nothing in common, and have since lapsed into a permanent awkward silence.

You're counting down the days until you can move back into the dorm.

Thankfully, you know Yoongi isn’t around tonight, because he was babbling on the phone all afternoon to a friend about his super hot date for the evening. You could hear him even in your bedroom, thanks to the super-thin walls of this shitty yet somehow overpriced apartment.

And you couldn’t be happier. Because there’s one thing you’re absolutely terrified to do unless you’re one hundred percent positive he’s out of the house. See: super-thin walls.

You’ve been looking forward to a proper masturbation session all damn day, and when you finally hear the front door close, you’re equally torn between immediately getting to it and taking your sweet time with yourself.

Collapsing onto the couch and stretching your legs out, you absentmindedly tap around on your phone, until your finger just happens to slip and land on your AO3 bookmarks. Yoongi will probably be a while, but you know it’s risky– you tell yourself that this is just foreplay, and once you’re good and riled up, you’ll make sure you’re firmly behind a locked door before anything actually starts.

But that promise feels a thousand miles away when you scroll to the top of the list to see that a fanfiction you’d long given up all hope on ever updating again has a new chapter. Suddenly you’re not thinking about anything else.

The author wastes no time in diving into a smut scene, and your hips are stirring against the couch cushion in minutes. As soon as you finish the chapter, you’ll go to your room. But you need a little relief now, so you slip your hand down the front of your leggings.

Your folds are drenched, a byproduct of waiting all day for this, and you shiver a little as you slip a finger through them, dragging slickness up to circle your clit. Fuck, that’s good. You’re trying to stay focused on the words, but your eyes are getting heavy with lust, and when you circle the sensitive nub a few more times, you let them flutter closed as you get lost in the feeling.

So lost, in fact, that you’re not quick enough to make yourself look decent when you hear the sound of the front door opening.

“Fuck–” you gasp, locking your phone with one hand and yanking the other out of your pants as fast as humanly possible.

Yoongi is standing in the doorway, keys in hand, blinking hard like he can’t believe what he’s just seen. You pray that this can be one of those moments where you say nothing to each other, but he seems to have other plans.

“Were you just masturbating?”

Your face burns with embarrassment at how direct the question is. “U-uh… No, I was just…”

He steps across the threshold to let the front door shut behind him, then quirks an eyebrow. “Want some help?”

It’s your turn to be astounded. “I– what?”

Yoongi shrugs. “You can say no. Just thought I’d offer. Surely it would be better than whatever’s on your phone.”

You can’t help but wonder where this forward-ass man has been hiding all summer as he takes a seat on the couch cushion opposite you. “I won’t touch you, unless you want me to. We can just… talk.”

The way he emphasizes the word makes something in your core stir, and you whimper a little before you can help it. You know almost nothing about this man you’ve been forced to cohabitate with, but you do know he has an excellent fucking voice. There have been a few times where he’s stumbled bleary-eyed into the kitchen and spoken what are clearly his first words of the day to you, and it was certainly enough to make your pussy say good morning.

Yoongi rightly takes your noise as consent to continue. “Lay back and touch yourself,” he instructs. “I want to watch.”

You slowly move to do so, hand slipping back under the waistband of your pants, and then you realize he can't see anything. “S-should I? Take these off?”

He shrugs. “Only if you want to.”

Fumbling a little, you attempt to push the fabric of your leggings down, accidentally knocking into Yoongi's thigh with your foot– your tiny couch is really not big enough for this.

Your face heats up even more, but Yoongi is faster than you. Before you have a chance to adjust, he's on his knees on the floor in front of you.

“Turn to face me,” he says softly. When you do, his hands slip under the band of your pants and your underwear. The barely-there brush of his fingers over your skin makes you jump as he starts to peel everything down your legs at once.

“Is this okay?”

You swallow hard and nod. Yoongi finishes his work, leaving you sitting in front of him, legs spread, fully exposed from the waist down.

“Don't hold back,” he glances up to meet your gaze. “I want to hear you.”

The request is enough to elicit another small whine from you, your head tilting back against the couch as you resume touching yourself. Your mind spins, unable to process that this is really happening.

“How does it feel?” He asks, and you squeeze your eyes shut, your cunt clenching at his voice.

“Good,” you groan, breathless from the pleasure. “So fucking good.”

“God, you're so wet.” The fact that he knows because he can see it for himself only turns you on more.

You slide your hand down from your clit to your center, teasing at your entrance with two fingers, and he's right. You’re soaked.

“Why don’t you fuck yourself with your fingers for me?” His breath ghosts over your thighs.

You moan at the feeling, his presence, his voice, as you follow the instructions. All plans of going slow with yourself and drawing things out have evaporated– you’re already desperate to come, and Yoongi’s low, commanding voice is only helping.

You rest the palm of your hand over your swollen clit, grinding down as you curl your fingers up against the spot that makes you see stars.

“Oh my god,” you hiss as your arousal coils inside you and you tighten around yourself.

“Fuck,” Yoongi grunts. “I love the sounds you make.”

There’s some part of you on display you’ve never seen before, a part of you that, you realize now, is very into being watched like this. Your hips cant up, rubbing hard against your hand as you speed up the pace of your fingers.

“Just like that,” he coaxes. “Getting close already?”

“Yes, Yoongi,” you gasp, and you can feel the pressure building fast and hot now.

“That’s it. Come on your fingers for me. Let me see it.”

You cry out as your climax hits, and you’re faintly aware of Yoongi groaning appreciatively as you come all the way undone. You’re still breathing hard as your eyes flutter open and you look at him.

“Well, that was fucking hot,” he says simply, and to your surprise, he’s already getting to his feet. “Definitely makes me feel better about getting stood up. Maybe it can be my fingers next time.”

As he disappears down the hallway, somehow leaving you satisfied and edged at the same time, you mentally retract every bad thing you’ve ever said about subletting.

[gatorbites-imagines]

I don't have a promt in mind but smth with dick grayson x reader fluff ? There isn't much for him x male reader😭

Lazy-Day

Dick Grayson x Male reader

Summary: Dick and the Reader a taking a day off after a rough night of heroing around Bludhaven.

Reader is a hero as well, you can imagine if they’re meta or not, but they’re able to get bruises and alike.  

Im literally the most single person to ever exist, so im not sure if this counts as fluff but i tried lmao.

Projects are over, so i have time to write again ^^

It was a gloomy day in Bludhaven, rain was falling from the sky at a lazy pace, pitter pattering against the window. The medium sized apartment was mainly silent except for the sound of the tv playing the days news report.

On the couch sat one of the main protectors of Bludhaven, wrapping clean bandages around his upper arm where he had been nicked by a bullet the night before. Dick Grayson was his name, or as many more knew him, Nightwing. He kept half his attention on the screen, the other expertly wrapping the now scabbed over cut.

His attention was pulled elsewhere as someone else threw themselves down on the couch beside him, a bowl overflowing with cereal, the person devouring large spoonfuls as the persons attention fell on the screen as well. This person was (Y/N), Dicks boyfriend and partner during their night job. He had taken quite the beating the night before, if the black eye and bruised cheek was any sign.

Dick finished wrapping his arm, and placed the bandages and other items back into one of their many first-aid boxes. Closing the box, he tucked it back under the sofa where they typically kept it, and turned back to his boyfriend. Dick tilted his head to the side, his eyes running up and down his boyfriend. To others, the outfit of a large t-shirt that had been washed so many times the picture on the front was barely visible, and shorts that seemed older than Damian would be unappealing, but to Dick it always made his heart warm and gooey to see his boyfriend as relaxed.

Another look up and down, Dick took notice of the signs of their nightlife. Bruised face, bruised knuckles, an agitated knee from a superhero landing, and from the way (Y/N) sat, his ribs hurt as well. As Dick was busy checking out his boyfriend, (Y/N) finished his comically large bowl of cereal, and placed the bowl down on the coffee table.

“What are you looking at?” he murmured in Dicks direction, as the other mans looks had clearly gone from assessing damage, to simply checking out. “Just admiring my handsome boyfriend, anything wrong with that?” Dick said, a teasing tone to his voice as he squinted in (Y/N)s direction.

(Y/N) gave a snort, shaking his head softly as he exhaled a chuckle. “Wouldn’t call myself the most attractive person this morning Grayson, I look like I was beat up for my lunch money. You on the other hand? You make bruises look hot” he hummed, crossing his arms over his chest, and sitting back against the couch.

Dick grinned, sitting up straight before turning completely and crawling closer to (Y/N). “Oh? So you think I’m hot?” he muttered, leaning close to (Y/N)s face as he caged the other man in against the armrest of the couch. (Y/N) just rolled his eyes very obviously, huffing at his boyfriend’s behavior. “Yes, Dick. You are very handsome. We both know this”.

Dick grinned, leaning in to kiss (Y/N) softly, over and over a few times, placing quick but loving pecks on his boyfriends’ lips. “Your so handsome too, you know. You always make me weak in the knees, no matter what your wearing or how you look” he murmured, leaning up to kiss at (Y/N)s cheeks and softly kissing the bruised area.

When he finally sat back, the two sat and started at each other for a bit. “Did you even ice that?” Dick finally said, zeroing in on the purpling bruise on his partners face. “…no. But its fine, I cant feel it that much” (Y/N) finally said, sending Dick a stare that dared him to go raid the freezer for ice or whatever else they had in there.

They stared into each other’s eyes for a little longer, before Dick shut his eyes and sighed. “Fine. But you’ll have to cuddle me as payment for not doing something about it” the man huffed, crawling up into (Y/N)s space again, and flopping down against his chest. (Y/N) snickered, crossing his arms to grab the throw blanket that was draped over the back of the couch, and pulling it over them.

He put his arm around Dicks waist, as he fished for the remote with the other. When he finally got his hands on it, he started surfing the channels as Dick wiggled into a comfortable position. They finally landed on a channel, which appeared to be in the middle of an episode about penguins and alike. Placing the remote down, (Y/N) placed his other arm around Dick, and got comfortable.

Dick laid his head on the others chest, and exhaled softly. Laying here made them both forget all about their cuts and bruises, pushing the aching to the back of their mind as their attention stayed on the screen. At times (Y/N) would lean down to press a kiss to Dicks forehead, the other had grabbed (Y/N)s hand, and was rubbing circles on the back of it. He would hound (Y/N) about his bruises later, now they would just stay here.

[windmillcrusader]

alecto the ninth spoilers, also not sfw but in a meta way

did anyone else pick up on the weirdly horny* imagery in the alecto excerpt? almost every sentence has something wild going on. hold on let me bold em

At a point in the slit she was carving through life, Harrowhark Nonagesimus woke to find herself lost in a dark wound. She had been walking when it had all gone black - any path ahead or behind was blotted out; now she was here. A sword was laid upon her from shoulder to hip. Her feet were bare. Upon her chest, straddling the sword, there was an open magazine. The first thing she saw upon opening her eyes was a pair of tits.

like. tamsyn did not have to write slit here. let’s get into it **

slit, wound - both yonic symbols. slang for the old vaginer. wound is the more shakespearean of the two and might not stand out on its own, but when they’re back to back like this and featuring in such odd imagery, that makes it guilty by association. (this is the sentence that caught my attention in the first place. why on earth did TM pick this phrasing if not specifically for the connotations. like, what does “carving a slit through life” mean, and why pick that over a less obscure metaphor? tbh these feel like excuses to wiggle slit and wound in here more than anything) EDIT: she may be saying room actually but the Tor captions do say wound. another mystery to be solved in 2023 ig

laid - would be unremarkable except for the everything else going on

from shoulder to hip and upon her chest - lot of body imagery here, which makes sense, honing in on harrow then expanding out through her senses to establish the setting, but sus given the rest of the excerpt

I thought I remembered bare feet being some sort of erotic symbol but I refuse to do more than 1 google search about this for obvious reasons. if nothing else, bare is doing some work here

straddling - c’mon. straddling the sword no less (the sword being a classic phallic metaphor, but in this case primarily associated with gideon)

tits is ironically the least horny part, serving as the punchline for the excerpt. aside from being a frontline titties callback, it’s just right there in the text. denotation as opposed to connotation (i.e. literal meaning vs associations/symbolism). nevertheless i’m counting it

in conclusion sorry for getting into how 👀 the narrator is at harrow here, esp bc harrow herself would hate it probably. but also, what the hell is going on

* weirdly horny in that it seems to be from harrow’s close third perspective, about herself, which I don’t think we’ve seen before. unless (theory dropping in the footnotes) this is gideon narrating?

** lmao

[teatitty]

Sparbossa Brainrot Part 2: I Get Crazier

Part two of my Sparbossa meta! This movie is over two hours long so of course I had to split this into pieces I'm dying out here but it's worth it. I didn’t want this to be anything above a two-parter but haha it’s gonna need a part three. Fuck

Something I didn't touch on in my previous post is that Jack and Barbossa both use over exaggerated expressions and gestures and posturing and its all done expertly well to sell their respective images; Jack's the crazy one and Barbossa's the scary one. That's why it's so important to pay attention to every subtle thing they do because a lot of their nuances are hidden behind the micro expressions, the tiny gestures. When Elizabeth is eating on the Pearl, for instance, pay close attention to Barbossa's features and you'll see the hunger that's consumed him for years. You'll see his envy that he can't enjoy it like her. Very good acting!

Regardless, we are now on the Isle and while Will is purely focused on Elizabeth look at Jack. He has eyes only for Barbossa. You can see the beginning of a sneer on that wrinkle by his nose, the zoned in focus of his eyes

Will briefly looks over at him but Jack pays no attention to him, and his breathing is deep and slow, the same way a predator might breathe when hunting in the bushes. He only snaps out of this when Will calls his name and tries to get to Elizabeth

There's a lot I can say about this scene but Jack's low threatening thrum is back in the background and not only is his body tense and strung like a bow but so is his voice. He's barely restraining himself from snapping outwards and oh that line; "Have I ever given you reason not to trust me?" the layers it has given past betrayals. Do you think he ever said this to Hector, that night of the mutiny?

His eyes are crazed, his smile no longer friendly. It’s sharp and pointed - a baring of fangs instead of teeth

Barbossa's threat of music is back here too and this is where Elizabeth fucked up by using the name Turner. This is where Will fucked up by knocking out Jack - because only he can get through Hector's rage

They all outnumber Barbossa and yet the simple act of him drawing his sword has them stepping down and if that doesnt tell you everything you need to know about him I dont know what does

More of Jack with the Cursed Crew! They don't immediately try to kill him they just gather around him in a big group because "holy shit you're not dead" he tries to leave but they all cut him off at sword and gun point and then Ragetti helps him remember the word 'parlay' and look it's just really amusing how they all like. Let him gather his words instead of just shooting him right here

“Damned to the depths whatever madmen thought of parlay”

It's about the shared history, the begrudging respect, knowing he can talk circles around you but letting him do it anyway because you still kind of like him even though you left him for dead

And of course the moment you’ve all been waiting for I’m sure. The Sparbossa reunion! This smug ass fucking look at seeing Barbossa again, Barbossa's genuine anger and irritation, the way Pintel and Ragetti are viewing this like a tennis match, the most divorcee energy you've ever seen on screen

Barbossa's little expression shift during this bit he knows exactly what Jack is about to say and he hates it lmao he’s definitely heard this line too many times to count. It haunts his dreams probably

“Well I won’t be making that mistake -” gets right into Jack’s face - “again.”

Zoom in on Jack’s face. Yeah that’s hatred and anger plain as day

The mic drop moment, the pause as Jack's words hit him, the irritation returning tenfold because god fucking dammit its been ten years but he can never ignore a thing Jack says. "Unless he knew you wouldn't believe the truth even if he told it to you" except Barbossa always believes Jack and that’s what happens when you used to be besties and know a man inside and out as well as you know yourself

Didnt get it here but there’s an impressed nodding motion he does before saying this, with a smile like he cant quite believe he's doing this again and yet here they are. And Jack, knowing he has Barbossa in the palm of his hand again

DO YOU UNDERSTAND THE HILARITY OF THIS NEGOTIATION SCENE, THE SHEER DIVORCED ENERGY THAT WE ARE SEEING RIGHT NOW, THE NOTE OF DISBELIEF IN BARBOSSA'S VOICE, HIS LITTLE CHUCKLE, JACK'S OFFENDED GASP AS HE SAYS "NO" I WISH I COULD SHOW U EVERY SINGLE MICRO EXPRESSION THEY HAVE HERE ITS SO FUCKING HYSTERICAL

The pettiness on display here, not just in Jack's words but also his eating an apple, knowing how much Barbossa loves them, right in front of him and then offering it to him like an olive branch they just dont make films like this anymore you could do an entire fucking thesis on this scene alone

Barbossa’s face falling as the mutiny is used against him here mates how the fuck else am I supposed to interpret this if not a sign of momentary regret

(Do hate that these subs change “innit” into “isn’t it” though. British rage at that)

They both turn their heads to Bo'sun when he interrupts them and says Captain but I couldn't get a good shot of it because the monkey kept blurring oops but here’s the start of Jack’s disdain for him

Jack trying desperately to stay in control, like he has been for the past however many hours, and Barbossa is having absolutely none of it so he goes for the lowest blow he can, in a voice that's almost affectionate

This is the exact moment Jack knows he's lost this round because Barbossa's jab wasn't just about losing the Pearl. "People are easier to search when they're dead" is also a morality difference. Barbossa is merciless and ruthless and Jack simply trusts too easily. It's not just about losing the Pearl. It’s about Jack losing Hector too

Now this shot is incredibly interesting to me because it's the only time we've seen him waste an apple. But he doesn't throw it into the sea immediately; he just looks at it for a moment, contemplating. Is he thinking about taking a bite himself? Is he thinking about Jack? About their past? About the mutiny? Whatever those thoughts might be he throws it because Jack is the one who bit it and he chucks it with such force that it's gone within a blink

The apple has signified Barbossa’s hunger throughout the movie and continues up till his death. It’s the first thing we see him eat in Dead Man’s Chest - it’s his semblance of humanity, his pleasure, his lust, his thirst. It tells him he’s alive and so for to contemplate the one Jack took a bite of specifically before hucking it as far from himself as possible? Well how else do you expect me to read this really

This look right here, as he sees them lower the starboard anchor, trying to pull of a move as daft as Jack...so many emotions behind just a look. And all the while he's petting Jack the Monkey with softness and affection, the same as he has all movie. I have thoughts about that but we'll get to them in a bit

This is def smth Jack has pulled multiple times in the past for Barbossa to A) know immediately what it is and B) alread have a counter measure for it ("Hard-a-port, rack the starboard oars"). I say that this must be something Jack has done because when Elizabeth proposes it Anamaria says she's daft and Gibbs replies "Daft as Jack!"

No comment just wanted to post this funny moment and the badassery of Barbossa standing unmoved as the Interceptor’s masts fall to either side of him

Parallel to when Barbossa grabbed Bo'sun's wrist for slapping Elizabeth and here Jack is doing it to stop someone attacking her again. Notice they both had the same hard grip and no-bullshit expressions :)

A couple of things here: 1) Jack really is just like a monkey, no wonder one is named after him. 2) all the passive aggressive micro expressions again! Like Jack's squinted smile after "We named the monkey Jack" and 3) why you naming he monkey you love and adore and show so much affection for after the man you betrayed and marooned Barbossa, that's kind of gay of you Barbossa, almost like you were in love with Jack Sparrow himself hmmmm

"Gents! Our hope is restored!" and more of Jack's micro expressions. The sheer pain displayed here he's so pissed off right now

Sparbossa core is being in sync with head turns

Jack is practically on his knees begging Will not to fuck up and so of course Will immediately fucks up. Barbossa has no clue who he is and honestly I think the only reason he doesn't just let Will do it is a mix of bafflement at the this boy and also because he was looking over at Jack here and saw Jack's response to this and it caught his attention

Jack: spewing out whatever bullshit he can think of Barbossa, knowing he's floundering: uh huh. sure. I bet he is

Notice how Barbossa's eyes move to Jack here, more of those important micro expressions I keep telling you about! Because now he knows what Jack was doing now he knows all of what Jack's plan was and Jack just. Slinks off to the side because haha yeah he's fucked

(Jack Voice) please save me I don't wanna be here with my ex anymore actually

Count how many times Jack looks murderous towards Will in this movie I dare you

And now Barbossa holds literally every fucking card on the table. Gotta be careful with your words Will you're dealing with pirates now and this one ain't as nice to you as Jack was

Jack in the background looking at this island like "ah shit here we go again." And then Barbossa says, "Don't impugn me honour boy!" and oooohhhh Jack's look of murder here

Top 10 Barbossa moments

I just wanted to point out that Koehler and Twigg are always together in this movie. Shame Koehler dies when the curse is lifted

It looks like Jack is repeating his "I always liked you" line to Twigg in the back here. I'm not very good at lip reading though so it could be anything but either way Twigg is taking it better than Koehler did

Trying real hard not to get thrown off again! This hurts just a little though because Koehler and Twigg do look like they were having a nice time with Jack in whatever they were doing back here

There's no hetero explanation for the way Barbossa enunciates Jack's name all the time. How he lengthens the 'a' and makes it all soft but harshens the 'k'. And the tender gaze he gives Jack, the arm around the shoulder as he points out the island... fellas this is a lot to digest I'm just saying

God but I do adore a petty queer pirate

The little squint as he brings up the rules of the code - that a marooned pirate be left with one shot in his pistol and Barbossa's aggravation at it, that constant push and pull between them. Simply unmatched

Barbossa knows Jack too well for this to work. It’s truly astounding how even after ten years these two still read eachother like clockwork

He know that Jack will dive in for the pistol, if nothing else. You can see the crazed obssession on Jack's face again and the disdain on Barbossa's in the back

That feeling when your ex takes your ship in the divorce twice

[bratkook]

one chance. (m) knj. teaser.

pairing. flash!namjoon x reader genre. fluff, angst, smut, superhero!au word count. approx 20k warnings. light hearted, some fighting (not graphic), mentions of character death (also not graphic...or permanent), mutual pining, namjoon is an adorably sweet dork !! smut: tbd as i write! but ofc filthy summary. namjoon knows he only has one chance to go back and make things right, but is he prepared to live with the potential consequences that his actions could cause? note. this was going to be part of a bts super hero collab that fell through (& i hope the author’s involved still post their fics) i’m about halfway through writing it and hope this will give me the motivation to finish it lmao. i might do a tag list if anyone is interested?? lmk muah.

The searing pain is felt before Namjoon even hits the floor, shooting down his fingertips when he attempts to move them, making his shoulder ache with each breath he takes. The plastic drums he had just collided into—an impact at a speed they weren’t designed to withhold—lay tattered in bits and chunks all around him, cold water that would typically be held inside them now spilled out and soaking into his suit. 

A hiss escapes his lips as he remains on the wet floor, already hearing the rushing footsteps approaching him. “It’s broken!” he shouts out, wincing when he once again attempts to move his arm. “Why isn’t it healing if it’s broken?”

When you and Hoseok finally reach him, you breathe a sigh of relief. From the absolute chaos his crash had caused, you were expecting to see him a lot more battered and bruised. Instead he lay on his side, hand gently cradling his aching shoulder with a grimace on his face. 

“Holy shit, that was awesome.” Hoseok barely spares a glance at Namjoon, overstepping him to assess the damage caused, tapping away at the screen of his tablet as he does so, checking the speed data he had captured. 

“You told me these would hold,” Namjoon grumbles, foot kicking a nearby scrap of plastic, another groan leaving him when his shoulder throbs. 

“That was just a guess.” Hoseok brushes him off, continuing to type away as he circles the crash scene. He only approaches Namjoon to pluck the Go-pro off his head, pocketing it with a sheepish smile on his face. 

With a subtle eye roll, you’re crouching down to meet Namjoon’s body, hands gently reaching out to see what the problem was. He lets his hand fall from it’s protective position, eyes squeezing shut as he waits for the burst of pain to come, jaw clenching when your fingers press along his shoulder, clearly feeling the way it had popped out of place. 

“It’s not healing because it’s not broken.” Namjoon finally opens his eyes now, peering up at you and gulping when he realizes just how close you are. He can clearly see the worry in your eyes as you try to see just how bad it is, a crease between your brows that he wants to rub out with the pad of his thumb, small frown on your lips that only makes him feel worse for going against your warning of this being a bad idea. 

A small huff spills from your lips once you realize you won’t be able to help him until you’re back at the lab without this suit—a suit that Hoseok calls his pride and joy—covering him up. “It’s dislocated. You probably tore some ligaments and tendons, but those will heal up just fine once we pop it back into place.”

“Wait, is that gonna hurt?” he whines out, huffing out the strands of his brown hair that had fallen over his face and gasping in pain when you purposely prod at the swollen joint with a small glare. 

“I’ll make sure it does so you remember to never go against my warnings.”

“Oh god, you’re doing this on purpose!” Namjoon yells, sat on the cold chair, knees pulled up as he braces for the pain. 

“I told you I was,” you smirk, extending his arm out, hands placed against his palm with the other on his trap muscle to get a good grip. The loose threads of his suit tickle his skin, a product of you cutting the fabric to double check that the only thing wrong was in fact his dislocated shoulder. 

Did you actually have to cut it? No. This was just your childish way of getting back at Hoseok for convincing Namjoon to do this. 

The grimace never leaves his face as you stretch the limb out, twisting it slowly to the right angle before pulling back with a slight pop once it settles back into its rightful spot. 

He feels the relief instantly, tense muscles relaxing as he sags back into the chair, face no longer contorted in pain when you gently lower his arm. Namjoon swears he’s never felt better, already able to lift his arms as if nothing ever happened, the torn tendons quickly repaired and back to normal thanks to his regenerative ability.  

“Good to go. If you pop it out of place again you’re gonna have to do it yourself.”

“Yeah right. I’ll just have Hoseok do it for me.”

Right on cue, a crash sounds out behind you, followed by a shout and an apology as Hoseok picks up whatever gadget he was currently working on. 

“You sure about that?” you question with a smug smile, crossing your arms under your chest as you step back. As smart and helpful as Hoseok was, his mind was far too focused on the technology surrounding him. If Namjoon seriously injured himself, the only person who would know what to do, was you. 

He knew this, and sometimes he liked that fact, not opposed to the way you’d constantly worry about him—totally choosing to ignore the reason why you did so was because it was your job. That tiny factor in the equation was tucked into the back of his mind. His small crush was innocent, and if looking forward to seeing what color lipstick you’d wear that day helped him deal with getting poked, questioned, and forced to run on a treadmill to document his speed, then that's fine by him. 

“I won’t dislocate my shoulder again. I promise.” 

Something about the smile on his face does nothing to ease your worry, and as Hoseok emerges from his room with a giddy laugh, you feel the need to pry. 

“What the hell were you trying to do anyway?”

“I think we’re close!” Hoseok announces, your question being brushed aside as he thrusts his tablet into Namjoon’s now fully mobile arms. The only thing lighting up the screen is a skew of numbers along with a diagram and some fancy looking animated figure that slightly resembled himself. It meant nothing to Namjoon so he doesn’t bother trying to decipher it, looking back up at Hoseok with a confused expression. 

“I don’t think me making those plastic drums explode got us any closer.” A small shiver courses through him as he recalls the pain from his shoulder once more. 

“Oh yeah, that was pointless. But I think I figured out another way.” Hoseok grabs the tablet once more, tapping a few more times before another animation fills the screen. Peering over his shoulder you spot what it is, a golden animation of what looks to be a treadmill, swirls flowing on either side of them that you believe to represent wind. 

“Another way for what?” You question again, not liking the sly look on Hoseok’s face. 

“Time travel.” He says it so casually, not even sparing you a glance as he flips the tablet over to show Namjoon. 

That wasn’t what you were expecting. When you had walked in on Hoseok pitching the idea to Namjoon, wanting to document his full speed, push it further to see what more he was capable of, you thought it was just to gather information to help when it came to figuring out a plan of action the next time a meta-human decided to torment the city. 

“Time travel?” you repeat, a displeased look on your face that Namjoon spots instantly. The small wrinkle between your brows is back and he can’t even allow himself to find it adorable because the small glare you were giving Hoseok changes course and stares directly at him. 

“Yeah,” he quietly admits, pressing his lips together gently. His saving grace comes in the form of his phone ringing loudly, cutting through the tense silence and making him jolt in his seat, hands fumbling for the device.

He has never been more thankful to get a call from work, your scolding being directed at Hoseok now, but Namjoon can hear it through his current conversation. The worried tone in your voice is clear as you question Hoseok’s sanity, stating how dangerous time travel could be in the grand scheme of things. Hoseok can only stumble over his words, flustered at being on the receiving end of your lecture. 

Namjoon ends the phone call right on time to hear you shout, “Are you trying to start World War three?!”

“I gotta go…” he whispers, slowly sliding off the chair trying to be as quiet as possible, hoping he wouldn’t be detected. But before he can flash out of there, you’re looking at him again. 

“Not so fast.” He freezes instantly, hands lifted up in front of him. “We’re not done talking about this—“

“I know, but I gotta go. I do have an actual job after all.”

Hoseok glares at Namjoon, “So you’re gonna leave me here to get yelled at...alone?”

Namjoon gives him a guilty smile, shrugging and mumbling out a quick apology before bolting out of there—literally. Your hair flows up at the speed, Hoseok’s shirt flapping wildly, and nearby documents scatter around from the gust of air he had caused. The only thing left behind is the red suit draped across the chair he had been sitting on, flashing out of it and into his regular clothes before leaving to work. 

“What was the Gopro for?” you question. As much as you didn’t like the idea of time travel, you were slightly curious about the entire situation. 

“Just thought it’d be sick to film it. Like imagine if it actually works and we have solid proof?” Hoseok’s eyes glimmer at the prospect of it all, tapping at the screen to replay the footage captured earlier. The two of you have front row seats of Namjoon’s earlier crash, and seeing the chaos along with hearing Namjoon’s grunts of pain a second time makes you glare at Hoseok once again. 

You reach forward and grab the discarded red suit from the chair, balling it up and tossing it at Hoseok’s face. “Patch it up. I had to rip the sleeve to properly see his shoulder.”

He whines loudly as he peels the material off of his face, fingers clutching the precious suit and gasping when he spots the torn area. “You monster!”

[liffy-feelin-jiffy]

Ladies and gentlemen… Tonight, I bring you-

✨🌟MARX HEADCANNONS💫⭐️

Gremlin

Bipolar - One moment he’ll go from growling or cursing someone off to smiling and acting normal before a minute passes. He also tends to have random moments of fear and nervousness before he starts feeling back to normal. He believes that it’s the lingering aftermath effects of his soul form, which is when it started happening.

Has elf ears (IN HIS ANTHRO FORM PLEASE LETS NOT IMAGINE A GRAPE LOOKIN BABY YODA WITH WIDE EYES AND VAMPIRE TEETH)

He’s very creative. If he’s stuck at a bump in the road, he’ll find his way around it in the most peculiar ways you could ever think of (that was a metaphor)

He considers himself straight (heterosexual) he never really experienced attraction toward men, and since Kirby is Non binary and asexual, it still counts to him as hetero

Doesn’t mean he hasn’t kissed a dude before

He doesn’t like talking about it, and he’ll probably rip your head off if you mention it to him in even the slightest way

Prosthetic arms. Magolor made them for him. He covers them with rubber gloves so nobody notices from afar. You’d have to touch his bare arms to really notice, and even then he wouldn’t want you doing that to specifically feel his arms. (He’ll most likely take away your arm privileges)

He spends his free time juggling, blowing up his beach balls, face painting, setting up devious pranks, and other jester things

Prank lord. He commits devious licks with Magolor aaaall the time. It’s only occasional for him to ever go too far, and even then the damage can be easily mended to

One time however, nearly ended with Meta Knight’s Galaxia in his throat (note to self: don’t ever try to leave a banana peel in his unauthorized wake)

He ain’t a clown, for he is the entire circus

He tries to be the big spoon in the relationship, but Kirby always weaves around and Marx always ends up being the wife of the pair

He’s head over heels for roses, especially the red ones. He gives them to Kirby a lot, but he lights up like a firework whenever Kirby (or anyone special) gets them for him

Experienced in flirting. Although, instead of cringey, cheesy flirts, he mostly relies on comedic pick up lines that’ll make your funny bone tingle

Ain’t no ladies man, that’s for sure, but he’s a total bro and can get along with almost anyone, despite coming off as annoying, wild, and unsettling or even Jack-wild crazy

When you’re feeling down, he’ll tell you a friendly joke or two. If that doesn’t work, then he’ll offer you a rose or maybe buy you an ice cream, and another for himself because: “guess what m8 I want ice cream too”

He gets a little agitated and a teeny bit aggressive when he’s hungry. Remember, he’ll be your best friend if you keep him well fed!

When he gets agitated or nervous, his eyes start twitching or he fiddles his fingers. It’s not too bad to where it’s aggravating but it’s still noticeable. It’s because of this that he’s usually bad at hiding his nervousness or fear

He has a few issues with his parents. They never abused, neglected him or anything like that , but they isolated him during his early childhood because of how naive they always were of the world. They’re a couple of pussies, you see. He grew up with no friends - except for Gryll, but even then she turned out to be a bitch later on, sooo…

Despite that, he still wants to see his parents again and see how they’re doing. But he’s never been able to find them.

His childhood trauma (isolation) is why he has a few flaws in communication, and can come off as off putting and morbid-humored when you first meet him.

A lot of his jokes are morbid and he uses them as a shitty coping mechanism. Even though early isolation didn’t really scar him, his past relationship with Gryll sure did.

Someone get this dude therapy

Like, he’s only fucking 17 Jesus Christ almighty

And 5,6 feet lol

Some of his jokes are ass-aching hilarious tho lmao

He speaks Spanish very fluently. Meta Knight had to do a double take when he heard the jester say it. Marx also knows a bit of Italian, and he maybe accidentally summoned a demon back when was still learning how to speak it. Mario and Luigi also had to do a double take upon finding out his multi language skills during smash bros

He first fought Kirby when he was like 11 years old and returned to Popstar when he was like 16, about 5 months before Kirby Star Allies took place

He lives with Magolor in the Lor Starcutter

He’ll probably start laughing in inappropriate situations until he realizes, yeah, it’s not a joke

He works at castle Dedede as both a jester, psychological warfare, and as one of the strongest forms of security in castle Dedede (they only use him in a last effort situation, so if they need him they’ll be like “RELEASE THE JESTER!”)

He’s strong af - not physically but magically; his skills have to be put to good use after all

There are some people who rumor him to be a psychopath. While some of his companions find it to be insulting and rude, Marx just laughs it off. Him? Psychopath? Bitch please. Wait till you here about his ex!

The communists jokes are getting a liiiittle bland. No, seriously, he’s THIS close to fucking strangling the bright sunny day out of somebody if he hears someone call him a commie one more time.

His last ex was Gryll. His ex before that, Meredith - Magolor’s younger and only sister. Unlike Gryll, Meredith provided Marx a much healthier relationship and a means of support. And even if they’re not in love anymore, they’re still close friends and they trust each other a whole lot

He loves kids. He’s a natural with em, yknow? He’ll entertain them by doing tricks, imitating and doing impressions of popular children’s mascots, and sometimes he’ll even have candy for them! Some may think it’s because he’s a jester, and because of that he’s supposed to tolerate children and shit, but it’s mostly because of the fact that he’s fond of their childlike wonder and enthusiasm, as he had barely as a kid himself due to having no friends and was always spoon fed a darker perspective of the world by his parents

Don’t worry, he’s a trustworthy guy around them. In fact, he also acts like their body guard a lot. Once he chased off a seedy prick who was acting suspicious towards a kid. Promise you this: Marx let that shithead off easy.

If you’re dating him (or just normal friends with him) he’ll get very physically affectionate. He’ll hold your hand, either give or get piggy back rides, give you right hugs, and sometimes even forehead kisses when he’s really happy or if you're feeling down. Return that forehead kissy back, you monster >:C

Flexible. af. Does this hoe even have a spine? Like, seriously, what he’s able to stunt on the yoga mat looks like something straight out of a horror movie. Jesus Christ. He should probably audition for one since he also likes acting and theatrical drama performance

He can get a little out of hand when he’s mad. He gets very aggressive, sadistic, and you’re gonna have to hold him back or calm him down, else you’re gonna have to bury someone 6 feet under. If you haven’t taken a guess, then it’s the aftermath effects of his soul form.

Other after effects include: sudden fidgeting, random and unexpected outbursts that last for only about a millisecond or two, sudden fits of giggling or grinning from ear to ear for no genuine reason, sudden aches and dull pains, and his mind just rebooting on him and leaving him confused.

Speaking of soul form, he can still do that scream he did when he was defeated by Kirby. He’d only use it for a war cry and a last resort to call for help. He can also still do the split-in-half technique; he does it during major performances a lot. He tries not to do it whenever Kirby’s around because he’s aware of the trauma he inflicted on ya boi

He can’t stay still for a second. If you’re able to keep him still for longer than a minute, he’ll be sure to get visibly impatient

May know about a prestigious, French accented dimension hopping magician, a chaotic carousel jokester who’s been behind bars and is also bipolar, a stretchy limb - gothic makeup having ass pink chick with pigtails, a sexually attractive robot imp from hell, another pink lady with tons of regret and trauma and has a major baking and party throwing hobby, and a young girl whose names starts with “screw” and ends with “ball”

Smells like a salted pastry

Because he loves pastries, and sweets, and food!

Vampire teeth

(I wrote this within a google doc instead of just blindly typing it out on here like I did with Magolor’s. Therefore, I gonna use the same tactic with every other headcannon sheet I do. Thank you all for reading this!)

[homesickhalfling]

Barry S3 E2 - my thoughts as the episode aired. What do they call that? Live blogging? Whatever I'll put it under a cut to spare you

- wow he's so hot just leaning there fuck

- title card cut always makes me laugh

- THE COOLEST GIRL IN THE WORLD ♡ Elsie Fisher!

- "people don't argue in perfectly scripted arguments"

- the music changes when he enters the room. There's like a dull hum when he's there

- A PURPOSE

- oh my god the editing is great in this show. The slow pull and one sided perspective of this conversation.

- Pacing. Cinematography. Writing. Timing. THIS IS HOW YOU MAKE A SHOW

- the head hitting again!

- yelling 😳😨 but 🥵😏

- Bill is such a FUCKING GREAT ACTOR

- the hypocrisy of her lie grows. She is writing about standing up to her abuser and getting out from under it (which was a lie) but now its clear to everyone that she never really did get out from under it because she's still being abused

- those poor girls are traumatized

- the door unlocking thing, so funny! How smart the way he sneaks in these organically funny moments into such serious ones

- Barry yelling at Cousineau in the trunk so plainly in front of the security guard that can clearly see there's no one else in the car so he is either (1) crazy and yelling to himself or (2) there's someone in the fuckin trunk???

- skinny papa moment- I've definitely had this moment in real life lmao

- the mug hehe such a tough crime boss drinking out of this silly mug

- you actually can report that to HR! You should! Domestic abuse partners showing up at work has killed many people (like that nurse a few years back) it still falls under workplace violence and harassment

- "You're a bad actor Mr cousineau" LOL

- "literally the worst date ever. I'm not exaggerating this time.. No look, he ordered MILK with dinner!" Fucking KILLED ME

- Africa by Toto again

- aww farmers market and sangria so gay

- Luke and Lorelai!!

- OMG CAITLYN RILEY HEY GIRRRRL!! I AM SO PROUD OF YOU Holy shit

- D'Arcy Carden is so freaking cute 😍

- Barry flipping the script and using Cousineau's speech in his audition... wow

- "everyone deserves a second chance" 💔

- there's a lighthouse on Hanks hand (OFMD brain kicks in)

- "wait are you breaking up with me?" Nnooooo! Hes saying I love you!! Hes saying I love you too much to bear the thought of your death and I need you to live, which is why I have to leave. Amaaaazing heartwrenching writing.

- the extended sound effects as he leaves omg omg so good, way to make me laugh when I'm down

- more Metallica

- the plot exposition in this show is so *chefs kiss* my favourite thing about Barry is it never underestimates the audience. (Its so fucking meta and self aware) the show presents itself to a smart viewer who can glean the story development through the details in set dressing, blocking, lighting, sound, cinematography. It all works to tell the story so perfectly and doesn't try to hammer in the dumb shit we can know just from visual queues with bogged down or overdone dialogue.

- this phone call where she's apologizing after he yelled at her (1) and he's just acting like nothing even happened (2) is a very real (and again wildly self aware and meta) depiction of what an abusive and unhealthy relationship is like! She's stuck doing everything she can (making him dinner, putting on his fav music, buying him a new controller, saying she wants to hear that he's happy) just to placate this damaged man to try and keep his wrath away. This poor girl is just like me... can't keep herself away from damaged men.

-also the writing of her character to always think of herself first in every single scenario is just very organic and consistent and you'd barely notice it if she wasn't so goddam annoying

- Wilhelm scream!!!! YES BILL

- "I don't understandwhy you're leaving me" "you have too many dogs." With the visual gag of all the dogs chasing Cousineau in the background 🤣 (counted over 20 btw)

- "little girl" dude she's literally a grown ass adult

- crazy homeless man

- does he think he's dead? Omg the dog

- OMG BARRY'S THERE "we both committed a little too hard " omg omg so good omg scary 😭 scary smart and hot 🥵👌

- the seat pat!! I am delighted every second of this show

- "can you say it?" 😫 he is so broken omg that is terrifying

- *IMMEDIATELY RESTARTS EPISODE*

- "I swear on Janice's soul not to say a word to anyone".. and then he does!?!? to literally the first person he sees!!! Did she mean nothing to you? Wow

[nulfaga]

19 20 25 for the meta writing asks 👀👉👈

19. Is there something you always find yourself repeating in your writing? (favourite verb, something you describe ‘too often’, trope you can’t get enough of?)

i must have said this before but like. hair as a vector for contention & change & love. for example (in no particular order) gemile's haircut triggering the final row between her and j'hani; her hair going white on the trip to morrowind; gold leaf moor's custom that the sons of a deceased father shave their heads and the daughters wear their hair loose (& lavinia getting tatianus to shave her head anyway); on the 2 occasions gem sees j'hani again after a long separation, she immediately points out that his hair is longer; ria being constantly identified by her hair ("fine", "silky", "golden", because it's so starkly different from gem's) etc etc etc

honorable mention to tatianus' 250-year psychological struggle with the length of his hair ("the inevitable 'a haircut would do you a world of good, my boy'"; "stop this nonsense and come home, would you please? Have you thought of cutting your hair, Tatianus Marcianus?")

there's definitely other stuff that comes back in my writing but it's all generic. like home belonging identity family etc etc cry me a river

20. Tell us the meta about your writing that you really want to ramble to people about (symbolism you’ve included, character or relationship development that you love, hidden references, callbacks or clues for future scenes?)

i feel like i post a lot of meta chatter in general LMAO so instead here's a tidbit from true gold: the 2 animorphs references

1) 3E 393, sun's dawn 1: two argonian bit characters named Ket and Jara(-Tei), after the animorphs hork-bajir couple Ket Halpak and Jara Hamee :^)

2) 4E 1, morningstar 21: this barely counts but the "Various Exploits of Casim Concori" -- a series of shitty dime novels, orpheus mentions having kept all 54 of them on a shelf in his apartment. there are 54 mainline entries in the animorphs series </3

25. What part of writing is the most fun?

i have no original answer to this </33 just like. when the words go in the shape that you want them to go. like normally it feels like fishing the right words out of a very fast river and your only tool is a teaspoon BUT SOMETIMES.......you have a tablespoon. or a ladle, even.