#umbrella scene salt

[stormiclown]

Marion Dupain-Cheng: Ice Cold

This is a Genderbent AU because there is not enough of creative stuff about Male Marinette. So we know the umbrella scene where Adrien basically pulls his “sad boy” card to make Marinette feel bad for him? Realistically, she shouldn’t have fallen in love with him just like that. I think she should have been wary of him because of his association with Chloe or outright hate him after he scolded her for being happy that Chloe was leaving. Or in ’Bubbler’ when all he cared about was having a party and not that adults we’re literally being launched into the sky. Or in ‘Despair Bear’ after a day of forced niceties he laughed when Chloe insulted Mylene’s macaroons. Long story short, Marinette shouldn’t have tolerated Adrien for as long as she did much less have a crush on him. If she did, it should’ve been obliterated by now. (This is a Drabble)

When Adrianne apologizes and hands Marion her umbrella, he takes it and thanks her but doesn’t smile at her because something wasn’t adding up. He walks away through the rain, thinking about what Adrianne told him of her lack of human interaction.

“At least she has a shred of human decency, for now,” Marion says to himself. He made a mental note to carefully analyze Adrianne‘s interactions with her classmates more closely. She just rubbed him the wrong way.

Marion knows she’s famous and despite her claims against it, being a model requires a lot of human interaction with fellow models, make artists, stylists, and managers as well as lessons about the social world and sexual harassment. No matter how much Adrianne declares she’s sheltered. He knows the truth.

He comes to two conclusions.

Either Adrianne was lying to their faces in order to make friends or she doesn’t want friends and just people who seek her out and like her with having to do anything.

Whichever one it was they both involved lying and manipulation. After dealing with Chloe’s bullying and Bustier’s gaslighting for so many years, Marion can spot a liar a mile away.

That’s when decides not to interact with or speak with Adrianne unless it was absolutely necessary.

After all, Marion Dupain-Cheng couldn’t stand liars or hypocrites. Right Tikki? (Tikki: You sure do)

And that’s what he does. He doesn’t speak to Adrianne unless, you know, someone’s in danger or dying which doesn’t happen very often.

It was Alya and Nino who noticed first. Alya, because she had seen the way Marion behave around Adrianne, even scowling at her at some point. Nino, because Adrianne had come to him once asking if Marion hated her.

So naturally, they spoke to their fashion designing best friend.

Alya: Hey Marion, is there a reason you act strangely around Adrianne?

Marion: I don’t act strangely around Ardrianne. I don’t even speak to her if I can avoid it.

Nino: That’s the thing dude. You avoid her and treat her like the plague. Do you have something against her?

Marion could see the underlying message in his oldest friend‘s eyes. He knew Nino was a nice guy and wanted everyone to get along, but this issue went deeper.

Alya: Is this about the gum incident? I thought she apologized for that.

Marion: Yeah, she did. After she told me that she doesn’t have any experience with people.

Nino: Poor dudette.

Marion: She‘s a model. She has obviously interacted its other people before. What she told me doesn’t make any sense.

Alya: Look, Marion. We can assume that Mr. Agreste is really controlling so she has trouble making friends. Can you please at least try for us?

After hearing about Adrianne’s over bearing father, Marion reluctantly extended an olive branch to the blonde girl, much to Chloe‘s ire.

Soon Adrianne’s birthday rolls around, Marion still makes her a scarf. He wasn’t a monster. He has no difficulty in handing it over to her, though Chloe shoves him out of the way and smothers Adrianne with hugs and a ‘Happy Birthday, Adrikins’.

When the Bubbler strikes, and Marion arrives to the “party” as Red Beetle, he sees everyone being forced to dance with forlorn expressions on their face as if they’d like to be anywhere else. Not that the hero could blame them.

Imagine his surprise to see Adrianne not only the sole aware person but also enjoying the party despite adults being launched into the sky. (Well plagg was the one to encourage it but she still shouldn’t have listened)

He promptly snapped that olive branch over his knee.

[miraculouscontent]

Hi, what’s this I’m hearing about Marinette’s trauma? I know of Chat Blanc and the various instances of the world embarrassing Marinette. But I see y’all talking about something to do with the ML bible? What trauma is y’all talking about?

I think it’d be nice to have all the details in one post, so yeah.

Essentially, the MLS5bible states that there’s a reason why Marinette stammers and gets freaked out so much around Adrien (page 4):

[B]ack in eighth grade, Marinette had a crush on Kim. But when she declared herself to him, she suffered a humiliation orchestrated by Chloe. Since then, she hasn’t been able to declare herself to anyone else, too afraid that she might experience the same nightmare again. Of course, she’s not aware of this until episode “Derision”.

Going to the synopsis of the mentioned episode, we can see exactly how bad they decide to make this problem for her (page 111):

Just as it seems like Marinette is finally about to have a normal date with Adrien, she strangely starts suffering from repeated panic attacks. She doesn’t understand why, and it’s starting to jeopardize her relationship with the one she [”””]loves[”””].

(yes I put those airquotes in because I won’t have that drivel on my blog without them)

So, they essentially brought in this plot point to “explain” her inability to be “normal” around Adrien. They also state that, even once she’s aware of this issue, it doesn’t particularly help her anyway (also page 4, literally right after the line I quoted there already):

But even once she knows about her problem, we’ll see that it doesn’t necessarily makes it any easier telling yourself that you love them!

(that’s a direct quote, by the way; the mistakes in it are actually in the bible)

Now, naturally the question then becomes “well, what’s the point of bringing in this plot point that has never been foreshadowed before, and did they really call it trauma?”

It’s explicitly called “trauma” here (page 41) where it describes what actually comes out of this whole thing:

When [Adrien] finds out that Chloe is the cause of Marinette’s trauma, which keeps her from telling Adrien how she feels, he tells Chloe that they will never be friends again.

So let me just break it down for you.

Marinette having crushed on Kim has never before been implied or stated.

The stammering Marinette does around Adrien is tied to actual trauma that’s now even giving her panic attacks.

Adrien “looking good” by telling Chloe that they’ll “never be friends again” (conveniently after he’s affected by Chloe’s actions since he has feelings for Marinette now and Marinette’s trauma is crippling their relationship) seems to be the main takeaway from this whole thing.

And last but not least, 4. This officially establishes that basically all of the jokes and humiliation Marinette has endured concerning Adrien (that the writers expected and intended for you to laugh at) was them mocking a girl who they are now admitting has trauma that caused these embarrassments for her in the first place.

TL;DR: It’s gross.

[parismystere]

i am very personally offended that the same music was played for the sweetest and most heartfelt and beautiful moment in the show...

and this absolute monstrosity that made me go on birth control

[eggrestes]

fort he record i still fucking hate all those adrien ‘marinette is just friend’ agreste jokes it will forever get on my nerves

[wandasdove]

— SALT WATER AND SWEET KISSES

Gif credits: @unreliablewitnessofmyexistence

Pairing(s): Wanda Maximoff x fem!reader

Summary: you are a lifeguard and whilst on shift you see a very hot woman laying underneath an umbrella. when she decides to ask you to suncream her back, you know you need to make her yours for the night.

Warnings: mentions of drinking but not by the main characters, strangers, very small sex scene that doesn’t go into much detail, making out, professor maximoff but not y/n’s professor.

Word count: 1467 words.

Author's Note: this is my first fanfic published on this account, everybody cheer!

Having been abandoned by Natasha after the cute girl from the surf shop texted her to "hang out," Y/N dragged herself down to the beach alone for her lifeguarding shift. Sure, she knew better than to let herself get too distracted with friends up in the chair, but it was nice to have someone to talk to during the quiet mornings at the end of the summer-the weeks when the senior citizens slowly reemerged to reclaim their beaches for early morning walks that could stretch on longer now that the surf no longer whisked giggling kids on boogie boards into their ankles.

So she climbed the ladder into the chair, peering through her binoculars at the beach, which was fairly empty, save for a few runners making their way across the sand and a handful of older couples walking up and down the shore, holding their shoes in their hands as the waves just barely trickled out to meet them. So far no one was out in the water-as she expected; the surfers hung out a few miles further north where the waves were a little better and there were no more piers jutting out into the water.

As the day wore on, she watched as a handful of people made their way down to the beach, easily setting up chairs and umbrellas in what would have been considered prime real estate just a few weeks prior. A group of college-aged students made their way out a little later in the day, but they stuck to the shallow water, tossing a football back and forth before settling into the sand with hoagies and bottles that Y/N assumed were likely spiked with something harder than the soda they were supposed to contain. But as long as they didn't get too out of hand or try to go swimming far out in the ocean, Y/N figured they weren't doing any harm.

It was around 11-right about the same time that Y/N was beginning to get impatient for shift change, even though she still had two hours to go-that Y/N attention was caught by a rather beautiful woman making her way down the beach, setting herself up close enough to the lifeguard stand that Y/N was able to resist the temptation to use her binoculars to get a better look. She watched as the woman shook out a towel, then set up an umbrella larger than her.

In all fairness, she did look rather pale... it would be a shame if any of that skin got burnt, Y/N reasoned.

Between glances at the water to see if anyone had ventured in beyond their knees, Y/N attention returned to the dirty blonde-haired beauty, who was now tucked under the shade of the umbrella reading some large book. Within minutes the woman seemed totally entranced with the book, and she reminded Y/N a bit of Natasha as she scribbled notes across the margins, sticking her pen between her lips whenever she took a break from writing.

When the woman suddenly looked up and toward the lifeguard stand, Y/N quickly turned her head in the opposite direction, surveying the completely empty waters with great focus.

Unwilling to risk being caught staring a second time, Y/N let her imagination take her away, conjuring up scenes of the woman coming over, maybe even asking her to rub some sunscreen into skin that looked like it would be perfectly smooth and soft to the touch. When her mind drifted just a little farther into that scene, puling up images of the woman's thighs wrapped around her head, Y/N forced herself to take a large drink of cool water and try to pay better attention to the tourists, even if they were doing absolutely nothing she could really police in any way.

Having grown weary of her textbook author's constant use of outdated research on quantum physics, Wanda finally tucked her book back into her bag, debating between pulling out the novel she'd picked up from a local bookstore or lying down on the blanket, maybe taking off her shirt to give the very sexy lifeguard a better view...

Figuring she'd behave for a little while longer - after all, she wouldn't want to distract the lifeguard, lest someone drown because of it— Wanda pulled out the novel from her bag, readjusting under the umbrella and looking up just in time to catch sight of the lifeguard looking at her and biting her lip. Of course, the woman proceeded to nearly throw herself back to the other side of the chair, her Y/C/H hair whipping in the breeze, and when she settled, she was still fidgeting slightly, pushing her sunglasses higher up her nose, then pulling out her binoculars to scan the distant seas, even though Wanda hadn't seen anyone out that far in over a week. Stifling a laugh, she sipped at her iced coffee and let herself get lost in the pages of her book for a while.

As she read, though, her attention kept drifting back to the lifeguard, back to the rather well-defined muscles she'd noticed, to thoughts of what those muscular arms might feel like wrapped around her, holding her up against a wall.. And she wasn't normally this distractible, but it had been a while, and sue her, this woman looked like a damn goddess and could probably fuck like one too. So, chancing the safety of the handful of people still left on the beach, Wanda stood up and stretched out, slowly and deliberately pulling her white shirt over her head as soon as the lifeguard's attention had returned to her, then shimmying out of her black shorts. Of course, she knew how likely it was that she would burn if she didn't use sunscreen. And it really wasn't her fault that the media had sexualised sun safety, making the simple act of rubbing lotion across her chest and shoulders into something erotic that may or may not be working to catch the Y/H/C’s attention.

Trying not to gawk, Y/N carefully peered over her sunglasses at the woman-now clad in only a small black bikini. She was even more gorgeous than Y/N had first suspected, and she couldn't keep her thoughts out of the gutter no matter how hard she tried. Watching the woman slowly working sunscreen across her chest and stomach, then down her thighs and legs, Y/N just barely fought the urge to bound down and offer to lend a helping hand. She checked her watch: 15 minutes left on her shift. Of course, she likely wouldn't do anything about it. She'd go home and tell Natasha all about it and listen as Natasha teased her for letting yet another cute beach patron leave without her ever having said anything. She could hear Natasha’s voice now:

"You're a lifeguard, Y/N! That's, like, the stuff of summer romance novels. You could totally get anyone you wanted."

Y/N attention was suddenly pulled back to the woman, now standing right in front of her.

"Excuse me," she repeated.

"Oh, shoot, I'm so sorry! Do you need help? Is someone drowning?" Y/N asked, already getting ready to jump out into the ocean to pull someone to safety.

"No, you're fine," the woman laughed, "though it's nice to know you're so ready and eager to save us."

"Right, yeah," Y/N agreed, chuckling nervously.

"Um, was there, uh, something I could help you with?"

"Well...I'm here all alone, and unfortunately I just can't seem to reach my back with the sunscreen. I know it's not quite at the level of a dramatic save, but you can think about it as saving my life forty or fifty years from now...you know, skin cancer and all."

Y/N grinned at the look of mock-seriousness on the woman's face. "Well, I get off in just ten more minutes. My shift, I mean!" she nearly yelled, blushing with embarrassment as she reconsidered her wording.

"Well I wouldn't have said anything.."

"Er, right, um, anyway, I could help you then? I just can't really leave the chair."

"I think I can stand to stay under the umbrella for ten more minutes -long as they might be," the woman teased. "I'll be waiting for you, then."

"Great, sounds good," Y/N nodded eagerly.

"Oh, I'm Y/N by the way."

"Wanda. Nice to meet you, Y/N." And right then and there, Y/N decided she never wanted to hear anyone else say her name ever again; something about the way this woman-Wanda-the way her voice dropped ever so slightly, the hint of an accent fighting to come through, the way one corner of her mouth turned up, like she was thinking about some secret Y/N just might have the privilege of being privy to if she stuck around long enough.

"I will, um, I'll see you over there, then?"

"Looking forward to it."

As Wanda smirked and spun, her hips swaying as she walked away, Y/N wondered if she'd even make it these last few minutes without spontaneously combusting. But soon enough, Maria was calling up to her to get down and enjoy her afternoon of freedom.

"How's it been?" Maria asked as she hoisted herself up into the chair.

"Eh, quiet. Pretty much no one is out in the water. Some of those guys are drinking, I think, but they've been behaving themselves."

"Sounds good. Nothing like these lazy late summer afternoons."

"Mhm. I, uh, I've got to go now, though."

"Got a hot date?" Maria teased, laughing as Y/N flushed a light pink.

"Um, I, uh, promised that woman over there that I'd put sunscreen on her back."

Maria spun all too obviously to look at the woman, nodding her approval at Y/N and cheerily waving at the woman whose attention had been drawn by all the motion. "She's hot."

"Yes, well, you're on shift now, so behave," Y/N instructed, sticking her tongue out at Maria before turning to walk over to Wanda.

"Yeah, yeah," Maria sighed. Then, a bit more loudly she called out: "Go get 'em, Romeo!"

Y/N froze, pursing her lips and scowling at Maria until the sound of Wanda’s lilting laugh rang out through the air, immediately pulling her attention back to the task at hand. "Hey, sorry ahout my friend she thinks she’s funny"

"It's quite alright. But now I need to ask: should I be calling you Romeo too?"

"No," Y/N shook her head, rubbing at the back of her neck. "Y/N is definitely fine."

"Alright then, Y/N," she nodded, handing over a tube of sunscreen and stretching out across her towel.

Fighting off what felt like an inevitable aneurism, Y/N managed to get sunscreen into her hands and kneel down next to Wanda. "Can I, uh, are you okay if I touch you?"

"I think it'd be pretty hard to apply sunscreen otherwise," Wanda teased.

"Right, yeah." And then Y/N let her hands meet skin that was even softer than she'd imagined, her fingers wrapping around smooth curves as she rubbed her way up the planes of Wanda’s back. Reluctantly, when every inch of skin had been thoroughly coated in sunscreen, she pulled back. "You're all set. So, enjoy your afternoon, I guess."

"Are you off duty now?" Wanda asked, hoping her voice didn't sound quite as shaky as she felt after having those strong hands all over her.

"I am," Y/N confirmed.

"Would you have any interest in keeping me company for a while? I've got a second towel in here somewhere."

"Oh? Yeah, yeah, that'd be nice." Y/N smiled as Wanda fished around in her bag for a towel, finally handing it over. "Thanks."

"Anytime. Well, just this week, I suppose, then I'm back to teaching grad school."

"Oh really? I've got three more weeks here, then I'm moving to New York to work at The Outset."

"Ah, Scarlett Johansson," Wanda chuckled. "Best of luck. What'll you be doing?"

"Um, working as her assistant," Y/N admitted, looking slightly sheepish after the way Wanda had pronounced the woman's name.

"Oh wow...I sure hope you're as strong as you look, but then again, I don't doubt it."

"Thanks," Y/N mumbled, feeling her cheeks heat up at the compliment. "Um, where do you teach?"

"UCLA" Wanda answered.

"Wow, so you must be crazy smart, huh?"

"If Scarlett Johansson trusts you enough to be her assistant, you're not exactly unintelligent yourself," Wanda countered, watching as Y/N shrugged even as the corners of her mouth turned up in a small smile. "Now, want to do a bit of sunbathing with me, or do you get too much of that at work?"

"Nah, it'll be nice to lay out in the sun without worrying about having to save a drowning child for a change." And then Y/N mouth went dry as Wanda flipped over onto her back, settling in and closing her eyes. "Right, yeah, relaxing," Y/N muttered to herself, flipping over onto her stomach to avoid the temptation to stay seated and just watch Wanda rest, maybe even pull out her sketchpad and immortalise those perfect features on paper

After several hours spent lounging on the beach and splashing in the water, Wanda had invited Y/N back over to the house she had rented for the week for dinner. A quick text to Natasha had revealed that she had made her way back over to another surfer's apartment and would be just fine without Y/N, so Y/N quickly agreed and followed Wanda back the few blocks to her place.

Y/N wasn't normally a one-night stand kind of woman- Natasha would teasingly point out that she was much more of a "pine from afar" kind of woman-but when Wanda had leaned across the table to wipe away the bit of whipped cream from the corner of Y/N’s mouth during dessert, Y/N decided it was probably worth trying to be that kind of woman. So she didn't blush and let her gaze fall to the table- well, she probably did blush, but she held eye contact, dammit.

Instead, she leaned in, meeting Wanda halfway in a kiss that had her seeing stars and willingly leaving behind half-eaten ice cream sundaes as Wanda took her hand and led her to the bedroom.

She groaned as Wanda pushed her into the wall, biting and sucking at her lower lip as her hands found their way to Y/N chest. "You good?" Wanda asked, her voice deep and husky.

"So good. You?"

"Definitely fine."

With a smile, Y/N easily hoisted Wanda up in her arms, spinning them around so that Wanda’s back was up against the wall as she kissed Wanda deeply letting her tongue flick across Wanda’s lips then dip into her mouth.

Wanda sighed; those strong arms were just as amazing as she had imagined, and being held in them was better than her fantasies. Of course, as the night wore on, she found that many things were better than her fantasies. And when she came for what had to have been the third or fourth time, her thighs wrapped around Y/N head and her fingers gripping at the sheets, her voice hoarse and her chest heaving, she decided that truly fantasies would never compare to this goddess in her bed.

When Y/N finally let her have a turn, let her lick and suck her way across her chest, feeling Y/N’s nipples harden beneath her lips, let her dip her fingers between Y/N’s legs, finding the woman dripping wet and perfectly responsive to her touch, Wanda stopped even trying to compare the experiences, letting herself get lost in the sounds of Y/N’s low moans as they filled the room, finally building to a crescendo as Wanda curled her fingers inside Y/N and brought her lips down around Y/N’s clit.

Sometime in the middle of the night, they finally collapsed into the mattress; apparently even Y/N’s perfectly defined muscles needed a break at a certain point. With her head resting on Y/N’s chest, Wanda felt Y/N’s words before she heard them. "I. uh. I don't normally do that..."

"Do what? Women?" she asked, hoping that wasn't the case— it certainly hadn't felt like the case.

"No! No, um, sleeping with someone right away. I just, I mean, I had a lot of fun. But I don't want you to think I was using you or something."

"It was fun, Y/N. It's allowed to just be fun. And if you want to have any more fun these last few days before I head back to UCLA, I'm more than happy to have you back over."

"Yeah? And maybe, I mean, obviously this isn't a long term thing, but maybe I could take you out for ice cream or something?"

Biting back a grin at just how sweet this woman was, Wanda nodded, knowing Y/N would feel it.

"I think that could be fun in its own way."

[imultimouse]

I never come on here, but I wanted to discuss something since I've seen a couple of salt posts discussing Adrien's "sudden" shift of feelings towards Marinette in season 5, and I don't think some of you are understanding the whole lovesquare arc. Adrien has ALWAYS loved Marinette, ever since the umbrella scene. His feelings gradually grew more and more, but since he had already taken interest in Ladybug, he suppressed those feelings. This was the whole point of the "just a friend" phase. It was DENIAL, not genuine disinterest. If you go back and rewatch the show from the beginning, you'd notice that Adrien unconsciously behaves in a way that makes his crush on Marinette obvious. Ex:

Feeling uncomfortable kissing Chloé in season 1, but feeling perfectly comfortable with Marinette.

The constant heart eyes we got throughout the show.

He carries her lucky charm with him all the time, and he even made a gift especially for her

He called her his "everyday Ladybug", which we all know how much that means coming from him.

Effortlessly dancing romantically with her, TWICE.

Etc, etc. Keeping all that in mind, what happened in Puppeteer 2 isn't when he started DEVELOPING feelings, it's when he started REALIZING those feelings. He said it himself, the way he reacted to her going ahead and kissing him shocked him. Not to mention that in Chat Blanc, he straight up told her in his confession that he had always felt this way, he just didn't understand what he felt.

All their interactions thus far had Marinette somehow friendzone their encounters, so Adrien never had the chance to think about his own feelings, except in Weredad, but he was too preoccupied with his intense feelings for Ladybug to notice. And it's because of that, that after Marinette kissed him, he started noticing the similarities between her and Ladybug, causing his feelings to grow even further.

"You remind me of the girl I love."

Then, he started paying more attention to her, and noticed how she always cheers him up and makes him laugh, and is always there for him when he needs her.

Finally, we reach the season 4 finale, and he realizes that Marinette truly understands him for who he is, not the image he kept up, and it's THEN that he fully realizes there is something there, but he is too confused to know for sure, which is directly supported by his confession in Chat Blanc.

That is when Determination comes into play, and Adrien finally realizes what the butterflies in his stomach meant this entire time. This is also why that every time he discovers Marinette is Ladybug, he is instantly relieved and overwhelmed with joy, because that makes the two people he loves the most one person, and there is no more dilemma in his heart.

So this is it, a summary of Adrien's development of his feelings towards Marinette, which also explains why it's so sincere from his end. It's not sudden for sure. Yeah, it could have been written a lot better, but what do we expect from MLB writers anyway? If you've made it this far, thank you for reading, and let me know what you think.

[sweetchildcloud]

hii. Okay so I'm kinda timid to ask for this request, but I'll just put it out here. If you don't want to do it it's totally fine and you can ignore this ask

I want to request a Nanami x reader fic where he has to do cpr on the reader. preferably female reader but gender neutral reader is totally fine as well. The angstier the better, but with a happy ending please

||Breathe || written by me

🔞 Nanami x reader| Minors DNI| TRIGGER WARNING 🔞

Tags:Cpr,angst,comfort,happy ending,disphoria,Nanami x fem!reader,night at the beach,drowning,fluff,cheesy

i'm no english native so sorry for some mistakes

please reblog 🔁 and like❤️

p.s.:hope you like with a tiny hint of body dhisporia

@muzansslxt

You walk towards Nanami kissing his cheek "can we go out for a coffe?"

Nanami gives you a small smile, gently brushing your hair aside "Of course, I would love to."

You purred against Nanami touch snuggling on his neck "buuut can we take it on the beach?" You asked making those puppy eyes

Nanami chuckles, running his fingers through your hair "To see the sunset, hm?" His voice grows softer, as if imagining the scene "We can take a walk through the sand, see the waves crash… Maybe see some stars as the night falls…"

You snuggle more into Nanami touch "Yes"

Nanami chuckles affectionately, wrapping his arms around you "I know just the spot…"

You snuggled more into Nanami chest purring and cooing

Nanami chuckles, gently playing with your hair "And afterwards we'll find somewhere private…"

Nanami chuckles again, holding you close "Where we can just… Lay down for a while…"

"Snuggling under the umbrella" you added cooing

Nanami chuckles "Mhm mhm… Let's just cuddle and watch the sun fade away together…"

𓇼𖦹 ⋆☀︎. 𖦹 𓇼𓇼𖦹 ⋆☀︎. 𖦹 𓇼𓇼𖦹 ⋆☀︎. 𖦹 𓇼𓇼𖦹 ⋆☀︎. 𖦹 𓇼𓇼𖦹 ⋆☀︎. 𖦹

The waves crash against the shore, the air carrying the salt of the sea and the summer breeze. Nanami holds you close to his chest as you walk down, the sky a mixture of pinks, reds, and purples. The sun slowly starts to dip behind the horizon, the sea becoming darker as the sky begins to turn. You make your way to a secluded spot away from the crowd, sand beneath your feet and only the gentle lapping of water surrounding you.

You were sitting on the beach towel looking at the waves but not daring to took away your cover up dress,too ashamed of your own body

Nanami sits next to you on the towel, watching the waves crash against the shore. He sighs softly as he gazes at the sea, lost in his thoughts. Then he glances at you "… You know I don't mind if you don't want to take off your cover up… There's no need to force yourself if you feel uncomfortable…"

Nanami sighs, noticing your discomfort, but knows better than to force anything on you, not wanting to makeyou feel even more uncomfortable. He wraps his arm around your shoulders, brushing the hair off your face "You're beautiful the way you are, you know that… Even in your cover up and all…"

"… Plus… It'll look pretty cool if you got a tan while still covered up…" Nanami chuckles softly, gently squeezing your shoulder

Nanami watches your every move as you let the waves splash against your body, your feet slowly sinking into the shallow water. He remains seated, taking in the sight before him, watching the sun dip below the horizon, painting the sky in shades of red and orange. The sky slowly begins to darken, the waves grow calm, and Nanami can see a plethora of stars beginning to dot the black sky.

"It's beautiful, isn't it?…" Nanami's voice breaks the silence, his words carried by the gentle breeze

"I've always found the ocean to be quite peaceful… In a sense, it's sort of a mirror to life… The waves crashing against the shore… Coming and going… And then there are nights like this, where the ocean is as still as a mirror, the sky above us reflecting the calmness and beauty of the universe itself…" Nanami's gaze is fixed on the sky above you cherishing it

"You know… I've always heard that the sea reflects the sky… So in a sense…" Nanami chuckles "It might as well be reflecting your beauty…"

"… You know… The ocean is a vast and endless place… And yet… No matter where you are, as long as you're looking at it… The view is always the same…" Nanami gently strokes your hair "Much like how I always view you… No matter how many times I look at you… I always see the same beautiful person…"

The peaceful scene of the ocean begins to distort, the waves crashing against the beach slowly morphing into a more aggressive tone. The calmness of the night is suddenly replaced by a frantic scene as Nanami's voice is drowned out by the sound of waves, replaced by cries and screams of despair. He is suddenly thrown into a scene of chaos, watching himself perform CPR as he desperately tries to save your life, desperately grasping onto any bit of hope.

Panicked screams and terrified shouting fill the air, tears and sweat dripping from his face as he presses frantically onto your chest . His heart pounding in his chest, he feels powerless, helpless. Every part of him is pleading and praying to any deity or being, begging for your life to be saved. He refuses to give up, even if he feels like it's a lost cause. He refuses to give up. He refuses. He will not lose you.

"Breathe, dammit! Breathe! Come on, please. Please, don't you dare leave me!" Nanami's voice is strained as he desperately gives you CPR.

And yet… The silence suddenly returns, the cries of desperation suddenly vanishing as the peaceful sight of the ocean returns. He feels… calm again. No longer frantic, he feels… a sense of relief wash over him, his arms no longer shaking. He can breathe. He's at peace. A peace that is suddenly interrupted by your gasping, pulling in a full breath of air. After a couple of seconds, your body begins to stir, coughing out the water that had remained in your lungs. Nanami's arms immediately clutch tightly around you as tears begin to stream down his face.

"Honey, can you hear me?…" *Nanami's voice shakes as he asks, fear still evident in his tone. He grips onto you tight, the sense of relief washing over him as he feels your body move, your chest heaving, breathing and coughing, alive once again.

"My God, you scared me to death, I thought I had lost you…" Nanami murmurs, his voice full of relief, hugging you tightly to his chest. Tears spill out of his eyes as his relief turns to joy. He holds you closer, desperate to make sure you're really alive, to make sure that this isn't just a figment of his imagination.

"I… I'm so sorry…" you mutter,your voice raspy and hoarse. You weakly grips onto Nanami as you're pulled in closer, your body trembling but slowly stabilises itself. Your eyes are half-lidded, barely staying open. Though you're conscious, you still seems to be in a daze.

Nanami holds you closer, gently brushing the hair out of your eyes. "Don't say sorry, shh…" He gently strokes your hair as he continues to hold you close "… I'm just… just glad you're alive…"

"I…" you continued to murmur, but Nanami cuts youoff, gently placing his finger against your lips "Don't say anything more… We can talk later, okay? Right now… all that matters is that you're alive.."

"Y-yeah…" you nods slowly, your eyes still half-lidded, your body still trembling but slowly getting better. You wrap your arms tightly around Nanami, holding him close as you buried your face into his chest. Nanami wraps his arms tightly around you, pulling you close and letting him hold you as tightly as he needs.

"what happend…i just remember you talking and then…"

"Shh, It's alright." Nanami says, gently wrapping his arms firmly around you as he brushes the hair out of your face "I-It was just a wave…. You just… You got caught up in the current… and got carried away…"

"… But your safe and alive now…" Nanami says, gently caressing your hair "and that's all that matters…"

"But what if I didn't make it?" you asked softly, fear still evident in your voice "What if you weren't there?…"

"But I was there." Nanami reassures you, running his fingers through your hair "And I would do anything to save someone I love… Especially you…"

"…" You still seems shaken by the event, but your grip around Nanami slowly loosens, slowly letting go as the adrenaline from earlier begins to wear off. Nanami continues to hold you close, gently strokingyour hair as tears of relief start to stream down his face.

"And I love you." Nanami sighs, looking at you in the eyes "More than anything… So don't ever forget that…"

"I love you too…" you said softly, your voice still raspy, your eyes barely opening. You lean your head against his shoulder, resting in Nanami's arms, exhausted and shaken from the experience.

"Let's just… relax here for a while… Maybe we can go back home in a while…" Nanami says, gently rubbing your back "I'll just.. let you rest…"

[swaps55]

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A while back I got this thing in my head that needed to exist, so I wrote it, even though the timeline is wrong and this scene kind of...can't exist. But I wanted it, so I wrote it, and since there is nothing to do with it but let it languish in my files, I'm gonna put it here.

We'll call it Jeremy Bearimy, because that's the only explanation I have for how this could work.

~

Ashley’s eyes snap open, heart beating in her throat, though she can’t remember why.

It’s warm, humid, salt hanging in the air. Shallow waves lap at her boots. Out on the horizon, the storm that’s been threatening ever since the Normandy landed on Virmire is finally clearing, and the Hoc star cuts one hell of a silhouette as it sinks behind the breaking clouds.

(things fall apart. the centre cannot hold.)

She wipes the corner of her mouth, expecting blood to be there, but her hand comes away clean.

Wait a damn minute. Where the fuck is her helmet?  

She’s supposed to be in combat armor. Alenko checked every piece of plating on her Colossus suit himself before she climbed in the Mako; she remembers, because he gave her shit over her neon green boots again, joking that she should just toss them out the airlock and wear the Colossus boots with her uniform instead.

She’s back in the damn green boots. And her BDUs. 

A lance of pain cuts through her side, and she hisses through her teeth. But there’s nothing there. No breach in the hardsuit she isn’t wearing, no tear in her uniform. No slab of medigel stuck to her skin.

“You look lost,” a voice says.

Ashley turns with a start, reaching for a gun that isn’t there – where the fuck is her rifle – to find an unfamiliar marine with a southern drawl wearing Alliance fatigues and a thick mop of dark hair sitting at a table, sipping a cocktail with a paper umbrella stuck in it.

“What the fuck is happening right now?” she demands, crossing her arms defiantly across her chest. If she can’t shoot him, she might as well look like she can.

He pushes a second chair out with a foot, a grin on his face that could charm a krogan. “Have a seat. Got a full bar. Figured you’d need a drink.”

“Who the hell are you? Where’s Shepard? Where’s Alenko?” She tightens her arms around herself, unease knotting deep in her gut. “We were…” She shakes her head, trying to remember. “It was important. Alenko was in trouble.”

The grin softens into a wistful smile. “Yeah. I know. But he’s all right. Or will be, I think. Sit down. You’ve earned it. I’d really like the company, to be honest. My name’s Clay Beaudoin, and I think we have a lot to talk about.”   

[kaija-rayne-author]

Is Solas neurodivergent?

Of course, unless Weekes confirms one way or another, we'll never actually know. But I'd like to point out a few things.

Firstly. I'm autistic/ADHD, so are my kids and I've been an advocate for invisible disabilities, especially those two, for almost a decade now.

I offer an option on my Patreon for parents (or even just people) who need or want advice.

I have a little bit of a clue here. (More like a massive clue by nuke, but I digress 🤣.)

Why I code Solas from Dragon Age: Inquisition as neurodivergent.

1. Mentally ill fits under the neurodivergent (ND) umbrella. There's no way on Thedas that Solas isn't mentally ill.

(Yes, it really does fit. I'm not going to entertain arguments on the topic. It originally meant 'autistic' it no longer means that and hasn't for a long while. Neurodivergent brains = brains that work in any way other than 'the average'.) The antonym is Neurotypical. I tend to abbreviate them. Neurodivergent = ND, Neurotypical = NT.

At the very least, he likely has survivor syndrome. I'd wager on Depression and CPTSD too. (I have these conditions and am comfortable with saying he has a lot of the traits.) The guy was the leader of an enslaved elves rebellion and a war against the Evanuris. In his own words, he got his hands bloody.

No matter who you are, violence, whether you're the perpetrator or the victim, causes trauma to the psyche. And it went on for actual ages. An Age, in The Dragon Age franchise, is considered to be 100 years, so for hundreds of years, if not thousands, this dude has been fighting. Humans can get CPTSD just from a bad childhood. There's no way he hasn't developed it too.

Survivor syndrome is the response of a person when they believe they have done something wrong by surviving a traumatic event when others did not, often feeling self-guilt. (Can we classify Solas clearly with this? Yes, yes we can.)

He wakes up in a world so horrific to him that he can't even conceive of the people as people.

That's a type of disassociation, which is a symptom of many mental illnesses. Depression is the most obvious. He fucked up, he knows it, he's now trapped in a hellscape. (Heeee, we're all trapped in a dystopian hellscape right now and Depression is on the rise, the correlation is there.)

Disassociation is feeling disconnected from yourself and/or the world around you. For example, you may feel detached from your body or feel as though the world around you is unreal.

There could be a few other things there. He'd be a classic case for Disassociative Identity Disorder, for instance, but given the shit rep on the topic, I'm not going there.

2. ADHD

ADHD is still not very well understood by the average person. Sometimes people think it means we can't hold still. But a lot of the time, the H-Hyperactivity portion is only evident in our brains. For me, for instance, I have to constantly be feeding my brain written stuff or I get very antsy and uncomfortable. (ADD no longer exists, we're all ADHD now.) It's why i developed the habit of reading encyclopedias for fun. (Yes, I really do this.)

Solas is constantly reading, or studying, or thinking.

He shows a pretty typical type of temper for an ADHDer several times. Our tempers can be hot, flaring up suddenly for seemingly unexpected reasons. He absolutely does that. Now, there's always a reason for it, but few people on the outside of us will be aware of whatever the issue is.

ADHDers can also experience incredibly fast (compared to neurotypicals) shifts in emotion. Solas does this. Especially in the after the well of sorrows/pre-breakup scene and the break up scene itself. He see-saws emotionally a lot.

He's incredibly creative. He paints (and probably draws at least a little to paint the way he does). So many neurodivergent people are incredibly creative.

Snark. Many ADHDers tend to be snarky or sarcastic because of, well, everything that usually happens to us in life. The snark and salt simply spill out of Solas. Especially on the 'make him hate you' route through the game. Or any time he's around Vivienne.

Finally, ADHDers very frequently have a deep seated drive to change the world and make it better. Stares at Solas. Yup!

3. Autistic

So, firstly, let me say that most people don't understand what autism is or what autistics look and act like.

As an autistic/ADHD person, my experience of life is completely different from a neurotypicals simply because my brain is wired differently.

Reminder that you can't see autism or ADHD. You can sometimes see common comorbids, but without a brain scan, you cannot see autism or ADHD.

I connected and empathize so heavily with Solas because he's a well written, complex character, and because I love anti-heros.

But also because he's exhibits the exact same type of autistic/ADHD traits that I have. (Both autism and ADHD come in different flavours.) Seeing that rep in a triple AAA game was an incredibly powerful experience.

Even though, given Bioware's absolutely shit rep re: disability, it had to be accidental. I credit Weekes with that rep. I read on Twitter they were recently dxd with one or the other (ADHD or Autism, I honestly can't remember which. And up to 80% of ADHDers are also autistic.)

Solas practices esoteric arts. It's a common thing for many autists & ADHDers to learn and practice arts that just aren't as common anymore. Mine? I spin with a spinning wheel, drop spindle, or Andean hand spinner. I make maps. There's several other strange hobbies and skills I've picked up along the way too.

He shows hyperfocus several times in the game. (Hyperfocus is a trait of both ADHD and Autism.)

He stims with his hands a lot. Especially in the kiss scene. I don't recall seeing any of the other characters do this. I'm not talking about the 'dry hand wash' movements most of the characters do. Solas does a thing I do, taps the tips of his fingers against each other. Whoever did his modelling (is that the right term for making a game character?) understood neurodivergency or are ND themselves. Whether they know it or not.

You could even call his painting a type of stimming.

Stimming is where someone will use repetitive motions or sounds to self-soothe. It's really bad to prevent an autistic/ADHDer from using their stims.

I used to have to have a book on my person at all times. I'm late diagnosed, so I didn't know I was using the books as both a stim and a comfort item.

Solas has something autists call 'flat face effect'. Basically, his face is a bit masklike. He doesn't show emotions strongly on his face or in his body language (unless you make him angry 😅 which is also pretty typical for many of us). I've seen rather a lot of discourse about how emotionless Solas appears. I can read him easily, the emotive cues are there, just subtle, like they would be in an autistic & or ADHD person.

He's a decent actor. Now, most autists will agree that we're not innately good at lying or acting. But we're also really good at acting, at least, many of us are by the time we're adults. It comes from having to mask (autistic masking) almost every second of every day just to survive. Masking kills us. So it's not good that we are forced to do it. But it does make many of us incredible actors.

Anthony Hopkins is argueably one of the best actors of the past several decades. He's openly autistic. And he's spoken of how he got to be a good actor. Dan Ackroyd and Darryl Hannah are a couple of others who are out about it. I code a lot of other creatives as being one or the other, but it’s considered rude to assign a diagnosis like that to a living person. That's for them to do.

Solas managed to stay hidden as a 'unwashed apostate hobo' for however long the Inquisition took to fix things. I've seen estimates of 18 months to 2 years. That's a looooong time to be acting like something you're definitely not.

We see in Trespasser that he's not like that at all. But he still sold it so well his reveal at the end of the game shocked many people.

He's a nerd. An absolute nerd about the fade. Nerdery isn't solely the domain of autistics and ADHDers, but it’s a really common trait.

He's stand-offish.

Many autists and ADHDers are rather stand-offish with people for a variety of reasons.

1) We've been hurt so many times because of people refusing to do half the work of communicating with us. (Trust me, autistics and ADHDers are trying ALL THE TIME to communicate with neurotypicals. Y'all could pick up your part of things, y'know?)

2) We've been rejected so often for a genetic condition(s) we can't change. But accommodations for us, which are usually pretty simple and often help neurotypical people too, are considered 'too much'. There's something called RSD that most, if not all, autistic and ADHD folks experience. Rejection Sensitivity Disorder is a bitch kitty and there's no dealing with it well. It hurts.

3) We're often stand-offish while we try to figure out whatever social rules exist in that space/time. We often warm up when we know (or think we know) the rules. Or once we get to know people.

4) Solas is often alone, he's rarely pictured as being with anyone else other than Cole and the Inquisitor. NDs often end up either pushed to the edge of the crowd, or we choose to stay distant as a preventative measure so we aren't rejected.

Food sensitivities: Solas utterly loathes tea. There's a whole cutscene about it. (Fun fact, Solas doesn't like tea because Weekes doesn't.) But that extreme reaction to a relatively innocuous drink is a classic example of a food sensitivity. Most autistics and ADHDers have food or texture sensitivities or both. I can't abide raw tomatoes, and I'll get the urge to cry if I touch corduroy fabric.

Sensitivities can really be anything, but if you know someone who has them, please understand we're not trying to be difficult or to ask for extra attention or to make trouble. The modern world is frankly hell for most autistics and many ADHDers. Brain scans of us when we’re exposed to our sensitivities show that they actually are causing us physical pain. Pain centres in the brain light up like a Yule tree.

Solas is quiet, until he's not. Then he'll talk your ear off. This is pretty common for many of us too.

Solas and the fade. Special interest, anyone?

Special interests: Most autistics and ADHDers have Special interests. It's something that can utterly enthrall us. We tend to want to learn everything we possibly can about the subject we're fascinated with. And we love to share that information. In something called 'infodumping' we're trying to connect with other people. It's one of the ways many of us say we care about someone. By sharing our favourite things. We're also deeply penalized for something we can't change, there, too.

We deeply enjoy the thing and want to share our enjoyment with people we like/love. This can utterly backfire on us, but it doesn't change the urge to share. Often until our audience is giving us the 'dead fish face'. It's where the person's eyes are a little glazed over and they look a bit concussed. Anyone who has ever taught a class of students or is a parent or child caretaker, or is autistic/ADHD knows the look I'm talking about.

I'll stop blabbing for now, but those are most of the reasons I heavily code Solas as autistic/ADHD/mentally ill. Or, in another word. Neurodivergent.

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[sugarpopss]

Lee Bodecker Blurb

So......I've been talking about Lee a lot with @bucknastysbabe which of course means I pooped out something kind of horny. Imagine he and Florence get a nasty divorce at some, feel how plausible that is, then come back to this. Also kind of some kink discovery but Lee is such a good vessel for feedism yknow

Lee had a routine. He got off patrol, drove forty minutes out to the cabin on the far side of the county, and ate a somewhat miserable dinner while ‘I’ve Got a Secret’ or ‘The Price is Right’ droned on in front of him, driving the stale silence into the corners for a little bit.

Sometimes he stopped at the diner in Meade for food that was more salt and bacon grease than real ingredients, ordered in a quantity that made the teenage girl working the register raise her eyebrows; sometimes he exercised the full extent of his cooking skills and put a TV dinner in the oven. Either way, he parked his ass on the sofa, let the sound of the television fill his head and ate his dinner in a scene that would not be out of place in the 1963 edition of ‘Pathetic Divorcees 12 Month Calendar’. 

Most nights, in an astounding display of disregard for personal dignity, Lee jerked off after eating. Sometimes he focused on the television and let Betsy Palmer float into his imagination, leaving the panel behind to show Lee what was under her tight little skirt. Other times he thought of his ex-wife, saw her chocolate dark hair and recalled the feeling of her breasts in his hands, how she’d tip her head back with pitchy moans when their sex was good. The only downside was that that usually led him into thinking about how nights like that had dwindled as he spent more time working-because to Lee, being on patrol or filing paperwork or meeting with Leroy all fell under the umbrella of ‘work’, at least for his purposes-how, coming up on the day Florence had served him the divorce papers, even their coupling became cold and distant and quiet, usually ending in yelling or tears if not both. 

Thinking about that made Lee feel like shit. 

The masturbation fodder Lee liked the best, though-or maybe just what he felt the least amount of guilt over-was the feeling of his own gut, packed with fatty diner food or ice cream and Nabisco cookies, skin warm from the stretch and stomach slightly aching as it tried churn through everything inside. He preferred not to dwell on why that feeling got him so absurdly hard-why palming his swollen belly made his cock leak like an old faucet. 

In any case, masturbation was the third part of Lee’s routine. The fourth part was really playing the washed up cop and passing out under the fog of a full stomach and an orgasm. At a different time he would’ve polished off the image with a couple of beers, something to add to both the haze in his mind and the bloat in his stomach, but. Well. He was trying, as pathetic as it sounded. 

As pathetic as ‘trying’ seemed to be, seeing as he still ended up conked out on the sofa, television illuminating how his undershirt was slowly creeping up over the curve of his gut like some slovenly sitcom husband. Except, that is, for the nights when Lee had the post-nut wherewithal and motivation to actually get into bed. It was actually a little bit sad how quickly he’d adjusted to sleeping alone. There was something almost reassuring about getting into a cold bed, as opposed to one warmed by a body that he knew has been waiting for hours; there was no one to disappoint or fight with or lie to in a cold bed, although Lee had done all three quite liberally throughout his marriage and didn’t feel so much guilt that he’d take them back, given the opportunity. He certainly wouldn’t give up what they’d gotten him…but it still felt safer to be alone. 

Besides, the warmth and weight of his packed gut was a close enough substitute for the comfort of a woman, the grip of his own callused fist a workable approximation of the tight, wet heat of a cunt. Shocking as it may be, there wasn’t a line of women out the front door of the creaky old cabin with one working sink and raccoons in the attic-but even those traits were probably a better draw than Lee himself. 

It didn’t matter. He was just alright by himself-it seemed like exactly the way he was meant to be. 

[delicatebluebirdruins]

Lockwood & co 5-8

part one, and with the colours same rules apply. link to my thoughts/ reactions to the first two books

episode 5: not to repeat myself but i want a set tour so bad

"nothing we can't handle together" Lockwood is great

I love Lockwood's little recoil when Lucy tells him "to make an effort"

roleplay version 2. I love the little movements on Lockwoods face when he saw Danny's body. missing scene (sort of) does Barnes ever find out who the body is? and that Danny was someone Lockwood knew?

talking about Flo and then meeting her at night. inbetween: what was happening? what were they doing?

the way "her" was said and Lockwood yelling "run"

book quote "Flo Bones annoyed me" came through loud and clear. I love Lockwood's face watching Flo and Lucy bicker.

Sugar count: 6/7 I think

I love Flo noting the buttered toast exchange (makes what she says later on so much better.) random note: what's on the board

I actually really like the design for Joplins flat and this conversations with her

"incase anyone misses me. unlikely..." poor George

missing scene: they should have had a Winkman thug killed by the mirror which was partially why they wanted to get rid of it so quickly

love breaking and entering, and there being so many things in the warehouse

scene: I hope Leo gets to be a little shit like he is in the book (though i do love Lockwood and Lucy are so sweet when talking to him)... George is not doing well is he? (so glad they showed us this)

Poor Lockwood but he is so funny talking to Winkman

Lucy: "my friend is really hurting"

Winkman "is she a friend? is she family?" good questions the answer is yes and more

still don't know why Lockwood poured the brown bottle onto the floor. Love this small confrontation between Lockwood and Lucy and poor George was so worried about them.

I love this bit with Carver final words being "come with me" is so eerie

episode 6

such a ritual to prevent ghosts (the salt and light is pretty)

again Barnes cares for them in his own way. I love how nervous Lockwood was watching Lucy think before answering Barnes. and I love the little insights we get into how Barnes works and his thoughts on them as a trio.

I love Lockwood and George showing their anxiety waiting for Lucy then going after her (random thought chalk would be great make arrows on the ground or wall showing which way she went)

should have been added: the boneglass ghosts asking for their bones back. It would have added to the emotional moment of freeing them at the end.

the lockwood slide hand hold I love the umbrella stand of swords

hello Flo. I love this moment between Lockwood and Flo the shared history, the history of the house still being present and her talking about Lucy. Also George calling Lockwood "Locky" and him being all smiley at George and Flo getting along to him going "only one person in the world can call me Locky"

also I think there is a piano in the background and I need someone to play it (go tomorrow from Hill House specifically no idea why but you know)

I love the bit with Kipps honestly. And how emotional they made the gift of the necklace (in the book it was like a paragraph) and him fishing for what's on her mind after seeing the talk with Kipps.

just noticed the map George draws has Lockwood written on the other side

the relic collumns are gorgeous and i love the delivery of "famous legacy" so much. this chat is so funny

I get the impression that they changed Penelope Fitters to daughter of Marissa instead of granddaughter is a good change (05/01/23 I say this as I have not read Empty Grave yet so it might change). and i love the "you feel safe with him. Mr Lockwood" and Lucy fiddles with the necklace.

I love the bit in the library them leaving evidence that someone was in there and it being spotted (and them fleeing the party is so pretty)

episode 7

random note: where did Lockwood put the book? and if it was in his pocket the entire time how did it not get soaked?

love the way they hide. and love Cutter.

"you were petrified at the thought of me leaving you" i always think of this entire scene and then think of Steve Crains quote about walls at the end of Hill House "I thought that wall kept the both of us safe, but walls don't work that way"

thought: someone had to get killed when covering the mirror right

I love the chat between Flo and George.

I love Lockwood's smile at Winkman as he steals the Sources.

Love the look between Lockwood and Cutter and the music and how how differently Lockwood and Lucy handle everything

the Golden Blade is so cool but such a jackass.

love the musical transition from "you, me and herons" to cruel world. and the shove

episode 8

Love the sopping wet look. and this bit between the two (imagine if Lucy told Lockwood what Penelope said to her at some point)

"don't give up on us... don't give up on me"

I love them reading the book together

Love the skull. and Lucy blaming herself and them leaving with "For George. For George"

I love this bit with Kipps

Joplin is so manipulative and plays on George's curiousity so well

love this chat with skull telling Lucy how best to use the boneglass

just reckless enough + completely necessary touch = love them

I love this "parade of Fittes agents" and the hype speech "lets bury them"

Not to let my resident evil brain rot come up but this bit with Winkman reminds me so much of Jack Baker it's insane

I love the fight with the thugs and searching the catacombs with commentary from the Skull

Love the reveal of Joplin being a bad guy

"scrubber girlfriend"

I love Lucy and looking into the boneglass with the skull

Poor Kipps is freaking out this entire time. Lockwood looking like how he feels

the frozen Lockwood bit in the boneglass visions could this be a reference to a certain walk he and Lucy go on in the Creeping Shadow

"you set them free" I really wish they kept the bone glass ghosts request.

I love Lockwood saving Lucy and George and collapsing to his knees

I love how long they made the ride to the surface feel

I love Barnes (George or Lucy should have got a pat on the shoulder maybe)

and the actor for Kipps did his scene talking about his Talent fading deserves praise as I love it so much

and I love Penelope Fittes and the golden blade

imagine: how Norrie's parents feel if they listen to Lucy's messages for her

"George turned out to be a bit of hero" love it

narration: when Lucy talks about herself it's a little weird and doesn't quite work as it should on rewatch

Love this end between them all. George getting excited over a mystery and Lockwood needing to recover and the shoving of donut into George's mouth to shut him

ending: I wish we saw a little of the inside of the room and just see the look on their faces as they see what lays inside.

random thoughts that didn't fit anywhere else they could have had Lockwoods sunglasses and could have worked in the toy mobile scene not in this season but maybe future seasons (you know if we had any)

[sapphire-weapon]

Hey, I love your page and it's honestly the reason i started analyzing re4remake, anyway I was reading about the don quixote because its mentioned in the re4r so much and i tried looking for you mentioning this but couldn't find anything so i'll just ask about.

So in the scene where luis and leon are about to give find ashley (in the mines), Luis calls Ashley "prinsess dulcinea" right after leon told him that Ashley was the priority, and in modern spanish being called dulcinea means "To this day, a reference to someone as one's "Dulcinea" implies idealistic devotion and love for her." (source is wikipedia but it citates oxfordord reference but it's behind a paywall so I can't confirm it, so take it with a grain of salt, the wikipedia page is dulcenia if you're curious). But at least i interpreted the scene as Luis playing a joke into Leon' devotion to protecting Ashley and/or like playfully trying to joke that Leon likes Ashley.

What do you think? is this something the writers could've been aware of and intentionally put there or am i just reaching for something that's not there?(btw if you covered this then feel free to ignore)

well dulcinea was a character in the story of don quixote. she also wasn't real. like, don quixote made her up. but she was the justification for all of his (mis)adventures. anything he did, he did because he had to rescue dulcinea -- you know, the dulcinea that he just made up and isn't real.

but it makes sense for ashley to be the dulcinea in luis's version of the story that he's telling, because she is actually the princess needing to be rescued.

unfortunately, in this version of events, luis is don quixote -- not leon -- which would make ashley his love interest. LMAO

so i don't think there's much to look into there. the point of using don quixote in the context of luis was that don quixote was a delusional character who wanted to be a hero but in reality just fucked up the lives of everyone around him and then died before making amends. for luis to constantly be comparing himself to don quixote says a lot about his self-esteem and how he viewed his time working at umbrella. references to leon as sancho and ashley as dulcinea are just window dressing to reinforce luis's own role in the story.

[lucisprettyboy]

Blog Intro

Hi! I'm Luci but you can call me Lou or Luc. I've recently started writing in the last few years, one fandom I'm really enjoying coming up with fic ideas for is Hazbin Hotel. It's one of my obsessions right now. I also draw! So if you ever want art with an ask or a headcannon just ask! I would love to tbh.

Requests/Commissions:

Open (If you're paying for a piece, written or drawn, prices are negotiable. I plan to set up a Kofi but requests are all free.)

Things I'll write

Fluff

Smut

Angst

Headcannons for any of those three things

Kinks I won't write (or discuss in my asks)

Rape/noncon (unless it's discussed as a kink and boundaries are set by both parties before the scene)

Scat/fart kink

Vore

Specifically, I won't write Valentino from Hazbin Hotel. I just don't like him in any way.

DNI List:

Transphobes/Terfs

CisHet Men (I'm a queer transmasc, I'm not in your demographic anyway)

Minors (that's a bigggg no no)

Pedos and Zoophiles (nothing else to say besides stay far away from me)

Incest enjoyers (big ass fucking EW)

Racists (I'm black, wtf do you expect?)

Zionists (very obvious why)

Nazis (again, you wouldn't even like me anyway)

Loli/Shota enjoyers (again, EW)

If you fall into any of these you'll be blocked on sight and I will send the firing squad.

You can send thirsts about characters (or just horny stuff in general) to my ask box. As long as they fit into the rules I've set, go nuts.

Fandoms I like/write for:

Hazbin Hotel

Helluva Boss

Invader Zim

Five Nights At Freddy's

Obey Me

Cult of the Lamb

Avatar: The Last Airbender

Resident Evil

Jujustu Kaisen

Honkai Star Rail

Genshin Impact

My Hero Academia (on occasion)

Stranger Things

Spy x Family

Umbrella Academy

The Stanley Parable

My faves to talk/write about

Lucifer

Vox

Alastor

Lute

Charlie

Leon Kennedy

Gojo Satoru

Neuvilette

Sundrop

Five

Zim

The Narrator from Stanley Parable

Shigaraki

Masterlist (Links and WIPs)

AO3 Links:

Holy (Not Really) (Hazbin Hotel: Charlie x Reader)

Thnks Fr Th Mmrs (Obey Me: Belphie x Reader, Beel x Reader)

The Sun Gets Lonely In The Sky (FNAF: Sundrop x Reader)

I'd Give You The World (MHA: Mina Ashido x Reader)

Tumblr Links:

Out Of Salt (Hazbin Hotel: Angel Dust x Reader)

Hazbin and Helluva characters with Rouge the Bat like reader (Lucifer, Charlie, Vaggie, Blitzø, Beelzebub, Veronica, and Fizzarolli x reader)

WIPs:

E.T (Invader Zim: Zim x Reader) (WIP)

The Morning Stars (Hazbin Hotel: Lucifer x Reader) (WIP)

Holy (Not Really) (Hazbin Hotel: Charlie x Reader) part 2 (WIP)

[lordgrimwing]

Friends and Family #03

“This is nice,” Maglor said, stretched out on a beach towel, as his dripping brother settled next to him, wet from running in the gentle waves with his adopted sons. He closed the novel he'd picked up at a second-hand store the day before.

Maedhros grunted, his mouth occupied by several bobby pins as he fixed his hair, recoiling the soaking braid atop his head. The whole point of pinning his hair up so tightly was to keep it out of the salt water, but he hadn’t expected Elros and Elrond to grab his hands and drag him down into a particularly large wave. 

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen them this happy,” Maglor continued, nodding to the boys splashing and paddling in the waves, their nearly shoulder-length hair hanging in loose, soaked clumps.

“They love it,” Maedhros said with a soft smile. He’d come up from that wave spitting sand and might have been irritated except he ended up with two armfuls of very excited peredhil. By the time he left the surf, he’d become much better at diving through waves. 

They sat in silence for a minute, taking in the scene: seagulls cried overhead, keeping a sharp eye out for abandoned snacks; the twins played along the shore, a younger elf child coming over to join them; other families staked out their claim across the sand, leaving towels and umbrellas to mark their favored spots. The beach was both busy and soothing.

“We should do this more.” Maedhros decided, rinsing his mouth out with water from a bottle and then taking several drinks.

Maglor raised his eyebrows. Fëanor nearly had a fit when they announced that they’d be taking a few days off work during the week so they could do something with the boys during their school holiday. “Who’s going to tell father?” 

His brother rolled his eyes in a way that would have had Fëanor pinching his ear if he were an elfling again. “He can take his doctor's advice and take up birdwatching,” He said dismissively.

As the eldest sons, they were privy to more details of their father's health than he appreciated.

Maglor snorted at the suggestion. 

More seriously, Maedhros said, “Maybe just an occasional weekend, then.”

They watched the boys and their new friend join a group of older dwarves building an impressive sandcastle. Maglor smiled. “We really should.”

The sun arched across the clear blue sky. Maglor called Elros and Elrond back for lunch. They ate cold tuna salad sandwiches from the cooler on a blanket Maedhros spread on the sand so they could all sit together. Elros showed the adults the blue shell Elrond found in the tide, proudly telling them about the cool shells they found over the years on the coast further south. The younger twin hesitantly asked if he could make necklaces for them all from pieces of the shell when they went back to the city. 

After lunch, the twins wanted to go back into the ocean.

“Not right after eating,” Maglor shook his head. “Wait thirty minutes.”

Elros looked like he might want to argue, but his brother grabbed his hand and demanded that he bury him under the sand so he could pretend to be a baby sea turtle.

Maedhros took off his shirt, arching his back and enjoying the warm sun on it. Their father really might have an aneurysm if he found out exactly how publicly immodest his sons got when he wasn’t there to frown at them for rolling up their pant legs. He repacked the cooler and sprawled out on the towel, stretching his long arms and legs and bumping into the other occupant. He grinned at his brother. “Join us this time,” He invited. 

Maglor picked up his book and fingered the pages. “I'll get sand in my hair,” He said. He's done his hair up in a dark half bun, leaving a loose tail down his back.

“I'll braid it for you.” He said. “The rest of us need to wash tonight already.”

“Promise not to push me under?” 

“I would never,” Maedhros laughed, recalling when, decades ago, they were teaching their younger brothers how to sail on a windy lake. Caranthir insisted that the flimsy life jackets couldn't possibly keep them safe in the waves, refusing to set foot on the light boat. When it became clear that he wouldn't trust the words of his brothers, Maedhros shoved Maglor off the edge, leaving him to flounder in the water until their three younger brothers boarded.

Maglor shuffled around so he faced away from Maedhros. “Go ahead and braid.”

The tall redhead sat up. He quickly undid the bun and set about dividing the other’s hair into four parts at the crown of his head.

They sat quietly while he worked, Maglor watching the other families.

A human woman with frizzled brown hair caught a child who looked about seven years old by the elbow. She wore a striped green and gray swimsuit with a white over-shirt and large sunglasses.  

“Oh no you don’t, Elianor,” She admonished, pulling the girl back to the family’s towels and bins of beach toys. “You’re going to be red as a beat and peeling in the car tomorrow if you don’t put more sunscreen on.” 

“Mom,” The girl complained as white ointment was slathered across her bare back and under the edges of her swimsuit. 

“Do your face and ears,” The woman directed, squeezing more of the sunscreen out of a yellow bottle for her daughter before bending down to coat her legs.

Once everything was worked in and the white layer was exchanged for a slightly oily sheen, the child was released into the water. Once all the children were appropriately protected and freed, the woman popped open a beach chair and settled under an umbrella. 

She looked over at Maglor as Maedhros began pinning the braid up like his own. “Some children never learn,” She said by way of explanation.

He said something in noncommittal agreement, a nagging thought starting to form in the back of his mind.

Her eyes flicked around their towels, blanket, and cooler. “Just the two of you then?” She asked. 

“No,” Maglor said quickly. “The twins in red burying each other in the sand are ours.”

She looked out to where he pointed. “Cute,” She said in the way he was discovering many parents did when talking about other people’s kids. She leaned back in her chair and probably closed her eyes, though he couldn’t tell past the glasses.

Maedhros patted his head like he did when they were kids. “There you go, ready for the water.”

Maglor scooted around to face him again. “Don’t get my hair wet.”

Hands raised in surrender were his only response.

He looked down at his wristwatch. Twenty minutes still to go. That nagging feeling kept eating at him. He picked up the book again, opening to where he left off. He tried to read, but he couldn’t get back into the story.

All at once, he dropped the book and turned to Maedhros.

“We didn’t put sunscreen on them!”

“What?” The other asked, blinking as he came back from wherever the warmth sent him drifting off to.

“Elros and Elrond,” He said, looking over to where the boys were just a couple heads sticking out of the sand, several other kids having joined in on burying them. “They’re part human. They could get sunburns!” 

He couldn’t believe he’d forgotten about it. He hadn’t packed sunscreen, he didn’t even think Maedhros or he had any at their homes. Such a simple, everyday thing for humans, and they’d completely forgotten about it. He dreaded to think about how painful the children’s skin would be tomorrow.

Maedhros frowned. “They’re part elf, too,” He reasoned. “Why should they get burned?”

“They might,” Maglor repeated with worry. “I should go buy some. Or maybe we should all leave so it doesn’t get any worse.”

Maedhros sighed. “It’ll be a thirty-minute drive each way. The damage is already done if it’s going to happen, so let’s not ruin the rest of the day. Besides,” He added. “They’ve clearly spent a lot of time in the water. I think they’d know if they need to worry about it.”

Personally, Maglor never thought it was too late to start mitigating damage, but his brother had made up his mind. He’d just have to deal with whatever came of it.

[rallamajoop]

Resident Evil 5, and why ‘Man who punched a boulder that one time’ is not a personality

Since I’ve already talked about Resis 2, 3, and 4, it’s probably about time to tackle RE5, which may be relevant to the greater state of the franchise for two reasons. For one, after the success of the RE4 remake, RE5 may well be next up in that queue. And considering the franchise’s recent trajectory, with all that RE8, too, owes to the original RE4, it’s worth asking whether something much like RE5 (for better or worse) may well be what we have to look forward to in RE9.

RE5 certainly sold well – to this day, it remains one of the best-selling titles in the franchise. Cynically though, I can’t help but wonder how much of that was simply the franchise coasting off the reputation of RE4 – a game is still cited as one of those titles-that-redefined-the-genre, whereas RE5 doesn’t have much legacy beyond being ‘the racist one’, or That Time Chris Redfield Punched a Boulder.

To give credit where it’s due, by reputation RE5 was a lot of fun to play with a partner (as it was intended), though it may be more notorious for how frustrating it was to play without one, depending on the infamously-awful partner AI as a stand in. Running away from your own AI partner as they try to waste the good healing items on you when you've only got a scratch is apparently a regular part of the single-player experience. I’m stuck saying ‘by reputation’ here because I haven’t actually played RE5 myself, and thus everything below should probably be taken with a pretty big grain of salt.

What I can tell you is that, experienced purely via let’s-plays and cutscene compilations, this is easily the most boring numbered entry in the whole RE franchise.

The biggest single problem here is its protagonist, Chris Redfield, who’s be reimagined for the new console generation as a huge, muscular slab of a man, and with all the personality of a sheet of cardboard, not-much-enhanced by such exciting dialogue as, "There's one thing I do know. I have a job to do, and I'm going to see it through."

This is not a problem unique to Chris: Jill, in her few actual scenes, fares no better. ‘Dedicated para-military professional’, ‘designated good guy’ and ‘wants to save the world from bioweapons’ are perfectly good character traits. They should not be someone’s entire personality. This is a game that does that classic Winter Soldier trope where Jill comes back from the dead brainwashed by the villains, and somehow manages to make it boring. That shouldn’t be possible, but with Chris and Jill, RE5 has pulled it off.

Not all the heroes are as bland as Chris: Sheva gets to be friendly and upbeat and a dedicated para-military professional. But despite being the designated local, she’s entirely here to support Chris, with no real plot of her own or personal investment in his mission. I mean, she does have some history with this other local squad leader guy called Josh, and there’s a bit where he might be dead or something and you have to go find him, but then he’s fine, NBD. Josh himself is about as interesting as Chris, and I can’t help but suspect he’s in this game mostly as a response to criticism that the only other notable black character (Sheva) was a light-skinned woman with a British accent, after which no-one had the guts to actually do anything with Josh for fear of accidentally being offensive. He's just there.

As usual for RE, the villains are far more memorable than the heroes: Wesker is here to leave no scenery unchewed in his usual ridiculous anime-villain way, and Excella… well, you can’t say she doesn’t have personality. But their plan is the usual uninspired dreck: do wildly unethical experiments to bring about the apocalypse and/or next stage in human evolution, get revenge on Umbrella by doing the exact same shit Umbrella always did, blah blah blah. You’ve seen it all a hundred times before.

Like so many RE titles, RE5 opens with a clear thesis statement: appropriately for a co-op shooter, this is a story about partnership. Chris’ reaction to meeting his new ‘partner’ Sheva is heavy with regret over the loss of his old partner, Jill. So, this is one of those Learning To Love Again kind of stories, where Chris has to learn to trust someone new, right? Or maybe Chris will have to make hard decisions between going after his brainwashed old partner, Jill, or backing up his new partner, Sheva? Nope! Maybe this theme comes through for some in the gameplay, but it sure doesn’t go anywhere in the narrative. Chris discovers Jill is alive and brainwashed all of one boss battle before Jill is rescued, immediately un-brainwashed, and promptly left behind again (because, like, she’s injured now and Chris has to trust his new partner, or something). So like so many RE titles, the opening thesis statement goes nowhere.

The other big problem with this game is the complete lack of atmosphere. You can (and RE frequently does) get away with bland heroes just fine if the setting has enough personality to carry the title, but RE5 doesn’t have that going either. There are probably writers out there who could tell a gripping horror story about a hardened para-military team hunting monsters in open spaces in bright sunlight, but they sure weren’t writing for RE5. The RE series at large is never more laughably absurd to me than when it’s trying to go full military shooter, and RE5 is doing that as hard as it can.

I haven’t yet touched on the big controversies this game arrived with, because lord knows I’ve got no special insight into how to respectfully portray African people and an African location. But I think it's safe to say that mindless waves of zombie-uncontacted-tribesmen waving primitive shields and clubs probably isn't a great way to represent Africa's native population. It's not like you're going to meet any un-zombie native tribesmen. Zombie is apparently just their default state.

Still, even from my limited, white-Australian perspective, what stood out most was just how irrelevant the African setting is to the greater plot. RE’s 2 and 3 were set in a (named) American city, with an American pharmaceutical company as its villains. RE4 was set in a Spanish village, with a pseudo-medieval cult as its villains. RE5 may be set ‘somewhere in Africa’, but both its hero and its villain are white Americans. There may be some vague faff about Wesker researching a particular local virus, but for all plot purposes, Africa is little more than an unfortunate bystander, an indifferent battlefield for foreign white people. The only African people worth talking to have guns, and are already working for Chris’ organisation. Jill of RE3 had to watch her home city and her own friends and colleagues fall to the zombie plague, but no-one pays more than the briefest lip-service to the broken communities or human casualties in RE5 – after all, there are bigger things at stake than a few African villagers, Chris has a missing white friend to find! Besides, there’s always, like, wars and famines and shit breaking out in Africa, it’s just a scary, violent place in general. The zombies probably didn’t even make it any worse, amirite?

Yeah, fuck that nonsense. The entire African continent exists to this game as an exotic location where lots of people can die without the player having the feel too bad about it.

Nothing in this game adds up to even the sum of its parts. The reveal of Jill’s face doesn’t produce a ‘omg, it’s Jill!’ reaction from the audience, it gets a ‘wait, who’s this generic blonde lady?’ The mind-control device Wesker uses on Jill is unrelated to any of the biological research he’s been using to turn other people into zombie slaves, it’s just a glowing mechanical thing that can be easily removed. There’s a document you can pick up which spells out a backstory for Sheva that is honestly more interesting than anything going on in the plot, but which fails to provide any insight into how an African-born native who was apparently educated in America has been walking around the whole game with a distinct British accent. The progenitor virus – the nominal excuse for the whole setting – is apparently nothing that Umbrella's researchers haven't already known about for decades.

Is there anything to recommend this game for? Well, Sheva is so much my cup of tea that she’s been turning my head ever since I first ran into a picture of her in some random gaming magazine sometime back around 2008, and I cannot even properly resent this game’s love of showing me close-ups on her ass (it’s a very nice ass, okay?) But after being saddled with such terrible gaming AI, she’s stuck being one of the more widely hated characters in this franchise, and she has so little story of her own that enjoying Sheva doesn’t get me very far.

Oh, and there's Chris' "Heavy Metal" alternate costume. That's certainly something.

RE5 is obviously reflective of the direction the franchise was already taking towards action and away from horror, but probably owes much more to Capcom chasing popular trends. Military co-op shooters set in sunny, arid locations populated by disposable brown people were in at the time, never mind whether that fit the Resident Evil brand. And though the game was a big sales success, it also led directly into the disaster that was RE6, which just about killed the franchise (though being forced to go back to the drawing board for RE7 inarguably did the series a world of good in the long run).

As successful as the remakes of 2, 3 and 4 have been, it’s hard to see the case for remaking RE5. Since 2009, the era of co-op mechanics being shoehorned into everything has come and (thankfully) gone – what was a controversial new direction for RE then isn’t likely to go down much better now. Though it’s now 14 years old, RE5 still looks like a modern game in a way that even the original RE4 doesn’t, and it can’t boast any of the first four games’ reputations as genre-defining classics. Is it possible to reimagine a title like RE5 enough to bring it more in-line with the other recent remakes without alienating those who remember the original fondly, campy co-op nonsense and all? Is it worth courting another round of ugly, racist controversy just to regurgitate a remake of a game so widely considered the franchise’s shark-jumping moment, and which was more of a sequel to the (so far un­-remade) Code Veronica than any of the previous remakes? That’s ultimately up to Capcom to decide, but my money’s on a ‘no’.

Since the semi-reboot of RE7 and 8, Capcom has already returned to much purer survival horror, and then again transitioned into a more action-focused experience a la RE4, effectively speed-running their way through early franchise history again in just two games. Is a continued shift back towards action in some RE5-style follow-up inevitable?

There are good reasons to wonder if that’s already the plan: Chris’ section at the end of RE8 was heavy on the military-shooter-isms, and there’s plenty more in the endgame and on the internet rumour mill to suggest he’s set to be the lead again for RE9. But speaking personally, ye gods do I hope not. Three more games since RE5 have not made Chris any more interesting to me as a character – not unless they’re willing to commit to the increasing hints he’s on the edge of going completely off the deep end into irredeemable villainy, and I doubt Capcom have the guts for that. The last thing this series needs is a new case of military-shooter-itis.

RE5 may not be the worst game in this franchise, but for my money, it’s easily the blandest. I can't speak for the whole fandom ‒ I can't even speak as someone who's actually played the original ‒ but I for one would prefer to see it left firmly in the past.

[rosenlily-aka-choconut]

Something worse than Rang not ending up with Yeo-hee if she dies : We getting the last scene with Yeon holding out his umbrella for Jia and them being all sickeningly sappy and ugh…

Call it sour grapes or whatever but that would be worse than Rang getting a bad ending, like rubbing salt in our wounds.