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Sweet n' Silly Lieutenant Simon "Ghost" Headcanons (SFW & NSFW)
Ghost is a character who has so many different facets of his personality that he represses for one reason or another. Sometimes, though, he can't hide things well enough. Here are a few headcanons (NSFW Under The Cut):
Ghost is very picky about the masks he wears. If he buys them pre-made (which is rare - he likes to make his own, he can sew), they have to be a very specific type of fabric. Of course, it has to have all the tactical advantages, but it has to be SOFT most of all. All of his clothing is soft for that matter. This man will NEVER, I repeat NEVER, be caught dead in anything starchy or itchy or scratchy. Even his bed sheets are that crazy 1000 thread count cotton. He likes soft things.
Speaking of soft things, Simon carries around a very small square of quilted fabric in whatever extra pocket he might have. It's actually a piece of a handkerchief his mother sewed for him as a child to keep him from taking his baby blanket with him to school. It's old and tattered and stained, but he carries it with him anyway. It's been with him through thick and thin (and the grave). He doesn't need to sleep with it, but if he's severely stressed, he'll hold onto it and examine it for a little bit. Sometimes, that fabric feels like it's the only thing tethering him to earth.
Would absolutely love to get his nails professionally done, but because of his appearance, he doesn't want to intimidate some poor nail lady. Instead, he opts to give himself mani-pedis. Sometimes, if he's feeling rebellious, he'll bust out his trusty bottle of black nail polish and go for it. It's not like anyone'll see it under his gloves. And God forbid if you walk in on him painting his toenails. He WILL kill you.
Ghost has some interesting food habits. He'll honestly eat whatever if he has to, but he would much prefer to eat simple, almost childish foods. He likes things like pasta, sandwiches, juice, and pudding. God, he loves pudding. A giant bowl of hot mac n' cheese and an entire 6-pack of prepackaged pudding is his favorite meal. He KNOWS its bad for him and it totally fucks up his very specific diet he uses to upkeep his frame, but he can't help it.
Has an intense skin care and oral care regimen despite the fact that almost no one will ever see it. His smile would make you go blind because he practically bleaches his fucking teeth - and also because he chose to smile with teeth.
He's quiet for a multitude of reasons. Yes, it's because he's observant and wants to be in control of his surroundings. But it's also because deep down he's still a shy boy. He can stand up for himself and others if he has to, he's grown into that part of himself. But as for meeting new people, he's shy. He doesn't know you, and he doesn't know if he WANTS to know you. He'd rather just eye you up and let your actions speak for themselves. And that's why Johnny is one of his favorites. Something about a person who can outwardly show their genuineness is his kryptonite (although of course they don't have to be as much of a puppy as Johnny - take for instance Price or Gaz)
Absolutely detests physical touch unless he initiates it or it's fleeting. Handsy people piss him off. But a light punch to the shoulder, a tap or two? It makes him feel normal. Normal people aren't afraid to touch each other in that casual sort of way. Ghost is kind of normal. At least he tries to be.
Fucking sucks at flirting. He comes across as dry and uninterested even if it's the opposite. He just hopes the person he's interested in can pick that up so they don't run off thinking he's a prick. If they do then fuck 'em. Ghost is happy being by himself. He's been alone for so long, what's another few years.
Has a very silent praise kink. If his lover tells him anything good about him, goes straight to his ego. He won't show it, but that "I like being with you" went straight to his cock and made him puff out his chest. Of course you do. He's great. He's always been great. Now he's really going to show you how great he is.
Ghost is a huge scent guy. He's very picky about what scents he enjoys, and if he has a lover, he can and will throw out all of their expensive fragrances (and soaps and lotions, etc). His lover HAS to smell a certain way to him, and he'll supply them with whatever he deems appropriate. By the time he's done, his lover will have to adopt a whole new skincare routine. Smelling like sex is obviously one of his top picks, although once again, he'd never say that aloud.
He's a very, VERY visual creature. He knows it makes him come across as a creep, but he loves just watching his lover. He loves picking up on their mannerisms and their quirks. He loves watching their body move when walking or showering. He loves seeing wet stains in his lover's underwear and indentations of his teeth in their skin. He truly devours EVERYTHING with his eyes.
Gets aroused by the weirdest of things. Bare hands on metal, that section of skin in between the collar of a shirt and a throat mic, blowing bubbles in gum. Sometimes, he's hard for nearly an entire mission because someone's voice is too raspy in the comms. (And yes, he's an avid ASMR lover. Those tingles he gets goes straight to his dick and he's ashamed about it. He would absolutely die if his lover sees his search history. They can't know he wants their tongue in his eardrums - no one can.)
Rarely jerks off. He represses all of his sexual energy until he physically can't anymore. He knows it's because deep down he's traumatized. Pleasure is something he doesn't feel like he's allowed to have. His lover should be allowed to have it. But him? No. Jerking off feels like such hedonistic behavior. He feels like a degenerate after. No jerking off. Besides, the more pent-up he is, the sexier his dreams get.
He's always been afflicted by crazy dreams - mainly nightmares. Sometimes, though, especially if he's pent up his dreams get sexual. For the most part they're pretty tame, par for the course sex dreams but when he really gets pent up? When he feels like he's going to burst? His dreams get so realistic they might as be reality. He gets rough and possesive and fucks his lover into his mattress only wo wake up and have to come to grips with the things he's WILLING to do to them. He's so used to being disciplined that the moment that mask drops he can't look at himself in the mirror.
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Ok, so I have few ideas about Kalego's evil cycle based on the knowledge we have about his mana dogs. It's clear his evil cycle is very violent. While I am sure that it was worse than normal due to a multitude of stressers that exemplified the problem, his whole house was fucked up. His curtains, his bed, his floor, couches. My man is going to need either a repaining spell or just replace everything. So yeah, its clear its exteremly bad
Since you loose control of yourself during it, I imagine it gets harder to control Cerberus thus letting them roam freely. But, espeically in this instance, they feel caged. They are trapped in a fairly small space with no place to roam and full of their master's rage with no outlet. We already know that without strong control and careful handling, the dogs will turn at the slightest provocation. Even at Kalego himself when they were first bonded to him. They bit and clawed at him mercilessly
So, it's possible that because his willpower is low during evil cylce plus having no target to take their fustrations out on, they try to take it out on Kalego. I'm sure Kalego could still fight without his mana dogs, but we have seen its his primary weapon. So it would be a fight for dominance, not mentioning that Kalego would be full of rage and frustration as well. It would be a back and forth anger fest but nothing really being fixed, unless the actual fighting becomes a sort of catharsis activity? but I think it would just anger him more because on top of the stress that led him to having an evil cycle in the first place, now Cerberus is acting up and he has to deal with that. Thus why it becomes SO destructive.
It could also be that the dogs become extra protective of their master causing it to bark and attack at anything percieved as a threat. An evil cycle, while the demon is at its strongest, is also when they are at their most vulnerable. Think about it, sure you can use strong attacks and even have new abilities (ie, Sabro's weapon ability) but it takes a lot out of them, phsyically, magically, and mentally. Your powers skyrocket but your control decreases by a fairly large margin (Azz almost attacking the Dorodoro brothers). The dogs could see it as their mission to protect Kalego at all costs.
They have beem bonded together for so long that maybe they won't turn on him specifically but anything around them. Going down this thought, maybe it's less of a protective thing and moreso that they have too much pent up energy and decide to trash the place. I mean, as someone who currently has a puppy in the house and a grown dog, trust me they will mess with shit just out of pure frustration. (Though my grown up doggie only does it sometines, he's well trained, my lovely boy.) Back on track, maybe it's as simple as they are out, have nothing to do, and just chew everything up. But since this is Iruma-kun, i don't know if that'll be the case. I want it to be "oh, silly puppies" but i think there's a strong possibility of it being the "we are going to fuck you up now master" route. But them fighting Kalego does make for a fun if messed up story lore.
Hopefully we will get insight into it later in the series and also witness it!
#mairimashita iruma kun spoilers#iruma-kun#mairimashita! iruma kun#welcome to demon school iruma kun#m!ik#wtdsik#naberius kalego#balam shichirou#oh also im going to try spacing out my posting since ive been going ham#so hopefully it wont feel like im spamming my account#anyway enjoy this kalego focused post
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everything is lit, except my serotonin
"what a time to be alive" is probably one of my favorite songs on the new record. that's not really a hard sell, though; i struggle to pick favorites at the best of times and by this time tomorrow, my favorite track will likely be a different one. but there's something about this track that i keep circling back to, for a multitude of reasons.
this one has proven a little contentious. critics don't quite get it, and even people who love the song will say that it's a little off-putting lyrically, primarily because of those lines in the chorus: "everything is lit, except my serotonin / everything is lit but my lightning-bolt brain". i'm not going to say outright that critics scoffing at the obvious earth, wind, and fire influence is one of those delightful instances of antiblack racism that's so common in music criticism, but i'd be lying if i said i didn't suspect that was a factor. but more to the point, that line in the chorus hit me a little harder than i expected it to.
patrick has stressed repeatedly that the majority of "what a time to be alive" was written before the pandemic. the lyrics to the bridge are the only parts that reference the pandemic specifically, but the rest of the song feels oddly prescient as it discusses how it feels like the end of the world...probably because in 2019, for some of us, especially those on the west coast, it did feel like the end of the world. pete wentz lives in los angeles, and thus probably got a very clear picture of this as it happened in real time. wildfires have always been an issue on the west coast, but by 2017, they started picking up in speed and scope, in large part due to the effects of climate change. the year after that, they got worse. the third year in a row this happened, it cemented that this was going to be a pattern, which is exactly what happened. today, the last third or so of the year is generally regarded as "fire season," when risk of wildfires becomes extremely high, power outages are common, and evacuations are anticipated.
i live in a fire zone. every year since 2017, i've had to evacuate my home regularly, or i know someone else who has. at this point, it's pretty well-established as routine. the first time this happened, it felt like the end of the world - watching neighbors' houses go up in smoke, housing displaced family members or friends who'd been evacuated themselves or actually lost their homes. by the time the pandemic happened, fire season hadn't actually died, either; we were carrying out evacuations while masked, and often without power (and thus no easy way to get news as to what was happening).
here's a thing about living in a fire zone. there are nights when you're going off no sleep and you're watching the ember-glow on the horizon at the early hours of the morning and thinking that it could almost be considered pretty, in a dark and dismal kind of way. there are days when the smoke haze is so heavy that you never get to see the sun but it makes the air hot and thick and it burns in your lungs. the smell of smoke becomes choking and omnipresent.
everything is lit, except my serotonin. everything is lit but my lightning-bolt brain.
i don't know if these lines were written about the wildfires in particular. it wouldn't surprise me if they were. there are a lot of moments in the song, the parts written pre-pandemic, that make me think that could've been the case: neon in the night-time and not caring if it's pretty because the view's so pretty from the deck of a sinking ship. livestreaming the apocalypse, because twitter feeds were literally the best way to get your news on whether your house might be next - if you had power and internet, that is. and not everyone did.
everything is lit but my lightning-bolt brain. it's kind of a silly line, and i understand being put off by it. it took me some time to warm to it too (pun absolutely intended). it's also a quadruple-entendre. everything is "lit" in the colloquial sense of being cool and exciting, sure, but it's also more or less how the human brain works. our brains are really just electricity, passing little bursts between all the neurons and synapses. on top of that, the sensation of feeling like electric shocks are passing through your skull, or "brain zaps," are a common symptom of withdrawal from antidepressants (which, among other things, are used to regulate someone's serotonin levels). and then there's the case of the world being on fire, literally. everything is lit except my serotonin. my lightning-bolt brain.
a memory:
i never actually stopped working through the pandemic, as i was considered an essential worker. the fires didn't let up either. a particularly horrible fire tore through a nearby area and that's the thing about fires: they turn the whole fucking sky vivid orange. i drove to work on a chilly autumn morning, the whole sky lit up in an orange glare. i stood for a minute in the freezing parking lot while flakes of ash overhead settled like snow onto my car, my hair, my clothes. somewhere, people's homes and livelihoods were burning, and in a matter of days or hours the wind could change and my home and friends could be next. so i walked through the falling ash and the sickly orange glow of the sky and did my temperature check at the door with my mask pulled up over the lower half of my face, and i got to work.
i remember that moment vividly because it was strange and surreal and eerie and it was probably the moment that felt most like the end of the world to me, or at least it did then. driving through town with the sky on fire and a disease tearing through the world and having to walk into work anyway. that's what this track reminds me of: the sheer, staggering surreality of watching everything fall apart, and then...you go to work, because what else are you supposed to do? you go to work. the world is ending. you go to work.
what a time to be alive.
#*making poasts#*writing#i dont think ive ever used that tag but i guess this counts. its a bit more prosey/personal than my standard stuff#just thoughts i was thonking about this song....lines that hit different when u have lived in a fire zone#its such a bright happy-sounding song but jesus christ. jesus christ.#anyway u are free to rb this or reply whatever i dont care
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I'm sure you mean well. But, let me be one man to tell you that men do not need someone to champion against misandry. You know where I experience "misandry?" Tumblr (and it's never anyone being mean to me, more like someone expressing how hurt or mad they are about the glaring difference between how men and women are treated, or something bad that happened to them, I would and do hate men too, and you know, it isn't misandry, misandry is not real in the capacity that misogyny is). Does "misandry" on Tumblr bother me? No, I feel for those ladies, if anything. What is this telling you?
Misandry is not a problem at all. It is reactionary to misogyny, something all women experience outside of Tumblr every day (again, what is this telling you?). I don't have to be a woman to know that. I see and hear it literally everywhere. No exaggeration there. In fact, I more often hear of people praising misogynistic men and cheering them on through their misogyny. Instances of "misandry" are few and far between. Women are often scared to even speak out publicly of their concerns because they'll be dogpiled by naysayers...so it's not often I hear a lady be outspoken outside the Internet as they tend to get shouted down or regarded as a buzzkill or something.
I would consider myself a misandrist for how much I hate my fellow man for the ways they regard women. They lack a moral compass. Except I hardly consider misandry a thing, as I know my hatred is not misplaced or for no reason. Whereas misogyny is. This is not to say "women can do no wrong." But, any time a woman has wronged me, I never once felt as though it was out of hatred for men. More to do with the woman's own personal problems, or perhaps reactionary to something I did or said. No wrong doing ever warrants misogyny. But, when men do wrong, en masse, and their reason is "women bad, women no give what I want," or the infamous "women are good for nothing but taking and sucking dick" as quoted by a former friend of mine; then I'd argue that misandry is absolutely warranted.
Men I know, men I live with actively spit vitriol that would make your ears hurt. "Bitch, cunt, whore, slut" all a regular part of a man's vocabulary that he will throw around with reckless abandon regardless of his surroundings. Not to mention the poor opinions he has of women.
A man I live with treats women as disposable, as he dumps his girlfriend because he "can't hold down a relationship" (she loved him so much, I don't know why), and then he proceeds to go on Tinder to attempt to hook up with various different women. I get far better manners, consideration, and treatment from any and all women I know. I wonder why that would be...is it because I'm respectful and do my best to be self-aware and considerate to my surroundings? Is it because I don't use and discard women like they are pieces of trash? Men wouldn't experience what they believe to be misandry if they weren't such inconsiderate sacks of shit. They say and do hurtful things and wonder why people, specifically women, don't like them.
Yes, I do know good men. But, unfortunately they are few and far between from my experience. Most male friends I've grown up with unfortunately turned out to be assholes...and what were they doing while growing up? Disrespecting the vast majority of girlies I knew in a multitude of ways. Here I thought they'd grow out of it. But, instead they found ways to "mature" into it. Now one of them has trapped a lady as his trad wife as I'm already seeing 50s nuclear family happening all over again...meanwhile the woman in question actually wants to get back out there for work (had a kid with him, stuck at home doing most baby related work any time of the day, he could easily help), and it seems they keep making moves, as a couple, to keep her home. One said move being getting rid of her cat because now taking care of both baby and cat are too much for her. She had that cat before she ever met that guy. You'd think the guy would sooner do more to pull his weight. Nah. Women need help with misogyny far more than men need help with "misandry."
I'm sure you're a nice person. But, your compassion is misplaced. Better to save your energy for people who *need* it. Learn to better pick your battles, as it is not worth expending energy and mental constitution to defend men as a whole. It really isn't. Most men have a tremendous amount of learning to do. I'd sooner be trying to educate them than defend them...and even then, that is a tall order, as if you're my age and still actively spewing misogyny, you've made that decision as an adult to continue on that way rather than process a better world view.
I'm sincerely ashamed of the men I know who I once had faith in to grow up into upstanding fellows. They all instead paid strippers for services, went through women like they do their beers, and take part in what's regarded as "locker room talk" where they speak ill mannered and disrespectfully of any women they've associated with, or even not associated with. A woman gives them what they want, and she's still regarded poorly. This is not exclusive to my former circle either. Men in media. Men in politics. Men of fame. Men who are much older and worldly experienced...and so many say similar if not same shit about women in their lives (and they are comfortable doing it publicly), especially behind closed doors, amongst men, where they will speak in confidence as though to believe *all men* think like them. It's bizarre and disturbing.
Assuming you are a woman, a lady like you would *still* be spoken poorly of, despite your efforts to stand up for men. Just saying, that's half the world's population that seriously can't be bothered. They get up in arms about misandry because they feel they can't continue on with their bullshit when they're being recognized and hated for it. What's wild is I was in a group chat with a gang of fellows who would post all manners of disgusting things in that chat, in their own words, or very volatile links like pornography. They regarded it as their space to say and share anything they wanted, "*unfiltered*" (implying they must always filter themselves) that they felt they couldn't say other places (awful, disgusting things). I called them out on it. You know what happened? The chat disbanded, and they made another one without me, lmao. I spoke to them angrily, but, as a friend, and I was ostracized. Let the "misandry" flow. Men have learning to do. They are far too comfortable in this world, and they guard their shames with a firm hand.
Respectfully, your compassion could be of better use elsewhere, no offense intended. I guess the true ask is..do you support men's hatred of other men for their wrong doings, especially towards women? Do you support men who recognize misogyny as the real issue here, and not misandry? Or would you disparage that man and attempt to invalidate his factual experiences he has presented to you, from male oriented spaces and experiences that you (assuming you're a woman) may likely have never been in as men wouldn't dare speak so openly around you or invite you into their circle of hate? I'm sorry if you have, and still feel a compulsion to piece yourself off to them. Take care!
Ok well, that was super long. You must've taken a lot of time to write that so well done. You couldn't be more solid in your arguments, I'll give you that. So I will try to be as convincing as I can.
I still think that misandry should be treated as a serious issue. In my opinion, it is not just a reaction to misogyny. If it were, why is it present everywhere you look? In movies, shows, books and even music? It is also present when it comes to court cases. Mothers are favoured over fathers. Yes, even the vilest mothers that you can think of can still win custody over their kids. Women who commit crimes get fewer sentences than men, if even sentenced at all. There are even cases where men are forced to pay child support for the kids that they didn't want. As you should know, men are often ridiculed for being raped. Most people still believe that a woman can't rape a man.
So while modern feminism will convince you that misandry is just a reaction to misogyny, it is so much more than that. Anyway, I hope I got my point across :)
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Why do you think SE celebrated other ff couples like Zidane and Garnet on ,for example, their website, but not Cloud and Tifa. In fact other ff couples have been confirmed as exactly that but not Cloud and Tifa. Why do you think that is?
Well, there are a bunch of ways to answer this since the question is very vague to me, so first I gotta ask:
What makes you think Cloud and Tifa aren't celebrated?
Not pictured: Cloud and Tifa getting celebrated apparently.
FFIX is my favorite game of all time but I can't think of a single time where Garnet and Zidane got "celebrated". I'm sure you can find times if you go out and look, but the same goes for Cloud and Tifa. When I think about them I can remember countless times they got "celebrated" in a multitude of ways. For instance, we have SE consistently liking Cloti posts:
Or bringing up things like "words aren't the only thing that tell people what you're thinking".
Or giving them matching outfits:
Hell, I could argue that the very existence of Advent children is a "celebration" of Cloti, seeing as it was originally envisioned as just a short story about Cloud, Tifa, and the kids.
How is Traces of two pasts talking about how Tifa fell in love with Cloud not a celebration? How is "2,000 Gil Leading to a Hero" talking about Cloud wanting to become Tifas "special existence" not a celebration?
And this is ignoring of course that essentially the entire Remake has felt like a celebration of Cloud and Tifas romance to the point where it has been more central to the story than even the romance of Squall and Rinoa was in FFVIII.
So when you say they're not celebrated, what do you mean? Do you mean that they're usually described as childhood friends in relationship charts and descriptions and the like when characters like Zidane and Garnet are not?
Because if so it makes me wonder why Zidane and Garnet are described as "important person" rather than "favors" (the same term often used to describe Tifa btw). It also makes me wonder why Beatrix and Steiner are merely described as "friendly", why Beatrix is described as "loyal to Brahne", and a bunch of different things. Fact is that often times these relationship charts merely describe the predominantly occurring relationship DYNAMIC during the story AS it is essential to the story, rather than exactly describing the nature of the relationships at the conclusion of the story for the sake of shippers.
Which is why we have stuff like this:
Even though Wakka and Lulu literally end up raising a baby.
This is also why the relationship chart for Advent Children only lists Aerith in relationship to Cloud as "sense of guilt", because while obviously Aerith is more than just an object of guilt, the fact that Cloud feels guilt towards her is what's actually important to understanding the events of the movie.
So when we have stuff like this it doesn't tell us that three girls favor Cloud, but Cloud doesn't favor any of them, or that all three girls are equal, or that the game doesn't confirm anything. It just means that the predominant dynamic we see played out in the story is of them favoring him. The actual objective confirmation of Clouds feelings then come from the myriad of quotes we have where it's stated that in the lifestream it is revealed that Cloud and Tifas feelings....are mutual.
So even if it were the case that Garnet and Zidane were described as mutually favoring each other. That would not be something that's to be wondered at. Zidane and Garnets main dynamic right from the start is that of a girl and a boy who has a crush on her. It's neither a reveal not a change of dynamic, but what matters FOR THE STORY is that they're important to each other. With Cloud and Tifa the fact that Cloud has always been in love with her has historically always been presented as a twist, even in Rebirth while it's clear that Cloud is in love with Tifa the notion that this has gone on since childhood, along with the depth and the fact that it's the primary cause of Clouds internal strife, is still something of a reveal, and you generally avoid revealing important twists in books that essentially discus the state of a games story as it is during the game itself. The remake Ultimania doesn't spoil the exact nature of all the different Sephiroths, nor the exact nature of Aeriths knowledge, those are for part 3 to reveal.
But even if none of that were true, and Square-enix absolutely refuses to "celebrate cloti", whatever that means, it is still kind of a moot point, because the unwillingness to explicitly confirm a ship is not the same as no ship being canon. As I've discussed at length in the following article:
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Nomura : “AC is a piece of work made by Japanese people. In Hollywood movies, I think there is a tendency where the meaning of all the scenes have to be expressed clearly but, this isn’t something like that. With our work, the viewer is free to decide how they interpret or enjoy it. The staff has their own answers to all the scenes in the movie such as the angel statue that makes an appearance many times. But, even if someone who has watched it interprets it differently, then that is just another answer. I guess “comparing answers” with friends is one of the ways you can enjoy the movie. I think AC is a movie that makes those who have watched it, want to talk about it with others.“ ~FFVII AC Prologue Book
The reason they might not want to be too explicit about any specific ship might simply be that they don't want to deprive people of the pleasure of having their own interpretations. That doesn't mean that things aren't canon. After all: " The staff has their own answers to all the scenes".
A sentiment that is again reflected in the following interview.
A straight forward path has Cloud ending up with Tifa, and there are no branching paths here. The game allows you leeway to project your own feelings onto it, but it doesn't actually change the story. The developers have their own interpretation, and that's the interpretation that's guiding the story. If YOU want to believe Cloud actually loves Barret, you can, there is nothing or no one stopping you......but they'll never get a kiss.
Additionally, if we are to agree with the premise that Cloud and Tifa (and by extension Cloud and Aerith) aren't celebrated, then there is a corollary question to yours that should be asked as well.
If both ships are valid, then why aren't they just both celebrated?
Rather than not celebrating either ship....why not celebrate both? Make it explicit that that his a "choose your own waifu" game and Cloud genuinely loves whichever girl you want.
Quintessential quintuplets probably is the most famous anime "love war" of the last few years, and it has 5 women vying for the same man, with one unambiguous winner. And yet, rather than the other 4 not getting any "celebration" the 5 are almost always portrayed as equal, all 5 of them often even wearing bridal gowns.
So why not Cloti and Clerith? Why doesn't Square enix celebrate Cloud and Aerith by putting both Cloud and Tifa, AND Cloud and Aerith on some official Couple page? Or hell, I'll do you one simpler.....why doesn't Square-enix celebrate both Cloti and Clerith by giving BOTH an optional Kissing scene? Answer? Because they're not both valid, because this is not a game with branching paths, it's a game where you end up with Tifa, but has in the past given you leeway to project your own incorrect interpretations onto it. But the interpretations are still incorrect, even if not outright corrected. And when telling the story properly requires those incorrect interpretations to be overruled, they will be, as shown by the following quote by Nojima.
"in FINAL FANTASY VII REMAKE, there will be much less room for player imagination. This fact will probably change the feel of the story considerably. People who know the original might not know quite how to take it. Such is the fear that I have. But I also have conviction. It should be possible to feel a much deeper connection to Cloud as you join alongside him"
Anyway, I'm too busy (and lazy) to spend too much time going around looking for more times that SE celebrated Cloti, but I think enigmaphenomenon already did that pretty well with the following article, so I'll link that as a nice resource:
"Cloti Merchandise by Enigmaphenomenon"
Tl Dr; concerning celebrating Cloti.....Who got a kissing scene again? Oh yeah
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TFA RANT!
I love TFA, especially the shattered glass universe! it’s just so underdeveloped so you can go really creative with it!
There’s one problem though,
THE CHARACTERIZATIONS!!!
IN WHAT WORLD DOES “Chipper and Chatty” flip to “Quiet and Backstabbing”????
Bumblebee should be more fleshed that some backstabber, it’s honestly a reach. I feel like THIS Bee would be more pessimistic and a little depressed if i’m honest. I think he wouldn’t speak for a multitude of reasons but mostly because i think in this universe, if someone got tired of hearing him talk they would ACTUALLY do something VIOLENT to him (unlike in TFA) ((and maybe they already have))
they don’t just do this to Bumblebee though,
In my heart, if this came to fruition the sg!tfa universe would be fleshed out and beautifully melancholy and dystopian..
i honestly have my own thoughts for how i would characterize the bots in tfa, for instance i wouldn’t exactly take away their core personality. like Bumblebee’s altruism for example: i would take away the self preservation and replace it with fear of failure. already i can see this going in so many ways, bumblebee risking his life not because he wants to or because it’s the right thing to do, but because if he doesn’t risk his life now he won’t have a life to risk!
DOESNT THAT SOUND ANGSTY AND EXCITING!!
#sg bumblebee#tfa bumblebee#transformers animated#transformers#bumblebee#shattered glass#tfa shattered glass#tfa sg#tfa sg!bumblebee
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YOOOO THE LISTENER TAKING ANAKIN'S VIRGINITY YOU'RE SO RIGHT
I'm glad you liked the audio and I loved what you had to say about it!!! Because yes, this absolutely the start to a beautiful affair between them (I too do not condone cheating even though it's hot). But for it to start this way, for Anakin to even send this holomessage in the first place is like... It's so on the ball for his personal brand of buck wild. Because we know Anakin, and we can hear his thinly veiled pain bubbling under the surface, he so very obviously sounds hurt, betrayed, discarded like nothing, and we know that he feels all of those emotions tenfold for a multitude of reasons (hormones, midi-chlorians, repression, his insecurity etc), but he also has that cockiness that he puts on because he knows he's powerful, and he knows he gives good dick, it's such a funny juxtaposition. Like bby you're so messy, why did you ever think you could have a fwb 😭
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“like bby you’re so messy..” THATS SO TRUE LMFAOOO “so on the ball for his personal brand of buck wild” ANONNN 💀💀
he feels too damn much, everything’s heightened yes. and everything is a funny juxtaposition. i love how u said he’s thinly veiling all those negative feelings BUT HES GOTTA PUT ON COCKINESS COS HE KNOWS HES POWERFUL AND HES GOT GOOD DICK SJJDKSD she’ll be back. even taking his virginity she thought i was a good fuck. and every time after that too. surely, no one can be better than i am for her (eerily similar to listening to palpatines praises, and letting it become his truth that he was a more powerful/better jedi than most)
also no one ever taught him how to form healthy relationships istg 🫠 he can’t keep his boxes apart.
master kenobi? you mean father figure and master.
palpatine? you mean other father figure and chancellor.
the reader? you mean my fwb and also the person i expect to constantly be in my life and never be unfaithful kinda like a gf— no wait no that’s wrong. let me call her.. just to hear her voice
like there was no point in this man’s life that he was “okay”. he’s always been this “villain” under wraps because he’s a product of his environment. that’s the nature of the chosen one i suppose. he’s infatuated with padme in the movies, falling in love with the idea of her rather than the actual person (i say that because he’d already decided he loved her when he’d first met her. like the first person to show him kindness was suddenly his hearts desire—) and i think they wrote it that way on purpose? because i feel like there’s a lot of instances in TCW where he tries to control her and her decisions. (things like trying to keep her from working with rush clovis). almost like he subconsciously wants her to know what he wants her to do, and then do it. so i take from that evidence;
he doesn’t want you to get a boyfriend are you crazy? you should’ve known not to do that. come back.
what i imagine is when he met you, it was less like the padme interaction. it was less pressure, he got to know you a bit. he saw you as a person first instead of an angel, a person with flaws that he took note of instead of ignore. of course, his infatuation with you grows as time goes on. all of this heavily reminds me of an excerpt from my notes that i had been writing up— just cos i think ur so special, 👑, and i want to contribute as much as u have— here it is, only a little edited to fit this narrative:
☥ opportunities present themselves for him to show his true colors, what hes really willing to do, capable of, be driven to. he’s so goddamn dark it’s delicious to me for some reason to analyze his descent into the dark side. and the idea that he uses sex and wrath to release those emotions, to give them a voice and an outlet, in order to satiate them in some way IS ALSO SO DELICOUS TO ME
☥ like he’s been celibate most of his life. whether unwilling or willing, hes avoided sex because he’s been— what he thinks is— “in love” with padme. (with the stuff i’ve seen in the prequels, it seemed he was more in love with the idea of padme instead of the actual person and i think they wrote it that way on purpose). and when he meets reader, suddenly there’s this physical person to meet, to speak, to interact with. his fantasies manifest themselves within someone attainable. she’s got flaws, she’s here, she’s real. instead of the senator hes only been able to dream about. he gets caught up, suddenly his mind that was so preoccupied with padme has been wiped clean. and where he once saw padme’s face he sees reader’s
☥ when he finally has his outlet to let out these insane emotions within him— that the jedi cannot know about and/or choose to ignore within themselves or let go— they’re explosive
☥ like reader takes his virginity, one thing led to another and you and him were breaking shit in your apartment in lower courascant while you threw each other around. somehow he decided this was the time to do it. to go for it. after thinking about you so much after you two met. and you didn’t even know he was a virgin (besides very slight suspicions) until he decided to tell you a little before his dick ended up in you. needless to say you were impressed
☥ when you opened the doors for him, took his virginity, gave him the space to show what he’s made of, he was instantly hooked. sex crazed. not only cos it feels good, but because of that energy release. something to take everything out on. he’s so horny, so eager, impulsive
☥ i feel like because he was stuck in this sort of “innocence loop” (cos i doubt the jedi have sex ed that details how to fuck like a pro, it’s merely educational) that there’s a million things he wants to explore, experiment with, try out. he’ll do anything , i don’t see one thing that this deranged sociopath wouldn’t do if it meant a new experience. he’s a thrill seeker
☥ so you’re obviously surprised he was a virgin since he acted so goddamn deranged, and was so good at acting out the sick ideas he’s had turning over in his mind now that he finally had someone to try them with
☥ during the height of lovemaking, the passion, the heat, hes like a different person. ravenous, animalistic, filthy. finally, all of these pent up feelings inside of him after YEARS of repression just release. he’s disgusting and ofc you love it.
☥ he doesn’t care how he looks, or if what he says sounds horrible. he’s gonna do it and he’s gonna say it and for some odd reason it fuckinf works
☥ after that, he realizes what he’s done, and pays you a visit to let you know that it was fun and it can’t happen again. he loved it, had a great time, but his jedi order forbids attachment, and what they did would only sire attachment if they kept doing it. you agree of course, you thinks he’s sweet to come over to say it, especially because after a one night stand most people never speak again. it’s adorably naive of him. and somehow you and him get onto the subject of the highlights of that night. how he blew your expectations out of the water, and you thought you were freaky/kinky until you met him.
☥ before you know it, you two have reconnected. “just one more time, just one,” he mumbles against your lips as you’re sitting on his lap. he hums in confirmation and digs his fingers into your thighs.
“of course, of course, just get these fucking shorts off,”
☥ you two get into this habit of seeing each other. being fuck buddies. he had a rough day at the temple? he’s coming over to blow off some steam. you had a shitty date and the guy couldn’t last more than a minute? anakin makes sure to pump multiple rounds into that pretty pussy because he feels like he can’t tell you not to see anybody else.
☥ both of you know that this is against his order’s rules, but he doesn’t seem to care. if you and him secretly want to level it up to a romantic relationship, the risk of the other disliking the idea is enough to keep either of you from confessing to the other. you believe a romantic relationship would be a step up from this fuck buddy relationship, and be too much to bear for him on top of everything else.
to get over him you literally get this boyfriend, pretending that it’s not to get over anakin and to have a real reason to stop seeing him.
it confuses anakin ofc. that thought of “i didn’t want her to do that, why did she do that?“ controlling his actions. making him pick up the comm to beg for you one more time— well, at least until the NEXT time he begs for you one more time
it’s so FASCINATING to me. i hope u liked these additions and that they weren’t confusing. im so happy to put them somewhere other than my notes app
disclaimer: there’s nothing wrong with padme i love padme, and she’s necessary and important. i just like explaining my thought process on what’s inside anakin’s head and before they got hitched and all.
#👑 anon#thanks for the msg!!#indy shoots the shit#please make self care a priority#anakin skywalker#anakin skywalker smut#star wars#the clone wars#anakin skywalker x reader#infidelity kink#anakin#hayden christensen#tcw#sw#x y/n#x f!reader#x fem!reader#x female!reader#fwb#anakin skywalker imagine#donnie
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hello I am curious how Hunter becoming Alex's familiar worked?? I know he died but I'd love to know how vampires get familiars in general and what exactly was the situation that led to it
Okay, this is going to be a long one.
Now that demands a longer explanation of the Hellsing/Dracula lore.
"Why, I myself am an instance of a man who had a strange belief. Indeed, it was no wonder that my friends were alarmed, and insisted on my being put under control. I used to fancy that life was a positive and perpetual entity, and that by consuming a multitude of live things, no matter how low in the scale of creation, one might indefinitely prolong life. At times I held the belief so strongly that I actually tried to take human life. The doctor here will bear me out that on one occasion I tried to kill him for the purpose of strengthening my vital powers by the assimilation with my own body of his life through the medium of his blood, relying of course, upon the Scriptural phrase, 'For the blood is the life.' Though, indeed, the vendor of a certain nostrum has vulgarized the truism to the very point of contempt. Isn't that true, doctor?"
Here, Renfield describes the connection between life and blood (which has been stated several times in Hellsing). Though it is common knowledge that vampires need to drink blood to perpetuate their own existence, it is a common misconception (maintained by the portrayal of vampirism in many modern media as a disease or a genetic condition instead of a curse) that they gain nutritional value from blood. The fact of the matter is, vampires don't need blood. Vampires need life. Blood is simply the medium through which they acquire it.
I found him sitting in the middle of the floor on his stool, a pose which is generally indicative of some mental energy on his part. When I came in, he said at once, as though the question had been waiting on his lips. "What about souls?"
It was evident then that my surmise had been correct. Unconscious cerebration was doing its work, even with the lunatic. I determined to have the matter out. "What about them yourself?" I asked. He did not reply for a moment but looked all around him, and up and down, as though he expected to find some inspiration for an answer.
"I don't want any souls!" He said in a feeble, apologetic way. The matter seemed preying on his mind, and so I determined to use it, to "be cruel only to be kind." So I said, "You like life, and you want life?"
"Oh yes! But that is all right. You needn't worry about that!"
"But," I asked, "how are we to get the life without getting the soul also?" This seemed to puzzle him, so I followed it up, "A nice time you'll have some time when you're flying out here, with the souls of thousands of flies and spiders and birds and cats buzzing and twittering and moaning all around you. You've got their lives, you know, and you must put up with their souls!"
Here, Seward describes the connection between life and the soul. It's a bit hazy, but it seems that one cannot take a person's life without also taking that person's soul.
The blood is the life!
In Hellsing blood keeps playing a very important role:
Especially if voluntarily given:
The theme gets repeated within the story, and this is basically the summary of it all:
Blood is the currency of the soul, the coinage of life.
To suck blood is to make the whole existence of a life one's own.
#Answered#Hellsing#My Muses#About My Muses#Alex#Hunter#About Hunter#About Alex#Hellsing OC#Hellsing OCs
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Lots of people contain multitudes and like more than one genre of music, especially in the modern era. It’s not inconceivable that Will could like both punk music and appreciate Taylor Swift’s songwriting
I completely agree with you. I'm a metalhead but I can appreciate many other styles of music (even though I do have very low esteem for pop music in general for many reasons). I'll be honest, I don't know what Taylor Swift does and I have never listened to her music because I'm not interested. So I don't really know how awful it actually is (or not). It's just that I've been seeing her name a lot lately in the Byler tag, especially since Will was confirmed gay and I know she does pop and is very popular among straight girls and some gay men.
My actual point wasn't Will enjoying Taylor Swift music as much as Will enjoying pop music because he's gay and that people (girls) are projecting Will enjoying pop music only because he's a gay boy and is supposed to be and enjoy the same stuff as heterosexual girls. You know, the typical cultural feminization of gay men by heterosexual women. The "he's gay so he's a girl like us!!!!!" (I caricature here but I'm not certain I'm so far from the truth...)
That's a trend I see a lot from many straight women around me and just because yes, many gay men do enjoy this kind of thing, I find it offensive to assume every gay man does because they're gay.
So, if people want to HC that Will enjoys Taylor Swift or Britney Spears or whatever female pop singer, fine by me. As long as they don't HC it because Will is gay. And I'm afraid that's what's happening. I don't see anyone saying that Eddie would love Taylor Swift for instance, or Steve...
I don't know if I'm making any sense. I'm just rambling at this point.
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it’s incredibly creepy to ship real people you don’t even know irl, and doubly creepy to describe their relationships as “canon” as though they’re characters and not actual real people?? literally why just ship fictional characters its not that hard 😭
Hmm ok RPF debates have been ongoing since forever and I absolutely agree that there's a fundamental ethical line in it that CAN NEVER BE CROSSED. Like I absolutely cringe when ppl show the actual people their fanworks of them being shipped with someone else. As well as if fans lost sight of reality and they actually started believing their own stuffs, and even worse, TARGET their supposed significant others, this happened so many times and it's such a toxic culture because it harms so many people and hurt their personal lives.
But on the other hand, I also don't believe that people should be punished for, in its most basic form, basically 'hoping' and 'rooting' for certain people to be together. The thing with RPF is, I think the morale boundary is firm that we only imagine said RP in the capacity of its 'public persona', that is, what they have WILLINGLY shred with us in the context of what they're known in the public for, if they're perhaps an actor, an athlete, etc. My interpretation of someone that I might ship in RPF is exactly only from the media that they operate in, their interviews, their performances, etc, or basically what THEY PRESENT THEMSELVES TO THE PUBLIC, (how they are as a tennis player in the tennis world, as a footballer in the football sphere, as an actor in showbiz, etc).
Precisely because we have NO IDEA what their personal lives look like, nor is it our business, that I believe give RPF a little bit of breathing room. Because the part that is 'fictionalised' so to say is the part of them understood to us SUBJECTIVELY through the medium of our social media, press, television, etc. We can never know what they're really like in real life and we only have access to one section of their world, not the others. In a sense, RPF can also be seen simply as another perspective of interpretation, of this 'public persona'. I believe that the way certain people present themselves in media allow multitudes of understandings, rhetorics, and explanations to be made just as with ANY MEDIA CONTENT, without all of them necessarily being true, or even false.
In this context, I believe it'd be wrong to say that there's no element of fiction in it whatsoever either. Because, as much as we'd like to believe it and stay within the moral safe zone, I don't think fictional works are that safe either. A LOT of fictional works are actually based on real people, and a lot of the romance stories or movies you consumed took major part of their inspiration from REAL LIFE events. The difference is, of course, they adopted this persona under a different name, a given fictional name that the writers gave us. For instance, even Holmes and Watson are based on real people and most of the greatest work of fiction has a large chunk of reality rooted in it.
This also answers why RPF is appealing, because in essence, I believebhumans might love dreaming and hoping, but they crave even more to know that there's an element of truth in it, that this story is embedded in reality and that it can also happen to us. Isn't that the whole attractice premises of biopic movies/ historical fictions?
Bottom line is, I think it's frankly hypocritical to morally discredit people who might want to indulge in a different version of reality, albeit if they didn't hide it behind the jargons of fictional names and places. What I think is critical, however and I agree with you here, is that the separation between fiction and reality ALWAYS needs to stay clear, and we need to respect their privacy in parts of their lives that they don't share to the public, but that's precisely why we have safety measures in fanworks, the locked accounts in AO3, how certain posts are restricted etc.
In layman's term, anon, I give you the example of Rick Astley. When rick-rolling became viral, he initially becane really depressed about people mocking him (which in context might even be more horrible than aggressively hoping he ended up with someone else lol as people literally make him the butt of a joke for a decade). But years later, he's come to terms with it and now fully embraces it, singing 'never gonna give you up' to full stadiums, joking about it, even doing a parody of it and generally having a blast reminiscing his youth.
In his own words, he said, "I finally understood that it might be me in all those videos, but it was never actually about me."
I suggest you watch his interview here, he really has some great insights on what it means for the public to 'fictionalise' your real persona and image
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A Court of Thorns and Roses (ACOTAR) Review
I did not plan on reading this book. Hype books don’t really work for me, but I’ve started listening to the podcast, Those Forking Fangirls, and they have this segment called ‘Chapter Chat’. They decided to reread ACOTAR and have a 20-ish minute talk about the next chapter near the end of each episode. So, I’m listening to this for a few episodes and thinking, “ok this sounds at least somewhat interesting”. ADHD dopamine kick started: let’s read a sample on Libby and see if it’s worth it. Because this book is so dang long (my opinion), I was able to reach midway through chapter 4. So, I became intrigued enough and got a physical copy from the library (Libby’s wait was stupid long). Read it in a few sittings. I went in expecting nothing. Why? Years later, the fandom-fueled hype is still going strong and I like to make up my own mind instead of expecting it to go one way or the other from the start. Well, I definitely formed my own opinions.
Here we go! This was extremely easy to read (this is NOT a negative criticism). I’d been mulling over this for over a week since finishing so I could explain this as best I can. Maas -at least in this instance- writes in a style similar to James Patterson. DON’T GO IN AN UPROAR! Hear me out:
the language isn’t a complex prose that is what I consider “typical fantasy verbiage”;
she writes in first person POV (Feyre is talking to you as her best friend);
it’s plot-driven: no multitude of literary devices, timelines, and backstories to distract you from what’s really important;
the chapters are easy to read through (not too long, not too short) and end in a way that encourages you to keep going;
plenty of conflict and dialogue, but nothing over-the-top or unnecessary; and finally,
Maas definitely did her research when creating a world based on Anglo-Irish folk religion and she seamlessly created an easy-to-digest world that she owns.
If you don’t believe me, just google “James Patterson writing style”. I’m sure I can’t be the first reader to experience this, but I might be the first to quasi rabbit-hole like this. It makes so much sense, though! I was only 5 chapters in when I realized that I wasn’t having my typical waning interest (as I’m wont to have when I read high fantasy) and was actually engaged in the story. AND I was BLASTING through like a hurricane! This never happens when I read higher-than-middle-grade-level fantasy. Generally: I pause, take a break, pick it up later…or never. Fantasy and SciFi require a lot of active reading from me (looking for plot devices, etc.), but ACOTAR didn’t. It’s easily digestible in that it doesn’t require any more from me than to just sit back and enjoy the show. If that doesn’t fit your bill, then this book is not for you.
Continuing the review: I love me a good fairy tale retelling and ACOTAR is an interesting take on ‘Beauty and the Beast’ without it being too obvious at first look. Here are the elements (I’m going to try to keep my snark from taking over): girl gets taken ‘prisoner’ by beast, she gets the awkward “welcome to your new home” speech, she learns about a curse affecting the land and told not to ask too many questions, she finds out that “beauty is in the eye of the beholder” and falls in love because you know why, he sends her back to keep her safe, she can’t stay away because she knows something’s wrong and returns to find him in danger. I think you know where I’m going with this. ANYWAY, that’s the skeleton outline. Everything else is completely made up by Maas and is brilliantly done. Do I want to get into more detail about the characters and other literary devices? Not really. There’s so much of that in other reviews that I think I’d be repetitive. In brief, I really liked the characters’ personalities and can see how they’ve endeared themselves to the ACOTAR fans. All the beauty/beast elements were woven into a unique story that I genuinely enjoyed. Will I read the next one? Most likely.
SIDE NOTE: this is technically New Adult: it features characters over 18 (consenting adults) and is considered a YA-Adult crossover. I’m not pro-censorship, but I do like giving honest feedback on what I think the true ‘age-audience’ is for books that have high crossover appeal. “Guided reading levels” just make for difficult and awkward conversations (remember, I’m a Teen Librarian). I prefer general age ratings similar to manga and video games: this would be 16+ (Older Teens).
Thank you for reading^_^ Have a good one!
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Because the Empty admitted that they didn’t have anywhere else to send Castiel in season 13, when Castiel essentially annoyed the Empty into giving him a new lease on life, I think that Chuck only actually created the super, mega angel hell sometime after season 14.
I get torn on what exactly would have sparked the creation of this new, severe addition to the angel afterlife. I would love to say that Chuck whipped it up especially for Michael, when Lilith was annulated in The Red Wagon Diner, and Chuck realized that his oldest son was not going to blindly obey him the way his character was always meant to. But all things considered, it makes more sense that Chuck created it before Castiel made his deal to bring Jack back to life. Either way though, I am absolutely convinced that the first thing Chuck did after creating it was pluck Metatron out of whatever afterlife he was experiencing at the time (whether you believe that he was sleeping in the Empty with the other angels, or locked away somewhere in Heaven or Hell, since he died as a human without his grace) and tossed him right in, as punishment for that one time that Metatron burned one of Chuck’s books. You can’t tell me Chuck isn’t petty enough for that shit.
But see, because Chuck was dealing with such a crippling case of writer’s block by that point, and given that we saw Becky’s reaction to what work he was able to force out, I don’t think he did a good job in creating it. In fact, I think that he threw it together pretty hastily---especially if he was creating it during that period when he was walking between world and personally overseeing the destruction of one reality after another. (Quick shout out to the squirrel reality Chuck admitted to making on a whim; those poor fluffballs didn’t deserve to go out that way.) For all we know, Chuck might have overlooked key details when he was making Hell.
For instance, Hell is run by a multitude of demons, who are heartless and powerful, and endlessly multiplying through a system that gradually turns their victims into fellow demons, which. . .I do not think the Empty, an entity just under God and the Darkness in terms of strength, would tolerate. And as such, I kind of like to think that maybe when Castiel got there, there was no one else in angel hell. Except for Metatron.
And then Michael.
Just the three of them, awkwardly sitting on the floor in this huge empty space, and staring one another down any time someone makes a noise. That’s my image of angel hell.
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small things about the Legend of Vox Machina that have elevated the show from good to great for me
while Vax and Vex look incredibly similar, Vex clearly has a tan where Vax doesn’t
Gilmore actually looks as described! He’s big and flamboyant and I love it!
the visualization of classic D&D spells. Keyleth’s daylight was beautiful and Pike’s healing was perfect. Delilah’s spellcasting and techniques were absolutely nailed. raise dead has never looked better
every single instance of monster design. both the dragon and the wraiths/shadows were so well executed I still think about them
Percy’s mask and the appearance of the dark shadows surrounding him. also every animation choice that lead to him looking like an edgy anime protagonist.
the team covering for each other in small instances of support. it’s not all big dramatic shows of loyalty
Vax unrolling an actual kit of real lockpicks
Percy being allowed to acknowledge how his and Keyleth’s situations are different without demeaning her struggle
Vax tucking his hands into his belt and walking with a slouch
including the party safeword
the way Pike’s religious focus looks
Sylas not appearing in the mirror
protective Keyleth going feral over injured Vax
Keyleth being terrified and in shock during battle
the way Grog breaks down the door to get to the rest of the party when the wraiths/shadows attack
Vax’s eyes going super soft whenever he interacts with Keyleth lol
‘nothing but Bad News’
Allura literally facepalming in the background during every scene with Vox Machina in high society
the animation for Craven Edge as well as the apperance
Percy missing like 80 percent of his shots
Pike putting her pinky up daintily even as she chugs alcohol from a champagne glass during a high society party and then immediately smashes it on the ground. she contains multitudes
the dragon rug
Vex hiding her mouth behind her fan when she speaks at the dinner party
Vax and Vex just casually robbing people during an all out barroom brawl
Percy’s glass shattering from the top even though he was holding it at the bottom. what 😭
Keyleth’s drunk face
the fact that the campaign starts out in a bar with a barfight in the most typical of campaign beginnings ever. god tier
Vex being insanely good at navigating the dinner party and high class atmosphere. out of everybody there she is the most put together
Simon
#critical role#anyways i am HYPED for the next episodes#cr1#tlovm#tlovm spoilers#vax'ildan#vex'ahlia#percy de rolo#keyleth#vox machina#grog strongjaw#pike trickfoot#scanlan shorthalt#myramblings
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Revolver
I’ve never been one to pick out the details—
when scrutinizing the larger picture.
Those paintings like fabric-made acrylic.
A constant reminder that i’m forced to constantly question
raw vs. Organic.
For instance— because i’m a grade eleventh repeater
does that mean i’m a weapon holding the amount of bullets
it takes a coward to finally do something that took courage?
Eyes full of regret & fear—
their hands trembling as much as my heart
which i guess is why i see myself so clearly in every
suicide victim, because the only
difference between us two is a single
digit amount of good days toppling the bad
and the consent of different body parts causing triad.
Which makes me wish i still had the imagination left to play pretend—
that these scars around my body were just a couple tattoos
the kind written in a language only newborns could understand.
Plastered pastel ink that i’ll never comprehend, as though
every single child a few years younger than us
broke down the genetic code of the umbilical cord and decided they
wanted to be angels instead.
That’s the kind of way i’d like to play pretend—
no more firefights that value democracy over freedom
& liberty over the multitude of victims
but instead maybe just held a hand.
Without a crowd jeering onward, because pr thought that would be the easiest and fastest way to reach maximum profit upward.
& i’m sorry i don’t value economics over the lost education that
mathematics are the most beautiful form of poetry that could ever subside in between the knots of dark matter
like the knots in between yr back where my fingertips fit so perfectly.
& there i don’t pretend to be a chiropractor because
everyone knows that chiropractors already do that
& instead i untwist knots as though i never skipped a single class of boy scouts
not just in yr flesh but in yr soul as well.
As though i could actually do anything i say
because love is a verb, love is a doing word
you’re supposed to show it. Not say it.
So where the fuck does that leave me?
Inside the tassels of lady liberty?
I don’t think she’s able to fuck anymore
unless using oil as lubricated war.
Because i came out of the womb
endlessly rocking—
but i
still
try
to slow down.
Because i’ve never been one to pick out the details—
when scrutinizing the larger picture.
When at faux art galleries
displaying art that i don’t understand.
& i always think i don’t
because i’m an eleventh grade revolver.
Spinning so fast that you can’t keep up with the subject matter
but you know that it does something to you.
The way every atheist can’t keep up with the dark matter
but they know that it’s god doing something to you.
And because of them i pray
that this causes the wheels inside yr head
to spin a revolution, or two.
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the blessing of a blizzard ; spencer reid
pairing: spencer reid x gn!reader
summary: a blizzard leaves the team holed up in the bau office. spencer can’t stop thinking about your elusive boyfriend, mike, who might not be your boyfriend after all. 4.3k
a/n: festive fic! kind of! im too scared to do a final check so if there’s errors or i misuse pronouns just lemme know ily happy holidays ! thank you to the incredible @homoose for helping with dialogue :D
Mike. His name is Mike, and Spencer hates him.
Full name Michael, Spencer presumes, which comes from Hebrew meaning “who is like God?” A rhetorical question, implying there is no person like God, Michael was one of the archangels in Hebrew tradition and the only one identified as an archangel in the Bible.
What Michael should mean, however, is the guy that stole your heart and left Spencer thinking things very unlike him – that Mike, a man Spencer has never met and that clearly makes you very happy, has a really stupid name, for example.
There are three things Spencer knows about him:
1. Ever since you started deciding on his wardrobe, ladies love him. It makes you a little jealous, apparently.
2. You love baking him homemade treats whenever you can. Like a movie playing in his head, Spencer can perfectly remember you excitedly chatting with Garcia and Emily, animatedly explaining how excited Mike gets when he sees you’ve made something just for him.
3. Mike can be a bit of a dick, actually. There have been several mornings you’ve come in with a long face, leaning back in your desk chair far enough to view the world upside down and whining about how grumpy Mike was that morning, how you had to tip-toe around your apartment lest he get mad.
You’d called him your soulmate, added that he’s a light in your life you didn’t know you needed until you had him. You’re a person who chooses their words carefully, so when you’re walking around putting Mike and soulmate in the same sentence, you mean business.
That business is ripping Spencer’s heart out of his chest, apparently. Because you’re busy showing JJ pictures of him on your phone right now, blissfully unaware of the subconscious glare Spencer is lasering into your phone as he leans against the jet counter.
Spencer’s never had the honour of seeing Mike (a genuine word you used – honour) and you know what? Spencer doesn’t want to know what Mike looks like. Spencer doesn’t care. Mike’s probably ugly, anyway, and Spencer’s confidence within himself grows day by day and if there’s one thing he’s learnt recently it’s that comparison is the thief of joy and-
“Oh!” JJ exclaims, “He’s gorgeous!”
Fuck Mike. Really, fuck him.
+++
The floor is slippery beneath everyone’s feet, the surrounding area slowly losing its mixture of colours to blend into one coat of white.
It’s snowing.
Garcia greets the team, a steaming cup of tea in her bejewelled hands, and everyone gets to work right away. There’s whispers of the snow getting heavier and sticking and covering more and more ground with more and more depth; people are rushing against the proverbial clock to get done and get home before they’re all stuck.
But that won’t happen, right? If people were genuinely concerned about getting snowed in, surely everyone would’ve been sent home early as a precaution. Right? Right?
Wrong.
Rossi’s the one to notice it, calling out, “Check it out. Snow’s pretty bad.”
He says it like it’s nothing, like they’ll race to the windows then deflate with disappointment because you couldn’t even create a single snowball with that light coat, but holy hell people are walking around with snow up to their ankles and it’s still coming down thick. And then the lights are flickering and JJ is making frantic calls home to Will and Hotch is exiting his office, phone pressed to his ear, calling everyone to attention:
“There’s a blizzard incoming. It’s too dangerous for anyone to be on the roads, so we’re being told to sit tight. You should all try to call home, just in case; we don’t know how long we’ll be here.”
Some people still brave it, still try to head on home, and whether they make it or not is up to the Gods. The team glance around, varying expressions – Emily and Derek look pissed, JJ is worried, and you and Rossi are straight-faced. Penelope is bouncing in excitement.
“It’s like a sleepover!”
All Spencer can think about is how Mike will have to suffer another day without you. He bites back a smile.
+++
Spencer’s straining his neck, butt barely on his desk chair, in attempt to see around all the bustling people that stand between you and him. Through the glass BAU doors, on the phone, your shoulders are slumped and you kick your boot against the floor a few times to channel your multitude of emotions into something. He hopes Mike isn’t giving you a hard time for something that isn’t within your control.
Emily looks up from her monitor, where she’s doing Christmas shopping even though it’s Christmas Eve, and looks thoroughly amused by Spencer’s internal battle of wanting to watch you but not wanting it to be obvious.
“You good, Reid?”
Spencer flinches like Emily pinched him. “Yeah, good. Fine. Are you good?”
Emily makes a show of slowly turning to look at you, still on the phone, then slowly turning back to Spencer’s wide-eyed gaze. She smirks. “You think they’re talking to Mike?”
Yes, Spencer does think that, but he’d made a point to not fully acknowledge it. And there’s something about Emily’s smugness that tells Spencer she’s teasing him – she knows something he doesn’t and it makes his eyes narrow. “Probably. Why?”
Whatever the response is, Emily’s barely opened her mouth before she’s interrupted by Penelope Garcia gracefully clapping her hands, getting the attention of every BAU member. The team quiets and all eyes are on Penelope. Except Spencer, who watches with concern as you sneak back to your desk, a furrow to your brow and downward dips either side of your mouth.
“I know these are less-than-great circumstances, and we’re stuck in work of all places, but that shouldn’t mean we can’t have a little fun! So…”
She wildly gestures for Hotch to step forward, a cheesy grin on her face and a gleam in Hotch’s eye that tells everyone he’s also smiling but internally, and she takes the three large boxes he was carrying like the good sidekick he is.
“We’re building gingerbread houses!”
There’s exclamations of surprise and joy; Emily lights up at the idea of doing anything other than work or sitting at her desk, and JJ takes a box to look it over before asking, “Where did you get these?”
Hotch answers. “They were supposed to be for the kids,” He shrugs, holding back a smile, “However, I guess we can use them now.”
“Yes,” Penelope nods, “Yes, we can use them now. Get your game faces on, because this is a competition. Hotch and Rossi are the judges, because they’re grumpy old men, and the rest of us will be in teams of two fighting to build the best gingerbread house the BAU has ever seen.”
Derek speaks up for the first time, just to insult Spencer. “I refuse to be on a team with Reid. He has no creative skills.”
Members of the team laugh and Spencer reacts indignantly. He wants to reply, but you’re already speaking.
“Hey! I’ll take him! Spencer’s great.”
Many heads snap to you when you speak, Spencer’s surely got whiplash, but you’re looking at him and smiling at him and him alone. He’s breathless at the sight, how you chose him and have literal stars in your eyes, yet all he can think is how undeserving he is of such a beauty. How undeserving anyone is, mostly Mike, to exist in the same reality as someone who puts the definition of beautiful to shame.
Spencer’s about to make the best damn gingerbread house the world has ever seen.
+++
So, building a gingerbread house? A little more difficult than originally thought.
Maybe it’s the sticky icing, or the temptation to simply eat all the sweet decorative candy rather than use it for its intended purpose, or…
Maybe it’s the pretty teammate Spencer has that keeps brushing against him, keeps brushing against his hands, and like a virus to a computer you completely wipe Spencer of all thoughts other than: Y/N.
Spencer caught you watching him while he was rolling up his shirt sleeves, caught you staring at his hands and trailing your eyes up his forearms, following the sleeves as they moved inch by inch up to his elbows.
Then, when Spencer was holding two pieces of gingerbread together, you were too lost in thought to put the icing between the cracks and cement them together. Your eyes were trained on the fingers pressing the pieces together. Spencer had to call your name three times to wake you up.
Then, something weird happened (if the previous instances weren’t weird enough). You two had been in your own bubble of hushed tones and accidental touching, surrounded by bickering and collapsing houses and at one point Emily offered Rossi twenty bucks if he just votes for her and JJ without them making a house, and suddenly it’s silent. All he can hear is his heartbeat, his blood pumping in his ears, and all he can feel is the warmth of your breath on his ear because you’re right there, over his shoulder, joining him in hunching over your creation to decorate it with all kinds of shapes and colours.
The close proximity is too much. It’s too much.
You lean even closer, shoulder and arm pressed directly against Spencer’s, and lift another hand to place a miniature candy cane next to the gingerbread door. The action causes your hand to brush Spencer’s, and for the first time ever he’s not jolting away like he’s been electrocuted, no, his hand stays there, hovering, waiting and hoping for more.
Hoping for more of you.
And you seem to realise, too, that Spencer’s reaction is abnormal. He can’t decide if you’re testing the waters, or if it was a mere accident. But what are you testing the waters for? Why are you trying to touch him? Why do you want to touch him?
He takes a sharp intake of breath. From the corner of his eye, he sees you turn to look at him, and he almost doesn’t reciprocate. Almost.
You’re so close, face so close to his own. You take the softest breaths, in and out, sending the gentlest puffs of air onto Spencer’s lips.
He has no idea what the fuck is happening. He doesn’t want it to stop.
Your eyes, always shining and full of an emotion Spencer can’t decipher, dance around his face – his eyes, to his nose, stopping on each cheek, back and forth and up and down. Spencer’s captured by them, unable to tear himself away, which has become quite the habit since he’s known you.
Then you’re looking at his lips.
Spencer blinks, hoping to clear away the obvious hallucination he’s having, but no. Nothing changes. Your gaze remains, unwavered, making Spencer subconsciously open his mouth. The softest gasp leaves it when your pupils dilate.
This is the perfect moment to kiss, right? Right here, in front of the gingerbread house you made together, decorated together, and now begin the start of something else together. It makes sense, it’s almost poetic, and Spencer’s thought about you and him in a relationship enough times to consider this opportunity good and sweet enough to regale everyone with in the future.
Can you imagine it? “We had our first kiss in front of the gingerbread house we slaved over together. We won the competition, too.”
There’s a loud clang – Penelope found an actual gong from somewhere – and Rossi announces that the timer has gone off and it’s time for the judges to vote for the winner.
When you gently pick up yours and Spencer’s creation and take it to a cloth-covered table, where Rossi and Hotch ominously stand with their arms crossed, Spencer is frozen in place.
Oh my god. Oh my god.
There’s no way you wanted to kiss him. It isn’t possible. You’ve never looked at him like that before. It must’ve been a mistake.
But you were so close…
No. If Spencer made that move, it would’ve ruined everything – your friendship, the festive fun, the atmosphere of the entire evening. Everyone’s expected to be stuck here for at least another six hours, and making it tense and awkward was not something Spencer is willing to do.
But your eyes…
Spencer can’t think about that fact too much. That could mean anything – dilated pupils don’t necessarily mean you’re in love. You could’ve gotten a good whiff of the gingerbread and felt hungry, or a song you really liked started playing from the playlist Penelope created. Or, most likely, Spencer thinks, you were thinking about someone else.
Your boyfriend, for example.
You have a boyfriend. Mike.
Of course, you were probably thinking of Mike. Your boyfriend.
Spencer almost kissed someone in a relationship, and he’s pretty sure you almost kissed him too.
+++
Much to Derek’s chagrin, you and Spencer win the gingerbread house contest.
Penelope was baffled, frantically gesturing to the Jacuzzi she made with icing and- Derek made miniature weights? Somehow? It looked chaotic.
“Practicality, my dear,” Rossi told her. “Who, living in a gingerbread house, is worried about working out?”
Even though you and Spencer were the winners, Derek and Penelope and their pouting (and calls for a rematch) took the attention away from the obvious awkward tension between the winners. Spencer stayed at the desk you worked at while you took your house to the judges, stayed at the desk when you were crowned and stayed at the desk when you cheered.
You looked at him, wide grin and happy eyes, and all he could do was tightly smile back. Give a thumbs up.
He gave you a thumbs up. You nearly kissed less than ten minutes prior. And all he could do was give you a thumbs up.
The light in your eyes dimmed, but you seemed to understand.
Understand what, exactly? Spencer’s not so sure either. But something clicked in your head – you nodded to yourself as if confirming whatever you’ve concluded, and turned your back to him.
That was an hour ago. Now, the team has spread across everyone’s desks. Turns out, Hotch is a big fan of gingerbread - he’s consumed most of Derek and Penelope’s creation, icing and all, while Rossi has decided now is a good time to open one of the many bottles of whiskey he has in his office.
Spencer believes having that much alcohol in your work environment is breaking some kind of rule, but the snow isn’t letting up and it looks like a sleepover in the BAU office is likely. He deserves a little whiskey.
And where are you in all of this?
Spencer won’t lie and pretend he hasn’t had you in his line of sight the entire time, so he’ll recap what you’ve been doing: laughing at Derek’s jokes, plaiting Penelope’s hair, eating the candy Emily and JJ didn’t use on their house.
You’d left the room to call home and check up on things (check up on Mike, Spencer thinks bitterly) and now you stand in front of the large window by the BAU elevators, watching the snow fall.
Spencer has the perfect view of you through the glass doors. When the call ends and you stay there, he grabs a paper plate, grabs one of the walls from yours and his masterpiece and makes his way towards you.
He doesn’t know what he’ll say, or how he’ll even act, but he wants to talk to you. Things feel weird after the almost-kiss, and Spencer never wants things to be weird with you. He can’t have things weird with you. You hadn’t talked to him once since the competition, and he has a feeling you’re waiting for him to make the first move.
So he does. If that’s what you need, he’ll do it.
(He’s making this more dramatic than it needs to be, really, but he feels everything so deeply when it comes to you)
“Hey.”
Spencer’s voice perfectly matches the snowy atmosphere. It makes you feel warm inside, like you’ve just taken a sip of hot cocoa, and so often he’s left goosebumps on your skin just from speaking.
Seeing the outstretched paper plate in his hand, you take it gratefully. “Hi there. Thanks.” You nod to the gingerbread that you begin breaking up.
You hand him the first piece even though he brought it for you, and it’s silent while you both chew thoughtfully and watch the pure white outside. It doesn’t feel weird, necessarily, standing here, shoulder-to-shoulder with you, but you’re certainly more in your head than usual. You’re thinking a lot and, as much as it hurts him, Spencer knows you’re likely preoccupied by your boyfriend and not what transpired between you earlier.
It’s that thought, that disappointment settling into his chest, that opens his mouth unconsciously: “How’s Mike? Does he know you’re not making it home tonight?”
He regrets it immediately, worsened by the way you stop mid-chew, eyes dimming like Spencer’s taken a baseball bat and shattered the lights inside.
This is unchartered territory – talking about Mike with you – and you know it. Who, in their right mind, willingly asks the person they have feelings for how their relationship with someone that isn’t you is going? Does Spencer enjoy pain?
Although this is the first time Spencer’s mentioned Mike to your face (he’s mentioned Mike plenty to a laughing Derek), he’s been so close to presenting the topic many times. He wants to know so badly – wants to know how well Mike treats you, really treats you (he will profile you), if you see a long-term future with him and if not, on average how long does it take you to get over your exes? Just an estimate?
You swallow the gingerbread you’re eating. “He’s okay. My roommate has to take care of him, but at least he’s got someone.”
Huh?
Since when do you have a roommate?
And why is your roommate taking care of your boyfriend?
Oh. Guilt blooms in Spencer when it registers that he’s been thinking ill of a person that might be sick. No wonder you dote on him so much and seemed devastated to make that phone call home earlier - Mike needs you, you can’t be there for him, and you feel horrible for it.
Spencer feels horrible for having the subject of his anger be someone you so clearly cherish, so deeply love. He’s embarrassed that if he was asked to explain why he hates Mike so much, he’d have to tell them it’s because Mike has you, and you’re what Spencer wants. What about what you want?
“Take care of him?” Spencer asks. The concern is genuine, which is an emotion he never thought he’d have in regards to Mike. “Is something wrong?”
“Oh,” You shrug. “He needs someone watching over him at all times, that’s all.”
That’s all?
You continue. “Make sure he eats – and only eats what he’s supposed to. Give him his meds. Make sure he poops. Those kinda things.”
What?
“Your… roommate makes sure your boyfriend poops?”
Now, Spencer knows what you look like when you’re confused. Honestly, he has every facial expression you’ve graced him with tucked away in a proverbial box he spends too much time thinking about. He knows that when you’re trying not to laugh, you bite the inside of your left cheek. When you’re frustrated but need to present a professional front, you bite the inside of your right cheek. Happiness fills your entire face, like every inch is consumed by it, and you’ve trained yourself to transport anger to your hands, where they twist into tight fists and leave fingernail marks in your palms.
Confusion is one of his favourites (second only to joy – for obvious reasons. Have you seen your smile?) because it takes many forms. You’ve pursed your lips, narrowed your eyes, tapped your foot on the floor. When you do them all, Spencer considers it a jackpot. There’s something about the way you look when you’re presented with something you can’t quite figure out yet, when you’re perplexed, that just-
You make it hard for him to concentrate. He can’t be a genius when you’re around because you’re so pretty. You’re a vision and he can never rattle off information to you specifically because he will trip up and divert to talking about the beauty that is you and that would be embarrassing for many reasons.
But this type of confusion? The way you’re looking at him right now? He’s never seen this before. Your jaw has dropped, your brows are furrowed so deeply they might fall off, and you look… horrified.
“My… my boyfriend?”
Spencer mirrors your expression. “Yeah, your boyfriend. Mike?” He looks around, waiting for cameramen to jump out and tell him he’s being pranked, because why don’t you know who your own boyfriend is?
You move slowly, placing the half-eaten plate on the windowsill before turning to face Spencer fully. You take a second to compose yourself.
“Mike is my cat.”
Mike is…
“And he’s having digestive issues, so he needs to be watched pretty much full-time.”
Silence. Tense, weird silence.
“…You thought Mike was my boyfriend?”
Spencer sputters, then, because of course he did! “Yes! The way you talk about him was… it was… it seemed…”
He flustered, oh so flustered, hands flailing and face enflamed and burning from the inside out. How had he not known?! How had… how had your wires gotten so convoluted, so mixed?
Does everyone know that Mike is a cat? Is Spencer the only one out of the loop? The look Emily gave him earlier, that knowing too-smug look, was that…
She was making fun of him. She knew he thought Mike was a person, not a pet, and was teasing him because of it.
All at once, the world seems lighter and dimmer – a contradiction that leaves Spencer’s chest heaving – because the past year feels like a lie. He’s spent so long seeing the way you come to life when talking about Mike, sitting opposite you on the jet as you awaken like a dying flower watered when home got closer and closer, and it was all for… a cat?
There’s a mist over Spencer’s eyes as he recalls every overheard declaration of love and coos of how handsome Mike is, and you’re laughing. Spencer’s having a crisis in front of your very eyes and you’re laughing. Hunched over, a single tear falling from your eye, clutching your stomach because it hurts from the ferocity of your giggles.
By the time you quieten, your hand is over your mouth to cover the big grin that grounds him, gives him something other than this revelation to focus on. Spencer’s still baffled, frazzled, but there’s the tiniest of smiles on his face because of how overjoyed you look. And he did that. Albeit his stupidity did it, but Spencer’s stupidity nonetheless.
You’re out of breath. “God I… I don’t even know what to say. You really thought my cat was my boyfriend?”
Spencer’s fighting a smile, lips wiggling. The way you’re looking at him now, all blinding smile and crinkled eyes, alleviates him of any anxiety he earlier had. Like you’ve wiped away his plate-full of worries, all the times it felt like he took an arrow to the heart, all the times he caught you smiling at your phone because you were looking at pictures of Mike, it’s all worth it. Because you’ve never looked like this while talking about Mike, and Mike is a cat. He isn’t a person, isn’t your boyfriend. Mike is a cat and Spencer has a chance.
Spencer has a chance.
“Does this… this means you’re single, right?”
A somewhat terrified look overtakes his face.
“Oh, shoot, you are single, right?”
You bite your lower lip and nod. “Yes, Spencer. I’m single.”
He lets out a breath. “Good. That’s good. I’m glad.” He repeats your nod, realises what he said could imply, and starts shaking his head. “Not-not good good. You’re incredible and need to be appreciated, but… good, because that means we could, you know…” He gestures vaguely. God, why can’t he get coherent words out? “If you wanted to, we could-“
“Are you trying to ask me out, Spencer?”
“Yes.”
Just to cause immense emotional distress, you raise an eyebrow, mischief clear on your face, and wait for him to continue.
“You want me to actually ask?” He winces.
“I’ve spent the last year convinced you didn’t like me, so, yes, I want you to actually ask.”
The new information sends ice down Spencer’s back because what? Since when? “You- what?“
“I’ve liked you for a while, Spencer,” You cross your arms over your body, slightly embarrassed. “But you always kept your distance so I did too, I guess.”
“I thought you were taken!” Spencer exclaims. “If I’d known I would’ve-we could’ve- I would-“
“You’d what, Reid?” There’s a teasing lilt to your tone, but there’s no denying you’re incandescently happy.
He takes a deep breath and asks what he’s wanted to for far too long. “When this is all over, would you like to go on a date with me, Y/N?”
Relief flashes in your eyes, like you didn’t fully believe what was happening until he finally asked, and words have never sounded as pretty as when you say: “Yes. Yes I would.”
Like lovesick idiots, you stand in front of the window with the snowfall as a backdrop, grinning at each other. You can’t help it – you lean up, press a kiss to his cheek that immediately sets his skin ablaze, and fall back onto your feet with a smile sweeter than all the sugar you’d consumed today.
“Merry Christmas, Spencer.”
Somehow, despite the nerves and the way his heart is trying to leap into your hands, he manages to tell you, “Merry Christmas, Y/N.”
+++
(Three weeks later, Spencer meets the Mike. Turns out he’s a nice guy. Spencer takes the first opportunity he can to apologise for all the bad things he said about him behind his back. The purring tells Spencer he’s forgiven)
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Hey Archer how are you doing? Hope you're somewhat recovered from the shock of yesterday's episode - it certainly left a lot of us with a heavy heart.
Just need your opinion on something that keeps bouncing around my head and refuses to be quiet. I know this kind of scenario is highly unlikely and probably doesn't really make any sense but, but that doesn't stop it from bugging me :D
So here goes (I should have gone anon for this *lol*). What are the chances that Wai could possible, maybe, be in love with Pran and when he find out about him and Pat he concocts that heinous plan out of jealousy? What if his supposed "crush" on Paa was all pretense to distract from the truth, and what if he did what he did to force Pat and Pran to break up so he has a chance?
I know it's crazy but he just seems to oddly.... possessive of Pran, but maybe I'm just imagining things :D
hello, dear!! thank you so much for checking up on me - as usual, i am incredibly emotional on fridays, but i calm down a bit and start actually analyzing things the next day, so i am doing much better now.
we have had quite a few people saying that wai has a crush on pran ever since the show started coming out, but i don't think it makes sense at this point, for a multitude of reasons:
we have had multiple instances of him definitely acting in a way that someone who has a crush wouldn't - he was super excited and bantery with pran in episode 2 about the guy across the hall flirting with him, and in the scene in episode 7 where pat and pran try to make each other jealous with ink and wai respectively, wai reacts in a very "what the fuck are you doing, buddy?" way rather than in any way that someone with a crush would;
the way his crush on pa has been framed, there is no possible way that it's pretense - their meeting, him trying to ask ink about her, all the little details make absolutely no sense if it's just him trying to pretend like he has a crush on her (what's he doing in that case? method acting, so that his crush would be more believable in pran's presence?);
looking back at all instances where he seemed "possessive" of pran, i feel like - with the context that we now have - they were never possessive moments in the first place, and i actually had an anon once ask me why wai is so insistent on "protecting" pran from pat even though pat has never done anything bad to pran specifically, and i now see that this is because it was clearly never about pran - wai sees himself as "the main character" and he made up this rivalry with pat in his head, and he just tries to be as aggressive towards him as possible in all possible situations;
and as a final little note, he is definitely still incredibly manipulative towards pran, which we saw in episode 7 - that means that if he did have a crush on him, we would be dealing with that along with him being a terrible manipulative friend anyway, because the way he forced pran to take his job in the play can't be connected with a potential crush in any way, and i don't think that doing both of these storylines at the same time would make sense.
#not to be absolutely against your interpretation but i just don't see it#bad buddy#archer responds#nikusu
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