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that being said. the only meaningful piece of media i post about on this blog spies are forever. with a dash of hatchetfield. sorry guys............. (except if u know what the raven cycle is then you should totally hmu)
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the next two weeks are shaping up to be hell on earth for me so i am going MIA again . will be back soon as i am not in the Soup and probably with many owen character studies
Why does “falling in love” have pretty much exclusively romantic connotations it’s such a good phrase. I’ve fallen in love with every single one of my friends
This was such a smart post to make because every day I get to see people declaring their love for their friends in the tags. Such a simple but sweet “restoring faith in humanity” kind of thing. We’re all just little creatures who love our buddies <3
Alright so this post has gotten over 5,000 notes in a month and I think that means the consensus is that everyone loves their friends and you should tell them
Lord Garmadon (LEGO Ninjago) vs Damien (The Bright Sessions)
Lord Garmadon (LEGO Ninjago)
Damien (The Bright Sessions)
Voting ended onNov 8, 2025
Vote for the character that you love despite (or because of!) their many crimes. Reblog to support your favourite!
Propaganda below:
Lord Garmadon (LEGO Ninjago)
Crimes:
He abandoned his family, he was part of some kind of like evil snake cult, he tried to kill people (kids and his son included), he stole his brother's gf.
Why do you like them?
Hes can be really sweet and its not really his fault hes evil. Also he looks cool as hell with all the arms and hair and stuff. Amazing design. I also love redemption stories and his got kinda botched aghhh.
Damien (The Bright Sessions)
Crimes:
where do we start. he kidnapped a guy who had just woken up from a coma and kept him for months on the road trying to rehash all his trauma to “help” him, gave a college girl a concussion by hitting her over the head with a lamp, threatened to kidnap and harm a teenager, used his mind control to make someone murder another person against their will, manipulated his therapist for months into divulging private matters and continuing to see him, and essentially stole from, manipulated, and used every person he ever encountered due to being unwilling to try to control his quasi-mind control ability.
Why do you like them?
damien is incredibly compelling. everything he does is 14 layers of bullshit over a core thats just screaming SOMEONE LOVE ME PLEASE and also he sounds like hes flirting with everybody all the time even though hes probably a virgin. hes desperately lonely and pathetic and he consistently does exactly the wrong thing but hes also sympathetic enough that every time you want him to make the right choice JUST ONCE. also his ability, to make people do anything that he wants but ONLY if he really genuinely wants it, is an extremely interesting take on mind control.
@snarky-wallflower I AM SO SORRY FOR THE MASSIVE DELAY BUT. HERE IS THE FIRST OF YOUR PROMPTS.
Send me a number and I'll write a micro story using the word or phrase! (Except I failed to make it a micro story. Oops.) (I am also still taking requests for this ask game - those will probably be more in line with how it is supposed to work so I can get them out, but I very much want to do them!)
16. in dreams
When you sent me this, I knew right away that it was going to be totkau. This takes place early on in the post-calamity part of botw (so it would be early on in the gameplay, but still after a lot of story). Apologies in advance for the fact that this probably won't make a lot of sense out of context. (Though the first half is supposed to be weird, at least.)
The sunlight is warm and welcome on Curt’s skin as a light breeze brushes through his hair. His companion, dearly familiar with dark hair and tired eyes, stares at the castle in the distance. He’s worrying again.
“Hey,” Curt says softly. The man blinks a few times, glancing over without fully turning his head.
“Hm?” He looks back towards the castle, still lost in thought.
“You okay?”
His companion looks back towards him, searching. His eyes dart around Curt’s face for a moment before he furrows his brow, shaking his head slightly. There are a thousand ways they can have this conversation, a thousand things he could say, and it seems like he can’t quite start – he takes a breath like he’s about to speak, then looks away. Curt waits.
His partner sighs, pauses again, and speaks in Curt’s voice.
“What if... I can’t do it? If it’s really something wrong with me, and I’m not the man they think I am?”
Curt knows there is something else he says here. He must say something else to him, something better, but he can’t find what it is.
“...I don’t know.”
He doesn’t seem to hear him, too focused on the castle. His eyes widen in shock.
“No--!”
He follows his gaze and— the castle is burning. Something vile swirls around it, ink-black and nightshade-magenta. Curt looks back and his companion is gone, rain falling where he was stood mere moments ago.
Curt tries to call out for him, but the name falls off his tongue. Panic begins to buzz at his ears. Why can’t he say his name?
“Please--” He knows it, right? “Don’t leave me--” Why can’t he recall it? “Come back!” His voice breaks, distorting on fluid in his throat.
The buzzing in his ears grows to a roar. He can hear another voice now, overlapping and tinged with his own – you don’t remember? You don’t remember? You don’t remember?
He moves to cover his ears and catches himself halfway, spotting red at the corner of his eye. He looks at his hands – dirty, covered in scratches, and stained with far too much blood to come from those cuts. He looks down, and there is a dark stain rapidly seeping through his tunic. Unable to hold him up, his knees buckle and he falls--
Curt jolts awake, bolting upright. He looks down – his shirt is the same as it was yesterday. Almost decaying, but no huge bloodstain. His hands are scarred from fights he can’t remember, but mostly clean and intact. He looks around, breathing heavily, and sees the dry remains of his campfire in the faint light of the sun peeking over the horizon.
No blood. No rain. No man.
As he breathes out slowly, trying to calm his heart still thundering in his chest, Curt draws a hand down his face. It comes away wet. Seems like he’s just as affected by all this in dreams as he is when he’s awake.
He wracks his brain, trying to remember what the man in his dream looked like, but he can’t picture his face. All he can remember is that he knew he was important, somehow. His companion. His... Was that someone he knew before the Calamity?
He still can’t remember anyone from his life before he woke up in the Shrine of Resurrection. That doesn’t seem to have worn off overnight, like some small part of him had hoped. He still can’t remember who he was, the hero he’s supposed to be. Hell, the only reason he even knows his own name is because that’s what that voice called him when he woke up.
Oh, that was the other voice in his dream. Curt’s not surprised that would show up – it's been echoing in his head ever since he heard it.
What do you mean— Curt, you don’t remember me?
He doesn’t remember anyone. Family, friends, acquaintances – all gone. Clearly the voice, for all their confident instructions, hadn’t expected that. But their reaction had felt like it went beyond surprise, beyond a disruption of their plans. They had faltered completely – no longer sounding determined and commanding, they had sounded... scared.
Who was he to them?
Curt pushes himself to his feet and begins to gather his few things. He’s burning daylight, and he has a job to do. Go to the shrines, get that paraglider, get off this isolated plateau... and confront Calamity Ganon at the castle. Whoever they are, the owner of that voice needs his help. He can’t let them down.
okay actually you don't get a picture, you get a headcanon I've been holding onto for months now
So at some point, pre-relationship, Curt and Owen are doing surveillance someplace in England, following some suspected Russian spy or whatever, and just to keep up with the guy Owen ends up buying some candy from a shop. He doesn't really plan on eating it, it's just a cover, so when he and Curt meet back up he gives Curt the sweets (idk I could see Curt having a bit of a sweet tooth)
Curt ends up really loving the jelly babies, like talks at length about them in a way that Owen should find irritating, but (very much against his will) he ends up finding endearing instead
So next time Owen knows they're going to be seeing each other (which he usually doesn't) he buys a little box of jelly babies to put in his bag. But unfortunately they have a rough mission, and Owen is too self-conscious about how it might appear if he told his kinda-sorta friend/rival that he brought a present for him, so Owen doesn't give him the jelly babies. This happens like two or three times, Owen wanting to do this thoughtful thing but not wanting to face the possibility of rejection or ridicule
Finally in some future mission they've gotten to the point where they're friends now, so back in the hotel or safehouse or whatever, Owen tosses Curt a box of jelly babies with no explanation beyond "here, I know you like these."
The thing is, at this point it's been over a year since the initial jelly babies incident. So no matter how casually Owen tries to play it, what Curt takes away from it is that Owen remembered that he really likes jelly babies
All this time Curt's been trying to figure Owen out. He thought they had something maybe going on, but Owen never acted on it and got weird and standoffish every time Curt tried to get to know him better, so Curt had kinda given up, figured that if something was going to happen it would've happened by now. But knowing that Owen remembered something so small and insignificant about him over a year later gives him a renewed hope, and they end up having a really nice moment over it
Also I think Curt brings Owen candy corn. I don't have any cute story about it, Owen just seems like the kind of guy who would like candy corn (derogatory)
me, seeing someone left me a comment: screaming, running around the room in circles, kicking my feet up in the air, jumping up and down, giggling to myself, squealing, wiggling, dancing around...
me, replying to someone's comment: Thanks! I'm glad you enjoyed it. :)
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Her name is Danny and she has everything wrong with her btw. She broke her horn in an incident involving rollerblades, a telephone pole, and a very excited St. Bernard named Dr. Pepper.
Her name is Danny and she has everything wrong with her btw. She broke her horn in an incident involving rollerblades, a telephone pole, and a very excited St. Bernard named Dr. Pepper.
Her name is Danny and she has everything wrong with her btw. She broke her horn in an incident involving rollerblades, a telephone pole, and a very excited St. Bernard named Dr. Pepper.
Her name is Danny and she has everything wrong with her btw. She broke her horn in an incident involving rollerblades, a telephone pole, and a very excited St. Bernard named Dr. Pepper.
