#..but like. i dont..want to constantly fight for approval

[bonelesshorror]

when you say you're healing but all the retrogrades hit you at once and then you realise you're still deeply flawed

[spinchs-field]

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[kgirlgroup-stan]

Pretend Pt.1

fluff, g!p reader.

Y/N pov

College is full of surprises, something is always happening, even if you dont want it. My way of avoiding it was by studying, like now.

Being surrounded by nothing but books and silence. Allowing me to fully focus on my studies and for this upcoming exam i had.

I had my rhythm going before it was interrupted by a screech of a chair being pulled next to me.

"hi, y/n right?" I let out a small sigh, being annoyed that i was being interrupted. I looked over to see a very well, or i guess popular, girl at our campus.

The one and only Huh Yunjin. Which made me even more confused since why would she be talking to me. Me and her are complete opposites.

While she was outgoing, had lots of friend, loud and always talking to someone. I was one to stay inside, keep to myself, no friends, quiet, constantly studying, and having my earbuds in to avoid talking to someone.

I looked around the library, trying to see some heads peaking out, waiting for someone to pop out saying this was a prank. But nothing came. I looked back at her as she waited for my response. All i could do is nod, still confused as to why shes around me.

"sooo, whats a girl like you doing here?" she leaned against the table while resting her head on her hand, looking at me with a very small smirk on her lips.

"studying" i gave her a bland response, wanting nothing more for her to just go away. Dont get me wrong Yunjin is incredibly beautiful, but i was just feeling uncomfortable being in her presence.

"so cold to me" she pouted her lips a bit. I rolled my eyes a bit before looking back down at my notes. "look at you, smart and hot." I tensed up at bit.

"what do you want Yunjin?" i scribbled something down, trying to ignore whatever that comment made me feel.

"just wanted to talk to you." her grin widened when i looked back at her. I gave her a 'be fr right now' look. She sighed before sitting up. "fine, you got me. I need a favor, BUT i also just wanted to talk to you because i wanna get to know you better." she batted her lashes at me. 

I ignored the last comment again, keeping my bored expression the same  despite knowing that the tips of my ears were probably turning red. "What do you want?"

"soooooo basically i have a family dinner happening and I KNOW they are going to be asking me questions as to why I'm single and i dont wanna hear it. So without much thinking i instantly thought you would be the perfect candidate, so what do you say?" she clapped her hand together and set them on her lap as she gave me her famous smile.

"For one, what makes you think imma say yes, and two why me? you could literally ask anyone and trust me, they will instantly say yes," I looked at her even more confused that before. 

"that the thing y/n. I know they will, but here you are putting up a fight. You dont give in to me instantly because you hold yourself up well. I like that. Your different y/n, a good different. You're smart, attractive, selfless, and much more that you dont see." Her eyes softened with every word she spoke, if the tips of my ears weren't red before they defiantly are now.

"w-what are you saying? we dont even know each other well" she smiled and grabbed my hands, holding them in hers. I gulped before making eye contact with her.

"i've noticed things about you for a long time y/n. Which is why i know your perfect for this. I want to take someone to my family that i know will love and approve of. Sooo..?" i let out a soft sigh, i looked deeply into her eyes trying to find some sense that she was lying. 

"fine." i lowly let out. She gave my hands a squeeze as you smile grew impossibly wider. 

"thank you, pick me up at 4:30pm and we'll leave right after. I'll text you more details." she stood up then stopped when i looked her a bit confused on how she has my number already. "wow you dont remember, Im hurt." she pouted again. "Mr. Yimes class project." 

"ahhhh yes yes, sorry. That was like so long ago." she giggled at my response before leaning down and pecked my cheek, making me freeze at the sudden contact. "its okay, as long as you remembered now. Ill see you tonight." she winked, turning and walked towards the exit, leaving me in a shocked state.

After a few second, i composed myself and decided to stop studying as i knew i wasnt going to be able to focus.

**Time-skip**

Its embarrassing to admit that i actually tried to put effort in an outfit for someone that probably wont care. But here I was 3:54pm, knocking on Yunjin's dorm room door.

After a few minutes, she came out looking incredible. I couldn't manage proper words so i just showed her the flowers i got her. "t-there for you and uh y-you look n-nice." I slapped myself mentalty.

She giggled at my flustered state then grabbed the flowers with thank you before sniffing them and placing them in her doom.

"Thank you again for the flowers, you didnt have you. But i must say you look great." she nugged my side as we walked towards the car. 

"i know i didnt have to but i just wanted it to seem more geniune, you know?" i gave her a shy smile and received a bigger one from her. We reached the car and drove off. I gave the AUX to her and got lost in a bit of conversation on our way to her parents house.

Once we arrived, i felt the nerves kicking in and Yunjin seemed to notice. She grabbed my hand and squeezed it lightly. "its okay, youll be fine but if it gets too much just tell me okay." she looked at me with a genuine look of concern on her face.

With her touch alone it was enough to reassure me, I gave her a soft nod before making our way to the house. 

Her dad answered the door and welcomed us in. I firmly shook his hand and i received a warm smile. "Honey, Yunjin is here and she brought a guest." he yelled out to his wife with a playful teasing behinf his voice.

Almost instantly Yunjin's mom came out of the dining room with a surprised look on her face. it instantly changed to something warmer when she noticed us. She gave both of us a hug, "wow its nice to see a new face around here."she smiled at me before turning to Yunjin. "about time you brought someone. You better be good to her, she seems like a good soul. Now come on, foods ready."

Me and Yunjin looked at each other a bit nervously before smiling at each other. Dinner went by more casual than i thought. There were some questions about our relationship, which were answered and nobody thought twice about it.

 After dinner Yunjin's mom said for us to hang out in the living room, so we exactly that. We spoke about random things before her sister came out on nowhere and just stared at us.

"what?" yunjin sisterly grossed out look, which Yunjin's sister did back. I laughed a bit at the similaries between them. Then as quickly as she came, she disappeared. We turned to look at each other in confusion and laughed it off. 

After some time bonding it was getting late. We said our goodbyes and headed out. The car right back to Yunjin's place was nice. Nothing but comfortable silence. Even as Yunjin hand was wrapped in mine the entire way.

Once reaching campus, i walked her to her dorm. "do you want to come in, my roomate is out?" she stepped inside and looked back. I was starting to get nervous but made my way in.

She led me to the couch and she walked off to put the flowers i had gotten her into a vase.

"they loved you know. My mom, my dad and even if she didnt show it especially my sister." she glanced up at me with a soft smile resting on her lips. I fidgeted on the couch.

"I'm not so sure why, i was just being me. I didnt even speak much." my hands started playing with a loose string on my pants. 

I heard a small huff from where Yunjin was at, making me look up and seeing her, now done with the flowers, make her way towards me then stopped right in front of me.

"thats exactly why they loved you. Because you were just being you." she placed her hands on my shoulders, pushing me back against the couch. Then she slowly got on top of me, her legs on my sides, never once breaking eyes contact with me.

"you didnt have to do anything, even when you did speak, even when you laughed, even when you stayed silent then could feel that you are a great person y/n" she leaned more into me, the tips of our noses touching.

My senses felt hightened, they way she was pressing against me, the smell of her perfume invading my nose, my eyes getting lost in her brown ones, my ears picking up the way she began to take low deep breathes. All i could do was grip the fabric of the couch.

Then slowly she leaned down and captured my lips. Soft. thats all i could think. my hands made their way to her waist, gripping it slowly as i felt my body relax into the kiss.

She grunted in surprised against my lips before pulling back and looked down. I looked down with her realizing that i was starting to get hard. I looked away embrassed, i opened my mouth to apologize but was cut off by a firm kiss on my jaw, making me squeeze her waist.

"no need to be shy about it y/n, its natural" she kissed higher before turning my head with her hand  to look at her. I felt the other hand run done my stomach and rest against my member, grazing it lightly, making me let out a shaky breath.

She smirked as she placed her hands back on my shoulder and pecked my lips. "too bad i dont third base on the first date huh?" I couldnt help but playfully scoff and lean my head back with a smirk on my face. 

"your evil. this is not how i thought today would go." i moved my head so i was looking at her again. 

"yeah me neither but hey im not compaining." her hand played with the back of my neck, her smirk now turning into a smile.

I was about to say something back before we heard the noise to her door start open. Yunjin quickly got off and made it seem like we werent doing anything. Thankfully but this time my boner was also gone.

"hi yunjin.....and yunjin's pretty friend" her roomate came in looking a bit tired but changed when she noticed me. I sent her a wave and Yunjin rolled her eyes. "leave her alone Chaewon."

Chaewon had a mocking pout on her lips as she shrugged her shoulder, while she made her way to her room and winked at me before closing the door.

I cleared out my throat. "well....your roomate seems nice." i awkwardly looked her Yunjin who was glaring at Chaewons door.

"shes not nice when she wants to take things that arent even hers." Yunjin said in a low voice, low that once could easily miss. I pretended to not hear mainly because i didnt know what she was talking about.

She then look at me, her gaze softening." well i just want to say thank you again for today. It meant a lot." It took me a bit by suprise on how fast she was able to change.

"o-of course, i had fun and i enjoyed it." a reassuring smile made its way to my lips. She looked over my featured for a second before leaning in and kissing my lips agasint.

"im glad, cuz i did too."she whispered agasint my lips before backing up. Smiling smuggly at my expression. "i hope you dont mind continuing to accompany me to those family event."

I didnt even proccess what she said but i felt my head agreeing with whatever she just said. She giggled at my burning red ears. "good"

I snapped myself out of the trance "y-yeah" then slowly stood up, making Yunjin stand up with me. "w-well see you M-monday." i awkwardly made my way out her door, i turned to look her her smirking at me while leaning a bit against the door frame.

"alright, see you then." i turned and was about to walk when i was stopped. "arent you forgetting something?" i turned back and patted myself down. My keys. I looked up to see Yunjin swinging the keys on her finger. 

I sighed and got closer to her to grab my keys. Just as my hand was going to grab them she pulled them back, making me look at her confused. " i need something first." she then closed her eyes and pointed at her lips.

I couldnt help but laugh at her antics but ultimately gave in. I leaned in and placed a firm kiss on her lips and pulled back with a grin.

"fine, you win this time. Goodnight y/n." she handed me my keys before closing the door to her dorm.

I took a small moment and began to walk to my building. I still couldnt believe how this day ended up but one thing is for certain.......i dont think im pretending.

[humongousgothskeletonfarm]

TGR CHAPTER 22 THOUGHTS

and spoilers!!!

GUYS I THINK THIS IS THE LAST POST I JUST WANTED TO SAY IM GLAD THEY WERE SUCH A HIT AND U ALL LIKED THEM I RLLY THOUGHT IT WOULD BE SOMETHING THAT ONLY I WOULD SEE BUT IM HAPPY UR ENJOYING MY RAMBLING AND STUPID COMMENTS

- THEAS HERE???

- HOLY FUCK GUYS ANDREWS LETTING AARON DRIVE HIS CAR THIS IS CRAZY OMFG WHAT A DEVELOPMENT ARE WE ALL EXCUTED ABOUT THIS PROGRESS????

- NEIL CAUSING DRAMA FOR THEA AND NOT GIVING A SINGLE FUCK ABOUT EXPOSING THE FACT THAT THIS IS HER SECOND VISIT TO THEM IS SO FUNNY HES SOOOOO UNSERIOUS HE LEGIT JUST DIPS OUT LEAVING A TRAIL OF CHAOS BEHIND HIM

- “Not her first visit to the Foxhole Court,” the reporter guessed. ​“The court? Unknown.” Neil gave a careless shrug he immediately and obviously regretted.

THIS DAMN NEAR SENT ME INTO HYSTERICS HIS NUMBER ONE HOBBY WAS NEVER EXY IT WAS ALWAYS FUCKING WITH REPORTERS THATS HIS TRUE LIFE CALLING

- good lord i fucking despite jeremy’s family. i hope he can get out of there soon i rlly do

fuck u warren

- cat and jeans matching bikes i love them😭

- jean being so proud of his bike is everything and so is jeremy saying “Jean was more interesting by far.”

- JESUS FUCKING CHRIST ANOTHER RAVEN IS DEAD. this is actually just sad.

- ANOTHER TWO? one of them being cody’s cousin which icl i completely forgot about BUT WHAT WHY TF WAS NOBODY KEEPING AN EYE ON THEM

- laila riding a motorcycle to get to jeremy coz he needed her :(

- “She was saying something about loosening every screw on Bryson’s desk and chair.” CATALINA ALVAREZ PLS MARRY ME UR SO FUNNY AND COOL IM SO IN LOVE WITH U

nora if ur listening i am currently requesting a neil, jean, cat teamup. they could be unstoppable!

-“But I will choose you every time. You, and Cat, and Laila, every time. I will lose them all if I must.” GUYSSSSSS DONT PLAY WITH ME RN THIS MEANS EVERYTHING TO ME. JEREMYS HEART JUST EXPLODED BTW IDK IF YALL CAUGHT THAT

CHAPTER TWENTY THREE

- istg, nora making jean ride a motorcycle was one of her best decisions. i never would’ve expected it and i love it. i wish i was as cool as jean

- oh ew that’s so fucking disgusting. poor lyle.

- “Some of it… It was very long and very boring.” — me when i’m asked if a read the terms and conditions to literally anything

(sorry, now isn’t the time or place to be joking)

- “It is hideous, but it is better than wearing black.” ohhhhh he’s SO bold now,, i remember a time when jean moreau would’ve never dared to every think that let alone tell a raven that. he’s progressed so much 😭

- “Thank you for visiting. It is a rare treat to see Jeremy happy.” guys stop i love william actually he’s an honorary member of the group now

- “If she doesn’t know you enough to trust you now, she never will.” “You don’t know that.”

he said what he said, clock it jean! nah in actuality this shit is so sad poor jere constantly fighting for his mothers approval, going along with her demands to please her rather than doing what’s best for him. he keeps trying, keeps pushing himself for a shred of her love :(

- jean 🤝 neil: having the most boring fucking favourite colours

(i can’t judge i always say black)

- “Brown like the gaze that sought Jean out in every room, but that last thought wasn’t one he could linger on.” KICKING MY FEET RN GUYS

- the daffodil artwork :(

- jean brushing his fingers through lailas hair because he knows it is a sign of affection between the girls and he knows laila needs some comfort. when will nora stop inflicting this pain upon me

- TANNER IS JEANS DUCKLING

- “He slowly separated her hair into sections. It’d been years since he’d done this for Elodie; he could barely remember how it was supposed to go. He tried and failed and tried again, until he got far enough to understand what he was doing.” DO I HIGHLIGHT THIS YELLOW FOR HAPPY AND SWEET SCENES OR BLUE FOR MADLY DEPRESSING SHIT????

- “But the braid in his hand was a rope back to sunlight and solid ground” they’re his safe place :(

- “She prayed for a dragon to save her.” ​Laila’s tone was gentle, like she thought he’d retreat if she spoke too loudly. “Not a prince?” ​“A dragon could tear our house apart to free her and carry her far away.” OH NORA STOP UR JUST TORTURING ME AT THIS POINT LET ME LIVEEE

- “He had a feeling he knew the answer, but it worth a try anyway: “Peaches are trees?” Her nod had him grumbling discontent into his water” bruh he’s so fucking cute i wanna squish his face

- what’s the bet that now that jean has agreed to a dog, the dog they end up getting loves jean the most out of all of them (jean will slowly warm up to it)

CHAPTER TWENTY FOUR!!!!!

- “You don’t even have a bed yet,” Jean complained. ​“I have a face she can—” you have a what sorry cat??? i think u got cut off at the end there

- jeremy being so excited for the dog is fucking adorable

- JEAN HAVING A STARING COMPETITION WITH A DOG, LOSING, AND THEN RESORTING TO TELLING THE DOG HE DOESNT SEE THE APPEAL IN HIM IS SO HILARIOUS HES SUCH A BITCH

HES FULLY BEEFING WITH A GERIATRIC DOG RN CALLING IT OUT FOR ITS HYGIENE AND GETTING OFFENDED FHAT IT MIGHT UNDERSTAND FRENCH

NOW HES TELL THE DOG ITS PARENTS ABANDONED IT

“Maybe it perfectly timed its own to his and that was why he always missed it.” i think this is paranoia jean, the conspiracy theories r a step too far

“Jean stared it down, refusing to lose to a beast he could easily shove inside his backpack. He lost” genuinely might have to be the funniest part of the whole book

- Jean v Rex the saga continues: jean bullies rex over his name. jean is clearly more affected as rex is a dog and cannot understand english. “He is not a dinosaur”

- “studying Jean’s face like the secret to the universe was just out of reach.” oh!

- “He’s asleep.” ​“He’s faking it,” Jean said. ​“He likes you,” WHAT DID I TELL U

- “We do not,” Jean corrected him, but both men ignored him.” jean getting ignored by dogs and humans alike today

- “He almost asked, then decided he didn’t need to give the impression he cared.” yessss jean! ur so nonchalant rn i promise.

- “Embrace fatherhood.” nothing to say just that this whole chapter had me so delighted. a very welcome tone change from everything else that had just happened

- “Not for me, Jean warned himself, but for one moment, just this moment, he would let himself pretend.” AHHHHHH GUYSSSS ITS HAPPENINGGGGGGG

AND THATS A WRAP GUYS WTF THANK U FOR JOINING ME ON THIS JOURNEY I HOPE U HAD FUN. THE BOOK WAS GREAT THANK U MS NORA SAKAVIC AS ALWAYS. ILL SEE U ALL AGAIN WHEN BOOK THREE IS OUT!!! IM GONNA GO READ SOME FANFIC NOW

[qoldenskies]

What would have happened if Splinter had been cursed as well?

well.... a couple of scenes would have gone very differently. i think there would be a lot more bite to his dismissive behavior. he'd be less accidentally unhelpful and more genuinely malicious. i think he would outright tell donnie he deserved it if he tried to open up about what happened.

it's hard to say because the way they'd repeatedly "forget" him and act apathetic was kind of the first step of the curse, but it scratches at their brains. it creates endless thought spirals. it makes that hate active and virulent and obsessive. splinter might have been more present in donnie's life during those three months, but not in a good way. i dont think he'd ever have to lay a hand on him, but he would do an insane amount of emotional damage. donnie's desperation for raph's approval was so horrible on him, but splinter would be even WORSE.

i feel like being cursed would naturally perpetuate that genuine, non-malicious misunderstanding of donnie's neurodivergence. "you're too reliant on your tech/comfort objects", for example. im sure splinter was quick to police his tone when he got too loud. i like to imagine his perspective of donnie being "the funny one" comes at least partially from his outbursts. it's pretty clear in caged lungs, at least, that splinter sometimes struggles to see them as full-blown adults. he compares donnie to how he acted when he was seven and dismisses his genuine feelings of ostracization because he has no reason to believe things are more complicated than that. it's close-minded and infantilizing, but parents who mean well can and will do that.

the natural result would be that i feel like splinter would treat donnie like he's younger and younger, but not in a good way. he'd discipline him like he would a preschooler, talk to him like he's stupid, dismiss his very real abuse at the hands of his brothers as silly little kids fighting like a shitty school counselor. he'd probably do things like make him sit there when he doesn't want to eat certain foods with bad textures, get upset at him for sneaking out, act pushy and nosy and deny him his privacy. he would take his tech away from him as a punishment and call it his "toys", including very important comfort items like his headphones. im sure donnie would have gotten benched from the team a lot earlier.

i dont think he would participate in some of the worse parts, but i could see him victim-blaming and excusing things like the closet. donnie would try to reach out to him by fixing or making things like he always does, and splinter would tell him he's done enough. treat him like a nuisance. dismiss everything he possibly loves as childish, and heckle his interests. he'd be so much more personal with it that cc!donnie's already existing fear of expressing excitement would be so, so much worse.

he would still be out for the final fight though, because there are certain lines i cant see him crossing. the other three only got that bad because they were constantly feeding into each other and creating feedback loops of awful-- splinter would be his own independent party, here. he'd have his own thoughts about it, and he'd never actually physically hurt donnie, i dont think. he'd just treat him like an insolent child. he might physically restrain him though. or encourage him to hurt himself :(

i think cl would have gone pretty similar with just some more awful terrible scenes, but cw would go a lot different. april is the only person donnie would have. i feel like it'd be a lot worse for both of them. she'd have a lot of sleepless nights, because donnie's blind trust in his dad to protect him was the only thing to calm him down in the beginning when he was so scared.

[fromabasementonthehilll]

Hey Honey how are you?? Can you write a enemies to lovers with Nat Scatorccio x Fem! Reader? Nat and reader dont really get along and only gets worse when she is with travis bcz reader and travis hate each other and the girls always have to step in so they dont fight (kill each other lol). But yknow they cant stand each other because they are in love, maybe girls help Nat figuring it out that she likes reader in a truth or dare game? Thank you!!

The Night of the Party

͙⁺･༓☾ - Summary: You and Natalie practically hate ‏‏‎‏‏‎‏‏‎‏‏‎‏‏‎‏‏‎‏‏‎‏‏‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎each other, especially after she started ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ dating Travis, until the night of the party.

Pairing: Natalie Scatorccio x reader

Warnings: ...

note: thank you for the request! I haven't written an actual fanfic before so I hope this lives up to your expectations 😭

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"Over here!" Jackie called, you shuffled the ball trying your best to avoid the opposing team. You had noticed Natalie, throughout the entirety of practice, eyeing you; stalking your every move in attempts to steal the ball from you. This left you with no room for thought, she was constantly breathing down your neck, so you'd decided to ignore Jackie, running even faster to the goal. Normally you were a team player, making it fair and square for everyone around you, but when it came to Natalie your ego took over, you gave her side glances in attempts to get rid of her - but to no avail. As you neared the goal your palms started sweating like crazy, I mean it was just practice, but you couldn't let Nat win at any cost. She positioned herself parallel to the goal and parallel to you. Van was ready to block your kick and Natalie brushed her bangs out of the way so that she could focus on the ball. You knew how determined Natalie was, so as you gave her a hunting stare, the frustration inside of you grew like a fire.

Your strike was filled with force, it was tactical, but too rage infused. Somehow you had mistaken Natalie for the goal, subconsciously you just really wanted her to get out of your way, your brows furrowed, eyes fixed on the landing - you had hit Nat right onto her goddamn face.

You stood there as Coach Scott rushed to asses the situation, your teammates stared in awe.

-

"Nat I'm sorry it was just an accident I swear-" You pleaded, "Fuck off" was all she said, giving you the death stare of a lifetime and slamming her locker while holding a paper towel to her bleeding nose, you wondered why you even tried to apologise at this point, it all felt useless and repetitive. You sighed, walking up to Jackie and Shauna who had just finished changing. "You should've passed, (y/n), maybe then she wouldn't be so pissed at you" Shauna knew what was going on between you and Natalie, everyone did, it was too obvious lately, and that's why she didn't blame you - she merely glanced at you, disappointed with the constant feud you and Nat perpetuated. "You saw how she targeted me right? I mean it's not even my fault!" you spat out whatever reasoning you could, a slight guilt trailing your voice, "you two are always fighting, everyone's tired of having to break it up, just kiss already" Tai laughed, walking past the three of you. You scoffed, turning back to your friends. "It doesn't matter, (y/n), she'll get over it. Are you coming to the party today?" Jackie intervened, your team was celebrating nationals and had all decided to go to Jeff's party, you weren't too sure if you'd even wanted to go though. Jackie noticed your tight nit lips in response to her, "please?" she whined, "it'll be fun I promise.". "fine, I'll go." You gave in with a slight smirk, Jackie screeched in approval, Shauna laughed and you left early.

-

You didn't live too far from the school, so you'd decided to walk despite Shauna offering to drive you back. You turned your head curiously as you saw bleach blonde hair in your peripheral, and as you turned you saw Natalie talking to someone. Travis - you hated his guts, your teeth gnawed as you gazed intently while he was all over Nat, he tried to hit on you once a while back, but you never liked him, not at all. His back was faced to you as Natalie had her arms around him, looking directly at you. Still walking, you looked away, a grimacing expression painting your face. If you never liked him before, you definitely didn't like him now, you weren't sure why though, it's not like he did anything really, he was a huge dick but not enough to induce your deep deep hatred. All you wanted was for him to go away, only because he was a pain in the ass of course, I mean that was it, right? It was such a burden that you had fully convinced yourself that if he hadn't shown up your life would be a hundred times better.

You and Natalie weren't always spiteful towards each other, you used to hang out quite a lot, usually smoking and listening to music, there were moments where you two got so close it felt like something could've happened. At the end of last year, as you began dating guys and hanging out with Jackie and Shauna more, you and Natalie grew apart, to the point where she felt like a stranger to you. At first you stopped talking, then you began making remarks at each other - slowly, the anger between you built up. You didn't like it, but at this point it was second nature.

-

A loud honk surrounded your house, you peered outside of the window seeing Jackie and Shauna. Grabbing your bag you swiftly ran down the stairs and towards the car. "Hey (y/n)!" One of them exclaimed, "Wow you really went all out, I've never seen you wear such a flattering top", it's true, you usually wore super casual clothes - too casual, though well put together. "You dressing for someone?" Jackie winked with a sly smile, leaning her neck against the seat to look back at you. "No, of course not." You chuckled, unnoticed panic in your answer, and it was partly true, you didn't really think of dressing for someone, in retrospect you may have spiced it up for a reason, though you'd never admit it to yourself.

-

You stood leaned over a kitchen counter, a red solo cup touching your lips as you gazed at Lottie rambling about something, her hands gesturing and mouth moving so quickly you had just spaced out, absolutely no thoughts in your head, until you heard a familiar voice. It was Natalie Scatorccio, you didn't look, you had just assumed she was flirting with Travis or something, after all the music was loud enough to block out any coherent words from her and the people around you apart from Lottie, who was still talking to you.

"Hey Lot, I'm gonna go refill my cup - you want anything?", she paused for a moment and shook her head. Your head began spinning slightly as you filled your cup with an unknown drink, it was definitely doing a number on you, but after today it didn't really matter much. "(y/n)! Come with us we're gonna play something" You turned to Van as Tai crept behind her, "play what?" You perked up, "just some games, me and Tai got the idea", you followed them to the living room, waving your hand for Lottie to follow suit. There were less people, as everyone was mostly likely outside or making out in one of the guest rooms. It was merely your soccer team (admittedly, only some of them) and a couple of guys, including Travis. You sat the furthest away from him, next to Lottie and Shauna, leaning your head against Lot as Van and Tai tried their best to get more people. "Travis is such a dick." You stared at how he ignored Natalie, "I know right, who even gives him the right..." Lottie agreed, though her head was in the clouds. She knew how you disliked him. "what are we doing?" Inquired Shauna, "hmm," Tai didn't seem so sure, they clearly just decided to go with the flow, and you were too drunk to care "truth or dare?". "really?" you laughed slightly, "we're not in preschool, Tai".

After a while you were persuaded, alongside everyone else who were sober enough to think that idea was boring. You lifted your head off of Lottie and watched as everyone played, also noticing how everyone got more drunk by the second. Your eyes landed on Natalie as she laughed about something with one of your teammates. Eventually, it was your turn. "(y/n), truth or dare" you heard it from Van. The whole time you had observed how Van and Tai were laughing, talking about something while giving you glances, you noticed them speak to Natalie about something too, after which she playfully punched Van's shoulder. Now you were patient, as Van gave you the most malicious look you had seen, she was up to something - so you decided to play it safe. "truth". "boooring!!" Natalie remarked, "Oh shut up Nat" you bickered. She mocked you, causing a small argument, "Ladies, get a room, it's not the time." Tai broke you two up, Natalie crossed her arms and sat back down, a slight blush patterning her complexion, earning a hateful stare from you. "okay, (y/n), who do you have a crush on." "oh come on Van, ask me something interesting" Your eyes rolled around the room, music booming in your ears "nope, you have to answer, rules of the game", her snarky tone made you laugh, "fine, okay, I don't really have a crush on anyone" Van wasn't impressed at all, she gave Tai a look of disappointment, and you grew even more curious than you were before, "what? It's the truth!" You argued, slight defence in your voice, "I'm not buying it", you sighed and watched as Travis left, Natalie didn't even look at him, you became worried - did they have a fight? Did they break up without me even knowing it? It was true, you and Nat weren't the closest of friends, you weren't friends at all, but you always knew what happened in her life. "so? come on (y/n) don't be boring" you heard Nat say, snapping you out of your thoughts and scowling at her as she wouldn't put to it to rest. You gave a look of defeat towards Lottie, "have it your way. they're in this room, right now", you weren't sure what you were even talking about, and honestly you didn't care, you slurred half of your words and moved around carelessly, eventually sitting still and gazing longingly at Nat, as she looked back curiously. "is that it? that's all you're gonna give us?" Van pried, "it's childish, move on" you responded weakly. Van rolled her eyes, Tai giving her one of those looks that said 'really?'.

Most of the people had left already, you didn't blame them, the game wasn't much fun after everyone ran out of dares to give and truths to ask. You sat there overthinking what you had said, they're in this room? really? Scoffing to yourself. You never admitted it to yourself but you liked Natalie, you never actually hated her, you just hated when she wouldn't reciprocate your feelings towards her, you hated the fact that you grew apart. "you okay?" Once again Natalie had collapsed your train of thought, "hm?", you looked up at her from across the room, puppy eyes staring back at you, "oh, I'm fine". You weren't fine at all. You were too drunk, too confused and too lost, Lottie left, late for curfew, you took that as her leaving you here alone. Jackie and Shauna trailed off, Jackie most likely with Jeff. Finally, you watched as Van and Tai left together, giving you a smirk. You questioned it, and knitted your eyebrows together in confusion.

This left you alone in the living room with Nat as she sat leaning again the bottom of the couch with a plastic cup in her hand, staring at her shoes after you brushed her off. "hey Nat, what happened with you and Travis? He seemed pissed, but you two seemed fine earlier." She looked at you, parting her lips, then looking back down - she found the floor more interesting than whatever you were saying, so you just went back to what it is you were doing.

"he broke up with me." Her mouth falling into a shaky frown and her eyes glistening, "I knew he would do this, he's just..." failing to finish her thoughts, you took over. "it's not your fault, Nat, he's a dick." Your voice soft, matching her emotion. She didn't seem to acknowledge your words as her glistening eyes now trailed down to her cheek, she sobbed profusely, trying to be as quiet as possible while covering her face and dropping her empty cup down to her feet. You moved closer to her, purely inches between you two. Your warm hands trailed to her back, "it's okay, Nat, you're better than him." Mouth left slightly open, you realised how odd it was, talking to her without calling each other names or arguing, it suddenly felt like you two never even had a feud to begin with, waves crashed in your mind as you tried to make sense of it, you hadn't even noticed her yearning stare. You slowly faltered the hand that found her back, looking at her, needy and vulnerable. "(y/n), I don't hate you, you know that right?" Bloodshot eyes slightly squinted at your expression, as your sclera widened somewhat, your lips disembodied in failure to respond. Her shaky, careful voice echoed in your head. "I never have."

"Really?" Both of you laughed in a diminuendo, eventually falling back to your rather serious countenance. "No of course not, how could I," Her cheeks were red, and so were her eyes as she left them with drying tears. "I don't hate you either, Nat." Her body moved so quietly towards you, your eyes trailing towards her lips as they inched closer. Natalie kissed you gently, salt bruising the moment, but you didn't mind. Both of you pulled back, looking at each other for what seemed like forever, not uttering a word before you wrapped your hands around her neck and pulled her back in.

"(y/n)"

"Yeah?"

"I missed you."

-

After the party you had figured out why Van and Tai kept giving you looks. They set you up. Or at least tried to. You were just glad that Travis was out of sight and out of mind. Jackie and Shauna asked what happened between you and Nat, why you two got along so much better now. You didn't say much, though they caught on as you sheepishly smiled and blushed each time they would bring it up.

[sketchehm]

yk that one night in the argentina squidcraft where sapnap and serpias were going on killing sprees. serpias just going crazy and killing anyone who isnt an ally vs sapnap constantly asking if he can kill people and looking for permission/approval

that but mmau

also another thing: sapnaps fight ring thing but its vct

Hrngngh I wanted to make a post comparing how Serpias is off leash while Sapnap is on leash but I didn't have enough swimming in my brain to make anything coherent enough pfft So I'm gonna force words out and we're gonna hope it makes sense

Sapnap just wants to make sure what he's doing will bring validation from Team Mafia, he doesn't want to disappoint them or mess up their namesake!! He puts that leash on himself tbh. He wants to prove himself oh so very badly to the guys once it gets to a certain point, very much addicted to their approval.

Serpias IS their namesake. There's already a level of confidence he has that doesn't require such a short leash, or any leash at all. If someone is wronging him then he will Kill. If someone is wronging who he loves, he will Kill. He doesn't crave the Team's approval like Sapnap cause he knows he already has it. Will initiate anything with the guys if he wants more of it. He's every bit of aggressive and bloodthirsty that the guys love and enjoy.

Which is something the guys do train Sapnap on. How to act without their constant approval and just go for /blood/. That if anyone wrongs /himself/ then he has the go ahead to act. Because he /is/ part of Team Mafia and wronging him does mean wronging everyone. Surr they probably don't want Sapnap AS trigger hungry as Serpias, but the appeal is there and they wouldn't deter him from it. They just want a vicious attack dog and they know Sapnap can be that for them. That just giving any of them a wrong look will send Sapnap for their jugular no questions asked. Because they'll shower him in approval (and kisses) afterwards always.

But for now, Serpias is barking just killing people point blank and being covered in blood while Sapnap is too nervy to leave Farfa's side not wanting to misstep, but still barking in anxiety, craving the same kind of violence.

Thinking of a scenario where there's a huge mafioso dinner with a few families and something like squidcraft night time happens and the same thing kinda goes down. Maybe there's an assassination attempt which causes a huge shootout between everyone. Serpias is off killing anyone who even starts to run away from him while Sapnap sticks by Farfa and Rich acting his guard dog self and killing anyone Farfa commands him to.

For the vct fight!!! A really fun idea is that it's hosted yearly and it's the best underground fighters around the world all coming together for this one major showdown. It's a No Kill event since no one wants to make enemies from someone across the world for killing their best fighter, although of course that isn't a Guarentee. Sapnap being the one who hosts the best kind of underground fights in [made up country] will be the one organizing it and it happens to occur when he's with Team Mafia! (Before Dream and George get involved)

There's a HUGE gambling pool and anyone from high ranking mafiosos and politicians to the lowest of low street rats will be throwing their money on these fighters. Anyone with any kind of criminal history knows about these fights. LOTS of law enforcement are bought off to shield the event from any...interruptions. (I like to think there was a year where it was raided and caused whoever organized that years being labeled as a nark and their whole organization was eventually taken out by other criminal gangs)

It's organized by whoever gets the most bets(popularity really). Fighters with the most money on them will go against each other and those with less will go against each other. Never based on fairness, like height or weight class, only based on profit always.

And boy does Sapnap know how to make a profit on these fights!

I dont really have much more details but it's a fun concept to spin around :3!

(I do like to think that during this, George and a few of the other members from Dream's family go to watch. Their family is the second highest bidder in the whole fight, outweighing even Team Mafia. Anyways, George will go home with too much money and tell Dream that it looks like Sapnap is doing well :)

[galacticnova3]

Had some ideas for how a got-brought-back-mostly Matthew(yea thats just what Miracle Matter is called now I dont make the rules /j) would be. Consider this part of the same hypothetical verse I write DMS in. Maybe even similar circumstances of someone going “hm I wonder how little can be left of someone’s soul/mind before you can’t bring them back anymore”, with all the same issues that entails. Gonna have it under a cut since this post got longer than planned. By a lot…

Firstly, “short” version of my headcanons for Miracle Matter are that it was one of the most powerful Matters, being made intentionally by Zero as an attempt to basically recreate the copy ability. In that regard it was like Gooey, just with the capacity to retain whatever “ability” it gained indefinitely, and in fact in some ways it could almost be seen as a more “refined” version of what Gooey was intended to be. Key word almost. While it was closer to what Zero was looking for, it was also the least stable Matter they ever ended up creating by far. An erratic, constantly shifting entity that was just as hard to predict as it was to defeat. Endless turmoil and indecisiveness; a die that kept rolling but never actually landed on a number. Easily mistaken for having no will at all.

Part of that was because it wasn’t exactly… finished? I imagine it would have been forming before/during the events of KDL3 but had its development disrupted by Zero, y’know. Dying. When Zero reincarnated, Miracle Matter was rushed to completion because 02 needed SOMETHING strong that could put up a fight in the wake of the failure of DMS and their own death at the nubs of Kirby(and also Gooey). They needed something that could match that kind of power without also carrying the traits that made Gooey “defective”. While they did get what they sought in that regard, it wasn’t created to know how to best harness its strengths, and in lacking things that would give it more individuality, it lacked what had made DMS powerful: intrinsic motivation. DMS, more than anything, wanted connection and approval, as well as revenge after their first visit to Popstar ended in their death.

Miracle Matter never really wanted anything, though, so while it followed orders, it wasn’t exactly good at anything particularly complicated. It couldn’t operate on its own because it was inexperienced and unreliable, couldn’t lead a group because it was indecisive and lacked direction, and wouldn’t have meshed well as part of a group because, though it was undeniably strong, the need to compensate for its shortcomings would have outweighed its strengths. Never mind how it took the two eyes problem and multiplied it by ten; its body shape and inability to blink means it couldn’t ever just be looking at one thing. 02 didn’t end up with a powerful new warrior, they kind of just inadvertently discovered a new way to contribute more suffering to the world. The most miraculous thing about it was that it was alive and functional at all in spite of everything, and for 02’s purposes it was ultimately too little too late, given how quickly their plans to control Ripple Star were found out by the exact same person who killed them before.

It was almost more like its own distinct fucked up thing than a Matter, seemingly unable to really think for itself but having the sapience to somewhat acknowledge the hivemind. Its connection was limited but constant, although it nonetheless was ignored for the most part because the information it contributed wasn’t useful. Trying to read its thoughts would be like tuning in to a radio station that gives you instant sensory overload, or like a stream that’s streaming itself with a bit of delay so everything is getting repeated over and over all the time. It, on the other hand, received information from the others just fine, and was directly influenced by that information on a fundamental level, even if not in the usual peer pressure or mob mentality sense. This was hard to tell because even its kin could hardly understand it most of the time; it occasionally had bouts of lucidity, but that just meant its garbled thoughts had through lines where you could maybe infer what was meant.

In short, it was powerful and obedient to Zero, but too much of a wildcard to actually be relied on, unlike DMS.

On that note, if DMS was defined by their loneliness and jealousy, Miracle Matter practically embodied panic and confusion. It stared wide-eyed at the world, always taking in more information than it could actually process, barely able to act on anything it did understand before its focus was taken or clouded by something else— it spent most of its time in that weird “room” because of this. Said room was like a sort of mini Hyper Zone, but compared to the outside world it was about as close to comfortable as it could get. I wouldn’t say it was afraid or anxious, but it was certainly upset during most of its moments of actual lucidity, as one would be in its circumstances. It could hardly distinguish between what it was seeing and what was being projected to it by the hivemind, which certainly didn’t help, nor did the fact that it was constantly overstimulated by its inherently shifting nature. It did not control the way it was changed when it learned, and its attempts to form any sense of self were stifled because its self kept becoming different things.

That also ties in to the fact that all of its forms are the result of subconscious attempts to understand things that it witnessed and vicariously felt through the hivemind, but could not actually experience firsthand. Things other Matters out in the world came across and dealt with, took particular note of, or even utilized themselves through hosts. This is why it has forms as broad as natural elements like magma, ice, electricity, and stone, or as specific yet general as the concept of explosives, blades, needles; those were the primary things it was getting information about that it could draw from. Maybe if it had more time it would have gained more forms, but it’s a slow process to unknowingly will into existence a new physical form based solely on others’ lived experiences.

To be clear, Miracle Matter was one of the younger Matters, having been created at some point shortly after Gooey, in the wake of them turning out to be not at all what Zero wanted. It was powerful but inexperienced, unfamiliar with the world, and up until its death hadn’t even really done much of anything. It lacked the ability to possess others entirely and was too preoccupied with being and feeling fucked up to ever have any malicious intentions of its own. This isn’t to say it wasn’t a threat in its own right— it didn’t end up where it was by chance, and couldn’t have been reasoned with given that the one clear guiding force in its life was Zero/02. Mostly this is just to say that as far as special Matters go, it probably had the least overall impact before getting taken out. Had it been given more time to sort itself out, or even just to form into something more stable, it would have been a much more threatening entity to have to face; ultimately Kirby and co instead ended up fighting the equivalent of aimless lashing out by someone immensely disoriented who had been told to guard something and left to their own devices. Extremely high potential that never came to fruition because the circumstances just didn’t allow it.

Usually, revivals can’t bring back all of someone unless they had basically died right then, or died under specific and unique circumstances; people lose parts of themselves in death. The soul never decays, but it starts to get worn down and lose some of its distinct features. For lack of a better description, they become simplified— some of the complexity that made a person who they were before is gone. The longer someone has been in some form of afterlife, the more likely they are to come back wrong, or at least different in any number of ways. It’s why DMS went from being jealous over others’ friendships to the point of obsession and aggression, to being the quiet, curious, and awkward individual they are now. Fundamentally, though they are the exact same entity, they are not the same person anymore. Miracle Matter would be no different.

With that said, I think against all odds, if brought back, it would actually be better off than before it died in a lot of ways. For it, being Itself But Less means no longer being effectively stuck in a loop of constant overstimulation via its own faceted consciousness. It’s unable to recall its past existence as anything more than a hazy sense of ‘I have been alive before’, but it’s not like it had really lived much of a life of its own anyways. In exchange for loss of memories about itself that didn’t mean much, it’s now more than capable of comprehending and responding to the world around it in the present. It finally has the chance to stop and calm down and reflect on itself. It doesn’t have hundreds of other sources of information flooding its mind at all times, nor someone else making all its choices for it. It’s able to really live as an individual for the first time.

With that said, it would still be very unpredictable and fickle, just with actual thoughts of its own behind its actions and reactions. It no longer responds to foreign experiences by lashing out(usually) because it’s not assuming that anyone else it sees is an enemy it’s expected to deal with. It also doesn’t always know how to respond to things and may end up doing something unexpected. It doesn’t have to be actively hyper aware of its surroundings because it isn’t expecting or waiting for anyone or anything. It’s also curious enough that any kind of change immediately attracts its attention regardless. Its eyes actually focus on things(as much as they’re able to, anyways…) instead of staring blankly in all directions all the time, because it actually makes a difference now that it operates solely based on its own perspectives and not those of the hivemind. Being stared at by, usually, around 10 eyes also tends to freak people out, which creates negative emotion, which just makes it fixate on them more(it IS still a Dark Matter and that’s like blood in the water to them), which can lead to unfortunate misunderstandings…

It still struggles with actually doing anything most of the time— its issues now lead to choice paralysis rather than the purely random decisions it made in the past. Not that a sapient icosahedron covered in eyes really has much it needs to do, at least. It had no idea how to spend its time; there were so many possibilities, yet it had nothing to go on and no established sense of self, let alone logic. A dice landing on a number means nothing if the number doesn’t correspond to anything. So, it went the route of just trying to learn and orient itself in the world, being changed by it in the process, just like it had been changed by the observations and experiences of the hivemind before. It’s not good or evil, but quite literally chaotic neutral; just as likely to forgive as it is to hold a grudge, not altruistic but not malicious, mostly acting in its own interest but having no strict idea of what its interests are. More than anything it kind of just ignores others unless something specific about someone intrigues it. Sometimes it even stops rotating erratically to focus, though while in thought it moves just like it always had, pausing when it comes to any sort of conclusion, has a revelation, or gets distracted.

And it gets distracted a lot. Having twenty unblinking eyes all over your body makes it kinda hard to just not see things. And when it sees things, especially new things, it wants to know what they are, or why they are a certain way, or how they connect to other stuff. It spent most of its existence in a borderline featureless void because anything else was too much for it to deal with, but now it’s in a state where it can often NOT be instantly overwhelmed by stuff and things. It has finally discovered what it’s like to want something and what it wants is to Look. Its whole purpose was already more or less to observe, internalize, and recreate— it’s just able to do it on its own now, without an assigned end goal of spreading darkness and suffering. This does mean that in any given situation its ass is NOT listening because there is always some manner of Thing in the Environment and it has to Percieve. On the plus side getting its attention is easy, just move around a lot or(more likely to end badly) flash a light at it.

Oddly enough, it actually doesn’t like interacting with other Matters. Despite having none of its memories, it still experiences an odd sense of familiarity toward them in a not so pleasant way. It didn’t ever really have the same social connection the others had to one another because the nature of its existence prevented that— it was like their communication was mostly one way, with them on the receiving end of everything. Constantly. As a result, the others didn’t feel like family so much as a bunch of sources of information worming their way into its already constantly fluctuating mind and worsening its already disorganized perception of reality. They were something in it that wasn’t it, and were the primary reason it was always being bombarded with information it couldn’t understand or do anything with. Gooey is an exception because Gooey is very talented they have more of a kinship. And Gooey has a distinct presence it had never felt in its mind, anyways. They probably wouldn’t even recognize them as a sibling unless told a few times.

In terms of socializing with others who aren’t related to Dark Matter, it’s someone that you could try and establish contact with, though it wouldn’t have much interest…/and it would be very curious to interact with someone else after so long!/granted it would probably shy away from any kind of meaningful connection./assuming it did not try to reach out to others first…/which would not be too difficult to manage with a little care./however it would likely respond with aggression./but you’d need to be ready for anything!/… All of this is to say there’s no telling how it would react in any unfamiliar social situation; it might behave in an actually pretty hinged and reasonable manner relative to its state and life experience, or it might ignore you entirely, or it might become aggressive, or do something else nobody predicted. It’s almost like trying to talk to it is. It’s like. Talking to it is like you’re rolling a

It isn’t able to speak out loud or make any noises that aren’t just gurgles, instead communicating via projecting its thoughts into others’ heads, provided that they made eye contact with it. It’s still hard to understand and definitely A Lot, but there’s less going on compared to before its death. Talking to it is like having 3 or 4 identical voices in your head speaking out of sync, all saying slightly different things; in the past it would’ve been closer to 11 or more sometimes saying unrelated things. Its vocabulary is a bit larger than one might expect, too, so it can actually engage in conversation. However, if you use a word it doesn’t know it will fixate on that until it gets clarification. It tends to be extremely blunt, doesn’t really understand most emotion-based words(happy, surprised, dejected, etc), and both struggles to understand tone and is hard to understand the tone of. Unfortunately, while one might try to take things slow to make misunderstandings less likely, it gets frustrated when others don’t give it information as quickly as possible. It has at least gotten better about that, for example someone having to stop to breathe is tolerable, but it’s still adjusting to what “normal” actually is.

As for other things that changed, it manifests some of its elements/abilities differently, and even developed a couple more as it was exposed to more information. It’s at its most docile in its base form, given that it is best suited to watching over fighting. Since being revived it HAS figured out how to use aspects of its other forms without entirely transforming, however. For example it can make a spike from its needle form jut out of where one of its eyes normally is, or open one of its facets and spew fire or release beams of electricity from within. If need be it has discovered a whopping one way to attack with just its base form, that being using its own blood. This would kinda just look like it’s crying profusely, and rightfully so— it will burn itself in the process. Being resistant to elemental attacks seems to have left it vulnerable to Dark Matter-based abilities that the spawn of Zero would normally be immune to…

The spark form is pretty much completely unchanged other than maybe being a little faster at firing the beams; it doesn’t use this form much at all outside of fighting, which it also doesn’t do often. Now that it is actually interacting with the world, it has started to make use of some of its other abilities in more practical ways. Ice’s main body is unchanged, but the surrounding pieces look more like ice crystals than just cubes; it doesn’t use this form either, but may unthinkingly switch to it when in especially cold conditions. Fire is similar to what it was, though the main body is actually more like molten glass now, and it has more control of where it actually erupts, plus a little more reach. This is the first form it actually started using for the utility, as giving off your own light makes traveling at night easier— it usually just hides during the day because the sun is a deadly laser(blinds whichever set of eyes is on top). Sure, the spark form is brighter and doesn’t start fires, but it moves so much more slowly.

The stone form now has more rocks, and they have more variety size and shape-wise. The main body also has some crystals sticking out that look oddly familiar, based on something it feels like it remembers… Whenever it just wants to be left alone, this is the form it takes. Reject social interaction, become mineral. The needle form is also much like it was, but doesn’t extend the needles out in a predictable pattern anymore, as it actively tries to aim at whoever its dealing with or just becomes a ball of spikes, though it relies on sound to know where to aim because eyes and sharp objects don’t mix. If stone doesn’t work to make others leave it be, it will simply become an unapproachable eldritch urchin. It also forms two types of spikes, ones that are longer, thinner, and faster to protrude like skewers, and the type it used before with tips that break off into whatever they get lodged in.

The bomb form is more or less visually unchanged, aside from losing the bubbles— it just directly generates unidentified subdividing explosives around itself that blow up at random intervals. If being a big rock or a ball of spikes aren’t working to maintain personal space, it will use this form to make others fuck off or else. It tends to use it the least because the random detonations are also random for it, and loud sounds are a bad time. How it hears anything when it is effectively just a living bomb that can do mitosis is a mystery, but it does. There’s also just not that many practical applications for bombs that apply to it. It doesn’t have any aspirations to become a demolition expert.

The cutter form changed most dramatically, now looking more like a round saw with exaggerated teeth and no “tail”; it also moves much faster than before and tends to stay close to the ground, even rolling along it like a sort of wheel of ow. This is its preferred form for pursuit. After all, there is a very much non-zero chance it will actually try to chase you down if you upset it(or freak out and run away and make it more curious about you in doing so), so like. Don’t. But if you do, move smoothly and quietly— it’s completely blind and relies on sound or vibrations to know where you are. You can also just step out of the way and stay still and it might go past you, but you better be ready to haul as when it switches to a form that can actually see(if you aren’t moving it will know because no sound) because pulling a trick like this is effective and also very likely to piss it off.

As for what’s completely new, the bubbles that used to be part of the bomb form now manifest as part of an entirely new water form that will either resembles bubbles or floating spheres of water; this makes it entirely harmless or a drowning hazard depending on the situation and its mood. It sometimes uses the bubbles to try and pick things up to carry them elsewhere, but it isn’t very good at it, really only able to move lighter objects any sort of distance. It can’t move very fast but also can’t really be prevented from moving. Also, normal water won’t actually mix with its water, so if it gets rained on or something it’ll kinda just slide off because it’s slightly denser. Before any of you freaks from my inbox say anything: the water is poisonous and strongly drawn towards wherever its main body is. You can’t drink Matthew. Michael wouldn’t like it if you stuck a straw in it or something and would probably try to drown you.

It also has a cloud-like form that makes use of wind and vortices, sometimes making it look more like a small twister. One of its eyes is retained in this form, so it can also look a lot like a small bootleg Kracko at times. Kracko would probably hate this but the two have never encountered one another. In battle this form doesn’t really do much on its own, instead relying on objects in the environment, which it’ll pick up and gradually form a debris cloud with. Not a huge issue when you’re dealing with dust and leaves and twigs, much more significant issue when it’s gravel and sticks and rocks, or maybe a sword pulled loose from a scabbard, broken glass left on the ground, rogue 2x4 wooden plank... It can also use this form to fling things(or anyone it doesn’t like at the time) pretty far away, though distance varies considerably. Much like the water, the cloud is toxic. Don’t huff Martin. You won’t get high you will get died.

Lastly, its newest form looks vaguely like some kind of large… Spider-adjacent thing, perhaps, like their relative Mariel? Maybe more of a beetle? Let’s go with bug. D20 is bugs. This is the most incongruous of its abilities in that it actually resembles a living thing. It doesn’t often use this form, but tends to remain in it for a while when it does, as when it wants to change locations during the day it can do so quickly by taking flight in this form. It has conspicuous eyespots on its head, back, and elytra, but the actual eye it has in this form is actually on its ventral side, in the center of the “thorax”— conveniently protected from the sun, hence why this is a good way to get around during the day. It’s got eight legs and can run pretty quickly on the ground, as well as a set of strong, sharp mandibles that can easily cut through wood and maybe even rock. No mouth, though. Why it decided it wanted the powers of terrestrial arthropods is unclear. Maybe it just thought they were neat.

That’s all I really have figured out for now. If you made it to the bottom of this post, you’re so awesome, take this crab.

And also this because Discord spoiled the crab

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

wibta if i held an intervention for my cousin?

strap in bc this is gonna be long, but first i need to introduce this little cast of characters: I (26f), my sister (23f) and my cousin (22f) are literally the only young ones in my family. my fathers siblings never married, and i have only my mother's sister (50sthF) who has married and also has a kid. so this made us kind of close since we were kids, especially my sister and my cousin (due to their close ages) were always together. we did live far from each other, and could only meet one or two times in a year.

my cousin and my sister have ocd. i have depression. we all have anxieties. my aunt and my mother both have anger issues, so we kind of can guess what kind of house my cousin is living in. and also from what we could see during our short visits. so yeah, we're all fucked up, but ever since i started therapy and forced my sister to go as well, things started to change. my cousin kept making excuses about money issues, and not really needing any therapy, but her ocd started spiraling down very quickly after her cat got sick last year (we'll get to that soon).

so here's where the problem lies: my cousin has ocd, and needs to constantly ask for approval. she also has severe separation anxiety, to the point that she cant even think about a family member or her cat dying. and see, i get that! we also had beloved pets who died and honestly it still fucks us up, but she is getting delusional about it. god forbid we mention that the cat is now an old lady, or say that shes not as sharp/agile as she was before—this makes her cry immediately. also her ocd is very focused on her cat: she thinks she can carry diseases to her cat, she gets hysterical if we change our clothes near the cats bowl, asks everyone repeatedly if sth unrelated might make the cat sick. shes also of the belief that if someone uses an insect spray, then the poison will stay there till she goes to that place and carries the poison to her cat and making her sick. we kept explaining to her that if the sprays would work like that then we wouldnt suffer from a serious ant infestation for the third year in a row, but as it goes with ocd, she just cant accept it. she only believes what her mother says, and well. her mother gets agitated Very Quickly and they start fighting which makes everything worse.

usually id interfere and tell my aunt to just get along with my cousin as shes going through therapy and medication, and i saw it first hand on my sister that it takes time for ocd to get calmer. its not like oh u started therapy? why arent u already performing like a mentally healthy person?? this is what i suffered from when i first started my therapy. but my aunts main issue isnt her ocd. the ocd is par for the course—the main problem is that my cousin never helps around the house.

we knew this, since we have been together forever, that my cousin never works. she complains a lot, even snaps if u ask her to do two things at once (even if its like hey check the kettle and btw put this glass in the sink as well). and my aunt has zero tolerance for her attitude, which leads to her doing the chore herself and well this kind of encourages my cousin to get away from the chores by complaining. she was like this ever since we were KIDS. she'd play with us and make a mess, but when we were supposed to clean everything shed either not do a thing (saying "i dont know how to" even to simple things like put the thing in the basket) or shed just. vanish. whenever we ate lunch or dinner, shed immediately go to the bathroom, and come out after everything was cleaned and washed. and before u say there might be sth else, it really wasnt. she even admitted to it later. she just didnt want to do a single shit. and well, now that shes older, its getting kind of upsetting. whenever she's alone at home she does NOTHING. and when my aunt comes back from her trip SHES the one who has to clean after my cousin, even tho she has just arrived home. this is why no matter how much she asks us to go stay with her when shes alone, we never go. bc we dont want to clean after her. or when she comes over to our house she just. barely does a thing.

this is taking a huge mental and physical toll on my aunt, bc shes physically disabled (severe migraines caused by a bubble in her head, and recently due to her bad workplace her right hand and arm are also not doing well), and even tho she kind of brought this on herself (but indirectly encouraging my cousins behavior), its still really upsetting. whenever we go to their house, my sister and i try to shoulder a part of chores, bc 1) our aunt shouldn't have to do everything by herself and 2) we were taught to help. my parents never had any tolerance for us slacking off.

cut to last week when we went to their house, and it was a huge war zone. my aunt kept shouting at my cousin for things that werent her fault (like her asking for approval or complaining about sth someone did), and on the other hand my cousin kept dodging the chores, and when my aunt asked her to do ONE thing she kept snapping at her and complaining like it was a huge deal (it really wasnt. example: my aunt asked her to put her clothes which she had already folded and put on her bed away. my cousin snapped at her that she would do it and she should get off her back and then kept complaining that her folded clothes arent bothering anyone and she shouldnt be forced to put them away. this is not an exaggeration.) i also realized that part of the problem with their relationship was how my cousin kept complaining about everything to my aunt, which makes my aunt go insane bc she needs a break from the negativity, but my cousin is very clingy and would call her multiple times a day just to bitch about sth. and hey, i also bitch about things to my mother, but i dont call her that much when shes/im away, and also i try to balance it with good fun stories. i know my cousin isnt like having a very bad life, she just likes to complain about everything. but this, coupled with her insistent need for approval, and her clinginess, makes for a bad recipe.

so, when i finally had a private moment with my cousin, i told her that she needs to do chores, and this would do wonders to the current tension! i said this very gently and very quickly bc i didnt want my aunt to overhear us, and my cousin started crying and nodding and said she would try. this made me feel a bit calmer about the whole situation, until the next fucking day when my grandparents came to my aunts house and my cousin, u guessed, did nothing to help my aunt. at one point my sister found her kissing her cat instead of setting the table, and it made us both extremely mad.

i think that gently talking with her wont do good, bc she'd probably do the same thing again. i feel like i need to be more stern and a little bit harsher to hammer the point home, bc apparently she doesnt understand anything unless its shouted at her. im not gonna shame her or anything, im just gonna say that she needs to a) continue her therapy (which she has dropped for 5 months) b) take her pills regularly (which she doesnt) c) enforce a clear boundary between herself and her mother no matter how close they and d) do the chores. if she doesnt do these stuff, then she wont be able to get any sympathy from me, and my sister. also cant complain about it anymore if she's not going to do any fucking thing to improve her situation.

so, wibta?

What are these acronyms?

[lepoppeta]

Dialogue Anon - I love reading about your boys whenevr you get a chance to gush about them, its clear that you put a lot of thought and soul into that ship! Theyre so tragic but also so good.

Can you also do 12, 19, and 26 for Vox and Husk? From what Ive seen in your posts about them they give the impression of two different types of dads to me so these queations stood out to me

ive put way too much thought into what is, at this point, basically an oc ship. jack is a silent protagonist and atlas technically doesnt even exist within the games canon. sometimes i feel guilty about it, but i love them and their story too much to usually care.

12. do they hold any affection towards each other? how do they show it?

i think they do, but its definitely not affection in the most traditional sense. i hesitate to call it "love" by any stretch of the imagination -- its probably close to a friends-with-benefits type situation. warm bodies that tolerate each other.

the bulk of their relationship is borne out of a shared dislike for alastor. my initial plan for them was that they had a mutually spiteful one-night stand, which turned into semi-regular meet-ups when they realised that the sex was actually pretty good, which turned into proper dates, which turned into husk bumming around voxs penthouse despite vox not even being home. all the while they barely realised that alastor didnt give two shits about what they were doing in their free time.

i love to imagine husk embodying a kind of "drunk ronin" archetype, where hes constantly inebriated and comes off as cynical and pathetic but hes actually a super-mega-ultra badass (i headcanon that hes still an overlord, although he keeps his head down most of the time) and also super sexy to boot. he clocked vox pretty quickly as someone who was silently dying for approval and attention, and he uses his own nonchalant personality and silky-smooth voice to push all sorts of buttons, both physical and metaphorical. he once sent vox a sultry voicemail that resulted in a city-wide blackout -- husk was very pleased with himself. fuck him, sometimes its pretty euphoric to have someone younger than you approach you with awe rather than disappointment.

vox, on the other hand, likes playing the roll of Designated Sugar Daddy. buying people things makes him feel stable and successful (in a way hes subconsciously making up for the fact that alastor isnt much of a gift-giver at all). he loves being able to turn the tables on husk and buying him really expensive booze, unlike the cheap swill alastor placates him with. husk has no idea how to feel about essentially being a sugar baby to someone whos at least a decade younger than he is, but he figures that its sort of nice to want for nothing every once in a while, and if it makes vox feel better about himself, then whats the harm? it puts him in a good mood, and husk isnt a good enough person to turn down free shit.

19. are they satisfied with their relationship?

yes, but its complicated.

i dont want to call it settling, because they do like things about each other, and they dont fight all that much (husk doesnt engage with vox when he devolves into one of his temper tantrums, so a lot goes unsaid -- vox is a grown man and husk isnt a babysitter), but there is this vague background sense that theyre both tired and jaded and this is just... nice. its not explosive or passionate or anything resembling true love, but its nothing to sneeze at either. its peaceful and low-maintenance.

26. how would these characters react to being stuck in a small room together?

im torn between saying that theyd very quickly get on each others nerves or theyd devolve into giving each other the silent treatment, or perhaps both.

[clingingtoskeletons]

pottermore calls remus brave but sure the problem is the people who dont like to see fake remus stans insulting him every five minutes lol

Wooo boy, okay.

To be clear, I never called myself a Remus stan, nor do I consider myself one. I like his character, and he's my favourite marauder, but I'm nowhere close to a stan.

Second of all... yes, he is brave when it comes to putting himself in physical danger for the sake of others. We see that in how he spies on the werewolves and fights for the Order.

But when it comes to normal and everyday life? Total coward. And I'm surprised it even needs to be said.

(Lengthy below the cut)

• Remus let's his friends bully Severus (and, presumably, others) for years and doesn't step in and stop it, despite knowing it's wrong and even when it's his duty to as prefect. Why? Because he's scared of clashing with his only friends and losing his support group.

"Remus functioned as the conscience of this group, but it was an occasionally faulty conscience. He did not approve of their relentless bullying of Severus Snape, but he loved James and Sirius so much, and was so grateful for their acceptance, that he did not always stand up to them as much as he knew he should."

– Pottermore

• Throughout the entirety of PoA, Remus withholds crucial information about an alleged mass murderer who is, presumed at the time, to be targeting one of the students. Even when said alleged murderer breaks into the school, into the Gryffindor common room with a knife, scaring the crap out of Ron and the others – Remus stays silent. Because he doesn't want to reveal to Dumbledore that his friends had become animagi and that they all abused the sanctuary Dumbledore provided for Remus' transformations during his school years to go frolicking free in the Forbidden Forest. Remus puts the entire student population in danger because he's scared of looking bad. Remus HIMSELF calls this silence 'cowardly'.

Lupin’s face had hardened, and there was self-disgust in his voice. "All this year, I have been battling with myself, wondering whether I should tell Dumbledore that Sirius was an Animagus. But I didn’t do it. Why? Because I was too cowardly."

– Prisoner of Azkaban

"However, Remus’s old flaw was at work. He had grave suspicions about one of his old friends, a known fugitive, but did not share them with anyone at Hogwarts. His desperate desire to belong and to be liked meant that he was neither as brave nor as honest as he ought to have been."

– Pottermore

• Remus doesn't want to admit his feelings for or marry Tonks due to his own internal fears, despite her feelings on the matter.

"Remus’s immediate response was a happiness he had never experienced in his life, but this was extinguished almost at once by a sense of crushing duty. He had always known that he could not marry and run the risk of passing on his painful, shameful condition. He therefore pretended not to understand Tonks, which did not fool her at all. Wiser than Remus, she was sure that he loved her, but that he was refusing to admit it out of mistaken nobility. However, he avoided any further excursions with her, barely talked to her, and started volunteering for the most dangerous missions. Tonks became desperately unhappy, convinced not only that the man she loved would never willingly spend time with her again, but also that he might walk to his death rather than admit his feelings."

– Pottermore

"He continued to fear that the stigma attached to him would infect his wife and wished for no fanfare around their union; he swung constantly between elation that he was married to the woman of his dreams and terror of what he might have brought upon them both." – Pottermore

• Remus abandons his pregnant wife IN THE MIDDLE OF A WAR because of his fears. Harry blatantly, harshly, and rightly calls him out as a coward.

“I’d never have believed this,” Harry said. “The man who taught me to fight dementors – a coward.”

– Deathly Hallows

"Remus realised that Tonks was pregnant and every fear he had ever had surfaced. He was convinced that he had passed on his condition to an innocent child and that he had condemned Tonks to the same life as his mother, forever moving around, unable to settle, having to hide her increasingly violent child from sight. Full of remorse and self-recrimination, Remus fled, leaving the pregnant Tonks, seeking out Harry and offering to accompany him on whatever death-defying adventure awaited."

– Pottermore

Those are most of Remus' largest plot presences, and every single one of them boils down to the same thing: Remus driven to inaction or running away altogether due to him being scared.

(noun) coward; a person who lacks the courage to do or endure dangerous or unpleasant things.

Remus Lupin is one of, if not THE biggest coward in the series. His reasons for being a coward are understandable but not excusable, and that is simply his biggest flaw. If you take away his cowardice (without giving him a proper arc to be better), then he is NOT Remus Lupin.

[corvus-the-trickster]

So - in Ethan's bio (I think) it says something along the lines of him being a schoolmaster and also that he believed that every assassin had something unique to bring to the table, which should be nurtured. And yet... In game we have Evie going "father was right he never approved of your methods!" At Jacob. Was that just her lashing out in the moment or does Ethan's belief only extend to other assassins but not his own children? His bio also seems to suggest he understands that jayadeep has a weakness for violence but understands he might also have something else in him that other assassins don't.

It would really help if we actually got flashbacks of Ethan's time with Jacob and Evie to get more of a sense of their relationship outside of Evie's "I want to emulate our father and continue his legacy" in the beginning and Jacob "I resent our father" attitude he has. And of course this changes somewhat throughout the game as they each start coming into their own way of doing this outside of their fathers teachings but still.

I think it was mostly Evie lashing out but still held some truth. Ethan did not look well upon Jacob we know that for a fact, and we also know that Jacob wasn't receptive. I dont remember anything about Ethan believing that every assassin had something unique to bring so that may just be from Underwold which I've not read yet.

I also do think that line may have been Evie putting words into Ethan's mouth to hurt Jacob to get him to see his chaos is gonna get him or someone else hurt and she thinks she's exhausted all other options. Perhaps she's using what she knows of Jacob and Ethan's strained relationship, perhaps Ethan did not approve of Jacob's methods, perhaps even both.

I'd also love some flashbacks of the twins with Ethan, they rotate in my head constantly like a microwave or roasting spit. In fact I've made a post earlier talking about an extra sequence I'd put before the actual sequence 1 we get where you play as both twins during Ethan's funeral. I've also had conversations with @malewifefirestar about extra rift missions where you go into the past playing as Ethan and Cecily and their attempts to free London.

The discussion of Ethan not agreeing with Jacobs methods is also turned on it's head at the end with Evie saying "Father would be proud" especially considering the fight against Starrick doesn't follow one of Evie's plans.

[dizgreen]

I think I’ve been on here long enough, so it’s about time I talk to y’all about my Grand Theory of Masculinity.

Yes that is what I call it.

Foreword: I’m a millennial, I’m about thirty years old and if there’s one thing that genuinely makes me think “god I hate the new generation” it’s all this bullshit Andrew Tate and Jordan Peterson shit about how to be a “real man.” I absolutely despise this narrative that being a man is all about only caring about yourself and forcing others down to build yourself up. I see it corrupting more and more young men every day and I truly dread the point in time that it takes hold enough to bring back toxic masculine fathers and grandfathers and RUINS an entirely new generation of kids.

So I decided to sit down and think about why it bothers me so much. I’m of the belief you can’t reasonably say you disagree with something unless you have some kind of reason or alternative solution. Thus, I’ve boiled down what *I* consider to be the true essence of “what makes you a man”

To start off with, I don’t believe that you need a certain set of genitals to be considered a “real man”, which is why I put such an emphasis on the word “masculinity.” I believe that sorting people according to exclusively their genitals or their preferred identity is a bit archaic, but I DO believe you can sort anyone, regardless or pronouns or genitalia, into specific definitions of masculine or feminine traits and behaviors. I believe in defining those things as two sides of a whole, like a yin-yang, and that it shouldn’t compromise someone’s identity in any way just for displaying or taking pride in those traits.

So, here’s my big definition. Are ya ready?

Safety.

Masculinity, TRUE masculinity, I believe, is defined as when someone has a certain aura that makes you feel safe or protected when you’re around that person.

Now a lot of you that are attracted to masculinity might be disagreeing saying stuff like “oh but I like dangerous men” or “no I like it when someone feels a bit scary” but attraction, which is a totally different aspect that’s specific to you. Even then, the VAST majority of people that say they like “dangerous men” typically mean “I like it when men are dangerous and threatening but treat me with love and care” and THATS SAFETY, BRO.

I believe that the true concept of masculinity has been corrupted overtime by the machinations of insecure and weak men trying to convince others that they’re actually what people want in a man. All the signs are there.

A man should be strong to help you feel protected.

“WELL IM GONNA GET ALL BUFF WITH BIG MUSCLES SO THAT NO ONE WANTS TO MESS WITH ME”

but you also have to show you CAN protect them.

“WELL IM GONNA FREAK OUT AND TRY TO FIGHT EVERYONE THAT LOOKS AT ME WRONG SO NO ONE WOULD MESS WITH ME”

A man should be able to provide for his family so they feel safe and comfortable in their lifestyle.

“WELL IM GONNA WEAR A SUIT AND CONSTANTLY BRAG ABOUT HOW MUCH MONEY I MAKE SO THAT EVERYONE THINKS IM RICH”

you know you actually have to give them attention as well though, right? You can’t JUST provide a paycheck.

“WHATEVER, ILL GET A COOL CAR AND IF THEY GET ANNOYED ABOUT ME NOT SPENDING TIME WITH EM ILL JUST GET A NEW GIRL, ILL TALK ABOUT HOW THEY ONLY CARE ABOUT MONEY ANYWAY!”

A man should be able to be confident in his decisions so that the people around him feel secure and more confident in their own choices.

“OKAY SO WHAT IM GONNA DO IS WALK AROUND AND TELL EVERYONE ELSE TO FUCK OFF AND SAY I DONT CARE ABOUT THEM! THAT WAY PEOPLE WILL BE FOOLED INTO THINKING IM CONFIDENT WHEN IM ACTUALLY DEPERATELY CRAVING THEIR APPROVAL”

When I try think of the most MASCULINE MAN MAN I can possibly think of, you know what the image that comes to mind is? A dad. A slightly overweight dad with a blue collar job and a beard who works his ass off to provide for his family and then comes home exhausted and still finds the time to play a game of catch or wrestle with his kids. I believe that image to be the absolute peak of masculinity.

I truly believe that when people have an attraction to men or women or nonbinaries, they seek certain aspects of masculine or feminine behavior. I believe that when people are attracted to masculine qualities, if you boil down the very core essence of what makes them happy with a masculine partner, you’re going to get “they make me feel safe.”

Again, I’m not saying this is something you need to care about at all or should use to define your gender. This is just my analysis boiling down what I think went wrong which led to this bullshit idea that a real man needs to walk around and demean others and ignore his family and only care about himself while disregarding everyone around him.

I think if we use this one little core tenant as the base idea of what to consider “masculinity”, it could really help the men, women, and nb’s that are seeking a goal or ideal to strive for in what kind of person they want to be.

Sorry for the long post but, TL;DR:

Masculinity is when you make someone feel safe in your presence. NOT when you ignore or demean others around you in an attempt to look bigger.

So Fuck off, sigma bitches

[rhyme-draws-stuff]

Fantrolls introduction + Artdump

I made these guys all the way back in October 2023, when I was a bit less than halfway through the comic. They were originally made for a roleplay server but I got too burnt out from school to actually join, and my anxiety was acting up. They're moirails, and wear each other's colors to show that :D

✨a bunch more art and rambling below cut!✨

Name: Iridia Rimian Pronouns: she/they Gender: demigirl Age: 8 sweeps Height: 5'4 Blood: Teal Classpect: Maid of Heart Derse Dreamer

Iridia's the first fantroll I've ever made, she's not exactly supposed to be a trollsona but she kind of started out that way and I did pour all of the anxieties I had at the time into her when I created her, and also gave her my love of cardigans and drawing, her outfit is modeled after one of mine, and we have the same pronouns. So we have some similarities!

Iridia is incredibly scared of the future, she's constantly burnt out and all she wants to do is stay home and draw forever. She struggles to make meaningful connections with people, and is pretty sure she won't live longer than 10 sweeps. Luckily she's not completely alone in the world, she has her moirail and her lussus!

Typing quirk example:

Your Trolltag is iridescentMelody, and you … pause a lot because . you can.t always . think of the right words … … and sometimes you trail off and forget …

… what you were going to say . … you don.t have any variety to your . punctuation . so you have a collection of emoticons to . convey expressions with .^. ^.^   .-.   .^.   .0.   .u.   .o.   .v.   ._.   .~.  .'.  .×. … … … and … … … … … … when you.re … overwhelmed … talking gets … even harder … … … … and you may use just ._. emoticons to express .~. your feelings .×. … but at other times you can be . a bit long winded . you want to make sure that you.re understood correctly . and all of your points . get conveyed .

Name: Galani Darmor Pronouns: alright with any, but especially likes he/her (specifically in those tenses), ae/aer, and shine/shines Gender: Hero Age: 8.3 sweeps Height: 4'5 Blood: Violet Classpect: Knight of Hope Prospit Dreamer

I made Galani because I realized that Iridia would simply not survive alone in the world, and then as I fleshed aer out to contrast to her I got really attached. A lot of parts of her are also inspired by parts of myself! But maybe a bit less

her deal is basically that he has a huge hero complex. He carries herself with a lot of confidence, which he mostly feels, but he gets very upset if he doesn't feel he's living up to the standard of being "heroic" that he's set up for herself.

Galani can get pretty in shines head about issues of morality.

Typing quirk example:

Your Trolltag is mechaHero, and ✨you talk with a lot of ENTHUSIASM and EMPHASIS!✨ ✨and you like to let people know when you APPROVE 👍 or DISAPPROVE 👎✨

✨if you-were-to-get DISTRESSED you would-start-to-talk MUCH FASTER which-thankfully-never happens because HEROES DONT GET DISTRESSED 👎👎👎✨

Here's some more art of both of them!

This is one of the first Iridia concept arts I made, ft. her lussus!

Here's some early Galani concepts, and me realizing he should be short actually.

sketches of them together!

Pixels arts of them being adorable and in love :D

Also, here's a little chatlog I wrote for them, in their typing quirks:

MH: ✨ hey IRIDIA! 👍✨

MH: ✨ how was WORK today? ✨

IM: … hello . galani ^.^...

IM: … it was . fine …

IM: … mostly -.-

MH: ✨ something happen? 👎✨

IM: … i mean . not really …

IM: … i don.t know ….

IM: … i don't know how . to explain . it was . pretty normal …

IM: … which . might be part of the problem -.-

IM: … but . i think i.d rather talk about something . else …

MH: ✨OK! 👍✨

MH: ✨ want to hear about MECH FIGHTS? ✨

IM: … okay . sure .^.

[mercykatze]

I will walk into your house and (politely) demand you to explain all of your lore, hello???????? I'm listening!!!! I will read! I will gobble!!!! I will consume!!!! I'm so interested..... plsplspls don't feel like no one's interested because I am now???? What is the story omg?????

sorry i took so long to reply work is killing me 😭

ive posted a few comics of the story here under the hiddenclan tag but i dont think ill have the time/emotional availability to draw out the rest so ill do a little lore dump under the cut

so what i had envisioned for the story was like. Shineclan (Warmflick and Bluffpaws original clan was Very unpopular in their area, mostly for their disbelief in Starclan. The clan culture acknowledge Starclans existence but saw them as just dead cats with no real power over the clan. The highest power to Shineclan was the current clan leader and that's who theyd refer to for any ceremonies or giving of thanks (hinted at when Warmflick calls upon Thymestar to approve the name she was giving Bluffpaw).

the current leader, Thymestar (Warmflicks father) was a similar sort of leader to Oakstar. very popular within the clan as a strong and fearless leader but was very aggressive to any outside cats, including other clans, loners, ect. eventually it got to the point where the other clans joined up and decided to drive Shineclan from the forest, one way or another. Warmflick, as the only pregnant queen and Bluffpaw as the youngest cat in the clan were both sent away as soon as the fighting started to protect them.

I wanted the story to show in particular, Warmflicks son Jumblekit slowly picking up on signs from Starclan and trying to tell his mother abt them and culminating with her receiving nine lives and the name Warmstar.

I really wanted to show how tragic i found Warmstar as a character. she is painfully optimistic and self sacrificing, even after slowly losing everyone she cares about. where i played the save to, she only had one kit remaining, had lost both Bluffnudge and Jumblekit(now Jumblebear) to the same tragic fire and had lost the mate she found. all of the lives shes lost so far as a leader have been while protecting clanmates. the one kit she has left, Gullgrove, she is incredibly close to. but he has a mate outside of the clans (has brought back 3 litters and is constantly spotted in the twoleg place) and i imagine she is terrified that shes going to lose him through this too.

i just have a lot of feelings about warmflick and shes really special to me so im sad like. with myself for losing motivation in telling this after getting no engagement </3

[gloomforrestrunes]

I see character analysis is happening at the moment 👀

AU/Hypothetical time. What would things be like if, changing a few things of course, Eiya was able to claim a position of power in Askon? Would Eiya be spared of the turmoil she faces in canon? Would Kane still somehow be subject to their resentment in some way? Or would things be even more messy than canon if Nex still finds a way to influence her and make life even more hellish for the cast?

id like to present the idea that eiya's resentment of kane isnt purely based off of the fact that he's able to have a position of power while they're unable to. while that certainly doesnt help and does contribute to it, the main cause of eiya's resentment is the fact that both of her parents neglected her in favor of him. unfortunately i dont think her being given any sort of noble-esque position would change her sour relationship with her parents that much. :,) the truth behind eiya's anger is that its actually mostly directed at her parents, but they just cannot stand the idea that she cant do anything about how much her parents resent her. kane is just someone who's... very easy to blame for all of that. in eiya's mind it adds up- kane is viewed as "more important," thus making them less important in her parent's eyes. in reality, feli and vis had already been neglecting her, even before kane was born.

kane was just... a convenient scapegoat for their confusing, angry, and distraught emotions.

its hard to say if it would be better or worse if eiya was given a position of power- just the very nature of her parent's relationship causes her to be resented by them. even though eiya will fight constantly with feli, she still wants her approval. desperately.

none of my character's emotional timelines- whether it be their feelings for another character skewing positively, negatively, or a bit of both- are on a linear scale. emotions are just not that simple. especially when it comes to such a messy, unfortunate situation. sometimes eiya may have days where she cannot fathom thinking of kane as anything other than her endearing impulsive younger brother, while they may have other days where her anger is so overwhelming she begins to cry, because she hates how much she hates him.

their emotions are extremely complicated and oftentimes contradictory, but thats just what happens when you find yourself beginning to despise someone who's also so important to you.

dying stars, and all that.