#also i just dont really like “what if” stories

[where-does-the-heart-lie]

Even More Doki Doki Battle Academy OP AU

One Piece Fighting Game AU Master Post

Some more~ i had a lot of fun with these designs <3 (a break down for them under the cut)

Kid and Killer would be two Gym leaders who introduce the idea of Duo battling in the story mode of this hypothetical game. They'd probably be one of the first gym leaders the player would face.

They would enjoy their job of getting to beat up teenagers thoroughly even though they'd have to hold back for the sake of not killing them. (for legal purposes obviously). They Profight on the side to let loose sometimes. To make sure people still know they're dont

Carrot: @majestick-posts-op's design for carrot inspired my design for her, the elbow pads and leg warmers gave me the idea of a roller skater and ideas took off from there! the silhouette of the helmet to match her original silhouette from her bob is a perfect way to keep her original silhouette and have her suLONG hair. For her hearts, i know its obvious but she loves her tutu, she loves her roller skates so the hearts are on those. but if you look closely, there are also hearts on the carrots on her helmet!

Shirahoshi: i was having trouble with her design at first, but then i looked up what kind of fish she's supposed to be and a vision immediately appeared in my head

look at this thing. look at those pathetic eyes. what a creeeeaturee.... so i made her a crereeeaturrreee. The silhouette of her hair loopies and her head is supposed to look like a fish, and the bottom part of her sweater is supposed to also evoke fins/a tail! Her top is meant to reference H2O Just Add Water mermaid tops, and she is all around kinda loosely inspired by MLP:FIS Fluttershy <3 I really tried to make her look kind of regal, with her sheer sweater and long flowing hair. But also i wanted her to have elements pulling her down to earth, like having heir hair all dirty from walking in nature and flip flops to tie in her whole beachy feel. The heart on her design is on her big ol' Nature Club pin on her left chest, even over her heart.

Kid: There's a lot with him that i felt i needed to scrap (Pun Intended.) because i just had no way of incorporating his powers into the power system i have. So i'm thinking instead of metal he can repel and attract, he throws and absorbs cactus's into/from his Big Cactus arm with his Growth, Absorbing, and elastic powers. You can vaguely see his hearts in the pinks of his cactus hand! but the real ting indicating his heart is probably his belt buckle and his neck bandana ;3c

Killer: The whole reason i got the idea to make these two Plants That Hurt is because when i was sketching out the silhouette for killer, i thought i had make his hair kinda sorta look like the mouth of a venus fly trap and my mind was like "Wait. Say That again." so i went off from there! I got the help from my friend @zethsdumpster and their friend who's the local Kid & Killer Thirster and we came up with the idea of them being punk cowboys too! and now here we are <3 Killer's boots are meant to look like terracotta pots and his hat is meant to look like a venus fly trap about to munch on a fly (the white and yellow sash around it). The blades on his gauntlet things, i added a handle part to them to make them look like sickles because sickles are used for gardening and that was really the only way i could tie in whatever the hell those things are to the motifs these two have. Killer's heart if you squint is in the negative space from his choker and open buttoned shirt, the color of the choker being Kid's color EHE HEHEHE EHE EHEH EH EH

YEAH I MADE THEM HOMOSEXUALS WHAT ABOUT IT?!?!??!!? AND WHAT ABOUT IT?!??!?!?!??!?!?!?!?!? DO YOU HAVE A PROBLEM WITH IT HUH?!!!!!!!!!??!?!??!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?! thats what i THOUGht. its hard to NOT make them homosexuals when what they got going on is what they have going on. ehehehehh hehehh ehehe hHHEHHE h H HA AH AH AH H AHAAAAAA anyway

I bought the game Tiny Glade to make this building layout LOL and i really havent played it since <3 its a lot of fun though, i enjoy their ducks and their sheep :3 though i would appreciate if they added in a copy building option.

The building is inspired by the school buildings in Card Captor Sakura and Ouran High School Host Club! I wanted a really romantic design like a castle to contrast heavily with the Full Colosseum Structure behind it. Though if i could do it differently, i think i would instead put the arena where the track field is instead. but like theres only so much room on a Tiny Glade workspace.

I have been working on inside setting images too but it is. life draining. This is why I'm a character artist not a background designer.

The middle school Carrot and Shirahoshi would go to would be a sister school to the DDBA and would be close by but in a different location.

I think! that's just about it..... thanks for reading if you got this far!!

[cringeiknow]

"𝓟𝓮𝓻𝓯𝓮𝓬𝓽" | 𝓐. 𝓗𝓸𝓽𝓬𝓱𝓷𝓮𝓻

⋁∧ 𝓛𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝓑𝓲𝓽𝓮𝓼 ∧⋁: Heeyyyyyy, heyyyyyy, how yall doin... ahahaa. So this one got away from me a little and instead of being the 1.5k words I THOUGHT it was gonna be... its like 3.2k. SOOO Sorrrryy it took this long. Also based on a true(ish) story.

Love Bites,

⋁∧𝔰𝔢𝔯𝔞∧⋁

𝓢𝓾𝓶𝓶𝓪𝓻𝔂: You accidentally play footsies with Aaron Hotchner.

𝓦𝓪𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼: Age Gap (duh), feet (IM SO SORRY NO ONE UNDERSTANDS MORE THAN I, BUT ALSO DONT KINK SHAME D:<), reader is just a girl, Bug being a traitor, sauce (? Not Aarons soz), brief nakedness (reader), caring for a toddler, reader thinks shes a comedian

𝓣𝓪𝓰𝓼: Aaron Hotchner x Fem!reader, domestic fluff if you squint, Aaron being a cocky (hot) jerk, PINING (not so secret), pre-relationship

𝔀/𝓬: 3.2k

𝓕𝓵𝓮𝓭𝓰𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼: @crying-ang3l, @maladaptive-daydreamer-23

𝓐𝓸3

𝓜𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽

𝓓𝓑𝓕!𝓐𝓪𝓻𝓸𝓷 𝓗𝓸𝓽𝓬𝓱𝓷𝓮𝓻 𝓜𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽

I | II

The table was cramped. Comically, tragically, unexpectedly cramped. Exactly the sort of reason your mother had bought the table in the first place.

She’d reasoned it as needing space for parties—parties being the threat that she’d used to keep the house in spotless unlived in conditions. A room that screamed ‘We don’t live here, just occasionally occupy this space when mother decides to force us all into being social’, like a ‘Billionaires By Design’ showroom had been threatened into hospitality. 

Even then it was usually just your family in all their varying degrees of dysfunction. So really the table your mother had coaxed out of your father was useless, until well…now. When there was your mother, father, older sister (+husband and baby), younger sisters, your younger sister's boyfriend, and finally Aaron Hotchner. 

Aaron was your dad’s best friend, of whom you definitely didn’t have a crush on. Despite your beloved eldest sister's insistence you did. The very sister who had adamantly waved you over, shoved you down across from him, and then stuck her adorable baby, Bug, in the high chair at the end of the table. 

Now, across from an FBI agent—if not the FBI poster boy—you were contemplating first degree murder while you white knuckled your fork. A perfectly reasonable reaction to—every—minor inconvenience that she so lovingly planted in your path like mines.

You didn’t hate her though. No. Hated implied that there was a level of affection to how you felt. Something you watered, pruned, and devoted your energy too. It didn’t need any of that. Your sister did enough of the ‘emotional landscaping’ for that herself. 

You needed another word. 

Destain? 

No… Too common. Not enough venom. 

Loathing? 

No.

Too theatre (but she could fuck off to the western sky—wherever that was). Preferably sooner rather than later and take her little accusation with her. 

A crush on Aaron Hotchner. 

Absurd. Ridiculous. Truly unthinkable. The man was old enough to be your father for God's sake. 

Honestly a silly notion. Silly, as it was when Aaron himself would’ve used it back in the Victorian ages. Derogatory. Nearly a slur. 

You just liked to observe him, that’s all. For science.

Take his jaw for example. It had almost a perfect one hundred twenty degree angle. Sharp and darkened just slightly with stubble. A rare smile would reveal a set of perfectly placed dimples, otherwise his cheeks were just hollow enough to make his cheek bones pop. You’d also taken—avid notes (unfortunately none of them were photographic)—notice of his smile lines. Deep lines in his cheeks that you just had to kis—stare at. Which was rude really. Nevertheless it got added to your growing list of ‘must haves’ for your future partner. 

You learned once that he applied his cologne just under his ear and by his pulse—on accident, of course—when leaning over his shoulder. The result of a poorly timed inhale while taking his plate.  Something watery and light. You’d been tempted to ask him what the name of the scent was—also for your future partner…duh. Was it a crime to think someone smells good? 

His eyes too were of dire scientific importance. Hazel and warm, a shade that made the brown look viridescent.  Probably had those gold flecks too, the ones that all the romance books—you definitely hadn’t read—had as an en-masse cliché. You know the over-written ones with star-crossed lovers, or soulmates, or whatever. Where in a moment of undeniable soul aching yearning their eyes meet and they stare too long (not that you’d know anything about staring). 

Long dark eyelashes you were green with envy for. Really he should arrest himself for having such criminally good lashes. Hopefully handcuffing himself to your be—no…can’t go down that road at the dinner table. He had a singular white one on the outer corner of his right eye. You often wondered if he knew about it.

Framed with equally dark brows usually drawn together in thought or some shrewd overly-meticulous observation he would only—and inevitably—reveal at the worst possible moment.

Such as some years ago when you tried to lie to your parents about being drunk at a party, only for Arrogant Hotchner to out you to them. (Not that you were underage, but they disapproved of general tomfoolery. They were the ‘appearance is everything’ type, and nothing screamed ‘classy’ more than falling down drunk).

You still remembered the way his eyes flicked up and down as you tried to lie through your teeth to all of them. The skeptical squint in his eye that made your eyes catch on his and stay locked there. Then the deepening crease in his brow as he calculated all the possibilities, you could practically see him adding up your behaviors on an abacus in his head. Clicking the wooden beads to the side with every tremble in your voice or ill-timed blink. 

Then, in that frustratingly smooth, god-like dad voice, he said, “Not what happened. Want to try that again?”

Mixed with that detrimental unimpressed eyebrow raise of his and the flicker of smug pride in his dumb hazel eyes for catching your deception, you were done for. The truth slipped free before you could make any amount of effort to stop it.

It needed to be studied. 

See? Purely scientific. Vaguely aesthetic. Not at all a crush, because a crush on your fathers best friend is not only weird and cliché, but deeply humiliating. 

That’s why you were so thankful that you’d offered to take Bug for the evening. The perfect distraction, despite it helping your meddling witch of a sister. Who was currently talking your father’s ear off as per usual, and naturally drawing the ear of everyone at the table. 

Bug was scarfing down her Cheerios—by what you swore was the hundreds—and slamming her little hands all over the high chair tray. Demanding as much attention as your sister was, sadly for her to an audience of one. 

“Here Bug, try some of this.” You murmur to the baby, putting a little dollop of your “perfect” pasta sauce on her tray. Then you lean on your hand to watch her little reaction. She babbles and completely ignores it, so you take a little on her spoon and feed it to her. Bug’s eyes grow wide and she holds her arms out in front of her, straining in excitement until you can’t help but laugh. Then she queals loudly. 

It isn’t long before your sister brings up the uncomfortable topic of boyfriends. More specifically your lack of one. You could feel your cheeks burn. 

“I could have one if I wanted! I just… I don't want one.” You shrug. Daring not to look over at Aaron who you could feel eyeing you. 

Suddenly, no matter your arrangement of limbs you could not get comfortable. You were trying to listen, but you also don’t think you had ever been so fidgety in your entire life.  Maybe it was Aaron's occasional glances, or the impending question of how your dating life was, but you wanted to crawl out of your skin.

It started with your spine. The itch to move wriggled itself between the thoracic and lumbar regions of it, clawing its way into the spinal cord where you knew it would fester and spread. A pull to your shoulder blade. A tug at your left thigh. 

You rolled your shoulders in a vain attempt to soothe it. 

Normally in this situation, you would just bounce your leg incessantly. Doing so bothered the hell out of your mother, and occasionally your father. So, to spare your mother’s—secretly few—nerves, you rolled your ankle in small circles. 

It was only a little time before your—shoeless, no shoes in the house—foot caught on the edge of the tablecloth lifting it slightly with every crest of the soothing cycle you had it in. The weight of it was something nice to set your mind to as your family chatted about plans of the future, and jokes about arranging your marriage. 

“And feather brain over there has only ever been on two dates… like ever. Isn’t that right? So until my husband is done with school mom… no more grand kids.” Your sister giggles and shrugs. 

‘Why did they always have to bring that up?’ you shifted. Like a civilized person—to keep the peace. Setting your foot down on something solid. Your brow furrows. 

The table leg should not be that close. You tap your foot around the mystery object, brow furrowing further as you feel it out. 

Until you gently stub your toe on something warm and slightly plush. Just enough for you to recognize it as a limb. 

Your blood runs cold. 

It clicks in your head. 

The table cloth…was not the table cloth, and nor was the table leg. Rather, it was Aaron Hotchner’s pant leg and, well, leg. You can feel the bright red heat of a blush rise up your neck and cheeks. 

Do you risk looking at him? What if he is glaring at you, or worse… What if he isn’t?

Instead you slowly pull your leg back to its irredeemably uncomfortable position, and try to pretend like you hadn’t been—accidentally—playing footsies with Aaron Hotchner, for at least the last 10 minutes

Opting out of conversation with your family, you keep focused on Bug. Also to hopefully convince Aaron you’d felt his leg up accidentally. You did! You knew that! But Aaron didn’t and hopefully he would decipher that through your obviously non-chalant disinterested behavior—who would be interested in a man like him anyway. Definitely not you. Totally not you. 

Bug saves the day with angrily smacking her hands on her little tray, pulling your attention far from the conversation at hand. You busy yourself with filling her tray to the brim with cheerios, noodles, and those baby bites that disappear to fast in your mouth. She flails her arms excitedly and digs in. 

Minutes have passed, your leg is cramped and feels like if you don’t move it’s never going to move again. Your thigh burns, your tail bone aches. 

Torture. 

That’s what this was. 

You have to move.  If you didn’t you might explode and surely—-surely now—he had moved right? No human being can go longer than—wait, how long had it been again?? Didn’t matter you’d watched everyone at the table shift at least once.

Carefully, you stretched out your leg, slowly lowering it onto the—manifested—empty spot on the floor. 

Tap.

No. 

He hadn’t moved. Why would he have moved? That would make sense. It would be normal. A conceivable, sensible, human action. Not something a lie-detecting, serial-killer-chasing, brick wall would do. 

How foolish of you…

You sighed in defeat and tried to shift away from him in the other direction. 

Tap.

You inhale dramatically. Then duck under the table, because, if that was his other leg…

The Atlantic was supposed to be nice this time of year. Maybe you’d befriend some puffins and abandon yourself on a deserted island where you clearly belonged now. After all, how would you ever show your face in public again after this?

Once was an accident. 

Twice was a coincidence. 

Three times… well, that was practically third base. Or at least an invitation for it. 

You risked a glance at him only to find him looking back at you with a wildly amused smug smirk and his brows raised. 

You were going to throw the pasta sauce he called ‘perfect’ right back in his perfect face. 

Instead, you scrunch your nose back and kick his shin. 

Hard.

It causes the table to thud and jump a little, which hides Aaron's hiss of pain, and deeply amuses Bug—who is sent into a fit of giggles. 

Bug slams her hands on her tray to mimic it, absolutely bubbling with laughter, and sends her little dollop of sauce all over your shirt and Bug.

“Fuck!” You hiss shooting to your feet. 

“Language!” Your mother gasps, as if the word had burned her. 

You roll your eyes only to find Aaron also on his feet.

“Oh Buggie!” Your sister sighs, moving to stand. 

“No, it’s fine, I'll do it. I have to change anyway.” You sigh too, picking up the little girl. 

“I’ll help, since it’s kind of my fault.” Aaron adds. 

You give him a look somewhere between ‘Yeah it is’ and ‘What the fuck’. He follows you inside anyway. 

“Let me help.” He murmurs with a grin. 

“Oh, now you want to help?” You huff back carrying the toddler up the stairs and by the sound of his footsteps he was coming too. 

“Was I not before?” 

You can feel his grin. 

“No! You weren’t!” 

“Is that why you were playing footsies with me?” He hides a laugh. 

Goddamn it. How were you going to stay mad when he did that so rarely.

“I was not playing footsies!” You gasp, and turn on your heel. You would’ve smacked him had you not been holding a child. 

Maybe you’d just employ the child to hit him instead.

”You just wouldn’t move your damn leg! I just wanted to get comfortable, but no! Your body is just as stubborn as your head!” You whisper yell. 

He just stares back at you with his stupid grin, and his stupid shiny eyes that everyone else always says you're crazy for saying he has. 

“Give her here,” He hums earnestly, “this isn’t my first rodeo remember?” 

You sigh—and glare—as you hand Bug to him. 

“Plus she loves me, remember?” He grins again. 

“Yeah, she’s the only one.” You grumble. “I’m going to grab her a new onesie.” 

Aaron nods and takes a cooing, giggling Bug to her nursery. 

You had spied a onesie in the back of your closet earlier that week, a stray one probably. Convenient too. You could change your shirt and get a onesie in one go. 

The door clicks shut behind you, and you tug your now stained shirt over your head trying not to mess up your hair too much. After all, you still had the rest of dinner. 

“Hey, do you know where the—“ Aaron’s voice filters through the opening door and you shriek.

It seems you aren’t the only one with a staring problem. 

You stand frozen staring at him, hugging your new shirt to your chest, as Aaron’s eyes slowly comb over your figure. Cataloguing and tagging…buffering.

“AARON!” You squeal, covering yourself while reaching for something to throw at him.

“Right! Right yea, Right! Sorry! Leaving! Closing the door!” He stammers, pulling the door shut. 

You tug the shirt on violently. Storming over to your closet to fetch the stray onesie, which you have to stick your entire arm into the closet to find. Flailing it around for a minute before your fingers recognize the familiar texture of the fabric.

“Aaron Hotchner!” You hiss as you join him in the nursery. 

“I didn’t know you—“ He starts.

“KNOCK!” 

“Yeah. Yeah. That’s a good point. I’m sorry.” He sighs in defeat.

He’s successfully wiped Bug clean and she kicks as you try to wiggle her little pants off. Then starts crying because you’re you, and not a 6’2 tall, dark, and handsome FBI agent. 

“Get over here.” You grumble to Aaron, 

“Traitor” you whisper to her before Aaron takes your spot. 

You make the widest berth around him you can while trying to keep it unnoticeable.  Bug babbles happily, making grabby hands at him. 

“You’re not a traitor, Bug.” Aaron coos at her, rubbing his nose against hers as he lifts her up. He hands you her messy pants. 

‘Yes yes, she is. And also stealing my ma—time. Time. Definitely time.‘ You think bitterly staring daggers at the toddler being swallowed by Aaron’s hands. 

“You just know what's good huh?” He continues. 

You wanted to be done with this, you were hungry. Though it was mostly because you wanted to escape the growing feelings of domestic bliss festering in your soul. Feelings that definitely didn’t arise from seeing Aaron caring so effortlessly for a little baby, that wasn’t even his (or yours). 

“No she doesn't, she's what…one?” You huff, “Her favorite food is meatloaf flavored pudding.” 

Aaron chuckles lightly, more of an amused breath. 

“You’re getting mad at a one year old sweetheart.” He smiles.

You purse your lips. 

Damn his voice.. 

Damn his stupid cute laugh. 

Damn him.

“You saw me naked, don't be ‘sweethearting’ me good sir, unless you want to send the wrong message. I wouldn’t be upset if…I don’t know… you didn’t walk in on me.” 

Aaron flushes. And you curse that for being cute too. 

“I said I was sorry.” He murmurs. 

“Can’t erase the fact you saw me in a bra.” You shoot back. 

You shove his chest, and he gives you a look. 

The patient one, where his face gets all soft and understanding. Meaningful. Serious in a gentle way. With his eyebrows all raised and his kissable lips pursed. 

His lips had also been a subject of your studies. What makes him purse, what makes them stretch into a smile. You’d memorized how he said every letter of the alphabet, and your greatest pleasure was just watching him talk. 

“I am sorry.” He whispers. 

Forgiven. 

He didn’t need to say it twice like that. You’d probably just faint. Hell, maybe you'd just take your shirt off again. 

You puff your cheeks out again and grumble. 

“Just… knock next time.” You murmur back. 

“Sweetheart, I need you to know I would never disrespect you like that. Never. Do you understand me?” He insists. 

“I know, Aaron.” You assure him, "You're a good man.” 

His gaze lingers for a second. Then he clears his throat. “I’ll let you finish changing her, I’ll clean up the wipes and stuff.” He hands you the scheming toddler. 

You tug her onesie on, then her little pants and she kicks her feet excitedly. Aaron tucks the last of the wipes into the trash.

“You’re so fucking cute.” You giggle at Bug. 

“Language.” Aaron tuts, you roll your eyes. 

“She can say like three things!”

“You’re about to make it four.” He states down at you but you can see the smile in his eyes. The seemingly absent grin on his face and you march right up to him. Scrunching your nose and glaring at him. 

“Ever get tired of being a professional buzzkill?” You grumble.

“Ever get tired of being a professional smartass?” 

The grin is still there. You can feel it. And despite yourself you lean a little forward. Aaron’s hazel eyes flick between yours and you suddenly wished you could read his mind. Aching to know what was going on inside his head. 

But you don’t expect his hand to come up. His finger tips tracing just above your brow, then curving around your ear lingering maybe too long or maybe time stopped you couldn’t tell. He pinches your chin and taps your jaw gently then lets his hand fall back to his side. 

You can’t help your lips from parting just slightly. The air is thicker. If you leaned in just a little maybe…

“Fuck!” Bug giggles. 

Aaron lets out a boisterous laugh, “I told you so!” 

You groan. 

“Oh perfect.” 

“Fuck!”  Bug shouts again.

[bri-jo-g]

So, I have this old sketchbook thats been haunting me, cuz I never finished it... so obviousy I decided to go turbo and try to finish it in like a week or sum.

The reason why I abandoned the sketchbook? Its too nice. Majority of my traditional drawings are doodles and quick comics or character designs. Concepts, really. But drawing those in this super huge nice sketchbook made me feel guilty. So now I'm finishing it with full-page artworks on every page XD I was desperate for Ideas soooo.... FANART TIME!!!

I made fanart for every comic that I currently am into/ actively read every update. (Pt. 1, not all of them could fit into one post. Here's pt. 2)

Yes, majority of these are undertale aus on tumblr. You are what you eat, ig. Credits and notes under the cut!!

1st— The Missing Scarf by @seirindono

Striked the whole idea while I was rewatching a comic dub. Thought itd be fun to draw these two, since they make for a pretty good pair?

2nd— WeirdTale: the Destruction of Undertale by @adamslayz4evr

Ok is this cheating? Adam (the creator) is my brother, and he was sittng next to me the whole time asking me to make a drawing for him (i was going to regardless). Theres ink sans here and scootaloo loves sans Xd

3rd— Broccoli Soup! by @somesecretpie

One of my favorite comics to date. Im gonna be honest, i just really wanted to draw broggy in that dapper suit. And cant forget lady doris's definitely-not-threatening grin!

4th— Gaster's Return by @gastersreturn

Frisk is unrelated, i just wanted to draw their silly face. Aside from that, i really really like the recent episode with the wrong number call, so i drew it.

5th— Butt Pie's Origins by @badatundertale

I think by far the most underrated comic in here. Idk, i just came up with some little scenario where grillby tries out the butt pie XD. I dont ACTUALLY think chara would go straight through him like that just to piss sans off, I just thought itd be funny

6th— Handplates by @zarla-s

Damn good comic. I wanted to draw happy little skeles while also showing the dark side of he story, so i came up with this 🥲

7th— Slumbertale by @rainingskeletons

I really wanted to draw Sans’s nannycam lol so i drew these two cuties together. So. Cute. (Didn't mean to give papyrus a deathgrip on frisk's head lol oops... papyrus please they are not a basketball 😭)

8th— Twin Runes by @akanemnon

Finally, I didn't have to come up with my own composition because akane has a DTIYS rn! I think this was my first time ever drawing deltarune characters? Very fun. Im glad i got to draw the dtiys. I always tell myself i will but then never do.

9th— X-tale by @xtaleunderverse

With all the plushie stuff coming out recently, I thought itd be kind of fun and silly to draw a promo XD. Dont mess with chara!! Do as they say!!

10th— Beyond Thimblepine Forest by @countwoofenstein

I thought of the idea that Manny gets unintelligible when riled up about a story, thought itd be funny to have the giant be able to decipher it. He gives very gentle vibes 😊

[sleepyvib-es]

#also ngl it really baffles me how this is how rick wrote hazel during one of her big character moments but then chose to end her arc #by making her praetor. like is that the best ending you could come up with for my girl? #its not that she isnt strong or capable of being a leader. bc she is. its just that we’ve seen characters get this promotion already #if ur gonna have a character say that they'll make their own path and have one of their major themes be about this #ex: she chose to sacrifice herself instead of giving gaea what she wanted. she chose to share punishment with her mom instead of #taking her rightful place in elysium. she always finds her own way. shes not bound by other’s expectations of her #that is so uniquely hazel. #and yet.. she ends the series by becoming praetor? i'm not convinced that this ending fits her character at all. (og tags)

#prev tags literally hazel being praetor is so nothingburger to me #it really just feels like she got promoted as a +1 for frank #it could've been interesting given that she has her spatha and her thoughts on leadership in hoh...but the delivery sucked #anyway shoutout to hazel for bringing back the “if my life is going to mean anything i have to live it myself” she's so real (tags by @ruegarding)

#this line is so raw it really is unfortunate that its a bit of a nothingburger #i think. when characters talking about making their own paths etc there needs to be narrative and character consequences/effects for it #especially when they deviate from the choices set before tem #like percy refusing to let the gp fall onto nico #also as mentioned in op’s tags: hazel’s decision to save her mom in the underworld #so other than already hollowly rehashing smth that has already happened to hazel’s character #this doesnt really do anything for hazel’s character—even less so for the narrative because like #we know shes gonna save her friends #the stakes dont feel real enough #tbh its the reason hazel’s entire hecate mentee arc in hoh is so. nothing to me #as far as i can see it doesnt tie into her character nor reveal some new facet of it #its there simply because it is (tags by @//bvckbiter)

I wholeheartedly agree with both of these tags on my post! To make matters worse, Hazel became praetor because Reyna retired her position. It's not something that hazel decided on her own to strive towards. Never once in hoo, where she was a main character, did she have this particular goal in mind for herself.

I'm sorry to pull a rick here and get info from the fandom wiki but this is how they describe it:

"A few days later during a senate meeting, she is chosen to replace Reyna as praetor after she resigns from the legion to join the Hunters of Artemis (which Frank Zhang disapproved of), she accepts."

and this is the scene from the books:

It's like the both of you said. This all fails to follow the themes established for her character in HOH and fails to complete her arc in a satisfying way. This position was just given to her (as everyone recognizes she was the best choice for it). It is not something that prior to this series, she expressed she wanted. It’s not that I don't think hazel deserves to be praetor. It’s that the story fails to establish why this is right for her.

Also, as said by ruegarding, it makes it seem like she was made praetor just to be a +1 for frank. Rick wanted to make them New Rome's power couple, which I guess is a callback to what reyna told percy in SON about praetors usually dating each other? Either way, she was given literally the most conventional ending, which doesn't feel natural for her character at all.

in any case I found this in son when percy asked reyna to consider choosing frank or hazel for praetor:

"Hazel and Frank will be heroes. You could ask one of them ��’ ‘Please,’ Reyna said. ‘No one will follow a child of Pluto. There’s something about that girl … rumours about where she came from No, she won’t do."

I guess rr tried to give us a full circle moment with reyna approving hazel's promotion after the events of hoo and toa demonstrated her capabilities + the legion members wanting hazel as their leader but the delivery just wasn't it lmao. What does hazel herself want is my question

“I'm not choosing one of your paths. I'm making my own” is one of the rawest lines in the riordanverse and it was said by Hazel Levesque to a goddess, btw.

[candycornfieldcookie]

u/smokyeye

AITA for attempting to dethrone a seemingly incompetent ruler?

This... requires some backstory. I was (and for the time being, still am) in a high-ranking position of power next to the Queen of our kingdom. For legal/safety reasons I'll keep details vague, but long story short our kingdom took a massive hit from the DF War. It's still struggling to recover while other places with less heavy losses have managed to bounce back. So, you'd think, now that a certain someone has returned to cause even more problems, the number one priority should be restoring our home back to how it was and protecting it. And that's sort of what our Queen did? But not really.

Again, keeping it vague, but she essentially placed the kingdom and everyone in it in stasis - indefinitely. To preserve, yes, but as far as I'm aware she intended on keeping it like this for good. Which - I don't need to elaborate on how existentially terrifying that is, but she kept this fact a secret from the entire population (save for me and two others she trusts with that information).

I understand her hesitance to let go of what was lost. Sure. But there is so much still at stake - and it wasn't like there was no other option but to keep us stuck there, stagnating in some illusion of grandeur. I was constantly presenting my own ideas - as patiently as I was able - of how to expand our kingdom's defences etc., and she might entertain one for every five she shot down. Eventually one has to say enough is enough!

But I maybe went a little too far with how to deal with her.

Food for thought: how do you deal with someone in charge who shouldn't be? Especially when everyone else seems to worship the very ground she walks on? One might answer - by taking the source of their power. Whatever it is, that's the first and crucial step to deconstructing their regime. I think this is a sensible enough line of logic. And, yes, maybe not everyone agreed with my methods, even the handful that did agree our Queen needed dealing with (I did try to recruit a close friend to my cause under the impression she shared my view, which... was a mistake).

Anyway, now I've had a lot of time alone to think, and I'm coming to the realisation that when I'm given the amount of power the Queen has, and left to my own devices... I flip out a little. Which is MAYBE an indication I went about this the wrong way.

So I ask you, whoever you are - looking at this with fresh eyes - AITA?

u/politicsisariver

NTA! Sometimes monarchs are just sitting there and begging to be dethroned. I would know. ...I'm wondering, we seem like we could be a formidable foe with combined forces, would you be interested in giving your takeover another go?

u/smokyeye

You voluntarily worked for Dark Enchantress. No chance and also kys

u/chillychili

nta, eat the rich!! bet ur queen doesn't give a shit abt the working classes either

u/smokyeye

Um. Our kingdom doesn't really have a concept of poverty, or a "working class"? Even the poorest one here is essentially set for life

u/chillychili

wait w. what. can i move there

u/rizzmarella

LMAOOOO YOU REALLY THOUGHT I WOULDN'T FIND THIS

not gonna dox myself or OP (yet) but im the "friend he told" that was a "mistake". you neglected to mention you tried to storm the kingdom w a monster army, i think that's a little more than "going a bit too far"

u/smokyeye

it wasn't relevant

u/rizzmarella

no longer typing like a pretentious dickbag? wow i must've really upset you. kinda like you did by dragging me into ur conspiracy ^_^

u/smokyeye

YOU GOT INVOLVED AGAINST MY WILL

u/thegreatdestroyer

ESH i dont care but is your queen single??

u/smokyeye

Who the FUCK are you

u/blapphire

🎙I heard OP once had a fling w his queen but she ditched him for her door guard and this whole thing is some jealous revenge scheme he cooked up

u/smokyeye

CAN YOU NOT MAKE SHIT UP ABOUT ME??? PLEASE???

u/blapphire

it's literally my only character trait so no can do

[emobirthdaycake]

IM GETTING ON MY ASSET/DREAMER SOAP BOX BC YALL DONT FW THEM LIKE I DO!! (/J all jokes!)

Okay let's start with the really obvious part.

Dreamer wants to be needed.

Not wanted, not to belong, to be NECESSARY.

They're a magic born latent, meaning their family was empowered and they grew up not only knowing about magic, but constantly being around it without having any of their own.

The whole reason they sought out Marcus and his... Less than safe methods was because they KNEW they had magic but couldn't access it. Or at least, they had convinced themselves that because their family was empowered, they had to be too, just a latent. (How else would they know so much about magic n such?)

We learn through the flashbacks that Asset is a big sci-fi fan, which is why Marcus chose the dreamscape he did.

There's a lot of robots in sci-fi media, however I'm not a sci-fi nerd so this parts a little blurry for me as I don't have my sci-fi nerd dad here to give me examples so feel free to add any examples for this part.

(from what I know) Most robots in media (TV shows, movies, etc) are referred to by one of two things. Their model number/what they are or a name.

Examples:

R2D2 & C3PO - Star Wars

Connor, Kara, Marcus, etc - Detroit: Become Human

The Daleks - Dr. Who

RK900 - Detroit: Become Human (technically)

G.I. Robot - Creature Commandos

All these robots have names or models that people refer to them as, which is why when I watched Project Meridian the name "Asset" stuck out to me so much. I would've expected a model or some sort of name that aligned with Asset's purpose.

But then you look at the definitions of the word asset. (There are multiple definitions of course)

Asset - a useful or valuable thing, person, or quality.

Dreamer grew up in a world where they were the odd man out. Sure, there are far more unempowered people than empowered people, but THEY were born into a family that HAS magic.

They're a house cat in a family of lions. They aren't special. They can't do anything extraordinary like their family can. I imagine that once their parents realized they didn't have magic(/were most likely latent) they tried even harder to include them and make them feel welcome in the family. But when you and your empowered sister get jumped by a desperate, powerful vampire alone in the woods, it makes you wish you could've blasted him with fire or crushed him with a giant piece of Earth.

Especially when your EMPOWERED sibling is the one who's incapacitated and not you. The one without magic.

Dream NEEDS to feel like they matter. So what does their brain do? Makes them the center of the story. THEY'RE ETS' last hope. THEY were made to fix/save the Meridian. THEY overcome an abusive relationship with someone in power. THEY are the center of Project Meridian. Everyone in the facility is there so THEY can fix everything. And they WILL fix everything.

Being the center wasn't enough, which is why they added the storyline of Marcus's affection. Not only did they need to feel wanted/needed by someone so desperately that they'd break rules and risk the world ending just for them, they needed to become a MARTYR. They martyred themselves in their own mind in an attempt to not only progress the story, but to compensate for a life of being normal.

And we don't even know the full extent of Assets personality and childhood. This could be the extent of it; quiet desperation to be needed, or, it could be deeper than that. Possessiveness, neediness, lashing out for attention.

We already know they're outwardly anxious, but the way they speak to Corvus also reveals that they may be stubborn at the very least (the no! Yes! No! Yes! Back and forth with Corvus).

I think Assets social awkwardness steams from their reservations and experience moreso than fear. Where Lasko fills the silence but fears saying something upsetting, Asset wants people to perceive them a specific way. They're scared that people won't find them palatable. Won't think they're anything special.

They need people to want their presence.

This brings us full circle.

Why name yourself "ASSET" (minus Marcus calling them "Love") instead of "ANDROID" or a model number? Or even give yourself a cute nickname! Dreamer had MANY options but CHOSE a word that gave them VALUE. Naming themselves "SOMETHING WITH VALUE" and putting themselves in the center of the story gives them value they don't have in the waking world.

BUT!

Being pulled from the dream and knowing they made it all up breaks the illusion. Now they're in the real world again with people that can think whatever they want about them. People who can dismiss them, belittle them, make them feel worthless.

Dreamer is clawing at the unraveling threads of not only their memories, but their perception of themselves. Everything around them is falling apart and so they do the only thing they can think of, the only thing they've EVER wanted to do. They throw themselves head first into studies. Because if they study and master their magic, then people will care. They can even win AWARDS. Being an award winner gives them value. Having MAGIC gives them value.

Dreamer needs value, but no one ever bothered to teach them how to be valuable without being empowered when they know about the empowered world.

I'm very excited to explore Dreamer further because they have the opportunity to be an extremely deep and complex character, as a magic born latent isn't a perspective we've explored AT ALL! Speaker or otherwise.

Dreamer has clearly been through a lot and needs help and direction. Hopefully they'll find that at MAAM.

(also I know I probably kind of just went in circles but I would like to make everyone aware that PM was the first full storyline I got into and I've been locked in since day one. There's also a lot of ties to robots and feelings of alienation but I didn't wanna dive head first into "DREAMER IS AUTISTIC TOO" territory since they're a listener and not every redacted fan is neurodivergent.)

Tag - @l0st-dream3r

[wolfertinger]

Honestly i dont see how the indigenous dog oc doesnt wake people up on how exactly salem treats representation that isn't directly his. hes tends to morph every character to either appeal to himself or represent himself, which isn't really bad on the surface. Is it pretty shallow black rep? yeah, but thats not really a sin or anything if he truely just enjoys drawing a very narrow range of black traits that match his, like the he tends to default to the same hairstyle. Same with his shallow exploration of gender representation basically always looping back to what has the most relevance to himself. But hes also more explorative with black cultural rep- giving characters like hitch's mom some more traditional african styled clothing and other smaller bits that at least tell you his attempts go a little deeper than just hairstyles but then when it comes to "i really want to represent X" thats not directly related to the black cultures hes more familiar with, its incredibly shallow and surface level. his mixed asian character is practically only asian in name, and took ages to even try to stylize her features ("how can i asian code a cat non racistly" lol) has never been drawn any traditional wear or engaging with the non-white half of her culture in any shape or form, not even something fairly easy to do like a lunar new year or even just having a small decorative charm akin to the waist beads some of his black characters have gotten. Then you have revvy/andi/'kung-fu san''s anime stylization, which is a whole nother can of worms and then the native dog oc... No mention of tribe, just 'ndn'- not even outright calling her indigenous. talked about making her for ages, took months to finally post her, and apparently in that time did not once figure out that making her a wolfdog would be extremely loaded if not outright on par with caricature- never mind that the sharp-toothed grin makes her one of the more aggressive looking characters from the outset, or the glaring questionably of making an indigenous character not only a dog, but a wolf-dog mix. Especially given that shes apparent one of pibb's two partners, the other being apparently a femme rabbit (oh the meek prey animal is going to be the soft and femme girl? Pibb the white dog is also fem and had bottom surgery? and the indigenous dog is a butch tgirl probably without surgery because thats what it always is? like how is this the best tumblr furries can do for representation.) Just not forethought or depth to these things he wants to 'represent so badly' just designs he can say 'yep theyre X' on and get bonus points for, without having to think about it at all. In many cases I wouldn't really care much about artists being a little shallow about it, but salem wants all the clout of have rare and deep representation without ever having to actually put effort into it. He wants nametags to be treated like well researched and thoughtful designs and designs to be treated like complex, humanized characters with stories instead of static pictures with essays about how rare the representation is written under them. its unironically on par with jkr calling dumbledore gay represenation back in the 2000s

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[borderlinereminders]

not sure if this is something you have advice on, but do you have tips on recognizing when something is your big emotions from bpd vs an actual, real problem? i

ve run into this several times, and usually end up turning myself into a doormat and letting myself get abused because im worried that im the one being unreasonable and that im only upset because of my bpd.

in the most recent example, i tried multiple times to explain how i was feeling, and the other party kept telling me it was just my bpd and i was splitting (i really dont think i was).

ive since stopped associating with those people and i feel amazing now, but i cant stop worrying about meeting new people, because what if they do that too?

Hi anon,

This can be such a real struggle, and I think so many of us with BPD have been there. First, I want to say that even if your emotions are “big” BPD emotions, they are still real and valid. Feeling something intensely does not automatically make you wrong.

What I see a lot (and what you experienced) is that some people use “it’s just your BPD” as a way to dismiss our emotions instead of engaging with them. And often it's how they avoid taking accountability. That’s not fair, and honestly, it’s not friendship. A real friend will listen, set boundaries if they need to, and engage with you like a human being and not reduce you to a diagnosis. (I am so proud of you for getting away from them.)

Here are a few things to note for the future when you're trying to 'check your feelings' with new connections. Because while it's very possible they do that too, I think you can be on the lookout for the behaviour early on by understanding that even if your feelings were because of your BPD, they still should respond to you in a healthy way. The right people will work with you, even if they don't 'get' your feelings.

Check your communication, not your right to feel. Even if your feelings are amplified by BPD, they’re still yours and still valid to share. Focus on expressing them in ways that are healthy and using “I feel…” statements, explaining without blaming, and asking for clarity instead of assuming the worst. Also, I'd like to clarify that even IF you communicate poorly, the healthy response from others would be to set boundaries respectfully and not dismiss your feelings or reduce you to your diagnosis.

Try and step outside of the situation Sometimes I ask myself: If someone else told me this story, would I think they were being mistreated? If the answer is yes, that's definitely a red flag.

Big feelings does not mean automatic fault. Even if your BPD makes you feel things more intensely, that doesn’t give others the right to mistreat you or dismiss you. Intense feelings are still feelings.

Notice how people respond to your honesty. Friends who say “it’s just your BPD” to shut you down are showing they’re not safe for vulnerability. Friends who care will validate your feelings, even if they also need space or have boundaries.

The fact that you left that environment and feel amazing now tells me a lot. Your gut knew something wasn’t right. Trusting yourself is hard with BPD, but leaving a space that was invalidating and abusive is a huge act of self-trust.

Meeting new people can be scary after that kind of hurt, but healthy connections will never make you feel like you have to erase your feelings to be loved.

[kiththecat]

spoilers for chapter 21 of a jester walks into an amusement park in case someone hasn't gotten round to it yet

sooooo i dont wanna be the writer who shows up and explains parts of my fic that might be confusing buuuuut i also dont have a beta or anything to tell me if things make sense from a fresh perspective and i exist in everyone's heads. so something that'll be totally clear to me might be subtext at best in the story.

also, i like sharing my thought processes and intentions so here goes.

i’ve had a few comments that sounded confused about why minute left branzy so im just gonna cover that real quick because i don't think it’ll ever be too clear in the main fic. we are in branzy’s head and branzy is unreliable as shit and the narration reflects that. ‘what the fuck is even going on’ is his constant state so it’s yours too.

ill just skip over minute and co’s plan because there’s still a chance i’ll cover that in fic, so im just gonna yap a bit about minute’s perspective yay everyone say yay

so let’s just step out of branzy’s head for a second and reacquaint ourselves with how your average person perceives him. he's the eccentric, outgoing, face of an amusement park. which means he might appear in advertisements, or be seen around a popular destination pretty commonly. he’s not famous, but he’s recognisable and he’s left an impression as someone charming and competent.

with that in mind, lets get into minute’s head. he has the same ideas about branzy, combined with his observations from their first meeting; branzy is good with words, sweet, but clearly stuck under clown’s thumb. but to minute, branzy’s not the focus of any of their interactions. clown is. and minute hates clown. because clown and minute have a complicated history where i imagine that clown probably was a bit of a jackass — i’m saying this loosely because i haven’t thought that much about their fallout in this universe but i like the thought of minute being right to hate him. another thing i want to mention about branzy is that seeing someone losing touch with reality to the degree branzy does has got to be alarming. i imagine it’d feel kind of gross to kidnap someone like that from the hospital — even if minute is fine endangering a ton of faceless patients by turning off the power.

he knows branzy. he’s trying to use branzy.

and maybe minute would be fine with those two things if he wasn’t also empathizing with him. he knows what its like to be hurt by clown, so he sees those patterns. i think a part of him really wants to help branzy — although that part is much smaller than the one that wants revenge on clown.

anyway so let's go back to the scene in the hospital.

minute is fighting rek, thinking of it as nothing more than a small hurdle. then branzy starts talking to himself. then branzy starts shooting the ground. then branzy shoots rek. and minute continues the plan and takes branzy underground where it'll be easy to disappear as soon as the tracker is gone.

but then branzy calls him clown. and even if it’s clear that branzy is so so out of it, that still hits home. but the mission, he might think, on one hand. on the other, he might think, but the mission didn’t account for this psychological mess. whatever, he removes the tracker that branzy clearly didn’t know about because clown is an asshole. he makes a snide comment about how much branzy should hate clown. branzy says he wants to hate clown. and that changes things. it means that branzy understands the harm clown has caused him, even if he’ll defend it. but to minute, that understanding might just mean that branzy can still be swayed without force. the branzy in front of him is sick and hurting —probably having some kind of episode — and the window of time is closing.

and i don't know. its up to interpretation for sure. but i think minute figures that clown has doomed himself here. so he opens the door for an ally-ship, and from his perspective, ending the kidnapping attempt probably feels like throwing branzy to the wolves. but the more hurt branzy is by clown, the more likely he might be to switch sides. or something.

TLDR, minute, under time pressure, freaked out by branzy being Like That, figures that branzy might be more of an asset if he stays with clown, for a bit.

[calmcoldevening]

You dont have to righte this if its too depressing, but im struggling to come to terms with the fact my dad is on end of life care... could I get Tommy, rz Mikey, Brahms, Vincent sinclair and Lester sinclair (separately) comforting reader who is strugging with that please?

I'm sorry for long waiting, luv. How are you? Hope you feel a little better now. Hugs 🫂💜

Thomas Hewitt

Thomas doesn't know how to comfort you, but he knows what it's like to feel pain inside, and he won't leave you alone with that feeling. Thomas will take you to your room with him, lock the door, and wrap his arms around you tightly. He doesn't want anyone to distract you at this moment. It's just you, him, and the pain. He will sit on the bed with you in his lap, holding you close, allowing you to rest your face on his shoulder. He's still a little sweaty and dirty from work, but you can also smell the comforting, warm scent of his skin. Cry, let yourself release your emotions. Thomas won't judge you. He'll just hold you tightly and stroke your back or hair, occasionally murmuring words of encouragement. He won't let go until you feel a little better. Then he'll cover you with a blanket and bring you a warm cup of tea, allowing you to drift off into a peaceful sleep.

Michael Myers

Michael can't talk, but if actions speak louder than any words. At first, he'll just stand in the doorway, assessing your condition. He knows what it's like to lose a family, he lost his mom and Boo. Michael will bring you something to remind you of your father. For example, a photo or a stuffed toy from childhood. He will take this thing and rock it in his arms like a baby. As if to say, "People are leaving, but you can keep warm memories of them. This is love. As long as you remember, your loved one lives on in your memories." He will tuck you into bed and lie beside you like a big teddy bear, a keepsake between you. Michael will be there until you are calm and peacefully asleep in his arms, protected.

Brahms Heelshire

Brahms really doesn't know what to do in this situation, he's used to being the child. But your sorrow and tears really bother him. Brahms will try to help you with all his might. He will make you some sandwiches (they are quite uneven, but it doesn't affect the taste!) and warm milk with honey to help you calm down. He will put you in one of his comfortable chairs, cover you with a blanket, and give you this wonderful drink. When children cry, parents comfort them with warmth and a soft voice, right? He'll sit at your feet, wrapping his arms around them, and read a story aloud. His voice is soft and soothing. If you start crying, he'll put down the book, hold you close, and rock you like a baby until you feel better. He won't leave your side.

Vincent Sinclair

He finds you on the couch. His presence is heavy, but not intimidating. Vincent sits down next to you, his big hand finding yours and slowly stroking your knuckles. He doesn't push, but his presence is calming. Vincent pulls you onto his lap and starts rocking you like a baby. He listens to your broken cries, soft sighs, and occasional words, but he doesn't judge. Instead, he's happy that you're the only one in this family who shows emotions. Vincent takes your hand and places it on his chest, his heartbeat calm and almost gentle, providing a soothing sensation. He rests his forehead against your temple, his chest rising and falling under your touch, as if to say, "Breathe with me." And you obey his small request, trying to calm your remaining thoughts and find peace. He won't let go of you, and he will always be there for you, no matter how bad things get. You can always talk to him, and Vincent won't judge you. Never.

Lester Sinclair

Lester is quite childish, so the concept of death is not entirely clear to him. He knows that it means that your loved one is somewhere far away and will not come to you anymore. He sees it as a long journey. Lester enters your room with Jonesy, and the dog jumps on you, licking your cheeks, while Lester sits next to you with a sad smile. His hand rests on your shoulder in an innocent yet awkward gesture, and he puts his cap on you with the other hand. "You know... I felt bad too when my mom left. I still miss her. But now I have you. And you have me. We'll get through this together." He smiles brighter and pulls you closer, resting your head on his shoulder. His strokes are soft and comforting, and your sobs gradually subside.

[formlessfool]

Okay

It's been a year since I decided to read Assassin's Apprentice and half a year since I've read Fool’s Fate but. I still. Cannot. Stop. Fucking. Crying. STILL. I haven't even started the last trilogy yet, because I'm SO FUCKING SCARED because those books killed me already and I KNOW it's going to be even worse experience and IM REALLY FUCKING AFRAID even though I want to very much while I hadn't spoiled everything to myself

But this whole fucking time since I read the last page of Fool’s Fate (and after an absolute crashout that followed for the next few days when I couldn't controle my hysterics at all) I think about it every now and then and start uncontrollably sobbing I cannot count how many times I wept right during my work because of this and how many nights I spent crying into my pillow

Even worse that there's no one else I could share my pain with, I mean my friends did support me with my obsession, but they refuse to read it themselves and cannot fully fathom the levels of that hurt

Idk I read a lot of books, a lot were sad, but for me personally nothing had been this devastating

I fucking hate and love and hate this story AND I HAVEN'T EVEN FINISHED but I'm sure it will rip me into pieces at the end and I'm not feeling ready

I've been to so many fandoms already for years and years, but this one, for some reasons I dont even know, hurt worse than anything else

There's been only one thing that helped me somehow get through this and it's that amazing fic Of Cats and Closed Doors BUT IT ALSO MADE ME CRY A THOUSAND FUCKING TIMES but still mended some scars, I keep just rereading it over and over because it makes me feel a little lighter, but that pain inside is not going anywhere no matter what I do, I'm trying to find something new but every time I just feel that "It's not THEM. No one will ever be like THEM" and I just can't let it go

Anyway, thanks for reading my TedTalk

[flightyalrighty]

jeez i know people probably dont mean it this way but sometimes it really seems like people have no faith in you as a writer

if its gotten old for me who is just a bystander i assume you might almost ☝️ be peeved by the nitpicky q's lol

cant wait to see what you have in store for us! scared for my life about it! in an excited way! but also in a dreadful way!

yeah idk what that's about but hey, hope y'all like the story once it's all said and done

happy to scare :)

[geminiskulleta]

Thanks for the tag Bea!!

First game you’ve played: Disney Princess magical jewels for the DS (and the peppa pig game for the DS) But the first game that I played and completed by myself was Twilight Princess on the Wii.

favourite game: Majoras Mask. Not only is it my favourite game of all time but it’s my favourite piece of media ever. I LOVE majoras mask.

game you’ve played multiple times: … Majoras mask. Also Ocarina of time and Breath of the Wild (I like Zelda ok)

game with favourite ending: Minecraft lol. Idk if the ending poem after you defeat the ender dragon counts but that’s my answer. For about 5 years I was convinced that I’d get a tattoo that says “And the universe said I love you”

game with worst ending: The last of us 2. Don’t get me wrong, I LOVE Tlou but bro I was fucking depressed after that ending for about a week. (I’m still recovering from Joel)

favourite game relationship: John Marston and Abigail. I love them sm. I also love the platonic relationship between John and Bonnie.

games you like watching others play/ want to play: RDR 2. I’m dying to play this game and see what all the hype for Arthur Morgan is about (also avoiding spoilers as best I can)

games you like watching others play but you DONT want to play: I love watching speedruns of games like Mario 64 or people playing really hard Mario maker levels but I know I’ll never have the skill (or free time) to pull that shit off. I’m fine just watching lol

online/multiplayer or solo?: It’s really hard because I love both but if I HAD to choose, I’d pick solo. I love story games too much to give them up.

Tags (no pressure)

@isasan347 @hotcheetohatredwastaken

So I saw this tag game that looked fun, but OP @/rainofaugustsith turned reblogs/replies off, probably cause it was a really old (2020) post.

So I decided to remake it with some of the easier questions in a new post so people could play. I'll start:

First game you ever played: Super Mario Bros on NES

Favorite game: Currently a PC game called Oxygen not Included. I have well over 2,000 hours in-game

Game you've played multiple times: Dragon Quest Builders 2. I've played through it like 3 or 4 times now.

Game with favorite ending: Skyward Sword. Having Zelda and Link reunite at the end after so many times of being so close, and just missing her

Game with worst ending: Tears of the Kingdom. I actually really dislike that everything that's happened to Link and Zelda is undone with NO lasting consequences. Like, Zelda is completely normal after undoing the (unreversable) dragonification, and lost-his-arm Link gets his arm back, despite it having been destroyed and replaced by the Zonai one.

Favorite game relationship(s): Skyward Sword Zelink, and DQB2 Malroth/Builder (female)

A game you like watching others play and want to play: Any of the older Zelda games, I'm slowly working my way through them, but there's still a lot I dont have. Also Cadence of Hyrule looks really fun, despite it not being popular cause its a spin-off

A game you like watching others play, but DON'T want to play: Rimworld. I really like watching this one YTber play it, but tried it myself and it is way too complicated for me. He makes it look so effortless and fun though

Online/Multiplayer or Solo: Generally solo, as I don't have many friends I can play online games with, and I find playing with strangers way too stressful. Friends are fine though

Tagging: @skyloftian-nutcase @skyward-floored @sprite-and-the-bunnydragons and anyone else is welcome to play too!

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Please acknowledge Bleakwatch Chronicles, Tinker Bell and the Lost City. I understand that BW chronicles may not have as much fans and are turned off by the art style. Also the author never posted (Zack Loran Clark) much promo for the book unlike Allison, nor mentioned anything about DF on his IG page. It is intended for a younger audience. However, I am much more excited for this book as it pertains to the movie universe. So please, just clap if you believe if you will.

As this is the first book to come out since 2017 that is labeled as "Disney Fairies" and the second spinoff- like this is important. You don't have to buy the book or give it the free promotion, but acknowledge the existence of it at least. WoS is not labeled as DF, if it matters.

Here are some of the reasons why I am more excited for Bleakwatch Chronicles than I am for Wings of Starlight by Allison Saft (Clarion x Milori YA Novel):

It's a post canon story implied to take reference to the cancelled Tinker Academy movie where TB goes to study at the Tinker Academy on the mainland. The art seems like they took references especially when directly compared to the concept art. WoS is a backstory.

It releases first, BWC releases in November 2024 and WoS releases in Feb.

It seems like more of original concept to me, literally because of the new concepts like the Flutterpunks and the implied secret cities of the Bleakwatch and Clockwork Capital.

New characters like Quin and Ozwald will be joining TB on this journey.

It expands on a old concept, and tweaks it in a way that makes more sense. IMO, an idea like a Tinker Academy seems to hold less weight because before the events of Tinker Bell fairies couldn't go to the mainland to spread nature, and it's implied they always stay. It is also implied in GFR that Tinker fairies don't typically go to the mainland even if TB's inventions help them in the intensive summer season (the song implies that's why she's there- it's implied in the first movie she goes there whenever she has a job) Vidia is dismayed by this and says "this is why Tinker fairies don't go to the mainland" whilst TB is checking out the car. In a deleted storyboard for Tinker Academy it is implied that it is a prestigious academy that FM gets into before the events of Tinker Bell, yet to me the idea of underground London tinkers makes more sense to me than the academy. Think about it, it's implied that TB and FM are some of the most brilliant Tinkers in pixie hollow and yet the Tinker population is small. (only Clank and Bobble greet her and we see no one in green outfits) Why do you think that is? I personally like the idea of rogue Tinkers who would scavenge on the mainland for parts and self-exile themselves from Pixie Hollow. It explains why FM calls the lost things junk, if the difference in mindset between the mainland tinkers and the pixie hollow tinkers was that the mainland Tinkers are considered "scraps" (get it) while the PH tinkers are considered more put together and community driven. It makes sense that TB being a brilliant Tinker that outshines even Vidia gets such an audience if brilliant Tinkers do not normally last in PH because they are seen as too curious and ambitious, opting to start their own community of outcast Tinkers in the mainland. Vidia's talent switch in The Pirate Fairy also implies that Tinkers have the gift of thought, and literally think differently (regardless of personality) then their non-tinker peers because it's their talent. There is much potential for this storyline as it adds more nuance to the Tinker Bell movie and the dynamic between the nature and non nature talents, something I think it would benefit from. It makes a lot of sense if the edgier steampunk designs came from a secret Tinker counterculture and not a secret academy imo.

The implication of this book suggest revitalizing the Disney Fairies franchise, possibly not just as a "brand". Not sure what that could mean but it's interesting

IMO, Wings of Starlight has more of a "booktok" vibe I'm getting from it. I'm not just saying that because it's YA, but given the (beautiful) cover design it feels more targeted for what Disney thinks grown fans of Disney Fairies might like based on whatever market research was done (and you know it was). WoS has been receiving better marketing and there are people out here that don't even know two books exist. I'm not saying the book looks lazy, slapped together, or unoriginal- or it will just be corporate and bland, I mean I'm a Disney Fairies fan I don't believe that everything is corporate greed lol and like to see creativity in the "unexpected". But I hope that future Disney Fairies books won't just be going for what is "trendy" to reel people in and instead invest in creative storytelling *in general*, in other words I hope they keep concepts and genres broad and inclusive enough so we have the potential for more creative stories. Not just expanded stories on specific characters and stories like the Twisted Tales series, or sticking to specific genres for this specific niche audience in a way that feels too specific. I feel like there has to be some sort of balance struck, or DF may be a little stuck for a while and may still have "missed potential".

On expanded stories, like I said, Disney has done a lot of that and there is an audience for that. However, I prefer the idea of post canon more than a backstory or expansion. From what I know, we know some details of the Milarion backstory and it will be adding more layers and expanding on the dynamics of the existing characters, where the new book seems to be more lore driven in focus.

I don't like Secret of the Wings that much in terms of lore as a lore fanatic. I feel like this book could also retcon other things when possibly trying to explain things that make sense in SOTW. If BWC is good, I can imagine myself thinking about it more after it releases but I can just imagine myself thinking more of how I felt and my emotional reaction after WoS with fading interest afterward, it just sort of feels like the book could resonate with me more y'know? and I got a pretty good gut feeling for that sort of thing.

Underdog bias, just acknowledge it's existence. Do that with the NG graphic novels from 2022, heck the whole Never Girls series. Do that with the whole DF franchise if you are new here somehow. That's it, that's the post.

The mystery. What is the mysterious pocketwatch and who's on the cover?

Copy and pasted plot summary- Tinker Bell loves nothing more than solving a problem. For her, red buttons demand to be pushed, treasure maps need to be followed, and lost things ought to be found. So when a strange fairy crash lands in Pixie Hollow and leaves Tinker Bell two clues to find a mysterious necklace on the Mainland, she really doesn’t have a choice but to help. However, her journey takes an unexpected turn when she discovers a hidden city of fairies living below the streets of London.

In this city called Bleakwatch, she’ll meet the Flutterpunks, the most infamous band of trinket scavengers around. Helping her may just give them their biggest score yet. But when the Flutterpunks’ plan goes haywire, they’ll be forced to choose between a big payday or saving their new friend.

When their adventure takes them inside the glittering Clockwork Capital, Tinker Bell and the Flutterpunks will uncover a villainous secret that threatens all the fairies in Bleakwatch. It turns out there’s more at stake than just finding a missing necklace, and it’ll be up to Tinker Bell to set things right. Luckily, that’s what tinker fairies do best!

[clumsypuppy]

wait for me

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Doodling the amalgamation to see if I like it! Surprisingly motivating to colour since it really shines when the individual heads are shaded.