#from the same convo

[ofliterarynature]

It uh. Sure says something about this series' philosophy that the titular Wizard's First Rule of this book is "people are stupid (derogatory)"

[hazelnootnut]

ACT 2 "You're... me?" "That's right, stardust!"

You know I've been drawing Loop as their Siffrin form so much that it's got me thinking. I've read and seen so many fics and artworks of Loop eventually getting back to looking like their old self, but I don't think I've seen any so far of Loop already being a mirror copy of Siffrin. So uh, yoink?

ISAT AU where the game plays out the same way (plot-wise at least) but Loop looks like Siffrin the whole time and while Siffrin is extremely perplexed that there's another him, he's still gotta accept their help because how else are they supposed to escape the loops? Good ol' Loop is here to help, helpful friendly Loop!

Siffrin is going through it still but Differently.

[torridturncoat]

asoiaf fandom still stuck in the discourse tarry pits of talking about dragons as if they are nukes, utterly ignoring the wartimes implications of robb stark using his land assault vehicle, otherwise known as direwolf. and i think that says something about society

[crumb-crumblet-s-crumbington]

mold

[vaguely-concerned]

in shambles over lucanis' big ol' 🥺eyes while asking rook if they can come with him to plan caterina's funeral and the barest pretense that it's because spite might pull something. spite, who we have no reason to infer from how that goes down says or does anything during that whole thing. I do so love the consistency of the background hum of 'hm. you know lucanis perhaps the real problem here isn't so much the demon thing but a lot more about the life experience you've had up until now that makes you think wanting a friend to come along to help you bury a loved one is something you're not allowed (nor frankly know how) to ask for'

*agonized rook voice* LUCANIS lucanis you must understand I would go with you into hell itself. I will live in your heart, die in your lap and be buried in your eyes. and moreover I will come with you to your grandma's funeral arrangements fuck sorry about your life 😬

[cowardlykrow]

"Hah, dude doesn't even know he's in my tamagotchi."

[elfcollector]

My father. That was him. — That is him. He lives still. And your mother, too.

[ichijokaoru]

one of my favourite kuuga scenes (Tsubaki and Ichijou, episode 38) and then, it’s bestie (Tsubaki and Godai, episode 47) which I think are interesting to watch back to back…

neither of them feature both Godai and Ichijou, but, espeically put together, they’re two of my fave goichi moments… I have so much I could say about them, that I don’t even know where I’d begin

[whumperofworlds]

Y'all ever write something dark you went "That's way too dark, even for me!"?

Let me know, I'm legit curious!

[ty-bayonet-betteridge]

ME: Okay gang, it's my birthday. How are we going to celebrate?

VOICE OF THE OPPORTUNIST: You should go to that cafe we really like! You deserve it, don't you think?

VOICE OF THE HERO: Isn't that place expensive as hell, though? We don't have a job.

VOICE OF THE OPPORTUNIST: Coooooome oooooooon, it's our birthday! We should treat ourselves!

VOICE OF THE SKEPTIC: We should go. Order something cheap, but we need to ask if they're hiring anyway.

VOICE OF THE HERO: Can't we just... call them and ask?

VOICE OF THE PARANOID: No. Nope. No phone calls. Don't you know phone calls never lead to good things?

VOICE OF THE HERO: ...I don't think that's true.

VOICE OF THE SMITTEN: Oh, what does it matter what we do for our birthday? Neither of our partners has wished us a happy birthday yet! Clearly, we've lost their hearts, and with them, any hope for a purpose in this cruel world.

VOICE OF THE HERO: It's four in the morning. They're probably both still asleep.

VOICE OF THE CHEATED: No, I'm with the sappy one on this. It doesn't fucking matter if we waste our money or not, cause we're never going to get hired. Not when corporations keep posting these fake fucking job listings!

VOICE OF THE COLD: It doesn't matter if we get hired or not. Whether it's in a ditch in six months or in a hospital bed in ninety years, we're still going to die.

VOICE OF THE OPPORTUNIST: Exactly! So why not enjoy life in the moment? While we can!

VOICE OF THE COLD: But if we're going to go out to eat, we should go someplace new. We've been to that cafe too many times to count.

VOICE OF THE OPPORTUNIST: You know, that is a great idea. You're full of great ideas.

VOICE OF THE CHEATED: No, it's not a great idea! If we go somewhere new, the food could be bad. I don't want to get bad food on my birthday!

VOICE OF THE CONTRARIAN: What if... we just go to the cafe and another restaurant?

VOICE OF THE HERO: We definitely don't have enough money for that.

VOICE OF THE CHEATED: We would have, if you lot hadn't made us quit our last job!

VOICE OF THE OPPORTUNIST: Now, now. That decision was made democratically.

VOICE OF THE CHEATED: Well we all know that direct voting is fucking bullshit. We just turned in our ballot, after all.

VOICE OF THE PARANOID: That reminds me. What if the ballot arsonists spread down here? How will we ever know if our ballot was counted?

VOICE OF THE HERO: That is a wildly disconnected thought. Where did that come from.

VOICE OF THE PARANOID: We have to stay vigilant.

THE NARRATOR: I'm fixing a drink. Tell me when you've made a choice.

[davestriderpostscratch]

i mean this goes back to what i was talking about a few months ago which is that a huge part of hussie’s humor in homestuck involves the soft fourth wall break. he makes the point to tell you that terezi has no idea who two-face is because terezi isn’t cribbing the coin flip thing from him, the guy WRITING terezi is doing that. also terezi’s character intro from hivebent implies she DID steal the coin flip gag from someone in alternian media

but the page where dave makes the comic reference goes back on that and implies she thought she made it up

which i had a laugh at because it’s like. well dave already knew about batman comics so he thinks it’s a reference to that. but from terezi’s point of view she DID make it up. two-face only exists because terezi did first, just like all human media and everything about the rest of the universe dave lives in. but also outside the context of the story, the author writing terezi did in fact take the gag from a batman villain. it’s funny in the lamest way for a joke to be

[andypantsx3]

urgh i was listening to a podcast where they alluded to some published romance authors dunking on other authors for writing "gratuitous" and "less tasteful" smut and it reminded me of the time i also accidentally implied something like that on here while i was talking about the less descriptive vanilla shit i write and i want to build a time machine and go back and break my own fingers before i could type that reeee

[writeouswriter]

Two people with the exact same brand of ADHD and shared intense hyperfixation clicked too hard, 100 dead, thousands injured, 3 million new timelines unlocked, a single starting line of conversation ending in 400 new novel length messages sent and one month between reply times

[hilacopter]

probably a very very hot take on this website but I kind of hate the fandom culture of taking two characters (not always but usually same sex) with a very deep or strong bond and going "omg they're so queercoded" "they're literally canon" when like 90% of the time the things they do yes, show a deep devotion to one another, but could just very much be read as platonic love. it's very amatonormative imo and paints romance as the ultimate and deepest form of love rather than just another type of it that can be equally as strong as platonicity.

[crybaby-bkg]

cw: Bakugou dies but comes back to life, “comes back wrong” trope, implied fighting, angst

When Bakugou died, you’re not sure how you went on living. Grief had taken over your life, sat you in the passenger side while it cruised off the highway into icy waters. And even then, you couldn’t find the energy to drown.

It’s why there’s a sudden uptick of energy when you’re promised to have him back. Some top scientists contact you months after his death, tell you to hurry down to the headquarters labs, come and rejoice for what you’re about to witness. And you’re horrified, to say the least.

“This isn’t my husband.” Are your first words when you walk in, watch the figure on the other side of the glass examine its own hands. It looks like your husband but—but his hair isn’t the right shade of blond all over. His nose bridge had a slight bump after a scuffle with a villain. He had a scar on his hand but—but it never looked like it was to sew a pinky beside the other fingers.

“Is that really my husband?” You ask next in disbelief, slowly entering the room. Bakugou’s head snaps up, his eyes a little brighter than you remember but—they hold so much emotion. So much memory, so much panic, so much guilt.

“I left you.” He mutters, his voice raspy and ragged, and you wonder if it’ll always be like this now. It makes you cry a little harder than it should, but you only embrace each other. He’s cold and his shoulders don’t hold the same mass and his back doesn’t carry the same scars. There’s one, jagged and rough, running down his back, and you think, you think that’s where they slipped a new spine in.

“Welcome back home.” You tell him, weeks after meeting him again, new and not totally—Katsuki. He’s stiff and he doesn’t immediately take off his boots when he enters, and it worries you. Makes you think if you’ve just let a stranger into your home, one that has stolen your dead husbands face. Makes you wonder if he’ll be as loving as Katsuki once was, or if he’ll become your monster looming over you with the guilt of not being able to rest anymore.

“I’ve missed you so much.” You whisper against his mouth one night, a little while after he’s moved back. You don’t know why you lay under him, why you let him nestle himself inside of you, why you let him hold you against his chest. Katsuki always ran his hands over your cheeks and neck whenever he held you like this, but this…man, only holds himself up with his hands resting beside your head. It’s alien, how he looks at you, how his hips are methodically measured with every thrust, how he kisses you every 8 seconds. You wonder if he’s more robot than Frankenstein monster.

“Why did you come back to me like this?” You ask him one night, barricaded in the bathroom away from him. You can hear his sobs on the other side, his pleading to be let in. He tells you he never wanted to come back if he had to be like this, that he’s sorry, please let him in, he misses the warmth of your skin, he’s never been so cold before, he’s never liked the cold.

“Is this considered cheating?” You ask yourself aloud one night, when Bakugou is forced back to the lab when he becomes too…un-Bakugou. To sleep with a man that is your husband in every way but? Your husband has been dead for a year now, and yet you stroke the chin of the man that tries so hard to be him everyday, but fails so miserably at it every time.

“I’ll come back to you right this time.” Bakugou promises to you when he’s strapped down to leave for the lab and before he’s sedated. But you don’t believe him—you never did. Your husband is dead, and this animated corpse has been nothing but a cheap mockery of everything you’ve lost and something you will never truly get back.