#okay a little bit of explaining

[drizzledrawings]

Poor Teddy, guy was only 17

[ninja-knox-ur-sox-off]

Okay 3 things

1. I was thinking about an aroace Sonic who says things that can be taken as wildly flirty/romantic but he just means them genuinely. “You have beautiful eyes, I keep getting distracted while looking at them,” not cause he’s interested romantically in them but because eyes can be really cool and pretty man I dunno what to tell you he likes looking at cool things and he thinks his friends are neat. “You’re the most beautiful person here,” because he really thinks that, he loves his friends

2. Sonic randomly dropping heartfelt genuine comments on his friends out of the blue completely blindsiding them and then moves on like nothing happened while they’re left going ?????? Bonus points if he does something immensely stupid or jerkish just before or immediately afterwards and they can’t tell if he was serious or not with the compliment (yes he was)

3. Sonic usually being so allergic to truly vulnerable moments that when he expresses something heartfelt randomly Tails thinks he’s been stabbed or something and does not believe him when he reassures him that he’s fine he’s fine he’s not dying yeesh

[egophiliac]

still absolutely losing my mind over Lilia

[werevyote]

I'm nonhuman because I know therefore I am. Sometimes for some it's not that deep and we can just exist with that

[donelywell]

February 29- March 2 2024

The first time Sonic went Super in Road Trip wasn't exactly as stunning to Tails as other au's and stories.

Tails is like maybe 5 here (I'm not actually that organized on the timeline for this au yet, I'm getting there though, things are getting in order.) and he wasn't forced to grow up and be a hero in this au. So he's a bit more childish than canon Tails because he doesn't feel as pressured to mature and grow up fast. Plus, he genuinely thinks Sonic is going to die and this is the last time he see's him, so tears are bound to come down.

Part 1

[quadrantadvisor]

DP x DC, revenant!Jason Todd

Shortly after meeting, Danny and Jason have a late night conversation about what it means to come back. 1281 words

On AO3

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Danny woke groggily, in a dark place that he didn't recognize, and took a moment to get his bearings.

He felt the warning ache in his neck that came from being propped up against an arm rest. There were two sources of dim light in the room—the glow of city street lights, muffled behind a curtain, and the green eyes of the man whose lap Danny's feet were propped on.

Right. Danny hadn’t meant to fall asleep on the revenant’s—on Jason’s—couch, but they’d been talking for so long, he must’ve dozed off.

Jason had had so many questions, about ectoplasm, about the zone, about Danny’s own experiences. Danny had done his best to clear up everything he could. A revenant may not be quite the same as he was, but still, it made Danny happy to be able to pass on his hard won knowledge and maybe save someone else a bit of the hurt and confusion that he’d gone through. It was what he’d always wished someone would do for him.

Jason was slumped into the couch, but he didn’t look relaxed. Danny examined his still profile, cast in strange shadows by its own green glow, and wondered how long it had been since he’d moved.

Danny shifted slightly, purposefully producing the fabric sounds of a body against upholstery, to make sure Jason knew he was awake. No reaction. Danny gave him one more moment, then asked, “You okay?”

Jason didn’t look at him when he answered, “You told me I’m basically possessing my own corpse, and I’m supposed to not be upset about that?”

Really, Danny should’ve predicted something like that. How long had he spent, trying to pretend that death hadn’t really touched him? It wasn’t an easy thing to accept.

“What’s the difference between a body and a corpse?” Danny asked.

Jason’s eyes snapped to Danny, their glow intensifying. “I am not dealing with riddle bullshit right now, I swear to-”

“No, I’m being serious,” Danny interrupted, pulling his feet from Jason’s lap and sitting himself up. “There’s one difference between a corpse and a living body, and that’s that someone is living in it. Jason—” he reached out, gripping one of Jason’s hands in his “—you’re alive. That’s what matters. The rest is details.”

Jason’s shoulders bent inwards, his other hand raising to rub at his chest. “You don’t get it,” he said, quiet. “People don’t just come back from what they did to me. It doesn’t make any sense.”

“However you died, it’s not-”

Jason huffed an ugly sound, a short and bitter laugh that Danny hurt to hear. “Is it crazy that that isn’t even what I was talking about? I meant after.” The motion on his chest was repetitive, like he was tracing something underneath his shirt, and Danny got the sinking feeling that he knew just what sort of scar it might be. “I was gone, okay? I was gone, and this body was still here. And they took it, and they cut it open and rummaged around inside to figure out what happened. Which is—” he cut off, sniffed, and Danny gripped his hand tighter “—which is stupid, right? It’s not like it wasn’t obvious.” His fingers twitched, and he continued, haltingly, “I mean, I’ve read the report. Pulled it off his stupid files. The smoke inhalation did me in. After everything that happened, it was the smoke.”

Jasons’ hand pulled out of Danny’s, and they both rose to cover his face, cutting off the glow while he curled in on himself even tighter. His voice was slightly muffled when he said, “And then they had to ship me home, right? So they bled me dry and pumped me full of formaldehyde, and they prettied me up so they could pretend I wasn’t just some empty thing, and Bruce held the tiniest most depressing little funeral known to man and put my ass in the ground, and I had to wake up down there.” His words and his breaths were coming too quick, and Danny didn’t know how to help. He didn’t want Jason to stop, not when it seemed like he needed to say all of this, but he could see just how badly the revenant was hurting.

“But you did wake up,” he whispered.

“Woke up in my own mutilated corpse!” Jason snarled. “Everything I’ve forgotten, and that memory is still crystal fucking clear! It stank in there, like death and vinegar and mud, and it was so small, and I couldn’t even try to scream for help because they sewed my fucking mouth shut—!” He broke off into a sob, and Danny couldn’t stand it anymore, had to lean into Jason’s side and wrap an arm around him as he shook with all the emotion he couldn’t reign in.

“Okay,” Danny said. Not you’re okay, just okay. “Okay, so that’s the most horrible thing I’ve ever heard, and I regularly hang out with a guy who wants to skin me.”

Jason sniffed. “What?”

“Nevermind. It’s just-”

“No, I think we should go back to the skinning thing-”

“I just don’t want you to let it define you,” Danny interrupted. “I did that. I got into my head about it, the whole ‘being dead’ thing, feeling like I was…” Danny gave himself a second, swallowed, “like some sort of freak. A thing that didn’t belong anywhere. But I’m still alive, and you’re alive, and even if we weren’t, it wouldn’t matter, because we’re still here, and as long as you’re here you can find something that’s worth staying for.” Danny rubbed what he hoped was a soothing pattern into Jason’s admittedly impressive bicep.

Jason let out a sigh. “I must really be pathetic if you’ve gotta pep talk me like that, huh?” he said, and Danny pretended not to see him wiping at his eyes. “Sorry,” he added, “about all this. I’ve got some shit I haven’t dealt with, and this ‘revenant’ stuff brought it up pretty bad.”

“I get it,” Danny said, and hoped Jason could tell how much he meant it.

Jason sighed again, heavy, like he was trying to release something else with his breath, and said, “It still doesn’t make any sense. Logically, I can’t be alive. Where did my blood come from?”

Danny shrugged. “Do you have blood?”

“I definitely have blood. I’ve seen a lot of it.”

That gave Danny pause. “Just like, around?” he asked.

“Yeah,” Jason said, deadpan. “I’ve got a surplus, so I like to leave some here and there, make sure everyone gets a chance to appreciate it.”

“I have no idea how much you’re joking and it frightens me,” Danny told him.

“Weak,” Jason replied.

“Anyways, you gotta not think about it too much. The interdimensional goop is already logic-defying, and you’re mixing magic with it with your special soul willpower or something. Your brain will explode if you try to make it make sense.”

Jason huffed a little laugh, bouncing Danny on his shoulder, and this time it made him feel lighter. “Can I just say that I hate that I’m full of interdimensional goop?”

“Valid,” Danny said.

Even without looking at Jason, Danny could tell that he just rolled his eyes by the way the soft green light moved.

Danny had his ear pressed to Jason’s shoulder, feeling his warmth, and if he focused, he could just make out the revenant’s pulse. Personally, Danny thought it was pretty cool to be full of magic and goop and blood. Much cooler than Danny, who was way more science goop than magic goop. They’d have to compare notes on that sometime.

Maybe Jason would come around to it.

[ihavesinnedterribly]

I will genuinely be so disappointed if gihun actually ends up forgiving inho in s3 and it's not even close..

[dissentersbedamned]

an entire doodle page worth of content of just these two waow

art commissions

full page for you nerds

[hideyseek]

oh god im thinking about 《虚构》 as an "answer" song to 《请我不改》 and i just ... 我原谅我自己捡起遗憾拥抱无奈 我允许我放手让我勇敢活在现在 ... all that bravado and self-reassurance turning into the insecurity of 也许我是我虚构的一场秀 and ... the fact that 《虚构》 comes after 《请我不改》 instead of before, that the last full song of the whole album ends on uncertainty and a tentative ask for reassurance instead of the ... certainty of figuring it out and talking yourself through it ... aauguguyuhhhfhhgh ... its significant to me ....!!!

[dekusleftsock]

I JUST HAD THIS REALIZATION IN THE SHOWER WHY HAVE I NEVER. THOUGHT ABOUT KATSUKI LIKE THIS.

So this is going to kind of go into Izuku’s bullying from Katsuki but it’s mainly if not entirely about why Katsuki has always stood out as a person, regardless of quirk or even leadership.

What got me thinking about this was actually those “American meets K-Drama bullies” on tiktok, which I often feel has a hint of xenophobia, but I digress.

One of the main points as to WHY the American in those examples would “win” is because of the cultural differences between fighting back vs shutting up and taking the beating. The main reason most Americans believed they would win is because culturally, a K drama bully would never think that their victim would retaliate, much less try to beat their ass in the first place.

Japan and China have similar cultural standards, especially to bullying (which is why bullying is so so bad statistically in Japan, with a whopping 57% bullying rate), and this “sit down and take the beating” cultural standard often permits bullies to continue to retaliate within the school. (Fun fact I was actually researching divorce in Japan for this due to some misinformation I’d read a while ago, but apparently Japan doesn’t have joint custody?? Like period?? It comes from the idea that a family is a set unit, and that were a parent to want to leave that unit, they are fundamentally no longer apart of it. No marriage, no custody, no child. You simply don’t see your kid very often, or ever. Sometimes this is even a decision on the father’s part, thinking that it’s “too painful to see the child after separation”, and that parents don’t see the benefit in children having both parties in their lives)

So, thinking of this in mind, I first went to why Izuku wouldn’t necessarily speak out or try to fight back. He wants to, he definitely almost does, but ends up standing silently shaking instead. Yes, fighting back may feel good, but even to people who would sympathize with said struggles may still blame the victim in this situation for “causing trouble”, it’s why Izuku and Katsuki’s relationship is even more interesting; it’s not just Izuku gaining confidence as he goes into high school, but that after he was given a space TO fight back (the first hero training), he actually started his arc on “defying society” and “not pushing things under the rug”. Tearing that rug to shreds doesn’t just mean looking out for those who haven’t been looked for, but also for destroying the standards that fighting back is a fault of yourself.

Tbh we also have this in the west as well, even those Americans who like to make those TikTok’s shaming people in countries they have no contextual idea to understand, much less solve. Because it’s not that fighting back itself would be hard, but that the social backlash would cause you to be even more of a target. It’s a lose-lose situation, so yes, a student will choose the wisdom of their parents and their elders that tells them to pretend it isn’t there.

But, besides that, in America (and I honestly wouldn’t doubt that this is in Europe too) the subtlety of that shame IS STILL THERE. I can even account for this in my middle school, for lightly pushing my bullies who ganged up on me, I was the one blamed and threatened punishment. The idea of a fight at all in high school would cause immediate suspension on both parties records, regardless of why or who started it. My brother in middle school was expelled for threatening kids who were both physically and vocally harassing him, and instead of any sort of help from the school, they REFUSED footage that might have defended him and my brother was then ostracized by my neighborhood/school district and thought to be some kid about to shoot up a school, he wasn’t.

Violence isn’t always the answer, obviously, but this is mainly to point out the hypocrisy of putting the west on this pedestal for fighting injustice.

I wanted to put this in somewhere but didn’t know where so it’s going here, but I find this take even funnier given the fact that North America has a 1% higher bullying rate than Asia which is so fucking funny and ironic

BUT BACK TO THE MAIN POINT ON KATSUKI, IM GETTING THERE I PROMISE🙏🙏

I think there’s this perception online of Katsuki that he is considered so unbelievably cool and normal given the context of his middle and elementary school, but putting it into perspective? Fighting your bullies, especially ones a year older than you, is REALLY WEIRD. Like, he’s an odd ball. It actually makes so much more sense as to why Izuku admires Katsuki in the first place. Katsuki has NEVER simply sat down and took the beating IN HIS LIFE.

And when you really think about it? All of that direct language, how rude he talks in Japanese (as in what pronouns he even uses for people, to the point that even the “softer” or “more intimate” pronouns he uses are… also kind of rude), and yk, suddenly, it’s almost like all the people at the beginning of their first year making fun of him… makes sense. And not just in a “lets humble this guy” way, they have no reasons to think of him in any kind of way really, they’re simply reacting to Katsuki and his odd way of speech and forwardness. He IS weird here, not just an asshole.

But EVEN GIVEN the fact that people know and think Katsuki is weird, he still strides along anyway. In fact, the only person who has ever gotten under his skin has been Izuku, who never even implied that he thought any malice of him in the first place.

Even now Katsuki continues to be himself to such a visceral, outward degree. I saw this post recently that was saying Izuku was actually quite mature for his age, but I’d argue that it’s less maturity, and more that he has just abided by a certain cultural standard of being thankful for the opportunities he’s been given.

It’s almost like Horikoshi has used Katsuki as this… idk, societal commentary? He certainly stays a societal commentary here in the west and our standards, often portraying more nuanced ideas of forgiveness and change and humility, but it’s different now that I think about it.

Katsuki isn’t just a character made to be rude for the sake of being funny, he’s an honest to god, walking, talking, culmination of what Japanese culture stands to change. It’s why Katsuki keeping his “hardened” traits is so so SO important. And it’s even more interesting given that he’s popular, he’s powerful, and he’s still bold while he does so.

Katsuki didn’t try to be popular, he just happened to do so. Explaining why he’s so bizarrely different from everyone else suddenly makes everything about his character make sense to me. Like, ofc Izuku would admire him to an almost worshipping degree, ofc he would stay in his life regardless of his flaws, Katsuki is himself in the most unapologetic way possible and THATS what’s truly admirable about him. His quirk, his determination, they’re both beautiful, but he’s the hero in his life because heroes inherently juxtapose the society around them. And that is exactly what Katsuki is.

And Katsuki, for all his flaws, never changed himself for society. He was always, long before he went to UA, before he even had his quirk, before he’d probably even met Izuku—been a hero.

[koku-stars]

i think she should explode.

[mysterious-detective]

i have a theory. i also have mental issues so this is just me yapping for the sake of it

so replaying deltarune annnnd noticed this lil thang in dess's room. big up the mic

talking bout that mic . mayyyyyyybe im being insane BUT what if thats the real mike?? considering chapter 2 has us using noelles computer AND im 60% sure spamton sent her a email it would kinda make sense as to why they would know each other if he was in their house (or sisters room) at some point

NOT DONE bc also theory since dess and asriel were close it could also be that the mic could have been his since we know he did singing 4 the church and it being his would make sense why it would be in the living room long enough to know tenna THAT well, before being given to dess and abandoned after she disappeared. probably just left there since they had bigger fish to fry with her being gone compared to getting back his mic

someone has probably already said this and i cant be arsed to actually make this high effort since only two ppl are gonna see this but MY GOD i will explode if i didnt write this down . now i wrote this down it feels stupid considering maybe toby just threw that in since music and i would imagine there would be some text relating to that if it was the case but im not THAT smart. (also dont feel like toby would make the choice to throw that in knowing damn well the implications)

ALSO i have another theory about the bunker being made after dess disappeared but probably will only write that one up if this one does good OKAY BYEYEEYEYYE

[invinciblerodent]

he really said "🥺" didn't he

i want to sink my teeth into him and shake him like a badly trained dachshund

[stabbyfoxandrew]

Hey Aerie! I'm finally on time for Wipwednesday, so I humbly ask for a little bit of Mafia Front? I may be a little bit obsessed with the drama XD I hope this week is kind to you, sending you love 🧡

WIP Wednesday (9/11) | Mafia Front Restaurant AU (Part 220)

Once Kevin is freshly showered and wearing a pair of Jean's pajama bottoms, he exits the bathroom to find Jean already in bed. Kevin flicks the bathroom light off, then back on. It's a light-on sort of night. Besides, Neil might have to pee and Kevin would rather not hear him trip over something on the way through. Kevin slides into bed but stays on his side, afraid to cross any line he might've drawn between them with his earlier admission.

He lies there on his back, staring up at the ceiling for a few minutes. He's content to fall asleep like this, warmed by Jean's body heat and soothed by the sound of his breathing. But he has to know. "Are you sure you're not mad at me?"

"I'm not mad at you," Jean says after a moment. "I'm just hurt you felt you had to lie to me."

"You have to understand, Jean. I.." Kevin takes a second to exhale and relaxes when Jean's hand finds his in the sheets. "When I left, I left you both. But you had each other. You were together, without me. I was scared that year apart was too long. Or that you wouldn't need me anymore."

"And, what? You thought we would cut you off just like that? For kissing someone?"

"I didn't know. I mean, a phone call whenever we could manage them and a text message here and there... That was— I already felt like I was losing you. I couldn't give you another reason to dump me." Kevin explains, recalling the fear he had when he arrived at the airport that morning. He'd accidentally confessed to Jean as soon as they were able to let go of each other. But Jean misunderstood. He thought Kevin said Andrew kissed him and Kevin went with it.

"I'll say it again: you're a beautiful idiot." Jean says, shifting onto his side. "There is no universe where I ever break up with you. I thought you knew that. You were my primary reason for keeping myself alive back then. The center of my world. How the hell could I let the sun slip through my fingers?"

"The sun?"

"The sun. My sun. You were the bright spot of my life, you and Neil. You still are. I would rather be dead than be without either of you."

"You're still not allowed to kill yourself. Just so you know." Kevin reminds him, making Jean laugh.

"I remember, I remember.” He pauses for a second. “How about you tell me what really happened now? All of it."

With a nod, Kevin starts to detail the night that led to him kissing Andrew. The bus ride to Evermore, the brutal game they played against the Ravens. How he'd collapsed at the final buzzer, falling to his knees and staring up at the scoreboard like he just couldn't believe it. But he could. He knew he'd whipped the Foxes into shape. He knew Jean and Neil were off the team. The Perfect Court only had one remaining member and, deep down, Kevin knew Riko wouldn't be enough. 

After all these years, Kevin still isn't sure what possessed him. But when Riko glared down at him with that awful sneer on his face, Kevin merely smiled and said, "I didn't let you win this time. Are you happy now?”

"You said that?" Jean gasps, interrupting the story. Kevin nods. 

"I did. And the next thing I knew, he was mid-swing," Kevin shudders. He thought he was dead. He knew he was dead. "I know what a heavy racquet does to a skull, Jean. I saw... When, you-know-what happened in Columbia. It would've killed me. If Riko had hit me, my brains would've been splattered all over the court floor! But I didn't have time to move. There was nowhere to go anyway..."

Jean's arm tightens around him.

"It's funny and it's sad. But when Andrew swooped in, I heard that crack. And Riko's scream... It still echoes in my head sometimes. But looking up at him, seeing that anguish on his face... I wanted to help him! Somewhere in the back of my mind, I was tracing out the path from the court to our old room!" Kevin says, hating himself for caring for the man who crippled him and tried to end his life over a game. "But Andrew grabbed me by the back of my uniform and pulled me away, got me to my feet and off the court before the medics could come on. I don't really remember much after that. It's a blur. I know... We changed clothes and got on the bus. And my father was worried someone would try to break into our hotel. To hurt us. Especially Andrew."

"Since he just mangled their king's arm."

"Yeah. So he drove us straight back to PSU. That's what I remember most. The bus. I sat on the window side and Andrew sat beside me. I was shaking, vibrating with nerves and fear and.... everything. Then Andrew grabbed my hand and held it the whole way back to Palmetto. Once we got there, everyone went down to the basement to drink to our victory. Everyone but me and Andrew. 

“He stayed with me. And I sat on my bed, replaying the game in my mind like I always did. But it was mixed with that crack and Riko's scream. And suddenly it was my screaming and the crack that took my hand. Andrew took me by the face, like this," Kevin says, grabbing Jean's chin with one hand. "And looked into my eyes and asked why I was upset. I told him Riko would try to kill me again as soon as he woke up from surgery. Andrew told me he wouldn't. That Riko wasn't allowed to touch me. That he wouldn't let anyone touch me. That he was standing between me and everyone else."

Kevin pauses for a breath and to remember the way his heart fluttered at Andrew's promise, at the way Andrew's lidded eyes gazed down at him.

"And I kissed him."

[figofswords]

thinking about taking a little bit of a step back from social media for a bit for mental/physical health reasons (as in: chronic severe anxiety is causing chronic health issues and I need to remove stress Somehow). I will still post art but I’m probably gonna make an effort to engage with my dash only minimally, if at all. (that being said I have very poor discipline so if you see me suddenly reblogging stuff out of nowhere just. roll with it)

[franeridan]

so what's, like, our general consensus, that the previous cycle with polyxia and gnaeus and calypso and khaos was the actual previous cycle in amphoreus or did it, like, never actually happen and is just part of the history of this cycle or what? are we agreeing the one we're seeing now is the first cycle with these specific chrysos heirs and the only one that's always there is phainon or were all of them in the previous ones as well? and are we agreeing that the reaver is a past phainon that's somehow made it in this cycle or is he a split part of current phainon in our general understanding?

cause, I mean. If we agree that this is mydei's first cycle (if we agree that he's not gnaeus and that gnaeus was actually there in mydei's place in the previous cycle) how did the reaver know where to hit him to kill him. where did he even get that information from.