#...they're separate beings

[1juniperberries1]

[gets kicked in here and sits up seal-style with a mouthful of dirt]

well

hi

…

Let’s see… I’ve introduced you to Oniver, Chip, Mavill, and Victor, so I’ll put some bones here and there about them :3c

Oniver is one of the only OCs I’ve sorta adopted from like a species I didn’t invent… so I took it and decided to make my own branch of it and develop him accordingly. His whole pre-story life was literally riding around and surviving trying to make it to adulthood so he could evolve to something stronger…

he really only chased strength and prowess… the MC of the story though, (cries in Akuji, my fucking “VengeanceTale” oc from the angstiest time of my whole life) manages to convince him that there’s bigger things in life and he should aid them in their journey… and he does. he’s like the old grumpy guy of the party

Chip is a loser.

Mavill’s a winner.

…that’s kind of their whole dynamic. subconsciously played with gender themes in it because who doesn’t enjoy a dominant female who had her emotional vulnerability robbed from her due to Life Events? and then the sheltered softboy

their story takes large inspiration from the explanation of quantum mechanics in Until Then, a game I played, replayed, loved, cried over, played again…

also chip has an unrequited crush on Mavill but she’s Not Interested and is on the greyromantic spectrum and it only stresses her out

while we’re in this ballpark, sexuality drops I guess

oniver is pretty aroace as he frowns upon the thought of hooking up with anyone outside his species but was also. banished from the one place they reside, so.

he’s an absolute prude and a very easy fluster…

Mavill is mostly grey in romance and a very averse asexual. Life’s too fast for settling down and hooking up- but they’re a biromantic demigirl when things slow down…

chip is basically a cishet. he doesn’t think about it much. later down the line he shifts more to the bi side of things and gets a little gender nonconforming, I’d say…

and we don’t talk about whatever the hell victors on like that guy is fucking nuts…

ANYWAYS I hope I did this alright!! I don’t often come to ask boxes to tell… lolol so thank you for having me <3

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GRABS YOU AND SHAKES YOU

THE GOOBERS THE GOOBERS.

Aaaa Remind me to never put Sinner (lustverse Jigz), Berry, Lucid, Drunk on soap Juniper, Jin, Bear, or Wren in the same room as Oniver..

Damn I have too many flirty ocs..

I've assumed that Chip kinda liked them, (from the rp ykyk), and had just assumed that Mavill kinda just. Didn't know?

Mavill is so real tho. She gets a pie.

Victor is so me frfrfr.

[moghedien]

you noticed how Glinda doesn't really let go of Elphaba basically from the Ozdust scene on and she's basically always holding Elphaba's hand or hanging onto her arm, even when its physically awkward to be doing so. and even during Defying Gravity after its clear that Glinda isn't going with Elphaba, they're still holding hands right up until the point where Glinda is grabbed by a guard and forcible pulled away from Elphaba

[carlyraejepsans]

Screen recording of the band segment from chapter 3 so I can read the full lyrics without eating shit too badly

[erinwantstowrite]

being a dc fan means knowing deep in your heart that bruce and tim are fighting for the 1st dick grayson fan

when Tim first became Robin i'd bet they both implied that they were Dick's #1 fan and they both stared at each other and started arguing passive aggressively about it. eventually though the passive aggressiveness turned into a genuine bond because Bruce realized 1) he was competing with a thirteen year old and 2) it was nice to talk about his boy with someone who also very much cared about his boy. I can garauntee that Bruce saw Dick being a good big brother to Tim who had this unwavering respect and admiration for Dick the way a younger brother would and that's when Bruce was like "well, i'm screwed. i HAVE to adopt him."

[mentalmeles]

There needs to be more fanart of them as kids, ngl

[tridentkickflipper123]

this is what we are, and we will not be changed you can look for unseen order, you're gonna find that chaos reigns we will not be saved

[pinklotushere]

Perfect Disaster

Dick loved Jazz. He really did. She was incredible—strong, smart, funny, and probably the only person on Earth who could keep up with him in a spar without wanting to throttle him. She got his jokes, finished his sentences, and punched him in the arm whenever he got too smug.

They were supposed to be perfect for each other.

So why was he in love with Dan?

Why had his wedding day been filled with flashes of ice-blue eyes and a voice that always sounded just a little too unimpressed?

Why did his stomach drop every time he thought about Dan looking at him with something almost like affection, only to turn away like it had never been there?

It was driving him insane.

And Jazz—God, poor Jazz. She was so good, so devoted, so present, and Dick? Dick was the worst husband alive.

He’d caught himself zoning out during dinner last week, staring at his fork like it was the most interesting thing in the world, because Jazz had mentioned something in passing, and his brain had gone straight to how Dan would never say something like that. Dan doesn’t talk that much. Dan doesn’t talk at all unless he had to.

Jazz deserved better. She deserved someone who wasn’t actively fantasizing about her brother at the worst possible moments.

And worst of all?

She had no idea.

He was a such horrible person

Jazz was losing her mind.

She was in love with her husband. She knew she was. Dick was amazing—bright and loud and brilliant, always moving, always there. He made her laugh, he made her feel seen, he made life fun.

So why was Jason the one she thought about late at night?

Why was it his voice that echoed in her head when she had a bad day? Why did she find herself catching her breath when he smiled, when he laughed, when he looked at her like she was something worth knowing?

It was awful. It was disgusting. It was—

It was fine. She’d bury it. She’d ignore it.

Dick loved her. She loved Dick. Everything was fine.

Except…

Except Dick had been distracted lately. Not in the normal “up all night on patrol” way. No, this was different.

He was off.

He’d started spacing out in the middle of conversations, looking guilty when she caught him. He’d smile too wide, laugh too loud, cover up whatever he was thinking with that performance of his, but Jazz knew him too well.

Something was wrong.

She wanted to ask, but she didn’t. Because if she asked, maybe he’d ask back. Maybe he’d say why are you acting weird too? Why do you freeze when Jason calls? Why do you look at him like—

No. No, she wasn’t going to think about that.

Everything was fine.

Things got worse.

Dick started overcompensating.

Big romantic gestures, flowers, expensive dinners, soft kisses on her forehead, murmured I love yous like he was trying to convince himself they were real.

Jazz responded in kind.

Lingering touches, doting smiles, playing the role of the perfect wife because God help her, she was going to make this work.

And in their desperate attempts to fix a problem neither of them had named, they didn’t notice what was happening right in front of them.

Didn’t notice the way Dick’s eyes always strayed when Dan was in the room, how his voice softened just slightly when they spoke.

Didn’t notice the way Jazz’s breath hitched when Jason laughed, how she leaned in just a little too much when he talked to her.

Didn’t notice that they were both drowning, clinging to each other in a sinking ship, hoping that if they just held on tight enough, they wouldn’t go under.

And it was only a matter of time before the whole thing collapsed.

It all came crashing down over brunch.

Dick had been jittery all morning, bouncing his leg under the table, stirring his coffee five times before taking a sip. Jazz had been the same, shoveling food into her mouth like it might stop her from blurting out something catastrophic.

They were a mess. A mutual, collective disaster.

And then—

"Jazz, I—"

"Dick, I—"

They both stopped, blinking at each other. Jazz swallowed, setting her fork down.

"You first," she said, voice tight.

Dick inhaled sharply. This was it. This was the moment he ruined everything.

"I'm—" He scrubbed a hand through his hair, bracing himself for impact. "I'm in love with someone else."

Silence.

A long, heavy, horrifying silence.

And then—

"Oh thank God," Jazz blurted out, nearly knocking her coffee over.

Dick blinked. "What?"

"I'm in love with someone else too," she said, her shoulders sagging like someone had finally lifted a hundred-pound weight off her back. "Oh my God, Dick, I thought I was the worst person alive, I was so scared to tell you—"

"You were scared?" Dick let out a laugh, giddy with relief. "Jazz, I have been dying inside for months. I was ready to take this to my grave!"

"Me too! I literally almost repressed myself into a coma!"

"Jesus Christ," Dick groaned, pressing his forehead to the table. "I thought I was going to break your heart."

"I thought I was going to break yours!"

They both sat there, laughing, light-headed, free.

A moment passed before Jazz smirked, leaning forward. "So. Who is it?"

Dick hesitated. And then, because there was no point in lying anymore—

"Dan."

Jazz's smirk vanished. Her eyes widened. "Wait—my Dan?"

"Uh." Dick winced. "Yeah?"

She blinked. Then blinked again. Then—

"Oh my God."

"What?"

"Oh my God, how could we not see it before?" she muttered, rubbing her temples.

Dick frowned. "Wait. See what? What does that mean?"

Jazz took a deep breath, and then—

"I'm in love with Jason."

It took a second for that to register.

Then—

"MY Jason?!"

Jazz shrugged, unapologetic. "Apparently."

Dick gawked at her. "No way."

"Yes Way."

"Oh my God."

"Right?!"

For a long, long moment, they just stared at each other.

And then—

They started laughing.

Deep, gut-wrenching, gasping-for-air laughing. The kind that hurt. The kind that felt like they were unraveling years of tension in one go.

"How did we not notice?" Jazz wheezed, wiping tears from her eyes.

"I have no idea!" Dick gasped. "I was so busy feeling guilty, I didn’t even think to ask why you kept getting all weird around Jason!"

"And I was so caught up in my own disaster," Jazz snorted, "I didn’t even see you staring at Dan like he personally invented the concept of breathing!"

They both dissolved into laughter again, until finally, finally, the weight of the past few months lifted completely.

Jazz leaned back in her chair, still chuckling. "So. What do we do now?"

Dick hummed, stretching his arms behind his head. "Well. We could get a divorce."

"Obviously."

"And then we could—y'know. Maybe—try something else?"

Jazz smirked. "Are you asking me if we should ask each other's brothers out?"

Dick grinned. "I mean. I feel like we kinda have to at this point."

Jazz snorted. "God, we are such disasters."

"Yeah," Dick agreed, still grinning.

They clinked their coffee mugs together like it was a toast and for the first time in a while didnt feel the overwhelming weight of lying to your patner.

Somewhat Inspired by EDA's beautiful art, Thank you, @demonic0angel , for being so ridiculously creative and talented that I can’t even sit back and enjoy your work in peace.

No, instead, you had to go and make me feel creative too, and now I have the unbearable urge to post things. I hope you’re proud of yourself.

[off-mozzarella]

The silliesss

[varpusvaras]

At some point, the amount of younger generation heroes in the Justice League gets bigger and bigger every year. It's kind of a bittersweet thing for all the mentors in the League: they are so, so proud of the people their kids and former protegees have grown up to become, but at the same time, it's always a bit hard seeing them grow up.

In any case, they are all a good addition to the League. Many of them have worked together in teams before, and have the whole teamwork-aspect of the League down a lot better than the older members had when they first joined. Batman and Green Arrow especially couldn't seem to contain their pride in their kids, and no one could really blame them for it. After all, both Nightwing and Red Arrow were exceptional fighters with a lot of experience in both teamwork and leadership under their belts, on top of being just really good people. Nightwing and Red Arrow seemed proud of each other as well, after all the hardships they had gotten through during their childhood and early adulthood. One of their oldest and bestest friends, they called each other often, even if the other was not there to hear it.

So it was a bit alarming to see them arguing at the corner of the room in the Watchtower, at least for Hal.

"I was there first!" Nightwing hissed at Red Arrow.

"So what?" Red Arrow hissed back. "This is important to me and you know it!"

"Are they okay?" He quietly asked Wally, who was leaning on the wall. Wally was also their old friend, Hal knew that. He would know if it was something bad.

"Yeah", Wally whispered back. "They just had a run-in with the Red Hood earlier."

The Red Hood? Hal thought that he remembered that name. A Gotham-based Rogue, of that he was pretty sure.

"I guess it didn't go well?"

"I guess not. Nightwing and Red Arrow both had a fight with him recently."

Hal looked at Nightwing and Red Arrow again, who were now hissing something about the other one ruined the whole thing for the other.

"I see." Hal knew how these things went. A rogue or villain wronged you, and you wanted to fight them and bring them to justice by yourself. "Let me guess, both of them wanted to catch the Red Hood, and with the both of them trying to do it, he managed to give both of them the slip?" It happened to even the best of team mates every once in a while.

Wally's face did a series of very rapid expressions, ones that Hal, even with all of his years of dealing with a speedster, could not quite catch.

Still, Hal thought that momentarily, Wally looked like he wanted to laugh.

"Something like that", Wally ended up saying. He definitely sounded like he knew something that Hal didn't.

Hal didn't get the time to ask, because Nightwing and Red Arrow were getting louder with their argument, enough so that Batman and Green Arrow saw it fit to come in and separate the two.

"Can't you two just apologise?" Green Arrow asked.

"I am trying! Nightwing just had to block me with his huge stupid a-"

"Excuse me-!"

Green Arrow and Batman gave each other disturbingly identical tired looks, and that was enough to send Wally laughing, and in the middle of all of it, Hal was trying to decide whether he wanted to know or not.

[whiteboardartstudios]

I SAID I WAS GOING TO DRAW THAT CAR SO HERE WE ARE (I hope you enjoy this is the stupidest thing I've drawn in months /affectionate)

(I put the image descriptions in the Alt text this time because there's so many images. If it doesn't work please tell me and I'll yeet them in the actual post!!)

happy finale of Wild Life everybody! :D

[infinityinakiss]

me: welp, paige is in texas, azzi's in ny/conneticut, guess pb & j are separated for now.

*azzi's in dallas with paige already*

me: wtf guys.

[radiance1]

Gotham: Holy shit there's a random animal running around Gotham city and no one's ever caught it before. They say it only appears in thunderstorms and anyone unfortunate enough to cross paths with it look as if they've been hit by thunder.

Dan phantom, the 'random animal' who is in fact a Raiju in question: If I destroy this place I'll be fucked over by Clockwork. But if I don't destroy this place I'll keep being followed by this brat.

Damian Wayne, the brat in question: There is an animal roaming Gotham in thunderstorms, father. We must save it!

[revvethasmythh]

Reminded again, as I periodically am, that there's a fair number of people in the fandom that think of Nott the Brave and Veth Brenatto as two different characters, and not fundamentally the same woman. In the absolute literal sense, this is false: Nott the Brave, returned to the body of her choice and using her real name once again, is absolutely precisely the same person she was before Caleb cast Transmogrification on her. This is, incidentally, one of her main sources of angst towards the end of the campaign! A part of Nott must have both feared (and, in some ways, hoped) that when she was changed back into a halfling, she would also be a different person. That the person she became traveling with the Nein would be an easy identity to shed, which she may have hoped for because it would be easier to fit herself back into her home life with Yeza and Luc--and because it would be easier to say goodbye to the Nein if that were the case. And she feared it because she liked this person she became, no matter how transgressive society would label her for it. And she loved the Nein and didn't want those feelings to be altered.

But she didn't change. Veth Brenatto is Nott the Brave and Nott the Brave is Veth Brenatto. This was always the point. That's why it's an anagram. It's just that when she's Veth Brenatto again, she is much more focused on the why of what she's doing. Why am I still with the Nein? Why am I still adventuring? Why do I have this reticence to return home to my family? Why don't I long for that quiet, domestic life the way I once did? Her emotional journey becomes intensely personal, sometimes subtly/quietly told, and wholly about what kind of future she wants for herself and how her choice could affect those around her. Her two families become anchor points pulling her in different directions and she has to deal with that. Which is a different story than what she was telling when she was still Nott the Brave. Nott's story was much simpler--I am a goblin and I hate it and I would like to be a halfling again. I would like to be able to be with my family again. It's straightforward and it's achieved! But that's not where it ends, because she still needs to figure out a real, functional future for herself once her goal has been achieved.

All this to say, I think when people say they prefer Nott over Veth, it's important to remember that you are reacting to a certain story arc for the character, not an entirely different character. It may also pay to ask yourselves why you think they're so different. Was "Nott" funnier than "Veth" to you? Does her ability to serve as comic relief fundamentally change whether you like her or not? Did you appreciate "Nott's" themes more than "Veth's"? Or did you even notice the themes being explored in Veth's later game at all?

[marlenacantswim]

last night i was thinking ab shawn and lassie's "pulled together by fate" dynamic in conjunction with my friend @flytrapcore's ongoing efforts to write the psych gang in a saw trap, and it all stirred together into a situation where shawn and lassie wake up in a saw trap and they're tied to each other by a piece of red paracord that has had both ends knotted around one of the ribs protecting their hearts. if that's something we fuck with.

[the-hawks-rye]

Mairuma continuing to impress in how siblings are written. Of course Clara, who at the start of the series didn't think twice about axes being an appropriate play item to use with her schoolmates, has a brother close to her own age who is ecstatic about almost being actually murdered by his teacher. From here I can only conclude that the highlight of Urara's early childhood was being chased around by a Clara weilding a meat tenderizer. All the pieces fit together perfectly; no notes.

Update: Since y'all have liked the tags they are getting added as full text:

I was actually wondering for a good while how "books that try to chomp on you" fit in with Clara being a good big sis #and how there wasn't really signs of her playing dangerous games with her other younger siblings #but like yeah a sibling close in age to you being weird in way that compliments your style of being weird #absolutely does cause you both to become even more weird both together & separately #source: I have siblings #but yeah Clara "fun aficionado" Valac's standards were absolutely warped by Urara "I HAVE A GREAT PLAN" Valac #Urara loves being in danger so swinging heavy objects at him is okay because that's how he has the most fun! #wydm being jabbed at with a sharp objects isn't fun? u-chan is a stick in the mud & even he loves being relentlessly attacked w stabby stick #early Clara not knowing what a "boundary" or "reasonable limit" is both a cause & effect of Urara being such a thrill seeker #oopsie daisy they got caught in a feedback loop and now they're both extra weird

[crossbackpoke-check]

blessed be (lorscher bienensegen) | telling the bees (wiþ ymbe)

"Bees" [remixed, abridged], Claudia Emerson // "Letter to Someone Living Fifty Years from Now" [remixed. abridged], Matthew Olzmann // "Letter to my Great, Great Grandchild" [remixed, abridged], J.P. Grasser | Len Redkole, Nina Weiss, Brian Babineau, Christian Peterson, Mitchell Leff, Dave Isaac, Megan DeRuchie