#It's so nice when I can ask a question in a post and get such a smart answer back

[saturns-peachy-honeymoon]

dally's girl!

summary: ponyboy’s having a hard time wrapping his head around the fact that you are dating dallas winston. (part 2 of dally’s girl? but can be read as a standalone)

content: dally x soc!reader, fem!reader, platonic!ponyboy, platonic!johnny, post canon lite, mostly fluff with a cheeky makeout 

word count: 1200 words

warning: profanity, mentions of sex, suggestive 

“Pony, you got 5 out of 20 terms correct. I know you don’t love Shakespeare, but this just isn’t like you. Are you okay?” You asked, brows furrowed in concern, eyes worried.

You were so soft. Caring. Like the big sister he never knew he wanted. And you were dating Dallas Winston. Of course, he was finding it hard to focus. 

Ponyboy shook his head, not wanting to upset you, “Yeah, yeah, of course, I guess my mind is just somewhere else, sorry.”

It took one look to know that you did not remotely believe him. 

You gently placed your perfectly manicured hand on his. “Ponyboy, you know you can talk to me.” 

He shook his head again, careful to avoid your eyes. 

“Is this about,” you leaned in close to whisper, “Dally?” 

Ponyboy stiffened. Of course, it was about Dally. How the hell did he manage to get a girl like you? You were pretty, intelligent, kind, and above all… YOU WERE A SOC! The very thing Dally hated most in this world. Sure, he’d softened a little since the events of last year. Since Bob’s death, the rivalry between greasers and socs had definitely lessened, but things certainly weren’t hunky-dory. 

What was even odder was how much Dally seemed to listen to you, respect you. Seriously, what was going on here?? For God’s sake, he was lying on the Curtis couch right now, just waiting for you to be done studying. 

Dally hadn’t started there, of course. First, he sat at the table and invited you to sit on his lap while you studied. When you didn’t accept, he then stretched his arm over your shoulders and made snarky, unhelpful commentary about the material you were studying, which is precisely what led him to his current position. Stretched on the couch, mindlessly flipping a lighter and tuning in and out of whatever Johnny was watching. 

“Ponyboy?” Your voice pulled him back to your question. A question he really didn’t want to answer. 

Looking up at you shyly through his lashes, Ponyboy nodded in confirmation. 

“Do you want to talk about it? You can ask me whatever you want,” you were too nice. Way too nice. 

“I just need a second to wrap my head around it. Just a lot, ya know? I’m real sorry,” 

“There’s nothing to apologize for.” You closed your book decisively, “How bout we call it a day? Add an extra hour to tomorrow's study session to make up for it? Does that sound good?”

“Sounds good to me!” Dallas called out, leaning against the doorframe.

“I don’t remember asking you, Dally.” You weren’t being mean, just a matter of fact (and a bit teasing if the smile on your face was any indication). 

“It, uh, sounds good to me, too. I think I’m studied out,” Pony interjects.

“Fair enough.” You placed your books in your bag, standing up to dust off your skirt. In the blink of an eye, Dally found his way behind you, confidently wrapping his arms around your middle and resting his head on your shoulder. 

“Pony, when are Darry and Soda getting home?” Johnny asked, slinking his way into the kitchen. 

“They’re both workin’ tonight.” 

“What are you gonna do for dinner?” You asked softly. 

“I’ll figure somethin’ out, don’t worry,” Pony answered sheepishly. 

You looked at Dally, eyelashes fluttering. 

“No,” he answered firmly.

You pouted slightly, “Baby.”

Dally pinched his nose, groaning as he motioned to Pony, “Get in the fucking car, we’re going to the Dingo. You, too, Johnnycakes.”

You smiled widely, thanking your boyfriend and leaning in to kiss his cheek. 

Dally leaned into you, allowing your heads to touch for a moment, before turning his attention back to the boys, “Go. ‘Fore I change my mind.”

… 

“It was really nice of you to get the boys dinner,” you coo softly, as you twist a strand of Dally’s dark hair between your fingers. 

“Told ya I was nice,” he murmurs from where his head is resting comfortably on your abdomen. 

Dallas had climbed through your window about twenty minutes ago and made himself at home amongst your plush pink comforter and stuffed animals. For the past month, he had spent nearly every night wrapped up in bed with you. He swore it helped him sleep, but really, it was just nice to be with you. Feel your heartbeat against his body as he held you close each night. His little stint in jail was the longest he’d gone without you, and he’d be lying if he said he hadn’t been losing his mind. 

Dally pressed a kiss to your stomach, “Besides, it always helps to be incentivized.” His hot mouth trailed up your clothed sternum, pausing midway to rest his chin and look up at you. 

His fingers curled around the ring hanging from your neck. His ring. “Looks good on ya, sweetheart,” he said as he kissed along your collarbone, occasionally stopping to gently suck on your soft skin in the hopes of pulling a reaction out of you. 

In your time dating Dallas Winston, you learned that this kind of switch-up was common for him. One minute, he’s cuddly; next, he’s absolutely insatiable. Not that you necessarily did much to satiate him, not the way the base of his stomach burned to be extinguished. 

“And what exactly were you hoping to get in reward?” 

“Ain’t it obvious, doll? You,” He continued his ministrations up to your neck, his body caging yours. He took care to press a kiss after each adjective, “Beautiful, perfect, sexy you.” 

Your face flushed brightly, “You sure are a cheeky one, aren’t ya?”

Dallas met your lips hungrily before returning his attention to your neck, nipping playfully at the sensitive flesh. “Cheeky. Horny…”

“Dallas!” You squeaked.

“Just kidding, doll… mostly.” He chuckled slightly as he placed a peck on your lips. “You know you got me wrapped around your pretty little finger, right?” 

“How you figure?” You asked, trying to maintain a teasing tone despite the vulnerability behind your question. 

“Have me lying around the Curtis house for hours, taking the boys out for dinner. Walking my ass all the way here to climb through your window, when I know damn well we ain’t going all the way tonight. And fuck, I don’t even care.” Dally laughed before a more subdued expression crossed his face. His rough fingers delicately traced your jaw before grabbing it. His eyes met yours in a way you could almost swear was vulnerable as he continued, “It’s just worth it to hold ya, kiss ya.” He hesitates slightly, “See ya. What have you done to me, sweetheart?”

Flushed and flattered beyond belief, you reach out for Dally, smashing your lips again. You moved against his mouth slowly, deliberately, desperate to convey every feeling you were too scared to voice. 

Dally’s hot breath fanned against your face as you pulled away. He placed a gentle kiss on your temple before rolling off of you and tugging you slightly to follow him with a soft, “C’mere.” 

There, wrapped up securely in his arm, head against his pounding heart, you thanked your lucky stars you were Dally’s girl.

[venusscore]

Hellos can you do a continuation on Jason x reader, but they’re in a secret relationship please ☺️

Surely! Thanks for asking!!

This will be a direct continuation of this post.

Jason x Reader, but they’re in a (not so) secret relationship

Contains: gn reader (slightly feminine leaning), hinting at activities (wink wink. I still don’t write smut), menace reader, fluff, and more nosy Batfam

Enjoy!

When do we get to meet them?

Jason stared at the message on his phone and groaned. Damnit, Dick.

However, his anger at his older brother was cut short by a stirring on his side. He put his phone down and looked at you, who was nestled into him, then gently pulled you closer.

Your eyes fluttered open and you let out some slurred mutter. He quickly shushed you.

“Sorry for waking you, pretty/handsome. Go back to sleep now.” He whispered, making you tuck your head back into his chest.

He sighed. This is nice.

10:30 AM.

Jason was making some breakfast when he heard the bedroom door open. He didn’t have time to turn around before a pair of arms wrapped around his waist and a head rested in his back.

“Well, good morning to you, too.” He said as the bacon sizzled (if you don’t like bacon, just pretend it’s something else).

“Was last night real?” You asked, still a bit groggy.

“Which part?” He replied. “The fun part, or the part when my brother decided to break into my apartment?”

You just stayed still before muttering, “So it was real.”

Jason put the bacon aside and turned around, seeing you in a shirt you probably stole. “My family wants to meet you, now.”

You chuckled and stole a piece of bacon (or whatever you wanted) from the pan- or tried- because you yelped from the heat as soon as you did.

“Idiot.” He laughed and grabbed an ice pack from the fridge.

1:45 PM

Jason was out looking for groceries when none other than Stephanie coincidentally ran into him at the store.

She was quick to follow him and chat, no shame whatsoever. He knew why she was following him, he just didn’t know when she’d bring it up-

“So… what’s their name?” She blurted out.

He looked at her and sighed. “(Your name).”

After a second, he paused and asked. “How much did Dick tell you?”

“Oh, everything.” She smiled, to which his face reddened.

Jason shook his head and went to check out, not even bothering to mention that Stephanie had absolutely no groceries as she followed him.

“Everyone wants to meet them.” She cut in.

“I’m aware.”

Of course, his stubbornness won’t work on her, it never does. She spent the next ten minutes convincing him to bring you over that night to eat dinner and chat before he finally caved.

She ran off, pleased with herself, but not before yelling. “Oh! And you might want to wear a turtleneck!”

He gave a confused stare for a second before realization and mortification came over him as he remembered the very visible bruises on his neck.

He knew you had a mischievous look before he left the house- you did it on purpose!

Extra:

11:35 PM the previous night

Dick got home, a mix of amusement and embarrassment lingering on his face.

Suddenly, the light turned on, with Tim, Duke, Steph, Damian, and Cass ready to interrogate him. They knew exactly where he was!

So he started telling the story, but then Bruce got back from a patrol so he joined the group.

Finally, Dick told the whole story, definitely not skipping any details, and covering Damian’s ears at the… not so kid-friendly parts. (It didn’t matter that Damian was a teenager who knew about sex ed- he’ll always be the baby of the family.)

Everyone was shocked- Bruce hid his face in his hand, trying to disguise his embarrassment for disappointment.

Tim was in-between laughing and dying. He wanted to know every detail, yet none at all.

Steph was asking question after question, practically painting a picture. She was curious.

Cass stood SHOCKED. Jason did WHAT??

Duke was also shocked, trying to figure out if he should cover his ears, or just bury himself alive.

Then Alfred came into the kitchen, having been woken up, and everybody scattered.

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(Sorry this wasn’t a lot. I didn’t know really what to do. If you have a specific request with this prompt, lmk! I already did a reader meeting Jason’s family, so feel free to read that here.)

Thanks for all the support guys! I have another request I’m working on rn that I’m researching for bcs I’m not as familiar with the fandom

Anyway! Feel free to leave requests! I am having so much fun with this writing spree! Y’all are awesome!

[softh0neycomb]

Wine Gums

Word count: 1.3k

CW: slight NSFW.

You swallow again, face growing hot as you take in more details. You want to climb this man like a tree. 

You’ve always been too curious for your own good, so when a friend sends you a link to one of those weird personal ads on a murky corner of the internet, you click it. 

You read through the post, once, twice and then a third time for good measure. 

This man, he’s looking for a roommate. You clock the location and hiss between your teeth. That place is fancy. You walk past it on your way to work, all shining glass and polished stone, doormen and security. You’re pretty sure it has a pool on the roof. It’s so out of your league you don’t even daydream about it. 

It’s why you had to read the post three times, because from the sounds…well read of it. 

He’s offering it for free. No rent required. It’s at the top of the post, in bold, unmissable. 

No, what he wants is unconventional. 

I’m in the military, I’m a busy man and don’t have time to foster relationships and the like when I could be deployed at a moment's notice. I’m looking for a roommate who’d consent to performing/engaging with sex acts with me whenever I require it.  I believe the correct term is ‘free use.’ In return you would get to live in the flat rent free, all bills and utilities paid for. You’d get all the perks that come with being a resident of the building including gym and pool access. I would provide additional money if I wanted to see you in something specific. 

Then, underneath, an honest to god application form. 

You don’t consider yourself vanilla by any means, but free use is not a kink you’re entirely familiar with. Which leads you to your second too-curious-for-your-own-good click of the evening. 

Alice down the proverbial rabbit hole. 

After shifting through layers of misogyny disguised as kink. You find a couple of good blogs who engage in the practice, most of them are married but their depictions of what their ‘play’ looks like gets you a lot hotter than some of the frankly, heinous, captions written on the popular porn blog sites. 

You press your thighs together after reading one particular account of a woman who calls herself ‘Lola.’ 

I’m wet nearly all of the time now as it is, the thought that he could just..take whatever he wants always in the back of my mind so when we settle down to watch a movie I don’t think about it, not even when he pulls me onto his lap, shushing me when I ask what he’s doing. He flips up my skirt, unzips his jeans and sinks me onto his cock. Then he goes back to watching the movie. I try to grind on him and he slaps my thigh. “I just want you to keep my cock warm whilst we watch the film.” He doesn’t move, not until near the end when I’m out of my mind and spacy, he starts bouncing me on his cock, groaning at how wet the sounds are. 

You can see it in your head, strong hands wrapped around your hips, keeping you still. Full. You bite your lip. 

You’ve got a job as a media assistant, if anything you’re a glorified intern. Drowning in student debt despite graduation being a few years ago now, stretching paychecks to their limit and the thought of not having to worry about rent or bills is a really, really fucking nice thought. You don’t know whether it’s that thought, the fact you’re pent up from looking at porn for a few hours or the two glasses of wine you’d had with dinner but…you click the application form. 

It’s a thorough document, it asks questions about everything, your experience, what you like and dislike, why you’re applying. 

You pour another glass of wine. It makes you bolder, so when you reach the question. Why are you submitting an application? You don’t hold back, it’s a full stream of tipsy consciousness pouring out of you. 

Because I’ve had, to be quite honest, a really shitty day and my friend sent me this to make me laugh, i guess. jokes on her though cos i’m three glasses of wine deep after researching what free use is and right now nothing sounds better than letting someone else think about bills and shite. i’m drowning in student debt…plus the whole idea sounds pretty hot y’know? being like a toy, a doll for someone. 

You fill out the rest of the application in the same way, before falling asleep on the sofa. Drool pooling at the corner of your mouth. 

Across the city, Simon’s laptop pings. He starts a little when he sees it's an application form. He didn’t expect anyone to really respond to him, it was more of a hope and a prayer. 

He laughs more than he should reading some of your responses. 

What are some of your dislikes? I hate washin up and having to put the bins out wait this is probably like a sex thing right? Um oh fuck, i don’t like needles or like um bodily fluids that belong in the toilet. Kinda a suck it and see girl though? 

Have you ever done anal? Not unless my own fingers count? Surprisingly few men I’ve met are into it, which is weird, i thought all men wanted it. I’ve got a plug at any rate its pink. 

Attached to the form are a few selfies and a tasteful nude that you’ve taken in a mirror, wrapped in lingerie. Simon chokes on his own spit. He sends an email back, attaching an offer for a flat tour and a photo of himself, mask on. Explaining that he only shows his face to people he trusts fully. For security. He drains the last of his bourbon and stretches, a tiny grimace flitting over his features when a joint pops before moving to the bedroom. Quietly hopeful. 

You wake the next morning to a wine headache and a dry mouth, you wince at the stream of light filtering in from the gap in the curtains. Your laptop sits there innocuously, you avoid looking at the screen. Dragging yourself off the sofa and into your tiny kitchen, you flick the kettle on and rummage for a clean mug, if it were earlier in the month you might have taken yourself out for an actual coffee, but right now, you’re in necessities only mode. 

You do, however, add two heaped teaspoons of instant coffee into your mug and more sugar than you usually would before drifting back to the sofa and turning your laptop back on. 

(1) Unread notification 

You swallow reflexively, suddenly nervous, coffee not helping your dry mouth. Your brain spirals with a thousand what if’s and worse case scenarios. You shake your head roughly and click the message open. 

Fucking hell. 

The man, Ghost, is a giant. The photo, taken in a full length mirror, is a simple one. There’s no camera angles or tricks that could fake shoulders that prodigious. You swallow again, face growing hot as you take in more details. You want to climb this man like a tree. 

You exhale when you read his offer of a flat tour, knots in your chest loosening as you read his sign off. 

A right lovely one you are, pretty bird all dolled up in lingerie. 

You message back accepting the offer of a flat tour and asking if he could do a Sunday as its your quietest day and your only guaranteed day off. Once it’s sent you drag yourself to the shower, self aware enough to know you’ll fixate if you don’t occupy your time with something else. 

If you get off in the shower thinking about Ghost and the way his shoulders filled out the black compression top he was wearing and what his voice might sound like. 

That’s no one’s business but yours. 

[aurora-starshine]

Hey there- Ho there - Hi there! :D

So I have a few questions!

I am curious of some parts of the school

1] How the sorting happens? Like what is the ritual?

2] What each dorm is like look and vibe wise? Also how do the students get into them? Like is there a Mirror Halls like place for them as well? Do they also have housewardens as well? What determines who became a housewarden if there is one?

3] What sort of classes are in the school and what sort of clubs are there?

I think knowing these it helps a lot of other OC creators.

Thank you for your answers in advance! ^^

Alrighty! top down, lets go! Cutoff because its a very, very long post:

1. When each girl comes to the school for orientation, they are brought into a large Observatory. Each first year will take a turn coming up to a large floating star, and wordlessly it will glow in the color of their dorm. Blue - Wonderwacken Purple - Nottingwood Green - Atlantivilla Teal - Jawharaoasis Red - Blancwittchen Orange - Astrapiheros Pink - Belladormir

2. Each dorm can be accessed similarly to the dorms in NRC, through a hall of doors. Each student is given a key adorned with symbols of their dorm, this is needed to open the door. So guests need to be let in by a girl from that respective dorm. Each door is similarly decorated by symbols for the dorm (Roses for Belladormir, Shells for Atlantivilla, etc) The vibes vary for each dorm, but theyre pretty peaceful overall. For Wonderwacken, it's various mid sized buildings, each decorated like some aspect of Wonderland. such as a house based on the mushrooms, or the white rabbits cottage. all surrounded by a colorful forest that glows softly at night For Atlantivilla it is a castle by the seaside. A large beach is the main focus for most of the students, perfect for surfing, swimming, and tanning. The castle is also nice, with colorful caribbean decor Jawharaoasis is very similar to Scarabia, only that it is surrounding a large Oasis. Students here are known to favor swimming in the cooling water, or studying under the shady trees

Blancwittchen is a bit odd in that instead of a central building, or several larger buildings, it is instead cottages that house four first years, two second years, and one first year. These smaller groups usually become good friends

Astrapiheros is one big giant roman style castle, surrounding a courtyard big enough for its students to study, train, and generally spend time together in. Its walls are painted with murals of old myths Nottingwood is akin to an old english town. a central castle where most of its activities and study places are, and smaller houses which are fairly close together to act as rooms. its easy to walk from ones "house" to the castle And Belladormir is one giant castle with enough rooms for its students, surrounded by fields of grass and flowers. The castle interior is the most classical with its stone walls and nearly ceiling high stained glass windows. It also hosts a large garden which is the most common hang out spot for the dorm.

Instead of housewardens, the leaders of each dorm is called the "Princess". it is one of the most controversial parts of the charm school, as with each batch of new students, there's a chance the star from orientation will choose a new princess for the dorm. For instance, when Allison arrived, the title of princess was taken from a third year, and given to her. Many questions have been asked to the current head of the school, but she has been unable to answer why the star does this 3. The current classes and clubs are as follows: Classes: Etiquette, Choir, PE, Politics and leadership, Dance, Riding, Literature, Art, Home economics, history, Animal languages, Mathmatics, Astrology, etc (A lack of magic courses because this is not considered a mage school, but instead a charm school) Clubs: Boardgame, Animal care, Equestrian, Music, Tennis (But this is very likely to grow as more characters are added, so if you have a club idea, go for it!)

[queereads-bracket]

Hello, thank you for asking! Answer privately/anonymized per request but publicly, since I saw some other people bring it up in the notes on the poll as well, so it seemed worth posting—both re: Babel specifically and my overall approach to Things In Grey Areas  

I haven’t personally read Babel, but from the impression I got from reviews, yours is not an uncommon feeling or reaction! 

When I’m vetting submissions, I check for “is it [genre parameters in some way]” and “is it [queer in some way]” and sometimes it’s very easy to say “oh nope, this is a YA book in the Adult SFF” or “whoops, that’s nonfiction” etc (though even things like genre can sometimes get slippery) 

And sometimes people have WILDLY different takes on the content of the book or its representation. For Babel specifically, looking through various reviews and reactions, I absolutely saw people saying things like “this was pitched to me with queer representation and I was massively let down” and I also saw people going “this is a queer book and I’m dying on this hill” (though I didn’t know the added context here of author criticism re: lack of gender/sexuality diversity in other books) 

In those situations, where there’s ambiguity or varying Opinions, I tend to err on the side of including. My feeling is: if people think it belongs, they can vote for it; if they think it doesn’t belong, they can vote against it. That way, it doesn’t come down to My Personal Opinion Only, especially when I may not always be an expert on the thing in question 

I also think it’s worth pointing out when things are subtexty/grey area-y, because it helps manage people’s expectations and make decisions about what they might like (or not like) to read—so I appreciate you doing so!

and When the Angels Left the Old Country also wound up making it nice and simple by pulling ahead in the last few hours!

[ariaxco]

hi aria! i love your posts but i need some help. i wanna upgrade my personality this summer. i wanna be cute, kind literally a total sweetheart! but i have no idea where and how to start. help me, angel 🫠

hi angel! okay first of all, i love that you want to be genuinely sweet - but let's get one thing straight. everyone thinks being sweet means saying yes to everything and letting people walk all over you. wrong.

how to become genuinely sweet without being a doormat ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･🍯

real sweetness comes from being secure enough to be kind without needing anything back. it's confidence dressed up as kindness.

✦ start with yourself first. listen babe, you can't pour from an empty cup. be sweet to yourself before you try to be sweet to anyone else. talk to yourself like you would your best friend. forgive your mistakes. celebrate your wins. mean girls to themselves make terrible sweet girls to others. how are you gonna love others if you don't love yourself first?

✦ listen more than you talk. this is where most people mess up - they think being sweet means talking more, complimenting more, doing more. nope. sweet people make others feel heard. put your phone down when someone's talking to you. ask follow-up questions. remember what people tell you. "how did that job interview go?" hits different when someone actually remembers you mentioned it last week.

✦ compliment genuinely, not desperately. please stop throwing around empty "omg you're so pretty" to everyone. it's not sweet, it's shallow. find something specific you actually like. "your laugh is contagious" or "you always know the perfect thing to say" means way more than generic pretty comments. make people feel seen, not just flattered.

✦ be kind, not naive. here's the thing nobody tells you - sweetness doesn't mean stupidity. you can be gentle and still have boundaries. you can be caring and still call out bad behavior. "that's not okay, but I still care about you" is peak sweet girl energy. don't confuse kindness with being a pushover.

✦ show up consistently. sweet isn't a weekend costume you put on when you feel like it. check on your friends when they're going through it. remember birthdays without facebook reminding you. bring coffee to your coworker having a rough day. small gestures, big consistency. that's what makes people think "she's just genuinely good."

✦ stop keeping score. the second you start expecting reciprocation, you're not being sweet anymore - you're doing business. be kind because it feels good in your soul, not because you want something back. that energy shift? people can feel it.

✦ defend others when they can't defend themselves. real sweetness has teeth, baby. speak up for the quiet girl being gossiped about. include the person sitting alone at lunch. sweet girls protect other people's feelings, not just their own. that's when you know you've leveled up from performative nice to genuinely sweet.

✦ remember people's small details. their coffee order, their pet's name, that thing they're stressed about at work. sweet people make others feel important by paying attention to the little things that matter to them.

✦ apologize when you mess up, mean it. don't just say sorry to make things go away. actually acknowledge what you did wrong and how it affected them. "i'm sorry i was late, i know your time is valuable" hits different than "sorry i'm late."

✦ celebrate other people's wins like they're your own. hype up your friends' achievements. share their good news. be genuinely excited when good things happen to them. jealousy is the opposite of sweetness.

✦ learn to give without announcing it. help people quietly. don't post about every good deed on social media. real sweetness doesn't need an audience.

✦ master the art of gentle honesty. sweet doesn't mean fake. if someone asks for your opinion, give it kindly but truthfully. "i think the blue dress is more flattering on you" instead of lying or being brutally honest.

you've got this, angel. start small, be consistent, and remember -

true sweetness is strength in a soft package. be sugar, not saccharine. 🍯

what other topics do you want me to dive into? drop me an ask if you want posts about confidence, friendships, getting your life together, or literally anything else that's been on your mind lately! i love hearing what you're struggling with

[erinwantstowrite]

if you want people to get into the canon comics and lead everyone away from fanon misinterpretation (which is a losing battle because there will ALWAYS be this) then why not be helpful instead of being a dick about it 🤨

the comics are hard to get into because it's hard to know where to start, and there's so much content that people are able to fill themselves in by reading fanfic or watching something on tiktok or seeing posts about it on here. perhaps instead of telling people they're stupid for not realizing your favorite character is being mishandled by others, you could write up a list of your favorite comics and/or how, if you could read them for the first time again, you would order your favorite comics to get the best reading experience. and also write your own fanfiction and draw your own fanart or make a passionate post, answer questions politely

[ebonytails]

maybe im just dumb but what is the difference between kris p and kris t?

TL;DR - They are Kris Dreemurr fictives and we needed a way to differentiate them

Oh you're not dumb, don't worry! It really is a little confusing because we haven't talked about who they or we are in a very long time. I'm going to talk a lot here so you have all the context you might need! If it''s too long,, the TL;DR above is the gist of it.

For context, we are a system! You can read about it a little in our FAQ

Kris T and Kris P are TWO Kris introjects/fictives of Kris Dreemurr from Deltarune in our system.

Originally we just had Kris T who split in Dec 2018, and then when Chapter 2 came out, Kris P came into our system after that. Of course at first, Kris T. was just "Kris", but since we had a double now, we had to figure out how to differentiate between the two. We knew another Kris fictive from a different system at this time who was nicknamed P. Kris by Susie in our system, and susie wanted to emphasize who she was talking about.

SO. As a small nod to that, everyone decided to nickname Kris P as Kris P, as an inverse of P. Kris.

A little convoluted, I know!

Besides being Kris introjects/fictives though, they also look different! I made some new drawings to try and showcase their differences if that helps :3?

Their dark world forms also look different. Kris T's is simpler, with a shiny soft cape, while Kris P's is more complicated with a hooded cape, which is also described as "very comfortable"

Here's a whole Toyhouse of images of how Kris T. looks like right now! There's also his reference ! vvv

Sorry if you weren't interested in our "life story"! They're not just random characterizations (they are alters), so I wasn't sure how to answer w/o giving you some sort of explanation.

They have their own sideblogs, so if you have specific questions directed towards them, you can always ask here because we'll see it better, or you can send them an ask in their own blogs. Kris T's is @kristalpepsi, and Kris P's is @itswhattheycallyou

[inkesse]

For the first time ever, I used tarot as a method to try and contact Lord Apollo. I've been anxious about it for a while, but today the sun shone brightly and I saw some beautiful art of him, so I just.. felt compelled to give it a try. It went better than I ever could have expected and I truly do feel cared for, and that what I do in devotion to him is enough.

[welcometoteyvat]

arlecchino's official title is "father" when house of hearth members refer to her ......... please just one chance please please

[gingeredmink]

of course i'm using last drawing as an excuse to draw my boy [gender neutral] being adorable af. kinda wild how I haven't drawn anything for the tuxedo effect, their awkward little bow is the cutest thing ever

also aaaye hype [I spent way too much time going through the store looking for Misery Signals cds for zero reason, they're not even with Pure Noise. AND I was hoping to see Controller for some reason, that album was with Ferret Records which is gone. and to top it off forgot to order new knocked loose ;-; ]

[bibleofficial]

obsessed w gen alpha

[m1ssunderstanding]

"Does John sincerely think he’s helping everyone by getting Klein? Or is it more selfish? "

I don't think this is necessarily an either/or. He alludes himself in the lunchroom tapes to trying to stop his manipulative behaviour before catching himself "at it again". And honestly, with how Get Back shows how much they needed a manager, I think it would have been easy to convince himself it was necessary for the band, even if it needed some manoeuvring around Paul to do.

And honestly, I see a similar line in Paul's actions around that time that read as selfish to the other members - I think he justified it to himself as for the good of the band and the truth was likely somewhere in between, though I think Paul generally lacked the self awareness to be able to catch himself acting more for his own self interest.

Also as an aside on the Klein thing, I can't remember the source but I read something about how he practically bragged of using certain similarities in his parental background and upbringing with John - I think he have may also been brought up by an aunt? - to gain his trust and it made John's enthusiasm for how well Klein understood him more understandable and sadder to me - but yes, he's oddly manipulable in general for someone generally so emotionally perceptive. On those occasions, I think he really wants to believe.

*Insert Paul McCartney Voice* Oh, you’re so right. Everything in this ask was so correct. Thank you for sending in your wisdom.

John not only being aware of, but actively trying to prevent, his manipulative tendencies is a very important point. Maybe he likes that Klein will give him more power in the band, and yeah, maybe he realizes he’ll need to sneak behind Paul’s back to get Klein, but yeah. They did need a manager. So he is off course thinking of the band. And Paul himself has specifically said multiple times that he hates trying to “boss” or “manage” or “produce” the Beatles, so John is probably also thinking of Paul.

Oh, that aside, though. I think I did hear somewhere that Klein did have a similar familial background to John (Referenced in Steel and Glass). I didn’t know he’d bragged about using that similarity to gain John’s trust. The last sentence is just so painfully true. “On those occasions, I think he Wants to believe.” Yeah. That’s John. That poor man had his heart stomped on so many times and still chose to open himself up again and again. Paul has the reputation for stalwart optimism, but I think John might actually have him beat there. 

[compacflt]

okay so obviously the whole point of ESTD is that ice is unhappy because he cannot accept that he loves maverick because he must serve his country and at the end he realizes how stupid that is when maverick dies!! but…do you think that your ice and maverick could have ever been happy had maverick forced ice to talk about it earlier on? do you see any potential for them to live their lives not publicly but also not as a complete secret? a world where slider would have known ice was happy and seen what caused that (his love for maverick)?

maverick, venice Italy, 2002: um i 🥺👉🏻👈🏻 love you actually

ice: 😳🤯😗 ok! I love you too let’s make this work!

…

ice, 2002: ok i think we should follow caroles orders and pull Bradley’s papers from the academy and also i am leaving you to get my second star because my career still comes first sry

maverick: i know we literally just codified our relationship but uh you suck i am breaking up with you forever fuck you

(relationship ends .)

[itzphynix]

I changed my mind. Hater behavior is undeserved, when it comes to works, & idgaf about holding creators accountable when their games are mid, anymore.

[connormoving]

aww its kinda cute finding me complaining abt my dads whole lisa thing from 2017. honestly so overshadowed by everything else and also i was so annoying when i was 12 aw .