#More to come probably. Sorry. They're Getting Me

[moonstruckme]

OMG IDEA....

Fwb doctor! Remus- so reader ends up at his work sick and then he ends up being the one to treat them like 'why didn't you tell me' and they're like 'well you're not my boyfriend so I didn't-' and whatever else but basically that prompts them to have the awkward convo that goes from fwb to dating

Thanks!

cw: mention of nausea, allusion to past sex but no sex takes place in this

fwb!doctor!Remus x fem!reader ♡ 1.3k words

“Oh.” Remus falters halfway through the door. You look up from your phone, clearly as surprised to see him as he is to see you. You blink a couple of times as though clearing a film, your lips parting on a breath. Remus wishes his first thought were something more practical, something other than that it’s absurdly attractive. He may be developing a sort of Pavlovian response to you. “Hello.” 

“Hi,” you say, as shy as if this is the first time you’ve met. “What are you…” Your eyes move down to his coat, to the clipboard in his hands. “Do you work here?” 

“Yeah.” His voice sounds a tad softer than usual, and it’s the strangeness of that—him acting so out of place in an environment where he’s supposed to be an authority—that helps Remus remember himself. He steps the rest of the way into the exam room, closing the door behind him. “I take it you’re not here to see me.” 

A tiny smile graces your lips. “I might’ve been, if I’d known.” 

“Maybe next time.” Remus sets down his clipboard, opting to get his answers from you instead as he leans against the desk across from you. “What brings you in?” 

“I’ve, um…well, it feels weird talking about my problems now that it’s you.” 

Remus ignores how that stings. “It doesn’t need to. This is my job; I promise I can take care of you just the same as anyone else. Of course,” he forces himself to tack on, “if you’d be more comfortable with someone else, I can arrange that. You may just have to wait a while longer.” 

“That’s okay,” you say. “I’m fine with you. Sorry, it’s just different, you know?” 

Remus softens. He does know, to some extent. If he imagines himself going to get a cup of coffee, or boarding an airplane, or calling maintenance to his apartment and then finding out that you work there (He actually has no clue what you do, either, he realizes now. That’ll have to be remedied.), it would probably be a bit of an adjustment for him as well. 

“Nothing to be sorry for,” he assures you. “We can go about this however you’re comfortable. Do you want to tell me what’s bothering you?” 

“Right, yeah.” You’re playing with your fingers, not quite looking at him. You’re acting shy, in a way Remus had almost forgotten you could be. It’s fucking adorable, honestly. He assumes it’s because of this new environment and the shift in the dynamic between you, but it amuses him to think of you being more self-conscious in clothes than out of them. He wants to tease you, but he has a new role to play, too. “I’ve not been able to eat very much lately?” 

Remus feels his brows come down. 

“I’ve just been feeling rather nauseous,” you say, picking at your nail. “I thought maybe I was nauseous because I wasn’t eating, but eating didn’t seem to help either, so.” 

“How long has this been going on?” he asks. 

“A few days. Almost a week.” 

You know what he’s going to say. Remus knows you know, because your eyes flicker up to his for just a moment, sheepish. 

He was with you two nights ago. 

“Why didn’t you tell me?” 

“I’m sorry,” you say, quietly. “I know I should have, but I really didn’t think it was contagious.” 

“That’s not what I’m worried about.” Remus feels his body gravitating towards you. Wanting to touch you, hold you, envelop you. He keeps it where it is. “It’s just that we spent all that time together, and you didn’t mention once that you weren’t feeling well.” 

“Well, I didn’t know that you did—” you gesture vaguely about the room “—this at the time.” 

“Even so.” 

You shrug, looking heartachingly unsure of yourself. “I don’t know. I didn’t think it was relevant. It’s not the sort of thing we usually talk about, is it? I mean, you’re not, like…” 

Remus can fill in the blanks. It hurts to do it. He’s not your boyfriend. He’s not someone you open up to about the everyday things in life. For fuck’s sake, you haven’t even asked each other what you do for work. 

But you are something to each other, aren’t you? Aren’t you at least friends? It’s not like all the time you spend together is taken up by wordless, impersonal, utilitarian sex. Remus tries to spend time with you before or after. At first it was just to make himself feel better about the transactional aspect of your relationship, but it wasn’t long until he was just doing it because he wanted to. He’s bought you coffee, and dinners, and pastries. He’s fixed the squeaky leg on your bed. You’ve sat on the roof of your building together and made up stories for passersby on the sidewalk below. He’s made you eggy toast in his kitchen. Your clothes have been in his dryer, for Christ’s sake; what could be more intimate than that?

“I’m your friend,” he says, because he won’t be leaving any room for argument, not on this. “You can tell me these things. You can tell me anything you like.” 

“Oh,” you say softly. You have that same look as when Remus first came in, like you’re seeing him entirely differently. “Okay. I didn’t know.” 

He feels his lips twitch. “Well, now you know.” 

“Okay,” you say again. Blinking. 

Remus puts you out of your misery. “Have you noticed anything else out of the ordinary?” 

You start listing symptoms, tentative, unsure. Remus forces himself to stay right where he is and listen rather than step forward to take your temperature, or get your blood pressure, or any of the other things that would help him get to the bottom of this more quickly. He doesn’t usually have to hold himself back, with other patients. It’s just that you…well, while Remus always cares about making things better for his patients as soon as he can, it’s possible that he cares just a little bit more in this case. It’s also possible that there’s still an instinctive part of him just dying to get closer to you. He wants to feel you beneath his hands and know that you’re okay. 

“Alright,” he says once you’re done, taking his stethoscope from around his neck, “I need to check a few things to be sure, but I think I know what we’re dealing with.” 

“Really?” Your expression glows with relief. A flicker of humor warms your eyes. “How did I know you’d be good at your job?” 

Remus hums, pleased beyond reason at your assessment of him. “You’ll need a prescription. You’re my last appointment of the day, so, if you’ll let me, I can take you to pick it up and get you set up at home afterwards.” 

“Oh, Remus…” You look up at him as the bell of his stethoscope settles over your heart. He ignores the drumbeat to hear you. “You don’t have to. I know we’re friends now, but that’s too much. You’re not obligated to do those sorts of things for me.” 

“I’d like to do those sorts of things for you,” he responds unflinchingly. “It wouldn’t be out of obligation, it’d be because I want to.” 

Your heartbeat ratchets up. “I don’t want to feel like a job for you.” 

“Sweetheart” —there it is again, that soft tone. Entirely unprofessional— “you could never be a job. I love spending time with you, alright? I’d love to look after you, if you’d be okay with it.” 

“I love spending time with you, too,” you murmur, so sweet Remus could kiss you if that wouldn’t truly put him at risk of getting fired. And yet he’s still thinking about it. “Of course you’re welcome to come over if you want to. I just…I don’t know how to…” 

It’s clear by now that Remus is a weaker man than he thought himself to be. He gives in, covering your lips with his. 

“We’ll figure it out,” he promises you.

[kz4nn]

*Blows up your front door with Subspace Tripmine* Hey how's it going? can I request the survivors (and if you like also the killers) from Forsaken thoughts on the new arrival reader who is a Fisher person?

plot suggestion: the other survivors are happy that you're around because they no longer have to just eat pizza or chicken but they are sad that you were pulled into this and worried that you're not going to last that long in the trials (or whatever they're called) but luckily for them you're actually pretty capable in them with your fishing rod, traps, and some other assortment of fishing gear.

-🥭Anon

[ Coughs ocugh...Could have greeted me more nicely without that subspace tripmine!! ]

> FORSAKEN; "Thoughts on the Fisher!Reader?"

─── ⋆⋅ ☾⋅⋆ ───

> With each round passing, every survivor fought for their own lives in their own way. Whether protecting themselves, protecting others, or helping everyone.

Every night was an endless loop of running and surviving from those killers, what they had on their hands were what they only had.

Until — a new guest has arrived to the cabin.

[ SURVIVORS ! ]

// Noob ; "T-Thank you..!" – The distressed fellow were often grateful for the support and contribution you've given to the team so far, they promise to themselves someday that they'II find a way to repay you and others eventually. Though at the back of their mind, they were a little afraid on how this hell will affect you sooner considering the participants' ongoing state here recently—but they did attempt to convince themselves that you''II be just fine.

// 007n7 ; "Thank you for your support, I will attempt to pay you back eventually." – What a polite men! He seems quite nice to talk to, though the others often acts off around or to him. You're not sure of what kind of history happened for him to be treated that way, for now.

// Guest 1337 ; "Your service is appreciated, I make sure to keep everyone safe." – For a soldier whose each battle scar are a testament proof of strength, he holds such a tender heart for those who are close to him. His strength and bravery plays as a role for the team. A soldier should not complain about the source of sustenance they receive, a singular fish is enough to get him into work.

// Chance ; "Thanks for the fish, pal!" – He is surprisingly grateful to be given just a fish to eat, they probably had been stuck in this place for a long time that anything is enough for him. Despite with a high amount of money he actually owns, he is quite a chill guy to be around though they tend to not take things seriously; which could end up negatively at a few ends.

// Two Time ; "May pleasant fortune comes to you and others." – When you arrived once, a few survivors told you about the fellow but perhaps they were correct about them being a little insane in their membrane. One time, all of you was suppose to have fish for dinner after a round ended and Two Time voluntereed to help by cooking. However, the moment they held the knife; they looked like they were about to spiral in madness.

// Elliot ; "I will give you a taste of my pizza as a gratitude!" – He likes the fact there is a newcomer in the team and is able to support others too, especially in needs of food. As a way to repay you in his own way, he will try to make sure to leave one last pizza for you in the cabin every time a round ends. Free pizza! Quite a pleasant reward for your doings.

> There, that is all what I have for them now as my first request here. I tried my best not to mischaracterize anyone here and even looked at their wikis, so I apologies if some responses seem Out-of-character!!

> Btw, this is kind of rushed too and I'm sorry for that since school just started recently–

[chelnciel]

Ch 29

Or we're finally getting closer to KGHR being canon

Ok, I'm writing this after the release of ch 30 in Japan, but as always, I like to get my thoughts out before reading the new chapter (or spoilers, which this time appeared very quickly) so I've been staying away from Twitter and other places, but I don't think I'll be able to stay in the bunker much longer. So, I took the notes that unfortunately I hadn't been able to develop in these months (my life is in hard mode right now), reread the last chapters and started writing since I want to take a little time and scream with everyone about this new chapter.

OMG OMG OMG OMG

I don't know where to start... Kagi really is so hungry for Hirano! I saw where you were looking young man! I don't know if he can take much more considering he keeps looking at him with those eyes:

But I'll go in order... OMG Ichinose feeling uncomfortable because he thought they were already dating! I'm dying! And he had them totally identified! And damn, he's direct! He didn't give Hirano any chance to overlook what he saw. He immediately takes advantage and gets him talking (a special mention in this sequence, I love how the mood changes).

Hirano saying they're not dating yet... yet... I mean, he wants to go out with Kagi? And Ichinose being like, "Congratulations on your relationship, which is going great!"

He can finally tell someone everything that's been going on!! Although

I'd love to know what Ichinose thought about what the boys have been trying... While Hirano can only remember Kagi hugging him and taking him by the waist, Ichinose blushes and is left wondering, "What have they been doing?!" Calm down, honey, it's nothing inappropriate for a decent dorm.

And Hirano took the opportunity to ask him since he doesn't have anyone he feels comfortable talking to about this topic. It hurt me to think about it. But it's just that his best friend, the person he's closest to and trusts the most, is the person he's confused about... of course he wouldn't have anyone to talk to! At first I thought it would be Sasaki who would help him put his thoughts in order, but it makes perfect sense to me that in the end it would be Ichinose who would help him. Sasaki seemed to want to stay out of it, but I'm sure they will talk in the future (that ssmy ch won't leave my memory, no sir).

But he's starting to feel different...because while he has no problem touching him, he does when it comes to being touched and he doesn't want to kiss the person he likes? And I feel sorry for my poor boy squeezing the umbrella because that he thought that it's not the same love

that he can't accept everything Kagi wants and offers him, and that there's a line he can't cross, that prevents him from being with his cherished kouhai

I said it, he wants to reciprocate him, he really wants to reciprocate! And to think that that has him distraught breaks my heart.

But there's Ichinose telling him that there's not only one kind of love... And that's exactly what my dear Hirano needed needed to get out of the deadlock he was in.

Hirano already knows that he loves him! Now he needs to understand if he can deal with Kagi's more physical love.

Aaaah, Ichinose is finally his sempai. Hirano needed someone more “grown-up” and with a different perspective to guide him and help him see from another angle what he didn't know. I loved how naturally Ichinose took it, and that he gave that space to my blond to talk and sort out his ideas.

And the sun coming out when he understands that there can be more than one kind of love and that it's nice that those feelings are reciprocated...his head finally clearing a bit and coming out of the storm of confusion. Plus he looks so cute in this panel!

HIRANO IN HIS CHEERLEADER UNIFORM. God, he's so cute!

100% agreed Miyano's reaction

And probably if Kagi knew Miyano was looking at Hirano here, he probably would have had a jealous fit.

And Niibashi doing the same thing as Hirano! Tying clothes to the balls so he could score more!

In the end they're both stubborn, strong-willed and weak with Kagi <3.

The whole page 22 is so cute! Seeing them so close like that, with that relaxed and friendly attitude, I love that they are so friendly, so inseparable, so comfortable with each other.

Hahaha, Hirano grew about 10 cm… So he started school at about 1.7 m tall, and he's a couple more to go before reaching 1.8 m. And that next to Kagi he looks so small but he's really not small at all

And Hirano thinking that skies look good on Kagi!!!!!!! I died with this!!

I love that scene where he says that the sky looks good on him. I feel like that's the first time he actually sees Kagi and thinks he's handsome. I mean, he knows he's handsome and he's said it countless times, but this time he associates it with something he loves. He is looking at him as something he loves, with eyes of love, not just as a friend (and he's embarrassed by it).

Sure, in the novel Hirano repeats a thousand times that Kagi is handsome:

and he's already said he has a good body

now he is already looking at him with dreamy eyes thinking about how good he looks... soon he'll be in that dreamy state of falling in love!!! Wait, then we'll get even more handsome panels of Kagi!!!

And while he's thinking about how handsome he looks, he comes up with the idea of ​​asking him if he wants to kiss him (quick association for Hirano). I was impressed at how calm Kagi was in that moment, since it was a question that really came out of nowhere. But he, super relaxed, answers, "Of course!" But this question got me thinking:

So Hirano never knew that in ch24 he was going to be kissed? What did he think was going on when Kagi was inches from his lips, whispering to him that he had no idea how serious he was about him?

Back to chapter 29, Kagi is definitely so direct ❤️ And I think he knows Hirano so well that he ends up making it clear that he doesn't want to go out with him just to kiss him, but that he's the person he most wants to be with, that this is his love. 

But Hirano believing that it's not the same kind of love, because he doesn't have the inherent urge to touch and kiss... and that relief he feels when he realizes that Kagi actually wants to be with him 

t's not just a physical attraction, he wants to be with him forever. It is finally what he feels. Because he gets distressed when he thinks Kagi wants to kiss him (which would be just that kind of love, I love how it's reflected in his hands and posture that he gets depressed) and relaxes again when Kagi tells him she wants to be with him.

I insist, Hirano will be the one to kiss Kagi. He no longer refuses or is surprised to be asked for the 10 seconds, and actually he didn't say no to touching, it was just that it's not a good place since he doesn't want them to get caught again (they won't have the same luck again).

Thank goodness Hirano said no to Kagi about using the 10-second in the courtyard, because the kouhai just arrived to interrupt.

I hate the basketball kouhai... he's constantly after Kagi and won't leave him alone with Hirano. It's been at least 2 times now that he interrupts their conversations (Now that Kagi is a sempai, he has to split what little free time he has) but I feel like he's an annoying limpet.

OMG Kagi will have to compete in the search race!!! Will he have to find who he loves the most? Well, I don't think this will happen since I guess Miyano would have been extra vigilant if someone kidnapped Hirano at that festival.

And if summer is already coming, we'll get to see Hirano in his summer uniform! Because so far in the manga we've only seen him in winter uniform. ARGH!!!! If I remember correctly the last time we see Hirano in his summer uniform is in ch 21.5

o I just want to see him in his summer uniform in sensei's current style (how his drawing style has improved!).

So now that he knows how he feels about Kagi, he'll be more aware of all their two-way flirting? Because they're always glancing at each other and talking super close, and being in each other's personal space... I guess now he might be a little more aware of it, more aware of Kagi, even if just a little bit.

I LOVE that Hirano touches Kagi's head to slyly give him what he wants while still getting on with the task of herding his lazy classmate.

And all that calm dialogue, thinking, "Wow, so it could be the same kind of love.".. He takes it so relaxed, so peacefully that I really like that we don't see a gay panic or anything. He just understands and things quietly fall into place while his student life continues. The final scene of the chapter, and the title got me so emotional! In the end, that's their way of being together and I love it.

I love the parallel... While Sasaki confesses and is really nervous,, Hirano is finally realizing what love is for him. Maybe not exactly the same love (Hirano asexual or demi is a reality), but it's love and he wants to be with Kagiura.

And that's why he comes so calmly to Sasaki, where Sasaki is thinking that expressing his feelings is so hard and then wishing he could be cooler about them... Hirano is so cool, having just figured out his feelings, just comes looking for him... When I read ssmy I would NEVER have thought that Hirano at that moment came from talking to his roommate and going through his realization. Never! Acting all relaxed about it and looking gorgeous in the cheerleader outfit.

An aside: he really knows how to find Sasaki! He doesn't hesitate and doesn't waver, he knows exactly where to find him, in a cool place lounging around. So he knows him pretty well, actually.

About ch 30... If Hirano already has the idea and he's sure it's the same kind of love, I think he won't wait too long to tell Kagi. Maybe he'll just say it and leave Kagi (and us, the readers), open-mouthed since that conversation comes out of nowhere (I already mentioned that I love how he always brings very random questions to the conversation). What I don't think will happen so soon is THE long awaited kiss we've been waiting for years. I think Hirano isn't quite there yet, he's still uncomfortable with being touched and probably needs to be a bit more involved to think about actually kissing him. However, I insist that he will be the one to initiate the kiss, probably in an impulsive situation (Kagi’s games are coming up, so one of my favorite scenarios is that after seeing him give it his all on the court, he goes to congratulate him and in a burst of euphoria, ends up kissing him). Dang! I think at this point I've imagined so many scenarios that I don't even know what's going to happen!

And one more thing... Ok Hirano seems to have managed to put his feelings in order, and surely he won't hesitate to tell Kagi how he feels but... how will they deal with the fact that Hirano doesn't like to be touched? I think Kagi will do anything to be with him, and he's even always careful not to overstep the boundaries they set for him, but you have to be made of stone to date the guy you like, that you can't stop looking at and longing to touch and not be able to satiate that hunger. I see even harder times ahead for our favorite basketball player, as it will be like having a delicious and rare candy right at your fingertips, that you can look at and get close enough to smell it and feel your mouth water at the thought of its sweetness, but it's forbidden to taste it. Kagi will definitely have to be the king of self-control and be in celibate mode to keep sharing a room with that provocative blond.

Kagi has been very honest that it's not enough for him to just touch him, so if they start dating, they'll also have to figure out what their dynamic will be like as a couple. Will their 10-second experiment evolve into 10 seconds of more intimate contact? Will we get to see them be even more clingy with each other? Will Hirano start asking for more closeness?

On the other hand, it will have to be seen how they hide their relationship. Hanzawa has known for months that they've been getting close, in a very unsubtle way, and he already sees that Hirano fell for it, so they'll have to be extra careful. Yes, I'm getting ahead of myself, but it's just that I'm sure they'll start dating in the next few chapters, especially after seeing the marriage-themed cover of this magazine and the color pages that, in my eyes, would be their honeymoon.

And especially, for all the times sensei has mentioned that she wants to draw ch 31. I hope Hirano finally makes THE move with Kagi and tells him that he does love him and they become boyfriends. I mean, I think that ch 30 could end at that moment where Hirano is going to tell him or outright tell him that he feels the same and leave us speechless, in a cliffhanger (a bit like chapter 8 where Kagi confesses [ch08 p26]) and in ch 31 we will see his reaction.

On another note, that little boy who is giving Kagi a sour look at the beginning of the chapter (and who I think is the same one who was badmouthing him for not cleaning the court in ch 23a)

looks to me like he's going to be a pain in the ass. My impression is that he's jealous of Kagi but will it be jealousy of how popular, talented and handsome he is, or is it jealousy because he likes him? It's already been made clear to us that Kagi is really popular with girls, so I don't rule out that he's popular with the boys as well. They're in an all-boys school, there can't be only 4 or 5 LGTBIQ+ guys in the whole place (Sasaki, Miyano, Hirano, him and Niibashi), so I wouldn't be surprised if there are more boys in the shadows stalking that hottie.

And just one more thing... Kagi's eyes are beautiful.

[syndrossi]

so, purely for reasons of scratching that metaphorical satisfactory itch when it comes to seeing someone give Catelyn a harsh wake up call/talking to/reprimand— can we pretty please get a scene like that between Daemon and Cat?

What exactly is happening in Cat’s head rn? Does she still think W!Jon is Ned’s bastard? Does she really believe he’s been lying about being on Robert’s side all this time? Is she planning on leaving in the night to go to Riverrun with her kids??

I tried to write a little ficlet for this, but it kept becoming an actual Cat POV scene so I ended up stopping, sorry! 😞 I want to preserve some of that fun for the main story, I guess!

As to what would be happening in Cat's head after Daemon descends and barbecues Robert and his retinue and Ned bends the knee...I would say that Daemon very swiftly claiming all of Ned's "bastards" combined with the seeming cooperation between them is pretty solid evidence to her that Ned was a lying sonuvabitch for other reasons. Like plotting for a Targaryen restoration. Honestly, it's something she'd probably confront him with the moment they're alone.

On the one hand, it's incredibly risky. On the other hand, if Ned knew that a Targaryen (or Blackfyre) with multiple dragons was planning to reclaim the Iron Throne, it would have been even more risky to remain at Robert's side. Cat has always struck me as someone who approves of whatever keeps her children safe. She was the one urging Ned to appease Robert by agreeing to be his Hand. She viewed Sansa's betrothal (prior to the Bran assassination attempt) as a way to secure her daughter's future. So I have to think that she would see Ned's move as one intended to keep their children safe, even if she's hurt that he didn't trust her to the tune of lying about having three bastards.

Especially because it means she was treating three princes, including the future crown prince, with the scorn a bastard deserves. I could see her being a bit nervous about that, but OTOH, her husband did "betray" his oldest friend and shelter Daemon's sons, so that has to have earned quite a lot of political goodwill.

Daemon's one to hold grudges though. He'll be as petty and spiteful as he can get away with while not completely alienating Ned. Possibly up to and including having Robb brought to KL as a companion for W!Jon. To the rest of the realm, who think that Ned is solidly in cahoots with Daemon, that just looks like a little favoritism. To Cat, it would seem like Daemon punishing her/them by taking Robb as a ward. To Daemon, it's an opportunity to teach Robb that W!Jon is his better, after W!Jon spent his life catering to Robb.

[howlingday]

Why We Don't Need RWBY Now

Dick: Dude, did you hear that RWBY is coming out this year?! Are you excited?!

Jason: Oh, I am so hyped, bro! Two years ago, I ALMOST DIED AGAIN.

Dick: It's okay, bro; it's dropping this year! We're gonna make it! WE'RE GONNA LIIIVE~!

Jason: YESSIIIR~!

Dick: Jason, to celebrate, let's showcase our own RWBY-style sta-

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Dick Grayson Weapon: Stunning Performance - Twin lightning-dust batons. Semblance: Kinetikinetic - Mentally aware of body's position at all times. Jason Todd Weapon: Fear & Fury - Twin pistols with variant dust cartridges. Semblance: Panic Mode - Enhances strength, speed, endurance when afraid. Tim Drake Weapon: Thousandth Step - Staff equipped with dust features and hidden compartments. Semblance: Detective Vision - Sees the world via facts and details. Damian Wayne Weapon: Being pissy Semblance: Being a br-

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Dick: (Update) Huh? (Looks)

RWBY Vol X to release date pushed to TBD... Viz Media says, "It'll be ready when it's ready, bitches."

Dick: ...

Jason: Bro, I am so glad RWBY is coming back this year!

Dick: Uh, Jason, can I... put you through a little hypothetical?

Jason: Sure, I guess. What's up?

Dick: So... Let's say that RWBY gets pushed back to a later date... How would you feel?

Jason: Heh... Now THAT is a funny thought. But I guess I would SEE RED.

Dick: !

Jason: AND START ASSAULTING EVERYONE I SEE. IN MORE WAYS THAN ONE.

Dick: Um... (Gulps) W- What do you mean by tha-

Jason: IMMA TOUCH YOU, BRO.

Dick: !!!

Jason: I'M GONNA TOUCH YOU, AND EVERYONE I CAN REACH. AIN'T NO "Am I wrong?" I JUST DON'T CARE.

Dick: B- But Jason! You can't do that-

Jason: I HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR TOO LONG. CRWBY SAYS THEY'RE COMING BACK. AND I LIE IN A STICKY RUIN. IT JUST NEEDS TO COME OUT. SO I CAN TAKE IT. AND TAKE IT. OR ELSE, EVERYONE ELSE IS GONNA TAKE IT...

Jason: (Inhales, Leans in) I THINK I NEED TO GO. I NEED... I NEED TO BUSS... Buuuss~!

Jason: I'M TIRED OF THEM EDGING ME. I CAN'T. I AIN'T GOT ANYTHING LEFT TO GIVE. ALL I FEEL IS THE DESPAIR COMING INSIDE ME...

Dick: ...

Jason: So, yeah, I think that's what I'd do if RWBY got delayed. Heh heh~! Also, I'd probably suck some co-

Dick: Jason... Look...

Jason: Hang on. My eyesight isn't so good these days, so I need my glasses... TEE BEE DEE?!

Dick: I'm sorry, Jason... The show got delayed... And we have no idea of knowing when-

Jason: (Fading to darkness) GG'S I'M GOIN' HOME...

Dick: J- Jason?! Where are you going?!

Jason: (Fading further to darkness) GG'S I'M GOIN' HOME...

Dick: JASON! WHAT?!

Jason: (Delving deeper to darkness) GG'S I'M GOIN' HOME...

Dick: JASON! WAIT!

Jason: (Becoming one with the darkness) GG'S I'M GOIN' HOME...

Dick: WAIT, JASON! HEAR ME OUT! THE WAIT MIGHT BE WORTH IT! LOOK!

BLAKE~!

Jason: (Back to normal, Smiling at picture) Y'know what? VIZ should take their time~...

Dick: R- Really, Jason?

Jason: (Strokes picture) I think VIZ should take their time~...

Dick: Didn't you say you were gonna suck cock earlier?

Jason: (Hugs picture) I think VIZ should take their time~...

Dick: I want my cock sucked...

Jason: ...

Dick: WHAT THE HELL?!

Blake: (Gets out)

Jason: BLAKE?! MY LOOOVE~!

Blake: (Pulls out banana) GIMME YOUR MONEY!

Jason: Wait, huh?

Blake: GIVE- GIVE IT TO ME!

Jason: Are you robbing us with a banana?

Blake: GIMME YOUR MONEY!

Jason: Wha-

Blake: GIMME YOUR MONEY!

Dick: Hey, hey! Put the calcium down-

Jason: Is that thing even loaded?

Blake: (Fires into the air)

Dick: OH SHIT!

Blake: GIVE- GIMME YOUR MONEY! GIVE ME YOUR FUCKING MONEEEY!

Jason: ALL THIS FOR SOME POCKET LINT?!

Blake: SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

Jason: OKAY, FINE, HERE!

Blake: (Leaves with cash)

Jason: ...Did she really just rob us with a banana?

Dick: I don't think even Joker was that crazy. (Update!) Dude! A news anchor just said a meteor would crash and destroy the Earth on the release date of the next RWBY Volume!

Jason: BRUH ARE YOU DEAD ASS

[arrimorr]

teeny obsevation time!

the followers resemble the feudals they follow, they're made/remade in their image after all

The Oxygen's guys are all blue! or at least have a lot of it in their designs. They all have this dream like vibe to them, like they feel the most "surreal" if that makes any sense? Like their feudal they're the most "detached". you could say their feet don't touch the ground (don't think this translates well in english sorry) . The only one that is kind of an exception is the Diver but that's because he's a jab at the King's whole way of ruling.

Which we're getting to

The King of the Road's followers have a darker colour scheme, more earthy colours, with the Knight being completely black and white (since he was entirely changed probably, he's also the most simple guy), not only that but they're all much more "grounded" (unintended pun), I'm terrible at explaining stuff but these guys feel like I could touch them, exist in the same plane as them if existence if that makes sense.

And uh... The Mine

I don't know enough about her to say anything but she feels very anxious, she could die so easily, and her followers all die in the end too. Wonder how that makes her feel

Oh wow thank you for sharing your thoughts AND THINKING ABOUT ALL OF THIS AT ALL, it was really interesting to read your interpretation of this stuff, I'm really fluttered 😭😭😭

I am trying to make the designs at least somehow connected to each other. For example, when I was designing the Dummy I based his armor on the Oxygen's clothing style (which is an imitation of a blouse and some sort of skirt).

All miners are grown through with some sort of greenery because I have this strong association between plants and something muddy that is inseparable with the earth.

And the King of the road's guys are the most visually humane of the bunch, because the King himself is the most human out of three feudals and he is genuinely fascinated by humanity, even if he is too weary to meet face to face with it and only tries to replicate what he understands of it. There is a crude, uneducated attempt to build a typical human society in a lot of things that he does. Like...I focus only on three followers of each group, because I know I won't handle more if I'm gonna make this silly thing into an actual game, but the rest of his followers all follow this barbie dollhouse pipeline - he has a Waiter, that runs a Diner, he has a Butcher with a Slaughterhouse, that acts as a collaborator to it and etc. And in case with the Knight - I treat his and the King's designs as a singular plant system, where the King is the roots, and the Knight is protective spikes.

As for the color - I'm a big color coding freak, however, right now I'm still figuring out the way I want to work with color in this particular setting. The thing is, I really want it to be black and white because it HEAVILY simplifies the technical work when it comes to making an actual game, BUT working with color is also the most fun element there is in drawing to me.

Right now I'm sticking to giving each feudal a particular color, and sometimes I mix those colors in the way I color some of the drawings with their followers

And this really varies between pictures I make. For example these two. Both the Tenant and the Diver are technically monochrome, but sometimes I throw a color tint over them, and sometimes I do not.

The only characters with whom I never do this are the Nameless and the Knight, because to me color coding is something that should highlight things about the character's personality/ way of life, while both the Nameless and the Knight are in a state of ego death...so...no color to them. Although I do think the Knight actually has rusty orange irises, it's just hard to see them because his pupils are so dilated all the time and the Nameless WILL get an assigned color once they choose what feudal to serve.

[firstelevens]

Ooooooh I love all of those June prompts. How about fairytale, tattoos, or pearls?

The call comes in pretty late, and their fight against the interdimensional slime monsters--or, sorry, apparently the non-speciesist term is 'ooze creatures'--lasts through the night, so it's not like Joaquín can be blamed for missing it. Still, he's trying to be more observant, as diligent in the field as Sam is, because two sets of eyes in the sky are better than one.

It's only once the cleanup crew comes in and they're headed onto the quinjet that there's even enough light to see everyone's faces, and when Joaquín looks Sam's way, his eyes go wide. Right there, peeking out from under the edge of Sam's cowl, is a bright pink spot, the same color as the corrosive slime that the aliens were flinging around.

"Cap!" he calls out, hurrying over. "Hang on; you can't get on the jet like that! You need a medic!"

Sam, still a little ways away, turns to Joaquín with furrowed eyebrows. "What?" he calls back. "Why?"

"Your face," Joaquín says, finally catching up. "They must've caught you when you were rounding them up; I don't know how you didn't feel it."

But when Sam turns more fully to look at Joaquín, he finally gets a clear look at the pink peeking out from under the cowl. There's no smoke, no iridescent pink acid, no sign at all of a contaminant. If anything, the pink that Joaquín can see really just looks like a--

"Is that a flower?" he asks. "Do you have a pink flower on your face right now?"

"I didn't know I was going to get called out to fight slimebeasts, okay?" says Sam. "I thought I had a night off."

"If this is what nights off look like when you're in your forties and in a committed relationship, I think I might pass."

Sam gives Joaquín a look. "For your information, we were invited to a six year old's birthday, and it was a fairytale tea party. She gave everyone accessories so they could look the part." He takes off his cowl so the pink daisy on his cheek is more visible and adds, "I got a temporary tattoo and a flower crown."

"And what did Bucky get, flowers for his knife holster? Rhinestone brass knuckles?"

"Actually," says Bucky, from right behind Joaquín, definitely not making him jump in surprise, "I got a feather boa and a hair clip with pearls on it."

As Bucky rounds to Sam's side, Joaquín sees the aforementioned clip in Bucky's hair, which has been pulled away from his face, probably in recognition of the aforementioned corrosive ooze creatures.

"You should've brought the boa to complete your look," says Joaquín.

He's pleased with himself for about three seconds when they both laugh, and then Bucky smirks and says, "I couldn't; Sam told me in no uncertain terms that he had plans for it."

Sam whacks Bucky on the arm and scolds him, but Joaquín doesn't hear it, already pulling a face and walking away from the two of them with his hands over his ears. Maybe it's better if he leaves the observation to Sam.

[riv-writes]

OMG HI

I saw you reblogged my post and I’ve been waiting for a blog like yours to show up

I cannot write fanfiction to save my LIFE and if you wanted a request some suselle of any scenario would be so so cute /nf

Have a good day/night!

HELLLLOOO!!! I love love love suselle so much, but this was actually my first time writing them so I am SO sorry if they're kind of out of character yk? But I tried lmfao. I wanted to base this fic off the scene at the start of chapter four when they go to study at Noelles house and the whole angel doll thing? soo you might've had to play that to understand this but if you haven't I'm sure you could get a idea of whats going on. you have a good day/night too ml <33 enjoooyy

Study methods

Susie never thought that she’d ever get this close to, well.. anyone frankly, but, here she is. It’s not like she dislikes hanging out with Noelle or something, Just.. God, where the hell is Kris? Even though they were as socially awkward as she was at times, they were still a nice barrier to have. But, it’s whatever, she can manage. ..Hopefully.

They were in the basement of Noelle’s.. well, mansion to put it bluntly, flashlights in hand as they tried to find the breaker to turn on the lights that Kris previously turned off. Well.. kind of trying to find? The two were more busy talking- but, that’s besides the point.

“Dude, what if it wasn’t Kris?” Susie said after a beat, flicking her flashlight around the corner she’d been pretending to look in for the last couple minutes.

“Huh?” Noelle replied, confusion and curiosity in her tone. ..Might as well bite, right? It’s not like she was in a rush to get out of this situation. “What else would it be?”

“What if it was, like.. the severed hand, or something.” Susie joked, referring to their previous conversation - the Blood Crushers 2 scene, where the severed hand was found in the basement. “Moving around down here.. and then, it jumped and grabbed your hand!” She said with a little emphasis, trying to make it sound scary.

“Hey!” Noelle giggled softly, turning her flashlight to another wall. “I would, um.. die, I guess.”

“You’d just die?” Susie scoffed jokingly. “Really?”

“I think if it touched me, I'd just be dead.”

“..Like, before it even, like, attacked?”

“No, I think I would just, like, um, die of shock. seems easier.”

Susie barked out a laugh at that, “Yeah, you totally would, dude.” She followed up, turning around to shine the flashlight in her direction. “..Alright, where the hell’s the breaker though?”

“Right? if we keep taking so long.. the severed hands gonna come get us first.” Noelle giggled softly, before actually attempting to find the breaker.

After a little, they headed back up the stairs into the living room. Admittedly a little freaked out, but, who wouldn’t be after finding that creepy.. moving mouse-doll-angel thing? Luckily, Noelle had the guts to actually pick it up on that baking pan she found, but Susie was definitely prepared to smash it with whatever she could find.

“..Dude, wait. Wait a sec,” Susie began, a fake urgency in her tone as she walked up behind Noelle.

“H..huh?” Noelle blinked in response, too busy at setting the angel doll on the table to turn around.

“I think.. Something else followed us from the basement.” The other continued, a big smirk on her face as she stepped a little closer. 

“Susie.. What are you talk—“ Noelle began before cutting herself with a loud shriek, almost dropping the pan from her grasp when she felt Susie’s hands taze her ribs from behind. 

“THE SEVERED HAND!!” Susie announced loudly, chuckling through her words as she watched the other almost jump 10 feet in the air.

“Susie!” Noelle giggled, turning around to face her cheeks flushing a bright red and a bashful smile. She was probably just playing around- Noelle knew that, but, god it really tickled, and that's all it took for her mind to run wild. “You can't just.. Do that!” “Hah, ‘gotcha.” She grinned proudly in response, following Noelle those few steps to the table as she set the pan down. “Okay.. What do we do now? Throw it out?” Susie asked, staring intensely at the doll sitting on the pan. “Um.. L-Let's think about it first,” Noelle stuttered after a beat, placing one hand on the bottom of the pan and the other on top of the doll. “If it's a mouse, it could be cute as a pet..” Susie followed her stance, setting one of her hands on the opposite side of the pan. “Hah, Alright. And if it's a severed hand.. I’ll keep it as my pet.” Noelle chuckled at the words, her eyes definitely not darting to look at Susie’s hands as soon as they moved an inch- Why would they? That's.. Creepy- “You good? I didn’t really scare you, did I?” Susie asked, snapping Noelle out of her thoughts. “No!” She replied a little too loud when she saw Susie’s slight worried look. “I mean.. No, I’m just.. Thinking about what to do with the mouse.” “Oh, cool.” Susie shrugged it off, before smirking. “But, don’t you mean our hand?” She grinned, making a claw shape with her free hand and gently pushing it into the top of Noelle’s back briefly. “Ah- Susie!” Noelle jumped, a bundle of giggles leaving her lips at the contact. This was not helping! How is she meant to function if all she can think about is Susie tickling her to pieces, and- Ugh, you get the point.. “Wasn’t that funny,” Susie pointed out with an amused chuckle. “The mouse got you hyped up or somethin'?”

“No, it was.. Just, your hand?” Noelle began with a nervous smile, her eyes down to the pan she was still holding down. “It.. um, just tickled, a little.. I guess.” “..Huh.” Susie said after a beat, her expression interested before she smirked. “And you didn’t tell me so I could stop?” Noelle choked on nothing at the statement, head snapping to look up and immediately splutter out an excuse. “Well no, i- i was- It wasnt like..-” Susie cut her off by laughing loudly like she always did- carefree and unbothered, tilting her head back as she did before continuing. “I don’t actually care, dude. Just.. Making fun of you, I guess.” “..Oh.” Noelle let out a breath, extremely eager to change the subject now. Too flustering. “A-Anyways, the-” “Oh, we’re definitely not just gonna skip over that.” Susie scoffed, hand coming off the pan to face her directly. God, that slight height difference was really coming in handy now, especially when Susie was towering over her with that grin. “B..But what about the mouse!” Noelle stammered, attempting to take a step back without taking her hands off the pan- she didn’t know if this was a nightmare or a dream come true. “This is way more interesting than the mouse,” Susie chuckled with a look that made Noelle’s head scream for her to run, taking another step towards her. Noelle couldn’t help the nervous giggles that left her throat, ditching the pan to step back until the backs of her knees hit the couch. “Susie- plehease, come on!” She half-heartedly pleaded, a giddy smile playing on her lips. “You can’t just tell me you’re ticklish and not expect me to tickle you, that’s like.. The law.” Susie scoffed, leaning over her as much as she could for the effect, because why wouldn't she drag this on? “Thahats stupid- AH!” Noelle yelped loudly, interrupting herself when she felt two hands bigger than her own squeeze into her sides. Her giggling rose an octave up, turning her face to the side as she fell to sit on the couch underneath her. She normally would’ve fought at least a little, but she definitely didn't want this to stop anytime soon, not when it was Susie doing it. “Woah, easy.” Susie said with a bit of a surprised expression, but easily followed her down to continue her attack. She made sure to keep an eye on her own hands- She knew she had a tendency to get a little rough by accident, and she wasn’t about to do that with Noelle out of all people.

“Y’know, I was expecting this to be harder.” Susie chuckled. “You holdin’ out on me?”

“Nohoho-!!“ Noelle squealed softly when she felt the hands on her sides scribble up to her ribs, gently scratching between the bones. She didn’t know Susie was capable of being gentle, and that made it all the more flustering that she was making that effort for her.

“I dunno..” Susie dragged out, tone horrifically teasing as her hands went to claw at the other's stomach. Should she be doing this? Uh.. Maybe not- But it was fun as hell, and Noelle didn't seem to mind.. Too much, atleast. Which was a little strange, but Susie was just as strange herself so who was she to judge? Noelle grabbed at the couch beneath her as an attempt to keep her hands busy, her head falling back against the cushion with a loud laugh. “Suhusie-!” She whined out, head running 100 miles an hour. She's daydreamed about this exact scenario so many times she can't count, and in every single one she never imagined it’d be this flustering. Especially when Susie looked like she was enjoying it herself as well, smiling down at her with that toothy grin.

“Yeah?” Susie replied nonchalantly, as if her hands weren’t clawing into Noelle’s hips and stomach, switching back and forth each time. “You’re being pretty loud, y’know. Kris might think I'm, like, murdering you or somethin’.”

“Thahats- oh, gohosh,” Noelle laughed softly, having to gasp to get a sentence out between giggles. “Ihits not my fault!” She shrieked out.

“Well, you're the one laughin’, aren't cha? Seems like your fault.” Susie shrugged, and maybe that would’ve been slightly convincing if she wasn't grinning like an idiot. She.. never thought that she’d be enjoying this so much, now that she thinks about it properly. Weird? Probably, but neither of them seem to care. “Hey, maybe our new pet severed hand is just trying to, um.. bond.. with you? Yeah. Ever think of that?”

God, it was so stupid, and Noelle was still grinning right back at her. Well.. She didn't exactly have a choice right now, but if she wasn't currently getting tickled half to death she's sure she still would be. Noelle simply tossed her head back and forth for a moment, her hands finally moving to grab onto Susie’s wrists. “Ohokay! Ohokay, I cahan’t!” She finally conceeded, looking up at the other with giggles pouring out her throat.

Susie caught her gaze, hands stilling with a slight blush as she immediately looked down. ..Okay, maybe she got a little carried away. “..U-Uh, you.. Good, dude?” She stammered, a nervous chuckle leaving her lips with an attempt to keep up that confidence she had just a few seconds ago. Noelle still had a grip on her arm, so she didn’t dare to move away, not until she let go. ..And, especially when she was still smiling up at her like that.

“Yeheah..” Noelle giggled breathlessly, letting her eyes close momentarily as she caught her breath. “Ihit- it wasn’t so bad.” She admitted, letting her legs uncurl once she was sure Susie wouldn’t start again. She opened her eyes, looking at Susie again to try and gauge her reaction, before her eye caught something behind her stance instead- The doll. It had been knocked over on the floor, whatever under it obviously had escaped.

“Susie!” Noelle tapped her arm, getting her to look in that direction. “It’s gone!” She exclaimed, using Susie’s arms to pull herself to stand and look the scene over.

“..Wait,” Susie blinked, processing the words from before. It wasn't so bad? “What do you mean, ‘it wasn’t ba’-”

“No time! C’mon, we gotta find it!” Noelle cut her off, starting to walk away to where the stairs were- she felt a little bad changing the subject, but she was too busy herself processing what the hell just happened to explain all of that.

“..Goddamn mouse.” Susie grumbled quietly, glaring at the doll like it had committed a personal crime towards her before looking back up. “Wait up!”

[honeyhotteoks]

Is this a safe space to vent about something? If it’s not, feel free to delete my message. Has anyone noticed the sheer amount of AI generated stories lately? I don’t find joy in reading anymore. I'm hunting for fics written by real humans like water in the desert. People don’t seem to understand that reading something created by AI just isn’t a beautiful experience. I don’t feel anything when I read those fics. And if you're going to post a fic written by AI, keep it to yourself, I don’t want to see it. Stop pretending it's your work. I really appreciate people who put real effort into their writing and don’t use AI at all. You are truly amazing, and I’d read a hundred of your stories over any of that AI junk. Oh, and one more thing, those of you who write stories without any help from AI, I truly appreciate the effort you put into your work. I’d much rather wait weeks or even months for the next chapter to be posted than read something written by AI and posted every single day. I hope this message didn’t bother you, but I really needed to say it to someone.

hey! definitely a safe space and definitely happy to have this conversation.

i honestly do have a lot of thoughts about this, and it's for me pretty complicated because outside of my smutty little fic i work in a field that demands a lot of conversations about AI / use of AI and I just feel very weird and torn about it.

obviously there's horrible environmental and economic implications and all of that, which i won't get into but think we can all acknowledge..... but the affect i'm seeing on art is pretty painful to me as someone who spends so much time writing and planning.

i think for me personally.... AI is one of those things where like..... if you want to hop into Chat GPT and be like "write me a drabble about xyz specific thing" because you want to kick your feet over it and just get the dopamine hit, i really don't care. you probably shouldn't do that considering it's going to destroy the planet, but i'm not going to call you a bad person or something, i get it. what you do in the privacy of your internet browser is between you and god.

i also personally don't mind if people use a writing software with AI to edit their works (such as grammarly etc.) i've never actually used them outside of a professional email setting at work where my company pays for a subscription, but i can understand how lengthy the process of editing is and how nice it could be to have something be just like.... a better spell check and grammar check tool. i post stuff with typos all the time and it makes me sooooooo annoyed at myself when i catch it, but i don't have a beta reader and it just is what it is.

the problem for me, which plays into what you pointed out, is actual generative ai and content creation. if you understand how ai works are created, how work online is being scraped for data, and what it means to be derivative.... then ai writing is not writing. you can certainly come to my inbox and explain nuances of using generative ai for content ideas, outlining, etc. and honestly.... whatever, you do you. i don't like it, but i also know writer's block sucks etc.... but the idea of having a tool write something for you in full and then posting that and claiming it's writing? it isn't.

people have scenario ideas all the time, think about every twitter thread or imagine, and those are forms of writing sure, but if i fed that into chat gpt and asked it to turn it into a 10K word fic and then i turned around and slam published that on AO3..... like i'm sorry but what the fuck are we doing? i don't understand who that's for. the only thing i can think is that the people doing that want the attention that writers in these spaces get or wish they could do it, but either they aren't a good writer naturally or they don't want to put the work in to learn. in my opinion.... if you post an AI generated fic and get positive comments, they're not praising you for anything, they're praising chat gpt for successfully plagiarizing actual art. i'm not sure what the comments or clout those people are getting is actually doing for them except for giving them momentary ego boots.

and truly like.... not to talk up my own writing, because i'm not trying to be cringe or pretend i'm some great writer (like i'm out here writing rpf kpop porn trust me i have a good grip on reality) BUT - i spend hours and hours and hours on this. i spend hours outlining, i spend hours researching, countless hours writing, editing, making edits for my headers, like..... truly it's the thing that consumes my brain because i love it. i have a drive in me to write that is unlike anything i've ever felt otherwise.

if you all knew the sheer number of half written fics on my google drive of just like.... i had a dream about xyz scenario or can't get a particularly thing out of my brain. it's insane. i literally have a 60k word fic for yunho that i will never publish because there are topics and experiences in it i don't know if i'm comfortable working through in writing publicly, but i write it in my spare time because it means something to me to do it, and to have that (literally like therapy)

i write because i have to. if you guys weren't here reading it, i'd still be doing it. i can't get my brain to calm down without it, but then being able to share it and have it embraced? that's extra for me.

i really appreciate your words. and i agree, if you're someone using AI to generatively write your fic.... i also really don't want to know. i also really don't think you deserve the comments and kudos at all, and i think deep down you also know this. i personally hope those people can find creative outlets that suit their talents if that's something they want to do, because as someone who's been writing for well over a decade, it's been the most fun and rewarding process of my life. i sucked when i started, like really REALLY sucked, but it's something i had to do, and i got better.

writing is a little bit of a gift, i'm sure, but it's also a learnable skill. ai is never going to help you hone that skill.

okay rant done.... i hope this makes sense. let me know if anyone has thoughts on this!! i'm super curious. i've been noticing other ai fic popping up and just feeling weird about it too.

[tomscryingcorner]

who up thinking abt snowsword !!!! grrrrr im obsessed with them

[inkskinned]

you're grabbing lunch with a nice man and he gives you that strange grimace-smile that's popular right now; an almost sardonic "twist" of his mouth while he looks literally down on you. it looks like he practiced the move as he leans back, arms folded. he just finished reciting the details of NFTs to you and explaining Oppenheimer even though he only watched a youtube about it and hasn't actually seen it. you are at the bottom of your wine glass.

you ask the man across from you if he has siblings, desperately looking for a topic. literally anything else.

he says i don't like small talk. and then he smiles again, watching you.

a few years ago, you probably would have said you're above celebrity gossip, but honestly, you've been kind of enjoying the dumb shit of it these days. with the rest of the earth burning, there's something familiar and banal about dragging ariana grande through the mud. you think about jeanette mccurdy, who has often times gently warned the world she's not as nice as she appears. you liked i'm glad my mom died but it made you cry a lot.

he doesn't like small talk, figure out something to say.

you want to talk about responsibility, and how ariana grande is only like 6 days older than you are - which means she just turned 30 and still dresses and acts like a 13 year old, but like sexy. there's something in there about the whole thing - about insecurity, and never growing up, and being sexualized from a young age.

people have been saying that gay people are groomers. like, that's something that's come back into the public. you have even said yourself that it's just ... easier to date men sometimes. you would identify as whatever the opposite of "heteroflexible" is, but here you are again, across from a man. you like every woman, and 3 people on tv. and not this guy. but you're trying. your mother is worried about you. she thinks it's not okay you're single. and honestly this guy was better before you met, back when you were just texting.

wait, shit. are you doing the same thing as ariana grande? are you looking for male validation in order to appease some internalized promise of heteronormativity? do you conform to the idea that your happiness must result in heterosexuality? do you believe that you can resolve your internal loneliness by being accepted into the patriarchy? is there a reason dating men is easier? why are you so scared of fucking it up with women? why don't you reach out to more of them? you have a good sense of humor and a big ol' brain, you could have done a better job at online dating.

also. jesus christ. why can't you just get a drink with somebody without your internal feminism meter pinging. although - in your favor (and judgement aside) in the case of your ariana grande deposition: you have been in enough therapy you probably wouldn't date anyone who had just broken up with their wife of many years (and who has a young child). you'd be like - maybe take some personal time before you begin this journey. like, grande has been on broadway, you'd think she would have heard of the plot of hamlet.

he leans forward and taps two fingers to the table. "i'm not, like an andrew tate guy," he's saying, "but i do think partnership is about two people knowing their place. i like order."

you knew it was going to be hard. being non-straight in any particular way is like, always hard. these days you kind of like answering the question what's your sexuality? with a shrug and a smile - it's fine - is your most common response. like they asked you how your life is going and not to reveal your identity. you like not being straight. you like kissing girls. some days you know you're into men, and sometimes you're sitting across from a man, and you're thinking about the power of compulsory heterosexuality. are you into men, or are you just into the safety that comes from being seen with them? after all, everyone knows you're failing in life unless you have a husband. it almost feels like a gradebook - people see "straight married" as being "all A's", and anything else even vaguely noncompliant as being ... like you dropped out of the school system. you cannot just ignore years of that kind of conditioning, of course you like attention from men.

"so let's talk boundaries." he orders more wine for you, gesturing with one hand like he's rousing an orchestra. sir, this is a fucking chain restaurant. "I am not gonna date someone who still has male friends. also, i don't care about your little friends, i care about me. whatever stupid girls night things - those are lower priority. if i want you there, you're there."

he wasn't like this over text, right? you wouldn't have been even in the building if he was like this. you squint at him. in another version of yourself, you'd be running. you'd just get up and go. that's what happens on the internet - people get annoyed, and they just leave. you are locked in place, almost frozen. you need to go to the bathroom and text someone to call you so you have an excuse, like it's rude to just-leave. like he already kind of owns you. rudeness implies a power paradigm, though. see, even your social anxiety allows the patriarchy to get to you.

you take a sip of the new glass of wine. maybe this will be a funny story. maybe you can write about it on your blog. maybe you can meet ariana grande and ask her if she just maybe needs to take some time to sit and think about her happiness and how she measures her own success.

is this settling down? is this all that's left in your dating pool? just accepting that someone will eventually love you, and you have to stop being picky about who "makes" you a wife?

you look down to your hand, clutching the knife.

[introspectivememories]

please put your reasonings in the tags!!!! esp if you pick the last one

[sun-marie]

preferring the first poe1 game to Deadfire is perfectly valid but preferring it bc it has better pacing is wild to me ngl

[galactic-feelins]

Wait does roxas and sora battle and magic change because of what they are or is just the same in the series of the games?

If I'm understanding the question correctly, then yeah Sora and Roxas are able to use the same combat abilities they use in kh2, including form changes. Some things are different and adapted due to their circumstances, but they are able to do some different things because of headcanons and what they are. So sorta both? They both can use form changes but due to their instability it's a coinflip on whether or not they get the correct change or just antiform.

Roxas also has some magic and skills exclusive to him inspired by both his gameplay and the bossfight he gets in KH2FM. Conversely, a lot of what Sora can do normally aren't things Roxas knows how to do himself, and Sora's instability and status as a Heartless has let him take advantage of slipping into the shadows on the walls, even if it's completely by accident.

I'm sure there's some other abilities they could gain just by the fact they're visiting worlds that aren't in the Kingdom Hearts series itself and mingling with people that follow entirely different rules at times! The fact that the first major world Roxas, Hayner, Olette, and Pence visited (before even meeting Joshua) was the Comet Observatory from Super Mario Galaxy prooobably has a lot to do with the major trajectory shifts! Trust me, there is context behind each encounter, and part of the reason I'm considering sharing events non-chronologically is because I'm not sure how interested people would be in how things started vs how things are going, but they do provide context behind why certain things are they way they are and a reason behind things that aren't as obvious as "Roxas can use Reversal on anyone because that's his thing and he even uses it against Sora that one time."

Basically, a lot is different but I am trying to keep things as close to canon as I can manage. If things steer too far off course they may end up losing that connection to the source material you see XD

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FINALLY, ANOTHER PLASTIC MAN FAN!!!!!!!!!

We out here ✌️

Legit I was reading a bunch of blue beetle comics and I forget exactly which comic I saw Plas in and it was all downhill from there babeyyy. Just binged read eeeeeeverything he was in and then got to the original 40's comics and knew they were something special, really cemented his place as my favorite. Woozy too, no other DC character like him <3 And to see he had this smaller cult following here on tumblr, and I had already drew a bit of him, I wanted to contribute :) but yeah even if this sideblog dies or whatever def converted to a plashead for life 🫡