#and it also just wants to Share The Cool Thing

[kxsagi]

I always pronounce your name as Kissagi because you love Isagi so (Kiss Isagi) 😭

Also every time I see you post about Sae, I have to take a breath to not go feral cause he’s my favorite and it’s bad for my heart 😞

And to all the people thirsting about Sae, I love you all, I relate so hard like you have no clue– He takes up like 30% of my brain at all times (⸝⸝๑﹏๑⸝⸝) I’ve made 3 playlists (about to be 4) for him and drawn him multiple times, guys help me–

~ 💜 anon

“𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐟 𝐚 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞”

a/n: OMG I PRONOUNCE MY USER AS KISSAGI TOOOO like kiss isagi yessssss mwah mwah 💋💋💋

please don't be shy and share the playlists and drawings 😩 (only if you're comfortable!!)

also, for your kind message, take this sae drabble i had in my drafts ❤️

the rain isn’t heavy, but it’s persistent, enough to soak the hem of your jeans and leave misty streaks on your cheeks. the train station is quieter than usual, the fluorescent lights above humming with an indifferent buzz. you’re standing there like a character in a drama you never asked to star in, arms crossed over your chest, waiting for the person who always makes you wait in ways that aren't just about time. 

sae itoshi shows up five minutes late, umbrella tilted lazily over his shoulder, hair slightly tousled by the wind. he doesn’t apologize. of course he doesn’t. he just glances at you, lips pressed into that unreadable line, like your presence here is both expected and inexplicable. 

“you’re wet,” he says flatly. 

“great observation,” you reply, deadpan. “next you’ll tell me the sky is blue.” 

he doesn’t respond, just lifts the umbrella higher so it covers the two of you. his arm brushes against yours, barely, but you feel it like a spark anyway. 

you hate how calm he looks. you hate how he does this – appears in your life again like he never really left. one text. that’s all it took. “you still take the 7:15?” and you said yes. gosh, of course you said yes. 

“so… what is this?” you ask, voice low. “you miss my sarcasm or something?” 

his eyes move to yours then, slow and deliberate. sae’s always been like this – silent, heavy with meaning, like he communicates in pauses more than words. and you’ve known him long enough to read between them, even if it hurts. 

“i saw that photo,” he says finally. “the one with you and that guy.” 

you blink. “what?” 

“the one where he’s got his arm around you. you were smiling.” he says it without inflection, but there’s a sharpness to it, like he’s testing you. or himself. 

you cross your arms tighter. “so? people smile in photos.” 

sae looks away, jaw tight. “you looked happy.” 

“and that bothers you?” you ask, stepping half an inch closer. “why? because i moved on?” 

he doesn’t answer. just stands there, rain dripping off the edge of the umbrella like it’s marking time. you want to hit him and hug him at the same time. classic sae effect. 

finally, he says quietly, “i didn’t think i’d care. but i did.” 

that makes your heart thump in a way that makes you furious. you hated how he left things. always cool. always distant. always expecting you to read the fine print of his silences. 

“you could’ve said that months ago.” 

“i know.” 

“so why now?” 

he shrugs, but it’s not casual. nothing about him is, when it comes to you. “i thought if i gave you space, you’d forget me. or i’d forget you.” 

“did it work?” 

his eyes flick to yours again, sea-green and solemn. “no.” 

you should be angry. you should tell him it’s too late. that you’ve built a life without him. that you learned how to stop checking your phone every five minutes. but somehow, all you do is sigh. 

“i don’t know what you want from me, sae.” 

he’s quiet for a moment. the kind of quiet that aches. 

then he says, voice barely above a whisper, “i don’t want anything. i just… wanted to see you. make sure you’re still real.” 

your chest tightens. 

the train screeches in the distance, and the moment feels like it’s suspended between then and now, like you could choose to walk away and it would hurt, but it wouldn’t kill you. you’re not sure you could say the same for him. 

you glance up at him, still standing close, still sharing his umbrella with you like it’s the most natural thing in the world. 

“you don’t have to say anything,” he adds. “i know i messed it up.” 

your voice is softer now. “you did.” 

he nods. doesn’t try to defend himself. doesn’t move away either. 

but as the train pulls in and the wind gusts again, you feel his fingers graze yours under the umbrella – tentative, like he’s asking for a second chance without the pride or the words. 

and for some reason, you don’t pull away. 

not yet. 

© 𝐤𝐱𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢

[arachnidseyesmoved]

─⋅⋆⁺𖤐

YOU AND ME

Damian Wayne x Constantine! Reader

A/N: Previous. Next. Damian and reader go on a date!!! That's all that happens, I swear! w.c: 1.8k

You bow with the rest of the performers on stage as the crowd gives one last show of appreciation. When the curtains fall, you very stealthily scamper towards the dressing rooms, not before catching the sly wink Zatanna throws your way.

Maybe you weren’t being that stealthy.

The door to your dressing room clicks shut and you eye yourself in the vanity mirror, only then realising how nervous the girl in the mirror looks. There’s a lot that can go wrong today and a lot you really want to go right. You fix yourself with a look of determination.

With a little twirl and a poof of smoke, your magicians outfit is swapped with the outfit you spent a rather embarrassing amount of time picking out. Before you can fuss anymore over your reflection, there’s a knock on the door.

That was fast, at least you’re not the only eager one. You take a quick, deep breath before opening the door.

Damian Wayne stands in the doorway, he takes you in while you take him in. He’s dressed much less fancy than the last time you saw him, bomber jacket with a simple but probably unnecessarily expensive t-shirt and loose jeans.

“Are you ready?” You ask, unable to fully hide your excitement. You see just the smidgen of a smile on his face as he answers rather seriously,

“I’m always ready for anything.”

“Ooh, Don’t challenge me, Wayne.”

You pull him into the room and shut the door. After knocking three times on said door, you give him a grin.

“You let me plan this whole thing, remember.”

You open the door and step through into an entirely different place. Damian’s sneakers touch cobblestone road and he squints in the sudden sunlight. He thinks he knows already, given the wide bustling streets and the architecture of the buildings around him, but he asks anyway,

“Where are we?”

You’re all too happy to tell him, winding an arm around his and leading him in a seemingly random direction.

“Turin, Italy. I did a mission here a while ago. That’s what we’re going to see first by the way, some good old spooky occult shit, this city has tons of it.”

He lets you drag him to several such occult sights. He listens while you yap about the differences between demonic and non-demonic cathedrals, how to know if a crypt is cursed and which ghost sightings are obviously real and which are fake. He does it all with an attentive mind, almost like he’s reading a book he really likes and he's trying to burn it into his mind.

Once you're done showing him all the "cool shit", you proudly announce that you also planned some things he'd actually enjoy. He keeps the fact that he was enjoying himself the entire time to himself.

You take him to an art gallery, an archaeological museum and a natural history museum. You listen to him yap all about unconventional painting techniques, which period had the best samurai swords and which fun facts about prehistoric animals are actually true and which are completely wrong. You listen with the ear of someone who’s hearing their new favourite song for the first time.

─⋅⋆⁺.

“I get that, but when a magician asks you for your favourite animal and you say "Anaconda." You should at least be a little ready for her to pull out an anaconda! He almost soiled himself on stage!”

Damian huffs a laugh, easing back against the bench you two found that completely coincidentally (as far as he knows) has a perfect view of the sunset. You sit in easy silence, sharing a cup of caramel ice-cream. He looks more at ease than you’ve ever seen him before and an embarrassing amount of pride blooms in your chest at how well your date turned out to be.

You stare ahead at the horizon and wonder if he’s thinking the same thing you are, the thought sparks a bit of unease. Realising you haven’t said something stupid or irritating in a while, you decide now would be a good time to break the fast.

“Do you think the sunset will be this pretty on our wedding day?”

His lips nudge downwards, not quite a grimace but he eyes your smug grin with much annoyance. He sighs and takes another scoop of ice-cream with his little wooden spoon before saying,

“I hope so.”

The teasing grin disappears from your face, and all you can do is gaze ahead blankly. That’s not what he was supposed to say.

You clear your throat and take a bigger than necessary bite of ice-cream, racking your brain for what the hell to say next. After a few minutes you try again, teasing tone more forced than before.

“Do you think Alfred would walk me down the aisle?”

He doesn’t look at you this time, he just stares ahead at the pinkish-orange sky.

“I'm sure he would if you asked. So would my father. He would be glad that at least one of his sons can commit.”

You look ahead too, wishing you could see the view through his eyes instead.

“I'm sure he'd be proud.”

Damian doesn’t have to ask who you’re thinking about when you say that, so he doesn't.

“Would you invite…her?”

He tilts his head up, genuinely thinking through how that would play out despite how ridiculous this complete hypothetical is.

“I don’t know. I’d want to.”

You nod in understanding. Some things are just too complicated to work out in the end. A twinge of sadness settles before you feel the impulsive urge to turn to a lighter topic.

“Titus would make the perfect flower boy.”

He lets a smile slip onto his face, finally looking back at you. The sun leaves little specs of gold in his eyes and you find yourself openly staring (unbeknownst that he’s making the exact same observation). He takes the cup from your hands and places it beside you on the bench. Taking your hand in his, he leans closer and kisses you gently.

His other hand gently holds your cheek. When you part, he stays close. It feels just like those stupid cheesy movies, like a pretentious romance novel, like a sappy love song. But it feels good, good enough that you hold off on the snarky comment for just a few seconds more.

“You know you’d have to make Jon the best man, right?”

Damian groans, pulling back and closing his eyes, acting as if that's actually something he'll have to do. You laugh and lay your head on his shoulder.

“C’mon, He’d be devastated if you didn’t.”

Damian puts his arm around you, keeping you close.

“Maybe I’ll just lie and tell him Arab weddings don’t have a best man.”

You let out a snort,

“Good luck with that.”

You stay like that until the sun sinks behind the distant mountains, replaced by the orange glow of street lamps. Eventually, you stand from the bench, clearing your throat a bit.

“I know I’ve kept you all day, but do you want to grab dinner?”

He stands from the bench as well, throwing away the little ice-cream cup before casually lacing your hands together.

“Anything for my future wife.”

Your heart almost stops. Your brain stammers and so do your words.

“Don’t- Don’t say that.”

“Say what, beloved?”

He asks, looking down at you with a smirk. You very much do not like being on the other side of this dynamic at all. And you know he knows that, he might just be able to feel the heat from your face!

“Stop that-”

Before you can finish, the world stops, literally. Everything slows to a halt. Crickets stop chirping, the breeze stops blowing, all commotion on the street is silenced. Even Damian is suspended in animation just like everything else. Everything except you and-

You’re looking around already, knowing exactly what this is. He used to do this when you were being belligerent on missions. He'd just stop the entire world to yell at you for being a dumb kid, even if he could only do it for a few precious seconds. Nothing for months and he picks now?

You slide your hand out of Damian’s and step closer to where you can see the yellow portal forming.

“You really have bad fucking timing.”

“Language.”

John Constantine steps out of the portal, hands in the pockets of his coat, cigarette in his mouth.

“I need yer help.”

You couldn’t stop the eyeroll if you tried.

“Obviously.”

Why the hell else would he be here. He sighs and takes in his surroundings, looking anywhere but you.

“What are ya even doing here, sight seeing?”

You step back towards Damian and grab his hand, bringing him out of the time freeze. He looks around, taking in the situation with shocking calmness, his expression turns to understanding when he sees John.

“I'm on a date.”

John looks to you, then at Damian, then back to you. It takes him a minute to understand who Damian is and what that means. The cigarette falls out of his mouth as he sputters like an idiot.

“Yer fucking with me.”

“Language.”

He regains some composure when he notices the way you’re looking at him. As if he just remembered how you two left things. That you might actually not want to see him.

“Look, Love, I wouldn't ask if it wasn't an end of the world kind of thing.”

You feel Damian squeeze your hand a little, a reassuring act, an act of trust. There’s a deep understanding between you but with that comes a lot left unsaid. Left in the grey space of "We both understand this so there’s no need to discuss it really.” or is it that you want to talk about it but don’t know how. Being exceptionally gifted kids with exceptional, world-saving parents and bucket loads of trauma isn't something you just bring up casually.

But Damian understands obligation and responsibility. The need to do what’s necessary.

“Fine.”

John sighs, like he actually thought you wouldn’t say yes for a second. The thought brings you more spiteful pride than you’d like to admit.

“Come along then.”

He simply states, before disappearing into his little portal leaving it open for you to follow. Everything slowly returns to normal pace again, the bustle of the street returns as pedestrians keep on like nothing happened. Lucky bastards.

“I’ll call you…when I’m done.”

He nods his head. He’s taking this very well and you’re not sure how to feel about it. He's trying to be understanding, probably because he knows you'd do the exact same thing for him. You barely have to talk about why you have to go, what you have to do… but that doesn't mean you don't want to.

"Don't make me stitch you up again."

He brings you into a hug. You think briefly on how awkward a hug from Damian would have been just a month ago. The thought makes you smile as you burrow your face in his warm neck, breathing in his distinct scent. You open a magic door for him,

“This’ll take you home. To the manor.”

With that you give him one last long look before following your dad into his portal, going who knows where to face who knows what.

─⋅⋆⁺𖤐

[clairewritesfanfics]

civilian au: vtuber shiesty mark

I headcanon that Shiesty struggled financially growing up. Unlike the others, he didn't have access to a secure house and Debbie struggled to put food on the table. She juggled multiple jobs and her son getting labeled as a troublemaker at school and hanging out with the wrong crowd made it difficult to be the ideal mother.

Eventually, she died and Mark dropped out of school. He committed petty theft with his friends, but he never killed anyone and avoided physical altercations. He was the type of robbers who are all bark and no bite, which is still a bad thing but he didn't like hitting people.

He lived in a dingy apartment with barely any furniture. He kept it clean, but not neat. He also taught himself how to cook decent meals under 25 dollars because he got sick of eating instant noodles everyday.

At some point, Mark gets his hands on a gaming laptop. He always wanted one but Debbie couldn't afford any, but now he can finally play.

He started streaming for fun, just his voice. He didn't expect to blow up in popularity. He has a handsome voice plus he can be funny without trying so he has a lot of fans.

He uses most of his money on his friends and to get better gaming equipment, but he never intended to move to a better place. 

A lot of fans want him to do a face reveal but he's too shy, plus he knows that if his looks don't match their expectations they'll abandon him, so instead of showing his face he saves up and commissions for a really cool-looking Vtuber model. (I haven't decided what that would look like. You guys decide your own headcanons.)

He avoids drama and keeps a professional distance from everyone, fans and colleagues. He just wants to play, he isn't interested in dating, and if he were, he wasn't going to use his job to find a partner. All in all, he's a successful dude.

He can be toxic though in that he shares a lot of male players’ cozy games aren’t games mentality. He doesn’t go out of his way to bully others for calling themselves gamers for playing The Sims or Infinity Nikki, but you just know he’s one of those guys.

But then he meets you. (How? I’ll leave that to you.) Love happens and you become his first and only serious partner.

He starts branching out from his typical content (fighting, action, racing, shooting, RPGs–the so-called “serious” games) and tries cozy and casual games. 

He loses a portion of his original audience for this but he ends up attracting even more fans, especially since he gets so serious about the silliest things, like building the perfect house and decorating the best office for his partner’s in-game character.

He’s a puritan when it comes to gacha and discourages spending as much as he can. When he does pull for a new character or weapon or costume, he has you sit with him.

During streams you would knock softly on his office door (yes, you eventually moved in together) and if he can, he’ll pause his game and greet you. When you “interrupt” his streams it’s usually to give him a snack or drink. His viewers like to make bets about what’s on the menu because that’s how often you do it.

He always tells you his schedule so you know when he can’t open the door. During those times, you will knock to let him know and then leave the tray outside for when he gets a break.

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[opera-ghost]

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[farfetchedshow]

How do you lose the shame of showing the world the things you like or create? I have so many things I would like to show people, but I'm scared because I've been teased about it a lot in the past :/ I want to create my own comics, but it's difficult when I don't even have the courage to show my characters to other people

That's a hard one. I had similar reservations when I first needed to open up to Dave about the show and my ideas for it. I was really embarrassed/scared he would hate it. But that's the thing about being scared to do stuff. Sometimes you just have to do it scared. It gets MUCH easier with time and exposure. So take baby steps. What really helped my anxiety is realizing that I don't put anywhere near the same energy into thinking about kind/sweet comments as I do negative ones. And that just doesn't make any sense??? Why are negative comments worth more of my energy than positive ones??? At the end of the day you should just make what you want for yourself and if you want to share that with the world, cool. If not tho that's also cool too. Do whatever is best for your own wellbeing.

-🐰

[barnesandbarton]

Bucky was trying to piece together everything based on what Bobbi was saying and the yelling of Clint in the bedroom, along with the things that Natasha had told him.  He thought maybe he had a good idea of what was going on, but it was hard to know what advice to give.

From what he’d gotten was they’d had a very raw and emotional talk in the bathroom, which was why they’d heard Bobbi screech earlier.  Then because Clint had an issue with alcohol, he’d wanted a beer to take the edge of.  Because of that same issue, Bobbi had tried to talk him out of it by offering other things, and what Clint had heard was something that to him had read not just as an accusation of him being a drunk, but also as him being the kind of person who would just use his wife for sex without caring how she felt about it.

All in all it sounded like Clint had taken an ego hit, and Bobbi had been retraumatized by it.

“Alright… I think maybe you both need a moment to cool off.  Chances are with a little space, he’ll realize that you didn’t say what he heard.  That’s a rough topic to talk about and it probably made both your emotions feel raw.  Nat said he has some unhealthy coping mechanisms.  Sounds like he’s in one now.  You deserve an apology.  And also say - maybe he needs a little understanding.  I could see why maybe if you’d just been talking about someone raping you, that offering sex like that could be read wrong?  I certainly… look -”  He swallowed and shook his head.  “Fuck… it really is hard to talk about.  I’ve been ‘used by guys to get their frustrations out on’ and if I’d been talking about it and then Nat asked if I wanted to have sex, even if it was with good intentions, I wouldn’t exactly be in the mood.  You know?  Ife he was already at the point of drinking… that uncomfortable feeling might be heightened when paired with being criticized over the drinking part.”  

He looked up at Natasha when she came in.  “If you two want to share our bed, I can sleep on the couch,” he suggested.  “Make sure he doesn’t sneak out.” 

Clint did know he was overreacting right now, but without his usual way to cope with these things, he was having a lot of trouble self-regulating to say the least.  He rolled over when Natasha put the note on the bedside table and tried to force himself just to fall asleep so he didn’t have to think about how badly he wanted to get black out drunk. 

Bobbi looked up at him with disbelief and tears in her eyes, finding nothing but sympathy in his. She smiled sadly and nodded, letting him lead her to the couch and direct her. Grabbing a blanket, she tugged it around her so it was covering her fully and sat down next to him. Listening to him talk gave her the chance to get her emotions under control, leaving her to sniffle occasionally. “I know they’re tense, and that Clint is…Clint. I just didn’t expect him to react the way he did to what I said and I didn’t think I said or did anything wrong.”

She took a deep shuddering breath before she explained. “The long and short of it is that I told him the truth about what happened to me years ago: remember when I got upset with you earlier? Well, I let a man die after fighting him to the side of a cliff after I escaped from him having raped me. More than once. And I didn’t tell Clint that I got raped until tonight. We talked about that, and I thought things were fine, but I guess they’re not.”

When she heard Clint yelling, she winced and shrunk in on herself, wrapping her arms around her middle. “And then there’s that. He thought I was accusing him of wanting to use me, that I saw him as someone who would do what…what Lincoln Slade did to me, but I would never. I told him that that piece of shit wasn’t worth sinking back into a bottle for, and then he just yelled at me,” she whispered.

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Natasha wasn’t stupid. She had known Clint for long enough that she could tell when something was bothering him that he wanted to talk about but couldn’t, and chose not to press the matter. She’d likely find out soon enough anyway.

For as much as she wanted to fire back a retort at him, she refused to give him the satisfaction. She knew he was in pain and lashing out at her because she was a convenient target, which she would have to talk to him about when he was more level-headed.

She let him continue with his tirade, her eyebrows raising at his comment to what Bobbi had supposedly said. While there were better ways that could have been phrased, Natasha knew that Bobbi hadn’t meant it like that. Getting Clint to understand that was a different story, and something that wasn’t likely to happen tonight. “I get it, and I can see why you’re upset. She probably could have handled that differently, but I’m not sure it’s as bad as you’re suggesting. And she’s allowed to be concerned, Clint. We all are.”

Natasha sighed deeply and pinched the bridge of her nose, counting backwards from twenty to give herself time to calm down. Once she felt calmer, she crossed the room to where his hearing aids were, picked them both up, inspected them carefully for damage, and on finding none, she breathed a sigh of relief. That wouldn’t have been fun to try and lie to Tony about. She located a pad of paper and a pen, writing out a note to Clint in her neat scrawl: Clint, once you’re done with whatever this temper tantrum is and if you’re feeling better and if you want to, I’m here to talk and to listen. Your options as I gave them to you before still stand. Love, Nat.

She tore off the piece of paper and set it along with his hearing aids and a glass of water on the nightstand that she knew was his side of the bed. Grabbing some clothes and a few personal items that she knew were Bobbi’s, she shut the bedroom door closed behind her with a sigh and held up the stack. “I figured you’d want these.”

[nebrasska-alasska]

Hello hello! I went to the Georgia Aquarium the other day and wanted to show you some of the pictures I took there because I thought you might like them (And I was also thinking about FtSotD like 90% of the time I was there LMAOOO)! I also found out they recently opened up a shark exhibit and thought that was really cool :]]]

Hehe I also got up to some shenanigans and made a Sonadow shark on one of those things you can color on

I took a bunch more pictures but I could only fit 10 in one ask and I didn’t want to blow up your ask box with every single picture I took BAHAHAHA

AWWWWWW THESE PICTURES ARE SO BEAUTIFUL thank you so much for sharing, looks like you had a wonderful time!!! And I'm flattered that you thought of 'From the Shadows of the Deep' the whole time, the sonadow brainrot is so real huh HAHAHA

(Also fuck yeah I love the sonadow shark that's honestly so hilarious XD)

I actually just bought an annual membership for the aquarium I'm going to live near, so I'm going to be wandering around the exhibits, plotting sonadow fics like an absolute menace huehuehuehuehue so I'm in solidarity with you!!!

[noxitsnox]

first date headcanons- niki x reader

popular classmate!niki x fem!reader

summary: your classmate niki, who you've been crushing on since the first day you saw him, asks you on a date

tags: non idol au, fluff, both reader and niki are awkward

a/n: hc is my fav format idc idc. well this won the poll by a LOT so here we are, i'll post matthew in the weekend then <3

niki was the popular mysterious cool guy everyone had a crush on. you didn't think you had any chance to get with him, to you he was unreachable

what you didn't know was that niki had a crush on you too, and despite his reputation he was very shy and awkward so he'd just avoid you

until he saw you getting closer and closer to another guy in your class

he was jealous of course and finally he felt threatened enough to ask you out

he walked to your desk as soon as the lunch bell rang and asked you if you were free to talk in a more private place

you agreed instantly, a bit anxious in your stomach but also curious to know what he wanted

the empty classroom was filled by a heavy silence. niki was half-sat on a desk in front of you, his wouldn't dare to look up from the ground. "i... i was wondering if you were free this afternoon". you didn't say anything, you weren't sure you heard correctly. "i mean you're nice and pretty so we could go out if you want to."

and you wanted to

after school you rushed home to get ready, you didn't tell anyone in case this was all fake

niki met you at a park nearby, he got you some flowers. he didn't know your favorites so he chose the ones that matched your vibe the best

despite the first date typical tension everything went on smoothly

after a walk in the park you guys went in a supermarket to buy some food for the stray cats, something he'd do often evenn when he was alone

your crush on him only grew, you found out that under that tough look there was a golden heart

neither of you talked much, but the silence was comfortable and welcoming, sometimes one of you would point out a funny shaped cloud or an animal or other things you met during the walk and often it would lead to sharing anecdotes about each others

after he walked you home he didn't kiss you, he hugged you and told you he enjoyed the afternoon with you

and it was enough to make you both a blushing mess

you thanked him and told him you liked it too before, spurred on by who knows what wave of courage, you kissed his cheek and went back home

[liedownquisition]

Ah I see, so you just... don't actually understand that the way you phrase things imply things. Cool. Got it. That explains your own difficulty understanding the text, got it.

Also, no you're not really explaining it, and even if you were no one was asking for that "explanation" in the first place. Read the first post again, you'll notice the operative phrase "a lot of people" and this is specifically directed at things like people who complain/hate on Jason Todd, while adoring other characters who share a lot of significant themes, personality characteristics, and concepts with him.

It also, most 100% definitely says that that dislike is valid? But this is about people and things that complain about Jason for things that are DEFINITELY prevalent also in the characters that they do "stan." Such as Batman, or Huntress, and so on and so forth. It's kind of like this:

Where people prop up their character for doing the same things, which funny thing is usually more common with female characters on the negative end of it so this is a somewhat interesting, if still exhausting, subversion of a very boring and repetitive issue.

Anyways you also missed the part where we both agreed that Jason was an extension of the same philosophy - yes, that even includes the fascist portions. (Bitter even Literally Also Called Jason Fascist). A vast majority of the superhero fantasy at its core cannot exist without some degrees of it, particularly once it starts expanding into the kind of universe DC currently has. Come on, the watchtower? Brother Eye? Are these not sparking red flags in your mind? And who, exactly, is responsible for them?

Batman.

Also, Batman has been called fascist multiple times even in-canon and spin-off properties. Usually by Green Arrow, or in that Blue Beetle movie. They're not wrong, but no one takes Green Arrow seriously about it and the Blue Beetle line was framed as a joke for the audience to laugh at.

-He asked Bruce why he wouldn't, and when Bruce gave his answer he... "accepted" it and asked him to stand by and let him do it himself. If you wanted to illustrate the point of Jason asking Bruce to kill the Joker, maybe you should have picked the pages right before this where he was going on, at length, about the reasons WHY Bruce should have? Instead of the one where he literally said "Fine, I'll do it"? The page that literally says, twice, "You won't kill him, I will." And even then, that speech was less asking him to do it and more condemning him for his choices.

He didn't say "Don't" he said "Won't" the time is long since past for Bruce to be the one to pull that trigger. If he was trying to get Bruce to kill Joker, he didn't try very hard.

-That's fine not to reread, but you're clearly not remembering a lot of it or went into it with such a biased perspective you weren't paying attention (which, you know, it's a bad comic I can't entirely blame people from missing things. But again, at least hate things accurately?). Kori had more character and development than Roy did, actually. At least in the parts Lobdell wrote. I still haven't decided how to classify Tynion's portion of that mess. It gives me a headache.

-I never said Jason was a better Batman, I said that his ideals of "wanting to be a better Batman" means that his ultimate motivation is just an extremist version of Bruce's own. Once again: that means that if Batman is a fascist, then so is Jason. Albeit one that operates outside the overarching fascist system Bruce aligns with and attempts to build his own, equally flawed system

-Do you realize how many poor people literally kill themselves to get out of medical debt because they cannot find work and see themselves as just burdens to themselves and sometimes their families? Do you know how common it is for people to realize they need expensive medical care and ask their families to let them die instead for the same reason and how that's not really that far off from killing yourself for it? Do you even understand how much poor people who can't afford insurance just don't go to the hospital and die of preventable/fixable things because they're afraid of medical bills? Have you been paying no attention whatsoever to how even with insurance it's a huge issue to not get medical care because it gets denied and would be too expensive without it which is a RELEVANT and RECENT topic of concern?

It's still a death, it's just one that you can pretend didn't spiral from the initial incident. Slow, and agonizing, and you're going to suffer and know what caused it the whole way while Batman remains blissfully ignorant of his responsibility in your suffering.

And, with regards to your tags: Hi! Not only Have I been affected by organized crime, My family was part of, and torn apart by it. Speaking of putting words in our mouths, when did we say it was okay for him to kill "bad poor people"? We didn't. And Bruce Beating and Throwing "bad poor people" in jail doesn't help their families either! I've said it before but if Bruce was paying attention to the families of the criminals he & the system he supports put in jail and doing anything about it, chances are Jason wouldn't have ended up homeless in the first place!

"It's okay to prey on addicts as long as they're not kids" we ALSO didn't say that but do you know what happens when you cut addicts off cold turkey? I've known people who were in so much pain from the cravings that they were tearing out their hair and chunks of their scalp and digging their nails into their arms so hard they bled. I have known people who had seizures during withdrawals and hit their head going down and died because no one knew it was happening. I have known people who got arrested and thrown in jail and died in their cells because they were left to go through the withdrawals with no assistance.

Cutting the drug lines entirely isn't the answer, either. Preventing them from getting more kids hooked on drugs is the bare minimum. It's not an endpoint, it's a beginning.

To be honest I think that a lot of people who share the anti Jason Todd sentiment don't even actually hate Jason. I think a lot of them hate what he forces the narrative to do.

Jason forces the subversion of the hero genre -- he's the single, most extreme proof that Batman's hero fantasy wouldn't be effective in real life, and therefore Jason showing up can take you out of the universe really fast really hard. A lot of people are here for what comics are meant to offer, the one man hero fantasy that makes you Feel Good, and Jason showing up doesn't Allow you to enjoy it! And if that's the case, you're completely justified in not liking Jason, he takes you out of the thing you enjoy.

I think a lot of you don't actually find his personality or acts annoying in of themselves, you just hate what those actions do to the genre itself. And I think once you realize that and start looking at comics like actual pieces of literature, Jason and shitty comics both will become a lot less rage inducing to you.

[idonttakethislightly]

One cool thing about Caspar Wijngaard's attention to visual detail in The Power Fantasy is that, rather than having a specific trademark hairstyle or a single Important Haircut moment (TV Tropes link), everyone is characterized by their overall relationship to their hair. All six Superpowers change up their hairstyle, whether that's day-to-day or year-to-year- but they each have unique approaches to how they look, that offer clues to who they are as people.

As far as we can tell, Valentina's had the exact same haircut her entire adult life, but she styles it differently on different days, and in different contexts. I think she's known for a long time who she is and who she wants to be- specifically, she knows she's a Superpower, a hero or a danger or both, but she wants to be human, someone who can be kind and friendly and have loved ones. For her, that's manifesting as conventional femininity, which shows up in her overall sense of style as well as her hair.

That said- her hair was shorter as a kid, probably just for practical reasons. And when she goes full angel-self, it changes both color and texture- pure white, and a more stylized texture than the detailed strands of her usual hair.

In contrast, Eliza's changed her hair a whole bunch of times, and I feel like she doesn't have any consistent throughline to what she's going for. It's been all different lengths, usually worn loose but one time in a ponytail, usually kept straight but one time permed. Eliza switching haircuts so many times feels to me like she's never satisfied with who she is- she's hungry to be something else, something more. It's the opposite of Valentina having a very clear idea what her hair is expressing. Eliza's searching for something with her hair that a haircut alone is never going to give her.

However, she's repeated haircuts a couple times. Her long hair the day she said no penitent sinner would burn is similar to the long hair she received right after selling her soul to hell. And also, her chin-length bob the day Magus passed her over for promotion is similar to her 1999 hair, when she's so far been pretty antagonistic towards Magus. (Although the haircuts aren't identical. Like Valentina, Eliza's hair changes color and texture from her fully-human form to her descended extradimensional form.) Is the visual echo significant? It'll probably never be confirmed one way or the other that it is, but it's an interesting way to look at things. (Credit to someone on the Discord for sharing the insight that Eliza's 1999 haircut matches her 1986 one!)

Heavy is kind of the midpoint between consistent look and continual change- he's always had long hair, but the context keeps shifting. He's switched subcultures a couple different times, always conveniently to a look where it's fashionable for a man to have long hair- which means the exact style of his long hair varies.

Instead of chronological order, I laid this image out to show that Heavy also puts a lot of effort into styling his hair day-to-day- which is really a showcase of Caspar's attention to texture. The top row of images are ones where I'd say he hasn't done anything to his hair except maybe wash it- and so it's just slightly wavy, drawn with a crinkly kind of texture.

The second row is him the first scene he appears in, where his hair is incredibly silky-smooth at first, and then a little wilder after getting shot and flying around. I can't actually prove that he had someone blow-dry it for him that morning, but I choose to believe that he did. (My full headcanon on that is that having his hair done is a comfort thing. Like, he'd never admit out loud how stressed he was that day, but he'd have someone take care of him without having to directly ask for it... that's all just speculation and personal gratification, though.)

And the third row of images is all the other stuff he does with his hair. In order: he's gelled it back for Masumi's exhibition, then he sleeps on it with the gel in and it turns into a mess. Then you've got his tightly-curled perm from 1981 and a looser perm from probably the seventies. More than anyone else, Heavy's the one who's willing to put day-to-day time into his hair looking good. (For a certain definition of period-piece "good", with that perm.)

Etienne gradually moves from very short hair to locs, but I think the interesting part is how he grows out his beard. These are in chronological order, and you can see him go from a patchier beard when younger to a full, bushy beard by 1999. My read on this is that he's trying to look sophisticated- which means mature, a grown-ass man- and he's trying to compensate for the receding jawline that's more visible when he's a clean-shaven teenager. (Again, full headcanon mode is that he feels compelled to compete with Heavy's ridiculous lantern jaw. But again, that might just be me.)

Masumi, the character most openly inspired by anime and manga, comes very close to having anime/manga-style Expressive Hair (TV Tropes link again), meaning that it almost seems to move based on how she feels. The first row is three panels in order from the same scene- messy hair while she's grumpy, transitioning to smoother hair as she starts to relax. The second row is three panels from a different scene- hair that's been straightened at a time when she's trying to hold herself together, getting messier as she loses composure. Neither of those hair changes is completely impossible under the circumstances- maybe her bedhead is resolving itself, and maybe her styled hair is coming loose from sweating and moving around. But those changes just conveniently parallel her emotional arc.

And at other times, she puts her hair up in mini-ponytails that make her look young and cute. When she actually was younger, her hair was longer and naturally black. Ironically, I think that actually looks more mature... maybe she's made a move towards looking cute and nonthreatening over time?

Magus* has also always had long hair, but it was a bit shorter in 1978 than it has been since. I think it's interesting that he bothered to keep that neatly trimmed beard even though most of the world didn't see it- it was for the sake of himself and his inner circle. I think it symbolizes him being a little scruffy, a little countercultural- but not a total mess, as he clearly takes care of it.

By 1999, his* hair texture has changed a bit, messier and lanker... my original theory was that he stopped washing it, in line with how he's gotten too thin and he's not buying new clothes. In retrospect though... yeah I'm not taking any bets until next issue.

* it's complicated

And then there's Tonya, Isabella, Kid Ignition- I could say stuff about their hair too but I think I've gone on long enough. Even walk-on extras have visual characterization that extends to every part of their design, head to toe. It's kind of mind-blowing the amount of thought that's gone into just that one aspect of character design in TPF, and the amount of drawing skill it takes to carry the ideas through.

[bugpoolz]

who up androiding their javert

He has a pen :) that he spins; the thought process here was truncheon -> cylinder shaped (and a truncheon would probably not be the most useful in 2038… when everyone has guns,,, PLUS androids aren’t allowed to wield weapons or something but anyways) -> pen (cylinder shaped)

Android Javert’s weapon of choice would be a sleek dagger that he keeps in the inside of his jacket. And he throws it with crazy accuracy and it’s incredibly scary

I tried to make his outfit different from Connor with a detective-y cape thing but i don’t think it would work since it obscures his triangle thing. I don’t think they would allow that

more yapping below if anyone cares (it’s a tad bit long. Just a little.)

I’ve been thinking about it (somewhat) but I think I’ve figured out a timeline that works

I condensed it as much as I could but the timing is Kind of questionable

But anyways! Valjean does NOT go to jail because he is an android. He would either be a gardener model like Simon or one of those construction models like Luther (I’m leaning towards construction because Valjean’s strength.. but then again I have no idea how strong android gardeners are so I don’t know) ands his serial number (which is supposed to be like really long but I shortened it for conveniences sake) is 24601 😁

One day he sees a woman struggling to feed her 7 kids and she looks so desperate that Valjean deviates and tries to steal a loaf of bread for her. He gets caught but the store owner is baffled at the fact that an android!!! Is breaking the law!!! That he hesitates for a second to call the cops (or cyberlife???). But that’s enough time for Valjean to book it.

“But wait Kaden Androids don’t have names how does Valjean get his name” good question! I have no idea! The woman with 7 kids’ is meant to be his sister, who’s also conveniently named Jeanne Valjean. Let’s just say he was like “okay, you’re the catalyst for my deviation. I’m gonna take your name :) but identity fraud is bad so I’ll change it up a little” and Jeanne becomes Jean. Cool!

Anyways (new drinking game take a shot every time I say anyways) Javert just got assigned his first case! Yay! He was sent by Cyberlife to investigate a faulty android in the world’s first deviant case. He talks to the shopkeeper, he interrogates the woman and her kids with a little more force than necessary, and files her name away because there has to be something about that woman to make a fully functional android go rogue!

But in the end, Javert’s unable to find Valjean, and thus fails his first mission, which would probably be incredibly upsetting if he could feel emotions. He doesn’t want to fail, because he wasn’t built to fail, so he makes it one of his objectives to find the first deviant.

Meanwhile, Valjean is on the run! It’s maybe been a week or so since he deviated? His face hasn’t been broadly broadcasted because Cyberlife is trying to keep it all hushed up that androids can go deviant. He hasn’t had the bright idea to cut off his LED yet, so he’s just meandering about.

He’s experienced his fair share of discrimination at this point, and he is TIRED! Valjean is this close to calling off on all humans forever until the bishop gives him a place to stay, is nice to him, gives him spare blue blood , EVERYTHING. In place of the candlesticks is probably just normal money. But yeah

Valjean’s like, “you’d help me!!?!?! Even though I’m visibly an android??!!?!?!”

Anyways he’s on his merry way to a different town to get away from the police, he puts on a human disguise and gets rid of his LED, somehow reconstructs his face, gets a fake mustache, changes his hair to a different color, all that fun identity stuff like faking an id & drivers license, his birth certificate, papers, etc.

Somehow, he becomes the mayor of a town, after like a year of living there. And Valjean’s understandably very nervous, and tries to deny it and people are just like “wow father Madeline is so humble 🙏🙏”

Some random deviant thing happens nearby the town and enter Javert! He’s the lead investigator for all deviant cases (with the power of being incredibly efficient and proving himself to be trustworthy he is allowed to work alone and without a partner)

So yeah, Javert’s sniffing around the scene & decides that maybe some townspeople saw the incident? And it would help with the case?

So he goes to the town & finds out about Madeline , and cue the brain neuron activation when he actually sees the mayor for himself.

by every single god and holy presence above, Javert’s facial recognition doesn’t clock Valjean immediately, but he is suspicious so he files a report claiming the the mayor might be that one deviant

And then Valjean meets Fantine, who is human, and has lost her job due to androids.

She turned to becoming a red ice dealer, and has a seething hatred for androids. She’s also super sick (partly from living in some random hole in the wall apartment and partly from the not very safe drugs she’s dealing… chemicals or something)

Then the whole cart crash thing happens but instead with cars and Valjean lifts a whole car up by himself and Javert’s like “well shit it IS that deviant” but before he does anything like arresting Valjean he gets a report that they found a deviant android that just so happens to be the same model as Valjean

Cue “punish me Monsieur le Mayor” & everything that happens after — Fantine dies & Valjean promises to get Cosette. Javert is furious and tries to corner Valjean in the hospital but gets overpowered (javert has the chance to shoot him, but doesn’t for some reason)(cough, software instability ⏫, cough),, and Valjean gets away

Uhhh some rapid fire stuff im not sure where to put

Thénardier has upgraded to a shitty hotel instead of an inn. Good for him. He also does weird illegal creepy stuff with androids like taking them apart and selling the parts for cash. He recognizes Valjean as an android but doesn’t do anything about it because 1. Valjean is super buff and scary and 2. It could be blackmail later 😮😮

Javert has not failed a single mission EXCEPT for those concerning Valjean

Javert’s mind palace person is Valjean (it makes him extremely angry seeing Valjean in his mind, where he’s supposed to be free) and his appearance updates every time he sees Valjean

Javert calls doesn’t know that Valjean is named Valjean, he calls him “that deviant” — however, he has noticed that the deviant had a very strong reaction to the name “Jeanne Valjean”

The Amis are androids (I don’t know them all tbh. Sorry guys you can decide who’s what), so amending this: Enjolras is DEFINITELY an android. They try to lead a revolution in the span of 3 days but unfortunately they’re not Markus so they fail

Marius, Eponine, and Cosette are humans; Cosette doesn’t know her father is an android (somehow)

Javert lowkey doesn’t even have to wear a disguise to the barricade he just pretends he’s deviant (everyone’s extremely hesitant to let him in because he’s known as the “deviant hunter” but Enjolras lets him in)

Gavroche is a human kid (and symbolizes that bonds between humans and androids are possible… something like that idk)

Pre-deviancy/myriel Valjean has blond hair & a middle part, when he changes his appearance in m sur m he makes his hair a dark brown & adopts a side part; after the trial when he’s on the run he changes his hair to white

At the barricade, when Valjean frees Javert, they!!! Interface!!! They do the android equivalent of a kiss!!! Because I said so!!! And that’s the exact moment Javert deviates and yes I am packing this scene full of valvert bullshit and no you cannot stop me

When they’re sharing memories Javert gets an epiphany and he knows that Valjeans not lying about his intent & now Javert ALSO has to deal with feeling emotions for the first time; he also learns that Valjean’s name is valjean and that when he said “Jeanne Valjean” as in the woman, Valjean thought he said “Jean Valjean” as in the deviant and they have a moment

and maybe Javert refers to Valjean as a ‘he’ instead of an ‘it’ for the first time 👀 maybe he does that

And then he jumps off a bridge! Bro really experiences emotions for the very first time and immediately kills himself. But hey Valjean and Javert have one thing in common :) their first emotion is soul crushing GUILT

and then all that other stuff happens.. oh and Valjean shows the barricade boys that he’s an android so they let him in,, he just somehow snuck into the barricade without being noticed by law enforcement I don’t know anymore

I do intend on making actual art of this au and not just shitty doodles 😁👍 by the way

Feel free to add onto this!! Please tell me your ideas because I think my brain is going to explode if I have to think about this anymore.

[misaerabl]

MUTED 𝝑𝑒 - masterlist

✧˖°📷 ༘ ⋆｡˚ gamer&commentary creator!e x influencer!u (enemies to lovers) SUMMARY : wc... ? ˙⋆✮˙ A lifestyle creator with a flawless feed. A reaction channel with a talent for starting drama. Your world is all soft lighting and subtle shade—Ellie Williams is loud edits, louder opinions, and a fanbase that lives for her chaos. You and Ellie were never supposed to cross paths. But one reaction stream, one too-perfect subtweet, and the internet writes its own narrative: a rivalry they can’t get enough of. You’re curated. She’s unfiltered. You go viral for routines. She goes viral for ruining them. It should’ve ended online—but now you’re stuck sharing a cabin, sharing space, sharing tension that won’t stay hidden behind screens. Ellie is frustrating. Fame is relentless. And somewhere between stolen glances and snarky remarks, the line between content and connection starts to blur. Because when everything is made to be watched, the most dangerous thing you can do is feel.

˙⋆✮ READ THE REST ON AO3!

PROLOGUE -- "not sorry"

ellie.exe is live...

The screen is dimly lit in cool purples and flickering LED strips. A soft lo-fi playlist hums beneath the click-clack of keys and the occasional irritated—

“Dude, seriously?”

Ellie, tucked into a hoodie and headset, squints at her monitor, brows furrowed in the way that makes her fans screenshot the stream and tweet things like “she’s so baby when she’s mad”.

She's midway through a stream of some hyper-buggy online multiplayer game her chat begged her to play. She’s not good at it. She’s not pretending to be good at it.

Which is, naturally, why thousands are watching.

“Okay, there is no way that hit me. Roll back the tape. That’s cheating. That’s hacking, actually. I’m reporting him.”

The chat explodes:

lmaoo classic ellie L NOOB.exe pls check out @/reader’s new vid tho omg 😭 she’d beat this game faster than u lmao grwm girl supremacy!!!

Ellie groans, tossing her controller onto her lap and reaching for the watered-down iced coffee she’s been sipping since the stream started. The condensation leaves a faint ring on her desk.

“Okay, okay—pause. I need hydration and emotional support.”

Sip. Grimace. Another sip.

“Wait, who are you all yelling about?”

The chat floods with one name: your username, a wave of heart emojis, thirst comments, and “SHIP??” spam.

“Reader?” Ellie squints at the screen. “The GRWM chick? Seriously?”

A few more keystrokes, a few clicks.

“Okay, I mean… sure. Gotta give the fans what they want.”

The game feed shrinks into the corner. A new window opens on her overlay—your latest video.

GRWM: Night Out Routine (Even If You Cancel Last Minute) 💄🍷

The video fades in. You’re cross-legged on your bed, silky robe slung off one shoulder, hair twisted up with a claw clip, all soft lighting and softer skin. You’re smiling at the camera, walking through a lineup of glassy skincare bottles like it’s second nature.

Ellie leans forward slightly. Just a bit.

“She’s giving Vogue cover, but also… does she even sweat?”

Chat starts twitching:

UR EYES R TOO WIDE STAND UP she plugs her sephora code every 3 minutes she’s got you in a chokehold already babe 😭

“Like, does her skincare budget exceed my rent?”

She pauses—lets the silence sit there a second.

“I’m not judging—I’m just confused. Does she live at Sephora?”

The chat absolutely loses it.

no bc the tension already you’re just in love just say it someone ship name this rn you guys are delusional. ellie hates people like her

Ellie lifts her hands in mock surrender.

“Chat, I’m not a hater—I’m just a broke, bitter lesbian. Calm down.”

She smirks. Just a little. The kind that makes her left cheek dimple slightly, which only makes her chat explode even more.

nah she’s BLUSHING for real

She minimizes the window. Boots her game back up.

“Anyway. I’m going back to getting absolutely smoked in this trash server. Thanks for the detour, creeps.”

But it’s already too late.

The screen recordings are circulating. TikToks are multiplying like bacteria in petri dishes. The fan edits are being born—dramatic music, soft fades, your skincare and her flustered commentary spliced together.

Meanwhile, on your end. Your phone buzzes with a flurry of DMs. Some from fans. Some from mutuals. All of them saying the same thing:

“girl... ellie.exe just reviewed your grwm and i’m SOBBING” “you gonna let her talk to you like that or...?” “you got her blushing on camera 😭”

You scroll. You find the clip. You raise a brow.

Fuck this girl. Fuck her.

You stare at your screen for a bit before hitting post on the tweet.

you @/yourhandle ✨ skincare hits different when your lighting source isn’t a 3am Twitch stream 😘

Your mentions explode. The war has begun.

You swipe through your mentions, catching glimpses of your own face edited onto Mortal Kombat fighters, people tagging Ellie and begging her to respond. You tell yourself you’re over it. That you’ve said what you needed to say. That she doesn’t matter.

And then someone DMs you again.

“uhhhh did you see her tweet 💀”

You open Twitter.

ellie @/ellie.exe some ppl act brand new just because the sun hits them once and they didn’t burst into flames. proud of you 😇

You blink. Read it again. Your jaw actually drops.

That smug, passive-aggressive, “not-a-reply-but-yes-it-is” tone practically has her signature all over it. She didn’t tag you. She didn’t have to. It’s as good as a shot fired.

Like she didn’t start this by coming for your routine with her crusty gamer hands and talking about you like you were a mall display instead of a person?

Oh, hell no.

You set your phone down. Pick it back up. Type. Delete. Type again. Your jaw clenches as you pace your room, bare feet dragging across a fluffy rug as the late afternoon sun pours across your floor—the same one she saw in your video. The one she smirked at like it offended her personally.

You finally hit post.

you @/yourhandle ✨ no hate to the gamers but if your selfcare knowledge is based on your reflection in a loading screen… maybe hush 😘

You don’t even wait to see the fallout this time. You toss your phone onto your bed like it burned you and go to pour yourself something strong and unnecessary.

By the time you come back, Twitter’s already turned your quote tweet into a meme. Your face on a skincare ad. Ellie’s on a GameStop receipt. Someone edited a fake YouTube thumbnail:

“GRWM to fight a gamer lesbian (gone wrong) (emotional)”

You try to laugh, but it comes out tight.

Your blood is hot. Not quite angry, not quite amused. It’s something in between. Something irritating and unfamiliar. Something that smells like obsession.

comments: “they’re gonna make out or kill each other, no in between.” “this is the weirdest foreplay i’ve ever witnessed and i’m here for it” “ellie.exe called her sensitive and now she’s dismantling her entire existence 💅”

You actually exhale a disbelieving, “Oh my God,” into your empty room.

She’s insufferable. Infuriating. Smug. And you hate—hate—the way her face lingered in your head after watching her watch you.

You were supposed to win this. You were supposed to make her shut up. So You make her... By Clicking the block button.

KEEP UP! KEEP UP!

prologue... (you are here!) - "blocked. not sorry" part 1. - "fuck the algorithm" part 2. - ??? + more!!! (next parts will be posted daily! see you tomorrow!, please comment to be added to the taglist!)

[lilyw0lf]

I think I'm missing some context, but I've been seeing a bit of controversy about the LU and LoZ fandom this past couple of days and I'm pretty sure that this issue comes from way back.

And I just want to say that most of the people that I've met in this fandom are so sweet and welcoming. Maybe I was just fortunate to interact with the right people, but I know for sure that those little interactions have been what makes me love this fandom so much. I think a healthy community is even more important than the source material when it comes to shape one's vision of a fandom, at least for me.

I must confess that I've been a lurker for most of the time that I've been here, mostly because my own fear of giving my opinion or asking questions that could seem dumb and not wanting to go out of my confort zone. That said, I couldn't have been more wrong.

If you are new to a fandom, and not just LU or LoZ, any fandom, or even if you've been here for a while and you are just a fellow lurker I want to tell you:

Don't be afraid of interacting with other people

Don't be afraid of giving your opinion

Don't be afraid to create

Don't be afraid to share

And don't be afraid of asking questions

I can't promise you that you won't encounter a jerk sometimes, but mostly you will find great people willing to share their own opinions and knowledge with you. Who knows, you might meet some of your greatest friends that way.

The interactions between people are what define the hearth of a comunity. And that's why I want you to always try to be polite and treat everyone with kindness first.

Don't impose your own headcanons to anyone, hell don't even impose canon, people love to create and go wild with their own imagination and if that makes them happy let them be happy.

You can always share your knowledge about the games, LU or whatever you want, but please do it politely. The other person might not realise that their take on a character or story is not canon or they might know and just want to ignore it. And that's alright too, at the end of the day we are here to have fun. You can share your own headcanons if you want.

If you don't like something or a person is just being straight rude, then you can always block them, you have all the right to do it. But please try to make sure you don't become the one that's rude with others without reason.

Also about the games, you don't have to have played to every game to interact with the fandom, you don't have to have played to any of them if you want. You can just have read the comic and that's totally fine, like I said earlier if you want to know about something just ask politely, really don't be afraid to ask. And to the people that answers please don't be rude about it. Most people don't have the money or the time to play every game, but that doesn't mean that they can't learn about them if they are interested.

Don't assume anything about anyone, for all you know you could be talking with a literal child that just found something that seems cool and is so excited to learn more about it or to share their own stuff with others. And how would they feel if the first reaction they got to their question or opinion was a negative one? And not just children, anyone who wanted to interact with a fandom and just got rude reactions would probably just want to go away and not even want to keep learning about the thing that had them so excited. So please, please always try to be mindful with others, you don't know their circunstances, kindness shoud always be tried first.

And mostly to new users but this goes to everyone, about taging no LU stuff as LU, please if you are not sure try to check the original tags before reblogging. It takes just a few seconds and is the best way to avoid confussion and innecesary arguments. On the other side, if you see someone misstaging let them know, but please do it politely, they might be new and not understand how the tagging works.

What I want to say with all of this is please always try to be kind, everyone has their own circunstances. Don't let issues like these that can be easily avoided rot the core of a beautiful comunity. You'll find some people that are just jerks, is unavoidable on any group of people, but don't let them make you become one of them, just block and keep living your life. Most people are sweet and great and it's a pity if you miss out on everything good just because a few idiots.

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When Comfort Is Due

Paring: BangChan X GN!Reader

Genre: Fluff/Flash Fiction

Summary: Reader is exhausted from crying all day and needs cuddles

Note: It’s short and not proofread

What seemed like the worst day ever had finally come to an end when you stepped through the door to your apartment. You didn't know how your day could get any worse than it had already been, with your hair stuck to your face. The worst headache imaginable had just started and your nose was on fire. Your eyes seemed so dry for how long you had been sobbing and all you wanted was to lie in your man's arms.

You threw your stuff on the couch, washed your face, and got into your comfort PJs. When you opened the door to your shared bedroom, to your surprise Chan wasn't there. Upon further investigation, Chan wasn't at the house at all and your heart was hurting more than ever. Tears started to well up in your eyes again and the pounding of your head matched your heart's pace. He was always home before you but now on the day you need him most, he's gone. Withought saying anything to you, he left and that hurt your overthinking mind most of all. On a normal day when things weren't shit, you'd think logically and figure out what happened but not tonight. Everything came down on you at once and Chan became the person to blame for you having a bad day. It wasn't fair but in the moment it felt good and rational thinking was gone.

Fuck you

you don't fucking love me and I need you right now

It's ok

You texted it without thinking much and turned off your phone to continue crying on his pillow.

About fifteen minutes had passed when you heard the front door click open. A little rustling here and there then it went quiet. No footsteps, no breathing, no door opening to your room, just his arms wrapping around you. You knew you couldn't pretend to be asleep seeming it had only been a few minutes. He was fully embracing you without a question and your sniffling still hadn't subsided. When you positioned yourself comfortably in his arms and clung to his chest, he swung your legs across his.

The slow rocking and humming from his chest said he already knew it was rough. You never had to explain anything to Chan he just already knew. He kicked off his slippers which startled you for a second, making you sit up.

“Lie back down Baby that was just me,” he said with a hum of his soothing voice. With his slippers off and you to him like a sticker on a hot car, he pulled up the cool fuzzy blankets. Up to his belly just enough to cover your shoulders. After he fluffed up a pillow behind his head, his hands returned to you. One, on your arm tracing soft circles on the delicate skin. The other, picking wet hair off of your face so you could breathe and rubbing your cheeks to dry them.

The only thing keeping you from crying all over again was the feeling of his hums through his chest. Deep and prominent going into you and giving you something to focus on. If you start crying it's hard for you to stop. There are different types of crying and yours is from bottling it up for so long that when it spills open your not only getting the emotions from today, but also from ever other day that you decided not to cry.

“I’m sorry,” you said with a broken voice, hoarse from all the crying. “I know Baby, just try to relax. Even if you're not sleeping not crying is better, hmm?” small pats to your pounding head caused a wince to escape your lips.

“What's wrong!?” Chan said looking down at you in distress.

“Its nothing, I just have a headache.”

“You should have told me, I'll go get you something.”

Before you could protest and whine that you’ll be cold, lonely even, he left. With the sound of his feet getting quieter with each step onto the hard floor.

“Sit up,” you heard Chan say. To your surprise you fell asleep and only noticed when Chan woke you up with a glass of water in his hand. He motioned for you to hold out your hand and gave you a small green pill. You took the cold glass and downed the pill without a problem. Water tasted so good after crying with the refreshing taste leaving you in a better mood. Chan took the empty glass and set it on the stand beside the bed so he could cradle you.

“Scooch,” he said making a shooing motion with his hands. You moved over to the other side of the bed which was cold and the blankets were still tucked in. “Nuh uh uh,” Chan said pulling you back into his chest and resting his chin on the top of your head. Now instead of his chest, you could feel and hear the gentle sound of him breathing through his throat. His arm was clutched around you tightly in case you tried to escape and his breath surrounded you, filling up your senses.

You knew he wasn't asleep cause he never fell asleep that quickly, if at all. “I love you, Chan” you whispered so softly that even your ears could barely pick it up. But in the darkness a loud “I love you too Baby,” cut through. Your suspicions were put to rest, he was awake. Knowing that made you feel safer in your little nest made of his body.

When you tried to move your hand out and reach your phone, he wrapped his leg around you and swung you to the other side of the bed where he was just lying. With your spots now switched, you were at the edge of the bed and his leg hung over you with his foot off the bed. His big nose was still just right above you and the slow sounds of his breathing found you again. It's weird to be so obsessed but you don't know until you've felt it, how addicting it can be.

Your mind was still set in crying mode so any wrong move and you could blow. Knowing this, Chan always just took the approach of, he should be there. Do not ask questions and try to understand what you need in the moment. When he saw you in bed with your head in his pillow that told him you needed him and him only. Make you feel small and safe with his body around you saying “nothing will ever touch you again, not even in words.”

Chan also knew it sounded stupid if said out loud but comforting you and cuddling you when you needed him, made him feel special. His dad instincts were always there and you needing his shoulder to cry on didn't help it. Not just anyone it had to be his shoulder and his soothing words that made you better. Your texts hurt him but they were fake. Cries for help are what Chan saw, not insults.

It didn't take long for you to be passed out in his nest. He was still awake but your body had gone limp and your shivers from crying had stopped. A sigh left Chan and he looked over at the clock that read 1:30. Normally he would stay awake for longer but you needed him so he stayed. Let himself drift to sleep with you safe in his arms

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As a part of my very first year anniversary on Rotomblr, I really wanted to do something cool! I know I'm still a month early to it (July 30th) but this server needed to be released NOW!!!

I really love Rotomblr. It's a great community and I've had so much fun roleplaying here, seeing and creating so many characters. However, when I join Gliscord (Discord) servers for Rotomblr, I notice a majority of them are region-specific— or, if they are general IC chatting, they have a lacking amount of region specific channels. I wanted to change that!

Not only does this server cover the basic general IC type channels, but I also include many many region-specific chats that can be toggled via roles! While it only covers mainline games (disregarding Hisui as of now) I tried to fit as many chats into one category to cover as much of that region that'd make sense! Not only do I help people find their places in region-specific areas, but I also included helpful resources for starting or off-the-ground blogs!

Rotomblr guides to learn how to start your journey, ask games if your blog seems boring, Picrew links to make new characters when creativity runs low— and etcetera! Of course, these channels also allow other members to post and give their own resources to the community to help! (Aside from guides and Tupperbox) And, of course, I wouldn't want your creative expression to be blocked via Discord Emojis. So, I hope this wide variety of emojis will suffice for your expressive messages!

Some few extra things!

— No blog required! OCs without a blog? Interested in Rotomblr, but no blog? Quit Rotomblr, but still want to roleplay? Just want to roleplay Pokemon in a social media format? That's alright!

— Doubles && Multiverse! The multiverse has BEEN a thing on Rotomblr, because there's not just going to be one blog of every canon character ever, and everyone will have different stories. Well, same applies to Gliscord! Who the freak cares about having 3 William Arvens — Always up for more! The server JUST got made. Well, no, I've had it made since about a month ago, but that doesn't matter. I can always add to it if you wish! Region expansions, different emojis, more bots, and more!

Well, that covers everything.

That being said, this server is extremely small as of right now (Yep. Three people, including me.) If you happen to like what you see here, feel free to reblog! If you have fun in the server and want your friends to join in, share the invite! I know there are a bunch of Rotomblr Discord servers out there. I know they all offer the same things. However, I hope mine stands out. If it doesn't, feel free to suggest things either via suggestion channel in the server or DMs.

Join here!

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Yk what I'm adding on to this, this is pretty senseless rambling but this post got me thinking.

I'm not a dancer myself but I would assuming dancing makes you more aware of how you move your body and how you would present that movement to others, Dancing is a way of expression and having that background added to Kris would make their lost of autonomy from the player become even impactful.

They already have such a meaningful relationship with the piano so much so that they physically aren't good at playing the piano when the player is in control and they even bite their hand when we choose to tell susie that they would never play again. And the scenes when we aren't controlling kris, they take that moment of freedom to express themselves by playing the piano.

If they also had a background of a dancer and lost that freedom to move their body by their own will, they really are like a puppet on strings. With everything we've known so far in each given chapter, and each scene where kris tears their soul out of their body but still seemingly have the need to put it back. Makes you wonder why we're still needed in the first place? At the same time what really is the truth behind the soul and kris? Cause kris clearly has some connection to everything happening behind the scenes.

We as the player have taken very important things from kris whether we notice it or not, moments with his friends, relationships, dialogue, their autonomy, etc.

This post just got me thinking and I wanted to share it even if i couldnt properly lay out my point, it's a really cool detail point out.

I can't wait for the next deltarune chapters!

Something I never really thought about until the recent chapters of Deltarune is Kris’s agility and gracefulness. They elegantly twirl while gliding through the air during the cooking minigame, even with plates of food stacked on their head.

They possess an incredible sense of balance, seeing as they can stack a multitude of items on their head without fail in both chapters two and three.

They also have excellent technique when it comes to turning. When they perform a pirouette/spin during battle in either chapter one or chapter four, their foot is pointed, their balance is well maintained, and their spotting is very consistent.

They’re also pretty remarkable when it comes to doing squat kicks at a quick speed, as seen in both chapter two and chapter three.

While some of this could be a result of the influence of the player, I do still believe Kris possesses a lot of skill when it comes to dancing. Their abilities could nod to the notion that they were a dancer at some point, or at the very least took dance classes.