#and its something i actually want to commit to

[godspeedpietro]

i see your "walker cooks for everyone and keeps track of everyones food preferences, including bob's favorite food brands", and i raise you:

bob wanting john to teach him how to cook. its not that he was previously incapable, its just never something he really dedicated himself to learning. his comfort foods never really required much cooking, and he never had a family to provide for, but now he's on this team, living with these people who contribute so much, and he just needs to feel like he's doing *something* more.

so one day, when john is cooking dinner, bob silently walks into the kitchen and just watches him working from the other side of the room. he keeps himself out of the way, but he carefully examines everything john does, trying to commit it to memory so that he can replicate the actions on his own.

and of course john notices that he's there. despite how absorbed into cooking he can get, he also immediately notices when people enter the kitchen so that he can prepare to bark at them to get out. that isnt normally necessary with bob, due to how he tends to keep himself out of the way, but he can feel that bob is staring at him, and it freaks him out. so, after a couple mintutes go by, john just turns to him and goes, "do you need something? why the hell are you just looking at me?"

bob, more shy now that john has actually spoken to him, stutters out; "i just- um, i wanted to watch you cook, because.. i want to learn. but i didnt want to ask you, because i know you dont like people in the kitchen, so im just trying to watch... im sorry."

and as bob turns to leave, john sighs - not out of annoyance, but resign. he stops bob from leaving and invites him in, offering to teach him about everything he's doing. it starts with bob just hovering around while john verbally explains everything, then eventually evolves into bob handing him ingredients and measuring things, up until they eventually start cooking side by side. as the days pass, they get into a good rhythm, and cooking together becomes the norm. it helps bob feel like he's contributing, and it makes john feel like maybe he hasnt completely fucked up his chances at having a decent relationship with bob after all.

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

now i'm curious about who (in your opinion) would actually with the whole "burning down the world for their lover" thing. or perhaps something slightly less dramatic, for burning down the world is a messy and ecologically questionable business.

alternatively an extreme "will burn down the world for you" to mild yet constant "will do their dishes and fill out their taxes dutifully with you" gradient graph.

[Referencing this post!]

Honestly, I don’t think any of them are 😭 simply for the fact that “I’d burn the world down for you” is actually really vague and does not account for different takes on how far “far” really is? The trope assumes an extreme. Realistically, each character would have their own limits and exceptions that are not fully captured in such a broad statement. There’s other issues too. Characters change over time and are different at different points in the story. The trope can easily go from loyalty/devotion to overprotectiveness (based on the interpretation or execution), and it calls into question the characters’ ability to respect their partner’s independence. None of this nuance is considered by condensing all characters and comparing them to a trope.

For example, Riddle is generally known to have an explosive rage, and would quite literally burn the world down if he is threatened or rules/laws/social etiquette is disobeyed. You could, then, make the argument that he would fiercely be there for his partner. However, Riddle becomes much meeker when it comes to matters regarding his mother. Would he overcome his own fears and “stand up” for his partner to his mother? What if his partner was the one to break a rule or a law? Would he let it slide, even though he tries to be equally strict with everyone?

Even characters that do play fast and loose with their morals don’t exactly fit or wouldn’t commit to the extremes all the time. What if Floyd loses his interest in the situation (because, let’s be real here, no one, not even himself, can control when his mood or interest fluctuates)? Leona would assess a situation and think first, act later, rather than immediately reacting. Several of the other characters have to think about their own reputations + how the public views them and cannot just do whatever they want whenever they want (royals, celebrities, the mega-rich, etc.) for the sake of love.

I know that using tropes to describe things can be a quick and easy way to label and categorize. However, I think that seeing media as “tropes” can oversimplify complex characters and stories in order to make them neatly fit a square block into a square peg. I also think this can unintentionally lead to the witch hunting or hatred of certain tropes (like the love triangle or miscommunication/misunderstanding) due to the frequency with which they are used rather than stopping to consider the quality of its execution each time.

doeyegshsjw I hope this doesn’t come across as shaming the question (I’m not, I promise!!), I saw the opportunity to discuss the tropeification of media and took it 😂 Nothing wrong with liking or disliking certain tropes, of course!! And nothing wrong if you create or consume this particular trope in regards to your own ships. I just personally don’t enjoy sorting characters into these really broad categories, I prefer to stare at them through a magnifying glass 🔎

[n0t-evenhere]

Here we peeps, this is officially the end of the Star at night series! I feel so excited because this is the first time I have ever, EVER finished a series. Usually I burn out, lose momentum, or I just start feeling like I’m not doing it right but, I’ve done it. It feels so good too! Thank you for Al the support and love through out this series! I can’t wait to write more for you guys! I didn’t know what to draw for this one so I just did a low quality sketch of moment through out the story. I hope you enjoy anyway!

⚠️ warning ⚠️ blood, death, gore, emotional turmoil, manipulations, and I think that’s it.

“The Star At Night”

Finale “Last stand + Epilogue” 

Ray

You cradled the body so close to you. The warmth slowly leaves Joe’s body. Heartbreaking, even the sight of it made Ray pause. He hung on to the final thoughts of Joe. A dying wish. “A painless death. Quick” The heaving screams and crying of agony came to a pause, you had turned to face him. Brows furrowed upwards, a mix of anguish and anger. “Why?! Why would you do this?!” You scream at him. “You and your team were committing a crime.” Ray responded flatly. “A crime! A crime met with death?! Not even a kind death, you have tortured every. Single. Person here! How could you?! The- the government won’t let you get away with this. The NAHA will get you and you’ll be done for!”

The words echo in his mind, good questions. He’s willing to answer since they are marked by death.

You pov

After getting it all off of your chest. The questions, the small threat at the end, you lay your head back down on Joe’s chest. You couldn’t bring yourself to pull away. To move. To even make a run off the exit. Everyone you truly loved was here. You could never leave them. “(You).” Binary Star said softly, softly enough it could fool anyone into believing that he didn’t just massacre a whole group of people in such a cruel way. You didn’t look, you didn’t want to. You couldn’t. “You are a fool. Naive. Ignorant even.” He started to say. “The government, the NAHA, they don't care about you. Only on a surface level.” He paused, you still listened though. He had more to say. Besides, this is the first time in a bit that you actually have gotten to slow down. To really realize everything you had. Was gone.

“Crime is crime. Punishable. You open yourself up to it the moment you step into this place. As for the NAHA…who do you think sent me? Called me during my shift. Lead me to you. Even before that, I was called last night. Said cri was on the rise again. Fear was losing its grip on the criminals. He said to make an example out of someone. To bring that percentage down. That just so happens to be you.” You looked up, really? The NAHA had sent him, and told him to make an example out of criminals to scare the others? You thought it was a choice. As if reading your mind he responded. “Yes; I was sent but I chose you. You and your team were to be the example. That’s why I made it so messy. Party anyway. I’ll admit, I’m angry. Not directly at you necessarily.”

Binary Star paused, seeming to consider something. “Maybe it's general anger. I didn’t want to be here. It was supposed to be my day off. I’m tired. I feel like everyday I get closer and closer to a ledge I can’t even see, but I want it. I long for it but…I keep distant ma because part of me feels…hope. A small sliver but it’s still there. I’m tired. (You.) I’m lost…empty it feels like.” He started sauntering over to you, in reflex you scoot back to try and get to your feet. It was too late, he was much faster, not that you didn’t already know that. In a flash Binary Star was by your side before reaching out and taking a hold of your throat. Not to cut off the air, but as if just to hold you.

Your feet lifted from the ground, he too left the ground. “I can’t get behind your crime. I can’t find it within myself to say that what you are doing is okay. No matter why you do it. I grieve your loss. (You.) I know it hurts to lose the people you love. More than you know.” His words dropped with a deep ache that was in the past. Way before even tonight had been planned. Went past anything you could possibly know. “I guess there is a spot of light. You’ll see them soon. Your loved ones. I’ll even grant Joe’s final wish.”

You brows furrow, “wha-“ your words cut off by a sharp painful sensation. Blood bubbled up in your throat before you threw up the coppery substance. Then came the wet coughs, blood staining your lips and chin, the pain lessened quickly. Ray wasn’t holding you anymore but you were still suspended in the air. He was watching you. Your eyes began to get fuzzy, your vision going dark. Your head feels heavy, your head falls forward without much strength to fight it. Your eyes see a marble spear once pristine now covered in blood, protruding through the left center of your chest. Your heart. It’s through your heart. You had never really given too much thought to how you would die. This felt good though. It felt like letting go.

“(You.)” a voice? “(You) come on.” Looking up you see a familiar face. “Joe?” You asked confused as Joe’s hand reached out to you. “Yea, come on kiddo. Can’t stay here.” Taking his hand you nod. “Where is everyone else?”

Joe smiled warmly. “Waiting for you.”

The star at night

“Epilogue”

The museum was now quiet. No crying. No screaming. Just complete and utter silence. Ray took a deep breath. Slow and deliberate. No time to rest, it’s right back to it. The biggest part was over. Now just to clean up. A shower, a shower to wash off the blood. Mmmm, no. He needed to call Hershel, so he did.

Hershel: “Yes?”

Ray: “Hershel, it’s done. Dive dead at the museum.”

Hershel: “Were you smart about it? Did you use-“

Ray: “No. I didn’t use Red Diamond. I’ve done this before Hershel. I know how this works.”

Hershel: “Alright, great. We’ll get a cover up. Clean up, and be back in 20 minutes.”

Ray: “Fine.”

With that call done, Ray took a quick fly home. He still needed to wear the suit, so he hopped into the shower with it on, scrubbed away what he could, cleaned his face, and hair. All of it. The NAHA had all hero suits made in a way that you could shower with to get blood off for situations like this. Part of his 20 minutes was him trying to dry his hair as quickly as possible. “Shit.” He didn’t think about how he would wash out the blonde spray. “No, no, it’s fine.” People will notice but, it’ll be fine in the grand scheme of things. He figured he’d just dry on the way there with his flight. With five minutes to get back. Leaving the bathroom and going to his balcony, he leaped off and flew back to the museum.

The place was buzzing with life, a stark contrast to what was before. Hershel was talking to someone, a PR worker of some sort. Oh, and his PR handler who was really just Hershel’s assistant is what it felt like. “Hershel.” Ray called out to let him know of his presence. Hershel turned slightly to meet his gaze, his body relaxed, hands in his pockets. “Ah, Ray. We were waiting for you. There is one last thing we need you to do to get the story right.” Ray sighed. “And that is?” Hershel whistled, a group of men pulled a tied down villain known as Canadian Strong man. Ironically, his brother, Strong man, was a hero. Yet lacked canadian in the name. A stupid name in his opinion but, whatever. “Let me go you bastards!” He shouted trying to break the locked metal around his torso and arms.

Hershel continued on, “based on everything here, Canadian strong man is the perfect fit to be used for the cover up. So, we need you to mess this place up, make it a battlefield. Then kill him. Do it quickly.” Hershel demanded. “WHAT?! KILL ME?!” Hershel looked at the Canadian strong man. “Oh please, death will be the best thing you ever get.” With that Day bust through walls, lasered objects and walls before coming back to the small group, he stood before the villain held down, his eyes glowing a sharp brilliant red before a short beam went straight through his head. “Good, now, let’s get the police involved. Get them down here. Ray, you stick around. Keep to the story as usual.” Yes, of course. As usual. He thought.

Adrianna POV

It sucked that the museum was across town. Adrianna had been working as a journalist for a while, she worked for a small company. “The Now” was its name. Honestly she was lucky she even got the job. She’d loved to work for a bigger company but that required experience and so far, she’s only had two years. Either way, tonight was a mix of job and hobby. On the side, for personal reasons, she did hero specific journalism on the side. She had a blog called “the truth bringer” , a blog where she exposed hero’s. Exposed them for what they really were. The idea that hero’s were clean and untainted was unfathomable. Sometimes hero’s become powerful and become different people.

Make no mistake, it wasn’t out of hate for hero’s. It was out of her love to protect the citizens. To open their eyes to what the reality is. To take off the rose tinted glasses. Even so, she also knew that heros were a necessary evil. Especially with the alien attacks that have been happening more frequently. There were still other reasons as to why she did this, she knew there were but, she’s just never really thought about them.

Pulling up her in her car had slowed, the place was crawling with officers and yellow tape. Great, just great. She wished she could have been notified earlier than she was. Adrianan had an outside source. Someone online named “speckle-067” whoever they were, they tended to notify her of these kinds of things. Even at 2:30 in the morning. Turning off the lights and taking the key out of the ignition she grabbed her mini recorder and shelved it into her back pocket while clipping the microphone onto her bra, keeping the wire hidden in her t-shirt that had a Deftones logo.

Looking around she found the coast to be clear for now. So without tiem to waist, she ducked under the yellow tape and entered the premises. She kept her head on a swivel as she walked through, at least everyone seemed occupied. Adrianna didn’t know the details of what happened inside, she just knew from Speckle-067 that something went down. Just as she reached the opening of the museum, a hand gripped her shoulder and yanked her back spinning her around making her yelp in surprise. There he was…the golden man of heros. He had a smile on his face, but his eyes looked up and down with suspicion. “I’m certain you aren’t supposed to be here Ms. nosey. I also believe it’s past your bedtime.”

Adrianna scoffed, “Well, I’m a night owl for one, and technically I am on work so…I can be here. Mr. Star. Besides, it’s a race. Gotta get here before other people do.” He cocked his head to the side. “Right.” Adrianna’s silvery green eyes wandered to the window. Her heart stopped, she saw at least two dead bodies. One pierced through the heart on a tall statue, and the Canadian StrongMan hunched over, his head burned through. Adrianna looked up at Mr. Star. “Would you-“ he sighed. “Let me guess. You want me to tell you what happend? Of course you do. Fine. I’ll bite.” He said with his usual smile.

“I had the night shift tonight, I was notified of a burglary gone wrong. Cameras picked it up. The NAHA has eyes everywhere so they sent me here. When I arrived, Canadian StrongMan had gotten greedy, killed his team and…well,” Binary Star looked through the window. “I had to stop him. I couldn’t let him get away, he put up a good fight.” Adrianna’s brows furrow. “Right, but…Canadian strong men aren't like that. He is not the type to work with other people. He’s a “El solo lobo” as he put it back a few months ago when he tried to destroy a police station.” His red eyes looked down at her and blinked once or twice. “People can be unpredictable, Adrianna. You can’t put all your ideas in one basket.”

Ray’s Pov

Adrianna gears were turning in her head, Ray knew that much. He could even read her mind. Questioning his story. Adrianna’s eyes wandered down and paused. Her hand reached out and slid down his slide. His body tenses, what the hell? He had half a mind not to zap her right then and there. Break her neck. Then again, in her mind, there was no sexual intent behind the touch. Before he could dig further she spoke. “Your suit is damp.” She noted out loud. She began to think. If he had fought with Canadian strongman…why was he so…clean? This woman doesn’t miss a beat does she. Her brows furrowed even more. “What?” Ray asked, trying to keep the irritation out of his voice.

“You're bleeding.” She stated. “What?” Adrianna circled about him, he was bleeding? When did- oh. Fuck. Adrianna was already looking at the wound. “A stab wound?” She questioned. Ray turned around. “I’ve had a busy night. I’ve felt more than just this you know. She nodded. “Yea…dealt with is definitely a word I would use.” A double meaning, suspicion. “You know, Mr. Reporter, I’m starting to think you are stalking me.” Ray noted, a distraction. “What?” She asked, great. It worked. “Well, every time I have an event, or arrive at a crime scene, you seem to always be there. Obsession is not a healthy thing Ms. Nosey.” She blinked a few times in bewilderment.

Before she could even respond a commotion came from behind the two. Adrianna looked past Ray, before he too turned around. A woman. A young woman at the door, tearing herself away from the cops. “LET ME GO! I-I HAVE TO SEE THEM!” The woman looked just like the two older people he had just killed. A few short seconds passed before the frantic words turned into screams of anguish. Adrianan stood there for a moment. It was clear that we both knew that she must be family. “Camila! Come back!” The officer shouted only to be ignored, a bit late for that.

Adrianan tried to step past Ray but he gripped her arm. “And where are you going?” He questioned. “To go see that woman.” Ray frowned. “I don’t think now is the time for an interview.” Adrianna shook her head in disgust. “Wow, you really think that low of me. No, you jerk. She needs someone. She is clearly by herself.” Adrianan huffed, jerking her arm away. Before rushing inside. Well, that was a surprise. Usually journalists practically jump on this kind of stuff. Ray walked into the doorway to watch it all unfold.

Adrianna held the woman tenderly, in a motherly way. Camilla didn’t pull away. In fact, she clinged to Adrianna like a lifeline. He didn’t have to be close to hear what she was saying. “Carmilla? Is that your name?” Carmilla nods sobbing uncontrollably. “Okay, okay.” Adrianna nodded, brushing the hair out of Carmilla’s face. “I’m right here, I’ll stay here as long as you need me. I won’t leave your side.” Carmilla just hung onto her as Adrianna comforted Carmilla. A strange sensation flooded his chest. She’s not what he thought she was. Not at all. How strange. She couldn’t really be that different. Hershel sidedly came up out of seemingly nowhere and put a hand on his shoulder. “Make sure to send Mrs. Carmilla some flowers at some point. From Binary Star.” Ray sighed. “I’ll do that.”

[cacaocheri]

this is something I've been debating about posting because the likelihood of me actually finishing this project is kind of up in the air (just because I get distracted easily). but if I started posting more about my Personal Project on this account would that be something y'all would be into. would that be chill. should I make a different account for it. who's to say

[s0fter-sin]

thinking about the way ghost doesn't hesitate to start killing shadows when graves betrays them but soap only takes one hostage

you can almost hear the voice in his head telling him it doesn't have to be this way; they can still talk it out

"i'm calling shepherd"

his first instinct when confronted with betrayal is to play it by the books: to go up the chain. that goes against everything we've seen him do. he bucks authority at every chance except for the one time he's confronted with the barrels of his allies' guns

he wants a peaceful resolution; for the first time we've ever seen, he doesn't want violence to be the answer. there has to be another fix, a solution that doesn't end with him killing the same men he's been working with; his friends

nothing's happened yet

it doesn't have to go this way

but ghost has been betrayed before. he knows the way this ends; either with him six feet under or his enemy

he doesn't hesitate

it's only when they knock alejandro out that soap shoots; when they spill the first blood and cross a line they can never come back from

only when ghost orders him to run and he has to cover his retreat

and somewhere along the line, between civilians’ screams and taunting voices, between his shaking breath and ghost steady in his ear, that naivety is stripped away; his trust turned to teeth that he uses to sink into throats of men he'd have given his life for

"be careful who you trust, sergeant; people you know can hurt you the most"

he's learned the price of trust

just like ghost did

but unlike ghost, he has someone to guide him through the aftermath

"good advice, It"

[mamawasatesttube]

yknow how sometimes dogs will hunt things and be like look i did so good!!! yayyy i got you this!!! bc theres a comedy story in my mind in which krypto decides he likes kon's friends and wants to give them presents too! and. well.

krypto leaves a dead bird on tim's pillow and tim goes oh shit fuck is this an oblique threat that someone's discovered my identity as one of the bird-themed heroes in gotham? but then why's it a fucked-up looking pigeon and not a robin or a rook (if youre like me and like tim taking on the name rook later)??????? and why is it so mangled and burned what does it mean is this a threat of a specific way someone wants to kill me?!?! who could it have been from?! when did someone even break in and why didn't they trip any of my alarms?!?! fuck i have to cancel my plans with kon and bart later shit i don't even know how i got compromised so i don't dare see either of them in public i don't want to risk them--fuck fuck fuck how did this happen i don't understand and why is it a pigeon and

meanwhile krypto is just like. :3c i did so good i am SUCH a good dog i leave him presents :) yayyy!!! i even cooked it for him. with heat vision! yaaayyy!!

so tim phones up kon like "listen we can't meet up this weekend i'm so sorry i think i've been compromised--" and goes on about how he needs to go on lockdown alert mode until he figures out what happened and who found him out and meanwhile kon's just. go back. the pigeon. describe that again.

tim describes the fucked up mangled burnt pigeon. and kon, who has dealt with his fair share of Superdog Presents and thought they'd come to an understanding about "krypto you can't do that you'll DECIMATE local wildlife" and such, just narrows his eyes. turns to the dog bed next to him. goes ……………………….. krypto.

and krypto's like :) wag wag wag :) yes thats me :) wag wag :) im good dog :) he is SO pleased with himself. thats one mystery solved!

this ends in tim, haunted, sitting at the farmhouse kitchen table while ma frets over him and makes him hot chocolate, kon wraps him in a blanket, krypto licks his feet, and lois is just like. yeah. been there. just be glad it wasn't sea monsters.

[mcytegg]

its kinda crazy to me how many people i seen call kab manipulative and treating it was entirely malicious in its intent, yet i see very few people pointing out that derap is also. being manipulative and expecting so much of the people he trusts— like "trust me or you just die" is such an insane test to do and its crazy bc i do nawt believe he'd react well if pangi or zam or whoever tested him like he tests them constantly

im not saying kab isnt manipulative or that shes faultless bc she has done a lot wrong and a lot to hurt the people around her— esp zam. but its interesting bc her and derap just dont seem to be held to the same standards by the wider fandom even though they both seem to default to manipulation and attempted control so they feel secure w their friends and allies.

it isnt done w malicious intent, but they are still hurting the people around them and expecting far too much from the people theyve latched onto. they dont seem to understand unconditional loyalty is something that doesnt ACTUALLY exist, and it is not the exact same as having a friend u know u can rely on consistently no matter what. even having a friendship like mapicc and zam, mapicc and ro, vi and subz, or any of the likes ISNT abt never disagreeing or never acting against them in any situation ever.

its trust built over time and from experiencing lifesteal together. its about winning together, losing together, fighting side by side, and knowing when to stand up for urself and to fight against them if they are doing smt that truly hurts u and/or goes directly against your own morals and beliefs. it isnt abt "youll trust me no matter what and just accept it even if im doing smt i know will upset u", its abt knowing that u can still be friends at the end of the day. that, come a new season, or a new arc, they are still someone u can have fun w and rely on to continue to be themselves w you.

their attempts to force a bond like that will only hurt themselves and their relationship w the people around them in the long run, but i feel like this is a lesson theyll need to learn w time and by experiencing it themselves bc theyre too lonely and desperate to be by someones side currently to realize it yet.

edit : had a funny realization that there is ONE relationship on the server that seems to be exactly what kab and derap are searching for, and its mane and flame. they want and expect the same loyalty from their teammate that flame has for mane. flame goes directly against his own morals and and beliefs bc mane asks it of him, and passively follows down manes path of destruction simply bc theyre teammates. he doesnt even think mane is right, but that doesnt matter simply bc the only thing he cares abt on LS is mane. he likes other people like pangi, pentar, and zam but he would kill just abt anyone if it was part of manes plan simply bc he has no path of his own— he hasnt found himself yet, so hes following mane nd his ideals.

[marblerose-rue]

silly doodle for my fursona since i made her 11 years ago today :-)

[radishrainbowfarm]

I have a vision for the red hood

[likeprongstostars]

ive long ago made my peace with not being credited but damn bro... purposefully hiding my watermark with text feels personal

[ajastu]

this is my monthly bone-chewing allowance.

i NEEED people writing vg critical posts in the main tags to at least stop pretending that they're being smart and doing a proper analysis when they don't even cite their sources. Saying something in a pseudo-intellectual sounding way does not make it true. Like, if you want to commit to criticizing this game almost 6 months after its release, then you've had more than enough time to actually familiarize yourself with the source material, instead of re-chewing the same fictional version of the game that you invented in your own head.

The game is not beyond criticism, so by all means, go at it. But actually engage with the source material. No, reading other critical posts without any thoughts of your own doesn't count. No, breezing thru the game Once without paying attention to a good half of it does not count either.

if you make a point to sound smart while calling the game soft and mindless, i neeeeed you to provide examples. Prove your point!!! Commit!! Because i really don't think we are talking about the same game here. Like, there is a point to the criticism, supposedly. But i fail to see it.

the reason i do not respect most crit takes i see is not because i like the game. it's because theyre saying things expecting you to agree, while not actually proving their point in any way, and oftentimes being straight up blatantly wrong.

On another note. that i am apparently passionate about.

why do people immediately write the game off as 'sanitized' just because it has a hopeful undertone to it? Why are we equating kindness and hope with weakness and childishness?

Like, explain it to me like i'm 12. Why do we automatically assume that having an option to be a dick in a game makes it more complex or interesting? Why do we assume that if your character is not being called slurs every second conversation, there is no difficult topics being tackled in the game?

Why do people feel the urge to rewrite a character that is Genuinely Just A Good Person to make them 'more interesting'??

Someone choosing to see the good side of things is not automatically naive. They are not automatically shallow in their characterization. Why does complexity have to come from the capacity to do evil? from cynicism?

It's not just something i've seen re: veilguard, either. There is a certain tendency to assume that kind, compassionate people are weak and childish, and that they're only that way because they've never experienced any hardship in their life. Why is it so hard to believe that some people experience the world with all its hardships and Choose to remain hopeful? Choose to do good??? I genuinely do not understand this. One is not more complex than the other. They're just different flavors.

anyway. TLDR. 90% of vg critical posts out there are written by people with a skill issue. Do Better. 🫵

[yellllowstar]

you can make songs be about The Character if you try hard enough.

(song is "deep in the ocean" by lemon demon)

[arvoze]

comic practices

[glitchfang]

reading idw 50 -_- bruh

[beloskin]

I'm really sad...I have to hunt for clothing that fits me AND is in the style I want, but every single time it's either one-size or expensive....

I'm not in the need for new clothing right, I just want to broaden my choices! but this is disheartening... -_- I'll make a little fashion board and show it to my bestie, he probably knows where to find what I want

[good-beanswrites]

My translyrics for Salamander, written out under the cut :D

This one was much more difficult than the last, but I'm still very satisfied with it! 😤 I'm both sad that my version lost a lot of the fun soundplay of the original, and also waaay more impressed with the lyrics and vocals after digging it like this! I tried to keep it balanced between the original and Fuuta's version, though maybe it ended up leaning more toward the cover, idk. Leaving my specific notes in the tags 👍

Salamander~ Hot's nice, don't you agree? This pa- passion's fine, see?

"But" isn't what I wanna hear, so say "more" loud and clear.

It's heating up all through my mind when I'm with you.

I want a taste, but all this spice may prove more than I can take, (eh?)

Something's on your mind. So spit it out and tell me, don't waste my time, kay?

I'm hooked on this, pass me a dish.

The way I'm starving here without you -- it's a crime

A spicy treat, put on repeat,

Can I get seconds with the same heat? One more time!

Salamander~ Hot's nice, don't you agree? This pa- passion's fine, see?

"But" isn't what I wanna hear, so say "more" loud and clear.

It's heating up all through my mind when I'm with you.

I can't stop anything, although I wouldn't want to stop, oh no --

Take a breath, it's best to cool down or you earn yourself a burn.

I want a bite, I can't help giving in to this new appetite.

Again, again, I want to be on fire when I get to the end.

We live too fast, we burn to ash,

I never handled spices well and it's a crime.

A spicy treat, put on repeat,

Can I get seconds with the same heat? One more time!

I want to burn bright red

I want to burn bright red

Salamander~ Hot's nice, don't you agree? This pa- passion's fine, see?

"But" isn't what I wanna hear, so say "more" loud and clear.

Tell me I'm not alone in my mind!

Salamander~ Look what's happened to me. This pa- passion's crazy

Tell me I'm not delirious, I'm being serious.

It's heating up all through my mind when I'm with you.

I can't stop anything, although I wouldn't want to stop, oh no --

Take a breath, it's best to cool down or you earn yourself a burn.

I want to leave I want to go, but I can never stop, oh no --

Take a breath, it's best to cool down or you earn yourself a burn.