#exploring Dave was fun

[doublegoblin]

15 Tags, 15 Mutuals OC Style

Much appreciated @tailoroffates

As far as whomst to tag: @asterhaze @lola-theshowgrl @lettersandinkstains @monstrousfreedom and I think I'll leave it there as direct tags, but if'n ya see this and want in, open mic.

Rules Choose a character from a WIP and use them to answer the questions below.

So I have done with with Alex the MC of Rituals and Red Tape, I want to have a little fun and do this one for their manager. That omnipresent fractal in the sky, upper level manager in a literal sense, unknowable eldritch being: Dave

1. Are you named after anyone?

I have been given many titles by your tongue. My employees however have ordained in me a name they profess speaks highly of my character. To quote Previous Manager Douglas "You just really seem like a Dave." I am not one to argue with an immutable truth.

2. When was the last time you cried?

When last the pale star of H'yn'gth faded into the noise of the cosmos, when all noise from the pulsating vortex ceased, when the life blood of the slain false deity washed across the galaxies beyond even the greatest of sights. That is to say, the last employee review I had with Alex. They are meeting my expectations adequately and is that not which all Managers strive for?

3. Do you have kids?

My staff has spoken at length of these creatures that are sired. My employees then are akin to my children, some more well liked than others as is traditional I hear.

4. Do you use sarcasm?

Clear and open communication is the cornerstone of any good workplace relationship. They bemoan it but I know my employees truly appreciate my direct honest feedback.

5. What's the first thing you notice about people?

Their adherence to our dress code.

6. What's your eye color?

It has been described as colors within colors, an ever shifting kaleidoscope of melting and pulsating spectrums here to unknown by less developed eyes. I would assume this is to say; I have blue eyes but not entirely blue, gray with speckles of brown and a ring of green. They must be beautiful though, none long look me directly in them.

7. Scary movies or happy endings?

A perfect union of the two.

8. Any special talents?

I am a wonderful communicator.

9. Where were you born?

I am unaware of this concept. Is being born something that would assist in employee to Management relations? I will speak with Alex about having me become 'born'.

10. What are your hobbies?

I enjoy making things. And then, organizing those things. It is very therapeutic.

11. Have you any pets?

My employees are also like my pets.

12. What sports do you play/have played?

There was at one time I attempted to engage in a game known as "Tennis". HR has requested I no longer engage with "tennis".

13. How tall are you?

Average dimensions. Perhaps a small percentile under average. I am unsure how lower level being perceive me. To also quote Previous Manager Douglas "Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit, no matter where I look you are right fucking there, holy shit I am starting to lose it." While his profanity was unneeded I never did get the answer as to what 'it' was.

14. Favorite subject in school?

Do you beings go to places for learning? Curious. Your minds have such limitations, yet your elasticity is marvelous. However I will answer this question with the best of my ability. Statistical Analysis, would be the closest approximation.

15. Dream job?

I have already fulfilled my place. To deviate is unthinkable.

[girlfailurefelix]

i have such a fun little concept i wanna write so bad (but i’m not sure exactly how to) that definitely contradicts canon soooo bad and everyone except me would hate it probably and i feel so intensely about it and ASJSNJ /neg

[fdragon-art]

Day 26 (30 Days | Homestuck - Day 12) - Favourite Matesprit Pairing (JohnDave)

"Sometimes, you simply enjoy listening to your boyfriend talk about what's on his mind as he lays his head on your lap. His hair is fluffy through your fingers, though you never expected to actually like running your hands through someone's hair.

"...you have no idea what he's rambling on about this time."

=Thoughts=

Drawing past midnight is not the best thing for future productivity, but it has a surprisingly positive effect on art...at least, while I'm not tired.

Two-figure drawing used to be a weaker point of mine, but at some point, I seemed to have figured out how to make interactions seem at least tangible and not two overlapping shapes. A lot of it comes from working with the sketch until the proportions feel right, then start drawing from there. Somehow, I didn't really need to mess with it much (though Dave's left leg looks a little weird; I've never quite figured out how to make that pose work naturally)

While the side angle's one I've practiced plenty, the "slightly angled down" face is one I've done less so. The angle itself I feel mostly confident with, but the position and angling of the ears is...a challenge. I think I'm getting better at it, but it was probably the biggest challenge (aside from Dave's hair, but it's become fun to draw~)

The speech bubble is in no way made for readability. I just aimed for the appearance of rambling.

[localvoidcat]

completely understandable. i would still like to know dave lore if that's alright :]

there’s like a bunch of stuff i’m missing cause it’s been like. half a year of me writing lore almost every day. also that first death was him being torn limb from limb so obviously they look. very different. here’s a doodle of him btw and you can feel free to go through the tag n stuff

[queenie-the-court-jester]

that isn't very holy of you :/

Yandere church boy x gn!reader

It came out shittier than I hoped for. Not proofread 🌺 I'll fix this when I have the time

Tw: religious themes, noncon mention, minor cult mention

✝️ you had just arrived in the small town of morning star. Having been needing a break from the city life, you rented a one bedroom cabin close by. Planning on staying here for a month, you quickly headed towards your new home, very eager to start exploring the area

✝️ wandering around the town square, it seemed everyone knew eachother. A family like community perhaps? Maybe that's why they all kept staring at you as passed through, must not be use to new faces

✝️that was until a group of children approached, asking you to come play ball with them. You couldn't say no to their puppy dog eyes, and the adult's judgemental stares so you agreed. And it was fun surprisingly! You noticed none of the children had any phones.. or the grown up's for that matter

✝️your first week there you were unsettled, but you just pushed it off as the townsfolks strange behavior, Focusing on unpacking and enjoying your stsy. Until one of the school teachers, a kindergarten one, knocked on your door on a sunday

"hi there honey! On behalf of the people I'd like to sincerely apologize for the cold welcome. It's just been a hard year for all of us! So to make it up you, won't you come to church with us on this fine morning?"

✝️ whether or not you're religious yourself, she managed to convince you to come along. Chatting the whole walk there. Talking about her husband, her children. She mentioned something about having a son your age but you weren't really paying attention

✝️ walking through the grand double doors of the church house, she sat you on the front row with the pastors family, next to a young man. You were startled as she sat on the other side of you, leaning in to whisper In Your ear as she pointed at the pastor preaching

"that's my hubby right there. He's a handsome fella ain't he?"

✝️david looked at his mother in disbelief, he told her a few a times he found you attractive and now look at her! He could practically see the gears turning in her head. thankfully you seemed preoccupied thinking, so he did his best to seem normal while his poor heart beated 300 mph

✝️after the sermon, david turned to you and have you a sheepish smile

"hi.. my name's David, but you can call me dave.. its.. nice to meet you"

✝️you and David hit it off, unlike all the other people. He didn't constantly talk about praising god and forcing his religion down your throat. He was kind, understanding. Laughing at your jokes and nodding along to your words. He never met someone so.. ethereal

✝️growing up, he had a hard time believing in his small towns "god". Watching them cut up and sacrifice newcomers to their false idols, he felt sick to the pit of his stomach heading their screams. But he could definitely devote his cause to you...

✝️he trapped you in this shitty town when he asked you out on a little date a few days later. Unaware he drugged your food and dragging you into his home, waking up chained to a bed. You couldn't tell how long you've been there, but every time you'd try to escape he'd punish you in bed. Not letting you cum or overstimulating you to the point of tears. Why would you want to leave something that can make you feel so good?

✝️he grew up desensitized to blood and gore, so he's confused when you're screaming and crying. Why are you doing that? Don't you know that this is what happens to bad spouses? What do you mean you're not married either? ofcourse you are. Stop being so difficult...

✝️nobody blinks an eye when he strides into town with you on a collar and leash. And that's when you realized, you should have left earlier. Because the whole town was sick in the head. It wasn't like you could call for help because he fucking destroyed your electronics and the people don't even have phones. Something about wifi signals can brainwash you

✝️ he's whipped for you, that much you can obviously tell. but he's smarter than he looks. Eating dinner with his family is just painful,since all they talk about is God god god. It hurts your ears with how often they just Randomly start singing praises. It's bad enough they force you to watch their cult church activities...

✝️if you give in to his demands, he'll let you off the leash but you have to stay close by at all times. If you don't, he'll have to make his punishments a little more extreme. There's also a possibility he'll force you to help around the town. whether that be looking after the children or just running around doing errands. The shock bracelet on your ankle stops you from running into the woods..

✝️if you don't, well.. you wouldn't mind if you became permanently handicapped right?

"don't be so difficult sweetie.. just stay still and it'll cut right through okay?'

[al-the-remix]

BuckTommy Positivity Week Day 1/3 : what they love most about each other/meeting the friends and family

Slowly making my way through the @bucktommypositivityweek prompts! I'm not normally a big fan of shovel talks, but I thought Tommy deserved his own moment where his friends show up for him and have his back (and so does his boyfriend).

The bar was pretty much exactly like Buck expected it to be: plastered with an assorted collection of knick-knacks, military plaques, and wall art that Buck will just call inspired–fighting each other for wallspace all the way up to the low T-bar ceiling. The main source of light came from the ionized glow of the neon beer signs and the stained glass fixtures over the billiards tables that looked like they hadn’t been updated since the 70s. Buck was pretty sure he’d spotted at least three fire code violations just walking through the doors–but that wasn’t what tonight was about. 

A small section tucked between the fleet of pool tables and the dart boards had been reserved for their party, and from his spot at the bar Buck had a clear view of where Tommy was leaning against his pool cue, his posture the most relaxed it’s been since they’d hit Grand Junction as he laughed with the group of men gathered around him. 

Buck couldn’t help but smile. The longer they’d driven, the more tense Tommy had become, and Buck had begun to worry that maybe this hadn’t been such a great idea after all. Now he felt like he could finally breathe; they’d booked it up the 15 and onto the 70 on the way here, and Buck was looking forward to taking their time on the way home, finding the scenic routes and exploring the one road towns and tacky tourist traps they stumbled across. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d taken a week off work that hadn’t been the result of a near-fatal injury. 

“You know you’re the only person he’s ever brought to one of these,” came a voice to his right, one that Buck had only recently become familiar with. 

With great pain, Buck drew his attention away from Tommy to the person settling in at the bar beside him. Dave. He was the only one of the guys here that had been with Tommy since Fort Irwin. He had a wife and two daughters and a boxer named Jones–all information Buck had learned, not from the man himself, but during their three day drive from L.A. to Colorado Springs–which Tommy had used to give Buck a rundown on pretty much everything he knew about his old battalion mates from their rank down to their dental records.

“I’m happy to be here,” Buck said, meaning it. He hadn’t been expecting an invitation, taken completely off guard when Tommy had asked him so casually, as they got ready to head out for work one morning. He’d presented it like it would just be a good excuse for a fun road trip and not what Buck was starting to piece together in his head was actually a monumental gesture. Either way, he’d agreed immediately.

Dave was watching him like he was trying his best to punch through Buck’s skull and peer directly into his brain. Buck had a feeling Dave hadn’t really made up his mind about Buck–yet–and if there was one thing he was going to change by the end of the night it was that.

“Tom said you’re also a firefighter.”

Buck twisted in his chair so they were facing each other. “Yeah, actually I’m at Tommy’s old station, transferred in not long after he left. Kind of funny how things work out, eh?”

“I’ve heard stories,” Dave said in a tone that implied not all of them were good. 

“It’s not like that anymore,” Buck assured. Gerard’s second reign of the 118 had been over for a while now and Buck had been informed by Hen and Chimney that although it had been unbearable, with more eyes on him, Gerard had not been nearly as bad as the first time around. 

“I’ve heard that too.” The corner of Dave’s mouth ticked up. That was the most charitable he’d been thus far. “Tommy has a lot of good things to say about the new crew there, especially you.”

Buck wasn’t above preening a little at that. He knew all about bragging about his partner to anyone that would listen. He was practically a pro at it at this point. If anything he and Tommy had a little competition going on at this point. 

Dave’s eyes flicked over Buck’s shoulder and back. “Listen, I don’t want to overstep here because Tommy will be fuckin’ pissed at me, and I’ll never hear the end of it–but, you seem like a nice guy, and I just want to make sure you know what a big deal this is. These shindigs used to host a few more bodies before Tommy came out. Just don’t hurt him.”

He could hear Tommy’s laugh, the full-bodied, knee-slapping one he only did when you really got him cracking up or he was about three pints in, or both, floating over the din of the bar. Buck could pick that laugh out of any crowd. He could follow it home.

Dave was watching him with a curious expression, and maybe Buck hadn’t totally won him over yet, but he had a feeling they were at least moving in the right direction.

 “I won’t. And I–I won't let him know you gave me the shovel talk if you rat me out either, because he doesn't know this yet and I want him to hear it from me first, but Tommy's one of the most amazing people I've ever met. He's one of the first people I've been with in a long time that makes me feel like I can be myself, unconditionally, and I just hope I make him feel the same way, because I love him.”

“I think it’s safe to say he does.” The corner of Dave’s mouth twitched up in the amused beginning of a smile. “But you should probably let him know that instead of me, just saying.”

Buck rolled his eyes as Dave clapped him cordially on the shoulder. It looked like he wasn’t off the hot seat yet. 

He held out his glass and was pleased when Dave clinked them together. It was progress. 

///

It was 1 am when they finally made it back to their motel, the latest Buck had been out in a good long while. He’d taken the keys from Tommy before they’d even left for the evening and now he was swooping around the cab of the truck to catch his boyfriend as he nearly tumbled out of the passenger side door. 

“Easy there,” Buck said as he tried his best to steady Tommy on his own two feet, a task more difficult than it sounded. 

“I think I lost my keys,” Tommy moaned as Buck grabbed his jacket and locked up. 

“No, see I’ve got them right here.” He jangled them in Tommy’s face and watched him grin before slipping them into his own pocket. “Don’t worry I’ll give them back to you later, here let me help you out.”

He slipped his arm around Tommy’s waist, pulling him a little tighter against his side than was probably necessary.

Tommy’s clutched at his shoulder, melting against him. “You’re so nice to me.” 

“What else would I be?” Buck chuckled as he steered Tommy towards their room. He was just glad that Tommy was a placid, happy drunk–if a little handsy. “Come on big guy, let’s get you to bed.”

It was a struggle to get the door unlocked and Tommy through it with two-hundred odd pounds of boyfriend hanging off him, trying to worm his fingers under Buck’s shirt and breathing hot and damp against the juncture of his neck.  

When they finally stumbled inside Tommy starfished onto the bed, the poor old motel mattress groaning in protest beneath his weight. 

At least he looked like he wasn’t about to try and get up any time soon. 

The soft hum of the window AC unit filled the room, a pleasant contrast to the guitar riffs of the hair bands the bar had played all night. Buck filled up two cups of water, leaving one on his bedside table before settling down on the mattress beside Tommy and nudging him until he sat up. 

“Here, drink this,” he said and helped Tommy tilt the glass up to his mouth without spilling it all over himself. 

Tommy was pawing at him as soon as Evan’s hands were free. “Evan, Evan–” he said, reaching out to grip Buck’s face with both hands, pulling him closer. The special smile Buck was beginning to learn was just for him, creasing his face. “You wanna hear a secret?”

“Of course, anything,” Buck said, letting himself be manhandled and feeling real goopy and affectionate about it. 

“I love you,” Tommy said, with a lot of eye contact and the sort of drunken earnesty that made Buck’s heart just about trip out of his chest. Then Tommy frowned, his gaze going unfocused. “I’m going to be really sad if we break up.”

Buck allowed himself a chuckle at the sudden, unwarranted disappointment in Tommy’s expression. “Me too, but I don’t think that’s going to happen.” 

“Really?” Tommy asked, perking up.

“Really. I love you too, and I’m going to remind you of that tomorrow when you forget all of this in the morning.”

“I won’t forget,” Tommy insisted. 

“Okay, whatever you say, boss.”

Buck went to the bathroom to hit the head and brush his teeth and by the time he returned Tommy had managed to wrestle out of his shoes and his pants, still spread out across the covers in his shirt and socks like a massive toddler. Buck shook his head, ditching his own shirt. Tommy reached out, making grabby hands at him as Buck kicked off his jeans and crawled under the sheets beside him. He was instantly wrapped in an only slightly sticky bear hug. 

He pressed a kiss to the cowlick at the top of Tommy’s head. “You’ve got some pretty great friends.”

With more awareness than Buck expected in his current state, Tommy said: “I hope Dave didn’t bother you too much tonight, I could tell he was giving you the third degree for a bit there.” 

“Dave and I are cool,” Buck assured. “I’m glad you have guys from back then who’ve still got your back.”

Tommy went quiet for a bit after that and Buck was just figuring out how he was going to wiggle out from beneath his boyfriend without waking him to turn off the lights when Tommy muttered, “I’m glad you came with me. I was tired of coming to these by myself.”

“Any time you want, I’ve got your back too you know,” Buck whispered, holding Tommy tight in the cradle of his arms. 

“I know,” Tommy said, and Buck fell asleep to the thump of Tommy’s heartbeat pressed against his own. 

[lookninjas]

Pick a rap song from a bad description: Part 2

Part 2 of the rap/hip-hop exploration we've been on, because one playlist just wouldn't have been enough.

Anyway, pick a song from a bad description! You do not have to recognize any of these songs. Go with whichever description strikes you as funniest. Whatever sparks your curiosity. Whatever makes you suddenly keen to listen to Romanian gangsta rap. Whatever works for you.

At the end of the week, I will put all of these songs into a playlist, from the song with the least amount of votes to the song with the most amount of votes. There will also be an extended playlist with more songs on it, because I just listened to too much really good shit trying to make these playlists, but I couldn't always come up with funny descriptions for all of it.

If you want to hear the playlist, either leave a comment or say something when you reblog, and I will tag you when the playlist is done. If you are absolutely desperate to know what a given song is, and you can't wait, shoot me an ask and I'll answer.

And please reblog the poll! Obviously for me, because then I get a lot of responses and it makes the playlist more fun for me, but also that way you and your mutuals can fall down a musical rabbit hole together. Trust me, falling down musical rabbit holes is a lot more fun when you're dragging someone with you.

[thewertsearch]

GG: oh god, it is still a frogcicle!!!! GG: this will not do [...] GA: The Problem Is That You Were Able To Appearify It At All GA: Ectobiology Is Based Entirely On Your Inability To Appearify A Subject

It's the slime we want, not the frogcicle. But what's the cloning for?

Why are frogs so uniquely important to the fate of the session? Is this a ritual to beseech, placate or summon Bilious Slick? Are frogs the Mew of every universe, the progenitors of all species that arise in the kids' new world? Is frog breeding simply a mysterious, arbitrary requirement of the game?

Tell me about frogs, Mayram!!

GA: You Will Need To Direct The Terminal To Another Frog GA: And Then You Must Be Sure Later To Interfere With That Frog In Some Way GA: For Instance By Planning To Venture Out To Capture That Exact Frog As I Suggested Earlier GA: That Way It Will Be Impossible To Appearify The Frog Before Your Interference Has Taken Place

Surprisingly, it seems like the fate of this frog depends on Jade’s current intentions. If so, Jade's thoughts are directly manipulating the timeline – which is exactly what I think Terezi was explaining to Dave. That's Mind power, baby!

GA: When You Travel To Interact With Your Cloned Subjects You Are Also Taking The Opportunity To Explore And Discover New Habitats GA: As Well As New Species Of Frogs For Your Terminal To Track GA: Its Efficient To Go Adventuring In This Fashion While You Are Waiting For Your Young Clones To Mature

This mission seems like a lot of fun, whatever its purpose truly is.

I think it's the Quest I'd enjoy the most - if indeed, this is Jade's Quest, and not an additional objective for Forge Players.

GA: Unlike Some Appearifiers In The Veil This One Is Locked To The Present Moment GA: You Cannot Use It As A Window Into The Future Or Past And Isolate Frogs Whose Futures Are Certain And Therefore Most Paradoxifiable

I was under the impression that all futures were certain in the Alpha Timeline. Sure, it might respond to Jade's intentions, but her intentions themselves were already set in stone. From a top-level perspective, there was never any uncertainty.

Maybe, then, Kanaya's just referring to the certainty of events from Jade's perspective. Like, every frog's fate is technically certain, but since Jade doesn't know these fates, they're uncertain to her.

GA: Means Of Expedition Are Limited GA: I Suppose You Could Use Time Travel To Accelerate The Process GA: But You Would Need To Establish Weeks Worth Of Stable Time Loops GA: I Think It Would Be An Overly Elaborate And Dangerous Undertaking Personally And Anyone Who Would Attempt Such A Thing Is Reckless

I take it Dave’s firing up the Timetables as we speak.

[gffa]

Hi, since you’ve been reading the star wars books, do you have one you’d recommend as a starting point for someone who’s never read any of them and is interested in seeing what they’re like?

Hi! This is going to be very subjective, given that I'm not sure what your favorite characters are or which era you're interested in, and if you're interested in the best books out there or ones that typify what the books are overall like. BEST BOOKS: - Revenge of the Sith novelization by Matthew Stover, god-tier ability to take my favorite SW movie and make it even more emotional and hard-hitting. It adds even more depth to the story, has beautiful writing, and just is a really satisfying read imo. - Padawan by Kiersten White, which is a story about a young Obi-Wan going on an adventure by himself and I think really captures how I see his youth, that there was struggle and difficulty, but overall it explains why he loves being a Jedi and why there's so much joy in his life. - Light of the Jedi by Charles Soule is good for if you're interested in the High Republic stories and I still think is easily my favorite of the entire line. There was so much good foreshadowing and banger lines that really got Star Wars and was an exciting plot to really hook me on THR.

BOOKS THAT MOST TYPIFY WHAT SW BOOKS ARE LIKE: - Brotherhood by Mike Chen is one that I have some stuff I side-eye in it (everything with Mace) and some stuff I was over the moon for (everything with Obi-Wan) and some stuff I was in the middle about (everything with Anakin). That's Star Wars novels in a nutshell for you! (I also think Dooku: Jedi Lost by Cavan Scott is another good starting place, it's an audiodrama, but it gives an interesting backstory to the character, has some interesting Jedi worldbuilding, and does some really great character work with Asajj Ventress.) - Wild Space by Karen Miller is a Legends book (and I usually try to stick to Disney continuity just for ease's sake) but it has some eyeroll-worthy stuff, some unearned stuff, and some absolutely batshit bonkers in the best way stuff. It's a RIDE to read and maybe not one to take super seriously but I feel like it captures the spirit of SW books. (Alternate suggestion: Dark Rendezvous by Sean Stewart is a really good Yoda & Dooku book with a lot of good appearances by other Jedi characters and one of the better books for Jedi stuff, plus lots of feelings and banger conversations between characters.) (Alternate-alternate suggestion: Another Legends suggestion, since there are a lot of SW books in that continuity, you could read the Jedi Apprentice series by Dave Wolverton and Jude Watson, as long as you know they're aimed at a pre-teen audience and are written accordingly and they are SUPER dramatic and put Obi-Wan through the wringer. I'm not always wild about Watson's writing, but when she writes a banger line, she writes a BANGER line, and they're very fun books that a lot of fandom still folds into their writing.) - The Aftermath trilogy by Chuck Wendig is a good place to start if you want to explore the connective tissue between the originals and the sequels, though I always recommend that I think they work a thousand times better as audiobooks. It's mostly new characters (which, welcome to SW novels) but it also has some really good Leia and Mon Mothma scenes, too. - Leia: Princess of Alderaan by Claudia Gray is for if you're more interested in the Original Trilogy characters and while I wish there'd been more worldbuilding in this one, it's a solid story from someone who genuinely loves this character, and will give you a good idea of what you can expect from Leia books. (If you're more interested in a Han/Leia story, The Princess and the Scoundrel by Beth Revis is on the same level. Solid story with occasional moments of fantastic. I had a blast with the Leia sections especially!)

[creedslove]

OK HEAR ME OUT:

Imagine Pedro's characters (Joel, Javier P, Whiskey, Dave and Frankie) with (f)reader fleeing from a boring party where they only went to drink and make fun of the people they don't like and then end up fucking in the car, with the windshield foggy, the car moving hard as he fucks her in the front seat.

In the parking lot everything is off.

"Take it easy pretty girl... Nobody can see us"

"Damn, you're so hot, I could fuck this pretty cunt of yours all night long baby".

"I fucking love being yours, you make me hard everytime I see you."

"Well done pretty baby, you made such a good job... "

Girl I'm collapsing from how much I want this in my life. 🤩👹👹👹

No outbreak!Joel Miller x f!reader

A/N: omg anon, you nearly killed me with that 🫦

Joel didn't actually like your friends, he had nothing in common with them and thought most of them were all insufferable and he was convinced they all were jealous of you for some reason

this reason being a strong, tall, sexy middle aged man who wasn't afraid of hard-working or spending hours between your thighs savoring your pussy like his favorite meal

and to him there was only one thing worse than your friends: your friends’ boyfriends and husbands; he didn't get why those men had their faces buried on their phones all the time, talking about shit Joel didn't understand or care about and couldn't carry a decent conversation about sports or music

but all that didn't actually mean he wouldn't attend parties with you in order to make you happy and have some fun, even if he didn't like the people, he still enjoyed the drinks, the food and above all, you

however, as much as you both enjoyed the appetizers and the drinks, he could tell you were bored and didn't feel like being social around those people, Joel kept his hand all the time on you, whether he was holding you by the waist or just resting his hand on your thigh

eventually, he kissed and nibbled your neck which caused goosebumps all over your body and at some point you simply didn't have strength to resist Joel anymore, you wanted his touch you needed his touch and you couldn't take one extra minute of that stupid, lame party, so you quickly came up with an excuse, said your goodbyes and headed to his truck

but there's something about Joel's truck, not only about his truck, more like about Joel himself, which made you feel like you wanted to be ravished by him, and it wasn't different when you got inside

when you realized, you were already making out, seatbelts long forgotten as you kissed and groped and he took you to the backseat, your dress was already pulled down so your breasts were exposed, while the hem was all the way on your hips, panties to the side as he explored your tight wet cunt with his thick fingers

as you watched around, your heart pounding, the fear of being caught creeping up your chest was enough to make Joel chuckle and laugh softly

“Take it easy pretty girl... Nobody can see us”

he whispered into your ear, pressing you even tighter against his body

Joel's cock was hard and throbbing and he calmed down just a little the moment you gave him head, his fingers tangled in your hair as he helped you move your head up and down to help his girl be so nice for him

but he didn't want to cum into your mouth, no, he wanted more from you, so he helped you get on your hands and knees and spread your legs tight, loving to get a good sight of your dripping glistening sex all for him

“Damn, you're so hot, I could fuck this pretty cunt of yours all night long baby"

he didn't want any longer, he just got his cock and got inside of you, feeling in heaven as he could play you exactly the way he wanted

and Joel took you right there, holding you by your hips, the windows of the car all foggy from your heavy breathing and the truck shaking softly with the movement of the two of you inside

he didn't spare you any dirty comments, the obscene sounds of your moans, grunts, skin slapping skin and his rough voice all helping that familiar knot in your lower belly grow

"I fucking love being yours, you make me hard everytime I see you.”

you couldn't hold it much longer, he was teasing you and you were so ready for him, so you let go and came for Joel, your man, the same man who loved and respected you and yet fucked you on the back of his truck like some kind of a whore

but you were his little whore, you'd always be a slut for that man's cock

"Well done pretty baby, you made such a good job…”

he praised you the moment he saw the mess you'd left on him

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[petrichorca]

Hello, I am slowly figuring out how to use tumblr effectively. I thought I'd give an update on fics I've written in 2024, but keep forgetting to talk about here in a meaningful way.

As We Go Hand in Hand (explicit, gentlebeard, 7100 words) follows Ed as he processes the past few months while living on the island with Stede, massively in love but struggling with himself. I wrote it while feeling a lot of delayed grief around the (confirmed) s2 cancellation, and while it's sad at points it's also quite romantic I think. I really love this story.

Behind Closed Eyes All I See is You (explicit, gentlebeard, 5300 words) is a smutty PWP my dear friend @chaoticturtleturtle invited me to write with her. Stede lets Ed take the lead in a scene with some sensory deprivation, pwp, and aftercare.

like sugar to my heart (mature, gentlebeard, 4200 words) is a silly fic I wrote for my Animorphs OFMD AU co-writer as a birthday gift. Our blue four-legged four-eyed mouthless alien Stedeth gets foiled by a vending machine (based on the tumblr art of the giraffe centaur), and Ed consoles him.

like a bird (teen, gentlebeard, 3700 words) with @ghostalservice gives some backstory about Stedeth's life prior to the events of our 177k fic and features some very cute art of Mary and Stede's children (as Andalites, of course) by @theogem

Stede’s Cursed Red Suit as a Metaphor for Grief and Moving On (teen, stede + izzy, 1717 words) explores the squishy time of season 2, episode 5, and the dynamic between Stede and Izzy in season 2 overall. I am also obsessed with how Stede acts in the cursed suit. I find their s2 relationship really interesting so this is me looking a bit at that via a missing scene starting with Stede yelling OH FUCK OFF.

Calypso’s Dawn (explicit, gentlebeard, 1800 words) centers around how Ed made his boyfriend blush the morning after Calypso's birthday and how Ed feels about it. I love this fic. I've been trying to challenge myself to write more self-contained, shorter stories and this one turned out really well imo.

Life as a Series of Forward Rolls (teen, gentlebeard, 9900 words) features Stede running into his teenhood crush, the gold medalist in men's gymnastics from the 1996 Olympics. This fic also centers around a Barbie doll in Ed Teach's likeness, which @swashbuckling-sweethearts made an INCREDIBLE art of (embedded at the end of the story), inspired by my own 1996 Olympics Barbie. Silly and light modern AU!

Did you mean to do that? (teen, gentlebeard, 700 words) explores Stede's grief around Ed dying, even when he knows Ed is alive. I had no idea I would be so interested in writing missing scenes, but long conversations with friends have really ignited me in exploring these. (The length - I was trying to channel @brigdh, whose ability to write devastatingly brilliant drabbles inspires me, and I'm pleased with this one!)

Perfectly Ordinary Tuesday (mature, gentlebeard, 4900 words) with @ferventrabbit follows Stede and Ed deciding to get married on a perfectly ordinary Tuesday, and drag their inn guest Dave along for the ride. We split up writing the vows, and I balled my eyes out writing mine and then reading em's. This story is fluffy and fun, and it was a great way to start 2024. :)

What's next: I'm working on or noodling a lot of projects, solo and with different collaborators. Imminently, I've got a fic with @veeagainsttheday coming for AUpril on April 1st. Hoping to get something else out in April for @ofmdjanuaury's AUpril 2024 event, which I highly encourage folks to check out - it's for all sorts of creators!

@ghostalservice and I continue to think about our blue alien Stede and his human boyfriend Ed. Wanna Fly Away was such an important project to me while we were writing, and it's become even more special as folks find it. WFA now has art embedded in most of the 15 chapters, so if you haven't seen those check it out. More to come in that space.

Where was I going with this? Well, I suppose I want to say I'm still here. OFMD changed my life, and the OFMD fandom community is deeply important to me. I still hold out hope for a third season, or a follow-up that brings us more closure, but no matter what I'm still thinking about our pirates and will for a long time. If you read this far, thanks for being part of my community. <3

[stealingyourbones]

Ok! You've convinced me! If I want to be part of this community, I should explore the source material. I don't know if I'll like the artform, but if nothing else it's a cultural juggernaut I can research. My mom grew up watching Batman the Animated series, so I know that's an entry point I can try out, but I do like webcomics and manga, so I know that I might like comics better. It's an odd criteria, but is there a batman comic I can start with that's aesthetically pleasing?

Ooo aesthetically pleasing? That’s one I haven’t heard before. I’ll throw you a handful of choices of my favorite pretty comics!

Also I do 100% reccomend Batman The Animated Series which is my favorite interpretation of Batman to this day as it is for many, that and Justice League and Justice League United are WONDERFUL gateways too! (My favorite animated DC series of the time is Superman The Animated Series tied with BtAS)

I always recommend in order: Batman Year One, Batman Long Halloween, and Batman Dark Victory as it’s how I got into Batman in the first place and it’s a pretty good jumping off point. They also have movies of all 3.

mAN ok this is hard because aesthetic comics are SUCH a personal preference. Comic artists will constantly change around all the time. The current Batman/Superman Worlds Finest comic run is INCREDIBLY aesthetically pleasing and pretty as it’s drawn by Dan Mora so that could be a good go to.

- The Dark Knight Returns. It’s has a very fun gritty artstyle that I adore and it’s a comic that changed comics as we know it.

- Batman Universe is a wonderfully fun comic and his artstyle is fun so definitely check that one out.

- All Star Superman (2005-2008) has… ok artwork. But you get used to it and it’s story is one of the best written for Superman modern day.

- JLA Tower of Babel. Art is nice and the story is about Batman’s contingencies falling into the wrong hands. Good shit

Onto some Elseworld stories that aren’t canon but I LOVE the artstyles:

- Batman White Knight’s artstyle is BEAUTIFUL but isn’t a very good interpretation for your first time reading comics as it isn’t normal characterization of everyone.

- Batman Arkham Asylum: A Serious House on Serious Earth drawn by Dave McKean. It isn’t my favorite comic with it’s very edgy “hey what if batman is insane” (which yeah no shit he is insane) but the artstyle is uncanny and disturbing and beautiful.

- Kingdom Come. You have to know a bit about comics beforehand, I’d just recommend reading an article or blogpost critiquing 90s comic books, and behold the genuine beauty and glory that is this story. Painted by Alex Ross it’s one of the most beautiful comics out there.

They’re available online, your local library, or at your local comic shop! I hope you have a blast checking out the cool things comics have to offer!

[a2a2a2-1]

Back in Town

Disclaimer: This is my first story so please forgive any typos and Errors. This is a fiction.

Dave’s side: It was nearing the end of summer. My wife was driving back home from visiting her parents out of state. It had been 3 long weeks, and I was so excited for her to get back. This was really started to test my will power. We were both very sexually driven, and this was the longest either of us had resisted since we were together. We talked when we could over the phone and agreed that we could play and tease all we wanted but would save the best until she was back. My ball ached for release, but I know that would be soon enough. The night before she was due back, she had spent most of the night teasing me with naught pic she had takin as well as sending a few Tumblr account she was using for inspiration. It always fascinated me how she fantasied about other woman before we meet, but was too shy to do anything about it. It was now the morning and I had fallen asleep as she were chatting. I checked my phone and saw a few more pics she had sent. The morning wood was ready before I even opened the links and was dripping within moments later. Along with the snaps of her teasing me with her panties that were soaked thought and her wet finger as she sucked off her juices, there was also another Tumblr page she had sent. This had quite a collection, the most recent were lovely selfies of gorgeous ladies that were clearly not meant to be shared. I was annoyed that several had been taken down and could not help but wanted what I had missed. It was all I can do to keep from exploding as some of the must have just turned legal. I send her a few inspiration pics back and got out of bed to get the day started. It was a hot summer day as I drove to the job project. Traffic was stop and go and I could not help but let my mind wonder about the last post she had sent, were they all 18? It was then I saw the HS girls cross country team jogging next to my car. Before I knew it, my hand was adjusting for more space. They are all in their tight spandex shorts and sports bras. That tan skin glistened in the morning sunlight. I was lost in the view as the jogged. Traffic was crawling due to the reduced lanes ahead. They would get a few cars ahead then I would pass them, then they would catchup and pass me, and so on. As we approached a redlight I watched as they stopped and stretched. So much beauty but so off limits. My dick throbbed for more space in my jeans. I was pulled from my trance as the car behind me honked got get my attention as the car in front had turned right. I pulled up next to the girls while they were still waiting and watched one of them adjust her shorts in front. The light accentuated her camel toe as she pulled them up tight. My dick throbbed on more time. The leaders of the group clearly growing impatient by the long light then turned and looked at me. I smiled and gave them the nod to cross over if they wanted. They all waved while crossing, and I felt my heart raced; So many beautiful young ladies right in front of me. As the last of them passed I remembered my dashcam and I checked to make sure it was running. Once I got to the work parking lot, I downloaded the Video and sent a few still images of the girls waving to my wife with the caption, “you better hurry back.” It did now take long for a reply, but I had to wait for my lunch break for a save Time to open it. It was a picture of her panties on the floor of the driver’s seat, clearly this got her going.

Megan’s side: It had been 3 long weeks since I had let my self orgasm. This edging game was making me lose my mind. I as finding myself looking at all kinds of sites I had never expected. Tumber was fascinating world that I kept returning to. I love Dave and would do anything for him, but my lord it would have been fun to explore with a girl before I meet him. I was looking forward to getting home and know this would help keep me out of trouble. My desires had drifted, and I longed for the release. I would be heading home in the morning and had one last night of edging. I was teasing Dave as he enjoys, and was getting lost in the rabbit holes on Tumblr. I found a page with many stunning teens. I knew they looked a little younger that was I would have normally sent but fuck did they have me going. The thin figure and perk tit, and fit abs was almost too much. I know I could never send this page to Dave. When I woke up the next morning. I was in shock, as I realized I had sent that page after all, and he had sent back a close up of his wet head with stream of precum running down the shaft. I was wet already. I checked and saw that most of the pic had been pulled by now and felt a wave of relief come over me. I clean up, showered, said my goodbyes and got on the road. As I got on the Highway I heard my phone ding. As I looked at the text, I left waves of lust and jealousy flood over me. Fuck these girls were hot!! Young, sure but still hot as hell. Before I know it by hand was under my skirt playing. My mind raced thinking about a little slut stealing him away from me. The mix of emotions was intoxicating. I was drawn back to reality as the pump light came and I tried to refocus on driving. There was something about that picture… What was it? I pulled into the station and realised how wet my panties were I pulled them off and send one last tease to Dave. My Mind was still stuck on those runners…

Ali It had been crazy last several months. Moving back to live with my grandparents was not how I wanted to start 8th grade. It sure is weird being back in the town after 4 years away. It nice to get back to running with a group. It was a hot summer morning as normal, and I was with the girls this time. They were so fast and more developed but today was just an easy 6-mile jog, so I could keep up with the pack for a change. I would normally just hang back with a few friends I had reconnected with. They were just starting High School and they invited me to train with their team as mine didn’t start till after school started in a few weeks. We took a different path than normal, and I was lost in thought. My mind wondered about some many things be kept circling back to wondering if the boys had matured at all. We had stopped while waiting for a light to turn green. I looked at one of the cars that had also stopped and knew it looked familiar but could not quite place it. The older girls smiled and waved at the driver as they passed in front. I looked and waved as I passed. He had quite a smirk on his face. I’m sure he’s enjoying the view. I was shocked when my mind started to wonder more about him. I know I shouldn’t be thinking those kinds of thoughts but since moving back I was thinking about boys more and more. Some of the older girls talk about already having already done things with their boyfriends. I envied them. I wish I wasn’t so shy. I needed someone I trust to talk to. I tried to think about something else. But as we ran my mind shifted back to that car and the driver. Did I know him? I remember that car, but from where?

Dave: Work was slow and it was all I could do to keep my mind distracted. I caught myself daydreaming then realizing I was starting to get hard as I thought about Megan running with the girls. I stopped myself and refocused. I got a text message from Megan that she was on track and would be home around 4:45. My mind races with how best to celebrate her return. And I was out the door right at 5:00 as shift ended. Megan: The drive home was flying by as traffic was light for weekday. That, combination with my mind elsewhere, and before I knew it, I was actually a ahead of schedule. I texted Dave that I would still be on track, so I had time to shower and surprise him before he got home. Once home I got in the shower and gave everything a fresh shave as I knew Dave was not a fan of this bush. I got out of the shower and heard doorbelling. Was Dave home early… it was only 415? That little devil. I put on a towel and ran to the door. Ali: It wasn’t till I was home and was in the shower that I remembered. I must have been my old nanny Megan’s car… and was there her boyfriend? Or well maybe even husband? Oh wow. It took me a second to realize where my hand was thinking about them. I flashed back to Megan talking about him… that seemed so long yet it was all so vivid. I found myself thinking back to Megan’s body as well. She was so beautiful, toned body. My hand moved up to by little tits, they were just starting fill. Not as big as Megans just yet, but it was fun to watch them giggle a little as I bounded. The water was starting to get cold, so I dried off and got dressed. I went back to my room and looked to see if could find a number for her. I didn’t find anything but thought their house was just a few blocks away. I checked with Granny who confirmed and said I could ride my bike over after dinner if I got my chores done. Lucky for me they eat supper early, so I was ready to head over by 4:00. Why was I so excited and nerves? It was about a 15min ride through the subdivision, and I walked up and rang the bell. I was shocked when Megan answered the door it a towel. Her blond hair still wet and Dripping. The towel was half hooked tucked over her boobs and barley covered the rest of her. I was frozen. She looked stunning. The next thing I knew I was in the air. My face was pressing agents her breasts and my arms were rapped around. I didn’t want this to end…

Wow this story is taking on a tease of its own… guess we should pause it here and make this a multi part story. Sorry for the long build-up but I’m working on part 2 and will have it out shortly. Stay tuned…

[kabutoden]

Sorry if youve answered this before, but how do you chose the bugs to assign to each character ? Also they are all really cool and fun :3

Hi, I’ve explained this before but I’ll do it again! Last time I explained it was less specific to the character and more to the caste, so this’ll be a little different. I use the metaphors and associations of the insect to pick their species as well as their diet. I’m calling the species a troll mimics their ‘morph’.

Aradia: Fly. Associated with death. Detritivore. Tavros: Craneflies. Frailty, timidness, clumsiness. Thinking longhorn beetle might be a funnier pun though, so I might change it. Herbivore. Sollux: Bees. Construction, intelligence, connections to groupthink/hiveminds/psi. Herbivore. Nepeta: Caterpillar. It’s a pun. Herbivore. Karkat: Isopod. Highly social insect. Durable shell representing defensiveness/personal barriers, but also serving literal aspect of ‘thick skin.’ Detritivore. Kanaya: Hornet. Dangerous but caring parents, association with femininity. Omnivore. Terezi: Dragonfly. Good eyesight’s associated with clarity, though large eyes would also be easier to blind. Good at flying. Dragon pun. Carnivore. Vriska: Spider. Manipulative, association with femininity. Carnivore. Equius: Beetle. Strong. Omnivore. Gamzee: Praying mantis. Associations with religion due to unique praying pose. Carnivore. Eridan: Anolomacaris. Extinct skilled distance hunter. Carnivore. Feferi: Trilobite. Large curved spines, trident tongue, ‘ruler of precambrian seas.’ Detritvore.

All insects before Jade are herbivores or detritivores, and all insects jade and after are middle to highblood can hunt. This was to set up an intentionally antagonistic relationship between lowbloods and highbloods. It’s also a new way to play with themes in my personal work which are all about animal dynamics.

I mostly did the human kids as bugs as a joke, because they’re not aliens at all so its funny!! But I had a ton of fun with them so here we go again. I chose them off colors and gimmicks.

John: Spitbug. They’re bright green and gooey boys. Like ectoplasm. Rose: Rosy maple moth. Name association—also bright pink and yellow against their will. Rose wishes she was a cool goth all-black moth. Moths are associated with ‘seeking light.’ Dave: Assassin beetle/wheel bug. Have a gear shaped bump on back, large black eyes, efficient predators, some red coloration. Fits in with his expectations and pressures. Jade: Wooly aphid. They’re white, fuzzy, with rainbow wings. That’s so her.

Jane: Candy-striped leafhopper. Bright cyan with red highlights, food-themed name.Roxy: Pink-spotted cattleheart. Gorgeous pink and black coloring. Butterflies are nectar-drinkers, associated with celebration and inebriation. Kinda clumsy too. Dirk: Tiger beetle. They can move in bursts of motion faster than they can see. That’s flash stepping. Orange and black. Jake: Diving beetle. Dark green with orange highlights, explorers who go where other beetles cannot.

[rosemarymonths]

Introducing Rosemary Month 2023, all throughout October!

You can submit art, fanfics, music, cosplays, meta analysis, shitposts, etc, for the prompts!! I’ll be keeping track of the tags: #rosemary and #rosemary month2023 for submissions!! Or you can simply just @ this acc so I don’t skip over yours by accident!

Prompts:

Day 1: From The Start

Imagine rosemary at their very beginning of their dynamic or at the first step of their romantic relationship!

Day 2: Turtle Consorts

Rose and Kanaya hanging around Rose’s consorts would’ve been pretty cute!

Day 3: Meteorstuck

Imagine any Meteorstuck shenanigans Rose and Kanaya got into together!

Day 4: Hurt/Comfort

Obligatory sadstuck day, but with added comfort for safety measure!

Day 5: First Kiss

Either imagine Pre-Retcon Rose and Kanaya’s first kiss, or the unseen post-retcon kiss! Or maybe you want to explore a different way they could’ve had their first kiss?

Day 6: Quadrants

Time for some rosemary quadrant smearing!

Day 7: Birthdays

How neat would it be to see Rose and Kanaya celebrating each other’s birthdays?

Day 8: Cats

Imagine Rose and Kanaya playing with a bunch of cats!

Day 9: Rain

Rose and Kanaya going through rainy weather, or just explore anything you want to do with rain.

Day 10: Rays

After the rain, Kanaya and Rose finally get some sunshine.

Day 11: Game Over

Explore the absolute heartbreak that is Rose and Kanaya’s deaths, either during the catastrophe or the aftermath within the dreambubbles.

Day 12: AUs

Any AU you want!! Been thinking about a MLP AU lately? A Little Prince AU?

Day 13: Family

Explore either Rose and Kanaya with their own little family, or just them with the other Strilondes/Maryams! Or both!!

Day 14: Alpha Timeline

Imagine either Alpha Rose x Beforus Kanaya, or post-retcon rosemary! Whichever one you like best!

Day 15: Tropes

Explore your favorite rosemary tropes!! Or a trope you’d love to see with rosemary!

Day 16: Scars

Rose and Kanaya bonding over their shared scars, either literal or metaphorical.

Day 17: Flowers

Either Kanaya simply infodumping about her botanic skills to Rose, or just pretty flower art, you decide whatever!

Day 18: Stars

Perhaps Rose and Kanaya stargazing, or aesthetic pieces! Go crazy!

Day 19: Date Night

Imagine Rose and Kanaya finally going on a somewhat decent date this time around.

Day 20: Robots

Assigned meat rosemary day, or just do whatever you wish with robots and rosemary!

Day 21: Double Date

Imagine rosemary going on a double date with another ship you like!

Day 22: Dreambubbles

Either Rose and Kanaya having dreambubble fun times, or perhaps more Game Over angst?

Day 23: Domestic

Explore Rose and Kanaya’s sweet domestic life, as they deserve!

Day 24: Strider Third Wheeler

It wouldn’t be Rosemary without Dave trying to tag along like he’s their five year old son, right?

Day 25: Proposal

Who do you think proposed? Rose or Kanaya?

Day 26: Wedding Anniversary

Rose and Kanaya celebrating their marriage!!

Day 27: Snow

Imagine Rose and Kanaya undergoing snowy weather!

Day 28: Fnaf Day

Exactly what it says. Happy Fnaf Movie month

Day 29: Beach Episode

Imagine Rose and Kanaya just having some beach summer fun times

Day 30: Clothes/Style Swap

A good ol’ fashioned clothing/style swap between Rose and Kanaya!

Day 31: Halloween

Happy Halloween!! Are Rose and Kanaya trick or treating? Passing out candy? Going to a party?Scaring little kids to death maybe?? Do whatever halloween fun you want with these two!

[nekropsii]

Two-part question. First, do you think the structure of late Homestuck (Vriskagram -> Lilypad convos -> Collide -> Act 7) is good? Second: if not, how would you have structured the endgame instead?

I think Act 6 was kind of a burning dumpster fire with some good bits snuck in. Most of my beef with Act 6 are embodied by the Strider Rooftop Scene. Far, far too drawn out, far too direct, and I just… Cannot see Dave behaving that way. Yes, it brings up some aspects of abuse that I personally have had to cope with, and the story of Dave’s abuse is personally resonant to me, but… The execution of that scene felt extremely fanfic-y to me, and I just can’t see Dave being so willing to be so vulnerable and open with Dirk so quickly. Rose? Sure. He loves Rose. I could see him having this kind of conversation with Rose. But not Dirk. Not this soon, and not this directly.

A lot of Act 6, especially Late Act 6, is just fanfiction to me. I have a crack theory that at least some of it was ghostwritten. Far too much of the characters literally sitting around and doing nothing but talking about their feelings in extremely plain terms. But again, there’s some really good bits mixed in. Act 7 is just a banger piece of animation, and I do enjoy Collide. I don’t have qualms about where it ended, I think it ended where it should have.

I’m not sure how I’d restructure it. I think I’d make it do way less of characters sitting around doing group therapy for 50 pages and actually give some characters some satisfying resolutions, first of all. Less Strider Man Pain, more of Whatever Jake Has Going On. One of my only gripes about the ending of Homestuck is that I wish Jake got more exploration, instead of actually getting turned into 16 year old eye candy.

I’d keep Homestuck around the same size. The size felt good. I’m just not the biggest fan of the way they used it during the later parts, but… Seemingly for the reasons why some people really liked it? Eh.

My joke answer is that I’d make Dirk and Caliborn properly Spades to parallel the fact that I’d make Roxy and Calliope properly be stated Girlfriends. Yes, it’s obvious that they have a romantic relationship, but apparently it’s not obvious enough because so many people just do not seem to get it. I think it’d be fun and good for all four of them.

Less feelings jams, more actual feelings. I read these long drawn out therapy talks and feel nothing. Punch me in the face in the way [S] Terezi: Remem8er did, or the way Dave’s speech about Heroism did, or Caliborn’s arc. Punch me in the face the same way as John having a meltdown because he realized he doesn’t like Con Air anymore. Get creative.