#make weird art without being a weirdo

[thevegetablewhichnoonedaresname]

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[yawnderu]

>Simon has a neet weirdo as a best friend Or Simon Riley lets his best friend see his naked body for art references.

This wasn't the way Simon was expecting to spend his PTO; naked in his best friend's bed with his hand covering his soft cock, hoping not to make you uncomfortable as you took notes of his body's reactions.

“Can you like... get hard?” He was trying his best not to get hard, going as far as to think about gross things he's seen throughout the years to distract himself from the feeling of your nails raking up and down his bare stomach, defined muscles tensing and bulging beneath your palm.

“'S not how it works.” He grumbled out, tired brown eyes looking away from you. Simon isn't embarrassed— not at all, he's simply not used to someone inspecting him the way you are, curious eyes fully focused on his body, taking in every single tattoo and scar, living proof of how many times he's kicked death's ass.

“Well, just think about... I don't know, tits.” He lets out a dry chuckle at the awkwardness in your tone, trying your best to keep it professional in the name of art. He looks down at you with pure amusement the moment he sees your hand drifting up, tracing the outline of his defined, muscular pecs.

You take a second to fully admire the view in front of you, absent-mindedly starting to play with his erect nipple, not registering the way his breath hitches. Simon looks like a gladiator— lightly tanned skin making his rippling muscles stand out greatly, becoming the virtual image of ancient Greek fantasies, a plethora of scars showing how often he crosses the edge of death.

“Gettin' a bit touchy there.” His playful tone doesn't save the mild embarrassment, about to let go of his nipple before his rough, calloused hand grasps your wrist, encouraging you to keep touching him.

“'S working.” Simon's other hand moves out of the way slightly, just barely enough for you to see his hardening cock, veins starting to become more prominent along his long, meaty shaft. He doesn't protest when you move his hand out of the way, getting a perfect look at him.

“That's... oddly interesting.” The awkwardness coming from you never fails to amuse him, only making his ego inflate by the second, even when you look down at your notebook to keep taking notes of his body's reactions.

“Does it feel weird to get a boner?” He thinks about it for a few seconds before shaking his head, holding back a laugh at the blunt questions. In the name of art, she says.

“Not weird, just... I don't know, bird.” The expectant look that you give him distracts him for a second, trying to think of a better way to explain it.

“Feels good. Bit tingly most of the time, and you can feel it... y'know, grow.” Explaining what getting a boner feels like isn't the weirdest thing he's done for you, half-lidded brown eyes focused on the way you simply nod and keep taking notes, using his words as inspiration for the erotic novels he knows you write.

The room is almost quiet for a few minutes, Simon's breathing becoming harder being the only sound, feeling your soft hands caressing every single inch of his skin, feeling him up more than he can take... and ultimately edging him without even being aware, stopping to take notes every once in a while.

“I can show you how a man jacks off, too. For the sake of art, yeah?”

[altt-account]

⋆｡‧˚ʚ🍓MASTERLIST🍓ɞ˚‧｡⋆

@l0s3rd0wnt0wn

[Platonic Yandere!Batfam x Weird black neglected!reader]

[Weird black neglected!reader head canons!!]

[platonic yandere batfam x Weird black!Reader]

[Yandere Conner Kent x Weird black!reader]

[Weird black neglected!reader]

[Weird black neglected!reader is the type of mf]

[Weird black neglected!reader and the things the hate about the batboys do that disgust reader]

[Yum, good soup!]

[Reader going with Catwoman to steal shit because she can't afford the Gojo and Suguru Nendoroid]

[the black reader likes physical contact...except with the batfam (alfred doesn't count)]

[adult black!a reader]

[WEIRD BLACK!READERS MUSIC]

[reader is a total fan of another hero]

[Black Weirdo MC becomes the DC equivalent of either a twitch streamer or Youtuber]

[IT'S NOT JUST HAIR!]

[reader loves and trusts completely can touch his hair]

[reader doesn't really care when the Batfam gets hurt]

[MY BIG SISTER GLOWS!!!]

[connor/black!reader. how would the batfam react]

[Weird neglected black!reader loves dating sims of all kinds]

["ONE STEP TWO STEP THREE STEP OW!"]

["WHEN FINE SHYT IS LOW-KEY A WERIDO"]

[batfam react if every time they pushed the limits of black bizarre reader they reacted in very stupid ways]

[Wb!Reader on their 14th hour of forcing Connor to listen to BTS]

[reader's mother's relationship with bruce and does the rest of the batfam know about her?]

[black!raeader listening and singing to peggy by ceechynaa]

["BABY YOU SMELL LIKE HAIR SPRAY!!~"]

["WHY SEE THE WORLD WHEN GOT THE BEACH"]

[One step, two step, three step, ow! Part 2]

[that one scene in Turning Red.]

[reader getting a pericing like multiple ear piercings or a nose pericing without the batfam knowing]

["BABY HE'S A BITTER"]

[reader took a baking for a brief moment because a dessert they saw in an anime looks too good]

["YOUR TO SLOW!!"]

[black reader will totally tchip the batfamily at every opportunity]

[Yummy, good soup! 🍲]

[batfam being complete Yandere for our mother but not searing an ounce of attention to use unless told to by our mother]

[Imma steal thar quote thank you very much!]

[Black Weirdo MC with Vtuber]

[Reader wearing batfamily merchandise]

["HE'S BLEEDING ON MY LIPS"]

[Black reader and corners relationship]

[which lyon kid is reader most like]

[look like our mom wix with Martha Wayne]

[weird reader was emo or coquette]

[reaction of the batfamily if the reader took his mother's last name]

[two people with those face art singing like 🎭🎭]

[What sport would weird black!reader play]

[weird reader has any secret tattoos?]

[wbreader would be one of those ppl that walk the mile]

[wb!reader uses the "is it because I'm black?" card to the batfamily]

[Batman!reader antics]

[Wb!reader fell down the snow bunny hole bruh]

[walking around the manor in ICP make up]

[weird black reader relationship with martian manhunter]

[readers mom and bruce had to co parent]

[WB! Reader have a chunnibyuo phase?]

["TASTE SWEET AND LAST SO LONG~"]

[if magic did run in the family]

[neglected reader goes with slade]

[Black Reader does microlocks]

[black reader and Duke having a small truce just to fuck with the bat family]

["WHY WON'T YOU ANSWER ME!"]

[reader started collecting father figures]

[WEIRD NEGLECTED BLACK!READER HEAD CANONS]

[talia x mother reader]

[wb!reader dating danny phantom]

[Loving Danny is hard]

[Sonic!Reader or Flash!Reader sees after being chased by an alternate version of Mark]

[pairing for a voodoo or vodou!reader, and all of a sudden Bartholomew Henry Allen II]

[reader's mother was dating someone and the reader sees him as a father]

[Danny x wb!reader x Conner]

[youtuber wb! Readers]

[hinking about how maddie, jack and jazz ( danny family ) will accept wb!reader]

[reader and her mom]

[wbReader but is there any chance that they would get permanent fangs]

[being kidnapped by some low-life thug in Gotham]

[Readers mom casually being a yandere for us while she's trying to make the batfam yanderes]

["NO FUN TO FEEL LIKE A FOOL"]

["SHE SO MEAN BUT SO PRETTY!!!"]

[john constantine doctor fate raven and zatanna will be the new reader family that uses voodoo]

["AIM TO SHOOT AIM TO KILL"]

["THE RED MEANS I LOVE YOU"]

[weird!reader ever had a gacha phase]

[get into WB readers' interest]

["DANCE OF THE FATHER"]

[Robin!reader]

[voodoo!reader and girl run]

[voodoo!reader not being herself ever again if she cannot practice her true self]

[love sick]

[Male WB!reader and conner]

["BOI OUTSIDE THINKING HE GROWN"]

["TOP OF MY SCHOOL"]

[Robin Reader with the same style as Moon Girl]

[reader stops caring about the batfam one day they will have their own life]

[MASTERLIST P2]

[tizeline]

Hi, love your Au and your art!

Since the Drax boys have lived in the Hidden City their whole lives, they have a much better sense of community than the Donnie. Even if they aren't the most well liked since I assume most yokai find their views on human's extreme. They can still go down to a supermarket, a restaurant, a park. All things in which Donnie has never been able to do out in daylight. How would they react onto figuring out. "Oh, crap this kid is a socially isolated weirdo [affectionate]." Like would they do a montage of dragging Donnie to all their favorite places? Also, I imagine that yokai culture has different faux pas, any Donnie might just accidentally do something offensive, like how he did in Witch town by not collecting the worms right. Or he might accidentally do something incredibly dangerous like go to a place with gangs or go to Big Mama's and he'd have no idea because Donnie's not a resident of the Hidden City. Also, do you think Yokai celebrate Christmas or New Years? I imagine it would be very weird for Donnie to see people that look like you and be under the same category of 'freak' (in the human city) just walking around doing everyday things. Especially since Donnie's spent his whole life hiding, walking around and not worrying about if some human scientist is going to nab you must be world-endingly weird. Also, it would probably give Donnie hope for things he's never been able to do before. Make a proper friend group, own a home in a neighborhood, and go to college. All the regular teen things he see's people in the movies and April doing.

Also, something I've always wondered in canon, do you think Donnie has his shots? Since he can't access a regular doctor, do you think he's just like a carrier of every single dead disease. I assume he's probably immune to a lot of sicknesses because of how Draxum made them. But imagine Draxums reaction when he wants to get Donnie's medical records (I imagine Draxum is a stickler for health, shots, and Doctor checkups as a form of affection) and Donnie has to tell him he's literally never been to an actual Doctor. I imagine at some point he made records for himself, but that was probably when he got a bit older, so for the first seven years or so, Splinter was just hoping Donnie didn't come down with anything deadly.

I'm also betting that the Drax boys are a bit smarter than canon because Draxum seems like the type of person to do ZERO skimping on education. Like yes, Donnie's still smarter, however I do think they Drax boys are just smarter than canon, like they probably know high school algebra, science, yokai history all that stuff. I think it would be cool to see the boys reference a piece of yokai culture of history and Donnie just be like ".....what". I imagine it make him very mad to be out of the loop in any piece of knowledge. However, Donnie could make a human pop culture reference and also get the Drax boys confused.

LMAO yeah it's quite weird for Donnie to be able to just. Walk around in public without having to worry about anyone finding out that he's a mutant. It takes him a while to adjust to the fact that he doesn't have to hide his turtle-features amongst yōkai, he probably instictually keeps doing it for a while at first (keeping to the shadows and wearing clothes that hides his appearence, stuff like that).

His brothers are quite eager to introduce Donnie to all the cool stuff in The Hidden City that he's been missing out on. And while part of Donnie's difficulty with social interactions is just a symptom of him being autistic, him growing up so isolated definitely made things even harder for him. A lot of his knowledge about social etiquette he learned from like........ shows and movies, and I don't think 80s martial arts- and campy sci-fi-movies are the best teachers on how to interact with others lol. He had April of course, but she's one person and also kind of a weirdo too. And all of that just may have given him insight on how to socialize in human society, he's very unprepared for yōkai society!

His brothers really don't mind this, partially because Donnie's behavior is so similar to Draxum so they honestly just find it endearing. They also fully expected Donnie to have been completely traumatized from living amongst humans. The fact that he's (mostly) fine, just a bit eccentric, is great news to them! Also a lot of yōkai consider the entire Draxum family to be a bunch of weirdos too, maybe Donnie doesn't really fit in amongst other yōkai as much as he'd liked but he DOES fit in amongst his family, both the Hamatos and the Draxums! :]

Also LMAOOO- Splinter: "This is my son Donatello, he has every disease"

Honestly..... yeah Donnie kinda mostly relied on his mutation-enhanced immune system growing up. Donnie, being a NERD, might have figured out how to get himself vaccinated for at least some stuff eventually. I also imagine with Splinter knowing he himself is the closest thing to a medic he or Donnie were ever gonna get access to, he put in effort into research and other precautions to be safe. That being said, he's not an expert, and while I do believe the Hamato Ninja Training included some basic medical training like first aid and such, there's the small problem of both Splinter and Donnie both having EXTREMELY weird biology on account of the mutation, so Splinter kinda just had to guess a lot and hope for the best when it came to Donnie's health

Regardless, I absolutely belive that as soon as Donnie's relationship with Draxum became slightly less hostile, Draxum managed to convince Donnie to sit down for a checkup. And OMG Draxum being so concerned about his kids' health as a form of affection is both adorable and hilarious 😭

And yup the Drax Bros got a much better education in the AU compared to canon lmaooo (Leo still doesn't like reading books though). Donnie is still definitely the most academically gifted, but yeah his brothers of course are going to know a lot more about yōkai stuff in general, which kinda makes Donnie a little bit insecure. Specifially when Raph, Mikey and Leo start talking about something yōkai-related that Donnie is completely ignorant of, then that makes him feel a bit left out. Of course, then he, April will talk about something human-related and then his brothers are the ones out of the loop (aside from maybe Leo he knows quite a bit about human pop-culture)

[diyasgarden]

Art x hairdresser!reader where their first encounter ends up with her messing up the haircut, wanting to cry every time she sees his face on the TV cause, yeah, SHE gave him that atrocious haircut :( but he comes back two months later anyway, asking to have his hair cut specifically by HER!!!

OH OH OHHHHH. Referencing this post

When he came in you were so in awe of his hair. Beautiful blonde curls which seem like they belong in some fairy tale not in real life. It wasn't that you hadn't seen curls like that before, but it was rare to see it on someone of his age and in that shade.

When he sits down in the seat, he smiles at you from the mirror, and he really does look like prince charming come to life. Then he tells you he wants something short, naturally you're confused. Such beautiful curls and he wants them gone? Regardless, it's not like you can tell him no. He's the customer. He asked for a haircut, and you're going to give him that. But it doesn't mean you're not allowed to ask questions.

"Are you sure you want it short?" You ask as you take the scissors and begin to snip.

"Mhm" He seemed like a man of few words.

"You're sure?" You probe once more.

He lets out a little strained laugh and asks, "Is there a reason why you keep asking?" He doesn't sound mean, but simply confused. You assume you probably weirded him out.

"Oh it's just..." How do you phrase this without sounding like a complete and utter weirdo? "Your curls are very pretty"

He smiles at this with a little nod. "I need it a little shorter for tennis." Oh well you weren't expecting that. You both start talking about that now. How his tennis career is taken off and that he wants a bit shorter for when he plays. You even ask couple questions about the color (completely natural he swears, you believe him).

If you weren't so immersed in the conversation, you may have realized that you cut off way too much. Once you put the scissors down and step back you see it's much shorter. It's not bad but...it's certainly a look.

You assume he is going to hate it, "I'm so..." Your voice trails off before you can even finish the statement.

Art just stands up assuming you're done and looks in the mirror with a little nod. "Cool, thanks." He pops some money in the tip jar and walks away.

You realize he wasn't lying about being an upcoming tennis player because you start to see him on the television. Every time you feel that haircut you imagine all the curls you completely destroyed. A weird pit in your stomach anytime you think about how you should have paid more attention to his hair during the haircut. You see that it is growing, which is relieving (although not surprising, considering the fact that he has wonderful hair). You even end up keeping track of him online, just to make sure his hair is growing back fine you tell yourself. It makes you feel less terrible about the hair cut.

Finally, nearly two months later, you see the little curls of his hair rest on his forehead as you watch a video of him playing. It is like a weight has been lifted off your chest.

It's a short lived sense of relief. You feel it all come crashing down back on you, when he walks into the salon couple days later asking for the same hair cut.

[angstigone]

WARNINGS: pre-relationship, suggestive, childhood friends-to-lovers, tomboyish reader, she/her - afab character, getting together, sibling teasing.

Being friends with somebody since you were both as tall as three boxes of apples was enough to immediately staunch any romantic thoughts about them and don’t even get Rindou started on the sexual feelings. 

How could he even come up with anything when he had seen you dig your nose for boogers?

And yet, here he was in the entryway of his apartment, staring at you since you had gotten out of the bathroom.

Or better since whoever had substituted you had exited the bathroom, wearing your skin, your colors and your own smile but being diametrically different from your usual appearance. 

Now Rindou might as well be a … a tad dramatic, as the thing that was the most different from your usual appearance were your clothing and make up.

It shouldn’t have felt that shocking and yet, for as long as Rindou had known, you had been a tomboy who wore oversized clothing and used makeup just when it was strictly needed, which oftentimes implied that you used it on either him or Ran to cover bruises if they had anything huge they had to show up at without the risk of being recognized as the hoodlums they were.

He didn’t think that he had ever seen you wear anything that weren’t jeans - ripped preferably - or sweatpants that till a few years ago - before his growth spurt and intense gym addiction had started - they had been his sweatpants that you wore. Not the tartan skirt that reached halfway through your thigh and would have been an almost conservative choice if Rindou thought about what he had seen a few girls were at the club, but onto you… it felt almost damning.

“It is just a pair of legs and on top of them thighs” he had cursed himself immediately, trying to regain some semblance of comfortability. 

He had seen those legs scratched up and bloody whether it had been from you learning how to use your bicycle on your own or when he had had the stupid idea of bringing you with him on a motorbike ride when he hadn’t yet mastered the art of it. 

He could see, even through the distance and the shitty light of the entrance, the thin scars of your childhood days because - of course - you hadn’t worn thighs.

That was something that Rindou didn’t know yet whether to be glad or saddened for: on one side they were meant to act as a veil against any further thought distorting his childhood memories in pure horny, but on the other… the thought of a specific screen, molding to the length of your calves and the strength of your thigh…

He was glad at least that your upper body was conservative in the very least with a bad shirt that was in part ripped at the neck as he had seen often among the crowd that joined his club and dj sets; he shouldn’t have felt that much for a fit that he saw daily and had by now lost its charm but here he was.

Maybe it was the fact that it was you who was wearing it, which would have brought a whole other can of worms festering in his brain, because it wasn’t just that he was unused seeing you in clothes that didn’t make you… one of them, but suddenly your friendship… what if it was… 

… what if he wanted more.

What if he couldn’t watch you anymore with the eyes of a friend.

«That weird, huh?».

He was promptly brought away from his spiralling thoughts  by your own voice as you fixed him with a suddenly bashful look and it did hit Rindou, then: he had been staring at you - like a whole weirdo - without saying anything.

«… I told you, Ran… there must be something other than this that I can wear…».

«The club has a strict dressing code» of course Ran had to be behind this, Rindou thought as he saw his brother coming right after you with a mischievous look in his purple eyes that was switched from you onto his younger copy «… and it ain’t that bad. Nobody just taught Rindou when to close his mouth when he sees something pretty».

«Oh now you must be bullshitting me!» you cackled loudly and suddenly Rindou could recall the ‘you’ he knew; the one that slapped her thigh like an old grandpa and snorted too loudly because Rindou did the same and somehow it felt like establishing dominance to do one over him. 

Still, this time you weren’t a tomboy, you were a damnably pretty girl.

His best friend.

«C’mon, Rinnie…» he was brought back onto Earth by his annoying brother who had slithered right over to him, fixing lightly Rindou’s collar and ruffling his hair with brotherly teasing. Ran redirected his gaze from himself with a slight tilt to you «… tell her she ain’t that awful to look at!».

«I am not awful!» you protested, pushing down on the offended gasp «I am just saying this ain’t my thing. You both fucking know it».

«And yet, you said you wanted to come to the club on one night, didn’t you» Ran made a compelling argument and although technically the club dress code wasn’t that strict, your usual apparel wouldn’t have fit it. 

Yet, there were more … ‘conservative’ fits that Rindou could have produce . 

None that would have given him any heartache and much to think about although he somehow doubted he could have ever gone back to looking at you without the picture of your long legs and the way the skirt lightly brushed against them as you shifted your hips. 

Or the way the rips in your shirt revealed a purplish lacy bra.

«It ain’t… you ain’t…» he was blabbering and he was promptly fixed by your teasing gaze and Ran’s own.

«Go on».

That fucking viper of a brother.

Ran moved away so that he couldn’t act anymore as an obstacle - and buffer - between you and Rindou and again he was forced to confront that suddenly you weren’t ten anymore, splashing around in the communal baths after you had gone out in the rain. 

Suddenly, he was struck by the thought that being friends wasn’t what he wanted.

«… you are fine, alright?».

He knew the tips of his ears were probably a dead giveaway but on your side, you didn’t do much more than slightly tilt your head as if asking a question: ‘was he alright?’.

No, he didn’t think he was and he wouldn’t have ever been as he came to the shocking realization that he had been secretly - even to himself - liking you and a skirt and a ripped shirt were all he needed to come to that shocking realization.

In a few words, he didn’t know what to do with himself.

«Yes yes» and yet, he refused to admit it out loud as he promptly turned and grunted out «… fucking move it or you’ll make us late».

«Hey!» you protested but Rindou felt far more comfortable with the usual banter «As if you didn’t fucking beg me to come! Alright, alright, I am getting a jacket and I’ll be all done».

«No need» Ran promptly shot back as he grabbed Rindou’s leather one from their hanger and draped it almost courteously around your shoulders since it was more a precaution as the temperatures had been raising and it wasn’t that cold, especially in the club «Here, my lady… all fit to go to the dance».

«Thank you, my lord».

If he had any doubts, Rindou was forced to witness the whole scene tense and with his fists clenched tight, although he knew that Ran saw you - and him, as well - as nothing but troublesome younger siblings. 

You weren’t his type and neither Ran was yours, but you laughed so easily with him. 

He paid you compliments so easily and attended you so carefully.

Rindou was going to puke before a drop of alcohol had even entered his body.

He needed vodka. 

A whole bottle of it, especially if you kept on readjusting your shirt, which entailed your skirt lightly raising and revealing more naked skin.

Especially when you passed by his side, and he got to whiff onto your smell. It was enough to make him close his eyes and picture it, the sight of you hanging by his side while he sat in his VIP lounge after a set all electricized and energized and…

«… coward» he was startled at the slight whisper from his brother, who had quickly taken your place by his side.

And he couldn’t deny it, because now that he had finally realized he wanted you, how did he even get the point across when you in a cute fit was enough to render him so breathless.

«Bastard» he shot back, not loud enough for you to be heard as you started to move towards the elevators «You did it on fucking purpose, didn’t you?».

«… you two needed a little push in the right direction» he confirmed all smug and cocky «Come now, or you’ll be the one making us late».

Yeah, no time to have a mental breakdown when everybody awaited the fucking dj.«Wait… what do you mean with ‘you two’?»

[communist-hatsunemiku]

this might be a strange take but as someone who was groomed and who had what i would call an "elitist" mindset towards it, zako really seemed like it was about that mentality. of knowing you were playing with fire but feeling like you were above it. and for that i was really attached to it for the 2 hours it was out. the more logical side of me KNOWS its more likely a play off mimukawa nice try but i would love to believe it was meant to cater to a different audience than loli-cons. what's your take on the fiction vs reality of it? do you think westerners are just overreacting

I think you're interpretation of the song is valid, and pretty interesting tbh! I had not thought about that at all, and it's a case for letting people interpret the song in their own way. Instead of kowtowing to the loudest, most offended people. I also think the fact the creators literally took down the song amid backlash is pretty strong evidence they didn't make a song "for lolicons". They obviously did not anticipate this reaction, Channel admitted to having reservations, and tried to make Yuuki somewhat older-looking in the video. Whether you think she does or not, is up for (good faith!) debate. I do think she does not look like the literal box art version of the character, but that's kind of beside the point.

there is no fiction vs. reality debate because there are no real human beings harmed in the making of this song. Like, full stop. The "well kaai yuuki has a child VA" shit doesnt hold water cuz that person is an adult now anyway, and there are plenty of other songs featuring her that go wayyyy beyond this one. Like it's just something people reached for out of convienence. Same for "it violates her TOS!" like no one gave a fuck about Kaai Yuuki's TOS before it became a convenient cudgel in this particular situation.

The thing is, no one can have conversations about stuff like this in good faith because you are immediately labeled some kind of monster for trying to have any kind of nuanced opinion. Any dissent from "this song/movie/book is irredeemably evil and your sick for defending it" is taken as proof that you are a pervert monster. It's such a clear example of people, willfully and gleefully, diving into reactionary thinking without a shred of thought.

When really, I do think having an actual conversation about lolicon causing you discomfort is totally normal, and it's a pretty reasonable response to this stuff! But people can't just say that, they have to burn the whole thing to the ground, in the name of "protecting kids" or whatever bullshit they come up with. I don't actually like a good portion of Miku art for the same reasons people didn't like Zako! There was art going around on twitter of Miku with a literal binkie in Her mouth like a baby, and that shit was kind of weird! But I just didn't engage with it, that's it. People whipped each other up about the "harms" of this song, when simply not liking or engaging with it at all would have been the normal thing to do.

Freak outs like this do not protect anybody from anything. My big hot take is that having a moral panic about literally anything has more potential for actual harm than whatever it is people are panicking over. You simply cannot make rational, thoughtful decisions that prioritize protecting people from abuse when you are in a panic, or listening to people who are in a panic. You just can't!! It's not how shit works!

I know I have other asks about this, but I'm kind of trying to answer here, definitively, and let the topic dissipate. I'm glad I got the video downloaded, and we'll see what they release to appease all the weirdos who freaked out about the song. People objected to both the video and the lyrics themselves, so I don't know how they're going to come out with a new version that isn't radically different than the original. We'll see.

[the-awful-falafel]

Decided to share a megapost of my Fake Peppino relationship / character dynamic headcanons! Not comprehensive at all but should give a rough outline of my personal interpretation of things at least

PEPPINO:

Peppino and Fake Peppino's relationship is... deeply complicated lol

It's the focus of my brainrot (and utterly central to how I see Fake Peppino's postgame character development happening) so I won't quite get into all the progression and nuances here, but if I had to loosely summarize it, I'd say it's kind of a platonic slowburn "weird uncomfortable doppelganger housemate/employee" + enemies-to-trucies-to-uneasy-friendship situation. Lots of black comedy and ominous horror stuff too

More will be explained / shown off over time, hopefully!

GUSTAVO:

Gustavo generally seems tolerant or even oblivious to Fake Peppino's weirdness, although not to a Noisette extent

He doesn't get caught up in paranoia around Fake Peppino like Peppino does, although the odd behavior and comments the clone sometimes makes can be slightly unsettling

Gustavo casually calls Fake Peppino "Peppino" to be respectful (something that agitates real Peppino) and occasionally tries to encourage Peppino to do the same

Gustavo acts relatively friendly and encouraging to Fake Peppino-- believing in good faith that most of his behavior is harmlessly weird and that, if he's anything like the real Peppino, he could use a friend-- but he often feels out of his depth interacting with him for too long, so in practice it's more of a "cordial acquaintances" situation

Fake Peppino sees Gustavo as a nice friend/fellow chef, first as an extension of Peppino's relationship with him and then later more genuinely

Fake Peppino strongly appreciates Gustavo's penchant for adventure, and will often tag along Gustavo's adventures without asking and without warning when he's in the mood to forage for new ingredients or simply observe

BRICK:

Brick does not like Fake Peppino and she gets a bad vibe from him

Fake Peppino thinks the big rat looks delicious but politely holds off because he assumes that Gustavo is saving all that meat for himself

PEPPERMAN:

Pepperman is mostly face-blind towards humans and cannot tell Peppino and Fake Peppino apart unless they're side by side, and only then just barely

Pepperman somewhat admires the surrealism and ethical quandaries of Fake Peppino's existence, and rambles about it to him whenever he's around

Fake Peppino thinks Pepperman talks way too much and too fancily, and therefore tunes out at least 90% of what the pepper says

Fake Peppino has secretly stolen / borrowed paint from Pepperman before, and once or twice he brought over his weird Peppino caricature doodles to show him and get "art advice"

Fake Peppino has contemplated how Pepperman is an impressively big pepper, but there's no shortage of peppers back at the pizzeria, plus the smell of paint and ego kinda gets in the way

Fake Peppino is very pleased whenever Pepperman confuses him with Peppino

THE VIGILANTE:

Vigilante has only met Fake Peppino a handful of times and doesn't have a lot of knowledge of him or a strong opinion on him, thinking that he seems strange but friendly enough

Later on, Vigilante's opinion skews more pessimistic and he views Fake Peppino's creation as another one of Pizzahead's crimes that he must be held accountable for

Fake Peppino thinks the "cowboy cheese" is nice and helpful for giving him directions in the tower at one point, even though he finds his arsenal of guns and gruff demeanor slightly off-putting

Vigilante is the most likely of the bosses to go missing if there's a cheese supply shortage

Vigilante is also the most likely of the bosses to teach Fake Peppino what a flamethrower is

THE NOISE:

Noise finds Fake Peppino hilarious, seeing him as a total freakshow that mocks Peppino just by existing and being generally absurd

Noise would occasionally visit Fake Peppino in the tower alongside Noisette, mostly to just gawk and encourage the weirdo to do food crimes

Because of this, Noise also doesn't take Fake Peppino seriously-- an approach that has backfired on him a couple times, although he stubbornly refuses to learn. (Noise is good at using intimidation and startling loud noises in a pinch, but it never scares off Fake Peppino permanently)

Noise, when possible, likes to encourage Fake Peppino's general chaos and torment of Peppino, although it's just as likely to get thrown back in his face

Fake Peppino generally likes Noise because he sees him as one of his first regular customers alongside Noisette

However, Fake Peppino doesn't like how evasive Noise is at actually eating the complicated "pizzas" he orders, so he's increasingly determined to get Noise to eat one of his pizzas someday, even if it requires coercive methods

Fake Peppino can be unexpectedly passive-aggressive towards Noise when Noise is being more of a rude asshole than usual, although it's more in a playfully antagonistic sort of way... maybe

Fake Peppino was very confused by the whole NTV movie situation and went off-script a little too much for Noise's liking, but Fake Peppino still went along with it and got paid via expensive pizza ingredients afterwards (money was not enticing enough for him, for some reason)

NOISETTE

Noisette sees Fake Peppino as a funny guy and close friend, sharing both a goofiness and love for making dubiously edible food, and she is thoroughly immune to / oblivious of the horrors

She befriended him back in the tower via getting lost and obliviously stumbling into Peppino's Pizza 2, and her ditzy friendliness, utter lack of fear or acknowledgement of red flags, and promise to visit again led to a much more positive (and safer) interaction than all the previous customers had

Noisette's repeat visits were both because she genuinely found his pizzas "interesting" (... despite the fact they kept giving her violent short-term food poisoning, she assumed it was part of the Italian food experience and she thinks it's important to encourage his creativity) and because she was worried he was lonely, working so hard in his secluded restaurant all the time

Noisette always calls Fake Peppino "Peppino" and wholeheartedly affirms his identity

Noisette's overt tolerance and obliviousness of the horrors is not always a good thing and can lead to her enabling Fake Peppino's more dangerous and maladaptive behavior

Fake Peppino sees Noisette as his first and favorite regular customer, and he'd consider her his first friend too, although the lines between friend and customer are very blurry in Fake Peppino's mind

Fake Peppino visits Noisette on rare occasions (rather than the more common other way around), both because he enjoys her company and because he thinks studying her likes/dislikes up close and integrating them into his pizzas is key to maintaining her patronage

Fake Peppino will play party games and board games with Noisette and Noise when she offers, but he's kinda inattentive and doesn't follow the rules (it's okay because half of the rules Noisette makes up / doesn't care about either, and Noise cheats)

GEROME:

Gerome doesn't interact with Fake Peppino much, and when he does, he mostly just regards him with either vague interest or pity

Gerome is aware of the cloning lab and Fake Peppino's true nature/purpose, and has had a lot of experience with his brother's clones-- as a result, Gerome is pessimistic about the Fake Peppino's ability or willingness to change from what he is

Fake Peppino sees Gerome as the small stone man who sleeps all the time, and is interested by his janitorial work, but otherwise doesn't have much of an opinion on him either

PILLAR JOHN

John regards Fake Peppino with a similar sort of pity as Gerome does, although it mostly leads to him expressing sympathy and solidarity towards Peppino over both of them being cloned by Pizzahead and having awkward interactions with said clones after the tower collapsed

Fake Peppino doesn't really know John, but he was warned extensively to never touch the pillars holding up each level gate, no matter how tempting it may be to kick one over

Fake Peppino still follows this rule after the events of the game, even though this pillar is now walking around, but his curiosity will probably get the best of him one of these days

PIZZAFACE

Pizzaface has no opinion on Fake Peppino because he's a (secret) robot/mech whose autopilot AI is quite basic and limited-- he's obedient/loyal to Pizzahead and nobody else

Fake Peppino doesn't understand why you would make a pizza that isn't for eating

PIZZAHEAD

Pizzahead is directly responsible for creating Fake Peppino along with all the other clones, and even though the results didn't match his original "Better Peppino" design concept 1:1, he doesn't care and doesn't see it as a failure at all-- he thinks it's much funnier and more entertaining this way

Pizzahead doesn't really perceive Fake Peppino as a person or sapient entity deserving respect -- he sees Fake Peppino more like a fun new custom-built toy, guard monster, and walking punchline of a joke at Peppino's expense, all rolled into one

Pizzahead doesn't openly mistreat Fake Peppino, necessarily-- he's goofy and irreverent towards him for the most part, just like how he acts towards most other people-- but he certainly exploits and manipulates certain aspects of Fake Peppino's behavior for his own amusement, and saw leaving Fake Peppino on the fourth floor with minimal safeguards as the funniest possible thing to do with him. Look and watch the weird freak go! Wooooo!

Pizzahead is very affirming and encouraging of Fake Peppino believing himself to be really Peppino, mostly to better exploit/manipulate his behavior and to better egg on his established aggression towards "other Peppinos" in preparation for him being sicced on the real Peppino

Pizzahead's inability to take anything seriously extends to even the most bizarre, horrific, and dangerous of his creations, in a way that would probably backfire if it weren't for his power and cartoonish immunity

Pizzahead probably would have gotten bored of and abandoned Fake Peppino at some point if Peppino hadn't destroyed the tower

After the events of the game, Pizzahead is surprised by Fake Peppino's reduced aggression towards Peppino and has attempted to sneakily exploit Fake Peppino's behavior once more to see if he can generate any more funny conflict, but it's not very effective as Fake Peppino has already formed his own ambiguous goals and doesn't really have a reason to listen to Pizzahead anymore-- although he still cheerfully takes the "advice" into consideration

Fake Peppino doesn't know that Pizzahead is responsible for his existence, nor is he aware he was even created in the first place. (Fake Peppino would not believe Pizzahead if he told him, either)

Fake Peppino likes and respects Pizzahead as the tower's owner who pulled him out of the laboratory and gifted him important advice and a restaurant free of charge, but Fake Peppino is otherwise somewhat ambivalent and isn't even particularly loyal to the pizza, instead being obsessed with working the restaurant and working hard at being Peppino

Fake Peppino doesn't quite like Pizzahead's tendency to cartoon-logic grab and deposit him in new locations at random, as he (usually) dislikes being grabbed or touched and Pizzahead doesn't have much regard for his personal space, but it thankfully doesn't happen often enough for it to be a major concern, just an uneasy irritation

Fake Peppino is very curious about what Pizzahead's pizza head tastes like and has attempted to bite it off twice, to no success and Pizzahead barely acknowledging it aside from casually clamping Fake Peppino's jaws shut / sidestepping it and causing Fake Peppino to faceplant

[ha-rinrin]

BIRD OF A FEATHER

soo I wrote this at 2am, idk how I feel about this, I heard the song and just wrote.

word count: 5.8k

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I want you to stay

Till I'm in the grave

Till I rot away, dead and buried

Till I'm in the casket you carry

The night air was thick with unspoken words as you and Jinx sat atop a crumbling rooftop, the distant hum of the city echoing below. The moon cast a pale light, illuminating her wild blue hair, a stark contrast to the dark sky. You looked at her, your heart racing, feeling the weight of everything left unsaid.

“I want you to stay,” you said, breaking the silence. “I don't want to ever lose you” Your voice was steady, but your heart trembled at the vulnerability you were laying bare. Jinx turned to you, her bright eyes reflecting both mischief and a deep-seated fear. “What do you mean?” she asked, tilting her head, curiosity dancing in her gaze.

“I don’t want to face the world without you. I want you by my side, even when everything turns dark.” The words poured out, raw and unfiltered, and you could see the walls she built around her heart beginning to crack.

Jinx’s laughter was sharp, tinged with a hint of disbelief. “You don’t know what you’re asking for,” she said, her tone playful yet serious. “I’m chaos. I’m a mess.” But even as she spoke, you could see the flicker of something deeper in her eyes—a longing that mirrored your own.

“I know you are,” you replied, reaching for her hand, your fingers brushing against her cool skin. “But I wouldn’t want you any other way. I want you to stay, even when it gets hard. Even when it feels like we’re fighting the world and death together.” Your grip her hand tighter, a silent promise that you wouldn’t let go.

She sighed, a mix of exasperation and affection. “You’re crazy, you know that? I could bring a whole storm into your life.” Her smile was a beacon of light in the darkness, and you couldn’t help but grin back. “Maybe I like storms,” you teased, your heart swelling at the thought of being by her side through it all.

“Fine,” Jinx finally relented, her expression softening. “I’ll stay. But only if you promise not to freak out when I blow things up.” You laughed, the sound echoing into the night, and for a moment, the weight of the world felt lighter.

“Deal,” you said, squeezing her hand tighter. “But you have to promise me something in return.” Jinx raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “What’s that?” she asked. “Promise me that when the time comes, you’ll carry me even if I'm in a casket.” The gravity of your words hung in the air, and for the first time, you saw her guard completely drop.

“You’re serious?, you ask some weird things, you know that right?” she whispered first amused, and then, it hit her, her voice now trembling. “But seriously, you want me there when… when it’s all over?” Her eyes were wide, filled with a mix of fear and something deeper, something that spoke of connection and commitment. “I do,” you replied, your voice steady. “I want you to stay till the very end, Jinx. You’re my chaos, my storm, and I wouldn’t trade that for anything.”

She looked at you, her heart racing, and in that moment, the bond between you felt unbreakable. “Then I guess we’re stuck with each other,” she said, a smile creeping across her lips. “Until the grave, I love you my little weirdo.”

And as the stars twinkled above, you knew that no matter what chaos lay ahead, you would face it together, side by side, until the very end.

If you go, I'm going too, uh

'Cause it was always you, uh

And if I'm turning blue, please, don't save me

Nothing left to lose without my baby

The chaos of the outside world faded into the background as you sat cross-legged on the floor of Jinx’s room, surrounded by her eclectic collection of art supplies and colorful spray cans. The walls were a vibrant canvas of unfinished pieces and wild sketches, each telling a story of rebellion and creativity. A warm glow from the string lights overhead cast a soft light, making the space feel both intimate and alive.

Jinx sprawled across her unmade bed, her head resting on her arms. She looked at you, a serious glint in her eye. “You know,” she said, “if you ever decide to leave this place, count me in, I’m not staying behind without you.”

You paused, taken aback by the sincerity of her words. “Really? You’d just walk away from everything?”

She sat up, her expression serious now. “Absolutely. It’s always been you. I don’t care about the chaos outside if I don’t have you by my side. I’d rather take the leap into the unknown than stay here and watch you go.”

A warmth spread through you at her confession, making your heart race. “But what if it gets messy? What if we end up lost? or, i dont know, a lot of bad thing can happen out there”

Jinx shrugged, a playful grin breaking through her seriousness. “That’s the adventure, isn’t it? If things get tough, I want you right there with me. I don’t want anyone else by my side if everything goes south.”

You felt a sense of comfort in her words, a deep connection pulling you closer. “I’d choose to be with you, no matter what happens. I’d take that risk.”

She shifted closer, her knee brushing against yours, and the playful spark in her eyes deepened. “Good. Because nothing feels right without you. We’ll carve our own path together.”

In that cluttered room, surrounded by the remnants of Jinx’s wild spirit, you both knew that whatever chaos awaited you, you would face it hand in hand. The world outside might be unpredictable, but in this moment, it felt like you had everything you needed right here. Without each other, life would feel empty, like there was nothing left to hold onto

Birds of a feather, we should stick together

I know I said I'd never think I wasn't better alone

Can't change the weather, might not be forever

But if it's forever, it's even better

The streets of Piltover buzzed with the energy of night, colorful lights reflecting off cobblestones slick with rain. You and Jinx sprinted through the labyrinthine alleyways, her laughter echoing in the air, a wild melody in the chaos. Jinx’s grip was tight on your hand, pulling you deeper into the heart of the city where the shadows danced and danger lurked.

“Faster!” she shouted, glancing over her shoulder. “We’ve got company!”

You didn’t need to ask who. The faint sound of guards calling out, their footsteps growing louder behind you, sent a rush of adrenaline through your veins. Jinx’s eyes sparkled with mischief as she tugged you toward a bustling market square. “Trust me, we can lose them in the crowd!”

Without hesitation, you followed her lead, dodging merchants and stalls overflowing with colorful goods. She grabbed a handful of trinkets from a vendor’s table, tossing them over her shoulder as you weaved through startled onlookers. “Sorry!” she shouted, her laughter echoing as chaos erupted behind you.

Jinx skidded to a halt in the center of the square, pulling you close. “Now watch this!” With a flick of her wrist, she tossed a handful of smoke bombs into the air. The moment they exploded, vibrant clouds of color erupted, enveloping the square and obscuring everything in a surreal haze.

“Go!” she shouted, and you both plunged into the swirling smoke, hearts racing. You could hear the guards shouting, struggling to navigate through the confusion.

With her hand still intertwined with yours, Jinx led you toward a side street, the laughter of the crowd echoing behind you. “We’ve got to find a place to hide!” she urged, her breath coming quick but excited.

You ducked into a narrow alleyway, pressing against the damp brick wall as the sounds of chaos faded into the distance. Jinx’s eyes shone with exhilaration as she turned to you, a mix of thrill and mischief lighting her face. “Did you see their faces? They had no idea!”

You couldn’t help but laugh, the tension from the chase dissipating. “You really are insane,” you said, shaking your head, but your heart raced in response to her wild energy.

“Insane or brilliant? What do you think?” she teased, nudging your shoulder playfully. “We’re like birds of a feather, causing chaos together. It’s never boring with me around!”

“More like a disaster waiting to happen,” you replied, but the warmth in your chest told a different story.

Jinx leaned in closer, her expression turning serious for a moment. “If I go down, I want you right there with me. No one else could make this fun,” she said, her voice a mix of sincerity and bravado.

You felt the weight of her words, realizing just how much this chaotic life meant to her. “I’m not going anywhere,” you promised, squeezing her hand. “As long as you’re here, I’ll stick by you.”

With a wild grin, Jinx pulled you back into the fray, the night still full of adventures and the thrill of uncertainty. No matter the danger, you knew one thing: being by her side, you could face anything Piltover threw your way.

And I don't know what I'm crying for

I don't think I could love you more

It might not be long, but, baby, I

The moon hung low over Piltover, bathing the city in a silvery glow. You and Jinx sat on the edge of a rooftop, dangling your legs over the side as you watched the streets below buzz with life. It felt like you were perched on the edge of the world, the chaos of the city swirling around you, but in that moment, everything was still.

Jinx broke the silence first, her voice a mix of excitement and mischief. “Look at them down there! They have no idea what kind of trouble we could unleash.” Her laughter rang out, bright and carefree, but you sensed an undercurrent of something deeper.

You turned your gaze to her, noticing the way her smile faded slightly. “What’s on your mind?” she asked, tilting her head, her blue hair catching the moonlight. “You’re being all quiet and weird.”

A lump formed in your throat, the weight of unspoken feelings pressing down on you. “I just… I don’t know. Sometimes it feels like everything is slipping away.” You looked out over the city, the vibrant life below starkly contrasted with the emptiness that threatened to engulf you.

Jinx’s expression shifted, her playful demeanor dimming. “Hey,” she said softly, “you know I’d do anything to keep us together, right?” The sincerity in her voice tugged at your heart, and you couldn’t help but reach out for her hand.

“I know,” you replied, squeezing her fingers tightly. “I just wish we had more time.”

She leaned in closer, a hint of vulnerability in her eyes. “You’re not going anywhere, right? I need you here with me, we have plenty of time.”

You wanted to assure her, to promise her that you would always be by her side, but the truth weighed heavy on your mind. “I’ll always be here, even if… things change.” You didn’t dare voice the fear that lurked in the corners of your thoughts, the truth that hunts you, that there's the possibility that you could be leaving soon.

“Things don’t have to change,” she insisted, a spark of defiance in her gaze. “As long as we’re together, we can take on anything. This city doesn’t stand a chance against us.”

You smiled at her enthusiasm, but the truth of your situation lingered like a ghost. “You don’t know what you’re asking for,” you murmured, looking back down at the streets filled with strangers, unaware of the chaos that danced in the shadows.

Jinx’s grip tightened on your hand, and for a moment, it felt like nothing could break the bond between you. “We’re partners in crime. It’s just us against the world,” she said, her voice firm. “And if things get dark, I’ll find a way to pull you back.”

“Promise?” you asked, though the word tasted bittersweet on your tongue.

“Always,” she replied, but the flicker of uncertainty in her eyes made your heart ache. You both knew that the future was uncertain, that the dangers lurking in Piltover could change everything in an instant.

As you sat there, the city sprawling beneath you, a sense of urgency filled the air. You leaned closer to her, willing the moment to last forever. “Whatever happens, just know you mean everything to me,” you whispered.

She looked at you, her blue eyes shimmering with a mix of determination and fear. “You’re not allowed to leave me,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Never,” you promised, though a part of you wondered how long you could keep that vow.

In the stillness of the night, the two of you lingered on that rooftop, the weight of unspoken truths hanging between you. You could feel the inevitability of change creeping closer, but for now, you held onto each other, two souls caught in the chaos of Piltover, unwilling to let go

I'll love you till the day that I die

Till the day that I die

Till the light leaves my eyes

Till the day that I die

The room felt suffocating, the air thick with the acrid smell of smoke and the weight of your impending fate. You knew this was coming. You lay against the cold, hard floor of Jinx’s chaotic sanctuary, each breath a struggle as the sounds of the outside world grew distant. Jinx sat beside you, her vibrant blue hair fanned out like a halo, eyes wide with fear and disbelief.

“Stay with me,” she urged, her voice trembling, but you could see the fear creeping in behind her usual bravado. Her fingers intertwined with yours, a desperate grip as if she could hold you to this world through sheer will, your body in Jinx's arms, held as if she could change what was about to come.

“I’m not going anywhere, Jinx,” you whispered, your voice hoarse. Pain lanced through your body, but the warmth of her touch grounded you. “Not without you.”

Her eyes shimmered with unshed tears, the chaos that usually surrounded her now replaced by raw vulnerability. “You can’t leave me. Not like this. We were supposed to—”

“I know,” you interrupted gently, fighting against the wave of darkness threatening to engulf you. “We had so much left to do. But I need you to understand something.” You paused, gathering what little strength you had left. “You are everything to me. More than this life, more than any adventure. I wouldn’t trade our moments for anything.”

Jinx’s breath hitched as she clung to your hand, to your dying body, desperation painting her features. “Don’t say that. We’ll figure this out. We always do.”

“But what if we don’t?” you replied softly, feeling the weight of the world pressing down on you. “You have to keep going. You’re stronger than anyone I’ve ever known. You’ve faced the darkest of nights and come out shining. Promise me you won’t let this break you. My time has run out. I’m sorry Jinx.”

Tears spilled from her eyes, tracing down her cheeks as she shook her head. “I don’t want to live in a world without you. You’re my light, my chaos, my everything.”

“Then carry me with you. I’ll be right there, in your heart,” you murmured, your voice growing fainter. “You have to keep living for both of us. Find your way, even when it feels impossible. You’ve always been the one to make the impossible happen.”

Jinx pressed her forehead against yours, the warmth of her skin a stark contrast to the chill creeping through your body. “I can’t let you go. I won’t,” she whispered, a rawness in her voice that shattered your heart.

“Just hold onto me,” you replied, your eyes fluttering as the darkness threatened to claim you. “And remember the laughter, the chaos, the way we fought for each other. That’s what I’ll live for. Take this.” You can feel all your muscles giving up on you as you search for the clasp of your necklace—a locket, actually. Inside, there's a photo of you and Jinx, one of your happiest moments together, kept intact by a picture. She holds it in her hand as if her life depended on it.

In that moment, surrounded by the echoes of a life filled with wild adventures, you felt a sense of peace wash over you. You held Jinx’s gaze, memorizing every detail, every flicker of emotion before the world began to fade. As your consciousness slipped away, her grip on your hand and body tightened, the love and fear intertwining in a bittersweet farewell.

You would always be with her, a whisper in the wind, a promise that love, even in its most fragile form, would endure beyond the chaos

I want you to see, mmm

How you look to me, huh

You wouldn't believe if I told ya

You would keep the compliments I throw ya

The air in Zaun was thick with the scent of oil and smoke, mingling with the vibrant chaos that thrived in the underbelly of Piltover. Neon lights flickered above as you and Jinx darted through the narrow alleyways, her laughter echoing off the grimy walls. It felt exhilarating, the rush of adrenaline coursing through you as you followed her lead, your heart racing in time with the city’s pulse.

“Come on! We’re almost there!” she shouted over her shoulder, her voice filled with infectious excitement. You felt her hand grip yours, fingers intertwining as she pulled you along, weaving through a crowd of colorful characters and shadowy figures.

You couldn’t help but admire her—the way she moved with such confidence and fearlessness, her blue hair trailing behind like a comet’s tail. In moments like this, she was electric, and you wished she could see the beauty in her chaos as you did.

As you turned a corner, you stumbled slightly, and Jinx glanced back, concern flickering across her face. “Hey, you good?”

“Yeah, just keeping up with you!” you replied, a grin spreading across your face. “You’re like a whirlwind!”

She laughed, a sound that cut through the din of the streets, brightening even the darkest corners of Zaun. “Well, you better hang on tight, then! I’ve got plans for tonight!”

The two of you skidded to a halt in front of a makeshift market, colorful stalls bursting with odd trinkets and eccentric gadgets. Jinx’s eyes sparkled with mischief as she glanced around, plotting your next move. “Let’s cause some chaos! I bet we can swipe some of that gear over there before anyone notices.”

“Are you sure that’s a good idea?” you asked, a hint of hesitation creeping into your voice.

She shot you a playful grin, her eyes glinting with excitement. “Where’s your sense of adventure? Besides, it’ll be fun! Just think about how amazing it’ll feel to get away with it!”

You hesitated, but the thrill of the moment was too tempting to resist. “Alright, let’s do it.”

With that, you both dove into the chaos of the market. Jinx led the charge, her laughter ringing out as she expertly swiped items from the stalls while you followed closely, trying to keep up with her frenetic energy. Each time you narrowly avoided detection, adrenaline surged through you, and you couldn’t help but feel a sense of freedom that was intoxicating.

As you ducked behind a stall, your heart racing, you caught your breath, watching Jinx in awe. “You’re incredible,” you said, half in disbelief, half in admiration. “You make this look easy.”

She turned, a wild grin plastered across her face, and for a moment, everything else faded away. “You really think so?”

“Absolutely. You’ve got this whole chaotic charm that pulls everyone in,” you replied, your eyes locking with hers, feeling a rush of emotion. “I just wish you could see yourself the way I do.”

Her expression softened for a moment, vulnerability flickering behind her usual self. “Yeah, right. I’m just a mess,” she said, a hint of self-doubt creeping in.

“You’re not just a mess; you’re my mess,” you replied, the words tumbling out before you could think twice. “And I wouldn’t trade our adventures for anything.”

Jinx’s eyes widened slightly, surprise dancing across her features before she laughed it off. “Okay, maybe I’ll keep you around to remind me how awesome I am!”

As the night wore on, the chaos of Zaun wrapped around you like a familiar blanket, the energy of the city mirrored in the electric connection between you and Jinx. In that moment, amidst the thrum of excitement and danger, you knew that no matter where your paths led, you would always find your way back to each other.

But you're so full of shit, hmm

Tell me it's a bit, oh

Say you don't see it, your mind's polluted

Say you wanna quit, don't be stupid

The neon lights flickered above, casting a kaleidoscope of colors onto the grimy streets of Zaun. You found yourself in one of the many hidden corners, the air thick with the scent of metal and something sweetly toxic. Jinx leaned against a wall, her arms crossed, a frown tugging at her lips as she scrolled through her chaotic collection of gadgets.

“Seriously, Jinx, you can’t keep doing this,” you said, frustration bubbling beneath the surface. “This whole ‘I’m invincible’ act is getting old. You can’t just keep risking everything for a thrill.”

She looked up, her expression a mix of annoyance and defiance. “Oh, come on! You’re just being dramatic. What’s the worst that could happen? It’s all just fun and games.”

“It’s not just fun!” you snapped, running a hand through your hair. “You think this is a joke? Every time you pull one of these stunts, it gets closer and closer to blowing up in your face. You need to see what you’re getting into!”

Jinx’s laughter echoed in the alley, but it lacked its usual lightness. “You don’t get it, do you? I thrive on this chaos! It’s what keeps me alive. I’m not going to sit around and play it safe, waiting for a life that’ll never happen.”

“Yeah? And what happens when that thrill runs out?” you shot back, feeling your heart race with frustration. “You’ll end up alone, with nothing but regrets. Can’t you see how polluted your mind is with this reckless nonsense?”

She narrowed her eyes, crossing her arms tighter, the playful spark gone from her gaze. “And what about you? Always trying to play the responsible one, acting like you’re better than this. You think you’re saving me, but all you’re doing is holding me back!”

“Maybe I’m trying to keep you from getting hurt!” you exclaimed, your voice rising. “I care about you, Jinx! Can’t you understand that?”

A moment of silence stretched between you, thick with tension. Jinx’s expression flickered, a mixture of anger and something softer, more vulnerable. “I don’t need saving,” she said, her voice quieter now. “I just want to live. And if that means taking risks, then so be it.”

“Risking everything for a thrill isn’t living,” you countered, your heart aching at the thought of losing her to her reckless pursuit. “You’re better than this, Jinx. I just wish you could see it.”

She turned away, the weight of your words hanging heavy in the air. “Maybe I don’t want to be better. Maybe I just want to be free.”

You stepped closer, desperation clawing at your chest. “You can be free without putting yourself in danger. Please, just think for a second about what you’re doing.”

As her gaze remained fixed on the distant cityscape, you could see the turmoil churning within her. “You’re so full of shit,” she muttered, more to herself than to you. “You don’t get it at all.”

“Then help me understand,” you pleaded, reaching out gently to touch her shoulder. “I’m here, and I want to understand. But you need to stop pushing me away.”

Jinx finally turned to face you, her eyes searching yours for something—understanding, maybe, or just the reassurance that you wouldn’t walk away. “You really think I’m worth saving?”

You nodded, your voice steady. “I know you are. You’re worth every risk, every chaotic moment we share. Just… let me in.”

A flicker of vulnerability crossed her face before she broke eye contact, the walls she built around her beginning to crack. “Fine,” she said, her tone softer, but still defiant. “But if you think you can change me, you’re in for a wild ride.”

You couldn’t help but smile at her stubbornness. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

As the neon lights continued to dance above you, the tension eased, leaving a fragile understanding hanging in the air. In that moment, you knew you were both in for a chaotic adventure, but at least now, you would face it together.

And I don't know what I'm crying for

I don't think I could love you more

It might not be long, but, baby, but I

Don't wanna say goodbye.

The shadows loomed over the abandoned warehouse where the two of you used to hide away from the chaos. Jinx stood alone, the familiar graffiti-covered walls feeling more suffocating than ever. It had been weeks since you had left, and yet, it felt like mere moments, each passing second amplifying the ache in her chest. Your locket became an extension of herself at this point.

With a shaky breath, she traced her fingers over the spot where you used to sit, laughing at her wild ideas and encouraging, sometimes even stopping her reckless dreams, you were her steady anchor. It felt so empty now, a hollow space where your warmth used to reside. She had tried to convince herself that she was fine, that she could carry on, for you, but every corner of the warehouse echoed your absence.

Jinx clenched her fists, anger bubbling beneath the surface. “Why did you have to leave me?” she shouted into the silence, her voice cracking. “You promised you’d always be here! I don’t know what I’m supposed to do without you!. You promised” Tears streamed down her cheeks, hot and unrelenting, as she sank to the floor.

The world outside continued to move on, but for her, time had stopped. Memories flashed in her mind like lightning: the way your laughter filled the air, the tender moments shared in the midst of chaos, the quiet whispers of love that felt too fragile to hold. And now, all of it was gone, leaving only the suffocating darkness of grief behind.

“I don’t know what I’m crying for,” she murmured, the words barely escaping her lips. “I should be strong. I should be… better. But I can’t. I just… I don’t think I could ever love anyone more than I loved you.” Her voice broke, a mix of despair and regret.

As she pressed her hands against her temples, the memories became unbearable. Each laugh, each smile, felt like a knife twisting in her heart. It was as if the universe had conspired to strip away the one thing that made her feel alive, leaving her in a cold, empty shell.

Jinx closed her eyes, trying to picture your face, the way your eyes sparkled with mischief and warmth. But the image slipped away, replaced by the painful reality of your absence. “It might not be long, but I…” she choked, struggling to speak through the tears. “I don’t want to say goodbye. I can’t.”

The weight of her sorrow crashed down on her, and she collapsed onto the ground, sobs wracking her body. The chaos of Zaun felt distant, insignificant compared to the storm raging within her. “I need you,” she whispered, her voice raw with longing. “I can’t do this without you.”

In the stillness, she could almost hear your laughter, like a soft breeze brushing against her skin. But it was just a cruel reminder of everything she had lost. The realization settled in her bones, heavy and suffocating. Without you, there was no adventure, no chaos worth pursuing. Just an endless cycle of pain and emptiness.

As she lay there, curled into herself, she knew she had to find a way to keep you alive in her heart. But the thought felt like a bitter promise, a weight she wasn’t sure she could carry. “I’ll never forget you,” she whispered into the void, a final plea to the universe. “But I don’t know how to move on without you.”

(Birds of a feather, we should stick together) till the day that I die

(I know I said I'd never think I wasn't better alone) till the light leaves my eyes

(Can't change the weather, might not be forever) till the day that I die

But if it's forever, it's even better

The dim light of the stars flickered overhead as you and Jinx settled onto a rooftop in the heart of Zaun. The city below buzzed with the usual energy: vendors calling out, streetlights flickering, and laughter mingling with distant shouts. From up here, the chaos felt both distant and close, a pulse that thrummed in the air.

Jinx leaned back against the cool surface, her wild hair spilling out behind her like a cascade of color. “Can you believe we made it up here? No one knows about this spot!” she exclaimed, her eyes shining with excitement. You could see the thrill of adventure in her expression, the way it lit her up from the inside.

“It’s our little secret,” you replied with a grin, glancing around at the scattered rooftops. It was a perfect hideaway, a sanctuary from the world below. You could see the sprawling chaos of Zaun, but up here, you felt almost invincible, as if the city couldn’t touch you.

Jinx sprang up and started to dance, her movements erratic and electric. “Look at me! I’m a queen of the rooftops!” she shouted, twirling with reckless abandon, her laughter ringing out into the night. You couldn’t help but smile, the joy in her voice contagious.

You joined her, laughter spilling from your lips as you twirled along with her, the two of you spinning under the starry sky. But as the laughter faded into the cool night air, the weight of unspoken words lingered. Jinx suddenly stopped, her expression shifting. “You know, sometimes I think about how this could all end,” she admitted, a frown creasing her brow.

“Jinx, don’t—” you started, but she waved you off, her usual self faltering for a moment.

“No, really. If I go down, I want you to come with me. I can’t handle the thought of facing it alone,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper, but the urgency was palpable.

You stepped closer, capturing her gaze with yours. “You won’t have to face anything alone. We’re in this together.”

Her eyes softened, and you could see the flicker of vulnerability beneath her playful exterior. “I don’t want to be left behind. I don’t want to go back to being alone.”

“I won’t let that happen,” you promised, feeling the weight of your words. “You’re stuck with me, Jinx. No matter what.”

With a deep breath, Jinx broke into a smile again, though you could see the remnants of her fear lingering in her eyes. “Yeah, you’re right. Just look at us! We’re unstoppable!”

You both shared a laugh, the tension easing as the stars sparkled above you. But deep down, the uncertainty of tomorrow still loomed.

“You know,” Jinx said, glancing down at the bustling streets below, “life down there is unpredictable. I might screw up, and it could cost us everything.”

You squeezed her hand, grounding her. “And if that happens, we’ll face it together. I’ll always be right here. I won’t leave.”

In that moment, she leaned closer, the warmth of her presence enveloping you. “Promise?”

“Promise.”

And as the city pulsed below, you both knew that amidst the chaos, you would always stick together, come what may. In the heart of Zaun, on that rooftop, under the vast sky, you felt invincible—two birds of a feather refusing to fly solo, bound together by a bond that could withstand anything. But at the end of the end, promises slip through our fingers.

I knew you in another life

You had the same look in your eyes

I love you, don't act so surprised

You’re standing in your quaint flower shop in Piltover, surrounded by colorful blooms. The scent of fresh petals fills the air, a peaceful contrast to the chaos of the city outside. You’ve built this life for yourself, a haven where beauty flourishes amid the bustling streets.

As you arrange a bouquet, a flash of color catches your eye outside. You step out, the sun bathing you in warmth, and suddenly everything goes quiet. The bustling marketplace fades into a soft murmur as your gaze locks onto a figure standing a few feet away.

A blue haired girl stands there, vibrant and alive, her wild hair a cascade of blues and purples. She’s wearing a paint-splattered apron, her fingers stained with hues from her latest artistic endeavor. She glances around, absorbed in her own world, seemingly unaware of your presence.

You watch her for a moment, captivated by the way she moves through the chaos, a whirlwind of color and energy. She approaches a nearby street artist, who’s painting a mural on a wall, her attention caught by the vivid strokes of paint. The world around you blurs, and it feels as if time has slowed.

As she takes a step closer to the mural, your eyes meet. Her bright purple eyes hold a spark of familiarity, a flicker of recognition that sends a rush of warmth through you. It’s a moment suspended in time, the noise of the marketplace fading into silence. Everything else around you seems to disappear, leaving just the two of you in that shared gaze.

For a heartbeat, the air between you crackles with unspoken connection, something deep and instinctual tugging at your heart. It’s as if you’ve known her forever, yet in this life, you’re mere strangers passing in the street.

Then, just as quickly as it began, the moment shifts. the magenta eyes break eye contact, looking away to examine the mural more closely. The noise of the city rushes back, enveloping you as if a curtain has been drawn, and you’re left standing there, heart racing, wondering why that fleeting moment felt so significant.

With a soft sigh, you return to your flowers, glancing back to steal another look. Jinx is laughing with the street artist, a bright smile lighting up her face, the vibrant chaos of her spirit spilling over as she becomes lost in the moment. The world continues around you, but that brief connection lingers in your mind, haunting and beautiful, a whisper of something you can't quite understand

[lucabyte]

What's your favorite way to characterize your ocs? (if u want a challenge try not to answer with any homestuck related category)

mine is how many siblings they have!

Ok so this is a genuinely interesting question bc i had to actually like... Think about how to word this in a way that isn't complete nothing?

So. My favourite way to characterise my ocs is via their interests. (... something i think homestuck does very well via making sure every character has a grab bag of cool & uncool, intense & wayside interests instead of just a bunch of cool stuff they like equally, but i digress)

That said, it's not so simple as just giving them a likes and dislikes list. in fact i fucking hate likes and dislikes lists cant stand them, they always feel really flat to me. I know they have their uses but I usually can't flatten characters down that way. Likes are ephemeral-- Likes can be shit like 'warm days' which. Duh.

Something i'm a little mean about related to this is what i call "Likes: Friends Dislikes: Bullies" which is something you see on character likes and dislikes in one form or another a LOTTTT. This is because like... Yeah? That can be assumed of everyone? It tells me nothing about the character. Telling me your character likes Pleasant Weather or dislikes Gross Food is like. Uh Huh?

It's not specific! It tells me nothing! But that's the secret.

Specificity and Contradiction are where it's at. Now a character who hates pleasant weather and likes gross food? Now that's a weirdo. Or maybe even that they dislike 'gross food'-- But by their definition that's like... Anything that's not literally raw? Now that's characterisation! Now you get to ask why the fuck are they like that.

And this is how I like to approach things. I like to dig into a character's interests on the surface level by assigning them some, sure. But the fun comes from digging in and making them specific and contradictory. (And usually if a character is unfinished, to me, it's because they're still on that surface level of Just Having Some Interests) (Also, it goes without saying, one of the best places to find these interests for characters in the first place is by joking and riffing for as long as humanly possible. A core joke will carry you farrrrr)

so my actual favourite way to characterise characters? Giving them really specific dislikes, in relation to their interests.

So, for example, (because they are always the example...) Ali is a stagehand and decent actor, and loves plays. In fact, they love plays so much they are outright dismissive of other art forms. They don't play games, they don't really watch TV, their main intakes of media are books, screenplays, poetry and filmed productions or bootlegs. (and hey, bringing up bootlegs: that probably means they participate in the weird bootleg-trading-ring people have going on online. Look at that! A weird niche activity I can give them!)

But, they HATE musicals. Think they "lower" the art form-- Despite (or perhaps because) they're the most popular type of play to put on, especially in the local productions they help out on. They value the scary intimacy of a theatre production, being in a near silent room physically with the performers, they think it elevates it. Makes it unique. They don't like that musicals are like... fun and loud.

But let's go even more specific. Do they have any exceptions? Any begrudging respect?

Well, I think they'd respect musicals like Cats. Things that are pure spectacle, where the music and intefacing with the audience in a chaotic manner are the point. They like that Cats "Doesn't even pretend to have a story. It's not actually trying to compete with plays, it's doing its own thing. It's practically Theatre of Cruelty."

And furthermore, they also enjoy animated or movie-original musicals. Because, well, film is a medium they don't care about as much. It's okay if it lowers itself by being silly. Plus!! Animation is like, fake, for children, and has a heightented requirement for suspension of disbelief! It's perfect for musicals! They're nothing but spectacle! In fact, that's what makes them the perfect medium for them!

^ You may notice that the above is like, while logical, is very dismissive of other mediums! It's a little bit anti-art in places!

And thatt's the other thing. I like to make characters who don't hold the exact same opinions I do.

While there's parts of my actual opinions in there-- I do believe animated is a great medium for musicals due to the whole suspension of disbelief & fun thing-- Um. I would hope it's obvious that as an animation graduate I don't think animation is for children or inherently less serious of a medium.

But Ali is a weird little snob who will hopefully get some slightly more nuanced opinons when they're not literally only 19. So it makes sense that they're being elitist about things. They're insecure, and hanging a lot of their self-esteem on being "an artist with good and refined taste". Of couuuurse they've got a stick up their ass about musicals (something I myself am not a superfan of, but usually enjoy when I watch them. I think Ali is missing out!)

But yeah, that's just from digging in and getting specific about one interest: Theatre.

By digging into the contradiction of "Likes Theatre and Dislikes Musicals" I can find a reason for why. And I can avoid making characters just Mouthpieces For My Own Opinions by giving them opinions i disagree with.

I follow this logic a lot, though not always so straightforwardly.

Chrome is a musician who doesn't really like music, and thinks all artists are just vapidly doing it for attention. (Which should immediately clue you in to what's wrong with him.) It's a more selfish version of the same kind of reasoning Ali has, but one Ali would find ghoulish.

Ess, meanwhile, is a Pedologist. A soil scientist-- A very specific thing you usually get to via being like... A geologist, or chemist, or something more general-- But I've said he was basically on that shit immediately-- Which is a funny concept to me. He didn't go on a journey of scientific discovery to find a niche area of study-- He just loved that niche ever since he was a kid.

So, you'd expect that I'd maybe make Ess dislike other sciences then? Nah, I think he's more nuanced than that. Because, following his very polite and politically aware demeanor, I think it would make more sense for him to be very respectful of all sciences, even if he has no real interest in them outside of how they relate to his field. Instead, he is conciously trying very hard not to form a grudge with more 'popular' sciences-- He knows why they're more popular, and he knows it's not the fault of the people who love the field that they get a lot more funding than him. It's not their fault, it's just a result of science having to be so capitalistic.....

See! Polite little man, very nuanced. That's because most of his contradictions come instead from being a terrified and anxious soul who is doing illegal shit right now while being very scared because they know it's for the greater good. (see! politically aware again. He knows trespassing is illegal, but his morality does not line up with legality. He's exposing governmental malpractice, ffs. But! Not a cool punk! In fact a very scared guy!)

Ess there does get to be a bit of a mouthpiece for me, since obviously I also believe you should trespass to go get evidence of the government knowingly dumping biohazards into the fucking water supply for cost cutting reasons. But he gets to balance it out because every time I have to do research into soil science my fucking head hurts.

Pulling back away from Ess and back to Ali and Chrome again I think I have one last really good example of letting characters have opinions that are different to mine, that's about something that isn't an interest, per se, but hits on the reason I like to do this so much.

It is so fucking fun to make characters argue.

In an earlier purrgatorio that im not going to re-look-at because its early enough the writing quality might make me dry heave, i let ali and chrome have a bit of an argument (with tabitha as a weird mediator who has the closest to my real opinions LOL.)

So. Chrome has what i can describe as "Basically my opinions, but worded in the most bad faith way possible." If I saw someone arguing my point like this i'd want to either smack them or disagree with them on principle.

Whereas Ali has "The opposite to my opinion, but worded with all of the arguments for that point of view that I genuinely respect." They're the talking points I've observed that I genuinely find to be decent reasoning, and I would be hard pressed to disagree with in polite conversation.

They're arguing about religion. Ali is religious, following a small gnostic sect that's basically only practiced by their immediate family. Chrome is bluntly atheistic, but coming at it from a conception of religion that only has room for (a pastiche of) american big-box puritan protestantism, and is assuming every religion to be the same way.

I am an atheist myself, but cannot fucking stand the culturally-christian reddit atheist talking points. So I gave that kind of thing to Chrome (part of this irony being, Chrome is far more spiritual than he thinks-- having internalised a LOT of protestant work ethic), and Ali is from a small cultural religion that couldn't be further from it-- And is also a modern-day internet user with a bitchy streak-- So of course they've memorised every rational and reasonable counter-argument to this kind of thing.

(The full on irony being, that they are fictional and thus Ali is acutally in a sense... Right that there is a demiurge. Lol.)

Even if I do ultimately take the side that uh. Idk dude i dont think god is real. Giving that opinion to the guy who's being a shithead about it makes it more interesting to write?

I treat a lot of things like this. Chrome has a bad anti-art anti-intellectual streak that I follow the logic of, but think is dangerous and flawed. Markus loves scientific knowledge and biology, but is too naive to really know how to chase it-- or when to stop. Miao has a lack of academic smarts, and deeply undervalues her other skills because she's internalised that they don't matter in comparison. Lupus believes there's good in everyone, and can't comprehend the logic of cruelty-- Leading her to equivicate legality with morality in a very childish manner.

Everyone gets an ideology. I should be able to follow the logic of everyone's ideology even if I don't agree with it. And interests are both an extension of ideology, and a window into it.

Chrome's anti-art anti-intellectualism leads him to barely partake in media-- But also undersell his own academic smarts because his skills in physiology are "just dumb meathead shit about how to stay jacked". Lupus' disagreements with Mafioso over criminals being 'cool' betray her inflexibility in categorising actions as 'good' or 'bad', because she wants no-one to suffer-- And assuming an unjust police absolutely turns that to dust.

It's all about putting characters together like a big jigsaw to make them have unique worldviews-- To then be able to look at a real world thing and go "who of my characters would like that/act like that/think that?"

(Now. Uh. I can't say I'm like. The Bestest At This-- That would be a touch egotistical given my lack of Putting My Money Where My Mouth Is And Writing A Big Story For Everyone To Look At. But um. We'll get there? I hope lol.)

But yeah, TL;DR:

My favourite ways to characterise characters are:

Give them specific, contradictory and ironic interests

Interrogate their reasonings and how it informs their self-perception

Give them opinions that don't always align with mine

Interrogate whether they are actually coherent when discussing these opinions

[jesuistrestriste]

The other posts before just kink shaming people. Calling people weirdos and creeps and that the authorities should be called and some how writing men squirting, "because its not biologically possible" is in the same category as well like damn have abit of whimsy

helloo !

so i guess a user who follows me, or used to follow me, is posting on their acc snippets of my work and talking about how im weird and gross (as well as some other unspecified challengers writers) bc i wrote about ‘puppy’ stuff and ‘men squirting’. they blurred out my user but my writing was directly referenced.

they basically likened the puppy play stuff to sexualizing real animals, and said that it was also creepy to write about men squirting bc it’s not ‘biologically possible’

i don’t wanna make this into a big deal, bc it’s genuinely not, but i’m responding to it to hopefully give this individual some clarification and also to defend the users who actually enjoy this type of kink content (bc i do too)

so. first of all — puppy play. i, for one, in the particular drabble they screenshotted, do not have the reader treating art like an actual dog. the reader only calls art ‘puppy’ and he is submissive. those are literally the only two things involved that are similar to puppy play. however, many people enjoy/write about other more direct aspects of puppy play, like collaring and leashing and etc, and that does NOT mean they like sexualizing real animals. it is NOT bestiality. i’m going to assume that the user in question who likened it to bestiality is not informed on what puppy play actually is/represents, and just took the concept of calling someone ‘puppy’ = sexualizing dogs and ran with it. that’s definitely not what it is, and i certainly was not writing it that way. for many, puppy play is simply about the power dynamics of it all. do i enjoy puppy play in its entirety? no, not really (i like certain bits and pieces), but i respect those who do. it also goes without saying that i do not advocate for or support the sexualization of real animals in any way shape or form ..? that’s disgusting.

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second of all — squirting. men squirting is possible, just the same as how women squirting is possible. if you don’t believe me, look it up on pornhub lol; it’s definitely possible. to my knowledge, the anatomical/bodily processes that allow someone to squirt are the exact same ones involved in. well. peeing. like. if you can pee, you have the anatomy necessary to be able to squirt. i’m mid-writing this and i can’t believe im talking in depth about what squirting is and how it works. help. but yea, is squirting = pee ? no. no, it’s not (controversial lol). but even if it was, some people are into that. no need to yuck someone else’s yum. you’re entitled to your opinion though. if you don’t enjoy it/understand it and think it’s ‘creepy’, that’s cool too ! idc—it’s your life! do what you want !

third of all — i read their post and they also talked about how it’s weird to write about puppy!stuff because some users (i don’t know if they were talking about me in this instance or just some writers on challengers tumblr in general) are writing about ‘real men’ and that these men should be ‘calling the authorities’. i know for me, im not writing about mike faist in a puppy play context. im writing about art donaldson. a fictional man. and i promise you, art donaldson will not be reading my stuff. and for that matter, neither will mike faist. that man wants nothing to do with social media, let alone tumblr (rip to his tumblr era though).

bottom line, kink shaming is not cool. it’s not fun, it’s not kind, it’s not cute, it’s not very demure.

some people use kinks as an escape from harsh aspects of their reality like past trauma, etc. or to process those traumas. that being said, you are 1000% allowed to not like something. that is your business ! but posting about someone’s work and making grotesque claims about their character and what they stand for based on smut writing is very odd. i do not appreciate it !

i am in no way trying to attack/hate on the person who made the posts, but i think it’s important to try to address stuff like this and educate those who may be confused or misinterpreting. to the user who made the posts: i hope you have a good day, and i hope this clears things up ! if you see this and want to talk more about it, my dms are open. all love.

UPDATE: i was just informed that the user in question used to write for (tw) school shooters and apparently cleared all evidence of it from their account except for some lingering tags.

i take it all back ! ! as someone who has experienced the effects of a school shooting + has been in a uni community targeted and affected by an act of gun violence, that is absolutely disgusting, and you can rot ! seek therapy ! :)

[funnycreatortimetravel]

Every time I see the art of Sans that's uncomfortably realistic to how he'd look in-game, my world trembles.

Like, I'm so used to the fandom making him just this cute little guy, you know? Just a cute little guy with a few nihilistic issues and pranks glore.

And then you find art that destroys your perception of Sans just being a cute little guy because no, a mofo skeleton that doesn't stop smiling and somehow winks without any muscles and threatens to kill you only to offset it with a joke is not whimsical, it'd be fucking uncomfortable to any normal child who's, at most, maybe twelve or thirteen.

And I don't mean how some of the fanart portrays Sans in the genocide route; covered in blood, glowing eye ablaze, ready to put some kid in the dirt, or even during the dinner date in the Pacifist route when he threatens to kill Frisk where they stand with his eyes all blacked out. But rather, as just an unsettling character when he's just STANDING there; an uncanny person (if you can even call him that) with too many secrets to fully trust and too many pranks to take him seriously, quirky theme song be damned. He doesn't even have to do anything for the vibe to be off, for you to be uneasy.

It's hard, but fairly common, to make Sans of all people threatening with all of his unexplained powers and knowledge, or to make him seem scary at the cost of him not seeming like Sans (cough cough, Horror tale), but I feel like it takes just as much effort (if not a little more) to make him uncanny without relying on horror or the intensity of the genocide route, but rather keeping up that quirky upbeat persona that he has and still having his design by default make someone uneasy. Not afraid necessarily, but something you'd put an eyebrow up for questioning before you shrug off the weirdness and move on.

I'm honestly in such a dilemma rn because while I like the depiction of Sans just being some cute little skeleton guy who may or may not be canonically two feet tall and just so HAPPENS to have crazy scientific knowledge on random shit while also knowing how to cheat the RPG system Undertale is built around, him being intimidating not because he's trying to be, but because he's naturally uncanny rules too, so I can't decide.

Maybe he's just a weird middle-ground somewhere. I'm still looking for more art that portrays him as both and not either or though, like, yeah, he's this short little skeleton guy who doesn't take life seriously, but also is a freaking weirdo just because he can be.

[antivanlights]

I had a thought the other day about how since Manfred can talk and move and see and hear that he probably actually magically has all the senses. That lead to thinking about how Manfred and Spite are both pretty new to the world and I bet Emmerich and Rook and Lucanis would love to take them on discovery adventures so they can see and taste and feel and hear and smell new things. I bet Davrin would also like to expose Assan and maybe the other griffons to things too. Actually probably the whole team would end up bringing new things or taking them all to their favorite places and bringing their favorite foods.

So what do you think? Where would they go? What would the other companions encourage/help them to explore? What do you think they would end up liking?

*Asks are sent for fun, no pressure to answer

OH I LOVE THAT!!!

They DO deserve to explore the world free from the "we have to prevent the apocalypse" pressure and without the need to always be ready for battle. To just take it all in and ask (or squawk) questions, play, poke at some things, stare at others... to simply exist as a part of the world around them...

I'd love for Spite to experience the smells and lights of various marketplaces/cities throughout the day. They can tour all over the place visiting cafes/restaurants/bakeries. Like the scene where he gets his own cup of coffee, but everywhere. Maybe the smells of the food will become an afterthought to all the weird conversations/gossip he's hearing around them. They. WHAT? (He will gossip with Bellara later that evening. Good for book. Maybe.) Maybe he'll have comments on the decor - not as nice as the haunted candles. THAT yellow? Yuck. Does Not Match. Our Cape. AND For him to become comfortable enough with "mortal stuff" to start to feel like he fits in - that he simply just belongs with Lucanis and the world they navigate and life's good. Safe. I just want Spite to have like a million good "regular life" experiences and the chance to engage and voice his thoughts. Also I want to give him art supplies. Go wild, buddy. Just wash your hands later.

Oh sweet little Assan. I'd love to see Davrin try to take all the griffons on a little trip. Can you image them all going "single file, kids!" right down the street? Since the other griffons were trapped for most of the game, it'd be cute to see them discovering all the different cities/environments. Maybe some of them would love the big cities (so many buildings to jump across, so many people to look at!) and maybe some of them would prefer the Rivaini coast (sand but BETTER! also chance for shiny trinkets!). The entire team ends up looking like day care staff. Some of the griffons will inevitably commit a crime or two. Davrin will surely find like 30 things he did not buy or hunt, all placed at his bedside later on.

MANFRED MY BOY. LOVE the idea of watching his journey as he becomes a person, basically. I'm sure he regularly has access to tons of books, but Imagine the team taking Manfred along to meet other people! Manfred getting to learn from others and to eventually start making his own friends and connections. Talking and being spoken to just like he's a regular kid. And not just learning about "mage stuff", but all types of regular life things. Maybe he'll be writing birthday letters with Bellara when he learns about them. Rook finding him discussing DnD rules and simple compaign ideas with Johanna's skull (she was sassy at first but could not resist the opportunity to yap about her fav game). Maybe one day he'll be making or polishing jewelry with Taash, adding red strings to Neve's case board, asking Spite Lucanis how to make bread (he would like how the dough grows)... Just being a little dude. One day he goes "My friend Bob said that-" and everyone is just like who tf is Bob. Maybe kind of bittersweet, but I imagine that one day Manfred might be the one going on his own journey as the resident fade expert with a team of weirdoes and :')

[repliiku]

hi. hello. i have things to say and it felt wrong to not say them directly to you !!!

i have been freaking out for hours now frankly. every time you put pen to paper you manage to draw the most gorgeous jaw dropping stunning beautiful masterpeice of a Person ive ever seen. it is genuinely baffling to me how beautiful these characters are in your style. i think what really draws me to it is how odd they look? they are out of the ordinary. dare i say queer. im sure some people without any thought might just say they are downright ugly. none of these weirdos are conforming to any sort of physical standard and it is so refreshing see someone embrace that sort of thing so openly and so unceremoniously!!! i hope i am not reading too far into it and my perspective is somewhere near your intention. i am a very avid fan of the idea that most if not all characters in homestuck are queer and neurodivergent in some form of manner and i really connect to your art in this aspect. it's not something that's being pushed, it's just. thats how it Is. that's how they are. and you capture that so honestly for me. golly it makes me feel a type of way

hope this isn't too weird haha thanks for being an artist!

Thank you so much for this it really lit up my day !!! I was trying to think all day yesterday about what I’d say cause I knew whatever it was would be lengthy. But you got it completely!!! I’ve done the conventionally on model art in the past and it just got repetitive and boring. Past few years esp as I’ve been figuring my own queerness out and being around my friends more I’ve just found so much more joy in drawing these place holder characters in series,

as people I see. There’s a much freedom in these little stubby sprites I was really excited to finish the series and give them fully fleshed out designs.

Because it’s not just my art it’s In homestuck itself. Characters like Sollux, Jane, and Jake are 3 characters who’s whole descriptions depict them as “unconventional” yet these 3 are sought after by the whole damn cast, they are the big swoons and hunks. Characters described as fat with prominent buck teeth and overbites. These features are mostly seen as ugly in fandom art but like you said it’s just real, whether others like it or not. I love drawing characters that are like me, my boyfriend, my friends, and other queer people in general!!! This hasn’t always been the most appreciated by others in the past and as much as I have my own problems with the hs community it is nice to know this space has been the most accepting of my art :)))❤️❤️❤️ it means the world that you and others are able to feel so deeply about these little sketches and doodles I do. It gives me inspiration when I haven’t been able to find it much lately.

[bear-remn]

—Deadly eyes concept art v1 ₊ ⊹

Hi! I have been working on my content since i been very inspired and i already have art of my oc's in addition to the dibaboys' opinions about my girls! this is volume 1!

—KIRARI MASAMI ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧

—diaboy´s thoughts on kirari ୨୧⋆ ˚｡⋆

—shuu:

·:¨༺ while kirari was on drugs ༻¨:·

"such a weird woman, walking like a ghost and bothering me while a sleep.."

"terrible smell, i´d kill her if i could but its such a bother.."

"dont really care, not my problem.."

·:¨༺ when kirari recovers ༻¨:·

"a lewd woman, not good with words but her eyes and expresions tell me everything i need to know.."

"a little anoying, but i dont want her to stop anoying me.."

"kinda funny and mean when it comes to people she dosent like, basically hot.."

—reiji:

·:¨༺ while kirari was on drugs ༻¨:·

"bad blood and bad manners, such a case.."

"doesnt talk much, but when she open her mouth she only say´s strange thing´s.."

"why would that person send her if her blood is´nt good quality? and as a sacrificial bride?.."

·:¨༺ when kirari recovers ༻¨:·

"such a needy human, wanting me to hold her while she sleep... "

"even if she is´nt a worthy woman for me, in some ways she turn to be... what i never thought i´d crave..."

"maybe she is not teh worthy woman i always picture, but is enough to be by my side, taking my father´s place with her by my side.."

—ayato:

·:¨༺ while kirari was on drugs ༻¨:·

"yours truly doesnt care for a bad blooded woman.."

"ok? and?.."

"if i ignore her then she isnt here..."

·:¨༺ when kirari recovers ༻¨:·

"her blood is ok? but not really yours truly favorite.."

"she thinks is so cool just because she plays basketball and do boxing, she looks rediculous..."

"It's a little outrageous that Mako prefers the company of that woman intead of my company, yours truly is too good for her anyways.."

—kanato:

·:¨༺ while kirari was on drugs ༻¨:·

"who?..."

"such an unpleasant woman, teddy and i couldnt stand being around her.."

"the only good thing about that disgusthing woman are those eyes of her, shiny and clear... i dont have that kind of eyes in my collection hehe.."

·:¨༺ when kirari recovers ༻¨:·

"still, the only good thing are those eyes, her blood is too thick, not really my taste.."

"she spend too much time with reiji, i hope that when she dies, reiji let´s me take her eyes hehe.."

"she is´nt as anoying as i thought, rather quiet.."

—laito:

·:¨༺ while kirari was on drugs ༻¨:·

"she acts like an abandoned cat, trying to isolate herself from others and acting tough, but cying in silence at nigth.."

"the messier the better.."

"sadly, her blood is terrible and her attitude is boring, what a same.."

·:¨༺ when kirari recovers ༻¨:·

"reiji make her what she is now but, its odd that now they arent as close as before, funny right?.."

"i see her, how the others watch her as if we dont realize, they will not take her as they please, not that i care, but my big bro does.."

"kirari-chan doesnt make cutes faces as my pretty mako-chan, but i enjoy dessert.."

—subaru:

·:¨༺ while kirari was on drugs ༻¨:·

"the stink its unbreathable, her presence its disgusthing, she is disgusthing.."

"humans are so dumb, so sad and melancolic for no reason.."

"i dont care if she dies, as long as she doesnt make a mess.."

·:¨༺ when kirari recovers ༻¨:·

"she become emotionally dependent of shu and reiji, but none of them seems to be interested in what she really is.."

"she often hides in the plants but in silence, i appreciate the silence.."

"she doesnt try to kill herself anymore.."

.・。.・゜✭ bonus ✭・゜・。.・

—kirari

·:¨༺ while kirari was on drugs ༻¨:·

about shu

"fucking arrogant bitch, hope he choke´s on his own saliva.."

about reiji

"cool, control maniac but kinda cool? acts like a father and speaks funny.."

about ayato

"think he is a big deal but really is just a spoiled brat with a pretty face.."

about kanato

"please never touch me.."

about laito

"fucking weirdo, a little hot without the hat but too scary, he appears out of nowhere everytime and looks like he knows things, dark things.."

about subaru

"pretty boy but those anger issues, idk, too much anger inside one person.."

kirari opinion of the diaboys when she recovers its a secret hehe :p

.・。.・゜✭ ty! ✭・゜・。.・

hope you guys like it! mako comes in the next concep art volume post! if you have any suggestion tell me! i´d appreciate it!

btw the cover was inspired on @ausd art, go check her work it´s precious!

[jayduztumb1r]

Hashtag serious post for a second

Hey this a little different from what I usually post. But I feel like this is never talked about, especially in the lgbtq community or safe spaces, but it definitely needs to be said.

So, what started this was a video I came across on TikTok that basically said that the reason that MLM ships get more attention in media is because of misogyny, which CAN be true 100%, however! Usually the reason that Gay men get “more attention” in media is actually because they are infantilized and fetishized! Typically by women!! Which is something that has happened to ME (a gay man!) MULTIPLE TIMES WITH AND WITHOUT MY BOYFRIEND!

I have been asked to kiss my bf in front of women before, hold hands with him, in one case I was asked permission by this one girl I knew to be “shipped and have art drawn” of me and this one other gay man I didn’t even know, and she asked bc she said we were the only gay men she knew. I literally cannot make this up.

So! Moral of the story guys. We need to talk about MLM fetishization in media a lot more, bc I’m sick of people acting like all attention is good attention. Bc it’s not. I’m sick of being asked who’s top and who’s bottom, and which one of us is the more feminine one. Bc guess what! Me and my bf are both masc4masc!! One of us isn’t the “uke” or the “semi” in your weird fanfiction you fucking weirdos. Leave gay man alone, and not everything is misogynistic.

Sincerely, a gay man who is fed up.