#why you dod this

[kikker-oma]

A late birthday present for @telemna-hyelle !!

You're a lovely writer and I've been meaning to draw something for you for ages🥰 this story was so so sweet and soothed my soul❤️

[nestofthorns]

*spoilers ahead*

maybe it's because i was reading orv before reading dod but debut or die feels like a love letter to idols and fandom the way orv feels like a love letter to readers.

i just keep thinking about the world of the screen. keundal receiving strength through gun134's fancams, despite never meeting. moondae receiving keundal's wishes and help through the system screen.

idols and fans live in two worlds, but they meet through the screen. what connects them? what makes the two worlds connect? why do idols keep performing, why do the audience — the fans — keep watching?

it's fun.

just like testar's concept — it's because it's fun.

because it's fun, because it makes you laugh, because it makes you scream, because it makes you cry.

because you share those emotions, the two worlds are connected.

and when you meet the idols live, those two worlds overlap for a moment and those emotions spill out.

gunwoo, who captured idol videos just to make money. gunwoo, who helped keundal during the worst time of his life through the screen. gunwoo, who lived in an isolated world but still touched others' hearts through the videos he uploaded.

and when they met outside the world of the screen, he once again helped keundal. keundal who cast the wish to help the one who helped him and became the screen itself.

because ryu gunwoo was his idol even before he was park moondae. because park moondae (ryu gunwoo) saved his heart, even before everything.

gunwoo gave him the world of the screen that saved him, and then keundal cast a wish to give him a world that loves him through the screen

idk i keep thinking about how much moondae loves his fans and how much they love him. how their prayers and hopes reached him when he was comatose. how he's always planning to make sure the fandom is having fun and not tired to support testar. how he may not be the og "park moondae", but he's undoubtedly testar's park moondae.

[adhamabbas]

لا أحتاج أن أشرح لك لماذا أحببتك، لأنني سأكون مشغولاً بمحاولة أن أشرح لك لماذا يجب أن تحبني أيضاً..

[talentlesshuman]

Hi, sorry if this ask is misguided, but I was seeing your art twice on my feed and realized @ communist-hatsunemiku had reposted your art from Twitter and didn't see any indication that you had given permission. I would want to know if it was my art, so I apologize again if it's nbd 👋

Nope! I didn't give permission. I'll go ahead and start reporting the post, if anyone else wants to join me i greatly appreciate it :)

Edit: I've decided to send them messages before i send the copyright infringement report (i'd like to avoid putting my irl name and address out there whenever possible, since filing the report might have the work and my identity stored in a 3rd party website). under the cut is screenshots of my messages to them

[spaciebabie]

After he takes your hand, he presses a soft kiss to your knuckles. He allows you to decide where the two of you go.

The insides of him are rotting. He is falling apart at the seams, yet unable to fully die. You understand this. You love him for it. He looks at you with all of the love one can muster, leaning closely and tenderly into you. His nose brushes yours, and his breath is beating down on your face.

He leans in and gives you a kiss.

ARPOE YOU KIDDING MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

[jeremysknoxes]

don't say yes run away now...

ill meet you when youre out of the church at the back doorrrrrr

[silversrestshop]

Transcript

Image 1: Underwater building with the options Ask, Flirt, and Insult in black letters, an option like curser points to Ask at the top turned red indicating selection, a turquoise haired tan snail girl with a green shell and pink sweater holds a shell in her hands, underneath the options and snail girl is a text box saying “[Cecil]" then options below "[1] Who are you" "[2] Where are we" "[3] What are you" "[4] Whatcha got there?"

[sillygrossgirl]

Oh my god he said he wants to MEET ME. OH GOD NO I DONT KNOW HOW TO SAY I DONT WANT TO WHY DO I FEEL SO MUCH ANXIETY KILL ME KILL ME KILL ME

[littlest-nightingale]

Being compared to your abuser bc of autism is fun 🫠

[zackmartin]

Z THE CONCEPT OF YOU REBOOTING VALIANT KNIGHT LITERALLY HAS ME FROTHING AT THE MOUTH. it literally never left my head i am always thinking about it at least a little bit. literally recently i came up with a concept for how some of my original characters for my spinoff would fit into valiant knight fnsnskdj and so i technically have like a rewrite/sequel concept that includes zenry and jasper/[redacted] fnsmdnkxnsn which included me rereading the chapters i beta'd for you to remember some details and i was like UGH THIS WAS SO GOOD I MISS IT

LASKDJOSKJVMODKMVLDSKJFSOKJFSLDKFJ HELLO?????????? ARE YOU AWARE THAT I'D LAY DOWN MY LIFE FOR YOU???? CAUSE I SERIOUSLY WOULD LAY DOWN MY LIFE FOR YOU!!!!! BUT AHHHHHHHHHHH

SERIOUSLY THOUGH, THIS IS ONE OF THE HIGHEST COMPLIMENTS I'VE EVER RECEIVED, I'M LEGIT GONNA CRY (affectionate), I'VE BEEN STARING AT THIS ASK FOR LIKE SIX HOURS, LIKE THERE AREN'T ENOUGH WORDS IN THE ENGLISH LANGUAGE TO ARTICULATE HOW MUCH THIS MEANS TO ME

but seriously, like I'm not trying to rag on my writing or anything, but I also know like. I'm not writing anything that's gonna be winning awards anytime soon or anything ground-breaking or anything, but that's never been my goal; and I just say all of that to say that the fact that you're still thinking about something of mine years later and it stuck with you so much that you want to put your own characters into it??????? That's literally so wild to me in the best way, I can't get over it. I'm so serious when I say again that this legit one of the best compliments I've ever received. (Also, if you're willing, I'd very much like to hear about this rewrite/sequel of sorts)

You have me legit thinking about it now. Like I told Pearl in the replies, I feel like my writing is leagues better (i reread stuff from that time period and just cringe now; but to be fair to my past self, she was a novice who was coming back to writing after a 10+ year break so it stands to reason) so I feel like I could do a lot more with it. There's soooo much of that world I want to flesh out that I wasn't skilled enough to do when I first started it. lsakdjf idk man, I might actually do it

[hunlutarudce]

Ah, I'm a little late on posting these here

[leezardweezard]

SCREAMING QHD CRYING AND THROWING UP

[safyresky]

The Monster Under the Table

Jack had had a particularly quiet day today.

At least, by his standards.

Oh, sure, he could've messed with the heatwave on the west coast. He had thought about it. But he hadn't been feeling it and had better things to do across the world, anyway. One nasty, crop killing blizzard later, he had found himself a mite bit peckish.

Then he had had crepes. Lovely crepes, with a delightful ganache. Then he thought he'd stop by the house, see how the parental units were faring with the little terror. It was, after all, almost dinner time back in Crystal Springs. They'd be passed out on the couch in no time and then, it'd be his turn with said little terror, and you know, today just seemed like the perfect day to mess with a heatwave and blame an actual child.

Bonus because said actual child would enjoy the ever loving snow out of it.

It was a win-win-win, in Jack's books.

Needless to say, when he walked through the door and saw Blaise, frazzled as can be, jacket missing, one suspender down, the other up, shirt unevenly buttoned and hair out and tussled beyond beLIEF, it was...not what he had expected.

"Whatever it was, I didn't do it," he said immediately.

Blaise looked up, startled, and then..relieved? That was sort of new. The man came rushing down the hall towards him, panicked.

"Jack!"

"Dad!"

"I'm in deep soot," he said, grabbing Jack's shoulders and nearly picking the man up off the floor.

"And I would just like to reiterate, that I did not do it. Can you please put me down."

"Right, sorry," Blaise said, placing his son down and rushing off into the front room.

Jack followed behind carefully, watching as Blaise threw blankets and cushions, looking underneath every piece of furniture in the room.

"So, um, what exactly is it?"

"Huh?"

"What's going on? You look bad. I didn't realize you were that grey. Goddess of the Springs! Am I going to go grey instead of white?!"

"Only time will tell," Blaise said, looking behind a bookcase. "We need to focus, Jack," Blaise said, lifting a table up.

"On ah, what?"

Blaise placed the table down, panicking. "I lost your sister."

"You what now?"

"I lost Jacqueline!"

"How?!"

"I don't know! One minute she was giggling on the kitchen counter while I was making dinner," Blaise said, hands out furiously in front of him, "and the next, she was gone!" he said, hands briefly lifting and swinging downwards, landing on his other side. "Did you finally manage to teach her how to keep quiet?" Blaise asked, eyes narrowing.

"I keep TRYING and it does not work. Honestly. I've lost count of how many times we've almost run afoul of an ordibeing—"

"THE STOVE!" Blaise shouted suddenly, rushing back into the kitchen.

Placing his hands in his pockets, Jack glanced around the room. In the kitchen, there was a hiss. The sound of the pan lifting from the stove top, vegetables mixing around. With a sigh, Jack headed towards the kitchen.

"Smells good," he said, looking around the room.

"Oh, good! Good. I thought I'd burnt it," he said.

Jack looked around the kitchen floor. One of Blaise's pant legs was hitched up, the other at a respectable level. Hiding a smirk and swallowing a snort, Jack turned around, eyes scanning the floor underneath the kitchen table. He stopped short, blinking.

Shhhh, he heard in his head.

What are you doing under there? He asked, quirking an eyebrow.

Being q u i e t. YOU said I couldn't! But I can! Daddy can't find me, she replied, and Jack could hear the big old smirk he was sure she was wearing under there.

Whistling as Blaise salvaged dinner, Jack leaned back like, a lot; then he leaned forward like, a lot, looking under the kitchen table.

Yep. Devious grin as she watched Blaise slowly lose his mind from the depths of under the kitchen table.

Jack chuckled. How long have you been under there?

Seven whole weeks!

"How long have you been looking for Jacqueline?" Jack asked, casually, leaning on the island.

"An hour? Half? I've combed the entire floor! She couldn't have made it far, unless she can teleport already." Blaise shot up, panicked. "Lady above, can she already teleport?!"

"Dad. She's not even five hundred yet. Calm down. She can't do sleet."

Jack could feel her getting huffy over their new connection. He smirked in her general direction, sticking out his tongue.

He didn't need to see her to know she had done the exact same thing back.

Blaise breathed a sigh of relief. "Right. Okay. So she definitely couldn't have gotten far."

"Just, just breath, Blaise, alright?" Jack said, patting the man's shoulder gently. He pried the pan out of Blaise's hand. "And fix your shirt Dad, seriously. What is this. What is happening here."

Blaise squinted down at the mismatched buttons, the suspender, and the uneven pant legs. "I don't know how this happened," he said, taking a moment to fix his shirt.

Jack sighed. So what's your game plan, hmm?

My what?

Game plan! You know, what are you going to do? Pop out and scare him? Make him go crazy? What do you want to do?

Ehehehehe. Scare him! Scare him! Scare him!

How?

Um...I'm gonna...GRAB HIS FEETSIES.

How? He's all the way over here, and you're alllllllll the way over there, Jack teased, holding his head in his palm as he stared at her peeping out from under the table, a small smile on his icy face.

Can you help me? Please? Bring daddy over here! Please please please???

She was making such a cute face underneath that table. It could melt the iciest of hearts.

Well. Almost.

But it was convincing enough for him.

Alright, fine, I'll help you. Get back under there! We'll be right over.

She grinned, cackling in his head again as she slid back under the table, disappearing into the darkness.

Popping out from his slouch, Jack watched as Blaise righted his pant leg, glancing around for his jacket. Jack walked over to the backyard door, chillfully, making a big show of surveying the yard. "The back's unlocked," Jack said.

"It's WHAT?"

Blaise was beside him so fast, Jack swore he saw the glint of a steam cloud vaguely shaped like the man by the oven. He slid open the door, glancing around carefully. "If your mother finds out I lost your sister, I'm probably doomed."

"Nah, I'm sure you'll be fine. Anyway, she's not out there," Jack said.

"How would you know?" Blaise said, pulling his head back in and sizing up (down, given the height difference) Jack, in a look that was much more familiar to the Legend.

"Snow's undisturbed," he said, lazily pointing at the fresh blanket on the deck.

"She could've covered her tracks."

"I'd notice. Also, once again, she's four hundred. She's not that smart."

I'm gonna throw melty snow down your back.

I'd like to see you try, little flurry.

I'm gonna! Two whole times!

Jack rolled his eyes. "Dad. Come on. Come over here. Have a seat," he said, pulling a chair out from the side of the table.

"I need to find your sister. I don't have time to have a sit!"

"But you need to!" Jack insisted, as Blaise walked over to the chair, hands on his hips. He surveyed Jack with a frown. "Seriously, Dad. I think you've been looking for her for too long. You just need to, to, sit down and, and, take a moment, you know? Recenter yourself, that sort of thing, and, you know, once you've calmed down a notch," he said, thinking now's your shot, "give it another go! I'll help you," he said.

Blaise dropped his hands. He opened his mouth, ready to reply, when—

"RAWR!"

Out from under the table popped two little hands, grabbing onto his ankles as she roared. Blaise's hair lit UP, hitting some of the highest highs Jack had seen in a while.

Blaise jumped back, fists lighting up as he looked down under the table. "Jacqueline?!"

"Ta-da!" She said, the ground freezing as she slid out from under the table, doing a twirl and sticking her little arms out.

"Found her," Jack said, picking her up with a grin.

"I scared you, daddy!" She said excitedly, nearly falling out of Jack's arms as she threw herself forward, pointing with her whole entire tiny body. "Ehehehehe."

"You scared me so bad," Blaise said, completely extinguishing and grabbing her from Jack, heart racing, voice weary. "Lady of the Springs! The two of you are taking years off of my life," Blaise said, squishing Jacqueline tightly. "And I love you for it."

Jack blinked, taken aback.

"I love you too, daddy!"

"Gross," Jack said. "The both of you."

Blaise and Jacqueline shared a very similar conspiring look.

"Don't. Do not—AH!" Jack yelled, as Blaise grabbed him in a hug too, sandwiching Jacqueline between them. "Disgusting," he said, as something cold and melty went down his shirt.

"I told you so," Jacqueline said with a grin.

Jack smirked, appreciating the squish of her cold little arms around his shoulders. "That you did."

[xamaxenta]

One of you definitely has a fanart pfp that uses a pose reference frm one of my very old cosplay photos and whenever i see your name pop up in my notifs i hope you know you instill fear inside me

[xxclone-dannoxx]

*shoves like.. 4-5 more pills down his throat*

AH ANON WHAT THE HECK??

[skitskatdacat63]

I think I mentioned it here before but I wrote some paper for a class where I used F1 interviews(like the post-race press pen) as examples, right? My prof asked if she could use it as a sample work for future classes omg!!! But mostly I'm cackling evilly over the fact that F1 is forever memorialized in that paper, I hope someone in the future reads it and is like "...wait a minute" 😭