#I have a lot of thoughts about this and I might make my own post about it. hmmmmmm.

[loppiopio]

a light tarot reading, because i'm still fond of what i cooked up here. expect allusions to the ending of aci and general detailing of my intentions throughout. some nuances omitted because i want to see if anyone else catches on to them....

probably the most obvious thing is the card itself, wheel of fortune. generally it suggests change, cycles, some big turning point in your life. with the eye cutout slashing through the sphinx i meant to encapsulate izaya's plan of flipping the wheel over on the game makers and throwing them under an imitation of their own work.

there's a distinction in the meaning of the card when it's upright or reversed. looking inward, the card reads upright towards him and reversed as presented to the onlooker. throughout the chapter there's a lot of emphasis on the lack of sincere connections he has, how no one seemed to reach out genuinely concerned about his absence. his attention drifts to his phone a lot as he works, and he continues to work until the end of the chapter which i'll leave here.

it's hard for me to articulate but i hope you can see how i also wanted to convey izaya's personal development at this point of the fic.

less obvious is the positioning of izaya's finger keeping the lion out of view. i know shizuo is technically an aquarius but that thing looks boring and i'm not partial to the zodiac anyways so to me he's the lion in reference this bit from the first chapter.

you could also read shizuo as the bull hidden beneath izaya's shadow which i was also considering as a nod to a bull charges at the stirring of a cape. regardless it can work both ways in keeping him out of view for this part of the plan.

and this one just fell into place for me but wheel of fortune happens to be the element of fire!! which if you know you know.

there's a lot i tried to work into this composition and i have to thank rosa again for putting up with me and making it look amazing.... collaboration with me is pretty intensive but rewarding to see the initial ideas get visually realized.

They say imitation is the sincerest form of flattery

This is a collab I did with my friend @loppiopio when we were fanfic book clubing "A Cheap Imitation" back in 2023 man, good times good times

Linking the fic here in case anyone is curious

[mattsobvimyfav]

Different (Matthew Sturniolo)

When Y/N starts college, she's eager for a fresh start and new opportunities. Assigned a partner for a lab, she meets Matthew Sturniolo, who seems charming and capable at first glance. But as their partnership progresses, Y/N begins to uncover unsettling truths about Matthew's character, throwing her college journey entirely off.

part 1

My first day of college. I clutched my backpack a little tighter, scanning the lecture hall for an inconspicuous seat. Not too far in the back where the slackers sat, and definitely not in the front where the overachievers made themselves a target. The middle. Perfectly neutral.

Sliding into an empty seat, I exhaled slowly and set my things on the desk. Around me, students chatted in low voices or stared at their phones. A few looked as nervous as I felt, their shoulders stiff and eyes darting around.

The professor, a woman with glasses perched at the edge of her nose, stepped up to the podium. Her name, "Dr. Landry," was scrawled in large, looping letters across the whiteboard. She adjusted the microphone and began taking attendance, her voice cutting through the low hum of conversation.

Names were called out one by one. Most people responded with a simple "here" or a raised hand. When she got to me, I sat up a little straighter.

"Y/N L/N?" she called.

Before I could reply, a boy sitting in the row in front of me turned around. "Y/N?" he said, his eyebrows raised like he couldn’t believe his luck.

I blinked, caught off guard. "Yeah?"

He grinned, his blue eyes lighting up with recognition. "I’m Matt. Chris’s brother."

It took me a second to process that. Chris… as in Charlie’s new boyfriend? My best friend Charlie had only been dating Chris for a month, and I’d barely exchanged more than a polite “Hi” and “Nice to meet you” with him.

"Oh," I said, surprised. "Hi, Matt."

His grin widened. "Yeah, I thought it was you. I always see you on Charlie’s Snapchat."

I felt a flush creep up my neck. Of course Charlie was posting me all over her Snapchat. She loved documenting everything, and I was usually the victim.

"That makes sense," I said, trying to keep my tone casual. "Small world, huh?"

"Totally," he said, leaning slightly over the back of his chair. "Chris mentioned you a couple of times, too. Says you’re cool."

I snorted. "Chris barely knows me."

Matt shrugged. "Guess you made a good impression."

Before I could think of a reply, Dr. Landry cleared her throat, giving Matt a pointed look. He turned back around in his seat, mouthing, "We’ll talk later," as he did. I gave him a half-smile and looked down at my notebook, suddenly hyper-aware of my surroundings.

"Alright," Dr. Landry said, scanning the room with a no-nonsense expression. "Let’s get started. This is English 101, and we’re diving straight in. No fluff, no icebreakers. I hope you’re ready to analyze literature, because that’s what we’ll be doing for the next sixteen weeks."

The room fell silent, the weight of her words settling over us. I flipped open my notebook and clicked my pen, trying to focus. But my mind kept drifting back to Matt and the unexpected connection to Charlie and Chris.

The sound of chairs scraping against the floor and backpacks zipping up signaled the end of class. I exhaled, relieved to have survived my first college lecture without embarrassing myself. 

“Hey, Y/N, wait up!”

I turned to see Matt weaving through the desks toward me, his backpack slung casually over one shoulder. His easy smile was still firmly in place.

“Hey,” I said, adjusting my bag strap. “What’s up?”

“Figured we should compare schedules,” he said. “Chris told me you’re taking a lot of general ed classes, so we might have more together.”

“Sure,” I replied, pulling my schedule out of my bag. “Here.”

Matt unfolded his own schedule and held it up next to mine. His eyes scanned the paper, and a grin spread across his face.

“Statistics at 11:00 and Biology at 1:30,” he said, tapping the paper. “Looks like I’ll see you around.”

I laughed lightly. “What are the odds?”

“Pretty good at a community college,” he said with a shrug. “Not a huge pool of students to pull from. Staying close to family, too?”

I nodded. “Yeah. I didn’t want to move too far away. My dad wasn’t ready for an empty nest just yet.”

“Same here,” he said. “Plus, it’s cheaper, and I’ve got younger siblings who need me around sometimes.”

“Makes sense,” I said. “So, stats is next, right?”

“Yep,” Matt said, folding his schedule and tucking it back into his pocket. “Let’s walk together. I’m terrible at finding rooms in this place.”

We headed out of the lecture hall and into the maze of hallways. The building wasn’t massive, but it was easy to get turned around with all the identical hallways. As we walked, Matt made easy conversation, asking me about my high school and why I chose my major. It was nice—comfortable, even—and I found myself relaxing more than I expected to on my first day.

By the time we reached the stats classroom, the seats were already filling up. We slid into a pair of desks near the middle, and Matt pulled out his notebook, flipping to a fresh page.

“So… what’s your game plan for surviving college?” he asked, leaning back slightly in his chair.

I smirked. “Stay organized, don’t procrastinate, and drink a lot of alcohol. You?”

“Pretty much the same, but I’ll probably procrastinate anyway,” he admitted with a laugh.

The professor walked in then, cutting our conversation short. As he started writing equations on the board, I couldn’t help but feel a little more optimistic about this whole college thing. Having someone like Matt around might just make it all a little easier.

The final class of the day finished up, signaling the end of my first day. I slung my backpack over one shoulder and followed the flow of students out of the building. The late afternoon sun cast long shadows across the parking lot as Matt and I stepped outside, the crisp air refreshing after a full day indoors.

Matt fell into step beside me. “You parked out this way?”

I nodded. “Yeah, lot C. You?”

“Same,” he said.

We walked together, chatting about the day—how stats had already thrown us both off and how biology felt like it was going to be a marathon. The conversation flowed easily, making the short walk to the parking lot feel even shorter.

When we reached my car, I paused and turned to him. “Well, it was nice to meet you. See you tomorrow?”

“Definitely,” he said, pulling out his phone. “Oh, before you go, what’s your Snapchat? Makes it easier to stay in touch about homework and stuff.”

I gave him my username, and my phone buzzed a moment later with a notification. “Got it,” I said, smiling.

“Cool. Drive safe, Y/N.”

“You too, Matt.”

As he walked away, I climbed into my car, tossing my bag onto the passenger seat. The drive home was quiet, the kind of quiet that makes you think too much. When I pulled into the driveway, the stillness of the house confirmed what I already knew. Dad was on another work trip, and the house felt emptier than ever without him.

I kicked off my shoes and dropped my bag by the couch, making a mental note to start dinner soon. But before I could dwell too long on the silence, my phone buzzed. A Snapchat notification from Matt.

Matt: “Hey, you get started on that stats homework yet?”

I smiled faintly, snapping a quick reply: “Not yet, just got home. You?”

The reply came almost instantly. 

Matt: “Same. Let me know if you need help. I’m not great at stats, but two heads are better than one, right?”

“Will do,” I replied, adding a thumbs-up emoji.

The next morning, my alarm buzzed sharply, dragging me out of a restless sleep. I groaned, rolling over to check my phone. 7:15 AM. Too early, but I had to get up if I wanted to make it to class on time. Stretching, I dragged myself out of bed and shuffled to the bathroom.

After a quick shower, I stared at my closet, trying to figure out what to wear. The weather app said it would be warm, so I settled on a pair of high-waisted jean shorts and a plain white cropped top. Simple and comfortable. I slipped on my white Converse, and grabbed my bag.

Before heading out, I decided to call Charlie. We’d talked the night before and figured out that we had psychology together today. She’d offered to drive since her car had better AC than mine, and I wasn’t about to argue with that.

The phone rang a couple of times before she picked up. “Hey, you ready?”

“Yeah,” I said, grabbing my keys. “I’ll meet you outside in five.”

“Perfect. See you soon.”

I hung up and headed out the door. The morning air was already warming up, and the sun felt good on my skin. As I reached the curb, I spotted a car pulling up—Chris’s car. I frowned. I thought it was just going to be Charlie and me. The passenger door swung open, and there was Charlie, waving at me with her signature grin.

“Get in hoe!” she called.

I hesitated, noticing Chris in the driver’s seat and Matt sitting in the back. My stomach did a little flip. “Oh, uh, hey,” I said as I climbed into the back beside Matt.

“Morning,” Matt said, his voice warm and casual. He had his backpack slung on the seat beside him.

“Didn’t know you guys were coming,” I said, glancing at Charlie.

She shrugged. Chris gave me a quick nod in the rearview mirror. “Hope you don’t mind the extra company.”

“Not at all,” I said, though the unexpected change threw me off a little.

The car ride started out normal enough. We talked about how the first day went and laughed about how intimidating some of the professors seemed. A few minutes into the drive, though, Matt pulled a blunt out of his pocket and held it up with a grin.

“Morning pick-me-up?” he asked, raising an eyebrow at Chris.

Chris chuckled. “Fuck yeah. Pass it up here.”

Matt lit the blunt, the sharp smell of weed quickly filling the car. He took a hit, exhaled out the window, and handed it to Chris, who did the same. Then it went to Charlie.

Charlie glanced at me, holding it between her fingers. “You want a hit? No pressure if you don’t.”

I hesitated. It wasn’t that I was against it—I’d smoked with Charlie multiple times before���but I wasn’t exactly a regular. Still, with Matt sitting right there, casually leaning back and watching the rotation, I felt a sudden urge to not seem out of place.

“Sure,” I said, trying to sound nonchalant.

Charlie handed it to me with a cheer. “Yay!”

I took a small hit, coughing slightly as the smoke hit my lungs. Matt chuckled beside me, clearly amused.

“First hit of the day always gets you,” he said, taking the blunt back when I passed it to him.

I nodded, trying to keep my composure. The car was filled with laughter and light banter as the blunt made its way around a couple more times. By the time we pulled into the campus parking lot, I was feeling the familiar light buzz and a sense of ease that made the earlier tension melt away.

Charlie turned to me as we got out of the car. “You good?” she asked, her tone light but a little concerned.

“I’m fine,” I said, smiling. “Let’s just get to class.”

We all walked toward the building together.

The classroom was already half full when we arrived, the hum of conversation filling the air. I slid into a seat near the middle, with Charlie and Chris to my left and Matt settling in on my right. 

As class started, I realized just how high I was. Not in a panicked way—I wasn’t tweaking or anything—but everything felt slowed down, like my thoughts were moving through molasses. The professor’s voice seemed to echo in my ears, and the words on the slides looked almost too crisp. I felt fine, just… very high.

I glanced to my left, where Charlie and Chris were whispering about something. To my right, Matt was scribbling in his notebook, his brow furrowed in concentration. I was sandwiched between my best friend and this new, intriguing guy, and for a moment, I felt completely content.

But then I zoned out. The professor was talking about cognitive biases or something, and my mind drifted to the patterns on the walls, the rhythm of a fan spinning lazily overhead. I was so lost in my own head that I didn’t even notice Matt leaning toward me until I felt his hand gently rest on my knee.

“Hey, you good?” he asked, his voice low so only I could hear.

I blinked, snapping out of my trance. His eyes were warm and a little amused, and I realized he must have noticed how out of it I was.

“Yeah,” I whispered back, giving him a sheepish smile. “Just… extremely high. And kind of starving.”

Matt grinned, his hand lingering for just a second longer before he pulled it away. “Don’t worry. After class, breakfast is on me. My treat.”

The promise of food made me perk up a little, and I nodded. “You’re a lifesaver.”

He chuckled softly and went back to his notes, leaving me to try and refocus on the lecture. 

As soon as the professor finished, I watched the students around me scramble to pack up their things. I wasn’t in any rush, though. I let my bag sit beside me as I took a moment to just breathe, the weight of the morning still lingering in my head. My mind felt like it was wrapped in a fog.

I glanced over at Charlie and Chris. She was slowly packing her stuff, her fingers moving a little slower than usual. I couldn't help but chuckle to myself. I felt the same way. We’d both overdone it this morning, and now the class had just dragged on with us trying to focus through the haze.

Matt and Chris were already up, talking quietly as they gathered their things. The two of them seemed eager to get outside.

Charlie nudged me gently, and I looked over at hey. “You good?” she asked quietly, almost like she was afraid my head might float away any second.

I nodded slowly. “Yeah, just... still high as shit.”

Charlie smirked. “Same. I swear, I feel like I could float out of here.”

I chuckled, standing up from my desk and slinging my bag over my shoulder. “Let’s get out of here before I do.”

The four of us shuffled out into the hallway, the chill air hitting my face the moment the door swung open. Matt and Chris were already outside, leaning against the brick wall of the building. Of course, they’d probably been waiting for a while to light up, and it didn’t take long for Matt to pull out a cigarette, offering it to Chris first.

“You in?” Matt asked, holding it up. I watched the two of them, already lighting their smokes without waiting for me to answer.

I exchanged a glance with Charlie. Neither of us seemed interested in joining them. 

Charlie shrugged, giving a little smile. “Not today,” she said, looking back at me.

I shook my head. “Yeah, I’m good.”

Matt raised an eyebrow at us. “What’s up with you two? Not feeling it?”

I leaned back against the wall, eyes half-closed as I stared up at the sky. “Just not big on cigarettes, sorry,” I said, and Charlie nodded in agreement.

Chris laughed from where he stood. “Suit yourselves.” He took a deep drag and let out a cloud of smoke, the usual careless grin on his face.

It didn’t take them long to finish their cigarettes, and soon enough, we were piled into Chris’s car. The drive was a blur of passing streets and the hum of the engine, but I wasn’t really paying attention to any of it. My head was still somewhere between the clouds, floating and drifting, and I was content with it for the moment.

We pulled into the diner’s parking lot. It smelled like greasy bacon and fresh coffee. The warmth of the diner wrapped around me, grounding me just a little more.

Charlie slid into the booth beside me while Matt and Chris took the other side and the waitress approached us.

“The usual?” The waitress asked, flashing a smile that was almost too practiced.

“Yep,” Matt said with a grin, already pushing his menu aside like he didn’t need to look at it. Chris nodding too.

Charlie looked at me. “I guess they come here often?” She said more as asked.

I nodded, “Can I just have a ham and cheese omelet please?”

Charlie ordered. “Eggs, scrambled and a side of bacon please.”

The waitress disappeared, and for a moment, it was just the four of us, relaxed in the soft hum of the diner. I let out a slow breath and sank into the booth. I didn’t have to think too hard about anything here.

Matt and Chris started talking about something, I let the conversation wash over me. I wasn’t really paying attention, not in any deep way. The words were just there, floating in the background of my mind.

“I swear, Matt’s the only person I know who can get sunburned on a cloudy day,” Chris said, chuckling to himself.

Matt scowled, but there was no real heat behind it. “It was just two hours! And it wasn’t even that sunny. Who needs sunscreen on a cloudy day?”

Charlie raised an eyebrow. “Two hours in the sun and you still managed to get burned? Impressive.”

I smirked, finally pulling myself out of my haze long enough to join in. “Sounds like a skill, honestly. You should be proud.”

Matt gave us a mock glare. “Very funny.”

The waitress came back quickly with our food, steaming plates of eggs, bacon, and pancakes. I dove in immediately, the nostalgia of the omelet me and my dad used to get washing over me. 

We all ate in a comfortable silence for a while, occasionally exchanging a joke or comment. It didn’t matter. 

Eventually, the plates were empty, and we all leaned back, feeling full and satisfied. Charlie stretched and yawned, glancing out the window. “That hit the spot,” she said, rubbing her eyes.

Matt nodded, pulling out his phone. “We should do this more often,” he said. 

I agreed. “Definitely.”

Matt paid the bill as promised and we piled back into Chris’s car.

The drive back from breakfast was peaceful. The streets passed by in a blur, The high was starting to fade, but it wasn’t gone yet. 

Chris dropped Matt off at their house first, Matt claiming he had something important to do. I watched the scenery change as we neared my neighborhood, the trees lining the road looking almost surreal in their simplicity. It was still early, the sky brightening as the sun climbed higher, but everything felt slow.

As Chris pulled up to my house, Charlie looked over at me with a mischievous grin. "You cool if I stay at your place for a bit? I’m not ready to go home just yet."

I smiled at her, grateful for the company. “Yeah, of course. I’m still trying to come down from earlier, so it'll be nice to just hang out for a while.”

We said our goodbyes to Chris and piled out. Charlie followed me up to the front porch, her steps light and almost bouncy as she skipped along behind me. It wasn’t hard to tell that she was still buzzing, her energy in stark contrast to my sluggish pace. I fumbled with my keys, finally unlocking the door and letting us both inside.

Once we were inside, Charlie sank into the armchair, crossing her legs and looking at me.

“What’s up?” I asked, leaning back in the armchair across from her.

Charlie glanced at me, then stared at the floor for a moment like she was working up to something. Finally, she let out a deep breath. “Okay, I’m just gonna say it. I don’t think you should get involved with Matt.”

I blinked, taken aback by the sudden statement. “What are you talking about?”

Charlie crossed her arms, her brows knitting together as she looked at me. “I’m serious, Y/N. Matt’s… he’s not a good guy. He’s a pothead, first of all. And, like, not just the occasional smoker—he’s high all the time. You’ve seen him. 

I opened my mouth to reply, but she kept going before I could get a word in.

“And,” she said, her voice firm, “he’s a whore. Like, seriously. He doesn’t do relationships. He just messes around with girls, gets what he wants out of them, and then he’s done. He’s mean about it, too. Like, he doesn’t care about their feelings at all.”

I stared, trying to process what she was saying. “Charlie, I—”

“No, let me finish,” she interrupted, holding up a hand. “I know he’s charming, and he’s fun to hang out with, but he’s not the kind of guy you want to get close to. He’s just going to hurt you. That’s what he does.”

I stared at her, trying to gauge her tone. Charlie was rarely this serious about anything, and it was throwing me off. Finally, I sighed. “Charlie, I’m not planning to get involved with Matt. We just met, like… a day ago.”

She gave me a pointed look, her expression skeptical. “Yeah, but I’ve seen the way he looks at you. And the way you look at him. You can’t tell me there’s nothing there.”

I rolled my eyes, leaning back in my chair. “There’s not. Even if there was, I’m not looking for anything serious. I don’t want a relationship right now.”

Charlie stared at me for a long moment, like she was trying to figure out if I was being honest. “Yeah, but it doesn’t matter if you’re not looking for something serious. Matt’s the kind of guy who gets under your skin. You think you can keep it casual, but he’ll pull you in, and before you know it, you’re hurt.”

I shrugged, keeping my tone light even though her persistence was annoying me. “Honestly, that sounds perfect. I don’t want a relationship, and if he’s not the type to stick around, then it works out for both of us.”

Charlie’s eyes widened, her face a mixture of disbelief and frustration. “Y/N, that’s not the fucking point! You’re going to end up hurt, whether you think so or not. He’s toxic, okay? He doesn’t care about anyone but himself.”

I sighed, rubbing my temples. “Charlie, I get it. You’re trying to look out for me, and I appreciate it. But I’m not going for Matt. I barely know him, and I’m not about to throw myself at him just because he’s charming or whatever. You’re worrying about nothing.”

Charlie frowned, clearly not convinced. “You say that now, but I’ve seen this happen before. He’s going to act like he’s interested, and you’re going to think you’re different, like you’re the one who’s going to change him or something—”

“I’m not trying to change anyone,” I interrupted, my voice firmer now. “And I’m not interested in Matt like that. We JUST met.”

She gave me a long, hard look, her lips pressed into a thin line. Finally, she sighed, leaning back against the couch. “Okay. Fine. But if you start falling for him, don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

“I won’t,” I said.

Charlie didn’t look convinced, but she didn’t push the subject any further. Instead, she grabbed the remote from the coffee table and turned on the TV, changing the subject entirely.

I wasn’t going for Matt. I wasn’t. But there was something about the way Charlie had warned me—so serious, so certain—that it felt like a challenge to me. Who would break first kind of thing, Charlie thinks I cant handle myself and it made me want to prove myself even more.

a/n - Hey, y'all, I lied. Here's my new story, lol. If you want to be on the tag list, comment, please.

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[jaydenism]

been thinking about this bug a lot recently...

i want a big kanade arc pls pls pls 🙏 its her turn to go through the horrors ♡

long kanade ramble ahead!!

i think that savior complex of hers is gonna send her crashing down. hard.

we haven't gotten any huge kanade focus events yet, or anything that really progresses her story or builds her character in a significant way, but im really looking forward to see what they have in store for her character arc. im hoping kana5 will stir the pot a bit and get the plot moving.

i feel like overall shes been really mysterious and strangely without much going on, and at first i thought she was a little boring even... but i think that's by design. she doesn't open up about herself much, and generally appears to be pretty put together, maybe aside from her poor self-care. she doesn't talk about many of her own problems, because she doesn't want to have the others worry for her, when her problems are "insignificant" compared to the others, as she says. i think the lack of progression in her story also fools the audience into believing she has her shit together. ena has had her fair share of struggles. mafuyu had her big arc, but shes also been trying to find herself since the beginning. mizuki just went through hell and finally fell apart after the long-lasting growing tension in her story. but kanade? she's been stagnant. unchanging. it makes it easy for her to be overlooked. but that's exactly what she wants-- to not weigh the others down, and to be their support. but she can't keep that up forever. so yes, i admit i wasn't super interested in her character before, but I've now realized that's because they've hardly even started her story yet. as one of my oomfs said, she was always going to be the last wall to fall.

when reading the story at first, kanade has a lot of warning signs you might glance over. ive only recently started to see them more, like just in passing comments here and there that are REALLY concerning and unhealthy. i mean the most obvious sign is that she barely gives herself time to eat or sleep of course, but the more you pay attention to the subtle things, the more apparent it becomes that she's got some serious shit she needs to unpack, or she may just end up crumpling under the weight of it all. i think her undoing has the potential to be huge. catastrophic even. i really wonder what the writers are planning for her, but all this waiting leads me to believe they could have something big planned. like okay, looking back to the card i drew from, the bloomfes kanade card, shes got some wild shit going on... there is nothing normal about that !!!

i also posted abt this on bluesky, but reiterating it here, i felt like her newest card for her mixed focus event kinda seemed like foreshadowing... specifically because of the niigo colored star charms. mizuki and ena's charms are together, facing each other (yippeeeee), but mafuyu's charm faces kanade's, who's charm is not facing hers. mizuenas charms also seem to glow in the light, while kanamafus dont reflect as much light. could just be coincidence, but i know they love hinting and foreshadowing with card details like this. and overall, kanade's expression is unreadable, like a still, empty doll. the card has a bit of a melancholic feel, to me at least. im not sure how soon the next niigo event will be, but it's gotta be a kanade focus, unless they pull a saki. i dont think its the biggest leap to suggest this could be some foreshadowing for the next event.

but anyway, i think kana5 will start building up the tension at least, maybe entering a kanade arc even. i need to see her snap pls pls pls pls pls

if you read all that,,, wow thanks, u get a star ☆ :)) also lemme know ur thoughts and if im off base about anything

[tinytinyblogs]

When talking about 'missing out,' the first person that comes to my mind is Seungmin.

Seungmin Headcanon

💬 Here’s a little headcanon for you based on this request! I know I’ve messed up with my update schedule and haven’t been posting other stories lately. Honestly, I’ve been overwhelmed with a lot going on in my personal life, and I wasn’t sure where to start. But here we are! Please don’t be too hard on me if it’s not great!

Stray Kids Masterlist 1.0 & 2.0

Your insights and reactions make these posts come alive. Love reblogs, comments, and all the good vibes welcome ✨

The Thinker

Seungmin is a deep thinker, always juggling countless thoughts as his mind shifts from one thing to another. This trait often serves him well, allowing him to plan his next steps with precision. However, beneath the surface lies a tendency to overthink, which brings with it worry, fear, and self-doubt. He often questions whether what he’s doing is right, whether he’s good enough for you, or if you might deserve someone better. Deep down, he’s simply scared. Each time he spends with you, watching your smile and feeling your kindness, he starts questioning if he truly deserves someone as wonderful as you, especially when he feels like he's lacking in so many ways. He wants to be the best version of himself for you, but he struggles to see if what he’s doing now is enough. Deep down, he wonders if he could become better by choosing a different path. Am I doing well? What if I'm actually on the wrong path? What if she’s disappointed in me? These questions keep spinning in his mind.

Overwhelmed

Whenever he's alone with his thoughts, it only gets worse. He keeps thinking he could be better than he is now. If only he could see how amazing he truly is, he wouldn’t feel this way. But he's always too hard on himself. Overwhelmed by doubt and emotions, he might decide to let you go, believing it's what's best for you—even though he doesn't realize he's exactly what you need. He looks calm and appears as if nothing is wrong, but deep down, he carries burdens far beyond what he can handle. He often sighs, a clear sign that his mind is burdened with too much. At times, he drifts into daydreams, lost in his thoughts even when someone is speaking to him. He struggles to focus, no matter how hard he tries.

Comparing himself to others

Seeing the people around him often makes him feel small. He’s unsure of himself but wishes he could be as good as them—for you. What he doesn’t realize is that others envy him for his intelligence and the amazing path he’s carved for himself. He truly believes that you are an amazing person, and whenever he thinks about it, he pushes himself to be perfect just to feel like he’s on the same level as you—a level he created in his own mind, something he shouldn’t dwell on but can’t help doing. He’s starting to reflect on how much he loves you, but along with that comes his insecurities. He believes you have an ideal type he doesn’t match, even though none of those thoughts are true.

Love you deeply

Don’t get him wrong—he loves you deeply, perhaps more than you realize. But it haunts him a little. He’s never cared for someone this much before, and he’s terrified of disappointing you. When he watches you quietly, admiring all the beauty you don’t even notice in yourself, he wonders if he’s worthy of it. If only he knew that he’s everything you need. His love for you keeps growing, but so do the questions in his mind. They shift from knowing you’re the one to doubting if he’s good enough, even wondering if he should let you go so you can be happy—unaware that he’s the very source of your happiness.

Regret

All of this leads him to make a decision he knows he’ll regret—to let you go. If it hurts you, it hurts him twice as much as you can imagine. He cries, maybe even hates himself, but the only thought in his mind is that you deserve someone better than him. All he wants is your happiness. He might need time to process everything, to figure out how to move forward without you. Yet deep down, he feels empty without you, and he may even consider begging for you to come back into his life. But only time will tell as it slowly helps him sort through his emotions.

Seungmin’s thoughts run deep and emotional. He strives to ensure he never hurts anyone, but sometimes his mind gets overwhelmed, leading him to make decisions he believes are best. The thing is, he doesn’t want to burden anyone with his overthinking, which often results in him making one-sided choices. It doesn’t mean he doesn’t care about you—in fact, he loves you deeply. He just believes he’s not good enough for you and fears causing you pain. In a relationship like this, open conversation is essential. While you can’t force him to change his perspective, opening up to each other can help him see where he might be mistaken and guide him toward understanding what he should do.

[andie-chr]

Alright, I haven’t had a real chance to add my two cents about this. But I just saw your post and I couldn’t resist. First of all, it isn’t liberals who are saying that children should kill themselves. In fact, it’s been liberals who are trying to give children the resources SO they don’t kill themselves.

Because Trump in the office and any mentions of LGBTQ+ people being literally deleted off of the site, there is a good and well chance that hate crimes are going to spike back up. And if you thought that 1950’s hate crimes were bad, you should see the current hate crimes now. John Walt, Nex Benedict, and so many more.

And I unfortunately live in a mostly black small city where they don’t take LGBTQ too kindly. I’d argue POC queer people will get the worse of it. And a lot of queer kids are aware of this and are deciding they’d rather die by their own hands than suffer at the hands of a fascist government.

Next, I did the liberty of checking your account to see who’d I’d be up against. And wow, the levels are going to promote a literal minority as a villain, you might as well have a Nazi or a KKK account. And I get it. Maybe you were hurt by someone who was apart of this group once in your life. Maybe you’ve seen someone else be hurt a person who used this group as an excuse. I get it, okay? I don’t know your life story, because you haven’t told it or even tried to justify your hate but that does not mean you get make an account and say such heinous things about people. The LGBTQ+ isn’t killing kids. Our government is.

I’d love to talk to you more, but seeing your account, I wouldn’t be surprised if this turned out into an all out spamming my account or simply just blocking me. If it gives you a peace of mind, hey, have at it. But just because you can’t fathom a person different than you doesn’t mean they don’t exist. This is not about children and I want you to understand that. This is about YOUR personal vendetta against the LGBTQ+ people and your denial that they exist. So if you’re going to make an account, and put “don’t give me shit” in your bio — be bold. Be brave. But don’t debate something that is never negotiable: which is human rights.

Thank you, if you read this to the end.

imagine how much of a fucking horrible person you have to be that on the first day your elected into office the crisis calls of a Suicide Prevention Project Go Up 33%. The Trevor Project Received over 1,400 Call By Early Monday Afternoon. Most of those calls, if not all, are coming from children. Children scared of you and what you will do. Imagine how much power and how horrible you have to be to do that.

[thefangirlinsideofme]

I've had it till here

if I have to see one more post that goes 'i hope the boys never publicly honour liam as a group because everyone is going to turn it into a reunion and forget it's for liam' I'm going. to go. ballistic.

who do you think you are

honestly, HOPING the boys never express their grief, HOPING they'll never share this with each other where a camera might catch them, HOPING that what? no one ever connects liam to 1d ever again?

they were a GROUP and if these young men who were like brothers to liam would like to fucking honour him at some dumb award show then they sure as fuck can

the boys will know what it means, and liam's family will know what it means, and the right people will know what it means and if YOUR first thought is that people are going to misinterpret it and/or use it for their own fantasies then maybe YOUR the problem

then maybe that says a lot about YOU but not the boys

trolls and asshole fans have always been part of the internet and the world and it fucking hurts my soul how we've come to the point to not share meaningful things or moments openly because oh no what if someone makes it about money, what if someone doesn't get the point, what if people make jokes about it

well fucking newsflash, its gonna happen because the world is a shitty place

but just because there are those assholes around doesn't mean we have to hide what's dear to us

so if there's a performance from one direction to honour their lost brother Liam James Payne then

I'm going to be watching

I'm going to listen to the song

I'm going to take in their words

and I'm going to make it about Liam

[skyrim-forever]

Sujamma Sundas

Thank you @sulphuricgrin for the tag and lovely, eerie scene <3

Tagging: @theoneandonlysemla @bougainvillea-and-saltwater @dirty-bosmer @pocket-vvardvark @changelingsandothernonsense @scholarlyhermit

[This week Sujamma has been brushing up on his literacy. It's hard being a humble Nix-Hound. Reading doesn't come naturally to him, but he's doing his best! This week Sujamma is hoping you will help him learn to read!

Post a favorite scene, favorite sentence, favorite dialogue, favorite anything from any fic you've written! If you haven't written any fic, feel free to share your ideas. If you don't have any, recommend a friend's fic!]

I've decided to share this scene from Chapter 3 of my AU fic These are no times for people like us aka my angsty AU about what if their son grew up without a father. This scene is after an argument between Theodora and her son as he's come home to find a certain mer a bit too close to his mother and Ondolemar is taking what might be the one opportunity he has.

There’s nowhere for Arthano to go, nowhere other than out into the darkness. Howling rain and wind, the waves aggressive from sound alone as the night hides them. So he doesn’t go anywhere, choosing instead to kick at the sand in a feeble attempt to take out the anger. Though the dents he makes are unsatisfying, still so much emotion in him, the young man collapses along the shoreline letting the tears fall in the comfort of the night. The rain added extra deniability if anyone were to see him. The sound of footsteps behind him, not hearing them until they are too close, proves someone is here. 

“Go away Mother, I’ve heard enough from you. You like keeping secrets so keep your thoughts a secret as well.”

“You should not speak to your mother like that.” Him. In spite of the rain, the match inside him is lit again, so is the flames spell he readies as he stands up. 

“Who the fuck do you think you are you fucking piece of shit?” 

“The object of your ire.” What? Again, confusion washes over him. “You are angry at your mother for keeping what I am a secret, you are angry that she would associate with me at all. Further, you are angry at the Thalmor for how your life specifically has been affected, in all of those I am the common denominator. Your ire is with me, not your mother. Keep it focused on me.” Feeling the fire at his fingertips, Arthano agrees. 

“You’re right, you are the problem.”

Magical ability was innate to Altmer, the only thing Arthano really appreciated about that part of him. Where others struggled with the practicals, it came naturally for him. His old mentor Voranil had taught him a lot about conjuration, even more of enchanting which had been his specialty. An old friend of his mother’s Teldryn Sero taught him destruction when the Altmer he looked to as a father revealed his true colours. That had been easy too. All manners of fire and lighting he could make; it felt powerful to do such a thing, being on the receiving end much less so. As he pulls his arm back with the intent to rid himself the problem, the other simply grabs his wrist and lightly twists. Not causing any pain but making the flames dissipate to the younger’s shock.

“What did you-”

“Have you killed anyone?” 

“No…” But you have . 

“Then I wouldn’t recommend picking it up now.” He removes his hand. “If nothing else, be better than myself in that regard.” 

“I am better than you.” 

“Of course you are, already leagues braver than I was at your age. Though I wanted to kill my father, I never put any plans into action; you, however, saw the moment and seized it. Quick thinking, smart.”

It would seem much of what his mother told him was true about the mer in front of him. 

“Your paternal grandfather was not good to his family, he lied, gambled, stole, cheated, had no morality. Your father spent his whole life trying to escape his legacy, replace it with his own.” Maybe they could share this one thing in common, aside from the obvious of their appearance, hatred of their fathers. Now, they could even share the desire to escape their legacy. But it is odd, everything about him was odd, that he commends him for trying to burn him to a crisp, the fact that wouldn’t work due to the heavy downpour doesn’t matter. An attempt on his life was just made and he was… proud of him? Was that what it was? And why does the thought of it ease the weight of the earlier revelation? 

[littlebittyhollowbugs]

Oooh Ghost and Hollow?

Ghost and Hollow

Oooooh boy, I have a lot to say!!!

So, starting off, I hc that Ghost and Hollow are hatchmates born from the same egg. Hollow was able to grow after being taken from the abyss.

Void stills time and growth and because of that, little ghost who spent most of its life in the abyss until escaping not long before the events of the game, did not age.

More on my timeline/time-freeze theory here.

They spent little time together before Hollow was chosen by the king, but their first moments were with each other and deeply impacted them both.

I wrote about this time in my fic, Ink of Void, Quill of Gold, and I'll post those snippets under the cut at the end of this post.

Hollow spent the rest of its life ignoring and repressing all memories and attributed feelings connected to the abyss and its siblings in its attempt to become a pure vessel.

Ghost's memories of Hollow were erased after leaving hallownest, and only a bit of its memory was recovered after returning to its birthplace.

Still even after reliving the climb and watching as its sibling left it clinging to the edge before falling to what might as well have been its demise, Ghost holds no grudge against its sibling.

Knowing what became of Hollow after that, only caused ghost to feel sorrow on its behalf, and further inspired it to rescue its long lost sibling.

Hollow, however, holds a very strong grudge against itself.

After abandoning Ghost, believing it to have died, and then witnessing it's little sibling go through hell to save it despite that,

The amount of guilt Hollow feels and Hollow has always had survivors guilt (just very repressed) concerning its siblings, and especially its hatch-mate, is now even more harrowing.

Now, about that 'betrayal'

I believe Hollow in that moment chose not to pull Ghost up, but also was hoping that Ghost would make it by itself.

It didn't want to appear 'impure' but it did stop and turn around for a reason.

It was waiting to see if it's sibling would make it.

It didn't want Ghost to fall, but it decided against intervening in order to preserve itself.

Hollow was very new to the world, and the world it was born into was especially unfair to all of them. I don't believe there was ever any intention there worthy of holding against it.

(Hollow, though, holds it against itself and refuses to let go.)

While deeply regretful, Hollow is also very appreciative of all of its siblings, Ghost, most of all.

Both for freeing it from centuries of suffering, but also, even more so for freeing the kingdom and at last putting an end to the infection,

More appreciative than it will ever be able to communicate.

(And somewhere underneath all of that gratitude and relief, there is some envy.)

There are all kinds of feelings that both vessels feel concerning each other. Pity, sorrow, jealousy, but in the end, they could never resent each other for anything.

They love each other above all else.

Post-ending relationship:

My ghost is a little guy who does its own thing and is very determined about that thing no matter how important or how trivial.

Not good at being social but gets easily attached to people.

Loves its family and tries its best.

Ghost wants to see its sibling heal and find peace and wants to be a part of that.

Hollow is so so so (ironically) complex.

A stalwart sweetie who's literal every thought and action coincides with intense inner conflict.

Hollow wants to make it up to its family, let them know through any means possible how much it loves and appreciates them, knowing that it's true and what they deserve, while also dealing with ptsd every time it showcases any amount (especially large amounts) of individual thought/expression.

Hollow's whole life revolved around this idea that its own individual thought/expression = failure to save others who will otherwise suffer and die.

Which they did.

So yeah, Hollow desperately wants to offer to its siblings the same amount of affection given, but it's very difficult.

Throughout our post canon series, Hollow undergoes quite a bit of healing, and it becomes easier over time. (The series actually begins months after Hollow's been free, and it's already doing better. Mostly physically.)

Bonding over:

Hollow and Ghost bond over their love of and dedication to knighthood.

They enjoy sparring with eacother. (Their friends + family enjoy watching as its most amusing to watch such a tiny bug so determined to take down a literal giant XD)

Hollow teaches Ghost much of what it learned while training to become the kingdom's greatest knight, (and is inwardly so so happy that its sibling is most interested in the one skill it feels most comfortable engaging in.)

Ghost lowkey thinks Hollow is the most impressive being alive.

Also! they like to battle with their horns the way beetles do! (Which looks especially ridiculous, obviously. Considering their size difference XD)

Other things they enjoy together include:

• Music. Especially their mother's music.

• Nature and the outdoors.

• Collecting little trinkets. (Ghost loves bringing its findings to Hollow to show them off and to share.)

Brotherhood:

The vessels are genderless but both Ghost and Hollow will use masculine titles, especially that of 'brother.'

(On Ghost's part largely inspired by the nailmasters, who in our post-canon series all find eachother again and make up.)

Butting heads over:

Tbh, they'll butt heads over lots of little things. Usually because Hollow is a perfectionist, and both of them are incredibly stubborn.

The only thing that will result in a devastating argument between them would be the subject of the Pale king.

Ghost doesn't hate their father, but it certainly does not care for him and holds some resentments.

Hollow will not hear anything negative about the king. Ever. At all.

Its extremely defensive response to any (often times quite fair) negative judgments of the king and his actions is largely a result of its time spent with the Radiance.

Ultimately, the subject is one the two agree not to discuss around each other.

Tbh, I could continue going into detail about all of this and more, but this response is already long enough XD

(These two mean so much to me!!!)

So I'll end it with these snippets from my fic below the cut:

I forgot to say in the notes on ao3 but Ghost being saved by Hollow (by relying on Hollow's strength to pull it from the egg) was a very intentional detail, meant to parallel Ghost saving Hollow in the future.

Both of them free the other from a black egg !!!

[mournwatch]

Hi again. Long post incoming and I apologize. It's just because I have a lot of thoughts about this, as a trans guy coming at this issue from another perspective. I'm not trying to fight but sort of... sing in reprisal if that makes sense lol. I think that this data could really use the context of how many AO3 authors writing sexual content about transmasc/trans man people are part of our community themselves. Knowing who is invested in writing this content is a crucial part of understanding what these statistics mean. (It's my hypothesis that the majority are trans, but this is not something I have checked.) And if it is majority trans people, I believe what we are seeing is not the sexualization of trans men by chasers or fetishists, but people exploring their own sexuality through a safe outlet in a community where they feel comfortable to do so.

I understand that the actual concern is that regardless of who is writing this content, there is a worry about harm being done by fic perpetuating trans men being burdened with feminizing/ fetishizing stereotypes. We did talk about this before and I remember. I think the perception of this harm is complicated considering that fandom spaces are by nature subcultural, and in mainstream (progressive/liberal) culture lives the inverse stereotype of trans men being held to standards of traditional masculinity. Between these two stereotypes, we are all just trying to find comfort and authenticity and somewhere to see ourselves reflected back.

I struggle to find any representation of gay trans men at all in most mainstream media content, and that is also sparse and tends to focus on adolescents anyway. Like Annie Marks' trans son Ben in the TV series Good Girls. I think the only nonhet romance with a transmasc character that I can think of in a widely viewed TV series was Jim and Oluwande in Our Flag Means Death. It's a vastly underrepresented category when you consider fiction as a whole (which does matter when talking about fandom since these source materials are the primary motivator for fan fiction to exist to begin with.) And that makes me also feel like there's plenty of space for people to fill that void with their own creations and experiences. Especially original content! Something I absolutely love to see.

With this in mind, this is just speculation based on my own experiences, but I don't think this stereotype would be so prevalent if it didn't resonate with people on a deeper level. There is an allure to being irrefutably trans in every way, but still a valued and active player in the fields of romance and sex. And to simultaneously break down the way people need men in society to be but still be seen and respected as a man/transmasc regardless of how many of these signifiers get eroded away. Because in fiction, you can do that, and having that escape is powerful. But yeah, it's worth asking these authors directly about their own thoughts on it. I personally completely understand the demand for this, because the kind of characters that I would make to represent myself and my sexuality almost never make it to TV, film, or games.

It truly is a stressful position to be in to hear about how the very thing that helped me be more comfortable with myself, my body, and my sexuality is the site of pain for other people in the community that I love. And I think a lot of others dont mean to be a source of anguish either. I'm speaking up partially even because I want to soothe some anxieties that might exist about the intentions of the people who write this sort of content who are similar to myself, and put a friendly face to it in a way. I don't know if any of this helped because I know big walls of text are intimidating, but I hope something here was meaningful. Thank you for looking into this data in the first place.

AO3 statistics for trans men

I looked at three main categories of ao3 stats: number of explicit fics, ratio of M/M to M/F fics, and different types of sex listed under "additional tags" (vaginal, oral, etc). There are definitely more things that could be looked at but these are what I focused on.

Explicit rating

At the time I collected these numbers (they've likely already changed, fic authors publish stuff fast) there were 14,221,609 total fics on ao3. Of those, 2,569,913 fics were rated "explicit," or 18.1% of fics. There were 91,487 fics tagged "trans male character," and of those, 43,845 were rated "explicit." That's 47.9% of fics tagged "trans male character."

Nearly half of all fics featuring trans men are explicit, compared to about a fifth of fics overall. This indicates that trans men are heavily sexualized in fandom spaces.

M/M vs M/F fics

For fics in general, there were about 2.0 times as many M/M fics as M/F fics (6,822,062 and 3,439,600, respectively). For fics tagged "trans male character," there were about 6.0 times as many M/M fics as M/F (68,507 and 11,359, respectively).

When filtering for fics rated "explicit," the difference in ratios is even more significant. Explicit fics in general had about 2.2 times as many M/M fics as M/F (1,616,555 and 743,455), while explicit fics tagged "trans male character" had 8.6 times as many M/M fics as M/F (38,490 and 4,489).

Fandoms in general tend to lean more towards M/M relationships than M/F relationships, but this discrepency is much stronger when it comes to trans men, and I'm not sure what the reason for that is. Trans men are more likely to be non-heterosexual than heterosexual, but not necessarily more likely to be attracted to men than women (a lot of trans men are bisexual, pansexual, queer, etc).

Trans male characters are more commonly shipped with men than women, to a greater extent than the overall fandom preference for M/M ships over M/F, and I'm not really sure why, but it's definitely interesting.

Additional tags

For explicit fics tagged as "trans male character," the most popular additional tag by far is "vaginal sex" at 13,685 fics (31.2% of explicit fics tagged "trans male character"). Since this tag doesn't necessarily refer to the trans male character (it could refer to a cis woman being vaginally penetrated by a trans male partner, for example), I filtered for fics tagged as M/M. That resulted in 12,504 fics tagged "vaginal sex," or 32.5% of explicit M/M fics tagged "trans male character."

Overall, for explicit fics tagged as "trans male character," the most common additional tags referring to different types of sex were:

Vaginal sex, at 13,685 fics

Vaginal fingering, at 9,908 fics

Oral sex, at 9,147 fics

Cunnilingus, at 7,712 fics

Anal sex, at 4,590 fics

There definitely are trans men out there who enjoy vaginal penetration/fingering or receiving cunnilingus, and many of the fics tagged as such might be reflective of that fairly common* experience for trans men. That being said, there is a really heavy emphasis on vaginas and vulvas in explicit fics about trans men, and I find that uncomfortable.**

*I think? Unsure how common it actually is

**BEFORE PEOPLE START MISINTERPRETING ME: I'm not saying I'm uncomfortable with trans men who enjoy using their vaginas/vulvas for sex, or the existence of that kind of fic. I'm saying that fandoms in general tend to focus on trans men having vaginas to an extent that I'm uncomfortable with.

[verflares]

(click for higher quality!) draconified link concept ive been chipping away at this past week ..... here's my funny little compendium concept for him:

"A heroic spirit has taken the form of this bestial dragon. Unlike it's kin, this creature exhibits an extremely aggressive disposition. It appears highly territorial, and will relentlessly chase down those who disturb its skywide patrols - of which it seems to be endlessly searching for either a long-time vassal or foe. Unfortunately, it seems the spirit within has long since forgotten exactly who it was looking for…"

[odd-chips]

Here's a big post of some of my doodles of [Cap'n and crew] that I haven't posted yet! Couple are comics, couple are shitposts, you know how it goes.

(Also have some extra character tidbits beneath the cut!)

Cap'n (she/they) has become a Spongebob-adjacent "married to the job" type with sprinklings of "they are not immune to rose-tinted Company propaganda". Cartoonishly loyal to work, she's more upset about lying to the boss about her condition over actually becoming a monster on work time (though she isn't particularly a fan of being a monster, either).

Skeets (she/her) was already implied to be pretty optimistic and curious, but I've doubled down on this. She's constantly curious about entities and the state of her co-workers, asking questions and absorbing new information. She's also extremely lucky when it comes to encountering entities.

Mav (she/him), as implied by her nearly leaving Cap'n behind in the first comic, has become a "I won't hesitate, bitch" bitch. Split second decisions aren't an issue for her, she WILL shoot first and ask questions later. (She also now has a gambling addiction, haha. LOVES betting credits on things)

Kid (he/him) is now Irish. I will not elaborate. He's kind of literally the same otherwise. He's also in major inherited debt because of a Company-caused clerical error, but don't worry about it.

Uh. That's about it, I suppose!

[wickjump]

im gonna start posting fanfic recs btw whenever i find good ones. both here and my (awfully barren) 18+ account. because there are so many good fics out there with so few hits and fewer kudos and sometimes no comments period and it SUCKS because i REALLY LIKE THEM A LOT.. and i hope that by linking them here and yelling at everyone to COMMENT DAMMIT they might actually do it

seriously though any comment means a lot. most people who read a fic don’t even give a kudos. even if the fic wasn’t top tier, if you didn’t dislike it, hand over some kudos!! and if you liked it, comment!!!! even if the comment is one singular heart emoji it will be appreciated. if the comment just says “great fic!” the author will be happy. your comment doesn’t have to be this long winded gushing or analysis.

so many authors quit writing or lose motivation because the comments are few and far in between or just sometimes nonexistent. trust me when i say authors don’t care about how long or cool or smart sounding your comment is i promise!!!

i hope that mmmaybe recommending fics and telling people to comment might help fics i really like get more support maybe. and i, points at you reading this, hope that you will listen!!!at least a little….at least sum kudos….

[anxiously-awaiting]

hi his outfit is a fucking MESS rn but <3 bedi alter for your thoughts

[generic-sonic-fan]

It seems that Eggman has finally had enough of the troublesome E 123 Omega and now seeks to destroy him, permanently. The bot for the job? Metal Sonic. Who do you think would win , with no outside influence?

Or would they be too evenly matched and their fate is mutually assured destruction.

Mutually assured destruction, if a little delayed.

Omega has Shadow and Rouge to avenge him, after all. Metal Sonic does not possess such a privilege.

[miodiodavinci]

i saw that you used to hint at oc stuff on twitter (don't ask me why im digging im looking for zola stuff lmao) why don't you post more about them?

i am simply terrified that if i post oc things online someone will steal the concept and run with it faster and better than i ever could have and then i will be devastated forever and ever

more seriously i have very little to show for any of my oc things (adhd brain making life difficult as per usual awawawawawa) and every time i've shared oc things in the past i've ended up never following up on it and it makes me feel bad and guilty so i've just convinced myself i will Never talk about my ocs until i have something substantial i can put out there

[paradoxlemonade]

Working on a paper about Lacey Games for a college class and I'm thinking so much about Rocio for real, I will absolutely go to bat for her

Rocio they (Grace and Charlie) could never make me hate you

(the paper is not, in fact, about Rocio. She's just my favorite <3)