#I'm not gonna say outright or imply but if you wanna

[radiance1]

danny works for Batman/Bruce and instead of calling him on his cell like a normal person he summons Danny like the devil and they’ve been doing this for a while and Bruce does it in front of the bat kids in the bat cave and their looking at him like he’s crazy but then

Danny pops up from the floor

D: UGH. Yes Brucie. What do you want now? More batrangs? My labor? A car? My SOUL?

Danny does this as he walks over and shakes bat man’s shoulders aggressively actually shaking him back and forth as the kids try and fail not to laugh

Danny is also like 14-17 ish but can’t be adopted because he has the god of time as a guardian

So, is Danny 14-17 or does he just look 14-17?

Or is there some weird time fuckery going on because they're from different dimensions? Or, are they from the same dimension?

I don't know, don't really care, so lets just go with option two for now.

The first time Batman has ever summoned Phantom was legitimately an accident. He was fighting with a wizard who set themselves up in Gotham for nefarious deeds to be done and being him he popped up and tried to stop them.

And he didn't have as much knowledge of fighting wizards back then as he does now, so he was mostly just winging it.

Which somehow accidently ended up in him dragging a ghost from beyond the veil, a ghost that helped him beat up said nefarious wizard because contractual obligations or whatever, or maybe just because he didn't vibe with him.

Who knows, really.

Batman has kept track of the ritual used to summon him, however, because having a ritual like that is both useful and worrying if it ends up in the wrong hands.

A various series of misadventures, crime fighting, and somehow getting himself wrapped up in and the taking down of a wizard syndicate with Phantom.

He has Phantom on speed dial, as in a summoning circle literally drawn onto his cape that he could use on the fly if the situation ever called for it, or he didn't have a way of drawing one.

So, you could say they've known each other for quite a while and have quite a relationship with one another as well. Most of it waws strictly business starting out, then moved onto tentative friendship (mostly on Bruce's part) and then quite the companions.

You try toppling more than one magical organization in your city with a powerful ghost and not become friends by then.

[powderblueblood]

THE BOY IS MINE (POWDER'S VERSION)

delighted to be involved in @carolmunson's eddie challenge because when do i not want to write about the boy! looping in @vvitchwords and @howdidyouallgetinmyroom for no pressure funsies, and you if you're reading this and want to do it. tag me! cw: here you'll find eddie x fem!reader in almost an implied situationship... a little bit angsty, a little bit cosmic, a little bit meta. ambiguous ending! mentions of dick and horniness but no outright smut. wc: 2k

“Ding dong.”

Hey, it’s you! Eddie grins under the flickering porchlight, crossing his arms as he leans against the door frame, paint chips falling. 

“Howdy, little hobo.”

“Tch– what a deeply unflattering and libelous nickname. Can I come in?”

“I don't know, it’s been a while…” he says, smacking his tongue against his teeth, “How do I know you haven’t caught something?”

“Look, can we dispense with the cleverness and give me a ‘y’ or an ‘n’ here? I've had a day.” You prop up the brown grocery bag like an infant against the dip of your hip. “and I brought libations.” 

“Booze?!” Eddie's mouth bounces around the ‘b’ and he ushers you inside with a flourish. “Well, why didn’t ya say so? M’lady, right this way…”

And he’s right, by the way. It'd been a while, just the two of you. He'd been here doing god knows what with god knows who and you’d been up the walls doing a whole lot of nothing. But coming back together, it always felt like putting on an old shoe. Comfortable, reliable, broken in. Eddie watches you breathe in a lungful of the Munson trailer’s fragrant air, top notes of stale cigarette smoke and Beefaroni sparkling alongside Eddie's dark eyes as he hops up on the counter. Barefoot, beatific, lovely as all hell. 

You wag your finger in warning.

“Don’t get comfortable, chicken. I have a very romantic meal planned.”

“Oh, you do, do you?”

“Yeah!” you chirp, digging a bottle of horrible merlot out of the brown paper bag. Thunk. “I brought dessert…” followed by a tub of vanilla frosting. Thunk. “...followed by dessert.” 

Eddie, from where he perches, tries to peer further into the bag. “Where's the rest of it?”

“There’s– what? that’s it.”

“Wine and frosting?”

“I cut to the chase,” you tell him, popping open the can and stepping into the living room, “Whose favourite part of the cupcake is the cake part? Get real.”

“You’re nothin’ if not pragmatic,” Eddie sighs wistfully, slipping back off the counter and casting a glance to the pile of dirty dishes in the sink. He swallows and tacks on, “and that is why I like you so bad.”

Eddie shuffles around the kitchen, looking around for appropriate receptacles with absolutely none in sight. Shouldn’t matter, right? But even after all this time, he’s still trying to impress you. even with how… low maintenance this thing between you is. 

“I ran out of, like, nice cups. Is this okay?”

You stare at the novelty mug he’s holding out to you. Like, really stare at it. 

“I'll bring you my ten dollar-est bottle of wine and you’re gonna make me drink out of the haunted bear chalice?”

That thing is really fucking awful. It’s shaped in a convincing enough impression of a teddy bear, but pockmarked like a peanut shell and staring at you with the milky, demonic eyes of an ancient evil. Where does Wayne find this shit?

“Well, I never know when you’re gonna show up so I never know when I oughta, like, polish the crystal!”

“You’re too busy polishing something else in my absence, I'm guessing.”

Eddie's eyelids lower, his brows quirk, his lips curl over all Don Juan-like. “What happens between me and my buffering rag is none of your business.”

“How come you get the Garfield one?” you poke, gesturing to the bright orange cat shaped thing in his opposite hand. 

“Because it’s my trailer and it’s my party and I'll Garf if I want to.”

“What if I wanna Garf?”

“Tough break, sweetheart.”

“I'm the guest, I should be allowed to Garf.”

“Nope.”

“Please?”

“Nuh-uh!”

“Garf me!”

“If you don’t stop, we’re gonna have a problem,” Eddie says, all-mock glowery and stern. “Take your fugly little bear and pass the frosting.”

You brought red wine because you know how docile and touchy it makes him, and he knows that you know. Eddie relishes in it, that faint berry buzz staining his lips and the outer edges of his brain. He digs another fingerful of frosting out of the container and sucks it right down his gullet, so noisily that it makes you clear your throat. You look up from your end of the couch, from that notebook you’re always scribbling in. He wonders how you can even see, since the only real light source in the living room is from the television blaring Headbangers Ball.

“Oh shit. Am I distracting you?” he says, all mock-coquette, and sucks his finger right down to the hog’s head ring with an exaggerated slurp. “From your investigative journalism or whatever?”

You note something down, pointedly, and shove him in the thigh with your socked foot. 

“Stop trying to seduce me. It’s not gonna work.”

“I'm sorry, Mrs. Robinson.” Eddie's voice is a smooth sing-song with some grumble under the surface, his bared, smiling teeth catching the light of the TV. Jeez. 

“I'm writing the biography of some graceless idiot,” you prod a little further, scribbling on the page just to scribble.

Eddie hikes up in his seat, wine almost sloshing over Garfield's open cranium. 

“I fucking knew it!” he cackles, jabbing a triumphant finger into your calf, “I'm your muse. I'm the reason for which your artistic heart beats. I’m your bottomless well of inspiration–”

“You have frosting on your nose.”

Eddie leans toward you, hand still on your leg. His tongue pokes out and swipes nowhere near his nose. “Did I get it?”

“No.”

Another attempt. “How ‘bout now?”

“Mm-mm.”

His dark eyes round out, pout very much pouting. He's a great pouter. That could be what you miss most about him, when you’re away.

“I think I need help,” Eddie whines.

You scoff, setting down the bear mug and the notebook on the ground. 

“You’re fuckin’ relentless, you know that?”

With a couple of shuffles, you plant your thighs on either side of Eddie's lap and cup the back of his head. He's got a smug little look splashed across his face now, one that you know just how to wipe off. Your tongue licks a smidge of frosting from the tip of his characterful, unforgettable, rideable nose and Eddie's breath hitches. His hands, his fingers cuffed up in silver, dig into your thighs. Your faces, inches apart and his lashes falling as his hips ever-so-gently kick into yours.

“Shit,” he breathes, teeth pressing into his lower lip as his face tilts you-ward. “I’m at your mercy, you know that?”

You wind a couple of his curls around your fingers and Eddie presses his forehead to yours with a hum. He’s so sweet. so eager, even at the first touch. teasing his way into it but immediately losing the fight, already begging for more. 

“You’re missing your show,” you inform him uselessly as his hands move up your thighs. 

“Doesn’t matter,” Eddie tells you, with a hairline crack running through his voice, “It’s only fucking Mötley Crüe. I wanna run Vince Neil over with a ride on lawnmower. This is quelling my rage.”

You pull your head back a little and shake it. “You wait all week for The Ball, Eddie.”

“I wait—…” he nearly chases you as you move from him, neck going stiff. A grin masks the earnestness teeming out of him, but the wine has made it a little more obvious. He doesn’t want to come on too strong, but strong is all Eddie knows. “I wait all week for you.”

Your tongue clucks against your teeth and he kind of can’t stand that pitying way you’re looking at him, and it’s kind of all he ever wants to see again ever forever in his whole life ever. 

“Baby,” you mumble, like it’s stupid, and he knows it.

Eddie’s slowly losing the last fuck he has to give. He chuckles, lightly, desperately. 

“But I do!” he tells you, hands sure on your hips, “I do. I wrote you into a campaign this week, y’know—even though I knew you’d hate it.”

“Mm. Even though I told you not to.”

“Yeah, even though,” he shrugs, defiant. “She's great, though—she’s a creature of the fae that’ll bewitch you on sight. And she bends around the light, appearing and disappearing at will, but you can always kinda feel her there.”

“Like psoriasis.”

“Tchyeah. her flare ups are a bitch to handle.”

“Scabby and painful, just how you like your women.” You sit back a little. He registers.

“Aw. Don’t be like that. That’s not even—...” he runs a thumb along your cheek, more for him than for you. “She just needs some soothing and she’ll be okay.“

“Eddie,” you say, and your tone’s not dark, but it could be, “do me a favour. Don’t immortalise me.”

“Huh?” his brows knit.

“It's not good for you. It’s gonna make you think I'm something that I'm not.”

“But…” 

“But but.”

“But what if that’s the only way I can get close to you?” Again, that facetious look on his face, that sardonic smile that’s masking everything except the spellbound look in his eyes. Dark stars dancing in his irises from the twilight of the TV. “And I really wanna be close to you?”

“Making up stories about me? Living in your own head?” It’s something he’s heard his whole life, but you phrase it soft. But he knows what you mean. “And you like that?” 

“Fuck yeah,” Eddie insists. because it’s something worth protecting, actually. “Have you been outside lately? It sucks.”

You give a little. “Salient point.”

“Besides. You write about me, how is it any different?”

“Well, I write the facts. So I can remember you. You write fantasies, so you can enjoy me.”

Eddie shakes his shaggy haired head. you’re not winning this one. 

“Sorry, smartass, but there’s no way you’re writing objective facts in there. It’’s all gonna be tainted from your point of view,” his clutch on you moves to your waist and he sits up a little straighter, “which, I don’t mind. I like your point of view.” A beat. “I like that you’re seeing me at all.”

“Oh. Eddie.” It’s not as if people don’t, it’s not as if… you know, he has nobody, but the way you dig him is special. The way you dice him up.

“God,” he groans, his forehead sinking into your chest, “How can someone make me so emotional and horny. Not right. Feels like a spy tactic. You workin’ for the opposition, trying to take me down?”

“Yeah, because you’re such hot patriotic property,” your hand pets at the crown of his head, “Who died and made you America's sweetheart?”

“This boner is a betrayal of my countrymen.”

“Try a couple of bars of the national anthem and maybe you’ll calm down.”

Eddie's head pulls back so he can look at you, trying to pull focus from the way his dick is straining in his flannel pants. But, tough shit, crapshoot. He wants to press you into this sofa and rut into you slow, feel the suction of you surrounding him. 

“Why aren’t we doing this again?” he asks, bleary-kinda.

“Because you get too sad when I have to leave,” you say into his curls, “and sometimes I have to leave.”

“So why do you still come here?” and when he asks you this, he doesn’t feel sad. doesn’t feel a cold shock, an empty feeling like you’ve described before. Eddie just wants to know, now, while he’s in the warmth of you. 

“Because… well… no one else is worth writing about right now.”

That's okay. It’ll do. He'll take what he can get from you, even if it isn’t everything. Because what he can get is great. you smile at each other, wineskinned and a little lopsided, and you ease yourself off to cuddle into his side while The Ball plays on. 

“God, those pants really leave nothing to the imagination, do they?”

“What’s that?” Eddie or Vince Neil?

“I can see the full outline of your penis head.”

“And what a glorious sight, you ungrateful degenerate.”

“Never said it wasn’t. It’s a nice shape. But.”

You push a throw pillow into Eddie's lap and he hisses a little. “If you don’t stop…”

“You’re gonna hump that pillow and think of me?”

Eddie's brain staggers alongside the beat of Ride My Rocket by Pantera as it blares from the set, looking at you with a cocked open mouth. “Yes! Obviously!”

[gold-rhine]

(can answer privately if u want)

how did you manage to write enjou stirring shit up. i need to know for Reasons

(Reasons being: i wanna write him doing that as well so i need to know how you figured that specific brand of Manipulation out)

oh, i love talking about Enjou, he's so fun to write.

Okay, Enjou's main rule is that he doesn't *technically* lie. If you've ever written fae with no-lie rules it should be similar. Everything he says should be true, even if he's seemingly joking - like when he tells traveler you never know what can happen in magic rituals, I could turn into a flame-throwing monster haha! He only lies by omission or by using leading questions. He often answers direct questions with his own questions, which lets him evade, or by what he makes look like a joke.

Like in Enka when traveler arrived and asked him who he is, he asked question in return, like Didn't they tell you there's gonna be a priest who will guide you? Traveler went yeah, they did. Enjou was like Great! You can't be expected to learn new language haha! i'm here to help translate.

He didn't say "I'm the priest who Kokomi said will help you," he asked a leading question to make traveler think about the priest with connection traveler trusted, then he didn't directly confirm he IS the priest and instead re-directed to his function "I'll help to translate", which is true!

Enjou's second rule is that he's a little shit and also a corny nerd. Like there's often a boring stereotype of manipulators being cool and sleek and charismatic, but Enjou is not that. He's a jokerified librarian. He consciously acts lame and corny to make the other person underestimate him and roll their eyes. He loves repeating how he's just a weak bookworm. He will go on info-dumping tangents to bury the lead of manipulation.

He also loves playing with his food, burying little inside jokes which only make sense in hindsight, like "I could turn into a flame-throwing monster". He likes doing the weak nerd routine, he enjoys watching the other person feel superior to him, while knowing he's in control of a situation, and he says corny shit on purpose to make it more pronounced. He should sound corny and just a bit unhinged. He says shit like "Exactomundo". I had to physically restrain myself, bc Enjou absolutely would say Exactomundo while watching a man's world crumbling before him, but I didn't want to ruin the tone for the reader.

So, to write Enjou's brand of manipulation you need to first formulate his end-goal, like what is the purpose of this manipulation? I assume you read my fic since you reference me writing enjou stirring shit up, so i'll use it as example of my thought process. One of the examples in my fic, he wants to convince rizzley that Neuvi gave him the title to buy his loyalty. What are the true facts here? Neuvi did fight hard to give rizzley the title, he says it in his own voice lines. What do we need to add? Malicious intent.

Enjou can't say "Your title was a bribe", bc that's a lie. Instead, he starts with "you know what I would do if *I* was the Hydro Sovereign with an ability to take human form? <...>I’d make sure I have people loyal to me in some key positions. Such as Royal Duelist… and the Warden of the Fortress.” It's not a lie, bc if Enjou was a sovereign, he'd probably really do that. On paper, he's talking about himself, but in context of overall conversation it will be obviously extrapolated to Neuvi. This is a form of switching the goal posts from Enjou to Neuvi without outright saying so.

Then, he says true facts:

“He didn’t make me the Warden,” Wriothesley gritted out. 

“No, but he did make you the Duke, didn’t he?” Enjou smirked with a wink. “Our sources say the Court was not thrilled to give the highest noble title to you. And if the Iudex did not throw his own weight behind it, it would have never come to pass. How generous of him.”

It's true, it was actually generous, he doesn't lie. But in context of previous implied accusation, it will be read as sarcastic, as saying it was done with selfish reasons.

And then he reinforces with “Ah, you’re starting to get it, don’t you?”, which is a leading question that again, doesn't say anything false outright.

he should also offer the person hes manipulating to beat him up repeatedly, bc hes a freak.

[thathalguy]

Yall I'm going kinda theory-insane over here.

I was watchin some EPIC: the Musical reaction/analysis content cause I found a couple guys I enjoyed and went on a little binge watch, as you do. (Mortius and CF Reacts if you wanna check em out)

They're watching the livestreamed animatic of Thunder Bringer and during the part where Odysseus hears Penelope singing to him Mortius pauses and says something about the vision of Penelope that catches my interest. He says Jorge has posted some info about this moment in his Patreon-exclusive channel on the Discord about what this Penelope illusion actually is, but because it's something only shared for Jorge's Patreon supporters he won't say it outright. In another video they're reacting to Neal Illustrator's Thunder Bringer animatic and again in this scene he mentions this Patreon-exclusive knowledge "The yellow. Is this Zeus to him? I know that's not canon." which just sends my little theory brain spiralling.

So I've been mulling it over for a few days and I've thrown some ideas at my wife, sharing my thoughts which I'm gonna share with yall now.

Upon first watching the livestream I thought the illusion of Penelope was made by Zeus to make Odysseus more torn between his choices. Y'know, toying with the mortal kind of thing. But if it's not Zeus, then who's making Odysseus see Penelope in the sky? Let's look at how she appears in the animatic.

A gap in the storm, illuminated in yellow light. She looks like the sun breaking through the clouds. And who in the canon animatics is tied to yellow besides Zeus? Apollo. Who wears a sun-shaped earring because he's the SUN god.

"But the sun god is Helios!" you might be saying, and you're right. Depending on the storyteller, Helios OR Apollo is the sun god. And when they're on the sun god's island, they never actually name WHICH sun god it is. Eurylochus says "this statue, the god of the sun, don't know where its from" implying that the statue could be either one. And the story of Helios's cows being killed by Odysseus's crew is also attributed to Apollo's cows.

"Another story is in Homer's Odyssey where Odysseus and his men, despite Zeus' warning, devour Apollo's herd."

Now, why would Apollo be showing Odysseus his wife in this moment? That's where my theorizing comes in, and full disclaimer: I'm notoriously bad at getting my theories right, so who knows if I'm even close. But this is what I've come up with as Apollo's reasoning.

Apollo would have known the crew was on his island talking about killing his cows. He's literally the sun, he sees a lot from up there, and Odysseus is tied to his statue, which could also be used as a way to listen in and keep watch over the herd. He would have heard Odysseus begging the crew not to kill the cows, to not anger the gods, and when Eurylochus kills it anyway, of course there's going to be consequences. But Apollo knows it's not Odysseus's fault, he was wounded, tied up, and at the mercy of a mutiny, he couldn't do anything to stop it beyond his words. Wouldn't you have a little sympathy for the man trying to keep your cows safe and unharmed?

And let's also touch on the fact that Apollo's argument in God Games seems pretty weak and unimportant. He's upset some sirens are dead, and he gives in pretty easily, hardly any reluctance or hesitation. As the sun god surely he'd be much angrier about his cattle being slaughtered, right? But Odysseus was the only one who was trying NOT to kill the cow. He's the first challenge, Level One, and by presenting such a shallow (ha) issue, he's allowing Athena an easy victory toward her goal. Also he calls him Ody, not Odysseus.

By showing Odysseus his wife, Apollo swayed his decision to have Zeus kill the crew, the ones who actually did wrong.

[one-and-a-half-yikes]

Im gonna be honest i think we need to understand how oswald's and fanny's relationship REALLY was, because its clear that they both describe it with still personal very very strong feelings and they do run head first into that Unreliable narrator territory often enough to make me belive theres something big missing a invisible elephant in the room if you will

Fanny says oswald betrayed her

While oswald says she was extremly toxic and wants her away (yet he still pulled all that shit at the dance like bro she was litellary just having fun at an even that you just so happened to be at Then you walked up to her asked her for a dance and acted like she was the devil and started accusing her)

And while both these things could be true in sense we need to know HOW, how was fanny toxic? How did oswald betray her? We have a silloute of a picture but not the frame or the pieces

Also I do seriously wonder how was fanny toxic to oswald? It all was very very long ago and while fanny's personality could be mirroring her now but She didnt have all the experience she has now she had to be diffrent from how she's now

(Also I truly belive oswald definitley fucked up in some way too and we don't know it yet like she had multiple boyfriends but oswald stucks out and not only that but even the thought of him angers her, it could be because if we look at the timeline he could be her first boyfriend or alternativley her ticked out of bad home life like you said but I do think there has to be more to it especialy since again we don't know that much about how he was all that time ago...but we do know fanny likes to ignore neon red flags)

Sorry for the long ask oh my i didnt mean to write it so long I hope you don't mind my mid analisis in your ask box but you did say you wanna talk more about fanny so

ヾ (‘∀ `*)

Honestly I don't mind people hitting my askbox up with analyses or their own takes on certain parts of IM I live for this and I WOULD like to interact with the Inky Mystery fandom more on tumblr cause most of the time I'm hanging out with everyone on discord, but it's nice to talk on here too lol

I'm gonna guess you're asking for my opinion on this?

I don't know if I would describe them as both being unreliable narrators, because from my knowledge Oswald has never divulged to anyone about his relationship with Fanny so we don't really know what his whole perspective on the matter actually is. We don't know if he thinks he was innocent throughout the relationship or if he acknowledges that they were both toxic and bad for each other. What we know is that Oswald was the one who dumped Fanny not the other way around and that means something to me at least.

Fanny on the other hand...I would definitely call her an unreliable narrator when this is how she's describing the breakup:

If you were to only hear from Fanny's side of things you could be convinced that Oz was having an affair with Ortensia on the side during his relationship with Fanny. But this isn't the case, and there's nothing from Fanny's side to provide evidence that this was the case. Not to mention that she's implying that Ortensia seduced Oz into breaking up with her so she could replace her. Calling her an unreliable narrator here doesn't even cut it she's just outright lying about two people who haven't really done her wrong.

But this isn't the first time either. In another chapter she makes a bunch of accusations against Oswald again.

Accusations, that again, are not proven to be true. We got Oswald's perspective during the Far Far West arc and anything pertaining to Fanny never came up. He never talked to anyone about it. He never talked to Cuphead about it. Hell, he didn't even talk to Cuphead at the group date either.

We've only had Oswald make one real accusation against Fanny from when they were together and it was in response to an accusation that Fanny made about him. We have no idea whether Oz is telling the truth or not, but I also have no reason to see why he'd lie. I don't think Fanny is lying to cover up anything, I think she's so bitter about the break up it doesn't occur to her that Oz breaking up with her wasn't to spite her or anything. Yes it hurt and it sucks the way her life turned out after the break, but that's not Oz's fault. He's not responsible for that.

All in all, I think it's good to have an open mind about their relationship, but we also have to look at the facts and the facts show that it's not on equal ground. One person is spreading rumors or fabrications and the other hasn't said a word about the situation to anyone.

Hell, even at the group date situation, Oz approached Fanny to call her out on her behavior but he could have just as easily gone straight to Cuphead and warned him about Fanny and her past. Oswald keeps what happened between them to himself and those he knows best. Fanny has openly talked shit about both Ortensia and Ozzy in front of other people casually without consideration for privacy.

The whole thing regarding why Oswald angers her so much whenever she thinks about him. I have ideas, and I feel like I'm right on the money but I want to wait and see before making a big meta post about their relationship. M shared something juicy on the discord and I am very excited when we get to see it!!!

Also THANK YOU for the ask!! This was nice I'm glad I got to gush about these two some more because I often don't lol

[v4mptoru]

You don't even know my name do ya? pt. 2

Character/Fandom: Gojo Satoru/Jujutsu Kaisen

Summary: Although the very much well known Gojo Satoru has a ton of girls on his tail, his (six) eyes only seemed to be only on you.

Content(s): Implied fem!reader, cursing, Gojo actually being smitten while reader is outright confused and creeped out, Geto playing wingman and cringing at Gojo anyway, Shoko and Utahime being your gossip buddies, mentions of masturbation.

<<previously

It was no doubt that Gojo Satoru, was a certified clown.

Currently he was getting dragged by Suguru somewhere where you couldn't see him, he felt his ass hurt after getting plopped onto another bench by his big-eared friend.(/j)

"Satoru you dumbass!" The ravenette exclaims in exasperation as he massaged his temples, as if the stress couldn't get his eyebags any worst.

"hey! what's the big deal? you said I should talk to her!" Satoru huffs out as he fixes his crooked sunglasses and crosses his arms at his best friend.

The boy sighs at the blue-eyed boys stupidity for the 29739283928th time since they met. "stupid! you're the one that likes her, and i'm just here to help you, not to be your guinea pig!" "well what the hell was I supposed to say? you're the one that pushed me to her? I panicked!"

And of course, people were staring at the two losers bickering, but truth be told. Who knew that Gojo, who had tons of girls running after him, would be failing at trying to woo the girl he's interested in?

-

You were currently still with the gals, the three of you were heading to some karaoke spot that Utahime really wanted to go to, dragging Shoko along with her while you were following right behind them.

You were currently dazing off into the distance as you continued to walk with equal pace with your two friends, thinking about the events that occurred just a few minutes ago while you sucked on a lollipop,

"...rlie.. irlie... GIRLIE!" Utahime's voice boomed in your eardrums as you flinched and almost choked on the candy, "girl! holy shit! you were about to hit a lamp post!" the girl exclaimed as the brunette beside her nods along.

"were you thinking of something?" Shoko asks as she pulls out her phone, seemingly caring and uncaring at the same time while Utahime snatches her phone out of her hands and slides it in her pockets.

"yeah! what's up with you? you've been like this since earlier!" Utahime asks as she raises a brow at you, taking out the lollipop you've been sucking on and throwing it on a nearby trashcan.

"y'know the guy from ea—" "no." the girl cuts you off as she drags you and Shoko with her inside the karaoke bar with a deadpanned expression.

"oh c'mon! you can't even let m–" "please shut up." "fine!" you grumbled in annoyance, as you let yourself get dragged into the bar while Shoko just giggles.

"don't even ask her about it, ask me instead.. I can share some juicy gossips to you about that guy." the brunette whispers to you with a smirk.

"you know those two?" ".....no." "I can smell the lies from here." "that's just the cigarettes." "what are you two fussing about?" the girl who dragged thy asses into a private karaoke room asked with a stern look.

"nothing." You and Shoko instantly replied, "okay, let's just sing 'Bring me to life' by Evanescence or something, the both of you makes me wanna become an edgelord."

-

"You think she'll give me her number?" "don't know don't care." the boy groaned under his breath as he leans back on the couch, placing an open magazine over his face.

Satoru whines at his best friends lack of tact, "c'monnn... throw me a bone here! I wanna know what you think!"

"I think I don't want to, and I think she doesn't wanna give you her number neither." Suguru grunts at Satoru, "In that case, i'm gonna continue to masturbating to Waka Inoue."

"oh my fucking god stop." The ravenette snaps, raising a hand to smack Satoru on the back, "Yeowch!" the white-haired boy shrieked. "This is why your ex-girlfriends dumped you." Suguru sighs as he sits back down while Satoru gasps, "buddy you did not!" he pouted as he slouched on the couch beside his best friend.

"If you want her number, then YOU ask, stop asking me to be your wingman, I have curses to feed." Suguru grumbled, "fine! if I manage to get her number, you owe me a Waka Inoue poster." "I hope she fucking throws you in a ditch."

"I'm serious! you owe me one!" Satoru wails as he gives a series of soft punches onto the other boys arm.

6:03 pm

"I'm never letting the you sing again." You mumbled under your breath as you looked at Shoko with a 'what the actual fuck?' expression, "agreed." Utahime chimes in as she raises a hand.

"I literally never asked to be here." The brunette simply states as she lights up another cigarette while the three of you walk out the karaoke bar after hearing the deafening screeches of Shoko's attempt at covering a Nirvana song.

"Kurt Cobain didn't die for this shit." You retorted as you crossed your arms, Utahime just chuckles at the two of you bickering, "okay, but where the hell do you guys wanna go next?" the girl asks, "I wanna go home." "for real." "tsk, well that's something both you and Shoko can agree on" Utahime huffs as she scowls.

"it's 6pm!" You replied, "I wanna plop down on my bed already! maybe go on MySpace too." you added, oh how you wish to be at home, in front of your computer posting a few updates on your MySpace account, "You're not even a scene kid! 2chan is way better!" Utahime argued,

"You don't do anything on your wall besides sharing pictures of stars though." "2chan still on top!"

"Suguru, can you push me harder onto her..?!"

You suddenly felt a heavy weight pushing you over, Utahime and Shoko immediately catching you before your face hits the pavement, "Oh my god what the fu-" but before you could finish, you get cut off by another voice, "my god i'm so sorry, anyways.." Oh shit! it's the white haired twink from earlier!

You stared up at the unknown guy, while Utahime just looks like she's ready to bark from behind you, "hey! it's the cute girl from earlier!" the boy remarked as he examines you up close, now if you could smell bullshit, this boy would've been stinking, he's obviously acting.

"Oh, it's you." You deadpanned, before turning your head to look back at Utahime, who which was already getting dragged by Shoko already to a safer distance from you and the boy.

"So uhm, do I know you?" You asked, as you turned to look back at the guy, "no, you don't, but you will." he smirks and shoots you a wink, in to which you cringed at.

"okay, so.. who're you?" You asked once again as you tilt your head slightly to the side, he gasps, mocking an offended expression, "you must be living under a rock! i'm the one and only Satoru!" he exclaimed proudly as he puts both hands on his hips and puffs out his chest.

"okay..???" "okay? okay! okay... give me your number!" he yaps, you covered your ears, why must he be so loud, at night too.

"oh my god please shut up." You groaned, "Give me your number first puh-lease!" Satoru pleads as he gets on his knees while clasping his hands, practically begging onto you like he was Lucifer begging for God's forgiveness.

"how'd you even find me?!" "I'm not telling you that."

"You don't even know my name, do ya?" You questioned as you shot him an unamused look, in which he just blankly stares at you, blinking a few times before nervously chuckling, "I-I was gonna ask, don't worry." He muttered sheepishly as he grins widely at you.

"it's [Y/n]" you replied instantly, his form immediately perking up while his vibrant blue eyes light up. "Nice!" He says as he gives you a thumbs up, "now give me your number." "no.'

You see him immediately slouching down as his grin falters into a look of disbelief, "eh?! why?" he asks.

'On god, I don't know you." you sighed, meanwhile, Suguru just facepalms at his best friend's stupidity.

It didn't take an idiot that long to know why someone wouldn't wanna give them their number, yet here's Satoru, sulking, because he couldn't get her number, AND most importantly, he can't get the Waka Inoue poster.

An idea then suddenly pops up in his mind as he immediately stands up straight again. "what about a date?" he asks, a bright smile plastered on his face, eyes glistening with hope, everything was so bright you had to squint your eyes when looking at him, even his dark ass shades can't reflect back the amount of light this man was radiating,

now you can't deny that, can ya? this man wants you and he'll do everything in his power to have you, and the poster he had on the line.

"o-okay, jeez..." you muttered softly as you covered your eyes with the back of your hand, Satoru just beamed even more. "then it's a date!" He happily exclaims as he ruffled your hair.

You softly smiled at him, although he was an absolute man-child, he was a cute one, maybe you will give him your number after this.

[frantic-fuck]

Snakelet - Chapter 5 (cont'd)

@augusnippets Day 8 - Protective Caretaker, with an undertone of Found Family

Word count: 518

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Content: Post-torture injury, implied lab whump, caretaker doing their best for whumpee's sake, when the caretaker is takered care of

Honestly I just wanted to follow the last snippet up bc I like writing Zop lmao

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Seeing as Janessa's 'forgotten' to free Zop from the operating table, they do their best to make themself comfortable — not an easy task in her presence, even without restraints. "And just how d'ye plan on fixin' him up, eh?"

She looks at them like they're an idiot. So, the same as she always does. "I'll commission a healer, and he'll be good as new."

"D'ye really think that's it?! He's bein' tortured, for fuck's sake! Get ye the best healer in the world, it's not gonna fix his mental scars!"

"Of course not. That's your job." She boops them on the snout, hurriedly drawing her hand back when they snap their jaws with the full intention to bite her finger off. ...Probably why she's left them tied down. "I expect that he'll be perfectly capable of going back to normal within... a week, let's say. I'm sure you can manage that. You want him obedient as much as I do."

"Oh, fuck off. We both know yer not gonna ruin yer little deal over somethin' out of his hands. Yer damn lucky he'll let this slide." They flex their leg, instantly regretting it when agony washes over them anew.

"Fine. Then I'll take it out on him instead. I'm sure he'll have plenty of fun new buttons to push. Is that better for you, Zop?"

They snarl, refusing to admit defeat outright. "Fuck you. Never said I wasn't gonna try. I'm used to fixin' yer mess, anyway."

"This is not my mess."

"Don't ye start, it's yer fuckin' fault he—"

With narrowed eyes, Janessa dismisses them, responding from outside the gem as Zop collapses into Maya.

"Clearly, he didn't adequately salvage your mental capabilities. We'll have a discussion about that when he returns."

"Meh meh meh, I'm a little bitch, I am." Zop sneers weakly, more concerned with the blood pouring down their leg. "Ye think we can clean this up? Don't want him fussin' over me when he gets back."

"...Let us worry about that after we stop the bleeding, yes?"

"Aye, right. Help me there, will ye?"

With Maya's help, Zop staggers to the crack in the floor, which they've made considerably wider this past week. Solstice places a hoof on the crack and faer horn on Zop, and slowly but surely, their leg closes up.

They carefully flex it and suck in a pained breath. Still hurts like a bitch, but at least the blood's staying inside.

"Good enough. Now I can—"

"Sit down, is what I assume you are going to say, correct?"

Zop squints at Maya, who stares back up at them, and eventually sighs in defeat. "'Course. Don't wanna open it back up, anyway."

Satisfied, she helps them lie down comfortably on the jouch while Solstice addresses the other janimals about 'jleaning jhe jlood.' They prop their leg up on the jouch's arm with a groan.

"Dunno how he manages to deal with her all the time."

"She does not stab him, for one."

Maya plops her furry head on Zop's chest, and they stroke her soft, denim fur.

"Aye. Lucky me."

[dorylinae-supremacy]

Ìf you could pick one story of yours who's characters you could meet and talk to who would you pick (like phill In a fluffy fic would be a sweet neighbour but a dark phill would be like you sure you need your kidneys mate)

Personally I'm fine with any as long as dark sbi arnt asking me how much I drink and if my kidney is weak lol

I have almost 20 fics so bear with me lmao. We're gonna take a real long walk on this one. Also I'm only counting ones I've posted because otherwise that feels like cheating.

Long rambles below cut!

I think I'd have the best chance of survival with one of my STH inspired fics but that feels like cheating too. STH Techno can do no wrong and I'll always stand by that.

Honestly this with most my fics would probably be hell lmao. While the DSBI I write aren't usually outright aggressive they're more than a little loopy and would just find a reason to off me probably.

AFN and any Four Seasons fic are immediately off the list. Afn Techno might currently be a sweet little angel but I wouldnt wanna meet him after he's finished his change. AFN Phil goes without saying.

Even if I was meeting Techno at the current point in the story I don't think I'd survive since Phil really wouldn't take well to a random stranger talking to his kid. There's also Kristin but she is absolutely horrifying to meet so thats another no from me.

Four seasons would imply the existence of fae and I think I'd disintegrate in an environment like that. Also four seasons Phil is terrible and just sadistic. Believe it or not but he's playing nice with neo trio in those fics. I wouldn't want the chance to ever meet him.

Seeing as I'm working on a fic where ILMG Techno kills a neighbour for being irritating I don't think I'd ever wanna meet him. ILMG Phil and Wil could be fine but they're not fleshed out enough for me to really know.

I think I'd have an alright time in BFOB though. Its just the DSMP modified so I could have a passive chat with Tommy or Phil and that could be alright. Same goes of IDFR, thats a more accurate version of the DSMP and I don't think that'd be too terrible.

ODDO Phil could be nice to meet as well. He was just a sweet, lonely guy that lived by the seaside. He probably had a pretty fun life before that since I like to think he travelled. If this is post-horsing though then I'd have to pass.

ELTY, SGFA and EST are all royalty AU's so I'd have to pass on them as well. While Wil is skrunkly in them, his family is very much not and they totally abuse their power in their respective universes.

That all leaves me with DELG, Henchman and Harbingers to sift through.

Don't Ever Let Go could be fine. Its a superhero AU and talking to Kristin or Phil wouldn't result in immediate death. I brush over it in MBMB but Phil is passively friendly to everyone and people like him pretty decently.

Kristin does go off on a lot of 'work trips' but after acquiring twinsduo that cuts down. She's a villainness but whether its justified or not, I haven't decided yet. Its not as much fun when the narrative is 'the heros are the real bad guys'.

Its more interesting for me when the villains are villains and do bad, unjustifiable things. Makes more complex characters too, at least in my opinion. Either way I think she could be fun to meet but given the fact that they put up the facade of 'very normal boring family' I don't think it'd go anywhere too fun.

Henchman is probably off the table tbh. Techno would instantly try and shank me for money, Wilbur is a rich little asshole and I'd just wanna fight him. Phil could be ok but since his power is 'death upon touch' I'd be playing with fire.

Sure, he's more of a crime boss than steryotypical villain, but I think meeting him would just make him think I'm a cop or something. I don't think he'd believe the 'I'm actually your creator' story.

Harbingers could be fine as well. Phil is just an insane man and neo trio are more of a passive thing than an active threat. I haven't fully fleshed out their personalities yet (besides Phil and Kristin) but I don't think they'd instantly try and murder me.

They're kinda like a physical manifestation of poison, staying around them will just slowly kill you. I haven't worked out exactly how it works but meeting them would have me walking away with various health problems probbaly.

Phil could be fun though. But he is completely delusional and will become violent if you try break what he sees as his reality. That man belongs in a ward but instead he's been adopted back by his eldritch family.

I think in the end I'd go with ODDO Phil since he's a pretty chill dude. Even in the sequel I'm working on, he's much calmer than neo trio when it comes to murder. If it's pre transformation then he'd just share little stories with me and bake me some lamb based dish.

Post transformation would be less friendly but not outright hostile, he'd be more confused about how I knew so much about him than anything. He'd probably just brush it off as some kind of magic stuff though since he's cool like that.

[defectivegembrain]

Sorry, but...I can't be the only one who just doesn't understand why everyone is so in love with Jeff and Abed's dynamic, right? Like yeah they have some nice moments, but like...the way Jeff views Abed has always gotten under my skin.

Yeeeeeaaaahhh. Okay so I wanna talk about this. And I'm gonna put a warning here, if anyone reading this is like a huge Jeff fan you might wanna skip it. Because I got some shit to say, and it's not complimentary. And I do not want to start a fight with anyone, I just...yeah I got opinions on this. And to anon too TL;DR is I completely agree.

So everyone talks about season six and yeah that was the worst of it, but honestly that didn't just come out of nowhere. Jeff's treatment of Abed in season six is the culmination of a tendency that has always been there. Jeff has never consistently treated Abed well. The calling him a computer, telling him to shut up, repeatedly dismissing his ideas and interests...yeah. It sucks.

And honestly it seems like Abed stuck up for himself more earlier on, like with the "I know I'm not Batman, you could try not being a jerk" and the "I know the difference between reality and TV" thing. The first time Jeff calls Abed a computer, Abed responds by revealing that he's figured out Jeff and Britta are sleeping together. He acts like he's playing along, and then says something Jeff decidedly was not looking for. Like okay you want a computer? I'll show you a fucking computer.

But later on, he stops doing that stuff. Jeff calls him a computer, he nods and does what he wants. He stops confronting him and just takes the insults. Which makes sense, I mean if someone you generally like and even look up to just sometimes attacks you with these snide little remarks...you might decide to put up with it. If someone repeatedly implies or outright states that you're not human, it's easy to start believing them. Especially if you've been treated similarly before. At least he's not shoving him in a locker, right?

So by the time of season six, they have this dynamic where Jeff knows he can take his issues out on Abed and get away with it. And it gets to the point where he can hit him and yell at him and say he's only pretending to not know what's real, and there are no real consequences. And he can choke him (admittedly not realising how badly he was hurting him but still) and then Abed will freaking comfort Jeff. A fully established adult having a tantrum over his ego, abusing a much younger, autistic, mentally ill man, and then relying on said man for emotional support. I just. This is a comedy.

Like yeah, there are some nice moments. Earlier on there's even some moments where Jeff is the nicest to Abed (like being the only person to realise it's messed up to force him to change to appeal to girls). And there's definitely something interesting in the dynamic. There's parallels in their abandonment issues and such, and I think Abed makes Jeff uncomfortable for reasons that have to do with repression and vulnerability. And I guess it's meant to be pretty clear that Jeff is deeply unwell. But it's no excuse. And it's heartbreaking to watch.

[watermelons-dont-grow-on-trees]

Marci's Drabbles pt. 2

Acceptance letter

a short little drabble, one of a kind in my writing, because a character actually gets to be happy and free, after a little angst of course, enjoy <3

takes place roughly a month and a half after the previous drabble

masterlist

TW: implied captivity, drug use/addiction mention, caretaker leaves? how do I even tag that

She'd sent the application in months ago, almost forgot about it, until like five minutes earlier, when she opened the letter.

An acceptance letter.

"Dear Ms. Reed" it read "Congratulations! We're pleased to offer you admission to..."

Tricia teared up she could barely see the letters. She saw the emblem of the institution on the stamp on the envelope before she even opened it.

She was finally going to do what she'd been dreaming of. And her less than ideal - and highly illegal - side hustle had got her to a point it wouldn't be a problem to go.

She couldn't keep her voice even as she called her parents, she started sobbing immediately after they picked up. Scaring the hell out of them that something was wrong at first.

After she managed to explain, their tears of joy matched hers at the other end of the line. They promised to come over as soon as they got ready to celebrate.

...

She didn't realise just how many things needed to be done before she moved a couple states over.

After finally packing up her stuff in the small studio she rented, she'd taken all of it over to her parents', who ever since she'd moved out took over the room that used to be hers comfortably, so there was barely any space for her.

She found a nice little apartment just off campus, where she had to wait a couple of weeks to start taking her things to.

And then there was Wesley, who she hadn't really contacted yet. Tricia lamented over it for a while. As people, they got closer to each other in the past few weeks, not that she suddenly found something to like about him, but they spent a lot of time together. Tricia was only doing it for Marci, but was helping the man out by proxy as well. As employer and employee, it was going to be a rough conversation. She counted on their unfortunately close relationship to convince him not to outright refuse to let her go or kill her. She expected him to demand some form of compensation or something akin to that.

However much she trusted her intuition, she changed phone numbers, had her car repainted and replaced the licence plate after she filled out a bunch of forms and had a tedious phone call with some insurance person.

She walked to Wesley's for the last time, with a plan she kept reciting in her head over and over again even as she walked up to the porch.

She knocked and as always, Wesley opened the door. He frowned, confused.

"I wasn't expecting you today" he stepped aside, giving her way to walk in. He had learned from his earlier mistakes, that she would knock a shoulder into him if he didn't do so.

Tricia walked in, confidently, and turned around when he closed the door behind him.

"I quit" she steeled herself. His confusion just grew, twisting his face into an almost cartoonish expression.

"What? But what about-" he started.

"I came to say goodbye to Marci" she interrupted harshly. If she gave him a chance to talk she might never get through this conversation. "I'm moving away, I'm going to college."

"You can't just up and leave!" he barely found his voice, so what was supposed to be an angry shout only formed as a surprised plead.

"I'm not gonna narc on you, don't worry, I don't wanna end up behind bars for any of this."

"So- what? You- you'll what, work? Just go into debt paying for a worthless-"

"Not gonna work on me. You also went to college, asshole, I saved up enough. So... this is goodbye. Where is Marci?" Wesley, gestured towards her bedroom door, clearly taken aback.

"She's pretty out of it though" was the only thing he managed to say before Tricia left him standing in the entryway.

"Hi, honey" Marci was years older than her, but she couldn't help using the term of endearment. She smiled when she recognised her. She sat on the floor, with her back against the foot of the bed.

"Hey" she greeted, then her eyes trailed back to the curtains that hung over window that moved gently in the breeze coming through. She was mesmerised by it.

"I came to say goodbye to you" Tricia stood awkwardly in the doorway. It wasn't that the sight upset her, she was almost completely desensitised to it by then, but having to have this conversation, which Marci might not even remember upset her.

"Oh, why?" she didn't look at Tricia.

"I'm moving away to college" she wiped a tear away that managed to spill over her waterline against her best efforts not to let it.

"Hmm, college" Marci repeated. She definitely won't remember this, she noted sourly.

"Will you be okay here?" she asked and touched the little piece of paper she wrote her new number on for her. It burnt a hole in her pocket as she heard his footsteps get closer behind her. She didn't intend to give it to Marci anyway, but still brought it as some sort of reassurance that she could.

"I don't know" She wanted nothing more than to cry and run away, as far away from this place as humanly possible. And she feared if she didn't turn back immediately she might never leave. So she did and ran into Wesley's chest.

"Watch where you're going at least" he groaned.

"Sorry... Please take care of her" she looked up at the man with a fresh wave of tears brimming in her eyes.

"Of course, I will" Tricia didn't find that reassuring in the slightest.

"No, I mean, get her off the stuff and I don't know, help her build a life or something" She looked away, embarrassed that her words got jumbled up, and came out all wrong.

"That's- okay, whatever" he shrugged.

"Promise me?"

"That's stupid"

"Promise me"

"Okay, I promise. Are we good?" Tricia nodded. "Then go. Before I change my mind about letting you"

She was out the door before he finished the sentence and didn't dare look back.

[justagrin]

smth i shoved into a discord group specifically for people to talk about SA (tw for implied csa/rape/incest)

oooof one of my friends disclosed to me that (tw sa & incest) their dad SA'd them (at least once? idk if its a reoccuring thing i didnt ask any questions n they understandably clammed up n changed the subject n i said "hey if you ever need to talk about anything i have similar experiences" but oh boy is it lowkey triggering that stuff for me rn. idefk if my stuff counts as sa tho. like i know my dad sexualised me a lot like verbally as a kid and i remember being disgusted all the time and i remember being fucking terrified of him all the time even when he didn't seem to be doing anything. and i remember him often saying or doing stuff and i'd just think to meself "ok we're repressing that!" (unsurprisingly i don't remember what actually prompted that). i dont have any memories of him touching me but i have some of someone touching me and the way i react to certain sexual situations is sus as fuck, but honestly those could be two entirely different things but idk! idk. i just remember telling my mum that all the stuff he said made me uncomfy and predictably got told i was "overreacting" and that it was "normal" which turned into "he just doesn't know when something's inappropriate" and honestly thats the closest to closure i'm ever gonna get but whatever. anyway the dots aren't connected enough to me to outright say i relate and im sure as fuck not ready to actually talk about it to anyone irl but yeah. idk where i was going with this tbh. i have a notebook of stuff from my childhood related to that^ (from when i've remembered them, but most of the stuff in the book i can't remember unless i read it over again) and my friends who've seen it have reacted with pretty strong disgust but idk. my entire childhood was that & gaslighting myself into thinking i was overreacting (which btw!! lead to me getting SA'd and harassed so many fucking times as an adult!!!) so it was normal to me pfft and counsellors i've shown it to all refuse to give me a solid answer bc they don't wanna "risk giving me false memories") but agghhh. one thing i definitely remember is whenever i had discharge or my period in my teens i'd just. want to cry and shake and curl up and errrrrrrmmmmmmm thats not normal lol. something was definitely wrong there but idk if i'll ever fucking be able to figure out what that is.

ok yeah i dug the notebook out again and (same tw's as above, just kind of graphic and intense) yeah theres a bit in there about him crawling into my bes and i was freaked the fuck out so i just ran out of the room and when i told my mum i was told it was "normal". and theres a bit where i was 14 and drew art based on the song pantsu nugeru mon (lit: i can take off my panties) bc i was 14!! i wasn't THINKING anything secxual!! it was a song about growing up to me! so my dumb ass showed my dad bc i was proud of the art itself and he got really weird and intense and close and was like "what are you going to do when you take off your panties?" which. ew. gross. fuck off. oh and that one time i fell asleep on the sofa and i guess i had a sex dream or smth which i didnt think anything of until my dad randomly got intense and weird again and asked if i "had any interesting dreams" that night (which he never usually does ffs). oh and he fully called ma tease relatively recently actually, and said i should call my (now ex) boyfriend "daddy", has referred to himself as my "daddy" in THAT godawful tone and makes frequent BDSM jokes towards his sister which is just an example of the verbal shit i had to put up with and idk how anyone in the room when it happens can excuse it but to them i guess its one weird thing he said they can brush off bc they don't realise i had to hear it CONSTANTLY and deal with what he DID to and they didn't see the scary moments. i also remember reading a magazine article about incest/csa when i was like 11ish?? and idk WHAT it triggered but my absolute fear of my dad/older men in general kind of started after that and my mum always said it was reading the magazine that did it but bro i dont think one thing like that can elicit a decade or so of consistent fight or flight mode I think my body remembered stuff that I can't.

Jesus fucking christ thats the most concise way i've ever actually described that. idk if anyone can relate or anything. also honestly now that he's been relatively "good" for a few years now in terms of how he speaks to me i don't really get the fear response anymore. and i'm dependent on him for finances and medical stuff so its. whatever. i guess. i'm fucking terrified that if i ever have a daughter he'll pull the same shit (hence basically nuking my body with birth control lmao) and luckily my brother's kids are both boys so i don't believe he's a threat to them if he didnt treat my brothers the same way he did me ygm? but idk what i can actually do about it

[espionn]

i dont wanna get into drama and i prefer to argue stuff in replies if im going to, because i dont wanna clog up my followers' blogs, but i do want to say something to this. im not here to get into a fight, just to respond because i disagree. i'm gonna go point by point.

i agree that clay and sunny view each other, and the rest of the dod, as siblings. there is a lot of evidence that they do. i think tsunami is debatable. in her tiny bit about her old crushes, she says specifically that the crush on clay ended because she realized HE saw HER as a sibling, not necessarily the reverse, and her reasoning for starflight was just because he was annoying. this is nitpicking, though, i could go either way on tsunami.

this is where i take a bit of issue. i think saying "they follow this OBVIOUS DYNAMIC" as evidence that they feel a certain way is rocky at best. i don't have a sister, i cant speak for sisters. but tsunami and glory's relationship was never outright said to be familial, and arguments about their type of dynamic is just kind of a waste of time. what one person sees as familial, another person may see as platonic or even romantic. without explicit proof it doesnt really matter.

again, this point is speculation, which is fine!! speculation is fine!!! but it cant really be used as evidence like you're using it here. starflight's crush on sunny, to me, is a very clear indicator that starflight does not view the dod as siblings. to imply that he saw her as a sister while also having a crush on her isn't doing much for your point. is that incest? in that case, wouldn't you be more concerned about incest being present in the wof series, since your point revolves around it?

As for your last statement. I'm sorry that it feels upsetting to see people ship a group that you can see yourself in, or ignore what to you feels like a great family dynamic. but you can't be angry at people for taking away their own interpretations of the story. other than clay and sunny, the relationships between the dod are *never* explicitly stated to be sibling-based. we can argue all day about undertones and author intention, but the truth is that it's never said in the text. personally i believe that even if it was said in the text, people are allowed to do whatever they want and people could still headcanon and ship whatever they wanted. but it isn't said plainly in any of the books, so arguing that there is one fundamentally good and pure reading of their dynamic is ultimately just going to make you more upset when people don't agree with that reading. other writers and artists aren't responsible for making sure you're comfortable. if it upsets you, it should be as easy as possible for you to avoid it, but i do believe it's your responsibility to avoid it.

personally i dont ship the dod. i prefer to think of them as siblings as well. and like i said, im sorry that it's been hard on you due to your own experiences. idk if it helps anything, but i like the art and headcanons you put out, i think your blog is cool. i just couldn't help giving my two cents because honestly it bothers me when people argue their own speculation as evidence that someone else is morally impure or that their own expression based on their own experience is invalid and shouldn't exist. have you considered that maybe someone who grew up and fell in love with their childhood friend, and lets say sees themself in the dynamic of glory and tsunami, might be hurt by your assertion that they are siblings and that it's awful and disgusting to see them as anything else?

sorry to jump in on this discussion. respond if you'd like, or dont. no pressure. i mean no ill will at all and i hope you have a good day.

Yall, pls reread the books. Sometimes you say shit that's just drictly contradicted.

The dod weren't raised as siblings. The dragons who raised them literally found the concept of them considering each other family disgusting. They consider each other siblings, but they weren't raised as siblings. Pls stop saying that so confidentially you'rer wrong. It's so annoying.

Yall piss me off, calm the fuck down, just cuz it makes you uncomfy doesn't mean there's a huge moral reason it's bad. The dod consider themselves family, but shipping them is no more incestuous than childhood best friends marrying once they reach adulthood.

Your alowed to be uncomfortable, your not allowed to be a dick and claim anyone who likes a thing is automatically a bad person.

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[egg-emperor]

I don't even know why Eggman not wanting to destroy the world outright would be seen as 'a line he won't cross', since that phrasing implies it's for moral reasons rather than "I need the thing I want to conquer to exist so that I can conquer it, you dumb bitch". Feels like fans just want to paint it that way so they can make villains like Mephiles look more evil by comparison. Even though, as CD and Lost World proved, the actual state of the planet is not important to him.

Yeah I try to be careful and clear with the phrasing and say that it's a "limit" but I especially emphasize that it's not morally based in the slightest, in fact it's just based in extremely selfish and self-centered reasoning for him like always. It's a limit in the sense he'll stop if he can acknowledge that he's getting too close to doing too much damage to the world that needs to exist for him to rule and would result in his own death too, as we've seen him do and should be extremely obvious.

But phrasing it as "crossing the line" for him does make it sound like it's implying it's morally based and some do intend to try to make it seem that way and use it in the arguments of the other villains being more evil than him. But with the other villains, at least they'll be an end to the pain when they destroy absolutely everything and everyone is dead. But with Eggman, the world will still exist and many people will be kept alive and it'll be so horrible that they'll wish Eggman had just destroyed the entire world and killed them.

When looking at it in character, one will realize it only emphasizes his selfish self-centered ways and his evil and I think what he wants to do and how he wants to rule is so much worse. And that's even without considering how he'll cause great damage and catastrophe to the world over and over and cause the world enough grief, pain, fear, and suffering before the world is conquered. It would only get worse from there when he succeeds.

And he doesn't care about the world being extremely damaged and polluted and fucked up in every way, as long as the world still exists to rule at all, he won't give a damn about the natural state of the world or people in it being severely damaged as we've seen. I can imagine that he'd just love making such an impact on it all and succeeding in his goals. He'll do whatever it takes, sometimes with total apathy to the damage he does and sometimes with full enjoyment!

If people wanna try to argue that destroying the entire planet and having that be the end of it is more evil, I'm just gonna keep going ahead and saying that damaging it severely with tons of destruction and pollution and having such a harsh rule over everyone where they suffer and are forced to worship endlessly would be way more evil, and that's after all the fucked up shit he'll do to succeed in conquering the world in the first place. He's the most dangerous threat for a reason! >:)

[marshmellowtea]

What's the non sexual age play tag? Or is that what the tag is? (Asking because I want to look in it for genuine reasons not hate reasons)

that's what the tag is called, yeah. it's an ao3 tag that i frequent a lot because that's where a lot of age regression fics end up—i don't think a lot of younger people realize this, but before there was a significant, distinct age regression community, things that we now just consider age regression would just be lumped under sfw age play/cgl. that was technically a kink community, though, and eventually people realized that no, age regression is its own distinct thing that a lot of minors wanted to partake in for a variety of reasons, and people started to branch off into their own genuinely sfw, non-kink affiliated communities like cglre and chire and such. at least, that's the way i experienced it growing up and watching these communities divide, so idk if that's universal, that's just what i saw happen on tumblr.

i have.....some things i could say about the way it rose up and the harm it has done to contribute to this general atmosphere of hostility toward kink and adult spaces it's caused, but on its own, i really don't think it's inherently a bad thing for these spaces to have their own names and rules. that's not really my beef here, and i'm gonna.....reel in this side of the discussion before i go on a tangent here.

what is prevalent is that since age regression as we know it today wasn't really a thing when ao3 started, most fics that would be considered genuine, nonsexual regression ended up under the non-sexual age play tag, and because agere being a community of its own is still a relatively new phenomenon, it just kind of stuck that way. most "proper" age regression fics end up under the nsap tag, while the actual age regression tag is grouped with de-aging and thus generally implies physical regression. that doesn't mean you can't use it for mental regression, though—i actually generally prefer to use both tags on my agere fics—but it definitely has a different connotation than the one most people want for their agere fics.

i go into all this to say that there are people, probably mostly younger people, probably people who aren't aware of this history, who seem outright disgusted by the fact this is the case. i don't wanna demonize people for being uncomfortable with the tag—age play is still technically a kink term and age regression is generally understood to be separate from kink nowadays, and so it's perfectly fair to be uncomfortable with that!—but the problem comes when people do use this tag, claiming they're being ~forced~ into doing so (ao3 doesn't really force you to use any tags but okay), and throw big whiny fits about how their fic isn't ICKY AGE PLAY but rather PURE, WHOLESOME AGE REGRESSION, they're not DISGUSTING for using this tag cuz it's out of their hands, they can't help it, and isn't ao3 so wrong for making them do this???? they really should've fixed this by now, just more proof the site is evil!!!1!.....nevermind the fact there have been attempts to make a separate age regression tag for the agere community (that have mostly failed because people haven't properly mobilized to make them usable, but still), and that, once again, ao3 isn't making you use the damn tag in the first place and if you're that uncomfortable with it, then why are you using it at all?

it's....more a matter of tone, and also a complete and utter lack of self awareness that bugs me. there are people who do this in a less self pitying, virtue signaling way by putting a small a small "age regression not age play" in the tags that still kind of make me roll my eyes, but it doesn't feel as irritating to me as the people putting full on rants in the tags about using a tag no one is making them use in the first place. and, of course, they'll use the excuse of "well, it's the most popular tag, i do have to use it!!!" which is just a silly argument to me because they're just openly admitting their exchanging their personal discomfort for hits, which is....a superficial reason to use a tag that gives you an apparent full on meltdown, honestly.

sorry for going off on your very simple ask about this topic hglkdsajfkl, it's just......one i'm passionate about and i never really had the chance to properly express all my feelings on it. like i said, i really don't want to demonize people's very valid discomfort, it's just the hypocrisy and the lack of giving a shit of how we go to this point that bothers me. they don't care about why this tag is the most popular tag, they're just mad that it is. this isn't even getting into the kink negativity aspect of it all, but i think i've rambled long enough, so i'll stop here now.

[charmixpower]

The idea that Riven was already in a redemption arc during s1 from his pre s1 self (he went to RF to get out of his shitty home town. He'd recognize his family as bad but he's still kinda clueless on what good is, then he meets and speaks to people and slowly starts changing his views though real life experience) and Darcy made him back slide like hell is near and dear to my heart

Like they like to say Riven had a good heart underneath all that nonsense in s1 but it's never shown until the Trix try to kill everyone, which is a pretty easy line to draw, I think it should be shown before then

Like!! Give him moments of genuinely bonding with Musa or Flora where they're just kinda friends. It's implied? All but outright stated? He had a crush on Bloom in s1, and I crave a single moment where he actually does something soft/romantic in that season. I don't think the show bothered because they were obviously not going to be end game, but it's not about being endgame it's about characterizing one of the people were supposed to feel the most for along side Bloom when the Trix take over

He was trying his best only to get led back into old awful habits party by Darcy, which is partly Darcy being manipulative, partly Darcy being in his head, and partly his own fault that he absolutely needs to take responsibility for

Plus it makes Darcy's manipulation so much more interesting. Instead of just playing his ego, she'd dig into his deep seeded insecurities/paranoia he holds and keep him in place with the concepts he'd been struggling with before the show even started

I find this slightly more interesting mostly bc then he'd be struggling with this and then make the wrong decision instead of saying "fuck it, I'm just gonna go full into being an asshole"

Honestly I think this might be what they were trying to do in s1, but they never showed the good parts of him until the end so it's more like watching someone willfully sink deeper and deeper than dragged down under the tides like they want to pretend happened

There's so much there and I just wanna!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ;-;

I just want him to be struggling with the stuff that makes him have a mortality break down before he's locked up in cloud tower, you know?

[missholoska]

(answering as a screencap to avoid this showing up in any tags/searches, I don't wanna Start Anything)

I did like A/ltertale up until a couple years ago, but I have several issues with it that prevent me from enjoying it anymore. I've heard some not great things about its creator since I unfollowed, but I don't want any part in discourse and I'm only gonna give my thoughts on the AU's actual content:

Undyne being shipped with a man is... pretty bad. in fairness not everyone has to like a ship just because it's canon, and it's entirely possible to prefer other ships while treating the canon ship respectfully and without any homophobia or harmful intentions. but completely writing out Alphyne, mostly ignoring Alphys' existence, and shipping Undyne, the one character who makes multiple references to her attraction to women and never once says anything of the sort about men, with Asgore doesn't seem like there were respectful intentions. what could've been less of an issue is that if A/ltertale had to write out Alphyne and have an Undy/rus equivalent, it's already a swap AU and Alphys canonically both has a crush on Asgore and is bi/pan. there'd at least be some logic to it if Alphys were swapped with Undyne and shipped with Asgore instead, rather than going against Undyne's extremely heavily implied, all but stated outright sexuality.

on the topic of Alphys, I don't like how she's barely ever acknowledged. as with my first point, you don't have to like every character much less create content about them, but for an AU that otherwise focuses on the main cast, her lack of presence really sticks out. and it's a shame because Alphys absolutely could have a place in A/ltertale! even without changing anything, AT Toriel and Alphys could be close friends who help each other through their anxieties, and considering this is a Soriel AU? towards the pacifist ending UT Alphys talks about shipping Toriel and Asgore, but they're siblings here as are the skelebros in their roles, so instead you get AT Alphys as the in-universe number one Soriel shipper!! it's such a missed opportunity :<

speaking of Soriel, I'm not very fond of AT Soriel anymore for a few reasons:

I find their age gap kinda uncomfortable. please note I am not calling it pe/dophilia, because it isn't; AT Toriel is canonically "about 21", not a minor. given that I ship UT Soriel I'm obviously fine with mortal/immortal ships, but my condition for those is that the mortal character must be a decent number of years out of their teens (mid-20s at least), and for my preference Toriel is just slightly too young compared to AT Sans' physical age being "about 35". it's not illegal and I don't expect anyone else to have the same specific preference, I just don't like it.

it's so common for m/f pairs to have the man be taller and older than the woman, and this not applying to UT Soriel is a small part of their charm for a lot of people. AT Soriel undoes this, and I know that's the entire point as the AU started from an ask about "Toriel and Sans in swapped bodies", but it's just Less Good.

they both feel too UT Sans-like to me with not enough UT Toriel in either. maybe if AT Sans was more openly parental, lonely and out of touch like UT Toriel, or if AT Toriel retained more of UT Toriel's personality, one of those might balance out better. as it is, they both seem too chill and meme-y aside from how AT Toriel gets flustered.

also the sexual jokes and art are really really not my thing but that's purely me being sex-repulsed @_@

this isn't every thought I have but anything else would be nitpicks and I'm not trying to be needlessly negative oTL

anyway as I said above, I just quietly unfollowed the creator rather than actively complained or anything, and regardless of what the creator's said or done with the AU I don't wish ill will on her or anyone who still likes A/ltertale. I only ever really talk about my opinions like this when I'm specifically asked about them, so having said all this I'm just keep focusing on the stuff I enjoy instead 👍