#USUALLY its because of something phil has said

[m0ther-of-p3arl]

can we all appreciate the Dan Laughter. you guys know wha tim galking about. the "ha HA HAAAAAAAAA" and he's so propelled by his own laughter that he just falls out of frame. literally so special to me

[virgil-upinthestars]

like a little prayer - chapter one

Pairing: Loki x Mobius, Deadpool x Wolverine

Words: 2,585

Summary: Mobius and Sylvie pull some strings to contact some of the only people who might be able to get to Loki, proposing a plan that could help them all.

Chapter Warnings: Strong language, somewhat insincere threats of violence, light shenanigans, angst, pining, gay bickering

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Into the sparkly sling ring portal, out onto a squeaky black marble floor. Wade’s forehead collided with it, which was less than courteous, and he made a mental note to ask Cassandra what the fuck if they ever met again, but he dearly hoped that would never happen. 

“Ugh, rude!” he groaned, getting his knees under him and grabbing Logan’s quite muscular arm to pull himself up. Logan promptly shoved him into what felt like a desk. 

“Hello,” said a dry, faintly raspy voice. “If you two could sit down and not knock over your drinks, that would be nice.”

Wade grabbed a chair, steadying himself and squinting at a frankly dumpy-looking middle-aged man in a brown suit. “’Scuse me?”

“We’re back,” Logan muttered, his eyes darting around the ceiling beyond the cubicle, and yep, that orange lighting was unmistakable. “She sent us back here. Why’d she do that?”

“Well, I’d assume it’s because you can go anywhere from here, but I’d like to hope it was because I asked nicely,” the man mused, sitting on the other side of the desk and pushing two paper coffee cups towards them. As per usual whenever someone else bought him coffee, Wade popped the top off to check the contents. Once he saw the whipped cream and sprinkles, he gave the drink an approving nod and lifted his mask to down half the contents.

Logan didn't touch his, as he apparently found much more joy in glaring at the man who had so graciously offered them caffeine after a fight. “Nicely?”

“Mm, yes,” The man took a sip of his own coffee, those eyes flicking between the two of them. “The TVA’s had a deal with Cassandra Nova, ever since a few of our operatives ended up in the Void. I’d be the first to admit that a large majority of the Void’s inhabitants probably don't deserve to be there, but unfortunately, that doesn't apply to everyone.” 

“Yeah, Nicepool definitely deserves to be down there," Wade snorted, wiping whipped cream off his face. "Not Mary Puppins, though, can we go get her?”

The man opened one of the orange files on his desk, and turned it around so they could see its contents. “Pyro. Decent kid, but he's taken a deal with your department head, Paradox, to kill Nova. Which I imagine went over fantastically.”

“Yeah,” Wade sucked in a breath through his teeth. “Remind me what this has to do with saving my universe?” Just to be nice, totally not because he felt guilty, he jabbed a thumb towards Logan. “Or fixing his?”

“Well, I've been watching the two of you for a bit, and . . . .” The man folded his fingers on the table. “I think you can help me.”

Immediately, Logan’s eye twitched. “Why should we?”

A smile just flickered on the other man’s face, and he looked up from Pyro’s file. Something about those eyes gave Wade pause, even though they were set in the face of what looked like a middle-aged dad. 

“Okay,” Wade sighed, and he decided that this guy looked like his name would probably be Phil. Or Kyle. Ooh, or John, or — “Owen. We’re on a bit of a mission right now, and unless you’re willing to help me save my universe from that Tom Wambsgans-looking guy — don’t get me wrong, I loved Succession, it was like watching a house full of sex offenders burn down, but —”

“That’s exactly what I’m talking about,” the man said, closing Pyro's file and brushing it to the side. There was a hard light in his eyes, one that Wade recognized: desperation. “Yes, Paradox wants to destroy your timeline, but from what I'm guessing, Nova would be perfectly happy destroying all of them.”

“You people like your guesses,” Logan grumbled.

Wade sighed. “For the last time, peanut, it was an educated wish —”

“Call me that again, and I'll shove that double-whip diabetes bomb right up your —”

“Okay,” the man said loudly, now looking very much like a middle-aged dad. Possibly also a jet ski salesman. “I’ll just cut to the chase. Also, your coffee has Irish whiskey in it, so please do me a favor and drink it.”

“Really?” Logan muttered, lifting the drink. He took a hesitant sip, but it soon turned into chugging the whole drink in one go.

“Thank you,” the man sighed, then cleared his throat. “You two have been dealing with middle management this whole time.” His eyes flickered with a new sort of light, something like hope. “How would you like to go all the way to the top?”

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Mobius M. Mobius had been having a very rough few months. First, he finally manages to catch a Loki, then fucks up by getting attached to him, then gets betrayed by him, which, honestly, what was he expecting — only for that Loki to come back, wide eyed and pleading with him. Then Sylvie went and committed some good old-fashioned murder, and the multiverse started falling apart, tearing Loki into pieces across space and time as he desperately tries to help, and eventually decides that the best way to solve it was apparently to go fuck himself off into oblivion without discussing it with any of them.  

Mobius could’ve killed him.

He also would've given anything to see him again.

He also didn't know whether Loki would feel the same, ‘I did it for you’ or not.

He also was about two inches away from ripping his own ears off so he didn't have to hear these two assholes keep going at each other in some kind of weird, extremely violent, seventy-two hour long foreplay. 

“So, it's a tree,” said Wade Wilson, holding his empty coffee cup like a drag queen as Mobius led them down the hall. Logan was trailing behind, silent for now, but still looking like he was debating whether to slam Wade against or through the nearest wall. “You fancy-pants time CIA bastards take orders from a tree?”

Mobius took a long breath. He could almost hear Loki snapping back that we used to take orders from three lizards who turned out to be robots, how’s the tree sound now?

It was making his heart ache.

“We don't take orders from the tree,” Mobius said, forcing himself to maintain an easy tone. “We protect it. It contains all timelines, all possibilities, branching out into infinity. We can't control it, it can't control us, we can only protect h—it. And if the tree were threatened, the fabric of space-time would start to unravel.”

“Oh, so that’s why you're open to stopping Tom Wambsgans from destroying my universe!” Wade laughed. “Finally, there's a threat big enough to the precious tree for you to acknowledge the fact that my whole life —”

“I didn't know about your timeline, okay?” Mobius sighed, shoving open a door marked NO ENTRY. He led them down a curving stairwell, to where Sylvie had agreed to meet him. “No one knew, until five minutes ago, when unsanctioned time-ripper activity was detected in your universe. B-15’s running through the normal channels to shut it down, but until then, I'm trying to arrange something that will help both of us.”

“Oh, both?” Wade said, tossing his empty cup into the abyss. He promptly sat on the railing and began to slide down it. “Do tell.”

“Yes,” Mobius said, gritting his teeth. The line between his thoughts and his words were quickly becoming blurred. “I get you to the guy at the top, you get him to sustain your world while we deal with Paradox, and then you get him to come the fuck out of his little self-imposed isolation hermit hole.”

Precious silence hung for a few seconds, only to be punctuated by a soft “ooh”.

“So,” Wade slid to Mobius’s side, somehow balancing like a goddamn French girl on the railing. “This guy at the top, huh? You two have a history?”

Mobius glanced back at Logan, who just snorted and rolled his eyes. “You’re the one who gave him coffee.”

“Couple of hand brushes?” Wade was saying, his voice needling into Mobius’s ear. “Lingering hugs? Old married couple banter? Maybe even a soft, gentle, unforgettable night on an office couch —”

“Like you two didn’t basically hate-fuck in that Odyssey!” Mobius snapped, making the white eyes of Wade’s mask go wide.

“Pervert,” he said at last. “That was a very private moment.”

“I will throw you down this stairwell,” Logan hissed, an honest-to-God vein popping out on his forehead. “Say another word, I fucking dare you — ”

“Fergalicious,”

Logan swung a fist towards Wade. Mobius barely had time to think the claws aren’t out, that’s an improvement before the Wolverine’s blow was stopped by a swirl of green light.

“Oh, my!” called a familiar voice. Mobius leaned over and caught sight of Sylvie on the landing below, her eyes fragile with a hopeless sort of amusement, like a man set for execution laughing because he had sixty-nine days to live. “This is them?”

“I’m afraid so,” Mobius called back, unable to hide the relief in his voice that he was now one step closer to getting these repressed disasters out of his sight. “Do you have it?”

“Of course I do,” she snorted, flicking He Who Remains’ TemPad out of her jacket pocket as she climbed the stairs towards them. “I held my end of the bargain. The real question is if they’ll hold theirs.” Her lips twitched slightly as Logan yelled for her to get your fucking magic off me, and directed his arm back to his side before releasing control. Her eyes flickered as she met Mobius’s gaze. “You really think this will work?”

“I hope so,” Mobius replied, forcing a smile to compensate for the slight shake in his voice. “I really hope so.”

“Right,” Sylvie muttered, turning the TemPad over in her hands as she surveyed the two men. “Wade Wilson and Logan Howlett. Gifted with extraordinary healing powers.”

Wade slid off the railing. “Among other things,”

“Good.” Sylvie’s eyes flashed. “We’ll be testing them today.”

“Hold on,” said Logan, the first time he’d really spoken without provocation. He shouldered his way past Wade to scowl at Mobius and Sylvie with equal force. “Whatever this is, I’m not doing it for free.”

“Oh, fantastic,” Mobius sighed, frantically running through a meager list of things the Wolverine might be willing to risk his life for. An overaged bottle of Jack Daniels probably wouldn’t count. Neither would another Irish coffee. Maybe —

“X-23,” Logan said, his voice brusque. “Laura. She’s in the Void. Get her out.”

Mobius blinked.

“Oh my God,” Wade whispered. “I knew the dad instinct was in there somewhere.”

“Shut up,” Logan snapped, before refocusing on them. “Get her out of there and I’ll do it.”

“Uh, sure,” Mobius glanced towards Sylvie, who gave an easy shrug. “Where, uh . . . do you want us to bring her here, or —”

“I don’t care.” Logan’s throat bobbed. “Take her to this idiot’s world if you want, just don’t take her to mine.”

“His is in danger, though —”

The man’s eyes hardened. “Well, it won’t be.”

For a moment, Wade was actually speechless. The Merc with a Mouth was staring at Logan like he’d just dropped out of the sky, white eyes of his mask wide and hands hanging listlessly in the air. 

“You got it,” Mobius said, pulling his TemPad out of his pocket. Ever since he’d come out of the Void himself, he’d tried to keep a closer eye on anyone who might be surviving down there. He hadn’t even been sure that X-23 was still alive until he’d caught word of her with these two, and now that she’d raided Nova’s place with her friends, they’d all be easy to find. “Sylvie, you wanna give them the speech?”

“Love to.” Sylvie held up the black and gold disc, shocking Wade out of his trance with a shiny thing. “This is a TemPad. With it, I’ll be sending the two of you straight to the trunk of the tree itself, where hopefully, you’ll be able to withstand the Gods-awful amount of temporal radiation long enough to get the attention of the annoying prick at the center. Sound good?”

“Ooh, temporal radiation!” Wade let out a whistle. “I’ve never experienced that one before. What does it do?”

Sylvie’s lip twitched, but there was no humor in her eyes. “Turn you into skin spaghetti.”

“Oh.”

“The levels around the tree would be very lethal to me or Mobius, but we’ve been hoping for a while that you two would be able to complete the job for us.” She twirled the disc in her fingers, and at a sharp look from Mobius, she rolled her eyes and continued. “And we’ll be sending this with you, for your way back.”

“Really?” Wade brightened, holding out a hand. “Yes, please — ”

“Not you.” Sylvie pointed at Logan. “You. You actually seem like the responsible type.”

“Oh, we are truly in catastrophic times,” Wade groaned, leaning back against the railing. “So, about this ‘annoying prick at the center’ —”

Mobius’s TemPad began to buzz. He flicked the notification away from the approximated map of the Void he’d been building, but then there was another alert, and then another, and the thing was nearly buzzing out of his hands. Over it all, highest priority, was a message from B-15.

If you don’t reappear sometime in the next thirty seconds, the whole multiverse is fucked.

Mobius’s heart shot into his throat as he scrolled through the hundreds of alerts, then dropped right down into his stomach.

“Shit,” he whispered.

“Mobius?” Tense worry spiked in Sylvie’s voice, nearly shocking him out of his haze. “Mobius, what’s happened —”

“It’s Cassandra Nova,” he choked out, fumbling up the stairs. “She’s — she’s heading for the Time-Ripper.” His heart pounded in his ears. “She’s — she’s going to —”

She’s going to kill him.

Sylvie hissed something in an old Asgardian tongue, flicking her TemPad and opening a door in front of him. “Get to the war room, I’ll make sure these idiots make it to the tree.”

“Just —” Mobius turned back to Wade and Logan, two men in bright primary-colored suits standing in a TVA stairwell, two men who were as likely to try and kill each other as they were to fuck, two men who were each certified mental disasters but as it stood, his only chance of ever seeing Loki again. 

He’d been watching them for more than a while. He’d gone looking for variants who could withstand the tree’s temporal radiation the second he’d gotten back to the TVA, since Sylvie had told him she could pinpoint the tree’s location, but he hadn’t been able to convince any to help him until now. Here were two men, just as desperate as he was, two men who were now looking back at him with that mirrored, last-ditch determination.

Because fuck it — if this didn’t work, nothing would. 

Mobius swallowed, managing to say, “Just — tell him I miss him, would you?”

If he’s even still alive when you reach him. If any of us are still alive.

Wade nodded. “You got it, Lightning McQueen.”

His lips twitched. “Mobius.”

“Oh!” The white eyes of his mask widened. “You’re Mobius! Which means the guy in the tree has to be —”

Mobius didn’t even care how Wade knew, he didn’t want to hear that name said out loud. He knew he wouldn’t be able to stand it. Instead, he turned and bolted up the stairs. 

Towards the one thing he could do.

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[phanomenology]

who do you think is more Crowley coded and who is more Azira coded out of dnp?

i set myself hourly notifications ever since you send the ask and it still took me this long to answer, im so sorry 😭

to answer your question:

It might seem like obvious that dan is crowley coded and phil is azira coded because of their aesthetics and personality but stating that as that is too simple for me. lets break it down:

dan is like crowley in the obvious sense of having that edgy aesthetic and always needing to question things while phil is the one with the light aesthetic who enjoys what is happening despite the problems it has. just watch them play the game of life.

this reminds me of this quote from a book ive read for uni which really stuck with me:

so yea, dan is the social scientist who points out what most people miss and phil is the one who tells us that we shouldn't wallow in defeat of it but make our own meaning out of it. and we need both! they are like ying and yang, like crowley and aziraphale in that way.

crowley who questions heaven and thusly falls, but then doesnt stop questioning hell because he doesnt see the world in black and white, good actions and bad actions.

i think dan for a long time was not like that. i say this with the utmost respect but if you look back, his branding was usually self deprecating jokes and at least to me personally it felt like his perspective was pessimistic. he always made sure to leave a positive message but to me it felt like a wish for a better future, not a feeling of certainty that it will be better.

Phil on the other hand is very much like that:

Phil is like aziraphale and me in the sense that he gets irrationally worried about things,

but it is dan who literally did a tour about his worries of the world ending, with branding and all:

and yet:

phil and crowley both have that rational optimism, the sense that things will be okay. but aziraphale does not give up in-spite of the odds being against them. in s1 he refuses to run away to alpha centauri because he believes that they should stay and fight. that there is still hope. he does not accept that the world will end. but its crowley who sparks the idea of aziraphale raising the antichrist with him. its aziraphale who tells angel crowley of armageddon , and its why crowley gets upset and questions the almighty.

so my point is that phil has aziraphale's light aesthetic vibes and his fear of near doom but crowley's certainty that everything will be okay in the end despite it.

dan on the other hand has crowley's edgy dark aesthetic, his cynicism and sense of questioning belief systems, but also aziraphale's determinism to fight what he is sure is a losing battle/the end of the world because he wants to believe that it is possible that everything will be okay (that being the message of wad/ywgttn/big/etc...)

i want to talk a bit about 'dark/light polarity'. what we mean by that is two sides of the same coin. yin and yang:

☯️

they depend on each other, they interconnect and intertwine. be it real people or fictional characters, it is never a clear black and white binary, because what the characters have something that the other lacks and when they come together they become a whole. plato said humans once had 4 legs and feet, and then got split in half by zeus to punish us to live our lives yearning to be connected with the other half of our soul/coin, our soulmate. they carry sth of each other within them because there are shards that got broken in the middle when the being was split and were forced to choose sides.

so even tho it might seem like dan is more like crowley coded and phil is more aziraphale coded because of their light/dark aesthetic, there's many things of both in each of them and thats what makes it interesting and real to us.

[thetarttfuldickhead]

Like Phil, I’d like to think that Jamie and Keeley still go to Brazil, in spite of the boys’ recent fuck-up, but I’d also like to think that Roy comes with them. Not because Jamie and Keeley can’t be friend on their own or wouldn’t have the best time doing Brazil together – they would! – but because I think Jamie might be conscious, given everything that’s gone down recently, of potentially upsetting what he currently perceives as a rather delicate balance.   

Maybe he brings it up a few days later before they head over to Keeley’s for a joint apology, or maybe it happens already at the holy kebab place, once they’ve had a few bites and a chance to settle back into their normal; a little worse for wear, but with no lasting harm done.

And Jamie fiddles with his sleeves and makes little faces as he tries to decide what to say (and Roy notices and waits with some trepidation) and in the end he just comes right out and says it, because that’s what Jamie does, isn’t it?

“I asked Keeley to go to Brazil with me, for that Nike thing I’m doing.”

Roy blinks. He hadn’t known Jamie was doing a Nike thing. Jamie might have told him, but Roy usually stops listening whenever he starts blathering on about brands and clothes and shit, so yeah, if told he hadn’t heard.

“What did she say?” he asks after a slightly too long and awkward moment of Jamie looking up at him, almost through his fucking eyelashes, trying to gauge his reaction.

“She said yes.” And hastily, as if worried what Roy might say or do if given a moment to, he adds: “I didn’t do it to try to get back together or anything. I mean, I do wanna get back together and she’s my friend and I love her and I thought we’d have a great time, yeah, but also, she’s great at PR and all that stuff, so. Yeah. That’s why I asked her to come. Make sure I don’t fuck it up.”

And because you want her to be your girlfriend. Roy doesn’t say it, though. Neither of them want a repeat of what went down at the bar. This isn’t Jamie trying to goad him or hurt him, he’s pretty fucking sure of that, so he’ll listen carefully to everything Jamie has to say, and then he’ll react like a fucking grown-up.

Probably. Possibly.

“Anyway, I think you should, like, come with us.”

Fucking what now? “What?”

“You should come with me and Keeley to Brazil.” Jamie is nodding his head decisively, as if repeating the statement has fully convinced him of its veracity.

“You want me to come with you and Keeley to fucking Brazil?” Roy is aware of sounding like a demented parrot, but he doesn’t give a fuck, does he, because he doesn’t want there to be any fucking room for misinterpretation here.

Jamie doesn’t seem particularly concerned about Roy’s tone. Too used to it, probably. “Um, yeah. Yeah. I mean, probably can’t get Nike to pay for it, right, but you’re rich, so you can just get your own ticket and you can stay with me and Keeley in this villa they’ll set us up in. Can’t mind that.”

Which all sounds very reasonable, of course, but still doesn’t answer the most pressing question:  “Why?”

Jamie makes a face. “What do you mean, why? Because I don’t want shit to be weird between us, mate. And I think it’d be weird if Keeley and I went away and you stayed here after what happened, you know. Besides,” he adds, and suddenly he looks slightly shy; younger than he actually is, and vulnerable, “It’d probably be fun, yeah? All three of us going, together. Because we’re friends and all.”

And there’s something sharp and jagged turning in Roy’s gut at that, because underneath Jamie’s claim there’s a note of uncertainty that Roy had no trouble whatsoever guessing the origin of, and he adds it to the long list of things he hates himself for.

He doesn’t know how to express any of that, so what he says is, “Yeah. I guess. I’ll think about it.”

Jamie’s grin is immediate and wide; relieved and triumphant in equal measure, like he’s already won – like he already knows for a fact that Roy’s going to say yes.

Roy can’t even find it in him to mind that the little prick is right.

And then they all go to Brazil and I’m currently thinking that nothing further really happened between them there, because apparently they all need to do a little more thinking and feeling and figuring themselves out, but I’m sure they still had a grand, grand time of it.

[anonymous-dentist]

Hi anon, sorry to bring the sbi family fanfic discussion again and for the long post , (your posts ware what made realize why i hated this thing so much)

I don’t know if is the same type of fans but i noticed that some ficwritters that are really foucused on philza and wilbur (and sbi family i think?) Are kinda trying to add cellbit to this situation? Like i read some philza focused fanfic where he interacts with cellbit and the ficwritters act like cellbit is his kid? Its weird idk how to explain very well (this is also the same people that kinda write cellbit as a native english speaker (american and european) and not a brazilian (its something that is too hard to explain right now)

And its kinda stressing me out because cellbit is written in such a weid way and its infesting the spiderbit tag lol and i dont understand what is going on half of the time since idk what the hell sbi even is (brazilian with 0 understanding about english speaking mcty)

Sorry for the long post

Oh yeah no I don’t really get it but like. I also do! Because q!Phil has become one of only a literal handful of people on the island to actually properly trust q!Cellbit and so they’re like. Friends. But obviously you can never just be friends with someone not your age and so. Fandom assigned family dynamic. It’s super weird and lowkey like. Idk it’s just weird lol.

A discussion surely must follow!

First, a brief rundown of SBI:

SBI is Sleepy Boys Inc., a group made of up streamers Philza, Wilbur Soot, Tommyinnit, and Technoblade. (Originally it was just Phil, Wilbur, and Techno, but Tommy wiggled his way in somehow.) They’re Best Friends, but somewhere along the way their fandoms said. Fuck it. Family dynamic… mostly because the ccs lowkey thought it was funny and ran with it. Wilbur alone would rather die than not have Philza Minecraft be his father

This dynamic spread to their characters on the dsmp despite them literally not once ever referring to each other all as family; iirc Techno himself said he at least wasn’t part of the family because that dynamic would be fucked up after all the shit his character did to both c!Wilbur and c!Tommy. But c!Phil was c!Wilbur’s father even though he did fully murder his ass, and Wilbur and Tommy were brothers because they’re Wilbur and Tommy and you’d have to kill them to stop them from being brothers. Tommy was never established to be c!Phil’s son, and Phil never seemed to consider him one

But then the dsmp started dying around summer 2021 and everyone was kinda just left with fanon, and SBI fanon can get weird. I’m talking borderline fetishistic nuclear family stuff, especially when you get into ‘Dark SBI’ content with Phil kidnapping Tommy or whatever and forcibly making them family? It gets weird, take a look through the tag sometime

The thing with a lot of these fics is that like. It’s gotten to a point where it’s a fandomized version of both cc! and c!SBI with some really freaky characterizations and some really diehard fans. I’ve talked about that before, so I won’t do it again.

The weirdest thing I’ve noticed about these fics, though- and this goes back to what we were talking about with Cellbit inexplicably being added to the mix all of a sudden- is that everybody has to be a family.

You’ll be hard pressed to find a SBI fic where the characters have friends. Even Tubbo and Ranboo, usually delegated to a ‘Tommy’s friend!’ role despite them not interacting much like as a group ever are treated either as extensions of Tommy himself or as his found family ‘brothers’ who Phil also inevitably helps take care of rather than as friends, and they act that way. Niki isn’t usually ever written in as Wilbur’s friend, she’s Benchtrio’s sister/mother-figure, or she’s described as Wilbur’s found family sister. Jack Manifold? Lumped in with Niki with Benchtrio as their older brother/father-figure. Quackity? Either Wilbur’s boyfriend, thus a member of the family, or Tommy’s older brother/father-figure.

Even characters who never really interacted with SBI as a “family” on the dsmp get this treatment: you’ll read an SBI fic with c!Purpled in it and he’ll be Tommy’s brother figure. c!Sam is Tommy’s father figure. Schlatt is Tommy’s uncle or Wilbur’s brother. Puffy is an aunt. Sapnap and Dream? Tommy’s brother or father figures. Even Hannah is being written as Tommy’s cool older sister figure these days despite only really interacting with him once on the smp

And you can see this kind of behavior continuing now in the qsmp fandom… if the new ccs/characters in question aren’t “problematic”. Chayanne can’t see Techno as a personal hero, he has to see him as an older brother or an uncle. Tubbo is Phil and Fit’s son and Tommy’s brother. Niki is Tallulah’s mom. Quackity is Wilbur’s boyfriend.

What you’ll actually be hard pressed to see is this kind of dynamic with Phil and other, “problematic” ccs, aka ccs who aren’t like. English ccs.

Because you won’t find q!Forever included in the family dynamics despite him basically being q!Phil’s best friend and closest confidant. It took longer for q!Missa to be added to Phil’s wiki page than it did for Techno to despite them literally being explicit canon husbands, and you’ll be lucky if Missa is even mentioned in a “qsmp” SBI fic. Etoiles? Not even mentioned despite him and Phil more or less actually leaning into the family dynamic with the “brothers” thing. Even Tallulah and Chayanne are left out or mischaracterized in “qsmp” SBI fics, giving Tommy the spotlight.

You won’t find nearly anybody who isn’t an English cc in these fics, and this is NOT accusing anyone of xenophobia. It’s most likely just because the SBI people are used to watching only Phil or only Wilbur and they don’t speak enough of the other languages to really care about the non-English ccs and thus disregard their characters and lore. It’s not just SBI people who do this, it’s plenty of people speaking every language on the server not watching anyone whose languages they don’t speak. Yk?

But that brings us to q!Cellbit, and I’m surprised the SBI guys have latched onto him the way they did considering he’s everything they seem to dislike: his first language isn’t English, he doesn’t talk with Phil a lot, he and Tallulah get along really well, he makes fun of Wilbur being gone. And, honestly? The SBI guys did hate him for a long time because of those things, they constantly undermined his efforts and said Phil would be a better Order leader and said that he should never speak to Tallulah again because he was making her sad and he’s friends with their least favorite person ever, Forever.

But then q!Phil said he trusted Cellbit, and it’s like a switch was flipped. Starting around the Pills Arc when they first teamed up, SBI people were suddenly on board with Cellbit despite being part of the haters literally days before. Why? Well. Phil and Cellbit are friends now, and so now he gets the privilege of being in the fics.

The problem with this is that these people have never watched Cellbit. They’ve seen ten minutes of him total from Phil’s pov, and that’s all they’re going to use to write his character. So of course there will be mischaracterization.

And, of course, they’ll be family. Because, as I said, there’s this weird allergy to the concept of friendship in SBI fics. You’re family or you’re an enemy.

Constant fanon mischaracterization of Phil has basically turned him into a universal father figure even if he doesn’t have that dynamic with the characters he’s like the “father” of. q!Cellbit’s only familial figure outside of his actual canon family is generally seen as q!Bad, who even referred to him as family last night on stream. But, because Phil and Cellbit are friends now and Cellbit is younger than Phil is, they have to have a father-son dynamic, because that’s what Phil’s only character trait is in the SBI fics he’s in. He’s the dad whether it makes sense or not.

If that makes sense.

[autisticarchive]

Setting the Record Straight on Neurodiversity, 2nd Edition

Last summer, I wrote a blog post that went into detail on the origins of the term and concept of neurodiversity. Since then, more info has been uncovered that dates said blog post so an updated version is in order.

Here’s the truth, put quite simply-Judy Singer did not coin neurodiversity and most certainly did not originate the idea or concept. This was never true, it just became accepted as truth as time went on. Singer hasn't been able to keep her story straight, and it's because of her ego. This is the kind of ego that the world of academia breeds. It gives people the need to claim ownership over words and concepts, even if it was developed within the community. It allows for individuals with institutional power to hold the cards against people without said power or privilege in progressive movements. This isn’t to say everyone who participates in academia is guilty of this, just that academia creates these people by its very design.

Neurological diversity was used as early as October of 1996 on Martijn Dekker’s InLv (Independent Living on the Autism Spectrum) email list. It was a private list, only accessible to those who participated in it. With permission, he published an email from Tony Langdon where he not only name drops neurological diversity but describes it in the exact way it’s usually defined. 

“I'm becoming more sure that what allows the human

race to progress socially and technologically is the neurological

diversity of people.  I.e., the atypical among a society provide the

different perspectives needed to generate new ideas and advances,

whether they be technological, cultural, artistic or otherwise.”

It was also used in an email from Phil Schwarz dated 1997, an entire year before Singer’s thesis, on a public email list. 

“The more we widen societal horizons regarding _neurological_ diversity,

alongside diversity of race, ethnicity, religion, culture, etc., the

easier it will be for folks on the spectrum to integrate into, and

contribute to, the society at large, to whatever degree their skills

and talents render them capable. The more there will be a place and

a role of value in the society at large.”

There are more emails from even further back on this email list that don’t outright namedrop neurodiversity, but do use the same basic phrasing short of exact wording such as this one from Stephen Drake. Even then, the concept of neurodiversity isn’t very original as it is very derivative of the pre-existing Disability Rights Movement, which was pushing for the same thing. The neurodiversity movement has had a focus on brain-based disabilities since the mainstream Disability Rights Movement often focuses more on physical disabilities.

Harvey Blume (may his memory be a blessing) published two articles on neurodiversity in the late 90s. One that uses “neurological pluralism”, which is basically a synonym, and then another that does use neurodiversity. This was published before Singer’s thesis, though it was something he wrote based on his discussions with her. The older article looks to have been published independently of said discussions, though. Journalists like Blume play a significant role in the popularization of terms, and he published for Atlantic and NYT, two high profile publications. Therefore, it suffices to say he did a lot to help bring the term and idea into the public eye. 

There were some claims in the 2000s that Larry Arnold was the one to coin neurodiversity, though Larry himself disputed this. It’s likely that because he mentioned neurodiversity in his old website that there was a simple misattribution given to him. 

What really put neurodiversity on the map, at least within autistic spaces, was the aforementioned article that Jane Meyerding wrote. Personal accounts relay that this article was a huge deal and sparked many conversations among autistics and cousins about their own lived experiences. Jane does not take credit for the term, but it is worth noting that this was widely shared and had the term in it. Judy’s thesis didn’t get much attention until it was mentioned in another one of her writings published in Disability Discourse, but written before that called "Why Can't You Be Normal for Once in Your Life?". Disability Discourse is cited pretty heavily and mentions the 1998 thesis. A lot of people also seem to get the idea that Judy coined neurodiversity from Steve Silberman’s NeuroTribes, a NYT Best-seller published in 2015. Re-reading the chapter that talks about this, “In Autistic Space”, Silberman talks about the neurodiversity movement’s origins on the whole, including the stuff from ANI and even mentions Jane’s essay. It does mention Judy coined neurodiversity, though Silberman may not have had the intel that its usage predates hers. Many other people didn’t either so Steve isn’t necessarily at fault for this. Steve gave a mostly accurate depiction of neurdoversity’s origins otherwise, so it may just be that people took a snippet from that and repeated it until it became accepted as the definitive truth. 

Neurodiversity is many things. One thing it is not is something that belongs to a single person. Like with any idea, it’s a constant work in progress. Many different people have defined it in different ways and there really wasn’t a single person who coined the term or conceived the idea. It was something collectively devised by a tight-knit community in the late 80s and early 90s. Two or more people are indeed capable of devising the same or similar words to describe the same phenomena independent of one another. The sheer chance that we all happen to live on the same planet in a universe full of them, a planet that happens to be able to support living beings at that, is small enough that the possibility of many separate people coming to the same single conclusion is more likely than not. The most accurate thing to say about neurodiversity’s origins is that it emerged as a concept and a term in the 1990s within communities of autistics and cousins on the internet whose work was influenced by the Disability Rights Movement.

For more perspectives on this, check out a live discussion on this featuring neurodiversity movement veterans from July.

[guppybubbles]

A Glass Half Empty [Part two]

They leave tonight. Wilbur has one last encounter with Tommy.

Word Count: 1882 words

CONTENT WARNING!!!: im pretty sure its nothing?

Read part one here <33!

Tommy doesn’t smoke weed. While he has often joked about doing such things around his friends, never once had his mind thought to actually follow through with those jokes.

Yet this scenario feels like something a smoker would experience, at least, that’s what Tommy thinks. Because normally, people don’t usually see tiny people in their homes, do they?

After taking a glass of water for the morning, he makes a round for the pantry to take a container of cereals for breakfast. Phil didn’t cook anything today, poor dad’s been too busy with work that Tommy doesn’t have the heart to ask for him to cook anything, nor does he have the patience to cook anything himself- so cereals it is. 

Phil came home late again last night, and could barely hold up a conversation before passing out the moment Tommy ushered him to his room. He felt bad that he wasn’t able to help him with anything work-related, so he does his best to keep the house clean and tidy. He doesn’t have much to do anyway during summer break, it’s the least he can do for the big man.

Opening the pantry door, he can’t help but notice two small guys sitting right next to his breakfast of the day. Tommy choked on his water. The liquid shot suddenly to his throat and up to his nostrils, it wasn’t a pretty sight. He coughed and sputtered. His eyes watered as he pounded on his chest with a fist, trying to get himself to calm down. “I-” Tommy took a deep breath. What was he supposed to say? It’s not normal to see little people seemingly having a conversation in his pantry. Yet, that wasn’t the most surprising part. He didn’t choke because he was shocked to see two tiny guys in his home.

He was shocked to hear Wilbur’s voice come from the brunette. 

Tommy noticed he had panicked eyes and tried pulling the pink-haired one away. They were whispering to each other, but it seemed like the brunette- Wilbur, maybe?- had managed to convince the pink-haired lookalike to back off. 

“Wilbur?” He asked. Tommy is still very unsure if what he is experiencing right now is a dream.

“HEH?! HOW DID HE KNOW YO-” In a flash, the brunette grabbed his companion's arm and quickly ran off in a random direction.

“Wait!” Tommy called, pushing away food containers in the direction they ran from and saw nothing but a forgotten small bag of food. They disappeared.

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The twins were in their home in silence. Deafening silence. Wilbur sat on the couch, avoiding eye contact by staring intently at the floor. He fidgeted with his hands, wanting to voice out that he dropped his stash of food at the pantry- but he easily made the decision to not say anything at all, else it would ignite Techno’s flame of anger even more. 

He wasn’t expecting the kid to say his name, much less, even remember him. It opened a topic that he didn’t want to talk about with his twin, because it meant admitting his mistake and making both of them painfully aware that he was the reason they were leaving a decent house. Wilbur couldn’t see it, but he could feel tons and tons of sharp glares being thrown his way. It made him shrink into himself.

It wasn’t fair for Techno to not know about how the kid knew his name. It was just the two of them after all. Techno wasn’t an affectionate person, yet Wilbur could see the effort he made to show it when he was upset. If Techno was hiding something from him, Wilbur would want to know it as well. Why should he stay silent about something that was clearly important enough to bring attention to the two of them? "He knew your name." 

“Tech, I’m s-” 

“Tonight.” Techno interrupted him.

“Eh- What?”

Wilbur met eyes with his twin, and Techno threw his adventure pack at him. He fumbled with his catch but managed to hug it close to his chest. “We’re moving tonight. Pack your stuff.”

It was all his twin said before leaving with their own adventure pack.

That was a couple of hours ago, and Wilbur could only assume Techno went to retrieve the dropped bag of food to get rid of evidence that they were ever here. He would've protested and asked that he stay here, but he knew what Techno was like when he was pissed— and just like before, there was no convincing him when he made up his mind about what to do.

So Wilbur began the arduous process of packing the necessary materials only. They haven't moved in so long— they lived here longer than the father and son duo, and even the people before them. It was a difficult task trying to separate what was needed versus the attachment he had and the attachment he knew Techno had with certain equipment in their household. It took him half an hour trying to make the decision of keeping or leaving the handmade guitar that he grew to love over the years. It wouldn't be too much to carry, but there'll be far more important things they may need, so Wilbur keeps it on the not needed, but wanted list of things they should bring.

He takes this time to wander around the walls. After they both subconsciously agreed that this would be their permanent, perfect home— It really did become a home lived in by two young men who barely knew what they were doing. Their things were placed all around the walls in the house, and it became a habit for the two of them to berate each other when they found one of their pieces of equipment just laying around in a random part of the wall. Yet, they never fixed the habit of making sure they don't leave a few stuff behind. To put things simply, they got too comfortable in a home that wasn't theirs. 

They lost their strong awareness of their surroundings and began feeling like this was their home as well. Should that have been a rule somewhere in the guidelines of being a borrower? Don't live in a bean's home for too long, you might start losing borrower qualities and feel like a human! You might have the urge to talk to beans, even enjoy their presence! Maybe Wilbur was just the stupidest borrower in existence.

"Wilbur?"

Wilbur froze. His thoughts were interrupted by the muffled voice of the kid, Tommy, on the other side of the wall. He must've been so stuck in his head that he wandered too far off and walked to the same place that was the reason for their leave: Tommy's room. 

"Can you hear me, Wil?" Tommy still spoke and Wilbur stayed quiet. Did he know he was here? Was he testing him? "Was it..- It was you I saw earlier, wasn't it?" 

Wilbur heard a forced-out laugh. "I'm talking to the walls…" Despite the quiet mumbling, Tommy continued. "I don't know.. if you can hear me."

There was hesitation. An embarrassment that he's even trying to communicate with the walls in hopes they'll respond— in hopes that he's even listening. Wilbur knows he shouldn't listen. Tommy is fully aware borrowers are living inside the walls, that's a big enough warning sign to leave as quickly as possible, but he stayed. 

"I just.. I don't know, I just can't believe you're real! This whole time I thought I dreamt of having a conversation in my room with a guy for hours! When I woke up, I thought it was just a dream, that I was so lonely I had to make a friend in my own head." Wilbur heard shuffling from the other side. The bed creaked slightly as Tommy sat down.

"Well.. I do have friends. I have Tubbo, Niki, Jack, and Charlie… They're just busy or in other countries, so it's mostly just me. Tubbo and I used to hang out a lot, but he's been busy with the Scouts so.." Tommy laid down, sighing. “Maybe I’m still making stuff up. I just feel a bit dumb.”

“I’m the dumb one.” Wilbur silently replied.

The bed creaked again as Tommy moved, "Hello?"

Fuck. Was that not silent enough? Wilbur knew he should leave and get back home to pack up, but they were moving tonight anyway— just a couple more hours until they aren't living here anymore. Tommy would never see them again.

"Hey, Tommy." This would be their last conversation. Wilbur felt safe within the walls, so having this talk with Tommy felt just like their first. He leaned against the wall, figuring he should take the time to just get his mind off of Techno's anger, even if that meant doing the exact thing that pissed him off. "What- so you're really here?" 

He laughed fondly, "Hundred percent."

“And- and you were the one in the pantry earlier? With your friend?”

Wilbur hesitates to answer but does so anyway. He didn’t wanna mention anything about Techno, his safety felt more important than his own. He’ll just try to direct the conversation away from that topic if ever it arises. “Yep.”  

“Did I scare you guys?” There was a gentle thud on the wall behind him, and he assumed it was Tommy leaning against the wall too. “I’m sorry. I got this bag that you dropped, do you want it back?”

Tommy has the bag Techno was trying to find. Does that mean he had Techno? Was he trying to flush him out? “No. No, it’s okay, I don’t need it anymore.” He remembers Techno had managed to cling on to his own bag when he pulled them away from the kid, he doesn’t need another heart attack from the same bean by getting out of the walls on purpose for a bag they no longer need. One was enough, they don’t need too much on their hands as they find another home.  “Really? Are you sure?”

“Mhm. I’ll be leaving soon anyway.” Wilbur sighed.

“You’re leaving? Where are you going?”

“Dunno really. Where ever the wind takes me, I guess.” 

This time, Tommy was silent. He was contemplating something, Wilbur was sure of it. There was something he wanted to say but just couldn’t get it out, perhaps he couldn’t find the right words? “Is it- … Will you be back?”

And Wilbur didn’t know why, but his heart wrenched at the tone of the kid. He wanted to say yes to make him feel better, but that probably would’ve hurt him more to figure out it was a lie. “I don’t think so.”

“Oh.” And Wilbur didn’t know why, but he half expected the kid to start stating reasons why he should stay here forever. He wouldn’t know what to say if that situation ever did rise. He didn't know why, but he apologized. “Yeah, I’m sorry.”

It was quiet on the other side again. Wilbur would’ve assumed he left the room, if not for the occasional creak of the mattress and shifting of the blankets.

“Can you.. Stay and talk to me until you leave then?”

Wilbur couldn’t say no, so for the time being, he stayed. “Of course I will, Toms.”

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(A/N: ty for reading this until the end!! i hope you enjoyed it :) <33 that took quite a while lmao ive been busy *sobs*)

[ditzydreamsss]

child gods au

"I said I knew" is a quote from a book im reading at school and of course that led me to a scu fic idea!

AU: The council but they're children.

IDEA: Adventures of the Council when they were children! At some point they accidentally but not really accidentally send Grizzly to hell.

-- this was supposed to be /srs fic but its turned into crack.

-- Since I want to tie SBI kingdom into this, I'm gonna just casually snatch some DSMP characters and make them baeby too :]

-- Some side characters will be Tommy, Wilbur, Techno, Phil, probably Skeppy and Bad, Quackity, Purpled maybe? Oh yeah and Schlatt.

-- The format will be short stories each chapter, none really connecting but there are references.

-- Condi's a dragon hybrid. He can fly and carry around his body weight. He can control dimensions but his powers are sometimes out of control. He's the quiet kid, always with his oversized headphones.

-- Charlie can control plants and knows a lot about potions. The usual, but when he panics he can lose control. Same for the rest of the group. He's an extrovert and protective over Condi.

-- Bizly doesn't really have a filter and is bold of what he says. He has a very strong bond with any animals.

-- Grizzly is an ambivert. Loud with friends, pretty quiet alone unless someone says "anime".

-- Schlatt's the bully in this fic, but everything's pretty light hearted in this au. He somewhat cares for the people around him, but he's not good at showing affection and ends up hurting people. Orrr he's just annoyed and actually wants to hurt people sometimes. Children. Oh and he's a few months older than rest of the Council.

-- Everything's the same besides they're children and nothing really bad ever happens.

-- Tommy pretends he's more powerful than the Council but he isn't. He's bossy sometimes but not in a Schlatt way. Charlie's fond of him and considers him a friend, and Tommy does consider them (as in the council) friends no matter how much he denies it.

-- Wilbur's the middle child, Techno's the oldest, Phil's the dad. The usual SBI stuff.

-- Phil adopted(?) the gods as his own. The orphanage was struggling with four very powerful gods and almost pleaded for the king to not take them because they'd only cause chaos. But Phil did adopt them (not officially, but he lets the children sleep in the castle if they want).

-- To Condi, Charlie's his everything. Charlie's the one who speaks up for Condi. He really, really likes Charlie. Very attached, clingy even. This changes as they grow up to be teens, and Condi does talk, but for now he's a shy child :>

-- Puddi is actually a character here. Genderfluid he/she/they/it. Puddi can change its hair length and stuff so that's helpful :D Puddi's one of the few beings Schlatt's gentle to. Puddi can sometimes be really energetic or really, really shy.

-- There's also Apple. Agender and no pronouns (just name)! Loves chaos. Looks up to Schlatt.

-- Condi sometimes uses they/them.

-- Schlatt is surprisingly very respectful for people (or non-people)'s identity. There was this one time he actually stood up for Condi when they were feeling they/them and no one was using it. They have this digital nametag thing that shows name and pronouns. ["We're never talking about this again. But stand up for yourself, okay? This is a one time thing."]

-- That's why Condi's the one to stop Charlie from lashing out at Schlatt when he's annoyed and being over dramatic.

Drabble time!

It was a very fine evening. Grizzly had dragged his three friends out to the forest to show them something he'd made.

"Are we there yet?" Bizly asked again impatiently. His blue hoodie was like a neon blue sign to predators, but they would never harm the god of animals, no matter how young. They were even more protective, really.

Grizzly didn't answer, stubbornly struggling with a bush before Charlie moved it with ease.

"We've been walking for a while." Charlie held Condi's hand, the young dragon hybrid trailing behind the young god of alchemy and plants silently. "Shouldn't we be there right now?"

Grizzly huffed. "It's a top secret place! It's very far from Spawn."

Condi finally spoke up, adjusting his headphones. "It's been about five chunks."

"Mhm! Far... and we're here!"

The four huddled over the bush to a small clearing, clearly artificially made, rocks rooted up and a circle of dirt inside the circle of stone. Inside the circle were markings.

Satanic markings.

They all stared.

Bizly walked forward cautiously. "You have to spawn Satan?"

Grizzly almost rolled his eyes. Wasn't it obvious?

"No! I want to be Satan."

Grizzly sighed when he was met with more silence.

"Guys, I need you to send me to h-e-double hocky sticks."

"Grizzly, Condi could send you to hell anytime you want." Charlie deadpanned. Condi nodded.

"But where's the fun in that? I already got-"

"OH MY GODS, HAM!" Bizly shrieked, running forward to see a dead hairless rat in one of the ritual triangles. Bizly desperately brought it back to life, which actually worked.

"-Sacrifices." The anime obsessed child winced. Bizly had tears in his eyes when he turned, though it was difficult to tell through his sunglasses.

"What the frick, Grizz?"

"Yeah, sorry. Anyways, send me to hell guys. I want to be the last sacrifice!"

"GRIZZ-"

"Yeah, that sounds fun!" Charlie interrupted Bizly's dialogue. "Doesn't it, Condi?"

"I guess?" The other replied, tilting his head.

So, with a bit of tears on the ground, Grizzly was placed in the middle of the ritual circle. Bizly reluctantly helped, putting Ham on the side and replacing it with a dead ant instead.

"Anime, anime, anime, weeb! Anime, anime, anime, weeb!" The three chanted as red lights began the glow around the sphere.

"What the hell is going on here?"

The Council froze their chant, all turning with wide eyes as if they were caught with a video game at school. Schlatt faced them in utter confusion.

"NOOOOPE NOPE NOPE GET OUT!" The Council all simultaneously yelled except Condi, who was behind Charlie. Grizzly raised a giant rock at Schlatt, who, for a split second, had an expression of regret before he screamed and ran away.

"WHAT THE HELL IS WRong with you..." His voice diminished.

Good, now they could continue the chant.

"Anime, anime, anime, weeb! Anime, anime, ANIME, WEEB!!"

The red glow of the ritual grew brighter and brighter until the ground started to shake. The trio continued, thinking it was Grizzly making everything dramatic again even when Grizzly was muttering, "Hey... Guys? Um- maybe we should-"

Then everything happened too quickly.

Condi grabbed Charlie by his arms and flew up, Bizly getting a murder of crows to lift him up as a giant sinkhole opened up in front of them. Grizzly screamed as he fell down.

"ANIIIIMEEEEEEE!!!!" Grizzly screamed his last words. The hole then shrunk before any of the others could react.

"Huh."

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I haven't looked over that, just a fyi

i think thats all (for now??)

the fact that none of these have anything to do with "I said I knew" 😭

I was supposeddd to work ahead on school work and WAIT IM SOBBING I JUST NOTICED LOVE LIKE YOU PIANO COVER'S PLAYING-

the song reminds me of dapduo so much :(

oh right where was i?

oh i also have this different phil adopts 4 gods au that's been sitting in my drafts forever, i'll get it out here at some point

maybe.

if i don't forget.

[bbbellamywrites]

i just wanna start this with a note that i don't go here ( read: i lurk in the back of the class but don't participate, usually getting others (@lionheartedmusings) to share my answers for me ) but i've got thoughts and feelings about how things were going before i stopped watching last night. ( this got long so i tossed in a read more )

obligatory note that even if i don't add a q! i am entirely talking about characters here, not the creators.

q!bad is being accused of so much - some of which he is doing, sure, but honestly it feels a bit rich coming from most people on the server. some are newer and only have whatever people have told them to go off of, so i can understand their view to an extent, but there are others that have been here long enough to know different. to know bbh, to know the others, to know how the island is.

bagi saying bad is becoming evil - is he? outside of the fact that he's a demon of some sort and i think applying the human/mortal concepts of good/evil to beings that are not human/mortal doesn't work, what about how bad has been is evil?

telling her he was going to eat her pets? he wouldn't, and if he did accidentally kill one of her pets he would've felt guilty and replaced it asap. it was a terrible joke, but i think it's important consider bad's humor with his other friends - because he did come to think of bagi as a friend. if he'd said that to baghera, or foolish, or forever, or any number of other people, they would have known he wouldn't actually. they might have taunted him with a "oh yeah? do it", or showed up to punch him a time or two - but at most he would've put the pet in a cage and hid it away and giggled while searching his backpacks so he could give it back.

leaving mines in federation and public spaces? lets ignore the fact that he's trying to get the federation's attention. he isn't putting them in player bases, at least not in any way that would do damage to those bases ( he dug down and used the ghost blocks, yes, but from what i've seen he's only done that in spaces that wouldn't screw up builds ), with the exception of quackity's ( which i think he put down prior to this whole mess, if i'm remembering correctly ). even then... he is far from the first person on the server to put the mines everywhere, and i only vaguely remember at this point, but i don't think most people have been as careful with their use of them. plus... maybe i'm wrong, but i feel like he's only doing it because the eggs aren't here. i wouldn't be surprised if he went through and cleaned up as much as he could as soon as the kids come home.

stealing, or "liberating" furniture? this isn't a new behavior, and more recently when i've seen him pick something up, he just ends up putting it right back down. it was a fun little game, a little habit that was annoying but overall didn't hurt people. i even remember there being a little game of it between him and cellbit, a back and forth that might have been annoying but read as affection.

does any of that make him evil? because if it does, i think we may as well just mark down everyone on the island as being evil.

next up we have the kidnapping stuff. did he kidnap a worker? sure, but the only one that knows that is baghera. the others have no evidence, and are speculating, and most are just getting that information from tubbo. (for this we're gonna ignore that the evidence tubbo found was pretty clearly meant more for bad to find, because that doesn't matter anymore unless they force a retcon which i don't see them doing.)

• bad has, on a few different occasions, imprisoned people : - usually foolish, in those little cage traps - just a silly game between two ancient non-human creatures, a back and forth that no one seems to understand when they try to explain it. its a game, just like the fish slapping or inviting people to live in the dragon. • with cellbit and phil (with tubbo as an audience), caging forever and pac was done to save them. they were caged, and downed, so they could have their pockets cleared and then they could begin the detox to get them off the drugs the federation had them on. they were worried for their friends and were willing to go to extremes to save them. • ron. ron, who bad has had for ages at this point. he tortured him once and felt bad for it and hasn't done it again, as far as we know. he healed him up. bad gave him his name, if i remember correctly. he has come to care for ron, has given him as nice a cell as he can - nicer than the federation would have given them, if i had to guess. ron who, in some twisted reverse-stockholm syndrome moment, bad has come to think of as part of his family. he is using ron, and keeping him captive, but i fully trust him to find a way to let him go safely, and probably even get him set up somewhere.

one of those is pretty clearly wrong by the standards most people have, but he's already expressed he's willing to do whatever it takes to get his kids back. everyone is always ready to destroy the federation without a thought, without thinking about the details ( are any of the workers (canonically) in the buildings they're fucking with? are the workers going to get in trouble and punished for the things the residents are doing (look at walter bob, who was punished for looking different after mike's haircut, or when he was being kind/helping them in the prison)? are the workers the ones that are going to have to clean up the mess they make (the federation probably could've done it in a snap, but still sent workers to remove the cobble after the lavacast that fit/phil/tubbo did)?

so bad, from all of that, is evil and a problem and all that, right? what if we look at the things the others have done, or planned to do:

• that lavacast we mentioned up there? not end of the world, but the server is pretty quick to grief, especially to get attention. the melons in the church, the mines everywhere, the drills that were nerfed at least partially because people kept using them to break into federation buildings? most people on the island can be lumped in on this one. • the mines, by the way, that not only destroyed land and builds but downed (killed?) players? could've easily killed the eggs? • forever's plan from ages ago, in which he intended to kidnap philza and annoy (torture) him until he loved him back. • foolish taking pac & mike directly to cucurucho to be arrested, happily willing to arrest anyone else. • cellbit killing abueloier, straight up murdering the man. for what... saying he was gonna tell roier not to marry him? • quackity/elquackity? kidnapping - even if you don't count richas (who was still 1% his son), he kidnapped and threatened dapper and had tried repeatedly to take tallulah. constantly threatened the eggs, had plans to kill them various times.

but most of them aren't evil, right? sure they did bad things, but they're not evil?

i don't know, i simply think things on the island are too grey to use black and white words like "good" and "evil".

....also real tired of people saying bad is grieving his 'son' as if he doesn't also have pomme, as if he didn't love all of the other eggs like his own. he spent so much time with the kids. gave them so many resources, and was so quick to help them however he could - to give them any number of things they asked for. but now they're gone and he's lost, and his moral compass (dapper & pomme) is gone.

he's not bending over backwards to help people - he's playing the same games the others were playing in the beginning... and people are so quick to decide he's the problem.

because they care.

they're breaking into his house and ignoring the sign (which tubbo read out loud to phil and forever, which i'll give them that maybe they didn't know that was the direction forever went? because tubbo and phil went back to spawn briefly, but context clues should've told them.). they sneak around instead of talking to him.

because they care.

telling others and not needing proof to believe what's said. they know him, and the report tubbo's talking about doesn't sound too much like the bbh they know, but it makes sense.

because they care.

they refuse to believe him. because yeah, he lies a lot. sure he's been one of the most reliable people on the island, and even when he does lie it's usually harmless and playful. and sure when he does have something he might play for a few minutes but usually gives it back. but this time they don't believe him.

because they know him. because they care.

[hecatesbroom]

I never thought about the multiple variations of when Dorothy was married as Sophia trying to publicly protect her but wow. I do wonder how much Dorothy understands Sophia is protecting her, because there's definitely Complicated Feelings between them and it seems like maybe Dorothy sees Sophia's disappointment/anger first (do they ever mention how Sal felt? I remember Dorothy saying she always thought he wasn't proud of her or something but idk if it was related to her pregnancy ... also gotta wonder how it effected her relationship with Gloria and Phil)

Hii anon! If you'd like a more in-depth take on Sophia protecting Dorothy through the inconsistency of her stories I highly(!!) recommend the lovely @the-eclectic-wonderer 's post on Dorothy's age when she married Stan (I haven't looked the same at Sophia since!)

I've got a lot of things to say about this, so I'm putting my thoughts under the cut to avoid clogging people's dashes haha

I personally think Dorothy doesn't really know the extent of how much Sophia cares for/protects her in those moments (& those moments specifically, because I feel like she's otherwise pretty attuned to the way Sophia shows affection? They've got pretty similar problems around opening up with other people and several of their scenes together show that they've sort of found a way around this!) But their general relationship aside, it's pretty clear in several instances that Dorothy is hurt by Sophia's remarks on her marriage with Stan, her pregnancy, etc — so I can't help but think she's not too aware of what Sophia is doing, trying to help and protect her? Especially when, in a lot of cases, she could've just said nothing and avoided hurting Dorothy entirely; there's usually a less hurtful path involved, but Sophia purposely chooses to make her remarks. Whether or not they're constructed to protect Dorothy in one way or another, she still makes the choice to hurt her too (although, knowing Sophia, I doubt she's fully aware of the effects her words have? Idk, that's some food for thought!)

It seems like this isn't a topic either of them has ever been too willing to discuss, let alone openly and emotionally. Sophia tends to deal with things with jokes and nasty comments, and Dorothy seems to shut everyone out entirely. I'm not sure where I'm going with this exactly haha, but what I'm trying to say is their coping methods are too far apart (and too similar) for the opportunity for any real, constructive conversation about this to have occurred? So maybe Sophia is reaching out to Dorothy in her way (the only way she knows how to) and Dorothy... Well, I think she mentioned it genuinely hurts her at some point (though I'm not sure if that was in response to a Stan-related comment or something else) which I think means we can conclude she doesn't see the deeper layer behind Sophia's behaviour — or maybe she does, but it doesn't take away the hurt?

As for Sal: I believe Dorothy mentioned something about his reaction in S5, E13: Mary Had A Little Lamb. I don't remember her speech in its entirety, but she mentioned something about "Only having one parent [Sophia]" for a while, so I think Sal took it a lot less well than Sophia.

Good point about Gloria and Phil too!! I genuinely have no clue. We do know Dorothy's a lot older than both of them (I think she was 7 when Phil was born, and if I remember correctly, it's implied that he was the middle sibling?) so if Dorothy was 17 when she got pregnant and married Stan, it means Phil and Gloria were 10 and under. She was, by all accounts, An Adult to them already — so it might not have damaged their relationship, so much as changed their perception of her? I'm sure they could've been a lot closer if Dorothy had been allowed to stay at home and be a child for longer than she was. As it is, I can't help but wonder if they ever saw her as their peer or more like an older relative?

[leafcabbage]

If you want to talk more about clingy duo and how they love each other,,, im very much willing to listen,,,, (also if you want to talk about drdi phil im also very interested, was looking at that recent drdi phil post like 👀)

im always happy to talk about BOTH and am preemptively putting a keep reading because i feel this may get long....

drdi clingyduo makes me more insane than i already am. and baybee im diagnosed. anyway... oh man what to say about them. i think one of the things that really gets me about them is that they were separated for like 4(? idk my own fic) years and when they were finally reunited and living together again they both decided they should just like.,.. pretend none of that happened and so they never got around to talking about the time they spent apart? like they straight up dont know things about each other from that time because theyve been pretending it doesn't exist. the healthiest way to handle things, really. tubbo was literally getting frantic payphone calls from tommy who was like actively in crisis and then he comes home and cries so hard about it he throws up and then theyre like "Awesome well tahts Over so we never have to talk about it yippee!!" (until sssd of course but thats only the start.)

like MAN they love each other so much but also neither of them entirely know how to go about things productively and healthily and they both feel like it should be enough that they are together again... and its NOT because they have to actually talk about things!!! makes me crazy.

as for drdi phil. man theres a lot there i havent figured out but i do know that he had his own rough shit in his childhood and he saw techno and went "i can like. do something here. i can help." and then he did. and he did a little blackmailing and maybe some insurance fraud to get the job done, but he did it. also he didn't mean to end up with wilbur in his care. that wasnt on purpose he wasnt ready to to any of that but he kind of stumbled into it due to circumstances. like my man is not foster care certified or anything. im gonna avoid saying more on that until im certain im not contradicting facts i laid out in past chapters, but also if wilbur said something out loud, he might have been lying at any given moment.

anyway all that to say. phil is like... really good at seeming like he has everything figured out when in reality hes constantly pretty sure hes two seconds from like spontaneously combusting. also hes a gamer btw. thats how he knows sneeg they are internet friends. i havent given enough weight to internet friends yet in this story so i will say that now. phil goes through a crazy day of teaching at a university he barely feels qualified to work at and comes home to a house he got for extra cheap rent because a guy died there and has dinner usually with his kid who he never planned to end up with and then puts on some headphones and plays fucking halo or something for five hours before going to bed and repeating it all the next day. what a hero

[xerxeswitch]

A New Bear Spirit Guest

-- Ever watched that movie called Brother Bear? It was an all time favorite as a kid -- Phil Collins' phenomenal music and the valuable lesson in that movie where the antagonist wasn't a person dressed in a black cape about to break into his villain score. It lived inside Kenai himself, and he underwent the journey to become what he hated (a bear) to understand them, acknowledge his wrong doings while understanding the journey to becoming the man he needs to be, and embodying love and its messages.

Anyways... I remember the scene where Kenai was boasting on what kind of totem he was going to get. He said something like, "I am expecting a sabretooth tiger for strength, greatness, you know, something that fits me." -- and he ended up disappointed when he got the bear of love totem as his step in becoming a man. He despised what he got saying "love isn't what it takes to be a man." ... ... While it may not be that way in particular with my situation, I had a spirit that has been following me for several months that looked like a bear. Even other readers saw him and commented what I saw too. I didn't think much of it at the time. I will say that the bear spirit didn't look like a normal bear, but this giant anthropomorphic beast trying to make itself look unassuming. ... Suddenly, a few weeks ago, I suddenly got an big head pressure and a voice asking me about this location on where he found himself. It was the bear spirit. I assume it was going to start out majestic or mythical as some make spirit work out to be at times. Nope, he was a very extroverted creature with a "himbo" mentality who wanted companionship. If anything he reminded me of that Security Breach game with Glamrock Freddy, or Perrito from Puss and Boots.

Even worse, he claims he doesn't like his real form very much due to some bad history, so he decided to shift into that form here and there which made me feel second hand embarrassment. (Nothing against it, I just personally found it awkward) (I'm also going to leave our personal details of his of course) (Just to be perfectly clear on this, I never cared about the characters/no hyperfixations, and I don't get hyperfixations unless it's my own work. Which adds to my confusion...) I wasn't the friendliest person to him because I was very cautious and territorial of my space, and so was my Family. But they ended up not minding his presence later which...shocked me. They'd usually attack anything that comes too close they deemed as an uninvited guest. But. I gave him every reason to just move on as I was acting annoyed and disinterested. Then the image of Kenai disliking the bear of love totem came to mind and I was mirroring his attitude about it. -------- The huge part of me really disapproving this at first was because of the use of using a fictional character as a form to approach me. About 95% of that happening is because the entity/spirit is a malicious/toxic type that uses that to take advantage of a host's interests and comforts, and uses that to get closer to prey on their energy at a better accessibility. I've seen it a lot happening and it's disturbing to say the least. I mean, it's not that far-fetched considering tales of malicious entities taking on the form of something innocent or a past loved one to get closer to their victim and undergo infestation in their lives. It's just been modernized. ... The reason I am letting him around me is because he feels familiar. That strange sense of deja vu. My energy knowing him and feeling alarmingly comfortable. That's honestly how I had made connections with my Family for the most part. He seems to have a sweet disposition and he ... well ... let's say mirrors some things that does remind me of Glamrock Freddy, much to my embarrassment. My pride was cringing. Despite me disapproving of this approach, I still drew him something based off of what he likes, and he turned into that form in the drawing...because he said, "It's specially made for me from you and that means a lot. I'll wear it and cherish it." ...Yuck. Sappy affection. (Family does this to me too though in their own way, and I actually appreciate it)

-- The one thing I noticed in particular about him is his sense of being overprotective, when he has absolutely no reason to be. I checked and vetted many times to see how consistent this is. I am honestly still vetting and this will continue for maybe several months to even a couple of years. (I'm distrustful as heck by nature with foreign spirits and entities, but I'm getting better?) I'm still getting second hand embarrassment about this and I might delete this post later if I feel like it. His name here will be F. (Not what you think) I'm still doing the vetting process intensely until I can debunk this experience or confirm what is happening. Anybody had a spirit/entity taking the form of a modern day fictional being? (Not Randy Stair style) I only had one experience where a current Family member I will call Shad here, took on the form of an existing character when I was a child...mainly to comfort me and not traumatizing me with is real form that I can handle now. But that's really it. He was a rare case. I find this spirit work really unorthodox and just...well...strange.

[phanfictioncatalogue]

pls help me find this fic where phil sleeps really deep and for HOURS and he dreams of meeting diff versions of dan (one of which dan graduated from law school and they meet at a coffee shop) and this makes the dan he rlly is with so concerned. its kind of like phil gets transported in a diff timeline kinda thing !! tysm pls :( <3

Is this it?

under a sheet of rain in my heart (i dream of home) (ao3) - The_Blonde

Summary: “Dan feels like he represses a lot of memories of late, but not in the usual way that he tries to forget embarrassing videos or awkward things he’s said, repressed to the point that the idea of them falls straight through his fingers. A feeling of constantly missing something, getting to things late. Phil, sometimes, not just after waking up (because neither of them can cope with conversations then) but later, during breakfast, will say, hopefully any dreams? and really mean any dreams about me? Phil’s dream journal is still a collection of poems about Dan, dreams about Dan, things Dan had read and felt guilty about. If he had a dream journal then it would be blank. Phil, hopefully, pleadingly, asking, any dreams? Dan always wants to say yes. And they were all about you."

Or: Dan is a law student. Or a vet. Or struggling through a degree that he doesn’t want. Maybe he's a Youtuber. Maybe he composes music. Sometimes he's in the 1920s. In all of these places he has dreams, even if he doesn’t remember them. In all of these places he is in love with Phil. It's just trying to work out which time is the right one.

-Rae

[bonesandthebees]

okay first of all i love the title anyways lets go!

i should potentially reread the prequel bjt yolo

title sic infit means so it begins thats neat i like it

im never going to shut up about the way you describe things like this is a dude resding a book but every word is written with such care that its so much more

ooh a ferronnière fancy i am googling so hard rn

the announcement from the snippets! i am very excited about this bit

i think that if wilbur isnt told about it that means it probably has something to do with him in some way. but i do think that even though he thinks phil would be told that he might mot have been its probably a pretty big thing i would think. if it was nothing wilbur would know i think so yeah i would assume that even if it doesnt directly pertain to wilbur that it will be something that will impact him

ah his choice on the heir? yes

i like the break you chose it fits

tnt duo!

i feel like its gonna be some curveball idk im like so skeptical that it would be that easy i also didnt read the summary oops anyways but ywah i feel like a secret third option gets named heir or something like tommy because you said we dont meet him this chapter but will next and yeah idk i dont ever expect things to go how people think they will

phil wasnt told

its definitely going to be a curveball

i dont think its the announcement they think it will be i truly think if it is related to the heir hes going to bring in a third option or just announce that a third option is the heir

something is happening tonight lets see it

how gay are ponk and sam on a scale of 7-10?

NEW VISITORS. TOMMY!

willum hehe

I WAS RIGHT (potentially)

i am so excited for this fic oh my god its going to be so good i can just tell

this pendant means so much its his family and his power and his status and its interesting

YOU HAVE PINTEREST BOARDS I WANT TO SEE THEM

OMG AND THE PLAYLIST FOR THIS FIC oooooooh i like the vibes

anyways im sooooo excited for this fic i think its going to be a fun one!

- 🪿

thank you!! the original title was just 'under the rose' but it felt off to me (partly bc I have a fic already titled under the brine and I thought it would be too similar) so I wanted to make it slightly different but still hold the same meaning. eli helped me brainstorm different words to add to it and then they suggested hanging and I was like ooo ok yeah we're gonna go with that, and I'm very happy with it now

the prequel is very fun if you want some more context + rainduo being cute kids

lol yeah figured sic infit was fitting as a first chapter title

tyyy I always struggle with finding my 'voice' in the first chapter of a new long form fic, because I need to figure out how I'm going to describe things and what word choice I'll lean towards so this chapter had a lot of me experimenting with different descriptions. i'm so glad you like them though!

ty ty I always have fun (read: struggle) with choosing the line breaks for my fics because I want them to hold at least some kind of meaning/connection to the story but also look nice. I experimented with a few unicode flowers and the order to put them in before I decided on the break I have now and I think it looks exactly how I wanted it

curveball :)))

sam and ponk are like a 9 because ponk isn't the king and even though sam keeps saying it's fine they know they gotta show some decorum in public

the pendant gets talked about more in the prequel, but yes it shows wilbur's status as being the son of the consil. it's representative of the role that has defined his entire life at the palace so it holds a lot of meaning to him

usually I have no problem sharing my pinterest boards for fics, but I actually don't have a public board for this one I just realized. the only board I have for it is a private one so it can be as messy and disorganized as I want and mostly just be used to hold references. I might make a public one though and if I do I'll share it with you all! for now though all you get is this one screenshot of part of it (yes there are so many screenshots from game of thrones on it because the costume design for that show is literally amazing)

the playlist is also a lot of fun I am trying so hard to find exactly the right vibes for it

thank you so much I'm so glad you're excited for this!! i'm so excited to share it with you all after so long :D

[black-arcana]

EPICA: 'We Already Started Working On New Music'

EPICA guitarists Mark Jansen and Isaac Delahaye spoke with Guitar Interactive at this year's Download festival in the United Kingdom about the progress of the songwriting sessions for the follow-up to 2021's "Omega" album. Mark said (as transcribed by BLABBERMOUTH.NET): "We already started working on new music. I don't know, actually, the status of every bandmember, because everybody is now in their own home studios making music. So I know that I am; I know [Isaac] is, because he talked about it. But I don't know from everybody. I don't know, for example, Rob, if he has already [written] some songs. But personally, it's going well, and I'm in a flow of inspiration."

Added Isaac: "Well, I have a two-and-a-half-year-old, so my flow of inspiration is not really one hundred percent. But, yeah, I'm working on a couple of ideas, and, actually, for the next album I thought I kind of have to… You always wanna reinvent yourself; don't do the same thing. So I'm still scanning, like, what can I do to break out of the usual way of writing? If something happens with that or not, we'll see. But I just like to think it over and see what else I can do with those seven strings. So that's happening right now. Then after the festivals, we have some writing camps where we all get together and start to [put all the pieces] together, work on each other's ideas."

A couple of months ago, EPICA frontwoman Simone Simons told Czech Republic's Backstage TV about the band's plans for a new LP: "After this year, all the festivals, we're gonna start writing a new record… All the bandmembers start writing songs in their home studio by themselves, but I haven't heard any of those songs yet… When inspiration strikes, we just start writing. But we're gonna schedule writing sessions. And we're all excited to write a new record."

Regarding how the songwriting works in EPICA, Simone said: "Well, it's mostly that first they have some music, some demos, and then I start to come up with vocal lines for that. That is mostly how it goes. The guys start writing the songs and then they give me a listen so I can already come up with vocal lines and then they can continue writing the songs to support the vocal lines. Sometimes songs are written really fast; sometimes it takes long. And inspiration can strike at the weirdest times. So it's good that we always have the phone that we can quickly record melodies, whether it's for vocals or like a guitar riff or anything. Everybody has a home studio, so it's very practical to quickly record ideas. And then we get together. Because we live in four different countries; we don't live in the same village. And then we actually sit together and finish writing the songs."

EPICA played two shows as the support act for METALLICA — on May 17 at Stade De France in Paris, France and on May 28 at Volksparkstadion in Hamburg, Germany. EPICA was added to the METALLICA bill as the replacement for FIVE FINGER DEATH PUNCH.

Last November, EPICA released "The Alchemy Project" through Atomic Fire Records. The EP was co-written and performed with diverse guests ranging from extremists like FLESHGOD APOCALYPSE, Niilo Sevänen (INSOMNIUM) and Björn "Speed" Strid (SOILWORK) along with melodic masters like Tommy Karevik (KAMELOT),keyboard legend Phil Lanzon (URIAH HEEP) and Roel Van Helden (POWERWOLF) to a once-in-a-lifetime song with Simons, Charlotte Wessels and Myrkur.

Just one day after the release of its anniversary reissues "We Still Take You With Us" and "Live At Paradiso", EPICA celebrated 20 years of existence live last September at 013 in Tilburg, Netherlands, the same place where they played their first show (supporting ANATHEMA) back in 2002.

EPICA was formed by Jansen after leaving AFTER FOREVER in 2002, and the band quickly gained attention outside their home country, taking big steps towards becoming the leading symphonic metal superpower they have long proven to be. After their ambitious debut "The Phantom Agony" (2002) and the surprisingly eclectic sophomore work "Consign To Oblivion" (2005),the road took them to new heights via their first concept masterpiece "The Divine Conspiracy" (2007) and their global breakthrough "Design Your Universe" (2009). 2012's opus "Requiem For The Indifferent", 2014's bedazzling "The Quantum Enigma" and "The Holographic Principle" (2016),cemented their reputation as not only one of the hardest-working metal bands in the business but also as one of the best. With "Omega", the final part of the metaphysical trilogy they began with "The Quantum Enigma", they reclaimed the throne without so much as the blink of an eye, amassing three million-plus streams during the first week of the album's release.

[fauslayer]

Stinky and pizzano headcanons go crazy

OH BOY! im about to post images so uh rest under the cut

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the dev art of/about these two is really fucking good i must say.

i have a strange web of headcanons about their meeting and how they interact and about 80% of the gist is that stinky was doomed the second that they said "yeah hes the noisette function" and through a series of interconnected "wouldnt it be funny"s i see them as a kind of quirky mostly-noncommital(*) relationship with an incredibly rocky start. (*youll see)

stinky, Or Phil, since this was the before times, was originally hired for short term contract work on occasional odd jobs for PTV; he wasnt that aware or particularly fond of the network so he became a sort of Pizzano Favourite on virture of talking to him like a normal fucking person. the stuff pizzano asks for is weird and usually incredibly dangerous, but its a chance for him to actually strut his engineering legs and not just fix broken down cars all day. it was during this era that the nickname landed because im 100% convinced that pizzano fucked up his last name day one and called him stinky and never stopped. he hates it.

as jobs turn more frequent, he starts making visits to the studio itself, to do handyman work and maintenance on his pre-existing creations and some other gaggles of props and vehicles (and lots and lots of firearms??) lying around PTV. they strike up a familiar enough racket that pizzano suddenly invites him to join his actual staff, huge benefits and huge salary on top of still getting commission pay (the legality of his pay arrangement is dubious but literally nobody higher-up says no to the pizzano because hes an entertainment juggernaut, and also A Big Man With A Gun). he probably should have said no to this job, but the zeroes beckon him.

new position places him a lot closer to pizzano on the daily, which definitely starts to grate on him. hes loud, obnoxious, changes on a dime, gets stuck in moods from mere minutes to whole weeks, seems allergic to actually getting any proper work done, and is generally kind of a nuisance. the pay is nice, but he cannot deny some days he wants to like. grab that blue motherfucker and chunk him across a room until he stops bouncing. he didnt sign up to be a glorified secretary for some pastry baron lunatic.

the problem is because hes around pizzano a lot more than other workers, and pizzano has more inherent trust in him, stinky gets to see. some weird shit? some concerning shit. like nobody else is freaked out by how often this guy throws up? he just smashes himself into walls for fun? he doesnt even have windows in his room, for gods sake, is nobody else worried about this? but its also none of his business to tell, so he doesnt. the pizzano drags him to restaurants and moving showings and private parties and occasionally, embarrassingly onto the dance floor at a wrap party while intoxicated (lets hope i ever finish that wip). maybe pizzano just isnt great at having friends, stinky wonders, maybe he just exclusively has frenemies or something.

on pizzanos end, this is where the * and the noisette bit kick in a little harder. my biggest "wouldnt it be funny" was just like. what if instead of having the noisette proxy swooning over a relatively unaffected but still loving noise proxy just like a carbon copy of pizza tower it was. The Other Way Around. pizzanos really fucking bad at flirting; he just sorta treats stinky ""the same as he would anyone else"" (hes definitely treating him a little better but he has that irritating pizzano charm) and expects him to pick up on it. hes not mad if stinky DOESNT pick up on it, but pizzano is sure he will eventually! stinky does something nice for him after a bad day and he has to go back to his room and bury his head in his pillow and kick his legs behind him like a schoolgirl.

if anything happens to actually kick off a relationship between the two its probably happening while theyre both drunk at a party or something and pizzano is babbling about how much he enjoys stinkys company and stinky is like .oO{ a bear is fine } and they make some mutual bad decisions that they have to wake up and reflect on but both of them are honestly pretty okay with it. pizzano definitely loves stinky more than stinky loves him At First, but they steadily keep growing into something more comfortable as time goes on. i think sugary spire probably happens a bit before this event, rationally.

thanks for reading my manifesto