#and hopefully makes enough sense

[butchfalin]

the funniest meltdown ive ever had was in college when i got so overstimulated that i could Not speak, including over text. one of my friends was trying to talk me through it but i was solely using emojis because they were easier than trying to come up with words so he started using primarily emojis as well just to make things feel balanced. this was not the Most effective strategy... until. he tried to ask me "you okay?" but the way he chose to do that was by sending "👉🏼👌🏼❓" and i was so shocked by suddenly being asked if i was dtf that i was like WHAT???? WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME?????????? and thus was verbal again

[maxipad33]

in brazil we went hunting

it was hard finding time to draw while i was in korea but i finally finished this beast on the plane! max verstappen brazil 2024 you are so special to me

also feel free to use as a wallpaper!

alt versions under the cut

[yuwuta]

HOW DID YOU GET USED TO THE HAUNTING, THE WILLING, THE MISSING, THE WANTING — YUUTA OKKOTSU

content, warnings. more of the knight yuuta universe yippee. i got an ask about telling him he’d make a good prince and flustering him, and that struck something in me, though this interpretation of that ask is probably a bit darker/more serious than envisioned... i will publish the ask w the other version of this scenario too. unfortunately for everybody involved i was a theater kid and i did listen to cell block tango and the first half of hamilton before i had this idea </3 i’m sorry if you can tell

more notes. set in the same universe as this drabble, which are all set in the same universe as a full fic draft i have and would love to finish some day lol. anyway, say hello to the gojo of this au 

You are not ready to be queen. As much as you resent your mother, your father, the elders in the cabinet, the system you were raised in—as much as you wish to be a ruler that creates change and peace in your court and kingdom, you know that you are not ready to hold that position. 

It shows now more than ever, with your parents being escorted to a neighboring kingdom for a meeting, and you in charge of the harvest ball. There is china to be chosen, silverware to be polished, candlesticks to be blessed, gowns to be sewn, a menu to be curated, a ballroom to be prepared—and you are sorely behind on all of your duties. 

A lackluster princess does not make for a promising queen. And distractions do not help you become anything of yourself. 

“I do not have time to discuss the lilies Sir Gojo. I am aware they are drooping and that they are your favorite, but I do not control the weather,” you sigh, handing back a scroll to a maid before turning to your head knight.

“That sounded very queenly, my little lady! You’ve been practicing,” he towers above you, with a growing smile and little care for your position. He bends forward to press the tip of his gloved pointer finger to your nose, “I too mourn the lilies, but I am afraid I agree: we have much more pressing matters to discuss. Come along, shall we?” 

You’ve learned to be wary of Sir Gojo’s words over the years. He often leads with a false timbre, or makes otherwise simple conversation into a riddle for his own amusement. Even as you’ve learned when to ignore his games, you’ve also grown appreciative of his light demeanor, and his insistence on speaking to you directly, rather than shielding you away. 

You take his arm, looping yours through his, and allow him to lead you down the courtyard steps and into the grand garden. You put your trust in him, allowing your feet to follow the path he sets, and letting your mind wander. You wonder whether you should set the gold or bronze-trimmed plates for the ball, if the curtains should remain closed or open, if the embossed or embellished silverware would leave a better impression on your guests. 

“Princess?” your knight calls for you. You focus your attention back to him, apologizing for your lapse in attention. 

You expect a smile, perhaps another press to your nose and a light scolding, but Gojo’s expression is much more neutral. “Sir?”

“I said that Lord Hajime is dead. His court will send a representative to the harvest ball, but how would you like to proceed?” 

“Dead?” your breath hitches momentarily, “Was he unwell?” 

“I do not know. The letter gave no detail. I believe the court sent an apology for not being able to deliver a suitor as promised. The family wishes to keep this private until after the harvest.” 

When you look up to him, you see no mischief in his expression. He’s serious, and you feel lightheaded, warm, and icy all at once. “I see,” you say, and pull away from Gojo’s arm, “Excuse me. I—I need a moment to myself.”

“You are sick? So suddenly?” Gojo asks, turning with your body so that his back is never to you.

“No—I… I… I need to be alone,” you confess, wrapping your arms around themselves, curling into your own body. Gojo stands firm, a short nod in understanding. He raises his hand to make a signal; an order for the knights on the periphery who can see but not hear. 

You smile, small, grateful for him. “Please, arrange our finest favors, and ask Ieiri for her favorite elixir.” 

Gojo’s smile reflects yours, albeit stained with more sympathy. “Of course.” 

“And tell the maids that I shall postpone the table placements until tomorrow morning. Should you find yourself with time to spare, let me know if you prefer the bronze to gold trim.” 

Gojo nods, taking a half-step to stand in front of you. In times like these, you feel like the little princess under his watch and care from when you were younger. His presence is frightening, overwhelming, and yet, more comforting and welcoming than your own parents. 

Carefully, he leans down to whisper, “Yuuta and his fleet have not yet returned, he will not be in the knight’s chambers. I will send him to you when he arrives.” You blink in sudden awe, and Gojo smiles, reaches for your hand and raises it to his lips to press a chaste kiss, “Do not regret too long, princess.” 

You hear him before you see him. It’s a bad habit for a knight, you think; you can always hear or feel where Yuuta is, even if you can’t see him. You think he ought to be more stealthy, more secretive, quieter; but then again, you don’t. He reserves plenty of stealth for his motives, stores plenty of secrets in his mind, keeps his words quiet or has a way of keeping other people’s quiet. 

The throne room is cold. It’s your least favorite room in the castle, but tonight, you hope it inspires you.

You don’t sit on your throne, you don’t sit on your mother’s or your father’s; you don’t sit at all. You stand, at the top of the stairs, staring at the seats and the tapestry and the paintings of your forefathers that decorate the backdrop. Behind you, at the base of the stairs, Yuuta kneels. You don’t need to see him to know; you can feel it on your palms with your hands behind your back; you can see it in the eyes of your grandfather’s portrait, you can hear it in the way his knee hits the carpet. 

“You may stand.” 

“I shouldn’t, my lady,” Yuuta replies, “Not here.” 

“You do many things you shouldn’t,” you sigh, steady, “Stand, Yuuta.” 

You hear the metal of his armor rustle against itself. You can feel when he stands; it feels like he’s right behind you, even though you know he’s ten steps below you. 

You inhale, slowly; exhale, slowly. Clench your hands behind your back, and then relax your shoulders the way you’ve seen your grandfather do. Then, you speak. “Lord Hajime is dead.” 

You turn, slowly, and wait until your cape has finished its turn, has settled behind you again before you speak again; a tactic your grandmother was fond of. “Lord Hajime is dead,” you repeat, “He is dead, and I asked you not to kill him.” 

Yuuta looks up to you. Neck craned, hands neatly behind his back, his helmet on the carpeted floor to his left. He does not look small. 

You take a step downwards. “I said this is not how I wanted matters to be resolved.” Another step down, a pause, then repeat, “I said that I do not wish to resort to violence.” Another step down, a pause, “To resort to murder.” Another step down, hurried, “I stood under my balcony,” another step, “and I told you not to murder Lord Hajime. I told you not to kill him,” another step; a pause, hysterical, “And yet Lord Hajime is dead. He is dead because—”

“I did not kill him.”

You pause your descent, four steps above Yuuta. You are only half a head taller than him like this. At this distance you can see the gray of his irises, wide and speckled with brown, without a shred of remorse pooling within them. It makes you sneer. 

“You expect me to believe that it is a coincidence that a fortnight after I catch you on your way to murder Lord Hajime, that he dies?” you question, rhetorical, “I am naive, but I am not a fool, Yuuta.” 

“You are no fool, my princess, and Lord Hajime was no saint,” Yuuta shakes his head, “He was a tyrant. He took three wives prior and treated them all as whores. He alone was responsible for the destruction of the crops in the north. He had only himself to blame.” Yuuta pauses, and you see something melt behind steely eyes. “It was a murder, yes, but not a crime.”

Yuuta’s lips wobble slightly, but the rest of him remains upright. It always goes like this: first his head, then his heart, then his body following—in everything he does. You blink, slowly, and take another step down; eye-level with Yuuta at this height. 

“You did not kill him,” you repeat, leveled with revelation, “You just gave the order.” 

Yuuta’s eyelids fall slowly, then his head follows in a shallow nod. He keeps his neck bent, keeps his head hung in front of you. You sigh. 

“Who was it this time,” you ask. He does not raise his head; you do not wait for him to speak, you dip your head so that your lips are level with his ears. “Megumi? Surely he would have hated the way Lord Hajime treated his livestock. Maybe Yuuji—he has been impatient to prove himself since recovering from his last injury. Or perhaps Toge, he would’ve done it swiftly in his sleep, without a sound.”

Yuuta keeps his gaze on the floor, keeps his words quiet. “Nobara.” 

“Dame Nobara, who strives to replace you as my first blade?” you question, “What, as some kind of test of loyalty to you?” 

Yuuta raises his head, eyes stern, brows drawn. “No, princess. To you.” 

You freeze. Your anger flares, and then subsides to only weak embers as you understand Yuuta’s motives, and Sir Gojo’s final words to you. You’re careful when you reach forward to brush your knuckle against Yuuta’s cold cheek, only the kiss of a touch between your finger and his face; even, still, he shudders, and you watch him melt from head to toe; from his eyebrows to his eyes to his lips to his shoulders to his knees. 

“You are disobedient, and indignant, and ruthless,” you list, voice soft, touch softer as you allow your fingers to graze the top of his ears, adoring the flush that follows, “And kind, and careful, and charming.”

You watch the color stain Yuuta’s cheeks and his ears, you revel in the pout on his lips, and the effort of his breathing. You only wish he were this easy to tame all the time. 

Still, he precious to you, so you are careful when you raise your opposite hand to his face, taking advantage of the difference in your status and stature to tilt his head upwards, lean down and press your words against his cheek, “You would make for a lovely prince,” you tell him, “The people would love you. Our enemies would fear you. The soldiers would respect you.” The kisses between your sentences are featherweight, trailed from the high point of his cheekbone to the corner of his lips.

You can feel him quiver when you pull back, moving a palm back to his cheek to pinch his skin between your thumb and forefinger, “If only you knew how to listen.” 

Yuuta winces, but he does not pull away. He parts his lips to steady his breath, and then to speak, strained, “Please, princess. Have mercy.” 

And for the first time in a fortnight you smile, watching splotched skin stain your knight’s cheeks when you soften your hold on him. You pull Yuuta’s head up further, lean yours down for a careful kiss; short, chaste, the kind you know he hates the most. 

“Oh, Yuuta,” you coo, grazing your thumb against his face, endeared by his wide eyes and quiet whimpers, “This is mercy.”

[buwheal]

Hello spamton! It’s fun to see how other people draw you and such, it makes me wonder how you would draw yourself! Self portrait please, if you wanna!

[stargirlo]

𝓜EET THE FUSHIGURO'S — ( 𝕿 ) OJI FUSHIGURO │ "dear babygirl, i'm sorry that your father is not active inside your world." (angst)

not everyone has such a perfect life, but not everyone has such a complex life. things aren't meant to go in a straight line, but things also aren't meant to be in a bumpy ride. everything felt like a maze, trying to find a way to escape this hell hole without any blocks or bumps coming into life — your life, toji's life. everyone has goals, everyone has dreams, everyone can achieve some of their goals and dreams, but some of them don't. and it's fucking hard to overcome that.

being in a relationship with toji fushiguro, ah, toji fushiguro. you aren't married to him but somehow you managed to birth out two beautiful children, first being a beautiful baby boy, megumi fushiguro. he's identical to toji, same hair, same facial features, everything looked alike between the two. in the next few years, a beautiful baby girl now came into the world, tsumiki fushiguro. personality wise, she's just like you, a kind-hearted soul, a sweet girl who should be held with care. you know those stickers that are added to packages when you buy something that can break easily; "fragile. handle with care." yeah, that's tsumiki, and you.

even if the family of four didn't have all the luxury, they say that it's the littlest things that can balm your shell.

remember how you used to be so fragile, so kind, and so, so sweet. well that wasn't permanent, and it was only temporary as soon as toji was on and off with family. you know he's working, but you don't know what or who he's working for or who he's even working with. even a man can have his own struggles; but what kind? gambling problems? drinking problems? pill-popping and spending problems? bad with money? only toji knows.

"mama when is daddy coming back?" "is daddy gonna come to my ninth birthday?" "are we gonna watch frozen with daddy?" "is daddy gonna help us with our timetables?"

those questions tire you because you don't know, you really don't. you wish you could explain where he's at, but with so little information and so little contact, you don't know where the fuck that man is.

until this one night where you left yourself and toji into shambles.

carefully leaving your bed in which tsumiki and megumi are currently sleeping in, you set yourself off to leave and relax on the living room. it took some time for the kids to sleep, it took more time for you to even sleep despite having to wake up early for work tomorrow.

not until the jangling keys were hear through the front door, and the loud creak audibly heard across the hallway and onto the living room. he's here. you looked across the room just to make sure it was him, even though you know it is him because he's the only one that has a spare apartment key to his own place. or rather your place now.

"the fucking nerve," you grumble under your breath, a vein almost popping out of your skin. getting up from the couch you came up to him, the reeking scent of alcohol lingered just two feet away from you. the musky scent of sweat and dirt combined with such a foul smell that made your whole face twist and scrunch. eye bags were visible, hair disheveled and greasy, lips chapped, breath probably smelling horrible, and clothes needing to be washed asap. he's a fucking mess.

"mm- what? 'm home..." he spoke lowly, scratching his head as he always kept up his nonchalant nature. one of his hands held a medium sized plastic bag, hanging lazily between his fingers. "yeah no shit." you said sternly, arms crossing in disbelief as your eyes followed all over him like he was some sort of homeless person. "what's up with you? why're mad, babe..?" he cocked a brow, energy low and definitely not in the mood to hear your constant babbling.

you scoffed. what is up with you anyway? is he fucking with you? "what's up with me is that you didn't come home in almost about a month. you look like a fucking mess and you smell like absolute shit." now the jet black haired man knew that shit was getting serious, the way you're just talking to him like that, and the way you're saying that he smells like shit. he needs to tighten up because your points are right about him. "what a nice way to welcome me back, thought i was expecting a kiss or sumn'–"

"are you kidding me, toji? showing up at midnight and acting all nonchalant and shit. you don't understand how fucking worried i was for you? even the kids were asking me about you, keeping them on their toes everyday without any news from you and praying that you'll be okay. do you understand what you are fucking putting me through just now? work was the only thing being up my ass and now there are multiple other things that i have in my hands and in my care." you rasped, eyebrows pinching together as frustration slowly seeped into your nerves, holding back the urge to lash at him. "instead of you, the man of the house, having all the courage to take care of its family, you fucking destroy it. fucking us all up." your hands ball into fists, the whole scene turning into a tense argument.

"you should've been teaching megumi his timetables, or maybe watching frozen with tsumiki. you missed out on my baby girl's birthday, she just turned nine and i could tell that her birthday wish was for you to come back." slowly, your voice started to crack, salty tears welling up your dropping eyes. "and what have you been doing during those times where i've worked my ass off overtime at a fucking convenient store? huh? i'm so tired, toji, and i bet you are too. but the way you're just unexpectedly showing up when you're the reason you've put me at my lowest is fucking unacceptable." you spat, a streak of tear running down your cheek. toji exhales deeply, knowing how you feel and it was actually his fault that you turned out this way. guilt and frustration washes through him, not having any other excuse about his absence.

"look, the point is that 'm here now. and i promise that i won't leave without letting you know, i promise i'll build a connection with our kids–" and then again, you interrupted his promises. "promise? hah– you? promising something that you'll do again? make up your fucking mind, toji. you broke our promises, you said that you'll marry me someday; that's a fucking lie. you said you'll get payed more and pay off our bills; that's also a fucking lie because you're using that shit to buy rum and gamble out the money that could save our life. look at you, fucking pathetic. you're embarrassing yourself at this point because i know what your true intentions are, toji. are you still popping pills to keep yourself at your feet? did you fuck whores at a brothel while you're at it?" those bitter and heartless words have left toji in shock, of course it has, you know him well and clear — like he was an open book to you.

"did you buy tsumiki the barbie doll that she asked for a few months ago? or did you gamble that money?" you asked, tilting your head slightly as your expression was evident that you were not buying this. "because i know for sure that i was counting pennies at the grocery store to buy that fucking toy for tsumiki–" you spat, holding back from having a psychotic episode before toji's gruff voice interrupted you now. "don't speak like that if you're going to mention our daughter." he gives off a warning, but you could only scoff at disbelief at it, why's he all of a sudden caring so much? "our daughter? no no no, you barely did shit for her and now you're trying to be on your goody-two-shoes to act like you care about our daughter? where were you when i gave birth to her, huh? where were you when i gave birth to megumi?" your voice echoed through the hallway, the argument getting louder that the kids would probably hear it.

"megumi, why's mommy yelling?" tsumiki asked in a hoarse voice, waking up to the ruckus happening outside of the bedroom. megumi softly hushed the little girl, placing his hands that are slightly bigger than hers to her ears, muffling your shouts and derogatory words. "it's gonna be okay, she's just talking to daddy..." he murmured reassuringly, hiding the fact that he's on the edge of tearing up after finding out the truth about the absence of his father.

"you're acting like you did most of the work when you haven't been on my shoes." toji stated, his stomach twisting at the fact that you bought up the way he wasn't with you during labor. "because i did most of the work you dickhead! you barely didn't show up for your own family, for your own lover who was giving birth to your fucking kids! how would you think i was feeling during that time toji?! squeezing the nurses hand instead of yours while i was popping my ass off to give you two beautiful kids into this shitty life!" you shouted, already having a mental breakdown as more tears bubbled within your lower lashline. "you never open about yourself, you never show any ounce of affection ever since we had kids, you never did the bare minimum to show that you still love us! you're a fucking disappointment toji! you don't know nothing about taking care of things. waking up the kids? know nothing about that. teaching them basic human decency? know nothing about that. telling them to pray? know nothing about that. taking them to school? you know nothing about that." and that was the breaking point. the plastic bad dropped down to the floor as his calloused hands quickly loomed over to you to grab you at your shoulders.

"call me a disappointment one more time 'n see what fucking happens." he shook you like you were mentally ill, thinking that some sense would come to your mind. but could you let him get this physical with you? fuck no. "don't touch me you freak!" you squealed, hands that are smaller than his large ones grab his wrists as an attempt to pull away from his embrace. "can you take a second to understand what i've been going through?! jesus... haven't had a single moment to express myself for just a fucking minute." he grunts, the grip on your shoulders loosening up as he wasn't daring himself to even hurt you. no way.

"and what do you have to say to this, huh?! stop trying to figure out a useless excuse so that i could come back to you like nothing happened." you sniffled through your nose, soft hiccups eliciting through your slightly swollen lips. "please just hear me out–" toji exclaims, showing an ounce of vulnerability that he wasn't planning on expressing. "no! take your fucking shit and leave this goddamn place," you quickly push him away from your personal bubble, grasping the plastic bag and slamming it at his chest. "you're nothing but a fucking deadbeat who doesn't even deserve to be called a 'father'." and with that, he's standing by the front doorway, mentality absolutely destroyed as his face uttuerly grew pale. this was it. this was over.

"if you weren't raised in such a fucked up clan, maybe you shouldn't have been such a shit dad."

-

the aftermath of the argument left toji having a hole to his stomach. it was like daggers were digging deeper and deeper into his gut. what you yelled and screamed at him for was probably right, maybe he is a shit father; maybe he was born in a fucked up family and turned out this way. the plastic bag swung between his thick fingers, walking like a kicked puppy in the rain as he was lost in his thoughts.

a nearby trash can was visible along his way, now carelessly throwing away the bag and discarding it with the rest of the trash and pests that were there. what was in that bag anyway? take-out? alcohol? meds? no. they were two gifts that megumi and tsumiki were asking for a few months ago. a pretty blonde barbie doll in her pink little dress, and a few stacks of digimon cards. all of that went to waste.

meet the fushiguro's.

note: phewww, that was a lot. updating my masterlist tmrw. have a good night everyoneeeeeeeeee.

⠀( OWNED BY ) STARGIRLO.

do not plagiarize any of my works , translate them , or repost them anywhere around any other social media platform . thank you .

[daeyumi]

i wasn’t sure if u meant canon dark link or my own take as in my au version, so u get both

[the-meme-monarch]

people can Famously do whatever they want especially when it comes to enjoying media and generally i find this to be a good thing. but unfortunately i am a strange and unusual autistic that generally sticks very very close to canon. all this to say i don’t Get It when people headcanon k_k deltarune as using they/them Only or even she/her Only when he has literally been referred to with ‘he’ by one of the people presumably closest to him(brothers to me)

for the record i think he is he/they. i think all three of them are he/they. maybe even canonically but people fight me on this one (really just capn and kk since sweet has only indirectly been referred to as they like in the following screenshot from the wiki (bc I didn’t want to watch a video of their fight to screenshot and crop flavor text) BUT they’re still called by generally masculine terms alongside the other two like ‘guys’ (ost “almost to the guys”) and ‘young men’ (by seam)) (and they use overly-masculine self-referential pronouns in japanese, along with capn)

like im Fairly Certain the individual of scc are still the only one being lost in the groove in dance x. the “they” in ‘they’re totally lost in the groove’ is still Just One of scc. I don’t believe the fun gang are lost in the groove bc honestly they don’t talk like any of this fight was fun for them HSHSHDNDHDJDJ

also incase it isn’t clear i think it’s chill to add on she/her to k_k’s pronouns. people can famously do whatever they want especially when it comes to enjoying media and generally I think this is good. but saying they use she/her (or they/them) ONLY and not In Conjunction With is where I go “well. no. the game called him he. so he/him has to be part of their pronouns?” and i recognize it’s probably petty and stupid to care about to like any degree but know I don’t say this with hate in my heart

and of course there’s nuance like maybe the idea is they Change their pronouns later on but idk no one ever says this

[babacontainsmultitudes]

I'm not the first person to bring this up but, I do feel that the general response to the gun range scene has mostly failed to acknowledge the context that would call for such extreme levels of self-defense training in the first place. We know from episode 23 that even just a few years after the release of the doodler (when Lark and Sparrow themselves are still just teens) things are already pretty bad (to the extent that in Lark's case the stress of it all has already begun to take a physical toll on him- don't forget that he and Sparrow too were once kids who had the world placed on their shoulders), and one need only look at how quickly the situation with the mayor has degraded to imagine how bad things would have gotten by the time Hero was 12. Training your six-year-old to use a gun in a normal or at least mostly normal world? Batshit crazy. Training your six-year-old to use a gun in a world overrun by an eldritch horror where danger, death, and the possibility of corruption from said eldritch horror are around every corner? Still intense but, much easier to understand the reasoning behind.

oh oops it's a long post woops woops woops

In Sparrow's case in particular, we know that he behaves quite differently under alternative circumstances, and that Normal (Hero too for that matter) lives a pretty different life in a post code purple world:

Not that it hasn't been Sparrow's intent and priority to mitigate the extent to which Normal was caught up in everything from the get-go, as evidenced by his namesake. Recall what he had to say on the matter:

In some ways this extreme self-defense training is a "two sides of the same coin" sort of deal vis-a-vis Grant's extreme isolation of Lincoln for his protection, a major difference being that Lincoln still deals with this in a post code purple world (to the extent that he literally had to pretend to starve himself to get his dad to let him go to public school), whereas Normal and Hero get the chance to live mostly normal lives and do as they please (the disapproving words of a drunken and partially-doodlerized Sparrow aside), now removed from the immediate threat of the doodler.

Hero's case is, at least from what we currently know about the prophecy, more complicated than Norm's. It is easy to reprimand Lark and Sparrow as being the worst parents (and/or uncles) whilst forgetting that their circumstances are fundamentally different from the other kiddads. The first half of this lying in their shared responsibility (and guilt) in releasing the doodler. Grant and Nicky can retreat to their respective homes on the basis that this is the best they can do, resolving to put their energy into protecting their closest ones first and foremost. At the end of the day, they aren't really any more responsible for dealing with the doodler than any other bystander. The same cannot be said of Lark and Sparrow, who can't exactly look away from the fact that they were the ones who brought the doodler into the world. At least from their perspectives- of course Lark (and Sparrow by extension) in reality was a child that was manipulated into doing what he did, which as some people have pointed out is not dissimilar to what happened to Normal at the end of this episode (and if Sparrow felt the need to rid Normal of his memories of this event in particular, perhaps it was to spare his child from feeling guilty about it for the rest of his life).

The second half of what differentiates them is, of course, the prophecy (right- now we can actually get to Hero lol). We must remember that, as far as the twins knew, the only way to actually "defeat" the doodler permanently was through the chosen one, i.e. Hero (probably- after last episode I'm starting to think that Norm may be more directly involved in the prophecy than previously thought, but that's a tangent). "Continue to let the being you released into the world kill and torture millions (very likely billions) of people, which could wind up including both of your children, or put your ill-fated child through very intense and ultimately traumatizing training to put an end to it, potentially losing her in the process", is essentially the choice the twins were given. Hero isn't made to kill a deer with her bare hands for the hell of it, she goes through what she does because Lark (who likely did not see the same thing that Normal did on the throne- or at the very least interpreted things very differently) and Sparrow had no reason to believe that there was any other possibility. This certainly does not negate or undermine the extent to which Hero was deeply traumatized by it all, but it's not exactly a detail that you can choose to ignore when discussing the ethics of Lark and Sparrow's decision-making.

And yet, despite it all, Sparrow and Lark do ultimately chose saving their children over saving the world. Not before significant damage has already been done (to Hero that is), but they do decide to go through with the one plan that allows both of their children to (hopefully) live a doodler-free life: code purple. Code purple, which ultimately reduces to a trolley problem with a presumably near-equal number of people on both tracks, with the important difference of sparing their own children in one case, and likely not the other. And if we want to talk about Henry's ethical stance in the matter and how it compares to the twins, we need to consider what it says about him if he was *not* in favor of code purple, with all of this in mind. Not to come to any hasty conclusions about Henry either- I think there remains too many unknowns on that front to assume much and... Ultimately it's a complicated matter! But that's kind of my point.

Even post code purple, Lark and Sparrow (and the rest of the kiddads) try to pursue that which they believe (or at least hope) will both put an end to the doodler without involving their children and without the enactment of the prophecy. Is blowing up an entire world with the sun to save all the others a plan I'm gonna sit here and defend? I don't think so lol, but you can't exactly look at it and pretend that Lark and Sparrow don't care about protecting their fucking kids.

My point isn't that Lark and Sparrow haven't made a lot of mistakes and questionable decisions, my point is that their circumstances are so much less black and white than the majority of the takes I see on them make them out to be, and a lot of the conclusions I see people jump to when it comes to the twins' feelings and intentions strike me as... Pretty odd? Tangentially-related: if you don't think Sparrow is someone who is affectionate with and deeply loves his kids despite his flaws, I don't really think we're listening to the same podcast. But even in Lark's case, yes he's more subtle about it and yes, Lark can be quick to anger (not that I personally read him yelling in the last episode as anger so much as panic but all the same), but affection can be sewing bulletproof material into your nephew's mascot costume, or secretly taking him out for pizza, or pretending to be his dad so that you can tell him you're proud of him, or putting your gun down when he asks you to. The twins are anything but perfect but, fuck if they aren't trying (and changing, and improving). And yes, they deserve some damn nuance.

Also, okay, I couldn't really find a neat way to bring this up in the above but, speaking of no-nuance and bad faith takes, can we talk about the locks? Or lack thereof, rather. "How could they be so stupid as to leave the door unlocked?" you're right, that does seem odd, and Anthony made a point to explain that every other door was very thoroughly locked, and Normal seemed to have practically been moved into opening the door against his own will so... Hear me out, maybe, just maybe, the door usually *is* locked??? And something fishy or unusual is afoot? I also wouldn't take their immediate, knee-jerk reactions to a dangerous flesh monster being released to come to any conclusions on whether or not Lark and Sparrow "blame" six-year-old Normal for it. In Sparrow's case, I struggle to even imagine it. In Lark's case, though I wouldn't put him above getting angry over it, my doubts on his deeper feelings are still high. Conversely, if he actually did place some of the blame on Normal, at the very least there is an interesting discussion to be had on how this relates to Lark's own guilt over what Willy manipulated him into doing, and subsequently being denied the catharsis of punishment. But I'm getting ahead of myself. Like I said, a lot of important things are yet unknown.

*breathes* okay end of overdue ramble [insert proper conclusion paragraph here lol], thank you.

[spooksforsammy]

The topics of special education, sped students etc are complex. Especially when get into what should be called.

Yes. Call me what Am. Am disabled am autistic. But also no problem called special needs or sped. Because am that.

So many say drop sped and special needs all together. Because the students don’t like. But what about the one do like? Me and some people personally knew liked and were okay with sped + special needs. Sometimes prefer that term.

Don’t be afraid say disabled. Or autistic. Or whatever. But the goal should be call students what they prefer, which could be special needs or sped.

Sometimes to get what need. Have call self sped or special needs. So naturally have no problem. The problem is forcing lable onto others. Especially if have shown discomfort or dislike to that term. Similar to low/ high functioning.

[saym0-0]

Thinking about joels clones again.. do you think he can use his soul magic (sorry joel its not magic) to transfer his soul to any statue not just his clones.. imagine another hermit finding joels body collapsed at the base of one of his statues in his base and freaking out because he just decided to transfer his soul into it and go walkabouts... do you think the clone slash statue has to look like him.. just wandering round as the lizzie statue in his base nbd

[rebelband]

[reblog art chain] let's pose for a group photo!

all you have to is draw one member from SCC into the image... and reblog! just make sure your addition/link of the chain is transparent so that anyone else can continue the line or adjust the size of the canvas as needed [:

[smittyw]

would u believe me if i said. i got so wrapped up in the fantasy of my fake idols being real for the final fest that, i forgot the final fest started today. would u laugh at me

bonus: put them in the lineup too ok? they were here the whole time nobody saw them except me tho

[cranity]

hi hi I love your art and I was wondering if you had any tips on good anatomy that looks convincing and dynamic poses ? Your art always looks so fluid but solid like nothing looks weird anatomy wise you know?

Have a lovely day/night 🌻

ty!! i think aside from the age old answer of just 'studying' i like to think of the drawing subject as stretchy and almost like putty. so when i'm trying to put energy in a piece i think how the force of all this movement kind of bends/warps/stretches objects outside of limits that are physically possible realistically Like when you take a fisheye photo, you can tell what that object is, it's just bent in ways it wouldn't be IRL, so I do that in art, bending and curving and stretching limbs to convey the movement and energy more than portray a realistic picture

[chaoticpandemonium]

Things to keep in mind when you are pushing a friend/family member in a wheelchair

From the perspective of a crutch/ambulatory wheelchair user.

If you have someone in your life that uses a wheelchair or might be soon please take a moment to read (it's disability pride month you have to). These are based on things that I have had to deal with when being pushed in a wheelchair.

When you are pushing someone, you are essentially controlling their legs. Which means you do not randomly veer off or solely decide where you're going. Example 1, you are in a museum and looking at a display, you want to move onto the next display. Do not just suddenly start moving them away from the display somewhere else. Communicate to them you are finished and want to move on, maybe they'll say 'go onto the next and I will push myself', or they will say they're are also ready to start moving. Example 2, you are in a store. If the person wants to go down a particular aisle or stop to look at something make sure you are paying attention or allowing them that freedom to look at things. Example 3, you see someone you would like to go say hi to or something you would like to look at. If you want to stop and speak with someone or look at something, again communicate. Let them know and they can decide whether to wait for you in a safe spot, go do their own thing, or join you! Just please say something first before veering off towards someone or something.

When you have stopped for more than a few minutes or if the person has stood from their wheelchair make sure the brakes are off and they know you're gonna start moving. You can damage the chair if the brakes are engaged and you start to trying moving. Similarly, do not move the chair when they aren't in it without permission. They may need it near by or again the brakes.

Listen to the person when it comes to speed or direction. If they ask you to slow down, slow down. Maybe, you're being a little cautious at first and they want you to speed up, if you can, do it! If they let you know that they feel like your veering towards people listen and try to gently correct. You are used to your body and can forget what spaces you can now not fit through, just listen please.

If you get upset with the person in the chair or are done pushing, DO NOT push them as hard as you physically can into: people, tables, shelves, or oncoming traffic etc. Yes, this has to be said. Someone asking you to be mindful that a large group of people are coming through or asking to please go back to what they were looking at are NOT attacks on you. (Yes, I almost went over a 6 inch drop into a busy parking lot and hurt my hands numerous times stopping myself from hitting people/things (little brothers suck sometimes))

Your friend of family member is NOT a table/cart. Do not place things on their lap, in the wheelchairs pockets, or packs without permission. They are not your pack mule to hold all the things you don't want to. When I was on vacation with my family I was using a rented wheelchair with the thinnest padding known to man. This first, made it very uncomfortable to sit in when people keep shoving their stuff in the back rest pocket. Second, made folding the chair when we getting back in the car very hard. The amount of shit my Mum would pull out and try to give to me and I'd go 'no fucking clue whose shit that all is but it was digging into my back the whole day'. I did snap at my Dad once because he was constantly just dropping his hat on my lap. However, use proper communication and maybe the person would be happy to hold a few things while you are on an outing. Having a properly equipped wheelchair will also make this easier. (The rented wheelchair was very awkward especially cause I kept my crutch on me at all times for transfer or if I needed to walk something)

If someone asks if they can transfer/walk for any reason, do not respond for them. Please let us advocate for ourselves and our needs in that moment. If there is something we would like you to help with in this situation, we will let you know.

Pay attention to uneven surfaces and try to use the accessible routes. Just because you are strong enough to get us over the curb doesn't mean my body is going to like that. If there isn't a easily accessible access point discuss with them before making any decisions.

Bonus: Please check whether a place is accessible before inviting them or booking something. It's really nice to hear that you checked and there's an elevator, rather than check ourselves and see there's too many stairs for us to join. That being said don't just stop inviting them to do things, just be mindful and ask what thinks make navigating an inaccessible world easier for them.

That's all I've got for now and I feel like the lesson is COMMUNICATION. Whether it be be verbal, hand signals, ASL, tapping, etc communicate with who you are pushing. The goal is for both of you to have a good time or at the least navigate comfortably.

If you are a wheelchair user and have things to add please do!

[iyuray]

Additional lore for my Blank Scripts AU ocs :)

Blank Scripts AU is by @blackkatdraws

[lilac-melody]

Making sense of Suzumi Hiyori's Story

OKAY SO. I've been reading a ton of comments on JPTwt and also the comment section of Hiyori's new single, and a complaint I've seen a lot is how her story doesn't make any sense.

So I want to try to untangle all of the threads of her story and make it more cohesive.

As such, there will be spoilers for the HeroineDev novel, and I'll be going over hers and Nagisa's MVs too.

I will be ignoring the anime version of multiple chapters and such because even the timeline on some make absolutely no sense at all. I will elaborate further below.

Here we go~

First of all, we all know the beginning of Hiyori's story. She grew up in Izumo City, and was friends with Nagisa since childhood. She was invited to do track at Sakuragaoka, and since there was no track at the high schools there, she agreed. She arrives in Tokyo, finds out that she needs to work part time to live, and ends up getting her job as LIPxLIP's manager, where she forms a bond with them, and they end up requesting she stays since they're all friends now.

We on the same page? Good.

So HeroineDev starts off with the Sports Day festival, which is typically held in late summer, which matches up with where Nonfantasy ends, with LIPxLIP's summer live.

(In the anime, the sports fes is like, what, episode 8? 9? AFTER the romance and everything, not to mention everything was all botched, so for simplicity sake, we'll just go off of the novels and MVs, since HeroHei and SukiUso are about Hiyori and Nagisa's arcs anyway)

Hiyori, after attending a live show with LIPxLIP (Ft4) ends up meeting Asuka, and immediately develops a crush on him after he helps her up.

Afterwards, Hiyori just can't stop thinking about the handsome, kind guy, and heads to a book store one day, where she ends up finding him. Coincidentally, he works there!

So she thinks it must be fate! She wants to be a heroine so badly, and if she gets this wonderful prince, then she can become a heroine!

So, she begins to visit the bookstore more often as an excuse to see him. He helps her find books, and she reads them, which develops really nicely.

She even reads her horoscopes and carries around things as silly as maracas in hopes of getting good luck in the love department.

Which, of course, leads to Aizou and Yujiro finding Hiyori carrying such things around and, of course, they begin to tease her, wondering why she would be holding them in public. Of course, they end up taking her away to a karaoke room for privacy so they can get her to spill the tea.

She ends up admitting she's fallen in love, and after they tease her, she refuses to give up.

Thus, later on, at work, she tries to write a love letter to Asuka, which, upon seeing her atrocious spelling and grammar, Aizou makes her rewrite the letter over and over again, until he and Yujiro are satisfied.

Of course, being so exhausted, Hiyori ends up forgetting to write her name on the letter, and after giving it to Asuka's manager to give to him, she realizes this, which causes LxL to make fun of her and laugh, until she ends up crying because she felt so stupid.

They feel bad for making her cry, and hear her out on how much she really likes this guy, and agree to help her. They promise "To deliver Cinderella to her prince". (I think it's important here that this is what they said, and I'll go more into detail on that later).

Which...she fails at. Again.

So they decide to dress her up, finding staff to get her costumes and...well, no dice.

SO they take her to the mall to get all gussied up to confess to this mystery bookstore guy! They wish her luck, much to her gracious joy, and they watch as she meets up with him.

Only....

It's Asuka! Their rival!

They stop her from confessing, and chaos erupts, with even Kanata joining in because why not, ig? After hearing police sirens, though, Hiyori grabs Yujiro (who had been arrested once before, thus she was worried the cops were after him), and hightails it out of there. Kanata and Aizou run off too, and poor Asuka is left standing there in confusion. (He's the only good guy, really...)

Hiyori's makeover is now a mess, and her heels are uncomfy, so she kicks them off and Yujiro apologizes for ruining her confession, and she decides to try it again, more as herself than as the gussied up version of herself. No heels, hair a mess, just...her.

Asuka lets her down gently, explaining he's trying to become an idol with Kanata and catch up with LxL, and Hiyori promises to be a fan, and the two separate.

But she was rejected. So of course, she's crying now.

Her makeover is ruined, she was rejected, and she's alone now. Crying her eyes out.

Only...she's not alone. Yujiro was waiting for her, sees her crying, and comforts her...in a very Yujiro-esque way, and walks her home. Because right now, all she needed was a friend, and Yujiro knows this. He saw her deflate and try to hold her head up high to confess to Asuka. And he knew that Asuka was trying to be an idol, so he likely suspected she would get rejected.

Not to mention, Yujiro's more kind than he lets on anyway, he wouldn't abandon her like that.

Anyway, a bit of time passes, and Hiyori's still trying to get over what happened. She's getting over it, but she's still upset, you know? But she continues on anyway. And even after rescuing Yujiro from getting injured, making up with him, and all that, she never feels like a heroine.

She admits she was reckless (after a long, drawn out fight), and just wants to be friends again.

There's a timeskip after this, so this will be where Nagisa comes in from the MVs. The anime pretty much has the full story, while the MVs are shortened versions of it.

Just to note, while I will be going over what happens in canon, I'll be changing the reasonings for things to fit the narrative and make it make sense.

Hiyori has healed from what happened, and is moving on, continuing on as LxL's manager in training. One day, she gets a call from her childhood friend, Nagisa, about him coming to Tokyo so they can see Ft4 together.

Given Ft4 aren't actually idols, and how popular they are, it isn't unbelievable that they have multiple concerts within a few months of each other.

Hiyori is a bit nervous, since Nagisa is...well, Nagisa, and she remembers what he once said when they were like 4 what he said about her looking weird in dresses. Despite being over what happened with Asuka, this stings more than ever.

She still doesn't feel like a heroine, after all. So she avoids the topic of dressing up for the concert, fearing that Nagisa was right. And clearly, the incident with Asuka proves he was right.

Eventually, Aizou and Yujiro catch Hiyori admiring the cute clothes and, in their confusion, they make her fess up what's wrong. So she admits the truth.

How Nagisa told her when they were tiny that she looked weird in dresses. And then she admits to them:

"With...what happened with Kaido-kun...I feel like Nagisa was right. I don't want to dress up anymore. I wanted to feel like a heroine, but I never will now."

This whole thing is hitting her really hard, and her depression would make much more sense, since she's feeling worse about herself than before, since she got rejected.

But Aizou and Yujiro know that with some cleaning up, Hiyori can look cute!

Before, they called her Cinderella going to her prince, and now this time, now that they have the full picture, they promise that she'll be a heroine for reals.

Cue shopping montage 2.0.

But this time, they try a different outfit, because duh. They go back to the old hairstyle Hiyori used, though, since it was really cute on her!

So they meet up with Nagisa, who disapproves of them right off the bat. The two then realize that Nagisa seems to harbor a crush on Hiyori.

Well, after everything that went down before, and knowing what Nagisa has said to her before, you can't blame LxL for getting protective.

The three find a moment to speak alone, of course...

Where Yujiro and Aizou want to ensure they're right, and make sure that Nagisa had good intentions with their friend. She's been through a bit much with Asuka, and her self esteem had taken a plummet, so forgive them for wanting to make sure this is the right guy, you know?

After insulting Hiyori left and right to Nagisa's face, Nagisa finally stands up for Hiyori in anger, and lets it slip that, yes, he loves her.

Now satisfied, the two silently give their blessing. They believe now that Hiyori was in good hands, and decide to support Nagisa in his romantic endeavours.

They still tag along to the Ft4 concert, though, to make sure Hiyori was okay.

But she's fine! More than fine! Ft4 is as amazing as before, and Nagisa is infodumping so much about them!

After the concert, seeing as how Hiyori was totally happy, LxL leave them alone.

Nagisa ends up making dinner at Hiyori's for her, and notes how happy she was.

Hiyori admits that LxL has helped her a lot, not giving details, but explaining how they were there at her low point, and she really appreciates them as friends.

Nagisa is jealous, though, and has to admit something...

He tells her that back then, as kids, he just thought she was too cute, and...well...he likes her.

hiyori.exe processing? hiyori.exe processing!

As she's silent, slowly trying to catch up with what he said, he excuses himself and leaves, embarrassed and not wanting to push her for an answer.

Hiyori finally processes what he said and is in a total daze. She does research, she can't focus on anything...she can't even sleep!

After all, being confessed to is different from pining and confessing to someone else. She isn't sure how to take being on the receiving end of a confession! She even finds herself wondering... "does Kaido-kun ever feel this way..?"

She ends up meeting up with her friends at a little restaurant to get their advice.

She doesn't ever fully give them the story of what happened with Asuka, fearing that they would be in disbelief that she confessed to someone so popular trying to become an idol. She just admits that she's been rejected before, and that after the rejection, she ended up going back to formalities with him. Instead of referring to him as his first name, she went back to his surname and an honorific.

She admits she's worried about doing this with Nagisa too, and it may ruin their friendship.

Of course, her friends wholly encourage her to follow her heart and that he was likely worried too.

After she leaves, Hiyori thinks back to her own failed confession with Asuka, and recalls how he said that he wanted to be an idol, and that was more important to him than anything.

She thinks more about his response, how it wasn't really a "no", just...he can't right now.

This leads her to think about her own life. How she has a job as an idol manager, how she has track, and school work, and she wants to hang out with her friends who she sees everyday at school..! And Nagisa...lives so, so far away.

So she catches up with him, and rejects him, telling him she doesn't have the time for a relationship, she has too much to focus on.

And Nagisa...totally understands.

Their friendship isn't ruined!

Hiyori then feels the need to add that his confession made her finally feel like a heroine.

She thinks about how Asuka, the protagonist of his own life, must have felt this way, and she now understands his feelings. That, plus the fact someone as charming as Nagisa liking her, finally makes her feel better. Truly better.

Nagisa, however, gently messes her hair up, and tells her wholeheartedly:

"You are a heroine, Hiyori. To me, ya always have been."

Which makes Hiyori melt a little.

Of course, she chooses to go back to her usual clothes now, and things return to normal.

Of course, LxL are shocked that she rejected Nagisa, but they back off, seeing her admit that she's happy to dress up here and there, but she's also happy to remain how she is. Because now? She feels like a heroine.

LxL decide to tease her a little, a bit about Nagisa, and making couple jokes, but they ease up. They're happy that she feels more confident about herself. (and no, I will not accept them saying she won't be a heroine anymore if she's not dressed up. Goodbye anime lxl!)

Circling back to the HeroineDev novel, by now, it's New Years, and she invites LxL to head out with her, since she's grateful for all the help. The epilogue of the novel continues as normal, with Hiyori realizing that with these two, she'll be okay.

Shortly after is the Izumo Tour, where Hiyori shows off her hometown. The Vomic goes as normal.

Months go by, and now they're all in their second year of high school, and Hiyori still thinks about what Nagisa has said. Slowly, her love meter is going up from this, and she's more aware of him now. (Just like Yamako, Gom, and Shito said!)

One day, Hiyori returns to Izumo, ready to visit her family and friends, and Nagisa is the one who picks her up from the train station, and is surprised to see her dressed up.

After all, she has more confidence in herself, so why not?

She spends time with friends, family, eats more of Nagisa's cooking (she supports his dream of being a chef, after all), and while in Izumo, she trains for the track nationals, and Nagisa runs alongside her, which makes her happy.

Though the whole time, Nagisa's been worried that Hiyori's pulling away from him. He would never push her to like him back or date him, of course, but...still. Hiyori is the girl he loves.

Hiyori remains focused on her training and relaxing, until it was time to go back to Tokyo.

Nagisa makes her promise that she won't contact him until she gets her results in, and goes quiet as Hiyori begins to take her leave.

It may be at this moment that Hiyori realizes that Nagisa's been quieter than normal, and, thinking back to him calling her a heroine, and how he was supporting her right now, she gives him one last little genuine wave, giving him a big smile.

And of course, Hiyori does end up contacting him when she wins first place.

The two are overjoyed. Nagisa's so proud of her, and Hiyori, for her part, feels more and more like a heroine. She won. She has Nagisa congratulating her wholeheartedly. Everything's fine!

Except...

Aizou and Yujiro join in on their call tauntingly, much to Hiyori's annoyance once when address Nagisa.

After all, to Aizou and Yujiro, it's only a matter of time before Nagisa and Hiyori get together.

To Hiyori, they're just being nuisances.

And to Nagisa, they're being pests. (He really does hate them despite likely really caring for them, huh lmao)

After this, the "what next" is unknown.

However, we do get the hint that Nagisa and Hiyori are attending the same university...

Initially, I assumed that Hiyori was late to class, but now that the cover for Hiyori's new solo dropped, I have another theory...

It's possible that Hiyori and Nagisa were going to meet up. Did Nagisa finally ask her out on a proper date? Or something along those lines?

Hiyori's changed out of her tracksuit, and Nagisa is in the exact same outfit as above.

I'm sure when Heroine's Hero drops, we'll get the "how" they came to this stage, but we can see clearly that they've gotten much closer now.

So...that's what I think Hiyori's story is.

It's possible to connect Asuka's arc to Nagisa's arc, a few things just needed to be adjusted. Timing, and reasoning.

Instead of Hiyori simply just being all depressed over what Nagisa said to her as children, she could be hurting still from what happened with Asuka as well. After all, she never concluded that she was a heroine there.

When Aizou and Yujiro agree to help her, it's because they know she can be cute, and they hate how her self esteem got worse. When they test Nagisa, it could be because they're worried that Hiyori will get hurt again. After all, their help last time ended up not helping at all. The whole time, they're trying to be good friends.

Hiyori could use Asuka as inspiration to gently reject Nagisa, finally understanding what he means when he says he's putting his dream ahead of everything else. After all, she has a lot going on, so it's not fair to add a long distance relationship to that.

I'm not saying her coming up with that is invalid, but I feel like since she sees Asuka as princely, that when she uses the same reasoning, it would help make her feel like a heroine.

It's not just Nagisa's confession that helped her, it's the fact that she fully understands Asuka's position now, and she can fully move on from what happened and gain more confidence in herself.

Hiyori uses her experience with Asuka and grows from that, and she earns her happily ever after.

I look forward to how Nagisa and Hiyori get together.

Now that this post exists, hopefully, any and all future MVs with these two will make more sense~!