#and this is not to say the ways the comics did this is bad but I like hoth versions this time

[loveritas]

anypov જ cw: hints of pseudocest જ wc: 561

Caleb.

He had always been there, like your own personal shadow, a knight in shining armour you’d joke as kids. The one person who made sure you were never alone. From the moment you’d been taken in together, he’d taken you under his wing and kept you there...For protection? Perhaps, if not a little for possession...

When you were younger, he made sure no one picked on you at school. If someone so much as looked at you wrong, Caleb was there, standing just a little too close, his voice low and even as he scared them off with nothing more than a few well-placed words. You never even had to ask; he just knew when you needed him.

You never felt like you were an obligation with him, or that he was forcing himself to spend time with you. He encouraged you to take up the same hobbies, his favourite music, comics, video games, anything it was, he’d happily bond with you over it if you wanted to.

Similarly, he’d do the same for you. You’d mention something and it would stay in his brain, he’d learn all about your hobbies and fixations, just so you’d have someone to share it with. Your smile whenever he’d show interest was always worth it to him, the image framed permanently in his mind.

It was sweet, the way he was always there.

But then you got older and it didn’t stop. If anything, it got worse.

Every time you got close to someone, Caleb had something to say. A subtle comment, a warning laced with just enough truth to make you doubt. “I heard he’s a player.” - “He’ll just use you.” - “Heard some real bad things about that one.”. Sometimes he didn’t even need to say anything, just a glance, a tight-lipped expression, and suddenly, you were second-guessing everything.

And if that didn’t work? He found other ways.

He pulled you aside at a party, fingers closing a bit too firmly around your wrist as he leant down and whispered, “You're not really into him, are you?” His voice was gentle, nearly teasing, but there was something underneath. Something darker.

“You trust me, don't you?”

It was a stupid question, of course you did, you always had, probably would forever more.

You always looked up to him, he knew best and it allowed him to draw you back into the protection of his presence, allowed him to remind you—over and over—that no one would ever know you the way he did, take care of you the way he does.

As you stepped out into the evening chilly air Caleb's arm slid around your shoulders, pulling you close into his side. His warmth seeped into you, always so comforting and grounding, even now when there was a hidden undercurrent of something else

"Let's go home, parties’ not all that great-" he whispered, as he pressed a small gentle kiss to the top of your head.

It should have been nothing. A brotherly thing. A habit formed over the years.

But the way his lips lingered—just a second too long, inhaling your scent a little—had you mind racing, and a subtle warmth running along your skin.

You didn’t look up at him, too scared for what you might see in his eyes.

Or perhaps too scared it would be reflected in your eyes too.

© loveritas → do not copy or translate any of my works

[howlsofbloodhounds]

One thing I find very annoying about the fandom is the claims that color saying that he hates nightmare and believes nightmare doesn’t deserve mercy for everything nms done to innocent people, to colors friends and loved ones, and to killer is hypocrisy.

Now this would’ve be an interesting character flaw if it had been true, but the fact of the matter is: it isn’t true. At all.

Killer was a victim of nightmare, being used and manipulated to do his dirty work. Fact of the matter is killer wouldnt have done as much as half as he did if nightmare hadn’t forced him to live and then forced him to work for him. Killer wouldnt have had the means to, because he cannot travel between aus.

Another thing is this: Killer felt horribly guilty about what he’s done and what he did, in Stage 1. But it’s not just that; he expressed a desire to change, he asked Color for help—to save him—because he doesn’t want to do it anymore.

He wants to live, he wants family and his brother back, but he can’t live when he’s forced to do nothing but survive under Nightmare; he can’t change when he’s with Nightmare. It’s literally life or death—and Killer is deeply programmed. He cannot simply decide to change, or who he wants to be, it’s just not that easy for him. Not the same way it is for others.

And yet, despite that, he said he wanted to change and even underneath Nightmare he was trying to. In the Something New Happened comic, when Killer confronts Nightmare before leaving him, he reveals that he’s been not only gathering information on Nightmare behind his back and lying and pretending to Nightmare; but he’s been secretly helping AUs as well.

Even when he’s finally left with Color, it’s implied that he and Color still fight against “bad guys”—regardless of Killer’s personal reasons for why he does it, he still does it.

And even if this wasn’t the case: the simple fact of the matter is that Killer needs help. It’s not a matter of “deserve.” He will fucking die if he keeps working for Nightmare and going on as he is; he will die, and he will be replaced.

Doesn’t matter if he was willing to change or not, this victim of labor trafficking and horrific ‘human’ rights violating types of abuse is begging Color for help; and he’s going to help him.

Nightmare never even shows guilt for what he does, to anyone. Not even in Something New. He refuses to acknowledge that he’s the reason why shit keeps going wrong and why he keeps ending up alone. Which means he refuses to take responsibility or accountability.

Killer left him because he used, manipulated, tortured, trafficked, conditioned, violated and abused Killer. And Killer decided he didn’t want to be what Nightmare wanted him to be anymore. Killer decided to live for himself, and do what he wants for once, and Nightmare’s response was to threaten to murder Killer for this.

Nightmare was upset he was alone again, and he was upset he lost control over Killer and that Color “stole” what he views as his and undermined his control and power.

There’s no realization about what he’s done or desire to change—he blames Killer and especially Color for making feel like that, for making him feel like the bad guy again. Rather than acknowledging the fact that he is a bad guy. It’s always about how others made him feel.

On top of that, Corrupted Nightmare isn’t even the same person as original Nightmare—so something that happened 500 years ago is not his trauma to claim in an attempt to reason or justify his abuse of Killer and his horrible actions. And even if Corrupted was the same person as original Nightmare, his abuse happened 500 years ago.

The whole “cycle of abuse” thing is supposed to be about ending it. Not uwuifying and absolving Nightmare of responsibility for his abuse and horrific crimes against others because he was a victim 500 years ago. His abusers are dead, and he killed them.

So not liking or believing canon Nightmare deserves mercy is not Color being a hypocrite for believing and choosing to help Killer. Nightmare and Killer’s situations are completely different.

And on that topic, in more fanonish depictions or versions of Nightmare where he can be redeemed, it’s not Color’s fucking responsibility to redeem or like that old bastard. Nor is it Killer’s. They owe him absolutely nothing.

All in all: even in more fanonish Nightmare depictions, Color is completely valid to fucking hate and not like Nightmare. Would he hold a grudge against Nightmare? Probably not exactly, given the influence of Kindness and the fact that’s just not how Color is.

Would he be willing to help Nightmare? Possibly, if Killer (or in some cases, Horror and Dust) are okay with it—if he truly believes that Nightmare wants and is willing to change, because he wants to help—but doesn’t mean he ever has to like him.

It’s very obvious that Color doesn’t think or feel this way about Nightmare for absolutely no reason or because of rumors or because the Multiverse “misunderstood” Nightmare.

In fact Color was introduced as initially believing that Nightmare could change, back before he knew this guy. He believed Nightmare loved his brother, even if it doesn’t seem like it, and encouraged Dream not to give up on Nightmare; way before Color knew Killer, and got to know Nightmare more. Before he had first hand experience, and saw the aftermath of the destruction Nightmare can bring.

Which shows someone who doesn’t allow the rumors or opinions of others to cloud his judgement, and prefers to think and came up with judgements on others himself; based on his own experiences and understanding of people and situations.

And the judgment and opinion he eventually came to was definitely not because of a misunderstanding or because of falling for rumors or “anti nightmare propaganda” as is sometimes shown in fanfics—he saw something, heard something, experienced something—likely had many different examples of this something, given the fact that Nightmare is known for replacing Killers—that led him to this particular conclusion of Nightmare’s character.

Let’s not act like it’s weird or wrong to hate the person who fucking abuses and uses and tortures your best friend.

Most people are absolutely a-okay with threatening to kill their best friend’s cheating boyfriend, people will live if color despises his best friend’s literal trafficker and that does not make Color inherently hypocritical.

(Which is an idea that exists obviously not because people want to explore the complexity of Color and Nightmare’s relationship and characters, not because they want to write complex characters and dynamics, but because they want to absolve Nightmare of any wrong doing and have Color realize hes “wrong” or somehow “just as bad” and stop “taking killer from nightmare.”)

We’ve already established just how much both color’s relationships, his morals, and his integrity means to him.

[loserlvrss]

｡ ｡ 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐆𝐄 ( 이.𝐃𝐇 )─────엔시티

( 二月 ). ──your boyfriend, donghyuck, learned your love language 이동혁 &fem!rea. ⟡ one shot, fluff warn. language, kiss wc : 1119THOU ++( 𝑒𝓈𝓉. 𝓇𝑒𝓁𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝓈𝒽𝒾𝓅 )

노트 this is 100% self-indulgent

Your head cocked, a slight giggle meeting your ears. It wasn’t unlikely that your boyfriend laughed—he did it all the time in fact. However, he kept giggling to himself every couple of minutes (breaking the comfortable silence), you were starting to feel left out of the joke. 

“What’s so funny, Hyuck?” 

He hummed a moment, lifting your legs from off his lap and getting up, “Oh, nothing.”

He’d just spent the last half an hour letting you rant about your day, a couple snacks being nothing but ripped up wrappers by now, littering the top of your baby-pink blanket. 

Of course, he wasn’t laughing about what you’d just expressed. No, he was laughing at the plan he was about to enact. One he’d been cooking up throughout the entire time you’d been dating. 

He extended his hands out for you to take, “C’mon,” He instructed quietly. You jut your bottom lip out at him, soft eyes meeting his own. He found you so overwhelmingly adorable, “Baby, don’t be like that,” 

You took his hands, challenging, “Hyuck…” But before you had the chance to finish whatever thought had crossed your mind, he was pulling you up, the blanket pooling around your ankles. 

Your eyebrows creased, furthering the pout, “I was warm.” You stated simply. 

He picked it up wordlessly, wrapping it around your shoulders, “Better?” 

You shook your head, causing him to laugh. 

Then he led you through your place, and just as you thought he was just putting your pouty-ass to bed, he veered you by the shoulders. The bathroom illuminated, your boyfriend immediately catching your eye through the mirror. His hair was slightly messy, casually, but so attractive, complimenting his features; due to this comeback, his bangs were shaggy—arguably one of your favorite looks on him. 

And don’t think you hadn’t noticed that he kept doing that weird, guilty-pleasure thing that made you swoon like a schoolgirl: ruffling his hair with his fingers or shaking it out of his eyes. Maybe it was unconscious, or maybe he’d figured you out. 

“You’re just gonna stare?” 

You huffed when he broke your concentration, the feeling of a brush being gently pushed into your hair. He de-tangled it from bottom to top, and you wondered who taught him that. 

“Why do you look so confused?” 

“You got another bitch?” You audaciously accused, “Who taught you how to brush hair like this?” 

His laughter continued, “I have a sister,” He said, now being able to fully run the bristles down your hair without it getting caught. “And, a hair stylist.” 

You hummed a moment, squinting your eyes at him through the glass. However, your mock-accusation was short lived when you caught a glimpse of the way his toned arms flexed, his slightly oversized black-tee only adding to the allure. 

God, when’d you become so down bad? Usually it was the other way around—Donghyuck praising the very ground you walked on. Usually he was the one obsessed, but there was something about his gentle, yet confident mannerisms today. His domestic actions and attentiveness. The way he wasn’t saying you needed to feel better, but was trying his hardest to make it happen. 

Actually, he always did that. Failure to notice or comfortable complacency? 

You turned, the brush comically still in the air like you hadn’t. “What’s up?” He asked, confused, “Did I hurt you? I’m sorry,” 

There was never any doubt that he loved you like the sun loves the moon, however, now you were sure. 

“No,” You assured, “You didn’t.” 

“Okay good, I really wasn’t trying to make your day wor—“ 

The words died on his tongue when your lips met his suddenly. That wasn’t like you—always cautiously calculating your every move. 

But, Donghyuck wasn’t like you at all. And, maybe that’s why it worked, because two polar magnets can’t connect. 

You heard the brush clatter to the counter behind you, fingers gripping through the blanket against your waist. He pulled you close, close enough to become one in another universe (maybe you’d like to crawl into his skin, be the very blood in his veins). 

The air wasn’t moving when you broke apart, eyes fluttering open. You’d seen him this close before, but your cheeks still tinted pink every time. “Sorry,” You whispered against him, mouths only centimeters apart still, “I don’t know why I—“

“Shut up,” A smile creased his features, and he pecked your lips again, and then your cheek, and the other one, and the side of your mouth and anything else he could reach from that proximity until you were clawing your hands at his chest, giggling. 

“I love you,” 

No shit. “I know.”

You tried to push him away, a little embarrassed at all the skinship. You didn’t do things that were too much but you did enough because that’s how your boyfriend shows love. But Donghyuck wasn’t like you in that sense; he liked over-the-top displays of affection, or so you liked to think. On the other hand, maybe it was exactly what you actually needed. 

But somewhere down the line, he met you in the middle. He kissed you absentmindedly still, reassuring you a billion times that the heart behind his ribcage was for you and only you. He listened to your worries and irritations, remembering fine details, places and peoples names. He held the door and your hand. Arms a sturdy safety-net. He reminded you he was always there by standing behind you with his head on your shoulder, arms around your waist. He changed, but only because you had as well—opening up to him slowly. 

His knees buckled the first time you rested your legs over his lap, or head on his shoulder, or hand on his leg. He swears he could’ve died when you sat by him while he played his PC games, reading quietly on your iPad, sharing your hobbies. You made him coffee in the morning, and always asked if he wanted something from the store. You even slept with your head on his chest sometimes, listening to the constant rhythm of him. It was the little things, the things you’d do without overthinking. 

And through it all, he’d finally figured you out. You weren’t complicated, you had just never been taught what love was supposed to feel like. Luckily for you, he was a great teacher. 

“Say it back.” Unfortunately (or not) he trapped you between him and the countertop. 

Donghyuck didn’t need to hear it often from you, he really didn’t, he knew you loved him. He knew he was the only one in your heart, as you were his. But sometimes a man’s gotta be selfish. 

And, in actuality, he loved talking in your love language. 

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[fipindustries]

there is no need to be angry any more

so that was it.

that was the ending of jennyffer.

long long ago, back in 2008, i made a deviant art account and i started sharing my works online. i made the very concious and very deliberate choice back then, to fake it until i made it. every time i posted something, every time i updated my journal, every time i left any kind of note for a potential audience, i would talk with the register and confidence of someone speaking to a huge audience of adoring fans. would apologize for delays, i would advertize big ambitious porjects i had in the works (which i never finished or published). i would explain what i was going for with every work as if i had my dms filled with questions and fan theories.

much of that was me mimicking the style with which pretty much everyone posted at the time in deviant art. i did this when i only had like 4 followers there.

i carried this attitude with me when i came to tumblr and started posting my work here, but it wouldnt find much use until i started my webcomic Disregarding Reality back in 2016. in there, much like i did in deviant art, i would post extensive authors notes explaining my thought process behind every strip, id make announcements, id update people on my schedule, i make big celebrations of milestones achieved and would give tearful gratitudes to my audience for sticking with me all those years. again, i did all this for an audience of probably less than ten people.

a part of me was perfectly aware that this was all theatrics, it was me roleplaying as a famous artist and comic creator, because that had always been my dream, to be recognized for my art. it wasnt even necesarily fame what i was looking for. i was perfectly content to be someone on the same tier as, say, tom sidell or zach morrison or scott dewitt. someone with a well liked webcomic who could feed a relatively small but loyal group of fans that would spurn discussion, analisis and fanart. that was the thing i was looking most of all, praise i can do without, i wanted engagement, i wanted analisis, i wanted the kind of fan interaction that is measured in fan content. i wanted reviews, even bad reviews, it meant people were thinking about my work.

one thing i started with disregarding reality was to make small self contained story arcs, that is where we got mama bird, soft boys, hexen snatch and the begginings of max splosive.

and every time i concluded one of this arcs i would post a giganting wall of text as a sort of retrospective, an after game analisis, where i would explain what i was going for, what inspired me to do this, how was the process of creating the thing and to what degree i succeeded or failed. i did the same for my novel there is a crack in the world.

and is time to do the same for Jenniffer. except this time is special, is it not?

this time i do have an actual, proper audience.

this is no longer theatrics, this is no longer me roleplaying, now there are a significant ammount of people listening.

dreams do come true after all.

in many ways that was the second greatest success of this project. the fact that i actually garnered a following of some kind. to be sure, i doubt there are more than a hundred people who have seen jennyffer, but that is irrelevant to me, i got engagement, i got comments and analisis and fanart, that was all i ever wanted and i got it. i am realized, i am fulfilled.

the actual biggest success of this project id say is the fact that people got me. people truly understood what i was going for. i have heard many analisis of what is art in the last few months, wether there is such a thing as objective criticism of art, what is art for, what is the purpose of art, why we make art. and one position i heard over and over again was that art is not for communication. you know, death of the author and all that, what the creator meant has no bearing on the work and the experience of the work itself.

and yet i cannot help but disagree on some level, because if so what else can i call jennyffer other than an absolute triumph of conveyance. people understood it, time and time again i would see comments where people descrive pointedly, incisively, precisely what i was going for. i felt seen. so in that regard, im going to pin the blue ribbon upon my chest, sorry barthes.

there is a lot more that i want to say about this project, loads and loads. do you have any idea how many easter eggs i hid? how many references? do you know whats the story behind the little dinosaur painting in the therapist office? do you want to know?

well all those questions and more will be answered in the ~JENNYFFER COMMENTARIES~

thats right, every week on my patreon, starting today, ill be posting two videos (thats right TWO) with a director's commentary of a jennyffer episode. so if you want to know all the cool super secret details you can go to my patreon and subscribe, these are going to be patreon exclusive so i wont be releasing them to the public for a long long long time, sorry! i gotta eat!

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Now i want to end this with a talk about the characters themselves in this story. Jennyffer and Peter.

They are based on many many different things, things that i have descrived many times in the past. but one thing i want to put emphasis on is that they are very much two sides of myself. the sensitive, morally punctillious and enciclopediacly nerdy Peter, and the assertive, sarcastic and ebullient Jenny. those who have known me for a while would have seen my inner peter poke out whenever in talking about some interest of mine, or when i first met them and want to cause a good first impression, or when im kinda tired or melancholic. and they would have also noticed my inner jenny get out whenever im salty, or stuck in debate mode, or excited or enthusiastic.

They are two lovely kids. they are endearing, they are funny, they are a little messy and sometimes a bit too much to handle. but it was an absolute delight and a priviledge to have them live in my head for four years and im very greatful that i had the time, the energy and the will to bring them to life.

now, as they grow old and mature and have to get ready to leave their mother's house for college i do have to let them go, im going to miss them a lot and im sure they will ocassionally come back to visit. but is time for them to do their own think. all i can do is say goodbye and thenk them for letting me tell their story.

best of luck to both of you

[itzy-bitsy-spidey]

"Maddie screaming and Ozzy's cough (pt.6)"

or "Something made a hole in my backyard pt.6"

Notes: Did I promise this chapter like two days ago? Yes, I did. Did I deliver it two days ago? No, I did not. But the sun shines on Green Hills and I´m finally done writing this thing! This one is the longest chapter yet, and I think that from now on they will only get longer as not to make too many chapters. But until then please enjoy this one!

Part 5

As it turned out Shadow was not half bad company, he was silent and he still distrusted you and just sat broodingly on the chair as you prepared your morning coffe. But he wasn´t all that bad.

It hadn´t been not even an entire day since he woke up, and even though you had fervently insisted that he stayed on the bed while you did stuff around the house he had not left you alone for even a second. You were pretty sure that he thought you were a secret agent of sorts and were going to attack him at any moment.

But, as long as he didn´t attack you first, you were fine with that, trust had always taken time. As for his health he seemed to be a lot better than the day before, if you asked him he would say that he was fine, nevertheless you had seen him wince more than once while walking.

So there you were, grinding coffee beans on your kitchen, while a weird hedghog looked at you as though he could see right through your very soul. And why were you grinding coffee beans, you might ask. Well, because for some reason, out of your knowledge, the old lady that owned the house had a taste for buying coffee beans, and as you were lazy, and did not planned to walk all the way to the store you were dealing with what you were handed. Coffee beans.

"What would you like for breakfast? I´ve got tea, tap water, I think there is some juice left in the fridge, and eventually there will be coffee" You said looking at Shadow before thinking again "Do hedghogs even drink coffee?" you whispered to yourself.

"We also have to find you something to eat..." You turned around to look around the kitchen for at least some bread. And as you had found it, and were stratching in order to grab it, you heard an awful crunching sound behind you.

Tha scene was almost comical, all the way from how you slowly turned to look at the hedghog with a confusion face, to Shadows litlle cheeks looking full as he munched on something, and even the face that you did when you realized that what he was eating was the coffee beans .

"Are you eating the coffee?"

He nodded, a look on his face that read "yes I am, what are you going to do about it?".

"You are aware that that is not how you consume coffee?" Another nod from him "That could seriously damage your digestive system"

"I am the ultimate life form, a mere plant shall not destroy me"

You pursed your lips together and nodded back. Your mind was debating in between worrying for him and laughing at how unfitting his voice was to his tiny body.

"Alright then ultimate life form, would you at least want a spoon?" You asked as you grabbed one for him.

He looked between your hand, your face, the coffee beans bag, and then back to your face; finally he nodded yet again and agreed with a simple "Yes, thank you".

"Alright, as soon as I´m done with this I need to go to my uncle´s house to check up on them and say hi" You told the hedghog so that he would know.

"You are leaving me on my own?" He questioned as he looked at you a little weird, you couldn´t really tell what he was thinking.

"Yes, I trust you won´t get yourself killed in a few hours, just don´t let people see you, if you get bored the tv is in the living room, you´ll entretain yourself" You explained as you finished drinking your coffee and picked up your jacket.

"You would leave me alone, in your home, even though you don´t know me at all? For all you know I could blow up your entire house" You coldn´t know when the guy was kidding, he seriously had such a deadpan-kind-of-angry face all the time.

"Please do not do that, I can´t afford it" You said as you finished picking up your stuff. Meanwhile he just sat there watching you, still eating the beans.

"Ok, bye" you didn´t even noticed when you gave him a little kiss in his forehead as a goodbye, maybe it was just the habit of greeting your parents like that, but it didn´t matter because neither did you see the hedghog looking at you perplexed as you left the house.

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The walk to your uncle´s hose had thankfully felt rather short, probably because Green Hills was a rather small town and you had rented a hose near his on purpose.

By the time you stood in his front door you were barely tired, but you still took a second to gather your breath, and you were about to knock on the door when you heard Tom loudly speaking with someone.

"You should have told me in the morning, are you absolutely sure about this?" He asked someone.

"I mean he matched the description Sonic gave me, I never saw him, but I just know it is him" You were able to recognize the voice, it was your aunt Maddie, though she sounded kind of electronic, so you assumed they were talking through a phone.

"But that is good news!" Tom exclaimed.

"Tom, he nearly killed you, I´m sorry if I´m not super excited about this" Someone almost killed your uncle? Did all of this had anything to do with his broken arm?

"So you want us to not tell them anything at all? Not even about Sonic and the others? It doesn´t sound fair, and what if he wakes up?" Now he sounded a little worried, and even though you had no idea what they were talking about, you had started to worry a little too.

"I´ll go get him today, I can not have him hurting someone else on my family"

You realized then that you had been eavesdropping for longer than you intended (which was, nothing at all) and so you decided to knock on the door.

You heard your uncle say something like "Wait, there´s someone at he door" and five seconds later he opened up.

"Hey kiddo! I wasn´t expecting you to be here so early" He greeted and hugged you, messing up your hair a little bit on the process.

"Yeah, I just tought that I would drop by, y´know, check you still had your other arm in one piece" you joked as you dropped on his couch as if it was your own house. You had tecnically been raised in this house as well as your own.

"Where´s Maddie?" You asked Tom as he plopped himself besides you and turned off the tv which was playing a telenovela.

"Oh you know she´s out with the kids..." It seemed he realized his choice off words as they slowly faded towards the end of the sentence.

"Kids?" You looked at him as if he had gone crazy in the last 24 hours "Are you feeling alright? First aliens, now kids..."

He almost jumped out of the couch as he started walking towards the kitchen "Oh you know, I meant the animals, she sometimes says her patients are like her kids, so it must have rubbed off on me".

Someone had to give it to that man, Tom Wachowski was no bad liar.

"Mhm... And does she always take Ozzy to the vet with her?" You asked even further, confused for the missing friendly dog.

"No!" He nearly screamed, at that point you had gotten up from your spot and followed him all the way into the kitchen. "Is just that Ozzy had a bad cough, so she wanted to check it out".

"Okay..." You reluctantly agreed to the explanation.

The rest of the morning went by smoothly, you two talked and you even helped him with patching up some holes in the walls that he blamed the racoons for. But lunch was fastly approaching and no matter how sad it made you to leave you had a hedghog to take care of.

But, first, you had to use the bathroom. You told your uncle that much (about going to the bathroom, not about the alien hedghog) and left for the upstairs bathroom, because, you simply liked it better.

As you were done with your business and were leaving the room you noticed something strange, unusual for most of the times you had been to the Wachowski home.

The attic door was down. Right there, in the middle of the hallway.

Assuming that your Uncle had gone up to put something away, or sothing of sorts, you decided to go up to check it out. What you certainly were not expecting was the way the place was fixed up, there were comic books everywhere, a puff, and what looked like three small beds. The sudden sound of the front door banging was what took you out of your inspection.

Quikly you made your way down the stairs, and the closer you got to the front door the more you could hear your auntie screaming.

"...They were not there! And neither was him! I´m telling you, he did something to them!" You could hear her and you were sure that anyone that was outside on the sidewalk could as well.

"Maddie, calm down, they´re okay!" Tom was definitely trying to get a word in, but his wife´s shouts wouldn´t let him.

"What´s wrong, who´s missing?" You asked as you finally arrived to the place they were both standing.

Maddie whipped her head around so quickly you feard she would snap her neck, and then she just looked at you as if she could not believe you were standing there.

Tom telling her that "he tried to explain it to her" went over your head as a fluffy animal walked into the house.

"Ozzy! How´re you doing girl? Is your cough better?" You asked as you petted the animal which was constantly trying to lick your face.

"Are you alright?" Maddie asked as she knelt besides you. You laughed.

"Yeah, why wouldn´t I be?"

That answer seemed to calm her down as she stood up and left to talk to Tom.

"Dad! I know you said we had to go out for some time to take in some sun, but Tails scrapped his knee, and so we had to come back..." You heard a voice that suddenly went silent as it stood behind you.

You turned around, your aunt and uncle besides you.

There, in the front door of your uncle´s house, stood a perfect blue copy of Shadow.

"I´m sorry, why did nobody told me my cousin had come home?" It spoke.

And then you fainted.

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[koo-zine]

Im thinking about my micheal shelley au again [what a suprise] and when his bones were 'reorganized' , and his mental health

I'll also be talking heavy on negative mental health below btw, be warned [specifically how his hallucinations cuased by the spiral effect him]

He has aches and pains from time to time and needs to rest, he can walk for an hour or three before the ache in his legs really starts to effect him. This happens less with his arms but if he carries something it'll affect the way his arms feel for the rest of the day. He just can't overwork himself basically.

He has the hardest time sleeping so he has these horrible bags under his eyes

Being the avatar of the spiral still effects his mental health greatly, in the au he refuses to 'feed' on anyone's fear[at first urm gulps] so he starts to get sick. Not only sick, but the more he refuses as time goes on,he starts to hallucinate things.

Things like that yellow door, out of reach in the side of his eye on the wall. He'll hear that 'spiraling luaghter' from time to time. While those are horrible to deal with, the worst of them all is the hallinactions he gets of the distortion. Not of helen, but hallucinations of 'micheal distortion'. It's usually in anything reflective, no one can see it but him, and it's always his own reflection that shows it.

He knows he's not the distortion, and he knows whatever it was it wasn't him. Due to the hallucinations however he starts to question that thought and it cuases him to spiral. [Lol] it doesn't help that after he was spit out by the spiral his temper seemed to get worse, he had always been able to calm down before the spiral, think logically. After the spiral it's alot harder for him to think logically immediately, he's not 'blowing up' all the time but he tends to hold it in like he did before the spiral. Which is a bad idea!!! seeing as his temper got worse.

He trys best to destress but the happenings at the institute are very much very stressful HAHA so. He trys walks and painting but nothing seems to keep his brain occupied besides the spiral. Even if he's able to destress Helen breaths down his neck about it, being an avatar of the spiral still.

This is wip but teehee like

I wont say much about Cuckoo becuase I'm working on a comic about it but the most I will say is it uses these things and micheals questioning against him. Which is why Cuckoo calls micheal shelley 'Mr.Distortion'

[cozymochi]

sometimes i think about some fan artist discord server i joined for an old fandom like yeaaaars ago

I don’t remember much about it since I left it pretty quick after joining. Everyone was like 10+ years my senior. This was during that time I drew on my phone with my finger and it was my only means of being able to draw digitally at all

I do recall when I finally bothered posting art, it was a wip of some comic I was drawing and it was a really complex dragon or something and ig I made the mistake of saying I drew it on a phone with my finger so i had to draw each scale one at a time and the first things anyone said was stuff like

“ermmm you REALIZE you could have drawn that in an easier way, right?” “how come you didnt make a brush for that” “tbh i wouldnt have made it like that-“ and all kinds of shit lol

tho even when i did eventually post that comic in it’s only viable state™️, i felt so much shame thanks to those guys i cut that establishing page out altogether 🫡 it wasn’t even because it was unfinished nor bad, it was solely because a bunch of people dogged on it for not being made “properly” i guess

And idk I think about that exchanges sometimes.. And get kinda mad lmfao tf was that

glad i had sense to leave quickly at the time, everyone was kinda snooty in there. fuck those people actually lol

[signanothername]

UT/UTMV Lore Asks Masterpost (part 3)

All masterposts

This will include lore/ characterization asks (part 2)

*tip! Those in red text will contain an explicit discussion/visual display of some sort of trigger/content warning, these could be blood, emotional or physical abuse, emotional manipulation, death, self destructive behaviors, implied or discussed suicidal ideation, suggestive content or other sensitive topics

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Let me know if I missed color coding anything :)

Cluster B💬

Does Cross know he has NPD?💬

I do believe in canon Killer has both DID and ASPD💬

If Nightmare somehow got his claws on Cross what would he first do?💬

What does nightmare think of dream/ if nightmare could would he go back to his passive form? 💬

Nightmare can use his subordinates sort of like binoculars/surveillance 💬

I love the way you characterize Dream, and I love that he has an angry side.💬

Does your nightmare gender or gendern't

Mirror mirror on the wall who's the gayest of them all

what does Nightmare do when he's in a "good mood"? 💬

Have you heard of "Blue Joins The Bad Sanses"? I was wondering what it would be like if something like that happened in your AU? 💬

what if blueberror then? 💬

Do you think Fatal and Blueberror could be friends?

if you’re version of san’s (sanes?) had a CHECK box, what do you think the little notes would say in each?

do your interpretation of skeles need to breathe?💬

Can we get a timeline of your comics?💬

What would Horror do if Nightmare killed his Pap?💬

[ihopesocomic]

Greetings from Russia!👋🏼🇷🇺 Yes, even the readers of your wonderful comic are here:) I got to know "I hope so" after your review of "My Pride," which, despite all the flaws, still appeals to me in some ways. Even though I'm just a cisgender heterosexual girl, I understand your disappointment. Starting with the queer couple, where Hover started laughing at disability and the name Nothing, even before the review, I was uncomfortable with this moment, not realizing how bad everything was there (especially when you pointed out the actions of Tribblofdoom). That scene in the rain, showing gaslighting and the downright shitty attitude Hover was supposed to have towards her girlfriend. She never really supported Nothing or tried to protect her. And Nothing itself is written as an eternally sad disabled person who gets punched by everyone he can and cannot. Really pessimistic for a project that advertised an LGBT and disability-friendly show. Even without all that, the show is really poorly written. Characters develop without development or become assholes simply because. And they also try to justify some of them (Quickmane scolding Nothing when she left the cubs alone or the redemption of Powerstrike). Basically, my bisexual ADHD friend and I agree with you. Basically, like you, we like to talk and joke about similar topics and think through our plots. And I like your comic, it's much better than this animated series. The characters are very cute, Hope is a wonderful main character. Despite her disability, she still remains optimistic and purposeful even when the whole family has turned away from her. And Storm is a real brutal and supportive girl. Hover could only dream:) But as an inspiration for my hairstyle and appearance, she's good🤌🏼. I also wonder how the fate of Vicious, stuck in a terrible relationship with Jasper, will unfold. I really feel sorry for her, because she's stuck in a terrible relationship with Jasper, but as a mother she's terrible, no comment. But I really liked how you show the psychological pressure and abuse in the family. The consequences of the death of Quiet and Clever are shown, or how Careful leaves the Golden Grove with the cubs. It's just great✨ And also, in principle, I wonder how everything will end up in the end. I want to see more Diamond and Bright. Interesting characters🌚 We'll be waiting, of course😌 Besides the comic, I try to study your answers to other viewers' questions, it's really fascinating. I've learned a lot from you, and I've repeated some of it. In my project about the werecat clan (yes, the influence of the CW😺 was not enough here either), I want to touch on several characters as representatives of LGBT and with disabilities. It turned out that I'm interested in this topic, and I want to see how I can handle it. Although the main character remains a cisget, but she has a boyfriend, a bisexual werewolf cat, for example:) So yes, it was not a question, but rather a long review and a desire to share it with you, dear authors of "I hope so". Thanks for attention. All the best to you☺️👉🏼👈🏼

Thank you very much for your kind words regarding our comic, we truly appreciate it. <33

As for what you have to say about your own content: honestly, just write whatever you're most comfortable with. If you want to write something with a cishet main, you go ahead and do that. The only time it becomes an issue if you do what Tribble did and you shoehorn in a gay relationship at the last minute because your fans began to ship your two main same-sex characters together and you try and sell the hastily written mess as 'LGBT+ friendly' content.

With proper research and care (i.e. listening to the folks you wish to represent), it is very easy to avoid this dilemma and being aware of the issues and wishing to avoid repeating them is a good start. Literally not giving a shit and wanting to use any sort of minority group to plug your content is going to end about as well as you'd expect.

There are certainly things you can cover with one half of your couple being bisexual. Bisexual erasure due to bi individuals dating a member of the opposite sex is certainly a major issue in LGBT+ spaces and a neat topic to cover if this is what you're going for with your main couple.

Either way, best of luck to you and thank you for reading our comic. c: - RJ

[dellamortethelesser]

I saw we were yapping about my dearest failure, Illario.

I just wanna dissect him, literally gnawing on the bars of my enclosure near constantly amidst my usual brainrot.

Supposedly he has to be intelligent, Lucanis believes he’s destined to be first talon when they’re younger, that’s cannot be all charm and sibling affection right? And he conned the Venatori into listening to him despite not being a mage! Sure the Venatori are idiots but they are pretty resolute on their whole mage bit!

I called him a peacock to my friend the other day and I have not managed to fully let go of it. I live in an area where I’ve unfortunately had run ins with peacocks in the past and he just really reminds me of them. He just wants attention/validation so bad the poor man and the other crows only ever mention him as annoying and dramatic, meanwhile he’s on some rooftop screaming and flagging his tail feathers around.

He cannot be this completely of an idiot can he? He managed to sneak around with Zara for a whole year, despite Caterina being hyper vigilant because she was suspicious of a traitor. That could not have been blind luck and I don’t think his grandmother is capable of falling for his charm, I want so much more of sneaky intelligent Illario, but not less of spectacularly bad opera villain.

I…had a point, I know I did, but I don’t remember what it was 😅

I'm always yapping about illario on this blog </3

I'm not sure if Lucanis thought that Illario was destined to be First Talon, but he definitely preferred Illario for the role--saying that he had the silver tongue and that his own talents lied elsewhere. I don't think that was a lie, and it was probably the closest to a compliment we see him give Illario in The Wigmaker Job (TWJ).

I'm unsure if I think he really believed that Illario was going to be made First Talon, though, because just afterwards he acknowledges that even he's heard the rumors about Caterina's favoritism.

"Your time will come," Lucanis assured him. "Will it? Illario's piercing gaze met Lucanis's in the mirror. "People talk. You've always been her favorite." He'd heard the rumors. For all their secrets and intrigue, the Antivan Crows were a chatty bunch. "My talents lie elsewhere," Lucanis said, gesturing toward the arsenal around him. "You're the one with the silver tongue." "So, if she named you heir to House Dellamorte, you'd refuse?" (The Wigmaker Job, Tevinter Nights, p.266)

I agree that Illario comes across unintelligent in Veilguard (VG), to the point of being comical and operatic (though one could argue that's the point being made, given the climactic finale to the Murder of Crows quest). But it is true that he worked with the Venatori--and apparently Elgar'nan--underneath Caterina's knowledge for a whole year. If the VG narrative treated him with more respect, I might have said that it was impressive.

But can we say that Caterina didn't know? I think it's implied that Lucanis was aware that Illario was likely responsible shortly after leaving the Ossuary. It wouldn't be a stretch to assume that Caterina might have known too. Given the propensity of House Dellamorte towards being unable to handle their own family members, she might have been unsure of what to do with the knowledge--and again slated it off to Lucanis to handle, just like when she named him First Talon.

This definitely isn't a critique of your ask, btw, I'm feeding off of some of the ideas you're sending me. I agree that I think the characterization of the Dellamortes in VG really failed to live up to what we were given in TWJ. I would have liked to see more cunning, charming Illario; that mask that fades away. He was depicted way too ham-fisted as the villain from the start.

[iamfartoolonelyformyowngood]

Me talking a lot

Episode 1, School Day Dilemmas, introduces the roster of characters from the local high school and whether or not they should join a school club for nerds. Other members are called Rodney, Jaybird, Aaron and James. They decide against it and the club is shut down. We get introduced to bit characters like some genuinely affable cheerleaders, a toxic club about celebrity gossip, some nerds, some jocks, some teachers, artsy goths.

Episode 2, No Spoilers! is about Jane spoiling a comic issue for Jerry and how everyone accidentally spoils information to each other through increasingly convoluted means.

Episode 3, The "Thing" From Another Fandom, is about James trying to join the group and failing after having a one day trial. He is promptly kicked out.

Episode 4, Escape From Joe's Fantasy World, is about Bill, Josh and Pete breaking into Joe's Fantasy World to rob it and getting themselves trapped inside. Jane and her girl gang are outside and will only let them out if they do what the girls want. Pete sings the theme song to The Hair Bear Club. Jerry is babysitting his baby cousins and shows off his paternal insticts he shockingly has.

Episode 5, One Man's Trash Is Another Geek's Treasure is about Pete leading the group to go dumpster diving behind Burger Moat to get collectable Fantastic Four trading cards that they will never trade.

Episode 6, The Marathon Men, is an adaption of the comic The Marathon Men.

Episode 7, Unstable Molecules, is an episode about a school science project about molecules where people work in pairs. Josh and Pete work on stealing supplies for a model while Bill and Jerry examine an unstable molecule under a microscope and achieve nothing because they think they're irradiated and are either going to become superheroes or die.

Episode 8, Project 101, is about Bill and Jerry having to go to detention after school on Friday to work on their uncompleted assignment surrounded by normies. Josh and Pete try to host a club meeting at Josh's house and we learn all about Naomi Levy and her odd ways.

Episode 9, Slumber Party Blowout, is about three sleepovers at the Dickey household. The newly divorced mother of Bill and Jane is bringing a man home for dinner...and maybe more. Jane has her girl gang over for a sleepover. Bill has the club over for a marathon of the Creepshow movies (and the Tales From The Darkside movie at Pete's insistence) for his birthday that his mother forgot. It goes horribly wrong for all three parties.

Episode 10, Fatal Attractions, is about Jerry befriending and having the tiniest of crushes on a girl named Agnes. Pete tries to convince her Jerry's horrible, Josh threatens her and Bill spreads rumours about her. She stops talking to Jerry and he is upset.

Episode 11, Nerds vs Geeks, is about a group of nerdy backgrounds characters who've been around all season calling themselves geeks in the leadup to homecoming. Jerry is on bad terms with the three after Agnes still. Pete, Josh and Bill use underhanded tactics to make the nerds as unappealing as possible. They eventually confront the nerds who say they did this to get dates. The Midwest Comix Collective told them it would work.

Episode 12, Battle Of The Clubs. Homecoming night and Bill, Josh and Pete confront Aaron, James, Jaybird and Rodney. They argue and exchange side eyes. Jerry tries to talk to Agnes but she refuses to. He decides to just go home. A girl called Mandi offers to walk him home. They leave just before a massive fight breaks out between both clubs. Bodies are thrown, people are knocked over, lighting fixtures are damaged. Bill is trapped between bleachers and sets the building on fire with Pete's lighter. Zoom in on a cheerleader's mouth as she screams. Darkness. Eyes opening. We cut between POV shots of each of the seven being scolded for what they did. Bill ignores his mother to watch TV instead.

The end :)

Potential Welcome To Eltingville Episode Ideas:

Made this under 20 minutes because I am that brainrotted over this dumb pilot./Pos

The episodes will exist in my DREAMS!

[puppppppppy]

horrible truth bomb dropped on my head 20 min ago

[bunnieswithknives]

OH MY GOD??? HAS IT SERIOUSLY BEEN A MONTH????? I am so sorry guys

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[bixels]

I'm not getting into The Giving Tree discourse...

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ive been thinking about the red string superstition recently and also sol bufo always and it makes me sick how uncannily caldwell tanner has made sol to perfectly target me personally

(+ cropped versions !)

[rmbunnie]

Something kinda tasteless about the way that alongside the concerns of "Batman needs someone to rein in his aggression/edginess" (mostly a meta concern,) "Robin is a symbol of undying hope right alongside Batman, Superman, and the police system," and "now that the thought's crossed my mind I think being Robin would be pretty sweet actually," one of Tim's points for why he should be Robin at the end of A Lonely Place of Dying is "we need to show the criminals of Gotham that they can't just kill Robin and expect to get away with it!" Because. They can. That's exactly what happened.

Using that line of reasoning, Tim makes the claim that the idea of Jaybin's life as disposable and inconsequential is heinous and bad, his killing something impermissible, but instead of disproving said idea they allow it to become true and devote their energy to making sure it doesn't become widely known as such. By covering his death up, they actually are permitting his murder to go unaddressed and deeming it acceptable, even taking away the opportunity for it to be consequential to anyone outside of Bruce's inner circle by not spreading the news. As much as we say "oh Bruce was a great dad because losing Jason crushed him" and "he almost considered trying to kill the Joker one time," he in all tangible areas did not do anything about Jason's death. Setting aside the question of killing the Joker or not, it's still shown in Batman Year 3 that Bruce's reaction to Jason's death in the time til Tim showed up was to hide away everything Jason owned and carry on with business as usual, a little angrier. Bruce didn't make any changes or actually evaluate anything in a significant way after the warehouse and Jason's death didn't warrant any tangible consequence, that's evident from reading the comic. I know some may disagree, and I acknowledge the room for interpretation, but in order to discuss Tim's reason we have to concede that it is explicitly written into this specific comic as something Bruce and Tim both recognize as fact, because it serves as the foundation that this reason is built on: there is good reason for the criminals to believe there would no punishment for killing Robin based on the actions Bruce did or didn't take in response. The concern about the public realizing there are no consequences for killing Robin wouldn't be reasonable if it wasn't true, if there actually were.

While they recognize that Jason's death came to pass largely without consequence, the fact itself is less of an issue to both Bruce and Tim than letting criminals actually find out that it doesn't have consequence. They know it's unjust, the notion that Jason can be killed without repercussion (and in making an effort to minimize his murder confirm it to be true,) but their concern isn't for what actually happened to Jason or the lack of proper response. At least on the vigilante side of things, the problem is public perception and continuing to uphold an image of Batman as just and diligent while permitting him to ignore injustice against those close to him. There's no efforts taken to actually disprove the idea that killing Robin would lack impact, what Tim proposes is just making it harder to prove right.

I think the best way to word what comes across tasteless for me here (aside from the side commentary on the unstoppable might of the institution of police and how it's an exemplar of heroism) is that beyond Tim's victim-blaming of Jason during his stint as Robin, (discussed in more depth by people who can word it better than me,) in the base text of a Lonely Place of Dying, it is foundational to the initial premise of Tim as Robin that part of his motive for being Robin hinges on accepting what happened to Jason as something that cannot be allowed in their pursuit of justice or go unaddressed for reasons completely unrelated to the actual harm, and then intentionally erasing the event and the way in which it was allowed and did go unaddressed. No matter how much it's claimed in later comics that Bruce was faultless and Jason doomed himself, Tim's Robin came to be at least in part (in-universe) as a cover-up for the lack of action taken about Jason's death, and by extension as an effort to overwrite his time as Robin and an individual entirely. And thought it wasn't the way his character viewed it, Tim wasn't passively complicit in it or going along with a poor grieving man, the intentional and deliberate erasure of Jason as a murder victim and the injustice of his posthumous treatment was part of his opening pitch.