#but it also feels like....pretty for the sake of being pretty. and also like the people who were attracted to women were. uh. having fun on

[iamgonnagetyouback]

I have an idea! Reader and James have to share a bed. They have no problem with it but they didn't know that they couldn't keep their hands to themselves (not in a sexual way) but they could wake up in the middle of the night finding the other one cuddled up to them haha ​​something sweet and tender

just friends..? totally

james potter x reader where you both share a bed and oh..what? why are you cuddling?

↬ word count : 452 words ˎˊ˗

↬ warnings : fluff overload, mutual pining but they’re oblivious, just friends (but are they?)

↬ author's note : thank you so much for requesting this! i had so much fun writing it—james being a sleepy cuddlebug is my weakness <3

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It wasn’t supposed to be a big deal. James had been utterly convincing, saying, “Angel, it’s just one night, yeah? I’ll even give you the good pillow.” He grinned as he tossed the fluffiest pillow onto the bed.

And really, sharing a bed with James Potter didn’t sound like a bad deal. He was warm, smelled like something fresh and woodsy, and had a knack for making you feel completely at ease. You were just friends, after all. What could go wrong?

The answer, apparently, was everything.

You’d fallen asleep easily enough, facing opposite sides of the bed. But by the time the first rays of dawn were filtering through the curtains, the peaceful arrangement had turned into something else entirely.

Your eyes fluttered open, and there he was. James Potter, Quidditch star, Marauder extraordinaire, and general menace, was tucked against your side, his arm thrown across your waist as if it had always belonged there. His face was smushed into your shoulder and his hair an even bigger mess than usual.

The kicker? You weren’t much better. Your own arm was tangled in his messy curls, your fingers lazily brushing his scalp as if in a half-conscious daze. It was… comfortable. Too comfortable.

James stirred, mumbling something incoherent. His eyes opened slightly, squinting at you. His face softened into a dopey smile. “Mornin’, angel,” he murmured, his voice thick with sleep.

You froze. “James,” you whispered urgently, “what are you doing?”

“Dunno,” he muttered, burying his face back into your shoulder. “You’re really warm, though.”

Before you could argue—or even process the fact that he was still calling you angel—the curtains opened.

“What on Earth is this?!” Sirius's voice rang out, dripping with theatrical disbelief.

You bolted upright—or tried to. James didn’t budge, clinging to you like a human octopus.

“Are we interrupting something?” Remus asked, leaning casually against the doorframe, his lips twitching with amusement.

Peter, standing behind the two, blinked at the scene and muttered, “I knew it. Always thought you two were… cozy.”

You were pretty sure your face was on fire. “We’re not— It’s not—!”

“Oh, obviously not,” Sirius interrupted, his smirk widening. “This is just how all ‘just friends’ sleep. Isn’t that right, Prongs?”

James finally stirred, glancing blearily at the others. Instead of moving away, though, he just tightened his hold on you, resting his chin on your shoulder. “What’re you lot doing in here? S’early.”

“It’s noon, James,” Remus deadpanned.

Sirius pointed at the two of you. “We’re here because this is the best thing I’ve seen all week. You two are disgustingly adorable. Also, doll, you have terrible taste.”

“I don’t even—” you spluttered.

James, still blissfully unbothered, just shrugged, giving you a lazy grin. “C’mon, angel. Tell them how much you secretly adore me.”

“Oh, for Merlin’s sake!”

The room erupted in laughter, Sirius and Peter doubling over while Remus shook his head fondly. James eventually let go, but not before giving your waist a cheeky squeeze and murmuring, “You’re pretty cuddly, y’know.”

You threw a pillow at his face.

And despite the teasing, the laughter, and the absolute mortification, you couldn’t help the warmth blooming in your chest.

Just friends, huh?

[wonkizz]

do you feel the same way i do about you?

성훈 x fmr genre: angst warns: cursing, shit talking, alcohol/drinking, unrequited love, parties, not proofread

Sunghoon is your best friend. Someone you’ve gone through hard times with, someone who’s always been there for you. It was easy for you to catch feelings, but it was also just as easy to hide them away.

The one thing people always say about you and Sunghoon is that you’re so different it’s almost comical. He’s loud and cheerful, albeit around people he’s comfortable with, while you’re quiet and shy with practically everyone, even him.

You’ve tried over the years to branch out and make more friends, but you always find yourself falling short and just missing the mark.

But Sunghoon, he’s never made you feel bad about your personality, if anything he’s allowed you to embrace it.

Which is why when he convinced you to go to a party with him, he was as shocked as you were.

You don’t go to parties, they’re just not for you. But Sunghoon said this one would be good and a chance for you to make more friends.

He wanted to introduce you to his other friends, the ones he’s made at your college.

You were hesitant but decided it might be worth it in the end.

Only problem is, you don’t have party worthy clothes. Your style is basic, you wear jeans and sweaters on most occasions because you prefer comfort over anything else.

When you tell Sunghoon this, he urges you not to worry about it, saying he’ll handle it.

What exactly does that mean? Buying you the skimpiest outfit he could find.

The dress is short, barely covers your ass and your chest is nearly exposed.

“Sunghoon, I don’t think this is for me,” you say, staring at yourself in the mirror.

You did your own hair and makeup, although barely any, and the outfit was the final touch.

You don’t look like you.

“Are you kidding? You look great!” He says, enthusiastic as ever.

“I just… I don't look like myself, you know? I feel weird.”

“I promise, everything will be fine. I know you’re stepping out of your comfort zone for me, and I really appreciate it. This is just part of it.”

Sunghoon, ever the sweet talker, smiles when you nod.

“Okay, let’s go.”

The drive isn’t far, it’s being hosted by Sunghoon’s friend Jay.

When you say the house is gigantic, you mean it.

Your one bedroom is more like a studio compared to it.

Your nerves start to get the better of you, and you almost don’t want to get out of the car.

Sunghoon opens the passenger door for you, holding out a hand, “Come on.”

You take it, and he leads you up the steps and straight inside, not even bothering to knock.

Then again, why would he have to? It’s a party for god's sake.

He leads you through a wave of bodies until you reach the kitchen.

6 other guys are standing there and Sunghoon greets them eagerly.

You can’t help but stand there awkwardly, twiddling your fingers and looking down at the ground.

“Guys, this is Y/N, my best friend,” Sunghoon says as he begins to point at everyone, “Y/N this is Heeseung, Jay, Jake, Sunoo, Jungwon and Riki.”

You wave at them, giving a shy smile as they all greet you.

“You didn’t tell us how pretty she is, Sunghoon,” Heeseung says, raising an eyebrow.

Sunghoon scoffs, “Yeah yeah, don’t overwhelm her, this isn’t her type of thing.”

He grabs two beers from the fridge, opening them and handing you one.

You sip it gently, souring at the taste. You’re not a big drinker either.

It’s not long before Sunghoon effectively abandons you.

He dragged you to the dance floor one minute, then the next he was gone.

You don’t know why, but something is telling you to head upstairs.

It’s there you hear your name coming from a bedroom with the door slightly ajar.

“Why didn’t you introduce us to Y/N sooner?” You barely recognize Heeseung’s voice amongst all the noise coming from downstairs.

You certainly recognize Sunghoon as the next person to speak, “Parties aren’t her thing, I told you that.”

“We’ve been in college for 4 years though. This is the first time you’ve gotten her to come to one?”

“What else can I say? She’s a stick in the mud.”

“That’s not a very nice thing to say about your best friend,” Sunoo speaks up.

“I know, but it’s true. She’s kind and all but she’s so shy and closed off that she can’t make friends. The only reason we really became friends is because our parents pushed us to be close.”

Ouch.

“So you’re friends with her out of pity?” Riki asks.

“I wouldn’t say that,” Sunghoon retorts, “she’s sweet and I appreciate having her as a friend but she’s kinda boring and our personalities don’t really match at all. If it weren’t for our parents, we probably wouldn’t be friends at all.”

“That’s harsh, man,” Jake pipes up.

“I know, I just…don’t know how else to describe her.”

You’ve never felt genuine heartbreak. Not until this moment.

So this is how he feels about you? The best friend you thought accepted you for who you are, truly just…tolerates you?

Has he always felt this way? Has he only kept you as a friend out of pity?

You never thought of yourself as less than when it came to Sunghoon, but now, you’re doubting everything you thought you knew.

As tears gather in your eyes, you turn around making your way back downstairs and out the front door.

You call yourself an uber and go home, crying silently in the back seat of this stranger's car.

Once you make it inside your apartment, you take the heels Sunghoon bought off, thank god because they were killing your feet.

Heading into your bedroom, you look at yourself in the mirror again. The girl glaring back at you, isn’t you. She’s what Sunghoon wants you to be, but clearly you can’t give him that.

You almost tear the dress as you’re taking it off, and change into sweats and a t-shirt.

As you lay in bed, you think back on your years with Sunghoon.

All the time he tried to convince you to do things with him, all the times you tried. All the times you asked him to do something with you and all the times he declined because they “weren’t his style.”

Has it really always been like this? You, trying to be different for Sunghoon, but Sunghoon, never trying for you?

Suddenly you feel humiliated.

Humiliated at the fact that your friendship with Sunghoon has all been a fluke.

You’ve always accepted Sunghoon for who he is. Yet, he never truly did the same for you.

Your phone buzzes beside you, Sunghoon’s contact coming up with a text.

‘Where are you?’ It says.

You don’t bother answering, instead, putting your phone on the charger and turning it off.

You fall asleep with your eyes swollen and heart broken.

When you turn your phone on the next morning, it’s full of texts from Sunghoon.

You, again, don’t bother answering. You’re disgusted by last night's events.

You don’t have class thankfully, so you lounge around in your pajamas all morning.

It’s not until noon when there’s a knock at your door.

You mentally slap yourself for not checking the peephole, because once you open it, you regret it.

Sunghoon stands there, an evident frown on his face.

“Why haven’t you answered my texts?” He says, immediately.

You feel snappy, like the word nice is not in your vocabulary at the moment.

“Can I be honest? I didn’t want to talk to you.”

Sunghoon’s face furrows, “Why? What’d I do?”

You just begin to laugh. You don’t know if it’s the leftover pain morphing into anger or the fact that you’re tired.

“Why are you here Sunghoon? I don’t need your pity, not anymore.”

“What are you talking about?”

Then, you’re shouting, “I heard you last night! You’re friends with me out of fucking pity and I’m honestly disgusted!”

Sunghoon’s face morphs from confusion to shock.

“I…you heard me?”

“I did.” You nod, “And honestly, if you were so fucking bored of me, you should’ve just ended the ‘friendship’ instead of dragging it along like this.”

“Y/N I…I didn’t mean any of that—,”

“Yes you did! You did because if you didn’t, you wouldn’t have said it.”

There’s nothing but silence from his end, like he’s trying to process everything while you’ve already caught up.

You can feel tears pricking your eyes again and damn if it isn’t embarrassing to cry in front of him, but at this point, you don’t care.

“You know what hurts the most?” You ask as Sunghoon looks up, into your eyes.

“The fact that I did so much for you. You wanted to go out? Fine. You wanted me to put myself out there in a place I was totally out of place at? Fine. So many times I made myself uncomfortable for you. But the very few times I asked you to do something with me, for me, you always said no. It wasn’t your thing. Do you realize how fucking pathetic I feel knowing my friendship was so one-sided?”

Sunghoon doesn’t say a word, tears gathering in his own eyes. “I’m sorry.”

You nod, “I’m sorry too. Sorry that we both wasted our time. Sorry, that I ever had feelings for you. Consider this ‘friendship’ over, Sunghoon.”

With that, you close the door in his face, locking it before letting yourself break.

You settle on your couch, curling into a ball, clutching a pillow as you cry.

There’s a few stray knocks, but he eventually leaves.

WONKIZZ 2025

[blueishspace]

Grian could be an avatar for most of the Magnus Archives entities if you think about it.

The Eye is the most obvious one cause he's a Watcher and his obsession with knowing everything all the time doesn't help his case.

The Web, you could nake a cause about being the mastermind for so many events. The civil war happened because of him, the mayoral elections happened because of him, the life series also him, the crossover was because of him. Also the soulbounds are usually represented as spider like strings forcing players together so there's that.

The Lonely too, especially life series Grian. Always finding teammates, burying them and then abandoning them. Not only that though, he was isolated in highschool and being abandoned sticks with him as a theme everywhere he goes.

The Dull is the newest one and...yeah, permit office Grian is all I have to say about it. Doubt anything else is needed.

The Corruption makes me think of Mother Spore, honestly that's just the most obvious example of it though. There's also the morbid attachement and codependency that links to the already mentioned issues with isolation. And the snails, the snails too.

The Vast, there is his season 6 base. A tall spire to the clouds in the middle of the ocean. There is constant connections to both sky and the sea, how good he is at flying, soo good that the fandom gave him wings.

The Dark, the mooners and not sleeping the night away, the connections to the void, the boatem hole. He doesn't even have eyes, just holes filled with pure darkness.

The Stranger, there are all his skins and dusguises. From being forced to impersonate Taurtis to Ariana and Sherlock Grian and the fisherman and every other outfit and persona he has played. He's a natural born imitator, no wonder his power was that to copy other's own.

The End, what can I tell you about this? There's demise, a constant reminder of the inevitability of death. There's the life series which is literally demise but worse. Even the way the permit office is designed is very Terminus-like... Well that and also Spiral-like which brings us to:

The Spiral, there's the permit office of course, there's also the white voids rooms made entirely to trap and confuse people inside them. Sure BigB is so much better at it then Grian is but not all avatars are the same so...

The Flesh too is pretty obvious, there's the weird forms like the backward one and the side one and the upside down one that are in canon pretty horrifying. There's also Butcher/Cannibal Grian from that murder mystery video which I feel alone should be enough.

The Slaughter, the man is literally known as the guy who starts war. Also he created a series of very violent death games where people are forced to fight eachother to the death again and again and again, this one is pretty obvious.

The Buried definitely has It's connections, from chocking on plastic showed down is throat to shallow breathing in a cell deep underground to falling breathless into the void beneath the world to living at the bottom of the ocean in multiple series.

Even the desolation fits considering the whole exploding an entire desert and exploding the mansion and settings his own base on fire and summoning the wither and just...so much uneeded destruction done only for It's own sake.

The Exctinction is a little harder but the man did kinda get involved with the end of two different worlds and almost caused the destruction of Empires as well trough Grumbot so ...

The Hunt is really the only one I can't think of a connection.

[ramshacklerumble]

Does Gia know how to tie those hand wraps for fighting? I’m just curious how much he knows about fighting pre-NRC and during the canon events

Also how along he gets with Malleus?

they don’t! they don’t really have any formal fighting experience prior coming to twisted wonderland. the thing is— they’re just fucking violent.

the type of violent that numbs them from succumbing to pain because all they want to do is hurt the other person so bad that they bulldoze through. so they do, at least in the beginning before they begin to properly spar and train with @tixdixl’s kingsley tyr, have pretty bad form when it comes to fighting, but they don’t care. they’ll get their licks in one way or another.

for the second question— in a nutshell, gia doesn’t mind malleus…until they do. they’re civil towards him, don’t really pay him much mind beyond his occasional visits to ramshackle and they have invited in for tea for the sake of being courteous. they even do the robot for him during the events of firelit sky. but they don’t have any strong feelings about him— that is until the events of book 7. when they are quite literally on the warpath.

gia takes the events of book 7 personally, everything they’ve busted their ass for has been snatched away from them in one fell swoop. the are in danger of losing their friends, their home, their freedom, their potential. they don’t care what malleus’ reasons were. they’re furious beyond words (not that they bother to share many), and all they can think about is the taste of roasted dragon. then you add in the fact that malleus seems to believe them to be much closer than gia has perceived them to be and honestly, they’re just all around insulted.

they’re not friends. they were never friends. if anything gia felt like malleus treats them more akin to a petting zoo animal than a friend. he didn’t even bother giving his name and while gia pretty quickly figured out who he was and just opted to keep calling him hornton— they took that as a buffer he set himself and they just never tried to get around it. he never gave them a reason to.

he did give them a reason to wanna kick his ass, though! which is the strongest emotion they’ve had for him so far.

i know once we get past his overblot, gia will let bygones be bygones for the most part, it’s just how they work— but i haven’t figured out if they actually do end up becoming friends or not. we’ll see.

and now while i know you didn’t ask this here, i did see your tag in the recent dragon roll post

:) the answer is the same reason gia doesn’t have a left arm

[sykesandskittles]

CHAPTER 8

Noah

THE SECOND Harlow LEAVES, Nick plops down into her empty spot on the couch. “So, bro, are you making any progress with her?”

I glance over at my long-time friend and shrug one shoulder. I get why he’s checking in—this shit is time sensitive–but I don’t appreciate being hounded. Around here, I’m the one calling the shots. I don’t need people checking in with me.

“I’m getting there,” I answer dismissively. “Don’t fucking worry about

it.”

He lifts his hands in mock surrender. “Dude, chill. Just asking. ‘Cause,

you know, people are talking.”

I sigh. “Talking about what exactly?”

I don’t give a fuck what people say, usually. My family is wealthy enough and influential enough not to have to worry about other people’s opinions. But this time…yeah, this time I have to give a fuck, because it might get in the way of my objective .

“There's a lot of talk about why you chose Harlow . Some of the Debs are pretty pissed about it.”

Debs, meaning debutants. It’s an old-ass word, but it’s what we call the female members of the Burning Crown. It’s a word passed down through the generations. Every year, four Debs are plucked from the Burning Crown’s general membership–the Circle–and given queen-like power over the entire university.

Those four slots are so sought-after, that it’s practically a blood sport for the chicks in the Circle. And the fact that one of their positions had been given to an outsider….yeah, I’m sure that ruffled more than a few feathers.

I shrug off his statement. “No one is guaranteed a consort position.” “It’s tradition,” Nick replies flatly. “And now they're suspicious.” That gets my attention. I twist to face my friend. “Suspicious?”

“Okay, maybe not suspicious yet. But they don’t understand and they’re watching you pretty damn close.”

Christ. That’s all I need. More people watching me.

I push out a harsh breath. “They’ll get over it eventually.”

Nick laughs, but it’s devoid of humor. “Let’s hope so, because if they look into Harlow , they’re going to discover her past pretty damn quick, and then our whole plan is fucked.”

“Thanks for that analysis, Einstein.” I don’t need to be told how fragile this whole thing is. It’s my life, for God’s sake. My family’s lives. If I fuck this up, everyone suffers.

“Hey, Noah.” It’s Jolly. He shoves his hand through a mane of short brunette  hair to get it out of his face. “I just saw your chick leave with Wyn.”

“Yeah, they went to the bathroom,” I reply .

He laughs like I’m an idiot for believing her, and maybe I am. “Listen, I don’t know what the fuck they told you, but I just saw them both leave through the back patio door.”

I tilt my head back and growl, launching onto my feet. “You didn’t stop her?”

“Oh, yeah, like that wouldn’t draw attention. She’s a consort now. She can do whatever the fuck she wants. If I stop her from leaving, that’s going to raise questions. Questions I’m sure you don’t want them asking.”

She can do whatever the fuck she wants in theory. In practice, she’s mine, and she needs to learn how to fucking listen.

“Which way?” I grate out. “West. Toward Carbon.”

I could text her, and demand she return, but I have a feeling she’d just ignore me. Also, I don’t want her to know I’ve been tipped off about her leaving.

Balling my hands into fists, I weave through the crowded house with Jolly trailing behind me. Wherever I go, Jolly is usually there, right by my side. Between him and Nicholas, Jolly is the older twin and carries with him a big-brother mentality. He’s the protector of everyone in the Circle, and he's damn good at it.

Outside, beyond the patio, it’s pitch-fucking-black with just a sliver of moon to give a hint of shadow to distant objects. I don’t see Harlow or Wyn anywhere, but fuck it, we know they were headed toward Carbon, so I turn in that direction. We’ll catch up with them eventually.

Jolly and I skirt the water where the sand is more compacted, and it’s easier to walk. The ocean calms me. It always has. I can feel my anger slowly begin to subside as we make our way down the beach. We’re about half a mile from the sorority house when Jolly reaches out to tap me from behind.

“Hey, is that them?”

I squint, and sure enough, I see two figures in the distance. They’re just standing there, and I wonder if they can see us. But as we get closer, I can see they’re not even paying attention to Jolly and me. They’re looking down at something in Harlow ’s hand.

“The bathroom, eh?” I say, sauntering up to them. “Why did you leave the fucking party?”

When Harlow glances up at me, I see real fear in her eyes. The same fear I saw when she was attacked on my porch.

I glance down at what she has in her hand. It’s a cell phone. “This is Talia 's phone,” she says, her voice shaking.

“Yeah, so what?” My gaze shifts to Wyn. She looks white as a ghost, too. “We found it right here, in the sand. Harlow used her stalker app, and it

was just sitting right here, half buried,” Wyn says.

Fuck. That can’t be good. But, still, there has to be a logical explanation.

I shrug. “Okay, so she lost it. People lose their phones in the sand. It happens.”

“Yeah, my brother loses his phone all the time,” Jolly chimes in. “Fucking idiot.”

“No,” Harlow shakes her head. “You don’t get it. First, she didn’t show up at the party, and now, we find her phone half-buried in the sand. That’s not like her. She always has her phone. It’s practically an appendage.”

I tilt my head back and rake a hand over my face. Just what I fucking need right now—a missing chick. And not just any missing chick, Harlow ’s best friend. Fuck my life .

“Okay, Listen, let’s go back to the party and ask around to see if anyone knows anything. If we still can’t find her, we’ll take my car and drive around to some of the hot spots in town,” I say.

The last thing I want to do tonight is drive around and look for some random chick, but on the upside, I can send Wyn off with Jolly, and get Harlow alone.

Harlow looks a little relieved by my plan and nods. I’m hoping someone at the party knows something, so we can go on with our fucking lives, but when we ask around, not only has no one seen Talia , no one even knows who the fuck she is.

We’re outside the sorority house when I turn to Wyn and Jolly. “You two drive around the north side of the school. Harlow and I will take the southside.”

With a nod, Wyn and Jolly take off into the night. I glance over at Harlow , who is trying to unlock Talia 's phone.

“Careful, you only get so many guesses before it locks,” I offer.

She huffs in frustration and shoves the phone into her bag. “Maybe we should just go to campus security and let them know we can’t find her.”

I laugh under my breath. She really is as naive as they come. “And what evidence do we have that she’s actually missing? A lost cell phone?” I lift my chin at her. “When did you see her last?”

Harlow narrows her eyes at me. “I didn’t misplace my fucking glasses.

This is my best friend we’re talking about.”

“Just answer the question,” I snap, my anger at her bubbling over.

She shifts on her feet and pushes a breath out. “This morning. And something seemed…off with he r. I don’t know.”

“Okay, so it hasn’t even been twenty-four hours. Yeah, no way security is going to take this seriously. She’d have to be missing a few days, at least.”

“A few days?” She nearly launches herself at me. “That’s way too long. Can’t you make security investigate? Or is all this ‘I own the school’ bullshit just a delusion?”

My jaw tightens. This fucking chick doesn’t know shit about shit. I start walking toward my car. I pull my keyfob out of my pocket and unlock it. “We’re not involving security or the police,” I bite out. “Get in the car.”

She’s standing several feet away, not moving. “I can’t get in the car with you. I mean…I shouldn’t.”

For fuck’s sake. I open the driver’s side door and lean on the roof. “And why the fuck not?” I ask, allowing every ounce of my frustration to seep into my tone.

“Because…I don’t know you. I mean, not really. I just met you.”

My instinct is to force her. To walk over to her, throw her over my damn shoulder, and shove her into the car. I’ve become used to people following my commands with no questions asked. All this chick does is ask fucking questions—and it’s getting under my skin.

“You want to find your friend,” I say. “Then you need me. With my connections, I’m your best shot at finding her quickly.”

She’s standing under the street light, and I can see the indecision flicker in her eyes. But I’ve got her cornered and she knows it. She needs my help. Finally, she sways and then takes a step toward the car. She opens the passenger door, and slides into the leather seat.

“Let’s go before I change my mind,” she says through gritted teeth.

I get behind the wheel and hit the engine. When I glance over at her, she looks small. Vulnerable. I could almost forget what a manipulative bitch she is.

Almost.

[brucie-baby]

While the dynamics of Bruce being the hopelessly smitten party in a unrequited love situation is interesting, I personally prefer it when it's the other way around except Bruce actually does love them but he's repressed his feelings so hard that he's kinda forced himself to forget about them and unless something forces them awake, they're cooked.

soo understandable

something i find so intriguing about bruce is that yes, he's a master at forcing his feelings down but as soon as he accepts them, he tends to go all in. straight into the deep end. he doesn't know how to not be so fucking intense.

so i think this situation would be kinda wild kinda fun in the sense that like. you have the whole initial angst of clark ((using him because he was in the original post)) truly believing that bruce does not, can not, will not love him back, and he's so sure of this because bruce is so sure of this. bruce shows no sign of loving him back because of just how deep down he's repressed it all. and generally clark is like "he's still my best friend and i'd love him even if he hated me," but also it still fucking sucks that the love is unrequited, right??

and then something happens and for the sake of this we'll say it's something like,, clark gets severely hurt in the field and someone kind of confronts bruce with his feelings and he finally has this moment of "okay shit yeah this is real" and that's when the repression goes away. that's the moment he accepts it.

now here's the thing. clark didn't know about bruce's feelings because bruce had pretty much forced himself to forget them. bruce does not have this issue with clark. he knows exactly how clark feels (world's greatest detective, obviously). so he does it. he dives straight in. pulls out all the stops.

and that's where the additional angst kicks in. because like. bruce has shown absolutely no sign of being interested in clark in any way. literally none. and now clark gets hurt and suddenly bruce is asking him on dates and saying he's in love with him and what the fuck?? clearly bruce is just confused because of the whole near-death thing. he doesn't actually love clark. clark would've known (he can hear the man's heartbeat, his breathing, can see every microscopic detail of the expressions he wears when talking to clark, and nobody can fake that, not even bruce). and now clark's all extra hurt on the inside because holy shit bruce finally loves him back and it's not even real??

obviously there's a happy ending somewhere in there of clark realising that okay shit yeah this is real. however in my head this is also a comedy so most of it is just bruce trying so desperately to convince clark that he genuinely does love him that he binges as many romcoms as possible and starts copying them. his kids start feeding him fake romcom moments or being like "this worked for a friend of mine" just to make him do the most ridiculous shit possible.

[bomberqueen17]

how it's going

I am delighted so far by the responses to the post about signing up to beta/cheer-read the solarpunk tallship bisexuals novel I've decided to really give a go this year-- if you missed it, this is the post-- I have gone through and added everyone who signed up so far and it's a lovely mix of names I know and names I don't, not so many people it'd be hard to keep track and not so few that I'm worried about burning somebody out or totally winding up relying on one poor reader to keep my sanity going. I am also always pumped to get a lurker to de-lurk and say hi, not that there's anything wrong with lurking, I've got a few spaces where I lurk because that's what I need from that space. But it's always nice to be able to like, relate to somebody, y'know?

Not that you can really talk a lot in a google doc. I admit a lot of what's kept me going on Witcher has been having various little Discord threads where I can paste in whatever line I'm smug about, or that I'm stuck on for workshopping, and having a conversation about it, and not having that (I have a thread going in a Witcher discord but since it's off-topic it's kind of... well, low-traffic). I don't know if it's feasible to make a new Discord so I probably won't. But.

Anyway I will at some point turn that form off, but it seems to have worked pretty well so far as a method for adding people specifically to the doc, and I will leave it open and keep checking it for a little longer if any of y'all reading this were on the fence about signing up. I just can't rattle around alone in that doc and still keep my momentum. I'm only up to chapter three or so and the main plot hasn't even started but there's thusfar been at least one really confusing action sequence and I've realized that I've got a serious case of zero visual information being conveyed, so that's been helpful. Even with only a couple of readers-- ha, even the last couple of hours before I started adding people to the doc it had already done a lot of its job because I started proofreading with an audience in mind, which in my case tends to improve readability, which is what I want.

Listen, there's a noble purpose in telling stories for their own sake to yourself, but the idea of telling a story so that others can understand it is important to and I value it highly. So. That's what this is about.

So I've got a few people poking around in there with me and I feel much better about life and have some hopes I might make it over the hump into a real plot now, LOL.

But I think I'm gonna snippet post, which I haven't much with this work yet! (Have I? I forget. I started it in the fugue state of pre-holiday fuckery last year so who knows.)

bah i can't find a good snippet. well, here's a recently-composed one anyway.

As they approached the ship, Tom said, “You’ll tell the others, yeah? Simmons didn’t know. It ain’t his fault.” “I don’t know as it’ll help,” Keller said. “They’re mighty displeased about how you been treated. It reflects on them, y’know?” “It’s not so bad,” Tom said. “I’d rather be here than escorting the Barka convoy back to Subia in Jeanette all by my lonesome knowing damn well Righteous is waiting there for me with a bone in her teeth. No thank you, I’d rather not be set up on a suicide run like that. And you know if I got killed in a fourteen-gun sloop facing down a bloody-minded forty-gun privateer they’d tut-tut and say a proper Subian gentleman could’ve won.” “Oh sir,” Keller said. “You know they’d say that,” Tom said. “You know they would. No thank you, I will take my lumps and stick with Haines and I’ll thank you not to force me to defend poor Simmons the entire time. It weren’t none of his doing, Henry Keller, but that don’t mean I want to have to argue with the rest of you lot about him every blessed day of this commission.” “He’s also an ignorant sod,” Keller pointed out. “It don’t signify,” Tom said. “You know me and Yardley won’t let no harm come to the ship.” “Oh, Yardley,” Keller said. “I forgot he’s aboard. He’s been scarce.” Tom rolled his eyes. “He’s taking it well, too,” he said. He rummaged through the few parcels he’d brought back, and pulled out a bag and handed it over to Keller. “Share that out with your mess-mates,” he said. “And tell them-- it ain’t his fault, at all.” Keller took the bag with pleasure-- it was candy, Tom knew they’d have liked liquor better but he didn’t dare risk them being found with it and punished, with Simmons and not him in charge, so candy was safer. Keller looked back up at Tom, weatherbeaten face crinkled with a grin, and said, with a wry, grudging concession, “I’ll tell them.”

[weaselbeaselpants]

I don't mean block so she can't access ur blog whatsoever, I mean block for the sake of just not wanting to see her posts and not wanting to engage with her personally.

>>>Context: After Sai's (I still think very badly worded) talk about Palestine bloggers I blocked her for my own sake. Trying to warn and rationalize to other people what they out to do about a crisis and accounts that appear to exist out of nowhere possibly being bots isn't the problem. That is a thing; I know, Pro-Palestine people in my circle are all about verification and stoping to double check links and look over stories like this. What offended me then and still does was Sai's and that other user's obviously staunch opinion. Sai isn't antiPalestine but she's convinced that all donation bloggers are scams -> I know for a fact that is wrong, but it's obv an opinion she is not budging from. I don't feel like arguing with her or being told by her followers how I'm wrong unless they want a full-breakdown and expose of how I know that claim is false and unhelpful -> my focus then and now is on reblogging genuine gofundmes and supporting Palestine the way I know I can. Sai's take is to only support legit organizations. Mine is different. It's best we keep our distance on this topic. All that to say; the reason I blocked Sai isn't because I don't want her snooping around my stuff, it's so that I can keep my distance because blocking Sai means not personally seeing all her posts. I still do not think Sai is some horrible person but after what she said I just rlly don't want to hear from her.

You can use a block for whatever you want and I follow my friends' philosophy that that can be just putting up boundaries as well as serious 'don't access my blog'-grudges or reports.

And, frankly, you haven't supplied me with an answer to my second tagged comment there- HOW IS Sai 'just as bad' or 'the other side of the coin' as Lily? Your posts have not proved that evidence to me. Sai is herself pretty insensitive at times and opinionated on what she believes in; Lily is an abusive serial sockpuppeteer, abject racist/antisemite, abelist, and possible r@pist who I've never seen her even attempt to apologize for the things she's said. Lily wrote REALLY GRAPHIC cp, which continues to lie about it while she continues to pedojack others about their fictional tastes. Lily has been caught twice this last year wishing violence or suicide on two of her critics. Sai is a person that I don't particularly like or agree with; Lily is a deeply toxic, bad person. For what it's worth I have Lily, Mikay and a bunch of their followers also blocked so I don't have to see them and their 'Lily Orchard did nothing wrong' posts when I search anything. Tumblr's block system may be a one-scenario tool, but I'm allowed to use it as I want. I can block people I'm personally not talking to (Sai) and people who I don't think anyone should talk to (Lily).

Among Lily Orchard's tactics to try and sway people to her side/divest them from looking further into her crimes is to discredit her critics by insisting something else about them makes them unqualified. That SHE'S the abused one here and all this back and forth fighting is just "#drama" and not her being in scandal which she seems pretty damn guilty of. By insisting that Sai and the other Lorch critics are just as bad as Lily, you are giving Lily ammunition. You are making her more legitimate that she is in people's eyes. I don't think you want to do that but I ask you then to please just leave Sai alone as best you can.

Now, enjoy your own block.

sai and crew have entangled themselves in being the moral superior. it's their brand now. there's really no going back from it at this point, and when lily stops being a fruitful taget they have to try out new ones. that's their most recent activity.

A much more accurate statement is that their brand is being socially accepted internet bullies-- until it's their lunch money getting stolen. Suddenly it's not so funny anymore.

[nova-rpv]

a redraw of the first drawing i posted here to celebrate the fact that ive been in tumblr for more than a whole year posting my shit and havent deleted my blog in panic yippee \:D/ (mushy rant in tags)

[bacchuschucklefuck]

class swap design masterpost for convenience (from top to bottom: bard!riz, cleric!gorgug, sorcerer!kristen, barbarian!fig, artificer!adaine, and rogue!fabian)

[hinamie]

itakugi sillies fr the soul

[punchspeedchunk]

Next in line is Shmim:

Shmim (Real name Mimbinibi) is a quarter Bugbear on his mother's side, but his clan lives in the higher reaches of the Chaos Mountains. As such, they're already a hairier bunch than most other Goblins, but the Bugbear grandparent means Shmim is EXTRA fuzzy.

Shmim was born and raised in Bastion to first generation immigrants, and as such ended up visiting family in the mountains a lot. Not a big fan of how noisy and cramped the city is, Shmim spent all their school holiday time with his grandparents in the mountains, finding a love of the traditional music, instruments, and songs of his people.

more under cut:

Shmim is primarily a Bard, but had to take a few levels in Artificer in order to help create new instruments. He is INTENSELY interested in experimental music and sound, having mastered classical styles, and finding he wanted to delve into what he could really do to push the boundaries of what music IS.

He identifies as He/They, and his name is actually a family nickname from his parents. Often his real name would be shortened to 'Mim', and he would make so much noise at home that multiple times a day his parents would be going 'Shhhh Mim!', which ended up just being 'Shmim!'

Needless to say, not only did he not Shhh, but his chosen go-to instrument (Of his absolutely VAST and ever-growing collection) is a Griffin Head Carnyx horn (traditional to his clan) that he has managed to slap an electric amplifier onto, making it an absolutely DEVESTATING sonic weapon in battle. He also added the rings for extra jingly sounds because to him, more sound is good sound. It also does pretty good Bludgeon damage.

Shmim also DJ's on the side for money, which almost always goes straight towards acquiring either a new instruments, or parts to create one.

He doesn't have any tattoos, since the fur makes them too difficult to see, and while he's got an eyebrow piercing, he will not get any in his ears because he's worried it will affect his ability to hear clearly, or at the very least make his headphones uncomfortable to wear.

He likes to throw on as many traditional clan clothes as he can in the winter, but come summer time when he's not in the mountains, he wears as little as he can get away with, including mesh crop tank tops and booty shorts. He tried shaving in summer only once, and got so aggravated by the all-over feel of the full-body crew cut that he vowed never to do it again. It was over-stim hell.

Shmim is the heaviest of the Gob-Squad, even though Dex beats him out height-wise by an inch. He could be a strong as Leena if he wanted to, but he only really utilises his power build for lifting heavy instruments, and is not a huge fan of exercise for exercise's sake. He's much happier to just chill with Dex, a sound deck, and some decent Gorgunfern.

So, This guy is the product of @dullgecko and I throwing around fucking Fantasy High College AU shit.

This guy was a nothingburger background goblin who accidentally grew a personality and then before we knew it, we had a fully fleshed out character on our hands.

So this is Dex, he goes to Riz's university and is the Goblin Riz becomes most friendly with (Out of the like... 6 or 7 that go there in various different classes). More details under the cut for those who want them:

This guy hails from the Mountains of Chaos, from a Goblin clan known as being cave divers/fishers, but he spent a fair amount of his schooling at a coastal town of Solace.

He's pretty gangly for a Goblin, his family is fairly sure they have a fair bit of hobgoblin blood, but no clear idea how far back. They're all pretty chill, they have to be to dive caves safely, and the amount of time they have been doing it means that he has inherited traits like retractable partial webbing in his hands and feet, and a flattened paddle shape to his tail tuft. He also has long, dextrous fingers and toes, and double fangs for cracking through crustacean shells and tough fish scales.

Primarily a Druid, he got into a few levels of Barbarian in high school when it became apparent he had a chill limit, and when pushed past it, his frenzies were pretty incredible. He uses his longboard (Dwarvish made) as a bludgeoning weapon. He can also wild-shape and likes to do water creatures the most, so occasionally if he's been drinking you might see a starfish riding around on a longboard on campus.

He also frosts his tips with a bioluminescent algae he cultivates from home, and will give anyone who asks a stick-and-poke tattoo. He knows most Goblin clan's traditional tats, as well as many Orcish and Genasi designs. He speaks Common, Goblin, Orcish and is conversational in Genasi.

His personality for the most part is extremely chill. He walks everywhere barefoot, and will poke holes in shoes if he's forced to wear them so that his toes and the balls of his feet can still touch the ground. Doesn't think much of hierarchies, considers everyone equal and doesn't really gel with authority figures trying to assert control.

Community is very important to him, he is the social glue in any given situation and is extremely good at de-escalation. Either by talking people down, or beating the aggressor into submission when absolutely necessary.

If he wasn't training into adventuring, he would probably be either a surf/skate/diving instructor, or a psychologist (or just both). As it is, he likes to get out in the world and meet new people, very much a wanderer, just in it for the journey and the people. He doesn't have a specific party, he likes to hop parties to experience new dynamics and people.

He might settle down if he finds a group he super jives with, but for now he's interested in advancing his skills (and getting Riz to fucking relax like holy shit this is the most wound up wired guy he's ever met... but to be fair the hyper-competence is legit, and he is forever offering Riz some of his best gorgonfern to smooth his edges).

[halfdeadwallfly]

[butterflysonnets]

yes i'm rooting for m*leven breakup because byler is neat but mostly? i'm rooting for m*leven breakup for the sake of el and mike.

to me, their romance was always a puppy love born out of a combination of social pressures, naïve curiosity, and a lack of true understanding regarding intimacy and romantic love and what it really is. it was real in that they do truly, deeply care about each other and they are close friends, maybe even shared an attraction, but a maturing romance is so much more than that. they've grown up and out of being boyfriend/girlfriend, and that's okay! i think television/film needs to show more often that most of us don't have definite "soulmates" or first childhood loves that we spend our whole lives with. it doesn't mean these relationships meant nothing and didn't impact us, it just means they've run their course and that something else is in the cards, and this is part of life!

i've always felt el was at her best and most confident self when broken up with mike, discovering who she was and what she liked alongside another girl her age instead of just relying on mike for mentorship on how to live in the real world. she deserves more of an opportunity to find herself, her autonomy, and her independence, and to love who she is, and she's made it clear she's felt insecure in the relationship with mike because she isn't being loved and understood the way she wants, needs, and deserves from someone who is her partner.

also, it's okay if mike doesn't love her in "the way he should". he is not obligated to love her romantically and stay in a relationship with her just because she's a girl, because she "needed someone", or because he cares about her a lot. he shouldn't be pressured into a romance if it's not truly coming from his heart. he deserves freedom to find out and honour who he is, too, instead of just staying in his non-functional first relationship — one he got into as a child, essentially — and defining himself that way because it's what's expected when a boy and a girl are close. he loves her in some way, yes, but it's okay if he doesn't feel comfortable or secure being her boyfriend anymore, for whatever reason that is. he's felt insecure too, and that's valid and it matters.

they are their own people and are steadily growing and changing every day. they need time to figure out who those people are, and it's become clear (at least in my opinion) that those people aren't meant to be a couple at this stage.

they deserve freedom. they deserve to grow up and be authentic to themselves and not feel like they need to lie for the sake of a relationship. they deserve to move on from this version of their relationship that isn't making them happy and rekindle the best part of their bond: their strong, beautiful friendship. they don't have to be a couple if it doesn't make them stronger and better and happier people.

i think it would be healthy and wonderful for a show, especially one consumed frequently by young adults, to show a relationship starting, progressing, and ending on good terms in this way. sometimes things don't work out, and that is okay.

[straycalamities]

the fixation of fandom these days on there always being a Black and a White. A Right and a Wrong. A Villain and a Victim. is soooo fucking tragic and frankly REALLY DAMN ANNOYING

especially in stuff where like..if THAT'S your priority? you've missed the entire damn point. and yet it always is. so loudly.

look beyond your blorbo. your kintype. your CC. your f/o. look beyond your otp. look beyond your found family dynamic and actually absorb what's going on with the other characters. i'm begging.

honestly do a study on the characters you hate most or care about the least. take a half an hour to put yourself in their shoes

no this isn't an anti-shipping, anti-kinning, anti-selfship, or anti-blorboing post, because i don't think those are the things that inherently ruin characters or tags or whatever other ppl think. but if you do do that, it'll make it even better if you look at a larger scope beyond that as well I promise

[pure-pea2361]

I gotchu

Why Nate is Cool (I dunno what to name it)

1. He’s relatable. Ain’t none of y’all gonna tell me you haven’t felt inadequate or felt like you were boring to hang around. The fact that he has insecurities already makes him 10x more relatable than other “child” protagonists in anime.

2. He’s flawed, but in a good way. Nobody likes a Mary Sue, can do no wrong character. This guy is constantly humiliating himself, acting like an idiot, etc. (and we love him for it) Also, whoever took over the animation in the 5th season made Nate look so silly but in a good way.

3. He’s treated like shit by everyone. If y’all haven’t seen the 4th season, you won’t understand. But my god, what was the writer’s deal with this poor guy?? They stripped him of his clothes in countless episodes (most of the time it was for NO FUCKING REASON), had him be belittled by everyone just for the sake of existing, they made him the bad guy to victimize others, and so much more.

Yes, Nate can be a little bratty at times but he’s eleven. I feel like everyone forgets the fact he’s a 5th grader, who was basically forced into the world of ghosts at a young age. Not only that, but add in insecurity, inferiority complex, and a desperate want to fit in and be cool. I’d relate with that ngl.

4. His “bratty attitude” is just a product of bad writing. A while back, I made a rant on the Jibanyan Secret episode, and how poorly written it is, making Nate the bully and Jibanyan the victim, (even though Jibanyan started it by being a shitty houseguest and fat shaming Nate. Of course the kid isn’t gonna tolerate that. He went a bit far with the Amy thing but everyone acts as if Jiba did nothing wrong.)

More instances of bad writing:

Nate’s crush on Katie (if you think about it, every time the writers implement romance, for any character (Kyuubi) it’s always obsessive and creepy.

Nate’s friendships with Bear, Katie, and Eddie (seriously, in some seasons it’s like they hate each other or something.)

The trio as a whole are also a poorly written friendship. They humiliate each other beyond belief in s4 and on, and they act like they don’t give a shit about one another in most episodes. Humiliating each other for no reason, in pretty awful ways, is just normal for them.

These writers don’t know what friendship is, ISTFG.

Conclusion: Nate got absolutely fucked over by shitty writing and is a much better character under the surface.

Also he’s fun to draw.

Me when I watched that one episode:

I need someone to write an essay on nate rn I'm going insane due to the lack of nate content I see. EVERY SINGLE DAY I CHECK ALL OVER TIKTOK, HERE, TWITTER, AND AAND A WHOLE BUNCH OF OTHER APPS JUST TO SEE BARELY ANY NATE CONTENTR THSI ISNT FUCNNY NO MORE. 💔💔💔