#deserving of the name

[whenthegoldrays]

Live Up To Your Name + text posts (part 1/?)

[seonsong]

on a crowded street in 1944...

Fandom: Live Up To Your Name | Rating: Teen and up | Ship: Choi Yeon Kyung/Heo Im | AO3

It’s the end of another long and tiring day when he shows up at her doorstep with an invitation — does she want to go to a bar?

She tells him she’s not sure, she’s kind of exhausted from the train ride and moving in.

He insists. It’s no fun drinking alone, and what is she going to do in a house full of strangers anyway?

Drink some tea and go to sleep, she tells him, but he isn’t taking no for an answer. She groans and rolls her eyes, but goes inside to get her coat and purse.

“How can you want to be outside in this cold?” she asks, shivering, as they step from the courtyard of the guest house out onto the street.

“A few drinks will warm us up.”

“My blankets and the hot tea I was going to make would’ve warmed me up.”

“Come on now, the night is young,” he says to her, playfully elbowing her in the arm.

“But I’m not,” she grumbles while pulling her scarf tighter around her neck. “I’m not fit for tomfoolery like this at my age.”

“You talk as if you were a shriveled up old lady when you’re only thirty-four.”

“Well, maybe when you’re my age, Yoo Jae-ha, you’ll understand.”

“Yeah, yeah. Thanks for the reminder.”

Yeon Kyung laughs at his pouting face and shoves her hands into her coat pockets. “Where exactly are you planning on taking me, anyway?”

“Just a little place a couple blocks from here.”

“It sounds dreadful. Do they serve soju, at least?”

“Yes, of course.”

“Well, that’s something.”

“But enough about the bar,” says Jae-ha, quickening his pace in order to face her as they walk. “How was your train ride over?”

She shrugs. “Eh, you know. It was a train ride. Cramped. Nauseating. Frequently delayed.”

“Sounds like one of your better experiences.”

“Compared to the last one, yes. God, it was hot that time. I was sick for three days straight afterwards.”

“I know it well,” he chuckles ruefully.

She shudders at the recollection. “So compared to that, I suppose it was all right.”

They’re silent for a minute after that, focusing instead on moving as quickly as possible to their destination.

“You know,” speaks Yeon Kyung at last, “much as I hate Tokyo, it sure is infinitely better than being at the outpost.”

“Isn’t that the truth,” he agrees.

“Surrounded by all those dreadful Japanese men.”

“Yes.”

“Constantly in fear of being kidnapped and sold into the slave trade.”

“Sleeping with one eye open, I suppose.”

“With two!” she corrects him, laughing sardonically. “In Tokyo, it’s with one, but out there… oh, my. When they canceled my leave in October, I thought I was a goner for sure.”

“And yet, here you are now. Five months really is too long to be kept from your home.”

“Nearly half a year.”

Jae-ha nods. “Indeed— Though you really should be grateful for what you have. Millions of our people have no freedom whatsoever, and you get to come and go and have a paying job and live in relative peace when you're not at the outpost.”

Her pace slows at this. “That's true. Although the fear is always there, now isn't it?”

“Well, not right now,” he proclaims, quickening his pace to encourage hers. “You're in Tokyo! You're out on the town! Not a soldier for miles! You get two whole weeks to do whatever you want!”

“Yeah. I guess I'll drink to that,” she grumbles.

“That's the spirit! And perfect timing,” says Jae-ha, signaling toward a run-down building across the street. “We’re here.”

“Oh, my, it looks even more dreary than I expected.”

“Never mind that, in we go!” he cheers, gently pushing Yeon Kyung along.

The bar is dimly lit, empty save for a couple chatting quietly in the far corner, and smells faintly of water damage, but a fireplace crackling comfortingly in the back warms the whole place, and the large bartender stands polishing some glasses in front of a surprisingly large assortment of wines, beers, and sake.

“I don't see the soju you promised,” mutters Yeon Kyung.

“All right, just hang on a second. Lee Doseong, how about a bottle of soju for the lovely lady?”

The bartender looks up, and his face brightens. “Yoo Jae-ha! Welcome, welcome. Coming right up.”

Jae-ha grins at Yeon Kyung. “See? Go on, sit down.”

“Okay,” she sighs, sliding onto a barstool and smiling her thanks as Doseong the bartender hands her a shot glass and pulls a soju bottle out from under the counter.

“I'm going to stop by the washroom,” Jae-ha tells Yeon Kyung, heading for the door in the back of the bar. “Save me a glass.”

“Yep.”

She downs her first shot of soju and sighs, letting it sink in. Out of the corner of her eye, she notices that the man that was in the washroom before Jae-ha has sat on the barstool next to her. He acknowledges her with a quiet “annyeong,” and she gives a tight-lipped smile in return.

Doseong notices her gloomy air. “Rough week?”

“Exhausting,” she sighs. “But at least I get to rest for two weeks now.”

He nods. “Rest is good.”

“Lee Doseong-ssi,” asks Yeon Kyung, pouring herself another glass, “how long have you lived in Japan?”

“Since the occupation began,” he answers. “Thirty-four years now.”

Her eyes widen when she hears the number. “Dear god. That’s my entire life. It must have been difficult.”

“It was at first,” he agrees. “Very difficult. It was already hard to be working at the factory — they weren’t exactly treating me well, as you can imagine — and I missed my family like you have no idea. The days and years really bear down on you, living like that.”

Yeon Kyung winces. “I’m so sorry.”

“Thank you. But as you can see,” he answers, gesturing around at the bar, “things got better. Eventually. I suppose, in retrospect, I’ve been luckier than most.”

“Yes.” Luckier than most. The words ring in her head like an accusation as she nods slowly. “Maybe Yoo Jae-ha was right.”

“What about?”

“He says I should stop complaining about my job at the outpost and be grateful I'm not in a factory — or chained up in some camp as a ianfu.”

“Ahh. You work at the outpost?"

“Yes. I’m a nurse. Or, well, that is—” She pauses and considers. “Well, for simplicity’s sake, then yes, let’s just say that. I'm a nurse at the outpost.”

He whistles. “That’s not an easy job — even in peacetime, but much less now. You’re perfectly welcome to come here and complain anytime you feel like it.”

Yeon Kyung smiles, genuinely, for the first time that night. “Thank you, Lee Doseong-ssi.”

Two more customers enter just then, and Doseong moves to greet and attend to them, so she turns her attention back to her soju glass and lifts it to her lips.

“He's right, you know,” chimes in another voice, and Yeon Kyung stops mid-sip to look at the man sitting on her right. “What you suffer is what you suffer. No one can tell you not to feel exhausted, or sad.”

“Or scared,” she adds, almost unconsciously. “Being surrounded by men like that all the time is terrifying. It’s essentially a miracle that I haven’t been… well. You know.”

“Yes,” he answers softly.

The conversation lulls, and Yeon Kyung shifts self-consciously, her cheeks flushing red. “Ahem— sorry. That might’ve been a bit too much.”

“No need to worry,” he says reassuringly. “It seemed like you needed to let that out.��

“Yes, perhaps I did.” She offers an apologetic smile. “Thank you. It is good to talk about it. And Jae-ha isn’t the best person to complain to.”

“This Jae-ha doesn’t work at the outpost, I presume?”

“No,” she says, reaching once again for her soju. “No, he works at an oriental clinic here in the city.”

The man nods. “I see. Well, then, do tell your friend to be a little more understanding and let you talk about your troubles more freely. I dare say you’ve earned it.”

“I dare say I have,” grins Yeon Kyung from behind her glass before emptying it.

“Noona,” comes Jae-ha’s voice from behind them, “is this guy bothering you?”

Yeon Kyung jumps slightly as she turns to look at him.

“No, not at all,” she answers, pushing her hair behind her ear. “We were just talking.”

Jae-ha seems somewhat unconvinced, like he wants to say something more, but he only eyes the stranger briefly, then nods and sits down on the barstool to the left of Yeon Kyung.

“Here,” she tells him, shoving the bottle of soju into his hand. “Lee Doseong-*ssi*, can I get a glass for Yoo Jae-ha?”

As if her words are a cue, the man on her right downs what remains of his wine glass and sets it down. “I believe I’ll get going,” he says — partly to Yeon Kyung, partly to himself. She nods at him in acknowledgement.

“So this is Yoo Jae-ha,” says the man under his breath, eyeing Yeon Kyung’s companion, and her cheeks turn a shade of pink as she hears him.

“Did you say something?” asks Jae-ha, turning to look at him, but the man reassumes his smile and shakes his head.

“Just talking to myself,” he grins, reaching for his coat on the rack by the door. “It was a pleasure meeting you, Miss…”

“Choi Yeon Kyung,” she answers, dipping her head slightly. “And you were…?”

“Heo Im,” he introduces himself with a similar gesture.

This gets Jae-ha’s attention. “Heo Im?” he questions, turning once again to face him. “Like the famous Joseon physician?”

He laughs shortly. “Yes, just like that. Good night,” he bids them, ducking out the door before any more can be said.

Yeon Kyung and Jae-ha watch as the stranger leaves an empty doorframe in his wake, both uttering the same opinion — “how interesting.”

[hinamie]

mentor

[babyjaans]

Rewatching lazarus rising as one does,,, and holy shit the fact that this was misha collins portraying castiel for the very first time, that he was on as a GUEST STAR for a show that had been running for yearss, and he came in with his big blue eyes and gave THAT performance!!! Like no fucking wonder we bullied them into making him a series regular. Every fucking time I watch this episode I am so thrown by even the smallest tilts of his head,,, truly suchh a talented actor

[razzafrazzle]

I think that I've only drawn Ford like. 3 times in my entire life. so here's some Fordsy (and some Fiddsy. and a Bill I guess)

[image description: a page of drawings of ford, mcgucket, and bill cipher from gravity falls. near the top are two portraits of ford, one in the gravity falls style and the other in a more realistic style. next to that is a simple doodle of ford and mcgucket smiling and embracing with the caption "old man yaoi!" beneath them. in the bottom left is a simple drawing of a younger ford, and next to that is a drawing of bill with a speech bubble saying "i'm here too! also i'm hatless for spacing reasons". next to that is bill's hat, as well as mcgucket in an orange and brown 70s-style outfit and a braided beard, and he is sitting on the ground, lost in thought. end id]

[oof-i-did-it-agaaiiin]

Beautiful from Ordinary Days

[ladyshinga]

sometimes my comments get seen So Much that i get anxiety lol

[marshallmigraine]

Love how in BG3 you can play as a more or less redeemable Durge and still say the most deranged shit possible

[angstflavoured]

uggglllyyyyyyy

[andresmounts2]

Normalize letting trans kids live.

Every trans child on this planet deserves to be safe & supported.

[eorzeancryptids]

edit: source (sorry, it was posted to discord without the link so i thought it was their cap)

[sleepy-grav3]

Amity Park hates the Justice League but loves Red Hood and sometimes other heroes

A/n: I got this random idea so here it is. Oh, and this is good reveal AU ok?

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Due to the Justice League mocking them and ignoring their villain problems that were also publicly interdimensional problems, everyone hates the JL. It got worst with the GIW coming in, who blatantly went against the meta-laws (which included aliens, demons and so much more that weren't human from the beginning). They started to think the Justice League supported them.

In the Infinite Realms, however, there's a revenant that many adored and others respected. He did not hold back against criminals. Criminals that would rape, kill, traffic, sell drugs, and more to people. He especially didn't like when they brought kids into this. He'd avenge people the way they should've been: by promising that their abuser/killer/whatever wouldn't be able to do it again. And in the place they lived in, the only way for that to be possible was by major injury, heavy social outcasting, and/or death. Most prefer the 3rd.

And after how long the Amitians dealt with the attacks which eventually came to a slow once or twice a week type thing, they started opening their minds to the idea of coexistence. Well, further than they had. So when people started to cross over and start making their small haunts in their side of the veil, the Amitian's began to become aware of the popular hero Red Hood. He was part of the undead community, which was trustworthy in everyone's books.

So Amity Park started making merch. Most of it was for Team Phantom, but there was plenty for Red Hood as well. There were other heroes on the side, like for Superboy 1 (who they renamed to Supernova due to their hatred for Superman for 2 reasons, the obvious and that he rejected a mirror-born), and Raven (the half demon).

And with this coexistence, Team Phantom had noticed the positive feedback about killing in the name of vengeance. So they went on the offensive, and after a good year of that, the GIW lost funding for producing no results and just taking up resources. The acts were still there, but nobody enacted them in Amity, and nobody actually knew or believed them outside of the haunted city.

Then the Justice League find out about the hero group there due to tracking merchandise after they started to sell outside of the city. Superman was the guy everyone liked, so he was sent over. He immediately got thrown out and was now questioning who the heck Supernova was and when he rejected him.

Flash? Outcast. Everyone ignored and walked away from him. they had the police, who never did anything or even had to anymore, kick him out.

Green Lanter? Oh the poor guy. He had his ring taken away and thrown out of the city somehow. It took hours to find it.

Wonder Woman, they had to be ok with her. Not at first, but once Phantom had a talk with her and people learned that they were cousins through Clockwork (Kronos) and Pandora, they were ok. ish. Tolerated was the best word and she got the info back to the league.

The batfamily took a trip there, dragging Red Hood along somehow. And right when Red Hood was noticed, a crowd began to form as everyone practically worshipped him. There were many victims he had avenged and an Ancient (Lady Gotham) came and gave him the gifts she couldn't without scaring the guy.

At one point, the poor guy even cried.

[seonsong]

on a crowded street in 1944…

Chapter 2

AO3 | Chapter 1

“So,” asks Jae-ha — with a mischievous glint in his eye — as they leave the bar, “where to next?”

Yeon Kyung shoots him a glare that threatens to vaporize him. “Home. I’m going to sleep for twelve hours straight.”

Jae-ha laughs through a face of disappointment, but complies, waving goodbye to Yeon Kyung as he leaves her at the door of her boarding house a few minutes later.

“Same time tomorrow?” he asks, and she only rolls her eyes as she shuts the door.

Yeon Kyung sleeps for the next twenty-one hours, waking up only when the lady who runs the boarding house checks on her, concerned she’s died in her sleep.

“I’m so sorry,” yawns Yeon Kyung, noticing the foul taste in her mouth and the emptiness in her stomach. “But I haven’t slept that well for months.”

“You must be hungry,” says Ms. Kam, stoking the fire. “I made sundubu-jjigae for dinner. There's still some left.”

“Oh. Thank you, Ms. Kam. I'll take your offer as soon as I wash up.”

“Very well.” She sounds equally concerned about Yeon Kyung and disapproving of her.

Half an hour later, Yeon Kyung is three spoonfuls into her tofu soup when Ms. Kam interrupts her.

“Your gentleman friend is outside again.”

“Jae-ha? What does he want?” asks Yeon Kyung through her mouthful of food.

“Well, how should I know, girl?” chides the lady, so Yeon Kyung chokes down the soup and goes to wrap herself in a sweater before going outside to see her visitor.

“Hello again,” he smiles when he sees her.

“Hi. What brings you here?”

“Wanna go for a drink?”

She gives a long sigh, her breath turning white in front of her face. “No.”

“What, just like that?”

“Just like that.”

“Aww, come on, I even came earlier this time!”

“Forget it, Jae-ha. I've been asleep all day and I'm very warm and cozy in here. I already went out with you last night, so kindly let me stay in today.”

“Not even one drink?” he pleads.

“Well, it's all the same, isn't it? I'd have to leave my warm house and walk there. But if you're still going, then you could bring me back a bottle of soju.”

Jae-ha gasps in exaggerated offense. “So you won’t go with me, but you'll still make me bring you back a drink?”

“Well, you don’t have to.”

“No, it's fine,” he answers, stuffing his hands into his pockets. “I get it. I've overstayed my welcome. I'll just go.” He begins to walk backwards toward the front gate. “Alone. Sad.”

Yeon Kyung's eyes twinkle in amusement. “I am sorry, Yoo Jae-ha. But I'll go out with you next time, okay? Ask me out at a respectable hour and I'll join you. Lunch.”

“Lunch,” he agrees. “Tomorrow?”

“Sure. I promise I'll wake up by eleven this time.”

“Sounds good.”

“Good night.”

“Good night.” Jae-ha smiles and waves before walking off, and Yeon Kyung heads back inside to the dining room to finish her soup.

It's about an hour later that she changes her mind.

She intended to read a bit and then go back to sleep, but as it turns out, having slept for nearly a whole day straight means she isn't the least bit tired now — in fact, she feels more energy than she has in months. Besides, the fireplace in her room is burning so hot that she's starting to long for the cold air that she just scorned to Jae-ha earlier. She considers going after him.

“It's only been an hour,” she tells herself. “He might still be there. We were there for an hour and a half last night.”

She peers out at the grandfather clock ticking in the hallway. Nine twenty-five. “I shouldn't.”

… except that she's about to go stir crazy.

She wrestles with it for the next ten minutes before deciding she's going. It takes her another ten minutes to get dressed and sneak past Ms. Kam, who, if she catches her, will certainly interrogate her as to where she's going at this hour.

The cold air hits Yeon Kyung's face unforgivingly as she steps outside, and she immediately feels she's made the wrong call — but behind the closed door, she can already hear Ms. Kam’s voice returning to the foyer, so there’s no turning back now — she soldiers on and leaves the confines of the courtyard. She’s pretty sure she remembers the way to Lee Doseong’s bar. “After all, I walked there and back last night, right?”

An additional fifteen minutes later, Yeon Kyung is certain she’s lost.

“Oh, where did I go wrong?” she bemoans, finding herself on an unusually crowded and busy street. She supposes this is better than if she had ended up alone in a dark alley, but that knowledge does nothing to decrease her confusion — or the chilling air that sneaks under her scarf and into her coat. There’s a clock in the square nearby, and she checks the time. It is now ten o’clock.

“Darn it all. I'm lost and I’ll bet Jae-ha isn’t even there anymore.” She turns around, deciding to retrace her steps and go back home.

“The whole thing was stupid,” she mutters to herself, rubbing her arms to generate some warmth. “I’m better off sweating in that stuffy room than freezing to death out here.”

She’s about to turn the corner when she collides with someone coming from the opposite direction.

“Ah!” exclaims Yeon Kyung, stumbling backwards from the impact. “Joesonghab— aniyo— gomen’nasai!”

“Joesonghaeyo,” says the young woman she’s crashed into at the same time, and there’s a pause as they register what’s just happened.

The young woman speaks first. “You’re Korean?”

Yeon Kyung gives a small laugh. “Yes. You, too?”

Her whole face brightens with a pretty smile. “Yes! What a nice coincidence!”

“Of all the people in Tokyo, I’m glad I crashed into another Korean,” agrees Yeon Kyung, re-adjusting her scarf.

She chuckles. “May I ask where you’re headed?”

There’s a distinct lack of honorifics in her address that would normally put Yeon Kyung on edge, but out here in the cold, wet night, someone speaking casually to Yeon Kyung feels more reassuring than it should normally be.

“Actually,” she answers, seizing an opportunity when she sees it, “I was a bit lost, so I was going to try and head back home. Do you know this area well?”

“I sure do,” her new acquaintance tells her, flashing a grin. “Maybe I can help you. Where do you live?”

“On the corner of 47th and Mitsumasa. There’s a boarding house there.”

“I see. And where were you trying to get to?”

“Oh, a little run-down bar my friend showed me last night. I don’t suppose you know it? It’s run by a Mr. Lee Doseong.”

She stares at Yeon Kyung in awe for a moment, then smiles — again. “Friend, I think this may be your lucky night.”

Yeon Kyung stares back. “Why is that?”

“I was just headed to Lee Doseong’s myself. I don’t suppose you’d want me to guide the way?”

“That— would be great, actually,” she accepts, equally in awe. The woman links her arm with Yeon Kyung’s to guide her along, and the action is so familiar and sudden that it startles her — who is this girl who’s so unafraid to be this casual with someone she met scarcely a minute ago?

Can I even trust her to actually take me to Doseong’s?! Yeon Kyung suddenly thinks. After all, the whole thing happened so quickly — first she was asking for directions home, and in a moment she was being pulled along to the bar. She tries to squash down the fear in her mind and make small talk instead.

“This cold is brutal, isn’t it?”

“It’s terrifying,” agrees her younger companion. “I barely own enough blankets to keep warm in my own home. And yet, here I am out on the town looking for trouble,” she laughs. “In the end, the best thing for staying warm out here is a good, strong drink.”

Yeon Kyung chuckles with her. “You sound like my friend. Last night I wanted to stay home with some tea, but he made me come out with him and have ‘a few drinks to warm us up.’”

“He sounds like my kind of person,” she answers with a merry laugh.

She laughs a lot, Yeon Kyung notes.

“Hey, I don't even know your name yet,” she tries next.

“Oh, I’m Dong Mak-gae,” she replies brightly. “And you are?”

“Choi Yeon Kyung.”

“Pleased to meet you, Choi Yeon Kyung-ssi.”

Another block and they’re standing across the street from the bar, as promised.

“And there it is!” cheers Mak-gae, motioning toward the old building. “Good times await.”

“I sure hope so.”

They cross the street and Mak-gae opens the door and pokes her head inside. “Oppa, are you in here?” she calls brightly, and a voice inside is heard replying to her.

She opens the door completely, letting cold air rush into the warm little bar.

“Come on in,” she tells Yeon Kyung, motioning excitedly, and Yeon Kyung cautiously does.

The door is closed behind her and she stands once again in the quiet establishment, though, even excluding the bustle of Mak-gae’s entrance, the place is definitely less quiet than it was last night — there's about three times as many people.

“Wow, what happened here?” wonders Yeon Kyung aloud.

“It's Friday!” answers Mak-gae. “There's side dishes tonight.”

“I see.”

Yeon Kyung takes a moment to breathe and look around as Mak-gae walks over to the bar. Jae-ha doesn’t seem to be here anymore, but she hasn't even finished verifying that when Mak-gae gets her attention again.

“Yeon Kyung-ssi, come meet my brother,” she tells her, motioning her over to a man sitting at the bar. He turns around, and Yeon Kyung is stunned to find Heo Im looking back at her.

“This is Yeon Kyung,” says Mak-gae. “And this is my brother, Im.”

“Hello,” she says, slowly extending a hand toward him. He shakes it warmly.

“It's a pleasure.”

“Okay.” Mak-gae claps her hands together once. “Now that I've got that out of the way. Doseong-ssi, a bottle of soju, please! Oh, Yeon Kyung-ssi, what’ll you have?”

“Uh— Same as you,” she answers, still dazed.

“Make that two bottles,” she tells Doseong, who nods at her and smiles at Yeon Kyung in greeting.

“Sit down,” Mak-gae says, leaving a barstool available between her and her brother, which Yeon Kyung takes.

She smiles shyly at Heo Im, unsure of what to say. What an interesting coincidence is on the tip of her tongue, but he speaks up first.

“What brings you here with Mak-gae?”

“Oh. I was actually wandering around lost when I ran into her — literally ran into her —, and we found out we were headed to the same place, so she brought me over.”

His eyes widen. “You were lost? In this cold? That's terrible. How long had you been lost for?”

“Oh, about five minutes. Last night was the first time I came here, so I couldn’t remember the way.”

He nods. “Were you— were you supposed to be meeting your boyfriend? Because he was here. He left about five minutes ago.”

“You mean Jae-ha?”

“Yes.”

“Well— yes, I was trying to catch up to him.”

“You two seem very familiar with each other,” interrupts Mak-gae.

Yeon Kyung and Im both laugh lightly.

“We actually, uh, knew each other,” Yeon Kyung explains.

“Oh, really?”

“Yes, we met last night when she was here with her boyfriend.”

“Not my boyfriend,” Yeon Kyung corrects him.

“…Oh. Not your boyfriend.”

“Just my friend.”

“Just your friend,” he repeats mechanically. The weight of the words seems to hang in the air between them.

They look at each other for a very long five seconds before Mak-gae, eyeing them suspiciously, clears her throat. “Dear me, I feel like an intruder all of a sudden.”

This breaks the spell.

Yeon Kyung looks away before he does. “So anyway, I was here with — *ahem* — said friend last night, and your brother happened to be here as well.”

“Well, how about that?” smiles Mak-gae. “And here you two are again.”

“Here we are,” they agree, mirth sparkling in the eyes of both.

[agentravensong]

thinking about how the extra area added on to a pacifist run of undertale, the true lab, is about alphys's past mistakes. how it ends with the story reaffirming that, despite the pain she's caused, the thing that matters is that she has now made the choice to do the right thing. she's still worthy of her friends' love.

thinking about how undertale doesn't expect the player to get a pacifist ending for the first time. how it's more likely than not that the player will kill toriel the first time they battle her, how lots of players don't initially figure out how to end undyne's fight without killing her, etc. what it expects — not even expects, really, but hopes — is that the player, if they care enough, will use their canonically acknowledged power over time to make up for those mistakes.

no matter how many neutral runs a player has done before committing to the pacifist run, the thing that matters to the characters, to the story, is that you've chosen, now, to do the right thing.

compared to alphys, the player honestly gets off lightly, in that you're the only one (other than flowey) who really remembers any harm you might have caused. and any direct guilting the game could have done about it is long past at this point. instead, as undertale often does, it makes its point via parallels: alphys caused harm, and she knows it. she has committed to being better. in doing so, she has unlocked for herself a better ending to her story. and she deserves it. she's forgiven.

those structural narrative parallels are all over undertale, if you know where to look. and that's one of the things that makes it so fuckin' good.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

The indescribable tension between an overworked and underpaid smut writer, and his biggest fan hater.

(for @frummpets)

[moldspace]

today, something a little out of the ordinary: puppets!

i'd posted these dudes to patreon ages ago, but i think it's time they see the light of day over here as well. i'm a big fan of puppets and i enjoy crochet, so when i finally realized i could combine these things it was a game changer. i've made a small handful of these fellows now, but unfortunately they're hard to display and harder to photograph, so they rarely see the light of day. however i often need something to keep my hands busy while i'm in meetings or class, so i keep on crocheting them. these two are a dragon and some kind of floppy-eared monster.

i work without a pattern and with absolutely horrendous form, so they're not the prettiest pieces of crochet work out there, but that adds character