#do the kids still do that? the “in this essay I will” thing

[tea-writes19]

brother-in-law | b.b.

pairing: bucky barnes x f!parker!reader

summary: your brother peter tries to find you a boyfriend by posting an ad on instagram

warnings: swearing, fluff, suggestive content

a/n: my first smau + fic!!!! based on this fic by the lovely @pomegranatesarchive. fr it’s one of my fav smau’s and I don’t even follow f1😭

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peterparker: are you a young hot single in nyc? well meet y/n parker, my VERY single sister!! she enjoys cheap pizza, true crime, and long walks through central park! if you’re interested please comment down below…serious inquiries only!

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yourusername: peter wtf is this?!?

peterparker: I WANT A BROTHER! is that too much to ask for???

yourusername: NO!! JUST NO!! @/mayparker aunt may please take his phone!!

mayparker: sorry sweetie, but pete’s right. you’ve been really lonely and sad looking recently

yourusername: so the solution is to pimp me out?!?

peterparker: i will not be stopped

user1: i’m interested?

peterparker: no, too ugly

yourusername: PETER PLEASE

peterparker: i need them to at least look good in pics

mjjones: pete, y/n is going to kill you

yourusername: the bitch is hiding behind stark😡

peterparker: @/ me next time🤺

tonystark: please don’t drag me into this

user2: not bro literally selling his sister😭😭

user3: this is hilarious!

nedleeds: can you do this for me next?

peterparker: no you talk to people

user4: i’m interested!

peterparker: nah

yourusername: what’s the point if you’re just going to reject everyone?

peterparker: shhhh…let me work

yourusername: 🙄🙄

steverogers: what is happening?

peterparker: mr. america sir! are you interested?? y/n loves history! you’d be my first choice too!!

steverogers: uh no thanks…i’m too busy right now to think about dating

yourusername: not me getting rejected by CAPTAIN AMERICA in front of the world😭

user5: rip

user6: dude don’t you work with literal superheroes? ask them

user7: aren’t half of them married and in committed relationships?

user6: yeah but that still leaves the rest

user8: hey so this is insane!

user9: it’s kinda cute how much he cares about his sister

user9: weird too, but cute

peterparker: @/samwilson @/buckybarnes @/steverogers @/natasharomanoff @/joaquintorres @/mariahill @/wandamaximoff who’s interested?

mariahill: no thanks

samwilson: i’m good

steverogers: i already said no…

wandamaximoff: i’m dating vision so no

natasharomanoff: parker this is weird

joaquintorres: no thanks

yourusername: kill me now

user10: this was rough to read

user11: #savey/n from this torture

peterparker: okay, fine, i don’t care

tonystark: he cares

peterparker: on a completely different note @/buckybarnes i need help with a history essay. can you come over tomorrow?

buckybarnes: 👍

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[captain: what the fuck is a oligodendrocyte?]

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steverogers: peter set you up didn’t he?

buckybarnes: he pulled the history essay thing

user12: omg is that y/n???

user13: peter’s post worked!?!

samwilson: man that kid got you good

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yourusername: photo dump bc i graduate in a week!!!

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peterparker: no me?

yourusername: you lost post privileges after that stunt you pulled

peterparker: BUT IT WORKED OUT DIDN’T IT?!

user14: 👀👀👀

user15: who’s hand is that y/n!?!

user16: IS THAT ALPINE???

buckybarnes: the only person who can get alpine to cuddle

yourusername: i’m just chill like that😌

user17: HELLOOOO????

user18: fr like wdym peter was successful??

yourusername added to their story—>

[caption: 💐🤭]

story replies

user17: omg omg omg

user18: AHHHHHHHH

mjjones: peter is fangirling

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yourusername: i graduated college!!!

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buckybarnes: congrats doll <3

yourusername: love you🫶🏻🫶🏻

user19: DOLL!?!?

user20: EVERYBODY STAY CALM IT’S HAPPENING

mayparker: so proud of you y/n!!!

yourusername: couldn’t have done it without you!!!

pepperpotts: congratulations y/n!

yourusername: thank you!!

user21: omg congrats!

user22: i feel like a proud parent rn🥹

peterparker: my favorite college grad

yourusername: bootlicker😐

peterparker: i take it back

peterparker: you’re the worst🖕

yourusername: love you too petey

tonystark: congrats kid

yourusername: thanks…now give me a job

tonystark: get better taste in men first

buckybarnes: that’s fair

steverogers: BUCKY

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thank you for reading <3

[dubious-sanity]

I'm back, it's definitely been only one second but time is an illusion.

I hated this chart's design so much that I decided to take it on myself to make it somewhat legible. And so behold the new 5e breeding chart.

In the process of making this a few things became apparent.

Yes, the dragon is the only 100% fertile race here. But a few other 'universal breeders' emerge, clustering way above other ratios around 80%. Most of these are the other powerful or very magical Celestials, Fey and Fiends however Humans are also counted amongst these ranks.

It was the lowest ratio race however that grabbed my attention and turned this into a true hyper fixation.

Gnolls sit at a pathetic 16.1% breedability. Only able to breed with 3 of the universal breeders, Themselves and... Tabaxi? Why Tabaxi?

Why was anything chosen to be the way it was here? Why can Humans breed with Giants but not Goliaths? Why can dragons fuck everything that moves? Why are some species hyper specific like Gnolls then others use broad strokes like Fey and Fiend. Why do Genies not belong amongst the likes of other magical universal breeders? Why do half orcs gain the ability to have a kid with merfolk?!

The full supplement provides no additional context or reasoning on these comparability choices (except that dragons are the only species that remains fertile their entire life, so once again, lets go dragons).

I started to build additional tables to see if there were any other unifying factors or interesting discrepancies and made two simple ones to start.

A little bit of explanation, for alignments I took what was given by the first book each race appeared in. If a race was purely described as being chaotic or lawful, if they had no strong alignment, or if they are held under a broad stroke like fey I put them under mixed.

So what does this teach us? Well there's a lot of variation here between alignments and playability. the minority of these races are evil but that doesn't stop them from getting pregnant. Instead, at least subconsciously, the designer wrote in moderate neutral races as the least breedable. The opposite to this is also true, Mixed races usually are tagged in their books as strongly taking the side of either good or evil, like Dragons or Fey.

Mixed races also tend to be non-playable another correlator for breedability. NPCs in D&D like the described Dragons and Fey are usually powerful fantastical creatures.

So in my opinion having looked at this data, the strongest correlation for your ability to 'plap plap plap get pregnant get pregnant get pregnant' is literally the amount of drama you can impose on the world around you.

As to specific choices made on who can breed who? I think that's mostly vibes based. Gnolls and Tabaxi can fuck cause they both have fur, same for Aarakokra and Kenku with bird vibes. Races are included based on their playability and then their level of horniness, every included race is some kind of playable character, famous type or some kind of typically fuckable monster. See again, dragons, fiends, Gnolls.

As I'm writing this I realize I have to cut myself short cause there's a full fucking essay I could write on this bullshit and I still have additional data points I want to add to the chart and I don't want to bore people for too long.

Regardless if you wanna double check my equations, add data of your own or even just peruse in higher detail. I've linked the live document I made this in below.

Abandon all hope ye who enter here

seems like a good time to remind everyone that in the dnd sex supplement dragons are fertile with literally everything

[fakeagatha]

Mrs Fletcher | Prof! Eve Fletcher x Fem!Reader | Chapter Five: Bill's on Me

Summary: Your impulsive thoughts win, and you find yourself "treating" your professor to coffee.

A/N: Yes, the professors' discussion about books, eggs and bottlecaps is based off of the things I'm currently witnessing in highschool.

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1490

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You and Steve finish your food, and you wiped yourself off with the napkin the waiters had left. Throughout your entire meal, you kept shooting glances towards Eve, who was sometimes already looking at you, making you have a small heart attack each time. Unbeknownst to you, Eve was mortified at having been caught, pretending to look out the window next to you.

She could see the determination and passion in your eyes every time you uttered a word, admiring your facial expressions and hand movements that you used to emphasize. She was knocked out of her trance when her mind warped back to the reality of her coworker complaining.

"And I told our excuse of a principal that these kids need to be expelled, but he won't listen to me!" She sighed, "I kick them out of every class but it isn't enough. One day, one of those bottle caps is going to take out one of my eyes." Mrs Davis crossed her arms, relaxing back into her seat. "It's exhausting."

"They used to throw books in my class, but after one of them was kicked out of my course none of them dared to do it again." Mr Butterfield added with a smirk.

"Teach me your ways, Carlos!" Mrs Davis groaned, making the rest of the group chuckle.

"I need to know how as well. I found pieces of boiled egg on my classroom floor once." Mr Rogers joined in, rolling his eyes."

Eve shook her head with a smile, and darted her eyes back to you for a moment, unaware that this whole time you had been talking about the interaction you had with her earlier that day.

"But yeah, I still feel pretty bad about how I kind of, shut the door in her face while sweating profusely..." You bit your lip, looking towards her and quickly looking away, pretending not to have seen her when she was already looking at you again.

"We talked about this already, she seemed fine just now, didn't she? I doubt she cares that much, she knew you were in distress." Steve reassured,  "You don't think she actually read the whole thing, right?" He grinned, and you rolled your eyes.

"No, she wouldn't. I know because she probably would've confronted me. Well I hope anyway, unless she was lying so I-"

"Hey you guys!" You were interrupted by the familiar voice of your professor, making your mouth hang open mid sentence. "I was just coming to say goodbye. The others already went outside, but I'm not as rude as them." She teased, almost letting her professional walls crumble.

Your eyes widened again, and you slowly looked up at her. "So soon?" You chuckled. "Why don't you... Let me treat you to another coffee?" You blurted out, making both Eve and Steve look at you in pure shock.

Eve cleared her throat, "It wouldn't be nice of me to deny your offer." She chuckled, being unable to refuse your offer, even though she was your professor. Steve quickly stood up. "I'm just gonna go to the bathroom for... A bit. It's an emergency!" He lied, smiling awkwardly as he quickly walked away.

You shot him a death glare as Eve sat down in the now empty chair. "You know, it's very kind of you to offer me a drink, Y/N." She smiled, and you blushed at her comment.

"It's my pleasure, take it as a way of me thanking you for that perfect score on my last essay." You smirked at her, and she shook her head. 

"That was all you, dear. It was tremendous work and I had to give you the credit you deserve, hm?"

Your cheeks reddened a bit more, looking at her thankfully. "Either way, thank you." You smiled quickly drawing your attention away as you flagged down the waiter walking past, ordering two more coffees for the pair of you.

Eve sighed, folding her arms and looking out of the window, before resorting to an attempt to break the silence.  "You grew up in New York, didn't you?"

'How does she even remember that?'

"I did, I'm surprised you remember that." You chuckled.

"Do you miss it there?"

You paused a little, biting your lip. You loved California, but at the same time, the life you lived in New York was nice too.

"Sometimes. I miss my parents occasionally, but..." You bit your lip, "I do enjoy the freedom here. I'm lucky enough that my best friend since highschool attended the same university as me." You stated, looking up at her understanding expression.

"I do understand that feeling, hon." Eve smiled, "I lived my childhood in New Jersey before I moved here in my late twenties to become a professor." She admitted, and you felt special knowing that she was beginning to open up to you, in a way. "Even though I've been here for twenty odd years already, and of course I love my friends here, but I think about my old life too." Eve added, twirling her fingers. She was very thankful for Amanda, Jane, and Julian, her closest friends who had stood by her through it all. "I have this friend around your age back in New Jersey, but we still keep in touch, so if you're worried about losing touch with anyone back home, remember that you will most likely-"

You couldn't help but smile as Eve kept rambling on about her life and her friends, as she kept trying to reassure you about your worries.

The pair of you were interrupted by the sound of Eve's obnoxiously loud ringtone. She picked up her phone from when she left it on the table, and stood up:

"Excuse me dear, but I need to take this. I won't be long!" She smiled, quickly getting up and stepping outside, pressing the "Accept Call" button on her screen.

You nodded to Eve, taking note of the empty cups in front of you. You raised your hand, signalling to a nearby waiter you gave you a look of acknowledgement. You looked at your phone, realizing that Steve had disappeared off of the face of the Earth. Was he actually hiding in the bathroom this whole time? You opened up his chat.

"Where tf are u???"

"I escaped through the bathroom window. I'll pay you back!"

You silently cursed, raising your head when you saw that the waiter was already heading over.  He approached you, smiling politely as you began to speak, "Hey, could I have the bill?" 

The waiter raised an eyebrow, checking through his phone on the system.

"It seems your bill has already been covered."

You looked at him, dumbfounded for a moment, and you suppressed a shocked smile when you realized, rolling your eyes a little. "Right, I see... Uh, thanks." You stammered as he walked away from your table.

Right at that moment, you saw Eve coming back from her phone call outside, tapping on her screen as if she had only just hung up.

"Mrs Fletcher!" You exclaimed, looking at her, and she simply smirked.

"What?" 

"You didn't have to pay for the bill, you know. I was supposed to be treating you, and you even paid for mine and Steve's orders!" You sighed, looking up at her in mock annoyance.

Eve chuckled and shook her head, "Please, don't worry so much about it. I don't often cover the bill for anyone, so really, it's no biggie."

Your expression turned to one of humor, crossing your arms. "So you're telling me that I'm an exception to your money?" You laughed, making Eve pause for a moment.

"For today, yes."

You stayed silent for a moment, before chuckling, stumbling over your words. "Ugh, I- fine. But I'll pay you back eventually!"

Eve went to protest, but eventually gave in after seeing the determination in your eyes, making her put her hands up in defense. "Alright, hon."

HON.

"I hate to cut this short, but I have somewhere to get to." She got up from her seat. "Are you okay walking back, or would you like me to take you?" She offered, and your heart swelled.

"It's a five minute walk, but I won't deny your offer." You shrugged, standing up next to her, "You don't have to walk me if you don't have the time," 

Eve shook her head, "I've got some time. I wouldn't have offered if I couldn't, eh?"

You agreed, stepping out of the cafe door behind her, quickly walking up next to her as you began to cross the street. The two of you took in the scenery, the sun making the grass beneath you glow in its rays.

"You know, as much as I love thunderstorms, this part of town looks so gorgeous in the sun." Eve broke the silence, putting her hands into her pockets as she looked up at the sky.

Eve looked back at you, only to redden when your eyes were already locked onto hers. You smiled awkwardly, looking back down at the grass beneath you. 

Entering the campus, she gave you a smile. "I will see you Monday morning, Y/N." 

"I'll see you on Monday, Mrs Fletcher."

[doverstar]

it struck me today that a massive part of what makes the Doctor the hero and not the villain of the show is that he actually is not a good guy. he's not good. he's terrible, and he could be really bad for the universe, but the thing that makes him the hero is that he knows what he is really like sometimes and he is actively trying to do the right thing at every opportunity and be better, so in this essay I will-

[shannonsketches]

[dchuntress]

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Subject: Re: Late submission | Where the Red Ferm Grows Essay

Hello Amandine,

First and foremost — are YOU alright? I am tremendously grateful to see that you’ve survived such an ordeal, I hope you’re safe and recovering. Please let me know if you need anything.

I’ve read your essay, and despite everything you’ve been through, I have to say it’s a solid analysis, Amandine. You did an excellent job discussing how Billy’s bond with his dogs reflects the novel’s themes of loyalty and perseverance.

There are some areas where you could strengthen your argument — especially in your analysis of the Red Fern’s symbolism — but I can see the hard work you put in.

I’ve left additional feedback in the scanned copy attached, so you’ll see my comments in red ink along the margins. Take a look when you have time.

I’ve given you a good grade, but let’s set aside some time to workshop your writing when you’re back at school. Not because your grade is in question, but because I want to help you improve your skills. I believe you can push your writing further, and I know you’re capable of it. Writing is a muscle — if you work on it, it’ll get stronger.

No penalty for the delay. Just take care.

Best,

Miss Bertinelli

[ Attachment: where_the_red_ferN_grows_essay_essay(3)_final_(1)_scanned.pdf ]

Helena winces as she carefully sets the laptop back down on the coffee table, no longer bothered about the blood spilling everywhere or the gashes left on her side from a knife fight with Black Mask’s lackeys — the first aid kit can wait.

She needs to ensure that Amandine can get to and from class safely first. Thankfully, someone owes Huntress a favour, and that someone also happens to know a thing or two about shutting up crocodilian bastards. It will be dealt with swiftly.

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Subject: Re: batman arsonist extension ple ase

Hi Roberto,

I’m so sorry to hear about the fire, I hope you and your family are safe. Is everything okay?

Your well-being is far more important than schoolwork. Take all the time you need, okay? Your grade isn’t going anywhere, and neither is the assignment, do not even worry about it. Right now, focus on what matters: you and your family.

If you need anything — notes, resources, someone to talk to — I’m here, and I’ll do what I can to help. Be safe.

PS: If you’re looking for temporary housing, I strongly advise avoiding the Sionis Foundation Shelter. Just… speaking from personal experience. If you need help finding a safer option, let me know.

Love,

Helena Bertinelli

“You wanna talk to me about my kids—about so-called ‘collateral damage’, you BITCH!” Huntress yells, yanking a bloodstained Killer Croc’s claw from her shoulder and hurling it, aimed straight for Batman’s face. A series of cusses and curses escape her mouth before she storms out of the Batcave as abruptly as she had entered—not without kicking over one of his server racks along the way. Riddle her that for ‘collateral damage’, BITCH.

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Subject: Re: Hospital + Assignments

Hi Jess,

First of all, do not apologize. I read your assignments, and I can see you weren’t in the best condition when you wrote them. That’s completely understandable, given what happened. Don’t stress about it — we’ll go over them together when you’re feeling better. Right now, you need to focus on getting enough rest and being there for your mom.

Let me know if you need anything. I insist.

PS: Mrs Schmidt works at the Gotham Subway, right? Please tell her to stay cautious, that is a dangerous area especially at night.

Warm regards,

Miss Bertinelli

Jess doesn’t know that Helena was in the hospital too — albeit not by her choice. Doesn’t know that her teacher yanked off the IVF, slipped on her purple mask, stole her wardmate’s jacket, leapt out the window — all without a care.

The subway is only twenty stones’ throws away, where the toxins still linger with an eeriness that was familiar to Huntress only a few hours ago.

Not her best work tonight, admittedly. But she trusts the police to carry on the rest when they come over and find the henchmen tied up in a corner — and antidotes on a counter, or whatever of them she thought she managed to salvage. Jess doesn’t know Huntress is feeling pretty garbage too, and praying Crane chokes on his own spit.

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Subject: Re: CROC ATE MY HW W/PROOF! NOT CLICKBAIT! IT'S TRUE

Mr Dowd!

God, Remy — what happened to “Hello”, “Good evening Ms Bertinelli”, and “How are you”?

I would’ve fully believed you with or without photographic evidence — I mean it, I did not need to see that right before dinner — but nonetheless you have made a compelling case for an extension, kid. See me during office hours next Tuesday and I’ll see what can be done.

More importantly, are you okay? I don’t like that a rogue got close to you enough for that to happen, it’s worrying even if — and I can’t believe I’m saying this, but — Croc-related emergencies are very understandable in Gotham. Anyway.

Good night and stay safe, Dowd. Don’t let the Croc bite.

Never e-mail me again,

Miss Bertinelli

Helena wordlessly stares at the bite marks on Remy’s paper, then back at her shoulder, then back at Remy’s paper, then back at her freshly bleeding, stinging shoulder, already dissolving the thin layers of gauze.

“Jesus Christ.”

She resists the urge to send back a photo in the name of solidarity, and instead reaches for the wine bottle. Has Killer Croc been attending night school or what?

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Subject: Re: Basement Situation, Not Good. Lost my book

Hi Miriam,

You absolutely should not go back there under any circumstances, your life comes first. I have granted you an extension, no questions asked, but please focus on staying safe — and far, far, far away from down there. Are you trapped? Are there safer exits? Never hesitate to call for help.

In the meantime, I’ve attached a PDF of the book here, and I’ll also have a physical copy ready for you by Monday. I insist, take no stress and be safe.

Hopefully, you won’t have to worry about the basement much longer.

Warmly,

Miss Bertinelli

[ Attachment: thebookfreepdf_obtainedbytotallylegalmeans.pdf ]

Miriam’s place wasn’t difficult to find and track down over the weekend.

Eyes locked on her target, Huntress cracks her knuckles.

By Sunday midnight, the rogue’s operation has gone up in flames — metaphorically, not otherwise. Huntress isn’t sloppy.

By Monday morning, the building is just a building again. It wasn’t Miriam who had to go down there and retrieve the book — albeit too tarnished for use. Not the worst news of the night, still.

one of helena bertinelli's students emailing her at 12:59 am asking if it's too late to submit their assignment now since their house got burned down due to gotham incidents:

helena bertinelli responding at 1:07 am after grading their work and reassuring them it's fine even though she's literally yet to take care of the third degree burns on top of 500 other fatal injuries she just got from her other job:

[evorathesylvurr]

i cannot wait for outis's canto and for either the outis apology forms to occur or for there to be so many video essays about why whatever she did in the canto was completely justified

[bittersweetresilience]

say hi to me i don't know, i just remembered being so much brighter, i guess

cigarette ash like wildfire burning holes in the nighttime open scars feel like barbed wire white lies flying high like a ceasefire dropping flags on the shoreline this is as far as i can feel right 'cause what you don't know can haunt you

and all we ever wanted was sunlight and honesty highlights to want to repeat let's get away from here and live like the movies do i won't mind when it's over at least i didn't think for a while

don't drag it out living like that doesn't mean a thing

so let's, make a great escape and i'll be waiting outside for the getaway it doesn't matter who we are we'll keep running through the dark and all we'll ever need is another day we can slow down 'cause tomorrow is a mile away and live like shooting stars 'cause happy endings hardest to fake

and i wanna let you know i wanna let you go but i just can't bring myself to speak but this is how it goes the end credits, they roll this bridge was built over kerosene but we can watch it and all i ever wanted was sunlight and honesty highlights to want to repeat let's get away from here and live like the movies do i won't mind when it's over at least i didn't think

so let's run, make a great escape and i'll be waiting outside for the getaway it doesn't matter who we are we'll keep running through the dark and all we'll ever need is another day we can slow down 'cause tomorrow is a mile away and live like shooting stars you can wish away forever but you'll never find a thing like today

[sskk-manifesto]

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[morocosmos]

FFXIVWrite 2024 Day 11 - Surrogate

Masterlist Fandom: Final Fantasy XIV Characters/Pairings: Leofard Myste & Warrior of Light Rating: Teen & Up Additional Notes: Takes place at during HW patch 3.5. Major spoilers for the Shadow of Mhach alliance raid questline. Ao3 Link

Lady Raimille. The picture painted by Stacia's tale was everything an orphaned child could want from a parent. Everything except that she'd passed on too soon — but not before giving her foster son one last gift.

The noblewoman’s real portrait hung above them, enshrined in Leofard’s quarters. Presiding over his affairs and his family; watching over the man himself. Moro'a knew that paintings like this cost a considerable sum to commission, and that taking care of them required specific knowledge and attention; unexpected obligations for a sky pirate. 

But the painting gleamed, immaculately free of blemishes. “I had wondered as to the origin of his vessel's naming,” Cait Sith said softly, his voice touched with emotion. “‘Tis a most beautiful painting.”

Moro’a’s time in Ishgard had also taught him that portraits like this one were made to memorialise — a likeness captured in brushstrokes, preserved from time. Remember me as I was, in this moment. Remember what this person means to us. Situated where their loved ones could gaze upon them, and never forget.

I doubt I'll ever feel worthy to sit where he sat.

Throughout their adventures, Leofard had pretended as though the portrait wasn’t there, and it was all Moro’a had needed to know not to bring it up. He’d accepted it without judgement, without ever considering otherwise. What was he here for, if not to hide from ghosts and broken hearts; from memory?

But now that Stacia had told them what Leofard would never impart himself, the pieces that made up the leader of the Redbills had finally begun to click: why a man who prized freedom so highly would build his new home a stone's throw from the Holy See, and why the loss of his airship had made Leofard retreat into himself, like a creature seeking familiar refuge. 

It seems she kept him safe until the very end, Utata had said, and Moro’a’s heart had clenched so tight that he thought it might shatter.

It wasn’t any of his business. The voidsent had been stopped, and Cait Sith had found a new home. His time with the Redbills was coming to a close. It’d been an engaging distraction, which was precisely what Moro’a had needed; there were no stones left to overturn, no more accidental revelations to be had. He would go his separate way, into the unknown, and then…

Later, as he was stowing the few essentials he’d brought into the manacutter, Moro’a heard footsteps approaching. He turned to see Leofard, who was already dressed in a clean set of clothes and red-tinted goggles. “I almost forgot,” the sky pirate said, as breezy as could be now as he held something out in his hand. A Redbill scarf.

“You didn’t have to,” Moro’a murmured, feeling a strange mixture of reluctance and guilt. 

“And I say otherwise, Warrior. I reckon you’ve done more than you’ll ever need to to have earned this.” His hand stretched closer, and Moro’a considered refusing. He was ready to quit this place, to move on. I’m not who you think I am, he wanted to say. 

Instead he found himself reaching out for the scarf, and tucking it in with the rest of his things.

If, after he'd said his farewells, his hand reached under the collar of his shirt to gently hold the necklace that rested against his chest, to remember, he was the only one who needed to know.

[blackjackkent]

Me> [struggling to unravel a very annoying UI bug]

My brain, entirely unprompted> H E Y. IF JAHEIRA HAD USED SOME MORE MINOR VERSION OF THAT RITE OF THE TIMELESS BODY ON RASAAD TO EXTEND HIS LIFESPAN, IT WOULD RESOLVE THE MORE FINICKY TIMELINE ISSUES ABOUT RION BEING THEIR KID.

Me> ...ok? I didn't ask right now but thank you for working that out I guess.

[kimbapisnotsushi]

i for real think bnha should be academically studied honestly

[fruitsofhell]

[still talking about this but i feel like this would be lost if it was just a reblog addendum]

For real my greatest regret with my time in this fandom is not finding enough people who talk about Kirby STORIES nor doing that enough myself. Like its always kinda just between "ah my adorable and/or tragic blorbos" and "MOST FUCKED UP KIRBY LORE!" as I've complained about 100 billion times now, but I really wanna talk about the evolution of the series' storytelling under Kumazaki's direction more and how you can really feel them finding their footing on What Kirby "Lore" Means.

Ever since Robobot the games have tackled more direct themes and science fantasy tropes and it's also when it's really started coming into it's own. Return to Dreamland and Triple Deluxe and wonderful but you can see where the team holding back on detail and leaning into more cliche platformer-y things didn't let them reach full potential. Robobot and KatFL on the other hand excel at the more sci-fi themeing because they really let that more out there stuff absorb into the fabric of the gameplay and visuals, and while I've touched on KSA not being as lush as those other two, it makes up for it with sheer volume of content in the end. Evil cults are more fantasy than sci-fi so it didn't have ideas as extreme as those other two to latch onto, but it could still be more purposeful with the levels in the middle yknow. But still, the writing of the Jamba and the design of Void Termina have a lot packed into them that make it work once you unpack it.

RTDL and Tripluxe you can maybe say theres like a theme of greed in a nebulous sense, but it is genuinely fluffy platformer fair with an interesting villain thrown in at the end, Robobot, KSA, and KatFL are like actual great sci-fantasy stories wrapped up in fairytale-like bow. RTDL and Tripluxe become good when you fill in blanks*, but the last 3 just Are Good, Straight Up*.

*I know some of you people out there think pause screens are supplementary but it is literally The Game's Text, so I mean good with the pause screens.

Like Kirby "Lore" HAS gone from What If There Was A Platformer Villain But Really Fucked Up to actual really cool commentaries on imperialism/industrialization, bonds and religion, and life. I think its really fucking cool and what actually has kept me a Kirby fan. I can find a platformer that gets really complicated the more you look into it's flavor text, or one with cute character designs, or sad moments, but you don't find one so often that like cares. That really cares about the characters and the world and stuff, but about saying something confidently. Kirby storytelling may not come off as confident to people because it's not overt, but the confidence is in the details that surround and support those ideas that in any other series would just be pedantic "lore".

Like Robobot doesn't have "lore" about Susie and Haltmann, it has a backstory complimenting a power struggle in the plot's climax that ties into the idea of imperialism being a cannibalistic pursuit. Star Allies doesnt have "lore" about doomsday cults and gods, it has a story about how real bonds and connections can form even in dark places and its important to cherish those and not let circumstances corrupt them (or something, it has been a whilehgjh). And KatFL doesnt have "lore" about ooooo all the humans are dead this IS THE DAHKEST KIRBY GAME!! Its fucking aboyut how animals and joy and whimsy will reinherit the earth!

im justfuskdgs WHOS DOING THE KIRBY LITERARY ANALYSIS?? Where are they? They have to be out there im so fr ghsf

[suffarustuffaru]

friendly reminder that reinhard is approximately the same age as his parents when they had him

[fullmetall]

thinking abt hohenheim 2day

[toestalucia]

anyway if ure ever in need of heartwarming stories about love and characters relations to e/o u should check out prommy of wizard