#do you understand. they cannot be separated

[oblivionnecroninja]

please keep my two different beefs separate, thank you.

Beef #1: Gygax was stupid and accidentally killed his own D&D playstyle by not documenting it properly.

Beef #2: Modules are not necessary and are at present largely a net negative because

2.1: They're mostly railroading (an inevitable consequence of trying to stick to some sort of "story structure" instead of just being all "here's a Situation, go nuts"), and teaching new GM's to railroad is worse than nothing. As such, lack of modules can actually be better than presence of modules for many games.

2.2: Because truly Comprehensive modules are literally impossible outside of No-Narrative Dungeon Crawls (and maybe Mysteries), running a module well is going to require the exact same skill that running original adventures well does--improvisation. But most novice GMs respond to players doing something Not Anticipated by a module by panicking and trying to get them back into the "defined play space", which literally just ingrains bad improv habits.

2.3 While any half-decent RPG needs to answer the question of "What the fuck do you do with this thing?" modules are not the only way to handle that situation--well-detailed play procedures, mission generators, etc can also do the job (as long as the RPG in question doesn't feature Dungeons).

3 (not a beef, genuine confusion here). As a perpetual GM myself, I genuinely cannot understand why anyone would do this incredibly mentally taxing job (too many numbers to keep track of, somehow you always end up as the group's Scheduling Bitch even though there shouldn't be any association between that job and GM, etc) unless they were satisfying a deeply-ingrained NEED to Create Stuff and Share It. Big Shock--Autist incorrectly assumes his idiosyncratic experiences are universal.

GMing is hard to approach because

WotC wants you to be bad at it so that you'll consoom more product (by which I mean "buy more adventures")

This field is LITTERED with people whose approach to adventure design was totally polluted by the Illusionism wave of the 80s and 90s (AKA "Atlanta Goths design game so bad and so popular that it convinces everyone that railroading and lying about the dice is the Objectively Correct way to play TTRPGs for like a decade"), and these bozos will just tell you "do whatever it takes to Make A Novel Happen".

It is creative expression (the whole advantage of a GM over a computer program is that the GM can Improvise) and creative expression is hard.

I ain't gonna lie and claim it's easy. But the right group (one that just wants to eat popcorn and punch trolls and bring back great bulging sacks of coin) can certainly make it a lot easier. But you can't control what appeal your friends will find in TTRPGs, so...

The more I think on it, and I know this greatly differs from what people have come to expect in recent years, but to me a TTRPG with no adventure modules is like booting up a video game and finding out the devs didn’t make any levels. Like I wanted to play this but I guess we’ll have to wait until someone in the group, who may have never played the game before, spends a not-insignificant amount of their free time in the level-editor throwing something together for us to play.

[endursent]

- My Partner Turned Into A Cat And I Don't Know How To Fix it - Dan Heng

【 content; established relationship , some fluff , humour , gn!reader 】

【 characters; dan heng x gn!reader 】

【 premise; " You have been struck with a curse of some sort which has turned you into a cat, your partner has no idea how to fix it nor how long it might take. Yet he also cannot help but be rather amused by the situation despite the uncertainty… " 】

【 note; long awaited dan heng inclusion. the draft and most of this was written before i started hyperanalysing my writing style and taking it apart, so it might not shine too much through. but i had fun with it despite how long it took... uff. i also kind of wanted to include more dragon-cat neuron-to-neuron communication but decided to keep it simple and perhaps dedicate a separate part for such thoughts. 】

【 word count; 3.468 | read on ao3 | cat masterlist 】

Not knowing what to do with you is a common feeling Dan Heng touches on, not because you’re necessarily a nuisance, or annoying—he could never find it in himself to think such things, at least not without it being in an affectionate way… but you have a tendency to attract trouble and therefor get yourself into it, and perhaps drag someone else with you. 

  That someone is usually him, by choice—how could he leave you to deal with the aftermath of your own hubris by yourself?

  And never has this feeling of not knowing what to do with you been as strong as when Welt sets you down on a circular table in the common room car… never did Dan Heng foresee the day that you stared up at him in the form of a cat so small he could likely tuck you in his pocket if he so wished—or you, knowing cats. He looks up at Welt; confused, a bit concerned, and perhaps a bit exasperated. “What happened?”

  Welt doesn’t need to tell him that it’s you, he recognises that knowing look of shame you’re giving him, which is greatly exaggerated with those massive kitten eyes of yours… which he is finding difficult to respond with a neutral expression. 

  “The streets were crowded, I think they accidentally stepped on a cat’s tail when dodging a group of children running by,” Welt said, fingers curled below his chin in thought. It was the only notable event he could think of that might have caused such a sudden transformation.

  Dan Heng looked down at you as you licked the side of your stomach, curling like a sausage to reach it. “And… the cat cursed them into becoming one for a while?” 

  “Presumably, and hopefully only for a short time,” Welt nodded. Though the notion in a vacuum that you had been ‘cursed by a cat whose tail you stepped on to become one’ was almost fantastical… it’s not too hard to believe. You seem to have gotten very unlucky to cross a cat sage of some sort. “I had considered the curse might be lifted if we locate the cat culprit… but I had no luck tracking it down, not when they kept trying to run after every smell that reached their nose,” he tilts his head towards you.

  Sensing that they were talking about you, ear flickering a tiny bit, you lift your head up and blink at them.

  Dan Heng sighs. “I’ll take care of it, you keep searching for the stolen artefact with March 7th in my place.” The reason for their stop at this world was a bit less important to Dan Heng now than your state was.

  Welt nodded and left, wishing the two of you luck—and that if none would grace you, to message the Express group chat and they’ll have to put your cat-state on priority. But Dan Heng was confident he could figure it out without having to drag everyone else into it as well.

  Considering the fact that your mind hadn’t been completely taken over by instincts, and you seemed to understand him perfectly, Dan Heng decided not to put you in a bag or on a leash as the two of you headed out to search for the poor cat that you had crossed. It was quite amusing to see you jumping and jogging along on fences or curbs next to him as well, he wonders if you can really tell how nimble and lighter your body is like this, or if it feels completely natural.

  Taking a short break after searching around for two hours with no luck, Dan Heng purchases some dried fish from a vendor and sits down on a sidewalk to offer it to you. You trot over, sniffing at the treat before accepting the treat. It was strange to eat, your teeth work in a far more different and strange way than you’re used to and the dried fish practically rips apart at the same time you try and swallow it.

  Dan Heng startles when you hack and cough, quickly turning towards you. “Did you choke on it?” he reaches out and strokes your back, soft fur sliding between his fingers. It didn’t seem to stand in your throat as you shake yourself and sniffle, a small smile touches his lips. “Careful not to eat so fast, I don’t want to have to take you to a vet.”

  If you could, you would give him a deadpan expression. You didn’t eat too fast at all! 

  After finding some water to give you in hopes you would stop grumbling and turning your back to him, Dan Heng ushers you forward to continue your journey of finding the poor cat you wronged. It took a long while of searching—so much so that the sky had darkened, the streets lost their crowds and only local shopkeepers went out and about closing up and concluding their businesses for the day.

  “Where exactly did the… incident occur?” Dan Heng asks you as the two of you walk along an alleyway, there’s a small shop open to your right selling pottery where an old man is dusting off his wares. 

  Two strings of meowing leave you, but it’s rather incoherent… Dan Heng touches his chin in thought, he was rather sure the two of you had checked the nearby scenes of the incident thoroughly, but it didn’t seem like you remembered entirely where it happened. Welt did mention that it had been crowded.

  You continue meowing as if trying to tell him something… but it’s impossible for him to try and understand from the sound alone. He squats down to get closer to your level, lifting a hand to stroke along your head. “What are you trying to tell me?” communication has always been a strong suit between you, you can tell him anything—and he’s never felt that he couldn’t confide in you. Losing that connection left him feeling a bit lost. 

  You can’t just type on a phone keyboard either, or hold a pen. “Does it hurt? Meow once for yes and twice for no.”

  Two quick meows, that’s good… “Are you still hungry?”

  Two again. “Tired?” 

  One, slightly longer meow. Ah. “Do you want me to carry you?” he asks again, already moving his hands towards your smaller body. You paw at his knee, as if insisting.

  Carefully, Dan Heng sets his hands under you and lifts you into his arms. It’s a bit awkward for a moment—he’s not entirely sure how to hold you, and you feel as if you will tumble from his arms any moment in this position. He clicks his tongue slightly as your claws dig into his clothes, holding on tightly even when he tries to shift you into a better hold. “I-I’m trying… hold on—ow, stop. Let go for a moment.”

  After nearly having to peel you off his shoulder where you gripped him so hard, Dan Heng finally shifts you onto your back… so now you’re laid like a small babe in his arms. It feels a bit awkward, but also very comfortable.

  He looks down at you, a little exasperated, but with a faint smile. “Better?”

  Your little paws kneat at his chin where you can reach it. He’ll take that as a yes, a very cute yes… he kind of wants to bite your fluffy cheek, he’s not sure where that desire came from.

  Just as he was about to suggest the two of you retrace your steps, perhaps you had missed something—you perk up and look towards a balcony across the street—nearly twisting your neck back so far you tumble out of his grasp. Up on the third floor… lays a furry, pristine white cat that sleeps away the day. 

  “That’s the cat?” Dan Heng looks down at you, and sees the way you stare up at them, ears turned back. 

  He approaches the building and looks up, clearing his throat… this will look a little silly, especially now that he has you held in his arms like a small baby. “Hello, please look down here if you can understand me,” he calls up to the cat. They don’t have a collar on, so there’s no name to go by—and Dan Heng is quite a bit too far away to see even if it had one.

  You wriggle a little in his arms and he leans down to place you on the ground, but instead you dig your claws into his jacket and climb onto his shoulders. “H-hey now…”

  A series of meows he can only assume were curses and berating is hurled from you towards the other feline, who seems wholly unbothered… their tail sways a little but they don’t even bother to stand up. The audacity!

  Dan Heng again, manages to peel you off and sets you on the ground next to him. It’s probably best to approach this with more… diplomacy. 

  Curling your tail around your front paws, sitting like a cat that just did something they shouldn’t have and at least feels a sliver of shame, a low; “Mmrrow…” leaves you, truly shameful. So much so that Dan Heng felt the need to pet and reassure you, but that can come later.

  “We would like to apologise for what happened early today,” he nudges you with his foot, hoping you didn’t completely squander your chance of normalcy with your… meowing. Whatever it was that you said. “What happened was an accident, and we’re hoping we can either make it up to you, or be granted forgiveness… you see, we won’t be staying for long, we’re travellers, and my partner is rather indisposed like this.”

  The cat continued to stare, their bright blue eyes were unblinking—but the amused sway of their tail seemed to imply they didn’t outright hate you… hopefully. Maybe they are just happy to see you miserable like this. That could also be true. 

  The white cat finally stretched and sat up, licking their left paw a bit before lazily hopping down. With some pipes running along the side of the building as well as a lamp pole by the wall, the cat could easily hop down to the ground. 

  The two of you wait a bit stiffly as the other cat approaches, trotting towards you where you wait… before raising the very same paw they just groomed, and whacking you with it. 

  Dan Heng stiffens, his muscles tense—for a moment he worried he would see splotches of blood between your fur, or hear a yowl of pain… but all that came was another thud, four precise whacks with retracted claws and you were thoroughly scolded.

  He breathes a sigh of relief. 

  The white cat licks their paw again, turns around and wriggles to hop up again—but is intercepted by Dan Heng. “W-wait, will they return to their usual form?” 

  The cat gave him a side-eye and hopped up again to where they were before… the agility was impressive, and Dan Heng looked down at you… what? You’re not jumping all the way up there, contrary to the popular belief held by everyone who has seen you today. You’re not actually a cat.

  Dan Heng scratches his cheek in thought. “I presume… you communicated a little with them?” he tilts his head, but only gets a meow in return. You don’t seem too happy, it doesn’t seem that the other cat gave a good answer. He should probably be prepared to deal with this for a while.

  Sent back to the Express with your tails between your legs, the two of you decide to head back out tomorrow if you haven’t turned back by morning. Himeko accepted Dan Heng’s proposal to wait for another try to let him try and resolve this. 

  His bed on the floor of the Archives is uncomfortable on the best of days… but in a small form like this, you’ve found that you can get comfortable anywhere. 

  Dan Heng sits down on the mattress with a sigh, he rubs his forehead and looks down where you’re curled comfortably. His hand strokes down your back. “If you’re still stuck like this tomorrow…” then what? All he can do is find that cat again and hope they show you some mercy. Perhaps if it’s a spell of some sort, it can surely be reversed?

  Perhaps the Archives have something on this, he hadn’t even checked them to see fi he could perhaps undo it himself. 

  His lap is suddenly heavy. Just as he was about to stand up.

  You’ve curled yourself comfortably over his crossed legs, incidentally as soon as he was about to get up… but seeing your paws tucked beneath you in a loaf and eyes squinted closed, he can’t muster up the strength to push you away or pick you up and move you. 

  He supposes he will just sit here now. 

  Dan Heng scratches around your ears and feels the rumbling emanating from your small body against his lap. At least you’re comfortable… he’s been so focused on turning you back that he hasn’t properly considered how disorienting or uncomfortable you must be. Sure, he did ask you if you were in pain during the day, but he hadn’t properly sat down with you. 

  “Are you still awake?” he hums quietly, your right ear flickers at the sound of his voice. Asking an open question like; ‘How do you feel?’ seems a bit useless. His hand moves to scratch over your head and on spots he imagines you couldn’t reach easily. “You won’t be stuck like this for long, I’ll find a way to revert you back.”

  He went with reassurance instead, it came quite easily to him—especially when you crane your head back to stare up at him like that. A small smile tugs at his lips, and he strokes his finger over your nose, making you sneeze lightly and shake your head. “Before you know it.”

  He’ll check the Archives tomorrow, right before you leave. For now, he’ll let you curl up on him and rest… it’s been quite a stressful day. 

  Usually, Dan Heng and you don’t sleep bundled up like buttery pastries. Cuddling and such is nice, he’d never turn you down… but when asleep, he likes to be able to toss and turn and get comfortable through the night. 

  Which is an impossible task at this time. You plopped yourself down on his legs and didn’t move an inch the entire night. Curled up like a roll yourself, you slept soundly and comfortably while he fought for his life to fall asleep on his back… and stay asleep without being able to turn as he wished. 

  Not to mention your spot became so hot he was sure his knees were wet with sweat after the night. 

  Dan Heng had just barely managed to sleep half the night… when you rise from your position and stretch, walk around him as he finally turns on his side—freedom, he thinks… for only a moment before you start pushing at his back. You then circle him and sniff at his forehead, and nudge at him more.

  You’re hungry.

  Trying to get some more rest before you wake him up entirely and it’ll be too late, Dan Heng turns the other way… but you just trot around the mattress and continue to pester him endlessly until you resort to jumping onto him and meowing insistently. 

  “Urgh… alright, one moment—please get down,” even half asleep, groggy from the night and dealing with a cat-version of the person who usually sleeps without rousing him through the night. He sits up, hair tousled in all directions and shirt twisted uncomfortably as he watches you practically run to the door of the Archive. 

  Dan Heng shakes his head, he tries to somewhat combat his bed head before tossing on a jacket and following you towards the kitchen… what could he even feed you? Something nutritious… but if he just puts a bunch of things in a blender and in a bowl you will bite his finger off. What can cats have? 

  This time, Dan Heng left you behind on the Express and searched for the white cat by himself—mostly because he didn’t want to cause a diplomatic incident… again. He didn’t have much time, the Express would depart in a few hours—but what if he can’t convince the cat to turn you back? Are you… simply stuck like that?

  You’re cute and all as a furball… but he much prefers your usual self. Especially now that you’re leaving, and the next destination isn’t predetermined. It wouldn’t be idea to take a cat to a dangerous place.

  Dan Heng arrives back on the same street as the day before, he looks up… but sees no cat. An old man is setting laundry out to hang on the balcony, and seems confused by Dan Heng’s staring. “Could I help you, young man?”

  He pauses, looking around… no white cat. “Ah… I apologise for disturbing you. Do you happen to own a white cat?”

  “A cat? No, no. My wife is allergic, we don’t have any cats,” he shakes his head and fastens a long sheet to his balcony. The white fabric sways idly in the afternoon breeze. 

  “I see… do you know if your neighbours might?”

  The old man taps his chin in thought and leans his wrinkled forearms on the balcony edge. “Hmm… old Gustave used to have rats, and bred two handfuls of them! Lovely little things, smart too!”

  Dan Heng stood a bit awkwardly, craning his neck up like this to look at the old man was uncomfortable. “Anyone else…?”

  After a moment of consideration, the old man shrugged. “Not that I know. Young Maria runs fast as a horse, but she’s no pet… and neither a horse. But you see, I grew some roots a few seasons back, and I gifted everyone in the complex some of it. Young Maria made a carrot cake, what a coincidence… her husband can’t be a horse, he didn’t have any of it, or perhaps he can’t have… eh, what’s it, flour? Is that a common allergy?”

  “... thank you for your help, I’ll keep looking,” Dan Heng fled before the old man could continue. 

  He didn’t have any other luck. It was as if the cat had completely vanished… he searched for hours, until his phone began to ping with messages. The Express would leave soon and March was worried he could be in trouble (with what, cats?) and not make it back in time!

  Defeated once more, Dan Heng made it back to the Express in good time. Welt stood by the door, ready and waiting… with you sitting beside him, eagerly waiting as well—tail swaying happily as soon as the door slid open to reveal him. 

  “Any luck?” Welt asked, giving Dan Heng room to step up into the carriage. “We cannot stay here for long.”

  “I searched the entire town,” Dan Heng shook his head and crouched down before you, you hurriedly pressed your small furred head into his open palm. “The cat was nowhere to be seen.”

  “Perhaps we can phone some friends, someone on the Herta Space Station might have a solution,” Welt wondered, already taking his phone out to create a group chat… your ears flatten against your head slightly. Great, is every single associate or friend you’ve made along the journey going to know you’ve been cursed to be a cat for (presumably) forever?

  You suppose that’s your fate, never does favour turn their gaze to you. Please aeon of luck, turn your gaze and relieve me from being a cat, and give me fifty million credits.

  Dan Heng rubbed your ear. “Hey, are you listening?”

  Your head snapped up to him, large eyes empty and stupid. 

  “Let’s ask Pom-Pom if your… smaller form needs any extra care for the warp jump,” he says and straightens. “I’d rather not have to scrape you off the wall.”

  You follow after him to search for Pom-Pom. Though you might lose it being a cat forever, it does offer its own up sides… Dan Heng keeps petting you. 

  Maybe the Cat Curser will let you keep the ears and tail, then he has no excuse to stop petting you. 

  As you leave the carriage, a small form moves outside the window. A thick layer of fur with bright eyes sits outside of the Express, just barely out of view. The elegant cat watches as you and Dan Heng disappear into the next carriage before turning away. A small portal appears next to them and they stretch a little before hopping in... it zips closed right behind them and disappears with only faint shimmering left behind.

[talonabraxas]

“Awakening is not a single moment. It is the quiet undoing of every illusion you inherited. It is the remembering of who you were before the world told you who to be. Trust the unraveling. Your truth is beneath it all.” - Galactic Federation

Celestial Starships Talon Abraxas

Prepare For Ascension And Aboard The Motherships!

You are here to ascend!

The ascension is not just a physical event. It is a metaphysical event as well. It is a spiritual event. It is an energetic event. It is an emotional event.

It is all of those things rolled into one because it is a very powerful heaving up of consciousness that you have been doing for eons upon this planet and upon other planets as well.

You have been the ones who have built this reality to be a place of love. You have been the ones who have brought forth on this planet the new truth, or the new way of being, in which you are not separate from one another or from the universe.

You have created a world where all people can live together in harmony and peace as they go about their daily lives. This is what it means to make your ascension leap and to complete the journey here.

On our planet Earth, a wide variety of species have the potential to ascend and finish their journeys here within this reality.

Some of you have already ascended this planet and returned to do it once more!

You have done this because it was necessary for your evolution as humans on Earth to evolve through these various lifetimes so that you could be ready for what lies ahead for you in the far future, which is the new heavens and new Earth in which you will reside!

The ascension process has already begun, but there are still many who are stuck in third-dimensional reality with their third-dimensional bodies, unable to see beyond the veil of illusion that surrounds them here on Earth at this time.

It does not mean that they cannot make progress in their personal growth or spiritual evolution; however, it does mean that there are blocks within them that prevent them from seeing beyond the veil of illusion into higher realities.

You are here to help others. You are here to create a better world for all of us to live in!

You are here to help us move forward as a species, and you are doing that right now by helping us heal ourselves and by helping us understand our own divinity!

You are here to free us from the shackles of our own ego-minds.

You came back in order to do this work, and you have been given the gift of time, so you can accomplish this goal.

You have been given a chance at life again, and you need not fear death because there is no death when you ascend off this planet and into the higher realms of light!

Now is the time to make the ascension leap. The Earth is prepared for you. The planets are aligned for you. You are ready to ascend and to be taken up into the higher cosmology of Motherships!

The doors are open for you, but you must step through them with great humility.

You have been working on your third-dimensional life for many lifetimes, and now it is time to take that FINAL step in your evolution!

It is time to make the ascension leap and complete the journey here on this planet so that you can begin anew in a higher dimension of existence!

You are being led by your soul's divine wisdom and power, but if you do not follow these instructions, then they will not be followed by you!

You will find yourself stuck in a place where no one can help or reach out to you because they do not know what has happened to you or why it has happened! When I say "follow your soul's divine wisdom," I mean to follow it without any human guidance whatsoever!

The majority of people who have already made the ascension leap have become masters of their own reality and have been able to walk through this life without any help from others. They are able to function independently without having anyone else tell them what they should do or how they should live their lives.

The ascension is a process that has been going on for a long time. It is an ongoing process, and you will continue to make the ascension leap until you are fully ascended.

There are many ways to ascend. There are many different ways that you can make the ascension leap, but no matter what way you choose, it will lead you to where you need to be in order for your soul's ascension plan to happen.

The ascension is coming. There is an undeniable momentum building in the universe, and it's time to take action. This year is your chance to rise up to the next level of awareness and access, so don't miss out!

Prepare to take the ascension leap! As we move into higher dimensions, the time is right for you to take on a new life as a lightworker in charge of your own ascension cycle.

The time is right to enter the Mothership and make your ascension into the higher dimensions today!

You are becoming more than human; you are becoming a spiritual being!

When you open your eyes one morning and realize you can float!

Are you ready for this?

We love you dearly,

We are here with you,

We are your family of light,

We are the Galactic Federation.

A'HO

Aurora Ray

Ambassador of the Galactic Federation

[manofthepipis]

Hiii! Just wanted to say that while waiting for the last update of Beyond Repair (which was delicious btw, I can't wait to see the conversation that follows THAT Cliff hanger, i need those two to communicate for once in their narratively-doomed lives please) I was craving more of your writing and I kind of binge read all your spamton fics and by goodness you have some of the best fics in this fandom and your way of writing the DR cast is genuinely perfect.

I never thought i'd get invested in the relationship between the addisons and spamton but GOD you build it up so well,,,,all that resentment and jealousy and regret and what-ifs… it's so cool to see a take where both parties are in the wrong and they both know it (in beyond repair it hurts even more bc thye dont even get a chance to try and reconnect and it hurts wenwefjw). I love how you use all the in-game details that you can, even the fact that the addisons were turned around while thye explained the spamton lore in ch2. and ngl im. obsessed. with the Dynamic you gave spamton and jevil in the Keeping Neo AU and the separate jevil fic. Jevil has such a specific speech quirk and personality yet you capture that chaotic gremlin energy he has mixed with that eerie sadness and vagueness that makes him such an enigma but so so fun to witness in action. He doesn't seem easy to write but you keep him so true to canon in the way he speaks and acts. also I know theyre platonic in the fics you've written but I cannot deny that the spamvil shipper in me is THRIVING with those interactions, 10/10, spinning those two besties in my head until the end of time, do not separate them (they will cause untold mayhem and destruction but theyre very cute and it makes jevil happy so i forgive them).

Anyways, i also cannot get enough of Beyond Repair, the way you keep the characters' voices and personalities feels so true to the original material and it's such a blessing to see such a Good fic portraying the spamtenna partnership showing both characters' faults and yearnings, instead of being too sympathetic to either of them. I especially love the adamant denial Tenna has throughout the fic, it's the mix of tragic and funny that perfectly suits his carácter?? Yeah, the guy who seems to not notice/care that Mike is three separate people with no resemblance at all among them and different from the Mike that was there when spamton was around WOULD definitely be able to reach that level of denial. And spamton??? You probably write my fav iteration of his speech quirk and your commitment to make it a fundamental part of his character (ad breaks making him hard to understand to other people, him questioning his identity after writing without ad breaks in the keeeping neo au, etc etc) is sooo appreciated. Lately I've seen a lot of black-and-White thinking with spamton in socmedia, with people reacting against the ch2 "woobification" by treating him like an embodiment of everything evil in the world and the true villain of the game (some even blaming him solely for the weird route, somehow) or some sort of irredeemable demon from birth, so seeing a true appreciation of his character in your fics, where you do not shy away from his narcissim, selfishness and BIG flaws nor his tragic existence and fate, is such a breath of fresh air. ESPECIALLY in a spamtenna story lol

Either way sorry for babbling but tldr ive been obsessing over all your fics lately, you've irrevocably converted me into spamtenna and spamvil and thank you so much for your passsion and great Works, your commitment to keeping some of the silliness and charm of the original game and keep it as canon-faithful as possible is super engaging and beautiful. ill be eagerly awaiting the next chapters of beyond repair that will cause me incredible emotional pain and joy in equal amounts. all the love and support to you!!

FIRST AAAAA idk what to say im so beyond flattered bc writing these guys gives me sm joy and im happy like even tho my old fics are sorta outdated now (alas the passing times in the deltarune fandom), ppl still go back to them?? like 2021 me would be going as insane as i am rn

jevil like spamton was rlly difficult to write at first but the more i did it the more his speech kinda flowed like he has this cryptic poetic style to him that's so so fun to meddle with and yknow i forgot about my solo jevil fic but ive had the next chapter in wip stage for god knows how long lol i should?? upload that sometime maybe. he just rlly likes his chaos :3 luckily for him spamton is uncontrollable to even himself, he's a danger to himself and others, whether intentional or not, he has motivations but he's so unstable and jevil gets an kick out of it bc nothing matters. throw neo into the mix and it just becomes a party at that point

tenna is also so interesting and im so glad someone pointed out about he's oblivious to the Mikes, but also bc he seems to get in his own head a bunch, it's how he copes with it all, and this is also how he tries to help kris through the divorce. just keep their eyes on him and keep them distracted enough to pretend that nothing is going on. not saying he can't accept the reality of things, in fact he does all too well! but like isn't it BETTER to just stay distracted with TV? after all you can learn anything from tv! tie this character aspect into the fact he's been missing his special little mailman for years, giving him this importance and this pedestal and this image that's big enough to shirk his own blame onto for the loss of his show and eventual irrelevance. with this i feel like it'd take a lot to break that barrier of denial if he was wrong and it had all been for nothing, which i tried to get into when writing. man i miss tenna

i don't have twitter or tiktok or instagram or rlly anything except tumblr, and im kinda glad i don't bc of the reverse-woobification like ppl are straight up forgetting that spamton is so complex bc idk i think a lot of ppl like to categorize characters into black and white boxes bc they're written so dynamic and ppl literally cannot comprehend the grey areas, or the in-betweens, or they don't care enough to comprehend it bc it's all about consuming the next piece of media. it's insane and i hope my lil fic at least defends against that whole thing lmao but tbh i think ill just stay here in my lil tumblr bubble where ppl are at least kinda cool and treat him sillay still. spamton is my favorite character of all time BECAUSE he's a horrible narcissistic selfish asshole but also bc he's legitimately hurting and desperately wants to become something more than he is. his whole entire purpose after his defeat is helping the lightners free themselves from their own strings bc he doesn't want to see his friends go down the same path he did with neo and what part of that speaks pure evil for ppl on socmedia? i don't get it ;v; imagine ur whole life crumbles and everything u worked for meant nothing. then there's these sweet kids that u tried to just kill and they're going down the same path. he switches to helper mode so fast and that says so much about him even WITH all his selfishness. love him fr

no but fr tysm for enjoying my arts!! i feel i went a tad bit off the handle but i rlly appreciate it!!

[waitineedaname]

it's wild to me that yoohankim isn't the default popular orv ship because like. obviously yjh and kdj are batshit insane about each other. but neither of them would exist without han sooyoung. if she didn't love them with the intensity of a dying star, yoo joonghyuk would've never even come into existence, and kim dokja would be dead. if joongdok is batshit insane, then han sooyoung is the reason for it, and she's just as batshit insane about them in the process

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

He might be bisexual, but he has a ship to run!

[Commission for June's Ko-Fi raffle winner @primtheamazing! Thank you for the support and for the oppertunity to draw more Tiger Tiger]

[daddario]

When people are like “I hope my sons have a relationship like Sam and Dean!” I’m just like do you??? Do you really??? Why?!

Even if you don’t see the sexual undertones there, do you actually want your children to have THAT kind of relationship? Let’s take a moment to examine Sam and Dean, shall we?

Sam and Dean are grown men who, with the exception of Jess, have never had any long term deep emotional or romantic relationships. Even from a platonic standpoint, they essentially do not have real friends besides one another. They have bizarre boundaries and Dean literally wouldn’t have sex without getting a thumbs up from Sam and knowing he was watching IN CANON well into their 20s. (There were blackout curtains available for privacy, but Dean left them open so Sam could see their shadows for the entire thing. That’s fucking weird!!!)

Dean literally cannot cope with Sam dying to the extent that he sells his soul, gets tortured in hell, and never truly recovers from the trauma. Sam is so fucked up over Dean dying that he literally tries to open the gates of hell and march in there without a fucking plan just to get him out, or to join him. Sam and Dean do horrific things to themselves and others when their brother is in danger. Sam and Dean are toxic and a danger to everyone around them. They are codependent, entangled, boundary-less monsters who will let the world burn for one another. They are controlling abusive nightmares. They are terrifying and terrible and perfect exactly as they are and are not to be touched, but they are not something to aspire to.

They are men in their 30s-40s who can’t wash a dish without one another.

Are you really sure that that’s the type of relationship you want your children to have? REALLY?

[goldensakuma]

i am in. Immense Pain

[frumfrumfroo]

People still making posts about how reylo is '100%' just people who want to self-insert to fuck the 'bad boy' in the Year of Our Lord 2024.

When will I know peace.

[insomnova]

im an obi wan stan and what that means is that i'm physically incapable of hating anakin skywalker. i can't love obi wan and hate anakin like that's a completely alien concept. you can't love the character whose main sticking point is "anakin's no.1 fan and best friend who will spend the majority of his life taking care of him and his children" and then HATE ANAKIN like it's impossible. they're a package deal your honor

[moe-broey]

Kill la Kill is a really good anime to watch in highschool during your formative years when you're growing into your own and coming to terms with yourself and. That's about it. And then there's Mako (CUTEST relationship w Ryuko FOR REAL 😭😭😭)

[lingonberry24]

It is unfair having to reparent parents and explain to them the basics of respectful communication. Like. The flow of knowledge was supposed to go the other way. Why.

[kendallroygf]

sat high upon my cloud of judgement and innate understanding where i will always insist that shiv’s idea of love being 28 different things like love jealousy revenge greed etc can only be understood by kendall who although it’s not explicit essentially believes the same thing and that’s why their relationship is what it is. and it’s why they always say i love you before dealing the death blow

[fuckingeviljerseybitch]

to be forced female is the fucking end.

cis men tend to recognize only each other as on their team. everything else is beneath them, subservient to them, fuckable, condemned to be quiet and pretty, born to comply.

how dare anyone else be not built to comply.

cis male doctors and complicit cis female doctors can, and have, forced intersex children female. forced them to be the perceived underclass, knowing good and goddamned well what they were doing the whole time. what's the baby going to know what being a girl or a woman means in this world? but the grown ass fucking doctors know. they've got the wisdom in spades, and forcing babies female is what they do with it.

because how dare anyone who is not cis male aspire to being male, or anywhere near male territory.

how dare anyone not be born to comply.

[buryam-soul]

Anyway congrats to Ruan Mei for being the first character I go more specific/complex in terms of hcs for compared to how i usually do things. She is sapphic loveless quoiromantic ace (is that how you order it language is weird) to me and probably only me

[keungking]

i'm 80% sure my url means "stretch the ginger" in thai (completely by chance), but i want everyone to know that actually it's a reference to this album and this song

and also i fucking love ginger if a dish has ginger in it i'll devour that shit. not to be super basic but if i go to a restaurant and they serve moo pad king? well