#honestly there's no logical explanation

[randomnameless]

I've been wondering this for a while, but has anyone been able to come up with an in-universe reason as to why the Crest of Flames disappears at the end of CF, or even how Byleth can survive without it when it was basically a replacement heart for them?

My best guess for the first question is that Rhea dying is what caused it to break, but that's blatantly contradicted by other routes where the exact same thing can happen but the crest is unnafected, and i genuinely have no answer for the second one, which is a shame; i really like what that moment means on a thematic and symbolic level, but the logic of it all is very flimsy, even more so if Byleth S-supports Sothis.

Pff

Trying to find continuity? In Tru Piss Fodlan games?

Some people theorised it's Sothis basically telling Billy to fuck themselves and how she leaves the world after the events of Tru Piss - but given how she can have brainsex afterwards with her host it's not really plausible.

Half-joking wise, it's because Tru Piss is Supreme Leader's fanfiction, so Billy loses all of their visible icky subhuman, I mean, Nabatean traits and returns to the state of being a super normal human, without Nabatean parts, and it just works because fix-it AU powers.

More seriously, I don't even know.

Maybe it's the first option (S Support ignored because it's just player pandering) with the twist that Sothis gives up on Fodlan, makes a last "present" to Billy because true to her words they chose their own path, so she "fixes" them with magic but won't stay around, and makes them lose enlightment and her powers because clearly they're not wanted anymore, and she sure doesn't want to support/witness whatever is going to happen next -

even if it totes contradicts the Sothis we have on Nopes, who's all "I'll be back and when I do I'll erase you all" as her death quote, but w/c.

The only thing I can be sure of is, as you pointed out, it's not tied to Rhea's death, since she can kick the bucket in 2 of the 3 other routes and nothing similar happens, so it should be something Sothis herself willed or did...

but player pandering and uwu pandering means Billy has to survive because they have to marry Supreme Leader or Sothis.

Now, a Tru Piss where the crest stone vanishes after a heartfelt (lel) moment with Sothis in her consciousness as she tells Billy she cannot support them anymore, especially after this - aka where Billy dies at the end of Tru Piss, both because they betrayed Sothis but also to fit with the "World for Humanity" and add more sacwifices for Supreme Leader's ideal and a lot of sad uwus resulting might have made more sense, but what is even the point of FE16 if you can't uwu?

Unbelievable!

[northlight14]

Phoenix: do you remember the day you got your lunch money stolen in kindergarten?

Edgeworth, who came into school wearing a bow tie every day, was always reading, went around quoting different law terms saying he was going to grow up to be “just like father”, and canonically cried when he couldn’t do origami: which time?

[box-dwelling]

As someone who went to Germany and spent like 70% of the time in churches, Von karma sibling growing up Christian head canons is so fucking personal to me

[bizlybebo]

so like is vyncent so only one in fauna who doesnt have an accent

virion sol you will always be famous. you're a fucking weirdo even in your home world

[vulto-cor-de-rosa]

Can't the Doctor just add a call back feature to the Tardis? Honestly, it would avoid so many problems. Tardis got lost? Just teleport it back to the Doctor! Tardis is in a dangerous place? Just teleport it somewhere else! Control your ship man

[justthatspiffy]

okay so actually upon rewatching atla for the fourth or fifth time i'm more confused than ever about zuko's mom where did she go and why

[dapperrokyuu]

Just watched the first episode of Ron Kamonohashi’s Forbidden Deductions and it certainly was something. My guy has the Code Geass but exclusively for telling you to kill yourself, adjlfnbdafk-

[ctommyisnt]

Dude sexuality is so crazy like. I’m absolutely 100% bi and I consider myself bi and tell everyone im bi because I AM bi. It’s just how I feel! However I’m definitely (by the definitions of the terms) pan by technicality because it’s like, don’t care as much about the gender just ✨ people ✨ but I don’t consider myself pan in any means. It’s ALSO crazier because I don’t like the bi flag (not a fan of cool toned colors) and adore the pan flag but like. I’m not pan lmao ITS SO CONTRADICTORY I LOVE IT

[quibbs126]

I’m starting to feel like crk is just waiting off golden cheese because they don’t know what to do maybe. It also could be that they think it would be most easy to squeeze main story content between cao and cheese because after cheese I’m assuming it’s when the journey is starting to end. If not I have no idea why.

Yeah I remember one time before when I talked about Golden Cheese, someone gave their speculation that maybe it was taking so long because they were completely reworking her story. On one hand, I’d like to believe that since that seems like a reasonable explanation, but on the other we just simply don’t know the reason yet, so I can’t say

I do also remember once seeing an image I believe from the artbook which stated the order the Ancients would release, and in the lineup it was actually Golden Cheese that was third and Dark Cacao fourth, but as we know that isn’t how things went, with their releases presumably being switched. I half think that maybe it was so that the overarching plot things could be more spread out, as Pure Vanilla and White Lily’s updates would be incredibly plot relevant and Dark Cacao’s would have the whole Dark Choco thing, so with this new order they have more “filler” stories in between. But also I’m wondering if the complete reworking theory is true, of that was the reason for the switch

Yeah I just don’t know her update’s been so delayed either, I don’t know what sense it makes story wise

Hopefully whenever we do get the update they’ll give some context outside of the game as to why things took so long, like a video talking about it or something

[phantommarigold]

me when I want to say something and type out a whole long thing and then decide actually I'm not good enough to talk about this or no they don't want to hear it and ah but what if I'm wrong of course I'm talking from a place of privilege and ignorance and my worldviews are too black and white and

[broke-on-books]

Wait I'm a dumbass the app says fake Chipotle is closed on Fridays. Literally why would you do this to me. What have I done to you???? Were my European Geography fuckups really so terrible you would treat me this way (honestly yeah. deserved. I would also hate me for this)

[aria0fgold]

I was like: Eepy while thinking bout my ocs... And I was just bout to go to sleep and then I realized! I need to write stuff down bout that! Cuz I thought bout some more worldbuilding and stuff for Halcyon and Cascade's group! YESTERDAY! I NEARLY FORGOR!

[poggersbathwater]

Someone: *posts about something*

Me: Oh, this reminds me of something that happens often in writing! Let me make a little connection to that because I wanna add on to this since I agree with it :)

Them and so many other people: NO YOU MISSED THE POINT OF THE POST

Me:

[krysmcscience]

At long last: either an alternate explanation for or continuation of my prior comic regarding how Bill was ABSOLUTELY naked in Ford's karaoke night drawing. (Because errors in art do not exist. Artists do not make mistakes. So if you see any in this comic, No You Do Not.)

I am so normal about these old dorks.

I'm not really clear on exactly when Bill started throwing his desperation book at Ford just like a needy ex do, but I find it extremely funny to imagine it happening literally the day of or after the makeshift funeral. Bill just gets this weird sense of 'Ford is taking steps to move on' and CANNOT FUCKING ABIDE.

I hope you enjoy all the goofy things I added to each page of Bill's sad spieling. (Everything SHOULD be readable so long as you view the full size, but I have added basically this whole little fanfic in the image descriptions, LMAO, which lays out all the little written notes and such.) Also don't ask how Bill managed to sneak that vampire pen in there. I have no idea, and honestly? I don't wanna know.

Oh, and a little bonus comic:

Of course Bill would take it as flirting. Because between the two of them, Bill is the bigger masochist By Far. :)

Also I have continued applying The Good Place logic to any of Bill's attempts to swear. Case in point, one last bonus image, this time with a motivational line from my slapdash Theraprism OC, EV-01:

Yes, its name is just 'love' backwards. No, I will not be taking any feedback on this. Yes, EV-01 was only ever assigned to Bill's case due to the Theraprism being desperate to make some progress in rehabilitating him. No, it did not work anywhere close to staff's expectations - Bill didn't even appreciate EV-01's matching fondness for bowties! (He claimed the fondness to be "cultural appropriation" and insisted he'd been traumatized by it.)

Anyway, if you like my stuff, reblogs are very much appreciated, and if you really really like it, perhaps consider my commissions or yeeting a teeny tiny tip my way? I am trying to recoup over 500 dollars in vet bills, ahaha... 🙃

In other news, I loved all the fun tags people added to the prior naked-karaoke comic (such as 'the hat and bow-tie stay ON during sex' and the classic '[insert keysmash here]', as well as the many amused/bewildered remarks about how I either made the bricks a piece of clothing or just straight up peeled Bill's skin off). However, I think my favorite thing by far was the several people losing their shit over the fact that I gave Bill toes. Like, excuse me? The magical talking triangle can have fingers but not toes??? Since when was that a rule????? 🤣 (Also the one person who reblogged with the cropped panel where Bill's fishnets pants are falling off to ask why Bill peed himself. Dude, I want to examine your brain...?)

Okie-dokie, I'm sick of looking at all of this stuff now and I'm off to go to work, after which I will either scribble some more goofy "Billford" comics or perhaps draw my lame human!Bill in Situations, idk yet. Maybe I'll even finally draw more than just a single other person's human!Bill...? Who knows, but I sure hope I can mix it up a little and not turn whatever I draw into a month-long fukken project. >:\

[caifanes]

out of all the main crew, most seem to utilize their skills in ways that adapt to the environment around them very easily but gen goes from a popular entertainment act to basically a politician (but not really? nikki ends up filling in the role as a diplomat when senku asks that fraction of the group to negotiate with xeno’s science team in corn city) HES JUST THERE TO BE SENKU’S SPECIAL LITTLE GUY AND BE PUT IN SITUATIONS

[rafey-baby]

clumsy!reader is still bad at yoga and yoga instructor!rafe wants to keep her all to himself...

18+ mdni!

c/w: rafe being touchy & blatantly flirting w her, him getting jealous, slightly suggestive, reader being oblivious

wc: 1.9k

idk if anyone missed him but he's back & better than ever !! (after a small vacation that ended up being almost 3 months :D)

some parts are more or less inspired by this, this, this & this ask

part 1

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Rafe is in the midst of helping someone fix their posture when he hears the gates of heaven opening in the form of a melodious giggle chiming from the back of the room. He lifts his head in order to detect the source of such a vibrant sound; noticing that his favorite client is currently directing her attention towards some guy next to her.  

The joyful expression she’s sporting makes a scowl paint over his features. Why is this random man making her laugh like that?  

“Yeah, you got it. Just keep workin’ on it though,” he quickly dismisses the person he was helping before stomping over to find her practically lying on the floor with the guy’s hands on her calf, along with his mat pulled far too close to hers for Rafe’s liking.   

“I think you should bend it more here, right? I’m honestly not too sure,” the guy chuckles as he tries to figure out what she’s doing wrong.  

“No cause I have no idea how everyone else makes it seem so easy. It’s so hard to get it right, I feel so stupid half the time,” she complains with a huff, not even noticing Rafe looming within earshot.  

“Seriously, I thought this was a beginner’s class but it feels like some of these poses are meant for like literal pros,” he continues with a shake of his head. 

“I know, right?” another peal of laughter bubbles from her throat as she shifts into a seated position, giving up altogether.  

“Everything alright?” Rafe doesn’t mean for his tone to come out so clipped but there’s something in the way the guy’s touching her so freely that makes his hands curl into fists. 

He keeps reminding himself over and over again that this is a client, which means that he can’t just smash his face in— no matter how severely his fingers are itching for it right about now.  

“Oh, I was just trying to help her with this,” the guy explains in tandem with her head turning to look at Rafe. She seems startled.  

“Well, why don’t you focus on your own form for a change? I mean, s’kinda my job to help her, yeah?” he scoffs, making the guy halt his movements in a state of surprise before he's lifting his hands up in apology.  

“Damn, sorry dude,” he mutters out from under his breath while Rafe merely glares at him with the words stay professional bouncing around his skull.  

A tense silence follows, making her grow quiet while she takes slow sips from her water bottle as a distraction; wondering why he seems so bothered to see her talking to someone else.  

However, when he finally turns his attention towards her, she shrugs it off as him merely having a bad day because it seems like the only logical explanation to her. Because at the end of the day, him being jealous makes as much sense to her as her math homework in high school.

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Rafe is convinced that the universe is purposefully trying to poke and prod at his limits, giving his carefully curated facade opportunities to crack— allowing for the borderline psychotic aspects of his personality to breathe through the crevices. Because only a week later, Rafe sees her entering the gym with another guy she seems to be awfully friendly with. 

“That’s crazy, I don’t even wanna know what Kie said to that,” she rolls her eyes jokingly while he’s showing her something on his phone.  

”Yeeeah, guess you could say she wasn’t the biggest fan,” he laughs in a carefree manner, raking a hand through his disheveled, sand-colored hair.  

“For some reason I’m not surprised,” she mutters out before she notices Rafe standing in the hallway leading to the yoga class. “Oh, gotta go so I’m not late. See you after?” 

“Yeah, I’ll be here. Think Pope said he’s gonna join me for leg day, so we’ll see if I’m still standing when you get back. But you have fun,” he offers her a wave before walking away towards the locker rooms. 

And at last, her warm eyes meet Rafe’s. “Hi,” her voice is soft, nearly shy; a stark contrast to her demeanor only a few seconds ago.  

“Hey,” he greets her in a casual manner, although his mind is somewhere else entirely. “So, that your boyfriend or?” he tries to approach the subject with nonchalance because it’s not necessarily any of his business.  

He’s not even sure why he’s asking— keeps telling himself that he’s just curious and tries to appear friendly by making small talk. After all, some clients have given him feedback on his apparently intimidating aura, claiming they don’t always have the courage to ask for his help because they get anxious he’ll judge them. Therefore, it's something he’s been trying to work on.  

“What? Oh, JJ? No, he’s just a friend. He goes to the gym here, so I usually just tag along with him. Free ride, right?” she answers with a lighthearted tone.  

“Right. Yeah,” he scratches at the back of his neck, contemplating whether or not to ask the next question since he doesn’t want to overstep any boundaries. However, there’s something deep in his stomach that grumbles at the prospect of her being in a relationship, makes him feel nearly insane and ultimately, makes the decision for him. 

“You, uh, you got one?”  

“What?” she asks, features coated in confusion. 

“A boyfriend, I mean,” his gaze is unwavering, eager.  

“Oh, um— no, I don’t. Why?” her puzzled eyes flit over the lines of his countenance, seemingly trying to grasp onto his motives. 

“Just, uh…wondering. I mean, he’d be kind of a dick if he’s not drivin’ you here himself,” he shrugs, a strange sort of relief making his shoulders feather-light when she lets out an airy giggle in response.  

“Yeah, honestly sometimes wish I had one just so he could drive me around and stuff,” she jokes while they begin to pad over to the class. 

“You don’t have your license yet?” he raises his brows in surprise.  

“No, I do. I just don’t really like driving. I don’t know why but it’s so stressful to me. Usually try to avoid it as much as I can,” she elaborates while gathering her hair away from her face and securing the strands into a ponytail.   

“Oh yeah? Well, if you ever need a ride home just let me know, alright?” he says, fighting the urge to tuck a loose tendril that has managed to escape the restraints of her hair tie back behind her ear.  

“Really? That’s so sweet of you! But, um, wouldn’t wanna be a bother,” the hesitation is present in her voice.  

“Nah, couldn’t bother me if you tried,” he promises, wishing they could talk for longer. However, the ocean of people flooding inside the room behind them cuts their conversation short.  

“You’re just saying that,” she dismisses him with a playful scoff. 

“M’being for real. You’re my favorite face around here. Plus, makes my job more fun when you’re always stumblin' on your feet,” he can’t help his mouth from twisting upwards at the way her eyes round out in response to his words. 

“Shut up. I’m gonna go set down my mat now, before there’s only space right in front of you,” she offers him a giddy smile that makes him grin like an idiot. Then, she’s tiptoeing away from him in order to locate a vacant spot. 

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Rafe has become awfully familiar with these newfound feelings of fondness for the girl who’s by far the most helpless little bambi he’s ever encountered. He thinks she should honestly pick another hobby at this point, because maybe yoga just isn’t meant for her. However, he’d never say any of that out loud because even the thought of not seeing her getting all flustered while she loses her balance whenever he’s near makes him feel physically unwell.  

He’s not entirely sure whether her apparently oblivious brain simply hasn’t caught onto the fact that he so clearly has a thing for her, or if she’s well aware and merely chooses to be a tease about it. Nonetheless, the moment she walked into the class today, he could feel his workout shorts tightening and all she’d offered him was a simple smile.  

And now she’s right in front of him, all tangled limbs and pretty eyes blinking up at him— practically begging for his guidance and for him to put his hands all over her (something she doesn’t seem to mind all that much).  

“You put this cute little set on just for me, huh?” he rasps out while his thumb smooths over the bubblegum pink fabric; feeling it out as he pinches the stretchy fabric between his fingertips, making her breath get caught in her throat in the process.  

“Oh, um— just wanted to…try out some new stuff I ordered. You think it’s cute?” she stares at him with something bashful glimmering in her eyes. 

“Mhm. Fits you nice,” he mumbles out as his gaze lingers on the way the tight material wraps around her figure, not leaving much to the (his) imagination. He bets it’d be so easy to just rip right through these cute yoga pants and pull her closer with a firm grip on her hips before burying his face between her plush thighs.

“Thanks,” she peeps out, flustered.  

He tries to shake off the improper, filthy thoughts with a clear of his throat when he gets caught staring at her for a little too long.  

“So, you actually wanna bend your leg on the other side of your body on the mat and support your foot with your left arm not the right one. Easy to get them confused,” he chuckles as she shifts her position according to his instructions as best as she can. 

“Like this?” she seeks reassurance with a soft tone.  

“Yeah, just like that, Bambi. Good job,” his mouth quirks up some while her mind begins to cloud over in response to his low cadence. She’s not entirely sure what exactly it is about him that makes her feel so fuzzy on the inside, but she thinks it’s nice, thinks she wants to always have him this close to her— wants him even closer.

She doesn’t remember the last time she’s had such an intense crush on someone— slowly turning into a crazy person by each second of not knowing whether he’s merely flirting with her for his own amusement or because he’s actually into her. However, she thinks she’s embarrassed herself in front of him far too many times for the latter to be true in any reality.  

“Then need you to move your right hand here,” he adjusts her form with a grip on her wrist while he maneuvers her to his liking; tingles erupting all over the skin he skims over with his fingertips.  

Her head is spinning.  

“See? Knew you could do it. Feels nice, hm?” he rumbles out, letting his hands rest on her shoulders for support, despite the position not really requiring it.  

She hums her response because she doesn’t trust for any coherent words to stumble out of her mouth at the moment, all the while Rafe is desperately trying to not pay attention to the nearly painful situation in his pants.