#i love that language and the way i speak doesn't need to be coherent or make sense to anyone. its not a requirement of language

[candykissd]

drunk bingo

pairings : harry lewis x female reader

summary : drunk bingo is a crazy time, especially when you're a lightweight. although, harry's there to take care of you.

warnings : alcohol consumption, nausea, mature language, fluff

beths notes : love drunk bingo vids sm!! 💘

the flashing lights were enough to make you feel sick, sicker than you already did. drunk bingo was one of your most favourite events, though, it's safe to say alcohol isn't your best friend.

you were already pretty much pissed by the third drink, and yet somehow were managing to pass out coherent sentences.. up until the eight drink, at least.

you were wedged between george and harry, with bach and arthur tv on the ends of the table. at the start of the night you were sure you were going to be the best team, winning all the challenges, calling bingo here and there. but then they decided to give you a few drinks. not a smart move.

"number 63!" simon called out from the platform on which he stood, the various flashing lights surrounding him sending your head spinning into a vortex of feeling sorry for yourself.

"'m gonna get some air.." you slurred out as you stood up, making your way around the tables, not without stumbling into a few, and finding the back door. pushing it open with all your might and leaning against the railing outside.

"she okay?" arthur asked the other boys as he saw her leave. "yeah, probably just so unbelievably shitfaced." harry shrugged as he stood up, following along the trail that you had walked just a minute ago.

deep breathe in, deep breathe out, is what you told yourself, the nauseous feeling creeping up on you again, despite the fact that it felt as though it had only just washed away. you couldn't help but jump in your skin as you felt a hand on your lower back.

"you okay?" sounded harry's familiar voice as he smiled down at you.

"yeah... 'm good." you mumbled out, raising your hand to your forehead as you turned slightly to face him, whilst you still felt ill, you couldn't help but smile up at him.

you'd liked harry for the longest time, and the two of you had somewhat of a flirtation-ship, always taking the piss out of each other, and flirting with one another. but, it was all harmless. you both denied having feelings for each other; even though all of your friends could see through it.

harry's hand slid up your back, his touch light, but enough to make you shiver as his hand made its way to play with your hair, tucking a piece behind your ear. "you wanna go home?" he asked, tilting his head, as if he was secretly admiring you, which he wasnt doing a good job at hiding.

you didn't say anything, not feeling the need, nor the ability to speak properly, just nodding and smiling softly at him as he stood up straight.

he turned around and signalled to the others through the door that he was taking you home, and just to carry on with the game, before placing his hands on your shoulders from behind, spinning you around and practically pushing you towards the main road where he called for a taxi.

when the two of you got to your apartment, you fumbled around in your bag for your keys. harry laughing as he saw you struggle, grabbing your bag and pulling out your keys for you, unlocking the door and letting you stumble inside first, shutting the door behind him as he followed you in.

it was a good thing harry good handle is alcohol, as he was damn near sober, sober enough to take care of you properly.

you stumbled into the kitchen, steadying yourself with your hands on the countertop as you looked over at him.

"come on.. let's get you ready for bed." he said with a fond smile as he picked you up bridal style, a childish giggle escaping your lips as your arms wrapped around his neck, just as an extra precaution to make sure he doesn't drop you.

"harry wroetoshaw lewis if you drop me..." you laughed out, throwing your head back as he walked you down the hallway and into your bedroom.

"i won't drop you, love, don't you fret." he shook his head playfully as he plopped you down on the edge of your bed.

you sighed contently as you watched him disappear into your en suite bathroom, coming out with the bottle of micellar water and a cotton wool pad, crouching down infront of you.

without saying anything, he wet the wool pad with the micellar water and helped you wipe the makeup of your face, eliciting a small laugh from you and a smile.

once all your makeup was off he threw the cotton wool pad in the bin and looked at you, "you're so good to me..." you mumbled, titling your head as you smiled at him childishly.

"well, im not prepared to get a bollocking off of you in the morning when you wake up with your makeup on." he laughed out as he stood up.

you flopped back onto the bed with a sigh. "these jeans are so uncomfy.." you grumbled out as you swayed from side to side on the bed, as if the action would somehow wriggle them off of your body.

"you wanna get changed?" he asked, looking down at you as you nodded.

"gimme your hoodie." you practically demanded, crossing your arms as he laughed and shook his head.

"so demanding..." he mumbled, pulling his hoodie off over his head, the shirt that he had on underneath riding up slightly, a sight that caused a slight blush to creep up on your face, despite the flush you originally had from the alcohol in your system.

he walked over and stood infront of you, "arms up." he motioned with his hands as well as his words, with you happily obliging as he pulled the top you were wearing off your torso and over your head, placing it on the bed beside you.

you fumbled with the button of your jeans and unzipped them, laying back and lifting up your hips slightly as he pulled the denim off of your legs in one swift movement, before helping you into his hoodie, which you quickly settled into, the warmth of his body still stuck in the fabric, as well as the subtle scent of his cologne.

you let out a soft hum as you crawled over into your bed, snuggling in under the duvet, your head resting perfectly on the pillows.

"you comfy?" he asked, smiling at your drunken state.

"mhm.." you hummed with a small nod, just as extra reassurance. he nodded slightly as your eyes closed, and he knew you'd quickly drifted off to sleep as he made his way to your bedroom door, flicking the light off on his way out, making sure not to make too much noise when leaving your apartment.

the fresh sunlight woke you up as it filtered through the curtains of your room, the sun just directly shining on you as you rolled over with a groan, trying your hardest to shield yourself from the blinding light.

your eyes fluttered open, settling on the glass of water and paracetamol on the bedside table, a small smile forming on your face, your mind flooding with the memories of the previous night, and just how well harry had taken care of you. looking down at yourself and seeing the hoodie your were wrapped up warm in, quickly identifying it is harry's, causing your smile to grow.

although the smile was quickly overtaken by a frown as the pounding in your head grew. pushing yourself up on your arms slowly, and leaning back against the headboard; you reached over for the glass of water and tablet, desperate for some sort of pain relief.

and all you could thing to yourself was:

harry lewis, the man you are.

[aventurineswife]

Hello, since the request are open, I would like to request for platonic obey me brothers, Specifically to Lucifer and Mammon.

Reader are jealous with the brother's relationship with each other. Sure they're fighting most of the time, but they love and will protect each other no matter what. At first they're good at hiding their jealousy, but eventually they vent to the brothers.

Reader vent that their brother never cared about them. Fighting with each other? It would be a miracle if their brother would actually talk to them for more than 5 minutes. Any attempt to gain his attention are futile. Fall from their bike? Not his problem, wining a sport tournament? Not even a compliment could be heard or see. Hell even when they're in the hospital he doesn't even bother to say get well soon, He never had time and always busy. They thought it's normal, until they saw a healthy sibling relationship would like.

Sorry if it's not a great, I tried to describe it as coherent as possible. Thank you 💕

Somewhere I Belong

Tags: Lucifer x Reader, Mammon x Reader, Hurt/Comfort, Platonic Relationships, Angst with a Happy Ending, Found Family, Sibling Bonding, Emotional Vulnerability, Reader Has a Neglectful Brother, Protective, Soft Lucifer Moments, Mammon Being a Chaotic But Loving Brother.

Warnings: Mentions of Neglect, Emotional Hurt/Comfort (Reader vents about their feelings of loneliness and jealousy), Mild Language (Mammon being Mammon), Lucifer’s Overprotectiveness, Mammon Being Clingy in a Big Brother Way (Reader gets adopted into the family whether they like it or not).

Lucifer was used to dealing with conflicts. As the eldest, it was his duty to maintain order, whether it was stopping Mammon from getting into debt, keeping Satan’s wrath in check, or making sure Belphegor didn’t sleep through an important meeting. The brothers bickered constantly, but when it truly mattered, they stood by each other without question. Their bond, forged through centuries of trials, was something Lucifer both resented and cherished.

But what he didn’t expect was the look in your eyes.

At first, you hid it well. You smiled, laughed at their antics, acted as if nothing was wrong. But Lucifer was observant. He noticed the way your gaze lingered when Mammon, despite whining, still put himself in danger to protect his brothers. The way your hands clenched when Satan, despite his temper, still softened when his younger siblings needed him. The way you looked away when Beel immediately sensed Belphegor was hungry before the latter even spoke.

It all came crashing down one evening when you found yourself alone with Lucifer in his study. You had been quiet all day, and that silence stretched between you like an unspoken question.

"You've been unusually reserved today," Lucifer finally said, setting his paperwork aside. "Is something bothering you?"

You hesitated. You didn't want to talk about it, didn't want to appear weak, but the weight in your chest had become unbearable.

"I just..." You let out a shaky sigh, avoiding his gaze. "I don’t understand. You and your brothers fight all the time, but at the end of the day, you still love each other. You’ll do anything to protect one another, no matter what."

Lucifer tilted his head, his eyes studying you carefully. "That is how family works."

You laughed, but there was no humor in it. "Not mine."

For the first time since you had arrived in the Devildom, you spoke about your past. About the brother who never looked at you the way Lucifer looked at Mammon, even when he was scolding him. The brother who never bickered with you, because he never had time for you in the first place. The brother who never comforted you when you were hurt, never cheered for you when you succeeded, never cared.

Lucifer remained silent, letting you speak, but his gaze darkened. His hands clenched into fists beneath his desk, anger simmering—not at you, but at the neglect you had suffered.

You took a shaky breath, rubbing at your eyes before looking at him with a broken smile. "I thought that was normal. I thought siblings were just like that. But then I saw you guys, and... I realized how much I missed out on."

The silence stretched between you, thick and suffocating. You half-expected Lucifer to scoff, to tell you that you were being foolish. Instead, he stood, stepping closer until he was right in front of you.

"Your pain is valid," he said, voice softer than you'd ever heard it. "And it angers me that you were denied what should have been a fundamental part of your life."

You blinked, surprised at his intensity.

"You are part of this family now," he continued, reaching out. Hesitation flickered in his eyes before his hand rested gently on your head. "That means you are my responsibility as well. And I do not take my responsibilities lightly."

Your breath hitched.

"You may not have had a brother who cared before, but you do now." His fingers curled slightly, as if anchoring you. "You have all of us."

For the first time, the tightness in your chest eased. A warmth, foreign yet comforting, bloomed in its place.

Lucifer would never say it outright, but his actions spoke for themselves.

You were his now. And he would protect you as fiercely as he did his own brothers.

Mammon wasn’t the best at dealing with emotions—especially not his own.

He knew something was up with you, though. You had been acting weird, and not your usual weird. At first, he figured maybe you were just in a bad mood, but it had been going on for days. You weren’t joking around with him as much, your smile didn’t reach your eyes, and—worst of all—you weren’t arguing with him when he called himself "The Great Mammon."

That was when he knew something was seriously wrong.

So, he confronted you the only way he knew how—awkwardly and way too loud.

"Alright, spill it!" Mammon crossed his arms, blocking your way in the hallway. "Ya been actin’ all weird lately, and it’s buggin’ me!"

You frowned. "I don’t know what you’re talking about."

"Bull." He leaned in, squinting at you. "Ya barely even called me an idiot this week!"

You let out a short laugh, but it faded too quickly. Mammon caught it.

He didn’t know what made him push further, but before he could stop himself, he asked, "C’mon, what’s wrong? Ya know ya can talk to me, right?"

Maybe it was the sincerity in his voice. Maybe it was just the right time. Whatever the reason, the words spilled out before you could stop them.

"It’s stupid," you muttered. "I just... I never really had a real sibling."

Mammon blinked. "Huh?"

You sighed, rubbing your arm. "My brother never cared. He never noticed me, never had time for me. I could’ve been dying, and he wouldn’t have even looked up from whatever he was doing." You let out a bitter chuckle. "And then I see you guys. You fight, you annoy each other, but at the end of the day, you care. You protect each other. And I just... I guess I got jealous."

Mammon stared at you, his usual bravado fading into something softer.

Then, without warning, he reached out and ruffled your hair.

"Yer an idiot."

You scowled. "Excuse me—?"

"Ya got me now, don’t ya?" Mammon grinned, though there was something surprisingly genuine in his voice. "So what if your bro was a jerk? That just means I gotta be the best damn big bro ya could ever ask for!"

You blinked at him, stunned. "You—what?"

"Ya heard me!" He puffed out his chest. "The Great Mammon ain't just some regular demon—I'm yer big bro now! And trust me, I ain't gonna ignore ya."

Something warm blossomed in your chest.

"...You’re serious?"

"Duh!" Mammon scoffed, ruffling your hair again. "Ya better get used to it, 'cause now you’re stuck with me."

For the first time in a long time, you felt something close to happiness.

Maybe, just maybe, you finally had a brother who cared.

[thewriteadviceforwriters]

Do you have any tips on writing a character that can be a bit quiet and weird/quirky yet confrontational and loud. She bites and picks her fingers when very anxious but she’s also a confident, and brave character who fights for what’s right and what she wants. I have a difficulty mixing a character’s personality sometimes, and wondered if you had any tips to help? :)

On Creating Beautifully Contradictory Characters ✨

Hey writer friend! Rin here.

I LIVE for these questions! 💕

Here's the thing about characters (and people). we're not single-note beings who fit into neat little boxes. The most real characters exist in the in-between spaces.

Let's talk about how to make this work...

The secret to contradictory character traits

What makes a character feel REAL isn't consistency. it's coherence.

• Your character doesn't need to be the same in every situation

• What they need is an emotional core that makes sense of their seemingly opposing behaviors

• Think of their personality as a constellation, not a straight line

When I'm developing characters like this, I always start with their wounds and values. What do they care about SO DEEPLY that it would make a normally quiet person raise their voice? What hurts have they experienced that make them bite their fingers when anxious?

Some practical ways to blend these traits

• Give her specific triggers for each mode. Maybe she's quiet in casual social settings but finds her voice when someone's being mistreated.

• Create physical transitions between states. How does her body language shift when moving from quiet observer to vocal defender? Does she take a deep breath? Square her shoulders?

• The finger-biting anxiety habit is actually perfect. it can be the bridge between her quiet and loud states. Maybe it's what she does while gathering courage before speaking up.

• Show us moments where BOTH traits are present at once. She can be nervously biting her fingers WHILE confronting someone.

What NOT to do (because it's boring)

Please don't fall into these traps:

• Don't make her "usually quiet except when..." That's not a complex character, that's just situational behavior.

• Don't explain away her contradictions with trauma (unless that's genuinely part of her story). Not every character trait needs a tragic backstory!

• Don't make her self-conscious about her contradictions. She doesn't need to apologize for being both quiet and loud.

Let's make some word magic happen

Try writing a scene where:

We first see her in her quiet, observing mode

Something happens that triggers her sense of justice

We witness her internal thought process as she decides to speak up

She exhibits her anxious behavior (finger biting) while ALSO stepping into her confrontational mode

Afterward, she returns to quietness, but it feels different now

The magic happens in those transition moments. That's where readers will fall in love with her complexity.

Remember this always

The most memorable characters aren't the ones who are consistently anything. They're the ones who surprise us while still feeling true to themselves.

Your character's contradictions aren't flaws to fix or explain away. they're what make her human. They're what make readers say "I KNOW her" even if they've never met anyone exactly like her.

So embrace those contradictions. Let her be quiet AND loud. Let her be anxious AND brave. Let her be fully, messily human.

I hope this post helped you

-Rin T.

[skreel-the-red-thing]

OKAY time for a review. I was… midly convinced by the sequel. In my opinion it’s a not so bad movie plagued by a not so good writing. I’m going to be vulgar at some point, don’t mind me that’s my way of coping. Let’s dive.

MIND THE SPOILERS OFC

What’s bad :

- Let’s adress the elephant in the room to get rid of it : « Nile can remove immortality » is bullshit. It's so stupid, it means that if by mistake she hurts Joe or Nicky in training then paf ! RIP gay people. I don’t buy it and I don’t think anybody here does. I understand they needed a threat for the gang, but why not just threaten them to lock them up in iron coffins, Quynh’s style ? Like, you established the worst fate for an immortal in  the first movie, why not use it again ?

- Speaking of Quynh. My girl is out of water with no trauma, speaking perfect english (language of those who locked her up. Mh.) and not insane ? Eh, a bit disappointing.

- No enough labrys in my opinion.

- Booker. Booker, Booker, Booker. He's my favorite character so I'm very pissed off *spit a bullet*. Ngl, I expected him to die and it didn't seem like such a bad idea. BUT THE EXECUTION WAS TERRIBLE. My man deserved so much better, he has almost no development, no redemption arc and he dies like shit, mostly out of selfishness: he knew Andy was as tired of life as he was, but he preferred to die and hand her the hot potato without asking her opinion. Erf. Also they both could have walked through that door, the “sacrifice” doesn't make any sense I'M GOING TO BREAK SOMETHING

- JoeNicky try not be captured challenge.

- Also Joe and Nicky had an argument at the beginning of the movie about Booker and Joe lying, and they made up while talking about something entirely different LIKE HELLO? The conflict isn't resolved here. It was cute tho, we like declaration and foreheads touch.

- HOWEVER. Nicky saying "ti amo" and Joe not responding ? DO YOU WANT ME TO GO TO THERAPY ?? Joe, when your husband says "ti amo", even if you feel guilty because you're lying to him, you say "ti amo" back.

- Do I need to point out what a flat character Discord is? I couldn't care less about her. Even pharma bro in the first film was more menacing.

- WHERE'S COPLEY? Like at the end, the guy might be dead, we don't know. Schrödinger's Copley.

- Tuah is... here. He has potential, but he's underdeveloped, so I don't have much to say. From my point of view, he's a bit of cannon fodder for the next film, to sacrifice his immortality to Quynh.

- Shall we talk about the dreams  stuff ? Well, it never really made any sense, either in the first film or in the comics. Like Nile dreams about Quyhn but Booker don’t ? Weird. And now ? Oh boy. Tuah dreaming about all the others but they don’t. And Discord ? Seriously, when you set up a mythology, you've got to make it logical, otherwise how are we suppose to write coherent fanfictions afterwards?

- I fucking HATE cliffhangers. Especially since  we've waited 5 years for this movie, and knowing Netflix's cancellation policy. At any point, Joe, Nicky, Nile and Tuah remain in a vacuum packing for eternity because we won't get a third movie.

NOW WHAT’S GOOD !

- Okay. I complain a lot, but I was super happy to see the sequel and to get to see again these characters that I love so much. I'm waiting for third movie to bring them all back to me. Yes, even you Booker. I'm delulu about him.

- I liked the vibe a lot ! It was less dark than the first movie, with more moments to breathe and appreciate the atmosphere between the characters. Special mention to the dinner scene after the first mission, I'm delighted to know that drunk Nicky snores like a boar.

- The film was more beautiful and colorful than the first one, and direction was better in my opinion, especially the fight scenes and choreography.

- NILE IS COOL! Her McGuffin role sucks, but it's not her fault, and besides that every time she was on screen I was like “damn, what a gigantic charisma she got!” . My girl is so stunning it hurts. Also the double spear ? Made for her.

- I still like Booker more than anything. I still like the fact that he jumped the second he had the opportunity to end himself. I just think it could have been handled better.

- « Has she spoken of me ? » « She never stopped. » MAYBE I DIED THERE.

- I'm relieved to finally have the answer to the question “If they cut off a limb, how does it heal?” and for that I thank Joe's thumb and Booker's head in the maze.

- I didn't get any sapphic kiss and that’s a shame, but the AndyQuynh relationship was cool anyway. Special mention to the whole reunion sequence, with Andy passing through the eras with the team in background, it was the most beautiful part of the movie.

- The soundtrack was better handled than in the first film. It doesn't look like much, but for me it was a major flaw, so I'm glad they've sorted it out.

IN CONCLUSION it was... okay. Now let's go another five years of waiting.

[odileeclipse]

HIII HELLO ODELIE!!! Hope You're having a nice day/night, especially after that card incident! I'm gonna get straight to the point, because quite frankly, I'm very bad at starting up messages (and this is probably my 2nd or 3rd ask on Tumblr, EVER)– I LOVE the way You portray the reader in Your Sage of Truth fanfic! I'm personally more of a Pure Vanilla gal myself–something about him scratches my brain in just the right way (another reason I love Your blog <3 ), but Your Sage of Truth characterization.... Amazing. Jaw dropping. Makes me giggle and kick my feet like a lovesick schoolgirl. Just the right amount of compassionate & understanding, and ABSOLUTELY intimidating (because of both his patience AND authority). BUT! Back to the reader; I really enjoy that we can actually see them STRUGGLE. We can see the gears turning in their head, the knowledge doesn't just come to them with a snap of the finger or materialize in their head out of thin air. They have to work for it, and oh boy, do they work HARD! When it comes to the teacher/student, or mentor/protégée trope–I notice that the readers (who are most often the students/protégées in question) are often quite glamorized, so to speak. In a lot of fanfics with said trope, we don't really see the struggle of a student desperately trying to keep up with their peers, feeling like they are somehow worse or dumber for not immediately understanding hard concepts and ideas. And don't get me wrong, not every fanfic has to show that! But I have to say, I found it quite comforting–to see a reader that a LOT of people, myself included, can relate to. Someone who IS more than willing to learn– but someone who also needs time, patience, and compassion too.

And on another note; I ADORE their little friend group, too. Reminds me so much of my own friends and how we jokingly bully each other. Hazelnut Biscotti is an absolute mood.

Hope this message was somewhat coherent and understandable! English isn't my first language, but I tried EXTRA hard to show just how much I love your work lmao!

– ⚜️anon

You know what's really funny I'm a pure vanilla person too but my audience seems to really really love shadow milk cookie, which I love both and found myself almost faltering and betraying Pure Vanilla but I am true to myself and at heart Pure Vanilla is my #1!

The sage of truth to me is someone who is kind and compassionate, the reason he isn't as theatrical right now currently in the story is because he isn't particularly close to the reader yet so he isn't going to disrupt the boundary of student and tutor because we haven't gotten there yet. But also, in the KR version (I've said before I go based off of the KR voice lines) he is more soft-spoken less theatrical and a lot more kind. His voice lines reflect that, but the tone is just so much kinder, and it has this sense he always wants to see people enlightened with knowledge and encouraging other cookies to disagree with him. Of course, he will ask for evidence and all that jazz. And this gives me a chance to address some questions I've gotten frequently, the (y/n) or mc or whatever anyone prefers, is NOT stupid. And to the people who asked no this is not me reprimanding you because I understand however, I wanted this to be realistic. Think about it being at an academy where "The Sage of Truth" is I imagine it's a very competitive place to be and the classes are extremely difficult the reader got there somehow which means no they are not dumb but the academic life at a rigorous level is difficult for anyone.

I also wanted to reflect on how hard it is that some professors do in fact call out students who don't know the material, but I know a majority of them do it because they want to see you succeed. I think I did include that the reader had been previously attending office hours with Professor Almond Custard Cookie if not this is now canon to the story. Which is why the professor knows them by name and calls on them in class. It has definitely happened to me before irl too except I don't know why my professor knows my name...I guess it's because I was in a discussion section with them...anyways I rambled but my point is I wanted to make an interesting story about what I think Shadow Milk could have been like while using my own experiences to shape the story, which is only really in the academic sense.

I also wanted to base the cookies on friends I have now and have had in the past, I didn't really want them to come across as yes men to the reader but as actual friends and what I think is the most fun dynamic between friends. I wanted the cookies in the story to seem like they were their own thing. Reading all of this I didn't mean for all of this to come out poetically or anything, but I really am passionate about writing.

Thank you for the kind words and for allowing me to reflect on this story, I really do appreciate and love when people send in long messages like this concerning anything really...Thank you for reading my story and enjoying it I hope today's update will keep you guys full for the next 2-3 days!!! I'm glad you put in the effort to ask anything it's a lot more meaningful than you think <3

-Odile

[to-be-a-dreamer]

I talked about this in the tags of a reblog but I need to expand on this because my brain is vibrating and it's all Hank Freaking Green's fault. This will not be coherent at all just roll with it.

I don't know if it was on purpose or not but the scene where The Fix and Pasha were flirting by exchanging fun facts did so so much for the Fix's character in my mind because like. Pasha is the only character we've seen who had a positive response to the Fix's fun facts right off the bat. (Presumably the orphans at the Home for Wayward Interests had positive responses but I'm specifically talking about on-screen reactions.)

The targets that the Fix talks to are so terrified by his facts that they just disintegrate on the spot. The DA is mildly annoyed at best by them. Even the other Prefrontal PIs are freaked out or confused by them at first. It takes a couple episodes for them to come around to his fun facts, especially after "half the bones in your body" one. It takes them some time to realize that that's just how The Fix communicates his thoughts and ideas. He uses his fun facts as a way to connect and bond with friends just as much as he uses them to intimidate his targets.

But Pasha is the first person we see and, presumably, one of the only people in The Fix's life to hear one of his facts and not only immediately accept and understand it to be a method of conversation, but to also respond with a fact of their own and have an entire conversation with The Fix in the way he feels most comfortable.

We've seen so many times that The Fix goes out of his way to try and appear less threatening or even avoid people altogether because he knows most people are scared of him because of his appearance. It takes him so long to convince the other Prefontal PIs that he's really not going to hurt Conrad (compare how quickly Dan is a part of the group and how his motives are never questioned despite how vocal he is about hating Conrad and being all too eager to turn him over to the police and/or have him murdered to how long it takes The Fix) and he doesn't even seem hurt by the idea that all these people think he would murder a child when he's clearly a very kind and loving person, especially to children.

He's just. Come to terms with the fact that everyone's first impression of him will be this big intimidating presence who enjoys hurting people. But he's not. He's just passionate about his job, like everyone else in the city. It just happens to be that his job is to keep Elias focused, which means letting go of the butterfly tails. When he's tasked with eliminating someone who doesn't seem like they need to be eliminated, he immediately stops and questions the case. As far as I can tell, he doesn't like to kill people, he doesn't do it for fun. He does it because that's his job, literally the only thing he was made to do. But he's come to accept that most people will always be afraid of him because of that job.

And then he meets Pasha, who immediately accepts his form of communication without question or confusion. Who isn't afraid or intimidated by him. Who isn't just entertaining his fun facts but is actively engaging and returning with her own. She is the first person (who isn't a child, who is the Fix's peer) that The Fix could talk to without having to explain himself. The first person who wasn't afraid or confused or annoyed by the way he expresses himself.

Like. I dunno I imagine it would almost be like moving to a foreign country as a child and not being able to speak in your native language because every time you do people are suspicious of you or annoyed that you aren't speaking the local language or just plain don't understand you, even if they're trying to be kind about it. And it's harder to explain yourself and express your thoughts in this new language but you learn and you adapt because it's the only way to survive. Then you meet someone who speaks your language. Someone who allows you to speak freely and for the first time you can actually express yourself fully and easily. And they're speaking back to you in the language you think in and for once you don't have to translate everything before you say it out loud and after you hear it. I think that would feel so freeing.

So yeah, I'm guessing that scene was supposed to be a silly goofy one-off gag that's just funny and cute but it genuinely means so much to me. Truly I don't get people who say The Fix isn't as deep or interesting as the other characters he is FACINATING to me and this isn't even touching on his relationship with Conrad or what he might be feeling after learning Ichabod was Pasha's brother. (If it gets revealed that Ichabod was one of The Fix's first hits I will lose it.)

Thank you for coming to my late-night nonsense ramblings I hope I was mildly entertaining

[my-rose-tinted-glasses]

Rose Recaps Rose Tinted Glasses It's been three months since I made a post thanking this community for being a place for me to share my love of BL.

And since then, every day I feel a little bit more comfortable here.

This place is so special to me for so many reasons and the fact that I found it is a small miracle. I was talking with my friend Neely about something BL related and they told me that they think I'm doing much better since I came here. So thanks again.

I was never a part of any online fandom. And before BL I never really felt like I was missing something. Maybe because I always found someone irl that I could freak out about whatever I was watching I never really felt the need to go look.

And the people here are exceptionally kind. Before, I made a point to never engage much online, except for certain support groups, because of the hate that sometimes exists in certain spaces. So I was very much surprised by the kind humans that exist in this bl fandom in this corner of the internet.

Also. There is some serious brilliant people here. Look giffing is not easy, it takes a long time, sometimes you spend so much time with a set only to hate it by the end and never posting it. And sometimes you post something and you're really proud and crickets. And sometimes you post it just so it doesn't go to waste and all of a sudden it explodes. It's all part of the magic.

I keep my sets pretty simple so I'm in awe of how some people make these beautiful art pieces with layers and colouring and typography. It's incredible and I applaud your creativity and patience.

Speaking of brilliance, I'm constantly in awe of the meta writers. That shit is not easy.

It takes way longer than we think, to make it neat and readable, adding gifs or shots to illustrated a point, sometimes wasting so much time finding the gif you want in the mess that is the gif search (I understand it now, cause yesterday I was on the hunt and it would've been quicker to make the damn gifs), and reviewing it before posting, changing it in the process, sometimes leaving it in drafts because the idea is not completed. I'm tired just thinking about this. I'm not able to do that. Sure I can talk for hours about this stuff but actually organize my ideas into a coherent point of view and writing it down. Nope. Not me. So bravo meta writers. I applaud you.

And of course all the people that share the stuff that really matters. Like the colours, the wardrobe, the places we see, the news about what's coming, language nuances, pictures of the pretty people in sometimes ridiculous or beautiful outfits, sometimes the pretty people before shirts were invented, and some of the funniest commentary I ever encountered.

I don't wanna single people out by tagging them because truly there are way too many. So I just want to thank some people that helped me navigate this place and made this time so enjoyable. First and foremost. @twig-tea You were the first person I talked to here and you were so kind and patient with me and my awkwardness and lack of knowledge of how this place works. She also writes great meta and is brilliant and everyone should be following her. @lurkingshan because of the Sahara-Sensei post that you tagged me in and made me feel so seen. @pharawee because IFYLITA just wouldn't have been the same without your sets. @respectthepetty because she helped get the colour coded subs right and she appreciates the bokeh in all its glory. @itsallaboutbl for screaming with me in portuguese. @mikuni14 Because she's been so incredible kind to me. @iguessitsjustme because of many reasons. And If I ever reblogged anything from you, consider yourself tagged in this post. All of you are amazing. And finally...

@blmpff for a lot but mostly for the most unexpected and incredible moment I experienced in this short time. The day that a bird took over my dash. Khun Feathers was such a treat and this masterpiece was the highlight of the day.

image by @blmpff It's been a wonderful year and I look forward to see what happens tomorrow. Wishing you all a happy new year!💜

[dushpshpsh]

Okay, okay, I took my time to tune into the right wavelength before starting to talk about our campaign here

The biggest block for me has been, and still is, the need to translate my stream of thoughts into English, which inevitably leads to cutting down my vocabulary of a back-alley bydlo. But I’ve come up with a compromise! In cases where I can’t find a sufficiently funny translation for a particular phrase, I’ll leave it in the original language and explain its meaning.

While I’m learning to structure my thoughts into coherent text, you’re learning my Russian curses. Everyone’s going to suffer.

First, let me introduce you to our party in more detail:

Tenurr-la — my character, you already know her. A young Khajiit of the Om-Rat variety. She grew up in the Mages Guild of Leyawiin from an early age, and she doesn't know her parents. Born under the sign of the Serpent, she studies the stars and dreams of entering the University of Magic. She's sharp-tongued and doesn’t filter her speech much, not really caring that her directness might offend someone. In reality, she knows when and what to say and what not to, but she doesn't care to think about her words.

Versed-in-Herbs (shortened to "Otrava") — an @aethismantis 's Argonian from Black Marsh, a talented alchemist who took everything she could from her mentor and went to Cyrodiil to study. A completely logical, mathematical being driven by practicality. Literally a true neutral. Many social rituals that we use are incomprehensible to her, but she’s learning them and refers to us as her "pack" (I’m not crying, I’m not crying)

Mistery Landau — a Dunmer and talented battle mage, Tenurr’s friend from their Guild. His past is shrouded in mystery, even to him, but despite his cold, aristocratic demeanor and destructive power in battle, he's incredibly kind and socially awkward — a sweet boy. Until he was 16, he lived in isolation in his father’s library, who mysteriously disappeared, and only recently began to explore the wider world and learn how to communicate. And his friends are a cat who doesn’t watch her speech and an autistic lizard. The bro was doomed from the start. Recently, we learned that Mistery’s father sold his soul to Vermina in exchange for his own, and that’s why Mistery has been plagued by terrible nightmares all his life. Now his father is dead and abandoned him out of shame. Father of the year, really

Alexius Diero — this is an NPC Imperial who travels with us. A former captain of the Imperial Guard with terrible bad luck in life. Bro has really been through the wringer by the time he hit forty, and he blames the Serpent sign under which he was born, just like Tenurr. Strictly speaking, the dates of his worst streaks of misfortune really did coincide with the nights when the Serpent slithered across the stone near Leyawiin, so Alexius (or as we affectionately call him, Leha) was determined to find a way to change his birth sign. He was, because Tenurr convinced him otherwise, and I’ll make a separate post about it later, hehe Leha is a simple, honest man with a strong sense of duty, but an absolute emotional log, shaped by life. And he’s also Tenurr’s love interest, which is a problem for both of them because they’re both too proud 🤗 And for Tenurr, this is her first crush 💕

[if-loki-was-a-fox]

I just randomly found ur blog and am now OBSESSED with the whole avian!mumbo concept

…….tell me everything there needs to be known abt it please I want to draw little bird boy (even tho my main way of doodlin mumbo is vampire but I WANT BIRD)

(apologies for the ramble I live laugh love moustache man)

(here's the previous avian!mumbo post for anyone curious)

It has taken me far too long to get the chance to respond to this ask and I have been so impatient because adjsaklfhaskghjd someone actually saw and enjoyed my unedited babbling about avian!mumbo :')

anyways I think I already said most of what I have coherent ideas on, and the rest is just nebulous vibes and happiness and fluff and hurt/comfort potential, but! I can share doodles and also reiterate/expand upon stuff I have already said

(putting it below a cut so I can make it soso long)

WING FLAPPIES!! I feel like this would definitely be something he'd appreciate about having wings, because I feel like it would be a more satisfying expression of emotion than like. stomping or bouncing or whatever. He would also totally struggle to control his avian body language, you can read his wings/ears/tail like a book, he's so unused to paying attention to and stifling his bird gestures. (Grian finds this beyond hilarious especially, because he can read Mumbo even better than everyone else being another avian)

His wings are red and black, though I haven't entirely decided if I'm gonna switch which goes where to make it match Grian's wings better. Since Grian is a Scarlet Macaw, Mumbo really ought to be too, but that would look just. so goofy. with his color scheme

AND SPEAKING OF LOOKING GOOFY- his wings look so silly for the first couple weeks. Until the feathers grow in properly, they're just kind of gradually more fluffy. raw chicken. wings. stuck to his back. because that's what baby parrots look like apparently! And then also pin feathers, before finally being pretty feathery bird wings

He also just accidentally passively collects the other members of Boatem's clothes. Grian does this too, but intentionally. Mumbo just does it without realizing and then gets confused about it because he doesn't understand the whole nesting thing, so someone else has to explain it to him

Oh and Mumbo tries to just go about his life without any changes or accommodations for his wings at first, because he doesn't want to ruin his clothes or generally have to change his routines. Grian and the others do not put up with this and persuade him to take proper care of the wings instead (<- this is a constant uphill battle for months)

On a more overarching note, Mumbo initially Does Not Like the wings, because they're just tiny and kind of ugly things that get in the way of his elytra and make him have to get all his shirts edited and they don't really do anything but cause him problems. Then once the wings start getting feathers and stuff and they have to start making preparations for learning to fly, it kind of becomes a bit of a bonding thing that brings Boatem together, with Mumbo starting to get used to them and accept them, and everyone else being able to help out with their care some (preening, stretches and exercises...).

Ultimately (probably sometime around HC 9), Mumbo ends up quite loving his wings in the long run. Once they're fully grown they're actually pretty impressive (since he's so tall they end up being a fair bit larger than Grian's, much to his annoyance) and Mumbo ends up putting a fair bit of effort into their upkeep and keeping them all nice looking (at least, when he's not too busy with other projects). He does still find a bunch of the other avian traits a little embarrassing (nesting, chirping, dietary restrictions, wings giving away his thoughts...) but he gets used to them.

[thevegetablewhichnoonedaresname]

I saw The Wild Robot a few days ago, and I think I would need to see it again to know how I feel about it. Visually, it was gorgeous: the coloring, layout, animation, effects, etc etc were all just a treat to look at, and while it seems to be following the recent trend of blending aspects of 2D and 3D, it's stylistically distinct from the others. Like Puss in Boots: The Last Wish, it would've been worth seeing for the art alone even if everything else had sucked. I felt like the score was doing a lot of heavy lifting in terms of narrative and emotion as well. I did cry a couple times in the theater.

That said, I couldn't help but be hung up on the writing the whole time I was watching it. It often felt too straightforward and preachy. There were multiple times where a character would make a statement about an emotion and I would wish that we had instead gotten to witness the emotion for thirty seconds instead. (To be clear, this isn't an issue with Roz or overly literal robot speech styles: that's my jam and I love it. All characters were guilty.) This would ruin most movies for me, but again, the art and music were carrying so hard that I'd end up feeling the emotion anyway.

It also felt like the pacing was strange: it felt very storybookish in that one thing happened and then another thing happened and then another thing happened and now the movie's over. There were three climaxes: Brightbill's migration, Roz saving all the animals from the blizzard, and the final robot fight, but all of them felt like they were fairly equally weighted so each subsequent one felt less impactful because, what, again?

I feel like I would have liked the movie better if:

1. Less dialogue period. Maybe Roz is the only one who speaks, and the animals communicate through body language. If they must talk, maybe rather than learning animal language through a scan in a montage, Roz slowly learns their language throughout the film from the ones she's close to. I feel like that would've been more impactful for their relationships and the theme of Roz having to learn how to do things differently than she was programmed to. (see footnote)

2. If they took out that stupid old freaking goose. Mentor death was a layer that did not really add to the movie, the goose wasn't there long enough for me to care, and having one old goose who doesn't hate Brightbill for some reason doesn't really help connect him to the other geese at all. Have him form a connection with someone rather than having this wise old grandpa bird show up out of nowhere for no good reason. I'm not even glad he died because I'd rather he hadn't been in the movie at all.

3. Give the movie a little more time and use it wisely. Everything is in montage form. Give us a couple non-montage scenes of the characters doing stuff together so it's more impactful when they break up. Alternatively, take away at least one of the three climaxes so the focus doesn't feel so scattershot.

4. Tie the human civilization into the themes more. I don't think there should actually be humans in the movie, but there seems to be something there about how the animals learn they're stronger together, and the human civilization seems to have sealed itself away from nature in biodomes (probably for safety from the effects of climate change), and they chase the geese away, unlike Roz, who takes all the forest animals into her own dome-shaped house. But like, the humans seem to be doing fine. I feel like it'd be way more interesting if there were background glimpses of things beginning to fall apart juxtaposed with the shiny advertisement videos for the robots. I think it'd help make that theme of outward focus and making the world a better place stand out more.

In conclusion, I do think it's a very beautiful and worthwhile movie to see. However, it could have been a masterpiece with less heavyhanded writing and tighter, more coherent theming and plot. And that kinda bugs me. It could've been perfect.

(Footnote: Pet peeve territory, but it also would've made more sense. Roz is presumably programmed to pick up human language with grammar and syntax, and while I'm willing to suspend my disbelief for talking animals in an animated movie, they are absolutely not talking like humans would be even if they appear to be speaking English for the audience's convenience. That montage literally showed Roz doing like a find-and-replace language reconstruction on those little projector screens, and like... really? Animals have a language that is analogous to human language structures and nobody has put that together yet or it would be in Roz's database. Shut up. People have been WISHING animal communication worked like that for ages, but it doesn't. No way algorithms designed for human language syntax structures would work on animals and no one would know. Either handwave it completely or get me a semi-satisfying explanation; don't put that crap on the screen and force me to think about it.)

[iridescentis]

VIOLETTA EP5 WOOOO

i love the theme song so much

i love the way ludmila calls tómas 'tom' in a british accent im not sure why she does but it's very funny

ewww gregorio you don't just take someone's glasses off and keep them wtf man

bro broke her heart already and they haven't even spoken longer than 5 minutes get your head out of your ass tómas

i love the dynamic with jade and mati (i think that's his name? that's what she said at least) they are so chaotic

what is león wearing

oh wonderful another boy saving violetta we really need that but also THAT'S HOW YOU LEAVE SOMEONE AFTER HELPING THEM, THAT WAS SWEET!

sir i dont think you can just expel someone because you want to

jade is so much fun

violetta i love you but what the fuck was that dramatic ass run upstairs honey

SHE HAS A POINT if she told him what happened she'd be grounded or something

fran you are embarrassing yourself

my loves <333 they can do no wrong i adore them

oh nooo the second embarrassment is killing me tómas what are you doing???

STOP CUTTING HER OFF what do you mean 'you speak the same language' YOU THINK HER NAME IS OLGA AND THAT SHE WORKS THERE YOU ARE SPEAKING YOUR OWN LANGUAGE SIR

IM SORRY GREGORIO THROWING A TANTRUM IS SO FUNNY sir as i said previously you need wine and a bath hun

okay...so león is planning to steal violetta from tómas who doesn't even have her in the first place do any of these kids have coherent thoughts

awh i could cry over angie and vilu they are the sweetest

pablo if you are in love with angie please say it now i would like to plan your future for you <3333 THE WAY HE LOOKS AT HER

why does everyone think it is the end of the world for violetta to like a boy like this is really not a big thing

angie... this is not an endearing moment he is a bad father please run I REPEAT THIS IS NOT ENDEARING HE IS A BAD FATHER

girl...honey... stalking is not the key to a boyfriend

SIR ARE YOU IN LOVE WITH MY WIFE??? FUCK OFF THAT IS MY WIFE

YOU CAN'T HUNT YOUR DAUGHTER'S 'BOYFRIEND' THAT'S NOT HOW LIFE WORKS

i love the mixed song

LET HER LIVE LIKE SHE SAID MAN WHY IS SHE BEING IMPRISONED

pablo needs a raise for dealing with all of this

YES ANGIE TELL HIM

OH??? ARE WE FINALLY GOING TO THE SCHOOL?? please for fuck sake it's been five episodes can we please go to the school violetta

ALRIGHTY THAT'S IT :D

[mjjune]

Hi buddy! Its Athena, I'm sending this out to all my mutuals - what got you into writing, what inspires you, who inspires you and what music inspires you to write? what do you love about writing?

Hello new mutual!!

Oh man, I don't know what got me into writing other than it's just how my brain works, and even before I could physically write, I think I just knew that I needed a lot of words, and stories, to get the ideas across the way that they needed to. I think that's really what I love most about writing, is that it seems to be the best way for me to communicate and get the ideas I'm exploring across to others in a way that's actually coherent. Speaking just doesn't work for me. Writing does. And finally having others see and understand these ideas the way I understand them is why I write.

My friends inspire me, my favorite authors inspire me, other languages inspire me, my favorite music inspires me! Writers here on writeblr inspire me <3

[khaosophist]

Thank you for sharing.

The strength this woman exhudes. her nudity, and position giving a sense of vulnerability. Her laying on her own wing for comfort gives a sense of being habituated with solitude. Then, there are the flowers and life in contrast to her fleshy monster colours. She is natural, yet stands out in nature. Where does she come from? Is she okay? The subtle scales. The webbed tail, and dorsal fins showing an adaptive being alongside it's wings, claws, and talons. The fact her hair is closer in colour to the nature around her is as if the most anthropormorphizing aspect of her is her hair, and not her torso. The freaking relationship between her frailer arms and her strong claws. I love this girl. But she doesn't exist. But then I have trans-existential leanings so, I don't know. I hope she has sharky teeth! NOM!

Is she sapient? At what point is one meeting a monster girl rather than studying one? If she's sapient, then what language does she speak? How does her age come into play? How far does definition go for characterization?

What is a monster girl?

I think I was first introduced to the concept of 'Monster Girl' because of monster girl quest. I remember losing on purpose, and eventually moved away from it as it became clear it's intended audience became more niche. When I think about how it was presented in the monster girl encyclopedia it was like the fantasy to me was that sexuality became something uncontrollable, like there was a partner out there that was just going to be obssessed with their partner no matter how bad they are because they need sex, or die. Even then, the way the monsters were set up, some clearly were set up with certain features for different interests. Man, there's so much sexual assault in those areas. I'm glad I moved away from that. Now it's just about them, how they live as beings. It reminds me of how tentacle hentai was, I think, to me, almost always sexual assault. That led me again to add consent to these situations. The absence of monster boys in my experience with MGQ and MGE ironically showed how being masculine was basically being seen as a sexual object, or a tool. The roles reversed showed a way that women could feel. Surrounded by monsters that think they need sex, demand sex, take sex, using their interests, and context, to rationalize their entitlement.

So we have fiction giving space to sexual assault. I removed it. Adding (Enthusiastic) consent, and Equalising monster girls with monster boys, (And removing the shotacon aspect) made it more palatable to me. How does one woo a hellhound, a woman like the one in this piece? Respect them? Understand them? Extending empathy, affection, friendship based on interests, and context. How would cross-species interactions work?

One constant was how most were just anthropomorphic. So how would consent work between vastly different species? In truth these questions are rhetorical for myself. In the sense that I don't really care about a coherent answer because it's fantasy. But that doesn't mean no fantastical questions should be answered coherently.

The child in me wants to give her a big old steak, or a big sandwich...I want her to protect me, and I want to protect her. We could fly as much as swim! A primordial force. I'd hope she liked me...Maybe even romantically...I'd be honest about my feelings, and hope we can grow as people together.

Another aspect of monster girls is how their qualities are transferred through metaphor to personality like we can sometimes see in furry fandoms through the choice of animal in a fursona. However, I realize some may just be characters. Lol. Projection!

Anyways, fursonas and mobsonas are like philosophical homunculi, rather than represent the sensitivity of senses, they represent our sensitivity to ideas. A good example is shown in "Homunculus", however: it is more humanist in it's treatment of trauma, where the protagonist just sees the person WITHOUT a homunculi when the trauma is dealt with.

I love monster girls.

Tired tired

I liked this girl's colors so I wanted to draw her again. One more time and I'll need to think of a name ^^

[borom1r]

ace attorney asks!! (I'm sorry you're having a night,, I hope it doesn't stay that way ❤❤) ummm I would actually love to hear if you have any side/case-specific characters you're fond of and why!! & if you'd like smth more specific, I would love to hear abt either maya + miles bestie-isms or maybe how you think franziska & phoenix's relationship is after he and miles are officially together!!!

I feel like this is sooo obvious but Jake Marshal!! also Ron and Dessie DeLite!

idk that I have a lot of specific Thoughts abt them but they were all rlly standout characters to me

I also enjoyed Hugh and Robin, actually— Robin is so transfem to me. in my heart of hearts she’s trans 💞

there r honestly so many characters I wld love to see Come Back who like, obviously Won’t but still. Godot I am biting u soso much. this is not coherent im sorry but I would rlly truly genuinely love a prequel focusing on Mia n Diego like pleeeeeeease!!! PLEASE!!!!!!! give Mia her own game for realsies it’s what she deserves 😩

+ like OUGH. Maya Miles bestie hours.. I think, particularly early on wrt him n Phoenix reconnecting, he can be.. not more GENUINE per se, but he certainly puts less pressure on himself to try and hit some like. ideal the way he does w Phoenix. and not even necessarily consciously, but like, Maya doesn’t have this idealized childhood savior version of him propped up in her head.

and this is like, Me Projecting bc hey I can do that :3 but I’ve started trying 2 like. give myself more space to actually BE nonverbal when im overstimulated instead of forcing myself to maintain verbal communication— and I think Maya knows sign language from her childhood with Mia (Mia figuring out quickly that it was a good way for them to communicate if/when Maya went non-verbal— and Mia probably being the only person she felt comfortable signing with bc, well, she’s so bubbly and outgoing and really, she can’t POSSIBLY be non-verbal, they all know the moment she TRIES she’ll be talking their ears off!! So Maya forces herself to talk around the adults and signed with Mia).

and her recognizing overstimulation in Miles before he’s even really giving himself the space to recognize it himself— coming over to annoy him because he NEVER visits Phoenix and she gets it but she MISSES him and… stopping when she sees the way his shoulders hunch and his fingers clench around his pen and he’s staring pointedly at the papers on his desk because he’s been TRYING to focus, trying to force himself to function like a NORMAL adult (except not really; he’s aiming for Von Karma standards whether he wants to admit it or not and that’s not exactly normal). Maya gently tapping the desk to get him to look and signing, and the mixture of relief and sheer confusion when he realizes she’s providing accommodations he’d never admit to needing while also having absolutely no idea what she just said.

That first evening passes with Maya signing while speaking softly, and Miles writing his responses on a spare notepad, but slowly he learns more and more from her until he’s practically fluent too— they can spend a whole evening conversing about the chaos of the legal world and the equally chaotic reworks to Steel Samurai lore without ever saying a word out loud, and those are moments Miles always treasures

(and, when Phoenix stops him one night when he’s particularly overstimulated, clumsily signing “it’s okay, Maya’s teaching me” Miles feels so grateful to know her that he could, possibly, cry. He admits to nothing, but he does text her that she’s his favorite person in the world. She quickly responds “we both know that’s actually Nick, but ily2 ^u^” and it’s definitely one of those moments where it hits him that he Has A Family Now, For The First Time In Years)

ALSO Maya feels very much like the kind of person to say “I love you” very liberally. Especially because of how young she lost Mia + feeling like she didn’t let her sister know enough, even if her feelings are complicated. so I’m sure you can imagine the sort of (very hushed) gossip that goes around whenever people catch Maya leaving (Miles giving her a one armed hug and unable to stop himself from smiling a little even as he TRIES to glower intimidatingly at his subordinates while Maya exclaims “okay BYE Mr. Edgeworth LOVE YOU!! Good luck in court, you better come to game night!!!”)

(he does, of course, come to game night)

(Maya has definitely channeled a spirit to win at LEAST twice and they have yet to decide if it counts as cheating or not since technically it’s not looking up an answer!! but also it is kinda looking up an answer.)

+ lastly ok I’ve probs talked abt this before but I do like the idea that they maintain the sort of silly rivalry they start with but more in a “if you turn my brother into even MORE of a fool you WILL face my wrath, Phoenix Wright” “pffft yeah right, Maya will never let you live it down if you break out the whip at dinner on Saturday” “…I will exact my revenge in other, more subtle ways.”

She sends him a Top Ten Scariest Things Caught On Camera compilation at three in the morning one night (thank you different time zones, she loves being in a different time zone) and he texts back “I hate you >:(“ but they are both laughing. There’s no one he would trust to take care of Maya more than her and there’s no one she would trust to care for Miles more than him.

Also I’ve DEF talked abt it from Phoenix’s POV (texting her at night to confirm Maya’s safe when he has nightmares about her being kidnapped/in danger) but Franziska ABSOLUTELY texts him every now and then like “Miles is there?” and Phoenix knows she would never outright admit to either him or Miles how much Miles’ “death” affected her. Asking if he’s there (safe, nearby, a phone call away) is as close they’ll get — Phoenix always responds as soon as he can (“yep, we’re making dinner!” or “he’s at his office, I’ll see him in forty minutes for lunch” or “he and Maya have a coffee date, you can double check with her but I wouldn’t wanna interrupt their Steel Samurai gossip session”)

She doesn’t always respond, but Phoenix gets it, and he’s always happy to let her know— he’s okay just getting a one-word (or sometimes one letter, if it’s super late for her) response about Maya, but he knows she needs more detail to put her mind at ease (Evidence is key, after all; you can’t build a perfect case without all the information) and he’s happy to provide

They definitely all have dinner together once a week (either just the four of them out at a restaurant, or their entire “family” at one of their houses— Miles and Phoenix, Trucy, Maya and Franziska, Klavier and Apollo, Pearl, Kay, Emma, Athena and Juniper, Simon if he’s feeling up to group interactions, Gumshoe and Maggie if they’re in town, even Larry sometimes). It gets hectic and usually they only get EVERYONE together for holidays, but all of them spent so long with nothing, losing everyone they loved, that having such an ABUNDANCE of connection really is something for them to revel in.

[fearcicada]

Was trying to write down my reasons for why I see certain tma characters as aromantic (AGAIN) and a lot of it is still always so related to the energy I get from them being disconnected from humanity. Like being aromantic and not experiencing love does not make you inhuman and love is not an inherent part of the human experience but it's like. U know how people shouldn't make all aro characters robots/uncaring/unfeeling etc but at the same time any time u see an uncaring/unfeeling/robot character u still wanna be like yes I'm making them aro.! Its the same thing here like you will never understand our warrior's bond (me and all the TMA avatars)

[bruciemilf]

,,,, russian bruce wayne

Russian Bruce Wayne

RUSSIAN BRUCE WAYNE -

Listen. Listen. Not fully compacted into something coherent, but I'll do my best, because this idea has been haunting me, -

SO he's russian on his mother's side!! Martha Wayne immigrated in America when she was a teenager, nothing to her name but hope in her chest and her mother's pearl necklace in her pocket

She always got ugly looks for speaking in her native language and her accent. Slowly, it melted into something perfectly English, but she still spoke Russian at home and especially to Bruce

Little Bruce loved Baba Yaga as a kid and dressed like her for Halloween every single year; Nobody really understood it, but a glare from Alfred was enough to fill a bag full of candy

Martha and Bruce would talk shit in front of Thomas' faux philanthropist friends, but they were on wildly different spectrums

Martha, whispering: You see that man, Brucie? He sold his soul to greed. He's a worm of a human and his morals are rotten. That's why his eyes are dead

Bruce: haha, he's balding at 25

Martha, Alfred, and Bruce cooking beef stroganoff, syriniki, borscht, and Bruce's absolute favorite- pirozhki.

Martha also played the piano and LOVED Swan Lake so, so much. It was the one song that calmed Bruce during night terrors.

When he reaches eight, it all stops.

He eventually reconnects with his Russian roots in his 20s, when he's in college and his literature teacher shares a DISRESPECTFULLY incorrect opinion about one of Dostoevsky's works.

His teacher scoffed, " Well. Didn't know we had a Russian citizen here. "

" Not a citizen, but I AM a Russian descendent. My mother was an immigrant. That's kind of how America was formed. It's a pretty significant thing that happened."

Imagine you're a Gotham criminal and Batman starts muttering things about you in Russian. Somehow that's even more intimidating than anything he does.

" I can't believe they're more afraid of someone who doesn't speak English than a guy who beats up people dressed as a bat."

Alfred hums, sloooowly pulling away the vodka cereal Bruce made. " I can't imagine why. You're the poster child for mental health, sir."

" Not funny, papachka"

" For you."

When Dick is brought into the nest, Bruce struggles a bit with showing his affections; He only has money to offer, but Dick is happily uninterested in that, and seeks Bruce out instead.

BRUCE ABSOLUTELY SPENDS AN ENTIRE NIGHT TRYING TO PERFECT HIS MOTHER'S BAKLAVA FOR DICK!!

yes he's supposed to be on patrol. No, he doesn't care, Jim. It's all worth it when Dick takes a single bite and he has stars in his eyes and vines his little but strong arms around him, " this is PERFECT! Thank you so much, dad"

Air freezes in his blood, " ... Of course, ptichka."

He absolutely uses russian proverbs all the time (mostly when his children need to be reprimanded and reminded that making jokes is illegal when they're on duty)

JASON AND BRUCE FIGHTING OVER TRANSLATIONS AND CONTEXT IN ENGLISH ADAPTATIONS OF SLAVIC LITERATURE!

" PAPI, THAT'S NOT WHAT THEY MEANT TO SAY!"

" MISKHA I'M SO GRATEFUL YOUR GRANDMA ISN'T HERE, BECAUSE SHE'D DIE AGAIN IF SHE HEARD YOU SAY THAT!"

Damian 100000% prides himself on knowing russian and communicating with Bruce the smoothest.

It becomes a competition soon enough. Bruce is SO tired but the way they butcher words is funny, so he just pretends they're right.

The League finds out when Bruce snaps and calls Hal Cyka in a low, angry mutter while stomping away from his stupidity. " ... Bless you? What did he call me?"

Diana, struggling so hard not to laugh. " He said you were a genius."

" Huh. Had no idea he was French."

Meanwhile Clark is losing HIS shit because wow, Bruce's russian might be the hottest thing he ever heard. Please, this dork would absolutely try to learn Russian and talk to Bruce more.

He's absolutely horrible with it but Bruce is just very excited. He definetly chuckles (which. Wow. Clark couldn't even make him GRIN 3 weeks ago) " You just asked me if I sleep with my dentist."

" ...Oh. I...Was trying to ask you for drinks. You can kill me right now. Please?"

" Maybe another time, solnyshko. Take me for a drink first."

Clark inhales. " oKaY thank yoU."