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tojislibrvry · 1 month ago

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★ ︵ @ toji / reader , phone sex, corruption, virgin!reader, masturbation, voice kink, vibrator

you were young, the right age to be wild and fun. you saw your peers around you at midnight, as you swiped through everyone’s instagram stories. red heart coloured in as you tapped on every new post. red cups littered everywhere in the background, strobing lights manipulating the camera as your beautiful classmates flashed a charming grin or had their tongue out cheekily at their phones.

you wanted to be them so bad, yet you couldn't muster up the confidence nor the courage to get up and be yourself.

this translated to your love life too. it’s not like you were a complete loser, you were friendly, thoughtful, and quite awfully pretty like that one song. there was just something that held you back constantly to go up and talk to the people you fancied. the inexperience made you insecure day by day.

it was not like you planned to be a virgin your whole life! the way things were progressing made you a little unsure though. you were also increasingly embarrassed that you couldn’t make yourself feel good. you would touch yourself in the dark whenever your roommate spent the night at her boyfriend’s. the coil in your stomach would begin to unravel but it would never snap. tears of frustration would bubble and there wasn't a day they converted to tears of pleasure.

and one normal tuesday, as you were scrolling through twitter a post caught your eye. huh? there was no way something like that was legitimate. it was probably a scam, probably. curious enough you click on his profile and the image you are met with has your mouth watering.

stood a faceless man with his shirt off and presumably his pants off — the picture cut off below his achingly deep v line. his veiny arms, you are sure were twice the size of your head, were orgasm inducing. one of his hands held the camera while the other trailed off downwards…fuck.

ovulating and mind clearly way out of rationality, you texted the number in his post. if it was a scam, you would know — you could simply just block him. you weren't the brightest when it came to internet safety.

you closed the message app as soon as you were done typing out a cute "hii! is this legitimate? what’s your business model like? can i trust you? sorry for rambling. i've never done this before." and placed your phone under your pillow as you decided to sleep.

the dreams you had that night were incomparable to the horniest porn you could have ever watched. the faceless man, held you against his warm body as he had you in the meanest mating press. your nails scratching his beautifully muscled back as you begged for more. your eyes rolled behind meeting your empty skull as he delivered a harsher thrust each time you mewled against his lips. as your dream self inched closer and closer to sweet release, you were thrown awake — your lonely beating heart ( and pussy ) your only company.

you woke up cringing at the wetness between your thighs, the fluids of your insatiable arousal coating your thighs. you felt like a hormonal teenage boy who had nutted ( almost in your case ) in his boxers the very first thing in the morning. the discomfort and the migraine you developed from ruined orgasm made you get out of bed dragging yourself to the bathroom. your phone automatically flew to your hand like thor with his hammer as you scrolled as you brushed your teeth.

everything was as smooth sailing as it could be until your eyes landed on a single notification that made you spit your toothpaste out halfway. you had actually texted that man in your delirious state. you glared at yourself in the mirror and clicked on the text expecting to see your usual scam test, something along the lines of "send me all your bank details haha promise i wont do anything about it!" instead what you are met with has you searching for a seat.

"so many fucking questions baby, why don't i call you tonight and you can see how legitimate my big dick is. you can pay me after i've shown you a good time. feel lucky. i don't do this for everyone, sweetheart."

you spent the next thirty minutes trying to cool yourself down, splashing water on yourself to cool how heated your face had become. you sat down on your bed, pulling your knees up to finally answer the text. too embarrassed to text out a detailed reply you simply send him a thumbs up and wait for your racing heart to calm down.

the rest of the day went on incredibly slow, painstakingly slow. you had to sit through college lectures while your mind was clouded with thoughts about the nameless man you were going to talk to that night. you knew you were playing a dangerous game. you knew nothing about this mystery man.

sure, you could discern some of his features by stalking all the media from his x profile. he had raven hair that you could find in the reflection of one lucky post, his hair short and unkempt which did nothing but elicit more of your attention. another post had a little bit of his face revealed, a salacious grin plastered on his face. you could see a scar run on his lips, the sense of danger it gave, had you turned on more than ever, making you wonder if you were going to discover more things about yourself from this ordeal.

during your lunch break you had received another text from the contact, asking about the timings of your encounter. you had hastily agreed to 11pm, a time you knew very well your roommate would not be at home.

if you were going to get dirty, might as well do it in a house with no one else. once you were back home, a quick eaten dinner with your appetite redirected to something else completely, you decided to unwind in the shower. you knew it wasn't a physical meet, this man probably had hundreds of callers before you yet deep down inside you wanted him to want you as much you did. silly as it was, you made sure to pluck and tweeze, shave and oil your skin making sure you smelled like a cupcake. you smelled good enough that the phone could pick up on your perfumed body if it were possible.

the countdown had you pacing in your room, your lips were raw and red with the entire day spent with your lips tucked in your teeth. you were glancing at your clock every thirty seconds, watching the hands of the clock read 10:58.

god were you wetter than ever before. you could feel the thrumming of your heartbeat spread throughout your body. taking deep breaths in you settled on your bed, legs criss crossed trying to pretend that the phone was not about ring any second.

at 11.00pm, your phone rang. the marimba ringtone heard throughout your room, echoing off the walls. you had to remain patient. you didn't want the man to think you were desperate. well, you were! but he didn't need to know that. almost immediately, unable to wait any more, you picked up the call.

you were a smart girl, your grades were proof of that and even now, you had evidence of your intelligence by how you had your bluetooth already connected, so you could hear this man's voice as closely as you could, like he was ready to whisper in your ears. your nerves pooled in but no amount of adrenaline could have prepared you for what you could possibly describe as the sexiest voice on the planet.

"heyyyy doll." it was a gruff voice, something that you would hear in the old cowboy movies your mother used to fawn over when you were a little girl. two words in and you could already hear the teasing tilt to his tone.

"no greetings for someone helping ya out ?" he asked, bringing you out of your stupor. shaking your head like he could see you, you stammered out a quick, "n-no! fuck, im sorry mr...." you trailed off unsure how to address him.

"want to know my name baby ? want to know what you should call out to when you are about to cum ?"

you responded with a squeak, earning a chuckle from the other side of the phone. you hear a quiet sigh as he whispers softly, goosebumps instantly painted on your skin when he says, "call me toji, i would love to hear you scream it."

before you could thank him for his gratitude, you were interrupted when he surprisingly asked, "so tell me doll, what's the issue ? pretty thing like ya doesn't need my help getting off, you must have those stupid frat boys drooling over you."

your eyes widened in surprise, "b-but you don't even know me! how do you know if i'm pretty !!?? or how do you know i'm in college !! are you stalking me ??"

"ah, i understand the problem now." you heard him mutter, you were already tense, shoulders ready to cramp and your hands gripping the sheets so hard you were surprised they didn't tear by the sheer force.

"you worry too much baby, do you think it's not easy to guess that someone that sounds as cute as you would be anything other than an inexperienced college girl. i might be exploiting my body, baby, but that doesnt make me stupid. i'm almost a lil offended." you could feel his sly pout through the phone. you only wished that you could feel it on you instead.

"...you are right, i am inexperienced." you said falling on your bed so you could stare at the ceiling instead. too embarrassed to look at the caller id. "i actually...." you tried to steel your nerves so it could be easy for you to admit it. taking a deep breath in you continued, "i cant..." "get yourself off? is that it sweetheart ?"

you sighed, nodding as you continued. "i've tried to, you know... touch myself, but i just can't!" you said exasperated. "you poor thing, you can't even get yourself off. of course you need my help. no one talks to me and goes unsatisfied." he stopped for a second, to let out a dry laugh.

"tell me, what are you comfortable with tonight?" he asked, letting you think for the first time. ten minutes on call with him and you were already too full of him in your mind, unable to think rationally. "i...i'm comfortable with touching myself and...there's something that i bought for myself, a toy to see if it would help me out. it didn't. i don't mind using that either."

a low whistle. ""a toy? fuck baby, y'er killing me." you gulped at his shameless confession continuing, "i also like it when...when it's a little mean..." you flushed with heat as you voiced it out loud, "i like it mean, not a little— like a lot. sorry."

"awww baby, why are you apologizing ? if you want to be called a slut , i'll call you a slut. no need to feel ashamed for what you like." he pauses, "hm? maybe not ashamed but you do have to feel filthy for a mind like that." you gasped in surprise. "with such less experience, tell me how do you know what you like ?"

you blushed, cheeks feverishly hot now. "ah, i i just.." "just what baby? ya watch porn all alone in your dorm ? that is filthy."

you tried to maintain a semblance of control. "tojiiiii m'not like that, i just—"

"awww, i'm playing, doll. i'm the last person to shame a pretty girl for trying to take care of her needs, no matter how bad she's at it." you felt yourself growing wetter with his words, thighs now spread apart as you laid on your bed, sweating on the sheets from his dirty words.

"silent now? can't hear you playing with your pussy either, waiting for permission?" you wished you could wipe off his smug smirk that is clearly translated through the shitty phone quality. realizing that you actually did not need his permission, your hands inched downwards.

"sweetheart, not yet." he said with a slightly terrifying tone attached to his elongated words. "tell me, what are you wearing?" you scoffed at him, "m'not wearing anything special." you lied. you were but it was too embarrassing to tell him that. "awww you are being a brat now? reaaaaaal cute." he paused, "quit playing, we both know how you had your thighs pressed together all day because of me."

your eyes were already glassy with need. "toji...m'just wearing a babydoll dress, it's not that special i promise."

"is that so sweetie ? all right then. why don't we start slow first? let's not rush into anything and confuse your pretty head." you nodded and quickly realized he could not possibly see you so you responded, "okay toji, i trust you..."

"fuck, you are going to kill me if you keep talking with that pout." he groaned, and you almost felt like he was itching to touch you the same way you wanted to touch him.

"now, pull up your dress, get your tits out. no more than that." you carefully listened, obedience coursing through your veins. you pulled your dress up, freeing your tits to the cold room, nipples hardening immediately. "hah, can hear your heavy breathing through the phone, you are too fucking cute."

you left out a shaky breath at his words and waited for his next instruction. you could hear the sound of clothes rustling from the other side of the phone. "now, pretty, i want you to play with your nipples alright? tug on them baby, pinch them." you burned at his lewd comments but nevertheless followed his words to a tee. you were able to control your sounds till now, biting your lips to suppress the moans that bubbled at his dirty words.

you let out the softest whimpers as you pinched yourself, stimulating your already sensitive nipples. you began to feel hotter than you usually did. maybe it was the fact that you had an audience or maybe because the audience was him.

“fuck, just like that. i wish i was there to see ya touch yourself, maybe even touch you myself a little bit. you would like that wouldn't you slut ?" you simply moaned in response, continuing the ministrations on yourself. "the way you sound like a goddamn whore, all i want to do is bite on your sensitive nipples for you."

you couldn't stop the floaty feeling in your head flowing through your body, his words having an effect on you like nothing had ever before.

"fuckin' slut, if ya can get turned on this easily by just having your tits fondled i think its time for you to touch your pretty pussy.." you immediately listened, wasting no time to bring your fingers to the valley of your thighs.

"fuck, spread yourself for me baby and let me hear the mess you've made for my voice." the simple act of you spreading your legs let out a sticky squelch, caught by your microphone and undoubtedly toji who practically moaned at that noise. "god. run your finger through your pussy, you sound fucking beautiful." you do as he said, letting the messiest sounds echo through the room. he groused loudly, "fuckin' hell, you have to be kidding me." you wouldn't believe your own body either. you had never been that wet before, never that aroused.

"awww, my sweet slut got all wet from my voice, no longer my sweet baby hm? so fuckin' dirty." you could hear the sound of something being uncapped and a loud squelch that came from his side of the line. "it's a disgrace that i can't feel how wet your dirty cunt is getting on my cock. have to resort to lube instead." he muttered under his breath. "god sweetheart, your pussy probably tastes better than this shitty artificial strawberry despite it being so filthy."

you began to inch your fingers closer and closer to your needy clit, which was already begging for your attention. maybe it was the praise along with his degradation that made you good because you immediately followed up with a "toj' can i touch my clit, please?"

toji growled at your innocent yet lewd request. "keep asking like that slut and ill give ya a baby too." you giggled at his words now actually touching yourself. finally, giving attention where you had desperately craved your touch had you arching your back off the bed, immediately crying out in pleasure. your bundle of nerves ached with need and being given the pleasure it needed all along, you could feel the black spots of pleasure already painting your vision.

"i want you to be slow baby, take it slow." he cooed at you, "make sure you rub the softest circles on her, hm just the faintest ya don't want to overwhelm her, pretty." you were hooked to every word that left his mouth and you definitely didn't miss the way he tugged on his cock. it had you growing so needy to be filled.

"that's right my filthy whore, why dont ya give her a kiss with your vibrator. come on, turn that flimsy silicon on." you nodded along, pulling your vibrator from underneath your pillow to use on yourself. you turned the pink silicon and brought it closer to your pretty clit just faintly touching it, hovering almost just as toji had told you to.

the minute you brought your vibrator to your needy clit, your body arched off the bed almost unnaturally. your mind was fuzzy with the pleasure it felt. you had never felt like this before when you had used that very vibrator on yourself. you began to mewl uncontrollably as your thighs twitched at the faint sensations.

"fuuuuuuck, you sound so slutty sweetheart. no one could have imagined that such a naive girl would be shamelessly getting off to a stranger's voice." you were babbling, mind too far gone to actually answer him.

"now listen carefully baby, i want you to keep that stupid toy on your clit while your other hand plays with your slutty hole alright?" you forced yourself to bring back some obedience so you could follow along to his words. "i want you to put a finger in yourself, sweets, just one. you can do that for me right baby?"

you nodded again, no longer able to form coherent sentences. "i need ya to use your words like a good fucking girl, else i'll leave you all needy and alone." your eyes opened in despair, tears streaming down your pretty face. "noooo toj' —" you hiccuped, "please, just wanna feel good!"

if you could have seen the sight that was on the other side of the phone call you would have lost your damn mind. sat on a leather couch next to a plastic desk, toji fushiguro had the sleaziest grin painted on his face as he listened to your desperate begging. the raven haired man had his sweats pulled down just enough to spring his cock so he could stroke himself to the little whines you couldn't hold back. the way you called out his name had him high on pleasure, the sticky strawberry lube clouding every sense of his.

all the poor man wanted to do was be able to push your head onto the bed as he pounded you like you deserved, snatching up your virginity like a disgusting pervert. alas, all he could do was fist his obscenely hard cock to the thought of your fingers pushed deep inside your cunt unable to give you the pleasure— a minute with his tongue could.

he settled for making you cry instead, revelling in the way you wobbled with tears. he moaned at your mewls, trying to talk to you but you made it so hard for him to talk.

"i want you to put another finger in, baby, oh? what was that? too tight?" he cackled at your words, "go slowly, don't wanna break ya doll." you sniffled, trying to put another finger into you slowly, and you felt so full already.

"if you can't handle your fingers, how can you ever take a cock? thought you were a cock hungry slut ?" you cried, as you began to scissor yourself open, hands beginning to cramp up. your body was beyond stimulated now, you could taste your orgasm on your tongue.

"toji, m'close, ah—i think so." toji felt his heart beat faster at your words.

"awww you are going to cum baby? my sweet whore about to have her first ever orgasm ?" you nodded as you continued to push your fingers in and out of your sweltering heat, eyes rolled back and mouth open as you couldn't crave for something bigger.

"sweetheart, i want you to increase the intensity setting on your toy and continue to finger that cunt okay? you'll listen right? i promise to make you see the stars." you couldn't help but cry out as you increased the intensity, body pushed beyond its limits. you could feel a warm sensation all throughout your body as you pressed the toy impossibly closer to your clit.

toji tried to match his strokes, his cock about to cum around the same time as you just as he continued thrusting into his own fist at the same pace your fingers thrusted into your warm hole. he couldn't help but tug faster as your moans became louder and your words became less comprehensible.

"let yourself go baby, you can do it. toji's right here with you." he nearly whimpered as he heard your desperate whines. you began to feel your cunt squeeze impossibly against your fingers and suddenly the coil in your stomach snapped. you felt a gush of liquid splash everywhere, dirtying your sheets. you could feel the slick ooze from you as you squirted for the first time in your entire life.

all those years of remaining "broken" as your best friend would call you was all worth it because at that moment all you could see was heaven. white washed over your eyelids and the softest buzzing sensation racked through your body. talking about buzzing, your vibrator remained on the side having its use truly fulfilled for the first time in your life.

meanwhile toji could not believe his fucking ears when he heard his so called inexperienced caller squirt only because of his voice. it was enough to send him over the edge, his fist grasping his cock almost painfully as he came all over his abs, his cum painting his tan skin white and his happy trail a wet mess from when he had started. he was beyond ecstatic, hearing your soft pants from the line.

you heard toji's grunts directly in your ears and if you were not completely exhausted, you would have brought the vibrator back once again. as you heard him finish, you muttered a shy thank you for being the first to make you cum.

he simply chuckles at your words following it up with a, “it's all good doll, just make sure ya pay me double before our next session.”

fuck, you needed to get a part time job now.

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aliceinborderlandsquidgame · 1 month ago

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♧ Xmas Times ♧ Various AIB!Boys x GN!Reader

AU: No-Borderlands - Established Relationships with all of them - SFW - Banda is still red flag - grammar mistakes -

ARISU

Soft boy! He loves this month. Not only because he gets an excuse to buy new lights and re decorate him room and gaming room. He actually decorates the whole aparment.

"Its never too early too set up the tree" Him probably

If you two are living together its going to be a hell of a month in the good way. Arisu LOVES IT. He is going to look out for different activities around the city and take you there. Try the new sweets and even go and buy matching sweaters and socks.

Loves to cuddle with you on the sofa while drinking hot cocoa, corny films ? Yes. Hell yes. He is all up for them even if he knows the ending.

MISTOLETE KISS!! Uses any chance to get you both under one and kiss you. Depends on his mood where he is going to kiss you but nose and lips are his firsts options.

CHISHIYA

This Man never cared over festivities and would actually to and take the xmas turn at the hospital to keep himself away from it.

Quiet insensitive about it and sees it most like a way of corporations to get money.

Plus he never got to experience a good xmas with his family..

Its up to you to take on the decorations and xmas mood!! He Will let you do whatever you want with the aparment as long as it does not touches his home office.

If you two prefer to mostly ignore it then its just another month. But Chishiya Will take xmas off and stay with you.

Gets you a big suprise present and when you do the same for him, he tries his best just how happy he is.

NIRAGI

Maybe you never imagine this, but he loves this month. During his childhood him and his mother would have the best of times setting up the tree and getting decorations, making cookies and singing xmas songs.

So yes, he expects quiet the same now that he is with you.

Like Arisu, he uses this time to buy more lights, the house looks like a dance place during night. Because he cant settle down for one color.

Will make you a cute interactive game that ends with "Happy Xmas, I love you"

Now wont admit it, but please cuddle him. Specially on cold mornings, he loves the natural heat more than having the califaction going on.

Kisses your head all the time and gets you a scarf tras too big For you. He thinks you look adorable.

TATTA

Another soft boy who has no idea what to do. If he is honest he cant really recall a special memory of xmas so he is lost and doing the standar things.

Totally checks the internet to see whats he is supposed to do.

Gets you tons of presents (five at least) because he feels like he is not at home a lot since his work gets more demanding during this month.

Get him a toy car with a controlled and he is the happyest guy alive.

Does not waste a chance on kissing you. Does not care if its on public or at home. Because to him its not only xmas but love season as well!!

BANDA SUNATO

He likes it because red blood goes amazing with white snow.

Really. The only time he leaves the city and goes to the countryside to hunt down peopel in the woods.

Does not care much for presents or decorations.

Just get him a New knife and he is happy, let him use it on you and its even better.

KARUBE

Man he is burned out with his bar. This month is demanding for him. Gets home late and tired. If you caress his hair and tell him sweet nothings he becomes a puppy.

Asks you to help him out decorating the bar (and Arisu) it ends looking amazing and then you make a personal competition to make your aparment with him look even better.

Is amazed how you managed to over due yourself.

Get him hawaii shirts please. Even if its no the time for it. He loves them and hates snow clothes.

The most kisser one.

You bet he adds mistelotes at home and at the bar. And is so ready to jump over you at any moment.

AGUNI

Asks you to help him decorate his flower shop but not too much cause he is worried the flowers Will suffer.

Sings xmas songs softly when he thinks you are not near (you are, you recorder him).

The xmas tree looks healthy and Aguni its so proud of how it looks he cant stop taking pictures of it.

Gets all flustered when you give him presents during the month. And wonders how did you get such a comfortable sweater for him ? Since he is all muscles?

Well he doubles it getting you a big Teddy bear.

#alice in borderland #aib imagine #aib imagines #chishiya x reader #banda sunato x reader #arisu x reader #tatta x reader #aguni x reader #karube x reader #niragi x reader

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bizbat · 1 year ago

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your jason todd hcs are sooooo good omg!!! do you have any hcs specifically for when he has a crush on the reader, like how he might act, specifically if the reader is oblivious and really doesn’t think that she’s his type / thinks he’s joking if he says anything flirty?

When They're In Love - Jason Todd (Crush Edition)

🕸️Spiderverse Masterlist🕸️

🐼JJK Masterlist🐼

~ Fem terms + Pet names used for reader.

~ You can find part one of these hcs here, and part two here.

~ You can find more of my works here.

~ These can be read as a sort of part three/prequel kinda.

~Fic at the end.

~ Tw for : Blood, Knives, Needles, Vomit. (All slight)

~Thank you for asking! Hope you enjoy, sorry this took so long :(

You would never know that Jason has a crush on you.

For the most part, he wont talk to you any differently than he will anyone else.

Maybe he won't jokingly insult you, or be super sarcastic around you, but I think that's kind of as far as he'd go.

Unless you're a close friend or family member, you'd probably have no clue he had a crush based on the way he talks to you.

But the little actions and things he does for you are so obvious.

He's the type to hold open doors for you, all the while staring other people dead in the eye as it shuts in their face.

He somehow always just "randomly" has your favorite snack on hand, or a whole collection of books by your favorite author.

I think he'd be touchy, unless he knows you don't like being touched.

If you like or don't mind it, he'd have his arm constantly thrown over your shoulder, always be leaning against you, always resting a hand on your hip.

If you're shorter than him, he does that super annoying thing where he rests his elbow on your head.

He is so lame omg.

But bc he's kinda like this with everyone, no one would fault you for not understanding his hints.

He's like the opposite though.

You said hi to him this morning? You must be in love with him.

You smiled at him today instead of Dick? He's already planning the wedding.

What's that? You said he smells nice? Have his babies. (If you can/want to)

Our delusional king.

He doesn't think you don't get his flirting.

He'd think you're fully aware and are flirting back.

Again, our delusional king.

You probably won't get it until something really serious happens and he comes to you instead of Bruce or Roy.

He'd probably try to get into things you're interested in.

Listens to all your favorite songs, reads your favorite books, etc.

And he's not subtle about it bc he is in fact, a loser.

He'll recommend a song by your favorite artist and then be like "idk why but this just reminded me of you lol"

LOSER. Can you guys tell i'm a big believer in the "jason todd is secretly a massive loser" agenda? Cuz I am. :|

And then he listens when you go on rambles about how great the things you like are and how much they mean to you.

I said he'll do things just to hear you talk about them, and I think he'd do that when he has a crush on you too.

He just loves your voice and likes hearing you talk.

He smiles at you so softly when he thinks you aren't looking.

You could be bumming out and he'll look at you with heart eyes like yeah, future spouse right there.

I don't think he'd be a big user of social media, but if you were, he'd get a whole account just to like and comment of your pictures.

user94820860038466 commented: You look very pretty in this picture.

Comments like an old man bc he has very little understanding of the internet.

He'd probably help you take pictures and fight with other people in your comment section if they're too down bad or creepy.

He doesn't strike me as the jealous type bc once again, he's so delusional he pretty much already thinks you're dating.

Nicknames nicknames nicknames.

Calls you so, so many nicknames.

Angel, doll, sweetheart, maybe even babe.

He constantly talks about you when you aren't there.

Lian and Roy know so much about you before they even meet you.

He'd do anything for you.

The store is actually about a mile in the other direction, but yeah he can get you your favorite drink.

He does not like that food at all and the owner of the store despises him, but he will not return to you empty handed best believe.

He was actually going to wear that hoodie today, but it looks so much better on you you should keep it!

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It's just like every other night in Gotham City. It's cold, and wet, and it smells like smoke and garbage that's been left out in the sun.

The only barrier between you and the chilled, musty air outside is a single sheet of glass; the fire escape window of your fifth floor apartment. It's comforting. The glass is, of course, bulletproof, and the seal around the sill is tight, so no gases ever manage seep in. It pays to have a decent landlord, especially in Gotham.

It's funny, but you really never think about that window. You mostly keep it shut and locked, except in the summer, when you can smell your neighbor in the building next door cooking all types of delicious aromatic dishes, or when it's just too hot and you decide the risk of heatstroke is greater than the risk of airborne psychosis. It never occurs to you just how well it keeps you safe, just how well it keeps things out.

It occurs to Jason, though. In fact, it's the only thing on his mind as he's gripping his side, frantically trying to prevent too much blood from seeping out of his body.

He'll probably chastise himself later for not being more gentle or respectful, but he's lost too much blood to be thinking straight. With his free hand, he bangs on your window, praying that you're A) at home, and B) not listening to music. He's not too worried about the first one, he knows you never leave your lights on when you're away, but the second one, he's not too sure about.

He bangs, and bangs, and bangs on the glass, a loud, thunk thunk thunk thunk thunk that immediately rouses your from your sleep. You jump up from your spot on the couch, an open book falling from your lap as you dart into your room to grab the knife Jay gave you for protection, before returning to your living room, keeping your back to the wall.

You hold the blade in front of you, nervously gripping the hilt as you listen to the banging, making sure to stay just out of sight as you cautiously creep closer and closer to the noise. It isn't until the banging dies down that you finally get close enough to see the cause.

You gasp at the sight, dropping the knife and trying to tug the window open, before mentally yelling at yourself to unlock it. You drag the weakened behemoth of a man into your apartment, carefully placing his upper body on the floor in front of your window and removing his helmet. Your hand moves to his side, firmly pressing down on his wound, as you stare at him, mouth agape and eyes flooding with concern.

He laughs, a dry chuckle that just sounds like it hurts. "What took ya' doll?" You wanna smack him, but you can do that when he's not bleeding all over your hardwood floors. You tell him to wait, as if he could go anywhere in the state he's in, before rushing to grab the emergency kit he forced you to keep.

"Let-ngh- let me do it." He groans as he attempts to sit up, trying and failing to pull the tweezers from your hand. He doesn't even have the strength to sit back up when you gently push him back down. You clean his wound, all while he holds back winces and groans. You don't hold back, focusing on cutting and cleaning and stitching and wrapping, berating Jason for coming to you of all people.

"What d'ya mean? Of course I'd come to you?" Jason manages between harsh breaths. "Who else would I go to?" He seems genuinely confused, you're his girlfriend, you always come to him when you need help. Why wouldn't he come to you?

"Oh, I don't know, Jason, maybe Bruce, or Roy, or literally anyone else with training to handle this kind of thing!?" It comes out mean, but through his pain he can tell it's coming from a place of true care. You're worried. One of the strongest, most skilled people you know is bleeding out on your floor and you're panicking. Of course you are, you've never had to sew someone up, or dig a bullet out of someone, or try to hold down bile from the heavy smell of blood.

Your hands are shaking like crazy. This isn't a slight graze you can put a bandaid over and seal with a kiss, this is a life threatening wound on someone you care about, and all they've been doing since they came to you is make stupid fucking jokes and try to take things from your hands.

Jason can tell it's getting to you.

It should be the other way around, what with him bleeding out in your living room, but he quiets down, gripping your wrist with his non-blood covered hand. "Hey," He gently strokes your skin with his thumb, repeating himself when you don't move your eyes from his wound. "Hey, look at me Y/n." It's just stern enough to make you obey, without sounding like he's mad at you. "It'll be okay. I'm in good hands." Jason smiles at you, tired and reassuring. It calms your nerves just enough for you to finish sewing his wound shut.

You sit back when you're done, taking in your work once you wrap his stomach with gauze. Jason turns just enough to catch a glimpse, smiling up at you with his stupid, charming smirk. "Not bad, doll. Told ya you had it covered." He lays back, smiling up at you as he lays his head on his arm, the one on his non-injured side. Though he doesn't seem to bothered by the end of it all, you can't say the same.

He takes in your features, your tired, glossy eyes and your pouting lips. It makes his smile drop. You look away, your sad eyes not meeting his own. "I . . . what? What's wrong Y/n?" Jason winces, moving to rest on his elbows to get a better look at your face. "Was it the blood? Or the- was it the window? I'm sorry about that, by the way." You shake your head no at all of his suggestions, taking a breath before turning back to face him.

He can feel his heart hurt at the sight of unshed tears in your eyes. "I . . . I was scared Jay." He pushes himself all the way up when you take your lip into your mouth. He ignores the pain shooting through his side when he pulls you into his arms. "Hey, hey, hey, scared of what? I'm okay. You did good." Those tears finally spill when your arms wrap around his waist, loose as to not further irritate his wound.

"You could've died Jay, a-and I wouldn't be able to-to help you! I can't help you!" You sob into his shoulder. He holds you tightly, pressing his lips to your head as he rubs your back. "Please, please don't cry. I'm okay now, you helped me. I'm all better now." He rocks you both gently, trying to console you. "Sides, if I was gonna die, I'd be happy if it was with my girl."

What?

You freeze in his arms, and he knows he said something wrong. He just doesn't know what. His brain moves a mile a minute as he tries to figure out what it was before you get even more upset. Though, his brain completely shuts down when you stare up at him with those cute, confused eyes. The tears have slowed down, and he's at least thankful for that. "Your . . . girl?" Now he's confused too. "What-what do you mean by that?"

He has to do a double take. "What do you mean? You're my girl, like . . . girlfriend, you know?" Every second that passes only confuses the two of you more. "I'm your girlfriend?" "Ar-aren't you?" You blink at him. Were you? Are you? "Am I?" Somewhere there was cognitive dissonance, Jason just doesn't know for who. "Yeah, we're dating, I thought?" Though, he doesn't feel so confident about that now.

"Oh," You feel your ears grow warm, for the second time now your eyes don't meet his own. "I . . . I didn't know that." You wish you could hide right now, but he's still got his arms wrapped around you. "I mean, unless you don't want to, then-then I'm sorry-" Jason feels maybe even more embarrassed than you as he finally drops his arms, grabbing his helmet and moving to crawl back out the window he came in through. His bullet wound is completely forgotten by now.

He stops when you grip his jacket, shyly staring at the floor as you speak. "No! I w-want to." Your eyes darty up to his, before losing confidence and dropping back to the floor. "I want to be your girlfriend," It comes out a whisper, and when he's silent for a beat too long you worry he's suddenly changed his mind.

"Good. Great. Yeah." He drops back to the floor, sitting cross legged beside you. Internally, he's doing backflips in his mind. "Cool." Later on, he'll ask more questions, but for now, he's satisfied. "Yeah." You shyly play with your clothes, twiddling your thumbs as you sit in silence. You feel like a little girl who just admitted to her crush that she likes him. "Are you-" "I didn't-" You interrupt each other, both of you gesturing for the other to continue. It's a bit of a fight, but Jason makes you go first.

"I was gonna ask if you were hungry. I have some, um, pretzels and stuff. If you want." Jason nods. He follows you into your kitchen, where the two of you quietly and contently eat the iron rich foods you looked up. "What were you going to say, by the way?"

Jason looks up from his plate, the haphazardly prepared meal helping him feel better, though his heart feels pretty good right now anyways. "I didn't know that you didn't know. I thought," he laughs nervously. "I thought, we were dating this whole time." He laughs again when you shake your head. "I didn't know! I thought . . . I don't know, that I wasn't your type, or something."

That's probably the most surprising thing he's heard you say today. Okay it's not, but it's the thing that most catches him off guard.

"Of course you are! You're so sweet, and cute, and nice, and pretty, and you smell really good, and you're funny, and I like your voice, and the way you d-do things . . . and . . . other stuff." Jason stops himself before he can ramble for hours about every single things he loves about you. You wouldn't mind if he did, though. You hide your pleased expression with your hand.

"Me too." It's quiet, but no longer shy. "I like all that "stuff" about you too."

#bizbat #dc #jason todd x reader #jason todd headcanons #dc headcanon #red hood x reader #red hood #jason todd #dc x reader #lian harper #roy harper

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darlinguistics · 1 year ago

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'its just IMPOSSIBLE to not be addicted to your phone nowadays its UNREALISTIC-'

heres some advice to being less chronically online. for gen z (and younger??) who dont even know how to start thinking about it and have only heard shitty advice from older adults who just genuinely do not get it, from a fellow gen z and my experiences so far.

*these are personal and may not all 100% resonate but its still good prompting to start thinking about things! PLEASE feel free to add your own stories/advice in the notes! support your fellow humans, dont gatekeep what youve learned, lets have these conversations! and no negativity/pessimism please <3

first thing is to make it a less scary thought, a more concrete idea and not a hypothetical. it doesnt have to be all-or-nothing, cold turkey, a huge announcement and a fundamental shift in your personality. the internet will be in your life for the rest of your life, this is an ongoing relationship you are trying to make healthier thats all! and it takes one step at a time and some self-compassion, but a true effort nonetheless. 'dont you think thats a bit too serious-' if youre my age you quite literally grew up and developed online, it is literally part of your psyche the way your childhood is, it IS serious, you deserve to treat it seriously.

dont save your login info/dont stay logged in for social media accounts, having to manually log in when you want to go on like youre on some elementary school chrome book is a really healthy and clear boundary to have between being logged off and logged on.

-> bigger challenge - uninstall it on your phone in general, only log on on your laptop/pc if applicable for you!

if youre motivated to, try to work on your posture too. i only say that because most of our bad posture is at least partially related to being on our phones a lot, and when i started wanting to fix my posture, completely separately and unrelated from trying to break my phone addiction, it made it easier to lose interest in my phone since i didnt want to ruin my progress with my posture. it made me start to have a mindset like 'well if you cant do this on your phone with good posture then dont do it' and 'if youre on your phone so long your posture starts to cave in, youve probably spent too long on your phone anyway'

listen to music more. its easier for me to kinda write off my phone and do other things if i just open music or a podcast or long youtube video on it. i know we all love long video essays, but i recommend music more specifically for me at least because im less inclined to pause music or scroll while listening to it for some reason? whereas using a show or video or podcast for white noise, im way more likely to also be scrolling on my phone and that is my activity lol. music for some reason i dont want to interrupt and instead of being on my phone i can clean or do something productive on my computer etc

this one is sooo hard but try to fall asleep with some distance between you and your phone, even just a couple feet. mine stays on the desk next to my bed which isnt that far but its better than on bed like it used to be. when you wake up you probably wont feel like reaching for it right away if its far and even better if you have to get up for it because then at least you stand and move your body first thing instead of looking at your phone first thing. and try to get more and more of your morning routine done before touching your phone over time.

-> for me, i started by just trying to at least wake up a bit in bed before touching it, then stand up before touching it, then stand and stretch, then going to the bathroom first, making coffee first, feeding the cat first, etc. its surprisingly helpful to have a specific chore/task in mind that is The requirement so that everytime you do it you get a lil dopamine rush for unlocking your phone from yourself lmao. when the weather was nice i used to make my Requirement being outside first before going on it and i LOVED that. esp as it got easier and i started doing more and more before going on it and finally walking outside with coffee and my phone felt like such a pleasant little reward.

find a hobby that uses your hands. example: i really need to get back into knitting because when i did it regularly so much time that wouldve been on my phone was spent knitting with music/podcasts/shows/(even online lectures! when i felt productive lol) playing. its the same amount of physical relaxing - barely moving lol - but uses a longer attention span and a much better dopamine hit than scrolling, i literally MADE things.

-> you might be thinking, 'but mindless knitting isnt better than mindless scrolling is it?' but that mindless feeling on your phone is just that, mindless. the mindless feeling you get when doing something like knitting is actually closer to a flow state, which is actually incredibly good for you, like a fulfilling nutritious meal as opposed to 'empty calories' or whatever

get a widget for your homescreen that shows your screen time. i have one and of course it doesnt always stop me but seeing that time go up all day the more i use it and the pride of keeping it low is really helpful

practice grounding. in general.

spend more time on anonymous activities and have more privacy and less attachment with your 'persona' - what i mean by that is, i consider things like scrolling through tumblr (for me personally!) to be relatively harmless because i dont try to like,, brand myself here. if youre a tumblr regular you know the jokes - 0 follows, 0 notes, screaming to the void, moots you dont talk to, blorbo pfp and urls, fake names everywhere, and we're having fun! basically targeting the 'everyone is famous now' thing with this one - embrace being a nobody with no personal stakes here

-> personally ive never kept up with having social media accounts that are actually just, me irl - like a facebook or main instagram, like a locals account yknow? but i think it goes for that too - stop spending so much time trying to further personalize your online presence in the hopes of it representing you perfectly - because it never will, and it shouldnt, and you shouldnt aspire for that. your social media presence is lighthearted and incredibly surface-level, treat it like that! thats not me bashing social media either, having that mindset will make it more enjoyable bc youll be using it as it should be used!

do following/followers or camera roll/files or app purges. this is also a soft launch type of way to practice easing into a better mindset. aside from just literally getting rid of junk, the process of trying to judge whether or not you need something is good practice in mindfulness! even if you dont delete everything you feel like you maybe should, thats fine, youll do other purges in the future too. eventually youll get better at parting with things and realizing when things that feel good in a moment are actually bad for you. and it forces you to regularly check in on your more long-lasting parasocial relationships online and how theyre serving you or not

speaking of parasocial - for actual friends, if theyre irl, think about how much you interact with them online vs in person and why you think that is and how it affects you. maybe youll wanna see them more irl if possible (i promise its better for your friendship), maybe youll realize you dont need to keep tabs on them anymore (old high school acquaintances lookin at you). for celebrities and fandom things - try to think about the bare minimum content from them you could do with. you dont have to unstan all your faves and stop enjoying things - but do you need their notifications on? if you have designated fan accounts, are they still a source of joy or of stress? do you need them on all the platforms or just one or two? do you need to have all that saved content of them? are there aspects of this that you love that could be found elsewhere, maybe even offline? (again you dont have to stay one way forever, just encouraging checking in with yourself!)

if youre of the genre of online where you just cant help yourself from getting involved in big discussions or discourse and arguments - i recommend journaling when you get upset by something online, articulating your feelings without the idea of someone ever reading it and without the goal of 'winning' or being the most correct and logical or even the most sympathetic and morally good. take away every audience aspect of it. what is this really about for you, and why would strangers online deserve to hear your personal well-thought out opinions? why would your thoughts deserve to be simplified and misconstrued and underappreciated the way they would be in this discussion? is there even an outcome to this where you feel truly satisfied? are their people who are more worthy of hearing your thoughts who arent part of this audience? is this a conversation that is best held online where so much communicative nuance is inevitably sacrificed?

in the end these are all just practices in remembering how in control you are. and that goes for if any of these are scary or too difficult sounding too! these all become less scary if you remember that as soon as anything becomes too uncomfortable or painful, you have all the power to stop doing it, make a change, and try again later. so much of advice for quitting bad habits can be intimidating because the pressure and the shame that would come from failing scares you out of the possible benefits of trying - just go ahead and kill that shame from the jump. of course youre going to fail! you are going to have setbacks! thats part of it! you have agency in this, always. the internet is not inherently or completely evil nor good. build trust in yourself to make the calls on when it is serving you and when it isnt on a case-by-case basis, and then give yourself permission to learn through trial and error.

and remember you are worth all of this effort. i believe in us <3

#phone addiction #screen time #gen z #chronically online #i have no clue if any of these are even real tags tbh #dead internet #self care #mental health #parasocial relationships #<- very risky tag i better not get dragged into some discourse somehow #i have 0 interest in arguments resulting from this post #i am peace and love rn <3 good vibes only lol #new years resolutions #new years #this is also in honor of like literally all my friends saying 'less screen time' as a new years resolution lol #🌟.txt

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jonathan-cranes-mistress-of-fear · 8 months ago

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A humble request

I'm reaching out to the community for what may seem like a selfish reason, but something in my heart says that I gotta try. Asking for help is better than wallowing in sorrow.

My birthday is coming up next month, July 15. With the way things are going, this will probably be my first birthday spent alone, or at least, without mom (Unless things change radically, she won't be home by then or likely any time within the next few months) Now you gotta understand, I was born a year after my mom lost a child due to a deformity that is so severe and so rare, the baby never survives or makes it to birth. She wanted me badly, and while I struggle with that some days....I know I mean a lot to her.

Mom cared so much that she ALWAYS made Christmas and birthday special. She would fulfill my lists if she had the money (as I got older I grew guilty, and would often ask for less as years went on) and she always made sure I got something I wanted. Many times she would surprise me with gifts I didn't even know I wanted. Last Christmas, it was a beautiful coyote pelt. Do ya'll remember the btas scarecrow cake, or the handmade cupcakes with the fear symbol? She made those happen. She even paid to fly my brother (my hero) from Seattle to Kansas City for an event while I was taking classes at KCAI

I...don't think, unless dad gets me something, which he hinted he would but....I wont have that "special" surprise gift from mom. I could live without my amazon wish list, that's whatever. it's the way she always made that day matter that I'm going to miss. I'm crying typing this...

So, that's why I'd like to ask something of the rogues fandom

Could the artists, writers, crafters, creatives....come together and make sure that day isn't miserable? I'm not lying when I say I can count on my finger the days I've gone without crying or breaking down in someway since March. To put it bluntly and selfishly, I'm asking for some art, maybe a doodle of jon (or dm me for other characters I like!) or a little drabble about a headcanon I like. I wanna wake up on the 15th with my inbox full of love. I'm not asking for you to slave over photoshop for hours, but just something simple to make the day less depressing. When I told ya'll about my bad day and asked for positive messages, I woke up the next day with 20+ of them. That meant so much.

And all I want is to spend my birthday happy, and not in tears.

I'm sorry to sound so greedy....but y'all have shown me many times over, that internet strangers can show the most amazing amount love and care. And honestly, gift art would matter way more than physical things. Every single time you guys make me something, I save it to a gift art folder on my computer. I save every single thing.

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tea-and-secrets · 14 days ago

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I fucking hate one time passwords. I get theyre more secure but theyre a pain in the ass to do when you only have one device and slow internet. And god help your soul if the service the one-time password requires is down. You probably wont even figure out until two hours later, so youve just been spamming 'Resend' while frantically googling. Fuck all sites that require one-time passwords ever

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raisinchallah · 7 days ago

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contemplating the various reasons for xena being forgotten while its peers like buffy or the x files still have thriving fandoms.. its many factors but i think one it stopped being seen as a show on its own merits and became kind of a punchline and joke about lesbians in wider pop culture like it was popular it was mainstream it was regularly beating star trek in syndication and was regularly the most popular action show in international purchasing rights it was broadcast all over the world and now poof like it never existed i think a few of the problems are its been sparse on streaming for yeaars and thats how many people watch these shows secondly its not had an hd remaster and especially season one probably looks atrocious on a huge tv and the wonky old cgi probably doesnt help since so many sci fi fantasy fans seem to be weirdly difficult about bad effects anyways we need to work to get doctor who fans into xena theyre the only ones who wont say a peep about it but anyways the fact all its seen as is this lesbian show had i think two effects which is random straight viewers are not going to seek it out even if idk they loved the witcher or some other recent fantasy action adventure show its just not classed with that anymore so it loses that mainstream element it cant be part of general nerd fandom cuz its just that weird gay show and also frankly i think a lot of queer women watched the show not necessarily cuz they liked it but because it was kind of seen as like one of the few gay shows out there u see lots of women saying like now that i can watch the L word what do i need xena for when theyre like wildly different shows then compounding that with the extremely controversial finale that lead a lot of people to leave fandom feel totally heartbroken about it i think really didnt help the continuity and longevity of an already contracting fandom like season 5 was hated but also really hard to watch lots of articles on whoosh people discussing waking up at like 3am to record xena episodes cuz they were broadcast at crazy times and many countries tv networks stopped buying it or suddenly delaying release by like 8 months which was terrible for people involved in internet fandom now suddenly being way behind everyone else so way fewer people were watching the final seasons a lot more people didnt like major parts of them and it really splintered fandom as well as many people stuck by the show out of this sense of uniqueness but there were not long after xena a trickle of more gay characters and gay shows on television and with many people who felt toyed with and would be like oh they never confirmed xena and gabrielle and xena died horribly i prefer to watch the L word which doesnt toy with you about them being lesbians etc real opinions ive seen out there anyways i think these problems compound idk gay internet fandom is fickle and has often jumped between the various hot new things in a way that makes it hard to keep xena going it never really transitioned as a fandom into like the ff.net and livejournal era in a significant way and has struggled for relevance since and ultimately for reasons outlined above i think its struggled to be seen as anything other than that gay show and is viewed only in that lens its not seen as a fun complex action adventure show with fun meta elements and genre experimentation that boldly reinvents itself every few seasons but also it has failed to take hold in the one community it would continue to entice i do also think the fact of it seeming like a holdover and well the black stain of the concept of queerbait also perhaps didnt help it seemed out of date old fashioned compared to idk the hot new random gay characters on tv cuz nobody wanted to fucking tell people and remember how crazy insane and good and like bone deep thematically gay xena is and like is also just good fucking tv and also people just dont respect women thats the truth people dont care about stuff about women… ok my theoriez.. thanks for ur time

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mitamicah · 7 months ago

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I will be on hiatus while on music summer camp the next two weeks so I leave you with these sketches I did using your (and people from IG) suggestions 💚🤗

More about the hiatus and seperate files under the line

Suggestions from top to bottom:

Top left + middle; Cat!Jure and Cat!Jan on piano suggested by @j-restlessgeek (bonus Cat!Kris as Marie from Aristocats)

Top right: Bojere eating spaghetti like Lady and the Tramp suggested by windows95fan (IG)

Top-middle left: Pupjan (Puppy!Bojan) and Cätrijä (Cat!Jere) suggested by ehaapassalo 8IG)

Top-middle middle: Chelsea suggested by @formulalakana

Top-middle right: Bojan and Jan on swings suggested by @hazzybat

Bottom-middle left: Barve Oceana Bojan suggested by maja_sether (IG)

Bottom-middle middle: Bunny ear Kris suggested by r4t._art (IG)

Bottom-middle right: Jere and Frank suggested by kiarabeaugrand (IG)

Bottom right: Jan and Igor suggested by this_wei99 (IG)

Bottom left:Jere kissing Bojan's hand suggested by @feral4kaarijasquat

I am yearly attending a music summer camp at the end of july- if you read this between July 21 and August 3/4 2024 that means I am away. My experience tells me I wont have a lo of time to check tumblr that is why I say this blog is on hiatus. However if you see me hanging around from time to time it is probably just me needing 5 min. break - however I wont be able to draw (I don't have my tablet with me for digital art or a scanner for traditional art) and the internet at the camp is not always great so it will probably be very minimum what you see of me.

If you are in need of contacting me you are still very much allowed to do so either here, in my IG dms or if you know my discord then on discord - however I might take a bit of time responding for the same reason as mentioned above.

I will be home around August 4 yet may need a day or two to recover.

Thank you all for suggesting these lovely prompts as my last drawings before the hiatus btw - I plan to restart commissioning when I arrive home again if anybody's interested :3.

Seperate files:

#on hiatus until august 4 #read under the line to learn what that means #thank you for ll the lovely suggestions #hope you like how thy turned out #jan peteh #jure maček #kris guštin #bojan cvjetićanin #jere pöyhönen #frank the flamingo #chelsea the dog #igor peteh #joker out #käärijä crew #my own art

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dnpbeats · 11 months ago

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Ive been seeing some big youtubers and creators announce (seperately) that they're going on tours, and a lot of of them are full on stage shows. These are people with tens of millions of followers each.

And then I think about the fact that dan and phil are the reason they can. Dan and phil completely pioneered the industry for online creators. They were the first youtubers to do a world tour of a stage show. First youtubers to show that they are actually professional enemtertainers and not just ameteur comedians. They were the first youtubers to have their own radio show in the uk. They were the success story that a lot of people built their success on the back of. If tatinof didnt work, it wouldve taken so much longer before online creators would've been taken seriously by venues as comedians/artists/entertainers. If internet takeover didnt work it would've taken so much longer for creators to be offered jobs in mainstream media, as tv/radio presenters, in documentaries, on gameshows etc.

Like yeah, it probably would've happened eventually anyway, but it happened a lot earlier than it would've bc of them. They were the first. And absolutely no one acknowledges that. No one even knows, except for them and us.

Even though dnp in 2024 are by far not the most prominent creators out there, I do think they have had one of the most successful careers of any youtuber/streamer out there. I think they achieved far more in terms of career success and opportunities with their 4-6million joint subscriber count than most of the people with 20million plus subs have, which is pretty cool. Their careers are not built on 5mins of fame. They have understanding of the industry, work ethic, and skill to ensure long careers, even if those careers morph over time. They wont be youtubers for ever, but they will be successful in whatever they do, that I am certain of.

Idk im just feeling emotions about them. Im proud if them. And im excited to see where they go.

NO NOTES ANON!!!!! this is all so true!

I have seen a lot of people mention the fact that d&p are not as popular as they used to be/don't get as many views as they used to as if it's a negative but I don't think it's bad at all, because of all of what you said. they were doing shit that no one else was doing! they paved the way for youtubers to break out of the yt sphere!! which is so amazing but also they were doing SO MUCH for so long. they were carrying the industry on their backs lmao. so now I'm so happy for them that they have the opportunity to chill out and just do what they wanna do. they're just making the content they wanna make and they aren't concerned with how many views they're getting or trying to remain relevant (which I think they still are, but yk what I mean), and they deserve that. because while everything they did was awesome and should absolutely be celebrated, I think it's great that now they have the opportunity to create more casually and they don't need to worry about doing numbers. like yes yt is still their livelihood but in a much more laid-back way yk? and I think that because they did so much, and like you said have understanding of the industry and a good work ethic, that's what allowed them to build a fanbase that has stuck around and that fanbase is why they can be more relaxed now

I agree they might not be youtubers forever but I'm also excited to see what projects they eventually move on to bc they'll slay fs

#dan and phil #ask #anon

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1000plants · 1 month ago

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You Don't Know Pt 6

Steve Rogers x Reader (GN)

Summary: Steve Rogers and his pretentious “know it all” attitude is getting on your last nerves. Neither of you know what to do about it.

Warnings- Swearing, negative self talk, NIGHTMARE (blood, guns, death. Kinda graphic but not really), My shit writing <3

Word count- 4.5k

Author's Note- A longer chapter now that my internet is a little better!!!

Beta read by my favorite beta: @sandbubbler

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Steve’s POV

“It’s obvious you have feelings for them, Steve. Even a blind person could see that,” Bucky told him with a shrug. Bucky flexed his hands a few times as he removed the wraps that were slowly tattering. They were both breathing hard, a few hours of stamina training will do that to ya. But Steve wasn’t interested in what Bucky was actually saying.

Steve ignored Bucky as he, once more, brushed the man off. The explanation of feeling like an older brother to a certain someone had, in many ways, calmed Steve down. There was still a lingering jolt in his body, though. One that he only could get rid of by absolutely wearing out his body through training.

“Yeah, I definitely do,” Steve mumbled in reply, still focused more on the punching bag than his friend. His face set in stone with a scowl. Grunting as he swung his fist harshly against the poor bag, the loud thud reverberated through the gym. His hand had grown numb, knuckles most definitely red with torn skin under the wraps that were protecting nothing by now.

Though, his admission wasn't what Bucky was looking for, and he damn well knew that. Bucky wasn’t expecting the Captain to so readily admit his feelings, but the purposeful side stepping was beginning to piss him off. Truly, Steve wasn't the kind of guy to deny his feelings, but admitting them was definitely not his strong suit.

Bucky rolled his eyes, huffing as he grabbed the punching bag to stop Steve from continuing, “I don't mean it like that, dumbass.”

Steve scoffed, jaw clenched as he relented slightly. With his head cocked to the side and hands on his hips, Steve met Bucky's eyes, “Then I don’t know what you mean,” Steve defiantly said.

Bucky ran his tongue over his lower lip, resisting the urge to actually smack some sense into Steve.

“Like hell you don't," Bucky sighed. Steve avoided looking at Bucky once more, fiddling with the tattered edge of the wraps on his hands. Before he could lose himself in the act of unwrapping them, Bucky grabbed his hands and started undoing them himself.

Steve now physically couldn't escape this. And he highly doubted Bucky would let him skirt around the topic for much longer.

“Why can't you just admit you like them?” Bucky tuts, shaking his head as he (not so gently) removes the bandages, “It would save all of us a lot of headache.”

The second part was definitely true, it would save Steve a headache as well. Ever since he had told Tony, it was Natasha who had quickly figured out the truth. Not that it would take a genius to piece it all together.

💗❓

“The jealousy, your strictness on them during missions. Jesus, I should’ve realized it sooner,” Natasha said in passing. It was just loud enough to make Steve freeze, and for Bucky to pry into what Nat had whispered.

Steve’s “deer in the headlights” look was more than enough to confirm it for Bucky. And, while the Winter Soldier was glad the rumors weren't about him anymore, he felt bad for Steve.

… Until Steve denied denied denied.

Then Bucky just started getting frustrated.

💗❓

“You don't have to tell them, but verbalizing it a little bit would probably really help,” Bucky offered. Steve narrowed his eyes at how Bucky was suddenly speaking more evenly, a bit softer too. Coaxing him into a false sense of security to bait him into admission wouldn't work on him.

“Verbalizing a lie wont do shit,” Steve retorted, pulling his hands from Bucky's grasp and flexing his hands. The skin that was lightly bloody and raw ached, but give them a few days and they'd be brand new.

The gentle parenting tactic wasn't going to work. So, Bucky quickly switched up his tactics. Bucky suddenly grabbed the front of Steve's shirt, not incredibly tightly, but enough to throw Steve off a bit, “You don't clam up, stammer, and turn every shade of red when someone accuses you of a lie, Steve,” Bucky lowly said.

The way Bucky had grabbed the collar of his shirt made it so that Steve had no choice but to look Bucky dead in the eyes. The seriousness that Bucky spoke with wasn't what he had been expecting. He swallowed weakly, losing much of the angry gusto he had been releasing onto the bag.

Steve was now just left with an aching hollowness in his chest. The same feeling he convinced himself was exhaustion from his workouts all week. The same feeling that only proved Bucky's point.

“Let go of me,” Steve grits, clenching his jaw slightly as he sets his face back into a scowl. He pushed Bucky's hand off of him, surprised at how easily Bucky released him.

“Whatever it is that I do or don't feel,” Steve turned his head from Bucky, taking a step back. He’d give Bucky this one singular win, “I won't do anything about it.”

It was bad form to get with another teammate. That was the same argument Steve initially had when he thought Bucky was sleeping with them. And, if Steve wasn't going to act on his thoughts, then there was absolutely no point in verbalizing them. Might as well cut down a tree if he wanted to waste air.

Steve had turned away from Bucky. The windows that weren't shaded had let in a stream of yellow goldnet light. It was just mid afternoon as the light pooled onto his bag, making the dark blue fabric seem richer in color. Not golden hour, Steve had learned, but just as nice…

It made him feel sick.

“The two of you bicker like a damned married couple,” Bucky called out to him, unhooking the punching bag from the ceiling. It fell to the ground with a deep and short-lived thud.

Steve just waved him off, grabbing the straps of his bag and pulling it away from the streams of light. He had humored Bucky enough, truly, he wished everyone would just forget it.

The only noise made by Bucky was the disinfectant cleaning the bag, the metal hook reattaching it off to the side with the others, and Bucky's footsteps that were going to the changing/shower room.

The gym was void of voices as the two of them cleaned up. The only sound coming from Steve was his bag zipping open, the rustling of a small towel, and the bag then being slung over his shoulder.

Steve reserved himself to just leaving the gym. He’d shower in his own room, hide away with his drawing pad for a while perhaps. He needed a little time to think, and everyone else had done more than enough thinking for him these past few days.

Bickering like a married couple.

Yeah, sure, Steve internally scoffed, it was nothing like that.

"But you guys don't get to do any of the fun stuff,”

Steve had just made it to the gym doors, pushing them open once he heard Bucky's voice following him.

His tone was more teasing this time. A good sign that there wasn't any real malice between them… But it made Steve stiffen nonetheless.

He hoped desperately Bucky hadn't seen him freeze, but he knew better than to think that. Steve quickly corrected himself and let himself out of the gym into the main hallways, the metal catch of the heavy doors was a welcomed sound.

What wasn't welcomed was seeing them.

💗❓Your POV

You had just wrapped up a video meeting with Phil Coulson, discussing the possibility of training some of the more promising SHIELD agents in a makeshift bootcamp for a few months. It sounded like a neat idea, you knew there were plenty of agents who got looked over, honing their skills with the Avengers would just perfectly help-

Why is he there?

No, that was the wrong question. Why is he just standing there?

Steve looked pale. Probably from the workout he had clearly just finished, but that didn't exactly explain the “I just saw a ghost” expression.

All those good feelings you had from the meeting with Coulson seemed to evaporate instantly, but you wouldn't let them leave so easily.

Steve may be a dickwad, but you weren't going to let him ruin another one of your days. This week had already been shitty, and the Blond hair blue-eyed guy giving you puppy dog eyes wasn't going to make it better

So, with your head held high and your gaze focused down the hallway, you quickly brush past Steve. Not caring where exactly you went, as long as it was away from him and you were away from him in the quickest amount of time possible.

You hated the way your throat grew dry and your mind went blank as you passed by him. The smell of his sweat was giving you a headache. You didn't want to give him a moment of your time, Dr. Raynor be damned, sparing him a glance even seemed like too much of a reprieve to give him.

Even still, sworn silence couldn't have stopped the words from leaving your mouth.

“You need to take a fucking shower,” You snipped at him, not tearing your eyes from the drab grey carpet that lined the floors.

If you had allowed yourself to look at him, you would've seen how he looked equally hurt and annoyed. The exact expression you had been wearing all week. Not that it mattered, he didn't even say anything back to you.

You weren't sure whether it stung or not.

-#-#-#-#-#-#-#-

Grateful Tony had given each room an ensuite, you dubbed tonight was a “you” day. You shut the door of your bathroom behind you, leaning back against the solid wood door as you take in the look of your bathroom.

It was more long than deep, what you had always considered an abnormally long bathroom was now your temporary spa sanctuary. Double sinks that held a blue cup with your toothbrush in between them, the hair products you had slowly accumulated over the years, and the Very Berry Foaming Handsoap™ that Natasha got you when she went out to Bath and Bodyworks last week.

It was cluttered, but you had made it your own. It had a vague nautical vibe going on, the porcelain tub/shower combo had a light blue and grey shower curtain pushed to the side. The wall decor were some small framed prints of anchors, ships, and compasses. You really hadn't changed it since you moved it, it was your room itself you had made your own. This bathroom was something you used twice a day for an hour at most… Why really change it up?

But looking at it now, the blues and greys seemed more like a haven than ever before. In here it was only you, no Steves or Buckys or Raynors or otherwise. It was just you.

When was the last time I had a bath? You wondered to yourself as you took a step further into the room, Eh, might as well lean into the whole spa day thing…

You knelt on the plush bathmat that was in front of the sinks, opening up the cabinets that hid the plumbing. You crinkled your nose as the smell of cleaning supplies, soap, and stale wood wafted towards you.

Bubble bath, bath bombs, oils, and salts… You sifted through the care items stuffed next to extra towels. You wondered when the last time you had used any of this. Some of it was a gift from your mom once you came back from your first SHIELD mission. A gift basket with a white bow on top, to relax and destress. She wanted to make sure you were taking care of yourself… were you?

Really, though, the last thing you wanted to do was think about all the ways you actually needed to fix yourself up. So, that meant pushing out every thought from your brain. Mindless relaxation, maybe a nap, was what you needed now more than ever.

You just grabbed a few things from under the sink, a floral bubble bath, Sunshine Joy bathbomb, and a random eucalyptus oil. Sure, that’d work. You set it all on the counter, standing up and nudging the cabinet shut with your knee.

You made quick work of the bath: warming the water, filling it up, dimming the lights, and adding in all the crap you had. The room was thickly filled with the smells of a hundred flowers and citrus scents. Oddly, the gentle headache that was making the blood in your head echo was welcomed. The dull pain that was just behind your eyes made your brows furrow as you stood in the middle of the bathroom.

Pressing your hands against the counter, the cold tile of the marble brought you back to the moment. You opened your eyes and looked at yourself in the mirror, did you always have bags under your eyes like this? Were they always that dark? You leaned forward a little more, almost glaring at the face that stared back at you. The nearly bloodshot eyes, small scars from old missions, acne that came back long after puberty ended…

You wanted to ask yourself when things got like this… When did you stop being that shiny new recruit? The one who was so excited to save the world all the time? The one who would take each punch and cut with vigor and respond with an attack that was just as brutal.

Oh, right, when you became an actual Avenger. When Steve decided he couldn’t handle his emotions like a fucking adult. When missions became not just risking your life but also risking a lecture from the Captain.

When did words - or lack of - hurt more than the broken bones?

It was with that question bouncing around your skull that you stripped your clothes off and climbed into the tub. The water was warm, nearly hot, as you sunk your aching body into it. The bubbles splashed up slightly against the edge of the tub. With a heavy sigh you let your muscles relax.

The scents had gone blind to your nose, just a vague bright scent penetrated the air. The warmth of the water, dimmed lights, and slow relaxation of your back, all sent your mind into a tizzy. Waxing in and out of consciousness as sleep tugged at your eyelids. The water wasn't cooled in the slightest, but you awoke a bit more suddenly as a growl ripped through your stomach.

“Are you fuckin’ kidding…” you mumbled, sitting up and reaching for your phone. The water sloshed over the edge slightly as you sat up faster than you should have.

5:21 pm, dinner. And you had skipped lunch thanks to the meeting with Phil, so your body was not happy right now.

Since you were already pampering yourself tonight, you let your heart choose your dinner. And Chinese food just seemed to sing. If angels and cherubs could have come down from the sky as you ordered way too much food, you wouldn't have questioned it.

You placed the order and turned on some music as you sank back into your comfortable rest. Images of Steve assaulted the back of your eyelids, forcing you to vehemently rip them open. Your left hand ached as you gripped the porcelain tub. Scowling, you release the tub and plunge your hand into the warm water, allowing the water to splash up on the walls of the bath.

It was clear that you couldn't relax with a clear mind. Something - someone - was going to continue to pop up in your mind's eye. You heavily sigh, the sound of your music was mindless noise as you tried to focus on it instead of literally anything else. But the lyrics all blurred together, your favorite songs were just jumbled nonsense that was slowly taking shape in the form of a certain American patriot.

He just couldn't leave you alone. He could avoid you when it comes to apologies, but not when you’re trying to not think of him?

Clearly, a bath wasn't going to silence the voices in your head, but maybe this night could still be salvaged.

You dried off and wrapped the towel around your body. The air in your bedroom was much colder than the bathroom. The heat from your makeshift sauna had caused the mirror to partially fog up.

-#-#-#-#-#-#-#-

Digging through your drawers, you pulled out a white tank top and some shorts. They were comfortable, and probably the only clothes you had that weren't 1. Dirty or 2. Going to make you sweat buckets. Which, the latter was definitely needed since you weren't entirely sure how well that bath had actually cleaned you off.

Your phone jingled with a melodic alert. An excited smile pulled on your lips as your stomach growled once more. Checking the alert, and you were correct, your feast had arrived.

You didn't necessarily have to sneak around the halls of the tower to claim your reward, but the idea of interacting with just about anyone was nearly enough to cause you to abandon your food all together.

The tile of the floors caused your whole body to chill. The tower was oddly quiet, being a Friday night you expected some kind of commotion. Especially from Tony, Clint, or Sam. But no, it was as if you were the only soul that dared to roam about. To anyone else, they'd take this in stride and probably just make a beeline to the Chinese food that was waiting neatly by the elevator, but you weren't anyone.

Whether it be the chill of the room or your years of training, you were glad to have already been treading lightly. There was an air of hushed whispers as you peaked your head around a corner. There was a light thrumming in your chest that felt like an ill omen. Not that your heart was necessarily beating faster or harder, but it was more obvious, more distinctive.

As you lightly padded the last few steps to the elevator, you still couldn't shake the feeling. The plastic take out bag was warm with the promise of food, and in an instant your brain shoved every worry to the furthest regions and re-centered its focus on the crab rangoons that were waiting for you.

-#-#-#-#-#-#-#-

Maybe it was because you had started working yourself into a food coma, or maybe it was the fact that the weather outside was drastically cooling off for the impending holidays, or maybe it was because Netflix decided to release its holiday movie lineups… But Single All The Way was NOT a bad watch.

It was a good enough rom-com that it provided the escape you had been looking for all night. Formulaic plot with just enough newness so that you could be pleasantly surprised and keep your brain mostly turned off.

Eating your beef lo mein cross-legged on your bed while you fiddle with the volume a hundred times over as to not disturb anyone who may hear, remind you of your early days at the SHIELD boot-camps. Silently trying to leave your mom and dad a sweet voice message before a mission while your roommate was fast asleep, having a night off and going out to a club with some of the recruits you had befriended, sneaking food from the dining halls and having a “feast” on the floor of your room with a few buddies.

But no, it wasn't quite like that. You were older now, an Avenger now… and watching sappy hallmark movies with the subtitles on and the volume at 14 (it used to be at 15 but Bucky had heard it once a few months ago and harped on your movie choices).

You had been lost in thought for just enough time for your hands to make decisions on their own. How does a classic love story about roommates to lovers lead you to watching Silence of the Lambs? Amazing question you couldn't even answer yourself.

Your food was growing cold as you watched.

All the relaxation you had accumulated over the past few hours had withered away slowly. You didn't even realize you had forgotten your fork and meal and instead just stiffly watched the movie. Knees aching as you sat cross legged, the base of your neck pricked with discomfort from the angle you had it tilted.

Watching Clarice fight tooth and nail to get Lector to help solve the murders, only to be undermined again and again by Chilton. A good movie, great movie even. Critically acclaimed and adored by filmheads.

Death, murder, psychopaths, sounds that haunt you…

Credits roll, and it brings back that thrumming in your bones. It was the movie, you rationalized as the credits rolled, A psych thriller is supposed to make you feel this way.

Steve had long left your memory, but what took his place was arguably worse.

The loud exhale that fell from your lips sounded like another person. There was a tingling in your hands and feet that made you flex them over and over to rid yourself of it. Like waking from a trance, your body suddenly seemed keen on moving again, this time looking for another hallmark movie.

Like that will get rid of the sounds…

You blinked a few times as you numbly selected the movie Anyone But You, it looked simple enough. Innocent and sappy. Perfect.

As the title sequence began, you felt the anxiety ping-ponging in your skull. This just won't do, you told yourself.

You stood up from your bed, taking care to set your food on the bedside table. You scoffed at yourself as you did the breathing exercises Dr. Raynor made you practice. It hurt your lungs, the air felt hot and dry as you breathed in for 4, held for 4, out for 4, held for 4, and repeated. You didn't let yourself close your eyes, but instead focused on the movie that played, coffee shop, bathroom, marriage, blah blah blah.

Luckily, it seemed to be enough of a grounding moment for you to suck in a breath that didn't hurt. And, you could more easily shove unwanted thoughts to the side. Plane, shot, bells, rip--

Water. You got yourself a glass of water from your bathroom.

Once you made your way back to your bed, you gobbled down the remainder of your food. It wasn't pleasant since it had dried slightly and was cold, but it was a welcomed weight in your stomach.

Chewing the last bite of food, you realized you had sat the dishes on your stupid journal. The dream journal that you were supposed to write in every night.

You never did.

Well, you sometimes did. For the bad nightmares, it hardly helped. But a few good dreams? Those were nice to remember. You picked up the nondescript leather bound journal, the pages were off white with thick blue lines. The paper was light as you flipped though it, scribbles of your handwriting in various ink colors were a blur to your eyes.

You stopped when that familiar butter yellow paper caught your eye,

Seeing that alone made you slam the book shut. Even still, the edge peaked out of the top, used now only as a book mark of your latest blank page instead of actual psychiatric advice.

You huffed and tossed the journal onto the table with a clatter. It could go burn for all you cared, it was only full of the same dream a hundred times, sometimes broken up with more normal nice dreams.

As you shuffle under your blankets, the movie playing something about a destination wedding, you let your relax into the mattress. Like the bath earlier, your body struggled to relax, but with enough coaxing, you fell into rest.

💗❓

Screaming, shouting, blood. Lots of blood. The ringing in your ears as another bullet rips through the air. The distant sound of a bomb screaming as it dove to the ground.

“Was this how every mission would go?” You asked yourself again and again as you watched your field partner choke on air as she succumbed to her bullet wounds.

You should’ve been able to help. There was so much you could have done. Why didn’t you do more? You idiot, you're reckless, you got a woman killed tonight.

The base was supposed to be empty, in and out mission, tiny team of people.

Something buzzed in your comms, back to the plane. Numbness overtook you as you dropped her body to the ground, there was nothing you could do for her. Shot in the lungs, stomach, neck… the longer you looked the more wounds that seemed to appear. Tearing your eyes away you run.

Legs heavy, breathing was impossible, since when was running on dry dirt like sprinting though molasses?

You don't remember getting on the plane, only it lifting off with you and one other man on it. Twelve of you had arrived, two were leaving.

No, one.

You didn't see who did it or how, but a well aimed bullet cleanly took the man out. He crumpled so simply, you wouldn't have known he got shot if not for the noise. And the blood. So much blood.

It stained your hands.

YOUR hands.

💗❓

It was nearly 2 in the morning when you awoke from your light sleep, a scream ripping out of your throat as you shot up in bed.

Sweat coated your flushed skin, body shaking as your heart raced in your chest. You couldn't focus on anything, tears that bubbled up clouded your vision.

You bit back a sob as you blindly searched for your lamp, grabbing the journal and working on just following your routine. Write it down. Write write write and maybe one day you'll have written it out of your brain. Your nightmares were always the same. Running running running. The mission that failed, that got you sent to Raynor, that ended up making you a whispered cryptid in the halls of SHIELD. All that you could see were the people who died. Because of you, for you. Deaths you never asked for, deaths you never wanted.

And maybe it was the paper, maybe it was the inability to write, maybe it was the desire to be anywhere but your bed…

You didn't even register your body getting out of bed, feet carrying you robotically out the door and down the hall to Bucky's room.

You didn't care what Raynor said, it didn't matter you had been avoiding him, you needed him and you--

“Nightmare?”

You swiveled, eyes wide as Steve stood in his doorway and peered towards you.

Fuck.

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And of course Super Paper Mario and 4. Convince me to give this game another try perhaps :]

4. …why you should choose to check out the world of this story and choose three gifs that should underline my point.

NOTE: i will be forgoing the GIF part and using pictures instead because every single GIF search result has been clogged up with mouth-breathers on the internet who have been arguing over whether SPM is good or bad and have been doing it in GIF form for years. don't believe me? search "super paper mario" on discord's gif search. you'll see it. you always see it.

oh jesus. see the thing about liking super paper mario is that there's a lot of SPM fans out there who really like the game but can't really connect a very important dot as to Why they like the game. (HINT: THEY PLAYED IT WHEN THEY WERE YOUNG AND ARE NOSTALGIC FOR IT SO THE FLAWS IT HAS IS WAY LESS FOR THEM, AND BY PROXY, ME.) IM self aware. i will never be able to hate the game, but i am incredibly aware that the gameplay can be fairly lacking sometimes. if the story doesnt already grip you, it probably wont ever be worth it to go through the gameplay. thats my bit. thats my piece.

(but then youll have people who see how SPM defenders dont like to critique it when it deserves to be critiqued and start going after stuff like "oh the story isnt even that good"? MAN WHY DID YOU BRING THE STORY INTO THIS.)

but i digress. the life of a paper mario fan is a long and hard one.

POINT THE FIRST. MARIO'S "EXPERIMENTAL" ERA.

you can argue that ttyd also fits this bill, and i think it does, but this is about SPM so im focusing on that. if the mario series has never really Gripped you or you havent really been a lifelong fan, i always think the gamecube-wii era of mario has been one of its more interesting moments. the switch renaissance has allowed a breath of creativity to come back into mario, and mario's allowed to be Weird again, but gamecube-wii mario is weird in a really SCUFFED way and i love it. the gamecube's flagship mario game was a LUIGI game where he cant even jump. super paper mario came out before mario galaxy or NSMBwii. that was our mario rep on the wii for a while. mario games get a little crazy, a little weird here. and so what you get is a more melancholic story about the end of all worlds, and exploring what it really means to be a hero, and the closest many games will get to acknowledging that the mario characters can have emotions that arent Perfect. its just such a fascinating era for such a perfectly-marketable franchise and i adore it. it's a testament to what mario can Be, for me. Mario Is Weird. say it with me now!

POINT THE SECOND. GOODBYE TO A WORLD.

i just really like the theme of All Worlds Coming To An End. usually in these sort of things, it's "save the world so the world doesnt end!" but in this game, it really feels like "the world is ending and you have to fight even to have a chance to succeed". it colours the tone of the game in such a fantastic way. many songs in the OST have a ticking clock in them. the inescapable void is even in the hub world. it's like the majora's mask of paper mario. many people talk this up but the fact that in chapter 6, you're beholden to the traditions of a silly king who REFUSES to believe the world is ending even when HIS ENTIRE SKY IS PURPLE, and youre trying so hard to beat this 100-man duel faster and faster, only for the world to end and then youre forced to go back into the chapter and see this GRAVEYARD. it makes it so much more tangible. THIS is what will happen if you fail. and this overhanging melancholy paints the themes of love so much stronger. it's not just a love story, it's a love story in adversity. love conquers all, but what is the "all" in question? well, this. bleakness. sometimes the bleakness is part of the love. sometimes you make a sacrifice in the name of love, and nobody likes it, but you know it must be. the whole game is actually a love story between bleck and tippi and it just grips me so. it's such a multi-faceted depiction of love and loss that it feels so much more real to me, that love isn't always the Magical Solution. love is a sword, a shield, a prayer, a wish, a curse, a blessing, an order, an act of cowardice, an act of bravery, a sacrifice.

(you see what i mean? i can literally only be talking like this because i grew up with this stupid ass game)

POINT THE THIRD. FUCK ALL THAT THOUGH LET'S TALK ABOUT THE BLECK MINIONS.

so, the whole kind of crux of this game is that it's a love story between bleck, the main antagonist, and tippi, your companion, right. if you can't flesh both of them out you're in a bad way. obviously for tippi, she's hanging around you all the time, and you get to hear her journey play out throughout the entire game. BUT WHAT OF BLECK? HE'S HIDING IN HIS CASTLE! how are we supposed to know more about him and learn his story if he is IN HIS CASTLE? well that's why after every chapter, there's this interlude where we CHECK UP ON THE BAD GUYS.

i blame this game entirely for my love of villains. this gang of baddies has so much quirks and personality that i find it hard NOT to love them. they're not just gormless minions of the count- each shows their own personality in their relationship with him. mimi has a puppy-love crush on him, o'chunks has a sort of warrior's bond with him, nastasia pledges herself to him and almost uses the minions she controls as a conduit for her dedication to him, dimentio is like a cat in a bird store, and mr l clearly isnt supposed to be here but i dont think he knows that. the minions bicker amongst themselves but clearly have a bond of cameraderie because it all feels like teasing of people who've known each other for a long time.

you fight each minion at least twice, and even though the lackluster gameplay kinda comes in full force again, you get to see so much PERSONALITY in these guys. mimi is super-bratty but seems to know most people would see her as a monster so leans into it, dimentio is playful and jovial while also having his own motives, o'chunks is bold and brash but asks you to finish him off the second time he fails, mr. l is cocky to a fault and reeks of insecurity. i just love having these guys we can always check up on. it's like lord crump but MOOOOORE.

and through a combo of you inferring things about these people and some of the Deeper Lore (flopside bar stories), you kinda come to learn that these minions were kinda manipulated by bleck when they were at their lowest. mimi is a failed creation of SOMETHING. o'chunks' men all died because there was a traitor in his midst. nastasia was saved from a cage by bleck. and the more you learn about bleck the more you see that he is a man grieving the woman he loved, apathetically trying to end all worlds so the pain would end. he lies to the minion, he says he aims to make perfect new worlds, and they believe him, and they love him, because he saved them.

this sort of birth of a relationship through bleck's pain and manipulation comes through by the end, as the love the minions have for bleck is a KEY part of the final act. and idk it's a bunch of deeply-hurting misfits binding together and accidentally finding love in a world they found loveless. i think thats really cool. i think THEYRE really cool. such an awesome cast of villains.

but yknow. again. this is my childhood game. the special feeling i have for it can't really just be put into words. it's my diamond in the rough and nothing can really change that. it's Home.

#mothra answers #super paper mario #mario #OOPS LOL THIS GOT LONG.

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