#i really dont need to say anything else...

[on-the-clear-blue]

Unlike the others, Connor wasnt very excited about having a new "brother".

He had only really truly started to get along with Clark (yes he refused to call the man anything else) a few months ago after years of emotional will tehy won't theying, and it was only now that Connor actually had a room at the Kents.

But as always, they were firmly still awkward around each other, usually needing another person there to be social lubricant to make sure neither of them said something random like "Why dont you love me" or "I never wanted you to exits but-"

Anyways...after the sudden outburst of swearing and cursing to flipping Batman of all people, Connor was looking forward to at least introducing Danny to Tim...not the other Bats or Birds just yet, no body needs that kinda attitudes or bullshittery without deserving it.

His eyes flicked between this Maddie lady and Clark, he could see the resignation on her face, along with guilt and a swiftly crushed hope.

('Wow, great job Clarkie, way to just harsh the vibe')

The boy, or really, teen was standing by his mother looking he would rather be anywhere else, and Connor could understand that too a T.

He was told that Danny had powers and a lab accident, so at least the usually Kryptonian suite of weirdness mixed with whatever kinda crazy science that the Fentons had cooked up (Clark had been tight lipped with just what exactly the woman and the husband she cheated on were doctors of, though he was sure a quick stop to Titans Tower or a YJ base to run a search)

What Connor was trying to get at was...Danny would 100% get a "Super" title and some blue spandex in a week tops, maybe sooner. Something about being around Clark just made perfectly sane people decide to be heros and vigilantes.

(For fucks sake he is sure he had caught Lois brainstorming a hero name out loud before she saw him and blushed harder than he had ever seen her do before telling him to go clean his room)

---

Clark stared into Madelines eyes, daring the woman to say something else, to try and insulate that he could have been cared the least bit about her still.

There was a time, years back, that he would have dropped everything in his life to see this woman again, he had built her up to be some sort of goddess in his mind and yet.

The second he actually saw her again all he could feel was apathy for her, and anger at being denied access to his son.

He watched as she nodded, eyes squeezed shut before letting out a long sigh, before finally turning away from Clark, and to the son he never knew he had.

"Daniel, I love you. More than you ever could know...Jack and I will fix this, we...it was our fault this is happening. I will call you when I can okay? Jazz will be coming up next week with some supplies and a few..." the woman turned to the Kents, then to the people milling in the street, it seemed the Fenton sized tank was gathering more attention the longer it stayed there on the busy city street.

"She'll have some vials, it should speed up the healing process, dont use any of *those* powers dont turn, anything with ecto can alert them, just..." the woman's eyes flicker to the Kents once more, "Learn from your...learn from Clark how to defend yourself, he will know a bit more than I do about what you can do."

The two, mother and son, shared a long hug before they pulled apart, and like that Madeline Fenton was out of his life once again.

---

Okay yeah Jon had so many questions and he was going to explode if he cant ask any of them.

But a quick look to his mom and- Yeah the clouds look great today, totally not going to just blurt stuff out, it would be...untactful.

He watched as the silver hulking beast actually crunched down the street, leaving some cracks on the pavement as it sped off...

Yeah the Mayor was so going to hear about that...at least this time it wasnt one of his family members that caused the destruction of public property!

Wait tho if it was Danny's mom then...technically it was...

"Dad can I show Daniel around the house! I want to give him the tour!" Jon decided that, it wanst worth worrying about the city's budget when he had a new brother to show around!

His Dad looked towards him, having stared after the silver tank as it left until he called out, and he only gave a small smile when Jon usually would have gotten a grin, "Of course kiddo, just go slow with him...Daniel is still healing."

Right, he was hurt...wait what even hurt him? Like he was a half Kryptonian right? Did this GIW group find Kryptonite? Ughhhhh that would totally, utterly suck dealing with...

But thats Later Jon's problem, right now he had something better to do!

"Come on! We're sharing a room since Kon is a jerk and didn't want to share! Mom and I built a bunk bed and I'll even let you get the top bunk if you want! Oh this is gonna be so cool!"

Grabbing his new brothers hand, Jon started to, carefully, drag him into the condo building.

---

After one awkward elevator ride up, filled with the youngest chattering away about anything that seemed to pop into his mind, Danny was very quickly realizing just how much the low ecto in Metropolis was affecting him.

Danny was usually pretty good with kids younger than him, having done his fair share of babysitting jobs and dealing with Young Blood, and hell, Jon wasnt even that much younger than him, barely a year and half younger (if Tuckers super secret technique of scrolling through Clark and Lois's Facebook accounts were correct)

But by the time the elevator stopped, and he was able to step out, Danny was utterly drained.

Maybe it was the cross country road trip at break neck speed, dodging their GIW tails and fighting anyone that they couldn't go around, plus the extra burden of healing...

Danny only wanted to eat a dozen Nasty Burgers, down a gallon of cola and hibernate till next spring.

Though, he didnt have the heart to phase through Jon's grip on his arm, and let himself be pulled along.

Once inside the apartment he would be staying in for an undisclosed period of time (about long enough for his mom and...yeah Jack is still his Dad, to dismantle the GIW), Danny could see that it was a pretty average place, nothing super fancy but still better than his house. Though not as fancy as Sam's mansion.

"Okay so this is the living room, Mom says we can watch what ever we want as long as it is pg-13 or keep it down if it's R, the dining room is over there, we only really eat then on Sundays." Danny nodded along, walking with yhe younger boy before pausing as he felt his phone vibrate in him.

Yes, inside of him.

He had lost the damn thing so many times between fights, extra dimensional hops and governmental black site medical exams that he had found it just so easy to keep inside of him for safe keeping.

Looking over to Jon to pull his hand away, he was met with a barely, pathetically hidden look of horror.

Then he felt a large hand on his shoulder and suddenly he was spun around, looking at his bio dad and oh shit he looks pissed...oh not pissed, okay many a bit angry but very concerned it seemed.

"Daniel...what is ringing inside of you?"

Ugh...he really didn't want to deal with this....

Maddie looked down at the floating, giggling baby boy in front of her, and felt old guilt bubble up inside of her.

It had been at first time Jack and her had fought, disagreeing on theories and neither of them left the arguments at the lab, Jazz had just been a little girl then, barely tottering around with a big gummy smile.

They had tried to patch it up, to pretend that the words they said in their rants didn't hurt, but in the end...Jack had taken Jazz up state, vist his family for the summer and leaving Maddy all alone.

It really was a moment of weakness, she had met Clark Kent and it was a whirlwind of emotions almost instantly.

She had a type, sue her, big nerdy farm boys that stuttered when they got kissed, who looked at her like she was the only thing that ever mattered...

She saw Jack in Clark's sky blue eyes, and the guilt built up.

The romance was wild and fast, like a runaway train hurtling towards a cliff. They moved fast, skipping through the long talks and planning that she had with Jack, and going right to the down and dirty.

Even though she loved it (even though she loved Him) Maddie knew that she couldn't keep it up, she admitted in the end, that she was married, that she had a child and neither of them wanted to tare that family apart.

She still remembered the betrayed look on Clark's face when she told him, when he found out that she was cheating on her husband, the kind of hurt that echoed in her mind, those sky blue eyes that she fell so hard for were like icy flakes as she held her head in her hands and cried.

She didn't know what she had wanted from.him then, to fight for her, perhaps to even comfort her at that time, even though she had spent the last months living a lie. In the end Clark just stood and left, his shoulders tight and back straight, walking out of the small apartment that Maddie rented in Metropolis to get away from it all.

It was for the best, she knew that. When Jack came back they managed to work the relationship out, Jazz had been young enough not to remember the fighting.

And by the time that the baby bump started to form, she didn't doubt that it couldn't have been Jacks child.

(A lingering in the back of her mind, a dark nothingness whispered, "its not his. It's the man you toyed with and threw away")

She had managed to push those thoughts aaway, convincing herself that it had to be Jacks, that the child (Daniel, after her grandfather) would bring them together, mend the cracks even more.

When the boy was born she could only see His eyes. Not Jacks cloudy, ocean blues, but Clark's stark sky colored ones, the same small curl in his downy baby hair.

She had never felt more in love, and never had felt more disgusted in herself.

Maddie let Jack think Danny was his, trying to keep the grimace off her face each time she saw her husband, the man she had spent so long building up a new branch of science with, coo and tickle the child that was proof of her infidelity.

When the boy started to float, that was when she felt a pang of panic, she didn't have the meta gene, she had tested and double tested to make sure, and came to the conclusion that it was Clark. That Clark had powers and never felt comfortable enough to tell her.

(Little did she know, that on the day she told him, Clark had a ring in his pocket, his mother's simple band that held a small diamond, he had planned to propose, to tell her his biggest secret, but the words died in his throat at her confession, and the box now sat, in the dark corner of his bedside table, only to be gazed at with a sorrowful heart in days he is reminded of the woman he thought he knew)

It was when the boy, Danny was age 14, bloody and delirious, with scars in a Y shape across his chest that oozed green instead of red, when she had to pull him out from a lab that used her own technology to torture her son that she finally pulled out her phone, with shaking hands she typed out the same number that even after all these years she still remembered.

"Hello Kent residency! How can I help ya?" A young voice answered, and she could hear the cheery sunshine smile through the line.

("He has a family now. Don't you dare feel jealous Madeline, you did this to yourself")

"Hi there, is Clark there? I-i need to speak to him about something." She managed to say with an even voice, even though her heart pounded in her chest.

"Uhhh...yeah I think Dad is around. Lemme-oop here he is" there was a rustling as the phone was passed between hands, a whispered conversation.

("Who is it Jon? *I dunno Dad, just some lady asking for you?* sigh, dont just answer my phone son, now go help your mother, it isnt fair that she does all the house work")

There was a shuffle of feet and then- "Hello, Clark speaking, may I ask who is calling?"

That voice. It was deep but gentle and caring, smooth like velvet with a hit of that country still in him.

"Clark...its been a while....I-its Madeline. Please dont hang up. I am just...I just need you help with something." She hears a sharp drawn in breath, the perfect stillness that she could have thought that he had hung up until-

"What do you need." It was clipped, words controlled and even, though there was something behind held back, old emotions and hurt dug back up with just a simple phone call.

"After...our-our relationship. I got back with Jack. I am not...not calling to get back together. It's just...Clark I was pregnant. It...he was yours."

There was another drawn in breath, then a sound closer to a whimper than a sigh "W-what?" (On the other side, the Man of Steel was hunching over the living room coffee table, glasses thrown to the side as he massaged the bridge of his nose, breath speeding up as his brain raced) "How...how can you be sure it is mine..."

She presses her back agaisnt a wall, her head leaning agaisnt it as her eyes closed, "Clark. He can fly. And lift cars. And...and lived when thousands of volts of electricity ran through his body...I dont have the meta gene, neither does my parents or Jack and his. The only conclusion i can come is that..."

"He's mine..." Clark's voice was limp, sounding far away yet all the same still there.

Neither of them spoke for a few minutes, both clearly going though the motions, before Clark finally spoke "Why did you never tell me till now." There was a longing in his voice, one that Maddie couldn't fully understand.

"It wasnt until he was born that I knew for certain Danny was yours Clark. I didn't want to...to risk everything that Jack and I had built again after it all just to call you...I knew how much you had wanted to be a father but i...I was scared Clark."

The mans stuttered breathing was the only way that Maddie knew that he hadn't hung up, "I am only reaching out now that...that Danny is in danger. Things have been happening and...he needs to get away from Amity Park, the GIW have been hunting him. I have managed to stem most of the attempts but they are getting annoyed at the lack of results. I dont ask you this lightly Clark...but I have no body else to ask."

The line was quiet for a while, before Clark breathed out slowly, "I would love to meet him...a-and if he is in danger...i-i would be honored to take care of him."

---

Danny clutches his bag as he stares up at the tall condo, his nose scrunching up as he makes a face, "...Y'know mom when I said I wanted to cosplay Percy Jackson for Halloween I was thinking, more letting me dye my hair silver for the stripe thing and getting an orange t-shirt and a sword, less finding out my dad isnt actually my dad and getting shipped to New York..."

Maddie sighs as she rubs at her eyes, "Daniel...please. this is hard for me enough already. I really do not have the patience for the sass...Clark is a good man, he will take care of you while Jack and I take care of the GIW..."

Neither of them get the chance to respond as a tall man with curly black hair steps out from the condos entrance, flanked by a dark haired woman, a young boy with a big smile and a punkish looking teen that seemed to want to be anywhere else.

"Here they are Danny, the Kents."

[carlyraejepsans]

Hey, as a victim of stalking I wanted to reach out and say thank you for pointing out for people/advocating that asgores behavior at the very LEAST borders on it if not is straight up stalking. Obviously we dont know his entire character yet, im so interested to see what we are given in chapter 5, but his behavior is blatantly horrific towards Toriel and every time I see people acting like its cute and hes innocent it makes me feel incredibly unsafe.

Genuinely its a terrifying experience to be stalked, ESPECIALLY by someone you have bad blood with, and seeing toriel deal with it is really upsetting. Im not even saying I hate asgore! Ive been a utdr fan from the start, its hard to get me to hate him! But its important to point out his behavior for the sake of understanding the narrative we’re being given and the reasoning and results of it. So thank you for flat out calling it that.

you're welcome, it's actually something that baffles me about the game's writing for him. it's simultaneously played for laughs and also treats toriel's reaction of discomfort as completely serious which ???? is so tonally weird it makes the gag fall completely flat. you approach the matter from the perspective of "properly analysing asgore" but personally, at this point, the only reason i want to see asgore again is to get anything ELSE of him that's actually good, because everything so far just makes me deeply wish he wasn't here. there were other better ways to show his obsession with bringing things back as they were. his social ineptitude is neither funny nor endearing, it's just gross, and i don't want him on my screen. "LEAVE HER ALONE. GET A JOB" etc

but you're right, that is literally stalking. by definition. it's implied he's been giving her flowers long before the game starts, he ambushes her outside of church AND inside sans' shop in chapter 2 (literally eavesdropping on their conversation outside the door to barge in with a joke himself). there's also that comment tenna makes before the susiezilla minigame telling her to come back to watch tv even if it's in secret, through the window, and promises he won't call the police on her. which... yeah I'm not taking that as proof necessarily because it's A Lot and far from anything I'd call genuine "evidence"... but if it's implying what it could theoretically be implying toriel needs to hit asgore with her car. like, yesterday

[dee-writes-anime]

hii i just stumbled over your page and been loving dadzawa stories ☺️☺️

im wondering if it's possible for the reader to be aizawa daughter and be in class 1A, but aizawa has been slightly focusing more on the other students like training with them more often he hasn't spent much time with the reader. because of this, the reader has been distancing themselves from aizawa because they don't feel good enough.

you dont have to do this if you want!! take care ❤️❤️

Shadowboxing

FEATURING Shouta Aizawa x Reader (PLATONIC)

SUMMARY it's hard for most parents not to show favoritism toward their kids, it seems your dad doesn't have the same problem. Quite the opposite, actually.

CONTENT WARNINGS emotional neglect, insecurity, self-worth issues, parent/child tension, implied burnout

AUTHORS NOTE this request felt kinda similar to a fic I already wrote called Silent Poems so I tried my best to do a different take on it, I hope it turned out okay. 😅

You don't notice a change at first.

A missed sparring session here. A skipped review there. Aizawa circling the room during combat class and offering feedback to everyone but you.

You don’t say anything.

You don’t want to be that kid—the one who needs their dad’s attention in the middle of a hero training course. You don’t want to make it seem like favoritism. If anything, you try harder not to stand out. Blend in. Be just another face in the crowd of 1-A.

It should be fine. It should be professional. That's what he always said growing up. “When we’re at school, I’m your teacher. Not your dad.”

You understood.

But lately, it feels like he’s not either.

Midoriya gets extra time in the gym after hours. Bakugou gets pushed in private sessions to develop his close-range defense. Todoroki gets theory support from Aizawa himself.

You?

You train alone.

You stop asking questions in class. Stop raising your hand. You’re not trying to be petty—you’re just tired. It’s easier to figure things out yourself than wait for a glance that never comes.

And it’s not like anyone notices.

They assume it’s just your personality. That you’re quiet like him. Focused like him. Distant like him.

But they don’t see you leaving the dorm common room when he stops by for a quick chat with the class.

They don’t see you watching him linger over Kaminari’s form correction, or how he claps Kirishima on the back when he nails a breakthrough.

They don’t see how you shrink a little smaller every time he walks past you like you’re invisible.

“You and Eraser seem kinda… stiff lately,” Kaminari says casually one evening as you’re stretching before lights out.

You tie your sneaker tighter.

“Dunno what you mean.”

“Just feels like he’s been riding everyone else’s progress hard, but he doesn’t really talk to you much anymore. I figured he was giving you, like, space or whatever?”

“Maybe.”

You don’t tell him about how Aizawa used to quiz you on quirk theory at the breakfast table. How he used to walk you to school, not because he had to—but because he liked spending time with you. You don’t tell him about the mornings when he’d hand you a protein bar with a sleepy pat on the head and say, “Don’t let anyone push you around, kid.”

Because that version of him hasn’t looked at you like that in a long time.

You’re in the gym late when he finally decides to show up.

The lights are dimmed. Everyone’s gone. You’ve been hammering the same training combo over and over, sweat dripping into your eyes, muscles aching. You’re pushing yourself harder than you should, but it’s the only way you feel seen lately. The only way you feel anything.

You hit the mat. Again. Again. Again.

And then—his voice.

"You’ve been here for two hours."

You flinch.

He’s standing in the doorway, arms crossed, expression unreadable. The same one he wears during debriefs or staff meetings. You don’t know what you were hoping for—concern? Frustration? Something?

Instead, you turn your back and pick up your water bottle.

“I’m fine.”

“Doesn’t look like it.”

You exhale a quiet laugh, bitter and small.

“You’d know what that looks like?”

Silence.

Then his footsteps, slow and even, cross the mat. He stops a few feet away, still watching you.

“You’ve been distant,” he says.

You shrug. “Takes one to know one.”

A pause.

“You could’ve said something.”

You turn, jaw clenched.

“Right. Because that’s how it works? I say, ‘Hey, Dad, could you maybe look at me when you’re giving out feedback?’ and you drop everything to coach me like you do everyone else?”

His eyes flicker. You keep going.

“I see how you are with them. You challenge them. You push them. You believe in them. You give them your time. Your energy. You treat them like they’re worthy of being heroes.”

Your voice cracks there. Just slightly.

“And me?” you finish. “I’m just your kid. And I guess you already decided I’m not worth the extra effort.”

He doesn’t answer right away.

And that silence—that pause of hesitation—that hurts.

Because maybe it means you’re right.

When he does speak, his voice is lower.

“I thought giving you space was what you wanted.”

“No,” you snap. “You assumed that. You assumed I’d be fine without you. That I didn’t need you like they do. You didn’t even check.”

“I didn’t want to show favoritism.”

“Then don’t show favoritism,” you say. “Show fairness. Show me that I matter as a student. Or a daughter. Either. Both. Something.”

His jaw tightens. His eyes shift away.

“I didn’t realize I’d made you feel that way.”

You cross your arms, hugging them close to your chest.

“Well, now you do.”

Another beat of silence.

“I’m sorry.”

The words are soft. Genuine. And they don’t fix it—but they land. They settle in the bruised space between you. Honest. Late. But there.

“I didn’t mean to make you feel like you weren’t good enough,” he says, stepping closer. “You’re not just my daughter. You’re a student with potential. With strength. You’re smart. Focused. Driven. You don’t act out. You don’t complain. And maybe that made me overlook you. That’s on me.”

You stare at him.

You want to be angry.

But mostly you’re just… tired.

“Do you even know what my last two combat scores were?”

A pause. His mouth opens.

Closes.

He doesn’t know.

You nod slowly. Look away.

“That’s what I thought.”

He moves to sit on the edge of the mat beside you. He doesn’t reach for you. Doesn’t push. Just sits.

And maybe that’s the best thing he’s done in a while.

“You’ve been training hard,” he says after a moment. “Too hard. I saw your form earlier. You’re compensating. Overcorrecting. You’re going to hurt yourself.”

You rest your forehead on your knees.

“I don’t want to be invisible.”

“You’re not.”

“You made me feel like I was.”

He nods. Doesn’t argue.

“Then I need to change that.”

You don’t say anything.

But when he gets up to leave, he says over his shoulder, “Combat review tomorrow. 6AM. One-on-one. Bring your gear.”

You lift your head.

“Seriously?”

“Seriously.”

“You better show up.”

He raises an eyebrow.

“You saying you don’t trust your teacher?”

You exhale a tired laugh.

“I’m saying I don’t trust my dad.”

That makes him pause. Just for a second.

Then, softer this time: “Then let’s rebuild that.”

He’s there at 5:50 the next morning.

You don’t talk much.

But he watches you closer than he has in months.

Corrects your stance. Challenges your moves. Pushes you until your muscles shake—but not until you break.

When the session ends, he claps you gently on the shoulder.

“You did good.”

And it’s not everything.

But it’s something.

And for now—that’s enough.

[polyhexian]

okay, my thoughts i jotted down while reading the new story:

OH OKAY SO ITS JUST LIKE LIKE THAT. sorry mb, that wasnt the first time art threatened to bomb a bunch of people. you arent special.

DAD AND DAD. okay. im glad i didnt contradict that, because i was going to have her say dad and… something else. papa? pop. something. god. dad and dad.

"vaguely" threatning. seth, that wasnt vague.

good lord they just kidnap people off the streets apparently for labour camps. no contract needed. man this is really one of the worst cyberpunk dystopias ive ever seen. i dont really feel bad for depicting it with some real evil, that shit is definitely out there too

is this the first time art has ever suggested a bulletproof vest? how did it get this far without that

NO, I DISLIKE TARIK AIJFNKAJNSADLKNLSKDA WHAT

OH YEAH, IT MIGHT BE ON FIRE. DIDNT THINK IT WAS RELEVANT. OFF YOU GO. so much for people who thought art might be particularly protective of iris. its like shoo into the fire i believe in you sis

FUCK YEAH BABY ART LEARNED SHIT FROM ITS NEW FRIEND THAT ITS IMMEDIATELY EMPLOYING

MEDIA

god art is so fucking funny

rubes lmfao

fucking laundry even in space smh

FROM YOUR FRRIIIIEEEENDDDD

the tiny drones…….

ohhhh tarik, tarik, i knew id like you. good lad, iding those things on sight. secunit would hate you.

holy shit. "have a chance with peri." i kind of thought when mb said it had like 47 plans to take down the ship, though a lot of them would kill them both, i kind of was like yeah you have these theories but none of them are probably solid. but if tarik thinks that a secunit- a normal secunit- could possibly have a chance- well fuck, dude, maybe mb actually could

wow! violating a confidence. even to iris, its unwilling to immediately betray mb's trust. obviously eventually this happens- my guess is that they run into a secunit here and something happens to it. im imagining, tho i think it unlikely, a secunit from this corporate takeover chasing them and tarik shooting it and peri telling him to stop, but he gets a lucky headshot and kills it, and art is like. really fucked up about it, and thats what really blows the keg open. or maybe it cant resist spilling the beans about its cool new friend right the fuck now!!!

oh my fucking god its got a crush

ive never encounrated a machine intelligence that i could experience this kind of rapport with before…

ITS GIVEN ME A BETTER UNDERSTANDING OF TRAUMA…

IT JUST FUCKIN BREAKS RIGHT THERE. ITS A ROGUE SECUNIT. it cant even help itself it just has to gush about this cool new friend its obsessed with rIGHT NOW

"if youre feeling… anything about this" jesus christ are we ACTUALLY going to get aro MB and NOT aro art??? is wells thinking art is ROMANTICALLY interested in it???????????? good lord

i already headcanoned this top tier qpr baing aro mb and art actually not being aro at all and being genuinely romantically interested in mb but now im REALLY feeling that that might genuinely be whats going on here. or at least, that iris certainly thinks so. and art is certainly not denying it.

alas! no drama. no big scene. ill just imagine it in my head, where they have to escape from this dangerous mission, pursued by a secunit, and tarik takes it out. and art gets all fuck! no, i told you not to do that! and tarik is just like what?? it was just a secunit! and peri has a big emotional explosion about it. that will live in my noodle. actually im just going to imagine that happens anyway directly after this. thank u.

a nice story. nice to get more time with these characters, to see art when its not around mb, to get more of its relationship with iris.

[goomyloid]

A big part of Kriselle dynamic for me is the "childishness" with which they act around eachother (aka Kris being the only one who knows how weird Noelle is, Noelle actually playing along to Kris' antics, their whole theme of reminiscing about how it used to be, etc). And I don't know if you're doing this on purpose, but they're always such babies even when it's supposed to be a serious moment in your comics-

I'll die

eheheh... if you mean in reference to my art style, then yea, i guess i do end up making them more cute than anything... its in my roots as an Aesthetic Anime Girl Artist, and i think my whole life i've just wanted to have a cute art style more than anything. if anything, its something i think ill hold onto with my style for a long time, because its fun to subvert the cuteness in horror scenarios, or somehow use the cuteness to make horror scenarios more unsettling. (<-guy who is a higurashi fan)

and also yes their childishness around each other.............. i really enjoy how they dont even have to try to put up any fronts when theyre around each other, noelle especially, who feels like she needs to appear Normal in front of everyone, except for kris who already knows the real her through and through... even though she simultaneously feels like she Doesnt Know How to act around kris bc of the distance between them, they're the one person she's able to relax around... she can tease them and say what she really thinks around them when she can't really do that with anyone else... (clutching my head) im gonna be sick brb

[deuxadeux-if]

ahem

hi hi hi

i have been reworking the outline and whatnot as i mentioned i would hopefully do in time. my goal is tentatively to have the outline solidified with beat-by-beat details structured nicely by the end of July. so far it’s looking good on that front, but i’m not rushing it terribly as i’d rather begin an actual draft again once i feel very secure in the plotting/planning than begin drafting before i feel confident in the story as a whole.

i dont really have anything else to share at this time but just in case anyone was wondering yes i have picked this back up (albeit slowly) once more. i will be redoing the prologue and chapter 1 (which is unforch and tragic), not because i truly desire a rewrite—i actually am not terribly dissatisfied with what i’d had written at first, and if i had written those drafts in line with the new changes i’ve made to the outline and general structure of the story, i would certainly have kept it. however, i have elected to make big changes, which fall roughly into one of the following two categories.

i am going to be stricter with my word count goals, and limit it a good amount so the project doesn’t become unwieldy. the plan is to have a short prologue, 8 chapters (each averaging about 50,000 words, i THINK—but this may change a little, not super sure yet), and a short epilogue. branches will go wide at some points, but aside from the endings (which will, necessarily, be somewhere between moderately and very different from one another) the story will come together after major branching until the very end. that is to say, there will be plot points serving as “anchors”/bottlenecks to keep things moving relatively in the same direction, despite any flag- or stat-based variations that branch things out differently at times.

the nitty-gritty of Deux à Deux has changed quite a bit in the name of keeping a more precise/purposeful storyline AND more manageable variables on my end. characters, settings, PC (to some extent), ROs, and general plot stuff has been tweaked significantly. the new/different things are roughly as follows:

NEW & DIFFERENT THINGS...

Erin and Theo are no longer ROs (sorry—i love them too but it’s a necessary evil i fear)

PC is no longer a boxer. this is mostly because it just was another variable/personality thing that i didn’t really need to be there, and combat isn’t going to be as big of a Thing as i initially dreamed of

There are new people & figures in the world of Deux that matter. not much more to say about this for the moment, but this is mostly a vague stand-in explanation that will make more sense relatively early in the story

R Burns is now Ronnie Burns for all genders. Ronnie is still gender-selectable by player. only thing with the name is if they’re a woman in your playthrough then Ronnie is short for Veronica—otherwise it’s just Ronnie all around!

M Nguyen is now Minh Nguyen for all genders. same situation as with Ronnie. really this is just because i do not want to deal with the name coding variations. also i really like the names Ronnie and Minh and want to leave them for all genders AHA

The reason the Lyonses and PC initially get drawn together is going to be a little different. not too much for me to say here, because luckily for me i didn’t end up releasing ch. 1 before the hiatus the past few months, but basically PC will have more agency here. or like…PC will be a standalone person, and will not be inherently reliant on the Lyonses in the sort of pseudo-sugar-baby-but-not-quite kinda way it was initially planned to be

so…yes! things will be different to how i initially sort of expected, in terms of plot but also a little bit in terms of tone and theme. but i like it a lot, and i think it’s getting pretty decent. we shall see, but regardless i hope we all have a great time on the journey AHAH (and i think we will!!)

i’m super excited to start drafting again with a real real real plan for the story, i think it will give me a lot more confidence to like. write well! lol. also—the patreon will not be returning because i don’t think it’s necessary for this project. any random drabbles/POVs/other stuff will be posted for free on here or somewhere else tbd. but the actual game will be like…basically my only concern.

so yes. a new demo is TBD, but the project is on again for sure. in the meantime, if anyone wants to check out the pinterest and whatnot there is some new stuff on there (some VERY new stuff, i might add….like. VERY new. intriguing and unfamiliar people, places, and things. ahem.) the boards aren’t like 100% polished on there, but i’ve kept this in drafts for like ages now and it’s starting to make me antsy so idgaf i’m posting anyways

talk soon<3 ray

[azonewithu]

Nobody wants to do much good for this world. If both my bodyguards are with me and they are no one wants to respond to any of thesecwords. The…fuckn egyptians couldnt fuckn believe it either. And we got pharohs all around. Financial pharohs political ones. Dont any of you fuck around orcrespond to anything written by anyone. Youre a shitty ass soldier if you move on your own and not with the rest of your army anyway. You dont know wtf youre doing. Now im honna take a break from beating you up and just go back to what i was doing. Dont kess with me none of you mokeys are on that level. Dont make me have to exhibit more wrath on any of you. Go put and luve instead of envourage all this death. Theres a real war a bad one going on you know. You wanna fight go there ill likely have to in the end. Whilevyou bitch about trade deficits. Thats not whats causing that war. Who knows what the fuck they want at this point. Sign some trade deals youre gonna need the money for bullets. No its bettercto have everyone on the tesm a larger army than just a fewcextra bucks. Wevdidnt ask you to luve way asy beyond your means why would we? Basicslly all pur shit did glow with what you did. But thesecrespurces ate needed everywhere but its obviously not as easy to get them there. People here care about money but not as much as the greedy. It it gets to a point where its obvious someones just greedy its best yo cut your losses, you can still be their friend in sn emergency but do more biz with others. I dont think snyones gonna be safe in the weather thats coming. Becsusebof my proximity to all the water which i nnew was more imortsnt before anyone, this place cant hold outbiuf everywhete else falls apart. And talk of taki g a friends dhitvwhen theyd just hrlp you in a bad pinch anyway is evil talk. Youll only dink further trying to get vonyrol of a lkace you csn ususlly get ehst you want by just asking properly. If what youre asking idnt too outlandish or insane. Now lets you have a reset on hiw you treat us. Even though i dont really give a fuck about these people morevthan anyone anywhere else. But still thsts not saying i love any region that much around here. Everythings sn argument rverythings a fuckn ear yhese days. And oussant american republican moyher fuckers you better tone itbthe fuck down. Obviousky i can fo way worsecthsn all of you out together. I dont see sny if you up here with ur dueling pistol. Shut up monkey. Im Azriel.

Anna Kendrick

[romanticatheartt]

Helion:

Rhysand:

Azriel:

You see where I'm going with this?

[wildstar25]

MiqoMarch Day 11 - Loss

[cozylittleartblog]

bug doodles so i can say i drew something

[charleemoon]

don't talk to me if you majorly dislike any of the bau for seeing will as nothing more than a case consult. will intentionally and purposefully makes himself unavailable to others to the point that their only way of connecting with him half the time is over a case. i guarantee you they have tried time and time again to invite him to things, start conversation, and he hits them with "we're at work." katz, zeller, and price foster a very lighthearted, inviting workspace that you see him both emotionally and literally PHYSICALLY distance himself from. i'm sure there's plenty of things they could've done, more of something. people see what they want to in will, pieces of him. a tool, an advisor, something to pity, something to understand. a dog who is trained to hunt, yet fitted with a muzzle. but will is what stands in his own way of human connection, every time. too afraid of what rests beneath his surface

[booplesnotts-art]

Precious perfect woman

That’s all

I think I have art block rn :/

[vanityangel]

[sundial-bee-scribbles]

don't feel like uploading it separately here so here's just the yt link lol

made a proper talkloid again after a million years for rin/len/iku's bday (even if a bit late but fuck it)

[xxplastic-cubexx]

Pet store clerk gives Charles a bag of free treats for his ""dog"" all while Charles can feel Erik Looming in the BG

the real mortifying day is after months of getting small bags of dog treats one day the bag of dog treats has like. perfectly normal human candies/pastries or something inside

Of Course charles is confused and impulsively asks what it is/how it's different from the usual only for the clerk to reply theyre Whatever Erik's Favorite Treat Is and its that day forward erik is adamant they just do their shopping online