#i'm better with you is such a fucking Statement

[txttletale]

Could you elaborate on why La Révacholière makes you cry? I'm not trying to be rude or anything, it's just that the track and the Insulindian Phasmid sequence overall made me feel a sense of complete awe with a twinge of existential horror and sadness, but nothing that would bring me to tears

to me there is nothing horrific about the phasmid -- there is sadness to it, for sure, there is a sens of melancholy about that scene but to me it is a scene of beautiful hope and wonder. the whole game the cryptozoologists are set up as these hopelessly deluded people, chasing after an impossible dream and resigned to failure after a long long history of it*. and then... it's there. the phasmid is real. the hope is rewarded.

and everything the phasmid says is... it's sad, yes, but it's also beautiful and kind. it feels "great, mute empathy". like, after an entire game of traipsing around martinaise, this bombed out ruin full of damaged, miserable people, after talking to the broken and hopeless dros, this is genuinely heartwrenching:

like. god fucking damn. the phasmid is a miracle. the phasmid is something that isn't meant to exist, but it does. the phasmid is kind of a light at the end of the tunnel, it is the realization of the prophecy SOMETHING BEAUTIFUL IS GOING TO HAPPEN. it is the emotional high point of the game for me. i genuinely cry every time i reach this scene.

*note that there is imo a pretty strong parallel between this hoping-against-hope and morrell's very sober understanding of the track record of cryptozoology with how the game depicts communism -- "we haven't stopped building love". this also makes it hit much harder for me--i think that the phasmid and the tower holding together serve similar roles, with the phasmid being more allegorical and broad while the tower is more directly a statement on communism and a better world being possible.

[anonymous-existences]

Chapter 3: New Faces, New Job, New Everything.

Continuation to the Prolouge, Chapter 1 and 2.

Danny stares at Dante in absolute shock, Red Hood? RED HOOD?? OF ALL PEOPLE. Dante had to meet the rumored and probably the most violent of the Vigilantes. And Red Hood being a literal Crime Lord makes this worse.

"He had a fat ass to be hone-" Dante Blurted with a smirk but Danny cuts him off, "No, No. Shut up. I don't wanna hear your- or my- wait no. YOU'RE gay shenanigans." Danny pinches the bridge of his nose, trying to process the whole story.

"Let me get this.. straight-... You ... Ugh.... Ancients save me. YOU. MET. RED HOOD. AFTER. Beating up... Someone in his HAUNT?? And what do you mean he's a revenant? I thought frostbite said those were the "rare cases" of semi-halfas" Danny tries to clear up all the information in his head through just yelling it out.

"Yep." Dante popping the "P" and does not elaborate on anything else but a simple 'yep'.

"Kill me fully- wait... No. Jazz wouldn't want that." Danny reminded himself and took a deep breathe.

"I am so telling Clockwork." Danny spoke out.

"Oh come on! I'm in physical probation! I defended someone from getting bad things happen to them—" Danny cut him off.

"You can say "Fucked up shit" you know stop physically censoring yourself." Danny just stared at Dante with a judgemental face. Dante gasped dramatically like he's offended by that statement.

"OH WOW. It's not like I'm trying to 'Censor' myself because you're a traumatized 13 year old kid and I'm an adult given the responsibility of YOU cuz I love you like my brother." Dante states emphasizing every word.

"You sound like a drag queen." Danny blurts out

"I look better in pink anyways." Dante smirked smugly and Danny just frowned and sighed as Dante Ruffled his hair Mischievously.

"Don't you have a job interview today?" Danny grabbed his hand and gently places it away from his poor hair.

"I already got hired. They said I fit the job." Dante sounded very proud of himself before Danny blurts out "I think they hired you on the spot because you're Eye Candy."

Dante was stunned and thought about it for a moment.

Hmm.

"Yeah I suppose but that doesn't matter now, I have a normal job and people doesn't seem to be bothered by me at all so it's very good." Danny imagined that if Dante had a tail he'd be wagging it and Danny didn't like that mental image of a fucking CATBOY DAN- "UUUUUGHH! I hate that." He drags his palm on his face dramatically.

"And you Danny. Is coming with me to work. I am not leaving you in the apartment because. I will list it.

1. Someone might break in and you're not safe.

2. You might kill that someone either through ghost or through your tendencies to grab that goddamn creep stick and hit without hesitation.

3. I am not letting you play DOOMED for 7 hours straight, But I will let you play Minecraft.

4. You or well, We. Tend to roam away from home when we are bored, in this case you do. And ding ding ding we're in Gotham.

5. If you ever got into any danger. I would not worry if you're okay. I would worry if you killed someone first.

That's your list."

Dante started Loud and Clear.

"Fine but I get to bring both my phone and headphones with my switch." Danny Complied with a deal making Dante smile triumphantly, "Fine with me Twerp, and you better behave at the cafe." He chuckles and Pats Danny's Head Gently but still mischievously.

Danny also giggled, Danny's chest felt warm. And his core buzzed in familiar happiness as Dante and Danny Pressed their foreheads into each other before Dante pats Danny's shoulder and stands back up with a groan.

"Let's go kid, get ready now." Dante stretched his body and cracks some of his "old bones" as Danny heads to his bedroom and takes his sling bag and puts his 'neccesities' inside with a smile.

— — — — — — — — — — — — — — — —

Tim heard about a new Cafe opening nearby Gotham U, although at first he was suspicious of how so many people are already visiting it and even the lines reach outside. He soon found out why. One of their workers was rumored to be apparently "eye candy" or whatever they called people who are very attractive.

This worker was the main Barista and he apparently makes the drinks Infront of the people and he was good at it.

That got Tim even more curious, How attractive does someone have to be that people of all genders are lining up on a new store as if a celebrity is inside. And so he decided to wait in line like any other student as to not direct any attention to himself because that would be utterly humiliating for him.

He waited.....

And waited....

And kept Waiting and Waiting....

Until finally, what felt like an eternity he finally got to order His Coffee.

It seems the rumors are true, the bartender is indeed attractive. Tim got even more curious about how the big man seemed to have canine sharp teeth, oddly pale complexion that almost looks... Purple? And Lazarus Green Water with Red Rims.

"An Americano with two shots please.." He states to the Cashier, "And name please?" The Cashier asks again.

"Timothy." He calmly tells her as she writes it down to a receipt and hands it to the orders That the "Eye Candy" Man and Another Worker was Making.

Tim sat on a nearby table. It was the only table that happened to be empty. Except a 13 years old kid just sitting there playing... Minecraft? Okay-.

The kid stared at Tim, Tim stares back. 'He looks like adoption Bait.' Tim thinks to himself then suddenly he slowly feels weird, as if he's being judged intensely, Unfortunately and possibly even worse than how Damian judges him.

"You look like an overworked 9-5 office worker that has no paid vacations or time off for a student." the kid suddenly speaks out and it felt as though Tim had just been shot with a non-existent arrow of truth.

"Wha-" Tim tries to ask but the kid interrupts him before he could even start, "you should really get some sleep and maybe lessen your intake of Coffee... Ah right. Name's Danny by the way. Sorry. You just started staring at me so I couldn't help but state my opinion." The kid, or well... Danny said as he went back to playing Minecraft on his switch.

"I- it's... It's fine. I know I need sleep... All college students do- it's normal." Timothy just sighs and nods subtly, knowing full well this random kid is right.

Goddamit, the kid acts like Damian a bit too- and he has the typical black hair blue eyes appearance, possibly an orphan attitude. Tim continues to have a subtle Life Crisis in his head.

— — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — —

'Such a weird person.' Danny thought to himself and chuckled softly.

He continues to play Minecraft with Tucker and Sam to Pass his time and so he doesn't go all deppreso mid-daylight. The amount of people entering the cafe was still... Concerning at the very least, now that the customers have heard Dante's voice... They started to call him the "Everything in one Package." Which was way worse than "Eye Candy" to be honest.

'Vlad would be confused and shocked.... I wonder how Ellie is doing.. hopefully not too bad....' Danny hums to himself as he made a gravesite ingame for Jazz to remember her by.

It has become tradition for these teens to make jazz a gravesite whenever they start a new world and they always made sure it's beautiful and colorful in a way Jazz would have liked it.

Danny smiled as he finished up the ingame Gravesite.

Although it hurts to see and do this every time, he still loves it because then he has something to remind him of her existence.

Her precious Existence as he likes to call it.

"I miss her so much..." He mutters to himself.

— — — — — — — — — — — — — — — —

"I'm so... Tired." Dante was plopped onto the couch lazily.

"I am scared to be an adult like you..." Danny just stared at Dante as he Begrudgingly sat back up from the couch to stretch his body and head to the kitchen to cook.

"I met a random older student today, we kinda talked. He called me adoption bait which was funny because technically I am considering V l a d." Danny laughed.

"Adoption Bait my ass, who would want to adopt a little messy homeless looking goblin." Dante just chuckled smugly and Danny Pouts. " I am not a homeless looking kid" he tries to defend himself "that's the thing you're most concerned about in my sentence?" Dante tucked his hair back into a tight Ponytail and let's it flow naturally like fire.

"I know I'm a goblin, it's just how I am." Danny proudly says and pats his chest and puffs it out with pride.

"Ofcourse you do... Ah right. Kiddo I have a surprise for you tomorrow. So make sure to get enough sleep today alright?" Dante kneels down to Danny's Height to speak to him properly.

Danny thinks for a second, "Sure! I like surprises!" Danny giggled nodded profusely in excitement.

"Good." Dante smiled softly, he loves it when Danny is happy. His core loves when Danny is also happy. A happy Danny is a happy Dante.

He wishes this could go on forever. Just Danny smiling and not screaming for his life in his nightmares.

My Arm is cold from writing this <33

Enjoy though.

[nqueso-emergency]

Y'all need higher standards. Settling for any queer rep they shove at you just because it's two men kissing is reductive to what we've been fighting for on TV. I'm not even the biggest fan of buddie but bucktommy as we see it isn't great either. Fight for better, not for existence.

See? Statements like this are so fucking gross.

Why is one queer relationship inferior to another??

[woman-respecter]

I'm really fucking annoyed.

My non-white family members in America don't have the privilege of not voting.

They're worried sick about this election and the possibility of Trump winning. They're scared and stressed as fuck.

Meanwhile privileged white people like Chappell get to pretend like both sides are equally bad.

I swear, people in first world countries just don't get it.

The democratic party affords you so many privileges and people like Chappell take it for granted just because it's the norm in America.

There's a reason why so many immigrants flock to America. It provides people many rights they are deprived of in their own countries. Chappell should know this because she comes from a Republican family in a Red State.

Lastly, in my country there are two very shitty and corrupt parties that we have to choose between. Despite this, one party is still better than the other. Very flawed but gets a million times more work done than the other party which only weighs us down. It's that simple. Idk what's so hard to understand..

i’m so sorry to hear this anon, i can’t imagine how frustrating that must be. this is the most powerful and convincing statement on the topic i’ve gotten, and i wish i could force chappell to read it.

[thicc-ray-of-sunshine]

A snippet from the Stanfiction I'm working on ~

No warnings. just angsty emotionally constipated adults here 🩷🩷🩷

Then it clicked.

"Oh my god. You're jealous."

You felt bitter laughter bubbling from your throat, feeling the anxious bile rise alongside it. Everything about his behavior towards you finally falling into place.

"What?!"

"You're jealous Stan. That's what this is about."

He said nothing against your accusation; his brows merely furrowing further and cutting deeper lines into his forehead. Clearly he didn't know what to say; knowing your statement to be true. You fully swiveled around in your seat so you could fully look at him then, taking a deep breath and setting down your glass on the bartop hard.

"Stan you could have me in any way you wanted if you could just have an adult conversation about it!"

You attempted to keep a level voice as to not attract any more attention that Stan's little outburst already had but you just couldn't keep the anger out of your voice if you tried.

"Listen I don't pussyfoot around this kind of shit and I don't do jealous boyfriend shit either. Especially not with someone who isn't even my boyfriend. And I'm sure as hell not gonna put up with being called a tramp."

You could see the tension in his temples and him physically reeling from your straightforwardness in both your confession and also your calling him out. You clicked your tongue and tapped the nail of your index finger on the bar, calling for Stan's attention as he gulped rather comically.

"So what's going to happen next is I'm going to finish my drink. Then I'm going to go to the bathroom to touch up my makeup and take a minute to cool off. Once I'm done with all that I'm going to go outside where you:re gonna be at your car where you're gonna be ready to have that adult conversation."

You stared pointedly at him, unblinking and unwavering in your resolve.

"And if you ain't ready for that conversation then you better be gone, I can find my own way home and when you're finally man enough to own up to your shit you can come talk to me."

With a final air of finality you slammed the rest of your drink back and dropped the empty glass back on the bar. You didn't spare a glance to Stan as you got up and walked into the ladies room, knowing that whatever expression appeared on his handsome face would piss you off.

You sighed heavily when you entered, the door closing behind you with a soft click. Looking at yourself in the large mirror above the double-sink you sighed again. You felt the need to drag your hand over your face out of sheer frustration but you would have smudged your makeup so you opted for holding your temples between your thumb and forefinger, a groan crawling it's way up your throat.

'This is stupid' You thought as you plopped your purse onto the counter.

Then it was : 'Why do I have to be the emotionally intelligent one?'' As you retrieved and reapplied your lipstick.

You were going to be so upset if you had to hitch a ride home with one of these guys. Hell you'd probably cry; out of sadness or frustration you wouldn't know. Maybe you'd fuck them, just to get it out of your system and maybe out of spite. Show Stan that maybe you were a tramp, show that bastard what he was missing and really put his money where his mouth is.

Even with what little had been actually said, you knew. With Stan's jealous outburst, eyes green with envy for the man who you had simply flirted with for a free drink, you knew. It was just a matter of whether or not anything would come from this. Whether or not Stan could get over a lifetime of emotional constipation to have an honest man to woman talk about how to handle your relationship, or lack there of.

Sighing for what you decided would be the last time you swiped on a fresh coat of lipgloss and stepped back into the bar. Immediately your eyes found the now empty barstool where you left Stan no more than 7 minutes ago; you sucked in a breath and strode outside into the cool night air.

The cold was biting at your exposed shoulders, the change in temperature causing your eyes to water abit beneath your lashes. You stood there for a moment, relishing in the sobering chill, eyes closed before taking a deep breath of the crisp summer air before digging your heel into the pavement and turning in the direction in which you really hoped Stan's car would still be.

Half expecting him to be gone, your stomach still dropped when you saw him. He was somewhat casually leaning against the side of his car while smoking a cigarette, head tilted back and actively watching you.

You body moved on its own, each step feeling heavier than the last as you made your way to him. His eyes never left yours until you joined him in leaning against his car.

Neither of you said anything. You didn't look at each other. Just Stan smoking in silence next to you against the side of his car. You held out your right hand, index and middle finger aloft expectantly. You could see in your peripherals Stan's acknowledgement as he carefully slid the still burning cigarette into your waiting fingers, his own brushing yours briefly before retracting. He watched you then; taking a long shaky drag of his cigarette, the curve of your neck when you tilted your head back to exhale. You still didn't look at him when he took his cigarette back. You saw the way he looked at it between his fingers, stained with your lipstick but you still didn't turn to look at him.

This went on for a while; passing the cigarette back and forth, unspoken tension bleeding out into the night air. Words being postponed until there was nothing but ash and the remnants of your lipstick on the edge of the filter.

Somewhere between the final pass and Stan flicking the butt of the cigarette into the ground below he had turned his body to face you completely.

You waited; bringing your arms up to cross in front of your chest. Bringing some kind of wall between yourself and the cold night air as well as you and whatever Stan was about to say to you. You still weren't looking at him.

"Y/N."

He slid his hand closer to you on the top of the car. You could tell that he wanted to put his hand on your shoulder but was holding back, for your sake or his you didn't know. His voice sounded strained, filled with enough emotion that the last syllable of your name sounded dry in his mouth as he pleaded for you to look at him You couldn't stand it, couldn't keep him like that. So you did.

[elsa-fogen]

brain rot? id say brain freeze haha did u get it /ramble

what will you do if i post winx stuff... my hyperfixation is back after being repressed for 12 years and i can't stop, i'm drawing random shit, making random headcanons, backstories and even some AUs... i even joined the "ask group" thingy as Icy... ironic, GF groups are dead, while winx groups alive as ever

I MEAN... I'LL TRY TO... LIKE... DO STUFF FOR HAZBIN AGAIN... EVENTUALLY...

btw, if new hazbin seasons disappoint me in any way, i'll drop the show =) Winx Club season 5 won't let me lie =) (burn that season in hellfire) the main reason for me refusing to watch the season was the ship i hated =). Viv and her "sad and complicated" makes me nervous... and also other statements from the crew...

(well also i dropped winx because of the ugly costume design for my favorite character and ugly 3d models) (3d models in the movies were so much better >:C (still mad holy fuck it's been 12 years!))

12 years is DAMN HALF OF MY ENTIRE LIFE--

[bonefall]

You mentioned in the rogue of rot story that kits are warned against following strange voices, especially if they sound like babble- are there any creatures in their folklore or creatures that are living that could mimic voices like that? Demons come to mind but I wasn’t sure if there was anything else

I love things like this, these stories and legends are all so well thought out and put together

Humans, though I think that's obvious. A very intelligent fox can also string together a few of the phonetics in Clanmew. "Aaa," "ka'ak," "yyee." But the more active danger, which the Rogue of Rot story is REALLY told to warn for, is ravens.

In BB, the kittens have a LOT more freedom. They're not allowed to wander very far and they're almost always attended, but there are times were a kitten can be alone or in a group just consisting of their own age.

Ravens ARE smart enough to try and lure a kitten away from a group or safe area, and quite frankly if I didn't have the no OCs rule, I would add kits who die in various ways like this.

Clan cats consider ravens to be a type of raptor. The term "Yassga" describes ALL large birds that are capable of attacking a cat. Even adult warriors are wary of ravens, intelligent, social birds with powerful beaks.

There's harmless animals that can mimic voices too! Starlings, for example. There's also multiple words in Clanmew for types of mimicry though, and a starling doesn't "Babble" (evil mimic)

To Babble is to speak in the words Bumble cursed outsiders with, to talk unintelligibly or say blasphemy. To make words without sense.

[sciderman]

Sometimes i remember a comics moment i randomly came across somewhere, where Sam Wilson mentiones a musical and Steve Rodgers says he doesn't like musicals, to whitch Sam goes "Guess that means you really are straight" and even tho i don't care about Cap America or the Avengers, the moment stuck in me for that quote by Sam. And like....Sci, any ideas if straight men actually don't like musicals or is that bullshit?

actually i think i know more gay men who hate musicals than i know straight men who hate musicals. i've had a drag queen stop me point blank when i was about to sing a barbra streisand song, and i know so many gays who pointedly hate abba. so based on my experience i think the inverse is true. most of the straight men i know are kind of impartial about musicals, but gay men? hate.

my theory is that a lot of gay men don't want to fall into stereotypes, maybe. but thaaaaat's just a theory! a gay theory.

[owlbelly]

people put the wildest shit in their bios on this website. just continually baffled by what information folks think you need to have about them vs. what information might actually be useful or at all a stranger's business to know

things like a name & pronouns are useful (if you would like anyone to refer to you with them - if not, that's your business). an age or general age range is very useful! most adults want to know immediately if we're interacting with another adult

personally i really appreciate when folks briefly list what kinds of shit they usually blog about! or even just a quick note about what kind of blog it is - mostly art, personal, fandom, whatever. helps me decide if i want to follow or just browse

then there's like. identities that are very important to a person, i can see wanting to lay a few of those out. not strictly necessary maybe, but also you might just be flagging for other folks in various communities. i get that.

but listing every diagnosis you've ever received? what kinds of marginalized identities you're not? why the fuck is this a thing & how do you decide what (& how many) identities-you-aren't to include, lmfao. what is this performative nonsense. i won't even start with the warding spells ("___ DNI") i mean good luck with that

[gailynovelry]

“Kill the part of you that—”

I 100% understand the sentiment, but what if we would have an easier time talking down “the part of us that.” What if we tire of violence against the self?

[lab-gr0wn-lambs]

"my kids" ;_;

[megaclaudiolis]

柄本 佑 || 「光る君へ」 (2024) · 第十五回 「おごれる者たち」 ​​​

[divinesouldariax]

being in a teeny tiny fandom is wild bc there will be 5 fics about the characters you've hyperfixated on. 3 of them are yours. the other two are the ship you're neutral-to-positive but not enthusiastic about. you have written tens of thousands of words about a ship that you've never seen anyone else in the fandom even mention the possibility of and haven't posted it because it's a bit plottier and grittier than is typical for the fandom and you know nobody but you wants to read it.

one of the two published fics that aren't yours is a parody of a disney song.

[running-in-the-dark]

oh - when my nephew was here he also told me that my mother said medication doesn't have any effect on hunger.

hahaha that's so fucking funny, I'm gonna scream :)

(was just reminded of this because I feel like I'm starving. because of my new meds. when without them... I don't really feel hungry until many hours after I should have eaten.)

[masked-and-doomed]

I'm glad you're happy but "the personalities of every character popped". My good person on the internet TAKAO HIYAMA DID NOT GET A FUCKING PERSONALITY. Blatant fucking lies. "I loved that they each had different back stories" OH MAN IF ONLY THEY ALL DID.

💥 kills. Myself.

[vault81]

you know what i lied im ranting and raving about it