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bbina · 3 days ago

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alone together ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 . . . better this way

── taking comfort in the thought that you are together in aloneness through late night talks, heartfelt confessions, and a genuine connection. with your shared experience of recent heartbreaks, you wonder if getting together would be all worth it. in which you find solace in each other's company, that you are alone together.

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"excuse me.. are you my blind date?" you ask slowly, tapping the shoulder of the guy whose back is facing you as you entered the cafe that seunghan had told you to go to (it was your favorite cafe)

the boy jolts up in surprise, not really expecting his supposed date to arrive just minutes after him. when he turns around, your eyes widened

it was sion. seunghan's friend

"uhh" you start, unsure on what to say. maybe it was just a coincidence that sion was here. yeah that had to be it. maybe he was meeting up with a friend here too. "sorry, i thought you were my date" you laugh awkwardly, eyes looking around the cafe in case there was another customer

but the cafe was currently empty

sion suddenly stands up, "it's fine! i'm waiting for someone too" he says, scratching the back of his neck out of nervousness

so he's here for the same reason, what a coincidence, you thought to yourself. you nod at the boy, racking your brain for some small talk. this whole encounter was totally awkward beyond belief. you can't believe you thought sion was your date

"oh! have a seat! while waiting for your uh.. date" sion stammers, clumsily pulling out the seat he was sitting on earlier and offering it to you

you smile at him as you accept his offer. what a gentleman, you think as you feel him push the chair in for you

"thank you" you murmur quietly, smiling ever so slightly at sion who gladly returns your smile, shyly hiding his face

you take your phone out to call seunghan. on the third ring, he picks up

"hanie i'm now at the cafe. did i arrive too early?"

"huh? if you're now at the cafe, then he should be there too" seunghan replies

your brows furrow. you take a glance around the cafe once more. it was still empty. the only people inside being you, sion and the baristas

unless...

"wait sion's calling me. i'll call you back"

before you could even respond, seunghan hangs up. you slowly lower your phone, eyes drifting towards sion when the realization creeps in

you watch as sion's eyes widened. his eyes diverting to you and towards the entrance of the cafe repeatedly like he wanted to escape. he covers his mouth in shock at what can you assume is seunghan telling him that he had set him up with you and then the sion ends the call

"so.." you start, fidgeting with your hands as you look at sion who was turning red, "we're each other's blind date..?" you say it more of a question rather than a statement

sion bites his lip, lowering his head in embarrassment before he nods his head

"i guess we are.."

it's silence after that. you're not sure if you wanted to laugh or die in a hole at the absurdity of it all

sion clears his throat, still kinda avoiding eye contact, "well this is.. unexpected"

you let out a chuckle, leaning back on the chair

"seunghan really does work in mysterious ways"

sion suddenly bursts out giggling at your joke (more like a jab towards seunghan). well, at least that kinda broke the awkward tension between the two of you

"wait, do you still want to go through this? it's fine if you don't feel comfortable" you ask sion. there was nothing to lose anyway since you were already at the cafe

sion is a little caught off guard with your question but he nods his head yes

"i mean we're already here" sion points out, "... and i don't want to deal with seunghan whining about this much longer. i've had enough" he adds, making you laugh

"oh don't even get me started!" you laugh

and with that, the atmosphere had completely shifted. the two of you had managed to start a conversation that didn't involve awkward laughter. then again, you two had a common denominator which helped with the conversation to keep it lighthearted even if it meant on shitting on seunghan (you two mean well)

"do you want to order? so we have something to sip on while we talk" sion suggests, eyeing the menu from your table. you nod your head yes, getting up from your seats to walk over to the front

"i'll have one iced spanish latte please" you tell the barista. sion takes his time to read the menu but ends up ordering the same thing as you did

"make that two iced spanish lattes" sion corrects the barista. the barista nods as she writes down on the cups

"name for the drinks?" the barista asks, looking up from the cup to the two of you

"seunghan" you interject, snickering to yourself at your own joke. sion simply shakes his head as he tries to hide his laughter

the barista nods, not really understanding what was so funny. she inputs your orders onto the register and tells you the total amount

"that'll be ₩12,700" the barista says

you grab your wallet from your purse to pull out some cash but sion beats you to it by handing the barista his card

"let me pay. it is our first date" sion hums, shyly smiling at you

you feel yourself blush at the act. it's been a while since you've been on an actual date. the way sion phrased it made your heart skip a beat even if he didn't really mean it in that way

sion pockets his card and looks at you, sensing that you were staring at him

"i'll pay you back my share" you insist, grabbing your wallet to get some cash

sion simply waves you off, chuckling a little. "it's okay"

"but–"

"just consider it as seunghan treating you. then again, he does owe me some money" he laughs

you purse your lips. you don't really like being indebted to people no matter how big or small it is

"i insist on paying back sion. i won't be able to sleep if i don't pay you back" you pout, trying to win him over. it was true though. you wouldn't be able to stop thinking about it if you just let him

sion contemplates for a little. he would feel wrong if he lets you pay him back because again, this was your first date. first impressions are key with these type of things

"next time, you pay" he blurts out without thinking

you raise a brow at him. next time?

it took sion a few seconds to process what he just said out loud. when he does, he covers his mouth in shock. but before he could defend himself, the barista had called out seunghan

"two iced spanish lattes for seunghan!"

sion gets your drinks while you follow him. you two return to your table before he spits out a million apologies

"i'm so sorry" sion apologizes, hiding his face with his hands while you try so hard to bite back a laugh

"don't be. there's still a next time" you joke, repeating what he said just a few moments ago

sion groans, "it's not like that! i didn't mean it like that— i mean not really but—"

you finally let out a laugh, taking a sip of your drink

"it's okay sion" you giggle, "i'll definitely pay next time"

sion removes his hands from his face, looking at you

"... so you're saying there really is a next time?"

you shrug, taking another sip

"maybe. depends on how this date will end"

sion's eyes widened at your bold statement. to him it almost sounded like a challenge but he decides not to think too much far ahead because he was still kinda doing seunghan a favor by going on this blind date

"so sion, tell me about yourself"

. . . ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁

its been a couple of hours since your blind date with sion had started and surprisingly, you were having a great time. so much that the cafe you two went to kicked you out for staying too damn long. now the two of you are in a parking lot of a convenience store sharing an ice cream pint. mint chocolate to be exact

"i love mint chocolate" sion hums, savoring the creamy taste in his mouth

you let out a laugh, grabbing a spoonful of ice cream. the flavor sion had chosen doesn't really matter as you did tell him to get what he wanted and that you'll be paying for it as truce from him paying for the date earlier at the cafe

"you know.. i had fun today" you say out loud, looking up at the night sky. you've spent the whole afternoon with sion and you had a great time

"me too. you're not so bad as i thought" sion chuckles, licking his spoon clean

you playfully roll your eyes, nudging his shoulder

"even if this was all orchestrated to get your mind off of things, i hope you still had fun with me" sion smiles, recalling all the things you told him about how and why you even opted to going on a blind date with him

you pause for a moment, twirling your wooden spoon in the ice cream. you had told sion everything earlier at the cafe. you didn't want to have his hopes up in case he was looking for something romantically after this date but luckily for you he wasn't looking for anything serious either so that definitely eased your nerves about this date

"oh definitely. you being friends with seunghan and wonbin definitely helped" you say sarcastically. while it was true that he was mutual friends with your friends, it was still nice to have an outsider perspective on things (you also told him about your current situation with wonbin)

sion laughs, scraping off some ice cream on the edge of the pint

"like i said earlier, i'm not really looking for anything. i only went because seunghan wouldn't shut up and our project that's due in literally 3 days is on the line" sion shakes his head as he remembers seunghan's words. he really will get seunghan's ass after this

you laugh, covering your mouth. "sorry. it was my fault for pestering him. i didn't think he'd involve his own friends"

"oh trust me. i know seunghan knows a lot people but guess i was the unfortunate lucky winner" sion scoffs before looking at you, "it was nice to get to know you though!" he adds, in case you got offended with what he said

you wave him off knowing he meant it with good intentions

"i didn't think i'd get to know you after the whole keychain thing. i think i kinda owe you my life now" you say, recalling the time you initially met sion was because you dropped your keychain

"oh yeah! i remember that" sion smiles at the memory, "you looked like you've seen a ghost when i handed it back. it must’ve been special to you"

yeah, it was special. it was the keychain wonbin had won at the arcade when he introduced you to his friends for the first time. the keychain that you kept close to your heart at meant a lot in the past. you're not sure if you can even look at the keychain the same anymore

"oh touchy subject... sorry" sion says awkwardly, catching the frown on your face

you shake your head

"no it's okay. i just remembered something" you say with a tight smile. sion nods in understanding, careful to not ask more any questions since it's was personal

the two of you just sit in silence after that. just passing each other ice cream til all the creamy delicacy was finished

"if you ever need a distraction again then i can keep you company" sion teases, flashing you a teasing smile

you raise an eyebrow at the boy as you contain your laughter

"oh really now?"

sion shrugs, "i mean given the situation and that we both don't want anything after this but it's cool to have a new friend and all"

you look at sion as he rambles off. you take this time to take a good look at him. you slowly start to realize that he wasn't just your blind date

"okay" you nod your head, "i like the sound of that... friend"

sion claps his hands together. at least something came out of this blind date that seunghan forced him to do

you suddenly lift up your spoon, holding it towards him like you were about to do a toast

"to unexpected friendship because of a blind date" you propose

sion bursts out laughing at your proposal. he grabs his own spoon and clinks it against yours

"to unexpected friendship!" he muses

you both share a laugh as you drop your spoons onto the empty pint of ice cream. the start of something new as they all say

sion walks you home not long after. as you were walking along the empty streets of your neighborhood, you can't help but reflect on today's events. you had walked into a blind date expecting nothing but to come out with a new friend. maybe it's what you needed after what has been going on for the past few days. it's like life's own way of saying that not everything goes according to your plans but a reminder to move on when things don't seem to be yours.

maybe you needed a new perspective, a new outlook amidst everything and most of all— a fresh start.

arriving at your apartment, you let out a big sigh of relief. glad that the whole blind date thing was finally over

as you were removing your shoes, you catch a glimpse of wonbin's keychain dangling on one of your school bags that was hanging by the door. you halt your movement as you stare at the four leaf clover keychain

the way it was dangling made you think that it's reminding you of what you've been doing with wonbin. you're still hung up on him despite him making it clear (to you) that your relationship with him isn't going anywhere

more than friends, less than lovers

with a deep, shaky breath, you hesitantly unclasp the keychain off your bag

you stare at the keychain that was now on your palm. your chest tightens at the memories that this keychain holds. the quiet tension, the unspoken words, the way you felt whenever you were with him, it's all bundled in this keychain that you kept so close to your heart

shaking your head, you place it onto the dish plate where your spare change, keys and junk go. just in case...

but right now, you think it's better this way

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fanartka · 3 days ago

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Heartstopper and Jayvik crossover

I really love Alice Oseman's Heartstopper series and I think Charlie and Nick are very similar to Viktor and Jayce. Especially in matters of caring for your partner and “Did you eat well today Charlie/Vik?” So here's a crossover where Viktor and Jayce met in high school.

I'm still not entirely sure what kind of activities they were involved in, whether it was sports like in Heartstopper or maybe they are now in the back room of the laboratory. Hmm, why not, let's imagine that Viktor is not yet lame and a wonderful runner, like Charlie. Perhaps because in Zaun running fast is an excellent skill for survival. They play some Piltie game like rugby, and once a boy from a group of bullies intentionally bumps into Vik and breaks his leg so that now he not only can’t play rugby, but has to walk with a cane. I can imagine Jayce's feelings, but beyond all the despair, guilt and rage, he would be an incredibly caring and supportive partner (sorry for this little angst moment).

But for now they are happily kissing in the back room, not at all expecting that Miss Young will suddenly catch them. I really like to imagine them as teenagers in love. I absolutely adore the couple Charlie and Nick, they are such a cuties, and I am very grateful to the author Alice Oseman for showing what a healthy relationship should be.

And many thanks to my Sunshine @slasher-art , who introduced me to both fandoms, watching them with you was a great happiness❤️🩷.

Unfortunately, I haven’t had time to buy volumes 4 and 5 yet, they were quickly sold out in Ukraine, so I’m waiting for an additional edition, but those pages of the comic that are in the author’s account intrigued me incredibly.

Jayvik has some kind of magic of its own - they fit perfectly into any universe, any fandom, with them it would probably be possible to make a crossover with even Robinson Crusoe, even with the game Plants vs. Zombies.

And now, re-reading Heartstopper, which I fell in love with because of Charlie and Nick, I can easily imagine Viktor and Jayce in their place. Just imagine how Vik gets bullied at school because he's gay from Zaun who doesn't even have a last name (until Jayce suggests his own, of course😏), how Jayce chivalrously defends him, how they start liking each other more and more, and how Jayce desperately tries to find a book about bisexuality because Google hasn't been invented in their world yet.

By the way, when I started translating phrases from Ukrainian back into English, I realized that they could be translated differently from the original, and I started looking for the right page from the author and guess what? Some pictures in my book and the one posted by the author do not match! I wonder if it was because the book was still available for pre-order at that time and Alice Oseman later changed some pages for printing?

So if anyone here has the third volume in English, I would be very grateful if you open page 590 and write whether your pictures are the same as in my book or the same as in the author’s account (whiter version up here⬆️). By the way, I really like the softer color of the pages, so I made the background a little different. And I'm going to redraw some more moments I like there.

Fans of Charlie and Nick, Viktor and Jayce and anyone else are welcome to comment, I really love discussions, even if we have opposite opinions, the main thing is to conduct the discussion civilly.

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bellysoupset · 2 days ago

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The Superbowl - Part III

Wendy was way in over her head.

The chill, enjoyable Superbowl sunday she had planned to have had gone downhill so quickly that she didn't quite know what to do with herself.

First and foremost there was the guilt. Doubled, as she felt guilty for omitting such a secret from Vince, but also guilty on his behalf. As if his faux pas had been done by her, or rather, was a direct result of her not telling him beforehand, even if Wendy stood her ground on the issue. Ugh.

Then there was the annoyance. At Vin for the "joke", for yelling at her in the car, as if she should prioritize him over her morals, and at Luke for how defensive he was acting, ready to kick them out. The annoyance was weak in comparison to how overwhelmingly guilty she felt, but it was there, simmering in the back of her mind.

Finally, there was the concern. About her boyfriend, who was so disastrously sick, about Bella and Luke, about Jonah whom she hadn't expected to also be sick, about Luke and Vin's clearly shaken friendship...

"Hey," Luke walked into the kitchen, where Wendy had been filling up two different glasses of water and had zoned out so badly that now it had spilled all over the sink.

"Shit!" Wen jumped, putting down the glasses and looking around for a dishcloth so she could dry the mess, "sorry, Luke, I wasn't paying attention-"

"It's alright," he shrugged, not one bit worried about the spill, "uhm-" he rubbed his face, looking and sounding exhausted, "Vince's in my room with Bell, he kinda crashed..." Lucas grimaced, crossing his arms to his chest, "I'm gonna go check on Jon, can I give him pepto if he's done throwing up too?"

"Yeah," Wendy nodded, then remembered why she was in the kitchen in the first place, "you guys don't have it, though."

"Ah," Luke sounded defeated, "I can go get-"

"Tree in the middle of the road."

"Oh yeah," he breathed out, pressing his lips into a thin line, "I guess we are all just gonna rawdog this, then."

Wendy let out a little hysterical giggle, pressing her back against the cabinets and taking him in. She hadn't really seen Luke since that day in the hospital and she fully expected him to be a mess. If Bella was a champion at compartmentalizing and ignoring her own feelings, Lucas was just emotions stacked on top of each other to form a 6'3 guy.

Nevertheless, despite how tired he seemed with the whole situation and how worried he was, he looked fine. Better than she expected.

"Are you alright?" She asked and he looked spooked at the question, eyes jumping from the medicine cabinet back to her face.

"Uh, yeah, just a little stomachache, I'm fine-" he answered, much to her surprise, because that wasn't what Wendy had meant at all.

"You're sick too?" Leo whined, walking into the kitchen and Wendy's shoulders dropped in relief. Since when did she feel this comforted by the blonde's mere presence?

"How's Jon?" Wendy and Luke asked at the same time and Leo grimaced.

"Kicked me out," he grimaced, making a thumbs down gesture, "diarrhea."

"Poor thing," Wendy said, while Luke only winced in sympathy, "can I go through your medicine kit?" she figured that while there was no pepto in the cabinet, maybe they had imodium or something in the kit.

"Sure," Luke turned around to grab it, then handed her a big brown bag, overflowing with pill bottles, "it's mostly headache medicine and birth control, though."

It really shouldn't be that big of a deal, but the second he said those words, Leo perked up as if he was a puppy who had just heard "food."

Lucas cringed at the sudden tension, arms crossed and all but curling on himself, "what?" he asked, almost against his will, while Leo bit down on his lip, curiosity consuming him. Wendy wasn't any better, she was definitely itching to get a first hand version of the facts, instead of the many miscommunications of their group for the past weeks, but she couldn't erase that haunted look in Luke's face at the hospital from her mind. He had been scared, like a little boy, so she was more than a little hesitant to ask for a retell of the facts.

"Did you know?" Leo's voice was gentle, although curious, incredibly honest, "or did Bell?...Were you two trying-"

"No," Luke interrupted, shaking his head quickly, "no. Neither of us knew and we don't want a baby now either. It was an a-" he frowned, as if the word accident offended him, "none of us knew."

Leo nodded, slowly, a frown between his brows, taking a step closer, "and you're okay?"

"I'm fine," Luke winced, palming his stomach and blowing out a little burp, ducking his chin to his chest, "Wen, we don't have anything? Not even TUMS?"

It was a clear deflection, but Wendy knew better than to press it and clearly so did Leo, as his shoulders collapsed and he pursed his lips in a frustrated, defeated manner.

"I'm not sure," Wendy said, dumping the contents of the bag on the counter and going through the medications. Like Luke had said, there were at least five different migraine meds, hardcore stuff too, several birth control blisters... "Leo," her head snapped up and the blonde jumped.

"Yeah?" he moved closer, itching to feel useful, stealing a glance at Luke from the corner of his eye as if their friend was a timebomb. If it was due to the fact he had been clearly poisoned too or not, Wen wasn't sure.

"Did you bring Jonah's medicine bag," she asked, hopeful, "he's got Zofran there as well as the benzos, right?"

"Right," Leo nodded eagerly, "yeah, it's in the car, I'll go get it- Can one of you check on Jon? Just make sure he didn't drown there?"

"I'll go," Wendy vowed, then gestured to the two glasses of water she had filled up, pointing at Luke, "can you try and get the two patients upstairs to drink? And not puke on them?"

Lucas snorted, opening a smile that was more of a wince than anything, "I'm not gonna be sick... Not yet, I don't think."

Wendy made a disbelieving face, but soon they all went different paths.

He climbed up the staircase once more, now with the glasses. Luke's whole body felt heavy and although he hadn't lied and he wasn't feeling close to puking, he did feel horribly nauseous.

He also didn't really want to be on Vin's duty, which was selfish and ugly of him, Lucas was aware of it.

Bella was sitting up as he walked inside the bedroom and promptly planted the glasses on top of one of the multiple boxes filled with clothes, so he could brace against his knees and force up a wet burp.

"Aw Luke," Bell whispered, her voice barely audible, "you too?"

He waved her off, wiping the drool from his lips and the clamminess from his face, "I brought you some water," he whispered, circling the bed. It was unnerving that Vin was able to sleep with them chatting, as he normally woke up with any and all minor noise.

Now he looked terrible and Lucas' heart squeezed with worry. Somehow he looked worse than Bell, who had been throwing up for longer and was way smaller.

His wife was sitting against the pillows, dwarfed in his deep green hoodie, her hair sticking out from inside the hood, fiery curls licking at her pale face. She was wearing a washed out, stained pair of leggings under, leg warmers pulled up, and still she shivered as the wind howled outside, the snow hitting their window.

"There's a blizzard going on," Luke mumbled, sitting down and passing her the glass of water, as well as planting Vin's on the bedside table. Bell made a face, but she did take a small sip, followed by a much bigger one as the thirst made itself known. Luke lowered her hand, moving the glass away from her lips and biting down a smile as she let out a pathetic whimper, "you'll make yourself sick, baby. Let's see if this stays down."

"Doubt it," Bella scoffed, setting down her glass and then crawling closer, hugging him as she climbed his lap, pressing her lips to his shoulder, "don't be mad," she whispered in his ear, squeezing her arms around him, "he didn't know."

Luke rolled his eyes, hugging her back, squeezing his eyes shut as Bell became an unpleasant pressure against his unsettled stomach. He muffled a burp against the excess of fabric hanging from her shoulder.

"I know," Luke turned his head, pressing a kiss to the pulled up hood, "I'm not mad."

That wasn't a lie, per se.

He had been furious the second the words came out of Vin's lips, but Bella was right and Luke couldn't deny it even if rage had blinded him. Vince didn't know. He couldn't have, no one did.

The problem wasn't the ill placed joke that Bella had already forgiven and Vin had apologized profusely for, it was deeper than that. He wasn't angry, he was... Disappointed. Enlightened. Sad.

His stomach rolled, churning up the dip and chips from before. He hadn't eaten as much as the rest of them, too busy pacing the living room and yelling at the screen, but whatever he had eaten was sitting like a brick, indigestion making him sweaty and burpy.

"Are you okay?" Lucas squeezed his hand around Bella's waist, pulling back so he could get a good look at her face. He knew they were in different pages, had known from the minute Bell had said the baby when they were in the hospital, the weeks that followed had only proved his point. Bella surely didn't plan for them to have a kid now, but she'd be happy if they did, and there lied the crux of their issue. Lucas had only felt relief once the concern about his wife's wellbeing was addressed. He was not ready to be a father and the two scares, the one she hadn't told him and the real miscarriage, had only made that abundantly clear.

Bella nodded, making a grossed out face and shuddering as her belly let out an audible whine, "I'm feeling awful," she said, bluntly, "but I'm alright..." She squeezed his arm, "you should talk with Vin. Before he throws himself off one of our balconies."

Luke rolled his eyes at her humorous tone, the knot deep in his chest loosening up just a smidge, "I will," he promised, turning to look at Vince, who was curled up as much as he could and had an arm wrapped around his stomach. He was white as spoiled milk and his curls were glued down to his face, despite the chilliness of the room.

"Is Wen downstairs?" Bella moved up, gingerly, using his shoulder as support, "Leo and Jon?"

"Jonah's sick too," Luke grabbed her hand, wordlessly asking her to stay, but Bell shook her head, squeezing his hand back, "Leo went to get Jon's antinausea meds. If you can keep them down, they might help..."

"Uhm, we'll see about that..." Bell took a deep breath, then pulled her hand from his grip, gesturing to Vin with her head, "talk."

Then she left the room, at a snail pace that was probably less dramatic than she intended. In the far distance, Luke heard Wendy's voice, lower at first, then louder as she walked up the stairs to help Bella down. Cooing.

The chatting faded, then there was the heavy silence of the room.

Vince didn't snore, sick or not, so Lucas didn't have anything to focus on but the deep ache inside his stomach. The nausea continued to prickle at him, in a steady pace, and he wasn't sure if the best option was to just ride it out or if he should pull the trigger and get whatever dip was inside of him out, before the food did that by its own volition.

He didn't have any energy to get up either, which was a weird side effect and Luke wasn't sure if he blamed that on the food poisoning or in the desolation he felt ever since leaving Vin's place, over a month before, when he had caught the flu.

His stomach churned once more and Lucas muffled a burp against his hand, this one much wetter, feeling the jeans that had been loose around lunch now cutting on his belly. A shiver went up his spine and he let out a groan, stumbling to the bathroom and pushing the door closed behind him.

He didn't even need to force it, as soon as he bent down in front of the toilet, his stomach let out a nasty growl and a sweet, rotten taste coated the back of his throat. Luke squeezed his eyes shut, planting a hand on the wall as he refused to kneel down on the cold tiles, and palmed his bloated belly, shaky fingers clumsy reaching for his jeans buttons-

A burp sent him forward and Luke gave up opening his jeans as hot vomit rushed up and splattered in the water. The taste was disgusting and once he started, it was hard to stop. His arm burned with the effort of holding most of his weight and Luke let out a groan, pressing his forehead to the inside of his arm as he tried to catch his breath.

The smell of sickness still assaulted him and he gagged, fruitlessly, spitting inside the toilet and forcefully clearing his throat. His stomach continued to ache, but the queasiness receded, giving space to a deep soreness, as if he had done a long sequence of abdominals.

Lucas flushed the toilet and braced against the sink, scoffing at his reflex. He was already pale to begin with, specially during winter, so he looked phantasmagoric. He washed his face, shuddering at the cold water and swishing it around in his mouth to get rid of the horrible taste.

He tried to take a gulp, but it sat heavily in his belly and Luke white knuckled the marble, breathing through the nausea once more. A burp snuck up, frothy and sickening and he spat inside the sink, washing his face and mouth once more.

When he opened the door, Vince nearly fell inside the bathroom.

Luke jumped back, a hand darting out instinctively to grab Vin by the shoulder and keep him from collapsing, "Whoa! Vin? Hey-"

"Are you okay?" Vince's voice was raspy, but loaded. Worried and guilty.

Luke cringed, he knew he wasn't a quiet puker, but he hadn't meant to wake his friend up.

"Better than you," he scoffed, grabbing the other man's shoulder and pushing at it so Vin would turn around, "how's your stomach, Vin? Leo got some medic-"

"I'm sorry," Vince ignored his rambling, sitting down on the edge of the bed and hunching forward, planting a hand on his face as if he was too embarrassed to even look at Lucas, "I'm sorry. I'm so- So sorry. I shouldn't- I shouldn't have said that, it was a ridiculous joke, I'm so sorry, Luke-"

"It's fine," Luke said quietly, leaning against the ancient wardrobe that faced his side of the bed, crossing his arms, "you couldn't have known."

"Doesn't justify it," Vince scoffed, glaring at him. His eyes had a glint that made Luke want to check for a fever, but he stayed put, "I'm so sorry, Luke."

"It's okay," Lucas grinded his teeth, "really, Vin, drop it-"

"No," Vince shook his head vehemently, "I should've been there for you and I wasn't. I wish I had been there-" although it was an apology, genuinely, there was a veiled accusation in his words. Why hadn't him been told anything?

Luke's stomach churned, now for an entirely different reason. He gulped down, "again, you couldn't have known," he said diplomatically, heart skipping a beat. Vince bit down his lip, looking like a kicked dog at his words.

"Can you- Can you talk with me?" He asked in a small voice, "you didn't say anything about any of this, Luke..." there it was, "what's going on with us?"

Lucas' eyes prickled and he looked away from Vince, out of his bedroom window and to the backyard. They had gotten the weeds removed and the grass trimmed, but now it was all white, until it met the dark trees in the back of the property.

"Luke?" Vince questioned and his voice wavered and fuck- Luke's couldn't speak past the knot in his throat.

"I don't- I don't-" he tried to say, but Vince glared at him, eyes sunken in his face and red rimmed.

"Don't you dare pretend everything's fine, its not," he scoffed, "can you please talk with me? Is it- Is it because of Max? Because I moved away? Why aren't you telling me anything, why didn't I know you were moving until you mentioned it in the group? Why did Leo learn about Bell being pregnant but you were in my place many times after and didn't say a thing? Fuck, Luke, if you had called me when the miscarriage happened I'd be here in a heartbeat-"

A hysterical giggle bubbled up in Luke's throat, eyes burning and hands all sweaty as he felt backed up against a wall, "you were out hiking with Max, remember? He broke his foot."

Vince looked stunned, then his cheeks turned red, angry, "so it is about Max? Lucas, how many fucking times do I need to say you're my best friend-"

"It's not," he felt exhausted, "really, Vin, it's not- It's nothing. I know you're upset you didn't know about the previous scare, but fuck, there was nothing to tell, man! Bell told Leo before she knew it wasn't real, I didn't even know then! And- And..." he was talking circles and he knew it, "and when the miscarriage happened, what did you want me to do? Call you when you're four hours away, to come hold my hand in the waiting room?!"

"YES!" Vince all but shouted, much louder than he intended and Luke jumped at the noise, before the heartbreak that had been simmering in the back of his mind for a month now roared forward with a fury.

"NO!" He yelled, just as loudly, shoving a finger on Vin's chest, "you want to be treated like a best friend? YEAH?" He shoved Vince's chest, furious now, "cool, so did I. In fact, I was a fucking good friend, Vin, I drove to your place, twice a fucking month, for over a year-" Luke took a step back, sharpness overtaking his words, "I prioritized you in everything and then-"

"Then I decided I could have more than one friend and you nearly went mad with jealousy?" Vince accused, angry, and Luke reeled, staring at him as the blood sang in his ears. He felt warm all over.

"I would never, not in a million years," he said, quietly and deadly, "end our friendship over something as small as a jab. An insult," he felt like crying, "I would be angry and I might- I might yell at you, but I wouldn't-"

"What the hell are you talking about?" Vince breathed out, suddenly looking confused and Luke pressed his lips into a thin line, sniffling and nodding, because of course. He had been chewing on those words for a month and Vince didn't even remember them.

"You told me, and I quote, if I ever implied you'd ever cheat on anyone you loved, meaning it or not, you'd end our friendship in a heartbeat," he said, coldly, standing up straight now, "and I get that you were angry, but I could never say that to you. Hell, could you imagine? If I decided that what you said today was worthy of ending our friendship?"

"Luke, I wasn't- I was setting a boundary-" Vince sounded frustrated and scared, as if the gravity of his words was finally dawning on him, "I didn't mean it-"

"I could never say that to you, no matter the reason," Luke repeated, fully tearing up now, "so forgive me if you weren't the first person on my mind when my wife had a fucking miscarriage and I was terrified, Vince. I'm sorry if I thought that you'd rather sit in a room with broken foot Daniels after you did fuck all to prove me otherwise. I'm sorry if I'm having a hard time thinking of you as my best friend, when you spelled it out for me that you're not. I guess I'm a little heartbroken," the last couple words were dripping venom and Luke was panting as he spat them out, chest heaving, vision blurry with tears and hands shaking.

He blinked quickly, angrily brushing away the hot tears and looked away from the blurry spot that was Vince, trying to collect himself when he felt like openly crying, much like he had done when coming back from Vin's that day.

He should be feeling some sort of relief over having it all out in open now, spelled out for Vince, but it didn't. Hell, if anything, Vin's silence was only breaking his heart further, Luke desperately wanted an apology and to make up, even if it would take some effort to genuinely forgive his best friend-

Vince pitched forward with a gag and vomit dripped between his fingers, splashing on the runner rug and between his feet.

"Shit," Luke cursed, stepping closer and side stepping the mess so he could touch Vin's back, feeling a stab of guilt over dressing him down like that when he was so sick... Vince shook with a sob, wincing and flinching when Lucas planted a hand on his back.

"Don't-" He whimpered, hiccup-burping and another mouthful of bile and water splattered down, Vin apparently feeling too sick to bother caring about the mess.

The knot was back in his throat as Luke gulped around nothing, trying to ignore the pain irradiating in his chest and patted Vince's back regardless of his wishes, "it's okay," he said, his pats forcing up another burp and more vomit splashed down on the mess, "get it up."

Vince reached out, blindly, hand curling on Luke's shirt and squeezing it in a tight grip, "Luke-"

"Yeah, I know," Lucas sighed, squeezing his nape and pulling back Vin's curls away from his forehead, "I know, man, you didn't mean it, I know."

Too bad it really didn't make things any better.

TBC

#mywriting #sickfic #food poisoning #vince monacelli #lucas atwood #angst #Ookay stopping here bc its LONG #i'm nervous about this one 😭

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ooliecat · 3 days ago

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What do u think of Otto Mentalis

im not sure what prompts to ask me this but i appreciate it

i generally like Otto. i'm not crazy about him but i like him way more than most of the other Adult Characters that PN2 added.

I feel like he fits right in to the Psychonauts cast. At least the adult one. He's interesting(enough) and the right amount of cynical. I find his dialogue with raz kind of amusing. he is also fun to draw.

I could say i'm disappointed with how little they did with him and how we didn't even go in his mind? but thats a popular take i feel. And it doesn't really matter. i suppose.

I kind of wish there was more fan content with him. Though I cant speak for it because i dont really do anything with him either. I have a thing or two 'planned' for him i guess. but they're just joke comics. haha.

Any analysis beyond "he could've been sasha's mentor lol" is out of my general interest. and even then i only care for that 'theory' or whatever at a very surface level.

he Can be interesting and he Can be funny but heavy emphasis on Can and how it isn't Is. and that potential isnt something i'm actively verbatim. i think he should have fans though! whats the point if i wish for people to also not care.

ok sorry i wrote a bit i didnt know exactly what you wanted but what do You guys think of Mr Mentallis?? XDD

#my art #psychonauts #otto mentallis #i actually drew this just for this ask #hey i like your art funnyname i remember you because i remember looking at your account once

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campingwiththecharmings · 2 days ago

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Good Neighbors (7)

PART 6

AN: Hello lovely people. I'm so unbelievably sorry that this took OVER A YEAR to get out. Ugh. I'm so annoyed with myself. If you're still here, thank you so much for sticking with me, I know I've been pretty MIA recently. That being said, without further ado, here is the seventh smutlet in a series set after the events of Night Moves. I hope it's worth the wait lol.

Why should you care if Santi had someone over? What’s it matter that it was (apparently) an attractive woman? It doesn’t, it shouldn’t. You and Santi are just friends. Sure, you get naked together sometimes but there’s nothing else there, he doesn’t owe you anything, he’s not yours— And you’re not his.

(Un-beta’d)

Rated: M+ (this is smut so, i mean, you’ve been warned?) Words: 2,077 (can i still call them 'smutlets' if they're the length of a normal fic lmao) Pairing: Santiago “Pope” Garcia x F!Reader Warnings: pwp, kissing, ~*feelings*~ (ugh), a dash of angst, jealousy, neighbors with benefits AO3

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You can’t sleep, and much like all those months ago, it’s your stupid neighbor’s fault.

Your stupidly gorgeous, funny, sweet, wonderful neighbor, Santiago Garcia.

Sadly, the issue this time is not him playing his music too loud in the middle of the night. No. Instead the issue is something that shouldn’t even be an issue.

Ugh. How did you even get here?

Right. 3A. Yeah, this was all that bitch’s fault. If she’d just kept what she’d seen to herself, you’d be sleeping like a baby right now. But no, she’d had to go and open her big, fat mouth.

Why should you careif Santi had someone over? What’s it matter that it was (apparently) an attractive woman? It doesn’t, it shouldn’t. You and Santi are just friends. Sure, you get naked together sometimes but there’s nothing else there, he doesn’t owe you anything, he’s not yours—

And you’re not his.

A weight settles on your chest at the thought and you sigh. You turn on your side, looking at the clock on your bedside table; the glaring, red numbers feel like they’re burning a hole into your retinas.

Almost 3 a.m. Just like the night you first met.

The longer you think about it, the worse you feel—was he fucking her too? Are you just one in a long line of women he has at his beck and call? Did you even mean anything to him or were you just the most convenient?

Stop it, you tell yourself, you have no right to be jealous. Enough.

You scoff after a moment, shaking your head at your own thoughts. Jealous? Please, you weren’t jealous. That’d be stupid, right? Completely and utterly ridiculous.

You will yourself to sleep, closing your eyes and trying every technique you know to try and clear your mind.

After ten minutes, you throw your covers off with a frustrated groan and sit up, legs hanging off the side of your bed.

If there’s any hope of you getting any sleep tonight, you have to talk to him.

You shuffle quickly through your living room, out the front door, and into the hall. Before you can talk yourself out of it, you knock on his door, the sound echoing loudly down the empty hall. For a moment, you pray that he doesn’t answer, that he’s already fast asleep but you’re realistic enough to know that’s probably not what’s going to happen. You hear the drag and click of the door being unlocked and you tense slightly as it slowly swings inward.

Santiago squints out into the hall, a soft smile spreading on his lips when he sees it’s you.

“Evening, hermosa,” he rasps, running a hand over his face. “Or, I guess I should say morning.”

“I can’t sleep,” you blurt, wincing slightly as you briefly avert your gaze. “Can we talk?”

You watch as his face shifts, his brow furrowing, head cocked slightly to the left as the smile melts away. He nods, stepping back to give you enough room to come in.

Your eyes sweep the room as you step over the threshold, searching for someone you know isn’t there (not anymore, anyway). He wouldn’t have let you in if she was.

“Everything okay?” he asks, gently touching your shoulder.

You don’t answer him right away, unsure how to even broach this topic. Santi doesn’t owe you anything, not even an explanation, really. He’s never made you any promises, never said you were the only one he was messing around with…never said he loves you.

Something sharp lodges in your chest at the thought and you close your eyes, breathing slowly in an effort to quell the panic rising in your throat.

He says your name, his voice soft, and the sharpness in your chest turns to an ache, an ache you’ve become all too familiar with recently. You push the feeling away, trying to focus on why you’d come here.

The other woman. Right.

With a steadying breath, you turn to him, crossing your arms over your chest protectively.

“I heard you had a visitor today,” you say nonchalantly, as if this is a completely normal conversation to be having in the middle of the night.

His brow furrows again, this time in confusion. “A visitor?”

You nod in response, your jaw tight. For a moment he just stares at you, waiting for you to elaborate, but then his eyes light in realization.

“Are you talking about Ana?”

You avert your gaze to the floor, the sharpness in your chest returning. Then a warm, low chuckle reaches your ears, the sound making your insides melt. God, do you love his laugh.

He steps closer, his fingers brushing against the underside of your chin, trying to return your eyes to his; the gentleness of his touch makes your chest ache.

“She’s just a friend, hermosa,” he explains, his voice low and soft.

Unfortunately, his words do nothing to alleviate your concerns.

“‘Just a friend’ like me?” you ask, your voice breaking despite the control you’re fighting so hard to maintain over yourself.

His eyes soften and a piece of you crumbles inside. You watch as his jaw clenches, his hands moving to cup your cheeks, holding you in place so you can’t look away from him again.

“No,” he whispers, shaking his head slightly, “Not like you.”

He holds your gaze, his eyes burning with an intensity you’ve never seen before. It makes your heart skip, your lips parting slightly at the insinuation. You want to believe it, want to believe that this thing between you is more than just sex, more even than friendship. You want to believe it, so you do…if only for tonight.

He must see whatever he’s searching for in your eyes because suddenly he’s kissing you, his lips gentle but sure as he pours everything he is and feels into it, into you. It’s different from the other times somehow, more intense, more serious, as though he’s trying to prove something. You cling to him, fingers twisting in his shirt as he slips his tongue between your lips. He steps closer, his left hand sliding down your neck and torso to settle on your hip. You sigh at the press of his body against yours, warm and solid, familiar.

Without breaking the kiss, Santi guides you backwards, slowly steering you both in the direction of his couch. You pause when the backs of your knees touch the soft, cool leather, letting yourself get lost in the feel of him again. You slide your hands down his chest, slipping them beneath the hem of his shirt to his warm, soft skin. The coolness of your fingers makes him jump a little in surprise and you can’t help the smile that spreads on your lips. He smiles back, you can feel it as he kisses you, as he angles your head and licks into your mouth again, and it makes that now ever-present ache in your chest throb.

When you finally part, it’s for air, your foreheads pressed together as you pant, trying to catch your breaths. He’s too far, you think. You want—no you need—to have him closer, need to feel his skin against yours, need his lips, his eyes, his hands, his everything. You need him.

Your fingers toy with the hem of his shirt before slowly pushing it up his torso and then pulling it over his head. Santi’s eyes are glued to you, like he’s afraid to look away, afraid you’ll disappear if he does. You lean in, pressing a kiss against the hollow of his throat. Santi inhales shakily as you explore, slowly kissing a line down to his chest. He hisses when you flick your tongue over his nipples, his fingers clenching at your hip.

You wish you could live here, in this moment, this moment where there’s nothing else but you and him together.

After a moment, he pulls you back, pulls your mouth back to his, humming contentedly when you reconnect, as if you’ve been parted for years instead of just a few seconds. Santiago’s hands slip beneath the waistband of your pajama bottoms and panties, the warm, rough pads of his fingers scratching delightfully against your skin. Slowly, he pushes them down, dragging the fabric over your ass and hips before letting them fall at your feet. Unimpeded by your clothing, he cups your backside, gently kneading your cheeks with his strong fingers as he pulls your body against his.

Slowly, you undress each other, hands lingering, reverently caressing every inch of skin revealed. Once you’re bared to each other, Santi lays you down against the cushions of his couch. The cool leather makes you shiver, goosebumps breaking out and spreading over your body. He watches you for a moment, his eyes somewhat unreadable in the darkness of the room. You can feel his gaze on you, as he drags it slowly down your body, as if committing every bit of you to memory. Before you can say anything, he leans in, reclaiming your mouth as he situates his body over yours.

He’s so warm, the weight of him comforting, familiar, as he settles between your legs. You moan softly as his hard cock brushes against your core, the sound muffled by his mouth on yours. He groans, slowly grinding against you, each brush of him sending sparks of pleasure up your spine. It feels like you’re on fire, like you’re about to burn up from the inside out. You need him, need him to fill you, to consume you. He seems to sense your need, shifting so the head of his cock is pressed against your entrance.

He breaks your kiss as he sinks inside you, his swollen lips parting in a silent groan as your body welcomes him home. For a moment, he doesn’t move, content just to bask in the warmth of you. He finds your lips again, his kiss languid and deep, as if he can’t get enough of you, as if he wants to swallow you whole. When he finally starts to move, it’s slow, his thrusts shallow but no less pleasurable. He keeps kissing you, stealing your breath, his hands are everywhere, touching, caressing, stoking the fire inside you. The moment feels endless, a blur of hands and lips and breathy moans.

There’s something different about this time, something different in the air, in the energy between you both. Perhaps it's the pace, your usual frantic neediness traded for something so unhurried, yet still so passionate. It feels unreal, unlike anything you’ve ever experienced. It feels like love, though, you know it isn’t.

It’s easy to forget, though, consumed by him as you are. He’s everything, he’s everywhere, all you can see, all you can feel, hear, smell, taste—

You shake as the tension twists in your gut, breathy moans escaping you with every push of his hips. He’s no better, jaw slack, eyes blown wide and dark, looking almost drunk as he so easily unravels you bit by bit. You’re so close, feeling as though you’ve been on the precipice for ages, ready to tumble over with the slightest nudge. He keeps you there, the steady push and pull of his hips drawing out your pleasure. Briefly you wonder if it’s possible to die from this, because you feel like you might. There are worse ways to go, you suppose.

Something in his eyes shifts as he moves over you, as if he’s made some important decision. He leans in, claiming your mouth once more, his kiss deep and filled with so much longing it takes your breath away. He finds your hands, splayed limply beside you on the couch, his fingers lacing with yours. He’s done it before, but somehow now it feels different, like it means more. You tell yourself you’re reading too much into it, into everything—he doesn’t feel the way you want him to, he doesn’t love you.

Your hands are still clasped when you come, his fingers gripping yours like a vice. He presses his forehead to yours as the euphoria washes over you like a tidal wave, the warmth of his breath gliding pleasantly over your skin. Then he kisses you, so gentle and sweet it makes your heart ache in your chest.

You know it’s not love, but maybe, just this once, it’s okay to pretend.

So you do.

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#santiago garcia x reader #santiago garcia x you #santiago pope garcia x reader #santiago pope garcia x you #triple frontier fanfiction #triple frontier fic #santiago garcia smut #santiago pope garcia smut #my fic

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emblemxeno · 2 days ago

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Why do you take criticism of Fates so personally? Sometimes it seems like you think you're fighting for your life out there, defending yourself against people who want to come at you personally because you like a divisive video game.

On this site and others, I've been accused of being a pedophile, an incest loving freak, accused of supporting depictions of grooming/SA, supporting depictions of conversion therapy, and the ever constant "Freak!!" for liking the game.

I've also been called every substitution for the R slur you can think of for daring to have the controversial opinion of... liking a game's story.

There's also the omnipresent attitudes of "Yeah Fates fans can't accept the truth/shouldn't deny their favorite game is trash" and especially "Fates fans like the characters because they're horny/I can name two big reasons why people like Camilla". FE-tubers in particular say that shit constantly.

Like... I have good reason to be bitter lol.

You did get me thinking, though. Really, if all of it was purely personal against me, I... probably wouldn't actually give as much of damn? Sure it fucking sucks having heinous shit thrown at you, but it's nothing the good ol' block button can't handle.

But the fact that this attitude is just accepted and encouraged in the greater community? That's what sets me off, that's why I rant a lot. Because it's constant, it's everywhere. It's not a matter of Fates being divisive, it's the fact that you can't express a positive opinion about the damn game without coating it in irony and sarcasm. And that sucks. You shouldn't have to lie to have your thoughts be taken seriously and your person be respected.

To compare FE to Sonic again, for a long period of time people had to just be comfortable with the fact that they're expected to think Sonic games aren't good whatsoever and they can only be enjoyed in ironic ways. That kind of mentality fucking blows, and the community got understandably sick of it.

I refuse to not call out that same bullshit in the FE community. If that makes me seem unreasonable (in an overreacting, oversensitive way), then... well I'm not apologizing or changing how I feel, but I can make my approach more palatable in the future I guess lol.

#fire emblem discourse #fire emblem fates

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silent-stories · 2 days ago

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"If you have headcanons about them you wanna share I'm always happy to hear them btw"

Well I do and you just gave me a green to send you every single one that comes to my mind😌

I just love the idea of doing hairstyles with Luna, so maybe one day when you're watching her (not living with them yet) you do each others hair and she loves it. Sadly for Noah, she loves it that much that she wants it the next day for preschool. He tries his best, but it's not it, Luna cries, hairties are all over the bathroom, so Noah just puts her in his car and drives over to your place. In a hurry he didn't event text or call you, so when he sees your sleepy face when you open the door he just hopes he didn't make another woman angry in less than one hour. He tells you what the problem is, Luna is angry at him, but the second you tell her you'll do her hair she's perfect angel again. You take her to your bathroom and do her hair the way she wants to. When Luna comes skipping in your living room where Noah was waiting for her, he just laughs at her happy face, because he's sure he did the same hairstyle too, but she just wanted it from you.

I just love her so much I want her to be MY child

you can send me any idea that comes to your mind ANYTIME omggg 🥹 I love this so much

Luna cries

My shayla 😭🥺

In a hurry he didn't event text or call you, so when he sees your sleepy face when you open the door he just hopes he didn't make another woman angry in less than one hour.

Lmao. If it involves Luna, I could never get mad 🥹

When Luna comes skipping in your living room where Noah was waiting for her, he just laughs at her happy face, because he's sure he did the same hairstyle too, but she just wanted it from you.

"SHE JUST WANTED IT FROM YOU" she's the sweetest omg helppppp 🥹😭♡

Luna in this:

And I'm thinking about Luna being like "This looks so pretty. Better than what daddy did." when you're done.

And you're like "he just needs a bit more practice. I'm sure it wasn't so bad."

"Daddy said a bad word when he was trying." She adds.

You gasp. "No way. A bad word?" (you want to laugh so bad because you just know that after the third time he tried to tie her hair again he definitely broke the rule of not swearing in front of Luna)

She nods again.

"Well, I guess that means we’ll have to put him in detention."

Luna giggles, "detention?"

"Exactly. No snacks, no TV, just sitting there thinking about what he did."

She laughs even harder. "Can I tell him?"

You smirk. "Oh, absolutely."

And with that, she runs off to Noah, ready to deliver the news.

#tbaf #to build a family #noah sebastian x reader #✉️#answered

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thisapplepielife · 2 days ago

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Written for @stobinmonth.

Tell Me Everything

"I'm so bored!" Robin complains. If she has to be stuck here with Steve Harrington, he can at least entertain her. Scoops Ahoy has been beyond slow all day. Those damn assholes over at Orange Julius have been working hard to steal all their customers. Free samples, without her snarky commentary? Ugh.

Not that Robin wants more customers. But she also doesn't like to lose, and right now, they're losing.

"Entertain me!" she demands.

"Well, uh, I guess I have gossip," Steve says, peeling a banana, wandering around the backroom.

"Oh, I'm so sure I'll care about any gossip you might know," Robin says, elbow resting on the table, face in her hand, "But go ahead. Tell me everything."

Steve rolls his eyes, plopping in the chair across from her. He takes a big bite of the banana, and it's disgusting.

"So. You know Eddie "The Freak" Munson? From school?" Steve asks, pointing his surely stolen banana at her. Inventory day is going to be interesting, that's for sure.

"I'm familiar, yes," she says, playing it cool. She's in band with Eddie, and will get to be again next year if the gossip mill is right and he didn't graduate, again. But she doesn't need to advertise that she's in the band to Steve Harrington. He might already know, he should if he pays any attention to anybody else in the world. But she doesn't need to point it out if he doesn't.

"He didn't graduate. I know," she says. This is lame gossip.

"No, well, yes. I think. But that's not it. Uh, last night I was meeting him out at Skull Rock—"

"Why were you meeting Eddie Munson at Skull Rock?" she asks, raising a pointed eyebrow. She knows why. Pot. But she's needling him, just for fun.

"I wanted to join his shitty band," he says sarcastically, rolling his eyes, "I was buying weed. Duh. It's the only thing getting me through his summer. But, get this. I get out there, and I hear him having an argument with another guy. Real heated. Up close and personal."

Robin's stomach flip-flops, and she sits back in her chair. She doesn't want him to finish his thought. Because she can see it in his eyes, she knows what he's about to say. Because she can see herself in Eddie Munson, but she definitely doesn't want Steve Harrington seeing it, too.

Steve leans over the table, trying to whisper, but still chewing, "Turns out he's gay, did you know that?"

Robin feels the blood drain from her face, but is determined to power through it, "What makes…what makes you think that?" she asks.

Steve rolls his eyes, taking another big, phallic bite.

"I just said I saw him. Out at Skull Rock," Steve says, chewing like a cow. How do girls find this attractive? Steve Harrington is a gross boy, not a king.

"You said he was fighting, that's not exactly damning evidence."

He grins, then twists the dagger, "Like, I moved closer. In case I had to help."

"You were gonna help? Who? Eddie? Or the guy he was fighting with?"

Steve doesn't answer, "But then the guy kissed him. Like, kissed, kissed. Eddie pushed him back. But not right away or anything. He liked it."

Robin squeezes her hands together under the table. It's okay. She expected this. It's Steve Harrington.

"Who was the other—no, nevermind," she says. She doesn't want him adding to this story. He can't just tell everybody about this. He can't. "You're not, like, telling other people this, are you? Just me?"

But there's no further discussion, a customer rings the bell out front, and Steve tosses his banana peel on the table, and picks up the ice cream scoop, twirling it in his hand as he pushes through the swinging door.

"Hi, I'm Steve Harrington. I'll be your Custard Captain."

His lines are getting worse by the shift.

Robin leans forward and rests her forehead on the table.

She'll just pretend this never happened.

Not even a year later, Eddie Munson has Steve pinned to the wall of the boat house, broken bottle to his neck, and Robin has eyes. Steve's enjoying it.

Which, gross.

But also: Well, well, well.

Steve turned out to be cool with her, of course, and he's her best friend. One drugged bathroom confession, and she has replayed that 'Eddie Munson's gay' gossip session in her head over and over. Steve hadn't actually ever said anything negative. She'd inferred that, for sure, but he hadn't actually condemned Eddie.

Or her.

He was just stating facts.

She's the one that assumed the worst. She knows Steve now, and this reaction he's having to Eddie is brand new information. For her, definitely, and maybe even for Steve by the look in his eyes.

Once the dust had settled, she steered him away from all the prying ears.

"Well, that was interesting," she says.

"Yup," he croaks, still looking a bit shaken.

"Now you wish you'd had a different experience out at Skull Rock last summer, don't ya?"

And he nods, fervently, and she can't wait to see how this bisexual awakening plays out. If she thought he was embarrassing himself like a fool in front of girls at Scoops Ahoy, she can't even imagine how dumb he'll make himself look in front of Eddie Munson.

She just knows she wants a front row seat, and a fresh dry erase marker.

If you want to write your own, or see more entries for this challenge, pop on over to @stobinmonth to follow along with the platonic soulmate fun!

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julieverne · 3 days ago

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Cailin watches Jane.

Cailin is no detective; she's not even a doctor. But the situation at home--a babysitter for a full adult.

What happened with Maura really did a number on Hope, Cailin knows that intellectually, but she still resents Hope for the ever-tightening grip Hope had on her. She's so afraid to lose another daughter, even though she got the last one back. Has both of them now, because of Maura's kidney. Cailin touches her stomach, over the scar. Maura is part of her now, but they've never been further apart.

Maura hadn't exactly offered. Cailin had ignored the social cues that Maura exhibited; anxiety, nervousness. She hadn't ignored the way Jane's hand had touched Maura's lower back to steady her, to offer support.

She's not here because of the babysitter--well, not just because of the babysitter. She's nineteen, she can take care of herself. She rolls her eyes, even though she's alone. She's here because she wants to know for sure whether Jane is her sister in law or just a really hot woman obsessed with her sister.

Cailin gets it. Maura has the Martin genes; she's gorgeous. Cailin isn't sure she wouldn't be obsessed with Maura if she didn't know they were related. Well, she is, but not the way Jane is obsessed with her. Cailin wants to know more about her sister; Jane wants to eat Maura with her eyes.

She settles back on the bed, tucking one arm under her head. Jane had been here when she got home from the library. Maura hadn't called the police when she hadn't checked in this time. Cailin feels kind of bad about that; she probably should have texted last time too. She knows Maura's job is to pick apart the last moments of women who stayed late at libraries or even stayed home. It's kind of sweet to see that Maura worries about her. Something familial. Cailin hadn't expected how anxious Maura was. Jane had explained it was because Maura wanted Cailin to like her, but that seemed silly because Cailin already did. She'd grown up all over most continents in the kind of places that documentaries got made; she'd learned pretty early to judge people for their intentions. The only vibe she got off Maura was uptight anxiety, and as Jane had said, a deep and abiding need to be liked.

Cailin hadn't done herself any favours there. She'd believed she was dying, and this woman Maura had come in. The daughter Hope had wanted, the daughter Hope had grieved for. She was waiting to take Cailin's place when she passed.

But she hadn't been. She'd offered her kidney; anonymously, of course, but Cailin had known. God, how selfless. Cailin had been a right bitch to get back then, and Maura had offered anyway. Maura really was lovely.

But when Maura was mad, Cailin was reminded that Maura had Doyle blood in her veins too. That their mother loved a mobster and Maura was an unknown quantity.

There was a soft knock on the door.

"it's your house," Cailin says. "Come in."

It wasn't Maura after all. It was Jane. She looks tired and is still in her detective pants with the gun and badge and phone on the belt. They're chunky and make her look even slighter than she already was. It does something to Cailin, Jane being a detective. She wonders if it is genetic.

Jane's also wearing a tank top. It's white and clings to her in a way that makes Cailin bite her lip and look away quickly.

"Thanks for having the talk with Maura."

"I know where babies come from, Jane."

Jane looks startled, then chuckles. She sits on the edge of Cailin's bed and yawns. Cailin sits up beside her.

"I mean the talk about houseguest behaviour. You might not have noticed but she likes certain things a certain way."

"And me being here is upsetting her. I can go home. I just wanted to..." Cailin looks down at her hands. She never fidgeted but Maura did. Must be a Doyle thing. Cailin had seen the way Jane had looked completely devastated in the papers. They had to be lovers. "I just wanted to get to know her. Have a sleepover, I guess, but she's working and I'm studying and we're both adults, even if Hope doesn't think I am."

"Maura says the something vortex doesn't develop until twenty six."

"Cortex," Cailin corrects her. "She's right, but legally I can sign a lease or go to war."

"I would have thought you'd seen enough wars." Jane's voice was low and gentle. She only used that voice for Maura and TJ, who adored her, and sometimes Cailin. Once for Hope. Cailin looks up at Jane. Her smile is so soft, her eyes kind and empathetic. Cailin remembers Jane had dated a soldier and seen another one blown up in front of her.

"Do you ever really feel like the world is an okay place to live in? I know you see the worst of what people do to each other."

Jane sighs and rubs her face. She yawns again.

"You're a good thing in this world. Maura is a good thing in this world. If what I do can protect either one of you, I'll bare-knuckle fight any gangster or deadbeat in Boston."

"Not the Doyles though."

Jane swallows and looks away. "Not the Doyles. They...it's complicated. You and Hope are being watched."

Cailin inhales sharply; she somehow hadn't expected that.

"Look, it's not my place to tell you...but Maura autopsied her half brother. Before she knew who he was, of course. And she had to recuse herself--it was a whole thing. But if you think she's anxious or overbearing or overreacting, I think you should know that she very much doesn't want to have to cut you up too."

Christ. No wonder she'd been so worried. Cailin feels bad now, about making Maura worry. No wonder she'd given up a kidney. Christ. Her own brother. What would that have made him to Cailin? A quarter brother? Like a quarter horse?

Jane watches silently. "That's just scratching the surface of what Maura has in her brain when she looks at you. She's never felt wanted, and when you and Hope didn't want her, I think it broke everything she'd been hoping for. She'd been so scared to even reach out. She's a bad liar, I don't know if you noticed. She just didn't spell out the connection. She wants..." Jane trails off and closes her eyes. "She wants so badly to be loved that she doesn't know how to be loved. She doesn't believe she deserves it."

That's surprisingly deep from casual Detective Jane Rizzoli.

"She was scared of being rejected, that Hope wouldn't want her. She'd met Paddy already by then."

Jane says the name of Boston's biggest crime boss like she likes him, like she hasn't shot him at least once. She'd said Cailin was being watched but she didn't sound concerned. Maybe Cailin shouldn't be either. Jane has a moral compass and she's been a good judge of character so far.

"She was adopted. I mean, of course you know that. But I think she was always scared her parents didn't love her, that they'd made the wrong choice. She was always scared that they'd want to return her. Of course, there was no way they could have returned her, and they love her in their own weird little ways. Constance saved her life. Usually she's not very demonstrative, but she showed Maura how much she has always cared for her. But before then her love for Maura was stiff and formal--she's British. You know what they're like. So seeing you with Hope was something she'd always wanted, something she knew she could never have and she gave you a kidney anyway. So if she says to text her, can you just text her, please?"

"That's a long story for a short message. I'll text her, okay? I didn't know..."

"That's why I told you." Jane's smile is small but she's so pretty that Cailin looks away, suddenly aware that Jane and her are on a bed. She blushes, and Jane chuckles.

"She's not trying to take Hope from you," Jane says gently. Cailin rolls her eyes.

"Somedays I wish she would. She's too much. If Maura can take half, she'd be doing me a favour."

"You've met my Ma, your concept of too much is underwhelming."

"Angela's nice," Cailin protests but not too harshly; she knows what Jane means. The humiliation of having a mother who cares too much. Cailin has always taken it for granted and resented it, but she sees now that Maura can take some of the slack. Hope is too much for one daughter and if Maura can share her house then the least Cailin can do is share her overbearing, anxious mother. They can anxiety at each other. Leave Cailin out of it.

"Ma needs someone to mother, and Maura never got much mothering. They'd both drive me crazy if they didn't have each other." It's so close to Cailin's own thoughts that she laughs. She looks over at Jane. God, those cheekbones, those deep, soulful eyes, the shape of her in that tank top.

"Are you dating?"

Jane looks at her in shock.

"You're, like, half my age."

Cailin groans and buries her head in her hands. She hadn't been asking like that but with the way she was looking at Jane she can't blame her for misinterpreting her.

"I mean, are you guys dating? Each other."

"Ma and me? Not my type." Jane's grin is cheeky.

Cailin knows Jane is being deliberately obtuse. There had been many nights Cailin and Hope had wondered aloud about their relationship. Jane was always there. She was here now.

Cailin meets Jane's eyes with a glare. Jane slumps.

"You'd better ask her," Jane says so quietly that it almost breaks Cailin's heart. It's not a no, but it's as close to an answer as she'll get.

"I'd better go. Sorry to lay all of that on you, I just want to explain. She likes you--she doesn't want to lose you. Not now she's found you."

Poor Jane. Knowing she's single should lift Cailin's heart but she's not wrong; Jane is twice her age, and even though she's gorgeous and funny and kind, dating her would feel wrong because she knows Jane is Maura's. Maura is Hope's, but she's Angela's too, and Paddy's and this Constance's--but most of all Maura is Jane's.

"I like her too. I wish she wouldn't worry so much about that. I wouldn't have come here if I didn't want to spend time with her. She's smart and successful and she's so kind. She's nice, too, if a little uptight at times."

"When you go missing." Jane chides her with no ire. She puts her hands on her knees and yawns again. "I'm going to bed."

"About that. Where do you sleep?"

"The green room," Jane says smoothly, but Cailin has heard Jane's door creep open late at night, Jane's uneven footfalls head down the hall and not come back. Jane gets to her feet and stretches and god there's so much of her, she's so tall, her shirt rides up over her flat stomach and toned abs and Cailin can feel the blush staining her cheeks. Jane tucks her shirt back in.

"Goodnight," Jane says, and then she's gone. Not to the green room, but down the hall towards Maura's bedroom.

Cailin's no detective, but she knows love when she sees it.

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In the morning Cailin wakes early to make the coffee. An apology, of sorts. She makes sure the counter is wiped down and the coffee machine is clean when she's finished and packs the dishwasher as Maura and Jane blearily come into the kitchen.

"Keep her," Jane mumbles at Maura, tilting her head at Cailin. Maura nods and yawns and takes the coffee thankfully.

"I just might," Maura says once she's sipped her coffee. "Thank you."

"I'm sorry. I didn't realise how much of your routine I was throwing off."

Maura nods. "And I'm sorry if I've made you feel unwelcome. It's these long hours--I have so little time at home. I've wanted to spend time with you."

Cailin's heart warms her.

"I want to spend time with you too," Cailin says softly, and Maura's eyes crinkle as she smiles--not uncertainly, the way she smiles at Hope and Cailin, but relaxed and honestly, the way she smiles at Angela and Frankie.

Jane's hand is on Maura's hip, squeezing softly, then sliding up Maura's back. Maura leans into Jane like it's breathing, like it's easy and natural and something they do every day. Jane welcomes her, bracing her weight and pulling her closer, hand running over Maura's side, then resting on her hip again. Jane sips her coffee and sighs.

Whatever they are, Cailin doesn't know but she won't ask again, because they're comfortable enough to be themselves with each other around her and Cailin had never been gifted anything so precious.

Jane presses a gentle kiss to Maura's temple and Maura's eyes close. Cailin's not jealous; she's glad. From what Jane said last night, Maura had a tough start. Jane had said Maura didn't know how to be loved, but it sure looked like she did when Jane held her like that.

#rizzoli and isles #rizzoli & isles #rizzles #maura isles #jane rizzoli #rizzles fanfic #cailin martin

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birbmotherpigeon · 1 day ago

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HERMIT UNIVERSITY socmed

PART 7

Mumbo was doing his best to type and walk at the same time. He had gotten extremely bored when his arms started aching. He was carrying spare parts for Tangos robot to the workshop. His own little Grumbot was already waiting there. He picked up his speed when he entered the building. He was just a few steps away from his corrodior when a big bumbling man turned the corner and they crash into eachother.

Mumbo being a long lean thing fell like a puppet who's strings released on impact. The bigger man didn't seem to keep himself up much better. The bigger man landed on his bum, Mumbo landing face first in his lap.

"Woah there! you okay buddy?" The man asked from above Mumbo, who froze absolutely mortified. Slowly he turned around in the lap of the strange man looking straight up at the *Damn* at the very handsome man.

"Y-yeah I....I okay, Me, buddy is" He managed to get out. He was screaming at himself internally. This was the guy! The shirtless man form the other day. The guy with the cat who moved into Mumbos old dorm. Hadn't he been so mortified he would've wanted to say something to the very handsome young man. Instead he slowly rose to his feet. started to pick up his robotic pieces before he excused himself.

"I'm terribly sorry, I need to go" He said, He didn't even have the time to reflect over the other man's crutches. Nor his extremely confused expression as Mumbo rushed off.

Scar, the mystery handsome man in question, slowly got back on his feet. He saw a metallic mustache laying on the floor as he rose...He picked it up. Looked back one last time before shrugging and continuing his own way.

Gem sighed. She knew her friend was just being dramatic. As she arrives to the workshop so does Tango and Impulse.

"GEMSTONE! what you doing here?" Impulse calls to his roommate as he spots her. She smiles with a shrug.

"Mumbo had a mortifying wet cat moment" She explained and before anyone could say anything more Mumbo was already standing in the doorway to the workshop looking like said wet cat.

"Gem :(" he whined, she had to force down a laugh as to not laugh in her friends face. Tango was not so talented but he got a swift elbow in the side from Impulse.

"I couldn't even say I was okay!!" He whined sitting down with a deep sigh. "Why can't I just be silly with the dorm thing!! why do I have to be socially awkward too" He continued to vent his heart out. He did lose her though

"Excuse me? what? dorm thing?" She repeated, Mumbos face dropped again as he thought about it. He groaned annoyed.

"Yeah I forgot to sign up for a dorm" He explained exasperated

"Well where did you sleep this night?" Gem pressed

"Tango let me crash at their dorm. I'm gonna stay there until there's a vacancy" Mumbo continued his explanation. Gem felt a dread in her stomach

"Ooooh, Mumbo you can't do that they're gonna start doing impromptu dorm checks next week" She said as carefully as she could without freaking Mumbo out even more.

"WHAT" she shouted it hadn't helped. Gem walked up to the tall man. Impulse and Tango followed suit.

"Well yeah they're checking to make sure no one unwanted is at uni" She explained Mumbos shoulders dropped aswell now.

"I guess that makes sense but" He sighed not finishing his thoughts.

"Gem don't tell on us please" Impulse suddenly said, Gem must've had made some face that made him worry. She shaked her head

"Of course not!" She said, she would never rat out her friend.

"Good, and Mumbo we'll just always be ready to hide you until you have your own dorm. Can't be too hard" Tango finished in Impulse stead. Gem was tempted to argue but Mumbo seemed to be genuinely on the werge of tears if she'd say something more.

"Y-yeah!" She let out instead. "a-and if you need to duck out I guess you can always come over to the trout dorm" She added on before thinking properly, she glanced at Impulse who simply nodded. It did seem to help though, Mumbo seemed far less sad.

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kys02 · 5 hours ago

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How the Digital Circus characters are connected?

Alright, I think we can all agree that the main five characters weren’t chosen randomly. Each of them has their own issues, and the way they interact only makes those issues more obvious.

Ragatha & Jax — Two Sides of the Same Coin

Ragatha is sweet, caring, and optimistic, but there are moments that hint she’s not as “perfect” as she seems:

• In the Pomni dream:

Cane: Looks like our new friend's already abstracted!

Raghata: Well, I guess we're not all cut out for it.)

• In episode 4, she tells Gangle: I feel like I'm way more responsible than you.

Sound familiar? Yep, that’s Jax energy. But while Ragatha plays the role of the good one, Jax does the opposite—he breaks rules, annoys people, and insults everyone (except for Kinger). That being said, there are moments where his real emotions slip through:

• In episode 2, he actually looks sad at Kaufmo’s funeral.

• In episode 4, he’s exhausted from all the shift and actually talks to Pomni and Ragatha in a neutral tone—no sarcasm, no teasing.

Basically, Ragatha pretends to be all kindness while hiding her anger, and Jax pretends to be all cruelty while hiding his kindness.

(by the way, I had a post on the topic: why the 5th and 6th episodes will be about Jax and Ragatha at the same time. That's the main reason.)

Zooble & Gangle

Remember that moment in episode 4 when Zooble gives Gangle a plastic mask? By the end of the episode, it turns out it doesn’t work, and Gangle gets upset.

Gangle: The mask didn't work…

Zooble: Look, the new mask was bust. So what? I'm sure we'll find something that works eventually.

Now, here’s where it gets interesting:

• Zooble hates their body and keeps replacing their parts, trying to find something that “fits.”

• Gangle wears a happy mask because, well, no one likes sad people. That’s literally a stereotype—crying is seen as weakness.

Fun fact: in one of the official artworks, Gangle is shown wearing different masks, some of which reference old Gooseworx projects.

Both of them want to change something about themselves, thinking it’ll make them feel whole. But the truth is, Zooble is still Zooble no matter what parts they have, and Gangle is still Gangle with or without a mask.

Kinger & Pomni

(in short, because I don’t see any big similarities here. Just little things that I noticed)

Kinger once told Pomni that he lost his wife.

In episode 2, Pomni makes a new friend— Gummigoo, and when he disappears, she feels the exact same loss that Kinger did.

Every character in the Digital Circus reflects a deeper conflict. Their interactions aren’t just fun or dramatic—they reveal the struggles they’re dealing with in their own ways.

I might add more to this later, but that’s all for now! And remember: everyone is always connected) Thanks for reading! 🩵

#tadc #the amazing digital circus #tadc theory #gooseworx #tadc jax #jax the rabbit #tadc pomni #the amazing digital circus ragatha #tadc zooble #tadc gummigoo #tadc kinger #tadc gangle #the amazing digital circus gangle

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jingyichickenwings · 1 day ago

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This is less of a Deep Cut and more of a case of schadenfreude, but I love when various members of a creative team are messy in public about their high budget group project. Reality TV for nerds. It speaks to a profound lack of media training or fucks given. You guys realize that future employers can Google you, right? Unintentionally hilarious.

Linke and Yee were told in no uncertain terms that their season 1 storyboard was shit, so they hired Overton, who hired half a dozen actual writers, and they did basically a full overhaul. The script was objectively much better. But this was Linke's baby, and several years later you still see signs that he is Big Mad that he didn't get his way, and that he doesn't know or care about what actually became season 1 canon. I'm sorry that your Jewish stereotype villain didn't get to be a pedophile, I guess? Idk. Yes, yes, I am sure your version of Svengali is really innovative. Maybe someday, buddy.

Meanwhile they start writing season 2 in early 2020, while the season 1 air date isn't until November of 2021. So, they don't have public feedback on the script yet, just, yanno, actual writing professionals. Anyway, according to Overton, they needed to fire the non-management part of the writing team because of the pandemic?! Lmao babygirl you do your best and I respect commitment to the official PR excuse but nobody sensible believes this. Netflix writers average 110k/year, and you needed six or so from season 1. That is not a big part of the overall budget. Also, y'all could have saved money with Zoom meetings.

So the very thing that saved the season 1 script got line-itemed "because of the pandemic". That sounds like an extremely convenient excuse for Linke to be like, no, fuck you all, we are going back to Plan A, the rough draft of season 2 based on his shitty version of season 1. Honey. That ship has sailed. You already lost this argument.

So presumably some combination of Linke/Yee/Riot/Netflix was like, it's important that we have at least one actual grown adult writer on staff. So Overton gets to keep her job.

Now, I want to preface this by saying that season 2 would have been even worse without Overton. That being said, there is a reason they needed a deeper bench of writing staff. Overton and Linke over-connect with the characters Caitlyn and Jayce respectively, to a degree that they frequently forgot to evaluate how other characters would likely behave in certain situations. It led to contrivances, plot holes, etc. There is a lot I could add here but tbh go read any of the meta already out there.

In addition to the Mary Sue type behavior, Overton thought it would be Neat to make the writing more like Avengers, like multiverse time travel fuckery is a shiny beach pebble and not narrative napalm. What in the ADHD was she thinking? Even if they had the run time to world build enough for this, there was nothing in season 1 to even suggest this as an option. And let's be fucking honest, multiverse a lot of why Marvel is on a downward spiral. If Viktor can go to Build-A-Bear Workshop and 3-D print a million Jayces, why should I give a shit about his kill count? He can just be kind, rewind, and try again. Actions are decoupled from consequences.

Anyway, moving back to the topic at hand of the Arcane team. Apparently, Overton, Linke and Yee only half-wrote season 2?! Linke said something about how they "extensively collaborated with Fortiche on the story"? Which, it's not inherently a bad idea to get creative feedback from your art team, but ummm, maybe the writers and Fortiche should have worked to a point of agreement on basic story beats. Based on a lot of what Fortiche has said, the art for season 2 passive aggressively advances what they wanted the writing to be against Linke's wishes. They literally have just been straight up disagreeing with Linke and getting paid for it. Which, to be fair, I respect the sheer pettiness! Linke can't write his own damn show but wants to slow down the very expensive art team? When the actual writers that got fired "because of the pandemic" would have caught a lot of the season 2 issues?

So post airing of season 2, Overton is all about that girlboss copaganda, Linke is having multiple public meltdowns and getting fired by Riot(?), and multiple voice actors and artists at Fortiche are being like "yeah, we actually wanted something else so there are now multiple competing narratives for season 2". Which is hilarious. The way in which the show is messy is the same way in which the creators are messy. These bitches are a cautionary tale about hubris and the need to engage in team-building.

#arcane critical

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anxiousapplepie · 16 hours ago

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I am very curious and also concerned that the current Dragon King is potentially willing to genocide his whole race (or allow it if not perpetuating it) end a war, but I'm guessing it has to potentially do with the other two you included alongside what I believe is the look of the current Dragon King? (Far right, black hair and pink eyes) ... Actually, I don't think Rose eye colour rules work for the Dragons, now that I think about it.

Though it's a bit interesting and conflicting if the current Dragon King's reason (or at least part of it) for being okay with either extreme relating to the potentially very depressed Rose in his care (probably not human, eyes are too red for that. Though, can Roses actually smoke?? That's gotta be far more harmful to them than it is for humans.) and a Coloured Dragon child (his child??? Maybe???). Especially since this is a Black Dragon who did forsake his connections to others and community before. You know, following the info you already gave us.

... I think you gave me far more questions than answers. Whoops. And I doubt I'm connecting these dots correctly, but I'm pretty sure the partial revenge part is because of Rose Society's standards leading the brown Rose to depression and apparently smoking?? Who is probably the one person who got past the current Dragon King's metaphorical walls??

... Well, flip. I was gonna propose a theory I had on the Mythical Knight for my next ask before this just came and took up all my attention instead. You don't need to elaborate if you don't want to; I just have many questions about that small art snippet we got. But I could also be just completely wrong, and you can just tell me if I'm making a mountain out of a molehill. Good luck and I am very sorry for the word vomit. ☆

I am giggling and kicking my feet so much because I see you connecting the dots I've shared so far but also I'm laughing maniacally for reasons I cannot even begin to explain yet! (It's the colors. it's 100% the colors! XD) I will make two thing plain, though: the black-haired dude is indeed the "current" Dragon King during Lapis' story. And yes, Roses can smoke and it is Very Bad for them (for obvious reasons) XD

seriously you have no idea how much delight I got from your word vomit- I'd give you permission to check off your RK bingo card for a few of your ramblings, but that implies the situation with the Dragon King is that simple and clear cut XD

#my art #Rose Knights #I think I've done my job very well #if I just raise more questions after I give an answer to something #And it'll be so funny for when all the cards are on the table and people go back to look at previous art like “OH. MATH CHECKS OUT.”#but laaaater! right now we all vibing!

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glitter-stained · 2 days ago

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Stephcass as some of my platonic relationships' most intense moments :

Cass: what are you doing?

Steph: oh, writing a play!

Cass: cool what's it about?

Steph : it's a tragedy about lesbians being burned at the pyre. The main character is kind of a self-insert. I mean, not that it means anything, lol, I'm straight.

Cass: oh.

Steph: also don't take this the wrong way but can I say something weird?

Cass: uh, sure.

Steph: I feel like since I've met you, the lesbian love interest has started resembling you more and more -she's mostly based on you, now. Not that that means anything.

****

Steph: You couldn't dom me if you tried.

Cass: the fuck I couldn't?

Steph: No you couldn't!

Cass: The only reason I'm not domming you because I don't want to!

Steph : You couldn't even if you wanted to!

Cass: I so could!

Steph: oh yeah? Prove it.

Cass: You don't even want me to!

Steph: But you couldn't. If I did want you to.

****

Steph : It's like... You know, I'm never really this tactile... It's hard for me, even with friends, to touch or hug them... You're different, though. I don't know why, what's different about you, but the way it feels hugging you... It just feels right with you.

Cass: You smell nice. Do you wear perfume?

Steph: oh? No, it's probably just my shampoo.

Cass: Your hair smells really nice.

****

Cass: Yeah, so I went to that lesbian bar and it was such a disappointment... I was hoping to get fucked in the bathroom so bad!

Steph: and you didn't invite me??

Cass: I didn't expect you to want to be there!

Steph: of course I did!

****

Cass: I think you're my soulmate... I never met someone who completed me so deeply before.

Steph: like, romantically?

Cass: It's more like, you're a star, and I'm the moon. We should get matching profile pictures.

Steph: whenever I look at the moon I think of you.

Cass: I was going to name a plant after you, but I thought if I gave it your name it would break my heart when you died, so I named it after a goddess that made me think of you.

****

Steph: I wish we had broken up.

Cass: We would make such good exes.

Steph: We would be so bitter about it!

Cass: so toxic...

****

Cass: your eyes are so beautiful... Did you ever notice they change colours with the light?

Steph: you... um, you've already told me that.

Cass: I know. I just really like looking at them.

*****

Cass: You think if we were fictional characters people would ship us?

Steph: oh my god definitely. The ultimate otp.

Cass: people would cancel us for queerbaiting.

Steph : you know what would be really funny? If we wrote a show with our self-inserts having the same relationship as us.

Cass: both canonically sapphic.

Steph: one of them dies tragically and the other just loses it. Tries to summon her back to life.

Cass: goes on a killing spree.

Steph: friends to lovers except they never kiss. They have a child together.

Cass: you get it.

Steph: Even I am starting to ship them.

****

Timsteph!era steph gets an eyelash stuck on her cheek: *looking deep into cass's eyes*

Cass: make a wish

Steph: *closes her eyes and guesses wrong*

Cass, gently wiping the eyelash off her cheek with her thumb: what did you wish for?

Steph: that I were dating you instead of Tim

Cass: *looking away so steph doesn't see the tears brimming in her eyes*

****

Steph, playing with her hair: hey so I really like you and would love to know you better. Would you like to grab coffee sometimes, as a date?

Cass: oh, of course, I'd love that!

#important notes: these are anecdotes from interactions with four different women #i did not date any of them #all of these happened in platonic/friendship contexts (on their part at least)#i'm not sad about it at all now I think it's hilarious #i just NEED stephcass to experience biblically accurate lesbian struggles #the epic high and lows of homoerotic female friendship #dc #dc comics #stephcass #stephcass headcanons

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sirfrogsworth · 10 hours ago

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This post has really been a big lesson in science communication.

Like, yeah, the lack of detail from being far away is a needed variable to create the illusion. But why do we still see it as small once we know it is big? I'm trying to go beyond the technical and into the psychological and some people just don't want to take that journey with me so they just default to "he is wrong about this".

I think I did a little better with my addition where I showed the horse from below. And maybe if that was in the original post I wouldn't have gotten so many of these skeptical comments.

I was trying to make a bigger point about how past experiences inform your present visual perception. At a very young age we are blasted with imagery. Thousands of images per day. Our brain builds a library of visual experiences to help us understand what we are seeing at any given time.

Again, up to 90% of our visual perception is our brain using past experiences to build what we see. And by "see" I don't mean the raw data collected by our eyeballs. I mean the finished visual product our mind constructs for us.

If our brains had to process the entirety of our raw visual input they would literally overheat.

This is not a perfect analog, but imagine trying to process an 8K video at 60 fps... while also constantly stitching together a three dimensional panorama... all while processing your other senses... and running your vital organs... and thinking about what you are seeing and then processing the meaning... and sometimes also processing sound and its meaning... all at once... nonstop.

Your brain takes shortcuts to give you a very close approximation of visual reality. It has to.

I wasn't trying to answer if you would see tilt shift photos as miniature without previous experience. I think if all of the variables that are needed for the effect were perfect you might get that sense. In photos where those variables are imperfect, it might take a while to get there. But I really have no idea and I think that would be impossible to test. Like, after seeing one image you're going to use that experience to process all future images.

So, maybe the answer is yes, but only one time?

But how would you find a person who has no visual experience looking at small things that represent big things? I had toys before I could remember having toys. How do you find someone who has never seen a Rudolph Christmas special or a toy advertisement?

If your brain has that data, it is going to use it. So for the vast majority of people, past experience is absolutely why they see the effect. I guess I was trying to answer why you feel it is miniature so instantly and intensely, and more importantly, why you can't *unsee* it as miniature.

You can't tell your brain, "actually, thing is big" and then see it as big. Maybe if you concentrate really hard you can get a sense of bigness but it is always going to snap back to "thing is small." Your brain has years and years of experiences looking at pictures of small things and you can't undo those experiences through sheer force of will. It is using that old data to avoid melting and so "thing is small" becomes locked in.

I just thought that was fascinating and a huge mindfuck and much more interesting than "if you remove all these experiences will it still look small?" EVERYONE HAS THOSE EXPERIENCES!

Except maybe one of those tribes that shoot arrows at anyone who tries to see what their deal is.

Okay, to settle this we are going to need a suit of armor and one brave scientist willing to take an iPad with a photo of a train into their village.

In any case, I felt this tilt shift illusion was a perfect opportunity to explore the science of visual perception and answer a bigger question. And I'm not sure what I could have done differently to keep people from having these doubts.

One person said I was speculating and then speculated as to why I was wrong about this.

First... lol.

But I'm not pulling this out of my ass! I went down so many research rabbit holes trying to figure this out. I just feel like the detractors aren't getting what I'm trying to explain. And I don't know if that is because I'm doing a bad job explaining or if explaining it to everyone is just not possible.

If there are any science communication people or enthusiasts who can advise, I would appreciate it. I love doing this kind of educational content and I just want to make sure I reach as many people as possible.

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