#matt buddy you've got NO idea

[kooldewd123]

i am LIVING for matpat somehow going down an animorphs side tangent in the middle of a fnaf analysis

[echosong971]

today I offer y'all a messy beat board for a scene i wanna flesh out at some point with my Warlock oc, Maverick :)

More info below the cut ↴

This scene place during Season of the Lost, while Savathûn's Song is still a prevalent issue:

additional note: the markings on Mav's body in panel 2 are what I like to call "Traveler's Markings." (an idea I got from a buddy of mine)

They're the same kind he has on his face, and he got them when he first rezzed. I like to think of it as evidence that you've been "touched by the Light." They also glow whenever he uses his Light, the color of the glow dependent on whichever subclass/element he is using (as you can see in panel 7, where his face markings are glowing that fiery orange)

When he's not using his Light, they're just a matte, electric blue color.

[sydsaint]

could you do something with matt jackson where the reader gets a minor injury from the bcc and he and the rest of the elite finally return to help her?

Love this idea! Heel/Protective Bucks r my fav. Hope you enjoy !

It was just supposed to be a routine night on Dynamite. You had a match against Julia Hart scheduled for the middle of the show after you and Julia had exchanged some words backstage a few days ago. Nothing you haven't done before. 

The trouble came after you managed to pull a win from Julia. You'd been minding your own business in the ring, enjoying your hard-fought victory when the BCC music hit. You've never had any beef with anyone in the BCC. But they descended to the ring like rabid dogs anyways. 

"Umm, can I help you?" You'd made the mistake of standing your ground when Moxley approached you. 

"You can get out of our ring." Moxley spits back at you. "Playtime is over. The men are in the ring now." He'd sneered at you. 

Never one to back down from a fight, even if it's one that you know you can't win. You stood your ground. "I'll leave when I'm good and ready thanks." You dared to challenge Moxley. And he didn't like that one bit. 

Before you even had a chance to get another word out, Bryan Danielson had already stepped up to the plate. He'd grabbed your arm and yanked you forward and onto your knee's before you even registered that he'd moved from Jon's side. Being half their side and caught off guard, Bryan easily kicked you around before dumping you over the top rope of the ring and sending you crashing down to the floor. You'd hit your head on the way down obviously, because the next thing you remember is being in the infirmary. 

How in the hell did you get yourself into this mess?

"Y/N?!" Matt's voice makes you open your eyes back in the medical room. 

"Matty?" You groan as you sit up, head throbbing in pain. 

You blink a couple of times in the harsh light of the infirmary. When your vision finally focuses, Matt is at your side and coddling you like his helpless baby girl. "Y/N? Oh my gosh! Are you alright? The doc said that you hit your head. What happened?" He asks you. 

"Matt." You groan again. But Matt doesn't shut up. "Matthew!" You warn again and this time Matt falls silent. "I'm okay, honestly." You assure him and push him back a bit by the chest to give yourself some space. "My head is just a bit tender is all. As for what happened. It was Moxley and all his dumb BCC buddies." 

"What?" Matt replies in a mix of shock and anger. "Why in the hell would Mox and his buddies want with you?" He asks you. 

You shrug, starting to regain your strength now. "I mean, I was kind of mouthing off in the ring. Just a little bit." You admit with a small laugh. 

"Y/N!" Matt scolds you. 

"What?" You reply. "They started it, Matty." You insist. "I was just minding my own business in the ring after my watch with Julia when they showed up. It's not my fault." You cross your arms in a pout. 

Matt lets out a sigh and shakes his head. He steps forward again and kisses your temple before he turns back to Nick and Kenny standing off to the side of the room. "Hey, you two want to help me defend my wife's honor?" He asks. 

"We've got your back." Nick nods and pushes off the wall.

"Anything for, Y/N." Kenny agrees with a lighthearted chuckle. 

Matt, Nick, and Kenny all gather up and head for the door. And, not about to be left out of the action, you hop off the medical table and walk over to them. Matt puts his hand out to stop you, but you swat it away. "I can defend myself, thanks, honey." You insist. 

"Baby, you're hurt." Matt reminds you. 

"It was one minor spill." You remain stubborn. "I'm fine. Right, doc?" You turn to the doctor to prove your point.

The doctor shrugs and glances down at his whiteboard. "There's no sign of a concussion that I can see. And you seem perfectly aware of your surrounding, Mrs. Jackson." He adds. 

"See!" You point at the doctor. "I'm fine, Matty. So let's go." 

Knowing that he can't stop you if the doctor says that your're alright, Matt grumbles to himself and lets you pass him. You grin to yourself and everyone heads out to find where the BCC is so you can get some revenge. 

With the gang all rallied together, it doesn't take long for you to find the BCC locker room. The boys stand at the ready and you knock on the door. A few seconds later, Wheeler Yuta is the one to open the door. "Hi, Wheeler." You flash a smile at the youngest BCC member before delivering a swift kick to his torso. 

Wheeler falls back into the locker room with a loud grunt and you step back to let Matt, Nick, and Kenny all rush the room and take care of business. Chaos ensues in the locker room and you help out where you can while the boys do most of the work. While you're busy helping Nick with Claudio, you hear Matt threatening Jon on the other side of the room. 

"You think it's funny to assault my wife like that?" Matt beats on Jon with a ferocity that you rarely see in him. 

"You got this, Nick?" You turn back to Nick and he nods. 

You hurry across the room to where Matt is still beating Jon senselessly and reach down to grab his shoulder. "Matty, it's okay. He's had enough." You pull Matt up and away from Jon. "Matt, come on." 

Matt's nostrils flare as he stands up straight. You step between him and Moxley on the floor and hug him tightly. "Keep away from my wife, Moxley," Matt warns Mox from over your shoulder as he hugs you back. "Come on baby, let's go home." He lets you go and grabs your hand. 

"One second." You nod and turn around to look at Jon just as he starts to pick himself off of the floor. You kick Mox in the stomach as hard as you can and he crumbles back down to the floor. "Alright, I'm ready." You turn back to Matt. 

Matt beckons Nick and Kenny to the door and everyone heads out, leaving the BCC a mess on their locker room floor. Matt kisses your cheek as you walk off and you intertwine your hands together with a smile on your face. 

Justice served. 

[lost-technology]

Hey. Please please please don't do anything drastic. I know it seems really dark right now, and it is. Yesterday was a horrible day for everyone and it will continue to be hard as we all process. But it's so so so important that you keep on living through that.

One half of this that is absolutely true is that you need to keep on living to spite them. You need to live longer than him and laugh when he's gone. Your life in itself is resistance and that's infinitely valuable.

The other half is that, no matter if you believe this or not right now, the world would be darker without you. I mean this really and truly. I don't know you in real life so I can't speak to that, but you bring a lot of positivity and unique views to the trigun fandom. Your reblogs are how I found a lot of the trigun blogs I now follow. Your comments and discussions on Rem make me happy to read, just grinning in real life because someone cares so much about a character that needed more time. It's simple stuff really, but that's what's important. Even people you've never spoken to like me are positively impacted by your life. And that increases tenfold for people who know you in real life that you do speak to and that love you and want you around no matter if they say it out loud or not.

Please keep living. You bring something unique to this world and you're a nice person, which goes for a lot these days. And if you can't believe that, live for spite, just for now, and maybe the other stuff can come later.

Please live. I'm sorry for being so long winded but you really do have a much bigger impact than you could ever see without someone telling you and I want you to know.

We can all get through this and you're not alone. Being together is how we can find strength. So stay and be together with us. Please.

I'm sorry for the long ask. Just want to make sure you at least hear this stuff. You're important.

I do need to get on the phone with my therapist. It's just... I feel like the hits just keep on coming, neverending in my life. This hope to have the first ever Madame President and to not have a man in office (again) who shows all signs of going full fascist - it is bringing up grief in such a way that it seems to be bleeding into my lingering grief over a family-loss I had last year. I'm feeling similar ways. Last year, my nephew died (adult, just on the cusp of 40, my partner's nephew). He was my best friend, my gaming buddy and we were the three amigos on holidays and whatnot. We had him up for almost an entire year on Covid-lockdown living with us. He got me through my partner's heart-attacks when he had those in previous years. Matt was the one who broke the news to me that there was going to be a new Trigun anime because he knew I basically lived and breathed Trigun back in the day and still counted Vash as my personal hero. And then, in January '23, he was gone - cause of death unknown, probably his heart giving out - because he had some health issues. I basically had to go through that. I've been feeling like I've just gotten to pulling myself out of the muck of that, was just starting to feel better (with some random meloncholy still hitting me), and now I'm running into yet another big thing that's making me think "What is life even for?" - There's no justice here. I have no power. There is no rhyme or reason. I also lost a couple of aunts during Covid times, both eldery - one to the disease itself, another through something unrelated, both in 2021. I wasn't as close to them anymore, but it hurt. I had to go into inpatient psychiatric in 2021 because some misunderstandings, a huge fight, a dogpiling (of me) and a public tumblr callout post in one small niche area of the She-Ra fandom just made me lose it. I was accused of plagerism (not true. There was a misunderstanding with someone regarding idea-exchange and what I was allowed use in roleplays on a small roleplay discord. I did legit read things wrong, but it's not like I ganked someone's ideas for a publically available fanfic or was trying to "steal their characters" like they whined to everyone in the fandom about), but because anyone accuses of that, immedately everyone else will side with them and not even look further into it, I was suddenly losing friends - I freaked out, myself and got to harassing some people in a defensive snarl - and then some asshole had to take it off the discords and make it public, which meant I was shunned by an entire fandom and was basically told that I was human garbage and believed it. I did something untoward to myself and had a little hospital stay. The person who intervened to save my life was that now-deceased nephew. And so, I've just been going through hit after hit, some of it being hangover from "We all got crazy under Trump and under Trump's attempts to get back into power" and now... that's a thing again... I am also on Social Security / Disability and am worried about my future. I worked very hard to get it and it might go away. My partner was on the cusp of getting it until they raised the retirement age and who knows he might not get it. We might die freezing under a bridge, I don't know. There is always the question of "Well, now or later?" that looms in the mind. "Murdered by the State or go on my own terms?" I want to be brave like Vash and Rem, but they are fiction and I don't know if I am capable of their strength of heart. Thank you for talking to me.

[thoselethalarts]

𝕸𝖆𝖗𝖈𝖚𝖘 𝕿𝖔𝖒𝖋𝖔𝖗𝖉 - 𝕻𝖊𝖗𝖘𝖔𝖓𝖆𝖑 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖞

(R) School Uniform: “It Doesn’t Matter in the Long Run.”

(NRC: Homeroom Class 3-C)

Marcus: Snzz... snzzz...

Trein: ...Tomford. Tomford!

Marcus: Snzzz.... zzz.......

(Lucius leaps out from Trein's arms and bounds across the room, perching up on Marcus's desk.)

Lucius: Mrooaaarrrr.

(Lucius smacks his paw against Marcus's face)

Marcus: Snrk-! Wh-wha?

Trein: That's twice now you've fallen asleep in my class today, Tomford. I'll have a word with you after class about this. Now sit up and pay attention.

Marcus: O-Oh... Right. Sorry, sir. (yaaawn)

(Later...)

Trein: Marcus, this behavior of yours is completely unacceptable in an academic setting. Nearly every day I look over and see you asleep at your desk, and this has been a problem for the last three years. Trein: Your schoolwork is commendable, but it's clear in your writing that you're still struggling to grasp numerous core concepts, and it's no doubt in part due to your constant sleeping through my lectures. Trein: I do not want to report you for academic probation, but if this continues I will have no choice. Am I making myself clear?

Marcus: Yes- yes sir. You're being perfectly clear. Marcus: (Sigh) Look, I… I know it probably doesn't mean much to hear, but I really don't mean to keep falling asleep in your classes, I swear. Marcus: I have... problems. Specifically with nightmares.

Trein: Nightmares?

Marcus: Yeah. It sounds stupid, but that's all it is. Marcus: I've always had problems falling asleep at night but staying asleep is hard too because of the nightmares. I’ve been dealing with since I was really young. Marcus: I don't really get a lot of good sleep most days and it makes me so tired that I'll just... doze off wherever. I don't really have control over it.

Trein: Hm. You and one of my second years have similar sleeping problems, it seems. Trein: Though his case is a bit more obtuse... at least you have a known reason for your exhaustion. Trein: In any case, I still cannot simply allow you to use my class as a rest period. That is simply out of the question. Trein: Have you spoken to the nurse’s office about these complications? Perhaps they could arrange for you to get accommodations.

Marcus: Er- Well no, but I don't know that they'll-

Trein: Let me rephrase. Speaking to them is your only real option, Marcus. Trein: Your options here are either you take initiative to fix your sleeping conditions, request the accommodations needed for additional study time, or I'll have to file for your academic probation. Trein: As an instructor I can only do so much on my end. It’s up to you to get the help you need. I cannot be your guardian. Understood?

Marcus: ...Yes sir.

Trein: Good. You're dismissed. Trein: Should you take the time to visit the nurse I'll be looking forward to receiving your paperwork.

Marcus: Yes sir.

(Marcus leaves Trein's classroom and enters the main hall)

Marcus: ...Whatever. Outcome's gonna be the same no matter what I do cuz the cause is unavoidable.

(Footsteps approach Marcus from down the hall)

Matt: There ya are, Mark! Figured maybe you'd ran off t' the bathroom 'fore I got here. Matt: Where you been? I was wonderin’ what was keepin’ ya for so long.

Marcus: Yeah, Trein kept me after to chew me out for falling asleep in class. Again.

Matt: Again? Man, you'd think he'da given up on that by now. Matt: Sucks! Guess that means you're gonna have'ta start gettin' better ‘bout that, buddy.

Marcus: …...

Matt: …... (smiles)

Marcus: You're a jackass, you know that right?

Matt: Hmm?

Marcus: “You gotta get better ‘bout that, buddy~” Says the one that’s the cause of me having sleeping problems in the first place.

Matt: Whaaaat~? I have no idea what you’re talkin’ about~

Marcus: Uh huh. Suuuure you don’t. Marcus: Sigh... look, maybe we can tone it down a few notches at night from here on out? At least until we’re outta here and back home again? Marcus: I really don’t wanna get in trouble for something as stupid as falling asleep in class again. Like, I know it doesn’t matter in the long run but I’d at least like to try to be a good student while I’m here.

Matt: I dunno~ I guess I’ll consider it~

Marcus: I’d really appreciate it. Marcus: Ugh… what a miserable start to my day.

/ End

[redvioletarts]

Novel Loading Progress Bar Stickers & Notebooks to help you track your writing

[Image ID: five stickers displayed against a wooden textured background. Each says "Novel Loading" in hand lettering, alternating light and dark letters in the sticker color, above a blank progress bar with each quarter marked, and below that is written "Word Count Goal:", a blank space to fill in, and "K" as an abbreviation for one thousand. The stickers come in kelly green, violet purple, denim blue, rosy pink, and dark red. End ID.]

You know what sucks about writing? It's lonely, at least most of the time. Unless you've got a rabid AO3 or Patreon readership waiting for your next chapter, or a really dedicated writer's group, you end up spending a lot of time just plugging away at what looks to other people like basically the same task... all. the. time.

[Image ID: Mockup of a person sitting on a fluffy blanket, holding a pen and a pale blue notebook featuring the same Novel Loading artwork as the stickers above. They rest their wrists and the notebook on a coordinating blue fluffy pillow. End ID.]

"When are you going to finish that so I can read it?" your friends ask, inevitably when you're at that 75% mark and you hate every word you're putting down. You really don't have an answer.

Now you can get a sticker (for all you laptop and phone writers) or a notebook (for the longhand sentimentalists, or those who like keeping a writing journal specifically to write about their writing) that has a visual progress tracker right on the front, ready to be filled in with your favorite Sharpie.

Both come in five colors to match the vibe of your story--or enable you to track more than one story at once without mixing them up!

[Image IDs: First image shows a person sitting on a bench with a pencil and the pink version of the Novel Loading notebook. Second image shows the red version on a black desk surrounded by black and gold office supplies. End ID.]

We writers know progress on a novel isn't exactly linear--a thousand words near the beginning of the novel is usually way easier than a thousand words dragged sentence-by-sentence out of your brain as you're poring through your notes trying to tie everything together near the end. But who cares? Rip off the loading bar idea from the programmers--they're BSing it too!

Fun fact! Most of the loading bar graphics you see on computers are fake--they're just there to reassure you the computer hasn't frozen. But by gum do they make us feel better.

So slap a loading bar on your novel! Track your progress visually to keep yourself motivated, give your friends an opportunity to encourage you, and maybe meet some new writer buddies when you're sitting in a coffee shop with your laptop sporting one of these stickers.

Or get the perfect gift for your writer friend--because seriously, how do you buy for a writer? New notebooks, obviously. Yeah, they have about eighteen blank ones stuck in a box already and they mostly write on their laptop, but they still get really excited every time they get fresh paper. It's a writer thing.

(Yours truly once asked for loose-leaf binder paper for Christmas as a kid. No, my family never let me live this down.)

Both products ship out pretty quickly from my print partners. The stickers are nice splash-resistant vinyl ones, and the notebooks are hardback with a smooth matte finish that feels good in your hand.

Get the sticker here, and the notebook here!

[amazing-spiderling]

For the ask game: 5 14 16 31 49 50

Do you have any works where you refuse to reach a certain relationship landmark, for one reason or another?

Huh. This is kind of a strange question- I mean, I think when I start writing something, I have a pretty good idea of where I want things to end up. So if I'm not choosing to get to a certain "landmark" it's because it just wasn't right for the narrative, not because I'm choosing not to go "that far". I guess I don't often write about characters having children, either because it's not write for the story at the time/doesn't make sense, or I'm not interested in inventing some just for the sake of it. I don't have a problem with children and babies being in stories- I love to include Ellie in Spideypool stories when it makes sense, and I like the idea that Peter would be good with her.

Are there any relationship dynamics/tropes you want to write in the future, but haven't yet?

Ah, so- I have a little idea simmering in a pot. It's certainly one of those, "If no one else is gonna write it I guess I have to do it!" kind of things- that's *sort* of an enemies to lovers thing? More of a rivals to lovers thing, but also with plenty of misunderstanding and identity shenanigans, so there's plenty of familiar things for me to pla with as well.

Are there any relationship dynamics/tropes you enjoy reading about, but wouldn't want to write yourself? Vice versa?

To answer the latter question first, I don't really spend my time writing anything I wouldn't want to read. The closest I have come is writing fills for other people in events that are maybe not my setting/plot of choice, but it's still going to be tailored to my tastes, otherwise there's just no way it would get done. As far as tropes I like reading but wouldn't write? Hum. I don't mind a little bit of a sharper edge of cruelty/ adversarial nature in earlier chunks of a story that can get worked out as the story progresses, but I think I have a hard time channeling that myself, so I mostly worry it would fall flat. I dunno, I'm kind of a never say never person for this sort of thing.

Are there any songs that remind you of [clarified in DMs to be mattfoggy]? Are there any songs that remind them of each other?

I was kinda in my feels about "Heather" by Conan Gray while making a playlist a while back, which I think would be a decent pick if you were trying to make a mix about some serious pining, and it could probably go either way tbh. I have also been reading a lot of the older DD comics lately (80's ish I think?) where Matt is literally involved with a Heather, and Foggy and Natasha (yes, that Natasha) conspire to break them up. It all goes very poorly! Especially for poor Heather.

"I'll Still Have Me" is another song that hits me just right, and I think it's the kind of song that would have Foggy SOBBING during S3 (or y'know, any of those periods when Matt is faking his death or whatever.)

Everybody knows I'm upset, they don't even have to ask it They know I believed in us last week.

What's your favorite relationship dynamic that you've seen in another work of fiction? Has this influenced your writing at all?

I don't think I got terribly involved in shipping until, oh, college or maybe even a little after that. I consumed a lot of media that I think is popular for ships (Sailor Moon, read GO in high school, other various 90's anime, comic books) but I was always pretty content to accept whatever relationship was presented on screen or not really think about it much at all. But one of my long-time friends and I first bonded over X-Men and the buddy relationship between Wolverine and Nightcrawler, and a few years later he showed me the tanker chapter to Metal Gear Solid 2, telling me "I think you're going to like these two guys" because of my penchant for buddy bro relationships. At the time I was content to be like, "YEAH WHAT GOOD BROS" but obviously that didn't last. XD Since then, nearly all of my ships have followed the pattern of friends-to-lovers, and obviously that shows up a lot in my writing and art. (Although weirdly, while I totally GET Logan/Kurt as a ship, it just doesn't do anything for me.)

Free space! Brag on yourself! Advertise your writing! What are you most proud of recently?

Oh gosh. Well, I recently wrote a stupidly fluffy little fic for a friend called, "Keep It Simple" which is a very silly college MattFoggy story about Matt struggling to confess his feelings to Foggy while Foggy does everything he can to... help him confess. (It makes sense in context, I promise, haha.) That was a fun one to write, mostly because I got to come up with lots of silly things for Foggy to say, and I love getting to write about him being a good bro.

I'm also charging ahead with a co-writer to work on "Home's Around the Corner (It's a Long Way There)" and hopefully chapter 4 will be out before too long. (You know how it is with edits.) We only had a general idea of where we wanted the story to go when we started, but as we've written more, some interesting wrinkles and turns have cropped up and I'm having a good time with it. I think the end result will be pretty satisfying all around. :3

[aqqleshiqqing-archive]

Not sure if you've already answered this before but ! I haven't seen this question pop onto your blog yet so here i am asking! How did Tom and Jesse first meet? Was it a classic case of "Oh hey new neighbor!", or was it moreso "Hey Tom meet this rlly cool person I met :D"? And how did their ''confession'' play out? Like who confessed first, how did they do it, so on and so forth.

[Is this okay to ask ?? Like you can totally 100% disregard this ahah]

:000!!! HELLOOOO IM SO GLAD U ASKED HEHRHS I'M SO EXCITED I'm gonna put this on read more heheh it's very long :'D I'm gonna be so indulgent and cringe watch me

nobody actually asked me yet, until you!! SO THANK UUU EHEH I actually recently managed to come up with an idea so yES I do have a story for how they actually met!!! I had this discussed with my buddy so I'll copy paste that info here!! :DD

• jesse meets them at a yard/garage sale because edd and tom finally said "matt ur shit is clogging our house we're going to sell your stuff now"

• AS IF MATT COULD FIGHT BACK they eventually have a yard sale and while his stuff is being displayed outside matt tries to switch his items with tom and edd's items so that THEIR stuff would (hopefully) be sold instead

• jesse walks by their house and the first thing she hears is matt crying, and then the shitty drawn yard sale banner (courtesy of edd but it still looks horrible LMAO) but hey when there's stuff to sell why not go check it out

• so, she among some random people look at the stuff being sold.... half of the items are just any variation of matt's face... edd and tom attends to her because they're the ones hosting. edd greets her.

• "hello!! feel free to look around, let me know if- hEY — MATT STOP SWITCHING YOUR STUFF WITH MINE-" and then edd runs to matt and fights with him and she's left with tom

• it was, very quiet. he probably doesn't care enough to say smth damn but she tries to strike a convo.

"any good items you could reccomend?"

he looks back at her. "oh sure, yeah it's over there"

• she goes there and sees the checkered pattern bass on sale, its patched up but it looks pretty cool anyways. "how much is this, sir?"

"the prize is just there" he didn't look yet

"it looks pretty expensive for it just be sold like that.... it looks customized as well"

• and then tom realizes MATT PLACED HIS GUITAR ON THE STAND

• he runs to her and, forcibly grabs it away from her. after realizes his brash movement he quickly apologizes

• "i-uh. sorry. that's actually mine. that guy crying over there decided to switch my stuff with his because he didn't wanna ~lose his toy collection~" he was so salty in that last phrase, and crosses his arms

"you play the bass?" she asks

"oh, yeah. how did you know it was a bass?"

"i like music too, y'know? I'm not bland" she awkwardly cracks a joke, but her cute giggle was enough

• he laughs back, "I'm surprised you know that" he's a little impressed. pretty good first impression on her part

• after their short but nice exchange, she excuses herself to keep browsing some more items, tom still had his bass on his hand. he went back to his original spot but decided to observe her on his chair while he tried to strum his bass out of boredom. he thinks she's kinda cool after being able to differentiate an electric guitar with a bass

• she finds an item she likes and decides that she should buy it. she goes back to tom, who was still all by himself because matt and edd still be WRESTLING

• "id like to get this one!" she hands the item to him.

"oh, yeah sure."

• she nods, and pulls out her wallet. oh no, she's a few coins and money short uUH OH NO she panics

"oh. oh dear"

"huh?"

• "I, uh. I'm a little short on money" her anxiety got the better of her and she starts to try to look in her pockets if she had some spare while frantically rambling to herself

she was in awkward misery in his eyes, so he tries to save it

"wait, I can hold this item for you!" he tries to calm her. she pauses and looks back at him. "you can?"

• "i-i mean. yeah! me and my friend are running this, so why can't I make my own rules too?" not that he knows if this is even a possible rule in selling but since she seemed pretty sweet, he thought to make an excuse for her

• "oh, that's such a relief, thank you!!" she places her wallet back. "ill come back here tomorrow with the right money, I promise!!"

• "nah, it's all good. heck I've had it worse when my friend bought other stuff instead of nails when we tried to build something" he motions back at matt, behind him

• she notices matt, he's sitting and bound to the chair with ropes to keep him restrained from doing his shit again

"is he always like this?"

"don't mind it." tom tries to shift topic

• "since I'll be saving this item for you, can I get your name?" he grabs a random piece of paper and pen and hands it to her

• "ah, right. one moment!" she scribbles her name down. her handwriting is neat and pretty

•" 'jesse payton' nice. tom ridley by the way." he extends his hand to hers, and she responds by giving him a gentle handshake

• "it was nice seeing you! I'll be back tomorrow again!" she slowly backs up and waves a goodbye at him

he waves back at her, his guitar still in hand

"nice guitar by the way, you should take good care of it before it gets sold again!" she teased

"pfft. yeah that won't happen again!"

and there she left, he still watched her leave and then looked at the little paper

"you're pretty cool, jesse" (<333 UEUEUEUE CRYING)

edd comes back with a rope and scissors from trying to rope matt back. "did you sell anything?"

"no, but I did get a name and number"

edd frowns back at him. "that's not money"

"give me a break, edd"

ANDDD THATS HOW THEY METTT HEHE I still didn't figure out how they confessed, but tom most definitely fell in love first, and then she did much later. he also confessed first!!! 🥺🥺🥺🥺💓💓💓💞💞

[nochiquinn]

campaign 3 episode 17:

I am so tired, my kid's on half days this week and I'm not getting my usual nap because of it, I am a Disaster and if I fall asleep halfway through the episode no one is allowed to judge me

samuel

"in theatres! crazy things to say right now that don't make sense!" because there iS A PANDEMIC

wait I was muted was there vince mcmahon salt

it's so fuckin CUTE

"that is not child safe" "still going on my dog"

HEY IF YOU LIKE LAURA BAILEY SINGING YOU SHOULD CHECK OUT STRAY GODS BY SUMMERFALL GAMES

say Ariks Eshteross' Airship five times fast

oh no nightmare lights

"I bet it looks cool in the theaters"

put gem in mouth

"you should never have to run into the storm alone"

"what time is it" it's 3:01 am

"whichever way they bend"

I love the idea that orym sleeps like a cat

imogen gets halfway down the stairs and starts going into withdrawal

>waifish >dwarf

saM

marisha's dice redemption arc

"don't fuck with me matt mercer"

sldkfhs travis

I just need all of them to give up and share one room at all times

"I've been up for a little while just lookin atcha"

ashton and fcg <3

travis just hiding his face

"is he dead?!" "no, I just heard him screaming"

[smacks fcg with a newspaper every time he offers someone therapy unsolicited]

(I was gonna say spray with a water bottle but that might end badly)

"not GRAB it bc it will fall off"

"you can borrow my ears any time"

I love their little identify lens

🎶who can say if I've been changed for the better🎶

I KNEW IT addictive rock

put it in a cart with a bunch of bananas, that's how you test if it's evil

quietly references every other campaign

fearne you specifically know what swapping around a potentially evil object does

"I'm alive" "press x"

I would like to touch the crystal now matt

love the dichotomy between the players 👀 and the characters 🤷‍♀️

traVIS

"fuckin imogen"

chetney: fuckin imogen laudna: yes

(I don't go here I just can't pass up a setup like that)

"can you grow flowers whenever you want?" "🌷"

ashton

I don't like it

"I immediately start tracking fearne" dad friend orym

ashton either has so many regrets or is having the time of their life, it's impossible to tell

evon calling

did imogen's accent just get 400x stronger or is it just me

fcg: competish ashton: 😒

jiana hexum 🤝 veruca salt I want one now

fcg your self-sacrifice has to have an upper limit

chetney

oh. oh fuck.

ashley's face when the penny dropped

"should you bring a buddy? ....or a minder?"

"I know horses. I've eaten a few." well now we know how this campaign's horses are gonna die

not the shania twain

they did it, they broke eshteross

fearne he is eating

sam literally just telling the audience to fuck off for ten minutes

marisha trying to take sam out

persuade grandpa out of his biscottis

"why limit yourself to the player characters?"

someone do a religion check so I can get a bingo

ashton: we will stop percieving me immediately

orym using the hammer as a stepstool

samuel

is it like cabal's ruin where they're gonna build up charges and then unleash them all at once

oh no

that one scene from falcon and the winter soldier

someone mention marwa so I can get a bingo

"don't touch my stuff for three weeks"

I'm enjoying Silly Orym

mala: travis in any shopping scene with his wife: how can I be a Problem

laura starts playing star stables

roll for horse girl

bloodstorm

chetney: blood magic me: [whispers] maleficar

I love him

I put on my blood robe and blood wizard hat

TRAVIS

matt just scooting away

GET HIS ASS

mala: the dc for this is 1

"get your third character ready"

OH RIGHT there are people who suffered that in a group

aw man I apparently missed a cute video

LIGHTS

PLANTS

"I just got a little bit teary-eyed in my face"

aww imogen gets Quiet

"I got instantly itchy thinking about it" "yaaaaay that's called immersion"

"you've never ridden a horse?" "my sister in christ I basically am a horse"

orym straps himself to the back of one horse like a pelt in red dead

horse aesthetics. horsethetics.

this is becoming some oregon trail logistics

"natural 20! that means we fight a dragon."

"that is not a horse OR fearne"

the roast of sam reigel

"that's not a script it's just ad copy" "the script's on the monitors"

"oh for FUCK'S - "

Silly Orym has backfired

a RABBIT CALL

commit to the bit

do the watership down dying rabbit scream

orym you can't throw greens at it like a chocobo

orym's gonna get eaten by a t-rex

I lucid dream bc my brain gets mad when my dreams are poorly-written

ORYM

you're gonna get your fingers bit off

liam sees a gem and insists on stealing it from wherever it was

orym: I got you a rock

soul gem vs black soul gem

it's an opal, they will be hearing from my lawyers

sir floppers, rabbit, loonch, escargot, heart, and one-way

"he's foreign, don't worry about it

taliesin knows

"I don't like to get attached to things that are clearly going to die. like all of you."

"we only have five horses, how did we get six names!"

"if you take rabbit from me I'll kill you"

"your beau dice were talking shit about you yesterday" samuel

nooo I'm fading, I've been doing so well

they both get eaten

and them liam derails the whole game to talk to ashton for an hour

(this is not a complaint)

fcg goes to sleep and the fantasy kudzu overtakes him in the night

Birdie and Oleander

"sounds like a musical"

matt: you can attach it to a small item sam: I'M a small item!

sam doesn't watch the product

you can't touch the two silver millenium crystals to each other it'll blow up the planet

BUTTERFLIES

"everyone turns into sheep" when we first started the polycule my partner's wife insisted on calling it "polymorphism" which is in fact a WoW spell that turns you into a sheep

"you, fearne. you're special" cries

the way orym looks at fearne. just all the quiet, steady affection in the world.

the kind of person who says "you're special" and means it right down to his bones.

rolls to find fey gate, finds a dragon

midday loonch

bits of....edibles

ashton and fearne just spend the entire night trying to steal shit from each other

see I was joking but I knew it would probably happen

"you can always just ask. what do you want." "I want to not ask."

ashley 100% have left that last word off but she was never gonna

"this isn't how I started" excuse

oh ashton

is this how rock genasi work??

"I might try to steal it" "I would be very entertained"

RAIN

BACKSTORY

I've been avoiding earbuds but my roommate is awake for once and her keyboard is so LOUD and I wanna hear this

OH

HANGING TREE THEORY CONFIRM??

everybody at the table

laura: I wanna throw something at her

marisha's so proud of herself

"you're the happiest person in this bunch" "of course. the worst thing that's ever happened to me has already happened."

taliesin's eyes are about to pop out of his head

like he's VALID

sam's face

her whole everything about her right now. face. posture. voice. god I love marisha ray so much.

"they cut my ears to make them pointy" MARISHA

my automatic assumption is keyleth body bc it's marisha but dark hair means possibly vex

also being keyleth might be a little on the nose

3 am is my new favorite euphemism

taliesin just mouthed "we'll talk later motherfucker" at marisha

ohh the golden sunrise light before the green kicked on

I love everything about this set

(how excited do you think matt is to get to use all these new buttons)

MISTY JUNGLE RAIN

somewhere mica burton is threatening travis and taliesin's lives

travis that's how you break one of their stupid weaksauce finger legs

blue flower???

DORIAN

LIGHTNING FLOWER

CHROMATIC ROSE????

that's the COOLEST FUCKING NAME

what in the kurama

orym that's gay

ashley and laura missed campsite rolling bc ashley was putting a flower behind laura's ear

[whaps fcg with a newspaper]

ffs they're not even sitting next to each other anymore

ROLL FOR FREAKY FRIDAY

what if they get the permanent mind link that yasha thought she had with veth

did we unlock fcg's ptsd babygate??

oh the music

oh no mutual psychic damage

what in the return to witch mountain

nobody in this party knows how to take watch

"this is fine"

neither of them can see over a particularly large rock, is this wise

dragon

or gnolls?

(regular gnoll, regular gnoll)

the return of dbp

orym: I will pry everyone's backstory out of them with a crowbar

(I say "orym" like that's not just liam at all times)

"what's the moon for"

HUSBAND

"o....ohhh."

liam: I will pry MY OWN backstory out of me with a crowbar

time is soup

"you're so young" "so was he" oh that hurt

who had Orym's Husband Died In The Air Ashari Attack

(literally everyone)

chetney is all of us

hand of the tempest

"gray-black leather clad" somebody go scrub through all of campaign 2 and tell me what krynn assassins wear

"you're a rare one; I actually believe you"

fearne knows!

dorian knows!!!

do the rest of the crownkeepers know??

I have to imagine they do

BIG MOON LITTLE MOON

I'm gonna DIE

"it's just raining"

(something something ruidius something cursed life)

eMOtional DAmage

in the dark of the niiiiight

willothwisp

taliesin

fable pixie laugh noises

"can you scare it off" "it's from the feywild, it might not be scared of me!" ".....maybe it'll think you're hot"

hey, listen!

dear fairies we are sleeping

ashton no

give it a shiny

it's definitely going to eat them

"don't OFFER"

"this is not an eatable face"

"why am I sounding old"

"fearne'll get weird" GET weird?

it's gonna fly at laudna's face and that's where matt's gonna call it

you just called it a slur in morse code

twitch I'll fight you

ashton playing with pate

DETECT THOUGHTS THE FAIRY that can only go well

"you're making a fairy house? like my daughter?"

"I made it a fairy tent out of sleeves"

"same grill"

"it's gonna crawl into your nostril" goa'uld fairy

liam what in shit was that laugh

fearne: fucking flying rats

"the pizza rats of the feywild"

FAIRY CRY

WILLOTHWISP

willotheanglerfish

"it was a BUTTON I was gonna PRESS IT"

"I hadn't pushed a button all day"

"I would wander into a dark forest for a flying gummy bear"

I am the last person to realize campaign 3 episode 17 was on 3/17

[gabrieldrawsstuff]

Aight fellas, I'm doing a list of canon descriptions of dw characters for future reference, might do a second part with more minor characters

SPOILER ALERT OBV

STRANGER

-THE JOURNAL : "Somehow I'm wearing a coat, so I must've changed my clothes on my way here. I don't recognize myself anymore. I can barely hold this pencil. Has my body changed?"

-DOCTOR : "I see you haven't regained your speech. You need to find another doctor."

-SNAIL : "Your face... What happened to you?

The snail's jaw falls so low, it almost detaches itself from the rest of the body.

You scared me... You barely resemble a human... You should cover yourself..."

SNAIL : "You're so ugly, I feel like puking... You barely resemble a human being..."

THE CRIPPLE : "You, lad. You've got your hands and legs. Strong arms. I beg you!"

MAMA ELEPHANT : "Can't you speak? Did someone take away your voice?"

MAMA ELEPHANT : "Your gob looks like that because of this fiendish air, do you know? I bet you can't speak, because you didn't keep your mouth shut when walking through the woods."

MAMA ELEPHANT : "(...) I know you want something, you leper demon."

MUSHROOM GRANNY : "(...) But you're young and strong."

CHICKEN LADY : "Whaddaya need, poor soul? Hungry, eh? I'd give ya some stew, but what good will it do?"

(I think in polish version it was closer to 'how will you eat it' although I can't be sure)

MIRROR : "You are one ugly bastard. I guess you got what you deserved."

MUSICIAN : "This is our doctor, yes? He is just as brave and good as you are!"

MUSICIAN : "You're not af-fraid of anything!"

WOLFMAN : "Even from afar I can smell your putrid stench. Be glad I don't have an appetite for carcasses, Meat"

WOLFMAN : (after the church dream sequence) "Meat, what's with the big eyes? Hehe... Scared?"

WOLFMAN : (when you nod to a question if you're making a joke of him) "You're a brave piece of meat... and what's more important, one with a sense of humor. 

WOLFMAN : "Are you pretending to be human, or are you just cracking jokes?"

WOLFMAN : "You look tired, Meat. Busy night?"

WOLFMAN : "Have fun, Meat... Just remember to hide that disaster of a face or it's no dancing for you"

WOLFMAN : (when you spare the sow) "My heart sings with joy when I see such selfless kindness. Tell me the truth, Meat. It was you, wasn't it?"

vvvvv

TRADER

-A man, roughly my size, is standing before me.

I can barely make out his disturbingly familiar features through the matte visor of his helmet...

The massive helmet is covered with an old sack and seems to be an integral part of the unnaturally pale body.

-The man reaches out to me with his black hand. It's covered in charcoal... There's something written on his worn, woolen glove.

-Visibly struggling, the man drops the sack from his back and bends in half, as if out of breath. He shakes the dust off his clothes, then rolls up the sleeve of his, seemingly too small, jacket. 

-The old sack covering his body slides down, revealing his chest, covered in horrid growths. It is fused with a porous helmet, pulsating to the rhythm of his breath.

vvvvv

WOLFMAN

THE JOURNAL: "If I'm not delusional, the man whom I met... had the head of a wolf."

FIRST ENCOUNTER: The figure hides its face under the hood. It smells of wet soil and fur.

WOLFMAN: "(...)I barely believe my beautiful eyes... (...) The Wolf smiles, revealing a row of sharp teeth.

AT BARN RUINS: The Wolf makes a quick leap and, bouncing against me with his swollen belly, he puts his paws on my shoulders. He ostentatiously licks his face. (...)

-I notice fresh bloodstains on his fur and feel streaks of his saliva dripping onto my coat. 

-The Wolf takes two steps back. I can only see a row of filthy, sharp teeth underneath his hood.

-The Wolf squeezes my arms and starts licking my face. Once from the left side, once from the right side. (...) His breath stinks of rot.

WOLFMAN: "Thanks to you I feel fulfilled! I got my girl, my sweet little lady back."

-Suddenly the Wolf sends me back with a powerful push and reaches into his coat pocket.

WOLFMAN: "(...) and then nothing wil keep you from getting the fuck out of my part of the woods! Do you get me, Meat? You will pack your bags, dive into that stinking hole of yours and dissa-fucking-pear!"

-Finally he snorts, his thick, yellow spit landing on the photo.

-The Wolf grabs the box and starts sniffing it from every angle. I could swear I've heard his tail moving under his coat.

WOLFMAN: "And what am I supposed to do with it? Bite it until it opens? Your brain must be rotting if you think I will break my fangs for this shit."

WOLFMAN: "An electronic game, eh? About a wolf stealing chicken eggs... hehehe. Good one!I've a soft spot for games, how about you?"

-As I produce the key, the Wolf's pupils widen with excitement.

WOLFMAN: (about villagers) "Those selfish, deceitful wretches! They think they're superior, because they have human gobs. They treat us like lepers! But you know what? Fuck them. We're buddies, aren't we? And them? They deserve to be punished, Meat..."

-The Wolf pierces me with his look and grins. A string of saliva lands on his hole-riddled jacket.

-The Wolf puts his paw on me. I can feel his claws puncturing my skin.

WOLFMAN: (about piotrek) "Meat! Fucking hell, seen that? Hahaha! Seen that? Hahaha! Off he flew, didn't he? OFF HE FUCKED!!! Hahahaha!"

WOLFMAN: "If you wish to spend some more quality time basking in the striking, yet natural beauty of my features before you head off to the Silent Forest, you will find me in my camp in the Dry Meadow."

vvvvv

DOCTOR

THE JOURNAL: "What I do know is that the insane fucker took my key. My only chance to get out of the woods. He also tore out all the pages from my journal."

THE JOURNAL: "The doctor has escaped. So be it. He would only be a hindrance anyway."

CHICKEN LADY: "My sisters! Where did ya find it? It's all that godless quack's fault - devil brought him! All he did was prescribe this and that, scribble this no-good drivel! To hell with them papers!"

-I can feel the doctor's cold hand grab me by the jaw, (...)

-He removes his dirty glasses with a trembling hand and freezes.

DOCTOR: "First they begged for help, now I need to hide from them! I'm just an ordinary doctor! How the fuck was I supposed to help them?! How?!"

-With shaking hands, he reaches for the cigarrete butt between his yellow teeth.

DOCTOR: "I used to come here to treat people. I pulled out kids' milk teeth, delivered babies... (...) Last time I came here was three or four years ago. Then the trees blocked the path."

-The Doctor is visibly pleased with himself and his theory. His hands are no longer trembling. He produces a hand-rolled cigarette and lights it.

DOCTOR: "(...) I have no idea where it leads. I'm a shitty diver. (...)"

-The Doctor stares right into my eyes. Mud drips from his face. He hasn't blinked in over a minute.

- (...)His glasses are so dirty, I barely see the eyes hiding underneath.

-A chunk of mud falls down on his exposed tongue. He chews it slowly and swallows with satisfaction.

-The Doctor puts the muddy hand into his mouth, grimaces and pulls out a yellow tooth. He puts it into the pocket of his torn trousers. The tooth falls through a hole. He does not notice this...

-Slowly he bends down and grabs a thick branch from the ground. He starts biting the bark off of it. He swallows the bark with an effort, but also great satisfaction. He places the stick among other ones sticking out of his mud-covered head.

WOLFMAN: "Well, well. I know this quack. A nonentity, a third-rate witch doctor. Useless fucking clunker... But he still managed to screw you over with that key. Eh, comrade?"

MUSICIAN: "This is our doctor, yes? He is just as brave and good as you are! He helped me. He is helping all of us! He gave me this beautiful mask, so I could be healed of my afllictions. Maybe you could have one too..."

vvvvv

vvvvv

MUSICIAN

THE JOURNAL: "I met a boy in the village. He told me that the "Chicken Lady" keeps the "Pretty Lady" locked in her house. The boy really wants to see her, but the old woman won't allow it."

THE JOURNAL: "I decided to give the key to Chicken Lady's room to the little boy. He thanked me and asked me to bring him his mom's violin (it's hidden behind the wardrobe). He's afraid to go himself, as his parents are supposedly angry with him."

THE JOURNAL: "The boy sure was happy to see the new violin. (...)The kid also told me I should visit him in his parent's home someday."

CHICKEN LADY: (after musician's death) "Maybe it's just that me ears are getting worse, but it's been a while since I've heard that monster outside me windows..."

CHICKEN LADY: "Holy Mother, this creep again! May the devil take him and his blasted violin!"

MUSICIAN: "The Pretty Lady? S-she's... the most beautiful lady in the w-world! I w-watch her through the cracks in the window. S-she ch-changes when I watch her... g-gets more beautiful. I p-play for her... I want her to be h-happy..."

MUSICIAN: "I fished out the Pretty Lady's w-wreath from the river! (...)Oh yes, I will become the Pretty L-lady's husband! We w-will walk hand in hand, s-sir. I will play for her, mister s-sir."

-A skinny little hand emerges from beneath the tractor and grabs me by the ankle.

MUSICIAN: "They will not l-listen to me, they w-won't hear how sad I am, sir..."

-One of the strings securing his mask falls off, together with his ear. The boy reattaches it as if nothing happened.

MUSICIAN: "My m-mom has this beautiful violin! I would ask her to b-borrow it to me, but she's too angry with me... Could you p-please c-convince her to b-borrow it to me? I'll g-give you a card with drawings for her. To apologize."

-The boy turns the game in his hand for a while, but he can't find a way to reach the buttons with his overgrown fingers. The game slips out of his hand and drops to the ground. The wannabe musician freezes.

MUSICIAN: "(...) maybe you could take a wee piece of... m-meat for me? I've never eaten a pig and I've h-heard it's very tasty! W-would you take s-some for me?"

-The boy sniffles and rubs the mask with his deformed hand.

-From beneath the mask you can hear a horribly distorted, resounding voice... of a child?

-The figure tries to turn its head, but its enormous neck makes this task impossible to complete.

MUSICIAN: "P-please let me stay. P-please, don't chase me off. I've got nowhere to... go. The villagers don't a-a-allow me to live in the camp. I p-p-promise I won't p-play anymore! I'll be quiet. You can c-cover me with something, if you don't w-want to look at m-me..."

MUSICIAN: (after gifting you a rat) "(...) I mean, she jumped on my hand and s-started nibbling on my f-finger! I quickly clasped my h-hand and b-bit through its neck!"

-The corners of the boy's mouth turn up in a grotesque smile, exposing rows of overgrown teeth, which even his mask couldn't hide.

-The boy clumsily grabs the ball in his hand. He carefully hides it under his legs, so that it doesn't roll away.

MUSICIAN: "S-sorry! I didn't want to! T-this thing is coming out of m-my body. I... I tried to stop it, but I don't think I can... N-now the whole room is covered with... this. I didn't want to make a mess, I s-swear! Please, don't t-throw me a-away!"

-The boy leans over the violin lying next to his overgrown left hand. He plucks one of the strings with his right hand, clumsily trying to keep the rhythm.

MUSICIAN: "Recently, I've grown quite a bit. My mom always used to say that I need to be b-big and s-strong... to help her out in the field..."

The boy tries to hug his frail knees with the disproportionately massive torso.

"But I... I don't want to be big anymore. It's v-very hard being big. You need to be so... so strong! To even walk.Now my v-violin is... too s-small for me!"

vvvvv

vvvvv

[the-queer-demon]

Jesus fucking Christ. Did- did you write an entire fucking essay? How much do you have to hate trans people to put that much effort into this?

Anyway.

1. I find it hilarious that you treat those tweets like actual fact that the entire trans community believes instead of jokes trans people are making in the face of all the transphobia and death threats they get about "biological sex" online.

2. That video was clipped and posted by a transphobic account so it's not exactly biased. The man in the video, however, is Nicholas Matte, and he's an actual expert on this stuff. He even teaches it in school. (I'd tell you to research this on your own, but we both know you're not going to put effort into proving yourself wrong.)

3. The articles were (you guessed it!) also from transphobic sources, and they yet again twist what's actually being said. The point these people are trying to make isn't that biological sex doesn't exist, but that it's much more complicated than the male/female idea you want to hold onto so much. Not even counting transgender people, sex is made up of genes and chromosomes and lots of complicated cellular stuff that's not always right. Take intersex people, for instance. You're not actually arguing science, you're just using old and outdated facts as an excuse to hate trans people.

4. Just. All of that is wrong. Going through hormone therapy and using gendered language on yourself isn't pretending to be cis, it's just what some trans people like to do. Once again, it's just words. It's not a crime to use words that you think fit you, regardless of your sex. You're the one who's assuming cis women own the idea of being female. (Also, it's very telling how silent you've stayed on trans men in this scenario.)

5. I don't know how to explain to you that a trans woman wanting to have sex doesn't mean she's a rapist.

6. I'm not going to comment on this one because it's very clear that your idea of how trans people look come from stereotypes and transphobic ideas instead of actual fact. (Though I will say that not all trans people have to pass as their preferred gender and that's completely okay)

7. You seem to be once again making the assumption that all trans people are asking you to lie about who they "really are." It's just words, buddy. It's the equivalent of asking somebody to use a nickname. You're the one who's making such a big deal about it.

8. Once again, they are children who are trying out words. They're learning new things and trying to find labels that fit them. I'm sure you and many other radfems can relate to that. Just because the names and pronouns they're using are different doesn't mean they're bad. I am 100% for letting children use the pronouns they want to use, regardless of how weird you think they are.

9. Oh no, it's almost like refusing to treat people with basic respect is bad! And refusing to give respect to specific types of people is something I like to call discrimination. Which is a human rights violation and can, in fact, get you fired. Also, you seem to be under the assumption that every organization is forcing you to respect trans people. Unfortunately, that's far from the truth. There are so many places where being trans can get you killed, much less respected.

I'm not sure where you got the idea that all trans people are these mentally unstable rapists who want to impose on "real" women or whatever, but it's wrong. All we want is to exist and be respected, both legally and socially. If you can't do that then that's your problem, not mine

If everything is transphobic maybe it’s because trans ideology is a contradiction to fundamental aspects of reality

[tokyotheglaive]

my buddy my pal. i'm sorry to bug you but i'm having a v difficult night and i understand you're looking for prompts. can i trouble you for a robot fluff if you've got it in you? as many or few children as you'd like to include. just something fluffy. thanks

@cosleia who requested Kipper at the beach ages and ages ago. At the time I couldn’t come up with anything that wasn’t the absolute angstiest of the angst, but this did the trick.)

“So,” Nico said, sipping something violently pink as he leaned against the wooden railing.

So. A loaded word. Matt watched him out of the corner of his eye, fighting the instinct to shy away. Nico was standing too close, and it was hot in the heat of the sun. Ahead of the pair of them, the beach extended out to the ocean, where good-sized waves rolled and swayed. Matt might have thought they indicated a storm if the sky hadn’t been perfectly clear. Their beach day was safe from inclement weather.

He could see Kipper down by the shore, dancing and swinging his arms merrily in the spray. He’d gone in much deeper earlier, and Linus had nearly thrown himself into the water after him, terrified that he’d drown.

Matt could see Linus, too, lounging under a beach umbrella, slathered with sunscreen and miserable in the heat. Getting Linus to come with them had been no small miracle, one of those things that only Kipper could rightly pull off. Try though Linus did to put on a sour face, in these moments when he thought no one was looking, he seemed relaxed, even happy. Matt hadn’t seen him this pleased or loose-limbed in quite some time.

Nico was waiting for him. Matt was stalling.

“So,” he said finally.

Nico took another long sip of his drink. Matt didn’t think it was alcoholic, but then again, maybe it was. It was certainly sweet. Matt could smell the sugar almost as clearly as he could hear the clink of the ice.

“Have you ever been to the beach before?” Nico asked.

Matt frowned as he looked back to the shoreline. There was Kipper. Matt was worried to look away from him. For some reason, Nico seemed to be deliberately not looking, and that was all the more worrisome.

“Yeah,” Matt said. “Years ago. We’d come down in the spring.”

Nico nodded and said, “Water’s cold then.”

“Yeah,” Matt said again. “It was. Everything’d be closed and you’d get those odd squalls but we swam anyway.” He pushed back from the railing, intending to escape wherever this conversation was going. He’d go to Linus—he should have stayed with Linus, but Linus had told him to quit bothering him and go for a walk, and he had even though he’d known that it was Linus’ attempt to keep Matt from sticking by his side for the duration of the trip. He was always worried Matt would feel obligated to stay, as if he would suddenly stop wanting to.

“Matt,” Nico said, voice stern. “I need to talk to you.”

Damn. There went his escape plan.

“Yeah?” Matt asked.

Nico shifted his weight, his joints creaking. Matt instinctively glanced around them, but no one paid them the slightest bit of attention. That was the beauty of a crowd; no one looked too hard, and no one asked any questions. The most attention they’d got was from a six-year-old kid who’d fallen in love with Kipper’s hair shortly after they arrived. Kipper had played with the kid for over an hour before the child’s parents decided it was time for ice cream, and perhaps another drink.

“It’s about Kipper.”

Linus wasn’t looking for Matt. He wasn’t. Matt had gone for a walk, just like Linus had asked him to do. He was going for a walk, and then he was going to come back.

Linus sank his toes into the sand and breathed deeply. He—he didn’t believe what he was thinking, but he did, and wasn’t that strange? He felt good. Matt could not come back—there was the possibility—but was it really a possibility? Would he really just leave? Linus wasn’t worth coming back to, but would that be enough to keep Matt away?

He wanted to laugh, or maybe get himself checked out for sunstroke. Instead, he continued to lay under the umbrella, lazily scanning the beach. He could see Kipper, which helped, and Kipper looked happy, which helped more. After the incident earlier where Kipper nearly drowned, Linus insisted he stay closer to the shore, and Kipper seemed to agree. Linus liked when things went his way. For a day he hadn’t planned on having, today was working out remarkably in his favor.

He sipped at his water bottle—brought from home, packed by Matt before Linus even had to ask—and lay his head back. It was blessedly warm, even under the umbrella, and while no part of him stuck out, he imagined he could feel the sun on him, warming him from the inside out. He didn’t know how he’d write about this on his blog—his few followers might think that he’d gotten himself a ghostwriter.

Let them, he thought. He was having a good day. When was the last time that had happened by itself, without Matt to orchestrate it?

(Or Kipper, he admitted. Kipper was oddly good at that, and getting better every day.)

The crash of the waves against the beach lulled him, and against all odds, Linus thought he might fall asleep. He fought it, if only because he wanted to be awake when Matt returned, or if Kipper ventured farther into the water than was safe for his level of swimming expertise.

Maybe Linus could teach him. It had been years, but something was better than nothing, right? Linus could teach him how to float, at least. Humans were good at that sort of thing, and he vaguely remembered something about not being able to unlearn things like that. Maybe that was just bicycles, but Linus had never learned how to ride one in the first place.

Crash and recede, crash and recede… The sea drew itself up and forward and back in a constant cycle, and Linus’ thoughts were rising and falling to match it. Don’t sleep, sleep, don’t sleep, sleep…

A curse followed by a thud startled him, and Linus’ eyes swept open. Matt now sat beside him, a scowl on his face as he glanced over his shoulder to the boardwalk.

“What happened?” Linus demanded, good mood evaporating.

Matt’s gaze snapped to him, and his scowl softened until it disappeared entirely.

“Nicholas Finch,” Matt said, straightening out a towel so he could lay beside Linus, “is a dick.”

Linus could only stare. Matt, calling someone…?

“I told him,” Matt said, “I told him, he’s got to stop fixating on this, but he’s had one too many I guess and he just wouldn’t stop.”

“What did he do?” Linus asked, shaking with fear and rage and what had Nicholas said to Matt to make him this upset?

“He’s afraid for Kipper,” Matt said, running a hand through his hair. “He thinks that he’s not good for him, that he’s going to do damage. He asked if we’d look after Kipper when he’s gone.”

Linus could only stare for a moment. The reaction that belatedly followed was hardly appropriate: he began to laugh.

“What?” Matt asked.

“I thought,” Linus spluttered, “I thought—he didn’t—”

Matt looked horribly confused, and if Linus could stop laughing, he’d be able to explain. Slowly, he began to pull himself together.

“Are you feeling all right?” Matt asked, reaching out. He stopped short, and Linus took his hand.

“Wonderful. Superlative,” Linus said. “This was a great idea.”

“I’ll tell Kipper,” Matt said uncertainly.

“I’ll tell him myself. I’m just glad, that’s all.” Matt was clearly waiting for an explanation, and Linus took in a deep breath to displace the rest of the laughter from his lungs. “I thought he was hitting on you,” Linus said. “I thought you were going to tell me that he didn’t take no for an answer.”

Matt’s eyes were wide as saucers. “He—no, no, not at all,” he said. Linus watched as Matt moved closer so that they were hip to hip and shoulder to shoulder. Linus nudged him to tell him it was okay.

“What did you tell him?” Linus asked.

“Hm?”

“About Kipper,” Linus said.

“I told him he was being an ass,” Matt said.

“Those exact words?”

“No, but under no uncertain terms.”

Linus exhaled.

“I know how he feels,” he said.

“You—what?”

Linus frowned and sat up. “I feel like I’m using you, half the time,” he said. “You—you came back. You always come back.”

“Of course. I love you,” Matt said. “You come back to the people you love.”

“I knew you’d come back today,” Linus admitted, “and I thought—I thought maybe that was bad.”

“That I’d come back?” Matt asked, voice neutral—careful, Linus thought. Matt was always so careful.

“No, that I expected you to,” Linus said. “I felt good in the certainty that you would but I was afraid that meant that I’d finally finished the act—tricking you and tricking myself.”

“You haven’t tricked anyone,” Matt said. “I love you as you, in spite of nothing and because of everything. You are…” he looked up and down, then said, “you are perfect to me.”

Linus smiled.

“Kipper would say the same about Nicholas, don’t you think?” he said. Matt didn’t respond. Kipper was making his way up the beach, now, looking for their umbrella. He had a bunch of shells in his arms and sand all over his legs and he looked fit to combust with joy. “Is that love, or have we programmed you to give us that response?”

“No,” Matt said. “You haven’t.”

Linus shrugged. “There’s no way for us to know,” he said, “Nicholas and I. We’re damaged people with perfect partners. It doesn’t seem real.”

“You’re not damaged.”

Linus frowned. Kipper was drawing closer.

“Nicholas is, though,” he murmured. Matt squeezed his hand.

“I’m not going to let him run away from Kipper, if that’s what you’re worried about,” Matt said.

“I’m not,” Linus replied. “Kipper’s far more possessive than I am. He’d follow Nicholas to the ends of the earth of that’s what it took.”

Matt squeezed back, unable to say anything else as Kipper drew up, eyes bright.

“Look!” he squealed, just a little too loud. “They’re all so pretty!”

[rokhal]

Even more Punisher recs! Still complete, read, and enjoyed only.

Now including ships: Fratt, Liebastle, Bunk Buddies, and, of course, Kastle.

First, Castle/Lieberman. The closest ship to canon.

     Cold Steel      by     Saud      1k David Lieberman POV of that time he showed the Punisher his dick.

     Hungry Hearts      by     trinityofone        for judgebunnie        1k Continuing immediately from that time David Lieberman showed the Punisher his dick.

Punisher/Daredevil, or Fratt (best ship name ever).

 See the previous post, for 31k of Matt/Frank/Maria (back from the dead)      Whose Poems Sewed You Shut      by        vibishan                

Frank Castle / Billy Russo, turning figurative adultery into actual adultery (and also startlingly plausible in canon)

     Dress Uniform Blues      by    Wheat From Chaff (wheatfromchaff)    13k Billy and Frank attend a general's retirement party. They retreat to their room to get stoned and Billy decides to put on a little show. (Costarring Billy’s emotional trauma).

Kastle: Karen Page / Frank Castle. The ship that even the actors ship. Currently draws the greatest tonnage in the fleet.

     Calla Lilies      by     Ellerigby13       2.5k Karen is flabbergasted when Frank texts her to meet at the Central Park Zoo.  She's not sure whether he's lost his mind, they're tailing a target, or if this is his twisted idea of asking her on a date.

     and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart      by     nagia        for captainkilly     11k Practical Magic AU. Creepy. Horrifying. Sweet.

     but someone must be the wall and someone the shoulder that shakes its foundation apart      by     mcmotzkin    5k a what if with punisher!Karen and reporter!Frank.

     After All Not So Alone      by      StellarRequiem   4k Frank and Karen find each other on Christmas Eve, following the events of The Punisher.

     Best Revenge Is Your Paper      by   laiqualaurelote     16k Brilliant. Great writing, genuinely funny. Karen kicks ass as a reporter. Would read again. "Karen." It's Bob, the night copy-editor.  "Why haven't you been answering my calls?" "Someone tried to kill me. Now I'm half-dead in a ditch." "Right," says Bob, unimpressed.  "You've got queries in your story.  Plug them, please." "Want me to shoot him?" inquires Frank. "Jesus!" shouts Karen.  "Do not shoot the copy-editors for doing their jobs, Frank!"

     Pax      by      Magical_Destiny       3k Karen sees the tape of Frank getting tortured by Rawlins.

     The Agony I'd Rather Know      by      myhomeistheshire      7k AU where you experience the same injuries as your soulmate. (or, Karen has a hard time in life.)

   We Caught a Glimpse of Heaven Once    by    StellarRequiem   37k and counting The Punisher becomes a Ghost Rider. Now instead of just being possessed by a spirit of vengeance, Frank is literally possessed by an actual Spirit of Vengeance. It is overkill of the grandest type. Oh, and Karen Page is determined to save his soul, this time literally. (I’d give her better odds against the Vengeance Spirit than against Frank’s actual inner demons, tbh.) This series is brilliant and white-knuckled and I love it. But unlike all the other selections, it is in progress.

Oh, and everybody loves a Highschool AU.

     Hell's Kitchen High: The Case of Chelsea Blancher      by   Entropyrose        for dragonspell      3k Three days after a college student is found dead on the floor of her sorority house, seventeen-year-old Junior Detective Matt Murdock is on the case! He has a hunch about the guilt of the last person she was seen with---the notorious 22-year old Frank Castle.

Fic Recs: Punisher

When I look for fanfic I go hard! Look at my bounty after trawling AO3. More to come later.

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[nochiquinn]

campaign 2 episode 3: the full wizard experience

"show us your mouuuuuth hoooooles"

laura and sam's dice fucking each other over is on brand, honestly

this is starting well

the way these are lit always makes me think they're in front of a green screen even though I know they're not

that whole attack description was in vax voice

"MAKE UP FOR OUR SHORTCOMINGS TALIESIN"

dervish entity

"doesn't make me trust you any more. kinda less, actually."

discord: blood mollydict

he's so shocked

jester is me

hearing them still trying to settle into the voices is great

except travis sounds like a prospector right now

CLICKERS

"I'LL FIGHT YOU IN THE ANUS" travis what

MOLLY DOWN MOLLY DOWN

REZ CANTRIP

"she has a pastry kit"

"I'm THE cleric?!"

"there's no vanilla extract or sprinkles"

throw it in the lake

I'm so glad travis is smart now

hellfart

laura is so fucking cute

no. travis no.

I love taliesin's shirt

"you hop on your mustang" "shelby" traVIS NO

"this is definitely not going to backfire let's go"

"I arrange the bodies like they were having a romantic tryst" me playing skyrim

"she's all about shady shit"

I am very attached to the way caleb says beau's name.

okay I'm a big nerd BUT with the size of that thing and how far it jumps wouldn't it have like. ditches for footprints? just huge impressions where it shoved its weight off?

if you've been awake for less than two hours it's still morning

is this like grog hiding money in the bag of holding

"I shove the book down near my dick where she won't want to go after it" "I'm not afraid of dicks."

"she's not your sister anymore"

can. can jester not read?

"CALEEEEB we're BORED, tell us a STORY"

travis' FACE

"so it's all in the delivery of the seamen, is what you're saying"

"I mosey away"

I have a vague idea that jester can't read. or at least not well.

also laura's hair is really cute

make a roll to metagame

rocks fall from the sky, land only on caleb somehow

"she's eaten him twice"

real friends crowdfund your wizardry

they killed matt game's over

"you look like a princess" GUYS YOU CAN'T DATE IN EVERY GAME

"there's that bullshit again"

"can he tell who did it?" "no" "that's wonderful"

"you can't make me vax again, it won't work"

"playdoh! we've got playdoh!"

caleb, the Smelly Alchemist

I want that in my hair so baaaaad but I can't braaaaid

(I have basically beau's exact hairstyle)

"that's SO offensive"

"fucking anime actors" okay GAARA

"then why were you with the carnival?!" "because I'm WEIRD"

"AS AM I" five people at once: uhhhhhhhhh

"it's a nordic seven"

fuck that guard in particular

me going grocery shopping for my parents

NOAH matt no

"no aerator?"  my favorite running joke

marisha's angry noises at her roll

what did sam SAY

tbf nighttime is the only time I would go to the beach

travis' choked little "kentucky"

mirelurks

NERDS

beau startled the witch!

at 12:45 matt really

"that's why we're holding hands?" like you need a reason

DON'T YOU GASLIGHT THAT BABY

light!

CHILDREN AND OLD PEOPLE

"if I move I am dicked"

el toad from hell-o

travis is so happy about having a spell dc

twice in one episode!

"you're a bard? what the fuck?"

I know I've said this before but if the roll matches the AC then it shouldn't count as a hit. it matched the armor class. the armor is performing as intended.

cool clerics don't look at explosions

"I cover caleb's body with mine" I'm not crying you're crying

marisha and travis are becoming my favorite table buddies

he fires it out of the pommel that's so fucking cool

blubberous

IMPS FALL EVERYONE DIES

"GIT"

matt stop fondling talisen's snitch

beau knocks the girl back out

"there's a convention around the imp right now"

caleb, waking up to nott's rescue breaths: put me back

I have three different molly-based emotions right now

1. "thank you, you did the right thing"

2. protecting toya

3. like he's holding a baby

jester don't give nott a panic attack

I can't wait for them to drag the fucking dead fiend back to that poor guy's boat

CUTES

marisha's face at being denied a level up