#remake later hopefully

[bluelem0ns]

LOVE YOUR DRAWINGS 🤍

Bellow with Pink interacting with her as their daughter.. something sweet (can’t take more pain w/ those three)

THANK YOU!!

ive always wondered how this conversation went

[dekusleftsock]

I think that there’s a fundamental misunderstanding of what exactly is…happening with Izuku’s character. Specifically in regards to chapter 425.

I’m glad that a lot more people generally recognize that Izuku is not a character that can be read at a surface level, given that he’s both a repressed person with built up emotion of basically everything and also a very glaringly HUGELY unreliable narrator, but that doesn’t necessarily mean I agree with the ways I’ve seen this most recent chapter spoken about.

I see posts, comments, etc with ideas like “Izuku don’t suppress your emotions! Open up with people! It’ll be okay I promise!” When that’s fundamentally not what is happening here.

There’s always always ALWAYS been a distinct difference in character throughout horikoshi’s writing when he is showing that a character is:

A—Avoiding emotions, thoughts, ideas less than ideal for them. Not opening up when they probably should about their problems given that they’ve been handed the space to do so. Just genuinely not acknowledging, feeling, or expressing emotions that they don’t want.

B—Reflecting on the ways they feel about the world, themselves, or other people given their new perspective on a situation. Not outright reaching out to others to talk about these problems/feelings, but instead waiting until the moment they feel they have the most confidence to do so with their new outlook on their own life.

And genuinely, guys, to grab your BkDk attention rn, this is the exact reason why Ochako’s reflection on her feelings for Izuku and thereafter decision to pull away from them WAS NEVER GOING TO END IN OCHAKO EXPLODING WITH HER LOVE FOR HIM.

This was another common interpretation I saw of Ochako and Izuocha for a long time. That because she pushed these feelings away, they were somehow going to explode in this unbelievable way and she would “get the boy” because of it. That her arc would surround accepting her romantic feelings and that she can’t just push away how she feels for a career.

But yk. That didn’t happen. At all. Nowhere close even.

The same kind of goes for Katsuki, allmight, etc. They all had moments in their arc where it was spent genuinely reflecting, and the only reason we as the audience never connected it in the same ways we do ochako or Izuku was ALWAYS BECAUSE the narrative showed their inner thoughts while doing so (mostly because Allmight’s arc after losing OFA and Katsuki’s arc on what it means to be a hero were so intrinsically tied, both starting at the same time and ending at the same time during the final war. And because they were so tied this caused their own reflections, development, and thought process to be broadcasted to us frequently throughout their arcs… to each other. They also somewhat shared aspects with Izuku, but these were cherry picked more often than not, like dvk2 for example).

To us Katsuki never seemed to be.. idk, suppressing his anger in any way because we were always told what he was doing and why (side note: this is why I’ve always thought arguments against Katsuki were so weird, bc unlike characters like endeavor or Ochako he wasn’t like… hiding who he was and how he was changing. Ever. Like the audience knows at all times past basically season 3 what Katsuki is thinking and doing. Like how do you watch this happen, stare me dead in the eye, and tell me how much of a terrible and awful teenage boy he is. Like damn I didn’t think we were this dumb. This is also my theory as to why he’s most popular, his arc is very… in your face if that makes sense). Katsuki’s entire mini arc on reflecting his mistakes and his childhood and his future is spent TELLING YOU that it’s what he’s doing. (I’m referring mostly to the endeavor internship arc, the provisional license exam makeup, and basically everything in the war arc related to him leading up to bakugou Katsuki rising here)

And see, Horikoshi will stare you dead in the eye, tell you “this girl has taken into consideration that she doesn’t want to waste her time training her career focusing on a boy because he kinda caught her fancy”, and y’all will still say that this will explode in her face.

Y’all this is a series about learning how to manage emotions, maturity in relationship to one’s emotions, how to feel an emotion, but in a way that is helpful. Horikoshi isn’t telling you “go buck wild, feel everything all the time and always express it”, in fact he explores why you DONT do that! Through Toga or Shigaraki, they show how grief and anger can genuinely consume you. But he also shows why you shouldn’t just put everything in a box to never look at or acknowledge, or why you shouldn’t just let your grief destroy the world around you, or pretending that some emotions simply don’t exist.

I can’t say this enough, so let me say it now, mha is about the extremes of your psyche. That you should control something, but not too much. Everything can be harmful. Everything can be good.

Izuku is not controlling too much, he’s expressing just enough.

I LOVE shaming this dickhead at all times in all my posts. I love saying he’s an ignorant dipshit with a weird amount of distaste for a girl who just confessed to him. I’ve joked that chapter 348 is basically an entire chapter spent on Izuku calling Himiko a mean dyke. And yet I also believe he’s doing nothing WRONG here.

In fact, I’ll even say that this moment right here?

ISNT EVEN IZUKU DOING THE SOCIALLY APPROPRIATE THING ABOUT IT! But he’s still TRYING to reach out to someone he thinks MIGHT be able to understand. (And frankly, this moment is far deeper than what it’s being made out to be, to me it reads more like an unrequited friendship that Izuku both desires and has thought of them to have, while simultaneously showing the distance Ochako has successfully wedged between them for her own sake. Maybe it was always there though, maybe in weird, miscommunicated Horikoshi fashion, this is a representation of how Ochako always read all those “fun friend hangouts” as a little more than that, and without those feelings the friendship never really held any substance to her in the first place. Where Izuku saw his first real friend at UA, she saw little more than acquaintance)

Simultaneously, Izuku is genuinely reflecting on what it means for the world to change, to be a hero, to live after loss—and trying and failing to gain the connection he desires from individuals who can not and will not afford him that.

Izuku is ready for the world to change, a few select characters are also ready for the world to change (mirio, for example), but not nearly enough are. So maybe I’ll have to take this back if I’m proven wrong and I accidentally looked into this far past what everyone else did for no reason, but I genuinely believe with moments like this

And this

Aand this

That Izuku has come forward with that aspect of his character development. He’s reflecting on his new beliefs, not repressing his emotions for them.

[not-your-bro]

things i liked about the until dawn remake prologue (in no particular order)

washington siblings all together in one shot. i know we saw the twins moving josh to the couch in the trailer, but still. boo fucking hoo it's very sweet. i wish beth had put a blanket on josh to really make me weep and wail but i'll take this.

em and jess drawing on chris's face. man, the way i screamed when it cut to chris's face with marker all over it - incredible on its own, and being chris & josh brained i assumed josh did it before he passed out. then i screamed all over again when i saw the photo in the camera roll. so good, and it really aligned with the very teasing friendships i think chris has with em and jess.

the camera. imo, this is ballistic moon's one and only moment of brilliance in the whole remake. even though some of their outfits are incorrect (why is josh wearing his exact fit from next year? why does ashley switch outfits between photos?), the spirit is exactly right. it gives us a glimpse into their friend group, and this little bit goes a long way in terms of showing that they ARE actually a friend group and not a bunch of tangentially connected people who seem to dislike one another but inexplicably vacation together.

being able to explore a previously inaccessible part of the lodge (in the prologue). i know we go here later, but it was a cool moment, to think to myself, "ok, and now i jiggle this doorknob even though i know it'll be locked," and then it wasn't locked. i gasped, i can't lie. unfortunately, i think it set my expectations too high for the rest of the game, because i was already hoping we would be able explore a new area or two in the lodge. was really hoping for josh's and beth's bedrooms, for example. the first totem is also outside here, so again i think this made me expect the totems would be more substantially moved. the one here (by the garbage) is in a radically different location, but many of the others are not. in fact, a lot of them are like two inches to the left or whatever. so. this was neat in the moment! it just made me feel let down later.

idk i like that purity ring song so. hannah washington good music taste confirmed 👍

stay tuned for the thrilling and much longer sequel, things i did not like about the until dawn remake prologue.

[thelunadiviner]

i'm thinking about making a pinned post but for now, hiii i've gained enough confidence to write and post said writing so here's a link to my first ever post on AO3 (its a valenwind fic for my fellow VW warriors).

i'd like to use tumblr to connect more with fellow squeenix fans because i lowkey miss having mutuals/people to talk to </3

[avtreides]

⸺ by clicking the source link below you'll be able to access #52 medium sized gifs of irish musician elijah hewson (1999) from various interviews. he is of white descent, so please cast accordingly. all gifs were made from scratch by me for roleplaying purposes only, don't claim them as your own. feel free to like or reblog if you found this pack useful!

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repost or use for edits / manips without credit.

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[unnerving-presence]

calling wesker my husband and giving him soft kisses just to piss ppl off

wesker has our wedding ring in the pocket of his vest guys trust me we’re married we’re so marri

[satsuha]

o right i can now say i've played every 3D loz game 👍 starting with botw in 2020 i played the other 6 almost back to back starting with totk from may to november 2023... it was a really nice experience like as someone who kept insisting i was too much of a noob to play anything that isn't surmountable with grinding i definitely feel more confident (?) now

i think my favourite is wind waker it's the first of the older games i played since i always liked the toon link style but it's just so charming and had the best ganon and king of hyrule by far imo... twilight princess comes very close for being a very Full feeling hyrule and i'm appreciating ocarina of time more as time passes for the foundations it laid for both story and gameplay

here is a handy little visual for which ones ive played and the order since all my homies love charts and diagrams

[luminousjellyfishy]

Hahahaha imagine starting a new animation instead of finishing another drawing... I could never.... hahaha...

[princesscedar]

Trying to tell mom "hey maybe don't call j ewish people rats even unintentionally" event leaves 10 dead thousands injured

[katz-cradle]

Girl.

[thegracefulknight]

I love this sooo much.

Before watching episode 11 of the remake, I was kinda nervous how they'll handle Shampoo's entrance into their lives because, knowing that she's been the fan favorite, it's kinda easy to just let her take center stage and steal the spotlight away from all the build up that Ranma and Akane had so far. Especially the scenes where Ranma does acknowledge her beauty, or he gets flustered and struggles to reject her advances which could easily be read as mutual attraction. It could be easily shown as her actually having a chance to steal his affections, although that would be out of character for Ranma after he declared to everyone how Akane is his fiancee just a couple of episodes back. But I'm so relieved that wasn't the case. I love the fact that, even though Shampoo's obviously more feminine and attractive, all her advances only make Ranma think more of Akane, wishing she could be as direct as Shampoo is. I also love the part where he tells P-chan, "As we all know, Akane doesn't even have any reason to be jealous.." because he doesn't have any feelings for Shampoo and he only has eyes for Akane!

And also that last scene where he was frantically looking for Akane, calling out her name 100x and getting teary-eyed when he finally saw her unconscious.. I was literally kicking my feet and screaming skkskskks 🥹💗

I really, really love how MAPPA has been highlighting how much Ranma loves Akane so far, and I cannot wait to see how they will animate the other RanKane scenes that were not animated before in the retro anime!

i love how the remake makes it clear that ranma only has eyes for akane and actually addresses the depth of akane's trust issues regarding men.

he wishes that akane was as straightforward about her feelings as shampoo is. he just wants confirmation that she loves him too.

meanwhile akane is struggling with trusting ranma, thinking back to his "akane is my fiancee" confession on the skating rink. since she's never been in love, she registers his flustered reactions to shampoo as mutual attraction instead of fear & a reaction to being stalked.

she was just about to trust ranma after the skating incident with her romantic feelings, but having shampoo come and be overly affectionate, throws a wrench in an already weak trust bridge between them that leaves her jealous, angry and confused. she probably thought that he didn't mean what he said in the skating rink even though the truth is the opposite.

i really appreciate how the remake highlights their love struggles as being connected to their own personal struggles. it provides a real and deep insight into their characters.

[buttercandy16]

SEDUCED BY MY STEPMOTHER

(R E M A K E)

PAIRING: Agatha Harkness x Reader

SUMMARY: After four years, the reader's father introduces his new fiance to the family - who turns out to be an alluring and mysterious seductress who is set to shake up the lives of the reader and their loved ones in ways they never could have imagined.

WARNING(s): None... yet!

A/N: This is one of my old stories that wattpad deleted. I decided to do some slight remake to it, character wise and all.

Should I continue this?

Y/N POV

I stood close to the balcony, staring at the beautiful view of the setting sun to clear my head. I  just recently found out that for the last few months my beloved father has been seeing someone in secret. On this warm evening, I’ll be meeting her for the first time at dinner. It was finally time that he did so I guess since he’s been widowed for almost 4 years already since my mother died from a car crash. But even with that certain thought I can’t help but feel uneasy about the changes that are about to happen. Hopefully, whoever she is, she’ll be a good one, for my father and also for me.

“Hurry up Y/N, or we’ll be late!” My deep thoughts were disturbed when I heard my father’s voice calling me from downstairs. I guess it’s finally time to leave.

Standing in front of the mirror I straightened my mid-white dress while checking my hair for the last time before grabbing my shoulder bag and went running downstairs.

“No running in the house young lady! How many times do I have to tell you that?” By the end of the stairs stood my father Frank, looking more dashing than usual while wearing his expensive black suit and tie.

“Sorry dad, just didn’t want you to call out for me again” I responded while giving a sheepish smile.

He gave me a playful eye roll as he grabbed my hands and gave each of my knuckles a chaste kiss.

“I appreciate that you’re willing to do this for me, sweetheart. I know this is not easy for you” he said while still holding both of my small hands in his large ones.

“Anything for you dad, as long as she makes you happy,” I said while I gave him a reassuring smile.

“She does, she really does. Now let’s not keep her waiting, shall we?” Dad smiled as he led both of us to his car.

I really do hope so dad…

(A few moments later)

We finally arrived at the restaurant after a 30-minute drive. Dad left his car keys to the valet and went straight inside while I followed close behind.

A male waiter in his 20s led us to a secluded part of the restaurant where a single square table was set beside a huge glass window that oversees the beautiful night streets. I was so caught up with the dancing lights outside that I failed to notice the beautiful woman sitting at our table.

That is until I heard a velvet-like voice calling out my name.

“Hello Y/N, I’m Agatha Harkness. It’s nice to finally meet Frank’s special girl”

My eyes looked for the owner of the angelic voice and they immediately settled on a beautiful woman in a purple dress. I can’t help but admire the beauty in front of me from head to toe. She is breathtaking. Aside from her physical appearance, I can also smell her intoxicating scent from where I stand. I’m in awe, I’ve never met someone as attractive as her before. I was about to look her over again but I was interrupted when I felt my father’s arm on my shoulder.

“Y/N, aren’t you gonna say something?” daddy asked.

“Umm…”

Due to being lost in my own thoughts, I became speechless as I looked up at my father’s questioning gaze before settling my vision on Agatha’s. Her eyes… oh her eyes… held something dark and mischievous that made me shiver to the core. I caught a small glimpse of the subtle smirk on her rosy lips before it disappeared.  That’s when I realized that she must’ve caught me while I was checking her out. Oh, fudge how embarrassing!!

I immediately shook out from my thoughts and shakily offered my right hand for her to take.

“Um... It’s nice to meet you too Miss Harkness” I gave her a shy smile which she reciprocated by giving me a radiant smile before correcting me. “Agatha, will do, sweetheart”.

She took my hand in her slender ones and gave it a soft squeeze. Her hand was so soft and it looked a little bigger compared to mine, she held my hand a little longer than she should have, which almost caused my heart to burst out from its ribcage before she decided to finally let go.

My father then ushered us to take a seat but before he got to do so, Agatha called out to him.

“Hon, did you forget something?” She asked with one eyebrow up.

“Oh, I’m sorry. Silly me” my father went towards her and gave her a kiss on the lips. It was supposed to be a chaste one but before he can step away she grabbed the back of his neck to hold him in place and then deepened the kiss.

I was going to look away because the sudden intimacy made me uncomfortable but before I could, I found myself frozen on my chair and my breath coming in short and hot when I saw her giving my father a passionate kiss…while her eyes were devouring mine.

What. the. actual. hell?!

_-_-_-_

Thoughts?

[schluttforschlatt]

Bartender pt. 3

a/n: I’m gonna be honest, I’m not super happy with this chapter, but I tried to incorporate some of my original bullet point thoughts with the actual story. However, the more I write this, the more I’m leaning away from the original thoughts and I’m okay with that, but I feel like the first three chapters are more of a rushed introduction. Hopefully chapter 4 is able to wrap some of the loose ends up a bit better though!

WC: 5k holy shit

warnings: incident with a difficult customer, mention of readers chest, language, and alcohol, obviously.

The weeks following had been more or less the same for you. Wake up, get ready for the day, power through some homework, go to work, work, come home, feed yourself and the cats, get ready for bed. Damn routine. Very rarely did you adjust it. It worked for you.

Today, however, was a very different story. It started during your morning shift at the diner. You had been clocked in for an hour at most when a very pushy customer decided you were the sole person responsible for his eggs being too runny. You apologized to the man and offered to have his food remade, but that was simply just not good enough for him. So you called your manager over to help you, hoping that she could get through to him that you were not kitchen trained and that she’d be happy to remake the order and comp the meal. Once again, the man was not having it and demanded that the restaurant be shut down for “unsafe” food handling. This got your manager riled up. Sure every once in a blue moon someone would become irate over something with a simple and easy solution, but she was a tough cookie and handled every situation with grace. So when the man stood up and began yelling and waving his arms, she demanded he leave and not return. With a string of expletives, the man shoved his half eaten eggs and bacon off the table and at your manager.

It felt as if every pair of eyes in the building stared through you and at the scene unfolding. Before the unruly man could try anything physical, another customer approached and tried to break the man away from you and your manager. What a saint. He dragged the offender by the back of his collar before shoving him out of the diner doors, and stumbling face first into the small patio garden just outside. The stranger berated him, sprawled out on the floor, and angrily pointed his finger between the subject and the two of you still inside. A faint blush crept up your cheeks as sudden embarrassment washed over you and tingled began to spread through to your fingertips.

“Do you want make the call to PD, or would you like me to?” Your manger asked, breaking your little trance. You shifted uncomfortably and faced her, your expression begging her to be the one to call. She seemed to understand exactly what you couldn’t say, nodding and placing a reassuring hand on your shoulder before turning to the hostess booth to grab the store phone.

You felt somewhat helpless. Even if his words weren’t explicitly violent, something about the man’s demeanor screamed “threat” to you. You bent down to pick up the discarded plate and began to tidy the table. There was egg yolk splattered on the carpet but that would just have to be an issue for a later time. Collecting the plates and cups, you carried them to the back of house sink, rinsing them off before loading them into the dishwasher. You pressed “start” on the machine and sighed, straightening up and correcting your meek posture.

“They’ll be here in about fifteen minutes. Are you okay? Would you like to sit in the back for a few?” Your managers voice startled you, turning to face her again before gazing down at your shoes, shifting from foot to foot.

“Yeah, um, can I?” You really did feel pathetic in this moment. You’ve handled your fair share of rowdy people, both at your past jobs and randomly out in public. You silently thanked your experiences and training from previous bars before responding once again. “I just feel really shaky.” Your manager nodded and gestured toward her office, walking you over with slow steps. You plopped down in the chair and rested your head on her desk, arms coming over to cover your head.

“I’m going to wait for an officer to show up to trespass that man. Take all the time you need.” A comforting hand lightly squeezed your shoulder, letting you know that this moment was real and not just another nightmare.

You sat, using box breathing to will your heart to a normal pace. You hadn’t realized just how fast it was beating and how bad you were shaking until your breathing had returned to a steady pace. What the fuck was that even about? Why the fuck did he have to pop off at you like that? Anger was typically the first emotion you felt coming down from this kind of anxiety. I know it’s not my fault, but, God, why do grown adults choose to act like that in public? Acceptance would trickle in shortly after. I just want to go home and cuddle on the couch with the cats. Unsure of how long you’d been in your little world, your ears perked up when the clicking of a walkie-talkie and radio chatter faded in. You sat up and took a deep breath, willing yourself back up on your feet.

You made your way back out into the floor, feeling deflated in a way. Your manager was standing at the hostess booth with a female officer. The officer was taking down information about the incident to issue the tress pass to the man. Taking a few steps towards them, the officer turns to you and offers a sympathetic smile.

“He was originally taking it out on my server, throwing a plate of bacon and eggs at us once I demanded he leave.” Your manager reiterated. Somehow, this situation felt like your fault, even though you knew better than that. Sometimes people act out and direct their frustrations at strangers, and sometimes they take it out on the ones they’re essentially paying out checks for.

“Did he get physical with anyone at all, or was it just verbal and the throwing of the food?” The officer asked. Jameson her name plate read. Yeah, I’d love some of that right now.

The report was taken, the order was issued, and Officer Jameson bid you a better day before connecting with the man outside. Your hero.

Something about him seemed familiar, but you couldn’t put your finger on it. You hadn’t seen his face, only his back and a slight profile. He’s probably been here before, was the only logical conclusion you could make.

“You can have the rest of the morning off, if you’d like. I’ll make sure you keep your pay for the whole shift.” Your manager offered, turning to face you. Your gaze lingered on the man outside for a moment longer before facing her.

“Yeah, um, I would. I appreciate that. I appreciate you stepping in.” Your words coming out solemn and slow. Your manager nodded. “Thank you.” You pulled out your phone to order an Uber before ordering some pancakes to take home with you. You waited in a booth by the register, tapping your phone screen whenever it darkened, staring at the screen and the arrival time getting closer. One of the cooks, Manuel, brought your order out to you, setting the bag on the table. He was a middle aged gentleman, but had been with the diner since it opened in the late eighties. In your eyes, this was his restaurant. He had taken the time to learn about every single employee, and his kindness was something you admired and appreciated. Though you had only worked at the diner part time for the past year, he had become like a father figure to you. It was a comfort you craved during this phase of your life, even if you only got to have brief conversations with him.

“Go home and relax, mija. You deserve some time to yourself. Don’t let one bad seed ruin the rest of your day.” You thanked him and flashed a sincere smile, earning one in return. Manuel patted your shoulder as he turned to walk back to the kitchen. Just then, your phone vibrated, alerting you of the arrival of your Uber.

Quickly gathering up your belongings, you thanked your manager once again as you pushed out the door. You made a beeline straight for the expected sedan, confirming with the driver that this was the correct car after opening the back door. You set your bag of food and purse on the seat next to you, sitting down and settling in for the ride. After buckling your seatbelt the driver took off.

You pulled out your phone to quickly shoot your manager a text, asking if she could comp his meal so you could pay the bill on your next shift. Gotta return the favor somehow. You tucked it back in your pocket and looked out the window, finally seeing the face of the stranger who “saved” you. Your jaw dropped.

You’d be damned to see that it was the man from the bar. The cute stranger you’d spent nights searching social media and dating apps for.

And as if fate wasn’t a cruel enough mistress, he looked over in your direction, locking eyes with you as the Uber sped out of the parking lot. Fuck.

Once arriving home, you texted your boss at the bar to let her know that you wouldn’t be coming in that night . She was understanding and kind enough to cover your shift.

You’d spent the rest of the day on your couch, eating pancakes, and cuddled up to your beloved kitties. For the first time in months you fell asleep early, exhausted from the stress that morning.

Your next shift at the bar was uneventful. Older folk clambered in to escape the harsh cold creeping in with the evening. You did sidework, adjusted some of the signage, and even re-decorated the community tip jars by the register. However, you were distracted. The whole night you spent anticipating that man to show up again.

If he had been in the diner and at the bar, then he had to live locally. He was dressed casually during both encounters, and you’d come to the conclusion that a tourist would be more dressed up, they’d be out and about trying to make the most of their trip. You had remembered the two other men he was with at the bar. They were more dressed up, so they would have to be visitors. Every time you closed your eyes, images of his face would flash, memories of each glance you took at him.

By the time eight o’ clock came around, you were released from the hazy establishment and embarking on your walk home.

After unlocking your door and throwing yourself down on the couch, you pulled out your phone and clicked on a group chat called “thots anonymous”, typing away a novel about the diner incident and the man that stepped in to help. Messages from your closest friends (three to be exact- all still living back home in California) began flooding in, reacting and replying to your message. Obviously they wanted the details: what his name was, what he looked like, and most importantly, how was it?

You ket out a guffaw, tapping away at your phone once again to tell them exactly what they wanted to know: you had no idea who this man was other than he was very tall, his name started with a “J” and he had very distinct facial hair and features, as well as “it” being absolutely nothing because you were not the type to hook up with someone, let alone someone whose name you didn’t even know.

The group chat began to blow up, texts arriving in all caps and being emphasized to catch your attention. You elaborated on his description, making sure to nail the important features. Sharp nose. Strong chin. Having to duck through the door due to his height. They kept asking questions, trying to do their own independent internet stalking. You expressed that you simply just wanted to get to know the guy. He was alluring and in the short barely-conversations you had with him, he was charming in a dorky-schoolboy way. C'mon, he stepped in to take care of the guy who threw his plate at you. How often does that even happen? That’s some Disney shit.

Regardless, you bid goodnight to your friends, got into bed, and let your thoughts race around your head until your breathing became slower and your body heavy.

Friday nights at the bar were your favorite. The number of patrons nearly tripled with the impending weekend. You got to be in your element and you thrived. And it all entertained you, too. You bore witness to many a breakup and hook up, drunk girls complimenting each other, and other salacious conversations. For the first time that week, you did not daydream about that damn mystery man.

Your lunch break was calling out to you like a siren in the sea, and when a break in the rush settled, you excused yourself to take it. Thank god there were two bartenders on Fridays.

Walking into the kitchen, you greet the two cooks, and grabbed a fry basket to load up with greasy fried potatoes and chicken strips. The cooks waved as you left the kitchen, and you thanked them in return. Normally, you would sit in a booth tucked away from the main floor of the bar, but seeing how busy it was tonight, you settled for sitting outside, craving the crisp, fresh air.

Your lunch passed quickly, and you practically inhaled your food. Not like it’s a healthy meal, but damn, was it filling. You scrolled through instagram and twitter for a bit before deciding it was too cold to continue sitting on the old wooden bench. The second you walked back into the bar, warmth enveloped you. Your ears tingled a bit as they readjusted to the temperature inside. You yawned, shaking your head to better reacquaint with your surroundings. You still had about eight minutes left until you were due to clock back in, but felt as if you’d had enough doomscrolling on the bench outside to whip your phone back out. Taking the fry basket to the dishroom to drop off, you settled on a favorite pastime: people watching.

The crowd was lively tonight, not too many old timers on Friday evenings, mostly college students looking for cheap beer or social environment. You sighed, glancing from corner to corner, wall to wall. A table that looked to be a bachelorette party, another of men in business casual, and a rather large mixed group singing “Happy Birthday”. And here you sat, minutes ticking away at your break from the rushes and forced conversations with strangers, trying to blend in amongst the scenery. In actuality, you stood out like a sore thumb: hair tied back, glasses pushed up your nose, only mascara for makeup. You looked nothing like those around you, and on a rough night those thoughts would creep and mingle in the back of your head. Tonight, however, you were glad to stick out like a sore thumb. You couldn’t have been more thankful.

And the reasoning? Just as you were standing up to clock back in, he strolled through the doors. Him. Oh my God, he’s back. Disbelief washed over you like a tidal wave, mouth slightly agape and shoulders tense. You punched your numbers into the time clock faster than you ever had, eager to throw your apron back on just to have a chance at talking to him again. Hopeful that your stranger would no longer be a stranger.

Like magnets, your eyes latched onto his, subconsciously pulling your feet forward until you were pressed up behind the bar he stood in front of. An incredulous look was shared between you two, open mouths a reflection of the interaction.

“You’re here!” The man whisper-yelled.

“You came back!” You blushed, sharing a nervous mutual laugh. He shook his head, a faint smile creeping across his lips. The moment you’ve been dreaming of finally in front of you, albeit, now feeling a tad bit embarrassed that a man you did not know the name of nor anything about would elicit such a reaction out of you. You could see your coworker give a confused look from your peripheral.

“Er- sorry! Welcome in!” You smiled, a timid chuckle escaping your lips as you focused your eyes down to your cuticles. Should probably clean those up later. The sound of him cleaning his throat brought your attention back to him.

“Uh, thanks! You too!” You watched as the gears turned in his head at his little oopsie. “I mean, thank you. You’re kinda working, so you have to be here. Well, I guess you don’t have to be here but- I’m rambling. Sorry.” Another meek laugh. You beam up at him. Was he this tall the last time? I mean, he was tall the first time but he seems… tall-er in this moment.

“What brings you to this lovely establishment tonight? Big night out? Drinks with the guys?” A teasing tone was evident in your voice. “Maybe a hot date?” You joked, causing the tips of his ears to rouge and gaze to falter.

“Not exactly,” he sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Jus’ looking for a place to drink that’s not my living room couch. Routine gets kinda stale, y’know?” You nod to him, taking the moment of dropped eye contact to commit as many details as possible to memory. Freckles dusted across the bridge of his nose and cheeks. Facial hair that was a bit scraggly and unkempt. Wide shoulders and big hands. You nod again before speaking.

“Would you like me to run a tab?” It was his turn to nod, following up with a toothy grin.

“Yeah, that would be great.”

The night continued on, making casual conversation with the man (when asked what his name was, he replied “Schlatt”, but that you could call him Jay) as he downed a handful of whiskey sours. You tended to all of the other patrons, of course, but made sure to give Jay a little extra.

You asked surface level questions about his job, if he was going to school, his hobbies, but he was a bit ambiguous with his explanations. From what you could piece together, he did something with social media, however you didn’t want to press for information and be seen as nosey. The focus was shifted away from him and he began to ask questions about yourself. You moved from California to study biology, originally staying with a cousin who lived in Connecticut, but missed the hustle and bustle of city and suburbia, so you moved to New York. You liked the actual weather, but did miss sunny November days at the beach. Basic get-to-know-me shit.

“But do you ever plan on moving back? To California, I mean. Sounds like you’re a bit hesitant about the Big Apple,” Schlatt made an exaggerated hand motion, a bit sloppy due to the alcohol he’d been consuming. You let out a sigh and leaned on the bar with your forearms.

“I mean, I kinda miss my family out there, my friends. But I’d like to stay out here. I’m just worried that if I don’t find an actual reason to stay out here by the time I graduate, I’ll end up back in the Golden State, settling for less than I’ve dreamed of.” You wiped the counter, not looking up at the man. Perhaps it was a bit too much to expel to a practical stranger, but something about the conversation felt comfortable, familiar even. It didn’t feel like talking to a guest, or hell, a regular. Talking to Jay felt natural, like you were shooting the shit with someone known to you for years. Still, you felt the need to apologize before he could speak.

“I’m sorry, that was kinda a lot to just lay on you like that.” His hand coming into view made you look up. He wore a lopsided smile, and that, too, felt comfortable.

“Don’t worry ‘bout it. I’m not too big on the small talk bullshit, anyway.” He picks up his glass, bringing it to his lips and downing the last of the amber liquor without as much as a grimace. “I know what you mean, the whole ‘finding something worth stickin’ ‘round for’ thing. You’ve gotta have passion to put up with the bullshit surrounding you and your goals.”

“You sound like you’re speaking from experience,” you teased, returning his smile and dropping the rag from your hand. “But you’re right. I’m just barely tolerating right now, and there’s a lot of bullshit I’m just starting to get used to. I suppose it comes with time and experience.”

You noticed a patron step up to the register to pay their tab, excusing yourself from Jay briefly. The customer held out his card for you to run as you punched the total into the register, scanning over the receipt once more to double check the bill was accurate. After verifying everything was correct, you hand him a printed copy of the receipt and a pen to sign his name. He signs the copy before sliding it back to you. You swipe his card then return it to him, thanking him for coming in. He slips out the door before you can finish your sentence. Your heart falters a little when you look down and see the words “nice rack” written where the tip should be. You slide the check in a lockbox under the register before returning to Jay.

“Bad tip?” You nodded, sighing once again.

“Just said ‘nice rack’, no tip”. He hums in response.

“That happen often?” You nodded.

“I’m used to the comments, but it’s disheartening when someone doesn’t leave a tip. But, hey, that’s food service for ya!” The sardonic tone of your voice makes Schlatt let out a soft chuckle while you shake your head. There’s a pregnant pause before you open your mouth again. “I think because they’re strangers it just rolls off my back. Like, if we were acquaintances outside of these walls it would affect me differently, but I’ll probably never see them again so it’s whatever.”

Schlatt’s expression displayed a sense of concern, but only if concern was peeking over a wooden fence. It was as if he wanted to say something to admonish the behavior without overstepping a boundary that had not yet been set. His fingers, previously resting flat on the counter, began to drum against the surface as he racked his brain for words of easement. His brows became slightly furrowed.

“You don’t have to say anything, it really doesn’t bother me much,” his eyes snap up to yours. “Besides, if I take the frustration home with me, I just take it out on GTA NPCs. Feels good to run ‘em over sometimes.” A smile tugs at the corners of your lips as the words spill out, and any awkwardness between you and Schlatt tapers off.

“You ever play DayZ?” He asks sincerely. You shake your head then brush a few strands of hair from your face.

“I’ve tried, but I don’t think I have the attention span for it. Gets tedious trying to build a decent base.”

“I could teach ya some tips and tricks sometime,” he blurts, his eyes opening wide and hand beginning to wave. “IF you’d want to learn, that is. Sorry, I’m not trying to force you to play some old, buggy zombie game with a random guy from the bar. It’s just a personal favorite of mine.” His eyes return to their typical soft gaze, with a fleck of adoration. It’s endearing, truly.

“I could be persuaded to give it another go, I suppose. Been a few years since I’ve logged on.” You shifted your weight from right to left, leaning just an itty bit closer to the man. “But how do I know that you’re not just trying to set me up for betrayal?” You could recognize your tone as somewhat flirty, and in a way you hoped he would pick up on it. His smile widened at your words causing you to subconsciously stare at his lips. They look soft. A little chapped, but soft nonetheless.

“You play on PC? Or are you one of those console only brats?” Oh. Oh was that flirty? You indulge him with a laugh which only stretches his smile. Taking a small step back from the bar you stretch your arms out. His eyes follow the movement.

“PC, obviously. To be honest, the only console I’m decent at is the Wii. Give me an Xbox controller and I’m fucked.” He laughed at this.

“What’s your setup like then?” His question caught you off guard. “Like, d’ya have a tower and one of those RGB keyboards, or d’ya have a shitty laptop shoved in the corner?”

The genuinity of his words was like a breath of fresh air. The conversation felt like you were chipping away from him being just another guy buying drinks from you to someone who carried friendship potential.

Reaching into your back pocket, you pulled out your phone and scrolled through the photos app for a recent picture of your room. Finding a good example, you zoom in a bit and show him the screen.

“It’s not much, and it’s not completely set up how I want it, but this is what I’m working with currently.” The photo you’re presenting is most accurate to what it looks like most of the time. Your tower sits on top of your desk, with a single monitor and typewriter style keyboard. Your Switch sits in its dock next to the monitor and the reflection of the Christmas lights around your room are visible on the dark screen.

He gently grabs the phone from your hand, which you allow, and zooms in a little more. His focus shifts from your setup to the grey cat tree just off to the side. He catches a glimpse of cat ears peeking out from one of the platforms.

“You have a cat?” The excitement in his voice sent a rush of warmth through your heart. Please don’t secretly be one of those “I hate cats” guys.

“Um, yeah. I have three, actually.” Before you could continue your sentence, he interjects.

“Can I see them?” Butterflies flooded your chest and you swore your pupils morphed into hearts. You nodded, taking the phone back from him and scrolling to a picture of the three of them. As you turn the phone back to him, he grabs it again, gently. He zooms in on the image and coos. Coos.

“Mellie, Bones, and Oats.” You pointed to the cats as you said their names. You swear you’ve never seen a man fold so fast over a picture of cats. His gleamed up at you and handed the device back then reached into his pocket to pull out his own phone. He unlocked it and began to scroll.

“I have two.” His words melted your heart. He turned his screen to you.

“The orange one is Jambo, and the other guy is…” he let out a soft chuckle. “Well, his name is a secret but people call him ‘Burnt Soup’.” You took the phone this time and zoomed in on their faces. The orange one was cuddled up to a black cat. You noticed his little fangs poking out from his lips.

“I love black and orange cats. Very Halloween-y.” You joked with the man. “They’re adorable, Jay.”

You couldn’t have known that those words, those simple words, would bring his house of cards crashing down. Schlatt prided himself on being a wallflower, much opposite to his online persona (not that you knew about that. Yet.), his cats being his pride and joy. They were like his children.

Thoughts began to race through his head. I should invite her over. I should ask them to grab coffee. No. That would be too cliché. Maybe going to the movies is a good start?

“Maybe we could catch a movie sometime?” He blurted out. The question caught you off guard, but it would be a lie to say that that didn’t excite you. Your eyes made contact once again and the pink flush spreading across your face elicited another wide smile from the man. "You could meet the cats, too, if ya want."

“Well, I do believe I could be persuaded, but how do I know that you’re not some kinda crazy axe murderer, hmm?” You jested, leaning over to bar to be eye level with Schlatt.

“Well, how do I know that you aren’t some sort of murderer yourself?” The expression he pulled made you nearly piss yourself with laughter. One of his eyes was twitching and the other just barely open.

“I think the whiskeys getting to you, you can barely keep your eyes open now.” This gained a laugh back from him. He raised his left hand to rub at his eyes while letting out a yawn.

“Okay, ya got me. Alcohol makes me sleepy these days. Once you turn twenty five it’s all downhill. My knees hurt, my back aches, and if I’m awake for more than a few hours, I need a nap,” he prattled on. “But by the look of it, you probably have a few years until ya gotta worry ‘bout that.” He said with a wink. And the blush on your face came right back. Think quick, be witty.

“Oh, I think I’m good for a while,” You got a bit closer to his face to whisper, “don’t tell anybody, but I’m secretly a vampire.” His face went blank for a moment before connecting the dots, which in turn caused him to erupt into laughter. He’s gotta be a tad bit drunk, that wasn’t very funny. But that laugh, it’s so… charming.

“Tell ya what, how ‘bout we go to the movies next Friday, you work then?” He asks and the butterflies are kicking at your chest and throat. You nod and he continues. “Here, gimme your number and I’ll plan it out. I hope you don’t flake on me, after all, I did totally save your life at the diner that day.” He held his phone out to you, opened to “add new contact”. You grabbed it and typed the fastest you probably had ever done in your life, checking that you inputted the number correctly. You typed your name, and decided to be cheeky by adding the lipstick print emoji next to it. Shooters gotta shoot. You handed him back the phone and he quickly typed a message to you, causing your phone to vibrate from its spot back in your pocket.

“I gotta head home, but don’t be a stranger. See ya later, doll.” He fished his wallet from his pocket and handed you a hundred dollar bill, stood up, waved goodbye, and walked out the door.

Still flustered, you walked over to the register to process the check, only to realize the remaining cash was about fourty-five dollars and some change. You pulled out your phone to ask if this was a mistake, only to see the ext he had sent you before leaving.

“Keep the change. You deserve it ;)”

Chapter 3 is here! The next chapter I do plan on actually being schlatt centric but I was having a hard time trying to make things make sense. Hope yall enjoy!!!

[mallovamp]

oh hey btw tt!rumor canonically has a sister

(upcoming redesign sneak peeks!)

speaking of terror trio SO!! heres an update

i have changed quite a bit regarding act storylines, timelines, character relationships and the characters themselves (esp. florus) and i'm probably gonna take the stuff that's on my au account, @terror-trio , and move it here as like "scrapped" stuff? although it's not really scrapped i'm kinda just changing the ideas already established

if ur actually interested in the au as of right now expect a lot of redesigning and delayed answering to asks because i just started remaking the intro comic yesterday ^^ i'm also probably gonna post some ttau stuff on tiktok first to hopefully get more people looking at it, so i might post new designs there before i do here!

as for the timelines, i have decided that act 1 will be used as a backstory of sorts — the au's present starts with the beginning of act 2 (which won't come until a LOT later but hey).

thank u guys sm 4 all the love my art has gotten, i'm looking forward 2 finally executing this au that's been in my head 4 so long and share it with u all!! <33

[yumedoca]

As a little farewell gift to the remake, here's a small analysis on Ataru and Lum's final exchange in the series.

Personally, I find this exchange very interesting and that it has two very important meanings to it, especially considering how it is phrased:

Ataru saying that he'll eventually say 'I love you', just not now. He basically admits that he loves her here, but indirectly ;) Like, he's not even trying to be tsundere!! There's no 'I don't like you, idiot!!', no 'Yeah, whatever, I guess...' and no ignoring or going 'hmph!'!! He openly states how he feels here and I find this incredible character development considering he could've said any of the previous mentioned but didn't. Early, middle and even the first half of later UY era Ataru would never say such words and would've easily jumped at the options I mentioned but here he basically says 'I love you but I'm not going to say the words until my deathbed'!! It really shows how far Ataru's come especially regarding his relationship with Lum. His major character arc in the series is about growing more comfortable with showing his true self and accepting his emotions and you can really see that he has mostly achieved that by the end. It's beautiful to see how much he's changed and even though this is already so great, what really gets me going feral 100% is the second meaning to their exchange..

The subtle promise in this exchange. Lum tells Ataru the she'll make him say 'I love you' even if it takes her entire life, which suggests that she won't leave him alone till he says the words. Her adding 'even if it takes my entire life' to it, more or less would have what she says mean 'Hopefully, I'll be with you, for life'. Ataru's response is that he'll say it on his deathbed which means that Ataru would only say the magic words right before he dies, which would mean that he wants Lum to be with him till then or to say it in simpler terms, his response would more or less mean 'I want to be with you for life, too'. And since he's supposed to be saying 'I love you' on his deathbed, his words here could also mean 'I'll love you till the end'. This acts as a sort of promise between them, a promise that they'll keep loving and being with each other till the end of time.

To others, it seems like all they're going to do is fight for life, but Ataru and Lum know what they truly mean because no one understands them more than each other.

[suzukiblu]

comfort w tim please? (i just want some fluff dkjshekdb 😂)

Well, this excerpt isn't Tim comfort, but hopefully counts for Tim fluff?

Context: pre-identity reveal/identity porn/idiots to lovers TimKon.

"Sounds like supervillain talk, dude," Kon says. Tim resolves to dial back on that at this point in his career. He's laying groundwork, yes, but subtlety is still the wiser course of action.

"You say that like you've never socialized with a supervillain before," he says dryly.

"Well, usually ones who wear a bit less," Kon replies, grinning wickedly at him.

"So you're telling me I should invest in a crop top before I try to take over the world and remake it in my own image?" Tim asks still more dryly as he raises an eyebrow at him with a little smirk, and Kon laughs and steps in a little closer, giving him a not very subtle up-and-down with his eyes.

"Only if you're trying to recruit me for your evil plans," he says, grin turning sharp. Tim wants to lick his teeth. "So I dunno, what are your feelings on Daisy Dukes?"

"I'm going to be honest, I'm not actually that much of an exhibitionist so at this point we're just describing my ideal costume updates for you," Tim informs him.

"Oh yeah?" Kon asks with another laugh even as he visibly preens at the suggestion. Tim is all for that, personally. Both the preening and the theoretical updates, in fact. And, a little more weirdly, just the idea of having anything to do with what Kon might ever decide to wear.

Yeah, that's probably a later thought, Tim decides. Like, a private-time kind of later thought.

"You're solar-powered, aren't you?" he says reasonably. "Showing a bit more skin can't hurt."

"I wonder if Superman would buy that excuse," Kon says musingly.

"Power Girl exists," Tim says still more reasonably. "And Supergirl wears a miniskirt, last I checked."

"Valid," Kon says, putting on a mock-thoughtful expression and tapping the side of his jaw. "Maybe I'll put in some cutouts and go for a lower neckline, tell the big guy he's making the rest of us look like prudes. What do you think, bikini or high-cut bottoms?"

"I don't know the difference," Tim lies, desperately trying not to overheat and die at that question and every single accompanying mental image that his useless brain has so helpfully decided to supply. "You'll have to provide examples."

"Will I now," Kon says, grinning all over again and pointedly cocking a hip. "What, pretty boy, you want a fashion show?"

"Well I did want to be a photographer when I was a kid," Tim says, although it was definitely never that kind of photography he had in mind. Kon laughs again and shifts in even closer, though, so it's worth it. Tim is mortified, but also undeniably into just . . . all of this, really, just everything about this conversation. Robin can't flirt with Superboy, but, well . . .

He's taking advantage a little, he can admit, but it's still just . . . nice.

He's wanted to flirt with Kon for way too long, at this point. Indulging in a little bit of it isn't the worst thing he could do.

And again, it's Kon, so it's not like it's serious or anything. The guy won't even remember this conversation tomorrow, much less anything about Tim Drake.

. . . admittedly that'd be counterproductive to Tim's long-term goals here, but still. He's willing to take his time on this. There's a plan. It has steps. Layers. Processes.

"I like you, man," Kon says with a wider grin, which is in absolutely no way whatsoever in the plan. "You're funny."

It occurs to Tim, almost disbelievingly, that he might've . . . made a good impression on Kon? Somehow?

Well that's weird.