#so that's a whole misunderstanding as well

[tvobsessivefanatic]

DP X DC Prompt : Dan's Rage Room

Dan Phantom is a ghost who could represent Rage, heck, he destroyed his whole Dimension because of it. So according to Clockwork, He needed a Rage room. So he found one, and... Let's say he got a little bit attached and too invested into the said Rage Room.

Follow Dan through his adventures inside a new dimension, a dimension he could and is allowed to mess with to his own satisfaction, and also a dimension where he could start anew and learn about or maybe just chill around. Which one would he choose?

Who am I kidding? Of course it's not the latter, Dan was given a dimension all to himself, of course he was going to use it as his rage room. And plus, teaching these heroes a lesson is just a bonus, Dan himself is a retired teenage hero who has been through hell, and these heroes were still lacking in many aspects, so he concluded that they needed to be thought a lesson or two.

Don't mind him, it's his method of dealing with his unresolved trauma! Plus, it's not like he was planning to be some big shot or anything, he's just gonna be your typical Rogue gallery! Robbing Banks, stealing important schtick, having big bad plans, taking hostage, and so on.

Well, that is what he was planning before doing his research about the Dimension and finding out about Bruce Wayne, this Dimension's version of Danny Fenton, his younger self, which made himself curious and search for this Dimension's version of Vladimir Plasmius, and it was clears that it is none other than Ra's Al-Ghul.

To them, Dan would look incredibly identical to Bruce Wayne and Ra's Al-Ghul in the same time, and that fact alone would be incredibly useful. Clones in this dimension has happened before, and Dan happened to look terrifyingly identical to two individuals who are against eachother, which would give an interesting reaction for once he reveals his face.

As for his Villain costume? He's going for a classic all black super suit with a mask, only revealing his eyes, one who knows Bruce Wayne would recognize the cold gaze, but would be reminded of the same Lazarus green present on Ra's Al-Ghul eyes.

With this new setting, Dan figured it would be more interesting if he laid low, forcefully showing himself once in a while and only going into silent mischief at night, he even went around as a Civilian a few more times.

He wanted drama, misunderstanding, shock, and quite a lot of chaos.

[I feel like I've seen a fanfic/prompt that's similar to this, so I'm sorry if this seems like I copied it]

[elumish]

You speak on romance as a genre a lot, and there’s a trope I’d love to hear your thoughts on. I don’t know if there’s a real name for it, I usually just call it “perceived rejection” wherein Character A overhears/misinterprets/somehow comes to believe that Character B hates them, doesn’t want them around, only puts up with them for appearances, etc and now have to live with that misunderstanding until it’s cleared up. If there’s a proper name for the trope, I don’t know it, but I bet it’s related to another semi common romance trope of the love interest admitting they’re wrong/needing to beg forgiveness for something (ala pride and prejudice).

You’ve certainly read more of the genre than I have, I’m just wondering if you’ve seen this a lot and noticed any patterns about it?

Ooh, the hated misunderstanding trope (eavesdroppers never any hear good of themselves edition).

As with all misunderstanding plotlines, this is the sort of thing that can work really well or can feel extremely contrived. In my opinion, the two biggest things that make or break this trope are:

Is it believable that the character would hear the thing that they heard in the way that they heard it?

Is it believable that the character would misinterpret what they heard in the way that they did?

The most successful implementations of this trope, from my experience, are either when the thing that they heard reaffirms a belief they already had and/or is factually accurate. Overhearing that someone started pursuing them over a dare or bet, for example, has a much bigger impact on the reader if it's true than if the character misinterpreted what someone was saying.

The reason for this is that the biggest failure with misunderstanding plotlines is that they rely on characters continuing to not talk to each other. If what someone overheard was accurate, even if it's not the person's main motivation anymore (or isn't the whole truth), then simply clearing up the misunderstanding isn't sufficient, because the truth was still hurtful. Then the other character needs to make up for it, which makes for a more satisfying emotional arc.

I feel like I see this show up most in a few different ways:

Character B started their relationship with Character A under false pretenses but is now in love with them, and Character A overhears someone talking about the false pretenses

Character A already thinks that Character B is planning to leave them and then overhears something that implies that

Character A overhears Character B being defensive about the relationship or otherwise denying that it's romantic

Character A misunderstands an overheard conversation that Character B is having and assumes it's about their relationship

The problem particularly with the latter three is that often I read the conversation and either it doesn't seem like a conversation any human being would actually have in real life (so it feels manufactured just for the drama) or I can't read the misinterpretation from the conversation (so the misinterpretation feels contrived).

[lonelyy-clown]

uhhh here's my thoughts as one of the native co-writers of the letter sent to rtvs. i said before i won't be making rtvs posts anymore, but i guess i wanna compile all my thoughts onto one as they have been scattered around as the whole thing went down so.

not sure how best to structure this btw, i'm still not good at words and this is a mess atm. but uhh im trying.

one thing i hope will be acknowledged in the apology that wayne correcting the misinformation he said in november was very much possible on his own. i can't be mad that he didn't know about pt's shit right away, but when i google anything about the dev's offensive comments/work in the game, before and now, this is all i can find.

like not looking into it for one second before making your statement was really irresponsible. it's the main reason i decided to actually say something, at least with my one post about his message. apparently it's an issue with people calling whatever the dev said an 'apology'. and i said in the letter too, one of my goals was for that misunderstanding to be cleared up.

and yep, the response to the letter was definitely disappointing. i hope behaviour like that will not be repeated again too. wayne being so determined to leave his november message as his final word, even when that's what i had an issue with in the first place, and the quick mention that he mispoke on the apology part, it was very dismissive to me.

it sucks that it took two months just to finally admit it was incorrect on top of that.

but specifically for mike. what the fuck? how can you say something like that to someone's face?

"if you really had your tribes best interests-" and "we're just people on the computer like you" are wild things to say.

do better. grow up. broaden your perspective. even if you can't be perfect all the time, none of us are saying you ever were, still, do whatever it takes to not do anything like that again.

you can't pull the "we're just silly idiots here guys" card everytime.

ughhh. not gonna lie, thinking about how kinda weird it is taking a part of this at all since the first thing i did after seeing the collab announcement was just leave quietly. like i only called the collab a big L (💀), unfollowed everyone, and avoided rtvs entirely for a whole month. but i agree with what people have said; yes, there was barely any attention brought to the whole thing anyways. only a handful of people pointed out the issue at the time, but everything else went on as normal and that was it. it was a bummer.

so as a final note, i hope this makes something good to learn from. personally, i can't help but be sure that rtvs wasn't going to acknowledge the issue with the collab if we didn't make the letter. maybe it would've been a later apology after some hindsight or something, i don't know. at least there was a push and acknowledgment they gotta do better.

we're still waiting on their apology right now. i'm willing to wait for a while just to be fair. i'm just not following them though so i don't know how active they've been, sounds like just as usual it seems. well, i just hope a good amount of thought and effort goes into the apology whenever it comes out.

don't know how to end this i'm tired uh.

[galedekarios]

The whole "Wizard splaining" from sorcerer fans is really weird to me. "I'm better than a Wizard, I was born with magic!" Ok, so do a triple bypass surgery. What? You were born with a heart, clearly you're better than any cardiatric surgeon. Having something doesn't mean you understand it,

thank you for your message. 🖤

i completely agree. i think it comes to what others including myself have pointed out as well: this is people's first contact with dnd and they vastly misunderstand what a sorcerer is and does and what a wizard is and does.

i personally also just like to think of it in terms of language:

you can speak their native language. it comes to you naturally. you don't have to think about it at all. it's as easy as breathing. but there is a a pretty sizeable difference between that and another person who has studied that language extensively from its history, to its evolution, and so on and so forth.

[touchmycoat]

I'm thinking about the Pride & Prejudice AU where obviously SY transmigrates as Jane and SJ is Lizzie and he's like ah, babygirl, you've got protagonist energy written all over you I'll distract the polite smiley dorky Mr. Yue at the ball for you while you nurse your ire for rich handsome rudefuck Mr. Liu, Mr. Yue's good friend, and oh obviously LBH is the soldier that comes to town having ran off with LQG's sister once before and--

suddenly brain utterly convinces itself that Hua Cheng is Lydia, and no he doesn't need to run off with Binghe, but he fully elopes the moment XL shows up and that's that

[divineandmajesticinone]

THAMEPO: HEART THAT SKIPS A BEAT (2024-2025) I EP. 1 & 6

"You know what? That could be interpreted in another way. What is it? Stop feeling for each other and take care of yourself."

[ghost-bxrd]

6k words and counting for the JayTim spite fic… 🫡

[stiffyck]

people hating a character because they very clearly misunderstand them is forever going to make me so mad

[rainbowsandwhumperflies]

The Winged Servant - 14

content warnings: unhealthy ideas about food (I'll put a more detailed warning about this in the comments but I don't want to spoil stuff here), brief discussion of religion, mention of death, begging

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“Here you go, bud.”

I stared at the plate in front of me. It was ceramic. Less detailed than what we’d had at the house, but breakable all the same. I would have to be careful, then, but I knew how to do that. The crepe itself was a different story.

“Thank you, sir,” I said anyway, beginning to scissor a piece off with my fork. Crepes were meant to be eaten with hands, I remembered, but that wasn’t how a servant was supposed to act. Not in front of other people. Really, servants weren’t supposed to eat at all in front of other people if it could be helped, but exceptions could be made when food was handed right to me.

Kieran sat down on my left, a bowl of fruit in front of him. There was mango in it. There was mango in my crepe, too, if Kieran had really put everything he’d said he would. Prince Ryan didn’t let me eat mangos when he could help it. They made my cheeks red, my lips puffy, and my throat itch, but they weren’t so bad that I could refuse them. Not by a long shot. I’d have to eat egregious amounts before I was in any real danger, so I took a small bite of the crepe.

That was- shit, that was good. It wasn’t the strawberry jam that I was used to, but the combination of flavors more than made up for it. The mangoes that I was not supposed to eat practically melted on my tongue. Or maybe it just felt that way because of the gnawing feeling in my stomach, because of the tiny portion of dinner I’d received the night before.

“I’m assuming you don’t know much about who I am,” Kieran said from his spot next to me, reminding me that he was there. I dragged my fork back and forth as I swallowed.

“His Highness Prince Ryan talked about you last night. When we were on our way to your room.”

“Yeah? What did he tell you, if you don’t mind me asking?”

I shrugged. “He said that he is more fit to run a country than you, sir. He is more fit to run a country than most people.”

“Because of his qualifications?”

“Because the Rao family has held the crown for sixteen generations. Sir. That is all the qualification they need.”

“I don’t think-” He hesitated. “Okay. Let’s take this in a new direction, actually. What’s the point of having royalty?”

The point? What was the fucking point? Did it matter? I was a servant. I wasn’t supposed to understand things like this. The point of having a ruler was for them to rule. And that’s what the Rao family did, which meant that they could not have been unfit for it.

“Um,” I said slowly. “The point of having royalty is to make things easier for people who aren’t royalty, right, sir? Like… they make decisions about important things that other people don’t understand. They protect their subjects.”

“Yes,” he agreed, and I sighed in relief, cutting another bite of my crepe off with the dull edge of my fork. It would take longer this way than with a knife or my teeth. It would give him a longer time to have this conversation in an environment where eye contact was not expected. I wondered if he’d noticed me staring at the tablecloth while he’d asked me questions with Blue. I would have to be less obvious next time.

“Yes,” he repeated, “they are supposed to make things easier. And if every citizen gets together and decides that the royalty is making things harder, why shouldn’t they pick new royalty?”

“Because that would make them traitors, sir.” That was an easier question. I knew the answer just fine for that. I took another bite of my crepe.

“Not if they succeed. If they manage to overthrow the previous royals, and put new ones in and adjust the laws, it’s no longer treason.”

“Treason is illegal whether or not you’re punished for it, sir,” I said, covering my mouth while I chewed. It had been a long time since I had eaten in front of anyone except Jayden, but I couldn’t let my manners slip now. “Even if you’re the only one who knows about it, you aren’t supposed to think treasonous things.”

“Hm.” I did not turn my head to look at him, but I could feel his eyes on me. These were different questions than he’d asked with Blue. Those had been about me. These were… philosophical, maybe, or a test of some kind. “I am the current king of Sathenn. DId you know that?”

I stared at the table. I was supposed to behave. Prince Ryan had told me to behave. But Kieran was wrong.

“Do you have an objection to that?” he asked.

I stared intently at the crepe. “... No, sir.”

“Right. You’re supposed to listen to people. I keep forgetting, sorry. If a… a well-meaning subject who was loyal to the crown had an objection… what would that objection sound like?”

“Um. Well. Sir. The royal family has the divine right to their power.”

“Divine right?” he repeated, and he almost sounded like he was holding in a laugh.

“It’s, um, a theory from hundreds of years ago, sir. Monarchies are passed through families because their bloodlines are superior.”

“I’m familiar with the concept. The most recently I’d heard, the Raos aren’t religious, though, so I’m surprised that they taught it to you. The word divine in that phrase implies that their right to rule was given to them by some sort of god.”

I frowned. I supposed that technically, Kieran was right. I hadn’t thought about that before—or rather, I hadn’t been told. I wasn’t supposed to think through it the way he was doing, I was just supposed to listen to what I was told.

“It’s not about a god, sir,” I said eventually. “Divinity is not just from religion. The first Rao royal brought back the stars. They are the reason any of the kingdoms are able to exist at all.”

“Brought back the stars, yes, because they were one of the most brilliant scientists we’ve ever seen. But there are plenty of brilliant scientists we haven’t seen.” He took another bite of his fruit, giving me a few moments to wonder what the hell he meant before he continued.

“I used to know a person who was accepted to college at the age of fourteen, but xe died before xe could graduate because Lucia had xem killed. Xe could have been brilliant, too, if xe’d been given a chance to become that. Instead of giving xem that chance, Lucia nipped it in the bud. The first Rao may have brought back the stars, but fast forward a couple centuries, and Lucia was pulling shit like making it illegal for angels to fly at playgrounds without something attaching them to the ground. When the royalty does not serve the subjects, I don’t think there’s anything wrong with starting over.”

I swallowed another bite. My tongue was starting to feel awkward in my mouth. That was fine. It would swell a bit and probably get itchy, but it would not put me in actual danger, so it was fine. It wasn’t lethal. It didn’t even affect my breathing. It was fine.

I did not see the issue with what Kieran had clearly listed as a failing of the queen. She knew better than I did what was safe at a playground. She knew better than any subjects what was safe at a playground. That was the problem with subjects deciding that their country was in need of new royalty. If the Raos truly had been unfit to rule, that was up to the Raos to decide. Not the subjects.

“It’s not technically illegal to be loyal to them,” Kieran said when I didn’t respond. “Legally, you are free to have that opinion, as long as you don't try harassing people who don’t or something. But it’s ignorant at best to pretend that they did not hurt people while they ruled.”

“Their job isn’t to help people or hurt people, sir. It’s to rule, and to make decisions that no one else does. That’s what they did.”

“I guess.” He shrugged, taking a bite of his fruit. “They could’ve ruled much better than they did, though.”

I did not look at him as I mumbled, “Yes, sir.” He started staring at my face anyway.

“Is your… mouth swelling, Onyx?”

“Yes, sir. As is the usual result of me eating mangos.”

He grabbed my hand on its way to lift my fork to my mouth. “Please tell me you’re not allergic to mangos.”

I blinked like a deer caught in headlights, glancing between my crepe and Kieran’s face. “I’m… not… allergic? Sir?”

“Please tell me the honest truth about whether or not you’re allergic to mangos,” he amended, and I nodded. His mouth set in a tight line. “I asked you if you had dietary restrictions. Why didn’t you say anything?”

How was I supposed to know this is what he’d meant? “My apologies, sir. I thought… um, my mango allergy is included in the list of foods that the royal family did not allow me to have. I was under the impression that you did not care to know what they did not give me.”

“Well, yeah, but-” He released my hand, running his own hands through his braids and tugging on the ends. “I mean, I asked if there were foods you couldn’t eat. You said you could eat whatever I saw fit.”

“And if you saw fit to give me food I was allergic to, sir, I could eat it. I am grateful for any food I receive.”

“That’s not what I meant,” he hissed.

My eyes traced the grain in the table to avoid looking at him. “My apologies, sir. I did not mean to misinterpret your command.” Would Kieran punish me? Was he allowed to, out in public, in the middle of the day? Prince Ryan wouldn’t have tolerated it. Prince Ryan was in jail at Kieran’s order.

“How allergic are you? Are you risking your breathing ability when you eat mangos? Are- are you risking your life?”

“No, sir. I’m only mildly allergic. Previously, it hasn’t resulted in any more than mild swelling and itching.”

“I don’t have angel medicine,” he said through gritted teeth.

I was frustrating him, I knew, but I didn’t know how to respond to his questions. I knew how to respond to things Prince Cardan said, or Prince Ryan, or Her Majesty, but I did not know Kieran. I did not know what he wanted from me.

“My apologies, sir,” I said again. He shook his head sharply.

“It’s fine! It’s fine. I’m glad that your allergy isn’t worse than it is.”

His shoulders were tense, and when I glanced at him, he was glaring at the table too. It was not fine. I had messed up, and I hadn’t even said all the things I was supposed to say. “My sincerest apologies for not informing you of the allergy when you wanted me to, sir. It won’t happen again, and I would be grateful if you would punish me to help me remember.”

Kieran turned his glare toward me. I flinched back. How had I forgotten already how disapproving he had been when hearing about my punishments? Of course this was not what he wanted me to say. What was I supposed to say? I could fix this. I could still fix this, couldn’t I?

He started talking before I could, reaching out and taking my plate.

“I am,” he said, and his voice broke, so he cleared his throat and started over. “I’m going to take this back to the kitchen. Stay here until I return, please.”

I stared at him in horror as he stood up with the crepe. The royal family did not permit me to beg, didn’t permit me to want things enough to beg, but this was not the royal family. And it wasn’t want that I felt as he took my plate—it was plain old hunger. I had slept for maybe four hours the night before. I had been tired and hungry before, but the royal family was careful. Prince Ryan paid attention to my body’s limits. If I continued to be deprived of both sleep and food, I would collapse soon, and then I wouldn’t be useful to anyone at all.

“Please,” I blurted out when Kieran began to walk away. “Please, I- my apologies, sir, but I didn’t mean to seem ungrateful. I can eat it.”

“Onyx, I’m not going to force you to eat something you’re allergic to.”

“But you could, sir,” I insisted. My heart was racing, and I knew my words were too fast, not making sense, but I needed the crepe back. “You wouldn’t even have to force me. I appreciate you going out of your way to have breakfast made for me, and the mango really isn’t that bad, and-”

“Onyx.”

“Please, sir,” I repeated, trying not to cry. Her Majesty hated when I did that, when I tried to make other people feel guilty about my own body’s failings, but I couldn’t quite get rid of the pinch behind my eyes. It worsened and twisted until it turned into a familiar wetness building up behind my eyes. I couldn’t cry now, not if I wanted to convince him I deserved the crepe. “Please. I didn’t even eat half of it. I’m so hungry.”

Kieran stared at me for a long moment, eventually bringing his free hand to rest on my shoulder. I held as still as I could. It was okay if he punished me. I had broken so many rules in the past few hours, he had every right to correct me, but all he did was gently squeeze my shoulder.

“You’re going to eat breakfast,” he told me softly. “I am taking your crepe back to the kitchen, and I’m having them make a different one without mango for you. Okay? I’m sorry that I wasn’t clear about that. I’m not going to punish you, and I’m not going to starve you. I know I seem frustrated right now. I’m sorry. It’s not your fault.”

A different one, he said. Without mango. For me.

He’d just apologized to me while he explained that he was making me a personalized breakfast. People weren’t supposed to apologize to me. People weren’t supposed to give things to me.

I stared up at him. I remembered what he had said about how royalty is supposed to help subjects, about how he was the king.

“Thank you, sir,” I whispered.

He nodded, and then he turned around and briskly walked back toward the kitchen.

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[starlos-soulmate]

Rotten Star was messy. Two people who misunderstood a couple situations and became messy. Heck, when Starlo and Pancake got married, MONTHS later after their rivalry ended, some of the townsfolk couldn't believe they got to that point. Some thought they were still rivals to a degree. It was that messy.

Pancake kicked Starlo in the face when they first met, after she crash landed into the Wild East one night, and thought he was gonna shoot her. Heck he had his gun out. It was self defense in her eyes. Later, Starlo saw Pancake robbing his friends. Despite the fact she said Mooch stole her stuff, she had the squirrel pinned to a wall and snarling in her face. Mooch had swipped many of her things, and that was the last straw.

Since then, they've been enemies. Pancake would rough up some monsters, steal a thing or two from Black Jack's, constantly tormented and annoyed Starlo and his posse, heck there were times she held a knife to his throat. She was a nuisance. And even tho they kinda were crushing on each other, it was messy.

When Pancake finally fell off the cliff that broke many of her bones, which Starlo was chasing and picked her up and carried her off, that's when she finally had to drop the act. Despite all she done, he still warned her about the cliff snd carried her to the hospital. That's when she decided, she was done. But despite that, she still had to fix her reputation with the townsfolk. Turning a new leaf and being seen as someone who eventually was redeemed.

Then and only then did her and Starlo's relationship finally start to grow. (Something something they only fell for each other's personas and not each other, only after did they get to see who the other truly is)

[lesbianwyllravengard]

one of the most frustrating things about autism for me personally is that. I genuinely can't think of how else to fucking say something sometimes. I'll say something, someone will (either somewhat, or wildly) misinterpret what I said, and I just. cannot think of a different or more succinct way of saying it. like yeah I could use different words. but. why can't you just listen to what I'm saying and understand it. like I can't fathom a possible different interpretation when I think I'm saying something pretty fucking clearly.

[syn4k]

im out here doing ap level analysis on this series of events trying to figure out how and why a thing happened in a decade old minecraft series

[genekies]

tag vent

[houndfaker]

i dont think ive flat out drawn kikumitsu before but the beast awoke tonight i guess

[magistralucis]

Obsessed with the fact that despite being in the middle of an ork invasion, already a highly stressful situation for his fringeworld, Oltyx had the will to orchestrate a warboss fight just to showcase + show off for his boyfriend. Lauding the Razor's glory was that important to Oltyx, even when he was tired to breaking point, even when he feared things weren't the same as before. What a starstruck kid. A smitten kitten. An angy little meow meow

[seungminnnie]

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