#these are not complaints i am very here for it

[heejamas]

nicest guy: 26. just close the door

word count: ~1.3k words + 8 screenshots

warnings: profanity, sexual jokes, weed consumption, alcohol consumption, jake and hoon hate each other, lil bit voyeurish (spoilers), very suggestive

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You don’t realize you’ve been holding your breath until you hear the floor creak outside your bedroom. The muffled sounds of FIFA commentary and Jay’s loud complaints about Sunghoon “playing like a coward” still fill the living room, but you know he’s near. You told him to come find you, and now you’re waiting, stomach twisting with anticipation.

Then, a soft knock.

"Are you gonna let me in, or was that just a power play?" His voice is low, teasing, but there’s an edge to it—a quiet challenge.

You smirk, crossing your arms. "You found my door. Congratulations. Now what?"

"Depends," he says, already pushing it open just enough to slip inside. "You locking it or am I?"

His eyes meet yours, dark and amused. He’s standing too close, just barely inside the room, like he’s testing the waters. You roll your eyes and kick the door shut with your foot, reaching over to twist the lock.

Sunghoon grins. "Oh, so this is what we’re doing?"

"You’re the one who came."

He lets out a low chuckle, shoving his hands into the pockets of his hoodie as he leans back against the door. "You told me to."

"And you listened."

He raises a brow. "Of course I did."

The tension in the room is immediate, thick enough that you can almost hear it buzzing between you. Every single detail feels too much—the way he’s watching you, the slow, lazy way he shifts his weight, the sharp line of his jaw when he smirks like that.

You should not be thinking about his jaw.

"So?" you say, forcing yourself to move, sitting on the edge of your bed, pretending your heart isn’t hammering in your chest. "How’d you even escape? Jungwon hates losing."

Sunghoon scoffs, pushing off the door. "I told them I had to take a call."

"A call?"

"A very urgent one." He leans down, bracing himself on your bed, his face way too close to yours. "From you."

You snort. "You’re ridiculous."

"You love it."

You tilt your head, biting your lip. "That’s a strong word."

"But not an incorrect one."

You laugh, shaking your head, but before you can reply, he reaches out and tugs at the hem of your hoodie. His fingers brush against the fabric, just barely ghosting over your skin. It’s such a small movement, but it sends a jolt of electricity straight through you.

You freeze. He doesn’t move away.

Your breath hitches, and when you glance up, his eyes are already on your lips.

"Y’know," he murmurs, his voice lower now, rougher. "You never told me why you wanted me here."

You swallow. "Maybe I just wanted to see you."

"Maybe?"

"Maybe," you whisper.

He gets closer, and suddenly, you’re very aware of the fact that there’s barely any space left between you. Your back hits the edge of your mattress, and he leans in, just enough for you to catch the scent of his cologne—something clean, slightly sweet, dizzying.

"Are you nervous?" he asks.

You scoff. "Of you?"

"Of this," he murmurs.

You should say no. You should roll your eyes and laugh and tell him he’s full of himself. But you can’t, because the truth is, you are nervous. Nervous of how badly you want this. You wet your lips. His gaze flickers down again, his breath coming a little sharper now.

"You keep looking at me like that," you murmur, "and I might start thinking you actually want to kiss me."

He exhales a quiet laugh. "Maybe I do."

"Maybe?"

"Maybe," he echoes, eyes dark. "You gonna let me?"

You should tease him. You should make him suffer for it, drag this moment out longer just because you can. But you don’t. You don’t want to.

Instead, you grab the front of his hoodie and pull.

Sunghoon crashes into you, his hands finding your waist as his lips meet yours—soft at first, hesitant, like he’s testing the waters. But then you sigh against his mouth, fingers curling into the fabric of his hoodie, and that’s it. He groans, deep and low, tilting his head as he kisses you harder, more desperate now, like he’s been holding back for too long.

You melt against him, letting him press you back onto the bed, his weight warm and solid above you. His hands splay across your hips, fingers digging in slightly like he doesn’t want to let go. You gasp when he bites at your bottom lip, and he laughs, pulling away just enough to murmur, "I knew you’d like it."

You smack his arm. "Shut up."

"Make me."

So you do.

Your fingers tangle in Sunghoon’s hair as he kisses you deeper, his hands sliding down to your waist, pulling you impossibly close. There’s nothing hesitant about it anymore—he kisses you like he’s making up for lost time, like he’s been thinking about this for way too long. And maybe he has.

His tongue brushes against yours, and you swear you feel him smirk when you let out a tiny, breathless sigh.

"Cocky," you murmur against his lips.

He hums, nipping at your bottom lip again, his grip on your hips tightening just slightly. "You like it."

You do. God, you do.

Your back hits the mattress as he leans over you, his weight warm and solid, the room suddenly too hot and too small. His lips trail down, moving along your jaw, just below your ear, and your breath hitches when you feel him grin against your skin.

"Sunghoon," you whisper.

"Hm?"

He’s still kissing you, still touching you, and you know you should tell him to slow down—should remind him that he literally has an audience waiting in the next room—but it’s hard to think straight when he’s right here, making you feel like you’re the only thing that matters.

His hands slip under the hem of your hoodie, just barely grazing your skin, and you swear you feel him shiver.

And then—

"BRO WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?"

Sunghoon freezes.

Jay’s voice. From the living room. Loud. Suspicious.

Then comes Jungwon: "YOU’RE LITERALLY SUPPOSED TO BE TAKING A CALL?!"

Sunghoon’s forehead drops against your shoulder.

"Oh my god," you whisper, biting your lip to keep from laughing.

"I hate them," he mutters, voice muffled against your hoodie.

"You should probably go before they come looking for you."

Sunghoon groans, but he still doesn’t move. His hands are still on your waist, his knee is still pressed between your legs, and his breath is still fanning over your neck, making it very difficult to think about anything else.

And then—

"BRO, IF YOU’RE IN THE BATHROOM, AT LEAST FLUSH!"

Taesan, this time.

Sunghoon jumps up so fast he almost falls off the bed.

"Those idiots…" He runs a hand through his hair, glaring at the door like he can incinerate them with his mind. You’re dying trying not to laugh.

"You’re the idiot for thinking they wouldn’t notice," you tease, still sprawled out on the bed, watching as he hastily straightens his hoodie.

Sunghoon glares at you. "You’re not helping."

You smirk, propping yourself up on your elbows. "You could just stay here and let them figure it out on their own."

His eyes flicker to your lips, and for a second, you think he’s actually considering it. Sunghoon sighs so dramatically that you have to bury your face in your hands to keep from absolutely losing it.

"This is so unfair," he grumbles, stepping toward the door. Before he unlocks it, though, he glances back at you, eyes dark, lips still red from kissing you.

"Don’t think this is over," he says.

You grin. "Oh, I wouldn’t dream of it."

And with that, he disappears, leaving you lying on your bed, heartbeat still racing, wondering how the hell you’re supposed to act normal after that.

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author's note: OK THAT CHAPTER MADE ME BLUSH. EVEN THOUGH IM THE ONE WHO WROTE IT.... next chapter is out on monday!! after the super bowl... im lowkey rooting for the chiefs ngl.... cry eagles cry....

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[imorynn]

︵ ✮⋆˙ 𝐝𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐤 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 | 𝙡𝙞𝙡𝙞𝙖 𝙘𝙖𝙡𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙪 ރ 𝙛𝙚𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙚!𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

︵ ✮⋆˙ ᥴꪮꪀꪻꪖ꠸ꪀᦓ : FLUFF, drunk!reader, alcohol usage, softness, hopeless!reader for lilia, lilia being a caretaker and the sweetest lover, physical affections, usage of pet names, touch!starved!reader, drunken confessions that are pretty much well known, cliché and sapphic shit I experienced and cannot get over ︵ ✮⋆˙ ᭙ᥴ : 1k+

quick note : one thought to, “oh, lilia calderu would be the sweetest girlfriend to ever exist with her drunk s/o” wounded up into this and all I can feel and see are hues of oranges, tangerines, soft reds, golds, yellows, sparks and stars while I was on cloud 9 for a few hours — I hope you enjoy !!! <3

─────── .𖥔 ݁˖✮˖ ݁𖥔. ───────

There is a patience to Lilia, a devotion so effortless, so intrinsic, that it feels like an enchantment interweaved into the very fabric of her being. And never is it more evident than in moments like these — when the weight of your intoxication has rooted profoundly between your limbs, rendering you languid and sun dappled-eyed, your voice spilling over in hazy murmurs that make impeccable sense solely to you.

She holds you close, her arm a firm but gentle band around your midsection, guiding you through the soft golden glow of your shared sanctuary. You are all movement at the beginning, all impulse, your hands reaching for items on her shop’s shelves, tugging at the silks of her sleeves, attempting, with slurred determination, to drag her toward something that has suddenly become fascinating in your clouded mind even though you have come across these items thousands of times.

And when she murmurs a soft, "baby, no, come on, let's go to bed', you protest like a child, her name stretched long in its affectionate bits, tone heavy with tipsy impatience. "I need to show you, my love, something, I don’t know where it is yet, but it’s important, it’s—”

You are liquid in her grasp, slipping and flowing, drawn to the world in a way only being drunk allows — every warm lamp, every shimmer of the beaded curtains as you both made your way through them ( or rather, she's come to recognize, she gives into your nonsensical sentences enough for you to become completely engross by uttering them to her that you barely recognize the change of scenery as she drags you away ), every shadowed outline that swayed along the walls, every gleam of silver catching the low light suddenly a wonder worth chasing.

Though Lilia, ever knowing, ever perceptive, keeps you tethered to her, her fingertips pressing insistently into your soft flesh, securing you as you try to wander. She knows your ways, knows you too well; how everything illuminates in new hues when drink lingers on your tongue, how your sly little tendencies take root, your flickering marvel with everything but still, somehow, and mostly, always her.

And oh, how she lovingly indulges you.

She listens, her mouth curving at the edges as you ramble, voice swaying between dreamlike astonishment and tiny complaints, entirely enraptured with her as though she is some celestial thing newly discovered. And to you, even in this state of supple-limbed reverie, she is; otherworldly, ethereal. You cling to her, as if proximity alone might keep her from vanishing, and she laughs, airy and betrayed with a soft snort, something bashful curling beneath the sound when you burrow yourself into her while you sit at the edge of the bed and she's standing in front of you.

“Cruel,” your murmur is thick with drowsy affection. “So cruel of space to keep you away from me like this. Or are you and the concept of space teaming up against me, huh?”

Lilia hums, entertainment whirling her whiskey-hued gaze as she presses a sweet kiss into your hairline. “I am right here, my love.”

But it is simply not enough. Not when her warmth is mere inches from you, not when she moves to ease you into fresh, soft and cozy pajamas and she barely grazes your bare skin with her touch, and the whispers of oxygen between your bodies feels like the greatest injustice within this universe.

You let out a whine, a prolonged sound wholly unguarded for her to come back, and she hushes you with a saccharine croon, guiding your gauche arms into the sleeves of a clean, long sleeve shirt you always claimed was the second-most comfortable feeling in the world besides Lilia herself. Her hands are stable, metallic rings pressing ever so slightly into your heated skin as she works, and every touch is a soothe, a promise that she is not leaving, not ever.

Fingers become greedy and cherishing as they catalog the elegant lines of her features, over the regal slope of her nose, the fine etchings of age that time has worked with grace into her skin, the way the light softens her edges.

You stare at her then, brow furrowed, irises dazed and musky with wetness but gleaming with something unbearably enamored. “You’re so beautiful,” Admiration douses your every whispered syllable, thumbs brushing a path over the swells of her cheeks. “So unfairly beautiful. Pretty. My pretty, pretty Lilia.”

How you then speak something along the lines of how her smile makes you feel like you are dissolving into love itself.

Then Lilia, for all her age, for all her wisdom, stills as your drunken confessions peel back the centuries and for a moment, just a flicker of a second, she looks young again. Not in body, not in form, but in the way her lashes flutter like the edges of a butterfly's wings beneath her eyes, the way her lips parted just vaguely, taken by surprise. The sensation is familiar — this sensibility of being gazed upon as if she were the very reason of someone's existence, but goodness gracious, it never loses its luster. Not with you.

Even drunk you are in love, you are a poet, mapping the delicate silver in her locks with your fingers, each strand conveying a story you so desperately wished to learn by heart. Your words, though unclear, hold such conviction, such dizzying sincerity, that Lilia is left breathless, humbled by the depth of your love.

A quiet guardian of your untamed spirit she is, settling herself onto the mattress and tugging you into her homely embrace before you could try to form the idea in getting up to rove around the room and further.

Baby, doll, my love, darling, angel, sweetheart, sweet girl, honey.

Even pet names in her mother language were aerated against your temple before sealing them with a sweet kiss, lips and endearments skimming across the apple of your cheeks, the curve of your forehead, reaching every corner of your being where love collects like morning dew.

"Behave for momma, darling girl," She is speaking to you in such honey-soaked croons, lilted with firmness that portrays her gentlest, most instinctive protectiveness when you try slipping away from her.

Utterances are tenderly pressed into the flushed skin of your cheekbone as you protest in indignation, too busy letting petulant complaints tumble out of your mouth that you are oblivious of the soft grin she harbored as she chuckled.

Her fingers start grazing the side of your face, the chilled silver of her rings gliding over your fevered skin, soon ascending to brush through the pieces of hair adorning the crown of your forehead. She then tucks you into her bosom, placing her chin at the top of your head with a low 'hush now' exhaled as you try writhing in order to sit up, drowning out your mumbled words from the slumber overcoming you, finding solace in her heartbeat, your arms winding around her in lazy devotion.

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[kayselyn-axe-the-third-goddamnit]

If parasites used to be eliotropes, now it's iops!)

Well, the release of Bestiale is just around the corner, and as a person who was waiting for it and was very upset with how this project looks now, I am going to express my opinion. I apologize in advance if my language is rude - I only have complaints and do not want to offend anyone. Also, in this post, not only the Bestiale series will be mentioned, but also other works by ankama, including animated series, games and comics.

Unfortunately, I do not have the opportunity to get acquainted with many of them now due to studies and health problems, so feel free to point out errors that may be in the text - I will be very grateful. And now - let's go!

Narrative plan:

🥇🥈🥉1) W12 races and favoritism among them;

🥊2) Iops characters;

❗3) What's the problem

🌊4) Bestiale;

🐉5) "Year of Osamodas";

🥇🥈🥉1) Races of the World of Twelve And favoritism among them;

The World of Twelve is a planet, a fantasy world where the events of all (with rare exceptions) stories of the krosmoz universe take place. This world is inhabited by people of many races/classes, which are revealed to varying degrees. Despite how Tot has recently abandoned the old canon and is having fun with fanfiction, I still suggest using marks that will indicate the degree to which we know about a particular race. (Important: the table is quite subjective and was compiled by me as an average consumer of content, so it does not claim to be absolutely accurate. I only write what I see.)

Marks: ❤️ = good, 💚 = not bad; 🩵 = little information, 🖤 = unknown / very little information;

Races:

1) Sadida ❤️;

2) Feca🖤;

3) Cra🩵;

4) Eniripsa🖤;

5) Osamodas🖤;

6) Sacrier 🖤;

7) Pandawa🖤;

8) Ecaflip💚;

9) Ouginak🖤;

10) Xelor🖤;

11) Iop🩵;

12) Enutrof🖤;

13) Zobal/Masqueraider🖤;

14) Foggernaut🩵;

15) Huppermage💚;

16) Rogue🖤;

17) Sram🖤;

18) Forgelance🩵;

19) Eliatropes and Eliotropes (formerly) ❤️;

20) Classless Humans 🖤;

21) Monsters and Others 🖤;

Even though we don't know much about Iop culture, they're literally everywhere because for some unknown reason Ankama loves them almost as much as Elia(o)tropes (Eliotropes were a waste of time and resources - are you ready for this conversation or not). Almost every project in the krosmoz universe has at least one Iop, and they look REALLY bad. I'll explain why I don't like them later, but first I'll give you a list of characters to back it up.

🥊2) Iop Characters;

When I say Iops are literally everywhere, I mean it. I want to point out that I haven't read the Dofus manga or the Ogrest manga, so I might be wrong in some places. I apologize in advance. Here's a list of Iop characters and roles, I think that's it:

1) Tristepin. Wakfu series (main characters), Wakfu manga (main characters), OVA (main characters), Waven (main characters). Also appears in other works as Iop God;

2) Goultard. Wakfu series (minor character), Waven (minor character), OVA (background character), Dofus Magna ( main characters), the protagonist of his own short film;

3) Eleley. Wakfu series (minor character), OVA (minor character), Wakfu manga (minor character), Waven* series (main character);

4) Pin. Wakfu series (minor character), Waven* series (main character);

5) Iop God . Wakfu (past incarnation of one of the main characters), Ogrest manga (minor character), Savara* (minor character or npc);

6) Khan. Dofus: Julith (minor character), Dofus mmorpg (npc), Welsh and Shedar* (minor character);

7) Bist. Lance Dur series (minor character), Lance Dur webtoon (minor character);

8) Karn. Bestiale* (main characters), Savara* (npc);

9) Savara. Savara* (main character);

*The featured animation/game product has not yet been released at the time of writing or has been abandoned;

As you can see, there are quite a few iops in important roles.

❗3) What's the problem

In short: iops are CtrlC+CtrlV dummies that the creators of the universe play with instead of developing the universe (the same goes for eliatropes/eliopropes).

With rare exceptions, all iops look something like this: proud, very strong, sometimes not particularly smart, fight well and love to do it. Of course, each of them will have some individual traits, but they all remain a set of the above qualities (with rare exceptions). I won't even talk about the design - it's decadence and boredom (especially hairstyles - most often they are LITERALLY THE SAME).

Iops, as a rule, are needed to please the viewer with their image and it works, but apart from their charm (I still don't understand why they are loved so much) they bring nothing else. No lore, no interesting information, which will tell us something new (besides the character itmself). I can forgive mistakes in creating a story, but I don't forgive monotony.

And it would seem: if so, then you can create a character of another race and start revealing other peoples. Give content for fans of another class that are part of your own audience too. Even if it was never the main goal of the show, it would be cool to have some variety even in small amounts, right? NO! Every time we get a red-headed goof created for crowd entertainment. What about the other races? I'm not interested in watching iops - I want to understand what the world of twelve is, we barely know anything about it! Have you even seen the official map of the world of twelve? There are a HUGE number of regions and places that you can ONLY learn something about if you play Dofus/Wakfu/ect.! Moreover, Ankama still creates new classes, but they do not get enough attention, only the basic minimum. What about the old ones? How much, for example, do we know about srams or zobals?

This universe has been around for ten years for sure, and I want to know more about it, about the others, not read another Tot fanfic about some silly-billy! Ankama. What. Is. This.

And don't get me wrong - I don't hate Iops, I actually like some of them. But they get TOO MUCH attention and because they bring so little new to the table, it's very hard to take Iops seriously. You just see wasted potential and every new character starts to irritate you.

Okay, I'm starting to get too angry, so let's move on. Sorry for the bombing.

🌊4) Bestiale;

Ugh, there will be a lot of complaining here too.

In fact, I didn't have any strong complaints about Karn's character until he was announced as the second main character. I don't mind him having having lots of fans' attention at all - let people enjoy what they like. But the creators of the show already give preference to him - he got the status of the main character, he is in the trailers, has some kind of biography, appears in the game and it is him, and not Yrehn, that we see in the videos advertising the series. Although there was no need for this. At all.

The main character herself appears only in the trailer and apart from the notes from the designer, we know nothing about her at all (well, she also has a special connection with Ilanthe, you could guess about it from the trailer, thanks). Are you serious?? I was expecting a cartoon about this girl saving her friend from a poacher, but it looks like they're making a cartoon about a POACHER guy who gets in the way of a teenage girl. I don't have any expectations for Bestiale, but as an osamodas fan, I was really looking forward to this series specifically because of Yrehn - and now she's being overshadowed by someone who used to only appear in an early poster. And I don't care if he's cool, a good father(yes, fatherhood doesn't mean anything, it's a cheap trick), and can cook - now I'm not going to like this character, even though his type's one of my favorites.

It would have been so much cooler if he stayed a villain (hello, i am a villain enjoyer) - but apparently Ankama lacks guts i guess. Plus, he would have been fresher and more interesting if he was a sacrier or a sram instead of the typical Iop. Remember the sacrier fight scenes? I think those two would have had so much more potential!

Anyway, I just hope Yrehn's arc doesn't get overshadowed. I'm really upset

🐉5) "Year of Osamodas";

And as a conclusion, I will add that this year Tot declared the year of Osamodas, deciding to start with a series where Yrehn (osamodas) shares the place of the main character with an iop, who is given so much attention that there is no budget left for the animation of the FIRST PROTAGONIST's tail. Oh, and there is also a whole game about iops coming out, where the main character is Karn's daughter, also an iop, obviously (but she also could be any other race since she's adopted) .Perhaps Yrehn will appear there. Happy year of Osamodas, thanks for your attention!))

(Sorry if it's too emotional or too many mistakes ,my English is not so good)

[pagerunner-j]

Fair warning, this is probably going to be incoherent. I haven't slept much and I am in a mood.

-

I have so many criticisms of CR campaign 3, and a fair few about the finale in particular, but here's where I'm drawing a line in the sand. The sort of complaints from people who've put all their energy into clinging onto a pet tragedy, and then whining about how this story "undoes" it, are doing my head in. It's exactly like the complaints about Donna's story in the DW 60th anniversary specials and I hated hearing it then, too. Because a plot that's still willing to grapple with the long-term effects of something tragic, even though the story eventually turns in a different direction, doesn't erase the fact that the tragedy happened. It's just a story that's willing to let its characters change and circumstances soften until eventually, finally, they might find somewhere to put those burdens down. It's a story that's willing to take a breather in the end and be kind.

What in the world is wrong with that?

Seriously, that's the part we're choosing to be up in arms about?

This?

There's a very real point at which I feel like this attitude is a twisted-up mess of some weird sort of sunk-cost fallacy, crossed with grimdark nonsense. Like, to return to DW, Sally Sparrow brooding through life going "sad is happy for deep people" was not supposed to be aspirational. That was self-absorbed drama-queen bullshit from the get-go. Spending all your time wallowing in misery (and especially other people's misery. Fictional misery, even. I mean, how selfish is that? You want all the woe in the world to be melodramatic about, but none of the personal consequences you claim to be All About, because ugh, that might...suck...? Yeah, no kidding) and pretending that that's more real and worthy and smart, and that it gives you a superior perspective to everyone else? It doesn't. It's not a healthy way to live. And insisting that everyone else has to put up with a sad thing forever, too, because you've pinned that much importance and your own self-worth on it, is really just you dumping your own misery on everyone else in order to go on proving your case.

And it is so much worse (warning here from Editor Page: personal rant ahead, because yeah, this is why I'm getting so angry and frustrated) to do that straight at people who've lived through years of very real tragedy, who are desperate for any of that to get lifted and find reasons to keep trudging on, somehow, somehow, wanting some shred of hope fucking anywhere, please, and who really don't need sanctimonious lectures about someone else's own supposedly superior understanding and how I guess people are just shallow and stupid if they aren't willing to wallow in the murk forever while droning on about how that means they know better. Even if they fucking don't. Give it a rest.

...and, um, yeah, that might be me projecting a wee bit. just possibly.

But I'm exhausted with listening to people who maybe need to stop listening to themselves talk for a bit and could use a smack upside the head with the perspective stick once in a while.

The perspective stick I'm holding says this:

The consequences you won't shut up about still happened. And "consequences" doesn't only mean misery and death and that's it forever. As far as I'm concerned, consequences matter a whole lot more if you still have to live with it. That you have to accept that certain things have permanently changed you and you're still bearing the marks, and even if something good comes along, you're still going to have to do the work to figure out how you fit with that, now. But that still doesn't exclude the possibility that better things could come of it. If you can't believe that, what's the point?

Groaning on about how tragedy is forever and it's worthless if it isn't is honestly the easy, lazy, selfish way out. It's collapsing under grief and then insisting that the rest of the world does, too, because otherwise you're feeling called out and invalidated about the fact that you gave in. And personally, especially after spending a good decade absolutely clinging on by my fingernails trying not to do the same, I'm not fucking here for that. Ever.

So yeah. tl;dr: Some of y'all self-absorbed drama queens need to get the fuck over yourselves and try letting some joy back into your lives once in a while.

Rant ends.

*faceplants into a pillow*

[waltwhitmansbeard]

i’m going to once again create a “giant ass numbered list,” because this is how i organize my thoughts. i’m sorry if that’s not how you’d like to read them, but that’s how things make sense to me.

there are few things more condescending than giving a grammar lesson to a person with a degree in english. i am good, thank you. beginning a thought with “but” does not, in fact, dismiss or negate all that came before it. it can also be an acknowledgement that two things can be true at the same time.

my purpose in acknowledging that everyone has a right to their opinions was not meant to discourage people from sharing them. just as someone else on here has the right to say what they did or did not like about the c3 finale or anything else about cr, so too do i have the right, even preemptively, to share my opinions about those opinions. this is how discourse works. yes, i did anticipate what some of those criticisms would be, because i’ve seen them in the past and i found them lacking then as i would now. this website is filled with opinions, and people rolling their eyes at those opinions, and people complaining about those eye rolls—it’s kind of what we’re here to do.

i don’t in fact think that people who expect the finale to prominently feature the c3 pcs to be silly. luckily, it did just that. i don’t in fact think that the people who expect cr to be “narratively satisfying” to be silly, but i think we can all agree that we have different ideas about what narrative satisfaction looks like. i do also think, again, that what narrative satisfaction looks like in a d&d actual play has to differ from what it looks like in traditional media, and in my personal experience, complaints that i have seem about the narrative of cr and c3 specifically do not take that into account, which is why i wanted to talk about it.

i tried very hard to keep my tone neutral and calm in all of my comments on this thread. it certainly was never my intention to condescend to anyone, and i apologize if that’s how my words were interpreted. i think it’s pretty safe to say though that of everyone to participate in this thread so far, you have far and away been the most condescending in how you spoke to me. i am not a child. please do not speak to me as such. i was not insulted by the original replier, because i am not insulted by differences of opinion. you, however, were absolutely rude in how you phrased…basically everything. “the call is coming from inside the house”? as gently as possible, kindly fuck off.

to be clear, i actually don’t think the people who dislike the presence of vm/m9 in c3 are silly. i don’t think people who dislike any particular aspect of a campaign are silly, just as i didn’t love the aeor arc. what i think is silly, yes, is the idea that one’s personal preferences for the story are in some way paramount to the enjoyment of the players, which, again, is a sentiment i very much have seen for myself in the past. and yeah, today, at the culmination of over ten years of amazing work, i wanted to come out and remind people what and who critical role is for. we the audience are very much on that list, but we are not at the top.

i know some people are going to be upset by how much time vox machina and the mighty nein took up during this finale, so i want to say a couple of things

these campaigns have always been and will always be for the entertainment and enjoyment of matt and his players, first and foremost. their good time has always been and will always been more important than that of the audience, which has been invited in to watch something that existed before we even knew about it. we are of course entitled to our opinions about what we watch, but it's important to remember that those opinions will never, ever matter as much as those of the people around the table.

it is an unspeakable feat of storytelling, collaboration, creativity, and friendship for these people to have done what they just did. over ten years (well over, including the time they played pre-stream) of building a narrative that spanned decades and continents and planes and celestials bodies, of making decisions and seeing their consequences out to the fullest, of bringing to life characters that felt more genuine and real than anything one can find on the silver screen—this is the kind of expansive storytelling that marvel thought it was doing with the mcu. to be able to tell a story so powerful that it cannot reasonably contained within the confines of distinct d&d campaigns is a staggering accomplishment, and we're all lucky to bear witness to it.

it is no one else's fault if you only watched c3, or weren't caught up on c1/2 when you watched the finale, or if you didn't like c1/2 but did like c3. again, you're entitled to your opinions and to how you spend your time, but this story did not begin in jrusar, so it is unreasonable to expect it to end there.

no one, including you, benefits by being salty that these people were having fun. no one, including you, is made better by your dissatisfaction with how these people chose together to tell this story. i have read countless books and watched countless tv shows and films in my life, and none of the stories therein have been told exactly the way i would have told them, and that's what i love so much about being human. if i'd been at that table, of course i would have made different decisions, and of course you would have too. but we got to see these decisions, and these consequences, and the ephemeralness of that is so beautiful i could cry.

as i have i said eight billion times before, and will probably have to say eight billion times again, critical role is not a tv show. critical role is not a novel. critical role does not have a writer's room or a five-year plan. (well, matt might, but not in the moment.) critical role is a story that happens in the moment, a story built on matt's careful planning and the players' in-the-moment decisions and, of course, the rolls of the dice. if you are holding this kind of story to the narrative standards of something crafted for the sole purpose of entertaining an audience, you are always, always going to be disappointed.

[kindahoping4forever]

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[levemetal]

I wish I was better at backgrounds. For now I shall yeet the blur on the bg. What's going on here? Idk. Post PIDW Qijiu, no I will not explain. A painting study that escalated.

[kurosagihater]

ahaha yes let's do this with Romeo with the current understanding i hv about him (this is very much biased)

To begin, I think I have a thing for guys who fell from grace yet still act all mighty and proud and obnoxious as if the world should be handed to them on a silver platter (and I would fucking do it if I could. You have no idea how much I want to) but they actually worked hard to get to where they at. Before I liked him I liked Izumi (enstars) and I guess that's what they both have in common. I do have a taste. I hate that they're my taste sometimes (No I don't).

To be honest I won't argue much if people say they don't like his personality. I acknowledged the fact that he chased his junior with a literal weapon, stripped them, and confined them in a cage like he's treating some animal (sorry Kaito). He got his ambition and honestly... I get it. He's not afraid to take risk and he knows how to get things done, even though some of them aren't fair to others sometimes.

I don't wanna agree with the whole pretty privilege thing but believe me when I say I will follow through with it if it's him. God it feels so fucked up for me to type that but idk how else to explain it. "So you just like him because he's pretty?" fuck idk. maybe? I would still like him even without understanding his character lmao. But tell me why I would sit in silence for a whole night staring at nothingness every time I think of his stigma? Or his bad leg?

"He complaints a lot." They're all justified in my eyes. Man got high standards and it's people around him that are incompetent (I'm kidding). But hey, time is money and he won't be wasting any.

It amaze me how he can juggle everything all at once. Taking care of his appearance, taking care of the casino, taking care of Taiga. I would've lost my mind if I were him. I can't even keep a simple routine for myself like having a decent sleep and eating schedule (it's currently midnight as I'm typing this). Whatever fuel he has to keep himself going, I need that. (Is it revenge, I wonder...). And I need to keep my priorities straight but fffuuuuuck it's so difficult.

"He's selfish." I prefer other term like goal oriented. He's strict on himself and others (but not in Luca's "hard on others hard on himself" way). On the contrary, I, myself, leans more into the selfless category, and I got hurt a lot by that. I'd look at him and deep down I wish I can be a little selfish too. Just for myself. But at the same time I'd be haunted by the guilt that hasn't even come and I'd back out so fast. I am so sorry for being a loser, Romeo.

He's neither an optimist nor pessimist—he's a realist. At least to me. And he makes me want to be a better person—as weird as that sounds since we're talking about Romeo here.

I need more of his past, please. It'd hurt me most likely but I'll take any crumbs. He might bitch a lot but he's my bitch <3 (im sorry romeo pls put the gun down)

I draw the line at people calling him ugly. You will NOT put that word in the same sentence as him IDC IDC. If anyone ever say that we will argue sorry not sorry <3

And I wish people wouldn't reduce him to like a tsundere or smth. I mean he is one but come on...

That should be all for this. I can go on and on about the things I love about Romeo bcs I'm blinded like that LOL. The easiest thing is to say I like him because he's pretty so so fucking pretty I'd give him the world in its entirety. It'll save you the trouble from hearing my (more or less nonsensical) reasonings.

tkdb fans- reblog this post with your best defense for your favorite! I'm trying to understand what everyone likes about each character :D

[the---hermit]

Not me adding annotations to a book to make it more accessible for my mom when she will read it

[carnivalls]

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See the thing is. I know I'm good at writing. Like I have my weak areas or things I need to improve in, but it's not a skill I otherwise spend a lot of time feeling insecure about because a) if I don't believe in my writing literally who will b) if I want to publish my writing I ought to at least feel a resting level of good about it because editors and agents likely will not be cradling my face like a prize cat and telling me how talented I am while asking for their edits c) I've always had an audience for my writing even at its worst– I started sharing my original works online when I was around 16 & that really helped sell to me the idea of 'there will always be someone out there who likes what you do' d) untalented men never think this hard about the quality of their works and they always end up published anyway and e) I don't have many other thoroughly developed skills so why not have one I feel good about. Having said this. Awkward feeling to realize you're one of the authorial weak links in your postgraduate creative writing degree's social circle

[i-am-just-a-skeleton]

gahhhh i hate being tired i hate that i get tired so easily i hate that it takes me so long to recover properly from just a few days of Doing Things (not even proper big events! just three or so days in a row of doing one or two non-routine activities/things that involve leaving the house! whyy!)

[heavenshardware]

Hi. I have so many thoughts on this that i cannot even hide in the tags. there was a rant i originally posted here a couple weeks ago but i quickly deleted it because i noticed i was part of a serious minority of people who hated the s4 ending But since there are more of us than previously thought im just gonna bullet point it out: (disclaimer it’s been a Hot minute since i’ve relistened to s4 im just writing what comes to mind)

- my main complaint that really all of my other complaints fall under is just that it was incredibly anticlimactic. i feel that they really did just set the stakes too high with how the latter half of s4 was written and there was no sensible way to knock all of the points they set up down? it just felt MESSY. don’t even get me started on how useless i think the addition of riemann is

- most deaths to me felt like cop-out after cop-out. though i will say that young’s death felt like a good decision and i did enjoy it, keplers death was. hm. Hhhhhmmmmmm. His death felt so anticlimactic to me which was incredibly disappointing for a character who’s very foundation is his hubris of egoism. yeah i suppose the end of his arc could be the destruction of his hedonism but the main reason WHY i didn’t like it was because it almost felt like they were trying to convince me that kepler changed last minute. he didn’t! though round, his character is pretty static to me. something about 18 ulterior motives. did he care about humanity? yes! did he care about his team? Sure. but his feelings on goddard overall didn’t really. he’s always felt the same like he had his personhood stolen from him, but was it ever really there? he’s an artist! he’s got a flair for the dramatic and that’s that. and his death felt purely like it was because no one knew how to tie up his arc. and cutters death was just fuckin LAME. i remember listening to it and just going “what? that’s it?” sure mcguffins harpoon but ughhhh IM CALLING COP OUT

- hera and pryce frustrated me. so. fucking. bad. the way hera’s ptsd was treated in the end oh i CANT. compared to memoria and am i alone now it was AWFUL AWFUL. the very climax in her character was dedicated to her acknowledging that her ptsd was incurable as it literally is just a festering tumor in her code and the only thing she can do is learn to live with it. and then. only for them to throw that out the window and go “what if pryce was manipulated too? surely that would add nuance” And then just. Forgot to add said nuance in. keeping pryce around [hera] was definitely a choice imo. i don’t like how immediately forgiving everyone was. and also i hate the amnesiac/“it was all a dream” trope. so much.

- …speaking of the amnesiac trope. eiffels memory loss greatly frustrates me every time i think about it and i can’t really elaborate on why outside of It Just Doesn’t Make Sense. the reasons i see for Why it could have happened is 1. to show the super meta ness of wolf and how it challenges what makes you, you and for what you are without all of your traumas. 2. because wouldn’t it be funny if he worked so hard to get what he wanted but couldn’t even reap what he sowed? but i just. the way they immediately have him just go Man Old me was a Jerk right Minkowski! I dunno. it just ticked me off

I feel like for kepler and eiffel especially i would have enjoyed the finale a lot more if they had faced a couple more detrimental consequences of their actions. I don’t know how i would’ve done it myself but that’s what i think.

TLDR: too messy and anticlimactic for my taste

You know i always kind of assumed i was in the minority of this but as i talk more about wolf 359 here and there i see more people expressing problems with the end of season 4 so i want to ask. Im tapping at the bars of my enclosure. What Did you guys think of the latter half of season 4? And the finale? Can i hear some thoughts on that?

[readingwriter92]

rewatching the night of the doctor eight times in a row single handedly making me want to listen to all the mcgann BFAs bc good lord i'm obsessed.

I gotta look around bc genuinely i kinda do want some like. before he joins the time war era shit. It just- the line alone of like. "I'm one of the good ones" "Who can tell the difference anymore" shit like FUCKKK

[midnightwind]

you can tell I went into the tag after not looking for 2 days huh

[feyrevelry]

He settled himself onto the grass as far from Nil as the clearing allowed, pointedly avoiding so much as a glance in his direction and swatting insects away every now and then. His silks were wholly unsuited for such conditions, and he felt the cold begin to creep in, seeping through fabric too fine for real protection.

But he made no complaint.

Instead, he wrapped his arms around himself, shoulders curling inward as if he could somehow preserve his own warmth. Silent tears slipped down his cheeks, but he made no move to wipe them away. No matter how much he pitied himself at this moment, he refused to let Nil see.

Could he even trust him? What a terrible thing, to know he was dependent on him.

Sylverian’s gaze drifted to the direhorse, a massive beast that should have struck fear into his heart. Yet, Sylverian wasn’t afraid ; at least not as one might have expected from the noble. He had always loved animals and nature. It was an odd contradiction, how he balked at the idea of being licked by a dog larger than his pampered Princess, or how he felt so out of place here, and at the very same time feel so drawn to the wilds.

It was in his blood.

A soft shimmer danced in his tear-filled eyes as he reached within himself, tapping into the magic that thrummed in his blood — the magic his mother always warned him about — weaving an invisible thread between him and the direhorse. Though no words left his lips, she could hear him.

I don’t belong here. I am scared.... A pause. He hastily wiped tears from his cheeks. You know his heart, don’t you? Please... I need to know… Can I trust him?

Ah, looked like Sylverian was the blinded-by-anger type. Nil had thought the bandit attack would've knocked that noble ego down a step or two. Maybe that was expecting too much of the other's desperation for comfort. "And you think my worth is determined by your judgement?" Nil replied coolly. He couldn't resist one dig, after what his frustrating honor had dragged him into.

The tightest strain of the tension slackened with the interruption of another itchbiter. Nil managed to hold back a snicker. Sylverian would only get any balm on that second bite if he asked nicely.

For now, Nil just held onto his smirk while he strode past the noble toward his camp. Already proving me wrong, a little. "Follow me."

It wasn't a long walk back, so Nil didn't bother trying for conversation. Besides, he'd had enough of his every word being taken as an attack or insult. Instead, once they were in the clearing again, he crossed to Kaanti first for a firm stroke and pat to her neck. She whickered softly in response, nudging her nose against his side. A bit more of Nil's tension unwound. He checked on the carriage horses as well, approaching them slower and finding his touch tolerated. They still seemed somewhat wary of his direhorse, but that was expected.

Only after did Nil feed another piece of wood to the campfire and sit beside it again. Leaning on his palms, he spared barely a glance for Sylverian before turning his gaze upward to watch smoke furl and dissipate against the darkening sky.

[oleanderspride]

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