#this is in fact- not a short one

[fancifulflora]

surprise. its me, sol. but with sunglasses

gonna request ❝  sometimes you amaze me—i mean you always do.  but you have such intuition and real wisdom about things.  i like understanding the way you see the world.  ❞ for rozerîn! mayhaps,,,, high school/college au?

once again, ty

*fades away*

hahaha nice seeing you again, I haven't done au in a long while but I'm excited to give this one a shot

(For this modern! AU. Rozerin is a college student along with you btw)

I'm trying my best to reign in on the length of my writing and keep things short and sweet so let's hope I can keep to that.

Rozerîn was someone you rarely saw around campus, partially due to how busy she was- volunteering in her free time, studying when she needed to, and participating in all her club activities scheduled throughout the week.

It also didn't help that the two of you majored in different areas.

Nevertheless, she always made the effort to meet up with you on Saturdays like this- utilizing the time you two had together to reconnect; catch up.

Sadly, there would be little time for eating sweets over tea today- as the due date for your humanities paper had suddenly crept up on you.

"I should recommend you my scheduling app," Rozerîn mused, entering the library's study room and shutting the door behind her with a soft click, "How far along are you now?"

She did you a mercy by ignoring the eyebags formed on your face, especially since it was a normal occurrence among college students anyway.

You sigh, rubbing your eyes as if brute force alone could wipe the weariness from your face- the intoxicating scent of coffee filling your little prison cell. "Not nearly far enough. Ugh. These core classes are killing me, Rosie- killing me."

She has the decency to look away and hide her amusement at your predicament before sitting across from you- pulling your textbooks over to her side of the table.

"Here, let me see what you're working on," Rozerîn offered, taking a look at the assignment you had forgotten about.

While she busied herself with catching up on the dire situation at hand, you helped yourself to the stiff cardboard tray of drinks she had brought.

Tea, coffee- iced and cold options too.

There was a sweet scent in the air as well, did she get the two of you pastries?

Selecting your choice of drink you took a small sip, sampling the flavor. "Rozerîn, don't get me wrong-" You begin, turning the cup in your hand around and inspecting it while she read. "I always appreciate everything and anything you do but I have to ask, why'd you get so much?"

Did she really expect the two of you to be here all day?

She scrunched up her face at the question, a small bit of color dusting her cheeks- keeping her eyes trained on the work in front of her.

"You didn't tell me what you wanted when I was at the coffee shop, so I grabbed a little bit of everything."

Raising an eyebrow at her words, you check your phone.

A single text notification.

Dang.

"Sorry about that, here," You put down your drink and go rifling for some money, holding out some bills to your study partner who was giving you an indiscernible look. "Let me pay."

"Nonsense," Rozerîn shook her head, pushing the money back at you with a smile. "You can pay me back by getting this work done."

You relented, knowing that Rozerîn's case was a special one. She had gotten into university on the back of a small army of scholarships- so many that she was practically being paid to go to school at this point.

Taking your work back from your study partner, you noticed the small changes and notes already marked on your work. Unsurprisingly, it seemed that Rosie was well-versed in your coursework.

"Did you take this class?" You ask curiously, eyes flipping to your laptop to finalize the recommended edits. Humanities was a core course everyone had to take, yes, but most of the brightest students always had some high school course or two to waive the requirement altogether.

Rozerîn shook her head, taking her own drink from the nearby tray- her free hand raiding her bag for the pastries she was hiding out of your reach. "Not this particular class, but I've taken quite a few of the courses they offer here."

"Making the most of your scholarship?" You joke, happily taking a treat when Rosie offers up a large brown bag at you. "Didn't think you were interested in those courses."

"It may not be my major," Rozerîn hummed, taking another drawn-out sip from her drink. "But I find those courses to be equally fascinating as they are important."

You look up from your laptop, biting down on your lip to keep from smiling.

That storm-grey look of hers shone with a familiar light behind them- a light that seemed to only appear when she spoke of the things that she was passionate about.

"What do you mean?" You ask innocently- though it was mostly to keep her talking, to catch a glimpse of the stars that glowed behind the clouds of grey in her eyes.

"Philosophy, art history, literature analysis- it's so easy to overlook the importance of these classes because there's no studies or 'evidence' to back them in the same way the sciences and math courses do."

You nod, typing up some notes for your paper while Rozerîn takes a tiny nibble of her pastry- a hand lightly smacking the desk as she continues.

"But without those courses, how can someone truly understand other people- past or present? You'd never be able to understand the human condition reflected in the art and writing of the past. You'd never be able to connect with other people; empathize with them, if you have little understanding of their values- both religion and philosophy fundamental in that."

By now you had stopped your typing, instead training your gaze onto her sharp features as Rozerîn crossed her arms- her gaze distant.

"I love science- adore it, but science without humanity is cruel. Reason- logic without compassion; heartless."

Her body froze, Rozerîn realizing just that she had been ranting, and if you were to bet on it- your gaze on her was not helping.

"Sorry!" she blurted, hiding her dark red face behind a curtain of black hair. "I got carried away."

Her meek voice squeezed your heart, your hand reaching for hers without hesitation- lacing your fingers together.

"Don't be, honestly, I love it." You admit, watching with amusement as Rozerîn covered her lips with her free hand in an attempt to hide her smile from the world.

From you.

"Is...is that so?" she breathes, unable to hide the joy in her voice as easily as she did her smile- the squeeze you gave her hand drawing her back to you.

"Of course," You nod in earnest, her reaction to the praise bringing out a bolder side of yourself. "Sometimes you amaze me if I'm going to be honest—I mean you always do."

"Flatter." her accusatory tone was light, the small attempt to swat at your words falling upon deaf ears.

"You just have such intuition and a real wisdom about most things. I like understanding the way you see the world."

It was a beautiful way to see it.

Rozerîn was at her limit now, pulling back her hand so she could hide behind both at once- head shaking at the barrage of sincere praise she was suddenly receiving.

"Enough, spare my poor heart" Now it was her turn to groan- the poor student hunched over in her seat. "Let's just... go back to your work."

So cute.

Turning your attention back to your paper was a struggle of self-control, but one you won out in the end. You had a lot more ideas to work with now, thanks to Rozerîn and even if you were to hit a wall, you knew she'd be there to help guide you out of it.

She'd just need some time to recover first.

[decaffeinatedpartymuggoop]

My favorite thing about Annabeth is her wardrobe.

Cause like, Rick simplifies her clothes in a way a man would, and you can tell.

Cause in EVERY book, from The Lightning Thief to Chalice, she’s in the goddamn CHB shirt. With like some shorts or cargo pants. Nothing more, nothing less.

He’s made improvements over the years, giving her some other clothes. But he’ll always come back to old faithful.

Like, he most definitely did it on accident, but he made her so Adam Sandler and I love it

[zeropro]

Yellow boys!

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Breaking Bread, and Spilling Soup.

[Bonus art]

[First] Prev <–-> Next

[gemgdynamight0]

"thank you senpai.... for letting me live" THIS LINE ALWAYS MAKES ME WANNA SCREAM AND CRY STOP THIS

[cozylittleartblog]

scribbling ultrakill at da fucking Air Port ✈

[specterthief]

ah dungeon meshi

[lucabyte]

So does anybody else ever think about how Loop felt the need to demonstrate that the party's deaths wouldn't have any effect on the loops. I know I do but that's besides the point. Anyway I don't think Loop actually needs to bathe, they just like to feel included.

[sunhealings]

PAPERMAN (2012) dir. John Kahrs

[marionette-j2x]

The Stanley Parable: New Script AU

CHAPTER 1: "The First Intruder"

(CW: Flashing/Glitching/Uncanny Valley)

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@insomniphic @blackkatdraws2 *wink wonk*

[chiropteracupola]

iskierka iskierkaaaaaa my honeycake my thousand-times darling i love you i love you i love you i love youuuu

[missescalientee]

Learning and Playing games

Continuing this thing that is to say finally lining old art XD

Hide and Seek is their favorite game especially since it helps teach Lief how to blend in and hide from critters bigger than he is

Also Lief will only listen to his mama, she knows everything after all.

This is before they get Rhonda so they've mostly been hiding out in abandoned buildings, in the trees, and in underground burrows

Once they get Rhonda they have a mobile home, and a best friend for life 💗

@spjs

[layaart]

some more of the colourways I made of my timewar pattern!

[autumnblooms]

Ekko: Can you guys not? For like, five minutes?

Caitlyn & Vi: *that one making out meme*

[emoreooo]

one day i’ll grow even taller than my brother, you’ll see !!

[rubberduckyrye]

Okay in all seriousness. There's something that I REALLY want to talk about as an open discussion with the fandom, but. This is not going to be a very nice thing to hear/talk about.

It's about how Gonta is treated by the fandom.

As a fan of all the V3 characters now, and as someone who has always been a fan of Gonta, and as someone who has many mental disabilities and two diagnosed neurodivergancies... I'm tired of playing nice about it.

You all need to stop being ableist towards Gonta.

I've mentioned in the past that I don't like shitting on personal interpretations. I don't like saying something is or is not canon because narration is just a big web of text that you try to decipher with your own personal biases, experiences, and thoughts. That's why two literary analysts analyzing the same text with the same literary criticism rules can come to wildly different conclusions--why people develop different headcanons from the same canonical information.

But one of the things that challenged my integrity is just how many people view Gonta as this innocent, naive, ignorant, baby boy who can do no harm/never has a complicated/dirty/violent/sexual thought in his life ever.

This incredibly ableist interpretation of the character bothered me for, well, obvious reasons (See: It's fucking ableist, need I say more?) but I never challenged it as harshly as I am now because to be frank, it's not my place to tell people how to HC a character. It still isn't. But I've pretty much given up on my integrity on the subject and have decided to go all in on discussing why this interpretation of Gonta is just. Really bad.

First of all, not to promote my own analyses here or anything, but I think this analysis I did of Gonta explains a LOT in regards to the ableism the cast gives him in canon. I also think that this subtle ableism is why the fandom is so bad with Gonta's characterization in headcanons and fanfic--because they've seen how the cast treats him, and they think it's normal. They don't see the microaggressions, they don't see the subtle ableism in the cast--they just see this big giant idiot who speaks like Tarzan in the English version (which... I don't actually know why people assume Tarzan (Thinking of Disney's version) is stupid. Like as a boy he had to reinvent the spear with no one to guide him on how to do it. He was able to strategize and outsmart "civilized" men in the final showdown. Still I digress) and don't see the literal genius behind his social awkwardness.

There is also another very important point I'm going to make in addition to this, and it's going to be very uncomfortable to Gonta fans who insist he's nothing but a sweet baby who only has pure thoughts. Especially to the fans who insist he "can't be sexual" or think it's weird to ship him with his peers.

Sorry to burst your bubble, but... Gonta blatantly has sexual desire and gets horny right in canon.

This is further clarified here:

It wasn't a matter of Gonta didn't want to touch her because touching someone in their underwear was inappropriate, or being flustered because she was in her underwear which is inappropriate...

It was literally a "weird feeling" that made him unable to approach her or touch her. A "weird feeling" that Miu makes pretty obvious as to what it was--sexual arousal.

He literally was sexually attracted to and felt sexual arousal from looking at Miu in her underwear. He had sexual feelings and thoughts about Miu. Why?

Because Gonta is a young man.

Gonta is a brilliant, talented young man who has normal human thoughts for someone his age--sexual desires, upsetting thoughts, complicated thoughts, ectect. He is not a child, he is not mentally stunted (I've been informed that people have literally said this on Ao3 for the NSFW Gonta fics, please for the love of god stop that)

I think the reason why Gonta fans typically want to keep him as a "pure baby child who can do no wrong" is because treating him like the young adult that he is makes it harder for them to justify Chapter 4. Every time I've seen a Gonta fan that hates Kokichi, it's always followed by the sentiment of "Kokichi manipulated and abused Gonta into killing Miu, so it's all Kokichi's fault." They're afraid of nuance and liking a character with the grey morality of genuinely thinking Mercy Killing the cast is a viable option, because it challenges their own morals about the character they adore.

To those people who read this and are upset: You can and should like Gonta! Gonta is a magnificent character who showcases the subtle way microaggressions can manifest and hurt people, he's a good-hearted person and a literal genius, he cares deeply for his friends and loves everyone with upmost sincerity.

But.

You need to re-evaluate your stance on Gonta if you think he's a stupid, naive fool who Kokichi manipulated. You need to re-evaluate why you think those thoughts, why you think Gonta being shipped with anyone is "Kinda weird" or "has weird consent problems" or "give you the ick." You have to challenge yourself and ask yourself uncomfortable questions in regards to why you treat Gonta like a child when canon has proven otherwise, why you think he cannot have violent or sexual thoughts, why he can't think mercy killing his class is the only way to save them.

This isn't an attack on you--but understand that these specific takes on Gonta? They are ableist in nature. They belittle and dismiss him, they treat him like a child, an idiot who can't think for himself--and you have to come to terms with the fact that Gonta is a far more complex character with complicated thoughts and feelings who is a young adult. Not a child. A young adult.

So again, ask yourself this: Why are you treating this young adult like he's a toddler?