#this is not an attack on the original post just some musings!

[daevstroders]

ok so i cant find the post that triggered this but it was something about complaining about the wave of cannibalism/dog/tangerine imagery in modern poetry on tumblr and how 'not everyone can relate to that'

while that may be true, and this theme of imagery is popular now to the point of oversaturation (which i actually just kind of think is poetry in and of itself (metaphors about consuming turning into overconsumption? i love it)) i also think its unfair and shows a lack of understanding to society and to the meaning of the metaphors themselves.

(an analysis of sorts under cut)

in a generation of consumption, where we are no longer regarding media casually but consuming it constantly (tiktok, shows no longer having spaced out emissions, never having to wait for a dopamine fix really etc) is it not incredibly in keeping with the times that we would then turn to a metaphor of complete consumption as love? we love our media, we spend our days consuming it, therefore that being translated into cannibalism for the ones you love, consuming them with the same gusto, isn't as far a reach as it is made out to be. also the idea of all of us, the bad parts, the parts we keep hidden, being devoured as lovingly as the parts we share, speaks to a generation of anxious children who have been trained to perfect a persona that is palatable to a wide audience (see, generation of social media)

following that, the fruit metaphor, which i will admit, can be annoying - the constant tangerines, i get it, its overdone (but again see beginning of the post, poetry in and of itself) but the act of peeling away your layers, your facade that is so intrinsic to todays society of social media where your face on the screen is generally not the same face you wear on a sunday morning, to show your mushy insides, dividing them up and sharing them with the ones you love is inherently relatable. a culture of separated parts of self, the idea that there is a person you are online, at work, with certain friends and a different person with others etc, personas that have been watered down, the idea of giving them over to be consumed with the seeds still in, juice on the edge of too sweet, is cathartic. we dont feel we have the luxury to be our authentic selves for the most part, so the tangerine metaphor is an easy way to both express these ideas, and understand them.

and finally, the dog motif, which i think is the most nuanced of these metaphors - the idea that we are either a man or a dog, that we are the hand that feeds or the hand that takes, gives us a place to explore our humanity and what it means to be human- is all that a man is good for is to give? is all that a dog is good for is to take? (i could go on but this is getting to be too long now) calls back to a lot of older imagery, not to far a step from imagery of waves, the pull of the tide - who is the moon, who is the ocean? is it a steady rise and fall, or is it a raging storm? vs is it a symbiotic relationship, or do we bite the hand that feeds? is the hand that feeds also the hand that hurts? i believe there is so many different ideas to explore within this metaphor, and it is again an easy to digest way of presenting ideas, just like the waves once were.

also i just think the whole criticism really calls back to an age of keeping poetry inaccessible and exclusive. like, these young kids who probably dont have any experience of poetry outside of what is taught in school, are exploring in their own way, finding something easily accessible and easily understood, and are using it as a stepping stone to engage with poetry. this is great!! they may start off with richard silken, nina lacour, maggie nelson, but may go on to engaging with maya angelou, naomi shihab nye, paul tran, and even have a better appreciation for the old canon (eliot, cummings, keats, etc). we had this with rupi kaur guys!!! we need to encourage them to explore, not shun them for it!!

anyway tldr, cannibalism/fruit/dogs are incredibly relatable topics and poetry is for everyone. <3

[raynewolferune]

Meta Jazz, the Arkham Intern Therapist Pt1

Update 5/16/2024: Congrats guys, gals, and others! You have planted the seeds and they have grown. Today I wrote another 46 pages on this story (the first section was only 9 pages ya'll). I'm working on splitting it up into smaller sections so I can post it now because tumblr said no to doing it as one piece. I'll be using the tag #Meta Jazz Arkham Intern Therapist if you want to follow it.

Original Note: I'm going to go ahead and apologize for how OOC Bane is in this. It originally was Joker but I couldn't see Jazz tolerating his proximity for more than a single millisecond so Bane it is.

~*~*~

The hardest thing about being a Meta in Gotham was responding appropriately during a Rouge's attack, Jazz mused to herself. Or perhaps that was just the hardest part about being a Meta intern at Arkham while studying psychology at Gotham University. Or maybe it was just her, she considered watching the guards and Dr. Rylie whom she'd been shadowing for the past 2 weeks wide eyed, pale, and shaking as theybstared at Bane behind her. It must just be her, Jazz decided, newbie guard Kyle Jennings was definitely a Meta after all. She should probably give him some tips on hiding his enhanced strength considering how often he broke mugs, door handles, and other delicate items used in daily life.

"Weapons down or I'll snap her skinny little neck." Bane growled out, shaking her slightly for emphasis. She very much doubted that. Liminials were built different than the standard Meta, stronger, faster, better endurance, and senses even if they could mostly appear to be standard humans on the outside.  As such, their bones and muscles were much were much denser than regular humans or even Meta humans. Technically, she could be considered "invulnerable" much like the Kryptonians are.

"Back up! Let him through!" Dr. Rylie  shouted at the guards. "She's my student! Let him through!" His voice was higher pitched than she could recall hearing it before.

Ah. That was panic.

Jazz sighed involuntarily and glanced over her shoulder at Bane. Why the man had grabbed the only person close to his own height nearby was a mystery to her - no, nevermind, he clearly meant to use her as a shield - but it made looking him in the eye more difficult than necessary.

"Mr. Bane, remove your hands from my person, please." Jazz stated calmly, channeling what Danny called her inner mom as she spoke. "I will give you to one to comply."

Bane looked stunned for a moment then laughed.

"Five."

The laughing continued. Jazz could sense a stir of uncertainty through her colleagues as they looked on.

"Four."

"Did you really think that would work?" Bane snorted out, arms tensing more around her.

"Three." She continued, indifferent to his words from her experiences raising her brother. Once the count down starts you mustn't respond to anything the kids do or say until they comply or the count is done.

"What cab you even do if I don't?" Bane asked darkly breathing directly in her ear. She kept her face expressionless despite the urge to express disgust.

"Two."

"Jasmine..."  Kyle whispered halfway across the hall from her looking on with a pained and horrified expression. Gun tilting towards the floor. Sloppy.

"One." She finished and Bane gave a derisive snort.

Then she was moving. Hauling the enormous man up and over her shoulder using the arm that had been wrapped around her neck. Bane hit the cold tile hard enough that the tiles, subfloor, structural supports, and part of the concrete foundation buckled beneath him. His shoulder popped out of joint, his wrist cracked - a hairline fracture by the sound of it -  and his breath was punched out of him from the force of impact. She released his arm as soon as his was embedded in the tiles and moved forward. Kneeling over him, support most of her weight on her left foot resting on the broken ground, her right knees pressed firmly across his throat without supporting any of her weight. The position put more strain on her muscles than she would've liked but at least Bane couldn't risk fighting back without crushing his own neck in the process. He could hardly throw her while flat on his back with a mangled arm.

"Now," Jazz began, looking directly into the behemoth's pained eyes. "Do you know what you've done wrong?" She asked like she would have done with Danny as a child.

"Yes, Ma'am." Bane choked out. Jazz heard movement and murmuring behind her. She didn't turn to look.

"What did you do wrong?" She asked. It was important to make sure children correctly understood why they were in trouble after all. There was a long pause as Bane appeared to cast around for the exact right answer as if he feared getting it wrong. A bad habit Danny still uses as well, Jazz thought to herself.

"I tried to hold you hostage," He choked out in a rush, words tumbling over one another as he tried to get them all out. "I scared you coworkers and it was very disrespectful."

So he'd gone for the grab-bag response. It wasn't wrong per sey but it did indicate a past history of abuse. The type of answer given by someone who expected to be harmed or ignored if they gave the "wrong" answer. Danny tended to use that method also and their parents had always been negligent at best.

"And are you going to do it again?" She asked giving him a Look as she did. Bane's eyes widened and he tried to frantically shake his head as much as possible with the pressure on his neck.

"No, Ma'am." He promised fervently.

"Alright then," Jazz said giving him a warm smile. She gestured vaguely towards the guards without turning to look at them. "Kyle here is going to take you to see the nurse and then back to your room then. I'm sure you'll behave for him?"

"Yes, Ma'am. I'll behave." Bane said. Jazz stood slowly asking sure not to put any additional pressure on his neck as she did. Kyle came and stood next to her as the giant of a man slowly pulled himself to his feet then led him away with 5 other guards.

Jazz heaved a sigh. Well, time to find out whether or not she could play all that off as normal, non-Meta human behavior.

[novantinuum]

jen's "Hard-Light Hybrid Steven" headcanon dump

Okay so I'm just making this its own post, because frankly at this point... the original post is so hard to get all the pulp out of due to the headcanons being spread over multiple reblogs and half of it being in the tags.

So here we go. Self indulgent headcanon time. This is how I'm now personally interpreting things within the realm of my own fic work and the post-canon storylines that live in my mind. This is NOT, however, a work of meta- I am by no means suggesting this to be what I see as "canon," only having some fun playing around with ideas I think are cool on a speculative fantasy anatomy level. Take it as you will basically, lol. This is ultimately just for me.

With that stated:

"jen what the fuck do you mean when you say hard-light hybrid Steven, what are you even suggesting"

Essentially I am proposing that Steven becomes progressively more hard-light based in form as he ages. When he was born he was two almost entirely separate halves mashed together- organic and gem- and those two halves slowly but surely merge over the years (hard light replacing organic matter) until one day they are literally inseparable, and Steven is one permanently cohesive being... entirely hewn from hard-light, but with a level of anatomical complexity that still makes him a complete anomaly amongst Gems and humans alike. Instead of the innards of his body being solid light, he is still formed of cells- only now, those cells are entirely hard-light.

His gem is somehow mimicking the form of organic matter with a level of detail that's absolutely unobtainable by shapeshifting or tailored reformation alone. Steven has become the single most complex hard-light system to have ever existed.

Some more specifics on how I imagine this merge working:

Much of the "merging" is natural over time, basically his gem branching out new bits of hard-light circuitry within his body as it integrates within his system.

However, this process is sped up significantly by all the spills and injuries Steven deals with throughout his childhood... because his body's instinctive response to injury is simply to replace damaged cells with hard-light analogues. An almost instantaneous patch job.

Steven's component halves being so distinct early on is a large reason why he takes so long to harness many of his powers.

This is also why Steven's (mostly) organic half is so weakened during the split in Change Your Mind- at that point there's a lot about his anatomy that's been converted to hard-light, so it's basically as if White Diamond yanked the power source out.

(Same idea for why he's so weakened during the movie when his gem's on the fritz... his gem's connection with the rest of his body got partially severed for a time, which. Is not Good for someone who at this point is more hard-light than not hard light.)

At a certain point post-canon, it becomes impossible for Steven's organic and gem halves to be separated. They are so tightly integrated that attempting to remove the gem would only poof him.

Now, here's the thing though...

Steven does not realize that Any of this is taking place until the blunt reality of his strange new anatomical nature is put on display for all to see... when he actually DOES poof.

Here is how (in my own post-canon musings, which I have simplified here because y'all don't live inside all the intensive lore that jangles about my brain) I envision that taking place:

So, Steven would be in his mid to late twenties at this point. He's married to Connie, and they have an infant son.

Recently, there was a fairly severe Gem incident that left Beach City and Little Homeworld pretty damaged. Things are still being mopped up from that.

Steven, Garnet, Amethyst, and Pearl head out on a quick mission one day to intercept one of the last few supporters of the Gem who attacked the Crystal Gem's hub of operation, and at first it seems like it's gonna be a straightforward trip.

Then, Steven sees the Gem in question pull a destabilizer wand on Garnet, and- unwilling to watch her to get ripped apart like that again- throws himself in between. He can take it, he thinks. These things never hurt him one bit as a kid

He cannot take it.

He poofs.

His gem unceremoniously falls to the ground, along with the clothes he was wearing and whatever he had in his pockets.

Cue the others going "what the actual FUCK" because based on everything they've ever witnessed and known about him no one had "Steven poofs" on their bingo card.

The insurgent Gem is captured and dealt with, but now... oh, boy. There's literally no playbook for this. Nobody knows what to expect.

Steven's gem is quiet for WEEKS. During that time, the Gems end up consulting the Diamonds on Homeworld to ask for intel on diamond reformation, but none of them are much help- Rose and Steven are the only ones who have actually poofed. Beyond them, this is completely unprecedented.

In a very vague sense, Steven is aware of what must have happened during this time... (even if a part of him wants to deny it, because How???)

He can pick up vague snippets of what's happening just beyond his reach... catching voices and what must be faint sensations of familiar people handling his gem, but beyond that he has no awareness of the passage of time, and he has no means by which to reach out to them mentally.

It takes almost two months for him to finally reform. When he does, his gem quickly shifts through its previous three forms and then just... outright h a n g s for a while on the new one... as if what's trying to "load" up is so complex it's goddamn buffering.

(my brain can only think of This image uyhjfsdbyuhjfg)

No one really knows what to expect but when he finally reforms, he... looks mostly the same? Still rather human in appearance, externally? The only notable difference is that his irises are pink now. (But with no diamond pupil- not unless he's going Full Power Mode.)

Steven also reforms WITH an outfit much like a Gem would.

The second he's back, he runs to embrace Connie (who is sobbing in relief) and asks how long he was out.

And he did NOT anticipate that answer to be two months.

As it turns out, he missed quite a few baby milestones while he was gone, and he feels horrible about it- it's not his fault of course, but he feels so bad that Connie had to go that long without his support, and that there's all those special "firsts" with his son he'll never get to experience.

This whole incident marks Steven's final "retirement" from participating in real combat- he outright tells the Gems to not involve him in any other combat situations unless the whole ass planet is under threat, basically. The potential risks are just not worth it now that he knows how long he'd be out of commission, should he poof once more. He can't put his family through that again.

Now, with all that outlined...

Ways that Steven is Weird now:

He looks rather human- his hair looks like hair and his skin looks like skin- but after he reforms, literally every "cell" of his body is fashioned out of hard-light.

However, if one were to theoretically slice him in half (which I PROMISE I am not going to do, this is only a thought experiment ahahah-), his internal anatomy would glow much like the Gems' do. (See below image for what I mean.) The "human-like" appearance of his skin and hair and other externally visible features does not extend very deep.

He "bleeds" pink now- but it's only surface, and is all just excess hard-light. No real blood.

His body would no longer show up on a radiograph- just the gem.

Many of his anatomical features (not all of them, though) are now vestigial in certain ways-? Like, various functions have overtly been taken over by his gem... he doesn't need to breathe or have any lifeblood beyond light pumping through his system, so his heart and lungs serve no necessary purpose anymore... but all of these organs still "exist" as like an echo of what once was, perfect mimics of their organic form but hewn from hard-light.

That being said, Connie enjoys the reassurance of his heartbeat, so he retains that function while conscious.

(Not to mention, "breathing" is literally just a habit for him by this point.)

HOWEVER, when he sleeps (another thing he technically doesn't Need to do but does anyways) his breathing and heartbeat stops entirely and it kinda spooks Connie out. The literal only evidence she has that he's still kicking during these times is the soft hum of his gemstone.

He does not have a biological NEED for food or water anymore and can fully operate on exposure to light alone, but he still really enjoys eating and drinking anyways. In fact, he's still able to absorb energy from food... so it's basically like he's over-charging his battery or whatever. He also still experiences taste (so still posesses some form of taste receptors) and instinctively feels "hungry" at meal times, so like... the running theory is that he must have hard-light analogues for all these receptors and neurotransmitters and hormones that communicate sensations like hunger in his system even though their function is entirely redundant with his gem powering everything.

Furthermore, his memories and sense of self and everything one might refer to as "the soul" is stored exclusively in his gem now. Which means, if one could manage to analyze his brain like one could with a human brain, there would be entire sections that simply... don't light up the way that others (such as the parts of the brain that govern motor control, as an example) do. This is because all the "data" once stored there has migrated.

He can fully shapeshift now, if he wanted to.

He can also still visually "age"- it's all based on his mental state, same as before.

But despite being hard-light in nature now, he can still interface with organics in fusion because his form is still so organic in shape and function. He's still the bridge between humanity and gemkind. I like to think that... theoretically... a Gem might be able to fuse with an organic too, but the sheer burden of trying to shapeshift and maintain such cellular complexity is what stops this from happening.

Steven, though? His very existence as a hybrid acted as a template by which hard-light could learn to understand organic life. He is still an intensely unique being, even IF he no longer consists of any actual organic matter.

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I am sure I will probably add something to this later, but for now, those are all my musings.

Anyways, thank you for taking a brief visit to the deepest recesses of my brain, where I am chewing at the drywall and bouncing around the room like a cat who has just devoured the goddamn motherlode of catnip. Good night! !! :DDD

[korpsewax]

some more non-human terror au musings under the cut!!!

original post here !!

the marines are inspired by the van helsing werewolves. they have individual colors and coat patterns. they're incredibly loyal to jirv because thats where sol's own loyalties lie, and given that he's their leader, they go where he does. (once again i say, this started out as a tozirvitage au) also heres the van helsing werewolf design, for those unfamiliar. (needless to say, theres pleanty of spare clothing on board for the marines Just In Case)

tuunbaaq is still a thing in this, but focuses more on attacking the erebus than it does the terror.

the avians on the terror (jirv, hodgson, peglar & occasionally billy due to him having wings) have the responsibility of scouting ahead of the boats for danger or passage, which, once they're ice-locked, switches to them scouting for a way out/land under crozier's command. sir john is adamantly against this as he still believes they'll be fine by the summer, but almost daily, crozier sends two of them out early in the morning at a time, and they dont return until nightfall to avoid sir john finding out. henry is the main scout simply because there isnt much for the captain of the foretop to do on an icelocked ship.

yes, bridglar is canon. you'll have to rip them away from my cold, dead hands. john's pillow is stuffed with henry's feathers, and as the years pass, henry brings him feathers to sew into his coat to help keep him warm. he also has a small collection of trinkets henry has given him over the years. teaching henry to read and lending him books is his way of "courting" henry back.

the men on the erebus steer as clear of the men on the terror as they possibly can. theres a lot of anti-non-human sentiment among them, and a lot of stories about how "vicious and evil" non-humans are. its bad to the point that the erebites point fingers at certain terrors when tuunbaaq first starts attacking. it isn't until tuunbaaq is seen outright that every erebite gives up on believing the worst of the terrors.

sir john is a bit TOO accepting of the non-human nature of terror's crew in the way that he's a bit too kind to crozier in the beginning. he's overcompensating. he still holds a lot of distaste for non-humans (part of why he discouraged any kind of engagement between cracroft and crozier), he just disguises it because he doesn't want to come across as rude. he commits a ridiculous amount of microaggressions before he dies, though. (tommy wasn't too particularly inclined to tell anybody how sir john would die after he implied that sol and the marines should be "house trained")

fitzjames hasnt changed much, aside from now being a monsterfucker. he doesnt really care about the existence of non-humans unless one of them is actively hurting him or his loved ones. contrary to popular belief, he doesnt like crozier (at first) because of his attitude, not because of what he is. really not a change outside of him being a monsterfucker now. he needs that Creature so bad.

okay i'm going to stop there because i could genuinely go on and on about this au. i am, for once, actually planning this fic out! i normally just write in a fugue state and then read whatever i wrote back the next day, then post without beta reading lol. heres hoping i actually end up getting it written instead of keeping it in the planning stage! knock on wood!

[nights-at-crystarium]

Fragments - episodes 27-30 author notes

You can find similar breakdown posts on older episodes in my pinned!

I make these notes as I work on an episode, however, people have been so attentive and observant with their comments that I started a tag fragments feedback where we dive even deeper into themes and interactions in the comic. These comments are a blessing, often pointing out things that my own brain doesn't register.

Obligatory ShB spoiler warning.

Episode 27 begins with a chat about the original weapons that are merely a stylish-looking convenience for them ic and for me ooc, so that I don't have to draw them lugging their weapons around.

Essentia's just a name for Vivi's spear, not like the whole concept. I introduced it around the beginning of the ShB arc. Alisaie's weapons have no name yet, there's a possibility to do something cute referring to twins.. I shall think of it :3c

Look at this child being all smug for having been able to help recreating something previously thought unique, and, um, flirting.. In her own way.....

Vivi be like, sigh, "ah, back on her bs already... Better indulge her while she's still in a nice mood".

Alisaie's left arm's stronger than both Vivi's. As a dragoon he doesn't only use magic to amplify his jumps, if it works on legs, why not extend it to arms as well? Not unlike what monks do, minus the actual physical training. Basically he cheats with magic in real fights. A casual friendly duel isn't worth expending aether, so he only relies on his actual strength :'>

He also can't do friendly duels because his Echo only telegraphs hostile attacks. A friend would stop before his blade cuts him, so Vivi's kinda blind, only relying on his own average skill. A legendary hero that's no fun to spar with if you're remotely competent.

..Which has no negative effect on Exarch's fanboyism.

Several people said they look forward to said sparring session, and I felt like I failed them because I had no plans to follow through with this. Then I thought some more.. Do we mean every little thing we say or think? Sometimes it's just distracted nonsense. If every action and word were hooks/setups for the story, it'd feel artificial. This's just my opinion, but some scenes have to have idle chatter and musings for realism.

Vivi and Alphi look like door-to-door salesmen, yet the Chais are buying multiples of whatever they sell.

This's a looooooongg post, under the cut we go~

A random thing that thematically belongs here, but didn't make it in the comic: Vivi ended up being more freaked out by Eulmore than Amh Araeng.

Feo "privacy breach" Ul :> They greet each other so casually that it's clear, this's far from being the first time.

One of my personal fav panels so far. People loved the "crystal mystel" so much but I can't take credit for that! My brain's full of soup that's a mix of everything canon and my own generous additions, but I THINK one of the pixies calls him that ingame, sometime post 5.0.

You probably didn't know that you needed more Exarch and Feo Ul interactions till now, I've got you covered. Their scenes will take time to trickle in, but they EXIST and go back as far as their first meeting.

Exactly what happened.

One more episode where Vivi doesn't utter a word, but it doesn't feel like that.

Tank!Exarch fanclub, +1 member. Vivi's pleasantly surprised by the sudden shift in Exarch's demeanor. He genuinely admires him here. "Lead me anywhere daddy".

Ready for a guild wars 1 (one!) joke? No? I'm making it anyway. Lyna casts gaze of contempt (effect: removes enchantments on target foe)

She's such a good daughter with great intuition. She feels uneasy about this way before Vivi feels anything at all. He just looks. Perceives. He has eyes, dammit! And Exarch has those stupid sexy sandals and shiny crystal arm and stylish flowy robes and he's generally kinda cool? It's official, it has begun: Vivi's attracted to Exarch here.

Zooming in super close to bring your attention to his thigh gap <w<

A closeup for the hell of it C: His eyes have a natural faint glow that's just there, it doesn't mean anything, like, genuinely.

Vivi tries to appease Lyna. He has no idea why she keeps glaring at him, probably still not trusting a stranger. He uses his charm as a casual manipulation. Unfortunately, Lyna falls for it. For now.

As per msq, Exarch's kneeling, not collapsing (although that would've been just as fitting tbh). While still not trusting him too much, Vivi slowly begins to respect a reputable ruler and a skilled fighter, and WHY IS HE KNEELING MY LORD GET UP?! Vivi hates being treated like some sort of a messiah. That pushes him further inside the box of being a mythical figure, and denies his humanity.

Normal colors and lighting!! For one episode....

The scene on the left isn't meant to feel cozy and inviting, while the right one is. Sickly, cold, washed out colors vs darker and warmer ones. I'm putting a lot of thought into this, just wanted to celebrate it a lil C:

Episodes 28-29 show Vivi and Exarch's ways of handling unexpected personal hostility. Vivi casually whips out a V and a silly grin, while Exarch.....

He tried, okay?!

A thing on their positioning in this scene that I didn't plan consciously, it just happened: Exarch's framed by the Crystarium, appearing more aligned with it, while the elf pile's surrounded by an idyllic natural frame. Something something about the greenery meaning life, and Exarch looking a bit out of place here.

This's our first, but not last encounter of an imagination theater :>

The dragons are goofy on purpose. Well, sort of. I can count on one hand the amount of times I drew non-humanoid creatures, and the tone here doesn't demand anything super serious from me. Also it makes sense in-character, Exarch probably never saw a dragon up close.

Take a good look at this lil shit. I indulged in illustrating his badass moment before pointing the "camera" away for a while. We're heading into the Il Mheg arc that lasts for months and has no cats ;w;

Vivi's iconic Protagonist Grin >:D

Also, Ryne. Just to keep your expectations grounded: while I personally like her, she has no relevance in this story, and very little screentime. I'm currently having Eden raid brainworms, might write a scene or two related to that, but we're talking many years into the future. Until then, she doesn't do much.

ShB cast's diverse and extremely fun to explore, but if I went on tangents the comic would literally never progress. Gotta be honest, I'm already terrified that some readers might drift away before reaching the wolgraha part of this wolgraha comic. I don't wanna rush OR dilute the main plot too much, if that makes sense. Also, just like in real life, you probably don't form perfect connections with every member of your social circle, some people grow closer than others. Vivi has next to no connection to Minfilia/Ryne, he also stays away from little girls after one of those ended up becoming his lifelong problem *snorts and points at Alisaie*

Desires, and feasting on them? A dungeon meshi nod? More likely than you think.

Feo Ul, sprawled out on his chest like that, visually resembles a burning heart.

Emet antithesis :3c

Imagine loving your pet so much that you let him do this. Feo Ul isn't moved by the physical act AND the joking accusation.

While seemingly slacking for a dozen episodes, Vivi formed bonds with Feo Ul and Ardbert, and thus secured the future of the two stars. Now he has friends that aren't his coworkers first and foremost, that he genuinely wants to fight for. This's what makes him tick as a hero: a quiet plea of a friend, not even asking him directly, a stark contrast to being dragged around and cried at for help. If Vivi's introduction to an entity (person/group of people) is "they suffer, they need help", he shrugs it off. Everyone suffers and needs help, he can't split into thousands of vivis to please them all.

He's only truly motivated to help, or empathizes with those who he gets to know through other means. Take Ardbert, his strange behavior on the Source, then reintroduction that's confusion and companionable snark, but not wailing for help. And Feo Ul, they hang out with him just because, they're safe.

He may not run off to fight the local Lightwarden this instant, but when he gets around to it, he's earnest for a change.

This's all I have for now, thanks for reading!!

[kotoryba]

This post is dedicate to some very incidious good buddy @batbusiness-schooldropout as my form of...well, let's call it a gratitude.

Your damned interesting idea about LXC and WWX-obsessed LWJ's thoughts was so gorgeous for my horny kinky rotten part of mind ficwriting muse, that it was realised in my first attempt to smutty-writing. I'm not sure, it's good or bad - but you must live along, knowing that you seduce some innocent-only-near-PG13 writer to that.

So, for you on AO3 - "To be the older brother": ENG (translation) / UA (original)

MDZS, one WWX-centered LWJ, one very worried and mentally-f*cked older brother... And two another very carried horny brothers.

This is my first attempt. And my native language is not English, I tried to translate properly. And I desperately want that someone say "oh, it's not so bad, as I expected" 🫣. Or just say something.

Why did you do this with me 😭 Thank you very much.

Some inner dialogs in process:

Horny kinky part of my brain (HKP): i want to write smutt about 3zun🥵

Rational part of brain (RP), sceptically: you don't know how to do it

HKP in attack mode: but i want! And I read so much smutty fics! I can write it!

RP (sighed): ok, let's try. Because you don't keep me in peace.

HKP (with evil smile): yeah, apparently.

HKP (fap on dirty imagination of LWJ): how to make it more hot?

RP: here, hold this.

HKP (shocked): wtf??? I think we write pure PWP?!!

RP (severely): i can't let ourselves write a low quality. It's in our both interests. Take some thousands words about plot development and don't argue with me more.

HKP (grudgingly): yeah, yeah, who is the boss here...

RPB (with some dangerous looking test tubes with reagents): use also this.

HKP (terrified): and what is that???

RP (indifferently): some chemistry for the characters. Slightly sweeter, but anyway.

HKP (crying): I think it will be a short drubble with one good scene!

RP (generously, but demanding): TWO good scene. And ofc LWJ's imagination. Just as bonus for you

HKP (totally confused): I think, someone here has control-kinks with tendency to dominance. And it's not me.

RP (smile in the most incidious way): who could it be...

[onthenightisland]

with great excitement, i can finally present my most self indulgent endeavor ever:

IWTV CHARACTERS AS PATHFINDER 2E* CHARACTERS

(*dungeons and dragons' superior sister system)

DISCLAIMER: this is a fun silly activity and not a super serious character analysis or poignant deep dive. i have tried my best to grasp the essence of these characters through the art of ttrpg character sheets. if you have thoughts or feelings about my decisions please feel free to send me asks and discuss in the replies, i'd love to hear different opinions!

Lestat de Lioncourt Ancestry: Ancient Elf (Polymath Bard Dedication) Background: Musical Prodigy Class: Sorcerer (Diabolic)

i was struck with a horrifying and evil vision of the most manic pixie dream twink mary sue build and thought. oh my god. that's lestat. and that's how i got the idea to make this post. i picked sorcerer because there is no more "i have every powerful ancient vampires blood running through me" Specialest Girl In The World class than sorcerer. i tacked on diabolic as an homage to lestats constant struggle with his nature being that of the devil through the series. ancient elf was both because of his deep ties to the ancients but also because of the free dedication. that girl needed a bard feat !!! yes she's the chosen one and more special and beautiful than everyone else but she's also a Performer. i specifically choose polymath bard because lestat has never been able to stay fixated on a muse for more than 15 minuets. multi talented diva with attention deficit disorder ! musical prodigy also lends some trained skills for the bard part of the build and ties it all off with a nice bow.

Louis de Pointe du Lac Ancestry: Human (Aiuvarin) Background: Bookkeeper Class: Oracle (Ancestors)

louis was TOUGH. sadly pf2e has no options for irresistibly sexy gay entrepreneurs so i had to make some concessions. i was originally between animist and barbarian for louis but the farther i got into the build the more they both felt really reductive and like they didn't showcase ALL of who louis is. he's not a carnival medium or roid head, he's a regular guy haunted by the people he's loved dead and alive !!! so i decided that ancestors oracle played into both his Dreamstat tendencies and the significance that the expectations and memories of his family have for him. i really wanted to keep louis human because i felt like his humanity is sooo important to his character, but i added the Aiuvarin (elven) heritage as a nod to the influence that Lestats influence and his turning has had on his humanity. bookkeeper is as close as i could get to successful sexy gay businessman and i'm sticking by it. (fun cruel add on, i gave him the 1st level Ancestry Feat Forlorn. the griever with a masters degree in loss.)

Claudia Ancestry: Dwarf (Aiuvarin) Background: Nomad Class: Rogue (Mastermind)

the sneaker !!! claudia was such a treat to build, i had such a clear picture for her. i chose dwarf because regardless of her size or perceived frailty, she's so incredibly strong. and stubbornly loyal to a fault! the Aiuvarin heritage is in the same vein as louis but with more lesdaughter implications. Mastermind Rogue was such a given, that girl is always 4 thousand steps ahead of everyone at any given moment. she doesn't need any fancy sneak attacks from the shadows or suprise attack brawls, shes just fuckin smart. she was eating up hundred year old vampires at 20 something like it was NOTHING. nomad was a coy nod to her run away escapades and her and madeleines plans to "wander".

Armand Ancestry: Elf (Nephilim) Background: Barrister Class: Bard (Maestro)

oooohhh my baby. this was such a challenge. i ummed and ahhed for ages but then i was shot in the chest with the sudden realization of; oh my god. theatre kid. bard. this guy was a director for over 200 years and has an actual passion for the stage and most other kinds of art OF COURSE he's a bard. maestro bard specifically because of his master complex and the weird perfectionism shame that that's caused. i chose nephilim elf mostly as a nod to armands specific type of beauty often being referred to as biblical or Botticellian but also because it gives the character "golden eyes." and i thought woah that's so armand. admittedly i struggled real bad with picking a background so i settled on Barrister as a little tongue in cheek joke about the orchestration of claudias trial, but i also tossed around Cultist and Artist. multitalented diva <3

Daniel Molloy Ancestry: Gutsy Halfling Background: Printer Class: Investigator (Interrogation)

this felt like a victory lap ngl. investigator, DUH. Interrogation because of the interviewing. of the vampire. i picked halfling because of their curious and inquisitive nature but also because they're notoriously lucky and i believe that pure luck is truly the only reason that daniel lived as long as he did. gutsy was both because he's mouthy and isn't afraid to bitch slap an undead gay serial killer but also because of his innate boner fear response. if that ain't gutsy idk what is !!! printer was a given for a Pulitzer prize winning published journalist.

[iwritethingsapparently]

Black Coffee and a Smile

Ship: James Potter/Regulus Black

Word Count: 915

Originally posted on August 19th 2020

Notes: look at me reposting all of my old fics because I restarted my Tumblr... ugh this brings back memories. the first fic I ever wrote guys can you believe it?

also read on AO3

Regulus strolled down the street and stopped by the café that his brother, Sirius, owns as he does every day. The bells above the door chime as he walks into the large building and stands in the short line. The shop is filled with the chatter that is usually seen at a coffee shop and Regulus sees two people smiling at each other, presumably on a date, and briefly wonders what they could be talking about that the one person’s eyes are lighting up in enthusiasm. Regulus has gone on a few dates himself, even though they were arranged by his mother. She would never listen to what he had to say about how much he opposed said dates and the idea of an arranged marriage no matter how hard he pushed his views on it, so he just went along with what she wanted him to do. But he’s certain that there has to be a spark if marriage is going to be involved.

“Hi, I’m James what can I get for you today?” The barista, James, smiled so brightly that Regulus thought that it would blind him.

“Can I just get a black coffee please?”

“Of course! Can I get your name?” James asked with a certain softness to his voice that was barely noticeable but was there nonetheless.

“It’s Regulus”

“I’ll call you up when it’s ready”

“Thanks”

Regulus thought to himself that this James person was quite handsome and that he should ask Sirius about him, but that could wait until later. He had let his mind wander for god knows how long when James called his name and he went up to collect his coffee.

“Here you go,”

“Thank you so much,” Regulus smiled in a way that he hoped didn’t reveal how smitten he was with the new barista. He was about to take a sip of his coffee when he saw a phone number and writing that said ‘Call me some time’ He had gotten to the door and heard Sirius’ voice in the background talking to someone, but he couldn’t care less with the happiness flowing through his body. He had enough energy that he probably didn’t even need the coffee, but he was going to drink it anyway.

∞∞∞∞∞

“I can’t believe that you got Regulus to smile,” Sirius complained to James with a pout in place, “not even I can do that and he’s my brother! Why can’t I do that?!”

“Well, maybe it’s just because you’re his brother and also quite annoying at times.”

“It wasn’t that,”

“Then what was it?”

“He is quite clearly smitten with you, James,”

James was confused at Sirius’ statement, “I don’t think so. It was just a smile.”

“Prongs,” he shifted and sighed, tired, “I can read Reg like a book because I’ve always had to. His eyes give away how he’s feeling under the mask he tends to put up. Him, being the hopeless romantic he is, is probably so gone into the spiral of love already. He doesn’t smile at people unless he thinks that they’re special in some way James.”

“I guess I’m lucky that I gave him my number then,” James mused under his breath, but just loud enough that Sirius could hear what he had said.

“Just don’t hurt him or you’ll be dead within the week alright?”

“Yep, I understand”

∞∞∞∞∞

The threat did little to deter James but he still decided to proceed with caution when it came to Regulus. He had called earlier to invite James over to watch some movies, and he gladly accepted the offer. He had spent the last hour trying to figure out what to wear and finally decided on something comfy, but not terrible looking. He wants Regulus to know that he cares and didn’t just throw something on without looking at what it was. James left his house and started walking to Regulus’, which wasn’t very far from where he lived. He knocked on the door and all of the nerves that he’d tried to repress came bubbling to the surface. But before he could overthink and probably have an anxiety attack, Regulus opened the door.

“James!” Regulus beamed at him like this was the best thing to ever happen to him, “Come in! I’m sorry about the mess, I don’t have guests around often and I got as much cleaning done as I could before you got here. You can pick the movie if you’d like,” the last part was said in a much quieter tone than the rest of what he said.

“Sure, I’ll pick the movie.”

“Great.”

Regulus opened Netflix on his computer and James browsed the movies for a while before choosing “Matilda”

“Why Matilda?” Regulus questioned in a soft voice.

“Because I think it has a really good plot”

“Mmhmm that makes sense”

∞∞∞∞∞

About 6 months later Regulus walks into the café that his brother owns, the bells above the door jingling as he walks through. He moved to stand in the short line and let his mind wander until he was at the front of the line.

“Hey, Reggie! The usual?”

“Yeah. Thank you, James.”

And as Regulus’ name was called, he walked over, kissed James on the cheek, and smiled softly.

“Thank you, love.”

“Of course darling. I’ll see you at home?”

“Yeah. I love you.”

“I love you too”

And as Regulus walked out of the café, he felt happier than he had ever felt in his life

[berrysemifreddo]

You can call me Sofia! Virgo, ISTJ, Ravenclaw, in case anyone's interested😂

≈≈≈≈OTHER THINGS ABOUT ME≈≈≈≈

MUSIC: Mostly listen to Radiohead/The Smile nowadays, but used to be a Muse fan (also listened to Acid Black Cherry for the whole 2024 for some reason😅4000+ minutes Idek how)

MOVIES/SHOWS: Favorite TV series is Legion. Movies...too many, but tbh none of my favorite movies formed any "fandoms", but I did watched "The Guest" for like 20 times🤧(I have problems ik)

ANIME/MANGA: Huge JJBA fan, love AoT too, absolute fav is Death Note, recently was just catching up on Demon Slayer with my bf

VIDEOGAMES: Enjoy puzzle games the most. Chants of Sennaar, The Room, that sort of thing. Also love Witcher 3 and Assassin's Creed Origins. But my absolute favorite is comedy games like Thank Goodness You're Here and Untitled Goose Game and I'm not even joking

OTHER HOBBIES: Fragrance. Headphones. Singing. Writing (not fanfic tho, my fics were absolute trash🙃). All things AI. 3D animation.

(That's all I can think of🤥)

Since I'll be posting a hell of a lot of AI stuff in the future...I guess I'll pin this here in case anyone's curious about how I made them😂 (UPDATE: Currently I'm learning drawing so AI stuff will be much less than before, but I might still use it to generate things that I can't possibly draw out)

≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈AI RELATED INFO≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈

My workflow involves tons of inpainting, which essentially is "partially change the image using AI". It's a bit like Photoshop's generative fill but free (and better🤫). Inpainting can be quite time-consuming, but I hate seeing unignorable artifacts, so I try my best to fix them.

≈≈≈≈≈≈MUSIC SHARING TIME!≈≈≈≈≈≈

Model-usage-wise, I normally just use the original Flux dev (by Black Forest Labs)+LoRAs I trained+Other style LoRA/Concept LoRA (sometimes Redux too). I run the models with ComfyUI locally and I make my own workflows. I train LoRAs with Kohya's GUI.

≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ART RELATED INFO≈≈≈≈≈≈≈

I also post my hand-drawn and digital paintings to ins@berrysartstudio

My pusheen fan content (including AI images, 3D animation, hand-drawn comic) are at ins@pusheen_diffusion_lab

Check them out if you're interested!😘

Favorite song of my 2024:

All time favorites:

[hows-my-handwriting]

Hobie Brown Headcanons

long post ahead. will put as much as i can under the cut but i will have a.... loose table of contents.

and im not feeding you everything. i need more content to drip feed you later.

the inspo is driving me crazy but the hands are refusing to write.

the table: backstory food british animals

lmk if ppl want this to be split up into individual posts per category. cuz its l o n g

BACKSTORY:

Not based on the comics. purely my own attempt at writing his backstory and his particular villains.

Hobie's Doc Oc was a university professor pressured by Osborn's regime to produce weapons. Hobie had met the guy while crashing a university class, but nothing more than that. Octavius snapped and took the revolution to the extreme. he built a WMD and planned to use it on the city. Hobie talked octavius down and disarmed the weapon.

Hobie's lizard was his close friend and bandmate who got jealous over their lead singer's affections towards hobie. they were close friends until hobie started drifting away. curtis was bitter and never really forgave him. the final straw was when hobie returned in full, having just abandoned his spider suit. the band is back together but curtis still has hard feelings. he knew vaguely about hobie's connection with spiderman but thought that it was some kind of special deal or friendship which was just another nail in the coffin. he turns himself into the lizard and attacks hobie, demanding answers and refusing to listen.

the above is just an excuse to hurt hobie really bad >:3 i love my angst and my beating my muses up. i wanted to break his ribs.

electro was a civilian who just happened to get struck by lightning. he is the sole reason hobie has insulated all of his gear and one of the reasons all of his spikes can shoot excess electricity like one of those funky little electrode balls. hobie took one look at this guy and immediately got to work.

Kraven was a bounty hunter hired and possibly engineered by osborn and fisk to hunt down hobie. classic kraven activities. he tried to drown hobie in the thames. hobie managed to escape but couldn't breathe or eat properly for a week after the attack

hobie's ship was hauled from the local junkyard. It was originally just used as a figure head to lead the charge from the government locked dam blocking off water. it somehow survived so he uses it as his hq.

hobie is immune to his scorpion's venom after being stung so many times and stealing samples of it to build up an immunity. yes it hurt. yes it sucked. but it worked. (loosely inspired by a fanfic)

the above are not in chronological order. mostly.

FOOD:

Hobie's world doesn't have a lot of spices. it's a closed state unless importing 'important' materials like lumber, steel and other sciency stuff, food is a lower priority or just a restricted luxury. the spice trade has regressed to something like the 1600s where foreign spices are held by those in power purely as a status symbol. the common man might have access to salt, sugar and cream, but anything else- especially anything spicy- is a luxury item.

hobie would love spicy food. i just dont think he's gotten much exposure to it. day one out of e-138 he opened a bag of spicy chips in the cafeteria, touched one and exploded.

exotic/foreign fruits fall under this same category but for more legit reasons of travel and lack of safe storage. so for example: mangoes, oranges/citrus, kiwi, pomegranates.

boba would freak him the fuck out. he has no idea what those little jiggly things are and its only made worse when one of the kids inevitably shows him the hamster 'is it worth it' meme. he becomes scarred for life.

if you take too long to take a bite out of whatever you're holding and hobie is hungry, he will just lean over and take a bite out of it. sandwich? bitten. spaghetti? stolen off the fork. chocolate bar? wrapper and bar, gone.

his favorite flavor of cake is chocolate or caramel. sue me im projecting onto him

BRITISH

he holds out his pinky when holding cups. it's just an unconscious thing that turns conscious once someone calls it out. in which case he sticks it out even further

flips the police and the royal family off regularly with the one fingered or the two fingered version. will only respect the french for inventing the creative two fingered fuck you, but nothing else.

has a winter fit that is just like a pile of whatever sweaters he has and two scarves. and long socks that make the space in his tight boots even more tight. sometimes cuts off circulation to his feet.

loves going to pubs and just chatting with people. also loves picking fights with the drunk people. Particularly the irish. he thinks their accents are funny and has long arguments with them while they're both speaking absolute gibberish.

knows french but only the insults. has an arsenal of french insults he will just whip out of his back pocket and drop on someone's head.

not really a british thing but i bet he doesn't know how to ride a bike. he was a) too tall and b) not willing to get his entire skeleton rattled by riding over the cobbled streets of london.

wimpy's fan. (its like the british version of mcdonalds but less popular and less famous. according to my research).

ANIMALS

Hobie keeps pigeons. he built a little house when he was bored and was surprised to find three pigeons hiding from the rain underneath it the next day. he didn't really intend to keep them but they nested and he kept bringing them food and water. he did name the brown one hobie jr.

hobie has a cat. again, not really 'has' but rather 'it broke into his boat and wont leave'. he didn't name her because he can't think of a good one. for the longest time he had no idea she was living in his floorboards but later discovered a hole in the side of his boat and found a crawlspace just large enough for a kitten.

he is freaked out by snakes. not as in a fear of snakes. but rather in utter disbelief that they can be the size of a human person. he's read about and probably seen the average snake, about the size of an arm. but anything larger than that will make his jaw drop right off of his face

he did have a symbiote dog for a short time. the dog was badly hurt and the passive symbiote had merged with its body to try and help it. he offered it a place to stay and rest and it happily agreed. it followed him around for the short while they had together and one day went off on its own.

he still sees that dog around (affectionately named 'spider-mutt') and offers it head scratches or belly rubs but they always part ways sooner than later.

loves opossums. thinks they look funny.

part two? maybe....

might add more to this as my brain keeps turning.

[irregularmelody]

Hello. A while ago, I said I would bring my analyses about Null Baldi's Basics originally posted on Twitter here. Well, I'll be doing this now. The following is my first analysis ever, where I wrote about Null's behavior.

Click here if you want to see the original post.

Frustration does not equal hating someone.

[Trying to understand Null's behavior.]

Ever since I entered the community, I have noticed a little detail: it appears that most of the people have entered into a mutual consensus that Null feverishly hates the player.

I genuinely think that's not the case. At all.

Analyzing his apparitions throughout the game, one event always happens – Null warning about the game, telling the player to quit “before it's too late”, “before something bad happens” and “before something terrible happens to you [the player]” and to destroy it in its entirety.

That's his utmost priority, make sure the player leaves the game and never returns. Hence why he pleads for you to trust him and listen to him despite the inability to fully express what is the supposed danger lurking around Baldi's Basics, something he himself muses over twice:

“I wish I could say more…”(Classic style)

“I wish I could tell you- Just tell you, hehe, but I can't…”(Demo style)

This hints at the possibility that, if it weren't for the glitching plaguing over Null's speeches, he would tell the player what's so wrong with the game but cannot do so because “some stuff is classified” and needs to resort to being intentionally vague.

In Party Style, in the middle of freaking out while the entire school is slowly being swarmed and demolished by the red Baldloons, Null still has a piece of mind to focus on the player and tell you to get out and never touch on the game again. God knows what the hell would happen to him while the schoolhouse is being obliterated but he instead begs for you to leave first.

It's understandable that Null increasingly starts to lose his patience when all of his warnings for the player tend to be ignored or unceremoniously fall flat. Imagine trying to constantly warn someone about an impending danger but they simply don't listen to it? Null could've given up at any certain moment but he doesn't. Even with his frustration and anger, he kept going out of his way just to try and maintain the player away from the game or get you to destroy it.

Yeah, he was being a little shit in Demo style but even so, he goes as far to personally force closing down the game himself just to keep you away from it despite saying he could get in trouble for doing so but does it anyways.

Then, NULL style. At this point, it's crystal clear that Null will stop the player from advancing furthermore and get you to leave the game for once and for all. If resorting to chasing and taunting the player is what needs to be done, then he will do it. Upon closing the last exit, Null once again tries to reason with you and goes into an extensive monologue in order to get you to stop and leave.

But one small detail I personally find kind of interesting is that, despite his patience running thin and becoming more frustrated by the second, he decides to patiently wait for the player to leave the game by themselves. He screams his lungs out and instead of ending everything right and then there, Null is willing to wait for an eternity just for you to quit. Amusing as it is, he even suggests the idea of the player remaining there with the lines of “or you can just… Stay here… [...] While nothing happens” before brushing it aside and saying that you should go ahead and quit the game.

The boss fight solely starts unless the player attacks him first, otherwise, Null wouldn't chase nor attack you, he would (awkwardly) stand there and wait for who knows how long.

Now in the Developer's office, Null goes after you to talk once again. Even though he is extremely angry about the whole ordeal, he manages to calm himself down to probably try to explain why the game needs to be destroyed. If it weren't for the fact that he got snatched from reality in the middle of it, he would go into a heated ramble about either the game, getting the player to leave and destroy it, the “bad thing” or something else. As of now, it is currently unknown what it could be.

Null's frustration isn't born out of hatred, not for the player, but for the fact he cannot get his warnings to be taken seriously. As I mentioned before, imagine having a person messing around something potentially dangerous and you want to make them aware of it but they continuously keep brushing all of it aside as if it meant nothing? I myself would be angry too. All he wanted to do was maintain the player away from the game and get it destroyed because he saw a threat in it. Sadly, his efforts were never recognized nor did they work. Instead, he got sent somewhere. Or died. I prefer to think he's still around somewhere.

When I understood this, it made me confused on why so many people think he genuinely hates the player. He doesn't hate you, he's annoyed and frustrated with you. Frustration does not equal hating someone. If you give out a warning to someone about something, it means you want to make them aware about that. It means caring. It's natural. If he didn't care then why would he bother going out of his way and hassling himself with all of that trouble just to make the player leave and destroy the game? He kept doing that until the very end. Talk about determination (and stubbornness).

No, I won't lie that I don't think about the fun idea of Null and the player beating the shit out of each other but, for me, he mildly so suffers from the curse of a little something called flanderization: the act of taking a certain detail about a character and exaggerating it so much it becomes the only thing prominent about them. That's the case with Null, that his anger is everything about him.

I beg to differ. That man is a walking enigma, we barely know a proper, substantial thing about him. And despite his role in Classic Remastered, the few minutes of his appearances were enough to set down a certain aspect of his personality but that doesn't mean it's all of it. I mean, take a look at his dialogue. Ironically so, he sounds like the conversational type of person, willing to yap your ear off. At the same time, he knows how to be sarcastic and lowkey an asshole but that's what makes him special. Sometimes, he even sounds kind of awkward, not really knowing what to say next.

Hell, I am talking about the guy who says “jeepers” unironically!! Like, who does that? He's a weirdo, he's a goddamn dork and got himself sent to the contraption because he cared so much. That was his mistake, he cared.

Meanwhile I don't really care about the people who HC's him hating the player, that's just a little nitpick of mine. I might be bullshittting even. I miss him.

tl;dr: guy aggressively cares about your goofy ass but gets himself fucking killed

[princess-of-the-corner]

Not sure I'll write even the whole first chapter, but tinkering with the Sabine!LAdybug & Chat!Chloe fic with some Origins material.

Specifically, this is post Stoneheart running wild & al the students being evacuated to that big arena to wait out the problem.

Sabine Cheng = Madame Vermilion Chloe Bourgeois = Catastrophe

The names don't come up but I wanted to share them, now behold my 1 am musings! XD

-

Adrien found himself leaning against the wall of the grand stadium, Nino & Marinette to one side, Sabrina, and Chloe to the other. No one was really talking even as teachers and other students stretched and theorized or tried to create distractions.

Marinette was dialling her mother over and over again but receiving no response; Nino had a hand on her shoulder even as he occasionally glanced at his own phone.

‘Should I call father?’ Adrien shook his head, ‘No, that would just be… That would just lead to a lecture and him calling me home.’ The last thing he wanted to do right now was make this mess about himself.

He glanced to his side where Chloe was leaning against the wall and scowling out like the entire world was heckling her. It was the sort of aggressive prickliness she usually reserved for well, people she or Adrien didn’t like.

‘I guess the monster attack is getting to her,’ he mused. Or maybe it was that the mayor had delayed an emergency broadcast, not to check if Chloe was OK, but to run his speech by her, because: “I can’t trust the staffs opinion!”

Adrien pressed his tongue to the roof of his mouth; fingers gripping the inside of his pockets as he desperately resisted the urge to try and do something… Anything…

Then Sabrina let out a whimper, “My dad won’t pick up.”

“He’s probably been called to daddy’s side; you know how he liked to keep Roger close at hand.” Chloe said with a disinterested air that she… Probably meant to come off as reassuring.

After all, if she wasn’t worried you shouldn’t be either.

Sabrina nodded slowly, “You’re, you’re probably right Chloe- Dad!”

All four of them turned to Sabrina as she dropped down into a squat, eyes wide as she stared at her phone, a grainy recording showed a red headed officer being held up by his peers as he was pulled off the street shouting in agony at his twisted-up leg.

Adrien shot Chloe a glance and he did see the blonde unfold her arms and start making a move before freezing up. Face contorting between a myriad of hard to read expressions as she remained frozen in place unable to act before growling, “Daddy will have him turned into rubble before this is done.”

Adrien could practically feel the glares Nino & Marinette were sending Chloe, at her failure to be there for her friend who was now quietly crying over her phone. Chloe couldn’t look at her, nails digging into her palms she sent Adrien a wide-eyed almost panicked glance before turning her head away.

‘I can’t blame you; I know this is beyond you.'

Adrien dropped down and gently placed a hand on Sabrina’s back, “He’s alive, just focus on that for now,” Adrien said softly, slowly slinking his arm around Sabrina’s shoulder and letting the girl fall against him.

“Yeah, your dads tough right?” Nino said awkwardly, but still putting some heart into it.

Marinette dropped down at his side and took Sabrina’s loose hand in her own, the redhead squeezed back and nodded weakly. Even still her gaze drifted to Chloe who finally bristled and barked, “I’ll be back in a moment!”

She practically launched herself off the wall and didn’t so much as tear through the crowd as she did project so much presence everyone got out of the way with the understanding that if they didn’t, she’d walk over them.

“I can’t believe she just left,” Nino whispered, too quietly to be heard by anyone but Adrien and even then, only barely.

Adrien didn’t say anything, but he didn’t agree at all regardless.

He knew Chloe, knew how she struggled to understand or be understood by other people; how much of a strain her clumsy attempts at comforting him had been on her.

No, he didn’t blame Chloe for knowing what she simply lacked the capacity to do, anymore than she blamed him for never really standing up to his father.

They were a package deal, so he’d comfort Sabrina and she’d go and do all she could to force the world to be what they needed it to be.

____

Chloe slammed the bathroom door behind her and locked it tight.

A quick scan showed she was alone, and so Chloe kicked an erstwhile bin and sent it shattering against the bathroom wall before stalking up to the nearest mirror. Seething, she scowled at her reflections.

Hair subtly askew, a sheen of sweat, breaths too heavy, she was a wreck!

‘Pathetic, weak, unexceptional! You are a joke!’

Nothing was going right, she couldn’t even think to put her hands around Sabrina like Adrien had, her promises of retribution apparently meant nothing and now Marinette was closing in on her friends and monsters and-

Chloe slammed a flat palm against the mirror, a shot of pain ran through her arm as the glass cracked ever so slightly. The burning ache running through her fingers forced things back into sharp clarity, at least for a moment as she pressed a hand against her chest and made herself breathe deeply.

‘I am a good friend!’ At least...

Insomuch as she knew how to be things like good or friend.

Fighting back a snarl, Chloe tore open her purse and began tossing anything and everything from its confines into the sink. Intent on finding her phone to demand her father bring in tanks and bombers to finally end this insanity. Then she could fix her hair.

OOF GIRL

[crimson-flash]

TOA Anniversary Munday Post

haha i haven't even been here for a month

Celebrating TOA and the people who contribute to make our group what it is.

Repost, don't reblog. Only fill in what you feel comfortable sharing!

Happy anniversary, TOA! Here's to many more years spent together.

Name: Penny

Pronouns: She/them

Birthday (no year): 8/19

Where are you from? What is your time zone?: I'm from the United States of 'Merica, Georgia in particulary.

How long is your roleplay experience? Uh, outside of Roblox, and a little bit of Amino, I basically have none, so a month!

How were you introduced to roleplaying as a whole? I was introduced to roleplaying when I entered a Big Brother RP amino thingy when I was 12, and I won the whole thing while mascaraing as like double my age. It was crazy back then.

How were you introduced to TOA?: I was looking at Joshua art, and then I stumbled across an old Joshua muse which lead me to TOA. I know it sounds a bit crazy.

Do you have any pets?: I have a dog named Mellow! I will protect him with my life. He is my pride and joy.

What is your favorite time of year and why? (Season, holiday, general period): Favorite season is Fall, favorite holiday is Christmas, and my favorite general period of time is whenever I don't have school.

What is your IRL occupation? I don't have a job at the moment, I am just a simple high school senior.

Some interests and things you like/enjoy? I enjoy coding little games, I like romhacking and just seeing my edits change the game, it's kinda like magic, lol. I enjoy going for walks, and racing other people, I also enjoy sleeping, who doesn't.

What non-Fire Emblem games do you play? Pokemon, Stardew Valley, Wildermyth, Ace Attorney, Smash Bros, Mario Kart, Kirby

Favorite Pokemon type & Pokemon: Water, Vaporeon (NOT IN THAT WAY)

Tell us some funfacts and trivia about yourself! Oh, a fun fact? uhhhhh

How did you get into Fire Emblem? I wanted to know where Marth from Smash Bros came from, so I decided I was going to play Awakening, and now I'm obsessed.

What Fire Emblem games have you played? I have played FE7, FE8, FE11, FE12, FE13, FE17

First & Favorite Fire Emblem games: FE13 was my first, and FE8 is my favorite!

List your 5 favorite Fire Emblem characters across the series! Nooo, I can't choose between my bab- Marisa, Henry, Clanne, Joshua, The 7th Platoon is it's own character right?

Who was the first character ever to make you go “ooh I like this one in particular” and why? Can be any context and reason! It was Clanne when I was playing Engage and got really good growths and he MVP'd like the whole entire game.

Any Fire Emblem crushes? 😳 A certain green-haired woman from a game I haven't even played yet.

If you’ve played (or are familiar with) the following games, who was your first S support? Who would you S support nowadays? - Awakening: My first S support was Anna, and I would probably S support my baby Henry now. - Fates: N/A - Three Houses: N/A - Engage: My first S support was Ivy, but now it's probably Panette.

Favorite Fire Emblem class? Armor Knight

If you were a Fire Emblem character, what would be your class and stats? Would you be playable? I would be a reclassable very flexiable unit, but I would always been just below-average in everything, so just like very disappointing. One speed from doubling, and one attack from killing, but I force that luck will always be in my favor.

If you were a Three Houses character, what would be your affiliation? Yellow Team! Uhm, I mean Golden Deer

If you were an Officers Academy student, what would be your boons, banes and potential budding talent? Boons: Reason, Faith. Banes: Axes, Flying (fear of heights), Heavy Armor, Budding Talent: Bows

If you were an Engage character, which nation would you originate from? Solm! I really love Solm and it's characters, it's like Jehanna if it was cool, and didn't have a queen who died in a pretty stupid way and didn't fight back EVEN THoUGH SHE'S A TRAINED SWOR-

How do you pronounce TOA? 🤔(separate letters, to-ah, other?): T-O-A, I will not accept any other pronouncations. 

[biblicallyaccurateslut]

I just read a re-post of one of my post from a non-gaylor, and I would like to say it was a really good, respectful answer that explained their point of view perfectly and, by any means, this post is an attemp to start beef or anything.

Being said that, one of the points that really standed out to me was how some fans would "force a queer identity on her" (not quoting them, just summarizing) and how twisting lyrics to hold a narrative or using certain interpretation of a song, was not healthy, in reference to the connection I made to the album midnights and Taylors queerness.

Now, I would like to ask, isnt twisting a lyric to fit a narrative how people started saying that Taylor was the "argumentative antithetical dream girl" she refers to in hits different, when is crearly (and is a question of grammar and basic language comprension) refering to the muse of the song?

Bet I could still melt your world, argumentative antithetical dream girl. Are you kidding me?? How could you posible say this makes sense if she was refering to herself???

Then, the paternity test constantly done by swifties to look for the muse of a song is nothing more than a certain interpretation of the lyric to fit the narrative. So that is not a thing exclusive to gaylors, almost every swiftie does it.

Now, that is what I like to call a double standard. I am not shaming the original autor of the post that have inspired this text, but pointing out a more societal problem. Very often, speculation and shipping and reading into things, if done in a hetero way is okay but do not dare to do it in a way that relates to queerness.

About the "forcing a queer identity on her", there is a thing, done through history called flagging. Safo was doing it in ancient Grecee, so did Oscar Wilde and more recently Elton John or James Dean. There are signals of the queer community to signal discretely to other lgbtq+ that they are one of them.

Taylor is not subtle about her flagging. She went out in a bi pride colored jacket to sing "and you can want who you want, boys and boys and girls and girls". She did sing about wearing someone like a necklace. She did spray paint her paint the bi colors to her gay pride music video. Use the lyric hair pin drop more than once. She puts lesbian flag colors as the main lighting in her world wide tour. And much much more. Is obvious, really out there for the people who want to see it to see.

Once you see that, you have no option but to hope she is queer; because if she was not, she would only be a straight girl that harmed the queer comunity by taking all the simbolisim that lgbtq+ people have built througt the ages and making it hetero to the mainstream, erasing the very little history the comunity has managed to create in the opressed world that it had have to endure.

So, even if I think that the answer to my previous post was really well written and respectful, I do not think it is a really nuance take.

PD: To the person behind the original blog that posted the answer, if you have read this and recognised yourself on it, just know this is not a personal attack and I apologize before hand if that felt like that to you.

[scholarinbookland]

(Trying not to sound judgemental, sanctimonious, or holier-than-thou is a lost cause, so I’m just prefacing with the disclaimer that I’m not intending that tone)

I think the reason why the broader, non-solo fan perception of Jimin from fans is confusing enough to have me trawling way deeper into the crevasses of this site is because I fundamentally have no interest in the romantic lives of celebrities. Not to say that there’s anything wrong with people who find that interesting or entertaining, but every time a celebrity I was vaguely keeping tabs on revealed a relationship, the only thought I had was a vague, “I hope they’re happy together” each time.

So when I encounter people speculating about the romantic attachments of famous people, all I generally feel is bemusement and disinterest. The closest I’ve come to legitimate real person shipping is hoping that Freddie Mercury was happy with his long-term life partner and husband in all ways but legality before he died of AIDS in his 40s, because I always want artists (musicians, authors, etc) whose artistic output I enjoy to be happy. If their happiness results from consensual non-monogamy or no romantic or sexual relationships as well that’s great, so really the only thing I ship people with is happiness.

This is why the way the way the two big groups of shippers move in the BTS fandom is interesting to me, because the majority of both groups are using the most contrived, conspiracy driven thinking with hidden codes and a timeline they’ve decided among themselves. I’d just find it baffling in a detached manner instead of disturbing if I wasn’t aware that both ships twist original content containing Jimin and spread it around the fandom where even non-shippers can consume misinformation unknowingly. I’m sure there are fans who think Jimin is in a relationship with a band mate and still support his ambition, artistic identity, and true, multifaceted personality, but many who are writing posts in the Jimin tag are not willing to let go of their view of Jimin that’s not based on the real human being.

I don’t have an opinion on Jimin’s personal life, because it’s not relevant to me. If he’s dating or not, and any details therein don’t particularly interest me outside of figuring out the layered meanings of FACE and MUSE.

The secondary reason why BTS shippers confuse me is that I’m mentally comparing this new reality to my experiences in the Queen fandom where there was unavoidable shipping content, but no one honestly believed the members of that band were in a relationship during their day. I occasionally interacted with shipping content, but no one I encountered was trying to create relationship timelines, and were all aware of the fictional nature of their perceptions of the band members.

Sure, certain members began to have their personalities distorted after a certain point, so that’s when I stepped away from that fandom experience, but overall the only people I encountered claiming their ship was real shipped a confirmed relationship. It made for a much more chill fandom experience, because no one I saw was making ad hominem attacks about the validity of your favourite band member’s skills, personality, or friendships with the others based on ships. It was honestly like being a fan of historical figures instead of living people, even though 3/4 are still living, because the group functionally ended before I was even born.

I’m not calling the fandom experience here bad, but it can be disappointing at times to encounter Jimin hate and I have to remember not to let myself compare BTS members to Queen members, even if they share some similarities in personality types and musical output in the group overall. I honestly feel it’s a better comparison than 1D, the Beatles, Destiny’s Child, NSYNC, etc, because both Queen and BTS share an early struggle that unified them, being initially bigger in another country before breaking out massively in their own, trying all sorts of sounds throughout their career, and writing their own music collectively, among other similarities, but calling Jimin a Freddie Mercury who is treated like a John Deacon in-group doesn’t mean anything to those without my frame of reference.

Time to head back to YouTube and watch some animal videos to cleanse my palate.

[buckybarnesss]

on fire: a teen wolf novel chapters 4-6 chapters 1-3 here

cox communications doesn't respect 3rd shift workers so last night i had to go into my brick and mortar office. i was able to get a lot of reading done but due to rules and regulations i was unable to write down my thoughts as i went. instead i used those little sticky note tabs to mark passages of interest so that's why this post took a little bit longer as i had to review what i had marked.

anyway.

our national nightmare continues.

ngl this book is weird. it's bizarro season 1.

it's non-canon compliant post-episode 5 the tell. i genuinely do not understand why they just didn't tap nancy holder to write a novelization of season 1.

warning: kate argent's existence and general grossness.

so buckle up buttercups here's a preview of what's to come:

we start this chapter from kate's point of view and it makes me feel dirty already. cast it into the fire, isildur. she’s just vile. just look at these nauseating quotes that she has all within the first page: 

“nothing beat the feel of cold, hard steel -- unless it was the rippling muscles of a well-built man.”

this bitch.

”god, all those muscles. the last time she’d seen him, he’d still been in high school. still a kid. a stupid, gullible kid, who should have died in the hale house fire along with the rest of his family.”

tell me again how the intention wasn't for derek to have been a minor when kate was grooming him? tell me fucking again.

“maybe she should’ve taken advantage of derek while he’d been down on the floor, writhing from the nine hundred thousand volts she’d sent skittering though his kick-ass body. for old time’s sake.”

chris and victoria are there too, being way more normal about things. they brought egg salad and cold cuts which feels like it’s hitting the beat where victoria comes in with cookies in the show. 

despite having grounded allison for her skipping school with scott on her birthday they are perfectly fine with her having not only a study date with lydia but allowing her to sleep over. it’s apparently to cover the arrival of a shipment of weapons. kate isn’t impressed that they’re still hiding everything from allison and disappointed there isn’t some super-special weapon in the shipment. 

this entire time she’s being weird and kind of sexual about an uzi. like, fuck off kate. 

now we’re back to scott and allison at the seedy motel plot where they are trying to locate jackson. “scott’s first instinct was to throw his arms around allison and duck, but she yanked the door open and barreled inside the motel like a superhero.”  uou are goddamn right, scott. that is ally a. 

the motel is basically an off the books brothel. one of the patrons supposedly saw something in one of the windows when he went open it for a smoke but saw something that scared him causing a heart attack. allison and scott ask a few people if they’ve seen jackson then have to book it when sheriff stilinski shows up.  these two idiots duck down in her car. i think we see stiles and scott do this a few times in the show.

lydia calls allison freaked out that she hadn’t called her back yet and harkens back to the tell by saying “a....window?” when they tell her about the man having a heart attack and scott describes her as sounding odd. i appreciate that lydia's trauma isn't being ignored because that just happened to her in the tell.

all this use of the generic where’s my phone app and using conference calls to sneak around feels like an adaptation of the plot beat in wolf’s bane.

the sterek agenda continues. derek and stiles spend a significant portion of the coming chapters together much like they do in the back half of season 1. it starts with the possible origin of the derek being in stiles’s room trope. stiles muses over the text he’d received from scott about the incident at the motel and as if being summoned derek is just suddenly there in his room. look at this bullshit:

he texted back, muttering, “so, scott, saw what? saw derek?” “yes?” derek said from behind him. “yeaoww!” stiles shouted. he turned around to find derek leaning against the wall. he did that on an irritatingly frequent basis, both at scott’s house and casa stilinski. he was wearing his black leather jacket and he looked especially pouty and broody. “could you not do that anymore? it is so not cool.”

irritatingly frequent basis? how many times has derek randomly appeared in your room stiles? and i’m sorry “especially pouty and broody”? what a totally super casual observation that is.

it gets even better. derek questions what scott is doing and stiles deadass answers “doin’ stuff.” which naturally irritates derek and derek requests stiles tell scott he wants to meet him. they’re interrupted by the sheriff calling for stiles to which we get:

“gotta go get that.” Stiles pointedly shut down his desktop -- Derek actually growled -- and slid his phone into the pocket of his jeans. “don’t touch anything.”

derek why are you growling? weirdo.

stiles talks to his dad and probes for information about the motel guy and they discuss his homework. it's actually a pretty great conversation between the two and pretty much the only time it occurs in the book.

there’s a mention of stiles’s mother and the sheriff asks stiles if he’s taken his adderall that day. so again, clearly whatever notes holder received very much indicated stiles's ADHD.

back in stiles’s room we get derek pointedly having ignored stiles’s directive to not touch anything: “he zoomed back into his room to find derek clacking away on his computer keyboard.” and “hey,” he said. “keep your paws off.” derek gave him one of his trademark sour glares.” this just continues to confirm for me that holder received some kind of outline of character and plot beats. casa stilinski? sour glares? derek and stiles doing investigative work and going to a hospital? stiles having a low key bisexual crisis over derek? it’s all there. i mean bro look at this:

“look,” derek leaned toward him and the hairs on the back of stiles’s neck stood straight up.”

and the banter:

“but don’t do anything wolfy in my jeep,” he said, opening his door and peering into the hallway. the coast was clear. “like stick our head out the window to let your tongue hang out --” “shut up,” derek said. 

here's another werewolf moment i find rather intriguing. scott and allison have made it to the preserve by this point still hot on the trail of jackson who lydia had told them was somewhere in the preserve. scott has a moment where in his mind he hears the how of a wolf. it says “an echo inside an echo” and “one wolf calling to another. seeking the pack.” that's pretty cool and it's not something shows up in the show.

jackson has finally arrived. i miss this asshole. he's in the woods being pissy about meeting the private investigator that had left him a note and a picture of his supposed biological father.

jackson’s perspective on what happened in magic bullet is just [chef’s kiss]. he refers to derek as scott’s drug dealer.

“mccall’s creepy drug dealer had shown up at school. when jackson had stood up to him, he’d grabbed him by the neck, and, like, gouged him with his fingernails.”

in jackson’s narration something caught my eye. “things had been fine before the start of the school year. Then it was almost as if McCall had concocted some kind of scheme over the summer to ruin his life.” so not only is this book an AU of season 1, the time frame seems off. the show starts the first day after their winter break in january. wolf moon takes place during the episode. the book places this before wolf moon has occurred which comes up later in derek’s narration. 

 this is such a good line and is a window into jackson’s mentality: “everyone wanted something jackson had. it was usually money or popularity. the secret? they were exactly the same thing.”

allison and scott are still in the woods. they’ve been kissing for a while but then they run into a wolf. they are really so soppy in this book and it's both accurate and annoying. allison is awed and scott is quietly panicking. allison goes on about how she thought it was beautiful and scott’s mind wonders if he’ll ever turn into a wolf like how Laura did. which, lol, no baby because you never make peace fully with being a werewolf. 

annnnd we’re back to the stiles and derek plot line. they’re playing dress up. i kid you not. these two are pulling a dean and sam. 

“my new best friend and i are at the hospital.” stiles said, twirling the listening end of a stethoscope in a little circle. so far he’d been unable to hypnotize derek with it.

there’s another small dig about derek not being a real person in stiles’s narration. this book hates derek, okay but i have a lo more on that later. for now these two idiots infiltrated the hospital by pulling the old stand by of Looking Important. stiles has a conversation with scott which is invoking wolf’s bane so hard:

“and you’ll never guess what. you can get past hospital security if you steal a white coat out of the storage room and parade around with it and a clipboard.” derek grunted. he was the one holding the clipboard, but he had passed on wearing a lab coat.”

stiles continues his observations of derek like the freak4freak he is:

“stiles covered the phone, “he can’t talk about wolfie matters,” he reported back to derek.  “because he’s with her,” derek said, looking even more dour than usual. stiles had never realized there were so many degrees of the brood until derek hale came into their lives.”

there’s a bit of back and forth regarding scott reporting that he and allison saw an actual wolf. derek’s disbelieving and cranky to which stiles ponders this totally normal thought:

“maybe if he gave derek a sugar cube -- or threw him a piece of raw meat -- derek might cheer up. stiles would have to try that someday. but today wasn’t looking good for that.”

derek then snatches stiles’s phone to question scott’s whereabouts. he is still cranky. meanwhile stiles is reading derek’s body language and it’s way too detailed for a normal person. like, stiles no one cares derek’s hand is in his jacket pocket while he grumps at scott and emphasizes “like always”. stiles how hard have you been watching derek? he may have complained about derek showing up in his room unnaounced but he's like

before we get into derek’s narration which ooh boy guys you aren’t ready. stiles and derek have their classic bickering-bantering some more. 

derek’s insisting stiles take him to the preserve so he can scent scott out. stiles is appalled and is like “oh my god derek you weirdo there’s an app for that.” and gets a little red riding hood dig in.

derek refuses to admit stiles has a point but orders stiles to give him his phone. stiles all but says Fuck You No and derek brings out his oldie but goodie:

“tell me or i’ll rip your throat out.” 

stiles probably thinks “don’t threaten me with a good time” but instead he says that he knows derek’s not telling him everything and insists he’s going with derek to find scott. 

it ends on this exchange:

“all right,” he said, “but we’ll take your jeep.” stiles huffed. “why can’t we ever take your car?” 

alas the camero. we barely knew her.

now we switch to derek’s point of view to narrate and so begins a piece of characterization that i don’t like, isn’t actually accurate to the character at any point in the series and frankly chaps my ass. i’m just going to give you all the paragraph as a whole.

“hey, you have to take me with you.,” scott’s annoying little sidekick insisted as derek stalked out of the hospital. derek took a tiny bit of satisfaction in the way the human had to trot along to stay abreast. he was sick to death of taking the weakness of humans into account while formulating his plans. de respected power, and few humans had any.”

besties, this book may very well be the origin of Derek Thinks Humans Are Weak trope. now, i’m sure some of you are like heather aren’t you perhaps being a tad dramatic? 

no. no i’m not. at first i considered this might be because of derek’s experience with kate. it would make sense that perhaps based off the information holder had that derek might be wary but than this fucker drops this line:

“werewolves didn’t share information with humans, ever.”

but he follows this thought with this:

“except for him, derek hale. he had shared information with a human. he hadn’t meant to. and the results had been disastrous.”

i will definitely get into more detail about this attitude he has because it really comes out in some later chapters because ooooh boy y’all ain’t prepared for the nonsense ahead. in actual canon derek never behaves this way or express this kind of opinion about humans. it stands out starkly in contrast to the episode this moment is paralleling in wolf’s bane. derek thinks stiles is annoying but not because he’s human. 

we end this chapter on jackson’s point of view. de had met with the so-called private investigator and they tit-for-tatted and jackson bolted when he sensed danger in the woods. now he’s lost in the woods. he’s scared, doesn’t want to admit it and sends a text to lydia.

it's here in these chapters where i realized that the character of deaton is missing entirely. since all of season 1's plot past the tell is omitted deaton's significance went with it.

also the mystery of the alpha is present but she's unable to really do anything with it so peter's presence is still regulated to comatose burn victim.