#this time with my own little spin

[rosieshipper]

Omega: *completely and deliriously tired* My name is boop boop ba boop!

Hunter: Boop boop ba boop needs to go to bed

Omega: Neverrrr! *Runs right up to Tech and grabs his arms before speaking very seriously* Coconuts have water in them!

Tech: Yes that is a well known fact

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Why are you running?

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[kazanskyy]

iceman + his concern for maverick post-hop 31

[ragnarokhound]

puts this on your list of things to do

Skcnwksks *adds another stone atop the mountain, and the world sinks another inch closer to hell

But okay fr. I actually read Knight Terrors: Robin today, and with the enormous grain of salt that I am working mostly with fandom osmosis, esp re: their established relationship, I think they alllllmost wrote something that worked. Almost. Long rambling nitpicks under the cut:

I think if they had about three more pages they could have established Tim and Jason's relationship and their problems with working together a little better; and either cut Babs out as the middle man who introduced their individual issues to the audience, or used her more effectively as a mediator.

They very clearly wanted to showcase two problems: Tim is working himself to death trying to save everyone, and Jason is suffering by insisting on working alone. Good! I like this concept. It's annoying to me that Babs is the one who tries to reach out to both of them about these issues, gets rebuffed, and then is never heard from again. I'd much prefer it if they tried to talk to each other on their own and it went poorly at first, only to be forced to open up in the nightmare realm. It would tighten up their combined arc if they'd had one single conversation before the Inciting Incident occurs.

Like, don't get me wrong. I am waffling about this because Babs is a good entry voice to help introduce our primary actors. She is the person they have in common, and by having her be the voice in their ear, we see that other people in their support networks are worried about them.

But man, why not just have Tim monologue to himself about being ready to wrap up his third bust of the night and consider hitting up Jason to see if he needs help on the intergang drug bust he's in the middle of. It could be on Tim's way to the next place he's going, demonstrating that he's stretching himself thin and looking for even more to do; even with people like Jason who he isn't all that close with. And then Tim and Jason have their own snarky conversation (with some veiled flirting) about not needing each other's help or each other's nagging, and that's when the nightmare mist hits.

Because the story is only tangentially about people other than Jason and Tim. They're both too wrapped up in their own problems to notice other people reaching out to them about their fucked behavior. So Babs could have been used as a yardstick for each of them - Tim dismissed her fears at first, Jason hung up on her outright - but only if she comes back.

If Babs had also been there at the end to check in with them, yeah, it might have lessened the impact of Jason's plea for help and getting only Tim in response, but it would have been the indicator that they were now ready to hear the worries expressed by their loved ones. A very *clear* indicator of what has changed in the narrative that justifies Babs' involvement in the first place. You could have her come in right as Tim and Jason are catching up after the initial plea, having just escaped her own nightmare (*editors note: see Babs' knight terrors issue, lmao). She could groggily direct them to someone who needs help. All three of them are working together now, Tim and Jason are on their way to opening up to more people; huzzah

And hell. If you want to justify why Tim knows stuff about Jason he shouldn't - or why Jason might know something about Tim that he shouldn't for that matter - a little extra time spent together in the nightmare zone is great for that. Make them see each other's worst memories. Make them see each other's defining moments. Make it the twisted, terrible, self-directed-blame version of events that exists in their heads, and then they can separately call bullshit.

You literally put them into a shared mind palace!! Why did Tim know that about Sheila? Because he just saw it in Jason's head. How does Jason know Tim has a savior complex too big to shoulder? Same deal. IMO, this would have made their insistence that the other person is better than they think much more natural. It's not an empty sentiment because 'I've literally seen what you think of yourself and I am telling you that it isn't true'. (They're in a shared mindscape. Why not imply that they are seeing what the other is seeing too. That they're having a shared experience and are privy to each other's thoughts, emotions, and memories? Easy to do. "I feel like I'm walking to class in the 10th grade...but when I was that age, I was 6 feet under." "And I'm positive I'm picking up ammo for a gun I don't own. I think it's safe to say we're sharing a dream.")

I'm also ??? about why the nightmare zone let them talk at all?? Maybe that's something that we don't have time to explain/ it doesn't need explaining, but if I were a terrible nightmare creature and I was menacing two people at once, I simply wouldn't let them exist in the same space. Isolation is key to breaking someone's will. If you let them talk to each other they could help each other. Fool. Buffoon. Literally the only reason to let them talk to each other is if you think they'll make each other worse lmao.

There was a clever visual trick in which Jason hits the void barrier and Tim sees the ripples he makes - but iirc that is the closest we get to an explanation of how they might be breaking through to each other. And it happened after they were almost done with their second conversation. Too little, too late, IMO.

Arguments could be made that they were able to break through because they were approaching a hard limit. Jason hears Tim again when he yells at his double to shut up, when Jason himself is just about ready to throw in the towel. The moment of deepest despair, the realization for both of them that they're not cut out to solve the problem with their current method. Something something, breaking the pattern - but why let them, unless the nightmare can't do anything about it? I do like a monster with a secret weakness, so I'm willing to let it slide now that I've talked it out lol but still. It feels like an unearned conversation when the only convo they had before was mostly exposition.

Anyway. Tldr; if the writers had a few more pages and shown us Tim and Jason's conflict with each other rather than water it down via Babs (OR BROUGHT HER BACK TO TIE IT ALL UP WITH A BOW) it would have been a tighter & more interesting story.

[stardestroyer81]

Inspired by this post by @artpro86, I wanted an excuse to draw my latest blorbo, Cindy Bear, in a similar fashion... it didn't take me too long to be struck with an iconic reaction image to redraw with her instead.

[batsplat]

sometimes casey throws a like on posts about valentino's wins on four wheels, got me wondering how he really feels about vale's retirement life. back in the twilight of vale's career, casey was kinda sad seeing vale content with just hitting top five. but end of last year, he said he's happy for vale's new life vibe. (https://www.tumblr.com/kwisatzworld/735598710184165376/casey-stoner-talks-about-valentino-rossi-in-an)

but man, they're like poles... casey's rebuilding his storm-hit home on the gold coast, swinging golf clubs. meanwhile, valentino's still going full throttle—aside from a vacay in ibiza, dude's been all over the map this year with car races, bike races, tests, and coaching at his academy.

I'm gonna be honest, I have zero awareness of what any of these men do on social media... don't really keep up with them post-retirement in general unless they're literally at the races, giving interviews about their careers and whatnot. so whenever someone on here mentions something like this it's very... I didn't know that but it sure is interesting!! very sweet of casey lol (also link to the gifs)

though, quick note, I wouldn't say valentino was content back in the day with just being in the top five (or lower) - it's just the idea of stopping for a long time felt worse than carrying on. from that same giornale interview, -

And what is it like to live with the idea of ​​leaving? "It's difficult to accept. I didn't give up until the end. But you understand that at forty you no longer have those homicidal instincts that you had when you were twenty-five. But it was hard. At a certain point in my career, about ten years ago, I asked myself: do I stop when I'm on the crest of a wave and retire as a world champion, or do I race until I can't stand it anymore?" Answer? "I race until I can't stand it anymore. And so I did."

it's something he had to decide for himself... of course, both marc and casey have said something along the lines of how they could never have done that themselves, how for them it's only worth it if they're winning. and, y'know, there is something about that for valentino... for all that obviously he is obsessed with winning and desperately wants to do so... he really doesn't just thrive in a fight - he needs it. and it's so interesting, in a way, when you think about just how early in his career he was flirting with the idea of walking away... and then think about how long he ended up sticking around. sure, he was always pretty clear that he would have just done something else racing-related like f1 rather than retire, but still! and in a way, it's probably the fact that he started losing that made him so determined to stick around... the malaise was at its strongest whenever he was winning, or rather, winning too easily... a motogp without valentino might have made it likelier that casey would stick around for longer, whereas a motogp with casey made it less likely that valentino would leave

but yes, casey did say motogp would be better with valentino close to the top:

casey's opinions on what counts as 'good racing' are a whole other thing I'm not going to get into right now, but, I don't know! it's fun! it's fun that casey looked at the 2013-18 period and then what came after that and went 'yeah it'd be better if valentino were involved in this'! "battling it out with these guys" - not even casey stoner is immune to the good old fashioned joys of watching valentino getting himself involved in a dogfight! very compelling of him. I don't think it's just lip service either, not least since it's not like casey is massively inclined to shoot random compliments in valentino's direction (yes, even during valentino's swansong casey did have some rather less friendly hot takes he needed to get off his chest). and... y'know, before the feud really got going casey did talk about how much he'd enjoyed watching valentino, went out with his mates to observe valentino in all his sessions and all that... given you're generally not watching valentino oohing and aahing about him hooking together a quali lap, he must have also enjoyed watching valentino race! happens to the best of us I fear

a persistent problem for a lot of valentino's rivals is how closely associated valentino has become with the very idea of motogp, which, y'know, is the thing they've dedicated their entire lives to. now, for casey this is particularly gnarly and complicated and painful because he has a severely strained relationship with the whole sport, in some ways that come back to valentino and in some ways that go beyond him. and post-retirement, it's not like casey has completely eschewed that active connection to the sport - he was a test rider, he wanted to race again in 2015 as a replacement for dani, he's worked as a rider coach. so again *wiggles hand* complicated. fundamentally though, yes, two very different outlooks. valentino was desperate to race in motogp until he couldn't any more. whereas casey? he's not even missed the racing itself:

can you imagine something more foreign to valentino than this... who loves nothing more than the thrill of the hunt, of the chase, of the kill... that is not a man who was showing up every weekend for the qualifying sessions. it's a way in which they could not be more different - and of course that's further reflected in what they've chosen to do with their time since retirement. valentino is so eternally restless, casey needed to ground himself again. valentino will not stop racing for as long as is physically possible, whereas casey is spending his days fishing... or swinging golf clubs apparently. wait a minute, you say his house was destroyed? by a tornado? ah

anyhow, that's the bit I love about them (not the tornado bit)... how they're both extremely similar and extremely different at the same time - that's the kind of tension through which the narrative juices flow... they're similar in ways you kind of have to be if you want to be very good at a sport, and very good in that sport specifically. in their commitment, their will, their passion for what they do. their competitive instincts, their need to win. how interested they are in preserving the 'soul' of their sport, how they were both firmly on the anti-electronics train for years and years... valentino being told about casey's comments in 2013 pressers and being like 'yeah I'm with him on this'... casey saying in 2018 that valentino is, and I quote, "like me: if it weren't for all these electronics that manage the bike, if the power was controlled only by the rider's right wrist, rossi would still be number one on the track". by the way, and this has absolutely zero relevance to this post, I do need to bring up this comment from the same interview because it makes me laugh:

so real, casey. I wanted drama too. anyway, that comment casey made about the 'stunning blood red' ducati being contaminated by luminous yellow or whatever - obviously in context it was anti-valentino, but it was also revealing that this is even something he cares about because he loves this sport... he wants it to remain true to itself... he regrets not having had the chance to ride the 500cc bikes that valentino was the last guy to be able to win a title on, which obviously valentino is also insanely proud of. there's little things that stand out when you cross-read their autobiographies - like for instance the deep preoccupation with the 'bike or rider' question, partly because they'd both been accused of owing their achievements to something else other than their actual ability (and of course, because they're funny like that, they do both absolutely do this to each other) (also to some extent literally every champion gets put through this, they sure do have a lot of opinions about it though). their thoughts on the importance of being honest to yourself and being honest about what you owe your success to... about not deluding yourself, of not blaming the bike when you are the one to make an error... there's plenty of interesting overlap in what they write y'know

they are both incredibly capable of holding grudges, they are both petty to a fault and will remember any offence you committed even if it was about seven years ago (genuinely casey might be even worse on this metric). and they use this to motivate themselves... they are both so so determined to prove people wrong. if they think you've wronged them, they openly admit that they use that as fuel to spur themselves on. it's the power of spite - yamaha rejected casey so he wanted to show them, nobody thought valentino could make the yamaha switch work so he wanted to rub it in honda's faces. they love to get even. they can be quite suspicious of others to the point of paranoia; there's a world in which they combine their powers to be extremely accomplished conspiracy theorists. they both have a temper - it's easier to get casey angry, but valentino is downright vicious when effectively provoked. plus, and this bit cannot be stressed enough, they are both insane. different flavours of insane, but, still, insane. if you spend enough time thinking about laguna 2008, this kind of becomes one of the key takeaways - because, okay, valentino's riding was. eh. but casey's riding? also very! eh! valentino started it but casey joined in! casey always talked about how much that race changed for him, how it taught him to be more selfish, to just race for himself... and even if it made him feel bad, the thing about casey is that he was willing to do that

but at the same time, of course they're both very different, in all the deeply obvious ways. their respective relationships to publicity, to media, to fame - valentino does struggle with it, does hate it a lot of the time, but at the end of the day he still shines in the spotlight and is an incredibly effective communicator. he's willing to play the game a lot more than casey is... although casey can play it too, if in a different way, when valentino forces him into it. casey's still willing to play it now, which is why you hear him constantly offering his commentary on that rivalry - he's selling a story, a narrative that he may genuinely believe in but that also is of course supposed to flatter him. at the end of the day, however, casey doesn't quite get why all of this has to be such a big part of the sport, why it's necessary to even have anything apart from the racing... whereas valentino has always understood why all the other stuff exists and why it's worth engaging with the public-facing side of the sport, even when he hasn't liked it

valentino loves the sport in its entirety, immediately embraced the entire circus of the paddock and found it endlessly exciting and exhilarating from the very first moment, whereas casey has often wished he could escape all parts of the sport that aren't the racing itself. valentino is someone who has spoken at length about the bonds of friendship with his team and how important they are to him, whereas casey is a man who has said his only friend in the paddock is his wife. the very strong but different connections they both have to their place of origin, and how meaningful those are to both of them, how important it is to their sense of identity... somewhere they'll always come back to. and of course there's a ruthlessness to valentino that is mostly alien to casey, if not entirely. valentino relishes the battle, whereas casey would prefer to avoid it. there are things valentino is ready to do, lines he's ready to cross, where casey doesn't even understand why you would do any of that. valentino loves having... if not an enemy, then certainly a target - and while casey is hardly a stranger to the motivating power of spite, he is more or less happy to complete his track times on an empty bit of asphalt. relatedly, he also wishes to believe that he is completely immune to any kind of psychological tactics... and sometimes he's more right than he's given credit for and sometimes he's wrong. casey is a lot more preoccupied with this rivalry than valentino is - and of course it has a far more defining role within his career than vice versa. casey walked away so much sooner than valentino did because he had grown estranged from the sport he had so loved. whereas valentino never stopped loving it, even when it hurt him, even when it could have killed him... and he never will stop loving it

this post is going to take a bit of a left field turn, sorry. but there's just something about. idk. athletes trapped in a rivalry that's so intense and so meaningful for at least one half, but that's also so about the kind of... gulf between them, the mutual lack of comprehension, where it feels like the divide is so big it might be unbridgeable... anyway, it always makes me think of a specific bit of andre agassi's autobiography where he talks about his rivalry with pete sampras. so here:

Walking up to the gate, who should I see but Pete. As always, Pete. He looks as if he's done nothing for the last month but practise, and when he wasn't practising, he was lying on a cot in a bare cell, thinking about beating me. He's rested, focused, wholly undistracted. I've always thought the differences between Pete and me were overblown by sportswriters. It seemed too convenient, too important for fans, and Nike, and the game, that Pete and I be polar opposites, the Yankees and Red Sox of tennis. The game's best server versus its best returner. The diffident Californian versus the brash Las Vegan. It all seemed like horseshit. Or, to use Pete's favorite word, nonsense. But at this moment, making small talk at the gate, the gap between us appears genuinely, frighteningly wide, like the gap between good and bad. I've often told Brad that tennis plays too big a part in Pete's life, and not a big enough part in mine, but Pete seems to have the proportions about right. Tennis is his job, and he does it with brio and dedication, while all my talk of maintaining a life outside tennis seems like just that - talk. Just a pretty way of rationalizing all my distractions. For the first time since I've known him - including the times he's beaten my brains out - I envy Pete's dullness. I wish I could emulate his spectacular lack of inspiration, and his peculiar lack of need for inspiration.

obviously the specific details of the rivalry are very different, and the two rivalries don't map neatly onto each other at all. but I don't know, it's always felt a good way of summing up that! disconnect!! the whole world might want you to be distinct from your rival for narrative purposes and you're aware of how artificial the whole thing is... but sometimes it can still be true... casey's always talking about how he never got obsessed with his rivals, how he always treated them all the same, how it was all just externally imposed onto him... which, okay, we could perhaps question the supposed lack of obsession, but it still comes back to how you don't want it to just be about you and that other guy. always you and them, them and you - and maybe you can't actually escape it because it's the truth... it's your legacy, it's fundamentally interwoven into the fabric of your career, it's why you will never truly free yourself from that narrative. "the gap between us appears genuinely, frighteningly wide, like the gap between good and bad"... you're bound together in your shared passion for this sport, but your biggest rival is also somebody who you feel like you'll never truly understand

casey may feel alienated from valentino and in doing so feel alienated from the very sport itself. whereas for valentino, casey was just what he needed. having casey was something motivating, something exciting for valentino - however annoying he found that man, he always needs something to inspire him and for a while there that something was casey. it's a rivalry that wore away at casey while at the same time it lit a fire within valentino... the 'cordial' mutual hatred they exhibited towards each other, wrapped up in this sense of mutual estrangement, it weighed more heavily on one of them than it did on the other... all these similarities between the two characters that exist alongside the violence of the contrast between them. that underlying and inescapable sense of alienation. on some level, they were always perfectly clear on who the other man was when they were fighting each other - and tailored their approach to the rivalry accordingly. but knowing doesn't quite equal empathy, it's not the same as understanding, and the distance between the pair of them inevitably remained. hey, maybe a dinner will fix it, maybe casey can explain where he was coming from to valentino and get the chance to interrogate valentino on the same. because that's what casey's expressing there, right, when he's talking about telling valentino his 'challenges' from his 'point of view'... it's not even as much about understanding as much as it is about being understood. it's about getting valentino to comprehend casey's side of things. maybe even getting valentino to care. of course, more likely than not, the dinner hasn't happened and will never happen. more likely than not, that gap will remain unbridgeable. perhaps it's too much to ask for, to ever truly know your foil. perhaps it's even more impossible to expect to be known

[opens-up-4-nobody]

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[panie-wanie-dean-bean]

Ah Dream, the head of Stars Inc. and the city’s most famed altruist. Everyone loves him, almost to a disturbing degree, most people thinking they’re friends before they even meet him. It’s a lot to say the least, to have everyone thinking you're this untouchable beacon of good, while also relying on you like a close friend. How he doesn’t get pulled in half is beyond most people

But this story isn’t about him, it’s about you. You are Dream’s secretary. Kinda. That’s your job title, your main job is actually making sure there’s someone here who can think rationally that he will actually listen to. Blue is actually very smart about what needs the most attention and how much Dream should be stretching himself, but Dream doesn’t really take what he says to heart. Not with you though, you swear you could tell this man to eat dirt and he wouldn’t hesitate. It’s a lot of power, but something something great power, great responsibility

Dream will actually listen to you unlike most, but that’s because he trusts you so much, and that trust has some side effects. Dream doesn’t rely on anyone, he does not anger, and he certainly doesn’t cry, these were all rules that were broken once you started working for him. You were his outlet, his one exception, when it was just the two of you he finally let himself vent, let himself mourn and rage and actually acknowledge how awful he felt. And you’re glad he’s letting himself do all that, but…does it have to be you???

You just work here, his emotional stability wasn’t in your fucking job description. But you feel so bad complaining about it! Any time you mention something you’d like or need he buys it for you, any time you start to show discomfort with his neediness he offers to take you to your favorite restaurant as a treat. You don’t want for anything here, a mere mention and it’s yours, to the point it almost feels like bribery? But it’s not like he’s an abusive boss, he just…needs you, in a way he doesn’t let himself need anyone else

It would be great if you could think clearly at least, working here just makes you so fucking tired you just can’t argue with most of the things he does. He doesn’t have you running around or anything, it’s just the condition he keeps you in. You’re a shadow monster, and with your magic you can control both light and shadow, and since that’s what your body is made of it allows you to shapeshift at the cost of your energy the longer you keep it up. For any other monster it might knock them out entirely, but you’ve been holding up a “human” form for almost your entire life

It was your parents who insisted on it, monsters don’t do as well in the world, they wanted to give you the best shot you could have. It’s not their fault, they have to keep up their forms too, they’re just worried about you. You think anyway. God you hope that’s why

Dream doesn’t let you take a more natural form at work either, which, you’d get if he was a normal boss. But he isn’t, he’s your friend, or you thought you were friends, why else would he trust you this fucking much? But when you showed him what you really looked like, he was horrified. He tried to play it off, tried to pretend that it didn’t affect him as much as it clearly had, but you’ve seen that look before

You assume it has something to do with his brother, Nightmare. He runs a gruesome gang of killers that have been tormenting the city and gaining more and more territory by the month. How effective their methods were sent shivers down your spine just thinking about it. They are what Dream is fighting against, most of his work going into minimizing or fixing the damage caused by them in his territory, and occasionally squaring up against Nightmare’s little henchmen when they try to shoulder their way into gaining more of the city

You don’t know exactly what happened between them, all you really know is that Dream blames himself for it. In between sobs you’ve made out things like “I couldn’t save him” before, but that’s about it. Whenever you try to bring him up Dream shuts you down, softly of course, but he can’t will himself to talk about it. Unless he’s liquored up that is, but he doesn’t even let you into his office when that happens

And so you’re here, stuck being Dream’s little venting buddy. Things could be worse you guess, he’s kept you far far away from Nightmare’s gang so that’s something. The pay isn’t too bad either. You just wished you didn’t feel like absolute shit all the time, and it’s not like you can let yourself actually enjoy the good moments either. Your magic is heavily swayed by your emotions, to keep your form stable with how constantly tired you are you have to stay cold, distant, lifeless…

Ah well, it’s almost time to clock out anyway. Soon you’ll be home, and you can drop this human disguise, and sink into the darkest corner of your living room to watch youtube, yeah “Heeeeey buddy!” Oh god, what does Ink want at this hour??? You phrase that question a little more politely before asking him “Oh, I don’t want anything, but the boss wants to see you” Really? But it’s almost the end of your shift, what does he need from you? You see the gears try to grind off a thick layer of rust inside Ink’s skull before he shrugs “I don’t remember. Guess you’ll have to find out for yourself, see ya!”

Wonderful, it wouldn’t be the first time you’ve stayed after hours to comfort your boss, but you really didn’t feel up to this shit today. Either way, you take in a deep breath before getting up from your desk and moving to Dream’s office. On the way you bump into Blue, you give him a tired smile and he gives you one back “Uh, Dream-” Needs you, you’re well aware. He sighs “Yeah, do you want me to wait for you? I could walk you home” No no, at least one of you should be able to enjoy the end of their shift, besides, who knows how long this will take

Blue gives you an apologetic look but nods, taking his leave so you can be alone with your boss. You walk into Dream’s office, it’s cleaner than you thought it would be. Dream is a very neat guy but he tends to let things get out of control when he feels like shit “Oh! Good, I thought I might not catch you before you clocked out” Oh he caught you alright, what exactly did he need? “Well, nothing this time, really. I just wanted to warn you” Oh god, did you do something? “No! No no no, nothing like that. It’s just…Nightmare has been quiet for a while now, and that��s usually when he strikes the hardest. I just want-...I need you, to be safe, ok?”

You nod and thank him for the warning, are you excused? “...Let me walk you home, I-” Dream, you cut him off, telling him that you’ll be extra extra careful. While Dream technically already knows your address, a part of you really didn’t want him getting familiar with where you live. His face is full of worry, and you can tell he wants to say something, but he lets it go. A sigh huffs out through his teeth before he gives you the go ahead, with a small “See you tomorrow” thrown in at the end. It sounded more like he was trying to convince himself rather than actually wishing you well

You try to shake it off as you start the walk home, Blue nowhere to be seen as you step out of the building. You were starting to regret sending him off, you’re sure Dream is just being paranoid again, but something about this didn’t feel right. It had been a long time since Nightmare had done anything, whatever he’s planning must be big, but you doubt it would have anything to do with you. You’re just Dream’s secretary, you can’t even fight, why would anyone spend any effort trying to get you?

You come to an unexpected stop during your walk. Construction? There’s a big metal fence and traffic cones littered all over where you’re supposed to be going. That isn’t a huge deal, you know the city like the back of your hand, you know which alleys you need to take to get on the other side of this. But…even though the dark is your home, there’s just something about heading down a dark alley when you’re already on edge that you really don’t like. Still, it’s either that or just standing on the sidewalk like an idiot, and you just wanna get home to your laptop and comfort videos. You remember seeing that one of your favorite creators just released a new video essay on your phone earlier, you have to get home!

You weave your way through the city, you didn’t even have to think about where you were headed, your body on full auto pilot as you will yourself to keep walking. Just keep going, you’re almost there, just this last alley and…

There’s someone in there. They’re tall too, easily Dream’s height, probably a little taller if they weren’t slouching. As they take a drag from a magic cigarette you notice their hand is skeletal, and as your eyes wander to their face you finally notice their eye lights staring right back at you. Fuck, fuck fuck fuck, this is your only way home for another few blocks, and you don’t know if you body can keep up this form for much longer. You give a small shy smile and nod before speed walking, keeping your head down as you attempt to get the fuck out of here

Your small hope of making it home without confrontation is crushed under the skeleton’s heel as they step into the middle of the alley. There was enough space on either side of them to make a break for it, but you’re so close to home, if they followed you that’d know exactly where you live. Fuck “You’re out late” It didn’t sound like they were asking a question, just stating a fact, like how the sky was pitch black. You stutter out that you’re going to a friend’s place for a party, and you make sure to tell them that you really can’t be late. You risk a glance up at them, your face dropping as you finally recognise them

The red and blue left eye, the dust and blood stains clinging to his coat sleeves, the tattered red scarf draped around his neck, this is Dust, one of Nightmare’s elites “We both know you don’t have friends” He ends his statement by calling you by your last name. Shit. You tell him you don’t want any trouble, you’re off the clock, you just need to get home. A small huff of a laugh echos in his ribcage “Yeah, we can do that” You’re about to ask him what the fuck that means before you feel something grip your soul, tight

You hear a stuttering sigh from behind you, not the kind of stuttering you’d expect from a person though, it almost sounded like a computer fucking up “Y-You’re lucky I agreed to this-this” You start to panic, fuck, Ink’s always complaining about some glitchy guy. What was his name again? “The boss will be pleased. You’ll get paid. Come on” Dust steps closer to you, you back away on instinct but you feel a harsh tug on your soul “I-I wouldn’t do-do that-at if I were you” you freeze as blue strings wrap around your entire body from behind, holding you snug. Too snug, the tightness of the strings constrict your legs at an odd angle, leading to you losing your balance and falling flat on the concrete

Or, that’s what you were brasing for. Instead you’re caught buy Dust, he holds you to his chest for a moment, assumedly checking for any damage before lazily throwing you onto his shoulder “You scream and I make you swallow your teeth” You gulp and nod, you doubt he can see it but he seems to take your silence as an answer and continues walking. Just as you’re about to exit the alley the scenery changes in an instant. This isn’t your city anymore. Dust must have felt you jump at the sudden change, because in all his mercy he gives you a one word explanation “Shortcut” Ah yes, obviously, that’s what fucking shortcut looks like

You can feel your exhaustion from the day turn into anger, anger toward your captor, anger at the fact your night is ruined, and anger at the fact that you can't let yourself get angry right now. No, no anger leads to rash thinking, you’re in enemy territory now, you have to be smart about this. As you take in a deep breath to try and calm down you let out a yawn instead. Are you really that tired? This position should be indescribably uncomfortable, but it isn’t. The soft rock of Dust’s foot steps, the lingering deep smell of smoke that clings to the back of his coat, the way his thumb brushes against your back slightly as he makes sure you don’t fall off

All of it together…it just makes you…so…so…sleepy…

Next part

[fruitsyrups]

guys i fucking love muppets. me and my friend watched a few muppet movies on the weekend and i won't lie i teared up a few times just because muppets are so cute and lovable and it's overwhelming. like i just loved them all so much so instantaneously it was almost too much. but that was mostly just during the first movie we watched, i got used to the muppetness of it all after a while. but basically i'm putting "watch every muppet movie" on my bucket list. and its insane that anything this perfect is even allowed to exist to be honest. nobody is doing it like the muppets !! i love the muppets !!!

[autisticbillpotts]

I'm losing my mind why am I so obsessed with this guy

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craving msa content but everyone is Dead

[paynnincorporated]

Me on DB: dragons cool, but have you considered. Dragons in situ of this fascinating world. Plus weird character fashion and interesting backstories and arcs. MASH it all together ✨👌🥰

AKA I thoroughly enjoy pulling all aspects of this show together, and love when I draw cohesive snapshots of dragon and human life in Dragon City:

Just genuinely adore drawing a Dragon City teeming with life lmao, it's so vivid in my head. Part of the reason why I like Word and Zulay is cuz I get to brainstorm their lives at every level of Dragon City, it's so so so much fun. From rags to riches, from the streets to the beautiful vistas, from the race tracks to war battlefield ahhhh.

I do feel like odd one out of the general fanbase, with this adoration for the characters and environment over dragon lore 🙈 but whatever lmao, I love enriching these scenes and just think the dragons look even cooler next to their human counterparts and the weird af city they live in

[foxgloveinspace]

fox your tags on the falcon/pigeon video are sending me

i can’t wait for the rest of your fic because those tags are going to haunt me. i need to witness how falcon/pigeon coded sam and rinzler are (i still want to say rizzler every time i see his name)

ok, but the thing is, is that this is totally how i see them, in the sense that Sam does some dumb shit, and kinda flirts without expectations, but it WORKS. It works on Rinzler, and he's just stoically standing there.

but also, in this annalogy of Sam being a pigeon and Rinzler being a hawk, the pigeon is a god.

So a god is doing dumb things (like trying to take off on a lightjet without knowing how to make it work completely) with witty one liners and it's working.

[sea-jello]

@manjirian remember the shitpost i said i would scratch out a LONG long time ago

!!guy in the purple is @manjirian’s oc!!

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[jacqcrisis]

I really like when interesting narrative things happen in fights due to various game mechanics. Examples:

- against the Masks in Auntie Ethel's lair, Roman went down to death saves for the first time. Gale was the closest and got him back up. Ronan never even needs healing so I like to imagine there had to have been a moment of anxiety within the party over that along with the strengthening of comraderie between Gale and their cleric as he hands Ronan a few healing potions.

- along the monastary traul, there is a fight with some death shepherds. In that fight, Gale actually dies for a moment, down to death saves before a ghoul finishes him. Ronan has to use revivify for the first time before the rest of the party take out the last remaining undead. After, I like the idea of Ronan fretting, uncharacteristically shaken as he heals up the chunk missing out of Gale's neck.

- the party has a habit of singling out someone in a room and taking out that one person with no one else being the wiser. So I just really like the image of Ronan walking into a room silently, letting everyone in, and closing the door as he nods to Karlach and Astarion to take care of the very confused person watching all this happen.

- this happened in the prison under moonrise towers to the warden, along with the party just hanging out behind Gale in the warden's office as he had thunder wave prepared and aimed at the door to take out the scrying eyes that came through. This took several minutes so I imagine it the party is genuinely just chilling and chatting as they wait. Ronan's standing resolute with his hand on his mace, watching Astarion drink off the dead Warden while he and Karlach, whose perched on the desk, discuss next steps. Extremely chill, bloody, and funny scene to me.

- while protecting the portal for Halsin, Ronan was put in front of said portal, cast spirit guardians, guardian of faith, had lathanders mace, and was genuinely just a beacon of light as he blinded nearby enemies and took out anything that got past Gale casting fireball or the other two picking off larger targets. In game, he's being a cleric making full use of the capabilities I tend to ignore for most fights. Narratively, since Ronan usually stays back and focuses more on keeping everyone alive and well while picking off smaller targets so everyone else can do the impressive damage, I like the idea that it was a stark reminder of what Ronan is capable of. Especially to certain vampires looking to murder their old master.

- Astarion gets down to death saves A LOT. Just all the goddamn time. Most of Ronan's healing is going to keeping him going since he's specced to be in the face of opponents, his armor sucks, and also I forgor all the time he has a fucking bow. Narratively, I like to think Astarion is doing it somewhat on purpose as it gets him physically touched in a way that is intimate, yet not expectant of anything more. Fucked up way to get intimacy for the guy with intimacy issues.

- adding onto that, the second time Ronan had to had to use Revivify was during the fight with the Apostle of Myrkul. Astarion went down to death saves, and before Ronan could get him back up, he was knocked off the platform and dead. Immediately revivify him and a healing word to keep him going. I like to think Ronan ordered him to stay out of range and swap to his bow, but Astarion ignored that, ran up, and got the last hit on the big skeleton and then was EXTREMELY smug about it later when Ronan had to patch him up. Again.

- last one: at the circus, I sent Ronan up at Dribble's request. Obviously, clown man turned out to be evil and combat starts. By game mechanics, Astarion is most likely to be first in initiative and he does just that here. I didn't see the other guys closer by, so we send the rogue to go stab a clown, at which point I notice there's like 2 other dudes in the lineup. So game wise, I make a mistake because Ronan is a tank who can 1v1 a clown for days, but narratively: I think it's a cute idea that Astarion sees the large dragon man he's in a relationship with (and who he needs to help kill Cazador) get threatened by a dog and a clown and just snaps into action before anyone else has a chance. That's adorable to me.