#yeah sorry for this rambling but I had to get it out and I can tell no one else

[starlighttsv]

Patience - Jana El Alfy

💌 Syn: Jana is learning to have patience with her girlfriend but that said patience gets tested a lot

»»— warnings: none?

»»— notes: requested by @elalfywhore i hope this is what you meant by ditzy!reader i genuinely didn’t know that word before your request 🥲 lmk if you want anything added or changed 🙏

»»— word count: 1k

»»— pair: jana el alfy x ditzy!reader

jana’s never really had patience, like at all - so dating her girlfriend of 5 months she had to learn patience

which let me tell you - that is not easy to do especially when said girlfriend tests that new patience everyday

“babe where’s my hoodie? i need to leave for the game.” jana says walking into the bedroom and looking at you sitting on the bed reading a book

you lift your head up from the book and look at her with a guilty look on your face “i took your laundry to the washer about 25 minutes ago, i thought you already had everything you needed. i’m sorry”

jana just pinches the bridge of her nose and walks to the shared closet, trying to find some type of jacket she can wear as it is the middle of winter

you just sat on the bed looking at the closet door where jana is, concerned about if maybe you overstepped.

jana then walks out wearing a hoodie a few sizes to small looking extremely uncomfortable

“alright i’m leaving, i’ll see you at the game?” jana says walking towards the bedroom door

“yeah i’ll be there, i’m sorry again” you say feeling bad that she now has to wear a to small of a hoodie “it’s fine. i’ll see you either before or after the game” jana says walking up to you and giving you a kiss on the lips “ok i love you”

“i love you too” she said while walking towards and out the door

you forgot about the game

after jana left, you kept reading your book as it wasn’t time to leave yet, jana just had to leave because she’s on the team.

by the time you were supposed to leave, your book had just reached a page turner. You just couldn’t put the book down without knowing what happened next - which is a bad thing because you had a alarm set to remind you to leave for the game … and you turned it off instead of snoozing it saying “I’ll leave after I finish this chapter” as a reminder to yourself.

said reminder did not work and didn’t even have a chance at being a reminder.

“BABE” you hear jana yell and shortly after hear the front door slam shut

“in the bedroom” you call out to her making her storm into the room “what the actual fuck?” she says angrily while throwing her duffel somewhere around the room

“i waited like 30 minutes after the game for you in our normal spot, just thinking you were trapped up in the crowd just for you to be here the whole time? what happened to you coming to the game?” jana says huffing while shredding out of her track suit and getting dressed into her pajamas as she already showered in the locker room.

“oh my god, i forgot i am so sorry! i was reading my book and it got to a good par-“

“you forgot about me and my game, that you promised you were going to over a book?” jana said trying to not show how mad and upset she is knowing how sensitive you are

you look down at your hands “ i’m sorry jana. i didn’t mean to forget, i set an alarm and i turned it off instead of snoozing it. i swear i didn’t mean to forget.” you say feeling really guilty

jana just takes a deep breath in and slowly exhales trying to remain calm and practice with her newly learned and still learning patience “it’s fine. you’re good.”

“jana-“ “baby you’re good. i promise. i’m not mad.” jana says getting in the bed “what about dinner? did you eat yet? i’ll go make us dinner. i’m really sorry about the game jana.” you ramble out really fast

“yeah i’ll eat, i haven���t eaten yet.” jana says while starting to open her phone. you nod and get up from the bed walking towards the kitchen

after making dinner you plated the food and went to the cup cabinet grabbing two cups and filling them with both of your guys favorite drinks.

as you were walking back towards the tray that the plates were on you tripped on your own feet, making the glasses drop and break - spilling the drinks everywhere

jana quickly runs in and sees what happened running over to you, while you were starting to pick up glass pieces from the floor

“go sit down i got it” jana says pulling on your arm trying to get you away from the glass “no jana i can do it, i broke them so i pick up the mess.”

jana takes a deep breath in “babe” she says in a warning tone “go sit down. i got it, you’re gonna get hurt”

“no jan-“ “i’m being dead serious. go sit down” jana demands with a angry tone making you sigh and walk towards the living room, watching jana as she picks up your mess

once she’s done she goes to the cabinet and grabs two more cups filling them with the same drinks - then puts them on the tray and grabs the actual tray and sets it on the center table in the living room right in front of you.

“there we go” jana says while plopping down on the couch and resting her head back for a minute “i’m really sorry about everything-“

“baby you are fine ok? i’m not mad” jana says wrapping her arm around your shoulder - making her bring your head to rest on her chest

“are you sure?” you ask tracing the design on her shirt with your finger “i’m positive baby. you know i’m still working on my patience, that’s all” jana says rubbing your back “you’ve gotten better” you say mumbling to her “oh yeah?” she asks making you lift your head from her chest and look at her with a smile on your face - nodding while saying “definitely”

she just shakes her head amusingly and pulls you into a kiss, deepening the kiss after a little bit

🏷️ @melpthatsme @rebecca-woso @authentic-girl03

[doodler16]

Without giving myself much away, lemme tell you that I've been writing and working as an artist for years. Every time I try watching Viv's shows, it never fails to give me second-hand embarrassment as they remind me of the stuff I used to write when I was a teen.

I imagine Viv clapping her hands all giddy and giggling as she kicks her feet like it's the best thing in the world as she shows her poorly-designed, random OC's swearing and acting like edgy American teenagers.

The Mastermind episode, for example, makes me cringe like these Seven Sins like Queen Bee, Mammon and Ozzy are supposed to talk like refined upperclassmen who never swear. Have them talk like Game of Thrones (GOT) characters. The same problem applies to Hazbin Hotel where Alastor and the angels in heaven swear. It's like I'm watching Monster High except they were written by the people behind Riverdale.

Also, the humor isn't even that funny which reminds me of how I'd try to emulate Family Guy and South Park without any idea what makes them very entertaining in the first place. Basically, you don't force your audience to laugh but you've gotta give them something to laugh at. Sure, you can be offensive and even poke fun of people but in her case it's just spiteful and annoying. I just watch with a straight face pondering if it was meant to be funny.

I heard she also makes fun of those with intellectual disability and those she doesn't like by either making them into chubby and annoying characters or ugly caricatures who tend to drool and struggle to read. The story is just all over the place and many other characters end up being neglected over Viv's favorite ship.

I learned not to make those mistakes when I entered college where we also had writing and literary classes that I started scrapping all of those cringey comics and fanfics I used to do in high school. If I were the showrunner, I wouldn't wanna embarrass myself and ruin my career with those shows. Sorry for the long ramble but I just wanna get this off my chest.

Yeah, the humor is pretty hit or miss. Maybe out of context it might more funny but in context it does feel dragged out. Vivziepop is very open about being proud of episodes she has written. Don’t get me wrong, there is nothing wrong with being proud of your achievements but there are times when Vivziepop overdoes it and sounds like she is sucking her own dick (metaphorically). There are so many examples of this you can easily find online. She’s inspired by Bojack Horseman and South Park.

Yeah Anon, I was expecting the deadly sins and by extension the overlords in Hazbin Hotel to be gray characters who were professional authoritative figures for Hell. But they are a bunch of middle schoolers hidden in a trench coat.

Yes, she does make fun of people with disabilities in the show (especially if they are ugly). I don’t mind dark humor but when Vivziepop does that, it screams double standards. Because the in universe and in the fandom, they would coddle and defend Fizzarolli (a pretty disabled man) but when it’s someone else it’s “ew” or the characters make a judgmental face.

Vivziepop is an excellent example of what not to when writing a story, Anon.

[tinylilacbun]

n e r d y l i t t l e k o o k ⋆ ˚ ｡ 𖦹 ˚

The second Rafe steps into the country club, your eyes are on him, a faint smile forming on your face as you watch him get settled on a sofa that's in a more secluded corner.

You take a sip of your mimosa, watching him take out a book from his bag and lean back in his seat, pushing his glasses up his nose before he flips the book open.

He has cought your attention a while ago, Rafe Cameron, the eldest and only son of one of the most wealthiest families on the island, graduated as class best and most definitely future CEO of Cameron Industries.

Rafe is uncharacteristically shy for a Cameron, as the family is almost seen on every event and being social is something he just can't avoid.

You know his sister, Sarah, she's sweet but can run her mouth if she wants to, just like their younger sister Wheezie, so it's endearing to you how that boy across the room never lifts his gaze from the book he's utterly engrossed in, completely in his own world.

Rafe flips to the next page when he sees a set of legs stop right in front of him, only lifting his head when the person coughs softly to get his attention, pushing his glasses up.

"Mind if I sit?" You ask with a gentle smile.

He stares for a second, quickly gathering his thoughts again as he gestures to free spot next to him. "Not at all, um- here." He stammers, grabbing his bag and placing it between his legs to make more room for you.

You gladly sit down next to him, telling him your name as you hold out your hand to him, which he takes without hesitation and know instantly that he seems to be nervous given how slightly sweaty his hand is.

"I-I know who you are, your father is a business partner of my dad, well- almost, he still has to sign that contract." He says, fiddling with the bookmark in his hand.

"What are you reading?" You ask, trying to change the subject, not wanting to talk about your father or his work since you have no actual idea of what he does nor do you care.

"Oh, um, it's about..." He starts to ramble instantly, and you can't stop taking in the way he keeps rubbing at his nose or has to adjust his glasses a few times, clearly a little nervous.

How could he not be? You're a sight for sore eyes and Rafe can't even fathom the fact you're talking to him.

"and it's actually interesting because, wait, sorry-" He apologizes, shaking his head and you furrow your brows in confusion. "I shouldn't bore you with all that stuff you probably don't want to know."

You chuckle at that, it's cute how he gets embarrassed for rambling his current interest. "It's okay, I asked didn't I?"

He smiles a little. "Yeah, you're right. I guess I'm just not used to, y'know, people actually listening to what I say..." He mutters, his fingers tracing over the spine of his book.

"I see...and who's that little guy?" You ask, pointing at where the head of a brown teddy bear peeks out of his bag, which Rafe quickly shoves in and zips close.

"That- It's nothing just...probably one of sister's trying to pull a joke." He tries to brush it off but you see right through him.

"Of course." You smile at him, pulling out a pen from your purse before reaching out to grab his hand.

His breath hitches at the contact, he doesn't pull away though, his eyes fixating on your face as you scribble something onto his palm.

As you finish you stand up, giving him a wink. "Call me."

Rafe watches you walk away, his smile growing even more as his face heats up, looking down at his hand where you had written your number on.

Just before going through the entrance door you glance one last time towards him, seeing how he reaches down towards his bag, adjusting the bear inside it carefully before zipping it close again.

[hagareteku]

brainrotted jst thinking abt nanami who goes to a baking class on sunday mornings (drooling)

nanami, who didnt think much of it, just wanted something to pass the time with and take his mind off of work before he returns the next day

nanami, who didnt expect to see a young, bright, eager girl show up to his class one morning

nanami, who doesnt think much when she positions herself at the setup next to his, tripping over her feet before giggling- "sorry im late!! oh- is this spot taken?"

nanami, who silently shakes his head, already quickly tuning out her rambles and apologies, waiting for a gap in her speech so that he can get back to his baking in silence

"-and i ended up at the wrong address and had to run across town to get here, but it was really my fault because i stayed up last night learning some new recipes so i wouldnt embarrass myself if everyone was further ahead than i was-" you go on explaining yourself to him (for some reason- he wonders) as you quickly pull out a box of coffee macarons and offer them to him

"oh! here you go! since this class is so early i figured whoever i ended up with would probably need something sweet~ i love french pastries but if you dont-" he hesitates, internally chastising himself for even considering taking one, but its a sunday morning- he can enjoy himself, right?

nanami, who slowly picks up a macaron, examining it silently before taking a small bite- "you are a good baker, it seems i could learn from you" he dryly states, his limited facial expressions making you question if he means it or is just saying it out of pity, but you notice him taking another bite

you, who bashfully looks down after he subtly praises you

"its going to be a long morning" you both think

©hagareteku on tumblr. all rights reserved. do not cross-post, translate, copy or plagarise in any way, etc.

------hhhjdfkj self indulgent post i am the baker gf (trust) but god i think if he praised me id be healed..forever..from all my problems. ALSO first post ??!hell yeah nanamin worms in my brain r wiggly rn this blog is my nanami haven..ok BYE :3

[allthingssteddie]

Steve Harrington stepped out of his car and onto the campus, the weight of his dad's expectations settling heavy on his shoulders. His dad's connections had landed him a spot at this prestigious college, but the reminder came with a warning .”Your actions reflect badly on the family, so you better behave, or you won't have a cent of my money.

As he lugged his suitcases toward the dorm, Steve's eyes scanned the crowd of students milling about in the halls. That's when he saw him Billy Hargrove, the last person Steve had expected to run into here.

Bill was standing next door, flirting with some girl who twirled her hair and pushed out her chest. Billy seemed to notice Steve and smirked. "Well, well, well, look who it is king Steve ."steve rolled his eyes. "Billy," he said, his tone neutral.

Billy raised an eyebrow. "What did Daddy pay for you to be here?"

Steve remained silent.

Billy smirked. "Figures."

Steve shrugged. "Yeah, well, I'm surprised you're here, Billy."

Billy's expression turned smug. "Yeah, well, I didn't need Daddy's money. I got a scholarship."

“What ever,” Steve said dismissively and as he’s about to open the door he stoped by Billy’s voice. “I’m dorm room advisor so you should expect to see a lot of me. His tone almost mocking. It reminded him a lot of when they were in high school.

Steve trudged to his room, dropping his bags on the floor. He couldn't believe Billy was the dorm advisor.

That night, Steve headed to the payphones to call Robin. As soon as she picked up, she bombarded him with questions. "Oh my god, Steve, you have to tell me everything! How's college?"

Steve filled her in on the details, leaving out his encounter with Billy. But Robin knew him too well.

"What's wrong, Steve?" she asked, her tone concerned.

Steve hesitated. "Nothing, Robin."

"Don't lie to me, Steve. I can hear it in your voice."

Just as Steve was about to open up, Billy walked into the payphone area, snatched the phone from Steve's hands, and hung up.

"Seriously?" Steve asked, annoyed.

Billy blew a bubble with his gum and popped it in Steve's face. "Phone's done for the night."

Steve scowled. "It's eight o'clock."

Billy shrugged. "Rules are rules, Harrington."

Steve's face twisted in annoyance. "You're really enjoying this, aren't you?" Billy chuckled. "You have no idea." With that, Billy turned and walked away, leaving Steve seething with frustration. Steve trudged back to his room, his mind racing with thoughts of Billy and how he was already making Steve's life difficult.

Steve that night slept peacefully , only to be startled awake by a loud noise. He put on the light besides him to find a young man who he assumes is his missing roommate, Ryan, standing amidst scattered suitcases.

"Oh, hey, you must be my roommate," Ryan said, lifting his glasses from his nose.

Steve was silent, trying to process his thoughts.

"Uh, yeah, I was told I was getting a roommate," Steve said sleepily.

"Yeah, sorry about the noise. My bus ran late, then I got lost, and I'm totally rambling , aren't I?" Ryan asked.

Steve couldn't help but laugh and replied “No you’re good,” Ryan reminded him a lot of Robin.

As they talked, Steve learned that Ryan was from Ohio, had never been this far from home, and had a bunch of sisters and was saying it must be sad being the only child and Steve couldn’t help but think he was right, he would of liked to have a sibling being alone in that house all the time. He was grateful he had Dustin.

Just as they were getting comfortable, a knock at the door interrupted them. Ryan opened it to reveal Billy.

"Lights out, ladies," Billy said, his tone dripping with sarcasm.

When the door closed. Ryan raised an eyebrow. Looking back at Steve "What's his deal?" he asked Steve.

Steve shrugged. "He's had it out for me since high school. He's an asshole."

But Ryan just chuckled. "Oh, don't worry about him. I'm sure he's just a big softie on the inside."

The next morning, Steve returned to his room, but was stopped by Billy's voice.

"Did you and Four Eyes have a nice bitch sesh about me?" Billy sneered.

Steve scoffed. "You seem to be really focused on me. Not enough girls giving you attention?"

Billy smirked. "Oh, I got plenty of bitches getting me attention. Don't you worry, Harrington."

Just then, a girl appeared outside Billy's door. "Are you coming back in?" she asked.

"Just go back in, Lisa. I'll be there in a minute," Billy replied.

"It's Sarah," she corrected, raising an eyebrow.

Steve rolled his eyes. "You have fun," he said, walking into his room.

Billy's eyes narrowed, but he said nothing, turning to follow Sarah back into his room.

As the days went by, Steve and Billy continued to clash. It seemed like no matter what Steve did, Billy was hell bent on finding fault. Steve couldn't catch a break from this guy, and it was starting to get under his skin.

One night, Steve found himself at a college frat party, surrounded by people he barely knew. Billy was there too, drinking with his friends. Every so often, Billy would glance over at Steve, a smirk on his face. Steve tried to avoid him, but it was hard to ignore the tension between them.

This wasn't really Steve's scene, but a couple of guys he'd met in class were throwing the party, and he'd tagged along. Steve was getting a bit tipsy, and the guys kept giving him shots. Billy's friends were boasting about his beer pong skills, claiming he was a champion.

Steve, feeling bold, stumbled over to Billy and challenged him to a game. Billy laughed and accepted, his friends warning Steve that Billy was really, really good. Steve just slurred, "No, I'm gonna win. I'm gonna do this."

To everyone's surprise, Steve actually won the game. The crowd cheered, and Steve exclaimed, "Ha! I won!" right in Billy's face.

But instead of being angry, Billy looked impressed. "Not bad, Harrington," he said, a hint of a smile on his face.

As the night wore on, Steve and Billy found themselves stumbling upstairs together, both of them drunk. The tension between them was still there, but it was different now. It was like they'd reached a tentative truce, or maybe something more.

As they reached the top of the stairs, Billy turned to Steve and said, "You know, Harrington, you're not as boring as I thought you'd be."

Steve just laughed and replied, "Thanks, I think."

And with that, they stumbled into Billy's room, the door closing behind them with a soft click Billy's lips crashed into Steve's, rough and insistent. Steve's eyes widened in shock, but before he could react, he felt himself kissing back. Their lips mashed together, the pressure almost painful. One of them bit too hard, and Steve tasted the coppery tang of blood.

They tore at each other's clothes, laughing and stumbling in their tipsy haze. Anger and frustration melted away, replaced by a fierce, primal desire. Steve's shirt ripped down the middle, and Billy's jeans slid to the floor with a clatter.

As they fell onto the bed, Steve felt a rush of excitement mixed with a little fear. What were they doing? But Billy's hands and lips were everywhere, and Steve couldn't think anymore. All he could do was feel.

Steve groggily opened his eyes, his head pounding in sync with his racing heart. He was met with an unfamiliar ceiling and a wave of nausea washed over him. As he slowly sat up, he realized he was naked. of the previous night came flooding back, and Steve's eyes widened in shock. Billy. The kissing. The...everything.

"No, no, no," Steve muttered to himself, trying to shake off the memories. "I'm straight. Billy's straight. We can't stand each other." But as he tried to convince himself, his mind betrayed him. He couldn't shake off the feeling of being alive that night, of being wanted by someone he thought he despised.

Steve's thoughts drifted back to their high school days, when Billy would smirk and wink at him, taunting him with every glance. Steve had told himself he hated Billy, but now he realized that his anger had been a thin veil for his attraction. He had been so drawn to Billy's confidence, his charm, and his infuriating smile.

Steve's face burned with embarrassment and confusion. What did it all mean? And why couldn't he stop thinking about Billy?

Steve stepped out of the room, his torn shirt clinging to his chest. He was scared shitless people were going to get a sight of Steve and know what he did with billy last night. But as he walked out into the living room he was greeted by the sight of guys passed out everywhere. He breathed a sigh of relief, thanking his luck that his sight had had gone unnoticed.

He made his way to his dorm room, wincing with each step. His head was pounding, and his mouth felt dry. As he opened the door, his roommate looked up from his bag packing.

"Seems you got lucky tonight," his roommate said with a smirk.

Steve nodded, his voice rough. "Yeah, I guess I did."

His roommate raised an eyebrow. "That bad, huh?" He disappeared into the bathroom and returned with a pill, which he dropped into Steve's hand. "Tylenol."

Steve looked at the pill, then back at his roommate, who was now holding out a bottle of water from the mini-fridge. "Thanks," Steve said, his voice barely above a whisper.

His roommate nodded. "I gotta go. Hope you feel better, man."

Steve hummed, took the pill, and washed it down with a swig of water. As his roommate left, Steve collapsed onto his bed, letting out a deep sigh.

Steve's eyes widened in horror as he stared at his reflection in the mirror. His neck was covered in huge hickeys, looking like he'd been attacked by an animal. Shit," he muttered, grabbing a scarf to cover his neck. He knew it would look suspicious, but he didn't want people to see the state of his neck.

As he walked to class, he spotted Tony, his friend from the party.

Tony let out a low whistle. "Shit, Steve, she must've liked it rough, huh?"

Steve's face turned bright red as he quickly glanced around to make sure no one was listening. "Shut up, Tony," he hissed, trying to play it cool.

But Tony just chuckled. "Dude, I'm just saying. You look like you've been through a war."

Steve's eyes narrowed. "It's not what you think, okay?"

Tony raised an eyebrow. "Oh, really? Then what's with the scarf and the...ahem... 'battle scars'?"

Steve's face grew even hotter as he realized Tony was staring at the hickeys peeking out from under the scarf.

"Just drop it, Tony," Steve said, trying to brush it off.

But Tony just grinned. "Sure thing, Steve. But you're not fooling anyone with that scarf."

Steve sighed, knowing he had to come up with a better cover story. But for now, he just shook his head and continued to class, hoping to avoid any more awkward encounters.

After class, Steve walked upstairs passing the a common room spotting Billy with a cigarette dangling from his lip chatting with his friends. Steve's eyes locked onto Billy's neck, and his heart skipped a beat. The hickeys were unmistakable and they matched the ones on Steve's own neck. Billy was bragging to his friends with a tale of the girl he'd supposedly slept with, bragging about her huge tits. The guys were eating it up, but Steve knew the truth.

As their eyes met, Steve thought he saw a flicker of something nervousness, maybe? in Billy's gaze. But it was quickly replaced by his usual smirk.

Steve turned and walked into his room, his mind reeling. There was a knock a second later steve opened it to reveal billy Steve raised an eyebrow, surprised by Billy's nervous demeanor. "What's up, Billy?" Steve asked, trying to sound nonchalant.

Billy's eyes darted around the room before focusing on Steve's face. "Can I come in?" Billy asked, his voice low and uncertain.

Steve nods, but figures he should say something before billy tries to threaten to kick his ass if her says something.

"Listen, Billy," Steve started, but Billy cut him off.

"Movie. Tonight."

Steve’s taken a back. “What?”

"There's a new movie out with the guys with horses or some.

"You mean young guns,” ?" Steve questioned.

Billy nodded. "Yeah. I'll pick you up when curfew ends."

Steve's confusion deepened. "You want to go see that with me?"

Billy's eyes flashed with impatience. "Christ, Harrington. Yes or no?"

Steve hesitated for a moment before nodding. "Yeah, I'll go with you."

Billy nodded curtly and turned to leave, leaving Steve staring after him in bewilderment.

That night, Billy waited by the door, his hands tucked into his pockets. Steve couldn't help but notice how nice he looked, his hair perfectly messy, his eyes sparkling in the dim light. And he smelled amazing, too a subtle mix of cologne and something else, something uniquely Billy.

They drove to the movie theater in silence, the tension between them palpable. As they bought their tickets and settled in with popcorn and soda, Steve couldn't shake the feeling that this was more than just a friendly outing. He wondered if it was a date, but he didn't dare ask, fearing embarrassment if he was wrong.

But as the movie played on, Billy kept glancing at him, their eyes meeting in the dark. Steve's heart skipped a beat each time, his mind consumed by Billy's proximity, his smell, his warmth. When they both reached for the popcorn at the same time, Steve's breath caught in his throat. Billy looked around nervously, then took Steve's hand in his.

The rest of the movie was a blur. Steve had no idea what it was about, couldn't recall a single scene. All he knew was the feel of Billy's hand in his, the thrill of their secret

As the weeks went by, Steve and Billy's relationship deepened. They slept together, attended parties together, shared midnight cigarettes together and hung out with Billy's friends. To the outside world, they were the epitome of best friends. Every one knew if you invited billy somewhere Steve would be with him and vice versa.

Girls would often try to catch Billy's eye, but his attention always seemed to drift back to Steve when he would talk to girls Yet, Billy continued to see other girls, leaving Steve confused and uncertain. Were they together or not? It felt like a mind fuck to him.

One day, Steve confronted Billy, asking if they were in a relationship. Billy sighed, his expression unreadable . "We're just having fun, right?" he asked.

Steve's anger flared. At that how dare he thought. That night, at a party, he slept with a girl from class. Billy's face darkened with outrage when he found out.

The argument that followed was intense. Steve felt like Billy was stringing him along, and if Billy was going to sleep around, Steve would do the same. The hurt and anger between them was palpable, and it seemed their fragile relationship or whatever they had was on the verge of shattering.

One night Steve and Billy decided to walk into the bar, the sounds of laughter and drunk college kids . Billy slapped Steve on the back. "I'll be back, I gotta take a piss." He handed Steve some money. "Get us a couple beers."

Steve nodded and made his way to the bar, sliding onto a stool. "Two beers, please," he said to the bartender who looked like she would rather be else where

As he waited for their drinks, a brunette with a bright smile sat down beside him, twirling the straw in her drink. "You by yourself?" she asked, her eyes sparkling.

Steve hesitated, thinking back to Billy's comment "We're just having fun, aren't we?" A slow smile spread across his face. "Yeah, I am."

The bartender handed Steve their beers, and the girl asked, "Can I have one?" Steve handed her a beer, and they chatted for a few minutes.

Billy returned from the bathroom, his eyes scanning the bar until they landed on Steve. Steve was kissing the girl's neck, and he looked up, winking at Billy.

Billy's face darkened, and he laughed angrily, muttering under his breath. "Oh, that's what we're doing."

Steve didn't notice Billy's anger, too caught up in the moment. But when he saw Billy disappear into the bathroom with a waitress, his fury ignited. "That son of a bitch," he growled.

He turned to the girl, his voice tight. "Excuse me."

"Hey, where you going?" she asked, confusion etched on her face.

Steve didn't answer, storming into the bathroom, his heart pounding in his chest.

Steve stormed into the bathroom, the sounds of moaning and laughter hitting him like a punch to the gut. Billy's voice was low and husky, "Oh yeah, you like that?" The girl's moans were high-pitched and forced.

Steve's anger boiled over, and he ripped open the stall door. The girl shrieked, "What the hell?" as Steve yelled at her, "Get lost!" She quickly gathered her clothes, shooting Steve a dirty look. "Freak!" she spat, slamming the door behind her.

Billy just laughed, "Jealous, huh?" But Steve grabbed his jaw, kissing him aggressively, biting his lip on purpose. Billy moaned, his eyes flashing with desire.

"You're mine," Steve growled, his hands tearing at Billy's pants. Billy's eyes locked onto Steve's, his voice barely above a whisper. "All yours."

As they climaxed, Billy's hands tangled in Steve's hair, pulling hard. "No one can have you, Stevie, I’m yours and you are mine no one can take you away. he growled.“ If I see you with someone else, I'll kill you."

Steve moaned, his body shuddering with pleasure. "I'll do the same, I swear to God."

That night, Steve and Billy returned to their dorm, their newfound exclusivity. They couldn't keep their hands off each other, their passion igniting whenever they were together.

Billy had made sure they'd never be apart, arranging for his roommate to move in with Steve's. "I don't want to be separated from you ever again," Billy confessed.

Steve agreed, and they settled into a comfortable routine. Steve was happier than he'd ever been, deeply in love with Billy. He yearned to confess his feelings, but fear of ruining their relationship held him back.

However, Steve sensed Billy felt the same way. The way Billy gazed at him, his eyes filled with adoration, spoke volumes. Billy even become more affectionate.

Just as things were falling into place, Steve received a call from his father. The dean was threatening to fail Steve's classes, and his father warned him to get his act together.

Billy noticed Steve's distress and offered to help. "I'll tutor you, and we'll get your grades back on track," he promised.

True to his word, Billy proved to be a patient and dedicated tutor. Unlike previous tutors, Billy didn't make Steve feel stupid or frustrated. Instead, he encouraged Steve, explaining things easier for him.

As they studied together, Steve felt his confidence growing. With Billy by his side, he knew he could overcome any obstacle.

When steve got his grades back Steve sprinted up the stairs, excitement coursing through his veins as he thought about sharing the news of passing his exams with Billy. However, his happiness was short lived. As he approached their door, he was halted by the sound of arguing.

An older man's voice, slurred from intoxication, echoed through the door. "What, you think you're a big shot now that you're in college? You think you're something. Well, let me tell you something..." The voice grew louder, more menacing. "You're nothing, and you'll always be nothing."

Steve's heart sank as he heard a muffled response, which he assumed was Billy. Then, a smack and a shuffling sound followed. Without hesitation, Steve burst through the door.

The scene before him was chaotic. Billy lay on the ground, blood streaming from his face, while his father loomed over him, fists clenched. Steve's eyes locked onto the man, and with a surge of adrenaline, he shoved him as hard as he could, trying to separate him from Billy.

However, the man turned on Steve, head butting him with a sickening crunch. Steve felt a wave of pain wash over him as the man's fists began to rain down on him.

Steve's eyes fluttered open, and he found himself in a hospital room. Billy's face, etched with worry, hovered above him. Billy's eyes were red rimmed, and his face was bandaged.

"Steve, oh my god, I'm so sorry, baby," Billy whispered, his voice trembling.

Steve groggily sat up, trying to process what had happened. His voice was hoarse. "Billy...what happened?"

Billy's voice cracked. "My asshole dad...he showed up demanding money. Ever since we lost the house with him gambling , he's been demanding money. I don't have any...I don't know why he keeps harassing me."

Steve reached out, gently brushing a strand of hair from Billy's face. "I'm so sorry, Billy."

Billy's eyes flashed with anger. "Why are you sorry? It's my fault. I should have met him where he told me to meet him. God, I hate him...I want him dead!" His voice grew louder, his fists clenched.

Steve's heart went out to Billy. "It's not your fault," he began, but Billy cut him off.

"Steve, please...don't," Billy snapped, his eyes welling up with tears.

Steve nodded, understanding Billy's pain. He wrapped his arms around Billy, holding him close. Billy held back, his lips brushing against Steve's head. "You shouldn't have intervened," he whispered, his voice trembling. "He could have killed you. You should have left me."

Steve's grip on Billy's hand tightened. "I couldn't just stand by and let him beat you up," he protested. "I...I love you," he admitted, his heart pounding.

Billy's face went white. "No, man, you can't love me," he said, his voice shaking. "Take it back."

Steve's heart ached, but he stood firm. "I do, Billy," he said, his voice unwavering. "I can't help it."

The argument escalated, with Billy's voice growing louder and more desperate. Steve tried to reason with him, but Billy's words became more and more hurtful.

Finally, Billy stormed out of the hospital, leaving Steve feeling hopeless and worried.

I was actually trying to write a prompt and it sorta just became this fanfic kind of. I’m not sure what I’m going to do with it. If you guys like it maybe I’ll polish it up and continue. Also I didn’t purposefully try to make them toxic when I was writing it just sort of happened.

[just-null]

Do you ever do requests? If so, do you ever plan on drawing some Yandere with the Hantengu clones? :D hope you have a good day/night!!!

Mentioning an unfamiliar name

yes!! I love yanderes.. and these guys.. these guys are such good material...... nods nods..

I'm not sure about requests..I assume you mean drawing requests? I suppose if it REALLY catches my interest enough, I'd do it, but it'd probably just be line art/sketches.

[faislittlewhiteraven]

Been having some ISaT tech level and timeline (as in 'when backstory things happened') thoughts and want to ramble a bit:

Tech

ISaT's setting is based on your classic sword and sorcery fantasy JRPG so its easy to assume that tech wise everything is 'fantasy medieval' and call it a day but consider:

Body Craft is at bare minimum is magic sex changing surgery (earliest known equivent in our world dating to 1930) that any old person can learn to do safely on themselves in only a few months, and more likely has many many broader applications like regular old surgery, the 'combat healing' Mira and Sif use, etc.

Cameras and photos are rare enough that Odile comments on it (namely she's happy the group get a photo in the House due to them being 'so rare') yet are also common enough that everyone in the party knows about them and doesn't question the existence of a camera beyond being surprised that the mirror was one. (In our world cameras date back to the 19th century, with the earliest manufacturing of them being in 1839). 

Printing presses and ways to make plenty of paper to feed those presses given absolutely everyone in this game can read, expects everyone else to know how to, and both mass produced book series and newspapers are a thing. (Note: Printing presses have existed since waaaay back but it's the mass paper manufacturing that makes newspapers and The Cursing of Chateu Castle possible that really has my eyebrows raised here, especially since neither Siffrin or Odile find either odd in any way, indicating such things are common everywhere, and while newspapers have been around since 1604 in our world, mass produced fantasy books didn't really take off until the start of the 20th century).

Food production and storage: despite being in the middle of a national disaster that almost certainly cut off trade networks and access to most suppliers for literal months now, Bonnie, a small child, is able to easily get their hands on fresh Pineapple, curry ingredients (for samosa), potatoes, plantains etc with no issues or anyone commenting on this being unusual or lucky. Oh and the only character who even brings up the concept of potential starvation is the Fishing One, and only in a sort of 'we're not at risk now but sooner or later...' kinda way due to noticing that the fish they fish up for fun are disappearing and likely being frozen. So yeah, that heavily implies Vaugarde has very good food storage tech/Craft (possibly better than ours), and likely also good food production and harvesting tech/skills also.

The Island's incredible knowledge of the stars: while the oldest known orrery in our world is dated from around 205 to 87 BC (ancient Greek, earth centric model), the fact Sif -who would've learnt this as a child/teen- is so very certain that stars are big balls of fire made up of gas is interesting as that's something our world couldn't prove the theory of until around the 1900s (note: it'd been theorized a LONG time but Sif talks like its complete facts to them . Additionally the earliest existing record of a telescope in our world dates to a 1608 patent and we see one of those in game.

Post posting EDIT: A wonderful user qds-place pointed out that Mirabelle has anti-anxiety medication in her room. This is in both ISaT and SAaP and though we're not sure what form the medication takes (pills? Valium? Megitech esc Craft boosters???) the fact they specifically have 'anti anxiety' medication at all (as opposed to idk dragging Mira off and drugging her through the gills) is kind of impressive and if it IS modern anti anxiety pills those could be as recent in creation as the 1950s! So um. Some high levels of tech implied in chemistry there <3

So... yeah. All this, plus the fact that the highest tech implied area, The Island, literally specialised in the study/Craft of turning wishes into reality (for a long enough time period that Wish Craft is culturally so ingrained in the King and Sif that they do it without thinking and it seems intertwined with their nation's religion) has been completely erased from memory to the point anything heavily associated with them has been forgotten, and also we only ever see Dormont aka a little village well away from the cities, it's not hard to conclude that you can basically justify giving the ISaT world any level of tech you want, so long as you lock any of the truly 'setting breaking' stuff like planes and rockets behind The Island's forgetting curse (I would've said trains too but thinking about it trains were invented in 1802 so it's honestly easy to imagine that they totally exist in the ISaT setting/Vaugarde but aren't ever on screen because rail is way too dangerous to consider using while the Curse is active and potentially time freezing things on the tracks).

Side note: We know absolutely nothing about Vaugarde's transport system but as a fan of fantasy RPGs it is honestly a travesty I have yet to see a fic that has flying dragons/wyverns or other fantasy mounts in setting. Like, ok yes, the party would probably have wanted to use those but maybe they don't like the Curse and fled? Maybe the King's Curse targeted them first? Maybe all their handlers dropped the heroes off in Dormont and said 'Well Saviors it's been fun, but well me and Scales here are off to Poteria until things wrap up so best of luck to you' before buggering off?

This isn't really a serious complaint just. Me reminding myself/potentially other fanwork writers out there that there's a lot about the setting we just don't know about and limiting all travel to walking, horse drawn carriage and boat is not actually required. (Also please mix up travelling to the Island. Boats are a wonderful classic and have great thematic vibes for Sif's original leaving of the Island but like. Imagine the sheer in-universe wtf of the memories of The Island suddenly coming back and people on the north coast suddenly realising there's a massive bridge, subway or underwater tunnel leading there that everyone just forgot about - potentially filled with all kinds of Sadnesses that need taking down. Or Warp Panels in a House of Change, idk XD).

Timeline

Canon notes first:

Bonnie is a preteen (8 to 12), Mira and Isa are in their early to mid 20s (with Isa slightly older), Sif is late 20s to 30, and Odile is 40+ Nille is stated to be around 18 to 20.

Siffrin ran away from home when they were a teenager (13 to 17? 18?) and this is heavily implied to be when the Island was Forgotten.

Bonnie (in ISaT specifically*) says that Nille told them that when it happened all the adults were talking about it, hence why they think The Island is close to their village. *In Start Again a Prologue, Bonnie says that they themself remember the adults talking about the Island disappearing, which er. Is a bit impossible given they likely weren't even born yet when that happened but that can be explained away by AU differences, InsertDisc5 still finalising details between SAaP and ISaT, and/or OG Siffrin having been in the loops so long they weren't actually listening when Bonnie was talking and just 'scripted' in their head something 'close enough' to what Bonnie was saying to get the idea (note: mentioned that idea before in my post here on the differences between the House and King in Start Again vs In Stars and Time for anyone curious so er please feel free to give that a read if you haven't already).

Odile mentions remembering 'when it happened' as well and has been 'travelling for years'.

The King 'appeared out of nowhere' sometime in his adulthood, and lived in the city of Corbeaux for a few years before he became the King.

The King became the King as was freezing people in time long enough before his attack on the House of Dormont that everyone inside knew he was coming, there were a wall's worth of newspaper articles about him, and everyone was expecting Euphrasie to defeat him.

Mirabelle's quest began 'almost a year ago' and Sif lost their eye 'recently'.

Thoughts on the above:

Calculating when The Island was forgotten:

Sif being mid 20s to 30 and having run away from home as a teen means that The Island has to have been forgotten somewhere between 9 to 17 years ago with nine only possible if he ran away at age 17 and is only age 26 now, and seventeen being the far opposite if he ran at age 13 and is currently 30.

To narrow down the timeline: Given Sif ran away from home because he 'didn't want to eat his veggies' and 'just wanted to scare [his] parents a little bit' it's probably safe to assume Siffrin was likely on the younger end of the teen spectrum (teens run off all the time sure but with loving parents and over veggies? That screams 'kid who has not yet learned that freaking out the parents will get their ass grounded and/or yelled at a LOT and is therefore best saved for doing fun forbidden stuff that ideally the parents will never find out about' XD) Additionally given Siffrin can't remember his age/birthday etc but Isabeau outright says near the beginning of the game "But you're older than most of the people here?" meaning Sif must be visibly older than Isa or Mira, so he's probably closer to 30 than not.

Those alone would imply the Island likely disappeared closer to the '17 years ago' side of things BUT Nille (tops 20 years old) told Bonnie that "[the Island's disappearance] was all the adults would talk about for ages" and kids usually can't remember anything prior to 4 years of age so with that in mind...

I'd say The Island most likely disappeared between 13 to 16 years ago.

Nille stuff:

This is more a general mention but. Nille is tops 20 years old. Bonnie is between 8 and 12 and doesn't remember their parents at all.

This means Nille ran away with Bonnie and gained emancipation and custody of Bonnie (if Vaugarde has formalised that kind of legal stuff) while she was at most 12 years old herself and could have in theory been as young as 6..!

Regardless, it's very likely the original home situation was that bad, Nille deserves a ton of credit for raising Bonnie as well as she has and I'd say it's very VERY likely she had a lot of help from villagers in Bambosche and/or the local House of Change in doing so. ...But also Bonnie is very adamantly 'my sister and village' and not 'my sister and [specific names who live with us]' so there's clearly by the time Bonnie was 4 or so they were living in their own place so... Yeah. Lotta drive for independence there too it seems (so the party might have more trouble adopting Nille into their group post ISaT than Bonnie might expect).

King stuff:

Already an adult 13 to 16 years ago so at bare minimum 33. Given his vibe probably much older though.

Newspapers get printed pretty quick though for there to be so much speculation and research done into his background so quick, either Vaugarde has some form of fast messaging system (something like a Chappe telegraph on top of the Houses of Change? Odile I think does mention that they'll have a message sent to let Nille know they'll be returning Bonnie...) or the King was freezing stuff for IDK around a month or two before reaching Dormont? Alas can't find out how long it takes to walk across all of France out very easily (I'm sure the numbers are out there but my brain is pudding rn) but if we had those numbers we could probably make some guesstimates based off the rough sketched map of Vaugarde InsertDisk5 did... Which I would link but apparently the tumblr post I had it linked on has been deleted???? 'wails at this very unhappy development'

Mira's journey and Sif's eye:

We really don't know a lot but almost a year ago gives us somewhere around 9 to 11 months to spread the journey out along and after eye removal surgery the patient can out and about as soon as 2 to 6 weeks after, maybe sooner with magic healing (though full recovery/growing used to the changed spacial awareness -which Sif clearly does not have- probably can't be sped up and takes around 3 to 6 months) so um. I'd guestimate Sif's eye injury is really recent; like two months ago tops recent. ...Which sorta explains a lot of why Bonnie is not dealing with it right now and also why the others might be trying to avoid bringing it up (since Sif clearly loves avoiding the issue but they haven't yet realised that maybe they really should bring it up even if it annoys them anyway?)

Odile with some Ka Bue speculation:

When it comes to The Island, how did Odile, presumably living in Ka Bue at the time, remember 'when it happened'? Was the Island well known enough even on the other side of the world that it's disappearance made waves? Or was Odile herself or someone she's close to paying attention to the region? (Like maybe her dad or a friend is/was into politics or trade, keeping up with overseas news and got concerned it could happen to Ka Bue? I'd say 'I remember when it happened' line implies it was more immediate knowledge than being informed by a messenger much later though...)

As for Odile's 'years of travel' I have to wonder, what's left behind for her in Ka Bue? She brings up going back there quite a bit, might just miss home and possibly her father if he's still alive, but given it took her years to get here for something so personal rather than idk 'materially rewarding' I think Odile might have some kinda family estate or something back in Ka Bue... Something she wasn't worried about potentially losing while far away, but solid enough to want to return to, beyond her father who she'd definitely want to see again if he's still around. (...But given how open she is to chilling about Vaugarde a few more months with the others, I really don't think he is alive, since well, given their respective ages and travel between Vaugarde and Ka Bue apparently taking years, there'd definitely an uncomfortably high chance of him passing away while she's gone and that seems like the thing that'd stress Odile out so... Yeah. Probably got an estate in Ka Bue she'd like to take the Family to visit/possibly sell off if she decides she'd like to live with them in Vaugarde so... Just my off the cuff headcanoning here and hoping that gives others ideas or something).

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Anyway that's all the ramble I've got in me so... yeah! Hope this was interesting and useful for those needing a bit of a 'possible tech'/timeline calcs breakdown for the Island + a few more vague things and um. Probably will post a long winding ramble about my attempt at a ISaT Selkie AU fic I've been working on next <3 (Not to be confused with looped-140-and-counting's already existing and quite wonderful Selkie Siffrin AU which already has a completed oneshot fic, a snippet of sequel, two snippets of prequel/Sif flashbacking and I believe a comic too, all of which I highly recommend <3)

[scificrows]

i like to make fun of murderbot for being all "i hate everyone, i don't care about anything or anyone, fuck off" while simultaneously caring very much about the people around it and the situations it finds itself in. i love how it "accidentally" ends up caring quite a lot about the friends it makes along the way. but i think something that i tend to forget is that murderbot actively decides to care - at least at some point in its story.

idk, as a person that struggles with depression, this paragraph from artificial condition really resonates with me. prior to all systems red, murderbot had contracts. it had routine and it had protocols. it knew what it had to do to just get by, how to perform so no one would notice it had disabled its governor module. it was deeply depressed, yes, but it was functioning (for lack of a better word). in artificial condition, murderbot's routine is gone. it cannot go on in that state of numbly going-from-contract-to-contract, putting in as little effort as possible, consuming media to cope. that option is gone because it escaped (and note that escaping the company was not an active choice, it kinda happened to it). murderbot has two options now: it can either gather all its energy; actively do something new and difficult and distressing; change something in its life and try. or it can let the numbness and the emptiness take over and stop trying. if murderbot wants to survive as a rogue secunit, it has to try. no matter how difficult that is. the wording in that paragraph really hits home for me. the way the non-caring sees an opportunity to slip in and to take over. does murderbot even care? does anything really matter? is anything really worth the hassle? wouldn't it be so much easier to just let your mind slip away a little, to go numb, to be passive, to watch media and wait for things to happen to you? wouldn't it be nice to stop thinking and struggling and feeling complicated things? to stop making an effort? you've been dealing with a lot lately and maybe it's time to just shut down. maybe you'll just take a little break. just slip deeper into this chair and start the show. time flies when you're not paying attention. trying is exhausting. who cares if you don't do the things you wanted to do, you were supposed to do. it'll be fine. let's just ignore those things for now. just let the non-caring take over. just stop thinking. you can deal with the aftermath later. just watch your shows. who cares. but murderbot cares. it decides to care. it decides to fight with all it has and i think that is so brave. and i think in the later books caring is less of an active decision for murderbot. once you start caring, it's easier to keep going than to stop; and murderbot, for all its "i'm a grumpy rogue secunit, leave me alone" behavior, knows just how important caring is. so it's not that it doesn't know what's happening; rather, it lets itself care. tl;dr: caring is not the default for murderbot, it's just the more difficult of two options. and it decides not to take the soft option. it decides to struggle. it decides to care. and so it does.

[never-ending-pizza-time]

I think some people forget that peppino can be kind of a jerk. He's not your perfect awkward nervous guy who can do no wrong, he is not perfect, but that doesn't make him a bad guy. He has flaws, because thats a normal human thing to have.

Sometimes he gets angry and a bit mean, sometimes he takes joy in beating the shit out of the tower residents, sometimes he gets selfish or says something mean to someone. His anxiety is not his only flaw, please don't forget that. He is not a perfect sunshine boy who can do no wrong. He is not nice and friendly 100% of the time. He is a human person, he is a complex being who cannot be easily defined as completely good or completely bad.

Sometimes good people do shitty things. Sometimes a person will not act in the kindest way possible. Sometimes someone will do something not realising (or caring) how it makes others feel. Sometimes people have bad days. Sometimes people make mistakes. Sometimes people are wrong.

Peppino is a human, he is not immune to being a jerk sometimes. Again, this doesn't make him a bad person, it just makes him human, and I don't want people to forget that and misinterpret him as being someone whos only flaw is his anxiety. Yes it is a key part of his character, but theres more to this guy than that, thats not his only flaw or imperfection or whatever you want to call it. He's not 'kind perfect guy who also has anxiety', theres more detail to who he is than that.

Peppino can be a bit mean, Peppino can be hotheaded, and you know what? Thats okay because thats what a person is like sometimes, and that is a sign of a complex and realisticly written character (even if he is a cartoon guy, his personality still feels realistic). He's not the same guy all of the time, he doesnt respond to every situation in the same way, he's not a one note character. Sometimes he sucks as a person, but its okay because despite all that, he's a loveable and endearing character, and he isn't a horrible terrible person, he just is human, and thats okay.

[claitea]

i know i shouldnt dwell on stupid opinions like this but a while ago i saw someone complain that Applin was a boring concept bc its just a worm in an apple and i was FLOORED. this iirc was in response to smth about gen 1 designs being boring as well

its not just a worm its a Wyrm its a pun. that is a concept. maybe you don't like it personally but to say its objectively bad is certainly Something. not every pokemon has to be based on a myth or something else fantastical to be a good concept. you Need "boring" pokemon for the dex to feel complete, if Everything is Cool then nothing is actually cool

"gamefreak is running out of ideas" yeah there's a billion fish pokemon but they're all actually very different to each other, lanturn is an anglerfish and lumineon is a butterfly fish. say what you will abt gamefreak rn its probably warranted but imo the one thing they still do right 100% of the time is unique concepts for each pokemon. the execution can be debated but the fundamentals are always there

[mbirnsings-71]

Well I bamboozled myself okay- At some point I'm gonna have to make a master post of my silly AU,,,, when I write the fic I'll do that okay- so hello @transmcytshowdown and welcome to the aspects of how your poll made me think more about other characters and their genders in my silly Wedding planner!Grian x Florist!Scar AU! otherwise known as the WAaDW au or "What about a desert wedding?" Au! But wait! I should probably explain what this au is first!

The basic premise of the au is that Grian is a wedding planner and helping plan Ren & Martyn's wedding, and in the process meets Florist!Scar and they just have a romcom little falling in love story (with an occasional bit of angst here and there)!

I really need to write it so badly because my two friends have gotten the rambles about it and they can confirm I have A LOT of thoughts about it (the planning doc for it is 31 pages long. 13k words. this is THE PLANNING DOC. NOT THE ACTUAL FIC.)

All my stuff is under the cut cause uhhh it's a lot I've been planning this au for maybe close to a month now? and I still haven't nearly drawn everything I wanted to for it- Also for context everyone is human in this au even though I drew scar with elf ears because I was getting used to drawing him still okay okay-

The List:

Tango? Hella Transmasc- the propaganda hit me too hard- photographic proof down below for the Tango. Also that propaganda about him having a dysphoria hoodie? could not stop thinking about it tbh-

Scott? He/They and vaguely apathetic about his gender but also does not want to be referred to with she/her pronouns. Just he is not Cis and like I'll also show proof of him through his lovecore design and my flower husbands doodle I have for him-

Cleo? She/They pronoun haver and literally identifies with the nonbinary flag irl that's literally just like me I can't misgender them ever that's literally me.

Cub? Agender and sooooo Gender Apathetic it hurts- Could call him anything and he'd just be chill with it he doesn't have time to worry about gender- (sadly I have no proof for him- I need to get on drawing him-)

Honestly considering Trans Skizz cause of the recent poll and I'm gonna do it cause god I need to draw that man and Skizz and Tango's friendship means a lot to me-

Joel? The polls have now convinced me he is transmasc and Lizzie can and will psps at him sillily cause that's her silly man.

Etho? the most pathetic wet cat of a they/he ever- probably also very apathetic about his gender-

Some Honorable mentions are Scar and Grian ofc because while they aren't Trans in my AU they do give off gender vibes so badly it hurts- Like I literally let Scar have all the gender and I will also show that down below cause he is the one I draw the most for my AU- Also Lizzie but she is not trans in my AU but gives off gender soooo well that yeah no!

Tango proof:

Scott proof:

Scar Proof:

Grian proof:

Joel Proof:

Cleo proof:

Etho Proof:

(there is a Cleo in that second image but I need to redraw her sooo badly-)

[thedrotter]

not-yet-dead-person

silly comic of a conversation in-game i thought was too funny not to make something proper for instead of a doodle ww

(timelapse + wip images (thus silly process commentary in read more if you like artist commentary :3)

i think the sketch looks silly and goofy and funny so i find it important to share with you the mere presence of the faces i drew on it. i drew it on top of the boxes without staying inside its borders because i find my proportions can get wonky if i draw them cropped in a restricted space. and I feel trapped otherwise and i will draw BAD!!! give me spaceeeee to go wild!!!!

the head circles are there for emotional support

very low res speedpaint because truth is the canvas was much bigger than the space where my comic was placed. i didnt account when exporting my timelapse in 720px that that tiny space would look so pixelated ... but it's able to be percieved, so its okay.

(i will now comment on my process and it is not brief sorry)

usually i would try to clean up my sketches and figure out what goes on top before jumping into linework, but since there are multiple panels and drawings i chose to jump into inking right away for the sake of brevity. i just went in with a brush that uses pen pressure and drew what was needed. i added extra line thickness and contrast in areas around the face because it helps direct your eyes there more easily that way.

according to her equipment rei has a chain belt but i only remembered it existed once I was going to color, and i did not like that discovery... I chose to ignore it to maintain my peace. i already have the color palettes for these characters figured out, and i didnt really want to think about a new element at the moment www I tend to overthink those things a lot so i skipped it

the rest is rather straightforward! not that anything else wasn't, but in here i could turn my brain off and sing. linework and sketching require mumbling so i cannot turn my brain off. just block in the characters with a solid color so i can have a mask (something along those lines,) where the color can stay inside. then just color in !!!

Base colors just had slight cell shading on the skin, and for the hair i airbrush a bit of the skincolor in low opacity near the forehead... I'm not sure what it means, but i can look at the faces easier with it somehow. i like the gentle subtlety it adds even if you cant really tell. it makes things look nice.

background was just me blocking in the color of the wall and floor, shade the wall a bit, then slap a noise and free use wood texture on top. work smarter not harder ! yet it took a bit to make it look stylistically fitting with the characters, and even now i think bottom middle panel looks odd. whatever!!!

for the middle panel i thought itd be funny if the background was a solid silly and colorful one to contrast the next panel's sketchy black one. a contrast to how the word widow is seen. on that note my handwritting is not pointy. i gaslighted my hand into thinking that it was indeed pointy in that moment so i could write "not-yet dead person" in letters that didn't seem cute. my hand did not fall for it but it complied anyway

that's basically it! I'm not sure what else i could say that doesn't feel barebones because it really is that straightforward. if you're curious I used clip studio paint for this. only special brush used was for linework (a brush named Lemon Brush), the rest used were just the default. my computer gets the least credit. it was trying to convince me a 20mb file was going to nuke it all the time and hardly let me save multiple times so i do not appreciate it

[ssreeder]

Hi! I have read a lot of LIAB and I loved it but it was honestly getting a bit too much for me and I had to stop reading cuz I was way too lost in the depressive feels. Your writing is so brilliant though!

I was just wondering how you think Azula would feel if she saw Zuko’s scars? I’m not even sure if you’ve already written this as the story continued or if you plan to soon and so won’t be able to answer, but the thought intrigues me!

haha yeah I have had NUMEROUS people say they started LIAB & couldn’t finish because it got to be too much, which is totally fine!! That’s why I love fanfic because there’s so many options for what different people wanna read. When I started liab I wanted to write a really dramatic emotionally dark and tragic love story - which I know some people aren’t into haha especially with how it’s written. (It was my first time writing ive learned a lot haha)

Seriously though! Thank you so much for complimenting my writing!!<3

ok that’s so crazy you asked this because we’re just at the part in the story where azula will be in the same city as zuko. But in ANY liab situation, I do think her initial reaction would depend on if she was prepared to see zuko or not and how much she knows about where he’s been.

Azula doesn’t enjoy not having control over people and situations- and we all know that when azulas not having a good time no one else is either. So if zuko pops up alive and she’s not expecting it I’m sure she’s going to be annoyed

But no matter what, I do think seeing his scars would surprise her, whether she expected them or not the sheer destruction that was done to zukos body would shock anyone. That’s also her brother, like she knows him he’s not just some extra in the background. she grow up with him and watched him throw tantrums and whine about his mommy and they played in the garden sometimes - & yeah she was prepared to see the SCAR but not all the Scars.

Since she’s rarely caught off guard I think her initial response would be to say something mean and clever to try and overcompensate for the shake in her voice and tremble in her hands. I’m sure she’d have a physical reaction - elevated heartbeat wandering eyes increased breathing but she wouldn’t wanna give zuko the satisfaction of catching her off guard (especially not if she thinks he’s working with his uncle to overthrow her)

she’d play it off but I think it’d haunt her, even if she had zuko in her clutches as a prisoner or ally his scars would stick with her. she’d see them in her dreams and when she closed her eyes, they’d burrow into her consciousness and if she starts to mentally unravel in liab like she did in canon and I’m sure zukos scars would be a significant part of pushing her into that insanity. Especially if she doesn’t know what the fuck happened to her brother lol. sorry I started rambling! I hope I answered the question lol! Thanks for the ask!!

[detectim]

never forget those couple issues in red r.obin 09 where tim gets put in one of those 'ready p.layer one' esque simulation worlds and in a place where someone can make their avatar look like their ideal versions of themselves, the Only thing he changed was making his suit look like dick's nightwing suit

[lady-clouves]

Jeez that Anon.

God forbid Alicent after being married to Viserys over half of her life, get to decorate her own home- which is kinda traditionally the job of the Lady of the castle, to manage the home. Viserys was a shit King so Alicent had to pull his duties too, doesn’t mean she wasn’t doing her traditional role as well. She probably managed/directed the hanging of those awful tapestries in the first place.

After marrying Car, Ned brought a Septon and Septa to Winterfell and had a Sept built for her despite Starks worshipping the Old Gods for thousands of years. These are the things loving husbands do for their wives to make them feel at home.

Too bad Viserys had to be almost dead for anything reflecting Alicent’s heritage to be brought into a the Castle where she’s lived most of her life.

Alicent can’t hang a few symbols in the Castle but Rhaenyra can try to put whole Strongs on the Driftwood throne. Strongs don’t belong there either.

Also the Seven is one of the most prominent faiths in Westros so it’s not entirely wrong for the symbols of that faith to be displayed in Kings residence. And if Alicent like you said can take care of not only the Queens duties but also a good chunk of the Kings she has all right to decorate HER keep the way she wants. She’s been in that castle for more than 20 years. Viserys is all but dead so his opinions on anything are even more irrelevant than they were before.

And if those nasty tapestries with dragon orgies was them showing their symbolism I’m glade it’s gone.

One thing I will say is that no matter what though is that Nyra’s boys do have a right to the Iron Throne no matter their illegitimacy, but Luke being heir to Driftmark is kind of questionable. In other notes unrelated, it’s not like Baela and Rhaena were being snubbed of their birthrights considering one would’ve been Queen and the other would’ve been the Lady of Driftmark. Which speaking of that the theory that had Rhaenyra won the Dance and all her sons survived that Daemon would’ve had Jace, Luke, and Joffrey killed is stupid 💀. I mean I don’t like Daemon at all but he’s not stupid enough to do that, his daughter would be Queen and then her child would be heir.

[random0lover]

I hate men and their need to act like any emotional reactions you have while you’re on your period is just you being “hormonal” and “not yourself”

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