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i-smoke-chapstick · 2 days

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'DON'T BLAME ME, [PART ELEVEN]

-GOTHAM!JERVIS TETCH X READER-

⋆ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 ; Reader deals with the consequences of her actions, and tries something new.

⋆ tags/warnings. GOTHAM!jervis x female reader. SLOW BURN!!! Not sure how many chapters this will be yet! LOTS OF PLOT SET-UP!! AGE GAP ROMANCE! (reader is Jim and Barbara's daughter) TBH this chapter is mostly fluff as apology for my absence. Jervis and reader getting that dance. The slow burn is slow burning. She fell first, he fell harder. (Guys, he's falling harder!!!) Soft Jervis. Jim and Barbara are tweaking out. RIP selina's faith in reader. Writing this kind of artistically and as character studies for everyone. Reader struggling with revenge and feelings. Reader and Jervis are still in their friends to lovers era. I'm taking canon out back and beating it with a stick until it stops twitching.

⋆ tag list (tell me if you want to be removed!) @adalwolfgang @jervis-tetch-my-beloved @honestmrdual @moonlightnyx @all-things-fandomstuck @killingboredom @sweetlimeharvest @frenchfryqueen69

⋆ 'PART ONE, - 'PART TWO, - 'PART THREE, - 'PART FOUR, - 'PART FIVE, - 'PART SIX, - 'PART SEVEN' - 'PART EIGHT, - 'PART NINE, - 'PART TEN, - 'PART ELEVEN, - 'PART TWELVE,

♫ “As long as you're with me, you'll be just fine / When we dance in my living room.” Nothing's Gonna Hurt You Baby by Cigarettes After Sex

"Mr. Tetch, this is awful." You pick and prod at your clothes, face buried in your hands, referencing the dead man in front of you.

Jervis had hypnotized a man for you to practice on. It was simple; in his own words, perfect practice makes perfect, dear. He wanted it to be an all immersive experience. Besides, the two of you weren't even sure he could be hypnotized.

As soon as Mr. Tetch had released the man from his spell, the man had begun to kick and scream like a child, banging wildly on the doors. You watched Jervis purse his lips in annoyance before urging you to do something. It was like a mother bird teaching a baby bird how to fly. Just one little push.

Yeah, that didn't work. It was like screaming over a fire alarm. The mans cries were blaring. You felt embarrassed and frustrated, and Jervis looked the ladder as well. He took a handgun on the table and shot the man in the head in seconds flat. The cries abruptly stopped.

It didn't bother you. You'd seen your father and mother shoot many a men before.

Jervis clicks his tongue, and shakes his head almost theatrically in response to your previous words.

"Terrible business." He sighs with faux-sympathy, a grim look on his face. You watch him kneel over the dead man and feel his cold neck with the back of his palm.

"What are we going to do now?" You stare at the man and his now dead eyes. Jervis stands up in a swift movement, kicking the body with little regard. He scans over your stressed expression.

"A simple enough issue to resolve. It would do you good to calm down." His voice is soft-spoken, and his eyes never stray from the way your hands fidget.

You huff, but you nod. "So, are we just gonna throw him out the window?"

"Indeed." Mr. Tetch looks as though gears are turning in his head.

He grabs the corpse by the arms. "Help me carry him, won't you? He's quite heavy."

You roll your eyes and get to work.

"I guess I'll need to find someone else to practice on. Any ideas?" You ask, still focused on the issue at hand. This has to work.

"Patience, dear." He tuts, lifting the body out the window. Both of you look down into the streets below. He smirks a bit as he turns to face you. "Perhaps we could find a certain policeman to practice on."

You groan. "Not my dad. Not yet, at least. Remember? We have a plan. Out of the two of us, you're the impatient one, Mr. Tetch."

"Of course, of course." He muses. He was expecting your defiance.

You two toss the body out the window, and a loud thud resounds in the distance.

He stands by the open window, watching the body crash into the ground.

After a moment of silence, Jervis tilts his head towards you with a quizzical look.

"Might I request something of you?" He speaks, careful.

"Yeah, what is it?" It takes you by surprise how willing you respond to him and his questions. It should feel wrong, but it just feels casual.

"Might you ever consider referring to me as anything other than 'Mr. Tetch'?"

His eyes sparkle with curiosity as he tilts his head expectantly. He looks at you intently, watching closely for your reaction.

You blink at him. You hadn't noticed.

"...Like what?"

"My first name, perhaps?" He places his hand over his heart and gives an exaggerated bow, like some character from an old play. It involuntarily makes you smile. "Jervis, at you're service. 'Mr. Tetch' is what one calls their teacher. Wouldn't you prefer...to be my friend?"

"You are my teacher, though." You counter, still amused. "You're teaching me hypnotism."

He eyes you with a look of exasperation and mild fluster.

"We are both outlaws, aren't we? Not students and teachers. If I am to call you Y/N, I would ask you refer to me as simply Jervis." Something twists in your stomach as being referred to as an outlaw. Maybe you're more like your mother than you thought.

"Fine. No promises that it sticks, though. I kind of like it."

"No promises needed."

He nods with a slight shrug. You glance out at the city streets of Gotham, taking a moment to think. You two can hear the distant sounds of cars and pedestrians echoing through the city. You perk up your ears, hearing the sound of music in the distance. It's an older love song, and sounds like it could be from the early sixties. How Gotham. You listen to the singers voice croon.

Jervis's eyes dart in the direction of the music, and he seems to recognize the song.

You watch his lips quirk up into a smile, reminiscing about old times. But he quickly shakes his head, seemingly pushing the thoughts aside. He approaches the window curiously, intrigued by the sound of the music.

"I don't believe I've heard that song in a decade. How nostalgic."

In between the fear of turning into your mother, and the anxiety of harboring with a fugitive, you aren't quite sure why the words fall out of your mouth.

"Y'know, some time ago, you promised me a dance." You whisper, looking up at him, hopeful.

At your words, his eyes slightly widen. He glances over at you and raises an eyebrow, a flicker of something akin to hope in his eyes.

"Ah, I remember. Well, you've certainly earned it, my dear," He says with a smile, offering you one hand. "A dance then, if you would permit me the honor. A bit of distraction would do us good."

Your fingers intertwine, and he gives your hand a soft and gentle squeeze. Despite the chaos of the night, this moment feels almost... peaceful.

Jervis holds your hand up to his, and places his other on your waist, gently pulling you closer. The music continues faintly in the distance, setting the mood of the moment.

"Follow my lead," He murmurs softly. You feel your cheeks burn at the close proximity. Why is it that every time you touch him, it feels like electric shocks going through your body?

At his words, you do as he says. You step in sync with him, and there's something comfortable about the way he holds you. "Where did you learn to do this?"

He leads you slowly around the room in a pleasant dance, each step in time with the rhythm of the distant music.

He smiles gently and chuckles, a soft warmth in his expression. It feels strange to see him look so carefree. He glances down at you, enjoying the feeling of your hand in his.

"I learned the basic steps years ago, as a small child," Jervis explains. "And over time, I've picked up the rest. It's quite simple when you've had as much time as I have," He adds with a playful grin.

You snort. "Yeah yeah, geezer." You stick your tongue out a bit at him, happily accepting the strange calm of the night. The words do make you wonder, though. Is he truly comfortable with...this? Staying with a girl half his age? You briefly wonder if he thinks of you of more as a daughter, or a young pupil, and the thought somehow elicits a pang of hurt in your chest.

His light laugh makes all your thoughts disappear. As you spin back to him, he pulls you a little closer, your body gently bumping against his. The feeling is far from unpleasant.

"I'm not that old," He replies with a grin, "Watch your tongue, dear Y/N."

Your smile deepens, and his eyes slightly sparkle as he looks down at you. There's a moment of quiet before he asks you a final question.

"Did I ever tell you how lovely you look in that dress?"

"I seem to recall you telling me I looked magnificent." You remind him, feeling tingly from his every touch. You can feel the goosebumps on your arms, and blame it on the breeze from the window.

"That is correct," He replies, his tone sincere. "I meant it, you know. You are magnificent. More so than any person, creature, or thing I've ever seen."

There's a subtle look of admiration in my eyes as he continues leading the dance, though the two of you have significantly slowed down.

"Where is this coming from, Jervis?" You ask, but you know. From the first time you'd met him in the club. There's a pull to him, something inexplicable. Not to mention the night outside, the city lights...the music. It's the way his first name slips out of your mouth for the first time in forever.

Jervis looks down at you with a slightly puzzled expression, a warmth in his eyes. He pauses dancing and pulls you closer, both his arms wrapping gently around your waist. You two have fully stopped. He looks deeply into your eyes, voice soft and earnest.

"I admire you," He mutters quietly, my fingers softly tracing your back. "It is hard for one to not feel romantic when the city is in such a state, and in particular when they dance with someone quite so lovely."

Romantic. There it is. You swallow the lump in your throat, and curse yourself for feeling it too. For feeling that pull to him, the man who tried to kill your father, the man who shot you. What could he possibly admire about you?

You pause, and lightly push him away. You fight the urge to sigh. "It's getting late," You whisper. "We'll try again in the morning. Find someone else to experiment on, yeah?"

His brows furrow, but he nods in understanding, a bit of disappointment in his expression. Yet, he still takes your hand and raises it to his lips, placing a chaste kiss to it.

"Very well, my dear. We'll start afresh in the morning."

He gives your hand a gentle squeeze and lets go. His eyes linger on you for a moment, a thoughtful and melancholic expression on his face.

You make your way to your room quickly, grabbing your phone off the dresser. You rub your temples and read the notifications. It stings, seeing the red icons pop-up one after another.

Twenty-two missed calls. You cringe, swiping up.

Ten are from your father. Five are from your mother. Four from Tabitha. Three from Butch.

You don't look at the text messages, knowing you'll simply receive a string of "Where are you?!?" and "Please let me know you're safe."

Everything seems to irk you. You're safe. Mr. Tetch wouldn't hurt you.

He did shoot you, that voice tempts you again. But it seems easier to push out this time. He did shoot you. But haven't Tabitha and Barbara shot at each other? Your own father and mother? Love, if you can call it that, has always been fucked in Gotham.

Pulling yourself out of your thoughts, you hear your window hatch click. You look up, but don't turn around. You already know who it is.

"Y/N?" Selina calls, "You good?"

"Yeah, I'm fine." You attempt to compose yourself. You miss dancing with Jervis right about now.

"He hasn't tried anything, has he?"

"No. Its fine." You finally turn to see her, and you squint at her. An idea pops into your head, and you find yourself stepping close to her. A part of you hopes this isn't terribly unethical. "Hey, Selina..."

She looks at you, and you nod to the lift cord on the blinds. It clacks against the wall consistently with the breeze.

"Do you hear that clicking?" You ask, crossing your fingers. She seems to zone out, offering you a side-eye, before focusing on the noise. Her expression becomes deadly neutral.

This is the farthest you've gotten. You fight the urge to high-five yourself.

"Take off your goggles. No questions." You say, soft. You'd never make her do anything she wouldn't do normally. She's not an enemy. She's not Jim Gordon. She's your friend. This is just a test.

She goes to do so, arm lifting...before stopping herself.

Fuck. Ah well, you tried.

"Why?" The life returns to her face, as well does the judgey expression. You quickly offer a laugh. This is still amazing. It's proof. It can be taught! And you can learn! You almost want to squeal.

"I don't know. I want to wear them." You come up with the lie on the spot, adrenaline filling you. You watch Selina roll her eyes. She believes you.

She playfully throw the goggles to you. You put them on with a chuckle. Everything is going to be alright. Everything is going to go to plan. Everything is going to work out.

Hopefully.

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moeblob · 4 days

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I'm sorry for the OC brain rot on main....

(the lines are from a post about "tag yourself: awkward/unflirty Sims edition" and honestly? all my OCs are awkward/unflirty so ... yeah...)

#my characters #they (my OCs in general) are not mine if they don't pine and fail at romance #and the fact one of the options WAS actually ask an inappropriate question??? deacon coded if there was ever something deacon coded #i have so many stupid ideas for ymber having the worst comments that he THINKS would be flattering in his head and then he hears it out lou #and is like oh no that was awful im going to be abandoned for that and i deserve it oh wow dang that was so bad #both of them are trying so hard to be supportive and learn about the other and somehow its working?#no one else knows HOW it works but ok buddy #like i saw a mug in a coffee shop that i DESPERATELY want to draw in the modern au i have #with Oh handing it to Ymber saying AH HA found a mug I can gift Deacon the next time you fuck up with talking to him #and then doesn't buy it but is thinking about it and then later that day Ymber says something v blunt and non flattering #and Oh just ARE YOU KIDDING ME I DONT HAVE DEACONS GIFT BC YOU SAID YOUD TRY HARDER AT THIS #the mug in question said #congrats on your breakup we hated him #and there were sparkles around breakup #and it was so funny to me i just .... thinking about how much Oh would love to give it to deacon as a sorry my friend is so bad at this #i really wanna draw more of the sims fail options with the others in the plot but hey i can post it on my side blog and spare you all here #i was thinking about a fanart idea earlier this morning and completely forgot it by the time i sat down to draw #gomen gomen i was gonna try to not do ocs on main but.... alas....

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despairforme · 27 days

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#[ him <5<5<5<5 !! ]#[ been thinking a lot about him recently hhhh ]#[ i mean i always think about him but YEAH ]#[ unfortunately i'm busyyyyyyyyyy again ]#[ i keep filling my weeks and days with stuff ahaha ]#[ in the past i used to just stay indoors by myself 24/7 ]#[ i gotta get better at taking advantage of the time i have available for writing ]#[ i have so many ideas and plots in my head !!!!! ]#[ my to-do list is a million miles long WELP ]#[ - but also i kinda love it bc i'm never bored - ]#[ anyways !! once i again i must thank you for your patience with me guys! you're so kind and understanding t-t <5 ]#[ - gives out trophys - ]#[ you're the best !! ]#[ hope you're all doing good <5 ]#toby post. ╱ out of character.

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brainworms-all-night-long · 1 year

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reason ive been ded for a while now is beacause the Arcane and Sonic Prime brainrot has gotten a bit severe-

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domsaysstuff · 11 months

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(ronance, robin(/a lil bit stobin too)-centric, side steddie fic idea)

So I'll probably at this point will never write this idea but I still wanted to share it with the fandom so I'll just dump my ramblings abt it here

I've been toying with the idea of actually nancy falling for Robin first and also Robin's queer adolescence and how Robin's trauma goes into her relationships

Specifically her relationship with Vicky

I just want her to care? To feel like the world is breaking because it's her first relationship??? like i want her to try and try to make this relationship work and still it doesn't because vicky wanted a clumsy cute normal girl and robin is all of that but also, also she wakes up in the middle of the night screaming, there are days where she needs to keep holding steve's hand to be okay, to remind themselves that they are real and here and alive and she has a group of people that she's very codependent with, a group of people that vicky will never fully be absorbed with and like all of this is fine if it's something vicky could take but she doesn't want and she doesn't have to!! but like it still hurts robin deeply because vicky is kind and she likes her back and she's her first love and to lose that slowly, to see vicky get overwhelmed with all of this is killing robin, it's making her feel even more broken and it hurts but also, it's just how things go

sometimes you fall in love and you get loved back and it still doesn't work out

it doesn't mean it doesn't hurt tho

so i just want her to care i want her to be hurt deeply in a way only first relationships hurt

Like I want Vicky and Robin to be cute and together and I want Robin to like her so fucking much and I want it to fail anyway because that's how it sometimes is no matter how smitten Robin is, how much they want it to work and it hurts, it hurts because it's unfair and it hurts because it's just how it goes and there is also just nothing special about it

And like Robin understands, but it hurts and it feels like there is just one more wrong thing with her, before she couldn't connect with people because of her being a lesbian and now when she found a girl that likes her she can't connect with her because of her trauma and it feels unfair, so fucking unfair

And at the beginning from Robin's side Ronance is platonic because she's preoccupied with Vicky and also because Nancy is Robin's first female friend

The thing is that Robin has grown up weird, it's like everybody could smell the queer on her before she could even understand it herself and so at first ronance from robin's pov is just a lot of being grateful for having a girl friend, for experiencing girl nights and sleepovers and Nancy doesn't make her feel like a freak and it feels safe and girly in a way Robin has never allowed herself to feel, always just too uncomfortable around girls even before she knew why, so she's kind of reliving her girlhood and honestly i think she deserves it

Meanwhile Nancy in the background is just working through her compulsory heterosexuality and figuring out she's a lesbian and she has been halfway in love with Robin since the Creel thing

Also I feel like Vicky would try to be supportive but she wouldn't get it but Nancy does

i have this scene

in my mind

like robin's nightmares are fine for vicky, it's when she's waking up all panicky and she needs steve in a way Vicky just doesn't get why, it's not that she doesn't try to be supportive but she doesn't get it

but one night when robin sleeps over at nancy's and she wakes up with steve's name on her lips, she gets nancy's hand on her back drawing small circles, little movement reminding her she's not alone and nancy calling steve on the walkie, not because robin asked but because nancy knew it was what robin needed, robin fell asleep again with nancy's arms around her and steve's voice on the walkie that night

and then in the morning nancy is like "don't mention it, sometimes i need to call jon, just to hear his voice, i understand the need" bc i'm a firm believer that jonathan is to nancy what steve is to robin and i will take no criticism (but i will accept that it might also be eddie and not jonathan but like also they are both her bestfriends you honor)

but robin is like feeling this queer dissonance bc she still doesn't know nancy isn't straight and it's like, yeah, but it's different. It's always different for me. you call jonathan because he's your boyfriend, that's what couples do, i call steve because he's an extension of me i didn't knew was walking outside of my body before i found him and suddenly i was whole again, i don't want to ever kiss him but i want to spent my life with him but she doesn't say that, because nancy might be kind and understanding, but she still was nancy the priss wheeler and robin doesn't want to lose girls' nights and sleepovers in one bed and this easy friendship because she's different again, so she just smiles and later when steve arrives to pick her up she cries in his shoulder

Like this scene is mostly a foreshadowing of how much Nancy fits and gets it

Also Steve and Robin platonic soulmates supremacy so a lot if this is also platonic soulmates stobin because Robin realizes she's going to leave for college soon and she doesn't want to leave without Steve, even if he won't be alone in hawkings bc he has the kids and Eddie (bc Eddie lives, ofc, i'm not killing my baby, lmao, also there is a steddie sideplot, imma talk abt it in a second)

But Steve is hers and she is Steve's first and she doesn't want to leave him, can't imagine, feels like leaving half of her body and it's not fair, but also can't take it upon herself to ask him to leave with her because she doesn't think she can handle it if he says no

And so like the fic would starts in late April/early may and Robin is trying so hard with holding the ones she has so close because she's going to leave and she's trying to grasp on the last crumbles of her teenage years and onto her relationship with Vicky and throughout all of this Nancy is this constant that just is there, steady, safe and becoming actually one of her best friends

And it surprises her, because it was easy to be friends with Eddie once they bonded over being gay and also caring for Steve, it was somewhat comfortable to have a budding relationship with Jonathan and Argyle, caring for the kids came with caring for Steve because they are somewhat also a part of him and he is part of her so they are also hers but Nancy always was so unreachable, so far away so untouchable, except she wasn't

Except she was there inviting Robin to sleepovers and over milkshakes and stupid diners and going over college application with her and talking about Steve and Jonathan and Eddie with fondness because these are their boys and somehow Nancy has become an integral part of Robin's life

And so a lot of the first part of the fic is Robin trying to hold onto all those things before she moves to college

And then Vicky breaks up with Robin in the middle of july, and it's a nice weather, Robin wishes it was raining and the thing is that even when breaking up with her Vicky is just so sweetly nice, so perfect and Robin wishes she could hate her, that she could be mad, but she only feels sad, so incredibly fucking sad, it feels like something that she saw coming, because she did, she knew it was going to end like this, but even when breaking up with her Vicky wasn't mean, was nice enough to tell Robin, to lie, she just doesn't want to do long distance

it's when Steve is comforting her abt the break up that Robin ask him to come with her, she already had her heart ripped out once today, it's a little bit self-destructing, it's maybe her punishing herself for her codependency that in her eyes cost her her relationship, but he says yes, is ecstatic, because wherever she goes he won't hesitate to follow, they are a package deal after all, somehow they also rope Eddie into it and it makes sense, it makes sense to leave with both Steve and Eddie that have become such vital parts of her, steve is an extension of her outside of her body, but Eddie is someone who understands and fits between the spaces that she and Steve leave behind seamlessly, it would make sense to leave and take them with her

quiet interlude to explain the steddie side plot because it's now kind of necessary

so i have this in mind that like steve knows he's bi before the whole vecna, he figured it out with robin after starcourt

and robin already feels like having one other queer person in hawkings is extraordinary but then vecna happens and eddie joins the crew, eddie with his bandana, eddie with his big boy and chains and jokes and attitude and robin and steve argue back and forth if he is queer or not, while also steadily forming a friendship with him and it's just robin wants him to be so bad, because a part of her feels like eddie understands the queer parts of her that steve bless him never could, bc steve somehow could hide behind the heteronormality but robin and eddie never had a choice, they were always too weird, too different for that, but robin is afraid, it's steve, brave steve that ends up coming out to eddie first in a comment that he plays of as nonchalant but robin sees right through him, he's afraid and yet, and yet he barrels through, holds himself under eddie's gaze and is brave because that what steve is, brave

and so they're my three queer best friends and i love them

Also this is once again me pushing Steve is a brave, beautiful boi agenda

and robin sees how eddie looks at steve and steve at eddie and she thinks that maybe steve just is oblivious (i mean after they all came out to each other, thanks to steve) but then she talks to steve about it

and the thing is that steve knows that eddie wants him, that he's attracted to him, but steve actually fucking likes eddie, might actually fucking love him

and after the whole being bullshit and all the girls that went out with him because they wanted king steve and not steve he doesn't know, doesn't trust himself to know if eddie likes him the same way

He doesn't trust himself to not be bullshit again

and eddie is a bit of coward, like let's face it, that boy is ready to pine his whole life for steve harrington if it gets him to just exist in his space

and so steve just doesn't let himself have this

because he would rather to have him as a friend than an ex-hookup and he couldn't have handled it if that's all what eddie wanted to be, so they're like tragically pinning, they're my idiots you honor

So then the summer is ending and so they organize a party to celebrate the last days they have together, the whole party and when there is only a spicy six left Robin, my baby comes out as a lesbian!! And she's so afraid of Nancy's reaction, but Nancy, beautiful, kind, stubborn Nancy just takes her hand and says with a smile that she's glad that she told them and her smile is beautiful, happy and Robin feels like a weight is lifted off of her because now, now she doesn't feel like she might lose her friendship with Nancy too, because she was so afraid that once Nancy will know, it will be the end of them, it's why she waiting until both of them are going away, until the pain of missing her won't be as visible because Nancy isn't supposed to be there with her anyway

So after that

Nancy ofc goes to NY

Robin, Steve and Eddie somehow land in Chicago and my boy Eddie is a mechanic for sure bc i love the idea, Robin ofc will be studying and I haven't decided what Steve will be doing

And Jonathan and Argyle will stay in Hawkins, taking their gap year

Robin thinks it's partly why Steve wasn't as afraid to come with her, knowing Jon will be there keeping an eye on Hawkins, on the kids, because it's not that Steve doesn't trust Joyce and Hopper but he doesn't trust them to call them when things go bad, and kids are always too preoccupied to call when things go wrong and he trust, trusts Jon to call when things go code red in Hawkins, also i think Jon deserves a gap year, let that boy relax please

And so Nancy calls, all of them do actually, the kids and Jonathan with Argyle, I kind of like to think that like sometimes all three Robin and Steve and Eddie are gathered around the phone talking with whoever calls, like Steve is painting Robin's nails while listening to Eddie and Jon arguing about some music thing on the phone while Robin keeps adding her opinion only to stir shit up even more and sometimes it's Eddie and Steve parenting Dustin while Robin just lays next to them doing her school assignments

But Nancy calls when she also knows Robin is just there alone, Nancy calls and asks her about Chicago and college and it's good, it's good talking with her

Also I have this scene in my head where Nancy and Robin talk about Barb, it's late and Robin is alone in the apartment, Eddie and Steve gone somewhere together and Nancy is talking about how sometimes she finds it hard, knowing that Barb probably wouldn't have recognized her now, that she changed, grew up and she isn't the same person that Barb was friends with anymore (my personal headcanon is that Nancy didn't even want to be a journalist before Barb's death, but after seeing how they covered it up, how the press twisted and manipulated the truth she wanted to be the one good one, for Barb, a sense of justice paid to her through others, it's why she wanted the facts for Eddie so hard)

And Robin asks her how she deals with it and Nancy says that she just has to, it won't go anywhere, she won't stop aging, "besides" she says "eddie recently told me something and, don't tell him that, but it was actually pretty smart"

"Impressive for him" Nancy giggles and it's good to know her giggles make her feel the same feeling of accomplishment even through the phone

"Anyway, he told me that we survived so we could change. That we are the lucky ones that get to change, dead people don't change. So it's good, to sometimes, become something new"

And it sticks with Robin and she somehow that leads her to asking Steve to cut her hair even shorter because hair holds memory and she wants to have space for new ones, the good ones, she wants to see them grow (one of this days I will think of a sapphic idea that doesn't involve hair, i swear, but today is not the day) also both Robin and Steve dye a strand of their hair pink, for platonic soulmate unity reasons

so anyway chicago is good, good for her and Steve and Eddie and they're thriving and they're finding queer bars and are growing up, becoming adults together and like Robin manages to hook up with a girl and meet more queer people, grow into herself and there a set backs and bad days, like once a girl started roleplaying a cop as a part of foreplay and asked "where do you work" in a voice that reminded Robin too much of the russians and the torture, she cried for an hour and a half on the girl's floor, before she managed to exhaust herself and only then she managed to give out their number so the girl could call Steve to pick her up, she cried in Stevie's arms the whole night after that because she just felt broken like yes she could move, she could grow up, she could experience new things but the trauma will always be a part of her

and so then! we have like two important seeing nancy moments

one where everybody comes back to hawkings for smh idk if will be holidays or smh or smh different, but even if nancy and robin called on a regular it's the first time she's seeing her since they went away for college and during that time robin finally catches up to nancy and realizes she's in love with her

But she thinks it's hopeless because Nancy hasn't yet came out to Robin (in my mind Eddie helped her in figuring it out during summer, she came out to Jon in the meantime after moving but before this coming home and during the stay in Hawkins she will come out to Steve but it will be unnecessary bc honestly Steve suspected that Nancy liked Robin since fucking the first words of the fic) and so Robin pulls away

Also during this visit is when she asks Wayne how he dealt with dating people after going to war, did he ever manage to separate his trauma and his dating life and he tells her that there are people who will understand and love her with her trauma not despite of her (with like a heavy look towards Nancy bc Uncle Wayne knows what the fuck is up)

Oh also per Chicago being good for the boys, it's where Steve finally allows himself to be loved, it's where they come home to each other, it's where they stay with each other, it's where they slow dance together in the kitchen, it's where Steve realizes that Eddie is here to stay, when Steve tells Robin he kissed Eddie over dinner, they both cry, simply because they are happy, Robin is so glad that Steve finally, finally is happy and healthy and is letting himself be loved how he deserves

and then we have a second time where the whole spicy six gather in New york to celebrate with nancy i'm thinking maybe new year??

and then nancy comes out as a lesbian and like than robin realizes what nancy was doing all this time, she realizes that they are steve and eddie (because eddie has waited, all this time until steve was ready, was right beside him when steve blossomed into someone who could trust that eddie wants him back, eddie waited and nancy... nancy waited too) and it's like the both of them go to bed together ofc and robin has this like feeling of, they had time, they finally have time, and they could take it in whatever pace they want, this like finality of feeling that they are finally on the same page and the rest is like fluff

Also something something Nancy belonging to NY and being even more beautiful somewhere where she is healthy and happy and thriving, something something about rosy cheeks and long coats and frosty kisses

So i guess i just want Robin to like grow into herself and who she is in relationships and have experience and grow comfortable in herself before she let herself love Nancy, i want them to be friends first and also i want the slow burn of it all

#i'm putting this here bc i kind of want attention but also i have so many unwritten fic ideas that i never shared here only with my friends #that its just #and like i said ill probably never write this one bc recently i have been distracted with a nancy-centric ronance fic idea in my head but #i still love this one a lot also i have still so many ideas abt it that i havent written out like the whole steddie side plot lives rent #free in my mind #btw if you follow me for a while you've probably seen me talking abt screaming fic ideas into my friends dms and if you ever wondered how #it looks like this is literally plugged from one of my dms with my friend sbsjsn so now you know #dom's au idea of the day #ronance #platonic stobin #steddie #fruity four #stranger things #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #steve harrington #eddie munson #fic idea

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wakeupthemembersofbylernation · 9 months

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It’s wild how so many people are fundamentally incapable of recognizing queer characters unless they explicitly say the words, “I’m gay” on screen

#like season 1 and 2? sure maybe you can overlook Will’s queercoding and believe it’s just a result of the bully’s homophobia #season 3 is a huge stretch but it’s hypothetically possible to believe will is just a late-bloomer or asexual #but how on earth do you watch season 4 and still genuinely have no idea will is gay?#and this is not a rare occurrence #it’s astonishing how many people you have to literally explain the van scene to cause Will’s sexuality never crossed their mind #you didn’t see him staring longingly at his best friend the entire season?#some people’s minds are so aggressively heteronormative that they assumed will had a crush on el #and even after noah has explained that will is gay 50 million times #people still are confused and think it came out of nowhere or they quickly forget #somewhere there’s a fan who doesn’t keep up with stranger things news and doesn’t really use social media #a fan who is the exact opposite of chronically online #who hasn’t heard about NOAH coming out let alone Will’s sexuality #who will walk into season 5 and be utterly flabbergasted when Will comes out as gay (let alone when Byler happens)#and they’ll say that Will being gay is a huge plot twist they never saw coming #and they’ll be 100% sincere #and that’s truly baffling to me #do people think shows just randomly include melodramatic rain fights where ‘it’s not my fault you don’t like girls’ is said for no reason?#do people think the show went out of its way to show wills rejecting the attractive girl in his class cause they were in a silly goofy mood?#I genuinely wanna know what goes on through people’s heads when they have no gaydar or media literacy #even today there are people who still think romantic stobin should happen and think that Robin isn’t really a lesbian #will byers #byler

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imminent-danger-came · 1 year

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On god just found the worst review of Lego Monkie Kid season 2. And I quote, “There are things from season one that are established for sure and referenced and capitalized on—but I feel like there’s just a little bit too much of that going on if that makes sense. I couldn’t help but feel like this was kind of a continuation to season one as opposed to its own storyline and it’s own season.”

Girl???? You mean it has an overarching plot????????????????

#'Season 2 felt like a continuation of season 1' I SURE HOPE SO #I'm screaming and beating my head against a wall #THIS IS JUST LIKE PEOPLE COMPLAINING ABOUT S4 OF TDP AND NOT UNDERSTANDING SET UP. BUT LIKE WORSE SOMEHOW #Like. Please do you know what goes into a good story. What's required for that.#imp tag #lmk #lego monkie kid #This feels just kinda like...this is why toh is so popular #Typically that show does whatever is a 'fun feel good' idea rather than following through with ANYTHING they've set up or introduced #If you don't care about plot structure then of COURSE you just want whatever is going to be the most ''angsty'' or ''cute''#continuity be damned #character arcs be damned #plot be damned #like could you imagine if MK being a Monkie came from no where #That would suck ass #Instead it was hinted at during the first 3 seasons and plays BEAUTIFULLY into his arc of self-reflection and identity #Like MK has functioned as a mirror for so many things and so many characters #Having an ink version of himself function as a mirror for HIM IS JUST SO. IT'S SO GOOD. LIKE I'M GOING TO THROW MY HEAD THROUGH A WINDOW.#toh critical #I guess since I complained in the tags

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moongothic · 3 months

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It is that time of the year again 😔

When I desperately want to make a PS1 Final Fantasy-style RPG

#Moon posting #Fortunately I do not know a thing about making games so although I am haunted by thoughts I have no way to manifest them #Unlike comics where I do have the power and knowledge on how to get The Thoughts out of my head and make them into something #So now I'm just haunted with Ideas for characters but nothing I can do with them because I have too many comics to work on already #Look I am a simple fucker. I yearn for the lowpoly turn based combat with funky character designs and a great plot #Torn between wanting to rewatch some playthroughts on YouTube and not wanting to feed my brainworms

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onconstellationstreetmp3 · 7 months

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i want to give girl michael a girlfriend buuut she is also awful & kay & appolonia deserve better than her… but i dont wanna make up an oc…

#me.txt #the godfather #i feel like theres two versions of thdi that exist in my head 1) tgf but michaels a girl things follow the plot along as usual with some ch #nges cause yannow shes a woman having to prove herself in a violently misogynistic culture in which case i would *probably* make appolonia #kay guys (?) to add some more layers to michaels struggle with her families ideals of gender in relationships. ? i havent decided #& then theres the version where shes just an emotionally unstable weirdo roaming around new york city in which case im giving her a weird g #rlfriend ☝️ if anyone has any suggestions please tlel me yr thoughts i have So many ideas rattling around in my brain

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thats-a-lot-of-cortisol · 18 days

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Aspect of Order: Primordial & Present-Day

One of the first deities, part of what is known as the Primordial Triad. It created the planes alongside the Aspects of Chaos and the In-Between and held dominion over the Material Plane. It embodied order in the way nature has order: the life cycle, gravity, the tides, the surety that the seasons will change, the patterns that appear in flora and fauna alike, the symmetry of pinecones and butterflies. It was associated with the night as a time of quiet preparation where the world rests, and when one can see the remains of creation in the darkened sky. It is said that the two moons of the Material Plane are its eyes, watching over its creations.

All three members of the Primordial Triad are referred to with "it", so ancient and unfathomable that applying a mortal, transient concept of gender to them seemed almost blasphemous.

Almost.

The modern-day conception of Order is quite different. Though she still reigns over the night and natural laws, her followers have placed her at the forefront of the creation process, reducing the In-Between's role and rejecting Chaos altogether. Though most present-day cultures think of her in this way, many of them do not emphasize her: she is an invisible Over-God, keeping the other deities and forces in line and maintaining cosmic balance from behind the scenes. In places where she is worshipped heavily, however, she is placed at the forefront of the pantheon. In those cases, worship of deities with overlapping domains is either illegal (ex local gods of justice) or considered secondary to her (ex the god of the Wilds). The worship of smaller, local deities is usually discouraged or suppressed over-all in these areas in order to encourage a more structured, uniform religious practice. While both aspects of Order championed paladins, Primordial Order also championed druids and rangers while Modern Order champions clerics.

Ancient theologians debated whether or not Order and Chaos were two aspects of the same being (ironically, there was no question that the In-Between was its own separate force). However, following the iconoclasm that effectively forced Chaos out of the pantheon and created the modern conception of Order, such lines of thought were considered heretical, and then blasphemous.

The iconoclasm did have an unintended consequence, however. Crying motifs appeared in some art of Primordial Order around that time, particularly in the areas that resisted the iconoclasts more intensely. Some scholars believe that it may have been a direct reaction to the event: Order mourning the loss of its counterpart. Others have argued, however, that the lack of such motifs (or equivalents) in depictions of the In-Between prove this wrong. After all, why would it not also be grieving?

#irredeemed project #<- the working tag for this for now #i've been working on this project off & on for a couple years now #and the primordial triad has had a chokehold on me the entire time #i dont have names for any gods but the in-between (i think i'm gonna keep erasmus)#because i'd gotten stuck and wanted a clean slate. if i name a deity i feel like it has to have a solid form of some sort #and not all of them will #i'm not doing these in any sort of order. i have two other pages done #one of them is for a goddess that i've also been turning around in my head this entire time #i dont have many of the actual historical events fleshed out or any plot points for the 'present day' of the world #so stuff is going to be vague for a moment #i fucking. love the idea of writing/drawing about the world from the perspective of the people who are in it #so historical eras/distinct art movements across time & cultures/theological debates that people disagree on #and how that last thing works when the gods are undeniably & obviously real in some way #im sure the 'right' answers came through in this but that's okay b/c it's just to get my thoughts out of my head lol #worldbuilding #my art #character art #brainstorming #fantasy worldbuilding #my post #worldbuilding project #fantasy pantheons #the mortifying ideal of being known (talking about a creative project online)#hopefully this makes sense and isn't too silly lol

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