#i distinctly remember that being a thing i wished to see more of.
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geniunely not trying to put words in ur mouth im geniunely asking: what do you actually like about persona 5? from all ur rants im just wondering why you didnt drop the game bc it seems (again, im not trying to put words in ur mouth) that it simply not for you? i geniunely have not felt any of the issues you bring up outside of the writing ones and i cannot tell if i'm just easily pleased and not good at discerning what a good game is or we simply have dif things we enjoy in a video game. i hate getting tone across text but im asking out of geniune curiosity im not trying to attack your opinion (;-;)
Nah, i dont feel like ur attacking me, and I hope u dont feel the same when u see my complaints! Lmao. In my defense, I am replaying the game for the first time after completing my first file back in 2020, so alot of the faults i kinda shrugged off in my first playthrough are now glaringly in my face now that I no longer have the confusion and interest in learning the main story to keep me occupied. The game is clunky all the way through, and at some times, even frustratingly so.
But despite that, i do like this game. Alot! Its probably one of my top games ever if im being honest!
This ended up way longer than I intended, so im putting it under a readmore to keep the post short on dashboards
If i had to describe what I liked about the game in the simplest way imaginable…I think I would say, I like how the game makes me feel :) I like the music. I like the vibe. I like the immersion from city to city, and I like the premise! I like the characters and I like the connections you make with these characters! As im replaying this game, i am most excited to see Akira and his comments about the world :) i like hearing everyones voices, I like their little interactions in Mementos, and I like seeing them fight!
P5 is the first game I played in the series; its the game that introduced me to SMT in the first place! And it (smt) is a series that my longtime best friend LOVES and never thought hed be able to share with me! It is a game i keep very near to my heart; it has influenced me in ways i did not think would happen in the short couple of years since i first finished it. It genuinely keeps me awake some nights thinking about the world this game has created, and I think that is a testament to the impact its had, be it good or bad.
The joke about wishing theyd make a persona game that was Good is that despite all of its numerous flaws, the games manage to snatch your attention and pull you in anyway. Imagine if they made a game that had all of those things that i mentioned I loved, but done Right and executed Properly?? Where I got to have a story that made sense and didnt need to be spoonfed to me (in like an HOUR of dialogue and scenes; an HOUR!), and characters that talked and bonded beyond the tiny snippets of interaction theyre allowed to have in mementos? Combat that let me use PERSONAS i liked instead of BUILDS that stop me from getting instakilled throughout the entirety of the endgame, and a Persona building mechanic that didnt feel like I was shooting in the dark looking for possible fusions that end up not even being useful in the endgame.
Ive mentioned it before, but I complain so much bc I have seen what a good p5 game looks like, and its Strikers almost to a T. Combat is still your typical warriors-esque style combat, but it is at least different from the turn based strategy of the main game. Characters talk to each other freely, they hang out and comfort each other in a way that feels more connected that the base game. Strikers implements the ability to see ALL possible fusions with ALL registered personas, not just the ones in your Stock, so you can fuse easily without having yo consult a guide. The story feels like it makes SENSE with antagonists that feel morally grey and sympathetic. Genuinely, alot of the complaints for p5 I had were almost immediately rectified in this game.
But please also know that the praises I sing for this game is only bc of the groundwork laid by p5 and the world it created. Thats what I like about this game, that it had such a captivating premise and cast of characters, that a DIFFERENT company was able to hit the ground running with them. P5 had alot happening in that game, but i think what it had most was potential. The effort put into this game is astronomical, and the possible connections you can outright MISS if u arent paying attention was worth the money and time to implement; even if it meant that it could be considered a waste of resources to higher ups.
Books and games and part time jobs???!! Silly little cutscenes that add nothing to the game PLOTwise, but define and flesh out the personality of your protagonist. There was alot of love put into this game, and its evident by the fact that we have NOT seen a new persona game released; they bank on existing titles bc they are unwilling to make a game like this from scratch again. They dont want to ‘waste’ resources on good voice acting and a complex, overarching story; they dont want to waste money on scenes a player may never see, on routes a player may never get to experience. Making a game that gives u even the slightest bit of freedom means more money in programming and detailing that freedom. This has been an issue for a WHILE, and its a miracle that the gaming landscape had space for a colossal title like p5!
I complain bc I want better, and I do not think that is inherently at odds with my love of this game. In b4 im told to get good; ive played on hard and tested out merciless (its NOT fun, im making godbuilds again and its boring 😞). Its not the most accessible turnbased rpg; theres no colorblind modes, and the affinity system is convoluted and overwhelming. Combo moves are hard to keep track of and it can be incredibly frustrating to see your turns being skipped or seeing characters take extreme technical damage without understanding WHY it happened. The fact that they KNEW the game was desperate for qol improvements by the time royal came out, and instead of updating the base game to have those improvements too, they just pushed the royal edition out for people to play instead. It sucks! Customers and fans deserve better than being forced to shell out money for a game they already played !
As the gaming climate gets more and more hostile and unbearable, I think it is good to look at your games critically, and understand why products come out subpar. Persona 5 is a fun game that has a nice cast and an interesting premise, but it is ultimately tied down by its refusal to build on existing building blocks regarding its combat, and it insists on having insulting and downright out of character dialogue and scenes to appease the audience its designed to be targeted to. It is easy to forget sometimes that queer ppl are infact NOT the prime target of these games, its cishet gamer bros from aged 16 to 40 who will laugh at homophobic comments, who drool over a 16 yr old girl with a 16 yr old mindset and a grown womans body, who need to be placated with constant sexual comments to deal with a convoluted story that will inevitably make zero sense until its laid out for you before the literal end of the game.
Its bad. Its good. Its so shallow and its unbelievable that they thought having the plot twist make ZERO sense until they showed CUTSCENES of YOUR character discussing Goro and his connections to the metaverse for endgame SHOCK VALUE was more important than just having your team be smart and piece it together over time. Its shit. Its literally amazing. It let you FUCK your teacher ??????????????what the FUCK. They also let me shoot a god in the face w the best looking ult persona in the world so i can ignore that shit. And ultimately that is how i got through the game. Lol.
#chattin#answered#i have mentioned it before but i did NOT romance anyone#u know why? bc i literally didnt know it existed#i maxed out ann and the game was like ‘hey. this next decision is important’#and i was like. huh. u know what. i have not looked up a guide until now. thats scary. i dont want to lose a confidant…#and learned that.#so uh. i really DID go through the game bot realizing i could date anyone. even the adults.#anyway. this was alot. and i tried to keep out alot of my other complaints#bc i have so many. but they are like. either nitpicky things or things that are issues in lots of games too#like the models suck in this game but i can look past that. graphics are always bottom on the list of complaints#and i do like the little animations!! i like akiras little tics#and i like seeing personas do their casting animations; shiki ouji and nekomata are my faves#i distinctly remember that being a thing i wished to see more of.#bc i liked thinking of what joker would look like fighting for Real#and then i remembered him being in smash so i was like COOL. ill look at those#and then i got STRIKERS and it was exactly what I wanted#i think#the game is like.#its bad. but in ways that i wouldnt call another game bad#like back 4 blood is BAD bad. its awful. the gameplay is bad. the story was shit. and the servers shut down within a year or two of launch#risk of rain 2 is bad in the way that it continuously obscures and withholds information to the player. its tedious and frustrating#but unlike b4b i LIKE ror2 and will continue to enjoy it.#bc the gameplay loop FEELS satisfying#and ultimately thats how i feel about p5#for all of its faults; its fun. it has a gameplay loop that is consistent and fun when u get the hang of it#im playing on hard again since merciless is just me making the right instakill builds while i pick up my team over and over again#and theres still a challenge in having the endgame weapons and armor#its satisfying! and i think its satisfying bc I was given the luck of having this be my introduction into the series#maybe i would have a better opinion on the game if i came from p4. or maybe not! who knows !
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about this: HAPPY BIRTHDAY MARC SPECTOR (aka the love of my life). gn!reader. contents: a birthday fic, illusions to abuse/mental health issues, canon typical mentions of DID, internal angst, fluff, kissing. wc: 738. not beta’d.
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Marc wakes to the smell of something distinctly sweet, though he isn’t sure what it is. He is hit with that deep sadness that has rooted itself inside of him since he was just a little boy. Another year has passed— he’s made another trip around the sun. Another year to remember and forget, to fight his demons, to look in the mirror and be nothing but a grim reminder of his broken family.
But, then he hears a familiar tune, a whistle floating through the air that makes him feel light. Your whistle. A new reminder that he has a new family. That in some ways he created a new family within himself, one that you readily accept.
He turns to bury himself in your pillow, smothering the goofy grin on his face. He’s still growing used to this feeling, of being happily and safely in love.
There is the patter of your feet, the chatter of dishes, the sound of a tea kettle. When he finally sits up, there’s a card with his name scrawled across it on his bedside table, along with a small heart-shaped box of chocolates.
He laughs as he reads the card, though your sentiment is sweet and means a lot to him, given his tumultuous childhood with little joy.
For the man who has a sweet tooth that rivals a 7-year-old. You deserve every confection on this earth— none are sweeter than you. All my love.
Marc tucks the card into his drawer, along with a few other things you’ve gotten him, a watch from his father, and his old wedding band. Things with meaning. He picks up the box of chocolates and heads out to the kitchen where he knows he’ll be met with the happiest sight on earth— you.
“Mornin’,” He calls out to you, his voice still rough from sleep.
You whirl around, fixing him with a smile so wide and genuine it makes his cheeks warm. “Good morning, lovey. Sit sit, it’s almost done,” You gesture to the kitchen table.
Marc sits as instructed, watching patiently as you start to get everything ready. You set down in front of him: coffee that he knows will be perfectly made, two different stacks of what both seem to be funfetti pancakes, extra sprinkles, whipped cream, and syrup.
“Did you know that most funfetti pancake recipes don’t call for any actual funfetti cake batter? Seems fraudulent don’t you think?” You ask as you fix a plate for yourself and sit beside him.
He hums in agreement. “Hence the two different kinds?”
“Well I wanted to see which you liked better, a traditional recipe or mine,” You reason, stabbing a candle into both of his stacks so that you can light them. Leaning close you, brush your lips against his cheek as the flames flicker.
At this moment, Marc feels like the only people that exist are you and him. He’s overwhelmed with happiness and tenderness before you even speak another word. Marc wants to be alive. He wants to live with you, year after year. He wants to know who could be with you by his side.
As if you’ve read his mind, you whisper to him, “Happy birthday, Marc Spector. I hope for you, more love, more growth, more happiness, and contentment.”
Marc inhales shakily, his eyes growing wet with tears. He nods, reaching out to grasp your hand and squeeze, hoping that the gratitude he’s feeling is clear. You raise his hand, kissing it gently before gesturing towards the candles.
“Make a wish, Marc.”
He could. He lets his eyes flit around the space, his mind flitting through ideas as he takes in his surroundings. A loving light in your eyes. The sweet scent of funfetti pancakes. Coffee the color of dark caramel. The perfect box of chocolates. This place that you both call home. Marc realizes he loves things just the way they are right now. He closes his eyes and wishes that every day will hold even a fraction of the warmth it does right now.
He guides a hand to your chin, pulling you close by it so he can press a grateful kiss to your mouth. “Thank you, sweetheart, all of this is great. More than I could’ve asked for.”
“Get used to it, Spector,” You laugh, mouth brushing his.
“I’m working on it, but for right now, I think it’s time for me to try some pancakes.”
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Imagine- Sugar Daddy Sir Crocodile (SFW + NSFW) (Modern AU)
Warnings: 18+ NO MINORS I don’t care that some of these are SFW. More detailed warnings right before the NSFW
Note: look at me and tell me this man isn’t prime sugar daddy. Also if you want more of this let me know cause. Boy there is so much I could write.
When he first approached you about the position you were caught off guard. You were a very low ranking member of Baroque Works and never saw much of Sir Crocodile so when you got called into his office you were sure your were getting fired. But, in a way, you were getting a raise.
He doesn’t pressure you into becoming his sugar baby, hell you don’t really give him the chance. A powerful, attractive, rich guy like him? Why would you even think about saying no?
Immediately you stop doing whatever job you already had and get a huge wad of cash. He tells you to buy yourself some nice things to wear since the two of you will be going out to dinner together frequently, and you should look right at home in all the fancy restaurants he will take you to.
So you do. You have the shopping trip of your life, finally able to spend money without having the crippling worry of not being able to pay for your groceries next week. You’re giddy by the time dinner rolls around and it’s time for your first date with Sir Crocodile.
He picks you up and appreciates the outfit you picked out for the night, his eyes wandering over you, putting you slightly off kilter. Being judged (even in a good way) by a man so large and influential was nerve wracking. But, ever the gentleman, he held out his hand and guided you into the car.
He takes you someplace you’ve never heard of before but when you see the menu has no prices listed you know you’re someplace special. He encourages you to order whatever you like and you eat some of the best food you’ve ever tasted.
Admittedly at first getting conversation started is hard. You’ve never had many interactions with him and there was one burning question that you couldn’t get out of your mind.
“Can I ask, why me?”
He doesn’t answer right away, taking a long draw from his cigar. “You’re smart, attractive, and I could see that you might have had some interest in me too. Not much to it.”
You flush a bit when he points out that you had an attraction to him- the few times you did see him at work you did have to admit you were enraptured by his stature and the way he commanded the room. At least you’re not getting killed for it.
After that the conversation flows a bit better as he gets to know some of your hobbies and you are able to learn about his love for him bananawamis. It’s adorable how much he loves those things.
He, of course, picks up the check and drives you home. He holds your hand the entire drive home and you have to admit, you love it. Once you get to your place he gets out and opens your car door for you.
“I know we didn’t discuss if there would be anything more to this than going out to events with me, so if you don’t wish to extend our arrangement that’s fine but-“ He steps into your space, towering over you. “I would love to kiss you.”
Arrangement or not you can’t help but nod and let him pull you into a kiss that leaves you breathless. He tastes like harsh sunlight and cigars but you don’t mind it at all it’s so distinctly him. He steps away and grins and lets you go for the night.
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Warnings: phone sex, possessiveness, limited description of genitals to fit all readers
But you can’t help but think about him all night. Remembering how the kiss felt and how much you wanted just a bit more from him you got brave and texted him about what would need to be done to “extending your arrangement” even further.
Your phone almost immediately rings and you wonder if it’s a good or a bad sign as you pick up.
His voice is gruff over the phone, you think you also might have caught him in bed. “Now why are you thinking about our arrangement so late at night love?”
You’re not sure what affects you more, the accusation or the term of endearment but either way you feel the heat rising on your neck. You take too long to respond and after some shuffling on his end he speaks up again.
“I have a busy morning so if you don’t speak up…” He trails off and you know you have to answer.
“I was hoping, next time maybe, we could kiss again and…”
“And?” His voice is sharp, demanding.
“More than kissing.” You finish.
“So you’re up late at night thinking about me fucking you?” His straight forward rhetorical question hits you deep and you would be more embarrassed if his words didn’t turn you on so much.
“Yes.” You breathe into the phone. You hear more shuffling on his end and his voice is much lower when it returns.
“You all worked up thinking about me?”
At first you nod, but then realizing he can’t see you you manage to vocalize another “Yes.”
“Good. I want to hear you touch yourself.” From the way his breath sounds over the phone you think he’s touching himself too and that sends electricity through your veins. You snake your hands down your pants and moan as you touch yourself.
“That’s it love.” He rewards you when he hears your vocalizations. “Need to hear everything since I can’t see you. Do that for me.”
Being commanded like that makes you work faster, and you gasp as you tell him exactly what you’re doing. Your peak is coming up faster than it normally does when you masturbate and you tell him that too.
“Me too. Imagine how fast I’ll ruin you when I see you next. You’re mine now, got it? You won’t be able to think of anyone else now that I’ve got my hands on you.” His words are gruff and breathy and you can hear him working himself faster, just like you are.
“I’m close.” You whine to him.
“That’s right, cum for me, make yourself a mess for me.” At his words you come undone, yelling his name as pleasure rides over you in waves. As you come down from your high you hear loud grunts on his end and then heavy breaths, signaling he had cum as well.
There’s a few moments of silence as you both just breathe into the phone, enjoying just the slice of each other presence you have. Crocodile is the one to speak up first.
“Make sure you get yourself cleaned up before you fall asleep. I’ll see you in the office tomorrow, love.” The term of affection has you grinning from ear to ear.
“And also,” He adds. “Don’t bother wearing underwear.”
Yeah, you’re going to love being Sir Crocodile’s sugar baby.
#one piece x reader#one piece x you#sir crocodile x reader#crocodile x reader#sir crocodile x you#crocodile x you#discordantimagines
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Re: your tags about Seven being made into a mother to the Borg children. It's always been bothering me so much! An older sister is what I've been thinking of her as instead. Even with Icheb who was a late teenager/almost adult and Seven was 26ish?
It's always bothered me a lot too! I distinctly remember being very indignant about how Voyager framed the Borg children in relation to Seven even the first time I watched the show. I take exception in particular to the very obvious expectation from the rest of the crew that Seven would become their primary caretaker instead of, you know, a shared responsibility of the whole ship. Of course the crew is only a family until we can shove a woman in the role of “nurturing mother”, then all responsibilities are automatically fulfilled—then again it's what families actually do to women in real life so I guess that tracks.
And the Borg kids are not even the first offenders! There's One in “Drone” for whom Seven is also asked to do the same thing, and sometimes the show does this with Naomi too, when the writers forgot that Naomi had an actual mother already. Thankfully I think Naomi and Seven mostly escape this paradigm, but it's telling that it happens over and over, that Voyager is so insistent in making Seven a caretaker this way and especially that she would not need any support while she learns to be one, framing it as an “motherly instinct” that she just needs to awaken. It's infuriating.
This is all the more ridiculous, like you say, between Seven and Icheb because she's not that much older than him and he's already a teenager on Voyager, so imagine how great it was for me to hear their rapport once again shoved into a mother/son mold on Star Trek: Picard. I was actually talking about this with @directedbygatesmcfadden earlier, I cannot help but see this trend as a complete failure of imagination when it comes to writing women. Can women not be mentors? Does caretaking have to mean motherhood when a woman does it? The fact that Voyager and Picard don't seem to be able to even ask those question for a character like Seven of Nine is... I don't even know what to say. It's bleak, man. Honestly, I wish the fandom resisted the idea of Seven as a “mother” more often.
#askbox#seven of nine#at least the shows are pretty consistent in showing how bad seven is in that role
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someone requested something like this (accidentally deleted it….) but i distinctly remember it being demon!gyuvin …. and something else that i can’t remember 😭
demon!gyuvin but you summoned him instead of the incubus that you tried to summon using a chanting spell from the sex shop nearby.
you properly readied everything you needed to summon the incubus that you wanted to appear in the comfort of your bedroom that you turned into a spell chamber — the room’s lights were turned off, only illuminated by golden candles that you set up in the room.
you sat crisscross on the floor with the spell placed in front of you along with the items that the spell came along with. these items were said to be useful in summoning the incubi, said the merchant.
you had your eyes fixed on the scroll with the spell as you read it out loud, mind incredibly sure of what you were doing. following the rules, you chanted it 6 times, then you burned this bundle of weeds, letting the smoke cover the room before you chanted once more.
“i wish.. i wish all of my lustful thoughts would be solved by thy incubi. i wish that these thoughts of mine would no longer torment me after meeting with the incubi. i wish.. i wish my lust will subside after seeing the incubi. i wish the incubi would fuck me and drain the lust out of me.” you chanted, following the cardinal rule of chant whatever wish you have for the incubi to grant.
diligently following the rules, you were disappointed when an incubi didn’t appear in your room like you wanted them to.
sighing as you stood up, you turned your lights on only to hear a hiss behind you. you quickly turned around, eyes searching for whoever released that loud hiss.
“h-hello? is anybody here?” you called out, looking at every corner in the room only to see nothing. you were still alone.
brushing it off, you went off to clean everything up, starting with the spell scroll that didn’t work at all, the bits of weeds and it’s ashes that were left on the floor, and the candles that suddenly all turned off as if they were blown by the wind.
you jumped, freezing in your spot when you could see a tall shadow on the wall, moving from the door frame and towards the mirror that you had your back against.
“think you’ve got the wrong spell here, pretty thing.” a voice says from behind you, making you shriek as you turned around to face it, only to see a tall small faced man in the mirror.
“who the fuck are you? i know that sex shop thing is a fraud now so stop fucking with me, who are you?” you said in a shaky voice, watching as the person stepped aside, revealing your reflection in the mirror when all of a sudden, he stepped out from behind the mirror.
the man was a foot taller than you, towering over you quite easily as he came close to you.
“i might not be the incubi you wished for but i could grant those wishes and do so much better than him.” he smiles, tucking in a strand of hair behind your ear as you cowered in front of him.
“please.. please take me.” you say desperately, making the man smirk before he raised his hand up, snapping his fingers before he made the candles light up and the light shutting off.
“your wish is my demand, pretty girl.” he says before ravishing you, indeed doing so much better than you thought would’ve happened with the incubi you tried to summon.
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𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐘𝐨𝐮
Tags: midoriya izuku x gn!reader,angst, breakup, swearing, ft bakugou,
It's been 4 months since your break up with Izuku, and you wish you could get over him. Lucky, you realised, if you could just erase everything from your head.
One word: Lucky.
Pretty pink ribbons and a flash of green. Rosy cheeks and laughter so sweet it chokes you.
Oh.
Your eyes lift to see Uravity greeting Deku with a smile that is brimming with such love that it makes you want to throw up. They're at it again.
The gifts and the bentos are bad enough, but the phone calls, the text messages, the team-ups.
It's everywhere like a plague with medicine; a virus with no vaccine-it's suffocating.
"Oh, Izuku," Uravity's soft voice breaks in, so innocent and perfectly surprised when Izuku brings out a bouquet of roses.
Third time this week but, hey, who's counting?
"These are lovely," She giggles, taking them and inhaling deeply. I'm not going to have enough vases for all the ones you're giving me."
"Then we should hit that florist Friday morning to get some more," Izuku replies easily, green eyes lighting up. "Your morning is free, right?"
"Sometimes I think you know my schedule better than me." Uravity teases. And oh, how vanilla it is to see the Number One flustered by his picture-perfect girlfriend.
You distinctly remember taking interview lessons when in U.A to evade paparazzi advances, but there's no training that can save Deku from being at the mercy of Uravity's words.
He bends his back over for everything with a pulse, but he bends furthest back for his girlfriend because that's who Deku is.
Lucky.
"Shortie?"
Vermillion red meets your blank stare, so you stare back. "Bakugou."
His searching eyes trace your gaze, and he pieces things together like it's elementary.
"It's been 4 months."
Since the breakup.
"You're still not over him-"
"I am."
Bakugou lets out a snort. "Yeah, real over him."
And in a flash, your fingers are grasping his collar and you're dragging his face closer to yours.
"I'm. Over. Him." You hiss.
You give him your most vacant stare, your steeliest tone. "I don't love him. I hate his face, his eyes, and his shitty, sunshine personality. His smile is the most hideous thing that I wish I could scrub from my memory and I hope I can blast my eardrums before I can hear his laughter for the nth time this week. Now for God's sake Katsuki Bakugou. Fuck off."
You hope that as you convince him, you'd gaslight yourself.
Bakugou's gaze is unwavering. No softening, no sympathy because hello, this is Katsuki Bakugou. Instead, he stares back unwaveringly, not backing down from your gaze. "Izuku misses you. He wants you back, as a friend."
Your grasp loosens on Bakugou's hero costume, and he adjusts it as he stands back at full height. "Get-together with Class A at the usual bar. Denki shot you a text, said you never replied."
You flop down on the seat of your tiny office, stationed right opposite Deku's.
You were one of the best heroes in the agency, and Deku recognised it. Fuck him, honestly.
"I'm not going." You reply.
"I'm going."
"I don't care."
"I'm knocking some fuckin' sense into you, alright, so dial back the sass." Bakugou growls. "My idiot friends care about you, so suck it up and let them care about you. It's been 4 damn months, so get a grip and move on. Stop trying to cut everything out of your life just because the nerd is there."
A twig snaps. A volcano erupts. Something happens, because your hands are numb and your laugh is bitter.
"They're your friends, Bakugou. I was just the plus-one, the lucky girlfriend, second to Deku. I'm not part of your little clique. I'm not part of your class. I was never meant to be there."
Your eyes cut through his gaze like knives, and if Katsuki looks hard enough, maybe he can see the harsh words are just a mask for your sorrow. A facade to block out the hurt and the isolation for not being the right person.
For being just another lesson, an ex, an outsider to their story.
Maybe, if he looks hard enough, he could see the pain building behind your eyes. "I'm not playing second fiddle to a guy who told me I wasn't enough. He wants to be friends? For such a thoughtful guy, he sure is dense."
Poisoned water in a desert, a peace offering of a patronising smile and victories shoved in front of your face. Haven't you suffered enough?
"Goodbye, Bakugou." You grit out, eyes ablaze. "And don't ever tell me how to run my life again."
The door slams shut, and Bakugou runs a hand through his hair. That breakup really did change you.
Because a little under 5 months ago, he still remembers the way your eyes lit up at Deku's name. The way your eyes would sparkle when you were asked about him, and you would say, honey-sweet.
"I love him. I love his face, his eyes, and his wonderful sunshine personality. His smile is the most beautiful thing in the world that I wish I could tattoo it in my memory and I hope I can keep making him happy so I can hear his laughter for the nth time this week. He's great, seriously. I'm the luckiest person in the world."
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I was feeling toxic today. And hangry.
#mha#mha fanfiction#my hero academia#deku x reader#deku#mha deku#midoriya angst#bnha midoriya#midoriya izuku#izuku x reader#izuku midoriya#mha angst#angst#bakugo katuski#katsuki bakugou
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The sudden earthquake is… not entirely unexpected, in retrospect, although it’s certainly overkill. Suguru knows that Satoru has a flair for the dramatic, and Shiki is always eager to join her brother’s chaotic schemes. Without a voice of reason around to run herd on them, those tendencies of theirs are probably even worse in this world.
… In this world where Geto Suguru is dead, killed as a curse user intent on committing mass slaughter. He still has trouble imagining what his alternate self was thinking, honestly. Sorcerers are only a minuscule portion of the entire population; what did he think would actually happen if he’d somehow managed to succeed in basically wiping out humanity?
Utterly inconceivable.
“That was Gojo-sensei, right?” Itadori’s voice sounds from behind one of the makeshift barricades. The Itadori in this world is a little more jaded and solemn than the cheerful first year student that Suguru remembers, which is… saddening. But then, considering the boy’s experiences –Yoshino dying, Satoru and Shiki being sealed, Nanami dying, Kugisaki in a coma, Sukuna using his body to kill and kill and kill in Shibuya… and, more recently, Sukuna switching to Fushiguro as his new host…
It’s a miracle that the boy hasn’t broken beneath the pressures and horrors of everything that’s happened since he became a sorcerer. He’s a strong, resilient boy, although Suguru dearly wishes that he hadn’t been tested in this way.
“Seems about right for Gojo,” Tsukumo responds. The tall woman stands up, brushing off dust from her hands. There’s a large scar down her midsection, courtesy of the fight against ‘Kenjaku,’ but between three Special Grades, they’d been able to win decisively, even though the slippery man had managed to escape at the end. “Can’t imagine it being anyone else.”
Boy had it been weird, fighting ‘himself.’ The memory of the fight is enough to make Suguru cringe. He knows that it’s not actually ‘him,’ but seeing his body being saying those sorts of things and making those expressions…
If Suguru’s Satoru or Shiki had been here to see it, they’d never let him live it down, gods.
“Thank you for unsealing Gojo-sensei,” Okkotsu nods towards the angel-winged girl drifting down from the sky. Kurusu smiles, making an ‘okay’ sign with her fingers. “… Where is he, though? And that earthquake just now, too… is he–”
Suguru’s head snaps up; Tsukumo looks up, too, half a beat behind him.
“He’s here.”
Satoru’s teleportation is a thing to behold. One instant, there’s nothing in the air above them, then in the blink of an eye, he’s standing there. Prison Realm clearly hasn’t been kind to him and Shiki. Satoru is definitely looking a little ragged, and his clothes are significantly tattered. But despite that, he looks down upon them with glowing eyes, calm and confident–
A single blink. His composure wavers, and breaks.
Then, he’s standing right in front of Suguru. The suddenness of the motion causes the dimension-hopper to startle, taking half a step backwards–
“… Suguru?” Satoru –and there’s no doubt that this is all Satoru, even if he’s not Suguru’s Satoru– frowns. His Six Eyes gleam, sharp and analyzing. “No. You are, but you’re still not…”
“Bit of a long story,” Tsukumo cuts in. “In short, this is Geto Suguru from another world parallel to ours, where he decided to go the path of teaching like you did instead of bloody revolution.”
“Can you please not put it that way?” Suguru rubs a hand against his forehead, distinctly pained.
“What? I think that summary explains things pretty well. Right, Gojo?”
Satoru hums, straightening up with a thoughtful sound. “Huh… from another world, you say?”
“Sensei!”
“Sensei!”
The students finally catch up to them, swarming around Gojo-sensei like excited puppies. It warms something inside Suguru’s chest to see them like this –the students of this world are (understandably) wary of him, given his alternate self’s actions, but it’s clear that they care for and trust their Gojo-sensei.
He’s not surprised, when Satoru pulls him aside for a private chat, eventually. If the relationship that he and his sister had had with their Suguru was anything like what he had with them back in his world…
No, Suguru definitely isn’t surprised.
It’s also a good chance for him to ask his own questions, because this confusion has been gnawing at him for a long time. “How did Kenjaku get the drop on you, with Shiki watching your back?”
The familiar-unfamiliar man tilts his head. His lips move, forming a single question that makes Suguru’s blood run cold.
“Who’s Shiki?”
#Writing#zenith of stars au#twin cannons au#in this verse it was suguru + tsukumo + choso v. kenjaku#they won#but kenjaku escaped#gojo unboxing scene sorta
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Hi there! ^^ Can I request Zhongli/Kaeya/Dainsleif (separately) x artist reader headcanons? I’m not sure if it was once requested, if so just ignore it
Also if it’s too much characters just pick two
Zhongli is appreciative of basically anything. He loves to learn, and also loves to give his knowledge to people. One thing he hasn't done for a while is draw or paint. He's just never really had the time to explore the field, but he does love watching people paint or trying to figure out what the image is trying to convey.
He happened to come into your studio one day, planning to drop something off for you. You'd never really invited him in as you never found a reason to and he never pried into this part of your life. He felt that you'd let him in when you were ready.
When he knocks on the door you quickly run over to let him in, smiling brightly despite the paint that stained your face. He comes inside, trailing after you as he drops off the supplies he noticed you forgot in the morning. You thank him with a kiss on the cheek and get yourself set up again with the supplies you were missing.
He finds a seat you leave for models when you require one, curiously glancing around at your works. When you ask him what he's looking at he starts to point at specific ones and ask you questions about your process and inspiration. You find yourself talking incredibly animatedly about your process, not even noticing the enamoured look in his eyes as you talk at him. He's making mental notes to see if it'll help him plan out future gifts to buy you.
Dainsleif travels a lot, so he definitely sees very many scenic landscapes. With the creation of Kameras he was able to record them and bring them back to you to see, something you really appreciated. You don't think you'll ever be able to see the sights he does, so being given the photos whenever he returns is something you always look forward to.
He's known that you create for a living, almost wishing that he could settle down and do something so human. Spending his days creating might be something he could find himself enjoying, but he's got a responsibility to maintain.
One day, you take out a sketchbook that looks a little bigger than he would expect it to. It was almost the size of you and before he can ask you what's in it you start flipping through the pages, showing him some of drawings you did of the photos he gave you. Each of them has something he distinctly doesn't remember photographing, focusing more on them as each drawing continues to host them.
Finally, he realises that it's the two of you. Every iteration he's holding you, and the two of you are just enjoying each other's company. He gets a slight pang in his chest at the thought that you miss him so much you resort to drawing him, but he also can't help admiring the way you draw him. The way you see him is so sweet, Dainsleif melting a little.
He loves your works a lot, and asked if he could have some smaller prints to carry around. They help remind him that there's someone waiting for him to come home, folding the sheets of canvas carefully to avoid their ruin during fights or perilous conditions.
Kaeya is a little annoying but in the most endearing way. He loves seeing you draw, or looking at the finished products if you don't like having someone watch your creation process. He does get a little antsy if he can't watch, but he's very good at giving you your space and being ready to wait for the final product.
He's your biggest fan, proudly displaying your drawings around his office. Whenever people ask him who made them he always directs them to you, recommending that if they've ever wanted to get some artwork done you're genuinely one of the best people to consult.
Your confidence is really bolstered thanks to his constant praise and support, feeling better to experiment or create things you normally wouldn't. It leads to your portfolio diversifying wildly and you loved it all. Of course you still had your favourite way to paint but that doesn't mean you didn't like the experimentation part of it.
Sometimes, you like to ask Kaeya to model for you. He's great at doing so, totally working his angles and giving you looks that make your heart melt. It can be a little distracting at times but it's all worth it whenever you see the soft look he gets in his eyes when you show him the finished product.
He loves seeing himself through your eyes. You always draw him in such an ethereal manner, almost unrecognisable to him at times but he knows that it's him because whenever you draw him your pieces always take on a different quality. He can feel the love you have for him, and he won't admit it but he keeps every single rough draft you give him of him. They all remind him that you love him, and when he's having a really bad day just a glance at them can make it all better.
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the ceo's son ✧.* [ pt. 4 ]
⊹ pairing: choi soobin x f! reader
⊹ genre: strangers to friends to potential lovers (?)
⊹ warnings: mild swearing, and maybe some angst
⊹ wc: 4.2k
summary: you've been an intern at c company for roughly over four months now - directly under the ceo as his assistant. everything was going perfectly: you were saving up money to attend uni next year, and you knew that you were under the ceo's good graces to receive a great recommendation when the time came! in fact, he took a liking to you so much that he'd often joke that he wanted to set you up with his son.
at least ... you thought it was a joke.
soobin could not remember how he made it back to the dorm.
thinking back, he distinctly remembered being at the bus stop and watching your bus drive away, but then he blinked and was suddenly standing at his doorway.
in his defense, he could not stop thinking about you. the way your eyes shined. the way your smile brightened up a room. the way you laughed even when his jokes weren't remotely funny. your lips ... your lips on his.
on his cheek, anyway.
"where's your girlfriend, soobin~?"
soobin blinked back into reality, shooting his head up to meet eyes with the four smirking idiots that had been waiting around for him. he went from walking on cloud nine to instantaneously pissed off at the sight of them.
without having to think twice, soobin stomped over to the first idiot to blame and began throwing, albeit rather soft, punches at him.
"damn it, beomgyu! i said go to yeonjun's, not bring yeonjun!"
"AAHHHH!! why are you hitting me?!"
"because it's your fault!"
beomgyu knew that this statement was true, seeing as he was the one that invited everyone to hide and eavesdrop on you both shortly after their called ended, but he continued to yell and claim that it wasn't.
the other three watched and laughed, letting soobin attack beomgyu for about two minutes before finally making a move to separate them. they only briefly wished they hadn't after soobin smacked each of them on their heads as a result.
regardless of not being the ones to originally initiate it, they were still at fault for going along with the idea and encouraging him.
"i swear i'm going to kill all of you," soobin huffed, giving beomgyu one last punch.
"yeah, okay, you have fun with that," yeonjun waved him off, rolling his eyes. "now tell us about your girlfriend already, lover boy."
"i can't believe you never told us you had a girlfriend," taehyun stated, shaking his head in disbelief. he always did find it weird that soobin had been conveniently absent during lunch for the past month, but never did he think that a girl would be the reason behind it.
"she's not my girlfriend," soobin scoffed, in a more than obvious attempt to pretend that saying these words didn't secretly stab him in the chest.
of course he wished that you were his, but the last thing he wanted was for these idiots to know that.
soobin tried to use the brief second afterwards to make a break for his bedroom, hoping to avoid anymore interrogation, but beomgyu ensured to stand in his way to prevent him from doing so.
"come oonnn, hyung, you can tell us about her," kai tried to coo at the older boy, tugging at his sleeve in a way that soobin didn't find as cute compared to the way you did it.
soobin sighed, rolling his eyes. "my friend is great, that's all there is to it."
"uh-huh, right, so did you kiss her?" yeonjun asked teasingly, leaning forward on the sofa and wiggling his eyebrows.
soobin almost choked on the air he was breathing, unable to comprehend the question he was just asked. "what? no, i didn't kiss her! we're just friends!" his words were a little too quick and defensive for the others not to notice.
"he's right, they didn't kiss," taehyun then spoke up in soobin's defense, his eyes slightly narrowed as he studied his face.
"see? thank-"
"but he wanted to."
originally, soobin's plan was to deny taehyun's ridiculous assumption and just walk away from his friends. what occurred instead, though, was sputtering and a terrible excuse for casualty - mixed in with soobin's gaze landing absolutely anywhere except on their faces.
"wow, i can't even pretend to believe you if i wanted to," yeonjun laughed, looking at his friend with pity.
"alright, i know what you need," beomgyu stepped up, in a lame attempt to be cool that made the other four cringe, wrapping an arm around his red-faced friend's shoulders. "you need advice, and i know exactly-"
"you?!" yeonjun interrupted, scoffing dramatically loud. "when's the last time you ever successfully flirted with anyone?"
beomgyu opened his mouth to answer, but really just ended up mocking yeonjun in a way-too-deep impersonation voice. there was nothing he hated more than when yeonjun had to be right, so he opted for bullying him as his rebuttal.
"that's what i thought. now let me tell you what you need to do."
what followed up was about an hour of the most terrible, cliché advice from his oldest friend - followed by another hour and a half of added advice from both kai and beomgyu that were just as bad, if not even worse.
taehyun preferred to stay quiet, watching instead of speaking. judging silently with his eyes than with his words.
all of their 'advice' contradicted each other, which lead to time-wasting arguments amongst the three of them.
yeonjun preferred the 'play hard to get' tactic mixed in with purposeful jealousy to make you want him. kai insisted that bringing out the cute, shy charm was surely the best option to win you over. beomgyu thought both ideas were terrible and demanded that acting cool was soobin's best bet, giving an exaggerated 100% guarantee that he just needed to impress you to make you fall for him.
in any case, soobin knew better than to listen to anything they had to say. he knew death trap advice when he heard it, and that was all they were giving him. he was better off confessing to you himself tomorrow than listening to anything they told him for another minute.
except he was desperate.
so just this once, he didn't know better.
・❥・
the next morning, as you walked in with your usual coffees, you were warmly greeted by consistent questions about soobin from your lovely boss.
"i expect he walked you to your door, yes?" mr. choi had failed to ask casually, stealing multiple glances towards you as he sipped his drink and awaited a reply.
at first, you completely forgot that you and soobin had lied to his father about your true whereabouts. had it not been for the fact that his father blatanly asked 'did my son get you home safely?' when you first walked in, you surely would not have been able to get your story together.
"yes, of course. he really is a true gentleman," you smiled back, having to turn your face entirely when you felt your cheeks starting to warm up.
"of course! that's my boy!" mr. choi chuckled heartily, nudging mr. jeong playfully as he did. "didn't i tell you that you'd love him?"
you nodded again, faking a chuckle and avoiding the man's eyes.
if you had to think, much less talk, about soobin for one more second, you were surely going to implode.
ever since you got home last night, you were screaming at yourself for what you did. at one point, you even quite literally screamed into your pillow.
at first, you swore that you were a little excited about it. it made you giddy to think that you got to kiss the boy you were now desperately crushing on. on his cheek, anyway, but still. you even thought it was possibly your best chance of subtly trying to express your feelings towards him without having to outright say the words yourself.
unfortunately, as the time passed without a word from said boy, you began to realize that your stupid kiss was the worst thing you could have done.
despite waiting all night, as well as eagerly checking every minute in the morning, you did not receive any messages from soobin. seeing as he didn't even ask if you made it home safely - which he always asked you - it was your clear-cut sign that you made him uncomfortable.
now, with you having to act like you were completely fine at work in front of his father, the lump in your throat only grew more prominent.
"miss y/n, are you alright?"
you looked up to see mr. jeong was now standing beside you, his eyebrows turned up in genuine concern.
"yes- yes, of course!" you lied, putting on the best smile you could manage.
as expected, mr. jeong did not appear convinced. he brought up a gentle hand to pat your shoulder before gesturing for you to take a seat at his desk. "why don't you take it easy today? mr. choi and i have a meeting in about 10 minutes, so just sit back and rest until we get back, okay?"
you could only nod, afraid that speaking would suddenly cause you to start venting to the fully grown man.
taking the seat he offered, mr. jeong then set up open files on the computer to give off the impression that you were working on a project for him - that way not to risk mr. choi getting after you for not doing anything.
not that the man has ever actually scolded you, but, you know, just in case.
after the two men left for the meeting, leaving you alone in the office, all you could do was stare expectantly at the screen of your phone. with lunch coming up soon, you wondered if you'd eventually hear from him about whether or not you still had plans together.
what if he doesn't want to see you?
what if you made things weird?
screw it.
you couldn't just keep waiting around for him; you had to make the effort to reach out and make sure things were alright for yourself.
you: hey soobin
... no. no, you need to pretend like nothing's wrong.
you: hey binnie! are we still on for lunch today?
you were biting your lip, close to the point of drawing blood. your heart was practically beating out of your chest. the message was simple and straight to the point, but why were you so hesitant on pressing send?
closing your eyes, with your thumb hovering over the send button, you pressed quickly before locking your phone entirely. if you witnessed the blue send bubble for yourself, you were going to drive yourself absolutely crazy ... more so than you already were.
you stood from the desk, determined to distract yourself from waiting around, and began to organize the leftover files that you were working on yesterday.
yes, of course. absorbing yourself into work was your best option to forget about the reply you totally weren't waiting for from the boy you definitely were not going crazy over.
you let out a sigh, bonking your head onto the filing cabinet.
you needed help.
・❥・
"oh God, what do i say?"
"what do you say? what do you mean ' what do i say', you say nothing! you let it sit for 10 minutes and then respond saying you forgot."
soobin looked over at yeonjun with the most bewildered expression. he most definitely did not want to let your message sit for 10 minutes - it was bad enough that yeonjun took his phone overnight to keep him from messaging you at all.
it absolutely killed him not to know if you made it home safely. it absolutely killed him not to tell you good morning the second he woke up. it absolutely killed him that he couldn't say anything to you at all.
"but ...," soobin could only stare desperately at your message, his heart swelling at the way you so casually called him binnie. what he would give to hear it come from your lips again.
"no buts!" yeonjun interrupted him, now pulling the phone out of his lovesick friend's hands. "you have to let her linger. you need to make her want you."
soobin came to realize that, no matter what else happens, his biggest regret will now always be letting his friends help him. if he knew that 'playing hard to get' involved not speaking to you as often as he wanted, then he would have never agreed to listen to yeonjun at all.
"but i'm the one that wants her," soobin argued, attempting to reach for his phone from where yeonjun was trying to keep it out of his reach.
"fine, if you love being in the friendzone so much, then you can go ahead and do it yourself," yeonjun scoffed, tossing the phone back to his friend. "if you don't think i know what i'm doing, then i'd like to hear your ideas on how to win her over."
soobin hesitated. he looked down at his phone to see it had been 5 minutes since he opened your message, and his heart began to pound maniacally.
it's true, he didn't have a single idea on how to win you over. he didn't know what you liked in a guy. he didn't know if you really only saw him as a friend. what if yeonjun had the right idea? what if making himself less available to you ... made you 'want' him as more than just a friend?
sighing in defeat, soobin handed his phone back over to yeonjun, who had been smirking the entire time.
"fine. please help me."
・❥・
soobin: yikes, i forgot and made other plans
soobin: we can meet up after work if i'm not busy
your heart dropped.
not only did he forget ... but he made other plans?
was it just an excuse to avoid you? did you really mess things up so bad that now he didn't even want to see you anymore?
you: okay sure.. just lmk i guess
you weren't so eager to wait for his response now. knowing that you went and made things weird between the two of you, you could only imagine that his next message would be just another excuse to avoid you later.
shutting your phone off completely, you went back to the files you had originally been shuffling around and pretending to organize. seeing as you had nothing to look forward to now, you figured you'd focus back on the task at hand like normal.
by the time mr. choi and mr. jeong arrived back from whatever meeting they were in today, you had pretty much done all the work you needed to do ... for the entire day.
turns out you work a lot faster when you're trying to prevent yourself from spiraling into insanity.
"miss y/n, why don't you take the rest of the day for yourself?" mr. choi suddenly spoke through your thoughts, catching you off-guard.
"what? no, sir, i couldn't possibly-" you began, but the ceo lifted up a calm hand to silence you.
"you've done a terrific job for me. not only today, but ever since you've arrived. the least i can do is reward you with a break today," he insisted, smiling so gently.
your eyes glanced over to mr. jeong behind him, who was smiling just as sweetly. it was more than clear that they had to have spoken with each other while they were away, but it warmed your heart to see that they did very much care for your well-being.
smiling weakly, you bowed completely in genuine appreciation. "thank you both. i truly appreciate it."
"rest well, and promise to come back bright-eyed and ready to work tomorrow, alright?"
you let out a chuckle at mr. choi's words. "of course, sir!"
with that, as you walked out of his office for the day, you felt the heavy weight on your shoulders lighten slightly. of course you were still burdened with the current issue involving soobin, but you were at least grateful that you could distract yourself outside of the office.
turning on your phone, your heart went from pounding nervously to breaking instantly.
still no reply.
if you weren't self-conscious about the security cameras watching your every move, you surely would have broken down then and there.
you let your thoughts run during the time it took you to travel down the elevator, and, by the time you were exiting the building doors, you found yourself feeling empty rather than anything at all.
with an absent mind, and a shattered heart, you ended up taking the bus all the way back to your apartment. there was no way you could even think about doing anything else, so you much preferred to lay in bed and sulk for the rest of the day.
"woah, y/n, you're home early?" your roommate, chaewon, stated in more of a confused question at the sight of you.
she had a free schedule today from uni, so she opted to stay home all day and binge watch netflix dramas.
you only nodded in a response, taking off your shoes in the doorway and beginning to trudge your way to your bedroom.
"hey now, where do you think you're going?" chaewon called out, immediately pausing the drama that was on and rushing to block your path to your bedroom. "what's wrong?"
at first, you wanted to lie and say you were merely exhausted and got sent home early to rest ... but you desperately needed to talk to someone, and you found yourself falling into her arms for a more-than-needed embrace.
"i think i ruined everything," you mumbled in shame.
"everything with what?" chaewon asked softly, now using her tiny hand to soothingly pat your back for comfort.
"with soobin," you whined, pulling away in order to quickly cover your eyes in order to physically stop any tears from falling.
chaewon was the only one of your friends that you told about your feelings for soobin, yet you still felt embarrassed having to admit it out loud to her. it felt especially worse knowing that you screwed everything up only one day after you told her.
"aww, y/nie, i guarantee that you didn't. tell me what happened," your best friend cooed, guiding you carefully to sit on the sofa.
dropping your hands and taking a deep breath, you confessed all of yesterday's events to her. about the botanical park, going to his dorm after work, and even up to you kissing his cheek before you left.
surprisingly, she was still smiling in amusement while you felt worse having to retell it. "wait, i don't get it. why do you think that ruined everything?"
without saying a word, you pulled out your phone and opened your messages with soobin to hand over to her. "because he's barely talking to me now."
you watched chaewon's amused smile drop to a look of confusion before finally contorting into one of disgust as she read over the small exchange from this morning. she glanced up at you, back at the phone, then at you once again. "made other plans? if i'm not busy? what kind of asshole is this guy?!"
"what? no! no, he's not ..." you found yourself still defending him. it was your fault that he had to make excuses to avoid you, you knew better than to label him as anything other than the sweetest boy you ever met.
"y/n, are you kidding? instead of being mature and talking to you, he gave you shit excuses to avoid you! this is a grade A asshole, if you ask me," chaewon insisted, still looking down at the messages between the two of you.
"... he didn't even ask if i got home safe ... or good morning, like he usually does...," you found yourself shamefully admitting aloud, starting to convince yourself that maybe chaewon had somewhat of a point.
"see? exactly!"
"but that doesn't make him an asshole! look at our messages before, he's so sweet to me and i really ... i really like him, chae," you told her, pouting desperately.
she did as you said and read briefly over your previous messages together. she could agree that you both were sickeningly sweet to each other, but that didn't excuse his terrible behavior from how he acted towards you today.
"regardless, y/n. if he didn't feel the same way, or if he did feel uncomfortable, then all he had to do was tell you like an adult," she explained, handing your phone back to you. "for him to avoid you like this makes him a child."
you said nothing, only staring at his read receipts until your phone automatically locked and left you staring at your reflection.
the pit in your stomach only deepened. you had hoped that talking it out with your best friend would make you feel better, you didn't account for the fact that her words may end up making you feel worse.
chaewon sensed this for herself and made sure to pull you in for another hug. as terrible as it made her feel to see you this way, she knew that you needed to hear straight up honesty rather than sugar-coated false hope.
then, she got a brilliant idea.
"you know what?" she spoke up, pulling away to look at you directly with a bright smile on her face. "i know this great guy from class that i know you'll get along with really well. i can talk to him and set you both up for a date tonight?"
"oh ... chae, i don't know," you mumbled, truly unsure.
it didn't feel right to move on so quickly. you just realized your feelings for soobin, but to suddenly turn around and meet with some other guy? it felt ... wrong.
then again, you both were just friends. hell, maybe after last night, not even that. there was nothing connecting the two of you together, so it wouldn't hurt to at least give chaewon's offer a chance.
"okay, sure, why not?"
・❥・
"i'm just supposed to ... wait?"
that evening, soobin was walking past the coffee shop that you two usually meet at together, running over yeonjun's plan one more time before he saw you.
"yes! the element of surprise is important here. when she sees you, she'll realize how much she missed you all day," yeonjun explained on the other end of the phone, smirking proudly to himself for devising such a plan.
soobin contemplated the idea in his head, thinking yeonjun did kind of have a point. as horrible as it felt to not talk to you the entire day, he desperately prayed that this plan would work out the way yeonjun had said it would.
when soobin finally found himself standing in front of his father's company building, he gazed up to see that the lights were still on at the top floor.
"okay, i'm here," he announced to yeonjun, finding a tree to lean against while he waited.
"alright, you got this! you can thank me later!"
with that, the two boys hung up, leaving soobin alone with his thoughts and pounding heart while he waited for you to come out.
as he waited, he began rehearsing how he would greet you in his head. he even went as far as to plan answers to questions he couldn't even be entirely sure that you'd ask.
"yeah, i was just with this girl from my class ... no, what the fuck, that's stupid," soobin grumbled to himself, hitting his own forehead in frustration.
yeonjun suggested that he bring up another girl for the jealousy tactic, but soobin didn't even talk to any girls from his class - unless you counted the professors. besides, he didn't want you to think there was another girl anyway.
all he wanted was you.
eventually, an hour passed, and soobin was beginning to grow antsy.
was his father making you work late?
his gaze traveled back up to the top floor, freezing once he realized that the lights were now shut off. this hindered his plan slightly.
if the lights were off, that implied that you would be walking down with his father, and neither of you wanted his father any more involved than he already was.
looking around in a panic, soobin spotted a thicker tree a short ways away to hide behind, suddenly feeling absolutely pathetic.
what if you didn't even come this way?
peeking from around the tree, he watched the front doors and automatically spotted his father and mr. jeong exiting the building.
... where were you?
leaning further out for a better look, soobin didn't spot you at all. he didn't see you exiting the building shortly after either. if the top floor lights were off, that meant you weren't still left working.
where were you?!
he absolutely hated himself. he didn't get to talk to you all day, and, now, he missed you entirely after work.
in his panic, ignoring yeonjun's voice yelling at him in his head for steering away from the plan, soobin pulled out his phone and immediately dialed your number.
voicemail.
one more time.
voicemail.
okay, one more time again ...
voicemail.
soobin dropped his hand in defeat, his grip on the phone loosening until the device completely fell to the ground.
if you weren't answering, what did that mean? did he make you upset? was following yeonjun's advice a huge mistake?
realizing that staying there was completely pointless now, soobin gathered himself and began to walk back to the bus station. he had never felt worse in his life until now. an entire day gone to waste.
in contrast to yeonjun's plan, it was soobin who deeply missed you.
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i know i'm the one writing this, but i'm literally sitting all of txt down and yelling at them for being so stupid.
also if you hate this, i'm so sorry and can totally just scrap the plot. if you happen to really like this, then ofc i will continue !! anywayyy, let's all blame yeonjun - and pleeaasee let me know what you think !! thank you so so so so much for all of your appreciation, i truly love to read every single thing you guys say !!!! pls pls pls continue to enjoy my little fic <3
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i don’t think you have to apologize at all for not having a symphony update tbh! it’s very gracious of you to do so but i hope people remember that it’s your passion project first and foremost and not anything any of us readers (regardless of how involved or invested you allow us to be) should feel we have any say over, schedule wise. i love your writing and will always wait for it, and know a lot of your other readers will probably say the same!
(as an aside: something i noted when i first started following you in december was how prolific you were… like the fact i could check your blog every day and there was some food?? i was floored. but even your current posting sched impresses me—the fact that you say you’ll have something out one day and on that day IT IS OUT. idk maybe i am used to my old fandoms being more casual or being interrupted by life, as fandoms with adults tend to be like. so you writing and sharing as much as you do is not something i take for granted. thank you as always.)
(i hope this message reads as appreciative / friendly as i intend it to be hhhh… i’m sorry if not…)
thank you for your kind message! i have a rather long one in return, i do apologize, but it is me, so we should probably have all seen it coming! :D
so, i've kind of talked about it here and there, but i have a wrist that is pretty sensitive to overworking. in high school, i would practice music for hours and hours every day without properly stretching or taking breaks, because no one told me i should do so. as a result, i really wrecked the tendons, and my ulnar nerve in particular has a tendency to flare up. it's quite painful when it hurts, and before it starts properly hurting, i experience i kind of buzzing numbness that is distinctly uncomfortable. it's not severe enough for surgical intervention, but it's definitely a limiting factor in what i'm capable, mechanically, of doing in a day.
back around november/december, i was posting a lot more. but that was with me disregarding my wrist and pushing through the pain, such that for the first couple of weeks in january it was nearly impossible for me to write. this was emotionally agonizing, because i love writing so, so much, and i wanted to share everything in my head with all of you! i felt like i was failing on a precedent i had set for myself, and it's very irritating seeing my mountain of projects getting bigger because i can't write quickly enough to put a dent in it and not just because i was coming up with more ideas (which is, to be clear, still suuuuch a problem haahahhaa).
it got to the point where i started confiding in my partner and my friends about my issue, and they all insisted that i start slowing down. and they're right! i was being reckless with my health, knowingly this time, and they're absolutely correct that i need to take breaks. take days where i don't write. days where i rest, and stretch, and let my wrist heal and recover.
i know it sucks as a reader, i really do, especially if you came on board during that time when i was being super active. and i'm not apologizing, per se, since i'm certainly not going to apologize for prioritizing health over hobby. but i do understand the... hm. i'm going to say frustration, but perhaps i mean the disappointment, or the whiplash maybe, from having someone going from posting very very frequently to less so. i'm still what i'd categorize as an active, prolific writer, but it is infuriating to know that, without this injury, i'd be capable of much more. it annoys me to no end, i swear! but i am purposefully stepping back, for my health, and for the worry of my friends and love ones.
all that said! nothing is on hiatus, nothing is being cancelled, none of that. it's just going to take me longer to work through things than any of us would like, hahahaha. so i really do thank you for your sweet and encouraging message, and i appreciate all of you for every thoughtful wish you send, all of your funny comments on my fics, and your support. i'm actually getting to the happy problem that there are so many that it's not quite feasible for me to respond to all of them individually, but i do read and treasure each one. this is the most uplifting, positive fandom i've ever experienced, and it really does make a difference as a writer knowing that people are filled with joy when i share my art and then go and spin that joy back out into the world.
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🐦⬛🐦⬛ The Batman, by Jonathan Crane 🐦⬛🐦⬛
tis the season!! i wanted to do a little something extra for today, and it is his holiday after all so please, enjoy this retelling of The Raven, written by Jonathan Crane about a visit from another flying burden that plagues him
Once in Gotham city, dreary, as I studied, weak and weary,
Over many a strange and villainous study of my subject, fear
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of someone gently rapping, coming dangerously near
“Tis some visitor” I muttered “who has dared to come this near –
Edward likely, Edward’s here.”
Ah distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,
And each separate thought that entered left my reason not so clear.
Eagerly I wished the morrow, vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow, that nobody might appear
For the rare and radiant joy, perhaps, that no one would appear
Leaving me alone to fear.
But the silken, sad, uncertain rustling of each orange curtain
Thrilled me – filled me with fantastic terrors never felt sincere
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating
“God damn Edward, that idiot Nygma, has decided to appear
So late at night, encroaching, he is bound now to appear
How I wish he’d disappear.”
Presently my soul grew stronger, hesitating then no longer,
“Ed” said I “dear Edward, though your habits usually queer
You’ve intruded on my plotting, focused on my latest toxin
Coming to me, late this evening, uninvited, you’re right here
So out of rage, I did ignore you” – I threw open my door here
Darkness there, stoking my fear.
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream sincere
But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token
And the only word there spoken were the whispered words
“Do you fear?”
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the words,
“Fear… fear…”
Merely this, sounding so clear.
Back into my chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.
“Surely” said I “surely that is someone at my window shutter
Let me see, then, what it is, and this mystery made clear –
Let my heart be still a moment, please, this mystery render clear –
It’s just Edward!” said with fear.
Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flap and flutter
In there stepped that cursed Batman, donning in all his foolish gear
Not the least obeisance made he, not a minute stopped or stayed he
But with mien of demon or deity, perched on broken chandelier
Perched, the hinges rusting, on the broken chandelier
Perched with dark, perpetual sneer.
Then this fiendish man beguiling my prior fear to smiling
By the grave and stern decorum of his serious veneer
“Though your presence here is looming, I assure you there’s no glooming
Ghastly Batman, bring no doom in, though you try to domineer
So tell me, what you think you’re doing, trying hard to domineer.”
Quoth the Batman
“No more fear.”
Much I marvelled this ungainly man to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning, little relevancy here
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Ever yet could fight the power of my toxin, they adhere
Bird or beast upon this hallowed earth, cannot help but adhere
Yet for Batman, “No more fear.”
“Batman!” said I “thing of evil! Undecided man or devil!
By that city all around us, by that city filled with peers
Tell me that you really think this, that it is not just your wish this,
That I never will wreak havoc, or my horrors volunteer –
That those fools will not be ravished by the horrors, volunteer.”
Quoth the Batman, “No more fear.”
“Be that phrase our sign of parting, man or fiend!” I shrieked, upstarting
“Get thee back into the skyline of that city of austere!
Leave no Batarangs as token of that lie that you have spoken!
Leave me here, no vial unbroken! Leave me never to reappear!
Take your boot from out my face, and then please never reappear!”
Quoth the Batman, “No more fear.”
And the Batman, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
Perched and crouching, waiting there upon my broken chandelier
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon’s that is dreaming
And the lamp-light o’er him streaming, makes his presence oh so clear
And the truth of my sweet toxin and my failed plans, oh so clear
It is written – no more fear.
(divider by @/animatedglittergraphics-n-more)
#this is such a silly thing but i got excited and wanted to post it just now!! <3#finnie writes#jonathan crane#the scarecrow
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Sagau: A god's closure + world building
World building, possibly, it's here if I need it
Characters: Hu Tao
This came about from a journey to the "border" with Hu Tao. As an immortal being who grew up as a mortal, your own mortality, or lack thereof, began to weigh on you. When you finally reached your destination, you and Hu Tao were surprised to find a massive gate where you distinctly remember there wasn't one, and in front of it stood a hulking being which resembled an Anubis.
"Anubis": Ah, your grace. To what does this watcher of souls owe your visit? Ah, but forgive me, your memory is not fully intact, so I imagine you must have many questions.
Warden: I am a being known as a "Warden" as I am a protector of the kind and good willed souls that pass through here, while making sure the evil spirits remain trapped in their prison. This gate you see is the gate to the after life. You may note that it was not here upon your last visit, both it and I were revealed by your desire and divine power. Now may I ask, what is your desire?
You shake yourself from your shocked state and state the purpose of your journey.
(Y/N): I-I wish to know, can I visit my friends once they're "gone"? I may be immortal, but I was raised as a mortal, so bonds come to me much easier than they do the archons and other immortal beings.
Warden: I see. Well, to answer your question, yes, you may visit the afterlife whenever you like .
You breathe a sigh of relief as the weight that had been on you the entire journey here finally lifted.
Hu Tao: Oooh, hey, big fella, would you mind describing the afterlife a bit? I'm just "dying" to know more about it.
(Y/N): I'm also rather curious.
Warden: Very well. The afterlife has gone by many names, you may choose to call it whichever you like, but it serves as both paradise and prison. You may recall I said I am "a" warden, there many more of my kin beyond this gate. This place was made by you in your past life to be a paradise to all, and that meant making it a prison for others, and I must say your past self understood mortals well, as there are many aspects to this ever expanding plane. First, I should explain that this gate's destination changes depending on your soul. Good and neutral souls enter a serenity inducing room where servants attempt to lift the weight of their past life, and just beside that is a therapy center as some spirits are more tormented than others. Meanwhile, evil souls are brought straight to the prison, where they are kept until further notice.
(Y/N): Sorry to interrupt, but what is a neutral soul?
Warden: Hmm. I suppose you would say they are those who mind their business, or perhaps they are broken souls who could have done more if life had provided better circumstances. In short, while these souls are not "good" by some standards, they hold no malice within then. Thus, they are neutral. Pranksters, such as your guide here, are also labeled under this category, while good at heart, they are still trouble makers disturbing the peace and thus require disciplinary action should their pranks get out of hand.
You nod and smile in acceptance to this answer, feeling relieved for all of the broken people you've heard of. Hu Tao kind of huffed as if she thought he was describing her.
Warden: On the note of broken souls, there is also a rehabilitation wing of the prison per your command. In your words, "Evil is a disease. Those who are born with it may be beyond saving, but those infected by it are curable with proper treatment." So far, these words have proven true. Many a Rotten soul has been cleansed of malice and given freedom from their torment. Speaking of the prison, the only other thing of note is that it is ever changing in size to house the ever changing number of inmates, but this is true of all aspects of this realm. Now, onto the more pleasant aspects of the afterlife. As stated before, your past self understood mortals well and constructed many districts, with the souls making new ones with each generation. The first is the obvious housing district where the souls live or rather have more personal family time as, if you wish to be technical, no one "lives" here.
You and Hu Tao chuckle a little at his little joke.
Warden: Second, there are the working districts as, surprisingly, many souls find satisfaction in hard work. These souls do jobs such as farming, cooking, many different types of artistry, engineering, construction, smithing, and sales despite there not being a currency here. These districts include the market, the entertainment district where concerts and plays are held, the foundry where all metal is worked into a new shape where it is promptly sent to either the workshop where it is used as machine parts, or the ones made into weapons will be sent to the coloseum where the souls who yearn for battle can relive their glory and have crowds of adoring fans cheer them on for it, and then there are the self explanatory farmlands and restaurants.
(Y/N): That's, um, a lot.
Warden: Quite, and there's still more. There are also the springs and gardens for those seeking a moment of peace, the banquet hall often used by the warrior spirits after a thrilling match as they revel in each other's glory, then there is the central plaza which the souls have taken to calling Festival Street as all of the realms festivities are held there, the archives where those who seek to learn can go to hone their craft. Also, since many people seem to ask, yes, the souls of animals are sent to paradise as, while a lot of animals do kill, it is most often during a hunt or defense, and they are not all malicious. Pets will often wait outside this gate for their owner or one of them if they had multiple, wild and farm animals are led to separate biomes that are suited to them. These biomes are also popular spots to take a trip. Ahem, sorry, I'm just so used to being interrupted by that question that going so long without answering it felt weird. Anyway, back on topic, there is also the museum, along with the archives it is used to preserve the truth of this world's history, not the glorified mess they teach in schools. There are many more human desires that I can list districts and buildings for, but I feel you and your friend would like to make it home before the end of the season, so this will be the last of what I say provided you don't have anymore questions. It may not surprise you that many of the souls within this realm are quite religious, so much so that there is a statue of you, er, your former self in the central plaza, with many smaller shrines to you and other deities scattered throughout the numerous districts.
Hu Tao thanks the warden before turning to leave.
(Y/N): Just one more question, I promise this will be quick. As I've stated before, immotality can be costly on one's soul. This holds true even to those born with it. My question is, would I be able to give others the ability to visit?
Warden: If that is what you desire. I take it this means I will be seeing a few of the archons soon?
You nod and thank him for his time before finally leaving with an extra spring in your step. Once outside, Hu Tao stretches rather loudly.
Hu Tao: Mmmmh. Man, that took forever, but I think we both got something out of that. You got peace of mind and i got a new appreciation for my work.
(Y/N): A "new" appreciation? You enjoyed your work well enough before, I dread to think of what you'll do now.
Hu Tao: Oh you. Don't some archons to visit?
(Y/N): Maybe later, we were in there for quite a while, and all that listening made me rather hungry.
Hu Tao was about to comment before her stomach growled, causing you both to laugh as you made your way back to the harbor.
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Well, that was a massive info dump, definitely longer than I anticipated. I haven't seen anyone tackle the subject of the reader's lack of mortality, and the idea of a creator who can willingly traverse both the realms of living and dead has been rotting my brain, I also wanted the ability to give the archons a bit of closure, at least the ones who lost someone dear to them. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed that rather lengthy info dump
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Autism ramble incoming lmfao
Something I want to see more of is art projects related to DID.
I want to see more short films, more artwork shared online, more video projects, unfiction series, etc. I've always thought the idea of an unfction/ARG/analog horror type project with DID themes would be amazing.
Like, there are many unfiction series and ARGs and short films and more about depression, struggling with suicidal thoughts, self-harm, anxiety, trauma, and I want there to be more stuff like that about DID.
There are a few short films I've seen, but they're not for me, and often are really only about systems who distinctly know their alters and are usually smaller systems with distinctly different personalities between them, so they aren't for me, though some of them are still accurate ofc. They also tend to be more like "documentaries" in that they talk about DID in a scientific, direct way, usually about a specific person's experiences, which is perfectly fine, but I want more things like someone writing a comic series where a character has DID, or some kind of representation of DID - in a genuine/accurate way, of course.
I LOVE looking for niche, hidden little art projects, like vent art animations with like 10 views on YouTube or random Neocities websites, stuff like that. And individual peoples' short films with themes about trauma and so on. And I wish more stuff like that existed for DID. I'm not sure if other people also feel the same, or similar?
I love being able to take things in media and make them about DID, or some kind of experience of 'plurality', when they aren't meant to be.
For an example, I love Frankie Stein from generation 3 of Monster High so much, we have an introject of them lmfao
Their entire Thing is that they are LITERALLY made up of different body parts. Their brain is multiple different brain bits from different monsters attached together to make Frankie as "one", Frankie refers to their brain as "brain bits" and I propose we all throw out terms like headmates, alters, parts, and replace them with brain bits lmfao
There's an entire episode dedicated to Frankie struggling with their identity, struggling with having to present themself as "one person."
For picture day, the camera captures the "real you" or something like that (it's been a while NFKJDNSAK) and Frankie doesn't know which side of themself to "show" for the picture because they are not just One of their parts, but ALL of their parts. And that episode made me cry probably lmfao. That episode means a lot to me.
Also Frankie Stein canonically has the Monster High equivalent of Sigmund Freud as one of their brain bits, so take with that what you will lmfao
Frankie struggles to figure out what outfit they would want to wear, what "side" of themself that they would want to show, because they want to be able to show All of what makes up 'Frankie', which is extremely relatable.
At the end of the episode, when Frankie finally sees the final result of their yearbook (FearBook photo as it's called in the show lol) photo, it shows a photo of Frankie, but like a fragmented photo with lightening bolt cracks separating different Versions of Frankie.
"It's me! All of me!"
Frankie's friends are all supportive and affirmative of Frankie being "Multiple" and it brings me joy.
This mostly happens in the movies, but there will be times where Frankie will say that they don't know something, but then immediately change and suddenly know. For example, Clawdeen asking Frankie if they knew anything about something (I can't remember what it was) and Frankie said they didn't and then suddenly straightened up their back and turned to face Clawdeen and said "Actually, I do know!" and explained it.
Frankie will sometimes have "flashbacks" to a memory that belonged to whichever specific monster in their brain lol
Anyways. That's all lol
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I've been hearing a lot of "gen alpha can't read cause they're iPad kids."
But like are we asking them what they *can* do?
Or how *they're* feeling even?
I distinctly remember adults when I was a kid saying we'd all be "brain dead" because of tv or texting or the Internet or some shit. And we couldn't defend ourselves cause we were literally children.
It's like this every time.
And every time each generation has to prove they're worthy of adulthood.
And this gen isn't even all in middle school yet and y'all are calling them failures right in front of their faces. It's not ganna help. If anything it'll make this much much worse.
I'm a Gen Z (well I'm in the transitional area between millennial and Z but most millennials tell me I'm gen z so fine.) I have gen alpha kids. And a lot of them (classmates and the like) are anxious asf about the world.
I wonder if they're putting up a tough front to keep the only control they have in the world as children.
Or living free before they have to become the overworked adults they see in their lives.
Or ya know death by school shootings if they're in America.
Or idk die from a once in a century plague cause their parents won't let them get vaccinated.
Or maybe it's something we could never describe or understand since we're not in that position.
Honestly every commentator I've seen on this topic hasn't asked a child how they literally feel. Like you don't have to put them on camera obviously (maybe don't actually for their safety) but like just ask? Or find ways to ask, kids can be shy about their true feelings sometimes. Especially if we keep pretending like we know them.
Teachers are over worked, parents are over worked. But haven't they always been? (Maybe we should actually do something about that? Like a lot have already been saying, but like actually do it? Maybe baby sit your friend's kid or go to the grocery store with them to help chaperone them? And try and do it for them for free, I get it if you can't but those who can should. I'm also not saying your should steal baby supplies, I'd never say that, I'd also never say to just steal food and hand them out, or to steal teaching and school supplies and just give em away or anything of course not! And I wish I could put the proper tone marks on this but for legal purposes I am being sarcastic.)
And doesn't each generation come with more problems or perceived problems because that's life? We're always going to find something wrong with the younger generation, we're constantly evolving and we're constantly looking for ways how.
Last thing.
What is intelligence?
Is it *really* being able to read?
Is it *really* scoring high on tests for studies?
Didn't we *just* talk about how standardised tests are wild and are often not very good at displaying what kids can actually do? Or are often hard to grade because of lack of staffing? Something something Pearson? Something something my history text book was older than me something something "Bill Clinton the president everyone is looking forward to!" Written on the back page Something something coming home to see late night TV making jokes about his shitty behaviour but making it more about the person who was literally harmed by this and making fun of her well into the 2000s..... (Oh has our education system and environment for kids always been kinda shitty? No way almost like it's a never ending battle.)
Have we truly figured out if the kids are alright?
Have they ever been?
Do we even know what that fucking means????
#gen alpha#gen z#gen z culture#millennials#generational trauma#the kids are alright#the kids are not alright#parenting#teachers#union strong#join a union
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just dropping in to say I absolute ADORE your art, your colors and backgrounds and everything is absolutely gorgeous and I was losing my mind a little at your entire "ice planet au". Like, the backgrounds?!?!?! The environments?!! I need to sit down with those for a few hours and study how you did them because !!!! its amazing?! Also the ptarmigan inspired Tomas are adorable and I wish to hug them. And!! Diversity in Tomas?!! YES! My biology heart is singing with joy
also. Also. Sea Slug Vash. The Design. Is. Impeccable. Deep sea inspirations are absolutely perfect for the whole multidimensional kind of eldritch thing and vibe he + the plants have going on and it is stupendous. I absolutely love it
Aaaand the centaur au, is just delightful and I love the designs and the details to their forms, from Vash and Knives having different biology that's distinctly different when you look at details but close enough that Vash can mimic being horse-ish. (The coat patterns are so pretty!)
And (mostly last thing) this piece: https://www.tumblr.com/andr0nap/723041602792210432/turn-your-gaze-upon-this-wretched-holy-thing?source=share
I am in awe. The lighting, the detail work?! It has the feathers of trimax but the plant patterning of stampede (and oh gods, the patterning, the detail, the glow--) and then Vash's damned hand?! You've got all the pieces plus the texture and I'm just staring. AND the symbolism! Like, you've got Wolfwood staring at Vash, though Vash himself is hidden from view, and I'm just ajkghdkghjkd
Thank you very much for sharing your art!!
BWAAA THANK YOU SM!!! youre so sweet aaaa 🥺🥺🥺💕
im so happy people like my little ice planet au!! im no storyteller but i love worldbuilding and biology and putting my faves in new environments!! i definitely want to get back to this au when i get past the fandom burnout bc i put a lot of thought into this and id hate for it to end up gathering dust
YEAHH!! you get me!! i love feathery angel vash with all my heart but theres something so charming about the naked slimy chicken slug (more of that coming soon in the backlog dump)
designing the unicorn twins was an interesting little challenge, trying to make them look horse enough to be able to blend in with the masses but also predatory enough to make you go hey wait Thats Not A Horse. vash needs to put more effort into making himself look harmless because A. he moves differently from an equine when he isnt putting up an act with his exaggerated gait and B. the prey part in my centaurs brains is alive and well and theyre a suspicious bunch by nature so seeing vash stalk towards them in his normal gait would set off a lot of alarm bells
and im happy you like that piece!! it was my proper full render for the fandom and im still very proud of it!!! (esp the prosthetic.. and the fact that i remembered to turn on the timelapse yippee)
thank you again for the sweet ask!!!
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More stream-of-consciousness musings related to the topic I was posting about yesterday. (I'm really really tired. This may not make tons of sense or hold together that well.)
Suppose that controversies over universal health care were to get focused on how unaffordable necessary surgeries are for too many people, and the whole thing became framed as a debate over whether or not people should have access to surgery. I wonder if then there would be a substantial number of activists walking around with stickers or signs saying "I <3 Surgery".
I bring up this hypothetical because it seems like such a motto would be an absurd choice, but actually I could kind of see why some people might proclaim it. This is hard for me to relate to, but some circumstances lead a person to be overjoyed about getting some kind of surgery, when it may save or vastly improve their life (I've seen this overjoyed reaction on My 600-lb Life for instance, and then there are trans folks who desperately want transition surgery, and so on), and that's a valid emotion to have without being obligated to carry along with it the baggage of wishing circumstances in the first place were different so they wouldn't need surgery. My own point of view is of someone who is a wimp about medical procedures in general, has never had any kind of major surgery, and finds the idea terrifying (both the procedure itself and the aftermath).
If we add to our hypothetical universe the supposition that there's an anti-surgery pushback by people who think getting surgery is wicked and evil (see Christian scientists maybe? and certainly some of the more extreme anti-trans types currently, about certain types of surgery?), then it would be even more understandable to want to proclaim "I <3 Surgery" to signal opposition. I still think it would be kind of a dumb, tasteless, and ineffective idea though.
Another hypothetical that occurred to me today is that someone on the left-wing side of fiscal issues, wanting to push back on Republican tax-cut and anti-benefits-programs policies, might go around with a sticker saying "I <3 Taxes". In fact, the hypothetical circumstance is perfectly real at least in the current US political environment, yet I've never run across an "I <3 Taxes" sticker. It seems unthinkably silly. And it's even the case that there's a certain subset of people to push back against, who think taxes are inherently a form of evil: the "Taxation is theft!" libertarians.
A variant on this, by the way, would be "I <3 Paying Taxes", which I think is already kind of implied by "I <3 Taxes", or at least that's how many people would understand it. But I think this variant illustrates my point (to the extent that I have one) even more clearly. Because nobody, unless they're trying to be really edgy or advertise themself as both wealthy and super generous, truly expects anyone to believe that they enjoy paying taxes. (I distinctly remember then-Senator Obama mentioning that he hated paying taxes in order to make a point in his third debate against McCain in 2008!) And it seems kind of insensitive to those who aren't rich but do have to pay some substantial taxes and feel financially limited by it, even if said people are Democrats who happen to favor those taxes.
Either way, it just seems like something that you wouldn't see, which is perhaps why I feel so taken aback by how many people are happy to go around saying "I <3 Abortions". (Counterargument: perhaps we would see "I <3 Taxes" if only the political Overton window didn't restrict most of us to the view that taxes are generally bad except possibly when forced on the rich: note that certain left-wing types, most notably AOC, are willing to go walk around proclaiming "Tax the rich!". I'm still not super supportive of this tactic, but it makes a lot more sense to me than "I <3 Taxes" would.)
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