#-cries in worldbuilding-

[starry-bi-sky]

I'm in A Mood™ (stressed) so im going back to my roots of melting two character together into one person. So bruce wayne!danny fenton. Danny Fenton who, for eight years, grew up in a beautiful gothic manor with his mom and dad under the name "Bruce Wayne". Playing piano with his mother, running around the manor with his father.

Then when he's eight it's ripped away from him. There's blood on his hands and pearls pooling at his feet, and both his parents are dead in front of him.

And he gets shipped off to distant relatives "the Fentons" shortly after, Alfred close on his heels because someone needs to take care of him, someone that knows him. Bruce goes to the Fentons for the safety of anonymity. Gotham's press wants to sink its teeth into him.

Danny misses his city even if it took everything from him. There are shadows in his eyes and he's pale as a sheet even beside his distant cousins, and they change his name to "Danny Fenton' because nobody should know that their newest child was illustrious orphan Bruce Wayne.

They call him Bruce behind closed doors. Danny prefers it that way, he clings onto the name -- the one his parents gave him -- like a lifeline. He makes friends with Sam and Tucker. Tucker takes one look at the willowy, morbid little boy standing in the corner like a shade, ghosts in his eyes, and drags him out into the sunlight, and takes him over to Sam.

When Danny is twelve, he's still not over it -- and he's a little obsessed with the Fentons' research, with the morbid. He has books upon books on death, murder, detective work. Anything he can get his hands on. And stars. He loves stars.

Alfred owns the apartment next to them and comes over regularly. Danny clings to him.

When Danny is twelve, he's still quiet, meek, a shy little thing prone to being bullied. Freaky little Fenton with the night in his eyes and too-cold skin even before he put one foot in the grave. in a sleepover in his room with Sam and Tucker, he tells them the truth. They're his friends, he trusts them.

"My name is Bruce." he murmurs, voice quiet as the breeze, always quiet. he's staring at his star-covered sheets.

"Like Bruce Wayne?" Tucker asks, a joking tone in his voice.

Danny smiles a little, lamb-like with insecurity. "I am Bruce Wayne." And he takes them down to the lab, disrupting Maddie and Jack, to prove it. Sam tells them of her own wealth then shortly after. They start calling Danny "Bruce" in private too -- its trust. Thats what it is. It's trust.

Sam goes to media functions and comes back with aching feet and complaints on her tongue -- and Danny soaks it up all like a sponge, splayed across a beanbag chair with Tucker in her room. He's not envious of her, he used to go to events with his parents and they kept him safe from the ugly of Gotham's Elite. For the most part. He's had comments made at him, he doesn't miss them.

Alfred returns to the manor semi-regularly, Danny goes with him. he wanders the hallways and helps Alfred clean, the last thing either of them want is for their home to fall into disrepair. He brings Jazz with him next time, then Tucker, then Sam. They all help him clean, and he shows them his room. The one across from his parents', it feels strange.

When Danny dies when he's fourteen, the first adult he tells is Alfred. He and Jazz go over to his house more often than they stay in the Fentonworks building. At least at Alfred's, the food doesn't come to life. Alfred sits at the kitchen table and weeps when Danny tells him, Jazz is upstairs, and its just the two of them.

Danny's ghost form wears pearls around his wrist and the gloves look stained with some kind of black substance. He looks like a child who died in a lab accident, but he also looks like a child who has shadows dripping off his shoulders, curling at his feet, hanging from his eyes.

because amorphous blob batman has my heart always and danny/bruce will not escape it even in death even if that IS the only reason im giving him Mild BatBlob Vibes...so far

when they go to the manor, alfred helps danny make a pile of stones between Martha and Thomas' graves, nobody but the two of them (and sam and tucker) will know what it means. (not even bruce's children later down the line, not for a long, long time)

danny dives into ghost fighting on shaky feet and not half as witty as he once was in one world. he's skittish, skittering between blasts from shadow to shadow and clumsily making his way through each battle. but helping people lights a fire in him. he still has shadows dripping off his feet but there's a purpose in his eyes.

and god help him, he's going to help people.

#dpxdc #dp x dc #danny fenton is not the ghost king #dp x dc crossover #dpxdc crossover #dpdc #dpxdc prompt #this is just me torturing danny for a little bit because im stressed and i cried for an hour while i was driving so im taking it out on B #thanks for being my little stress ball danny #aha my old middle school habit of frankensteining two characters together is resurfacing again :) yall should've seen my wattpad drafts #in middle school. i had 50 of them and most of them were me combining two characters together to make one person and putting them in one au #my most memorable being skydoesminecraft and harry potter. THAT was a fun worldbuilding experience #do i think that growing up with the fentons would fix bruce/danny completely?? hurm. no. dont kid yallselves jazz is not a licensed #therapist not even at like. nine when she meets danny. she's not helping him through his trauma in the slightest. she's nagging. #she's his sister or sister-like figure before she's his therapist. would he be #*entirely* like canon bruce tho?? no. dannybruce is a mix of the both of them. but this is still the first post of the au and is more so #just me doing the equivalent of popping a stress ball so nothing is smoothed over. mostly im just trying to keep bruce's trauma prominent i #danny's character because he IS Bruce. i dont want him to just be 'danny with bruce's backstory but without any of the ugly bits'. #danny and bruce is used interchangeably because they're the same person but sorry if his personality feels imbalanced i came up with this o #the spot. was going to type more but the stress has left me. for now. watch ur back danny 👀

[neim-batteries-not-included]

It’s asexual awareness week!!! I present the most aware asexual!!!

(Possible eyestrain and trypophobia, vague spoilers for tma under the cut)

That is not his cardigan. You can decide whose it is, but it’s. It’s not his.

(Click for better quality)

#god this took a while. But I’m pleased with it I think #tma #the magnus archives #jonathon sims #ok I’m listening to mag 195 rn it’s uh. I live in constant fear? /pos #but equally I’m incredibly gay about this man so. so it’s fine I definitely haven’t cried twice today over tma /pos #god if I start posting tma like I did skug I’m gon have to make another side blog #I spent like 5 hours on this for a very silly joke and I’m. I’m not sorry. /hj #art #artist on tumblr #neim actually does some actual art!! wow!!!!! #will do some actual worldbuilding posts soon I promise. so sorry if you follow me for that fhfhfhfhfh #asexual awareness week #asexual #I love this man. as an ace I platonically crush on him so hard #we love good ace rep in this household #tma spoilers #eyestrain #maybe???????? just in case #trypophobia tw #again. just in case

[solomiracle]

i wish obey me would have more fun with the worldbuilding. we're transported to a whole new world filled with demons and vampires and dragons and stuff but all we get are slivers of it as we're basically confined to the HoL and RAD most of the time :/ and a lot of the worldbuilding is just told to us via another character. i wish we were able to actively learn about the devildom!

imagine an event where you and another character explore some ancient devildom ruins, learning more about past cultures. maybe an ocean one where we sail out to an island and there's a new seaside town to have fun in. heck maybe we find ourselves lost in some woods that'll destroy our human psyche and we gotta navigate our way out of there while the boys try to find and save us.

it would be fun!!

#i feel like om acts like if they spend too much time on stuff like this it'll subtract from the romance #you can balance exposition/worldbuilding/action with romance... #like just make the chapters longer #or include less characters into every event #eh whatever *cries my fantasy nerd tears* #from me #obey me #rambles

[galacticsabc]

Let's Defy Fate Together

#I drew this last night and then I cried about them <3 #anyways #indigo star #indigo star rosanna #indigo star jarvis #indigo star colbalt #worldbuilding #dnd #dnd characters #ocs #my ocs #my artwork #art #artwork #dreamerx86

[lanternlightss]

literally for half the day ive been thinking about how mimi and their species’ biology works girl please help

#me when worldbuilding #I JUST THINK. hey what if bugs ………. absolute blob of bugs….. adapted to the environment #in the same way a butterfly or snake might mimic a poisonous or venomous #and what if they just accidentally morphed into creatures they saw commonly around and were like. okay cool so That one. its that one right? #uhrbvrbfbfn #when im not eepy i am going to doodle these swear #lantern says stuff #?? do i #lantern’s oc pile #a flower cries out

[cristalthenarwhalpotato]

This is pretty old art by now, but I thought "hey you should really just post things who cares about age"

And yeah-

Aion is a character of mine in one of my many story projects. This one specifically has no name as of yet but essentially it's me making a pantheon of gods.

It's very fun imagining legends, myths, explanations on why things are the way they are etc. I haven't worked much on it recently however, been busy with my Undertale AU brainrot lol

Anyways yeah Aion is the God of Time, and I made them sorta lack features etc, since i wanted to mimic a marble statue or something. Like a timeless almost featureless but nonetheless ancient being. The clock on the back acts like a part of their body, as Aion is after all, Time's lord.

Imma stop ranting about the design process now-

Also Aion's little flower thing is gift from another god, named Lan.

#cris talks #art #drawing #oc art #character art #cristal art #traditional art #character design #god character #pantheon of gods concept #worldbuilding

[aroaessidhe]

2023 reads // twitter thread

Venom & Vow

YA high fantasy about two enemy kingdoms whose leaders have been cursed to sleep, and are being run by the teen heirs

a bigender dama/assassin and trans prince are both trying to find the enchanter from the other kingdom who they believe is responsible

two disabled MCs (cane users)

#aroaessidhe 2023 reads #Venom & Vow #this is a fine ya fantasy - but I found the plot/execution a bit generic unfortunately #(aside from the diversity etc; but I personally need more than that) #there are some really cool worldbuilding aspects -magically changing castle; a smidge of fey myth and cool creatures #also the mix of celtic + latine cultures is interesting! #but i feel like it isn't explored in full #i do think AMM excels more at low-plot contemporary magical realism narratives #vico ortiz audiobook!! #why vico giving the boys a scottish accent (i think?? im bad at recognising accents) but the other VO american???? #the monastery for trans people transitioning is a great concept #at one point there's a bit of a weird line ‘they didn’t sound like the cries of someone assigned male at birth’ .....which... #understand the intention. i feel like that circles back around to being transphobic tho

[simikae]

faves (and second faves) from my winter break backlog 👍

#bustafellows #fate stay night #hades #my art #my sketches #basically vns and also zagreus is there #ok umm comments. i can probably just put them in tags #bustafellows was nice.it tripped at the finish line which really stinks but #true route aside i liked the character specific routes. and the group dynamic was awesome #IM NOT DONE WITH FATE IM ONLY HALFWAY THRU UBW but saber is the best ever :) #dense and frankly hilarious worldbuilding but its fun. i like how much it affects the characters down to the way they speak to each other #hades MVP TBH!!! I CRIED!!! IT WAS AWESOME!!!! #still need to get through to credits but GOD im hype for hades 2

[alarrytale]

Requiem for the Dawn

By ifiwasabluebird / ifhwasabluebird on X (Twitter)

Words: 176k

Chapters: 31/31

Summary

With the Nexovirus continuing its relentless spread across the globe, authorities are grappling with a new and alarming development. Infected individuals are now exhibiting violent and unpredictable behaviours, creating a heightened level of danger for both themselves and others.

The origins of this new symptom remain unclear, but medical professionals are working around the clock to understand the nature of this disturbing transformation. Those who were once mild-mannered have become a potential threat to public safety, raising concerns about the safety of communities everywhere.

Governments worldwide are implementing stringent measures to curb the spread of the Nexovirus. Some regions have declared states of emergency, implementing curfews and lockdowns to ensure the safety of their populations.

Stay home.

Or a fic where enemies turn to lovers while fighting to survive the zombie apocalypse.

#listen i'm not the biggest fan of zombies or apocalyptic fics #they're too dark and doomy #but this fic? fucking amazing #it's got everything you want enemies to lovers (with good pacing!) #heroism and worldbuilding #character developement #angst ohhh the angst #and buckets and buckets of tears #it's violent i won't lie #but if you make it to chapter 28 you'll make it through the rest too #i'll hold your hand #i haven't cried this much over a fic in years #harry broke my heart #requiem for the dawn #fic rec

[oopsabird]

'liv did u go to bed when u should have' no i impulsively laid awake until dawn re-reading the last 85% of the first hunger games book for the first time in a decade on my ipad on one marathon sitting and bawling my fucking eyes out when rue died. now i'm doing laundry at daybreak and will nap for an hour before doing all my pre-holiday chores in a caffeinated marathon rush. no further questions ur honour

#probably exactly what i was up to twelve years ago too i'd wager #minus the chores and the coffee anyway #i'm sure i cried the first time when i was a teenager. but i am damn sure i cried much MUCH more this time as an adult #augh!!! #god like i hadn't quite forgotten how good thg is but i had kinda forgotten how much i deeply enjoy reading it #the worldbuilding the characters katniss's dry cutting narration it's just so. god the first movie really tries and does its best #but the films just CANNOT live up #thg #hello old tag. it's been a while

[futuresafe]

i really had fun w earthspark. loved the focus on the new terrans they deserved it . also the whiplash of that scene w nightshade then going to the arena with novastorm doing the peter griffin death pose had me in stitches

#my posts #also im sorry the flower thing is really nice sure it might be callback to ifdw but there were callbacks to a ton of other conts #+ say what you will but the flowers were a very interesting worldbuilding idea #earthspark spoilers #i did Cried at the two parter #what if i loved this family So So much #also. concerned about where optimus is... Hey big guy where've you been #hopefully the memory alteration device tarantulas brought up isn't a chekhov's gun 🤔 #the bear ep had the call FLABBERGASTED #i think es is a very genuine show

[stardatez3ro]

would i be shot on sight for cringe if i told you that i may or may not be writing smthn with my tng oc elliot and lore .is that okay or am i gonna be taken out back and get my kneecaps removed

#please guys .ive spent like a week alone on getting the worldbuilding in place i cant just keep this in my brain forever #hgwhwghf im cringe but im free im cringe but im free im cri #ramblings #ticketts thoughts #lore soong #star trek oc

[yeehawpim]

The queen has spoken now I have to write it

@quiddie this is for you

They went to help Pernacus clear out his tower. It wasn’t particularly interesting business— refugees filed out much the way they came, trudging up the arm of the great mountain with new hope in their eyes. She sang with Lucient’s harp to lead them along, Mossbrow and Vatra somewhere behind. By the time the floors were empty and their tabaxi friend was fussing over the kitchen, Hareth had disappeared.

She grins as Vatra makes regretful sounds. Girl had to secure the bag. She didn’t even say goodbye.

Lucient is sighing, talking about checking the state of his new propagandist songs that were spread before their fight with Glycinder. He looks so tired, even after she’d healed all of them. The broken black string on his harp still hangs broken, loose as he stores it back into its case to leave. 

He shakes Pernacus’ hand, touches Mossbrow’s arm, ruffles Vatra’s hair, and is gone. There’s a nod towards her too, some words she can’t remember anymore. Her hand brushes the unused rapier. What will happen to its broken sister, made of the same stone? Will you throw her away? Will you sing songs of me with the strings that are left?

They stay for a night, resting and recovering. Around a table of excellent tea that she’s sure only Pernacus and her are properly appreciating, they talk the next day about the things that happened. Their host scratches at his chin, speaking of plans to conceal the tower with further magical means. Now that hundreds of people and two gods had been around, it made sense to get on that. You don’t want to see us again?

When the afternoon rolls around, Pernacus starts serving in reverse order. She couldn’t even blame him, really; she’d watched as his shoulders get tenser through the day as they’d had to cast dozens of mendings under Kevin and Mossbrow’s feet. Making up some excuse, she herds the two out into the wilderness without explaining all the pesky social cues.

“I’m going to go help,” Vatra announces, looking off towards where the mountain had left yesterday, “I promised Orinda.” She resists the urge to roll her eyes until the girl had already bounded off. The feeling of the warmest hug lingered around her waist, the smell of cinders and trees in the halfling’s hair fading with her steps. You don’t have to feel guilty. Stay, I will love you no matter what.

“Well. Just me and you, buddy. Why don’t you show me your glade? Maybe I’ll try reconnecting with my spiritual side.”

“Of course, I’d be happy to, Timpani.”

A voice like grinding rocks and shifting roots shouldn’t be so comforting. She has to convince him to fly some of the way and not walk the full three days of travel, but along the way she perches on the flat stone of his head and makes sure none of the water spills.

“Oh, thank you Timpani. The birds will be so grateful.” 

She snickers, not really caring about the birds at all.

“They better be.”

When they get there, she doesn’t know what she expected. There are two patches of naked dirt, perfect grooves for Mossbrow’s feet. He steps into them like they were made for him, and points out the chickadees he’d mentioned in a nearby tree. There’s quiet after she makes the appropriate sounds of interest. When she turns to look, her friend is a statue.

Made of menhirs and wood and vines more than reclaimed armour, her friend is a beautiful carving standing guard in the woods. He speaks to her without moving until the conversation peters off. Of course, he’d never had to move to speak before. But in this space it’s so blatant that it makes her feel stupid to address him. Please don’t make me lonely while you’re right there. Please don’t make me lonely when you’re only doing what makes you happy.

On the second day she makes up songs, deliberately grating and off-key to see what he’ll say. When he still stands inert, she sings so beautifully the gods are sure to listen. The whole time she looks off into the trees, waiting for the sound of familiar grinding stone as deer and birds stop to be her audience.

On the third day, she leaves long enough to gather an orgy on the grassy meadow around him. She even makes sure she isn’t drunk for it. A dwarf gets on the flat of Mossbrow’s head and performs acts that would make sailors blush, and she only just manages not to make eye contact with the dull holes of his eyes. Then she pulls in the next handsome human, her own golden eyes bright as she turns away from the silence.

She wakes in the morning to the sound of birds. Above where she laid unmoving with strangers, the family of chickadees splashed and bathed in the pool on Mossbrow’s head. When they fly away, she gets up and heads back to the capital.

People welcome her with gold and pretty things, and she smiles as sharp as her rapier. Worship tastes heavenly, and she drinks it down with wine. Her hair grows heavy with shiny gifts, she walks tall and relishes in all that she’s long deserved. Sometimes she returns to the woods. Always with an entourage of willing participants to make merry in the night, and if it's near the glade that’s only a coincidence.

The day she opens her eyes to Vatra, it’s the most natural thing in the world to touch her cheeks, to kiss away her uncertainty. Let’s feel sure again, my once and always friend.

#patrick rothfuss #worldbuilders #timpani #aabria #oops i made it kinda sadder tho sorry aabria #im still freaking out over this series tbh #these characters make me feral #i think i was the only one that cried when mossbrow responded to lucient #my writing #truly obscure fanfic lol #more people need to watch 12hrs of actual play so i can nerd out to someone who understands

[nettlestingsoup]

my friend invited me to come over to his flat to play Stray today (since i don't have a playstation) and let me tell you i don't think either of us were prepared for me to break down crying on his sofa when my little cat got separated from its friends

#it was just so emotional #it's a delightful game so far though #the cat behaviours are all perfectly animated #and the worldbuilding #one of the robots talked about how happy he was that robots had learned to imitate humans #because it stopped humanity from being forgotten after their extinction #and i almost cried again #friend was also laughing at me for referring to every robot i met as 'my new bestie' #'morgan you've made sixteen new besties in the past hour' #stray #i wanna play more soon #i let him play on my switch while i ran around as a cat haha

[beinfriends]

Although Tazmily has fully recovered their memories and have had one to two full years (depending on when each villager in particular recovered their memories) to work through it, I think it's still really hard for a lot of them. The villagers are doing much better than they were at the initial point of remembering. Whether they allowed the memories to recover naturally or opted to recover them all in one sitting with the Egg of Light, it was extremely hard for people to cope with this rush of memories and all the trauma that came with it.

Even beyond escaping the end of the world and knowing that their families and friends are all dead, the world before Nowhere was a deeply broken one. A lot of Tazmilians probably had experienced some form of trauma even prior to the war breaking out and everything going to hell in a handbasket, and that was trauma they never got to process, let alone the fresher trauma of, again, losing everyone they knew and loved, save for if they made it with you to Nowhere-- and quite a few made it to the White Ship, but then perished there due to illness or injuries, leaving behind single family members to pick up the pieces upon reaching Nowhere.

The one solace the town generally had was knowing that everyone else was dealing with the same thing to some degree. They'd all faced similar traumas and losses, but there was a lot of shame attached to people, which made it harder for many to cope with. Tazmily isn't good at dealing with negative emotions, never was, though a lot of villagers have gotten better about it. But they came from a world that did not value human life at all, let alone someone as an individual, their thoughts, feelings, and desires; people didn't have the tools to process emotions all that well unless they were lucky enough to have a good family or good friends. Even then, it was hard.

So, returning to their horrible memories, ones they were never allowed to process-- or never allowed themselves to process-- was extremely hard. People could at least typically turn to their loved ones, usually spouses, but it wasn't easy to discuss. It still isn't for many of them. The only person people felt comfortable fully venting to most of the time was Leder. Leder was the one who remembered it all for them, and had promised to guide them through this process of recovering their memories. And he did, he kept his promise. Leder is someone who is so easy to talk to, and many turned to him for advice when they didn't know how to process the losses that were now fresh in their minds.

Leder kept a lot of people sane during that hard year. Eventually, the depression, rage, anxiety, guilt, and everything else started to fade. They returned to a more normal life as they finally were allowed to address what was there, to whatever degree that may be. But I think the trauma is going to be hard for them to deal with forever-- understandably so. That shit doesn't leave, especially because it's arguable that most, if not essentially everyone who came to Nowhere on the White Ship likely has some form of PTSD.

People have gotten back to normal, but have they fully processed? Can they think about people in their past without crying or having a meltdown about it? Is every memory not tinged with sadness and pain? I'm not so sure about that. Tazmily's trauma is a work in progress to this day. People try to live in the moment, they've accepted the horrible and strange way they all came together, but it won't ever be the same again. I think they're ultimately better off having learned, however. That is why Leder revealed the truth to them-- because he knew that it was necessary for Tazmily to grow and to learn from their past mistakes more fully.

It wouldn't solve things, but I feel like Tazmily needs one good day where they all allow themselves to speak openly what happened to them, to cry together, to commiserate and understand what connects them all. Tazmily, as Leder said, is the town many of them wished they could've grown up in. Many of them were born into some form of the cycle of abuse, and Tazmily was their ticket out, their one shot at removing that cycle.

A lot of people are uncomfortable reckoning with the sort of people they became during the Pigmask occupation. A lot of them came to cruelty easily, returning to the cycle of cruelty and hatred for the Other that Eagleland and other nations had. That same cruelty many of them had been the victims of. Tazmilians overwhelmingly worked hard to move past that and do better after the cataclysm, and those efforts genuinely paid off. People really, really tried to be better, and Tazmily became kinder again. But I can't imagine, having worked on yourself in that way, suddenly being reminded of the world you came from that acted just like you did, albeit on a much, much larger and harsher scale.

But it must hurt so much, knowing that you senselessly perpetuated the persecution that poisoned the world before. I don't know how many of the villagers have actually thought about that, but if some have-- I could see people like maybe Ollie, Abbot and Abbey, Paul and Lin, so on realizing that-- and being crushed. Even if they themselves had not directly been harsh, even if they only had allowed it to slide, it still hurts.

Recovering the memories of the past has reinvigorated people's need to break the cycles of cruelty, abuse, and hatred, though. I think all of these things can turn into something good, ultimately. Humanity is not inherently evil. The Tazmily villagers are not inherently bad, or cruel, nor are they doomed to be that way forever. They've already proven themselves to be people who can learn, and these hard lessons, the ones of the White Ship and the ones of the Pigmasks, will stay with them. But, God, it'll never be fully solved if people can't allow themselves to be vulnerable and to fully unpack everything they've gone through.

Tazmily is trying so, so hard. And that counts for a lot. They've done a lot of work already, but I don't think most of them have ever felt fully comfortable being vulnerable or open about everything they went through. There's so much potential love and understanding in Tazmily, if only they'd allow themselves to have that. One can only hope they can continue processing and reckoning with the aftermath of all that's happened, and for the better. I think that's deserved.

#Welcome to the World of Mother 3 [WORLDBUILDING] #Deeper Into the Subconscious [HEADCANONS] #Cast [TAZMILY] #Tazmily [ABOUT] #( i'm just -SCREAMS AND CRIES ABOUT THEM- ) #( i love the tazmily villagers so much i love them i love them i love them ) #( they're such wonderful characters. honestly... superbly written for being side characters. and for being in a Mother game KRGHF ) #( the problem is you don't get to see just how genuinely fleshed out a lot of them are if you aren't really deeply digging for their lines) #( that breaks my heart. because i feel like people really don't understand the villagers entirely and just write them off ) #( they aren't all shitty but even if they became cruel there's more to them they're more than that hatred they're more than- ) #( what they became. they can BE so much more. Mother 3 is about forgiveness it's about acceptance and Tazmilians- ) #( have to learn that lesson. and to me. they have. ) #( i cannot fucking STAND when people just write them off post M3 and say they all suck and Lucas just ditched them forever ) #( you don't get it you don't get Mother 3 you don't get them i'm sorry you don't ) #( okay i'm done KRHF )

[eldritchamy]

oops guess who watched 30 episodes of The Vampire Diaries in 42 hours, cried their eyes out, and has a headache

I just finished season 2 and ouch

#I can't believe I'm saying this because it's such a straight show but #I actually really like it? #in terms of lame straight vampire romance? it's WAY better than Buffy honestly #way more compelling in that regard. like I love Buffy but the vampire romance drama in Buffy is at best D tier #I'd actually give this like....maybe as generous as a B minus #nothing straight can get over a B plus but the characters are actually compelling compared to Angel #Angel is a stale pancake of a character #are Damon and Stefan revolutionary? no. they're kinda bland? but not anywhere near Angel bland #I'm genuinely interested in every major character honestly #Katherine Pierce? the ultimate poor little meow meow. evil girlboss. I can't help it I'm gay and I love her. #also the core friend group is kinda like a superior version of the Scoobies #SPECIFICALLY BECAUSE THERE'S NO XANDER #I'm comparing it to Buffy a lot because it's clear there was some influence in the format #I didn't expect to be anywhere near as interested in Caroline as I am honestly she's one of my top characters so far #anyway the show has a lot of character deaths in it. including lots of close family member deaths. #and that stirred up some stuff #that's why I cried my eyes out if you were wondering it wasn't the straight drama #am I emotionally invested in the show and characters? yes. but I mean christ I'm still gay. #in case anyone was afraid me watching a painfully heterosexual show and liking it meant my blog was hacked #like nah the straight drama is something I'm tolerating because the characters and story and worldbuilding grabbed me #I'm a sucker for vampire stuff ok cut a girl some slack I support women's wrongs #(I started watching it like 90% because of Katherine Pierce and I was right) #would I recommend this show to a friend? that's another question entirely. it's not BAD. it's just very straight. #so buyer beware I guess? I like the characters and plot enough to put up with it #evil Nina Dobrev is my type okay don't judge me don't look at me while I'm watching the meow meow