#and BTW if you're interested

[faeriekit]

The Foster Mother

Now on ao3 and VHS release

There was, supposedly, someone waiting for him in the green sitting room.

“…Why?” Tim asked. Most of the usual suspects had already come by to give their “condolences”—former Drakes Industries investors, curious about the newly orphaned heir; fellow socialites, once again flocking in to give and receive sympathies for their “close friends, the Drakes”; gawkers come to see what they could scavenge off of a dead family’s home, never mind that their child was alive.

“She claims to know you, Master Tim,” Alfred offered, kettle in his hand. He spent a moment deciding between different two canisters of tea; a sign of possibly difficult future conversation. “Her interest in your father's estate seemed quite…minimal.”

…Alright.

Tim was still in his formalwear. Dissolving Drake Industries would take at least another year, and plenty of future hours cementing the future home of certain resources in their dissolution, but the outfit probably was more appropriate for whatever oncoming conversation that was about to ensue than his planned change into Dick’s old hoodie and board shorts.

Okay. Tim steeled himself. The self-determination…mostly worked. Whatever. He trudged up into the green sitting room from the kitchen with his usual introduction ready on his tongue.

And then Tim walked into the room.

And then Jazzy was there.

*

Tim had been three, and Miss Jasmine had been his had been his third nanny. He’d outgrown the wetnurse early on, and his second nanny had been dismissed, so although Miss Jasmine was the third nanny, she was first nanny Tim could consciously remember.

She’d had red hair. She’d been very gentle with him.

She got him up in the morning and put him to bed at night; for the first time, there had been someone who sat with him until he was asleep, reading all sorts of books his parents had left to engage him with as an early genius. Then, when those were over and done as promised to his parents, they got unauthorized books from the library: silly books with made-up words, dinosaur books, books about teddy bears and adventures around the world.

Tim hadn’t been allowed to travel the world. Tim hadn’t been allowed a teddy bear. His parents had thought it would encourage undue attachment.

(It had been the same reason he’d never been given a pacifier.)

Miss Jazz had given him a knitted bunny. She’d said her dad had made it especially for him.

The toy’s name was Bunny and Tim remembered him being very soft.

She didn’t smile all the time, but smiles were rewards that were easy to earn. He finished his meal and she smiled. He finished an educational puzzle and she smiled. He was quiet all through her phone call and she smiled, and answered all his questions once she was done.

Jazzy had been the first person in his life who was there all the time. She’d kissed his forehead after the bath and kissed his scraped knees; she’d carried him in his arms when he was tired and sometimes even when he wasn’t. His parents had wanted him to be independent, proactive, and not clingy, but Jazzy had been someone who he could run to from his bed when he’d had nightmares and someone he could cuddle on her lap with when he’d cried.

She was gone when he was seven. He didn’t remember why. His parents had probably never told him, but still; he'd assumed he'd have found out why eventually.

Jazzy looked the same right now as she looked in Tim’s memories, although she was likely no longer a college student at a nannying gig. Her red hair was pulled into a high bun, her dress modest and conservative from her neck to her ankles. There was a backpack beside her foot. She was sitting, one leg crossed over the other, on the high-backed loveseat in the green sitting room.

She looked up when he came in.

Tim. Stopped in his tracks.

It didn’t matter. Jazzy—Miss Jasmine stood up as soon as she saw him, eyes alight with worry. Foggy memories were swimming to the forefront of Tim’s brain. He couldn’t move.

“Tim?” Ja—Miss Jasmine asked, teal eyes raking over his frame. Tim froze where he was. He didn’t move, wide-eyed and terrified for no reason at all when Miss Jasmine got closer to him, at a distance that was more appropriate for a conversation.

She stood there. Watching him. It felt like his mother had just come home from her trips with Dad, and a ghost of old terror wafted through him as he waited for her to decide he’d done something wrong. Her voice got softer. Her eyes got softer. Why was Tim feeling so wrong-footed?? It was only a former staff person!

“Tim?” her voice was so gentle. “I don’t know if you remember me. I’m—“

“M’s Jazz,” Tim croaked. Which. Wasn’t the level of formality he’d been going for, but better than Jazzy. He wasn’t a toddler anymore.

Miss Jasmine was so tall—honestly, was she taller than Bruce? She’d seemed insurmountable as a child; he hadn’t expected her height to truly be so statuesque as an adult.

(Or. Well. Almost an adult.)

She didn’t quite kneel down, but she did stoop lower, as if Tim was small and he needed to be on equal footing in order to have a serious conversation.

He could see all her freckles. Tim swallowed. It was too familiar. Everything about her was too familiar.

“You’re so big now,” Jazzy whispered, looking at his hair, his suit, his polished shoes. He didn’t feel it. “Oh, you’ve grown up so well.”

Thanks, Tim almost said. Something stopped him—something thick in his throat, to impassable to break through.

“I—“ he tried. He coughed. “Why…you… You’re here?”

Jazzy threw him an incredulous look, and then an incredibly wry one. “Well,” she drawled a little too primly, in the way that Alfred occasionally made obvious statements, “I’d think it obvious that when one’s parents have passed away, that those who care about you might come to check and see if you’re alright.”

Which. That didn’t make sense. Jazzy hadn’t come back for any other reason; she hadn’t come back for his mother’s funeral, nor when his father was injured publicly by a villain. Why start now?

“And,” Jazz added, seeing his visual confusion and distrust, “Your parents can’t exactly threaten me with a kidnapping charge for visiting you when they’re dead.” Pause. “Which I am sorry about. My condolences.”

Which. Whiplash. What a statement.

“Uh,” said Tim, who was rapidly losing control over the situation.

Jazzy stood again, and went back to her seat; she didn’t set herself down, though, as she only stooped to grab her backpack. “I am sorry for being unable to visit, although I really wanted to; you were at a very vulnerable age and had already moved into a class a year above you, and your parents should have been less hasty about replacing your main caretaker. The assassination attempts were unwarranted, but they did drive the point home that attempting contact was perhaps discouraged.”

“What,” said Tim. “Assassin what.”

“They were ninjas,” Jazzy offered, as if that was an answer. “Except the last one, which was a former marine. The point is that I do care about you, and wanted to ask if you had any idea where you’re going now that your parents are no longer…available guardians.”

Tim’s mouth opened. It closed.

Jazzy waited patiently.

“…How have you been?” Tim tried, resorting to a part of the script they hadn’t gone through yet.

Jazzy’s laugh was tired, but no less real. It was nothing like listening to his parents titter politely; he didn’t think Jazzy would even know how to fake a laugh. “Well, my brother told me that my former bosses had died, which was somewhat stressful. Otherwise, I’m pretty happy: I live with my brother and worked with him for the last few years. I was going to pursue medicine, but…well. The assassination attempts made it hard to interview for scholarships. I suppose that I could return to that now,” Jazzy mused, attention now elsewhere. She pulled the backpack off the floor and up into her grip. She opened it, and flipped through its contents. “How are you doing? I know that Wayne Manor fosters, but your parents were always rather…hands off. I thought the difference in levels of attention might be overwhelming.”

It was. Tim should be surprised how clearly she sees through him—

—But Jazzy used to watch him stim for almost a full hour after school, twisting Bunny’s arms back and forth until he could calm down. Seeing other people all day had been too much for him. Coming home from his parents’ parties had been similarly stressful.

She’d never been mad at him for it. She held him while he talked and stimmed and talked and talked and talked, and brushed his hair sometimes, or if it was very late and he was very young, helped him brush his teeth through all the medieval execution facts he could name.

“It is a lot to get used to,” Tim agreed quietly. He didn’t want to be ungrateful. He didn’t want to let on anyone about his plan to leave.

He had an out. The papers had already been filed; there was an actor waiting to play his uncle for a custody battle, ready for the fight.

Tim was ready to up and go. It was no hardship to leave all the good things here; anything beat making Bruce stick his fingers into Tim any deeper than they already were, compromising the dynamic they’d already established.

It was for the best.

“I can imagine,” Jazzy sympathized easily. “And I wanted to offer—well. I know there’s probably a lot of choices available to you, but my brother and I recently moved back to Gotham proper for the time being. He’s teaching astronomy courses at the university and I’m filing paperwork for Arkham patients. It’s not so privileged a home, but it’s quieter, and more central in town.”

…Tim’s heart skipped.

He. He couldn’t stop staring. Jazzy stared back at him, quiet and sure. Sure of what, Tim had no idea, but…

Why? Why would she want Tim? There was no way she would be able to get to his trust fund without his help, and he for sure knew better than to enable her ability to leech from him. The last time she’d known him, Tim had been a snot-nosed kid who cried all the time and couldn’t be normal for twenty consecutive minutes. His parents couldn’t even stand to be on the same hemisphere as him as a child. What appeal did this have for her?? What could having a teenager with severe baggage living in her house do for her?

And it’s not like there was any chance she knew he was Robin!

“Oh,” Jazzy suddenly interrupted. “I brought these for you, by the way. Your parents had tossed them out at various points; I’ve washed them since, of course.”

She handed him the backpack by the handle.

…Tim peeked inside.

On top was Bunny, still a washed-out faded sort of pink. He looked as fresh as he had the day when Tim’s parents had ”cleaned out” Tim’s nursery—in other words, a faded, a little gray, and slightly discolored from an old spaghetti stain. His button eyes were big and blue.

And beneath him were books that hadn’t passed his father’s muster as appropriately masculine reading material: The Velveteen Rabbit, with the cover a little scarred from a fierce attack of wet wipes. There’s A Monster at the End of This Book, with a goofy-looking Muppet on the cover, gold spine beat up beyond belief. Art Tim’s teacher at the time must have laminated and sent home; Tim’s dorky, crayon cat proved he would never make it as an artist, but attached to it was a photograph of a grinning boy with a bowl cut and a missing tooth.

Tim stared. There’d been purple marker on his hands and face. His grin looked…really bad, actually, like as if he was baring his teeth because he didn’t know how to smile. There was no formal grace there. Nothing to show the neighbors, nothing worth framing to put into the line of sight of the investors in the office.

Jazzy had kept it and brought it home with her. Jazzy had fished it out of the trash, and brought it with her to give back to him in Gotham.

It was crinkled like it’d been folded, over and over again. Further down in the bag was a crumpled certificate dedicated to “Timmy Drake, for: knowing a lot about octopi”, and a baby blanket Tim didn’t even remember. It had rocket ships on it. It looked as if someone had cut into it with scissors, although it had been obviously and brightly mended with red embroidery floss later on.

Jazzy had only been his nanny until Tim was seven. She had simply been gone one night, and Mom and Dad had been home for ten nights after without help before giving in and hiring Mrs. McIlvane and Mrs. Edith. Ms. Edith had never been so…permissive…with Tim as Jazzy had been.

Tim swallowed. He carefully put everything back into the backpack, unsure if he even wanted to keep it or not. It wasn’t like he could leave it here; he’d be gone, ideally, before the week was out. There was no point in taking it with him if he only planned to live with a stranger until he was eighteen.

“J…” Tim tried. He cut himself off before he could get too informal without prompting. “Miss Jasmine—“

“Just Jazz,” Jazzy corrected politely.

“—Why are you here?” Tim asked, ignoring how she’d technically already answered. He didn’t believe her. “What made my parents fire you?”

Jazzy’s expression turned…soft. Tim couldn’t look at her. Something horrible was welling with it, and he didn’t know how to cope.

“I’m here because I care about you,” Jazz repeated, and knelt beside him. She looked up into his face, and took his hand. Tim didn’t know why. He was practically an adult—he didn’t need this!

“And I was fired because your Mother overheard you calling me ‘Mommy’ on accident when you were tired. I suppose she was insulted, although I’d never know why; it’s not like she was ever home to bond with you in the first place.”

Tim’s throat closed. He missed his mom. He missed waiting up for his parents’ flight home, seeing their headlights outside the window, and knowing they’d bring home gifts from overseas. He missed using Mom’s perfume, and knowing he’d used more of the bottle sitting on her dressed than she ever had, but that it still smelled like her. He missed hearing his Dad telling all sorts of adventure stories and promises through the phone to be home for the holidays, even if Tim knew there was every chance he’d find some other way to spend the time back in Gotham.

And there was some small child in him who missed Jazzy, who hugged him and walked him to the library and made him soup from a can instead of fancy dinners and, who’d never needed to be waited for in the first place.

Tim looked at Jazzy’s round, freckled face.

He swallowed.

Tim moved out before the end of the week, as expected.

#dp x dc #Jazz fenton #tim drake #that one time Tim specifically hired a fake uncle so that Bruce couldn't adopt him #free to a good home #Jack Fenton knits btw #I'm not going to continue this but i thought it was a cool premise and needed its time. Have fun with it if you want to! #this is dedicated to all the fulltime nannies at the library who are fully just college girls raising babies #dpxdc #dcxdp #Jazz said is anyone going to raise this baby and was targeted by ninjas for it #I don't have any future plans BUT there is a moment where Dick tries to sneak into her apt to 'check it out' and she fully Gets Him with a #TBI and a Fenton CreepStickTM #also. parents who try to shape their kids by denying them every form of human comfort and access to their interests. You're dead to me #also also also I'm still a Tim Drake Autistic truther #not NOT inspired by the Say Uncle by Megarakles. This one's for you fellow fans #also. if he goes with her. He gets parented for the first time ever and it Sucks Ass lol. #faer fic

[bludgeon-alt]

hey, so, i've been a wilbur fan for ages, and i want to see the evidence against him. this isn't sarcasm or anything, i just genuinely want all the evidence so i can make a decision

Sure! I got you covered, anon. No shame in deliberating on the evidence yourself. I'll link you a few posts.

This is a good master post, but I will provide a few additional sources:

Shelby's Stream

A Follow-Up Tweet by Shelby

Additional Corroberating Statements From Former Lovejoy Trumpeter, Zoe

Statements From Admin of Wilbur's (unofficial) Discord

Statement From Julie Verlintox (Wilbur head mod/admin)

Clip of Shelby Talking More About Her Story on Lexie's Stream

Addition Piece of Potential Evidence Submitted by an Anon: Wayback Machine Archive of a Reddit Post Likely Made by Shubble in November; Mirrors Her Stream Statements

Additionally, both Smajor and Ranboo have unfollowed Wilbur. Make of all that what you will!

EDIT (3/27/24): Wilbur responded.

Shelby's Response to Wilbur's Response

Aimsey's Response to Wilbur's Response

Ranboo's Response to Wilbur's Response

Lexie's Response to Wilbur's Response

Punz's Response to Wilbur's Response

Tubbo's Response to Wilbur's Response

And many, many more.

#wilbur soot #wilbur soot allegations #<-- for filtering purposes #blu rants #blu speaks #blu rants is my discourse tag btw feel free to filter it if you don't want to see these posts #Update: and that's a wrap on that. There are too many responses to Wilbur for me to possibly list #If you're interested in the other responses check out the r/dreamwastaken2 sub #that's where I get most of my link sources

[kyouka-supremacy]

SOUKOKU & SHIN SOUKOKU | Illustrations by Sango Harukawa for Bungo Stray Dogs Second Exhibition

#I didn't see this illustration being posted besides the low quality / watermark one so I thought I would. I like this art #I mean I really like Atsushi and his outfit. And the sskk look like on a fancy date soooo #Btw this version is upscaled if you're interested in the original quality one just hmu #atsushi nakajima #ryūnosuke akutagawa #osamu dazai #chūya nakahara #bsd #bungou stray dogs #my edit #Just a bit #mine #This made me notice how similar Akutagawa and Dazai's poses are when put side by side. #It makes me picture it like Akutagawa was trying to look cool by imitating Dazai it's... Kind of adorable.

[gazkamurocho]

80s Kiryu's POV ❤

#lucky guy I tell you #ooooof 80s Goromi what are you doing to me... #my brainrot for 80s Goromi is still strong cuz I almost finished writing the doujinshi #just need to add the finishing touches to the smut part and it's done ❤ then to start storyboarding and drawing the pages! #btw I'm gonna post the no-tattoo version and the timelapse of this drawing on my Patreon later if you're interested in that! #yakuza #like a dragon #ryu ga gotoku #rgg #龍が如く #真島吾朗 #majima goro #goro majima #goromi #ゴロ美 #fanart #my art #gazkerber #illustration #games #videogames #80s goromi #nsft

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

At rest, your lungs wish to deflate, and your ribcage expands outwards.

#better drawn mdzs #mdzs #wei wuxian #yiling laozu #Happy Friday the 13th! #This is scientific fact btw! #Ventilation operates through a series of active and passive forces #The active forces being muscular contraction with inhalation and exhalation having their own set of muscles. #but the interesting part is the passive forces at work: #The lungs have a certain level of elasticity to them - meaning the more they expand the more the those elastic forces are functioning- #-to try and return the system to rest (exhalation passive forces). Your diaphragm is the main force - pushing against the lungs at rest. #Your ribcage on the other hand is under a state of being pulled outwards. It *wants* to be as open as possible. #These to contradicting forces create a constant push and pull which assists in the ebb and flow of air. Most significantly with exhalation. #Now that being said - the primary action of inhalation ventilation is through control centers in your brainstem. #If you lose connection to that due to trauma you're going to need ventilation assistance. #Small note: Respiration is the cellular event of chemical exchange in the alveoli. Ventilation is airflow and pressure. #They are both important but also very different things. Sadly used interchangeably. #My anatomy nerd brain is screaming over the inaccurate ribcage...but its...recognizable. I will get it right one day. #Okay nerd rant over (I cut out a lot of stuff about pressure gradients. They are cool. To me.) #This is a redraw of an mspaint doodle I made back in april. I yearn to make the Yiling Laozu eerie as he deserves #Tear that bitch (affectionate) apart! #Been playing around with hatching for a while and its amazing how many styles there are! Not sure I'll stick with this one (but it was fun)

[madpatti]

Another wip. Did a similar drawing a week ago with all Papas but I didn't like it too much. So I resketched it :)

#commissions are open btw #message me if you're interested #fan art #drawing #sketch #papa emeritus IV #secondo #primo #terzo #Copia #ghost band #madpatti

[raccoonwxrks]

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This idea is stupid but I had a stupid nostalgic feeling while listening to 80s music so here we go ✌️

#missig the 80s and I didn't even lived that shit #btw I loved drawing Chuuya like a young Kevin Bacon in Footloose #if you're interested this au has a sad ending #bc I love the angst #but ehi they met in a disco and started dating #and Chuuya wants to be a rockstar obv like every 80s teen #Dazai just likes music and that small ginger he's very in love with #soukouku #bungo stray dogs fanart #digital art #bungou gay dogs #bsd dazai #bsd chuuya #chuuya nakahara #dazai osamu #skk #80s skk au

[bixels]

What did/do you like about Pharah?

Uh, gameplay-wise, I really love characters in shooters who rely on three-dimensional movement techs. Chaining together hover and jump to stay in the air for as long as possible and keep momentum is so satisfying, and picking enemies off from the sky made me feel like a bird of prey. I was a good Pharah main.

Story-wise, there unfortunately isn't much to canonically go off because Pharah is so underutilized and neglected. Her personality's pretty boilerplate "heroic hero" (she's literally inspired by Captain America).

But it's the crumbs/bits and pieces that I really latched onto. Pharah's a confirmed lesbian; her short story with Baptiste implies she harbors a crush on Mercy (fucking thank you.). She's biracial Egyptian/First Nations. She has major mommy issues, having grown up both admiring and resenting Ana. She's the bridge between Old Overwatch, inspired by the idealized heroes who surrounded her childhood, and New Overwatch. She's one of the only inter-generational characters in the cast; someone whose experiences span the gap, which is why I seriously believe Pharah would make a great main character.

There isn't much to go off of, though; she's a very uncomplicated character (she's a soldier for a private military corporation, lol.). But that just means she's a blank slate character, so I've seen fanfic writers run wild and create some really interesting takes on her. My favorite interpretation of her's a dense, herbo gym-bro type (a lot of her liens are about work outs, exercising, and playing sports) who's easily excitable under her seemingly self-serious, armored visage. We see how she tends to gloat and hype herself up when she's on a streak too, so Pharah definitely has a competitive and boastful side under her more professional and militant performance.

Now Mercy? Mercy is a real complex character.

#i was a diehard pharmercy shipper back then btw #the inherent homoerotic experience of pharmercy gameplay. #the homoerotic experience of looking to the skies to fly to safety under the protection of your knight in shining armor #the homoerotic experience of feeling white hot murderous rage at an enemy trying to pick off your pocket mercy #i still kinda despise gency lmao. you cannot convince me mercy would be in love with genji. at all. #he'd make her feel so uncomfortable and guilty. in my head. the canon is obviously different #gency is sexless. absolutely zero bite or tension. #i could go on about mercy and how her character has so much missed potential #i'm no longer in my overwatch fandom phase but #i still think about that new flirty line they added in ow2 where mercy goes “ahh you're like my knight in shining armor!” #and pharah goes “that's what i'm goin for ;)” and i sigh dreamily #really happy that pharah outright says she's a lesbian too but it's hard to feel good about rep when you know blizzard uses it for pr #to be honest i'm willing to bet cash that blizzard's keeping pharmercy in their back pocket as ammo for the next controversy #last year we already saw logs about pharah fretting and taking care of mercy and the two talking about how good it is to see each other #tbh pharah has the same energy/demeanor as applejack. cheerful and competitive in a can of whoopass #but yeah overall pharah's a pretty shallow character. i have IDEAS on how i'd go about deepening her but. whatever #that's sorta what happens when you have to juggle a cast of 40 characters. a lot get left with the bare minimum #ok so i wrote this entire post up saying that pharah isn't in ow2's storymode when she is. she's in the story i just. forgot #because she doesn't do or contribute anything interesting #ok i'm stopping here. overwatch's story is such an interesting narrative mess i could go on for hours #i dunno how you come up with such incredible character designs and give them such an unincredible story #it's also so so so interesting seeing the conflicting takes on characters the writers have #mercy in gameplay and voicelines is peppy and cheerful and optimistic #but mercy in the storymode journal logs is tired. jaded. a total shut in who forgets to leave her room and social #and YES! THAT'S WHAT I WANT!!! THAT'S MERCY TO ME!!! THE DOCTOR WHO FORGETS TO TAKE CARE OF HERSELF #ask me #anon

[songsofnoble]

i would like to promote matt dahan's radio-musical series, pulp musicals bc it is SORELY underappreciated. it features james tolbert, mariah rose faith, curt mega w other starkid members making guest appearances (kim whalen and jaime lynn beatty are featured in the second episode) and is based on a real lide event where a struggling new york newspaper began claiming their was proof of intelligent life and a civilization on the moon.

in the musical, the stratford twins, rose and samuel, are behind the plot, using famous astronomer john herschel's name within the lie to add more credibility, claiming the information comes from his journals. chaos ensues as everyone believes the lie and they end up digging themselves further into the mess as the newspaper samuel works for keeps wanting more stories from john herschel's journals leading to betrayals and ppl who they never expected to discover their lie discover it. and that's just in episode 1!

the songs and lyrics and music in general is gorgeous highly recommend.

#only learned about this when mariah posted a clip from i think episode three (which i haven't checked out yet) and it seemed intriguing #curt and mariah play love interests btw and they're actually rlly cute #pulp musicals #matt dahan #mariah rose faith #james tolbert #curt mega #kim whalen #jaime lyn beatty #you're better thinking of the episodes like seasons imo #i rlly think pulp musicals would work quite well as a book series or a tv show honestly

[rotisseries]

who wants to hear my absolutely stunning ideas for atla soap opera aus

#I said katara was bi in these discord messages but if you let me think about it for longer than 5 seconds I'll make a lesbian out of her #anyway I think this is the funniest concept in the world actually going forward I'm a divorced z*tara truther #if I have any secret z*tara fans following me (IDK HOW??? BUT JUST IN CASE) btw I'm sorry about this #I don't like them. I think you're used to that response though #atla #zukka #I guess. they are not the focus but we did talk about them #ok well if I'm tagging that #kazula #let's talk about kazula actually that is SUCH an interesting concept to me why is it not a more popular ship for azula at least #(<- girl who will ship any two women in the same age bracket ESPECIALLY if it's toxic) #ANYWAY THINK ABOUT HOW FUNNY THIS WOULD BE THOUGHHHH #DIVORCED Z*TARA I AM LOSING MY SHITTTT #if it's not clear here we all think zuko is gay as hell that boy does not like women

[jjwannie]

FLYING KISS GUY (cr. 0613data)

+ the most relatable reaction ever:

#seokjin #bts #btsedit #usersky #useremmeline #shirleytothesea #trackofthesoul #heyryen #userkelli #annietrack #usermaggie #userbangtan #seokjinedit #*gifs #*fkg #thought it was time for this one #iconic #this is from Baek Jong-won's Top 3 Chef King episode 67 btw #if you're interested in watching

[astrolotte]

Thinking of writing a fic where Wiggly calls Nibbly the "least evil Lord in Black" (a canonical fact about him fyi), and Nibbly responds by deciding to supposedly 'prove him right' by sabotaging his latest apocalypse and working with the humans. Just to fuck with him. As brothers do.

No clue if anyone would even be interested in it but I'm highly considering it. Maybe I'll see where this goes.

edit: turns out people are very interested in this, so I've started writing it! if you're intrigued enough here's the ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/51812965

#hiding this in the tags #as the story goes on i think it would be interesting to explore Nibbly's relationship with his whole. evilness. #and maybe even end up with it as an exploration of how an evil god turns ''good'' (more like morally gray) #as he gets attached to the humans he's working with (a few select main characters of the trilogy) #and as he pretends to be a good person he sort of. almost becomes one. #and how that would feel to a god whose sole purpose is to be cruel and evil. and hungry. #but idk if people would be interested in that #which is why im hiding it in the tags #hello if you're reading this :) #i've watched Nightmare Time btw i know the lore B) #npmd #starkid #nerdy prudes must die #lords in black #nibblenephim #nibbly #writing #hatchetfield #hatchetverse #hatchetfield fanfic

[gale-force-storm]

You know, I think my favorite thing about Gale's whole "watching you in battle makes me horny" scene is like. He's not wrong. A brush with danger does in fact increase one's desire for "other forms of stimulation". Studies have shown that being in situations that cause a rush of adrenaline, be that going on a roller coaster, seeing a scary movie, walking across a swinging suspension bridge, or something else, increase feelings of attraction. It's literally a Known Thing that adventurous stuff is great to do on a date because it will most likely make you more into each other.

Idk, I just love that his come-on is not only extremely nerdy, but also scientifically accurate. Feels correct and I'm glad they did it lol

#gale dekarios #gale of waterdeep #meta #i would pull up the studies about it but frankly it's nearly midnight and i'm halfway through a bottle of wine #and i do not feel like looking them up right now lol #sorry to get all couples therapist on main i was just going through that scene again and it really tickles me #like yes please have my sweet nerdy man hit on me with only the most research-backed of statements please and thank you #for those curious btw it's thought the reason for this is because physically speaking all arousal is basically the same #whether it's fear or horniness or excitement or whatever it's all an adrenaline response #so our brains use context clues to determine which emotion to pair with the sensation #and if you pair something scary/thrilling with a possible romantic interest your brain can get its wires crossed #and decide that instead of feeling this way because of the scary thing you feel this way because your hot for the person you're with

[batsplat]

Casey Stoner, Pushing the Limits

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#casey stoner #valentino rossi #// #cs27 #vr46 #i realised i had one important take about the casey/vale rivalry that isn't linked to my actual thesis about them because. listen #i think about this line like. once a week. it haunts me in my sleep. i cannot carry this burden on my own any longer #casey. casey. is it really cOVERED?? with luminous yellow?? COVERED???? #i'm not massively fond of the shade of red either but i don't think valentino was involved in making it more orange #my man saw the tiniest hint of yellow and was like 'what the fuck is this' #like valentino's LEATHERS are a wee bit yellow but that's!! not!! the bike!! also casey YOU had the aussie flag on your bloody bike number #the green is also on nicky hayden's gp12 btw like it's LITERALLY JUST THE NUMBER that's yellow #YOU DON'T EVEN SEE THE SEAT WHEN HE'S SITTING ON THE GP11 CASEY IT'S A RED BIKE #i don't have a coherent point about this but it is a LITTLE fascinating! like this made it into his autobiography!! #it's such an interesting thing to even notice no? like you're thinking about their stunning blood red being contaminated? #Does He View Valentino Rossi As An Infection? this is some symbolically potent shit when u think about it #do u think all valentino's victims have like. some kind of deeply ingrained aversion to the colour yellow. pavlovian response and all that #to be clear i find this very funny and i support casey in being a bit demented about valentino. who amongst us

[shepherds-of-haven]

#poll #random #we full on paused the real game MC polls for this #because I'm very interested in what everyone would pick #Shery won the babysitting poll with Tallys in second place btw! #Shepherds of Haven #silly #you also don't know it will be 12 hours when you're in there btw #could be 2 hours--could be 2 days #you guys have no way of knowing at the time 🥰

[aethernoise]

So, I typically keep my BG3 posting to my side account, but this is far too amazing to not put in front of a much wider audience so BEHOLD!! my Tav (Xandra) and Gale by the incomparable @britishmuffin

This ship has me in a mage hand stranglehold and I'm not complaining. I love them & I am obsessed with how gorgeous Muffin drew them here. My crops are watered my skin is clear my spell slots are all replenished. Thank you for your time (& Muffin for an always wonderful experience).

#a rare non-ffxiv content appears #bg3 art #baldur's gate 3 #gale dekarios #gale of waterdeep #gale x tav #xandragale #art for me #commissioned art #btw if you're interested #my side account is @ esides #it's a hodgepodge mess but #it's where i reblog bg3 things #and occasionally post my own doodles/screaming #going back to staring at this for 8 hours excuse me