#but it seems that my writings off a bit

[johnbleepingzoidberg]

UNTITLED EVIL LUIGI AU COMIC THING | Page 2 & 3 of (???)

Eggman Bowser’s come to make an announcement. Particularly to shut down any premonitions Mario may be holding onto a little too tightly. Bowser and Mario are able to set aside their differences (for now, at least) so that they can work together on a common goal-- figuring out where the hell Luigi is.

(A/N under cut)

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believe me when i say i really wanted to link all the pages together in a neat, practical way so that everything would appear more organized than it actually is, but tumblr hates me and won’t let my posts show up in the tags if i include a hyperlink of any kind. :D

i read somewhere that tumblr only disallows posts from showing up in tags if it includes an external link (vs an internal/link to another tumblr page), which, in theory, shouldnt be an issue since the pages i’d be linking to are also on tumblr but regardless it’s not cooperating with me anyway. i’ve been on tumblr for what feels like a million years but this is the first time ive tried to make my posts cohesive like this so if anyone knows how to fix this issue im all ears 🙃 for the record, everything related to this au will be going into the following tags on my blog: #my art, and #evil luigi au. we’ll just have to sort things that way for now, i guess 😭

i start work tomorrow so can’t say when there will be a new page but i do have a lot planned out already. so hopefully i’ll be able to continue what ive started for at least a handful of more pages 🤠 next page will be fun to work on. for a bowuigi-centered story, where’s the luigi?! he’ll show up soon. just in the form of a flashback for now though 👀

also sorry if my handwriting is evil. it’s just personally easier/faster to write out everything by hand than type everything out but i may try to type the next page’s dialogue to see how it goes and to see if it makes things look ✨cleaner✨

(also also i spent so much time trying to figure out how to draw them doing a handshake for the “truce” panel. i ultimately failed. therefore.... fist bumps LMAO)

#bowuigi #bowser x luigi #bowser #mario #super mario bros #super mario movie #bowuigi comic #my art #mine #evil luigi au #remember how i said last time there will be absolutely no consistency to this in any sense of the word #these 2 pages really showcase that LOL #love how i go from drawing bowser with a full set of teeth to like. 3 #maybe i really should consider typing out the text thatd probably help #anyway i hope i can keep this going for a bit #i do plan on writing an original comic someday so this is good practice/is a good confidence booster for me #i love drawing bowser holding teeny ass cups. it is so funny to me. why #also working on trying to better distinguish this story from mr L's story #because when i started it i did not really know about the whole mr L thing LOL #so im hoping it doesnt seem like im trying to like.......rip off that whole concept #that would be sad :(

[clippy]

put all these in one post on Twitter but haven't done that here so... *reposts these in honor of the EM remake*

#he might get some slight design modifications once the new game is out #since his paint for seems have changed just a lil bit w the updated graphics #anyways...... i need to draw EM Clockboy more he's so sillay and also my funny boyfriend #epic mickey #epic mickey clock tower #need to get off my ass and write down all my headcanons for him but i always forget to -_-''' #cuz i have one (1) that's slightly revisionist to the game to make him more hashtag relateable to me

[human-encounters-diary]

Day 16

As the human and I did not share any duties during this particular cycle, I decided now might be a fitting time to inform the Vitrichl about the aforementioned book, which could possibly grant a further insight into Terrans.

Despite the quite serious circumstances we are currently in, I was able to secure a time frame to initiate a conversation regarding this topic.

I repeated the information V-7 had been able to conjure on this as well as other stories and reports on humans.

"There seems to be one…obstacle, though: The book‘s last documented location is in system Skė-51-33, which does not seem to be even remotely near our current route.", I eludicated.

The Vitrichl seemed to consider the information given, keeping in mind the reason the SIIR Noxos usually avoids this particular system: its unfriendly and occasionally aggressive nature.

Concluding, I was able to convince the Vitrichl through the benefits this book could provide in the task of studying humans, causing the Vitrichl to eludicate that changing the route was currently not possible, but as soon as the chance was offered to us, we would make a short detour through this system to retrieve said book, given that the book was still located there.

In the meantime, I was tasked with retrieving as much possible information on this particular and other sources about humans.

Our arrival on Fendaar is imminent, as we are nearing the planet‘s atmosphere. Further reports will follow.

#So um. Hiiiii #Sorry once again for my absence I‘ve been in a bit of a writing slump the past few days for some reason #I actually had this chapter laying around for a few days basically finished but unfortunately. Written on paper. By hand. #And I kind of avoided making a digital form and typing everything off again #And before anyone asks no I cannot just take a photo and copy the text out because I happen to write in cursive <33 #Also I had work 😔 but I got to pet animals sooo #By “animals” I am referring to actual animals and not the kids I had to look after lol #But I‘m back now!! #This chapter seems kinda short #It IS kinda short I mean #But this is for actual plot reasons for once and not bc I had little time to write lol #Bc the next chapter they literally land on a planet so it‘ll likely be long asf again 😀👍 #Anyway #nr.16 #day 16 #earth is space australia #humans are space orcs #humans are weird #space australia #humans are insane #humans are terrifying #humans in space #humans are space oddities #humans are space australians #humans are crazy #humans are awesome #original writing #humans from an outsider perspective #alien pov #original story

[samarecharm]

I should add poledancing to the list of odd talents that Akira has but has no business having due to growing up in a small suburban town. I only had access to it bc i had a YMCA that had a MASSIVE gym (in a criminally underfunded part of the city); there were poles put up alongside some other structures to allow counselors to make up some shit for us to do lmao

Hes got a flair about him; speaking from experience, it is FUN to do gymnastic shit like that, and its really really REALLY good for ur core. Other things on the list are basic gymnastics (he hates that shit tho, the classes he took sucked ass), Parkour (loves this; less about running and more about utilizing ur core and bracing for falls), and Knife Flipping/Spinning. Theyre all odd things that coincidentally ended up being VERY good experience for the metaverse :) YEAH the metaverse makes it easier to pull off tricks, but he already knew how to do all those things; you cant get Ryuji or Yusuke to spin kick off a pole wo having them fall and bust their ass- Its ALL skill babey

#chattin #akira #i also hc him as someone who Can do yoga but hates doing it alone bc its boring #but he LIVES off of attention #and being good at doing extreme yoga poses will give u ppls undivided attention LMAO #hes like. before i learn this thing. is it Cool? and will it make people say ‘what the fuck?’ out loud? #i feel like he wouldnt tell anyone about anything voluntarily #ann makes a comment about pole dancing bc shes seen some of the older models do it #and it just seems so impossibly out of reach for her. and hes like. do u have a trainer? i could help #‘what do u mean help???’ ‘what else would that mean? help you Do the Thing bc i know how to Do it’ #ann is the only person whos seen it outside of the metaverse. hes a bit clumsy w more extreme poses but hes good at spinning :)! #she manages to get herself upside down and they both scream in shock and joy #the whole time ive been writing im like. i wonder if theres some people i can find in my area #im working out again and pole dancing would be fun #or rock climbing tbh #i just like climbin on shit like a little monkey lol

[proudfreakmetarusonniku]

like, genuinely. taking accountability for your actions in perpetuation of abuse and rape culture is the first step to changing that culture. it doesn’t make you a bad person just because you did a bad thing (unless you were intentionally trying to cause harm) but you have to admit you are not immune to accidentally supporting the bad thing and take accountability for that. if you supported george's statements on sexual harassment, or dream's sexual jokes towards minors, or sapnap getting paid money to stream on a platform which openly harbours rapists and sex abusers, you've been a part of keeping the environment that makes it hard for victims to have come out. if you started believing in anti-victim sentiments and harassed other abuse victims for talking about how it made them uncomfortable, you’ve supported this environment. if you assumed anyone uncomfortable with your streamer or trying to talk out against them was inherently lying solely because it was your streamer, you helped support an enviroment that fostered abusers.

and that sounds harsh, and I’m sorry. but it’s true. and to a degree, I think everyone in this community has done that with people at one point in their lives. it's very easy to be manipulated, but it’s also very easy to be wilfully blind, and that’s not something irredeemable or a permanent stain. you can change, but you need to identify in yourself what caused you to act like that and make a conscious change. it’s healthier for you and it’s healthier for the environment. if we want to avoid this in the future, we need to be proactive in calling out actual potentially harmful behaviour, even if it’s from someone you like. or we will continue to harbour mass amount of abusers.

most content creators are not abusers. most, to be honest, are awkward introverted nerds with social anxiety. at least, that’s what i've got from the ones my brother knows (and that includes some big ccs). but while they’re a huge part of it bc being in front of a camera instead of people is a huge draw, there’s another draw that attracts a less savoury crowd- and that’s the position of power. and unless you’re willing to listen and be kind to genuine, serious criticism of harmful actions, and ccs are willing to do the same, abuse and sexual assault WILL continue to be normalised in these spaces. it is not your sole responsibility, but it IS a responsibility to make sure to avoid that now you know the possibilities aggressively attacking any criticism can hide. caiti had to deal with people with her abusers face threaten her for speaking negatively towards him. do not let that happen again.

#obviously not every dteam stan or member of dtblr knew #you aren’t accountable if you genuinely didn’t know about any of these things or did try and speak out about them #but the amount of people I’ve seen who posted abuse apologism acting like there was nothing they could have done and like. #I’m sorry. I sympathise with you but there was something you could have done #And that was not leap on anyone who said anything slightly negative about dream george or Sapnap #this isn’t like wilbur who didn’t have widespread criticism for stuff like this #at least to my knowledge- it very much seems like he made sure to have any of that show in ways that were easy to write off as bits #but these. aren’t. these aren’t bits these were things that these people did in serious situations. #Punz too I guess but idk if anyone did that with him #this isn’t drama this isn’t discourse this is real peoples lives. don’t treat them like blorbo in your shows.

[quinn-pop]

yet another oc that only exists because i wanted to write something very specific

(middle is a little older, hence her scar healing. i like to think she gets a glass eye at some point)

anyway this is mira! (they/she) since that wip is almost 20k words and counting i won’t give away too much but long story short she’s the result of meta going “one last time, i promise” and adopting yet another kid

also galaxia kinda indirectly picked the name :)

i’ve mentioned before that i headcanon that pretty much all astrals are autistic and this is just kinda an extension of that. whereas meta tends to suppress his emotions and conform to others, mira…doesn’t. she gets uncomfortable and upset and lashes out at people easily, and working through their emotions is no small task.

the main reason i chose to write them that way was for the sake of narrative but i’ve grown attached to it because there’s a lot of ideas there i’d like to explore. stuff about navigating emotions and relationships when existing is so suffocatingly uncomfortable. it’s not something i could center around Kirby himself, but i think it makes sense with a post character development meta knight.

they are very loved (omg oldee cameo???)

kirby was definitely very excited to have younger siblings after being used to being the youngest in the room for so long!! (with the like. one and only exception being gooey.) he’s super affectionate with both of them and wants to have a close relationship one day, but for now mira is pretty unappreciative of that fact lol. they don’t like being pestered for hugs

everyone else is okay tho

(i know that’s hard to read. oops. “obvious bite marks”. siblings being siblings.)

mira also has a very love/hate relationship with the egg kid, being so close in age they kinda Have to get along but in typical sibling nature they also fight a lot. sure it’s probably rough for a while but i think in the end they’d be good buddies. maybe not as close as Kirby and Bandee but still.

anyway i have a lot of thoughts and am very busy but. i’m really enjoying writing about all this lately it’s been fun ^^

#I picked a name and then proceeded to write a comic in pen in which i used that name and posted it #and only after all that did i learn that mira is becoming a very popular name. which i generally avoid #but oh well. it’s stuck #im gonna be completely honest a lot of how i pick names for characters is based off of how many puns i can make out of it #im sorry to disappoint you with that information /j #kirbyposting #my art or something #meta knight #kirby #king dedede #metadede #Kirby oc #semi future au #I swear i’ll introduce oldee one day im just bad at having drawing ideas #also trying very hard to not make self deprecating comments over some of this art cause i just. don’t really want to spend forever redrawing #stuff anymore. like I used to do for a lot of these posts. It’s whatever #anyway kinda a part two to yesterday’s post (as in: I made sure they were both ready at the same time so i could queue them together lol) #weirdly enough this isn’t all that different from my dmk interpretation #i can’t really decide what color she is either #part of me wants to say bright blue red eyes because i think that would look absolutely sick but that seems like a bit too much blue #all things considered #maybe bright yellow blue eyes idk ill figure it out later (maybe)

[skitskatdacat63]

Boy King Seb :D

#thank you to Grace for the idea of making his chivarly collar red bull instead <33333 #he was gonna have both collars but then making that one made me suffer so no not today #this was a lot of fun but also made me suffer. but i keep looking at it and being like AAAHHHHH BABY!!! BABY BOY!!!!!!! #can you believe i tried to do this in one night? i cant #i stopped and came back to it and was like 'no way you could do this in one sitting at 1 am' #this is kinda the ascended form of that very first sketch i made for this au! concentrated boy king sebby!!! #i say to myself i need to take a break from drawing complicated things but youll prob see a nando version of this in less than a week ;;; #okay about the drawing(i wrote good tags and then tumblr deleted them so these are a bit inferior AGH): #this is typical pouty seb but is also referenced off a specific pic from AD 2009(beloved) #its very important to me how emotionally open Seb is. im not sure the specific context of this. maybe after a triumph? #but instead of being that typical stoic serious detached kind of ruler; i like him being openly emotional(think AD 2010) #its important as well for his dichotomy with nando and how they choose to portray themselves #seb is very assured in himself and his rule vs. nando who is more insecure and bitter about his #so nando takes strides to portray himself in that more stoic calculating way bcs he feels like it helps him legitimize himself better #whereas seb has absolutely no care for outward public image and shows how he feels and is loved for it(nando hates it but loves it) #not that nando cant be fun and whimsical!! but to me he always seems a bit more mysterious; like i can never tell his true thoughts tbh #anyways i feel like ill finish 10 more drawings before i end up posting the lore pt 2 LMAO #its just a lot harder to organize and layout compared to part 1 which was just an explanation #pt2 would be a mix of more world building/characterization/anecdotes ive talked about with mutuals(LOVE YOU GUYS!!!) #i have a *lot* of ideas (gotta whip out my notes app every once in a while to write down stuff abt it) just hard to put into a coherent pos #sebastian vettel #f1 #formula 1 #f1 art #formula 1 art #f1 fanart #formula 1 fanart #catie.art. #*ill prob make a process post later if anyone is curious!! its fun to write abt my process and influences and such #boy king au

[chronicowboy]

fuck it friday!

too impatient to wait to be tagged (but i was tagged by @try-set-me-on-fire and @alyxmastershipper for the poll thing but seen as this is my one and only wip at the moment i won't be doing that) and it's literally been friday for twenty minutes but i don't care because i finally got chim involved in the heartbreaking conversations and it might be the best one yet so....

"Hey, can I talk to you for a sec?" he asks quietly like somebody is going to jump out from behind a door with a hidden camera.

"Of course," Karen replies, probably already thinking about the tequila in her purse.

"Oh, uh, no." Eddie blinks. "Sorry, I was talking to Chim." He only feels a little bad about the hurt on Karen's face, more amused by the utter bemusement in her wide eyes.

"Sure, you can talk to me," Chim says slowly, squinting between them. His eyes catch on something behind Eddie. It's Maddie, Eddie knows by the way his eyes soften. It's the same thing that happens to him when he sees Buck. "Hey, Jee, look who's over there."

"Mama!" Jee squeals, wriggling all the way as Chim lowers her to the floor. She's off like a shot as soon as Chim lets her go, and Maddie crouches down to catch her in a perfectly practised move, spinning her around as she peppers her face with kisses.

"Okay, bud." Chim slaps him on the shoulder and brushes past him towards the reception. "Let's talk."

Eddie bullies him into a remote corner hidden by some large, assumably fake plant and slaps on his most threatening scowl.

"You are not to say a fucking thing about what I'm going to ask you," Eddie warns him. "No Chimney comments, no shit-eating remarks, nothing. Got it?"

"Well, hey now." Chim frowns. "I don't know what I'm agreeing to here. What if you're about to tell me you, Eddie Diaz, are cursed?"

"Mierda," Eddie hisses, backing Chim up against the wall with another step.

"Oh, my God. Eddie, are you about to tell me you've been cursed?" He grins, every bit as smug and shit-eating as Eddie had feared. "Waitwaitwait. Let me get my phone out to record—"

"I'm in love with Buck," Eddie says then. It's entirely unplanned, Eddie knows because he freezes just as much as Chimney does. It's entirely unplanned, but it's a goddamn effective way to get Chimney to shut the fuck up.

"What?" Chim chokes out, eyes wide and alarmed like he's already anticipating blurting it out to half the wedding party.

"Okay, now do I have your attention?" Eddie rolls his eyes, hopes to God it's enough to play it off. Chimney's shoulders relax a little, so he takes it as a win. "Look, I don't know what the fuck is going on with me and I hate what I'm about to bring upon myself by telling you this, but there's really no other option at this point." He sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose. "I'm either psychic or trapped in a time loop."

Chimney cackles. It's a full on witch's cackle, a belly laugh that bubbles up from deep inside him like he's been waiting for Eddie to cave since Ravi had uttered the dreaded Q word—briefly, Eddie spares a solemn thought for the other, more dreaded Q word he'd caved to somewhere along the way, a word he may have acquainted himself with sooner if it weren't for a spilled coffee and an ice pack.

tagging some lovely people sooo prematurely so i guess just keep this one in the bank for friday if you've got something to share ??? @danielsousa @butchdiaz @diazass @shitouttabuck

#sami rambles #okayyy this doesn't seem heartbreaking i know this is the moment of levity before chim comes in with a sucker punch #also this fic is going to be so funny to edit bc it'll literally just be a rollercoaster of 'oh this is the bit i was excited about' #and 'oh this is the bit that made me want to gnaw my own fingers off instead of writing' #buddie wip #palm springs au #fuck it friday #tag game

[lokisaved]

The wildest thing about getting to take a photo with Tom is that it didn't feel quite real, like he wasn't a real person standing there in front of me that I was about to be right next to. I partially attribute that to how fast the line was going, but even if I had a bit more time to process, I surely would have felt the same: that a man whose life, basically, I had been following since 2013, was in the same room as me and I was mere feet away.

I was lightheaded in the moments prior to the photo, although whether due to being hungry and needed water or overwhelmed suddenly despite not feeling it before (and thrown off by the girl in front of me trying to hold a brief conversation and the crew trying to escort her away), I'm not sure. I do wonder how Tom feels about the whole thing, about how fast it went.

We greeted each other, I got to shake his hand (his hand really is big, much larger than I expected, yet when he shook mine, it didn't feel overwhelming, and he didn't crush me), he put his arm behind me and mine behind him (his coat was quite soft; my mom speculated it's a nice/fancy wool), we smiled, FLASH, I thanked him (I can't recall if he thanked me), and off I went.

While fast, definitely 100% worth it. I've never had the chance to go anywhere else he's been due to time and money, but this time, the stars aligned.

I was lucky enough to have enough income to be able to do that plus get better seating for the live show, which was also definitely worth it; I wasn't as close as I would have liked, but better than higher up—and the general seating filled up really fast, so much so that when it got delayed due to autographs (I get the sense they overbooked him, because he had to go BACK after it was done), they told us not to leave the theatre because so many people couldn't get in.

Anyway, I absolutely loved being able to hear him talk in person, and he told pretty much all new stories this time! At least, new to me, but I'm pretty sure most of them had not been told before, probably because the audience got to ask the questions (using a Google forms from the week before that was only open for twenty-four hours AND I MISSED—and they had apparently 84 questions?? Surely they could have left that open longer, then).

I really hope I get the opportunity to see him in person again in some form or fashion; i.e. I'd probably do an autograph, or if he's got enough live event, just pay for good seating for that. I don't know if I'll get so lucky a second time, and I will definitely cherish this for a long while.

#tom is probably one of the few people I'd pay this much money to see/interact with #aside from burt reynolds this is probably the highest caliber celebrity I've interacted with/been near #I don't know if tom wopat counts and im probably forgetting someone who isn't a singer from the 60s (peter noone) #megacon #megacon orlando #tom hiddleston #loki #we interrupt your regularly scheduled reblogging from 5 years ago for something completely unexpected #i will probably write this down in my journal but i reaaaalllly wanted to put this out there #idk if it'll go in the tag though lol whatever im not looking for a bunch of notes or anything #also despite tom being 6'2“ he didnt seem quite as tall as i expected and i attribute that to the fact #that i have a coworker who's six foot that ive been working with for 4 years come summer #so ive gotten used to it haha but he definitely was still tall #also i was wearing books with a bit of a heel so that took the edge off the height difference #*boots not books im not sure how i missed that #also also. his weekend look was much better than his friday look. also he looked very good in person 😌👌 #it's strange now looking at old photos of him with his real hair and stubble and having a sort of cognitive dissonance #between that and what i saw yesterday 😆 #my stuff

[suffarustuffaru]

I love your otto brainrot. He's favorite person to gush about in this series. I also love your analysis about one of the latest chapters and regarding Otto! ust, chef's kiss.

Anyhow, I would also like to add a crack theory about why otto never talked about his dp allowing him to talk to infants too. In this moment, it very much be because, as you said, he wants Spica to be eliminated. But! We're thinking small here. My question morphs into a more general perspective; why would Otto, and tappei to an extent, keep such information about his dp under wraps for this long, way before these Spica shenanigans? And I feel like the author may want to expand on that regard. Because as far as the rest of the crew knows (and as far as I remember), they know he can only talk to animals. But that chapter states he can talk to any living being (?), which I think may hint to it being a bigger fucking deal than we may realize. Like outside the Louis development, as well as Otto's frustration development, this power in of itself can cause a ripple of what Otto's capabilities are, and to not underestimate it.

So, now I wonder, would tappei utilize this tidbit for more development about Otto's power? What do you think?

aa thank you for liking my otto stuff!! i adore him a lot and arc 8 has me even more fixated on him bc his development is so Fascinating.... and also my fictional character type has always been the weird fucked up ones with terrible morals HAH.

OK ALSO LIKE i love your crack theory to bits. i think like the idea of his capabilities being A Little More Massive than they already are hasnt really occurred to me if only bc 1. i have like one braincell at a time and 2. ottos unhinged anger and various ugly habits (ie: doing things behind his friends backs HAH) were smth i was distracted by (positive) bc its so fascinating and now Finally everyone reading rezero knows hes crazy For Sure and 3. i think like. idk ive always kind of thought that his power is like super crazy like once you think about it. like iirc theres the canonical fact that other people in the fantasy world whove had ottos dp have gone like insane from it, so hes Basically the outlier here. and also hes insane anyway but his dp absolutely has partly to do with it. not only bc it like affects so much of his life with the constant overstimulation he experienced for a big chunk of his childhood along with the other effects it had with how he was behind his peers for a while and it made him socially awkward and anxious - but also like.

animals Are insane. a lot. genuinely. and then you have a power that allows you to understand them and hear their voices all the time. (more under read more bc its Long.)

theres so many fucked up animal facts out there HAH so i suppose that could just take like a couple google searches (god.... if oceans were in the fantasy world otto might go a little insane with all those sea creatures if he ever came close...) but i always feel like ottos learned at least a bit of his ruthlessness from that. and hes Definitely seen and heard shit (dont forget stuff like livestock ahah T^TT or bug infestations or something aljsdfls or the fact that otto would probably be seeing animal friends eat other animal friends or before he even knew he had his dp he could be eating some cattle he had a convo with like twenty minutes ago and ALSO garf and fred have their meat pie recipe that they adore and its like. that meat came from an animal and otto has most likely seen them make their meat pie before). but like nature is nature. its not always. Nice. survival of the fittest and things just die sometimes (ottos made various animal friends throughout his life and Many animals have smaller lifespans than him as well + some, such as bugs, are more fragile than him) and animals take actions according to their Nature (even if its. Bad, by human moral standards.) and all that - so i think the double whammy of ottos dp and him taking on merchant ideals is very much partly why hes so insane fr HAH.

I WENT A LITTLE OFF TOPIC BUT no yeah i agree. and i just think his dp has always been such a huge factor in what makes him so dangerous - its not only helped mold him into who he is as a person (especially when you remember that the rest of his family are Normal People and he Very Much Is Not Normal) but also like you said. his dp makes him extremely dangerous especially with the new information that he understands babies. iirc otto didnt Necessarily keep that bit of info under wraps - at least not before he met the emilia camp, bc the text said something about how hed take on side jobs where he babysat infants and hed be good at it bc he can understand the intent behind their wordless "words". and i definitely think otto - and tappei - havent really said anything on his ability to talk to infants before this bc it just hasnt come up in much relevant context until now. BUT I ALSO THINK YOU HAVE A POINT bc this does open like. a bit of a can of worms. theres these 2019 tappei qnas where he talks a bit about otto understanding "intent" -

Q: Is Otto's Blessing of the Spirit of Words limited to sounds that the speaker understands? Can he translate something Subaru wrote down in Japanese, or something that someone reads out loud phonetically without understanding it's meaning?

A: He can't. It's a blessing that conveys the intent of the other person's words, so if you said something like "Honbaradaratodetta", it wouldn't mean anything. It's just that, if Subaru had been saying "Honbaradaratodetta" for years to mean "What's for dinner?", it would convey that.

Q: About the "Blessing of the Spirit of Words" that Otto has, in cases where the same word can contain different meanings, can he discern the difference? (The English word 'servant' and a servant from Fate, etc.)

A: It's not the letters, but the speaker's intent that he picks up, so he could tell the difference.

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but no yeah like........ ottos dp is specifically about Animals and well. humans and demihumans ARE animals. so it makes sense that it carries into humans and demihumans a bit so the whole catching someones intent thing is super fascinating and i feel like he could Definitely utilize it for more of his schemes?? esp when you combine that with the usual ways he uses his dp with animals - his power is Perfect for spying on others and gathering info in general. from my understanding of his power though, animals have to agree to help him, but given he can communicate with them and hes. well hes a good talker and also a bit of a manipulative bitch (affectionate) so like getting animals to help him doesnt seem like too much of an issue usually for him. so no but yeah his power is like. Off the Charts. and now we got big confirmation in the main story that he can UNDERSTAND PEOPLES INTENT BEHIND THEIR WORDS....? no yeah i think tappei will at least utilize it for the louis-spica plot things (ie otto wants her dead so hes just not gonna say anything about how he knows her true intent isnt to actually hurt anyone).

but i feel like otto could possibly use it for plans... or accidentally catch tidbits of info he shouldnt. im not entirely sure how, but. well. roswaal still hasnt delivered on his promise to kill everyone if even one person subaru cares about dies and Now roswaal knows that 1. otto plans to continue opposing subaru and emilia and keep pulling strings and 2. subaru wants louis to stay alive because he cares about her. it seems like massive emilia camp inner conflict is bound to happen at some point hah... the current situation is a ticking time bomb T^T and thats ON TOP of otto still working on restoring the book of wisdom... it all makes me wonder if otto will overhear a convo he shouldnt and catch the true underlying intent to otherwise innocent dialogue. or something like that.... or if louis's intent fluctuates in some way which otto will be Very aware of. if that happens. or if someone else somehow figures out ottos hiding the fact that he knows louis is innocent via his dp alsdjflsjdf. or maybe roswaal hints at his genocide plan and otto figures out the intent???? everyone is at a stalemate atm fr and im fascinated to see what comes next.

though. ok given otto went insane hearing the white whale..... well you could just fling mabeasts at him and maybe he'll shut up lajsdlfj bc using his dp (especially when overusing it gives him nosebleeds and headaches and pain and etc etc) against him is a Viable strategy to stop him among many others but like. the problem with otto is that hes persistent and Will hold a grudge against you if you wrong him. like i really do feel like he will hunt you down if you do which is the big Thing with otto. T^T hes unpredictable!!! especially now with arc 8 where hes been dragged through all these dangerous situations he did not sign up for and he just wants him and his friends to be safe but said friends want to save a whole country and NOW a sin archbishop alsdjflsjd.

like i really feel that hes so tired of things happening throughout his life out of control (remember his bad luck T^T and the way his dp used to fuck him over in his childhood? yeah T^T) that hes been trying to exert more and more control over his camp. bc like. vincent asking the emilia camp for help was nudged into that direction by otto. ottos also stepped a bit out of line by being hostile to julius and anastasia bc. otto that shit was unncessary aljsdlfjd theyre your camps allies!!!! and now ottos letting his camp be sus of louis by keeping quiet about her true intent. like otto is straight up like. hes kind of possessive of his camp isnt he? bc hes so fixated on making things go the way he wants (not that he wanted to help vollachia, but he wanted to help subaru and emilia which is why he pushed things in that direction, and now he wants to kill louis). it all makes me wonder if he'll ever have to use his dp against his camp given hes. kind of already doing that by lying to them - though itd probably be difficult to use his dp more actively against them if only bc they all already know what his dp is. theres no element of surprise there, but i think with the right circumstances he could possibly use it to figure out Something at least. bc like while he Does feel guilty, there is next to nothing stopping him from doing more shit on top of the shit hes been doing so far in arc 8 HAH. his moral compass is just literally broken and pointing straight down to hell. that mixed with his stubbornness and intellect and anger is like. well anyone going against otto is pretty fucked.

like. what is stopping him from sending a little bug to spy on subaru at all times. probably the fact that subaru and co. have a high chance of maybe noticing it and noticing that ottos keeping. too close of an eye on them. which would stop otto and his new declared "i walk in darkness" goal but all of this keeps making me wonder what lines otto WONT cross. and how far hes willing to go to do what he thinks is necessary to save his camp. and also what the consequences of his decisions will be.

but also like............................................... ok time for a crack theory of my own are you ready. anyway. can you imagine if ottos dp extended into fucking mind reading or something............ HAH.

#otto suwen #rezero #ask #this is a long response and it went a tiny bit off topic at a few points but i hope this made sense aljdslfjs #i dont have like. hyper specific predictions. but the detail that otto understands infants... and intent behind words in general... def #seems like a very specific writing choice fr. like tappei couldve simply said that ottos dp only extends to Animals animals. and not #humanoids. and i know tappei did the whole understands infants thing for the louis spica plot but like you im also wondering if he'll #utilize this part of ottos power more!!! #theres definitely a potential there. for sure. #arc 8 spoilers #but no yeah like ive been thinking about how ottos dp affects his psychology fr. like its not really talked about much past the overstimula #ion which makes sense bc thats affected SO MUCH of his life... but i also think that the. you know. understanding every animal ever is you #know kind of fucked up. once you think about it. #he got the ultimate cocktail of animal morality + merchant ideals and now hes got the moral compass of a chocolate eclair. except he ate th #chocolate eclair and then went welp guess my bffs new daughter figure kind of has to die haha :/ #like. otto had to have understood death from a young age bc of his dp right?? like can you imagine. you see a bug crash too hard into somet #hing and you hear it die. you are like five. oh my god fr.

[not-poignant]

It's that time of year again! Hammered out a modest (for me) word count of 472k over the year, with December's reflecting my overall burnout. Finished Falling Falling Stars, started another story to get addicted to (Underline the Black and friends), and overall it's been a great year for emotionally authentic writing! (My yearly wordcount does not include: worldbuilding, outlining, planning, multiple drafts (only the first draft of a chapter is included), or half-chapters since I *only* count completed chapters. It's a bit unconventional, but having a monthly wordcount where I only count completed chapters has been working for me for years now!)

This has been the first year in a little while that I haven't hit 500k, which I think reflects both a desire to spend more time relaxing and resting between writing, but also being absolutely smashed with a lot of new medical diagnoses and appointments, and being often too burnt out to write at all.

Next year doesn't look much better on the medical front, and may indeed be a lot worse. Being diagnosed with Chronic Obstructive Pulmonary Disease (COPD), T2 Diabetes (50% of the people with my permacancer get T2 diabetes which only goes into remission upon removal of the tumours, but my tumours are inoperable, so my T2D can't go into remission) and possibly Pulmonary Arterial Hypertension (PAH) on top of all my other disorders each came as huge blows. One of the saddest being learning I may never be able to take ADHD meds again, and having to stop after a very amazing 3 months where I could schedule writing ahead for the first time in my life, and plan a holiday for December.

There will be no more Schedules going forward, that was sadly a 'medicated ADHD' blessing, and it's gone now. :(

So going forward into 2023 I don't know what writing I will be doing or what I will achieve. I don't know if I can continue writing the way I have been, and if I get an official confirmation on the PAH (so far it's only CT confirmed), and only have around 5~ years left to live, my writing future could look very different indeed.

But it's business as usual in the meantime.

This year I am the most broke I have ever been on the medical front (I have no health insurance, and only some of our healthcare is free, which doesn't include psychiatry, or the calibre of therapy I need, and now that I need to see a private pulmonologist and possibly engage in lung rehabilitation, things might get pretty awful pretty fast). I have never been more grateful to all the folks who have supported or who are still supporting on Patreon or who have given to Ko-Fi.

I love everyone who is in this little community, but for the ones who kept me financially afloat so I didn't drown, thank you.

#asks and answers #SDHD gene fault #SDHD #cw health #housekeeping #writing #2022 writing #i'd love to be like...a lot more enthusiastic going forward #but i can't tell you how much i wanted to quit life when i found out that PAH #is very much on the cards for me #it's about a 70/30 split between whether i have it or whether i don't #and i have a very poor prognosis with the state of my lungs and liver #(because i was also diagnosed with liver disease this year) #anyway i... #that's why if i've seemed a bit off lately in my author's notes #y'all know why now #oh and also my knee still isn't working properly lmao #i have 12 medical appointments in 17 days in the month of january #and that's only the beginning kaljfdsafksaj

[gatogotica]

prodigal son is so wild to me because they - seemingly accidentally - made this incredibly dynamic, complex, intelligent, sympathetic & lovable character then was like holy shit what do we do with him. then they shrugged and decided to hurt him endlessly for 2 seasons

#then they got cancelled. malcolm bright i will mourn you every day #one thing about Malcolm is he is always in situations #prodigal son #my post #malcolm bright #don’t get me wrong the other characters are great too. but like they really went off with Malcolm #I have so many thoughts and feelings about him honestly it’s a bit embarrassing #the writing on this show is absolutely insane. watching it has me ripping out my hair #like yelling at the writers. you fools don’t know what you had. you fumbled this bad bitch (malcolm bright) #like they didn’t even seem to realize what they were writing sometimes

[jokerownsmysoul]

anniversary celebration

Summary: you and Arthur celebrate your love and the importance of having each other on your 3rd anniversary.

Warnings: smut

Length: 8100

Notes: happy Jokerversary to whoever is still celebrating it! both the ones already occurred and the ones yet to come 💙 today happy Jokerversary to me, too. 🌷

it's been a while since I could bring myself to write. things happened and I couldn't write as much as I needed in the last few months. I feel a little rusty, but also genuinely happy for finally managing to write an anniversary piece. I've wanted to write one for literal years. ❤︎ tbh it won't be the last 🤭 there are a couple of things I'll have to adjust but for now this will do. I really wanted to post this piece today 💙

gifs source: ㋡ & ㋡

It was a slice of sunbeam leaking from the crack of the window over your eyes to wake you both on that Sunday morning. It was the light of early daybreak; the faded, pasty kind. The kind of sunlight that still managed to blend itself with the close-to-farewell pale moonlight as it made its way to fall on your sleeping visages and suggest how early it was.

Your eyes opened lazily at the same moment as soon as the sunlight slanted across your faces hit them. Arthur’s eyelashes were disclosing across his cheekbones the second your eyes opened to the morning light and found the familiar sight of his face turned toward you. His eyelids were still half-closed, and his eyes hooded with sleep in a way that only the sunlight twinkling in his irises could be revealed. Nevertheless, his gaze sought yours through this shared drowsiness in an instant.

For you the sun hadn’t quite risen yet until he smiled at you the bright, boyish smile he used to save for those Pogo’s open mic nights worthy of celebrations, the ones that ended with a earned happy ending of a cheering crowd and a stroll to donuts and coffee.

“Good morning,” he mumbled, mouth pressed groggily on his pillow. His morning voice, sweet but hoarse, even after all these years still caused a hurricane of tiny butterflies to flutter in your tummy, dancing and shivering and falling in love to the timbre of it.

You yawned when you smiled at him. “Good morning.”

He blinked dreamily a couple of times, just enough for his sleep-foggy mind to clear up, to register and then relish in the beginning of this special day that was today. He really wanted to taste every moment of it to the very end. “You know what day is?”

You nodded, sleepily but enthusiastically, feeling yourself soften at his irresistible, naive sentimentality with a bunch of your own, then scooped closer until your head was nearly on his own pillow and your noses touched lightly. Your hand crept up from under the covers to reach his tousled hair, combing the greasy brown locks that covered his temple briefly as your fingertips caressed a line along the side of his face. “I met the love of my life three years ago.”

His croocked tooth broke through a smile full of dimples as your eyes bore into each other, igniting images of the day you met in your minds ready to spark like those musicals you love to watch together. Images of yourself bumping into him at the bottom of the long stairway leading to your apartments on a very much ordinary day now made special, of your continuous shared trips up and down the stairs coated in polite smiles and unspeakable yearning of getting to know each other, and images of his disbelief when one day you dared to say hello and of his courage to ask you to walk you home, a simple gesture that led you to your first kiss and the first time he held your hand in his.

Your hearts seized thinking about that day; to where you were then and where you were now. About your past selves about to fall in love who every day used to walk the stairs together as a sign of fate, without saying a word out of shyness, and who now were familiar with what you looked like in the morning, with puffy eyes and tired limbs and wrinkled pajamas. Every morning you showed each other a part of yourself that no one else could ever or had ever seen.

And there he was, looking at your messy hair and swollen lips, again declaring his love for this part of you saved for him for the third consecutive year. Arthur decided he could no longer miss your touch as he looked at you and leaned forward to join your lips together in a sleepy kiss. His lips were warm, and when your hand cupped and squeezed his cheek a little you felt that his skin was warm, too, warmer than the blanket covering you up to the shell of your ears. You sighed between his lips, pressing your body closer to his under the covers as you deepened your connection and kissed each other in a way that left no doubt your celebrations had already started.

You moved further into his pillow when you broke apart, letting yourself fall in this feeling of comfort and familiarity typical of him, a fundamental trait of how his good mornings were like – and how you wanted his good morning to be like for the rest of your days. You adjusted and molded to him when his arm looped around your waist to pull you tighter. You didn’t need explanations to understand that none of you wanted to get out of bed just yet. “What do you want to do today?” He asked.

You thought it over for a moment, toying absentmindedly with his wide, cute nostrils, caressing their uneven outlines with your pads until he chuckled. There were many things you would like to do – things you would like to do with him – but no matter what came to your mind, in the end Arthur was the focus of each one of them and the essential part of everything. Arthur was the only thing to really matter, the rest was only a background to highlight the two of you. Just like your past celebrations, you really did not need great things to be reminded how big and special your love was or how lucky you were to have found each other amongst the many. It was in the little things of your every day life, in fact, where lived the true meaning of having found the right person and being able to keep each other close every day and then forever. To lay in bed with him in the early morning, enveloped in his warmth and his affection, was more than enough.

“Some coffee and a lot of you is all I need to celebrate,” you said.

“Mhm,” he listened and hummed in agreement, even looked a little flustered, but he didn’t seem fully satisfied with your answer yet. “Anything special you want?”

“Only you,” you purred against his lips.

A meek snort left him. He brought his moist lips on your forehead and kissed the spot between your brows, then proceed to skim your face with a trail of light, tender pecks. One landed on your cheekbone, one on your nose, one on the corner of your mouth. His gestures were soft and the sounds of his kisses made the tiny butterflies in your tummy come back again and somersaults. He nuzzled your face with his. “You have me.”

You tilted your head with a soft hum, nudging his nose and stroking the wrinkles of his chin. “What do you want?”

“This,” he said, “this is what I want.” His other hand sneaked between you and his fingertip traced your lower lip. He followed its curve with attentiveness before claiming it. He kissed you, in rapture and in love, tight lips pressed on yours until he licked them open with his damp tongue. He kissed you until the familiar taste of his sleepy mouth made you forget your name, until you felt yourself hover in the air kept grounded only by his arm around you, until you couldn't tell whether it was the sunlight or the light of your life that was keeping you warm. 

“Oh,” you breathed when he pulled away, lightheaded. He chuckled and stayed there, simply gaping at you. After a while, a familiar twinkle crept in his eyes all of a sudden, the signal of something inside him he could no longer hold back that needed to sparkle. 

“Wait here.”

Your brows quirked with curiosity when he shifted and dragged himself out of bed. The bed all of a sudden felt much colder without him to hold and warm you, to simply be there with you.

“I'll be right back.” He stroked your blanket-covered thigh and disappeared beyond the bedroom door. He probably was going to make breakfast to bring in bed; perhaps a brewed cup of the coffee you've just mentioned.

You moved to lay on your back and stretched out on the mattress, letting out a sigh of relief when you felt the side of your back pop. Contentment stirred your muscles, a look of bliss on your face. You felt happy. When then you sunk your head further into the soft pillow your eyes fell on the window to your right and found the sun continuing its ascend across the sky. Glimmers of light now were slowly filtering throught the window, outlining its border and the several slots, and painting the bedroom walls with slanted marigold brushstrokes. Smiling eagerly and missing him already, you waited for him to come back.

You guessed that he would come back holding a tray with your favorite breakfast and your favorite coffee mugs, but when you felt his socks tapping louder and nearer on the floor and his figure walked through the door again, his hands were holding none of these things. From his hands hung instead a single red rose, and a velvet box whose interior you could not decipher.

You jumped up on your seat when you saw him, feeling excitement and genuine disbelief fizzing through your body like bubbles in sparkling water. “Arth?”

He giggled and sat cross-legged on the mattress beside you. “This is for you.” He handed you the rose, and tentative fingers reached out to caress and hold it close as if it was a part of him. And somehow, to you it was. Instantly did you bring the red petals to your nose, taking your time to revel in the sweet fragrance and how even sweeter he was.

Before you could pulled away, he held the velvet box up in his hand, pausing his next move for a moment the way he paused the timing of his delivery to set the joke right, and lifted it open, with the adoration you knew was innate in him and also a touch of theatricalism he'd learned from the most romantic musicals.

Your eyes widened when you saw a ring shimmering in the sunlight on its inside. It was a simple golden bang ring, plane and shiny, to make it special and all yours was the sentence: “My one and only” engraved in Arthur’s own handwriting on the inner part. You would have recognized his handwriting anywhere. If you only looked carefully, you could even guessed if he’d gotten it from a page of his journal.

You could feel your heart swell as your eyes shifted from the ring to Arthur and then back to the ring and back to Arthur.

The emerald of his eyes was shimmer with happiness as he translated the surprise in your eyes and explained himself before you could say anything. “I’ve planned on giving it to you tonight, but you look beautiful and I love you too much. I couldn’t wait any longer.”

Arthur had been good at keeping this gift a secret, far too good, even though his journal carried the proof of every step of the way. Pages after pages filled with your name, with all the things you deserved and the few ones he could afford. Pages of how he used to call you, “his one and only,” – a different, unique way of telling each other you were soul mates that he’d always yearned about deep in his soul and now could be all yours – and a check list of his savings to get you what he thought was the perfect gift for you; romantic, simple certainly, and possible to make special with something that belonged to you alone.

“Arthur, how...?” You tried to tame your emotions bubbling up in your belly, and with a bit of admission, also the quiet, happy tears that could damp your eyelashes at any moment, but you knew that it was a lost battle from the start.

He ducked his chin, a shy smile before he continued. “Three years spent with the person you love is a significant step. I wanted you to have this.” The wrinkles around his eyes and his dimples showed off carried the intensity of his happiness and the vastness of his love for you. “Give me your hand.”

He took hold of your hand when you gave him and gently put the ring on your finger. He seemed to relax when he noted that the ring was the perfect size and muffled a breath of relief. He stroked the back of your hand with his thumb, before bringing your hand to his lips to leave a prolonged kiss onto your ring finger. You shivered when the warmth of his mouth combined with the cold material met your skin. “You can say you have me wrapped around your finger now,” he said when he pulled away.

You laughed soundly at the silly pun before leaning on him and connect his lips to yours. His silly puns were some of your favorites. “It's perfect,” you whispered. “You are perfect. Anything with you is perfect. I love you so much.”

You spent the morning lounging on the bed, kissing and holding each other in your arms, not letting go. You witnessed in each other’s embraces the rising of the sun in its complete fullness; slowly its rays began to stretch and multiplied beyond the window to every corner of the bedroom, its arrival signaled further by the first birds beginning to sing their melodies across the sky in the background like a thurntable the world was offering you.

Your hand seemed to be the subject of all his attentions as the morning went by. Arthur would keep taking your fingers in his hands, caressing and watching them into his palms to then carry them to his lips and, once again, to kiss the finishing of the ring he gave you.

“I have another part of you to kiss,” he would tease after his mouth had made contact with it.

“You know you have all of me,” you would answer back every time it occured.

Your eyes would dwell on the ring in unison; you had never been fond of great gestures or expensive things, your love was more than precious enough to enrich your hearts already, but you couldn’t help yourself from feeling like this ring was some kind of a really precious thing instead. It wasn’t so much about the ring itself, but about your promise of eternal love it symbolized and that a part of Arthur as deep, personal and inimitable as his handwriting was engraved on it for you. Only for you.

The sunlight was blinding and your white bedstheets looked more like a sun-drenched cloud when you took his hand in yours at some point and made them swing in the air above your heads in lightheaded playfulness. The sunlight was seeping through your fingers between his like liquid gold and pieced them together in a bubble of light almost as to make them one entity, the ring turning lush under the sun as it caught the brightness of its rays in small twinkles chasing after your gaze.

You found yourself comparing the size of your hands almost as if you had just met him for the second time, and a youthful kind of sentimentalism washed over you. “Your hands are bigger than mine,” you said. “I adore it.” You loved any detail of his hands. Each prominent vein, each tendon, the baby hair peppering the back. You loved to trace them, kiss them, to hold them in yours and take care of them. You knew you would've never left the hold of him.

You marveled at the beauty of it – of your hands up to the light, of the ring and the sunbeams trapped in its inside, of the manly protection that his strong but gentle hands stirred within you – and made your fingers dance between his own, ever so gently as though there were piano keys to play, until you interlocked them together.

You felt your heart squeeze and the lower part of your belly flutter whenever you lingered in the fact that his handwriting, what you considered to be the tangible handprint of his soul, was touching your skin. It made you feel like you could be always in his protective embrace, like he could be always with you.

“I can carry you with me wherever I go,” you daydreamed to him. “I love anything of you that is able to touch me, even without skin contact.”

His cheeks turned pink, his face going to hide into the hollow below your ear to softly nudge at the skin there. “I've always known you were the one and only for me.” His breath fanned warm on your skin.

“So do I, Arthur.” This time, you were the one who brought his hand down to your own lips. Your eyelashes fluttered close as you laid a prolonged kiss to his ring finger and relished in the taste of his skin, the smell of his hand. Arthur not having a ring to symbolize your connection – yet – didn’t stop you from feeling bound to him already. “So do I.”

The beautiful things you shared together had a different sound when they were about to start; it was what made all of your mornings special every time, for they were the continuation of every beginning of the day you had shared so far. A sweeter sound, that felt like music and made him want to dance among the feathers of the comforter with you. Arthur was always telling you how love (and therefore you) made him want to dance. With your laughter kissing one another in the sunlight and the first birds chirping beyond the window, telling song about love and promises and never-ending futures to share, this sound felt as tangible as your love was.

******

The day progressed, the afternoon passed by, and the blinding sunlight soon had gone behind to make room for the rising of the moon. You liked to watch how the rhythm of nature had made the sunlight dissolve past the horizon to grant your special day the different moonlight background.

Evening had settled in when you and Arthur started creating the perfect atmosphere for your special date as was the tradition. Beyond the windows open of the living room a mantle of navy blue sky was sprinkled over the roofs of the nearby buildings, their windows starting to light up the clue of the time of the day when the city began to fall silent and the bright moon announced that it was time to leave work and go home for a final rest.

You made yourselves pretty for each other. Arthur took your breath away when you saw him stepping into the living room. Freshly washed, damp-earth toned locks fell in soft waves on the top of his shoulders, the red sweater he knew you loved and found perfect for any occasion left exposed his chest and his kissable wrists. He was amused when he caught you pairing your plain long dress with his white socks.

Any new shared little thing, and every instant where you were together, felt like a small adventure with him. This is what your dinners or humble celebrations at home felt like. They were simple, but you had each other, and that was what made them special and not to be missed.

You turned off the apartment lights and instead tapered candles were lit, laid on the small table in front of the couch and on the living room windowsills; the main protagonist of the romantic and private atmosphere both of you couldn’t live without and the promise that one day you would have your own fireplace, to warm up your nightly, intimate conversations and your bodies making love on the floor during winter. It was nice to plan your future together. As a final touch, you placed the rose Arthur gave you that you had put in a cylinder glass vase in the center of the small table, surrounded by candles.

The living room was bathed in the soft glow of candles when you got comfortable on the couch. Semi-darkness surrounded you, except for the moonlight that sneaked fantly from the window and blended with the amber halo irradiated from the flickering flames.

Arthur opened the bottle of red wine you had chosen together at the grocery store and as he poured some in both your glasses you opened a heart-shaped box of assorted chocolates to give your evening just that extra touch of sweetness.

He tucked the first chocolate between his teeth and leaned in, for you to wrap it around your own teeth and withdraw your portion from his mouth. You giggled for how cheesy it was, and loved him even more for wanting to do this with you as you took your promised bite. His lips tasted sweet when he stole a kiss from you. You spent the evening talking your heart out and kissing between a sip of wine and a bite of chocolate. From time to time your mouth would keep feeding one another, the taste of sweetness into his mouth making it increasingly hard for you to stay away from his kisses as the evening rolled on.

You could feel the wine lightening your thoughts and blushing your cheeks; that, along with the caresses Arthur bestowed over you being dragged out as the evening progressed, contributed to reinforce your inclination to lose yourself in how handsome he looked in this kind of light that brought out his romantic and old-fashioned side. The two of you would rest your elbows on the back of the couch to support your heads as you talked in the kind of hushed whispers known only by lovers, and you would get lost in the emerald of his eyes beaming only for you, how his lips would part and his Adam apple pop whenever he took a sip.

The romantic at heart in him was just one of the many sides of him that made you fall in love with him. You liked how sweet and sentimental he could be in his old-fashioned and unique way, and that unlike so many other people in the city, he had no trouble at all showing his sensitive side or reveal his heart to someone else, a trait that made you feel safe when you were together and led you to think that you could reveal your heart to him, too, without any judgment or worries. To be vulnerable with him. Your hearts beat to the same romantic tune, spoke the same language, and you couldn’t help your tears from wetting your eyes whenever he reminded you how kindred your souls truly were, how lucky for finding someone who could understand what your heart was saying.

You were nestled into his warm side, your head resting on his shoulder when silence fell over you as you enjoyed for a moment the mere feeling of being together. On the same couch, on the same moment, on the same love story. The candles were half burnt, the box of chocolates half empty and even emptier were your glasses, the rose he gave you in front of you blowing its wonderful smell towards the two of you all along. Heat rose in your belly whenever the smell of the rose went to blend with the wonderful smell of him, reaching your fluttering heart as well as your core.

The sight of the things that represented your date resting together on the table looked like a snapped photograph of everything you’d shared together until this moment, the proof of how far your bond had come and how dull and love-deprived your lives would've been if things, even if a very tiny detail, had gone differently.

You ran your knuckles along the inner part of his elegant wrist that was resting on his lap, caressing its tendon, which always seemed to beg for your affection, especially when he was wearing his pretty red sweater. “I don't think I've ever told you... but thank you.”

“For what?” He asked softly with genuine curiosity.

“For wanting to walk me home three years ago. Meeting you was the first best thing to ever happen to me. Being loved by you right back was the second.”

You felt him smile as he squeezed you gently with his other arm around you and kissed your hair. “You had me at hello. Thank you for saying it.”

You could not wait any longer; to have him so close to you, warm and sweet-smelling, and not taste him was becoming painful. You lifted your head in search of his lips and wrapped them in a tender kiss, full of love and thank yous. You missed his lips already when you pulled away, but there was something you had to do before immersing yourself in all that he was.

“I have something for you,” you confessed.

He raised his brows. “Oh yeah?”

Excitement kept you from standing still when after you nodded with a sly grin went to grab the gift and gently laid it on his lap.

You watched him as he unwrapped it. It was the vinyl copy of that one film you've watched together one night of not so long ago, whose soundtrack Arthur had found himself loving almost as much as he loved you. The breaks where he would pull you into a improvised dance had been more than the breaks where you would be sitting on the couch nestled into each other, almost as though every new introduced song inspired new dance moves inside him that he needed to let out and wanted you to be part of. This was what drove you to go fishing to store after store until you finally found it. He looked so happy and handsome in his element as he danced his soul away… it would have been a shame not to take advantage of it.

A radiant smile made its way across his face instantly, eyes twinkling with bewilderment when he saw what it was and caressed the vinyl cover where the title stood out on the top. “How did you find it?!”

“I persisted on it. You are worth the time of waiting when things are hard to find,” you told him, a delicate caress on his cheekbone. “You looked beautiful the other night, now you can ask me to dance to it whenever you want. I promise I will never say no.”

“Heaven, I'm in heaven, and my heart beats so that I can hardly speak...” This Arthur was humming when he began to bring himself nearer. “I seem to find the happiness I seek when we're out together dancing cheek to cheek...” Fondness overshadowed the flame of candles and the moonlight reflected in his eyes, growing half-lidded and fixed on yours, his voice getting lower of a few decibels and huskier the closer you were. Arthur humming a soft tune for you was always enough to make your knees go weak, as though he had the ability to put you under a spell. His cheeks were flushed by wine, his lips moist and irresistible smelling like chocolate, making you starve for something more of him.

His hair tickled your skin when his face went to nestle your own, the floral smell of his shampoo wafting through your nostrils. He rubbed his cheek against yours like he did in a dance and you thought he was about to pull you into a dance to link to the vinyl a wonderful first memory, but instead he caught your earlobe between his teeth and kissed it soothed. Your breath itched when the tip of his nose brushed across the sensitivity below your ear to breathe in your perfume.

“Thank you,” he rasped, every syllable elongated on his tongue. The air in the living room suddenly was getting heavier.

“Arthur…” you breathed, “what are you doing?”

“I’m kissing my girlfriend.”

The deep tone of his voice tickled your center, a telltale tymbre of the kind of turn he wanted to give your evening now. You exhaled a chuckle that turned into a hushed sigh as you searched for his face and cupped his cheeks.

You pressed your lips on him with abandon, noses squeezing against one another as he wrapped one arm around you and you arched into his embrace, though the unsatiated need of him made you feel him more distant than he ever was. He started kissing you deeper, your tongue dipping into the intoxicated sweetness inside his mouth just when you felt the palm of his hand landing flat on your thigh. You could sense the velvet fabric of your long dress being dragged up by his explorative caresses, sliding upwards to the curve of your waist, a sense of coolness when your leg was left unclothed underneath his touch.

You lamented when he broke apart to move further down and reach the most shameless part of your neck. He muffled a soft snort over your skin as he registered your responses to him, relishing in you reacting to him the way he was leading you. You didn’t realize how soaked you were until you buried your hand through his locks and tilted your head to let him go further, nibbling and licking, his tongue drawing a wet line along the cord of your neck down to your collarbone.

Heat flared from your chest, burning your cleavage to the apples of your cheeks. You couldn’t tell whether it was due to the wine you had sipped or the way he was touching you. You felt lightheaded, but frankly, it was the intoxicating trait of anything Arthur ever did to you to make you feel lovedrunk all the time.

You let Arthur guide you as he laid you down on the couch to make love to you. You laughed with each other when your head almost hit the armrest of the couch causing your neck to bend oddly, but you made it work as you slide down a little and he placed the couch pillow under your head. You always joked about his couch being the perfect size for lovemaking.

He pecked your lips before he worked to strip you bare from any confines between him and your bare skin, your dress falling off on the ground under his confident ministrations not long after. With your body being revealed to him, he suddenly stalled on his track.

He was surprised to find you hiding black lace garters and stockings pared with a bra underneath, the kind one you knew made his head spin, that emphasized the curve of your thighs and the shape of your decollete.

His breath faltered as it grew heavier, pink hues painted across his cheeks all of a sudden. “What is it?”

You bit your lip, a sly smile on your face as you looked up at him. “My second gift.”

Thrilled, he snorted and stood on his knees at the extremity of the couch to gape at you. His eyes bore into yours before wandering to any part of you, sprawled beneath him clad in nylon and lace for him. This was exactly the reaction you've hoped getting from him when you've decided what lingerie to wear, a wonderful package ready to be unwrapped.

You relished in the feeling of the weight of his gaze full of wonder hovering across your feminine forms, how it increased the desire you had for each other to an unberable level; part of you wanted him to make you his immediately. With his eyes on you, you lingered on the sort of self-love you gained in finding yourself the only, continuos subject of his pleasure, in how Arthur loving your body helped you to love it the same amount. He hummed with satisfaction when you slightly spread your thighs in a gentle tease as you watched him watching you from above, expression of all of your needs and the plea to quench the growing ache simmering in your core.

It didn't take long for his hands to start wander over your body in response, following the same road his gaze would take. You whimpered when he took hold of your calf and the contanct of his skin on yours cut through the tension between your glances, a sense of greed in his gaze as he watched his fingers slide unhurriedly along the curves of your leg up to the outline of your hipbone, reveling in the friction of his pads against the nylon of your stockings.

His eyes studied you all over, slow and enamored, glossy with the arousing awareness that this was a show you've made only for him to see. Your tummy quivered when his pads reached your navel, following its curve and headed upward. He took his time to enjoy the wonderful gift you were giving him. From this perspective, he wasn’t pay attention to the truth that you were able to gape up at him, too. You liked how the two of you would unravel in front of each other without hesitation in any kind of situation, exposing your arousal as well as your hearts trembling and pulsating for each other.

His bulge widened through his pants, straining the wrinkles of the pinstriped fabric and catching your attention as his hands reached the shape of your bra that accentuated the roundness of your breasts. He gave them a gentle squeeze before his rough pads traced the hem of your bra, so close to almost touching you but not enough to feel his skin on you all the same. He seemed to understand that the eagerness settled in your craving was a matched one as he reached around to unclasp it. You raised your back to help him take it off of you before he repositioned himself on top, the brushes of his clothed erection against you agonizing.

His eyes paused on your bare breasts, utter devotion in his gaze while through his long lashes he admired the soft, apricot nuance your pink areolas took under the candlelight, how the orange glow bathed the shape of your nipples already beginning to stiffen under his gaze. His palm folded around your breast, and he payed attention to how smooth you felt in his hand. The sensation of his strong hand on your velvety skin made your areola start to crinkle, causing you both to sigh in unison as you witnessed the many ways your body would start to flourish with the nurturing of his care.

He wrapped his heated mouth around your nipple while his thumb brushed against the other, groaning as he felt it harden under his tongue, in his ears ringing the girlish sighs falling from your lips to every brush of his tongue coated with saliva. You met his gestures with a gasp when he pulled away and the warmth of his tongue was replaced by the cool air.

He moved down to continue his journey on you, past your stomach to the level of your panties. Clear surprise in his eyes of finding them soaked-through, the shape of your pussy outlined by the fabric and a sharp line to disclose your outer labia to him. He felt himself throb as he drew himself nearer and planted a tantalizing kiss to your lace-covered pussy, his big, pointy nose buried in its slit to breathe in your distinct smell. You jerked forward without much of control and a soft grin blossomed across his face.

“I like this gift,” he teased gently. You shared a satisfied smile while with graceful, fluid gestures he worked through your garters to tuck his fingers under your panties and nimbly pull them off. He licked his lips at the sight of your pussy glistening under the moonlight, ready for him. None of you expressed a need to take off your stocking and garters, and you knew the thought of it hadn't crossed his mind, which felt enticing.

“Come closer,” you pleaded. “And took off your clothes.”

With a chuckle that dissolved into a low grunt, he did as you told him. Eagerly you helped him get out off his clothes, tossing them over the back of the couch before gripping his underwear to slide it down, that he quickly kicked off before he positioned himself over you. A exhale paused in your throat when his cock sprung free and you caught the red tip shimmering in the warm light.

With him standing naked over you, you couldn’t help but marvel at the way the dim glow of candlelight was diffused over his body, how it brought out and concealed the contours of his lean muscles tensed with the want of you and his slender figure through shadows and highlights as if it was a Caravaggio’s painting.

Arthur was a rare work of art, and reminded you of how rare he was all the time. You brought your hand up over his ribs and ran your pads across their sinuous undulation, tracing the flickering flame that was shaded across the valley of his diagonal side and how its warm color made his skin look almost coppery. He leaned into the palm of your hand when you let your knuckles slide along his chest down to his navel, his tummy relaxing before the gentleness he'd always gotten from you despite the shivers your touch caused him, his vaporous, brown locks framing his cheekbones all the while, the green in his eyes irresistible. Arthur was beautiful, and his body was beautiful, too, though he really didn't give it much of a thought nor believed you whenever you told him. This had never made you want to stop, though.

“You look beautiful on top of me,” you marveled.

His smile was sweet and sincere, and his gaze was soft, when he held your hand and carried it to his lips to kiss your ring finger in that specific way that by now had become familiar. Your heart clenched at the delicate way he loved you, he never stopped making you feel blessed for being the person he loved. His person.

He laced his fingers with yours and carried them about your head as he alined himself with your entrance, having no intention of let go off the hold of you. You were tired of this separation to which your bodies had to submit continuously saved for these moments of pristine intimacy. You were ready to finally get as close to each other as your bodies allowed you to be.

He locked his eyes with yours as he eased himself inside you, finally bringing your connection to a physical level. You watched each other’s reactions as he entered you, how your mouth fell agape at the fullness of his cock, how his eyebrows stitched together at the feeling of your walls embracing him slowly in a space that was meant only for him.

Making love with Arthur felt like the possibility to turn tangible something that already resided in your souls and otherwhise could be only felt.

Your bodies worked together in a familiar pattern as he started sliding in and out of you with tempo, one that mirrored and somehow replicated the myriad of times when you've made love on this same living room, on this same couch. On Sunday morning instead of breakfast, in the evening, or in late afternoon after work, when you needed the other to remind you that the world could still be beautiful and kind to you, after all.

His fingers squeezed between yours until his knuckles turned white as he pressed them onto the couch and pulled himself deeper inside you, filling the room with uncontrolled gasps that carried the symphony of how good you made him feel. You held onto his hands, onto him, cradling his sweaty frame with your legs as you wrapped them around him to feel of him as much as you could. You both liked the sensation of the nylon rubbing against him to the rhythm of his undulations, a tantalizing game that sped up the pace of his thrusts.

He let go off your hand to let his own run across your thigh with the gentleness you knew only he had in this city, a groan cutting through the air as he relished in your stockings and how damn pretty they looked on you.

“I feel like I’ve been knowing you forever,” he said in a exhale.

“You did.” With your free hand you caressed his cheekbone, holding his face as you looked into his eyes. “We both did.”

Your hands moved around him to meet him in an embrace, enveloping your connection in a place that was small, intimate and all yours. You nestled his face. “I meant what I said before. You're worthy of all those years spent waiting for you, Arthur.”

He groaned in delight, squeezing himself inside of you as he fell in the cozy nook you've created for the two of you. The air you breathed became the air he exhaled with every moan, your stomachs flush against one another a sole blanket to keep each other warm. Reality began to take the shape of his features, his body the only place where you felt truly at home. You almost forgot that beyond the window there was a world advancing and the night about to fall around you. Instead, it was as if the time in your living room had stopped flowing, as though it became powerless before your love stimulated into the world. You wished it had.

He shivered when your hands rested on the side of his back and the cold material of the ring touched his fevered skin. A thrill jolted through him, an unfamiliar impetus toward you that made his thrusts start to falter. The cold sensation of the ring around your finger on his back, the awareness of his handwriting touching your skin all the time, stirred in him a intense sense of belonging. Not just the certainty that you belonged to him, but the proof that you wanted to belong to him willingly, to the point of wearing proudly something that so deeply symbolized your connection and bounded to him.

You decided that he liked the sensation when he grinned down at you and his mouth groped on yours in a fervent kiss, tongue meeting the other tongue in a messy waltz whose steps you were trying to follow in the eagerness of your loving.

You could tell he was close by the erratic pace he was submitted to, but suddenly he started to slow down until his hips came to a stop. He slipped out of you with a sharp gasp despite himself, leaving within you a kind of emptiness that was unendurable every time he parted out of you.

“I want this to last longer,” he breathed softly, eyes brimming with fondness while he cradled your hair and then planted a quiet kiss on your forehead.

He slide off you and crouched down at the foot of the couch. A high pitched whimper fell from your lips when he grabbed you by the hips and dragged you towards him with a strenght that would've surprised anyone who didn't know him.

“Arthur, what- oh my God”

Your next words vanished into a sudden cry when he swiped his tongue between your folds and gathered a generous amount of your essence in his mouth, a groan past his lips as he rejoined with his favorite flavor. He quickly turned his focus back on you, each of his actions full of intent to resume what he’d just paused and keep your momentum going.

Once the sense of unexpectedness left you, it didn’t take long for you to adjust to this new way of making love and while one leg went to rest on the floor, the other bent about him. Your hand tugged at his hair, holding him there as he started brushing across your pussy, his mouth knowing which right keys to play for your low moans starting to sing words of prayers for him.

Your hips soon began to roll against him to every rhythmical flicker of his tongue on you, emboldening him to spread your legs further open. The awareness that your pleasure was in his hands filled him with a newfound kind of self conficence that he gained only in bed – and with you. His hand gripped your thigh to guide it over his back and reach a better angle as he immersed himself deeper in between your legs, the round tip of his big nose pressed against your core causing your sounds to elongate, his hair tickling you lightly.

He brought the other hand down to give a couples of strokes to his aching shaft before letting it land flat on your garters to keep you in place as you arched into him. He hooked his fingers beneath the fabric as he pinned you to his mouth, something that made him moan against and along with you.

Your head lolled back, his eyes fluttering close when the tip of his tongue dipped in your center and then went up to circle around your clit. His irresistible hums of delight signaling that he was enjoying it as much as you were arousing as the act itself.

He peeked up at you with heavy lidded eyes before let go off the hold of your thigh. He run his fore and middle finger over your entrance with agonizing slowness before entering you, making you gasp while the flickers of his tongue tuned with his fingers starting to slide inside you.

“Fuck, Arthur.” Sharp cries broke through as Arthur drove your orgasm out of you. His gestures slowed into soft kisses when you came undone and your grip to his hair loosened. You sank into the couch cushions and he planted a kiss to your pubic bone, left small pecks to your inner thighs before you clasped your hands on his biceps to quickly encourage him to come back up.

“I missed this sight of you,” you told him when he was again on top of you. Your bodies adjusted to one another before you spread your legs for him to align himself with your entrance, an explicit welcome to feel him again.

He entered you, a low pace in his moves as he looked down between your bodies and observed how the lenght of his cock went to hide past your folds, how easily his ache gradually started to fade with your walls there to nestle him. He began to move inside you again with the pace that better worked for him, unable to linger any longer.

“Come for me, sweetheart,” you purred. “Come for me.”

It didn’t take long for his own orgasm to take over. His lips sought yours through unfiltered moans as he bottomed out one more time, sloppy and demanding. You kept your calves firmly over his back when soon you felt his warm liquid spilling inside you and your throath was filled with the hot vibration of his groans. You wished to have the ability to take in anything about him, both the good and the bad, any time you wanted or whenever he needed.

“Oh, Arth,” you sighed when he fell down on you and exhaled heavily, spent and exhausted and so, so in love with you. His back was pearly with drops of sweat when you wrapped your arms around his limp frame. You caressed his slightly damp hair and tucked him in the crook of your neck, waiting together for your breathing to even out.

“Happy anniversary, my love.”

“Happy anniversary, one and only,” came in a hushed whisper.

Just like you assumed, he searched around for your hand and carried it on his mouth to plant a kiss onto the symbol of your love, affirming in this new way of his that you were his person.

“You told me so many times today that I am your one and only person… Arthur, you are my one and only person, too.”

He hummed with contentment and let his eyes flutter close as he fell in the warmth of your embrace. You smiled to yourself, kissed the crown of his head and held him tight to your bare chest, sinking into this moment of bliss and silence as your bodies regained energy to celebrate what remained of your special day and for your promised dance, and feeling excited to celebrate also all of your tomorrows to come. The nighttime had fallen, telling you that your tomorrow was getting closer. Arthur made all of them special, and you knew you were going to live all the tomorrows of your life with him.

Life with Arthur was simple, but never boring, for he filled every moment of magic and stardust with his old-fashioned nature and timeless charm. Every time Arthur wrapped you in that old-fashioned romance, he made you feel like you two were part of those black and white movies about love. Your favorite, filled with music and longing and magic. Yet he always managed to make your love story a little bit more magical than anything else ever.

You wanted to wake up with him for the rest of your life, and every morning, when it occured, Arthur proved you that true love existed, and that to grow old with him was indeed possible. And you did.

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#I know some things I've included might seem a bit off since we're in the 80s #But this is what my heart feels & wanted to write & wanted to read so idc 💘🙇🏻‍♀️ #In this house we're eating self-indulgent contents for breakfast today #It's the second piece I write about this concept ugh a girl is yearning #arthur fleck x reader #arthur fleck x y/n #arthur fleck x you #Arthur fleck

[thegirlwholied]

retcons. they're a writing tool. they're not fundamentally a bad tool. though I greet them more often with an "ugh, retcon" than a "nice, retcon"-

and that's often because they're overwrites. sometimes carelessly so, the 'didn't pay enough attention to what came before'/'guess I changed it' route. And sometimes retcons are the 'that's not the story I want to tell now or I can do better than that' route.

Andor is doing the second type of retcon, and interestingly so, because there wasn't a whole lot there to retcon *and yet* they are managing to do that.

When Rogue One came out, Disney dropped a bunch of expanded universe material. The NEW expanded universe, because they'd already ditched the old one, to avoid conflicts; this new one could be consistent (ha, ha, ha).

In those 2016 detail books we got the facts on Cassian Andor's backstory: from the planet Fest (clearly carefully chosen for its old EU history), father killed during a protest against militarization on Imperial Academy planet Carida (another world with EU history), involved with a Separatist cell from age 6 on...

Anddd anyone who'd read those extended materials knew Andor the show was ditching that backstory within seconds of him dropping the name 'Kenari' in context that was immediately clear it was his home planet. I appreciated at least getting a nod to the backstory we had since 2016 with dropping that his 'cover story' planet was Fest. They definitely were aware and chose not to go that route. And that's OK! they have a story they want to tell, they're digging into some interesting themes and meanings and...

Well. Either way it's a retcon. A minor one that 97% of the audience will never notice or care about. And yes they're still keeping to the spirit of that key line in Rogue One-

"I've been in this fight since I was six years old"

- clearly the mining disaster on Kenari presumably happened when Cassian was six years old. So his childhood was ruined by the Empire then and he's been resisting them ever since, it's not that it renders it untrue it's just-

it's just that he's pulling a moral high ground with that line over Jyn whose life was also ruined by the Empire at eight years old and was raised as a child soldier by Saw Gerrera, a character whose very name is designed to evoke guerilla warfare...?

I mean a Cassian who's already been in prison and is scrapping by and sticking it to the Imperials all he can, drawing those character parallels between them even closer then are we, but the whole crux of that (excellently written & filmed I'm still not over it) argument hinges on Cassian's relationship with/committment to the Rebellion above all else. The show's retcon has just... shortened that relationship. By quite quite a bit.

And there is now some unintentional irony, from this retcon, if Jyn was actually (via Saw's cell) part of the Rebellion longer than Cassian.

...it's fine, it's fine, tbh watch them retcon Jyn's backstory soon enough, it's a very minor retcon and maybe future episodes will reveal Cassian has been doing more actual rebelling than it seems and... nonetheless. Ugh retcon.

#andor #andor spoilers #cassian andor #rogue one #does no one else think kenari sounds a little too much like kenobi #I'm not saying fest is a great name but goddammit it was a planet that existed #i really don't understand why so many of the Disney movies/shows (except Mandalorian to a degree but even Rogue One my beloved did this) #refuse to use and build on old EU planet names #there's a frigging galaxy map #there's decades of source material #and every fan fic writer out there seems capable of doing research and crafting creatively off those details #yet it's mostly just been new planet after new planet #i do like that they name dropped Wobani in Andor #I'm not saying i dislike the show! #the choice to retcon feels a bit dismissive of the work of the writers who put together all those Rogue One books and those who bought? #it's by no means exclusive to this show this kind of thing happens all the time #my writing philosophy is just more 'work with what you have' vs 'this is a round peg and i want a square hole so let's make it a square' #that sounds harsher than i mean it to- sometimes the square hole is the better hole! #but just #ugh retcon

[uncharted-constellations]

A Jason timeline ! I know time wise it doesnt really make sense for jason to have 2 robin costumes but shut up and also he seems to have enough of a growth spurt to need one so :p

But yeah first red hood costume is a bit of a mix between the under the red hood look and the dickbats full supervillain look, as dramatic and camp as jason can be it the cape just didnt scream actually scary crime boss im sorry bro, second look is more of the new 52 early rebirth look, and third costume i just took some of my favorite elements from like challengers of beyond era because its just personally one of my favorite jason eras look wise. I was gonna do that sorta hoodie vest look but it seems like they ditched that pretty quick after rhato ended which im not mad about tbh, altho i didnt hate the mask which is why its an option.

Also yes i know pit eyes are fanon, do i care? No

#jason todd #robin #red hood #dc #art #my art #redesign #jasons design motifs are the banded boots and also the thigh detailings #and the red domino masks a bit #also yes moved the taped on bat symbol onto the current era #listen bruce… can fuck off #the batsymbol is for sibling shit and sibling shit only #i want bb bruce and current comic bruce to get locked in a cage match together so bb bruce can beat him with his cane #i cant say how theyre writing him in the main batman comics right now anymore but #it doesnt seem good anywhere else i can tell you that #but yeah i view kind of the removal of the white again as sortve that same thing as i did with damian where its sortve talia/the league #influence and shit #so removing it is sort of a bruce compromise #but then obviously fuck bruce so the lighter colors return #also i always forget hes barely older than tim #so yeah hes still growing as red hood #its funny to me that these gangs are getting fucked over by some kid who still needs to let out his hems #and also sad #but you know #younger jason is paler than older jason because he probably didnt eat very well back then #also gotham doesnt get a lot of sun

[lazaruspiss]

Wait why do you think Jason would never talk to Barbara if he saw early dickbabs I'm so curious 👀👀

bc the og stuff was shady!! babs was like. a decade older than him and flirted w him when he was a teen. not even bc she was that interested (she had the hots for bruce, which made sense bc they were both Adults lmao) but bc she liked the attention of having a cute teenaged boy fawning over her. honestly she's funny. kinda swag even. but mr "taking advantage of children is bad" todd probably wouldn't agree smh.

#asks #anon #let babs be morally questionable again!! #it was fun. but they (dc) hate to see a girlboss winning #also canon jason doesnt seem to like babs anywhere near as much as fandom thinks lmao #like he had the hots for her for a bit bc of one writer and then he just brushes her off the rest of the time #anyways ideal babs is woman who is just kinda a shitty person but also super skilled and important so ur stuck making nice w her #let me have at least something resembling complexity in my female characters!! #need to write a robin molester babs fic one day. but first i have to trick myself into caring enough about babs to write a fic about her