#i should make a tagging system

[nightttdreamers]

Coolest Place in the World / Craig x Kenny

yay crenny one-shot! writing craig was a lot of fun, as in i gave him Problems and made him suffer a little but all for a happy sappy fluffy romantic ending!

TW for recreational drug use and suggestive content (off-screen smut)

if you like this pls feel free to leave a like as it will make my day and i will start smiling at my computer like an idiot! formattings a bit better on ao3 if you prefer to read there

AO3 Link | 4k words | One-Shot

Craig Tucker hates beer. He hates parties. He hates college. He hates the fact that he never feels like himself and he can't connect with people.

He finds Kenny McCormick who changes at least one of those things.

The party sucks.

It’s fine, because Craig didn’t expect it to be fun. As far as he’s concerned, every party sucks. College parties consist of a bunch of strangers pretending to have things in common to hide how deeply lonely and miserable their lives are. At least in South Park they didn’t have to pretend. There, he could always step away from the music and the crowd and everyone would know that it’s just Craig needing some Craig time. In college, he can’t sulk in the corner or rely on his obnoxious friends to pull him out to the dance floor. If he goes to a party, he has to take several smoke breaks just so he can be alone without looking like a loser.

He feels around in his pocket. He’s out of cigarettes.

“Craig!” Shouts a familiar voice. Clyde emerges from the crowd, triumphantly holding up two beer bottles like trophies. He’s grinning, like grabbing them drinks at a party his fraternity is throwing is some big accomplishment. 

Craig is happy he made it out of South Park. Granted, he only made it as far as Denver, but he was glad he could get into any college that wasn’t local with his grades. And even though his goal was to get as far as he could from that shithole town, having Clyde around still is nice. Though the two actually attend different schools in the city, Clyde still drags Craig to social outings like he did in their hometown.

“What took you so long?” Craig asks, accepting the bottle that Clyde holds out to him. He’s the furthest thing from a lightweight, unlike Clyde, so the beer is basically useless to him.

“Got held up with the brothers,” the brunette explains. Craig wishes they were with their old gang just so he could make fun of how lame Clyde sounds when he calls the other members of his fraternity his “brothers.” But, the brothers were kind enough to let Clyde bring Craig tonight (even though Clyde had thoroughly explained that Craig was gay and would not be stealing any girls from them), and he didn’t feel like getting kicked out for dissing the hosts. “You having fun, man?” Clyde asks.

“Sure,” he muses, sipping his lukewarm beer. “This tastes like ass.”

“What?” Clyde shouts over the music, leaning in closer.

Fuck, he hates yelling at parties. “This tastes like ass!” He repeats, louder this time. Though it's unlikely, he follows up with “Wanna go smoke?”

Clyde pulls away, scratching the back of his neck. “I dunno, I don’t think that’s my thing tonight.”

Sometimes, at parties, Craig turns into an asshole. Like, an actual asshole. It’s something about the combination of too many strangers, crappy music, and whatever substance he’s ingesting that makes him so irritable. Right now, he hates Clyde a little bit for having such a dodgy answer. He hates himself a little bit too for asking a question he already knew the answer to. He really hates that he’s only been there for thirty minutes and already needs a break, but Clyde’s completely fine. 

But, Craig doesn’t let this show, he just shrugs and nods like he doesn’t care and he’s a normal person capable of enjoying shitty beer at a shitty party.

“I think there’s a dude in the yard selling, though,” Clyde offers with a helpful smile. “Overheard some guys in the kitchen talking about it.”

“I’ll check it out,” Craig responds, giving Clyde a small nod before he heads towards the backyard. He’s grateful for the fresh air once he heads outside, but not the realization that comes with it: Clyde probably thinks his offer was about getting high and not just getting his nicotine fix, which is why he was sent outside to find the party’s dealer. 

He feels like an idiot. The last time he tried to get high with Clyde, the brunette cried for an hour. 

Still, smoking would give him something to do with his hands right now, so he follows the scent of weed in the air to the presumed dealer. However, he stops dead in his tracks once he realizes who he’s really approaching.

There’s two girls, but he hardly notices them beside the blonde boy that they’re talking to. His nose is bent at a bad angle, like it’s been broken a few too many times. His shaggy blonde hair looks like it’s been cut with kitchen scissors, falling just above his shoulders. Most notably though, he has a cigarette poking out between rows of crooked teeth, lips curled into a cocky smile. The boy raises his brows like one of the girls told him something of interest, and then he turns and locks eyes with Craig.

Craig is a few feet away, probably looking like an absolute idiot with his hands shoved deep in the pockets of his jeans. After some eye contact that’s far too direct for his liking, he mutters, “Hey.”

Kenny McCormick removes the cigarette from his mouth and stares at Craig with wide eyes, resembling his nine-year old self so much that Craig knows he can’t be wrong about this. “Craig Tucker.”

Craig glances around for some reason, like Kenny could possibly be mistaking him for someone else. “Yeah.”

Kenny nudges the girls next to him without looking away from him. “Have a good night, ladies,” he says, handing them a joint that’s been tucked behind his ear. The girls take it and head off, giving Craig strange looks.

His mouth feels dry. He hasn’t seen Kenny since middle school, no one has. The last thing he expected was to find him, let alone in Denver in the backyard of Clyde’s frat party. He also wasn’t expecting Kenny to have gotten so hot, but he doesn’t linger on that for long because Kenny’s still staring at him and saying nothing. “So you sell weed in the backyard of frat parties now?”

This question seems to bring the blonde back to reality, reminding him of where he is. He takes his eyes off Craig and looks down at the money in his hands, sliding his backpack off to tuck it away. “Yeah, amongst other things. These Denver kids pay anything. I just charged those girls thirty bucks for a J. Are you-” Kenny’s eyes darted between the contents of his backpack and Craig. “Are you looking to buy? I got everything.”

“I’m not really looking to pay thirty bucks for a joint,” Craig replied flatly.

Kenny cracks another smile, pulling a joint out from his backpack and holding it out. “Friends and family discount. This one’s on the house.” Just as Craig reaches to take it, Kenny pulls it back. “But you gotta share.”

Craig knits his brows together. “What?”

“Consider it an act of South Park solidarity,” Kenny says. Craig wants to question him, but he holds his tongue. Honestly, all he wants to do right now is talk to Kenny. 

There’s something wrong with Craig. He doesn’t really know what, but he knows that it keeps him tied to his hometown in the worst ways. Clyde seems unaffected; He can go to college and play sports and join fraternities and flirt with girls, living off beer and dining hall food. Meanwhile, Craig feels like he’s watching his life from the passenger seat, and whoever’s supposed to be steering him is making all the wrong choices.

But right now, with Kenny, he feels like he’s behind the wheel again. Despite how much he hates South Park, he could always be himself there in a way he can’t be in Denver.

Kenny’s looking at him again in that way, and Craig realizes he hasn’t been talking. “Yeah. Better than hanging out in there,” he says, glancing back at the frat house.

“So, you’re in the frat?” Kenny asks, and Craig is grateful for how skeptical the question is.

“Hell no. I don’t even go to this school. I tagged along with someone.” He doesn’t say he’s here with Clyde. He doesn’t really know why. It feels a bit selfish, but Clyde doesn’t need this like Craig does.

“And they let you in?” Kenny asks, sparking the joint. He takes a few puffs before passing it over.

“Barely,” Craig pauses, taking a hit. “Is there tobacco in this?”

Kenny grins, seeming incredibly proud of himself. “I remember you were one of the only non-goth kids that actually liked smoking. I figured you would be a spliff enjoyer.”

Craig just stares at him for a second before replying, because Kenny McCormick might be his savior right now. Something pulls at his chest, but he’ll blame it on the smoke. “Nice,” he says, which he hopes tells Kenny thank you, you’re an angel and not just because you’ve given me my nicotine fix.

“Frats never let me in at first,” Kenny says, running a hand through his hair, revealing a few hidden ear piercings. Hot. “And then I open the backpack and I’m like, hey, this party is going to be super fucking lame without me. And they go, oh you’re the weed guy.”

Craig hands back the spliff, nodding. “And that’s who you are? The weed guy?”

Kenny scoffs. “Motherfucker, I’m the everything guy. I’ve got weed, I’ve got coke, molly, poppers, shrooms, acid. I have narcan, I have condoms and lube, I’ve got fucking advil. I am literally the life and death of the party.”

Craigs brows raise, and not just because Kenny looked right at him when he mentioned poppers. “Damn,” he says, because he’s not sure how else to respond. There’s a lot going through his mind. When was the last time he actually saw Kenny? Maybe it's because they’ve been passing the spliff back and forth, but Craig feels like he still hasn’t fully taken this all in yet. He’s not sure if he’ll see most of the kids from his old class again. But the last person he ever expected to run into would be Kenny.

“You’re staring,” the blonde says, prompting Craig to open his mouth to come up with some excuse. “It’s cool, I’m kind of staring too.” Craig looks into Kenny's eyes, which are darting all over his face like he’s looking for something. “It’s crazy.”

“When was the last time I saw you? Middle school?” Craig asks, trying to justify his fixed gaze.

“Probably,” Kenny replies with a shrug. He turns away then, taking a deep drag before passing it over.

“You dropped off the face of the earth,” Craig says. He lets the joint sit between his fingers for a moment. It wasn’t uncommon for Kenny to ditch school for periods of time, which is why it’s not clear exactly when he dropped out of school entirely. Craig just remembers about a month or so going by before people started realizing that he wasn’t coming back. “Everyone thought you died.”

“I did,” Kenny says without an ounce of sarcasm in his voice. 

Craig blames the strange reply on the fact that they’re both a little high. “Shut up,” he says, rolling his eyes.

“No joke. I died, and death was like ‘Okay let’s go asshole’ but then I woke up not dead the next morning, and figured that I probably had some shit to get done, so I left.” Kenny looks at Craig like he’s told the story dozens of times. 

Craig takes a hit, because he doesn’t know what to say and he doesn’t really know what to do with his hands. That feeling he gets when he talks to strangers comes back up, he’s back in the passenger’s seat. He knows he’s about to say something incredibly stupid. “It’s like The Seventh Seal.”

Kenny quirks a brow. “What?”

Craig does not mean to keep talking, but the obnoxious film student side of him seems to be taking over. “It’s, uh, this old Swedish movie about this guy who returns from war and he meets Death and Death tries to take him but he thinks he has more to do so he challenges Death to a game of chess.” And then, he hears himself saying something possibly even stupider than an insanely outdated film reference. “I can show it to you.”

Everything is slowed down, leaving the conversation-killing comments Craig just made to hang in the air between them. He remembers now why he doesn’t get high at parties, because then he has to talk to people. Kenny’s expression is completely unreadable, and Craig is just about ready for his only lifeline at the party to ditch him.

“Like right now?” Kenny asks. 

Craig almost coughs, but plays it off as him clearing his throat. “What? I mean, I meant like-���

“Let’s get the fuck out of here.” Kenny cuts him off, dropping the nearly finished spliff on the ground and stomping it out. He looks back up at Craig, then smiles. “Didn’t seem like either of us were really having fun anyway.”

“Yeah,” he replies unsurely, followed by a firmer “Okay.” Clyde’s not gonna be happy. Kenny begins walking out of the yard, and when he’s not looking, Craig shoots his friend a text; heading out. feeling weird. hangover breakfast tomorrow?

He feels a little bad, but then he looks up at the back of Kenny’s head, that choppy blonde hair, and the sounds from the party begin to fade out into the night as they slip through the side of the house, and he doesn’t care about anything else.

The walk back is long. Craig’s campus is on the other side of town, about a forty minute walk. Kenny doesn’t offer up his place, and Craig doesn’t question him. All the deliberation about their destination is Kenny asking if he lives in a dorm (yes), and then if he has a roommate (no). They talk about what they’ve been up to for the last five years. For Craig, it’s pretty mundane. Trying not to flunk out, lamenting his little sister’s journey into young adulthood, dealing with his obnoxious friends.

Luckily, Kenny does most of the talking. He was pretty quiet when they were younger, Craig remembers, only chiming in with a dirty joke or insult towards one of his friends. But now, he’s expressive as he explains what he did after running away from home with a stolen car. Whatever calling he felt all those years ago told him that he needed to make some kind of money. He seems a little sensitive about how he ended up dealing, leaving out some details that Craig doesn’t ask for. However, Kenny boasts that he’s able to send it back to Karen to keep the lights on back home. Though he might’ve gone missing for the rest of the town, he’s kept in touch with her.

It’s the most Craig has enjoyed someone else’s company in a good while. When Kenny speaks, Craig finds himself brushing against his arm. It’s cold, and the little bit of warmth he gets from those small moments of contact radiate through his entire body. There’s something magnetic about Kenny. When they make it to his dorm, it’s like no time at all has passed.

Craig opens the door to let Kenny in and feels more nervous than he has in a while. It just hits him in that moment that Kenny’s actually in his dorm, they didn’t even do this when they were kids. Then, the other realization that he has a guy in his single room to watch a fucking movie hits, and Craig wipes his palms on the side of his jeans.

“Congrats, Craig, this is the most generic dorm room I’ve ever seen,” Kenny says. He’s walking around the small space, arms folded over his chest.

“What?” Craig asks, closing the door behind them.

“No posters, plain blue comforter, you’ve got like one family photo and some dirty clothes on the floor as the only indicators that someone actually lives here.”

Craig tries to think of an excuse that’s not I don’t feel like I could ever make this space my own, and then realizes that, what the fuck it’s just Kenny McCormick ripping on him, same way they all used to rip on each other. “So you see the inside of a lot of dorm rooms, then?”

Kenny smirks, his face now fully visible in the room’s fluorescent light. Craig stares again. “Are you slut shaming me right now, Tucker?” He asks, though he doesn’t seem offended in the least. Craig forgets to breathe for a second. Is he flirting with me?

“Don’t we have a movie to watch?” Craig says. He wants to change the subject from the dangerous territory they almost just approached. “You can sit,” he says, gesturing to his bed before he grabs his laptop off his desk.

Kenny drops his backpack onto the ground, kicks off his shoes, then sits down on Craig’s navy comforter, leaning back against the wall. 

Craig sits beside him, keeping a respectable difference, and starts looking through his downloads folder to find the movie. He tries his hardest to keep his eyes on the screen, even though he knows that Kenny’s looking at him right now. 

“You want me to turn the lights off?” The blonde asks, pushing down on the top of Craig’s computer a little bit. Craig only responds with a small nod. He watches Kenny get up, looks at the way his torn-up jeans fit him, the flash of those ear piercings. He watches Kenny and makes a decision.

“You know, I do have one cool thing in my room,” Craig says as Kenny sits back down on the bed.

“Yeah? A shitty porno stash?” Kenny teases again, and Craig can just see his cocky smirk in the dim light of his computer.

“No, asshole,” Craig replies. He turns to his night-stand and turns on a small, black projector. The room lights up in different shades of purples and blues that dance across his ceiling in waves, accented by tiny stars of different shapes and sizes, all swirling around the two of them. Kenny just looks up, his smirk fading fast. “Um, I used to have these glow in the dark stars in my room at home, but I thought that if someone came to my dorm and saw them, they’d think I’m really fucking lame. Which, I might be a little bit. But, I don’t know, it’s cool to look at when I’m high and it, uh, kind of reminds me of being home.”

Kenny looks back to him, his face glowing in all different colors in the light of the projector. “You’ve changed.”

Craig raises his brows, not quite expecting that response. “Since I was thirteen? No shit.”

“Nevermind, still the same sarcastic asshole,” Kenny says, chuckling. “Maybe you haven’t changed, then. Maybe I just never got to see you this…” He trails off.

“This what?”

“This closely.” 

It occurs to Craig how close the two have gotten now. There’s no more respectable distance. He looks down to see that their knees are touching now and when he looks back up, Kenny’s leaning in to kiss him.

It’s short-lived. When they stop, Kenny stays close, his lips just hovering over Craig’s. He’s asking if I want to keep going. Craig reaches up and runs a hand through Kenny’s hair, pulling him back in. The two shift, with Craig leaning back and Kenny coming to straddle him. There’s an unpleasant sounding thud from below them, and Craig realizes they’ve knocked the computer off the bed.

“Shit,” Kenny mutters.

Craig just chuckles. “Forget about the fucking movie.”

He wakes up the next morning to the sight of Kenny’s bare ass across the room.

It takes him a few seconds to remember how he ended up in this situation. Right. Clyde’s party. Found Kenny in the backyard. Came back to the dorm. Had insanely good sex. No wonder he feels so sore. 

Craig basks in the view for a second, not just of Kenny’s ass as he pulls his boxers on, but of Kenny in general. He knew he felt something with Kenny last night, and attributing that to their shared history just didn’t feel right. From the moment they kissed, Craig realized that their connection actually ran much deeper than he thought. 

He admires Kenny in the morning light the way he couldn’t last night, spotting freckles he didn’t see, little scars and birthmarks. However, the realization that Kenny’s getting dressed pulls him out of his just-woken-up haze.

“Got somewhere to be?” Craig asks, voice groggy with sleep. 

Kenny jumps, looking back to him. “Shit, I was trying not to wake you up.”

He sits up now, pulling the comforter up to cover his lower body. “You were just gonna leave without saying anything?” Craig asks, hating how childish he sounds.

“You were sleeping so peacefully, I didn’t want to disturb you,” Kenny replies, though Craig can tell he’s not being sincere.

The warm fuzzy feeling in his chest quickly vanishes, leaving a cold hollowness. He’s done one-night stands before, why does he care if Kenny wants to slip away without a word? Without any hint that he wants to see Craig again?

And why does the thought of Kenny leaving hurt so bad?

“What the fuck, Kenny?” He says, trying to keep his voice even.

Kenny looks around, rubbing the back of his neck. “I don’t know what you want me to say here, Craig. Last night was great? I had fun?

Craig swallows. Maybe it was all just one-sided. Maybe that was just sex for him. “Sorry,” he says, looking anywhere but Kenny. “I’m sorry. Fuck, I’m not trying to make you stay if you don’t want to. Last night was kind of more than just fun for me.” He leans forward, putting his head in his hands. 

Kenny sits on the bed across from him. “What do you mean?”

Craig sighs, keeping his gaze fixed down on his bed. “I don’t know. I thought you would stick around.”

“Do you… want me to stay?” Kenny asks. Craig looks up at him, and Kenny’s expression is plain as day. He’s scared.

Craig’s brows knit together, and he knows he needs to be plain with how he feels right now. “Of course I want you to stay.”

Kenny looks off,, and it’s like Craig can see him sorting things out in his head. After a little while, a smile comes across his face, and Craig lets out a breath. “Shit, this doesn’t usually happen.”

His candid response prompts a laugh from Craig, which Kenny quickly returns.

“Move over, Tucker,” the blonde says, giving the other a push. Craig slides over in his twin bed, leaving just enough room for Kenny to slide under the comforter beside him. “I wasn’t trying to fuck and duck, I just didn’t think you’d want me to see me in the morning.”

Craig props himself up on his elbow, watching Kenny who still seems too nervous to recline. “Why wouldn’t I want to see you?”

Kenny opens his mouth like there are a million reasons on his tongue. Instead, after a moment, he just lays back down, looking up at Craig with a smile. “No clue. I’m a catch.”

Craig laughs again, rolling his eyes.

“So, what now? You wanna cuddle and all that gay shit?” Kenny asks, gently tracing a finger over Craig’s forearm. 

Craig’s not quite sure what he wants to do. He wants to get closer, wrap his arms around Kenny and drift back to sleep. He wants to kiss every freckle along his shoulders and work his way down. He wants to ask Kenny about every scar he can see in the cold morning light. He just wants to bask in this moment for a while.

“How about that movie?”

#crenny #craig tucker x kenny mccormick #craig tucker #kenny mccormick #south park #south park crenny #sp crenny #south park fic #fanfiction #one-shot #angst #fluff #crenny fic #god im so bad at tagging #i hope people see this #i should make a tagging system #suggestive content #maybe ill write the smut scene later #idk #gay

[gingersnapped]

"Sam is probably my only friend in this town..." emergency sleepover time in the mountains after local small town emo and skater boy played too much solarion chronicles and lost track of time

#stardew valley #stardew #sdv #stardew sebastian #stardew sam #sdv sebastian #sdv sam #stardew valley sam #stardew valley sebastian #sambastian #this tagging system is atrocious #give them last names man #bought this game during thanksgiving break and have not known peace since #the chokehold this pair has got on me rn #they're in a band and only hang out with each other and abigail #can i make it any more obvious #my art id #also i got lazy lazy with this lighting #i should be studying for an exam i have tomorrow lol

[randomminty]

Enchanted by akatsukis princess carryisms

#art tag #enstars #wait can i tag akatsuki. what if thats naruto. #keito hasumi #souma kanzaki #kuro kiryu #i like posting non pokemon stuff here than twt bc of the tagging system </3 feels safer #waiting for akats climax event is like pulling teeth i really thought theyd be next i couldve never predicted 2wink #GOOD for them tho i love 2wink. yutas finally free from 5 star jail #i love posting a buncha pokemon then a random non pokemon thing im unpredictable. i keep you guessing. i draw the same 3 enstars characters #i only scheduled this bc i just posted smth i feel like i should let it breathe first #ok thats all. gotnight #edit i forgot to make it as clear as possible the only thing i ship within akats is kurokei </3333 i dont like shipping souma w them #which is why kuro and keito get a whole 3 drawings together. spoiled

[babsaros]

hey. when cis society is oppressing a trans man, what he is experiencing is. In Fact. misogyny. i'm sorry i know none of us like to be reminded of our agab, and it hurts whenever people perceive you as the wrong gender. but a cis person hate-criming, assaulting, verbally abusing, etc, a trans man is not doing "transandrophobia" because they do not perceive him as a man.

they perceive him as a woman failing at her gender, as a woman who has been seduced and lied to and manipulated because women are so easily led astray, just like it says in the bible. they perceive him as a woman who has been mutilated. they perceive him as a dyke that needs to be fixed. if they are hate-criming him because they *do* perceive him as a man, because he passes well enough they aren't thinking he could be trans, then they're doing so out of homophobia, perceiving him as a gay man, a pervert, a sissy, a danger to children. OR, they are being transphobic but specifically because they think he might be transfeminine instead. when cis society oppresses a trans woman, they are able to do it on multiple levels at once. She's a woman failing at her gender, a dyke that needs to be fixed. Or she's an evil and grotesque crossdressing pervert, a rude caricature, a danger to polite society. she will never be doing enough to escape oppression entirely, no matter if she gets every surgery she can and wears makeup every day and passes perfectly, because she lives under a patriarchy, and she's a woman, so she lives in a panopticon, and HAVING to get surgery and wear make-up to be respected IS oppression, especially if the alternative is being hate-crimed.

trans women (and trans men who pass) are not experiencing "transandrophobia" when a 'queer women and nbs" event turns them away at the door for being too masculine. they are. IN FACT!! experiencing the byproducts of misogyny in a patriarchy!!! where the terfs and coward cis women running those events and occupying those spaces have been taught (sometimes through experience, sometimes by men, sometimes by women) throughout life that men = stronger and more dangerous than women ALWAYS. That they need to protect themselves at all times and always be vigilant. That men and women can't be friends without sexual tension (and so as queer women the mere existence of what they perceive as a "man" is a threat). That women need a separate sports league because they can't possibly compete with someone who has even a little bit "extra" (an unquantifiable amount actually because there isn't a standard range) testosterone. That women should cook and men should fix cars. i promise you, i promise i promise i promise. it's misogyny. like!!! you don't say cis gay men experiences "androphobia", bc that's not a thing!! you sound like fucking mens rights activists guys please! you don't say a black man experiences "misandrynoir"!! because living in a patriarchy fundamentally means men do not experience oppression based on their gender. its not happening. shut the fuck up. stop walking us back to 2014 can we please take a step forward and stop bitching about this. there are genuine issues in the world and i'm frankly sick of people who should be smarter than that needing to be gently hand-held through this fucking explanation for the millionth time and still stomping their feet.

#cw transmisogyny #cw discourse #cw transphobia #longterm tme mutual pissed me the fuck off bye #everybody else gets to read this now #if you still don't get it idk maybe go stick your head down a toilet and flush #that might help #its so fucking simple stop drinking terf koolaid #if u are transmasc and have experienced transphobia i'm really sorry that happened to you. #and if calling it 'transandrophobia' makes u feel less dysphoric then whatever fine #but its not like. a systemic issue. #pls understand that #transmisogyny is a systemic issue we should be talking about. because misogyny is a systemic problem we have not yet solved. #i hope i never have to talk about this again #lmk if i should tag it as anything else #or if i've worded anything in a way that should be corrected

[ghastlyaffairs]

for something as trivial and simple those feelings sure are hard to get rid of

also made a gif a version for fun + alt version with no tears under the cut

the gif is in very low resolution...this is a feature (i could make it bigger but that would require saving each frame individually and than glueing it all together. also i feel like low resolution suits it better. aesthetically and fits the mood)

#hs #homestuck #dirk strider #eye strain #probably? if you think i should tag something else let me know!! #anyway hooray its time for rambling in the tags #so uhhh heres the teæ i've been sick for like a week and you know how it is when suddenly your throat becomes the main gunk warehouse #and you can't breathe lol. wish i could just pull it out. anywaaayy this is basically a vent piece for me being sick lol #also i could draw remotively the same thing with kris deltarune. oh how easy it is to project having a cold #though i have been also experiencing troubles with feelings recently as well....how fitting for dirk #speaking of the man himself (enough of me) his relationship with his own Heart...is peculiar to say the least #the thing i love about alphakids is that despite being so feral they were. so relatable. i cannot stress this enough how unwell they are an #and how they represented being a teen so well. yeah being 15 years old makes that to you #imagine being an emotional mess and trying to fit the 'norm' and act normal about your friends so youre not offputting #and then you fall in love with you friend and your ai clone falls in love with him too looool noone makes out of this one alive #uhh literally. godtiering stuff and dying remember #and speaking of it. tw for suicidal talk for the rest of tags #do you ever think dirk was suicidal. of course the part of when he teleports his head to jake was totally planned and he knew he would -> #wake up as dreamself but. don't you think the moment he cut his head off was sort of. cathartic. how much did he hate his own guts #beheading himself not only for the plan...but also because he thought he 'deserved' it #also wow he is a Prince and was literally beheaded don't you think its funny hahaa #sigh poor thing #this has ended on a not the very pleasant note hm #also fckkkkkk i didn't draw anything with rose/mary for the lesbian visabilty week #(putting the slash because tumblr search system has a dumb gag with showing you posts that contain the tag inside the other tag. #and i don't want this post to show up for the ros/mary fans because it's not!!!! its rose's father emotional crisis post!!!!) #update YOOOO WHAT THE HELL THE GIF HAS EVEN LESS PIXELS THEN I PLANNED fantastic #this your breakfast now tumblr. enjoy your crunchy flakes of dirks meltdown. mwah

[chaosphil]

english language degree

#throwback to 2016 gamingmas im trying to find stuff for a compilation if i ever have the energy to make it so im putting this here for now #should start a proper tag system eventually #dnp cant spell #dan and phil #phan

[mwagneto]

why is everyone suddenly jackdoctor posting. like i'm not complaining i've just been indescribably sick over that entire storyline for years so it's funny to see it picking up steam again

#UTOPIA IS UP NEXT IN MY REWATCH BRO I WILL LITERALLY DIE 😅 #and i keep seeing that utopia clip someone posted that i still can't hit play on like oh my GODD you want me to die #the way it's like. already batshit crazy if you just watch dr who but then here i am having #consumed literally hundreds of hours of extra content and soso deeply ill #YOU GUYS DON'T EVEN KNOW ABOUT.... HHNNHNYJTNJFHFHFHFHDHB #so glad i get to force THREE of my friends to watch t.orchwood with me coz I #never got to talk abt it before and now I'll finally be unleashed. lordddddd #like ohhmy god it's not even like... like i dont SHIP them i dont think i ship anything in dw #but what an incredible story especially after you get All of jack's side of it. hough #i should whip up a list or a watching/listening order or something the catalogue of dweu in #my head has to be of SOME use other than making 3 specific ppl sit through it with me.... #doctor who #jackdoctor #jack harkness #trying to start a tagging system for dw after 7 years on tumblr is gonna bite me in the ass

[blaiddraws]

Dragon OCs time. not posting fanart for once!

siblings Quincy and Percy (short for percival) respectively. they came to me in a dream, literally

body type as shown. quincy here, but her brother is the same. his coloring starts dark and fades to red, where quincy's starts red and fades to dark. quincy has larger tusks, percy has longer horns.

attempt at skull structure also

#dragon #dragons #blaidd's ocs #quincy #percy #dragon oc #dragon siblings ocs #in the dream i had there was a whole plot with them too #AND their names came from the dream. it was truly incredible i could never just do that while awake lmao #I've had several dreams by now that have had spontaneous dragon characters i remember enough to make into ocs #i should do what lupik does and actually organize my tag system for my ocs better

[serpentinegraphite]

So, first off, this is not an attempt to kink shame (dubcon and noncon are great!) but I do keep seeing a thing in fics (I do NOT see this irl in kink spaces nearly as often) where like. A character will interrupt the flow of the scene to check consent

And I don't mean in an "are we still green?" Or "what's your color?" kind of way, but I mean. The author has tagged the fic and indicated via prose and/or author notes that they are doing their Due Diligence to make sure this fic is Righteously Consensual from top to bottom, No Question About It

And a character will ask for full sexual consent either directly or indirectly or renegotiate the boundaries of the kinks being practiced AFTER the sex acts have already begun.

Here's the thing: horny brain isn't great at making decisions! irl in kink spaces, there's often a lot of emphasis on negotiating BEFORE the scene begins, perhaps even with a space between negotiation and the scene if it's with a new/unfamiliar partner (maybe it's a few minutes while things are set up, maybe the partners negotiate a day or more in advance! It depends!), and not changing the parameters of the scene after someone is already horny or god forbid already in subspace.

Again, these are perfectly fine rules to break in fiction, when the author is aware of it (most characters are not going to be fully familiar with safe, sane, consensual practices and the traffic light system, nor would we want them to be!) but I'm increasingly finding fics where the author DOESN'T seem aware, which takes a normal fic (in-character, with reasonable but perhaps even somewhat dubious practices, which the author isn't emphasizing or preaching about) into Red Flag Territory (a character, OOC, yanking me out of the scene to behave like a PSA about consent instead of conforming to the horny tone of the scene, and perpetuating unsafe practices anyway)

If you are writing a master manipulator or someone who wants to have a gotcha, you totally said it was okay on a character they are trying to bone (which is well in the realm of non/dubcon) that's fine! This PSA is not aimed at you. But if you are trying to write someone who Cares Strongly About Consent, then perhaps be more aware of when is an appropriate time to escalate the situation (sexually speaking) or ask for consent!

#like you don't see this shit in the sex pollen tag! #those folks know exactly what they're doing and they're having a great time #and i don't want to call anyone out specifically because like. this is a multi fandom issue #and i see it mostly in fiction space #written by people who are probably not active in their local kink community #but i did just see a really egregious and specific example which triggered this rant I've been sitting on for a WHILE #like. people who are writing heat fics also typically know! if the sub is gagging for any phallus it's not the time to ask for consent! #they're well past that point!!! #it's the fics in between that think they're doing uwu soft romance with a bit of spice #that don't know how to warn for shit and make me very concerned for their safe sex practices in the future #this is 10000% more egregious if you DO write a character who is keenly aware of SSC practices #if your character goes to kink dungeons or has opinions about the traffic light system #they probably should know not to fuck with renegotiating mid scene #this has been a psa

[xulips]

I need more info in the freakvamp au. like. does akito have organs? if not, does that include a brain?if n brain, how think? if have, why? if no blood, there's no way to get water around his body? no blood vessels? so uselessly existent organs??????? HELP

HAHSGS SORRY OP I THOUGHT IT FITS HIS CURIOSITY

but to answer ur question, kinda! he only have those that's beneficial to his daily activity, like his digestive and respiratory system. for example he doesn't have a heart to pump blood because he has no blood to begin with.

the way it works is that akito only digest meat (carnivore moment) and the nutrients from said meat (extracted thanks to the help of his special digestive system) helps his internal organs work just like normal, even better if the meat is fresh + has blood on them. more nutrients means an even stronger body

and for the brains and other parts of the organs, it's really just.. pure meat slob no bones whatsoever (this might make people believe he's weak in general because of no skeletal structure underneath him but his muscle power are way beyond comprehension to balance it out) (he's still an anomaly afterall, he can't be easy to kill)

i didn't actually plan for this au to become a real big thing in this account so i haven't done much research BUT! here's what i think about it so far :3c

#do i even want to talk about his excretory system. #sigh. no. he doesn't shit. i'm not explaining that. #talking abt him makes me forgot that he's a monster that u should be afraid of because he's super hard to kill #and not just. a meat slob #but he kinda is one anyway lol #and also addition to the nutrients from the meat he eats #it also dilutes (?) his 'rotten meat' smell for a couple of while. so it's like eating and taking a bath at the same time #he takes personal baths too don't get me wrong but it's helps the smell a lil if it's from within instead of only his skin #ask #freakvamp au #req #<— just to tag the art

[iwontknock]

just a page of doodles from the other night!

#dont knock #knock knock game #wilmot #sorry for inconsistent tags i should go through and clean up my tagging system sometime #sometimes i dont want things to end up in main character tags but it makes organization odd lolol #his design is just so fun to draw over and over and i still feel like i havent quite pinpointed his Creepiness yknow? #hes infesting my files

[no-light-left-on]

So the Death of the Outsider lacks a chaos system and it makes perfect sense

(I recommend reading my other post on how chaos works in the DH universe first but it is not mandatory.)

The point of the chaos system is, at its core, a reflection of how a world already at its tipping point reacts to the player's actions: Dunwall ridden by the plague and oppressed by the Lord Regent’s rule, Karnaca bloodfly-bitten and slowly torn to shreds by the Duke with people scared after the recent coup.

Billie, however, simply exists as a person once the world has been tipped towards the better, Emily having reclaimed her throne and Karnaca slowly but surely steering towards better times. Her quest is not motivated by politics or by a falling empire. It is entirely personal to her, Daud, and the Outsider.

Billie is an ex-assassin. She puts the world on a tipping point, but she does not decide whether the world rights itself or comes crashing over the edge. She takes jobs from the black market, sometimes killing people for money, because that is all it is to her - a job. And while she may kill innocent people while at it, there is no more terror it can bring atop the cruel rule of the Duke and people dying in the mines. In the end, she will disappear into the shadows. It is just another mugging, another unfortunate murder of a father coming home in the evening. Nothing more, nothing less. No responsibility to take over it after.

She is dedicated to her quest, and that quest is not even hers - it is Daud's, and she is just going along with it out of maybe guilt, maybe old times' sake. She is not even that interested in killing the Outsider herself, has very little stakes in it, and decides to go through with it because it's what Daud wanted. There is no world that can react to her because she is the world that is reacting, in a sense, to Daud's wishes and the Outsider's subtle interventions.

Compared to, say, DH2 which takes place months before the events of DotO, Billie has very little to lose, no place to reclaim, no world to save. The results of her actions, no matter what they might be, won't change how the world is at the end of the game. Emily can choose whether a brilliant doctor lives so she can save lives, she decides whether the Howlers or the Overseers take over Batista, dictates who rules and with how much power, with what level of cruelty. Billie is killing a god, no matter what it takes, and there is little need for consideration of how this result is achieved.

The game does not even have targets, save for one, the Outsider himself. All the missions are about gathering intel and preparing for the job. The structure of the whole game is very different to serve the purpose of the plot and honestly it's a clever choice so that the focus remains on the one thing only - killing the Outsider.

One thing I did not mention in relation to chaos in my other post is that the chaos also influences the Outsider and his speeches at the shrines. Which, fair enough, it is just one more change in dialogue among many. But in the case of DotO, he is directly involved. He is not an observer anymore. He has real reason to be emotionally invested in what is happening and what Billie is doing. He needs to bait her into murder, or change her mind to spare him and free him from his eternal imprisonment. There can't be a change from interest to cynicism as Billie kills more people to get to him, because in the end, he is the target. He wants out of the Void by any means necessary, which means he has to be fully invested at all times. He has no reason to suddenly go soft and make subtle comments. He comes across as so much more malicious in this game, maiming Billie and being so incredibly cruel when he tells her that Daud has passed while she was away. All this because he can't risk her changing her mind, thinking to herself, “Hey, maybe he sucks but he’s not That Bad” and then turning on her heel to leave. He is trying to influence Billie instead, which he didn’t do with his Marked (unless you count his mentions of multiple possible outcomes as influencing, or him telling Daud about Delilah).

So no, the world won't change for you, the player. It won't change because you chose not to kill anyone, not even the contract targets, because if you don't do the dirty work, someone else will. And the Outsider cannot change either, because Billie is not changing the fate of an empire. She is changing the fate of Him, personally, and he cannot afford to let her choose the only bad choice - indifference. So there is no point in a chaos at all.

No matter what Billie does in the end, the outcome will be the same - the Void will change. sShe will change the universe as they know it, but no matter how she goes about it, the change will come. She is not faced with a question of what she wants the world to be. She was guided there by others, expected to do one thing - kill a god. The world has set her up, and now she has to react.

And so she comes to the Void and is met with the only choice that will matter: Is she going to show mercy, or remain the same?

#dishonored #doto #death of the outsider #daud #the outsider #billie lurk #another post on 'people dont understand chaos in these games and I am Upset about it' #while checking the wiki on the missions in doto so I wasnt actually forgetting anything I found out that someone got hired over doing #analysis of the game on twitter and harvey noticed #if this is all somehow correct and harvey sees it hi hello let me write dh3 I promise I wont make it into a dating sim #these are not tags I should be leaving under this post #anyways uh yeah there you go #dh #I should write that one post talking about how I interpret the chaos system in each game separately #also read the first essay. I am begging. its good #essays tag

[doeblossom]

more shipping with @whirlwindflux's characters. surfer dudes bromance... bro...........

i dont usually have characters that im comfortable shipping just for funsies, but tanner and percy have been very good candidates!

#art #whirlwindflux #more tanner #i should really make a better tagging system

[osddid-i-do-that]

Love living the dichotomy where you desperately want your trauma validated but at the same time you’re also completely convinced that you’re tricking people into thinking you’re the victim …

#any time people are like #Jesus yeah that’s fucked up and should have happened to you #I’m like #shit did I spin this to make it LOOK like I’ve been victimized?? #would an impartial observer think that I’m really the problem?? #am I behind everything awful that’s happened to me??? #trauma #actually cptsd #actually did #actually dissociative #osddid #sysblr #dissociative identity disorder #did system #actually osdd #sbc system tag: pyxis 🔮

[foursaints]

may i ask the diff between rose n thorn and rosenmördee

yeah ofc!! i use both only because i don’t want to spam the rk tag… rose&thorn is for “posts i make about My Version of them” while rosenmörder is just a scrapbook tag for things that remind me of them

#a #rosenmörder is functionally a pinterest board. to me #i should make a navig page but i love the inscrutable inner machinations of my tagging system

[peridots-pixiwolf]

[Start ID. A digital drawing of Minos Prime from Ultrakill, who's wearing a strapless slit dress and sandals of the same deep purple. He faces towards and slightly to the right of the camera, his head is tilted further right. With one hand he gestures in a vague pointing motion, his arm folded and held close to his body. There is nothing in the background, but bracing himself on one arm, Minos is implied to be leaning against something about the height of a countertop. The background is a blank purplish black, save for three diagonal stripes in the colors of the bisexual flag. End ID]

Shading study that quite literally came to me in a dream two weeks ago, after this post apparently beamed itself into my mind

(also a few edits below the cut! they're very slight but whatever :])

[Start ID. Three different versions of the previous drawing. The first changes the tone of the lighting from blue to pink, and similarly the shading from pink to blue. The second replaces the faint black border with pink, purple and blue, syncing with the stripes in the background. The third combines both these changes. End ID]

#the tags got NERFED so let's try this again. #peridots-art #minos prime ultrakill #ultrakill #ask to tag #organs #...? gore maybe? for the whole ''transparent chest/visible cardiovascular system'' thing. not very detailed/realistic though so #i don't think this has all of the same charm as i usually find in my posts. but i tried my best to make it work so i don't think it matters #also ''not too happy with how this turned out'' is something i've seen tacked onto posts worthy of being preserved in museums #i heard someone say his snakes should be ball pythons. i'm not autistic about snakes so i decided to listen to the masters #i still have seven levels to p-rank before i can meet this guy!! halfway there (lust/greed and 1-3 remaining) i've only had my own copy #of ultrakill for a week and i already have 33 hours in. anyway he's grown on me i think. absolute bi king and only monarch i respect <3 #i think it's interesting how i now define my queerness by being gray-ace and trans when i first only identified with bisexual. it's still #an important part of me even if sometimes i forget. sorry that sounds completely unrelated but it's related to my feelings on this piece #anyway (i wonder how many ''anyway''s i've slapped on so far) i also find it interesting how often people draw him with this body type. #i think it's cool there's variety in how people draw the uk characters. it just kinda feels right here? i know i unfortunately don't draw #fat characters often at all (partially due to being a primarily fandom blog who likes to stick to canon designs. i wouldn't say i have #trouble with drawing a realistic amount of fat even on rather thin people though lol) but i try! also genuinely unsure what counts as like. #fat vs chubby? or whatever? i don't know exactly how the terminology works and a fair amount of minos' bulk is muscle anyway but. yeah 👍 #men are pretty in dresses my final message. goodbye