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Remember that time Xiao Jiu wanted to beat a kid with a brick?
The scene where Shen Jiu threatens Shi Wu is possibly my favorite scene in the whole novel because it tells us so much about qijiu's dynamic, both past and future, and namely, that they're both little freaks (affectionate) who show love in weird ways. I think it particularly exemplifies several of Yue Qingyuan's traits that often go overlooked!
I am just going in order. All excerpts are from the Seven Seas official translation, Volume 4, Chapter 24: Yue Qingyuan and Shen Qingqiu.
Shen Jiu fights for resources
“Shen Jiu, don’t think you can just throw your weight around. You don’t own this street. What gives you the right to tell us we can’t stay?!”
This main street was wide and even, and many people came and went upon it. If one wanted to beg, it was the best and prime location. Some of the passersby watched this group of children fight, but even more hurried on their way.
And this new brat had the gall to challenge him. Shen Jiu looked down and around, preparing to find a brick with which to teach him a lesson, when a tall youth happened to walk over. He saw Shen Jiu rolling up his sleeves, head lowered, and hastily went to stop him. “Xiao-Jiu, let’s go somewhere else.”
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With Yue Qi standing in front of him, Shiwu grew bold. He leaned forward and yelled, “Every time we go to a new place,you always hog the best spot!
From this we know that Shen Jiu, without fail, tries to claim or fight for the best begging spots in every city. This isn't fully textually supported, but add to that the later section that mentions how Shen Jiu was far better at begging than Yue Qi and I think that, on some level, SJ feels responsible for both his and Yue Qi's wellbeing. Chasing off the other children is not just a selfish act, but also a protective one.
According to the orders given to them, Yue Qi should have wailed and wept, but no matter what, he never could manage to cry. Therefore, this task had instead fallen to Shen Jiu, even though he was faking an illness that supposedly left him too feeble to weep. But he was small and his face wasn’t too unsightly to look at, so whenever he sobbed and bawled, the passersby found him pitiful and generously opened their wallets. It would have been no exaggeration to call him a money tree.
Xiao Jiu fancies himself the breadwinner lol.
How Yue Qi reacts to accusations against Shen Jiu
That first youth took the opportunity to tattle. “Qi-ge, he’s bullying me.”
“That wasn’t bullying, Shiwu,” said Yue Qi. “Xiao-Jiu was just joking around.”
“Who’s joking?” said Shen Jiu. “I’m telling him to get lost. This is my territory. I’ll kill anyone who tries to steal it.”
I've anyways found this passage so telling of their eventual adult relationship! First of all, Yue Qi implicitly takes Shen Jiu's side, and immediately defends him. This seems to be taken for granted by all characters, so we can assume this is their standard dyanmic. Yue Qi, notably, does not deny that Shen Jiu was threatening Shiwu. In this situation where SJ is actively gearing up for a fight, it would be a very poor defense, and that's probably true of most messes Xiao Jiu got himself into!
Most of Yue Qi's actions in the scene are attempts to de-escalate. This is just my theory, but I think in Yue Qi's mind, who's at fault is much less important than making sure no one gets in trouble with a higher authority. Even if he knows SJ could win the fight, it would only gain SJ more animosity, and possibly the attention of someone who would be a real danger.
I think it's evident how Yue Qi's ethos of keeping their heads down and not causing trouble or drawing too much attention would feed into how he handled Shen Qingqiu's less commendable behavior as an adult and complaints against Shen Qingqiu.
In the brothel scene later in the extras, we can see that he's conscious of their image.
Yue Qingyuan yanked Shen Qingqiu off the bed. He was in a rare fit of anger. “Why are you like this?”
“Why am I like what?” asked Shen Qingqiu.
“Two of Cang Qiong Mountain’s head disciples getting into a huge brawl inside a brothel—does that sound good to you?”
Imo, now entrenched in the politics of the cultivation world, YQY sees protecting SQQ's image/reputation as an important part of protecting SQQ. Yue Qi spent his childhood managing Xiao Jiu, and as an adult, he's not able to so easily break the habit, not matter how SQQ scorns him
Shen Jiu does not get upset by attacks on his character, only from Shiwu calling Yue Qi "Qi-ge"
With Yue Qi standing in front of him, Shiwu grew bold. He leaned forward and yelled, “Every time we go to a new place,you always hog the best spot! Everyone’s been sick of you for ages! You think you’re all that? That everyone’s afraid of you?”
“Shiwu,” Yue Qi scolded. Amidst the struggle, Shen Jiu kicked Yue Qi in the shin. “If you want a fight, I’ll give you one. Only losers would blame their spot for their incompetence. You bastard—who’s your Qi-ge? I dare you to say that again!”
Now granted these aren't the most cutting insults, but it's SO interesting to me that Shen Jiu doesn't react to the insults directly. To me, this is a little bit of evidence that, even at this age, Shen Jiu had already decided he was a bad guy, and stopped caring about what others thought of him. The glaring exception to that was, ofc, Yue Qi. I think part of the reason that SJ reactions to the "Qi-ge" specifically, is that Shiwu just said that no one likes Shen Jiu, and then tried to align himself with Yue Qi. I think to SJ, he sees a real threat in the idea of someone else stealing Yue Qi, the one person who likes SJ. SJ is so possessive of Yue Qi not just because he's Qi-ge, but also because, without him, Shen Jiu would have nothing and no one.
Yue Qi tries to deescalate by coaxing/appeasing Shen Jiu
“You’re the bastard! I bet you’ll get sold off soon and end up a pimp!”
Yue Qi didn’t know whether to laugh or to cry. “Where did you learn that kind of nonsense language?!” Then he dragged Shen Jiu off to the side of the road while coaxing him. “All right, you’re the most competent one here. Even if you didn’t pick and choose your spot, you’d be the best. So let’s change streets.”
Shen Jiu stepped on his foot. “Get off me! Like I’m scared! Come on, fight me! Wanna gang up on me? Go ahead!”
Of course Yue Qi knew he wasn’t scared. If he really let Shen Jiu brawl with the other kids, he would fight dirty. He’d gouge at their eyes and kick them in the belly or crotch or shin. He was terribly vicious, and the other party would be the one to end up suffering and bawling in terror. Yue Qi forced down a smile. “Are you done stepping on my foot yet? If you are, stop it. Qi-ge will take you somewhere fun.”
“What shitty ‘fun’?” Shen Jiu asked savagely. “The most fun I’ll have is if they’re all dead.”
Yue Qi looked at him helplessly and shook his head.
Yue Qi only barely scolds Shen Jiu, even when Shen Jiu in the wrong (tried to steal Shiwu's spot and then almost beat up Shiwu). Instead, his reaction is to distract, coax, bribe, and praise him until SJ looses interest in whatever trouble he was going to cause. Yue Qi is so biased, and he spoils him 😂. Even when Yue Qi has so little he can give, he managed to spoil Shen Jiu by giving him so much favor, attention, and affection.
I think this is something that comes naturally to Yue Qi to the point that he can't help himself from doing the same thing as an adult, even when SJ scorns him. It's just the correct response to seeing a Xiao Jiu! He's the "why do we have hands" meme fr
Yue Qi smiles imagining Shen Jiu beating up the other kids
Of course Yue Qi knew he wasn’t scared. If he really let Shen Jiu brawl with the other kids, he would fight dirty. He’d gouge at their eyes and kick them in the belly or crotch or shin. He was terribly vicious, and the other party would be the one to end up suffering and bawling in terror. Yue Qi forced down a smile. “Are you done stepping on my foot yet? If you are, stop it. Qi-ge will take you somewhere fun.”
I don't have much to say about this, I just want to remind everyone Yue Qi finds SJ's violent, feral tendencies adorable. This man has no desire to train his cat, and he will insist it's friendly even as it gnaws on his arm.
In Conclusion?
This single scene shows us the trajectory of qijiu's relationship going forward, the strengths of their relationships that became pitfalls. It allows to imagine what they could have become if not torn apart by a world set to doom them.
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om gosh just- alister getting into some trouble with some mean people but then, out of no where- a odd looking & powerful Zoroark (Hisuian) comes out to protect them! and they're badass! they got one eye damaged, their body is littered in scars and maybe a arm is missing? they been through some tough stuff but they see Allister as one of their children.
and surely, allister has them on their team now? also, what would the other gym leaders think of his new pal?
"How does a kid like him get a gym leader position?"
"It should've been me, I have way better ghost types!"
"And he's always wearing that creepy mask. What's he hiding from us?"
Allister could feel his heart hammering in his chest every minute he was out in public. All he wanted to do was take a quiet walk through the Slumbering Weald and not draw too much attention to himself.
He really didn't want to be seen by anyone right now.
It's already been a bad enough day for him; the last thing he needed were cameras and phones being shoved into his face--he's gotten enough of that during today's interview.
He was asked how he felt about Victor/Gloria defeating him in the championship tournament, and he didn't have a solid answer. He only found himself getting upset over the whole thing again.
Even though Leon always told him to take his defeats in stride..it was still hard.
So he cut the interview short and ran away, making it clear he wanted to be alone without the company of bodyguards.
Why would he need them when he had Pokémon like Gengar? They're the only ones who really understood him. They never gave him weird looks for talking to the dead.
Yet he suddenly began to second-guess his decision, considering he now had no shelter from the comments of passerbys.
They doubted him all because he was the youngest of the gym leaders and wasn't as confident as the rest of them..and it wasn't right. They didn't know him like the others did.
He worked so hard to get to where he is now....not to be heckled and ridiculed for just being a kid.
Luckily, the Slumbering Weald was rather quiet at this hour-
"Use Thief!"
A flash of black and orange suddenly dashed in front of Allister, causing him to help as he stumbled forwards and collapsed to his knees, scraping them hard into the stone. The shock of the surprise attack led to his mask falling off and clattering to the ground.
Before he could reach for it, a Thievul snatched it up in its jaws, darting back to someone who was whistling for it.
He looked up, a hand over his face as he stared at the duo who attacked him: a teenaged trainer boring a smug grin, and their dark type by their side, holding his mask hostage.
And they weren't alone, as another trainer showed up with their Obstagoon, who took the mask from Thievul and wore it on its own face as mockery, laughing.
"You better give that back!" He cried out, horrified and angry. "Y-You two don't know..who you're messing with.."
"I think we already know." The Thievul's trainer sneered cruelly. "You're just a weak little kid. Did you know that you're the most unpopular gym leader in this week's poll?" They waved around their rotomphone
"..I-I don't care about popularity.."
"Pssh. That's a bloody lie if I've ever heard one." Obstagoon's trainer huffed. "Ya really showed your fans how selfish you actually are. Ya wouldn't stick around for autographs and just ran off...how do ya think Leon and the rest of 'em will feel when they hear about that?"
"Stop it..please." Allister begged, his hand grasping Gengar's dusk ball in preparation.
"I doubt they'd want someone like you representin' the-"
"VUL!!"
Out of nowhere, a blast of dark purplish energy careened into Theivul, causing it to slam into the nearest tree and flop to the ground like a ragdoll. Its trainer looked bewildered, confused as to where that shot came from.
Then a blur of white appeared and snatched the mask straight out of Obstagoon's hands, much to its shock as it looked all around...unable to see who it was.
But soon they all heard a spine-chilling howl, spinning their heads to find out that the source was you.
A white Zoroark standing in the fog.
Yet while you certainly looked like one, your hair was drastically different compared to the usual tied-back look of normal Zoroarks. Instead, it appeared as long shaggy wisps with red streaks waving all over the place and covering one of your eyes.
Not only that, but your whole body looked as though it's been through the toughest of battles: scars littered your torso, some patches of fur were entirely missing, and--to Allister's shock and sadness--you only had one arm. The other was nothing more than a stump.
Even so, you weren't backing down as you stalked towards him, the bullies, and their Pokémon, teeth gnashed in anticipation.
Thievul and Obstagoon both took up protective stances, ready to attack on their trainers' commands.
Except..
No commands were uttered for a few long moments, and they looked back to see the sheer horror plastered on each of the humans' faces.
"I-It's...a...a....IT'S A ZOMBIE!!!" Thievul's trainer shrieked, forcing their fox partner back into its ball. "So the rumors are true..y-you really CAN summon the dead!!"
"...huh..?" Allister blinked in immense confusion.
He didn't summon you..
"W-We were just kiddin'. You're great!! You're worthy of wearin' that ghost badge!!" The other stammered, recalling Obstagoon. "We won't bother ya..e-ever again...just...."
They took one look at you, and as you growled lowly, the two trainers screamed and ran away.
"WAAAAAAHHH!!!!"
"DON'T EAT OUR BRAINS!!!"
After their voices faded and Allister watched them disappear for good, he looked back up at you in wonder. No longer was he covering his face, so you could see his eyes practically sparkling.
"They were wrong." He whispered. "You're no zombie. You're...the Hisuian Zoroark I've read about."
Of course you were. He's heard about this variant from what he believed were just myths of the Hisui region that existed long before Sinnoh. From what he knew about them, and judging by your current appearance...the agony you suffered in life was also reflected in your death.
Had he not been a ghost trainer with such a unique connection to the type, he would've thought you were a zombie, too.
As your gaze pierced through his soul, he remained on the ground, feeling as though he got hit by a frozen status effect. He didn't dare to move, knowing that a Hisuian Zoroark's anger was not to be trifled with.
Perhaps you saw him as just another human to take your rage out on.
For you likely held the same grudge as all the others of your kind...
One that was bitter, eternal, and cold as the frost that took your life after you've spent all your energy and hatred in battle; your scars and lost arm were simply the products of you flinging yourself into vicious fights with humans and Pokémon alike--no self-preservation instincts to be found.
Allister had no clue what you were thinking, but as you suddenly crouched down in front of him, he flinched back, arms shielding his face in fear of what you might do.
"Zo...."
"..wh-what..?" Uncovering his face, he was stunned to see something familiar in your grasp being handed over to him:
His own mask.
Of course. He forgot you swiped it from that mean Obstagoon earlier.
Yet he didn't take it back right away, instead looking up at you and seeing nothing but warmth in your eyes. He noticed the one covered by your hair was blind, given the milky look and the deep scar that went through it.
Despite seeing how you've suffered countless hardships, likely endured an agonizing death, and came back out of pure spite and hatred for humans...
You reached deep into your cold, dead heart and rediscovered strength and kindness--both of which you used to protect this young ghost trainer when he needed it most.
You knew he wasn't like those who exiled you.
No.
He was a friend.
He reminded you of all your children back at home: the Zoruas who followed you in life, death, and the after..fearful of what they've become, but feeling safe when you were around.
You couldn't reach them anymore, yet you wanted to protect someone. Anyone.
And you found Allister.
A small sniffle and whimper snapped you out of your thoughts, noticing the tears rolling down the young boy's face. You frowned a little, looking down at the mask.
Was this not his?
"D-Don't worry, I'm....so happy, Z-Zoroark..thank you.." He whispered shakily, smiling as he took it back, putting it on to hide the rest of his tears. "I..d-don't know how you got here, but you saved me. You put those bullies in their place. Nobody takes me seriously as a ghost type gym leader..much less a trainer..but you do, don't you?"
"Ark-ark.." Nodding, your gaze went to the dusk ball clipped to his belt, and you tapped on it with a rugged claw.
At first, he flinched at the sudden motion, before realizing you just wanted to see the pokeball. "Oh, this? I-It's a dusk ball..a version of a pokeball that helps me catch Pokémon at night. Or in caves.." He showed it to you, allowing you to sniff it curiously-
Only to accidentally boop your nose against the button, causing it to open and capture you.
At first Allister panicked, dropping the dusk ball to the ground as he watched it shake several times, scared out of his mind.
A million thoughts were running through his head right now:
Was it going to break?
Were you going to be angry?
Did you want to be captured?
What if-
*click*
'Huh...?' Bewildered, he looked down to see that the accidental catch was successful. And he picked up the dusk ball, opening it and letting you back out, expecting you to be enraged.
Yet..you seemed content.
You looked surprised, sure, but you soon smiled upon seeing him and nodded your head.
Indeed, you wished to become his partner Pokémon.
"O-Okay..I guess you're coming with me from now on." Allister quietly laughed, brimming with joy on the inside. "But first you should meet Gengar. I think..you two will get along well."
"Zor...ark, ark!"
#sorry i tried writing the gym leaders into this but it just wasnt working bc i kept adding and deleting stuff so i had to omit them </3#but id say they would be thrilled that allister found himself a unique pokemon who acts like a parent#clanask#pokemon x reader#pokemon swsh x reader#pokemon sword x reader#pokemon shield x reader#pokemon allister#hisuian zoroark#pokemon reader
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hi chat. pearl made me cry at 9:30 in the morning so y'all know what time is it. warning there will be swears [i say the f word ☹️] bc i haven't slept but i'm somehow not sick rn which. hasn't happened in weeks
[and a quick health update: pretty sure i have narrowed down what's making me sick to three possible things. i'm hopefully seeing my doctor soon bc the refill on my meds expires in june. we're so close and i haven't been able to breathe]
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OH MY GOD. Y'ALL. IF YOU'RE FOLLOWING ME AND SOMEHOW AREN'T A PEARL FAN. HOW ???? GO. GO BE A PEARL FAN. IT'S A THREAT
pearl is funny and kind and caring. there is a reason i gave her 10k bits the other day. she deserves the entire world and more. i don't know what the world did to her that made her so kind
i'm not the only one who has a message though !! here are a few messages from people but i've seen so many in reblogs and tweets and whatnot
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from my lovely partner tay aka twitter user PandoraRxse: I can’t catch streams very often but your videos always make me smile and I always look forward to a new upload. Keep doing what you’re doing, you’re amazing Pearl
from lovely twitter user SKYBL1NGS: shes like genuinely super funny and has great content that everyone can get into and shes really pretty and i loce pearlecentmoon
from a lovely anonymous twitter user: she is genuinly such an amazing artist, both in minecraft and in real life, all of her art is so lively in a way that i'm not sure how to describe best. also she is such a kind human being :))
from lovely tumblr user sapphicwhimsy: pearl is such a lovely and sweet person. shes SO kind to everyone in chat, new or old, and creates such a lovely environment to hang around in. her streams are the only ones i can sit through fully, and she has SUCH a lovely voice! i could listen to her read the dictionary, because im sure she would make it interesting. she has such a way to make everything interesting! even things like sitting still for thirty minutes can be something interesting in a pearl stream, because shes always got such amazing things to say. shes absolutely beautiful, inside and out, with a kind soul that matches her through and through. the fact that she always tries to read everyone out personally, and tries to pronounce their names correctly - and accepts corrections wholeheartedly - is so nice. and shes so wonderfully accepting to all of her community, and always has well wishes for everyone. shes truly a very wonderful and accepting person, who deserves the world! honestly the sweetest person ive ever came across.
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anyway onto the next part of why i made this post
HOW THE FUCK IS SHE SO PRETTY. WHAT. IT'S GENUINELY UNFAIR. SHE LOOKS LIKE SHE COULD BE A GODDAMN SCULPTURE
LIKE COME ON. I WISH I COULD DRAW SO I COULD DRAW HER. SHE'S BEAUTIFUL. WHAT THE HELL. LOOK AT HER
featuring other GORGEOUS women. my god. i am so
anyway :)) it took me an hour and a half to write this bc i kept getting distracted. in short. pearl is so amazing and wonderful. it's weird how she remembers things about me and actually cares ???
also. SHE PRONOUNCED MY NAME CORRECTLY ???? I'VE HEARD SUCH TERRIBLE PRONUNCIATIONS BUT PEARL. SHE SAID IT RIGHR FIRST TRY. WHAT. i kind of want to hear how karn would attempt to pronounce it
[bc yes. i'm okay with anyone, including streamers, calling me vyren. you know me better than my dad does. it's okay to call me vy, vyren, gasp, or gasps]
sleepy brain wrote this post and i want to say so much more but i can't. i had a better message when i did my 10k bits message but that thing is long gone. the only way pearl knows about those bits is if she sees this
and to her community: i love y'all. y'all are lovely. thanks for helping make my shitty life a little brighter. the world may not be kind to me, but y'all are. thank y'all for that. y'all are so lovely
pearl, if you see this, sending all the love to you and your three cats. and yes. karn is the third cat
#pearlescentmoon#maintagging like she is a vampire and my tumblr is my house#appreciation post#the second time i've invited her in#chat y'all better say y'all's favourite things about her#and to people who are mean to pearl: i am in your walls 🫶
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A couple of replies today!
Anonymous asked:
Edmundedmundedmundedmundedmundedmundnebulacollegeedmund YESSS I have been fed content and I'm so motherfucking happy
The boy looks wonderful in both bunny suits ❤️
Hehehe thank you so much!! I love love love drawing boys in bunny suits, so I am very happy for the opportunity to draw Edmund wearing it…both options~
Anonymous asked:
If Jack and Ortho sees Vil in that outfit, I'm sure they find it attractive.
Of course they will, everyone would~ not only these two.
(related to the latest event)
But I would love to see their reaction to Vil in that outfit as well… I feel like Jack would get visibly flustered, but wouldn’t look away even for a moment.
Ortho would take pictures and record Vil just so he always has the image of Vil looking so good in his head lol
Anonymous asked:
Ok, but those Crewel/Deuce comics, fulfilling another fantasy of mine 😩👌
Actually, the funniest thing is that I've always imagined that those two would have a secret relationship and only would start "officially" dating when Deuce graduated nrc. Like on the weekends, Deuce would tell people that he's going to visit his mom or a cousin, but in reality, he's going to Crewel's place for "extra credit."
Funny scenario: 19/20 y/o Deuce posting on Magicam that he's in a relationship with Divus and all his notifs are from his friends blasting "ayo? 🤨" Then he gets a text from his mom like "DeeDee, you know I will support you in everything and anything but don't make the same mistakes as I did when I was younger, this is how you were born 😔"
(related to this comic; sorry for the late reply!)
Thank you, Anon, I am happy you liked the comic!
Out of all the first years, Deuce does feel like the type to officially go out with a teacher after graduating lol I can’t explain it, but it feels right in a weird way. I wonder if any of the first years would suspect that Deuce isn’t really visiting his mom or a cousin whenever he leaves to spend time with Crewel…
Also! His poor mother, this boy just keeps making her worry lol At least Deuce isn’t going to get pregnant, so that should be a relief…
blackbutlerfandomnerddomain asked:
If we had a battle of crossovers, who would win: GreenViolet or LilIdia
Hmm, how are they fighting? Is this a fist fight? Then Lilidia, because Lilia would outsmart Greenhill, and Violet and Idia both are wimps who can’t fight lol
In terms of a relationship… it’s a bit difficult to compare them because both couples are kind of confused within themselves. Greenhill is a bit oblivious about Violet’s feelings, and Lilidia are both confused about them being online friends lol so now I imagine these four looking at each other confused because they don’t know why are they even here and what is going on.
If both ships are established relationships though, it would be a tough fight, because Greenhill and Lilia are both competitive.
GreenViolet could win because Greenhill knows Violet better than Lilia knows Idia. And Lilidia could win because Lilia is a war veteran who would get super excited about winning and then teasing Idia about them being the best couple ever…
Anonymous asked:
All You Wanna Do by Samantha Pauly, the live Broadway version reminds me of Alois. Especially the last two minutes…
Wow, listening to this while thinking about Alois was quite a journey! 😬 It really does fit him in a lot of ways, and the last two minutes are especially heartbreaking. Ghhh I love Alois’ story so much.
Thank you for sharing, Anon.
Anonymous asked:
The last ask regarding the Leech parents and their reputation if both of their sons started dating. Out of all the characters you ship them with, which one would make the best impression? My first thought was 🥁 Riddle 🥁
If Floyd would ever settle down (which is hard to imagine with his unpredictable personality), it would definitely be with Riddle. I also think Riddle would make a great son-in-law. Even though Riddle would be very nervous meeting The Leech parents. Riddle Leech has a nice ring to it. Maybe Floyd would take Riddle underwater to live in the coral sea. Goldfish Riddle confirmed??
But then again, I wonder how Mrs. Rosehearts would feel if her son decided to marry the son of a "Yakuza" boss. Mrs. Rosehearts and Mrs. Leech meeting each other?! 👀
(this is related to this reply)
Sorry for the late reply, Anon! Your ask got me thinking as well, as you can see lol
The Leech parents would absolutely love Riddle! Both because he is hilarious (so uptight, I mean, upstanding!) and because he is genuinely a surprisingly good pick. Just like you said, he is so polite, so well-educated, at times it almost feels too good to be true, how come Floyd of all people brought home such a good boy? They always expected Jade to be the one… They’ll absolutely let the boys know about it lol embarrassing all of them.
Riddle would be super nervous and a bit scared, but parents are parents, even if they are scary fish mafia parents. So he has to be respectful and polite. Which is honestly only going to amuse Mama and Papa more – Riddle is so tiny and cute with his baby face and tiny hands and stuff, but oh so serious. He’s like a baby doll… they would woobify him a lot lol and tease him in general, but always try to be stealthy about it. Maybe they just don’t want to scare him away because there is no way Floyd finds someone else similar to Riddle lol
Also! Riddle being a goldfish merman is such a fun theme, I love it when people draw him like that. Floyd really should turn him into a merman, poor Riddle is going to be so confused. He is reversed Ariel lol
Oh Mrs Rosehearts is going to hate this so much… Leaving her alone with Mrs Leech is such a bad idea, because Mama Leech is going to play along at first, complaining about how having sons is such a huge source of stress, how rude and ungrateful they are sometimes, and just how much she wants them to just be good and proper at everything that they do. Mama Rosehearts could even think that they are on the same page at first (even though this Leech woman is way too dramatic…)… Mama Leech would just troll her the entire time, just as she does with everyone she talks to… but she’ll like her a lot, she’ll consider her a good friend afterwards <3 and call her every day.
Another potential partner that the Leech parents would love is Idia, and we have some thoughts about them, but I’ll share them a bit later – there is another ask related to this topic that I’ll try to write a proper reply tomorrow. So consider this a teaser and thank you for your patience 👀
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Chapter 173 Expert Review: The "Hey, my boyfriend saw you across the bar and we really dig your vibe" Edition
The cover makes me so uncomfortable it's like I'm at a party and said something weird just as the music went quiet and everyone heard and they're all looking at me and everyone hates me and I'm so anxious and
Welcome to the Chapter 173 Expert Review! I have completely lost count of how many of these I've done. If you're coming here for a well-thought-out meta-commentary on the hit series franchise anime manga One Punch Man, then look elsewhere because I put a grand total of ten minutes of thought into this post that took me 45 minutes to write.
I hope you're all well. If you're new here from Twitter then yes, I'm really always like this and I apologize. I don't know how to segway to the actual commentary, so um......... here we gooooooo.....
I don't know what I was expecting. Could I have predicted that Murata would yassify Bofoi? Probably. Do I ever want to come to terms with the fact that he did? No.
Shut up I'm not saying anything. I'm not saying anything. I'm not. He looks like he's wearing those really oversized dentures at Party City. His head looks more like an egg than Saitama's. Why does he still look kinda.... no I'm not gonna say it. I'm not. I'M NOT. GET OUT OF MY HEAAADD RAAAAAAEERERARAAAAWW
I'D FUCK HIM!!!! I'D FUCK BOFOI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I'M TIRED OF PRETENDING HE'S NOT AN ENDEARING SORT OF UGLY OK IM SICK OF IT!!! I'M GONNA DESTROY HIS OLD MAN CERVIX!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I WANNA FUCK HIM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
How many enemies has Saitama made just by existing already. Is this number three? Sonic, God, and now Bofoi? Oh, well, I guess Saitama did fuck up his robots but that was self-defense 100% and it WILL hold up in the court of law.
Oh, okay. Now we have a better idea of the timeline since Saitama became a hero.... only two months???? Dude, I've had packages lost in the mail for longer than that.
I kinda thought he'd been a hero for at least six months. I guess what Garou said about coming back to fuck up the heroes after six months at the beginning of his arc was only a sort of red herring to make it seem like he'd be the world-ending Shibabooby prophecy, but in relation to how long Saitama's been a hero, turns out my guy only fucked shit up for like, what? One month?
Was this just obvious to everyone else except me. I really should've never learned how to read dawg.
THANK YOU Amai Mask for being the "Please explain the plot so readers with the comprehension skills of fourth graders can know what's going on" character in this because I swear to fucking god I had no clue what anyone was talking about.
Also, Ninja Leader makes an appearance as Blast's totally super platonic partner. Supposedly they were "searching for a mysterious cube" together. People these days make up such weird euphemisms for skipping work to fuck each other in a ditch, I swear. 🙄🙄🙄
A couple of things:
Is Blast wearing the Ninja Leader's glasses in the present? Oh, so they really were super platonic, huh.
You mean to tell me bro aged THIS MUCH in two years? 700 days ago he was late-twenties rager at Planet Fitness and now he's a 57-year-old salt and pepper daddy at the gay bar?
I guess it could have something to do with his powers, manipulating space-time and all that. Blast teleports through something that is basically a copy-and-pasted black hole, which could explain why time flows differently for him, but doesn't time slow down near a black hole? So he should be aging slower if anything.
So, did God age him? Is this even the same Blast that came in contact with God? Something something uuuhh time travel something something...
I don't fucking know. This could also just be a case of "Murata doesn't know how to draw people that look their age" although he's been getting better about that, at least... Just seems ODD to me that Blast has aged like an avocado in a manga where characters only seem to look younger as time goes by.
Very noble that he's fighting God alone with the Interdimensional Justice League and their Pocket Dimension Pool Table to protect everyone else. Something still feels fishy about this, though........ especially since he's a deadbeat ass dad in the webcomic. I don't trust a GODDAMN thing this boy has to say. I DONT CARE IF HE'S HOT!! And I think that is so brave of me.
Forrest has a theory and everyone's gotta hear about it a million times until he's proven otherwise.
Y'all already heard me say how God has one-sided beef with Saitama because Saitama broke the limiter God had placed on him, and I suppose that alone is still a decent reason for God to be pulled to Earth, but I still think God's full body (and power) is imprisoned in the dimensional seal Blast was screaming about as Saitama was fighting Monster Garou V2.
And Saitama's habit of fucking shit up as collateral for saving the world is further eroding God's jail cell, so he's unknowingly helping his enemy get closer to him. This fucking goober.
It makes sense because the massive body in the seal looks like a fully-formed person, whereas whenever we see God free, he's always a sort of unfinished skeletal figure. He's incomplete.
Is this another one of those things where it seems painfully obvious to everyone else except me. Y'all are free to hop in my inbox and call me a dumbass if you want.
Final thoughts because this review is already too goddamn long and I wanted to shitpost a bit more but I guess I can do that on other posts because I'm TIRED.
All in all, we really needed a good expo-debrief chapter to put everything in perspective because the Monster Association arc was a load of reveals with not a lot of resolutions. I think the ending was still very anticlimactic because, although we were introduced to a lot of shit like God and Blast and whatnot, none of that was really tied up in a satisfying way, nor left on an interesting cliffhanger. Just more and more questions. Even Garou's arc hasn't ended really, and all the development he and Saitama had gone through was forgotten (for NOW, because of Genos' core, but I digress) so it almost feels like... not much really happened at all. Nothing really ended, it was just a collection of more plot threads beginning.
I wish ONE waited a bit longer to really delve into God and Blast because I think the Monster Association arc could've been a lot more comprehensive and well-paced if it had just been (mostly) contained to what was happening between the heroes and monsters. But I can appreciate how comprehensive the plot is now after the fallout, just... the road to get here was rocky. I lost all the tires on my jeep.
I'm excited for Psychic Sisters.
In conclusion: if you were at the Whole Foods down the street and took a blue bike tied to the railing then you're a fucking bitch GIVE IT BACK!! THAT'S MY FUCKING BIKE!!
GIVE BACK MY FUCKING BIKE!!!!! YOU STOLE MY BIKE!!
p.s. -- I'm still waiting for the Zombiedad and Child Emperor Get Milkshakes Together omake. Murata, pls. Also give my bike back.
Thanks for reading. Please, I need my bike.
#opm#one punch man#flashy flash#zombieman#child emperor#meta#saitama#genos#blast#god#amai mask#garou#metal knight
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"Is there a reason we've stopped to block the doorway?" Astarion drawls, taking notice of the building attention they are gathering as the weird group taking up the entrance to the brothel. "It better be a good one if you're looking to continue in this. People tend to get antsy when you block them from their evening's entertainment, you know."
He's stood practically plastered to Elizia's back having not expected her to stop dead at the door of Sharess' Caress. Gale and Shadowheart are behind him and behind them a small line is beginning to form. His lover has got the same tense posture, and he'd be willing to bet expression, that he has previously only witnessed when she has stepped onto a pressure plate trap before he's disarmed it. Part guilt, part embarrassment, and a whole lot of trepidation. He does, just in case, take a quick look at her feet to ascertain that this is not what has happened. The top step is clear of all nefarious meddling, as expected. Which has him returning to his question.
"Well?" He prompts.
She looks over her shoulder at him and he's pleased to know he would have won his bet. "Is there, at all, any way you can think of to get the other two to leave without asking questions? Any fucking way at all, I will only draw the line at murdering them permanently."
He lowers his voice to match her hushed volume, leaning in slightly. "Unfortunately not right now. Gale has been muttering his way through their lunch menu since we started heading here. I mean, I could kill them and stash them until we get back to camp if you don't mind making more of a scene than we are already but that's the best I've got at such short notice."
A shake of the head accompanies a deep sigh. "I thought that might be the case. This is going to fucking suck."
And with that she's pushing the door open and striding in with her head high. Astarion follows, curiosity thoroughly piqued. The Caress is the same as it has always been.
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Plush, deeply coloured furnishings, wait staff dressed skimpily enough to entice but not scandalise the casual lunch goer. There's even familiar faces working the bar and not so terrible singing coming from behind the velvet curtain separating the ground floor into two. He follows Elizia as she leads them up to the bar, watching her closely. He's not sure if it's his mind playing tricks or if she really has started to sway her hips more, and has she actually plastered on a mask of a flirtatious smile or is she grimacing? It's hard to tell when they're not alone or in camp. He barely can tell the differences still and she flirts with him daily on their travels.
"Well, well, well!" A silky voice interrupts his train of thought and he gets a delightful view of Elizia straddling one of the bar stools instead of sitting down like a normal person. "Look what the cat dragged in. It's been a while, wildflower, you certainly are a sight for sore eyes."
The barmaid, possibly the owner of the place if he remembers correctly, lounges over the bartop, the cut of her dress leaving very little to the imagination. Elizia, to Astarion's absolute horror, leans forward herself to provide her cheeks for two loud kisses from the woman before sitting back. It's like he's walked into an alternate reality where Elizia is apparently friendly and charming rather than sarcastically helpful and abrasively short-tempered. There's a sour feeling in his stomach as he stands over her shoulder, completely ignored by this human woman who kisses Elizia in greeting. Without getting a scowl or punched or any sort of repercussion at all. The others don't seem to notice anything out of the usual, instead claiming a table further in to wait out Elizia's apparent gods damned reunion.
"As are you, Ruby," Elizia says, sly and with an actual honest to gods wink, it takes everything Astarion has to not say anything lest he start squawking in indignation, she's never winked at him! "I take it business has been going well?"
The woman- Ruby- waves a hand from side to side. "Good enough. Not as good as when you were around to bring in the hordes but well enough, well enough. I have a room going spare if you're looking for one? Same split as before and all, better if your gentleman here is pitching in."
Astarion chokes on air he doesn't even need. Elizia recovers for him, a much more familiar edge to her voice now. "Not for sale, I'm afraid. I told you years ago, I'm done with it. I don't need the money anymore."
Ruby nods, pushing a glass of wine towards Astarion as he gets his wheezing under control. He takes it gratefully, swigging it down in one despite the taste.
"Yes, you did. I don't think I said it then but I am truly sorry for your loss, flower, he was a gentle one, that kid. Didn't deserve the hand fate dealt him, neither of you."
It takes a second before it clicks in his head. A conversation in a dead field plays out in his memory. Elizia's demeanour barely shifts but he knows her, or at least knows her tells, well enough to jump in at last, steering the conversation elsewhere.
"Are you going to introduce us, darling, or am I to stand here like a particularly fashionable accessory whilst you two catch up?" He keeps his tone light, teasing, and is relieved when she takes it as the lighthearted jab it is.
"I don't know," she teases back, flashing that falsely carefree smile at him. He decides he hates it. "You are just intimidating enough to be an incredibly attractive bodyguard."
"Oh you'll need one of them if you're sticking around," Ruby says with a chuckle that has Astarion looking at her with narrowed eyes.
"And why is that?" He asks.
Ruby nods subtly to a number of guests scattered across the room. "I still get enquiries after you, kid. You are apparently rather hard to forget."
"Oh good," Elizia says through gritted teeth.
Astarion leans in close to her, voice low as possible so only she hears. "Say the word, darling, and we are gone. Or, if you'd rather they go, I will be more than happy to oblige. With great relish if you don't object."
She kisses his cheek and reassures him that she'll be fine, no spilt blood necessary. He backs down reluctantly.
"Dangerous indeed," Ruby muses. "If you're not here to work, what are you here for after so long?"
"Can't a girl just come to visit?"
"Are you paying for this visit?"
"I'm paying for lunch, surely that's good enough?"
Ruby shakes her head. "You know that ain't where the real money is. What about you, you've been here before, haven't you? Hard to forget a face like that."
Astarion looks between the two women, wondering when he'd lost all control of his day. "Um. Hi. Yes. And no."
"You sure about that? We got plenty of types to suit your every fancy, all of them I'm sure would be happy to spend time with the two of you, or just yourself if I've read you wrong."
"No! I mean- yes, we are but no, thank you, to your...types." he splutters his way through, hands waving to really add to his overall look of idiocy, if he could blush he'd be red as the carpets. None would recognise him now as the irrestible seductor he was.
"We're sure," Elizia says, swiftly saving him from further rambling. "We've got business to attend to, I'm afraid."
It's only when Elizia has steered them away and down through the curtain into the adjoining room that he realises she still never introduced him to Ruby. He's lengthening his stride to catch up and quietly ask her when Elizia is suddenly not on the ground and is being spun around in a circle by a very handsome, very happy drow. Who is wearing very little. Elizia is laughing, crying to be put down weakly as she gets spun round and around. Astarion, on reflex, has a blade out ready to take his first opportunity to defend Elizia. Finally letting her go, the man hands Elizia off to a very similar looking female drow who wraps her arms around Elizia's neck and kisses her. For a good time longer than is socially respectable between close friends. The male drow has a hand on Elizia's back still, terrifyingly low and very, very, familiar with her. Astarion stows his blade as Elizia gently pushes the woman back, saying something he can't quite make out.
There's greetings again and another hug between them all and then Elizia is stepping backwards into Astarion, deliberately slotting her back against his chest and covering his hands with her own when he wraps them around her stomach. He props his chin on her shoulder, all too aware of her slight shaking and the tension she normally would have lost from being in his hold by now. He takes deliberately steady measured breaths in the hopes she'll follow his example. She does, thankfully, and the shivering lessens gradually even as she makes introductions.
"So, you two are related and yet offer yourselves up as a package deal? My, you have rather more incestuous friends than I expected, my dear," he tests the waters with a quick kiss over the perpetually bruised bite mark on her neck, she doesn't shy away but doesn't relax any either.
"We are twins, yes, but we are not so corrupt as you are no doubt picturing. Should both our services be called upon we may kiss for their pleasure, and coin, but that is all." It's aggravating how pleasantly the drow responds to his jab, how easily he brushes off Astarion's less than gracious judgement.
"I take it you worked together then, dearest?" He asks Elizia, stamping down on the stupid prickle of jealousy trying to scorch its way up his throat.
"From time to time," Elizia says, not a hint of her discomfort to be seen or heard. "The younger ones tended to go for these two and I often had the elder, something to do with looking young and only being a half elf compared to their hundreds of years."
"Plus she looked absolutely delectable every night. Could charm her way into anyone's gold purse this one," the sister says, clearly thinking it a compliment but Elizia's shift further back into him said enough. "But I take it you know that already," she carries on with a wicked smile, "is he the reason you left?"
"Alas, no," Astarion answers before Elizia can, "I haven't had the pleasure of her company for much longer than a couple of months. Right time, right place, and we've been travelling together since. We've only come back to pass through, won't be staying long, I'm afraid."
Elizia pinches the back of his hand subtly.
"Or maybe we will!" He rushes to add. "Who knows! The whims of fate and the Gods and all."
"Well..." the twins share a look before the female drow, he really didn't pay any attention to their names, continues, "that's...lovely. I'm sure."
"It is," Elizia agrees before extracting herself from Astarion's hold. "It's been lovely catching up but our friends are ordering food and I'm the one paying so we should go make sure they aren't going mad. I'll try and come see you again soon. It's been too long."
There's another round of hugs and then Elizia is taking his hand and leading them back to the others.
"That was far less painful than I expected," she murmurs to him as they approach the table.
Gale is already tucking into a bowl of something steaming, a book spread out in front of him. Shadowheart is methodically picking apart some sort of pie looking bored. He does feel a bit of pity for her, the wizard is not the best dinner conversation. They slide into the chairs left opposite the two, glasses of identical red wine ready and waiting. Astarion starts inspecting it whilst Shadowheart leaps at the chance to have an actual conversation rather than sit in silence. For a cleric she is not best known for her patience nor comfortable relationship with her own thoughts. He supposes he isn't much better but certainly he's less desperate about wanting his due attention.
They've barely been sat down for five minutes before the first of them comes over. Completely uninvited, a tipsy, giggling kaliodescope of a bard is swinging herself into Elizia's lap without so much as a by your leave. Astarion watches, jaw dropped, eyes wide in dismay, as the frankly horrifically dressed tiefling boldly exclaims how much she has missed Elizia these past few years before sticking her tongue down her throat. Gale casts sleep on the girl quickly and that's the first one disposed of. Elizia applogies to them with a world weary look in her eyes and nary a blush to her freckled cheeks. Shadowheart accepts the apology and their conversation continues as if nothing has happened.
The second assailant nearly has Elizia and Astarion's blades through their neck when they approach on silent feet to clap their hands on Elizia's shoulders to shake her in excitment. They don't kiss her at least. Astarion desperately wants to touch her in any number of possessive, and some deprived, ways to put a stop to it all but with every unexpected touch Elizia tenses further and further so he can't. He keenly knows the hunted look in her eyes and he doesn't want to add to it. So he keeps his hands and thoughts to himself as they eat.
The third, and final, person is a human man who looks for all the world like a perfectly decent type until he's crowded Elizia into an alcove on her way back from the bathroom. He watches, empty wine glass cracking under his grip, but doesn't intervene. Won't intervene until Elizia gives him a signal to because she is her own woman, his equal in strength and loyalty and if she can trust him to flirt his way through every conversation then he can trust her to handle herself how she wants. This is all beautiful, wonderful growth that he is sure he will look back on with pride until he smells her blood.
Things happen rather fast at that point.
Shadowheart shouts an exasperated "For fuck's sake, Astarion" as his chair clatters to the ground loudly but he's not listening. He is, as it happens, across the room throttling the man and spitting threats into his face until he runs out of creative ways to describe cutting off his fingers. He lets go and the man bolts. Elizia is stood, seemingly still processing everything.
"Where did he hurt you? Can I touch you, love?"
She nods slowly, eyes following his hands as he inspects her forearms and wrists then tilts her head from side to side to check her neck.
"You're bleeding, Tavaril, I need you to tell me where because I'm quickly running out of places to check that won't have me tracking him down and gutting him in an alley."
A flash of recognition crosses her face and then she's catching his hands in her own, drawing them up to her left ear. His index finger comes away with a small drop of her blood on the tip, her earring was pulled, that's all.
"You've gotten very sensitive about my blood, haven't you?" She sounds like she's mocking him but he can hear the quiver of nerves too. "You didn't do a thing when everyone else was feeling me up but as soon as someone else spills a tiny bit of my blood..."
He pulls away, unhappy with the bitter twist of her lips, the dip in her brow.
"I think you'll find that the first couple of times I was seconds away from feeding them their own tongues. Ask either of the other two, I've practically been twitching the entire time."
"That's a lot of restraint for you."
He shrugs, smiling down at her. "What can I say? I trust you, darling, and I didn't want to make things worse. A first for me, I know."
Her eyes soften and she holds her arms open. "You won't make it worse."
"Mm," he hesitates a moment longer before stepping into the offered hug, tucking his face into her neck to breathe her in. "I can't fault them their adoration for you, I suppose. You are magnificent, after all."
He feels more than hears Elizia's laughter.
"Would you like me to, shall we say step in, next time? Should there unfortunately be a next time."
"Only if you don't mind, I just... it's exhausting and they're more likely to back off quickly if I have a dashing companion to cut in."
He pulls back to check that no actual damage has been done to the tip of her pointed ear. "Flattery will get you everywhere, my dear. I will gladly make a nuisance of myself for your honour. What was that man even doing to tear your piercing like this?"
She rolls her eyes and brushes his hand away to feel it herself. "He never liked my ears, reminded him that I was half-elven and he had some history or some such with elven neighbours and long story short he would cover the tips when he wanted to look at me. He's an idiot and I didn't often let him have his way but when my brother was especially bad, in the winters especially, I had little choice. He paid at least."
There's a fair few things he'd like to say to that but what's done is done and Elizia looks more comfortably herself than she had and he doesn't want to ruin it. Instead he lifts her hand to his lips, pressing a kiss to the backs of her knuckles.
"I happen to love your ears, my sweet, my half-elven love."
"Oh really?" She asks, teasing properly this time. "I hadn't noticed, what with your fixation with them every time we slept together. Also, laying it on a little thick there."
Astarion groans, dropping his forehead against her still lifted hand. "Do you have any idea how many filthy things I want to say to you right now? You're torturing me, Elizia."
She pats his cheek with her free hand. "You can tell me all about your innuendos later. Gale is about to be propositioned by a man I know has a thing for scholars of all things and I want to see how long Gale takes before he realises he's basically talking dirty to him by telling him about his book."
"Torture. Elizia. Torture. You are a devil in disguise."
"Just a bit of a professional whore," she says, tugging him to the awaiting disaster.
He intertwines their fingers fully, allowing himself to be led. "The best of us are."
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You have to stop making such amazing art. Tumblr is so restricting I can’t possibly reblog it enough /lh But alas. Words also have meaning, right?
Be warned: I may not make any sense because I’m tired <3
Your art is literally so. Inspiring though. Your style is so beautiful and pretty and it’s just somehow— It makes me want to create? Honestly. I’d love to have a style like yours, but also I’m happy with mine! So instead, the inly valid thing to do is EAT YOUR ART AND REBLOG SO MANY TIMES!!! I’m keeping my own style, and building off it: While you and other artists do the same with what you do!
That being said. Your art just makes my day sometimes. Seeing you post gives me such joy and anytime I see the stupid silly (Cedar /Affec) it’s an instant giggling and kicking my feet like a feral child. So much stimming happens, and I literally love every design and thing you come up with. It’s just. Woah <3
My want to eat art is always at a 10/10: Let me consume the heckin heckles out of everything. Like. shredding the entire walls up. Such zoomies from art. Everything about your art most times just feels. Soft and cozy. Makes it feel like home sometimes and probably tastes like. Fluff. (That’s not a taste but whatever. It counts in my brain?) Maybe even like some sweet candy or dish, idek. Tastes aren’t tasting but damn art does arting?
Not only are you a cool and amazing talented artist, you’re also such a cool person beyond that and just so sweet I would just like to hug, yknow? Strangely I feel like I should be like. Somewhat intimidated because COOL PERSON ARTIST WOAH YOU INTERACT WITH ME??!? But also, I’m not… Really that intimidated? I don’t know, feel welcoming, just like the feeling yoir art brings and its just. Comforting?
You and your silly goody personality is so amazing and you’re so talented, I’m gonna flee now back into the ground: Hopefully this made somewhat sense— And that you have a lovely week/day/month— Just time in general!
*descends away*
~ Z
No I won't stop! Only pretty designs and silly guys ✨!
(I am also very tired so its all okay. Also apologies if you wanted this answered privately.)
Also I'm gonna cry abkvjadbvjkkdvbad /pos
This means so much! I'm very bad with explaining how I feel but I'm gonna try my bets lmao. It makes me so happy to hear that people really like my stuff, AND think I'm a cool person! I want my space to be kinda chill, friendly, etc and I'm very glad that so far I've been doing a pretty good job :'D
tysm again! I'm very glad u like my stuff (and think I'm cool). I woke up a few hours ago with a headache, dizziness, and was just generally feeling kinda bad and couldn't go back to sleep. But seeing this ask has so far made my day 100 times better! I hope the space I provide continues to bring joy (or just general silliness) to you and others <3
(also I'm glad you like my art too. Ive been having weird issues looking @ my own art since December, which I've never had before, so it makes me become a little silly whenever I get a comment on it. Really improves my motivation and lot and helps me continue what I love most: drawing funny guys and beasties :>)
#anon#z anon#kheprriask#tysm for like the millionth time#also maybe almost started crying this morning?? its good dw#just makes me rly happy to hear this <3
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hi jade!! sorry if this is unwanted at all - i know it’s weird when people come to your inbox just to rant, but i just feel like your someone who it would be so nice to talk to. i am not doing well right now and i so admire the way that you talk about people and life with such kindness even when you admit you are also feeling badly.
i remember a little while ago you posted about feeling like a drag on those around you because you were feeling low or unloved even around people who love you (sorry if i’m misremembering words/feelings?). i’m feeling that so much right now and it’s really scaring me. if you’re open to sharing, i would love to hear more about how you are feeling and/or how you approach these feelings (do you talk to the people around you about them, for example?)
sorry again for the out of the blue message, and regardless of whether you read this or respond to it, i hope you have an absolutely lovely day <3 thank you for being you
No it's okay!! I'm sorry you're having a tough time my love, it's rough.
Lately I've been feeling really unhappy. I think most of it comes from internal feelings of doubt and poor self esteem and stuff like that, and I guess I try to cope with that by reminding myself that the world doesn't revolve around me. I'm not trying to suggest that anyone experiencing self loathing is a narcissist or anything, but I feel much better about not loving who I am when I remind myself that it doesn't matter? Like, it does, it really hurts, and it makes me tired, but hating myself won't change what I am, so it's okay to pump the brakes sometimes. I wish things were different, but I can make it through the day if I focus my attention on other people like my family or on expressing myself through something creative like writing or drawing. I really enjoy pretending to be somebody else. And also remembering that even if you don't like yourself, you still deserve things; to be treated well, to make your best effort to treat others well, to eat and take care of your body, all that junk.
I'm glad you think I talk about people and life with kindness, I'm really happy it looks that way. I try really hard to be good to others and to try and be mindful of the things that I have (without demonising myself for feeling the impact of the things I don't have, either). lm sorry if this isnt a good answer for your ask, I've answered and deleted three different times now because I'm not sure what to tell you, it's a hard question (but I really don't mind you asking). I'm not totally sure how I deal with it all. Not always well😭 I have these moments where I think it will never ever get better for me and that this uncertain claustrophobic feeling of who I am will always be near me. I guess if you measure it up as like —if i asked you right now if you truly believed that no one loved me, what would you say? So I definitely believe that the people around you love you, but I'm sorry you're not feeling it, it's not a nice feeling and not easy to cope with. And about being a drag, honestly even if you were a drag, love is knowing that you're allowed to do that. I know you don't want to bring people down, but some people won't mind if it's you cos they love you. You don't HAVE to always make people happy, you're a person. I'm sure there are moments where people in your life have possibly given you too much to handle, or tired you out, but you don't resent them for it and they don't resent you, either. It's the 'human condition' I think to need things from others. I hope you feel better soon! Or as better as you can, and I hope this isn't a paragraph of uselessness 💗💗
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Stan, Kyle, Cartman, Craig, and Wendy playing Fun Run 3 with their s/o🌟✨💝💝❤️🩹
AHHHH I LOVE THIS GAME SO MUCH, I've BEEN PLAYING IT SINCE 2018 and I'm just now getting back into it!
Warnings: None
Gender: Neutral
💙 Stan Marsh 💧
He only got into the game after you begged him to play it with you.
He at first thought that it was just going to be some boring furry running game, but he surprisingly got infested into the game and he can't stop playing.
He did get quite nervous when he was matched up against players that were a higher rank then him (Elites) but that didn't stop him from trying to win against them.
He is good at getting all of the items from the event and theme chests tbh, you are even surprised by that.
He is definitely the type of player in the game to invite somebody to play with while they're in a race or the arena, it's a bit annoying when he does that 😬
This boy also has incredible good luck when playing the arena and he always gets 12 wins all the time.
When you are playing in a race or the arena with him, you both gang up on the other players and you both are always ahead of everyone and win.
You did get jealous when Stan was lucky enough to get the golden fox skin (Even I don't have that 😭😭)
He definitely likes to tease you whenever you end up in 2nd place behind him with him being 1st. He'll reward you with a kiss and apology gift for trying though 🥰 (He's stinking rich with a lot of gems so he doesn't mind spending gifts for you)
He'll honestly probably draw his fun run character with you as well.
Stan loves playing fun run with you💙💙💙💙💙
💚 Kyle Broflovski 🌳
Kyle....oh Kyle....well, uhm....
He personally had no idea what this game was about at all, and similar to Stan he thought it was just a weird furry game.
You forced him to play with you after he refused multiple times 🫠
He would also probably be a noob when it comes to the races cause he isn't used to this game yet.
He gets extremely pissed when he's pulled far back from the other players when they used the magnet on him. He legit finds it so annoying when they do that.
But he also did end up having a fun time playing in the races.
He would also be a bit picky about the items he gets from events and theme chests, but he doesn't mind whatever animal skin he obtains. His personal favorite is the stuffed bunny skin.
But when he reaches the elite rank, he turns into an absolute killing machine. He is over here wrecking other players in the races. And he questions himself on why he never played this game sooner, it's awesome!!
When it comes to inviting people to come play with him, he's the one to wait patiently for somebody to finish watching an ad, playing the arena or any other races before inviting them over.
He would also obtain almost all of the golden animals to be honest.
He also has this cute little thing where he likes to do matching outfits with you.💖 or you guys also do this to confuse the other players.
He probably also imagines his fun run character giving you a kiss whenever you're in 2nd or 1st place. He'll do the same If you end up in last place as well!
And boy, he loves sending you gifts every holiday and new events that come out.💚💚💚💚💚💚
❤️ Eric Cartman 🍑
Cartman definitely forced his mom to buy him almost everything in the game so he can look better than all of the other players and rip on them.
He is a killing machine as well in the races, but he throws a tantrum every time he doesn't come in 1st place and ends up in 2nd.
He also gets pissed whenever a player in the races kills you with their power up, and he just goes out of his way to target that particular player.
Extremely picking about the items from events and theme chests. If he doesn't like the items, he won't even try to do the quests or whatever you have to do in order to obtain the items.
He also argues with people in clans he's invited in to the point he's kicked out of every single clan 💀
It's to the point he makes his own and obviously invites you to it of course.
He also probably has bad luck in the arena sometimes and he gets pissed about that.
He might also use cheat codes in the game to piss off other players If you know what I mean.
He probably only sends you gifts whenever he feels like it, he doesn't like wasting his gems.
The only game mode he likes the best is the clan battle one, because you and him get to destroy the other players together.
Fun Run is something else with Cartman around 😳❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️🍑
💙 Craig Tucker 💛
Just your average runner until he becomes an absolute killing machine like all the others except he's still chill asf.
He found out about the game while he was watching red racer and an ad on his TV showed up about Fun Run 3.
Craig personally doesn't care about obtaining the items from whatever event or theme chests in my opinion.
But he still somehow manages to obtain them even If he wasn't trying to.
He really likes the clothing items that show off finishing moves whenever you get in 1st place. His personal fav is the Aurora one.
He also is one of those type runners who aren't interested in being in a clan and they prefer to do everything themselves. But he wouldn't mind playing with you though.
He probably only plays the arena when he's farming for gems tbh. He doesn't care about the other rewards in the arena.
He probably also stays up all night playing the game because it does become addictive when you think about it.
He would rather go for the animals that glow tbh, he doesn't care for the golden ones.
He is absolutely good at the space season in the arena and quick race since he likes space related stuff anyways.
He even named his character 'Red Racer'💙💛💙
🖤 Wendy Testaburger 🍥
She would probably be the type of elite player that is untouchable most of the time.
She isn't hacking or anything, but she sure does have good timing for whenever other players are about to strike her with their power ups.
She would also be one of the couple of players to get targeted for no reason tbh, but she still manages through and gets revenge on those who targeted her.
She already has been playing the game before you so you didn't really have to introduce her to it, but she got excited when she found out that you were also playing.
She offered to be your mentor guild through the whole game 🥰🥰
She probably would also be the type to never attack any of her friends she plays with (Literally me) she likes to make sure that they're okay with her accidentally killing them in the races.
If she accidentally hits Cartman though, he would immediately target her for that. Uh oh.
Looks like there is going to be a roulette and gun war with Cartman and Wendy.💖💖💖💖💖
I haven't played the game in 2 years and I'm just now coming back to it😅😅
It's a good thing I haven't lost all of my progress and my elite rank.
#south park x reader#south park#kyle broflovski x reader#stan marsh x reader#eric cartman x reader#craig tucker x reader#wendy testaburger x reader#wendy testaburger#craig tucker#eric cartman#kyle brovlofski#stan marsh#southpark blog#southpark sp#sp x reader#x reader#southpark x y/n#fun run#fun run 3#fun run 3 headcanons#southpark scenarios#southpark headcanons
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HI!! i am SUCH a massive fan of your work and your writing style and the way you write javid ... do you have any tips on making description and dialogue/switching between the two not sound clunky?? im having trouble 😭 im eating all your fics rn btw ... gnawing on em
oh!! goodness that is high praise - well first of all thank you, that is so sweet of you to say, and i'm so flattered you felt like you could ask me for help on that. but i gotta be honest, i'm very much an amateur and i really don't feel like i have much right to give 'advice' as it were - i'm still figuring out a lot of stuff myself tbh. but something i can definitely do is tell you what i do, why i do it and how i try to improve my own writing, as it's something i think about a lot and therefore something i feel very comfortable telling people about - but again, disclaimer, this is just what works for ME. i used to be really hard on my writing because compared to the work of other people i've seen, i felt like i was being way too flowery, overstaying my welcome on a lot of passages, being overly preachy, etc etc - but trying to emulate other people's writing entirely just doesn't work and completely sucks the fun out of it. so this is just what works for me. anywhore lets get to it
so i focus on a few things when i'm writing dialogue, the biggest one being 'Do People Talk Like This?'. now that's not always the most helpful question to ask yourself since everyone talks differently and there's really no point trying to categorize it, but where i find questions like that help the most for ME is when i'm thinking about what the character's thought process would be in saying this. for example if i'm writing oscar and morris, it just doesn't feel right to have them say shitty things for the sake of being cartoonishly shitty, because what's the thought process there? 'haha i'm gonna humiliate this kid because i'm just evil!!' no one. no one does that. they have their own reasons for wanting the newsies to feel beneath them, and even if i'm only writing them for a line or two, i want that to be the thing i get across, rather than just 'the delanceys are assholes' (even if their purpose in my fics is usually to be assholes).
i also try to draw from reality a lot, conversations i've had, things i notice when people speak to me. it's difficult since i'm autistic and therefore misread things or miss things entirely, but i try to do my best from my own experiences. a lot of my scribbles so far have just been casual little snippets of javid conversations 'cause that's a really fun way for me to get to know the characters and how they'd behave in casual conversation. i really like looking into davey's weirdness and so i draw from a lot of the weird things i do, the weird jokes i see other people make that i find so damn funny, weird body language that i love, etc etc. and it's fun to see how the characters react off one another when they're just being silly. sometimes i just need to lock two characters in a room together in your mind and see what they do - it doesn't really accomplish anything in terms of fic, but it helps me get to know them and how they interact with each other.
as far as descriptions go, the thing that helped me the most was (and you're going to laugh here) going outside. i know, touching grass actually did improve my writing, it's shocking. i'm pretty lucky since i live in a seaside town with a lot of forest areas so i spent a lot of time last spring/summer just walking around with my head fully empty, and if i had any thoughts come to me that i liked, i put them straight in my notes app the moment i got them. it felt pretentious as hell at first, and yeah, some of them aren't GREAT, but it's better to have my thoughts written down somewhere i can access them again rather than just not have anything to work off of at all. i've started just carrying a notebook around with me so that if i ever have a thought that feels worth keeping i can just jot it down right away. it can literally be any thought, i think i have a line in there about a can of redbull. anything that keeps the thoughts coming. i also keep a little list of quotes my friends have said as well - it's mostly funny stuff like "adren says: FUCK CHARITY!!!" and "i love his seven year old boy swag" but every so often i get something like "time is irrelevent, the sun will still be up in the afternoon", which i think of every time i feel like shit for needing more rest.
also something that people told me to do a lot which i HATED hearing but fuck if it's not true, is to just read. like when i was in my contemporary lit class and i could just chew over alys conran for a week or two it was like a factory reset in my brain. holy fuck i love alys conran she is a goddess she IS the blueprint. she completely redefined how i look at and interpret my surroundings. and ali smith - i wouldn't say i'm a huge fan of her stuff but the way she does dialogue and character voice is SOOO special to me. i hated being told 'just read!!' because i KNOW i should be reading but unfortunately my energy is dogshit and taking in new informaton is hard, but honestly it doesn't even need to be a whole book. it can be anything. i've had my shit rocked by tumblr posts and fanfic drabbles. anything that can make me go 'huh i like how they did that' or 'hm no i don't think i like how they phrased that' is helping my understanding of how i want to write.
(and in a similar vein to that - having character tags is so helpful for me!! like i'll see the vaguest thing and be like 'yeah davey would say that' or 'oh that's jack energy' and even though it's small it still improves my understanding of the characters and how they interact/think/speak)
in terms of switching between the two, i think i have a pretty obvious pattern when i write dialogue; "the first part of dialogue", then we look at the character again, how they're saying the words, what their body language is like, what they're thinking, "and then we finish what they're saying." that works for me because i'm a chronic overthinker and i like being able to focus on the little things the characters might be trying to say without saying them outright, like if davey's stimming for a specific reason or if jack's body language is more stilted than it should be because he's hiding something, or if the narrating character is focusing on something specific that the speaking character is doing for whatever reason. but i've also been trying to notice when i'm overdoing that pattern and when it feels right to change it up a bit. i want to try and improve my pacing, since sometimes i'm spending waaay too long slogging over prose when i want a scene to feel fast-paced and intense, and sometimes i feel like i'm glossing over something that would be important to the character. so sometimes (like when jack first appears in run boy run) i want the character to go into bullet-time to emphasise the weight of what's happening and what they're experiencing, and how the character FEELS about things when they're given time to properly experience it, but other times (like in their argument at the end of the chapter 4) i want things to snap and crash into each other very quickly to emphasise a character's fight-or-flight response, how they react to conflict, what they do when they don't have time to properly think about what they're doing.
and,,, yeah i think that's everything i can think of. again i'm not gonna act like any of this is gospel, i don't even know if this is even helpful to anyone besides me, i just know that this is what goes through my head when i'm trying to write effectively. whether or not it works is up for debate - i'm still in uni and i'm still trying to explore what works for me and what doesn't. but honestly i'm very proud of the progress i've been making and it was really fun to just talk about that for a second, so thank you roman, this was very lovely! have a wonderful day :)
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Hey so this is about the GPS thingy in ch 98. I have come up with a theory on what happened exactly because I think the whole GPS situation was pretty messy. My theory goes like-
Aqua was actually using the GPS all this time! The one year that they dated fr, I think all through this time he has been using it. A person like aqua who can go to lengths to protect the people around him- ignoring kana for a whole year, preventing ruby from becoming an idol...
I don't think it's really out of his character to check on Akane's location from time to time. If she's reached where she was to safely or no. We know they talked to each other every night and aqua knew everything about akane's schedule- where she's supposed to be, at what time etc.
On one hand while I think he was guilty for using it, on the other he couldn't help but use it because, really, what's stopping him from just taking a quick peek? He has already placed it, there is no going back either way. I don't think aqua would suddenly start looking into Akane's location after a whole year of dating. How would he know that she's going to find some lead on the killer at this exact time?
This brings me to "I can guess the killer from Akane's movements". I don't believe her movement monitoring is all he did. I'm pretty sure the moment he realised that akane is going to places and doing things behind his back, he was surely suspicious. Akane never lied to him, why all of a sudden? Again, knowing aqua, he probably went out to stalk her in person. And seeing the people she's talking to (kindaichi, himekawa, some other lala Lai members etc) he probably:
1- understands she's doing research on some person who's probably Aqua's father because there is no other reason why she'll hide anything from him (flashback to ch 72 when she left in a hurry and the only time she hid anything from him)
2- does his own research and narrows it down to hikaru (most evidence should point to him). Aqua understands akane extremely well and probably knew that she'll draw a similar conclusion as well.
This brings me to ch 97. Aqua asks if akane is upto something. Obviously, again, to catch her lying. She tells him nothing much. Later she walks out of her house at night (why would she need to go out at a weird time? She was also not upto something, right? Yet she went out immediately after the call ended).
Seeing her head out of the house, aqua probably went out to stalk her again. When hiding, and observing akane from a safe distance, he noticed:
1- a man in black hoodie covering his face(just like Ryuske), was approaching her from the back, and his spider sense went crazy.
2- "akane is carrying a bouquet of white flowers like she's going out to meet someone important, but why now? She wasn't upto something, right? These white flowers, aren't these the same that Ai's killer carried? Is she going to..."
I think it was at this moment aqua realised that akane was going to kill hikaru and not before that. Also the fact that she was going to kill this person straight up gives him the confirmation that the person he is suspecting, is actually the killer, because akane has taken this massive move.
Idk if this is convincing at all
Hi anon, thanks for sharing your theory with me! I think you've given this a lot of thought and it shows. In fact, I think your theory explains some things way better than the actual canon does 😂 in particular, I've always felt that Aqua figuring out Kamiki's identity simply because of Akane's "movements" makes no sense.
I do agree that it wouldn't be out of character for Aqua to check on Akane using the GPS, so unless Aka shoots this down later, your theory will always be plausible! Regardless of when he starts to use the GPS, personally, for now I'm still assuming that Aqua realized Akane likely found his dad (and that she was planning to do something about it without telling him about it) at this moment:
Regardless, that’s just my personal theory and I could definitely be wrong!
Later she walks out of her house at night (why would she need to go out at a weird time? She was also not upto something, right? Yet she went out immediately after the call ended).
Really? I've always assumed Akane goes out the day after her phone-call with Aqua! In Chapter 97, Akane looks about ready to go to bed and Aqua is sitting by his bed too, so I've always assumed their phone call takes place at night. The clouds outside look pretty dark too.
But in Chapter 98, Akane mentions that Aqua should be on his way home from school, so the scene seems to take place during the afternoon.
Another reason why I've always assumed it takes place the following day is because I thought Akane was on her way to Kamiki's office, which wouldn't be open late at night.
Now you've got me wishing these chapters were colored so we could see what color the sky is supposed to be 😂
#onk asks convos#tbh I think the GPS messiness is because aka may have come up with it when writing those chapters#a listening device would've made more sense if this is how aka wanted aqua to figure out kamiki's identity lol
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A bunch of shorter replies today! Starting with a question about commissions and a then slowly diving into shippy territory…
Anonymous asked:
question for the chibi commission
if we’re adding more characters and want them in color would that add to the price? like would it add to the $25 for more characters in color?
Yes, in general $40 is the base price and +$25 is for each additional character. So, a drawing of three chibi characters in full colour would be $90.
But if you have a large group of characters or a big set of chibis, the price will be calculated in a different way (depending on the specifics of the commission itself).
Thank you for your interest and sorry for the late reply!
Anonymous asked:
Hi, I sent a fanfic draft to my server concerning teenage romance (M-level stuff) and a member (abt 16) positively replied I'm "a responsible artist not exploiting the subject matter". Am I being unreasonable finding this response extremely backhanded? That I'm classy and restrained enough to get a pass from antis who'd otherwise harass me? I wanna ask you given your experience dealing with those kinds of folk.
Hi, Anon!
Honestly, this would’ve rubbed me the wrong way too, so I see what you mean. It really feels like it’s “you’re better than the rest of these freaks, but you’re still on thin ice”, as if your art only exists to get their approval. Still, I don’t want to put words into that person’s mouth though, who knows what they actually meant.
Our experience is that we just don’t deal with those kinds of folk. We avoid minors as much as we can because they tend to stick to this attitude of “well if you do it like this it’s okay, but don’t make it weird”. But it’s not exclusive to minors; we avoid adults who talk like that too. We just feel like it’s always the same thing: even if you try to be as unproblematic as possible, you’ll end up being their punching bag sooner or later, so is censoring yourself even worth it in the first place?
But this is how we feel about it as someone who doesn’t get this type of comments, Anon. We are on the other side of this situation, where they would tell us “Why does it have to be sexual?” “Why do you have to draw siblings like that, what about other characters?” “Why don’t you just ship him with someone his age?”
So yeah, even though that person technically complimented you, it does sound super condescending to us personally, as if they’re just patting you on your head for not breaking their arbitrary rules. Then again, if they’re a minor, the server is clearly a safe space for them, so maybe it’s not a good place to have this type of discussion… I wouldn’t really know.
We, based on our specific content and circumstances, decided not to waste our time trying to reason with them, but once again: I can’t know for sure what that person meant when they commented on your fic. I can only guess that if you were to write something spicier than M, they would act betrayed and disappointed, and that sucks. We just stick 18+ on literally anything we do also to get rid of the majority of toxic people, especially children.
For us, it’s easier to be a terrible person overall than to try and follow their constantly changing rules of what is acceptable and “a responsible way to portray something” – they’ll claim your passable content has been yucky all this time as soon as they want to be done with you.
I hope this makes sense…
Anonymous asked:
HELP HELP RYU YOUR TWEEL/IDIA ART IS SO GOOD!!!! I LOVE THE BLOOD ON THE TILE AAHHH!!!! i love how it goes in the grout, very real. very amazing. i've always liked seeing the flow of blood, it adds a good amount of realism (but not too much!!!) i stand with your katsu because those fish CANNOT go unfucked.
AHh thank you so so much, Anon!! I am so happy to hear that hehe! I’ve been trying to work on how I draw blood, so it’s amazing to hear that it looks good.
Katsu and you are people of culture and lovers of fish, and honestly this is beautiful. I am so proud and happy for you…
Anonymous asked:
Idia….why the freak are you falling like Mikan? I suppose next you’ll fall and end up with no pants and all tied up….
YES, EXACTLY LIKE MIKAN. Oh my god. This is because he’s been playing too many videogames, now moe fall physics affects him in real life. Whenever he falls, his pants magically disappear, and the rest of his body is… well.
Anonymous asked:
… I want to touch the butt….✋👁👄👁🤚
I want to hold the butt…👐
I’m assuming you mean Idia’s moe butt, and I that’s the case, go ahead and do it! Be careful though, the guard dog might bite you…
Anonymous asked:
Digging your Catherine AU. Any more art or headcanons?
Thank you so much, Anon! We had no idea anyone would like this AU when we first posted it hehe, I’m still very excited when people comment on it.
But unfortunately, I can’t give you anything new. As I stated before, it’s been quite a while since we’ve played the game, so we don’t have much thoughts or any new art for now :( We just wanted to convey a vague concept because we liked the idea of Azul being Katherine too much lol and then the rest of it just made sense.
Anonymous asked:
How do you think tsums have sex?
Passionately. Animalistically. Roundly….
We haven’t seen the tsum event yet, but I’m sure we’ll have more opinions about their reproductive system when we do lol For now I just think they jump on people (…I mean, other tsums, other tsums!) and rub against them violently until something happens. Do they even have genitalia?
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Chapter four- I don't mind
Vic x female reader
Vics pov
I reach down to grab her book,then I notice something. Her drawing, it looks like her in a loose shirt,the shirt looks familiar. Then It clicks it's my shirt. I smile to myself, "you know you could've just asked me darling" I turn back to her,book in hand.
"Oh- I,uh" she stutters and blushes.
"How about instead of you sitting in here dreaming about this,you come with me,and you can pick out a shirt and keep it" she smiles at me, and nods her head.
I grab her hand and gently pull her to her feet. She giggles and follows closely behind me as we walk to the other dude of our apartment to my room. I open the door for her and lead her to my closet. It's a bit of a mess because I've been so busy trying to write songs for the new album. I open it up and step aside so she can pick one. "So I just pick a shirt?" She asks rocking on her feet.
I nod and smile at her. She leans down and picks up one of my old sleep shirts. "Is this okay" she asks holding it up,smiling shyly.
"Yes, but why are you so nervous love,you're acting like you just met me" I ask moving slightly closer to her
"I don't know,I'm a people pleaser I'm trying to make sure it's okay"
she smiles weakly snd I smile before reaching back into my closet and pulling our a pair of gray sweatpants and hand them to her."Here you can have these too" tilts her head slightly before gently grabbing them from me with a smile."I'm going to go put these on" she whispers before leaving my room and going to the bathroom. When she comes out I smile at the sight, the most beautiful girl I've ever met in my clothes. She smiles slightly and walks torward me. I sit with my legs across the couch and motion for her to com over. She laughes under her breath and walks over to me,she sits facing me and wrapps he legs around my torso.
"I love your cuddles" she says snuggled into my neck.
"Belive me I love yours too" I say as a start to play with her hair. I feel her smile I to my neck
"What are you smiling about I ask a smile planted on my face.
"Is it weird to say I love the way your heart beats. Oh who am I kidding I love everything about you." She says looking up at me.
"I love everything about you too" she smiles and moves positions slightly.
"How's the album going pretty boy" she asks before laughing at the new nickname I have.
" first of all if you get to call me pretty boy,I get to call you pretty girl" I pause "and the album is coming along great, honestly I just need to finish sky under the sea and the painter and it will be ready"
"I'm happy for you! What are you doing for the cover?" She asks, when I went on my run earlier me and Jaime had talked about using her concept art. So now we just need to find the right people for it, which our manager is taking care of.
"Your concept art" he smile widens and her face lights up with joy
"Really?" She asks hugging my waist tightly. I nod and she squeals.
"Are you gonna do a tour after the album is out" she ask and I sit to think for a moment. She is allways happy when we do events or go on tour, she's allways happy for us but her anxiety gets really bad when she's alone I always feel bad because we never have enough room on the bus for another person,but maybe I can surprise this time,since our feelings are out maybe she won't mind sharing a bed.
"Me and the guys have talked about it, but it's not set in stone yet" she nods showing she under stands.
"You Make a good cuddle buddy" she says trying to get closet to me as if it were possible
"Well your an even better one" I say wrapping my arms around her waist
"Are you sure you don't mind me wearing your clothes" she asks looking up into my eyes. My heart flutters, the same way it always does when she looks me in the eyes. I love her eyes ,I love her, I'm in love with her.
"I don't mind not at all."
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I realize now that you have to be kind of a freak
Something I've been thinking about lately is how to channel vague concepts like "motivation" and "focus" into actual "routine" and "practice."
And I realize now that you kind of have to let yourself just be a freak about something.
Of course, I say "freak" with nothing but half-joking love, but I really do mean it.
I'm starting to question whether we should always frame people's accomplishments and skills through purely sanded-off positive language like "passion" and "drive" and "expertise." I think those things are definitely true, but I think that maybe a more neutral way to frame it is that those people channeled their obsessions and fixations and weren't too embarrassed to see them through.
I've been thinking about this lately in creative pursuits like writing, art, and music. But I've also been thinking about it when I go to the gym.
I've started going to the gym twice a week, 30min each, just to create a sustainable healthy habit of getting up from my desk. But many of the people in the gym around me, clearly, are pushing themselves way harder than that. They're using all these crazy machines, with the weights piled on, doing all these highly specific exercises to improve specific muscles.
Why are they doing that? Obviously it goes beyond just basic "healthy routines to stay alive." And they probably aren't paid professional athletes. They just have some sort of goal. If we wanted to be polite we'd say that they're driven and passionate, but I think it's just as fine to say that they have some sort of obsession or fixation on improving their bodies or attaining something they have in their mind.
And as long as they're not hurting themselves, that's a good thing! And I admire them for not being too embarrassed on chasing that obsession, even when other people in their lives are probably going out to the movies or staying in and watching TV. It takes obsession to practice throwing a football 30 times a day, or push yourself to hit a weightlifting goal. It's just an obsession we consider somewhat socially acceptable.
I've also been thinking about it lately in art, especially professional manga artists. Both in their comics themselves but also in their side sketchbooks and personal work, you can see an obsession with particular subjects. An obsession with drawing a particular kind of character, or outfit style, or hair style. A fixation on getting better at drawing the human form via figure drawing and then channeling that to what they want to do. Certain poses and camera angles.
Again, I know we call this "practice", but from the outside it would also be very easy to make fun of a person for being so mentally fixated on achieving a particular look, or be put off by their obsession with drawing gothic lolita dresses or whatever it is they can't stop thinking about.
Every person I know who gets good at something or keeps up dedicated practice does it because they channel that obsession and go through with it. They're not embarrassed.
For years, whenever something starts bubbling up that could be that fixation for me...I get embarrassed. I don't channel it. Because I'm afraid that someone will see something that I'm drawing over and over or writing over and over and judge me for it. That it'd be weird to design a character that I'm so passionate about drawing that it borders on obsession. That I'd look weird if I was practicing drawing skirts and dresses or scarves and sweaters or looking through fashion reference material. Or that people will see my body of work as an opportunity to look into my soul and psychoanalyze me.
I don't know why I've been thinking about this lately. Maybe I was weirdly inspired by that Pewdiepie video that went around where he spent 100 days drawing anime girls and actually got pretty good at the end. It's so stupid, but there's a real inspiration in that which makes me feel like an idiot for being too stuffy and too embarrassed to practice something 100 times. Maybe I'm inspired by the demo for Soul of Sovereignty, a game that GGDG admits is the product of their obsession over these main characters and their fashion, their designs, their dynamic with each other. An obsession that is honed passionately through dozens and dozens of sketches and illustrations. Which is the same way any good comic or game gets made.
If you wanna get good at something, and make the stuff you want to see in the world...you gotta put those hours in. And to do that...well, you gotta just let yourself be a freak a little bit. Hopefully I can give myself that permission someday.
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Honestly you could write about your OCs buying groceries or something and id eat that up, your writing is great keep it up
Ah thank you! Around being busy with life, I've been in a little bit of a writing slump, so this is really quite kind of you to share with me <3 I'm so glad you enjoy them so much. I do spend a lot of time thinking of them just doing normal things, so maybe I should write more of that down :)
As a token of my thanks, I give you a snip of Normal Things from the Rob and Sarah Holiday Fic I both wrote too much and not enough of in December. <3
Quick context notes: Rob is the youngest of three - his older siblings are David (10 years older) and Julie (7 years older). Sara (note the spelling difference) is David's oldest daughter who just had a baby of her own.
Sarah luxuriates in her shower. Really enjoys the hot water massaging her back. The soft aroma of her soap. How the steam billows and fills the bathroom.
And most importantly how she’s the only one in the room. Alone. No Walters anywhere, not even her Walters.
When she thinks she’s pushed it as long as she can get away with, she reluctantly leaves the warmth to dry off and rejoin the chaos. Blowdrying her hair takes up a nice amount of time. She considers doing something fancier with it and her makeup to waste some more time, but she really has been in here for too long to be conscionable when there’s fifteen people in a two-bathroom house.
Time to return. She only has to make it through another couple days and then they’ll have the house to themselves again.
“You love them because you love Rob,” she reminds herself in the mirror. She does. There’s just so many of them. They’re everywhere.
In the hall, the door to the guest room is closed – Sara and/or Andrew must be catching up on missed sleep. Hopefully the baby is in there with them. Sarah doesn’t need Carol [Rob's mom] to try and hand it off to her again in a forceful push for those latent motherly feelings she’s apparently supposed to have.
She continues down the hall. It’s unexpectedly quiet, a softer rumble of voices than normal and Christmas music beating in the background, broken as Sarah makes it to the living room and Julie exclaims, “What is that?”
David, Julie, and Rob sit around the coffee table, leaning over a pad of paper. All three of them have their heads tilted over whatever is drawn on it.
David points at some part of it. “It’s a UFO.”
Rob squints. “I got that. How did you get to that from—?”
“No,” his brother interrupts. “No, I did the best drawing of what you wrote. Accurate to every degree.”
Julie snorts and flips the page back one.
Sarah walks over after another sweep of the room – the three siblings do seem to be the only ones here right now. She relaxes. “Are you guys playing Telestrations? Where is everyone?”
Rob brightens at her appearance. “Yes. And you want to play, I know you do. And go right after me.”
“A big group went with Mom and Dad for a walk around the neighborhood. Mom was weird about wanting to see the decorations in the daytime, but I wasn’t going to push it. It got her out of the kitchen and messing with Rob’s system in there. Half of mine went with Michael back to our hotel because someone forgot her phone and you know how you can’t survive family time without that,” Julie reports. “Sara and Andy are back with the baby. Hopefully sleeping.” Her gaze flicks to David, a look passing between them. “And I’m sure you’ve got better things to do than play a dumb game like Telestrations.”
“She definitely doesn’t,” Rob rushes to say. He pats the cushion next to him. “I don’t know why we’re trying to play this with three people, anyway. It works better with more.”
Sarah laughs. “How bad is he doing?” She leans over the back of the couch, hand resting on her husband’s shoulder.
“Terribly,” Julie says cheerfully. She spins the notepad for Sarah to see better.
“It’s not that bad!” Rob defends. “They’re exaggerating like they always do.”
“You write like a drunk monkey,” Sarah says fondly, patting his shoulder twice in appeasement as he huffs. She looks at the scribbled line on the page, written words only by technicality. “’Cow jumped over the moon’?” she asks the group.
David pulls the pad back to himself as Rob holds a hand up in victory. “How.”
“You know,” Julie says, “one of these years I’ll finally remember to bring one of those primers my students struggling with handwriting get. I think it would really help you out. Just a little practice.”
“I’m not that bad! David always draws whatever he wants. It’s part of our game within the actual game.”
“Oh, Bobby,” Julie says with mock sincerity. “The game within the game is David always going after you so he can destroy how you can’t write words.”
“I’m a doctor!”
“Who can’t write. It’s a really heartwarming accomplishment, we’re very proud,” David says. He leans towards Sarah. “Where in this does it say ‘jumped’. I figured out how this says ‘cow’ and the loops I get how those are the o’s in ‘moon’. Where is the j.”
Sarah points to it. “It’s about finding up and down strokes. And you can’t count humps to figure out u’s and r’s versus m’s and n’s, he doesn’t count so you can’t either. Take in the whole shape. Sometimes he dots the i’s and j’s kind of near the letter they belong to, that helps a lot.”
Rob huffs again.
#thanks for the kind words!#nice things#it has never been relevant in HIT or JT that rob has doctor handwriting#but it is important to me that you all know that he has *atrocious* doctor handwriting#snips#i should have a rob tag#sarah
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Think I've finally put my finger on the thing that bothers me most about this whole genetic engineering storyline.
(The following may sound rather arrogant, I'm trying to be factual about it though)
I was a gifted kid. I am a highly intelligent adult.
I'm very creative, able to see connections and put information together in ways that aren't always obvious to others. I love solving logic puzzles and picking up on small details to draw a cohesive picture. I adore mystery stories, for the same reason.
I'm not a human computer or even good at the calculating side of maths, though I love the theories and ideas behind it. I do read genetics and neuroscience textbooks for fun though.
I tend to infodump about topics that interest me when given half a chance - the non-G&S fans in my offline life can probably attest to this, as the internet isn't always sufficient to vent my fascination with small fandoms.
Social cues in general - when to talk, whether someone's interested in my company - have never been my strong suit.
And I find it very hard to sit still for long periods of time, always needing to do something with my hands or sometimes walk around and feel a space.
I can get along with people who don't share my nerdy traits or interests, but it does sometimes get frustrating when I feel like we just can't connect intellectually. Interacting with people who really get me in those areas, when I find them, feels amazing.
So when a character turns up in a show who shares just about all of these traits (except for being extroverted and a much better person overall), it's impossible for me not to get instantly attached. We even have the same expression when focusing on a speaker and trying to look intent.
It's incredibly exciting to see a character who reminds me of myself so much, and whom I can identify with to this extent! Of all my favourite fictional people, here's one of the few I think I could actually form a positive connection with if he were real!
And then they say "No. This isn't natural. He's Different and Weird. Oh and he can just calculate anything in his head because that's what smart people do."
Great. Lovely. Having a conflict around how people like that aren't seen as human doesn't change the fact that you wrote it that way! You created a universe in which a man whose personality and interests remind me of myself so much is singled out as being the way he is because he isn't normal!
What does that say about me and viewers like me, who were so excited to see themselves represented? How do you think I feel seeing that you can't think of a backstory for someone like me that doesn't involve explaining why they're like that, as opposed to how them being like that affected them?
I think this is really the center of why this whole thing and the way it's handled makes me so uncomfortable.
The story they're trying to tell now, (putting aside mental illness handling), about this highly gifted character finally meeting people on his level and connecting with them differently than with "normal" people - it would be so relatable to me, and I'd love it! If they came at it from that angle, and not from "these people are so smart because Bad Science, they have their little smartness cult, isn't that creepy?"
As it is, I just feel like someone's trying to write about my experience from the outside but really doesn't understand how to get that experience across without dehumanising the people who have it.
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