#long answers ahhh

[forgettable-au]

There’s one Papyrus phone call with Undyne. And she ask Papyrus when is he sleeping and he said he usually too busy to sleep. So I wonder what your thoughts on this in your AU.

He's not really tired, lots of energy still!

(Nightmares are a bonus)

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#IT TOOK ME SO LONG TO MAKE THIS AHHH #😭😭😭 #I like this one a lot #except the last panel #but I was already tired of this at that point #undertale au #undertale comic #undertale #forgettable-au #answered ask #papyrus is gaster #papyrus!gaster #papyrus #gaster #undertale fanart

[boyfridged]

You may have already mentioned this in some of your other metas, and I just missed it, so please ignore this if it's redundant.

Do you think Bruce is projecting onto Jason by pushing him as a Robin? Obviously, Jason wanted to be Robin and was excited about it, and Bruce let Jason do other things, but (if I'm not mistaken) before Tim came into play, solidifying the whole Batman needs a Robin/support to keep him upright, Bruce and Dick becoming Batman and Robin, in the beginning, was also sort of a coping mechanism.

I think there are a few examples of Bruce enabling this kind of mindset. Like in Gotham Knights #43–44 (sorry), every time Barbara brings up Jason's inner turmoil, Bruce refocuses on his ability as a Robin; similarly, when Jason finds out about Two-Face and his dad, he is hurt, and Bruce acknowledges that but then does the same thing, zeroing in on reassuring Jason that he made a mistake but is still a good Robin.

Like, Jason got it from Bruce, but he unintentionally encouraged that kind of thinking.

oh, i definitely think that bruce is projecting on jason and that it profoundly affected jay. and, while every single one of your observations is apt, i would add that what truly made it so tragic is that he projected his own worst traits on jason while being blind to the fact that jay already shared his best qualities.

tldr: bruce projects himself on jason in terms of grief (saying that jason needs vigilantism to work his grief through) and sees his own worst traits in jason (anger) but doesn't see his own best traits in jay (compassion, love, and sensitivity). ironically, jason does end up developing all of the (projected) worst characteristics of bruce (obsessiveness, and relentlessness in pursuit of the respective perceived idea of justice). this happens even though they were barely present in his early storylines, and only ever manifested when jason was scared or lost. later, they truly came to be because of his trauma relating to vigilantism.

and the long, long version, coming with panels and quotes: under the cut.

first i want to say that the following analysis focuses very specifically on bruce's mistakes, but i don't view the overall of jay's upbringing by bruce solely in these terms. from text it is also clear that bruce deeply loves and cares about jay, and that jay enjoys being robin. now that this is clear, let's get to particularities, and start with jay's origin story.

i truly never stop thinking about the significance of bruce meeting jay in the crime alley, the place of his parents' death. there's a lot to be said about it, but here the focus is, of course, on the fact that he sees a little boy, very much similar to himself, angry and hurt, in the same scenery that brought him so much grief. and jay in some ways does appear to be a mirror of bruce's own agonies, as well as a mirror of his own inclination for seeking justice; and somehow, bruce fixates on the first one, while almost completely dismissing the latter.

bruce looks at him and assumes that the remedy to jason's pain and anger is being robin; and he doesn't stop to think about it. (it has to be noted that there's also classism at play, classism that is mostly a result of writers' own beliefs – collins did state in a couple of interviews that that the motivation behind jason's background was to make his introduction into vigilantism seem less offensive, as jason has already been exposed to crime...)

i think, in this context, it's interesting to look at the two-face storyline even closer, and from the start too. in the beginning, bruce talks of jason's 'street' roots and assumes jay would go "down the same criminal road that took his father [willis] to an early death." he also talks of jason making a lot of progress. later, in batman #411, after jason learns that willis has been killed by two-face, bruce comments that jay "has never been like this...listless...almost pouting--"

this all, along with jay's cheerful and diligent behaviour from the previous issue builds an interesting picture for us: because we essentially learn that jay has been overall an unproblematic child. bruce, of course, attributes this "progress" to the training. however, for anyone else, the logical conclusion would be that jay's quick adjustment was simply a matter of finding himself in a safe and stable environment and receiving continuous support and attention from a parental figure. i find it rather questionable that jason's personality softened down because he had something to punch in the cave–– the more intuitive explanation is of course that he was angry and quick to fight when they first met because he couldn't afford anything else and because he was scared. but months later, in a loving home, he can allow himself to drop his guard; and his cocky attitude disappears until much later.

so the rather unsettling picture that we derive is that bruce is training jay to become a vigilante in order to "channel" his (nonvisible at this point) anger into something useful and just. and he clearly links this to his own trauma in batman #416 (that’s already starlin btw), in his conversation with dick, explaining why he took jay in: “he’s so full of anger and frustration… he reminds me of myself, just after my parents were killed.” bruce also mentions that soon after their first meeting, jason helped him and "handled himself well" in the fight, but he doesn't mention that jay has ran away from a crime "school" and intended to stop injustice on his own only because he was ignored.

the theme of bruce comparing jay to himself appears again in detective comics #574 (barr), where it is approached with a much more... critical look, thanks to leslie's presence and her skepticism of bruce's actions. after jason has suffered nearly fatal injuries at the hand of the mad hatter, bruce reminisces on his own trauma and motives. he tells leslie: "i didn't choose jason for my work. he was chosen by it...as i was chosen." leslie replies: "stop that! (...) you do this for yourself... you're still that little boy (...)" then, the conversation steers to the familiar ground and the topic of anger. in bruce's words, again: “i wanted to give jason an outlet for his rage…wanted him to expunge his anger and get on with his life…” and finishes "and instead, i may have killed him."

the recognition that bruce's projection on jason and involving him with his work might have fatal consequences is, as always, fast forgotten once jay wakes up and proclaims that he wants to continue his work as robin.

but to circle back, i think there's something else worth our attention, something deeply ironic, that is showcased in that issue: that bruce has no evidence for jay's "rage." when leslie talks of bruce's past, she recalls his tendencies to get into brutal fights at perceived injustice as early as in school; when bruce talks of jason, two pictures that are juxtaposed, are that of jason fighting as robin and jason... smiling, playing baseball.

so, in the early days of jason's training and work in the field, we see bruce talking of jason's anger a lot; but we barely see it.

that being said, jay is angry sometimes– and i think your observation about how bruce deals with it is incredibly interesting and accurate.

we first see jay truly and devastatingly angry in the two-face storyline. bruce focuses on jay's reaction as robin, which is, in fact, aggressive. but something that he barely addresses is that jason's first reaction is sleeping all day, and not beating anyone to a pulp; in fact, this vengeful instinct seems to arise only when he is put right in front of two-face. and his third instinct, once the rage (very quickly) dies down after the altercation with two-face, is crying, because bruce hid the truth about willis' death from him. jay, while crying, asks bruce: "you have taken me out into combat-- but you spare me this?" in response, bruce lectures jason about how grief inspires revenge, which is, again, deeply ironic, given that jay seeking out revenge seemed to be prompted and enabled solely by the role of robin. moreover, his question suggests that at this point he saw grief ("you spare me this") and fighting as two different things.

the final is, as you said, bruce focusing on making it into a lesson on vigilantism, or, in his own words, "tempering revenge into justice." personally, i think in this way bruce directs jason to bring his grief into the field as a powering force, something that he didn't necessarily have an own incentive to do. the flash of compartmentalisation between his ordinary life and being a sidekick that jay has shown by questioning bruce's decision is lost. emotions are now a robin thing, and they have an (informal) protocol, a moral code. and when jay is confronted with an emotionally exhausting case next – the garzonas case, i believe that the focus on "tempering revenge into justice" is exactly the problem– we don't see jay crying, we see him frantic about finding the solution. this, right there, is bruce's obsessiveness, that in my opinion, was developed in jay specifically as a result of how his engagement with vigilantism combines with his deep sensitivity.

and, needless to say, his sensitivity is all the same as that of bruce – they both can't stand looking at other people hurting, they both wear their hearts on their sleeve, caring way too much – the thing is, bruce never quite acknowledges how they are similar in this matter. instead, he focuses on his sparse bursts of anger, wanting to bring jason closure in his grief the only way he knows it – in a fight for a better world. so, as you said, he focuses on jason's ability as robin.

which just doesn't work for jason. at all. we know it from how his robin run comes to an end: in the first issue of a death in the family (batman #426) alfred informs: “i’ve come upon him, several times, looking at that battered old photograph of his mother and father, crying.”  to that, bruce contends: “in other words, i may have started jason as robin before he had a chance to come to grips with his parents deaths.” he also tells jay that the field is not a place for someone who is hurting; a message that is the opposite of what he's been saying for years now, and something that i imagine was difficult for bruce to conceptualise, because then he would have to question his own unhealthy tendencies. it's a bit late to come to this realisation; bruce's self-projection that caused him to worry so much about jay's anger has already turned into a self-fulfilling prophecy that will fully manifest itself in utrh, when jason does the only thing he was taught to do with grief: try to channel it into justice.

#AHHH this took me so long for no reason at all. so sorry anon <3 #anyway. i'm obsessed with your observation regarding bruce's focus on robin in the two-face storyline #i've already briefly considered it but you made me go back and reread it #and i just stared at these panels of jason in bed all day for like good 5 minutes thinking. jesus christ. jesus christ #“you spare me *this*?” <- this line is making me feel SICK TO MY STOMACH. #so maybe bruce is right when he says that he made jason like this in tfz. #and jay is of course even more right when he says that he didn't make him. he raised him #also don't apologise for bringing in gotham knights #i actually talked about it some before because it is a very good illustration of bruce projecting on jay #<- i didn't include it here bc my post was getting insanely long. #anyway back on the topic. i think it's so deeply sad that jay genuinely has no idea #that this is what bruce thinks #i think he would be DEVASTATED if he knew the way bruce fixated on the idea of his anger #hm. normal now. #thank you so much for this ask. you can tell i was delighted to answer it <3 #i actually already had a draft about it when you sent it... but i'm sooo slow with editing my word vomit #outbox #jay.zip #jay.txt #dc #jason todd #core texts

[skyloftian-nutcase]

I really like Legend, do you mind writing something about him? If you're up to it! You write the lu characters so beautifully, and I just love your work.

Thanks for @hybinger-nova for the suggestion for the plot! Legend was being a real pain in the butt about letting me write this.

The veteran snarled as he swung harshly to eliminate the monster in front of him. Movement flicked into his vision and he glanced to his left, only to find his view obscured by his own hair. Grumbling, he swiped it hastily, sweat holding it in place so he could see clearly. When he whipped his head around as Four called out for help, his hair fell in his face again.

Oh, this was getting ridiculous.

The fight was over quickly, no one truly worse for wear. Legend sighed in relief and then snarled in annoyance as his hair fell in his face again.

Wild laughed. "Problem?"

"Don't even start," Legend snapped irritably. "You've got more hair than necessary."

"Exactly how much hair is considered necessary?" Time asked, raising an eyebrow with a mischievous glint in his good eye.

"I want to grow my hair out!" Wind announced excitedly.

"No," Legend said immediately. "It'll get in your face and you won't be able to see."

Wild laughed. "You can cut your bangs, you know. Want me to do it?"

"You've never cut hair in your life, have you looked at yourself?!" Legend immediately argued.

"I'll do it," Warriors offered.

"You will mess it up on purpose!"

"Do you want me to do it?" Sky piped up quietly.

Legend opened his mouth to argue and then paused. Considering it a moment, he sighed, deflating in acquiescence. "Fine."

He really should have known better. It wasn't until he saw the uneven trimming after the fact, yelling about it in dismay, that he realized Sky was the last person who should be cutting anyone's hair. The knight claimed he let his bird keep his hair in line. His bird!

As Legend sat in the corner of camp, hat over his entire face to hide his tragic turn of events, he heard armor clink gently with light footsteps. The captain, then.

"I can fix it, Vet. Just let me look."

"No," Legend immediately argued. "I don't need your teasing. Get lost."

"I won't tease," Warriors insisted, kneeling in front of him. "I promise."

Legend debated the matter for a while longer. Of all the people to see him like this, the captain was the last one he wanted. Didn't Twilight know how to fix this or something? He'd take anyone else, really.

But to be honest... the captain was the most put together, certainly in terms of appearances. Legend had assumed he had his hair done for him. But...

Legend blew out a defeated sigh through his nose, slowly pulling the hat off. Warriors watched him a moment, face carefully neutral, and then gave a small smile. "I can fix it."

And fix it he did. A little extra trim here, some angling of the bangs there, and Legend looked nearly as he had when their journey had started. And if the veteran let out a mumbled thanks and apology, well, Warriors wasn't going to remind him of it later.

Yet.

#ahhh thank you for your kind words <3 #sorry this sat in my inbox for so long legend was not wanting to cooperate #you ask skye answers #lovely anon #linkeduniverse #linked universe #lu legend #writing

[cafephan]

I have been a fan of D&P for a long time... I'm so happy the gaming channel is back. I felt it was the most "real" version of themselves of all their channels...

That being said though, I love their banter but can't help but feel like they force some stuff...like I grew up, I wish they did a bit too if that makes sense. Some of the jokes seem like they are trying too hard to be edgy and young. But still watching all the vids!

i agree with you in part! but let me tell you my thoughts which i know you didn’t ask for :)

they’re smart guys who have been in this game for a long long time, they always keep an ear to the ground in terms of what is trendy in both content and humour (see all of the old days of collabs, tags, diss track, draw my life, and modern day taking on trending and upcoming games on dapg and having somewhat of a presence on tiktok) so they are well aware that some of their jokes tailor to a more modern audience - such as the quick editing style, some jokes about pop culture, referencing popular tiktok sounds etc, and generally referencing more modern day and current topics, so that new viewers that might stumble across the channel won’t see two thirty something gay guys making constant outdated jokes and will want to watch more of the content alongside the long time phannies that dnp won’t let out of the basement - but i personally think they intertwine that so well with references to both their past (see the roblox video was a love letter to the older fans but also let new fans know where they came from) and older topics that we will remember from the time they occurred (example being the reference to the piss incident - many new fans would just know the name and be like omg fnaf movie these guys know what’s up, and older phannies cackle in remembering how awkward the video was)

anyway this answer was a lot longer than what you were probably expecting, but my conclusion is to continue expecting more ‘young and edgy’ jokes - they need to keep things fresh in terms of keeping new viewer engagement, for example if a new fan tuned in to any modern day dapg video and it was just filled with more mature references and references to their past, the shorter content phenomenon means that sadly new viewers probably won’t stick around if there’s not something to keep their attention

BUT i do strongly believe the comfort content will keep coming - they are so grateful that so many of us are both still here and returning after the hiatus, they wouldn’t purposefully upset us by trying to soft reboot themselves to appeal just to the modern, new audiences!

#i love doing these long answers ahhh #also hey can we discuss dnp please blow up my askbox! #dan and phil

[foolishlovers]

Ooh 6 & 17 for the fic ask game? 👉👈 Currently hoarding fic recs so I can hide in a comfy fort + read for 3 days straight after my exams

6. Crack

got a pretty face, pretty boyfriend too by KissMyAsthma, leukozyna (9k, T) Aziraphale and Crowley are next-door neighbours. They’ve been attracted to each other since they met. The only thing keeping them apart is a thin wall between their bedrooms and Atticus and Freddie, Aziraphale’s and Crowley’s respective life partners… or are they? A human AU glued together by misunderstandings and wet food.

17. Found Family

What We Make of It (Shotgun Wedding) by charlottemadison (213k, E) The important thing, Crowley tells himself -- the most important thing -- is Adam, his brilliant, creative, empathetic nephew. Being fourteen's hard enough; the kid didn't ask to deal with the weight of the world on top of it. And if taking care of Adam means Crowley has to tough it out at a job he can’t stand, so be it. And if Crowley's job means that Adam’s charming English teacher is NOT a romantic possibility, well, that's just how things go. But the occasional drink with Aziraphale proves hard to resist. They frequent the same pub, so who can object to them saying hello? Briefly sharing a table? Perhaps a little conversation? The painful knowledge that it can’t be anything more -- not without somebody getting fired or sued or both -- well, that can't be helped. Until Crowley stumbles onto a terribly reckless idea…

send me a number for a good omens fic rec

#ahhh that's honestly so relatable!! 🥺💜 #i know shotgun wedding is long but it's SO GOOD #bildads-shoes #answered #good omens #good omens fic rec #good omens human au #good omens fic #foolish recs

[soldier-poet-king]

Wahhhhhh

The tldr is my boss couldn't go to this meeting today so I got sent to represent our archive, and I was the only archivist there in a group of professors and PhD students (whose research is tangentially related to the contents of the archive) and I'm just ahhhh

On the one hand, it was great, sitting around a table talking research for a few hours over lunch, it's all the best parts of grad school seminars and I've missed having those kinds of discussions IMMENSELY and it feels like a missing piece of myself has been returned. Even just from mostly listening for the duration.

On the other hand. The sense of imposter syndrome not being a Real Academic. And the sense of loss and regret. Yes yes I didn't go for my PhD because health, finances, awful job prospects for classicists. But I LOVED grad school. I love my MA and learning and studying and being a student. I miss it terribly, even though I'm good at and enjoy my profession.

Even had health/finances not been a concern, I'd never have been able to decide on a focused research topic for a dissertation. My interests are too broad. They're not even limited to classics. I'm bouncing between life changing academic interests constantly, and each one is foundational and obsessive, in its own way. I joked to Atlas this week that I was supposed to be born a foppish renaissance dilettante, but it's not even really a joke.

I know. I KNOW. My unlived lives aren't real. They shouldn't haunt me. The me that exists is de facto the best version of me because it's the ONLY me that exists. And life doesn't have to be perfect it just has to be Good. And it is good. But also. Why can't I be a full-time student just learning, never having to publish, but also an archivist and information professional, but also a mutual aid volunteer and praxis oriented person, and Also have time for hobbies like crafting and novel reading and video games, and things like cooking and gardening and strength training.

I'm aware that harmonizing and coming to peace with the multitudinous aspects of the self is the work of a lifetime but also I want it to happen /now/

#the duality of fran #your probably asking. fran. can you got THREE DAYS without the navel gazing obsession with your own selfhood and realization as a person #and without obsessing about the purpode and telos and fulfillment of ur own existence #the answer is. no ❤️ #ahhh itll be ok im just. boooooo reminded of all the things i try not to think abt #life is so short! life is so long! #i am so tired. too tired for even a fraction of the life i want to live #yknow the usual typical person who didnt think they would live this long and would definitely kms before this #so now its like. i gotta learn to live. i have to find out what i want. and the answer is apparently. i want everything #yes its part pride and ambition #but its also wonder and joy and awe and curiosity #why do i have to pick ONE thing. where there is SO much out there #life is too short for all the marvels of the universe #and i am too much a dilettante for it all #oh it is a good world and good life #some days i am just. afraid of the hunger for it all

[gilsart]

Your project is so interesting and your determination is so cool! It's a very original idea to talk about such a little-known historical figure, I'd like to know: How did you discover the story of Frederick the Great? Why did you decide to make a Graphic Novel about him?

I hope I don't bother you with these questions

Kisses~

hi! it did take me a long while to get to answer this question so i hope you get to read it!

first of all thank you so much for the compliments, you were very sweet c: i do think he is known as an historical figure, but mostly on the military side, if that makes any sense? either way, i am no historian, so i'm not in any position to say that!

my decision was simple, it's first of all a uni project and part of my BA; our assignment was to originally think of a story we wanted to make into a GN, so something that's longer than what we are usually asked to do in uni (a graphic novel is usually around 200 pages for those who don't know). now, it wasn't my first idea. i had something else in mind but it just didn't work, my professors didn't like it, and i began to hate it to the core - so i figured i had to find something else to do, something that, first things first, i wouldn't regret doing. so i thought of that and can confirm i'm not regretting it as for now (though all the frills and palaces and details are trying me).

my interest in frederick's story goes a long way back, first years of high school, probably around when i was 15-ish (my memory isn't great, that's what the deadly combo [chronic depression + trouble sleeping] does to you, fellas) so that's 7 or 8 years ago. i have to admit i was more interested in the military side of things first and his years as king in general, and i knew nothing about his time as crown prince... and also, hetalia played a big part in all of this as much as it pains me to admit it. but then again that was until i think about 3 or 4 years ago when i found a video about his whole life that also talked about his teenage years and i was stunned to see how much i could actually relate to him (about his relationship with his father), so i just decided i was going to dig more inside that side of things and guess what! i've been obsessed ever since!

i do hope i can make something out of this and that it doesn't go to waste. though my professors encourage us not to get too attached to our stories (so that we don't risk to fall into a vicious cycle of "i don't want this to end, so i'll just take it slow" which can be very harmful to young authors) i really care about this whole thing and it does mean a lot to me. i'm trying as hard as i can.

hope this answered your question!

#answers #sorry it took such a long time ahhh #you didn't bother i'm just bad at wording things

[theweightofyesterday-if]

what does a watcher do?

hii !! tyyyy for the questionnnn

SO, the term 'watcher' can refer to a variety of things depending on the context. The original watchers, the Oculis Praesentia, were inherently neutral creatures tasked with recording and remembering all that happens in the universe, prohibited from ever interfering. However, some of them grew tired of simply observing and ended up taking on different forms and living in different domains, some for more selfish reasons, and others for selfless ones.

Today, most watchers are descendants of the original watchers and humans, such as S is. As descendants of the Oculis Praesentia, they have inherited the general duty of observing and recording (especially in celestial domains), but they are also tasked with supervising supernatural and celestial entities. In this role, they are essentially probation officers for these entities, hence why the role is also called 'watcher.' Most of the watchers on Earth work as watchers (yeah, they aren't very creative), while they mostly take on the role of historian, or even advisors in other domains where celestial creatures are the normality.

Perhaps surprisingly, being a watcher (the job) is a highly regarded and respected duty, with individuals training from a young age for the purpose of becoming one. Watchers are often assigned to an exiled entity, to ensure they abide by their punishment and do not cause harm. Each watcher typically works in a group, where each member is assigned to a task, area, or person - often an exile. They are skilled in combat and self-defense, as well as having the ability to perceive and sense supernatural energies and auras, which helps them identify and track down their targets. No one knows exactly how they differentiate different auras, but it is commonly understood that everyone has a unique aura and energy. (Your choices will have an impact on your aura, and you might even get the chance to ask a watcher how they perceive it, at your own discretion).

Watchers are also responsible for reporting any situations where they may need to intervene, such as eventual unauthorised use of magic, breaking of celestial laws or treaties, or endangering human lives or the balance of the domains as a whole. The specific sentences and conditions of exile or monitoring for each entity vary, but watchers are tasked with ensuring that the entity abides by these rules and does not cause any harm. Despite their revered status, watchers are often perceived as mysterious, secretive, and entities one should in general stay away from because of their close link to the Celestial Council and their general connection to the celestial law.

So, all watchers (the job title) are watchers (the species), but not all watchers (the species) are watchers (the job title). This must be so confusing lmfao im so sorry everyone

#im so sorry this got so long ahhh #anon <3 #answered #interactive fiction #if wip #the weight of yesterday #ch: samu/selena #might add a codex page in the game w info like this #what do yall think

[marsdemo]

Hi! I'm looking to explore more punk artists who write about disability (of any kind really) and/or chronic illness, would you happen to have any recommendations for that? Thanks!

hi! i didn't have a concrete list, really, so i did a bit of digging and here's a couple albums & blurbs! it's not actually very punk-centric (more experimental than anything) my apologies. i haven't listened to all of these fully, but the stuff that i've heard has been lovely!

grim bitch/sick shit — collander: experimental/electronic bedroom pop. "a peek into a few weeks of low-spoons electronic production, demo tracks demo bodies." alli yates, the singer behind collander, is also "member of Sins Invalid, a performance collective for artists with disabilities, and is a prominent disability rights activist within Oakland’s underground scene" (bandcamp daily)

187bpm_demo — wheelchair sports camp: experimental funk/hip-hop. "We would like to offer this song of rage, anger, and grief to the ongoing fight for liberation. For those on the frontlines of today's uprising and for the generations of movements before that paved the way, taught us how, and who gave their all for us to be here." i found them through kr/p-hop nation's network, whose website is sadly defunct but the founder's twitter (leroy f moore jr) is still up!

sicko — beast nest: experimental/electronic noise. "And when I personally think about liberation, I think about what it means to get to a place where you are able to be present and really live with that presence. I think about what oppression functions as, what abolition is about, what disability justice is about" (bandcamp daily). sharmi basu (of beast nest!) is one of the people behind ratskin records, a label based in oakland, ca dedicated to "decolonial experimental music centered in the Bay Area and beyond". i've heard some of beast nest's stuff before and it is stellar, definitely recommend if ur interested in brown noise.

the runner — boy harsher: coldwave/drone. "Last year, in the midst of the obvious chaos, but additionally with Matthews’ MS diagnosis, Muller started working on moody, cinematic sketches. It was uncertain what these pieces would become other than catharsis — the duo were unable to tour and making “club music” did not feel right." this one i had saved from a rec post i'd seen somewhere on here, but i hadn't had a chance to listen till now. this is the soundtrack to their short horror film of the same name!

split 12 — chronic anxiety / dialer: post-punk noise/harsh electronic punk. "the album is six slices of pure post punk-noise rock wrapped in a silk swaddle of self-assertion and anxiety." this one's actually a vinyl split between 2 bands but i figured it would be a fun add! this one's a joint release between Bunny Cat Records (Great Weights, Love Club, Impressionist) and SRA Records (FOD, Dead Milkmen, HIRS, Psychic Teens) and their noise is so so cool.

https://synthfreq.bandcamp.com/album/vol-1

the enigma of heaven and other daily delusions — heaven pierce her: electronic/experimental breakcore. "An exploration of christianity, mundane divinity and paranoid schizophrenia in the information age." i'm originally familiar with hakita's work via ultrakill, but this album actually means so much to me for a lot of different reasons. shan't get into it here, hope you enjoy it.

the flesh of the world — uboa: dark ambient/harsh noise. "These four songs were done under quarantine and are about bodies, body dysmorphia and the schizophrenic dissolution of the boundary between self and other" ; i love uboa's work and this album is genuinely fantastic.

i'm not 100% sure if these completely qualify, but the following punk bands are extremely vocal about their support for marginalized groups (and discuss mental illness / disability here and there in their work): hirs collective, blkvapor, the muslims, soul glo, pulses., pinkshift, S.B.S.M., and G.L.O.S.S. ^_^ if anybody else has any recommendations, please feel free to add on! this list is by no means exhaustive, it's literally what i found after a couple weeks of sitting on this ask. i would love love love any recs; they would be much appreciated.

all albums linked are through bandcamp! obligatory mention that bandcamp staff are currently unionizing: check out bandcamp united's linktree for a ton of resources to support them, including email templates to the co-founder expressing your support for the union. on bandcamp fridays, the first friday of every month, all proceeds from sales will go directly to artists & bandcamp will not take any fees. <3

#this ended up being more of a research linkdump than anything else AHHH #i was compiling links and tabs @ work and then ended up posting all of this while killing time tabling. godspeed everybody #eff #long post #anonymous #answered #apologies that it took so long to get back to you! i actually didnt have any off the top of my head who had work (that i knew of) explicitl #about disability so i literally was like we have to change that. the list ended up being mostly other genres but that last bullet point is #punk that i'm personally familiar with. love and light. #alright i'm gonna start tagging get readyyyy -> #collander #wheelchair sports camp #beast nest #boy harsher #chronic anxiety #dialer #am not tagging the last few bands that i linked w/o a blurb i feel like its not enough to warrant a tag. but i like em so much. ok #ok added these two i love you experimental music: #heaven pierce her #uboa

[valeriianz]

17, 37, 42 (Am I allowed to ask for so many? Oh well, I'm doing it anyway)

what the heckin heck lol i got home late from work and knew this one would take me a while so i got the wine out. lets go!

17. What highly specific AU do you want to read or write even though you might be the only person to appreciate it?

Chef Hob! And yeah ive read a couple fics where he is a chef, but ive yet to read one with him like, on the line. cooking the food or barking out orders. (Dream could be a food critic? a meet ugly?? hmm). @wordsinhaled had that cooking show idea and like... yo N, if you want we could collaborate. im serious lol.

otherwise that roadtrip au is still sitting in the back of my brain as well... but Hob will be a traveling chef (the Gordon Ramsey kind that freelances in helping out new restaurants in menu building. but less shouting and insulting. like how the job is actually done).

37. Promote one of your own “deep cut” fics (an underrated one, or one that never got as much traction as you think it deserves!). What do you like about it?

i dont think i have a "deep cut" fic yet lol. im like, embarrassingly pleased that my fics (even the little ones on tumblr) get decent traction. i come from very small fandoms where my average note count would lay between 30-50. the fact that i get notes in the triple digits now still shocks me. im very happy people seem to enjoy my stupid little human AUs lol.

but ah... if i had to pick one that im particularly proud of, and want people to read, i'd say Let Me Down Easy. it's got everything i want in a fic: angst, drama, arguing, pining... we love melodrama in this house (also im nearly done with chapter 2 so y'all should read it anyway in preparation haha). steam is on the way!

42. Have you ever received a comment that particularly stood out to you for whatever reason?

SO MANY. omg i couldn't possibly pick one. i cant handle how fucking nice my readers are, how they freak out just as much as i do. i love all of them.

actually, as im typing this ive remembered this crazy comment from ch3 of Bolt in the Blue:

so, when this person commented, BitB was still small. i had maybe 10-15 readers who might comment (which is still a lot) but even then, the traction just wasn't there. low hits, low kudos, i was really writing this fic just for funzies. this guy saying my fic would be a "must-read" in the fandom was so friggin nice and ive never gotten a comment like that. i still think about it, sometimes. especially as BitB steadily climbs as my most popular fic ever, not just for The Sandman.

and a quick shout-out to some of my favorite commenters who, when i see your name in my email, i get so giddy and weird lol i LIVE for your comments:

@fulcrvm, @likemmmcookies, @chaosheadspace, @ghostboyjules, @tj-dragonblade, ausgezeichnet @rockangelwicked and the loyal ones like, lostinalaska lily_lovely DearHeartofMars EnthusiasticRambler and fuck, SO MANY MORE! im missing A LOT. but just know i go absolutely insane over every comment. thank you all so much for your support and for always taking the time to leave such inspiring and feral comments <3 <3 <3

#these are so long ahhh #but thank you #issylra #this was fun to answer #gonna go to bed and answer more tomorrow <3 #ask game

[welcometothevale]

"ah, fuck it"

So, they might have been rambling, caught in their own hellish circumlocution. He'd asked a daunting question that only made them wish one of their abilities was to disappear. Rowan could just turn into an animal and escape, but discovering they weren't fully human might give Micky an existential crisis. No, the demigod was embarrassed and stammering—face warming with a blush similar to the red of the poster they were pinned against. Long fingers shoved their rust hued curls out of their face, a nervous gesture, and Rowan looked anywhere but at him.

The poster behind him provided no advice for how to shut the fuck up.

In a move that startled them so much it could've gotten him killed, Rowan was ripped from their unabating chatter—and the natural disaster that was their mind—when they were pressed against their bedroom wall. A clipped noise of surprise in their throat was silenced by his lips. After their shock lessened, Rowan leaned into the kiss.

How long they remained trapped between him and the wall was a mystery. All of the physical sensations, like how warm and tingly their skin felt when his silken lips caressed theirs, effectively pulled their focus away from their embarrassment. And, their perplexing emotions—caused by the spontaneous bout of passion—overwhelmed them.

Around the moment their knees felt weak, the kiss was over; they were grateful that they were unable to think of a single thing to say. Rowan gazed at him with pale green eyes wide and bright with wonder. Thoughts began reaping havoc once more, and the shame from their compulsive talking renewed. Their mind was still disorderly, so all they managed to say was a meek, "thank you."

#{asked & answered} #hellfollowed #{rowan & mick} #{i got carried away but ahhh i just love them} #{anyway} #{hope this is okay and not cringe lmao} #long post cw

[undead-coquette]

if you want to: list 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the askbox for the last 10 people who reblogged something from you!

this is so sweet omg‼️🎀🎀

1. being outside, being stressed from school has made me realize how much i actually love being outside, sitting in the sun haha

2. playing acnh, same reasons

3. those talks you have with your friends where it just lasts hours and you cant remember what you were talking about two minutes ago

4. hummus + eating fruit

5. those shows and movies that have little comflict but make you so happy (heartstopper, totoro etc (i wish they had less conflict haha)

honorary sixth note is rereading my favorite fanfictions🥰🥰🎀

#this is so sweet omgggg #ahhh i would love to answer this haha #ok but like i get that stories are supposed to have some kind of conflict to keep suspense #but fr if tv writers knew how long ive spent reading slice of life #fr #im stressed enough irl #i really REALLY wouldnt mind just like #an hour of hiccup and toothless flying around or hanging out on tiny islands #like #just an hour of satsuki mai and totoro chilling in the forest #i would be so entertained you have no idea #ahhhhhhhhh #maybe im just stressed out hahaha

[piratewinzer]

Wait wait no, I have a better you’re-taking-too-long-to-answer (but not really please take as long as you need I just want to spam you with asks) punishment ask:

Which scenario do you think would hurt more but also be better: Crowley getting his memory wiped, or Aziraphale getting his memory wiped?

Important information: they somehow cross paths during the mind wipe and the one who didn’t get his memory wiped is heartbroken over being forgotten, because he thought that while the friendship is gone the memories will remain. But clearly even those are gone.

Now I have well and truly waited to long (I promise I loved these and was just savoring them in my inbox, like saving the best bite for last)

I have been staring at this question because it hit me like a city bus

It was a tough decision. Both scenarios make my heart weep like crazy. But I'm going to go with Crowley, and here's my angst about it:

Crowley put everything on the line. Nina and Maggie backhanded his eyes open and he finally got up the courage - even after Aziraphale invited him to heaven (in Crowley's eyes, rejecting him outright) - to say his feelings. Express that love physically, to kiss like real people do. It was out there and open and Aziraphale felt it too but could not show that level of reciprocation right then. He could not run away with his demon to Alpha Centauri. He felt obligation to try to fix heaven (and then, perhaps later, save humanity). Oh, he wants to. He wants to give in and he wants to confess too - his hand shaking as he tries to preserve Crowley's kiss on his lips, the eight separate glances back to Crowley before getting in that heavenly elevator. But he can't.

And then, picture this: Events unfold. Time passes. It's finally time for Aziraphale to return those affections, boldly and in the open. The day is saved and it's his turn to go after his demon, to wrap him in 6,000 years of unspoken love, to shower him with affection that is no longer denied or clandestine. They meet. Their eyes lock. Aziraphale smiles in a desperate way, finally ready, and -

"I'm sorry, who are you?" "Crowley, it's me. It's Azriaphale." "Azirafalala? Funny old name, that. Well, better be getting on." (Crowley leaves, not even the faintest expression of recognition for his dearest friend and best love. Aziraphale never even got the chance to tell him, clear and defined, how much he loved him. And now he is all alone with the memory of Crowley's confession, and the rejection. He's the only one left to remember - he has to carry the pain alone for the next stretch of eternity. He never gets to kiss back.)

How loud do you think the sound of an angel's heart breaking is?

#casually out here hurting my own feelings #do i want to write this out further? yes kinda a little #but man I'm gonna CRY about it #fluff thoughts: whoever's memory gets wiped #they just restart the friendship from the beginning #what's another 6 #trying to undercut the pain here #THANK YOU for the ask anon i'm sorry it took me so long to answer!!! #AHHH!! #giving u all ur favorite snacks #ask #anon #good omens #good omens 2 #crowley #aziraphale #ineffable husbands #ineffable divorce #ineffable idiots #azicrow

[ravarui]

[ rain ] a romantic kiss in the rain / makino and shanks

Kiss them in different ways Selective Accepting (Mutuals only) @pareidolah

They should have paid more attention to the weather changing. Shanks was no stranger to sudden rainstorms coming out of nowhere, it was the norm on the grandline. But not here. Not in East Blue where the weather and sea was calm most of the time, held rarely surprises for any of them.

But then the last part wasn't exactly true. When they had docked in Fuschia for the first time he had never thought that he would find what he would call his most important treasure. Everything had looked so unassuming, so normal and peaceful. And yet he had fallen head over heels for the local barmaid.

Something that had taken him quiet some time to realize and admit to himself. At first he had thought it would be simple attraction, mere lust and nothing more. That he would forget about her the moment they left port. But that hadn't been the case and it had scared and confused him at first. He had never felt so strongly for someone before and no matter what he did, he couldn't get her out of his head. And so they had returned. Over and over again. And he had noticed the looks she had given him, the mild blushes when he flirted with her. It was clear that the attraction wasn't one sided.

Yet there had been mild hesitation from her side and he couldn't blame her. They were different. Her being a barmaid in a small village, him a wanted pirate who would never be able to stay in one place for long. Not to mention the thought that she might be only one of many. That someone like him had a different girl in different ports. And that hadn't even been so far of from the truth. He had had different women on all kinds of different islands. But those had been one night stands. Meaningless. Forgotten when he had set sail again and never returned. But she, Makino, had been different from the start.

So they had taken it slow. Something he wasn't used to, where he was out of his element, much to the amusement of his crew whose teasings he had to endure a lot.

And all of this had lead to the current situation. Makino had closed the bar for today and the two of them had decided to spend it together. His crew had volunteered to watch over Luffy that day, making sure he would be distracted enough to not disturb them during their date on accident.

Makino had lead him outside of the village, into the direction of the windmills and he had followed with a stupid smile on his face. Utterly smitten by her. They had been so wrapped in their talk with each other, that they only noticed the change in the weather when the first drops of rain started to fall. And seconds later the floodgates had been opened.

The redhead had thrown his cloak over her, as if to shield her at least somewhat from the rain as he took her hand and the two of them raced back into the direction of the village. Needing some sort of shelter.

When they reached the bar they were laughing, despite the fact that both of them were completely drenched. His white shirt clinging to his muscular frame and leaving nothing to the imagination, and her wrapped in his cloak that was way to big on her. It might have not protected her much from the rain, but it covered her at least.

He doesn't even know what exactly fuels his next action, all he knows is that he is looking at her, mesmerized by her. His eyes flickering down to her lips before gently cupping her face in his hands, making her look at him as he closes the distance between them. Leaning down to capture her lips in a gentle kiss, uncaring for the raining that is still falling around them.

#answered ask #pareidolah #character interaction: Makino #piracy is no game - akagami no shanks #//THIS GOT WAY LONGER THAN I EXPECTED #//I apologize for the wait #//I hope you enjoy reading it <3 #//I have so many feels for them again ahhh #unless you're moon #DONT REBLOG #PERSONALS DONT INTERACT #long post

[divinelght]

[ STYLE ] - Eve had to! ^.^

𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐃𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐑 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 ― accepting , @wildskissed!

Aurora can't remember the last time someone had regarded her so gently and it shows in the way she tips her head forward with her eyes pressed shut, granting the sorceress room to weave her golden tresses into a braid. Relaxed. Aurora is, despite everything, relaxed. She thinks her father used to do this for her and her heart aches at how much she misses him, but she lets the gentle work of Eve's hands comfort her. A soft hum vibrates in her chest, hands firmly planted in the soft grass of their camp. "I can't wait to see what it looks like when you're done. I'm sure it's beautiful!"

#keep the sun in your heart. ⸻ ( answered. ) #wildskissed #AHHH thank you for submitting #i'm so sorry it took me so long #but eve is such a lil cutiepie <3

[balladetto]

the hidden / accepting / @nihlkahn

     There comes a point where you hurt for long enough, alone enough, that the ache becomes something like a friend.

     Link almost can't imagine being without it. Saying goodbye to it. He doesn't think he'd know how to when he's been holding it by the hand for so long, so dutifully, and maybe it's his mistake — admitting that. But the night stretches on like some gaping maw: suffocating, his exhaustion a weight he can't lift his head all the way up against, the gnawing rot sunk so deep in the heart he feels he has no tears left for—

     And the Deity, through it all, is here. By his side, despite what brought them together. Despite what should've kept them apart — how Link wanted them apart. He remains, anchored. Present.

     Vengeful.

There's moments of the Deity that find him awash in regret and hatred for the Goddesses as he looks upon Link, how could they do this to a child who was so alone in the world? Even though he couldn't have prevented it, he still wishes he could have done more, " I can't believe you've been dealing with all of this on your own. If I could go back and change it all, I would. "

     Had he the energy for it, Link would've smiled. Or, at least, tried. It's a nice thing to hear. More than what he's ever gotten from anyone about this — through no fault but his own. Is it wrong of him, he wonders, that he only dares this with the Deity? That he'd sooner open the door for a god than any older friend; that he'd put his struggles there, on that divine-or-other level his companion occupies?

     Link feels it's only fair.

     He shakes his head from where it's buried in his arms, shoulders moving up-down in some half-hearted shrug. Now that it's out there, suspended in the space between them with shaky, stunted words, the hurt feels— emptier. Not gone, just...easier to fill in, maybe. Easier to breathe around and say, "S'kay."

     It's not. But he likes to imagine there's a yet there: it's not okay yet, 'cause it will be. It will have to be. He can't change anything that's happened, can't change that it's all happened to him, and he can't want to. What would it make him if he wished this on someone else? It has to be him. It has to be Link.

     It will always have to be Link.

#nihlkahn #( hi red! firstly. thank you SO much for this #it had me so. severely unwell #second please do not mind the length. you don't even have to continue this if you don't want to i just wrote so much because -- again -- IT #HAD ME SO. SEVERELY UNWELL!! i know this is our first ic interaction so i'm sorry it's full-on Like This but. ahhh!! #this is....definitely a while into them travelling together...AHHHH!!! #SENDING YOU ONLY THE BEST VIBES FOR THIS. OH MY GOD ) #* lionheart / ic. #* lionheart / answer. #* ic / para. #* v / the world: unmoved. #long post cw