#bit indirect

[madamlava]

I don't know if they have a tumblr or anything, but I finally caught wind of the vintage UT Asgore-centric fic "Day to Day" by CourierNew, and aside from a couple dated things HOLY SHIT ITS SO GOOD??? Impeccable Asgore characterization, and holy shit Perserverance's chapter in particular hit SO hard like wow its nearly everything I could want out of a previous human/Asgore encounter

So I drew a little slice from that chapter that really did it for me

#undertale #undertale fanart #sorta? #bit indirect #undertale asgore #undertale perseverance #asgore #asgore dreemurr #six human souls #fallen humans #human souls #my art #madamlava #perseverance soul

[froglegsblogs]

Episode 108 (spoilers?) got me thinking about how Jay might make her own prosthetics with some fun modifications and whatnot. My personal headcanon is that the wing tattoos go down the backs of her arms and envelop them when active, so by losing an arm she would lose a wing as well.

#jrwi spoilers #riptide 108 spoilers #jrwi fanart #just roll with it #jrwi riptide #jrwi podcast #jrwi show #digital art #jrwi jay #froglegsart #this feels a bit off to tag as a spoiler because it’s kinda indirect but better safe then sorry #hehe finger gun

[bigmammallama5]

do you ever just. yeah.

#arting #good thing its friday night and im only planning to work like 30 more minutes or so #it has been a weird week and i get to go roast and split logs at the wood kiln tomorrow in nearly 90 degrees #pots pots pots pots pots pots EVERYBODAAY #oh look a self portrait for the first time in 80 years #whatever #maybe ill doodle some soopercorrrp as a cool down in a bit #i got a bizza from the deli and im gonna add so much cheese and extra basil #a hydroPONIC basil thats gonna live in my bedroom for indirect light and smell delicious 24/7 #maybe i wont kill it #poor basil #you were only four bucks i hope you survive #also yes can you tell in my art that my physical therapy also includes correcting my posture #look at how nice my posture looks LMAO #ok thats enough #have a good weekend everyone #these tags are as long and as odd as iguanamouth's #man i love iguana's art i hope they're doing fantabulous

[ninjagofan420]

jay, spinning in his office chair: i miss cole so much. i hate it here. i miss my pookie baby :(

cole, in his stupid fucking garbage hut made of gay sludge and dead wires:

#ninjago #bruiseshipping #this ones a bit too niche #indirect spoilers ? #dragons rising spoilers #its been over a week so i think im . ok #Youtube

[nobody-expects-the-inquisitorius]

The children have scars too, Crosshair realises, and wishes he could un-realise it an instant later. Scars from rocks, and misjudged leaps, and deceptively sturdy-looking low branches. Accidents. The kind that they’d be disappointed to see fade. Their scars are a memento of adventure, a prop for storytelling. Like the one that Shaeeah has on her right knee from pitching headlong down a hillock in pursuit of a nuna, as she had told him in great detail no less than three times (once over breakfast, a second time after realising he hadn’t been listening to a word of it, and a third just for the sake of it). And Crosshair had tightened his jaw, and made a vague noise of acknowledgement, and triple-checked that his collar was pulled up high enough over his neck. 

She wouldn’t be smiling quite so bright if she could see just what he had to hide. And as much as it stings him to think of letting his secrets loose, a part of him wants her to see the horror, wants to wipe that stupid grin off her little face. CT-9904 had never been afforded the luxury to smile like that. 

It’s not their fault. 

That’s what the others would tell him. That’s what he’s sure Suu’s thinking, behind the unreadable glances that she casts him every time his nails bite into his palms as her daughter chatters. Not their fault. They don’t know of the labyrinth that lurks beneath carefully positioned fabric, the phantom craters of needles that he can still feel the sting of, latticed slashes of a surgeon’s blade branded onto a body that would never truly be his. 

It’s not my fucking fault either.

#🎶IIIIIIIIIII'M BACK ON MY BULLSHIT🎶 #not gonna publish the thing this is from for a while but anyways i love this passage #SEE #SEE HOW HE CALLS HIMSELF CT-9904 WHEN HE’S THINKING ABOUT HIS CHILDHOOD #BECAUSE ONE OF THE BIGGEST REASONS HE HATES HIS SCARS SO BADLY IS BECAUSE THEY’RE A SYMBOL OF KAMINOAN OWNERSHIP #this was so much fun to write i’m buzzing #i love making crosshair’s voice bleed into my writing style #free indirect discourse babyyyyyy #sorry gl i point blank refuse to use kriff for serious moments #best bit is where he just straight up goes hmmmm. i could traumatise this kid for life and show him exactly what the longnecks did to me bu #he’s not an angel and that’s why i love him #he’s VINDICTIVE #and everybody around him has to suffer for that because he can’t take it out on the kaminoans themselves #even the little kid who just wanted to show him a cool scar #(i did that to people all the time btw) #poor shaeeah has no idea shes dredging up crippling trauma #wip #tbb crosshair #the bad batch #tbb

[eomma-jpeg]

It was a modest bathroom: an old tub that might have once had clawed feet but had since eroded into clubs, a brass colored shower head that was encircled by a yellowed, plastic curtain, and a wooden floor warped by both water and sun, but the water ran both hot and cold so Vash didn’t complain. There was a porcelain sink that Vash was amazed to see in such an isolated town, but it had rough, chipped corners and an impressive crack that had likely been patched countless times, but at least it failed to leak when he washed his hands. There was a toilet, but it wasn’t worth mentioning. 

Above the sink, however, was something that caught Vash's attention more often than not: a mirror.

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guess who ! i... um literally came up with the idea at around 7:30 my time and it is now 9:20 so uh here ! something i decided i definitely needed to write especially in honor of vashmeryl week !!!!!!!

i have more planned so do not fear,,, i have a couple things toward the end of the week bc my birthday is on in the meadow friday and I have something fun planned.

and maybe a new multichapter vashmeryl fic but whatever.

#trigun #vashmeryl #vashmerylweek #trigun fic #fic #i just kept seeing the same indirect kiss stuff and wanted something a bit different #indirect kiss #the title makes it seem so much more spicy than it is LOL #vashmerylweek2023

[dudefrommywesterns]

Title: Aw, C'mon

Ship: Mike x Bill Baker

Words: 970

Description: Mike is trying, and failing, to write an essay. Bill interrupts.

Mike spun their pen between their fingers. The ideas for this essay simply weren’t coming. Across a sheet of lined paper they’d scribbled vague concept after vague concept but none stuck. What about? No, that’s overdone. Then, there could be– that’s a stretch. On page 70…would that make a long enough essay? 

A knock at the door. 

“Come in,” Mike said, not looking up from their paper. 

The door opened. 

What was that term? Their professor said it at least twice…maybe it was in their notes. Where had they put their notebook? They spun their pen again. 

A scrambled bit of speech hit their ears. Oh, that’s right, someone had come in. What did they want? 

“You study too hard,” Mike heard finally. They looked up and found their boyfriend Bill, peering over their shoulder. How long had he been like that? 

“Mm, no, I never do enough.” 

They turned back to their scribbles. Now that their head had cleared, they realized it was an incomprehensible mess. They crumbled the paper and threw it in the trash can. They pulled out another piece. 

Bill tapped their shoulder. “What’s goin’ on in that pretty head? Hm?” 

“Nothing,” Mike complained. “Not a damn thing.” 

“I doubt that,” he said, with a chuckle. “You do more thinking than anybody.”

That was hardly true. Or, if it was, most of their thoughts were more useless. 

“Not any useful thinking.” 

Bill’s breath warmed their neck, causing a shiver down their spine. Why did he have to get so close? How could they do any thinking now? 

“You’re the smartest person on campus,” Bill said, without a hint of exaggeration or comedy. 

“You have to say that,” Mike said. “You’d be a terrible boyfriend if you didn’t.” 

“Doesn’t make it a lie.” 

No, but…

“It makes it biased.” 

“You know I’m not the only one who thinks that.” 

“Junior too?” Mike joked. 

“Sure. Your professors, too. If they don’t, they’re wrong.” 

Mike scoffed. “Are you trying to give me a pep talk or an inflated ego?” 

He wrapped his arms around their middle. They could smell his cologne…warm, a bit like amber…a knockoff of something… The fabric of his sweater warmed them, even through their blouse. He was soothingly, addictingly, warm. Mike’s skin, prone to chill, craved him. 

Essay. Due. Next week. Five pages. Handwritten. Still no topic. 

This boy was not about to tank their grade. 

They stared down at their new blank page. They closed their eyes, trying to imagine their finished essay. 

Lips ghosted their neck. Their eyes snapped open. What was he trying to do? Why was he here? 

“Bill,” Mike asked gently. “What do you want?” 

“You,” he said simply. 

That much was clear. 

“What do you want with me?” they pressed. 

He pressed his lips to their neck, as if to answer their question. 

“Take a break?” he asked, almost insisting. 

“Don’t you have homework?” Mike asked. 

“I’d rather study you.” 

Smooth. Real smooth. 

They rolled their eyes, fondly. “You don’t study hard enough.” 

“You, I do. Quiz me.” 

His lips brushed their ear. Mike waved their hand, like swatting a fly. 

“Unless you have an idea for my essay, the door is over there.” 

“Maybe a break’ll give you inspiration.” 

He moved away from their neck and sat on their desk. Boy, he looked pretty today. The smile playing at his lips, the dark green of his sweater. He was such an enticing distraction. 

Essay due…next week…

“Baby,” Mike pleaded, “Please go, I gotta write five pages.” 

Bill glanced at their blank page and pointed out, “Looks like you aren’t getting any done.” 

That was true. They hadn’t gotten a single useful word in the last hour. They had to, though. They had to write this paper. 

But Bill, oh, look at him. He leaned in, and their eyes got caught on his lips. They looked soft, plush. Did he want a kiss? He sure looked like he was begging for a kiss. 

“Aw, c’mon,” he teased. 

No, not that tone. Not the one that would annoy them if it was anyone else. It was adorable when he did it, somewhere between coaxing and pestering. 

“Kiss me,” he repeated, in that same tone. 

Oh, they wanted to. How often did guys look at them with such gentle eyes, pleading to be kissed? They knew now why everyone told them to stick to books and keep from boys. 

“C’mon.” 

They put down their pen, and he leaned in closer. What was the point in resisting? Their essay could be written later, Bill was right here, right now. 

They pulled him into a kiss by his shirt collar. When their lips touched, they knew it was the right choice. They’d needed that kiss. 

Right after, came another kiss, much gentler. And another, and another. 

“You’re bad news for my grades,” Mike said, after they pulled apart. 

He smiled his world-ending smile, the one with teeth showing and eyes glittering. They could care later, when he wasn’t smiling at them like that. 

He slid off the desk, and came behind them again, engulfing them in a hug. They had no frame of reference, but they were sure that Bill’s hugs were their favorite. 

He took a deep breath. 

“How about we hug for a while?” he suggested. “I don’t know about you, but I could use a hug.” 

It amazed them that he could, so genuinely, want and need to be close to them. He genuinely seemed to desire their affections. 

“Okay,” Mike conceded. “Just a little while.” 

Mike stood, and he pulled them into his chest. They rubbed their face into his sweater, relishing in its softness. When they looked up at him, he’d closed his eyes. He hummed in contentment. Their heart swelled, and they squished themselves against him. Comfy, cozy, just right. 

#i've been playing with more free indirect discourse #typewriter dings #b.b. #self ship #self shipping community #last art/fic for a bit i promise #i've been oddly motivated

[moonscape]

HELP??? (REGARDING THAT ONE GUY IN UR CHATOT POST)

USERS WHEN CHATOT HAS TO GIVE THE GOVERNMENT MONEY SO THE GUILD DOESNT GO BANKRUPT/FALL APART

LIKE??? Ik our views on chatot are different (WHICH IS COOL I DO ENJOY UR PERSPECTIVE ON THE BIRD) but HUH?? WHAT IS BRO GOING ON ABOUT.

YEAH!! like i don't mind people not liking him if he's just not their thing (if i had a nickel for every bitchy gay bird man in a nintendo game that i liked i'd have two nickels) or if people found the perfect apple incident triggering in any way and it ruined his character for them and i fully respect yours and other people's opinions on that but hating him just for doing his job and arguing against plain text stated in the game is unreal GSGEHEJJSJEJE

#mail #fujii-draws #from what im hearing in my dms this person is coping really hard KEHSJEJEJEJHDJ #im not gonna fucking recover from that indirect insult too like HUH????? WHAT DID I DO???? LSHDJHSJEJWHE #also ty for saying you enjoy my perspective! sometimes i worry im a bit much regarding him when he's like not even one of my own favourites #i just like him. blaming the mental illness for making me feel things more intensely than i'd like SHHEJUSHDHE

[autogeneity]

you know I would probably lose any real life physical fight, but I somehow feel much more comfortable with direct aggressive confrontation (that is attempting to influence me with an implicit threat of violence), than I do with the passive style of influence that is using an implicit threat of vague social/moral judgement and so on.

the former almost feels to an extent respectful. like in the caricature of martial societies and so on, I could in theory defeat you and defend my honour or some shit lmao. it's a challenge, not a devaluing

anyway I think this is another reason I function much better among male interaction norms. girls be playing 5d chess

#m #ref notes #I suspect there is some 'winning move' to the subtle indirect social version also #but it is a bit elusive to me probably due to the quasi-autism #but also it feels like it is relying on social status #which is hard to 'win' in a moment the way a direct confrontation is

[starkcontrasts]

i like to think when rhaenyra was calling out for laenor during the brawl it was out of concern for him plainly just bc she's fond of him and wanted to make sure he was safe, possibly bc rhaenyra also saw who criston was beating, and thirdly bc laenor is her future husband and it was like a "please come find me" situation.

to go with that, i also like to think that laenor was reacting to her calling out for him and trying to get to her initially before he saw it was joffrey getting beaten and started heading for the center of the crowd instead of rhaenyra. idk i just think the platonic affection between the two of them is very precious and the end to this episode hurts all the more for it (rhaenyra crying not only for criston but primarily for laenor- her cousin whom she grew up with, her future husband, and this person who she cares abt -losing his love)

#hoping and praying they're still on good terms in episode 6 and it's not like a frigid marriage #not necessarily bc laenor is still mad st her in an indirect it was your ex that killed him kinda way #i just want them to be happy and friendly even just a bit we love a jovial beard marriage ok #but yeah baby laenor didn't deserve that #criston really you couldn't cjoose a better time for your breakdown /hj #hotd episode 5 #house of the dragon #rhaenyra targaryen #laenor velaryon #house of the dragon reaction #hotd reaction

[moe-broey]

Like @ prev post (don't wanna sound too insane in op's tags even though this is the being insane about your blorbos website)

I feel like it has A LOT of comedic potential especially in a setting where you can't just look shit up on your phone and get Shrimp Image, like part of the comedy here would be Alfonse going across the fucking room, fishing out a very specific random ass book on his bookshelf, flipping through it and then Finding Shrimp Image, PHYSICALLY presenting the book and pointing at the Shrimp. Comedic potential off the fucking charts here for physical comedy and props, ect ect

But the thing is. The thing is. I think Alfonse would be Just As Bad as his freak summoner. Like I think you can argue him landing in either camp about it, and the potential is So There, but I have arrived at the Hard Stance that Alfonse would not only share his toothbrush with you if you asked, he would be REALLY NOT NORMAL ABOUT IT.

#one thing about alfonse in my mind is that he is a bit of an obsessive weirdo. he's good at hiding it (mostly) #he WILL find a way to erotize sharing a toothbrush. he will find a way to wax poetic and pine over it. #an indirect kiss...... #he's just not well-adjusted about it at all. #i do think that post could work between my trainer and arven though. esp since arven is a clean freak #he WOULD be really fucking bothered by that LMFAOOOOO #and then a comic like that would be ultizing pokemon setting and rules which also could lend itself to extra layers of comedy #but also when the pokemon fixation is off it's off. #i. cannot fucking maintag this i will sound fuckinh insane.

[chumpovodir]

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#castlevania #castlevania curse of darkness #hector castlevania #it's funny that the narrative takes pains to make us understand hector is like. not just castlevania pretty but *strikingly* gorgeous #yet every media iteration of him has a moment where its like “damn bro u look *awful* tf” #there's a bit with isaac when he catches up to hector in the tokyopop manga #and rosaly's indirect “oh shit you're not a corpse???” from PtR as well #idk if its all a deliberate running gag but #give the man a fucking break lmao #have this meme from the depths of my drafts instead of me bitching about nocturne now that cv is getting a bit of traction again #castlevaniaposting

[merge-conflict]

I think it's good for everyone to really invest in a character that is to some degree a self-insert because there's no better way to safely analyze your own impulses, habits, and traits. Some of them are easy mode things you might know already. (e.g. Why does X avoid eye contact?) Some of them are questions which require some thinking, and if it's somewhat unpleasant work you can more easily forgive a character you've created than yourself and then over time accept and work with something that was otherwise invisible to you. (e.g. Why does X vehemently refuse to accept help without terms or payment?) Incomprehensibly mortifying, in a way, but man. Maybe I am governed by a billion little unspoken rules, and I should like. Write them down and see if any of them need to be revised. Maybe Valentine should let someone take care of her for a bit without her frantically promising undying service in return.

#any answers to the direct question 'am I loveable?' are even in sincerity untrustworthy #you might as well ask 'would you do the right thing?'. what you want to be true and what is true are not the same #but you add a little indirection in there? you create something that feels and tastes real? #now all you have to do is observe #of course people put bits of themselves into everything and that's why people love feedback #no creation without vulnerability sadly #rambler rambler

[carbonbasedmatter]

thinking about how one of the books juilio gave tori to read was the metamorphosis by franz kafka where the main character wakes up one day as a beetle making it impossible for him to do any sort of work leading to his family abandoning him, basically a metaphor for people with illness/depression making them "worthless" in a lot of ways very similar to what tori was feeling at the time

I always wonder if he lent tori these books to indirectly try and communicate that she wasn't alone he was there for her if she needed it. maybe she knew this and felt uncomfortable (like we already know she doesn't people worrying about her)

#this may be a bit of a stretch idk #I may be projecting but to me the spring family seems like the type to not be very comfortable talking about more serious things and find #more “indirect” ways to communicate things to each other #solitaire alice oseman #oseman tag #osemanverse #tori spring #trey's terrors #victoria spring #julio spring

[starbuck]

biggest pet peeve is when a song is slightly indirect with its lyrics, maybe a bit metaphorical, and suddenly everyone’s all like WHAT COULD THIS POSSIBLY MEAN?? WAS HE ON D R U G S WHEN HE WROTE THIS???? NO ONE COULD EVER MAKE SENSE OF THESE LYRICS!!!! and it’s like. girl. he’s just sad. have you ever been sad? you get it.

#sometimes writers use metaphors to idk. create a Vibe #rather than indicate towards a deep and extremely specific secret meaning #just my opinion #obviously some songs do have specific meanings - it depends #but when people either try to A) push their one specific interpretation as the True Meaning #or B) act like a song is completely incomprehensible just because it’s a bit indirect #that’s just dumb to me #bc like. no. the song does have a very clear meaning actually #not necessarily a specific one but still Clear #does that make sense? #anyways GOODNIGHT

[good-beans]

You know what I realized today? I've gathered from dashboard osmosis that the inmates in Milgram are being judged for deaths they're responsible for that don't qualify as murder in a legal sense, right? So... Mondo could totally be an inmate in Milgram World. I don't really know where I'm going with this, but... thoughts on him as an inmate? Like, how might his crimes get treated by the narrative? What music style and symbolism might they use in his videos? (Are there different musical styles? I haven't actually listened to the songs...) Sorry for sticking my special little guy in here lmao, I promise that I'm doing it in a "I'm walking my Littlest Pet Shops through your Barbie Dreamhouse" sorta way.

YES we are mushing our toys together and having a good time :’D Omg always stick your special little guy here!

And that’s exactly it! Five of the prisoners should have been charged with homicide though they have very emotionally charged situations, but the other five have pretty standard lives except that they indirectly/unconventionally took a life – so he would 100% fit. (There’s also a theory I really like that characters only end up in the prison if they personally feel guilty of murder, so it’d work that he felt like he killed someone so he found himself there.) 

He’d have such cool symbols in his video ooh... The videoa have a mix of actual scenes of reality along with a more dreamscape-type area. So you’d have moments from the night of the accident, but he could also be riding his bike surrounded by stylized open highways, traffic lights/signage, car lights, and cityscapes that reveal his recklessness/relationships. Or if those are too similar, his dreamscape could also be a garage where he’s working on – or smashing – his bike. Most characters have a single simple image that's their major symbol, I think his would be a red traffic light.

(I can't think of anything clever at the moment but there could also be a lot to work with for diamonds symbolizing something tough/hard, valuable, and visually distracting)

The songs are all generally pop-y, but there are definitely distinct genres for each character which is super fun! (I do recommend giving the soundtrack a listen even if you don’t get into the story side – all the season 2 songs SLAP lol) And I swear I'm not just saying this because he's my favorite, but Mondo would definitely fit Fuuta’s vibes. It’s the whole “I’m a tough guy and I’ll kick your fucking ass, (but deep down I am actually very human and scared and feel immense guilt over this!!” thing. Bring it On is his more confident intro song and Backdraft is after he’s a bit more fucked up and feeling scared/guitly. 

Story-wise, I think he’d also be pretty similar to Fuuta in that his toughness would put people off at first. There are three seasons/trials (we’re in the middle of the second one rn), and I think his first voice drama would be full of aggression, and then his song would reveal he’s in a gang – causing the audience to think he was just a loudmouthed delinquent needing to be brought down a notch, and vote him guilty. But then season 2 he hits ‘em with the fact that the gang had nothing to do with the death, and it was in fact love that caused it all, and he's a lot more complex. And maybe it’s held off until s3 to reveal it was his own brother, giving that final twist of the knife. From some of the opinions I’ve seen so far, it seems like he’d get a good reception and may make it out! (Though you could stay true to his original tragedy and take the possibility that his final verdict would be guilty :( )

I would walk my barbies back into your littlest pet shop area, but I mean, the main Milgram high schooler character did stab a girl in broad daylight, so I don’t think there’d be much of an interesting investigation there… 😂

#milgram doesnt have any characters shown driving so weve had no roadway/mechanic/city images like that #i think itd work really well! #not like dizzying -- but a lot of motion #fast-paced imagery that the fans need to pause every frame to analyze each passing car #not to be a person making a butter joke but some of the videos have really good food symbolism #if events played out differently he definitely could have had really neat food/melting imagery #fuuta has one of the indirect murders (harassed/doxxed someone online and they died in result) so i dont know howd he be in danganronpa lol #im also thinking about how his jacket would be replaced by a prison-uniform-jacket and the belts could be arranged in a cool #circle/compass on the back... #i have a playlist of all the songs in order if you ever want but its all on their channel as well #thanks pal! sorry it got a bit long -- it was a lot of fun to think about haha! #milgram #danganronpa #ask