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[ganymedesclock]

This might be extremely late and maybe you already got an answer about this and isn't in su anymore but if it was possible do you think Greg should reconcile with his parents despite everything they done to him?

TL;DR I think "should" doesn't really have anything to do with it in cases of personal relationships.

This may come at a contrast to a lot of how "redemption discourse" tends to get circled around but one thing I think that a lot of people don't realize is that when you are talking about specifically heroes and villains in actionized series, there tends to be an accidental blend of "are we going to personally develop a friendship with Badguy McStabs" and "are we going to pull Badguy McStabs off this railroad track before the train hits him"

Longer deliberation under the cut,

The thing is. In a lot of stories. protagonists tend to have, or acquire, or assert, a lot of say over the situation. To use SU as an example, if Steven decides he is not going to work with White Diamond in any magnitude, draw an us-vs-them line and not allow any of his allies to work with her either... White Diamond does not really have a lot of options besides dying- or getting exiled to the middle of nowhere in a 'technically not a death' death sentence. Steven, at this point, is functionally one of the ruling authorities of Homeworld and leading an active revolution.

What Steven Universe does that I think is particularly relevant to this topic is it points out that Steven can choose to let White Diamond have a functional life, while 1. meaningfully halting the threat that she poses and 2. not choosing to personally be her friend.

SU Future makes it pretty darn obvious that their relationship is strained. White has become, in no uncertain terms, the weird grandma that Steven feels some familial obligation to but is not sure he likes. Sure, as his weird grandma she's very enthusiastic about connecting with him but she's out of touch and condescending and a lot of things he doesn't personally like.

By contrast, the thing with Greg and his parents, is similar to the thing with Steven and Marty, or Steven and Kevin. If Our Hero does not extend an olive branch in this situation... nothing's directly gonna happen to these guys. We cannot say directly, unambiguously clear-cut, Greg's parents will suffer if Greg never talks to them again. They may miss their son, but, well, at that point, we're weighing their hurt feelings over Greg's hurt feelings at his upbringing, which we know he was miserable about.

Any time we talk about rehabilitating an antagonist, we're actually talking about multiple bundled concepts.

-Does the antagonist specifically stay in power, or remain unchecked?

In the case of White Diamond, the answer to this is no- while she is still ruler of Homeworld, her relationship with her peers has completely changed and Steven now directly has the public authority to put a check on her and be backed by Homeworld's own resources.

-Does the antagonist functionally get to have a life after this?

I would generalize this out from "does the antagonist die or not"- think about someone going to jail, implicitly for a life sentence, or as Vlad Masters from Danny Phantom, getting flung out into the depths of space for the rest of his existence. They are nominally alive but narratively they have still been put in a neat tidy box where they will never affect anybody's life again, the end goodbye.

-Does the hero or heroes personally keep the villain in their life after this?

That's what this question is getting at. And your intention may not have ever been to touch the other two- we KNOW Greg's parents have or had some kinda life and presumably didn't get fired or forced into destitution by their son running away. The thing they lost was access to Greg- and in time, to Steven. But I think whether or not you answer yes, or no, to this question, it's important to split it off from the other two- because that's where a lot of people can get into really intense arguments about this- where person A thinks that the answer is "yes, they should be redeemed", meaning, "obviously take them out of power and the heroes may not want them around personally but like, don't kill them or ruin their life, yeesh" and person B hears that yes and thinks that person A means "they should not experience ANY consequences for their behavior and in fact be directly coddled by people they hurt whether or not those people independently want to"

And when "is someone good or bad" is inevitably complicated as all hell even in media where it's the Happy Caring Friends Of Hug-A-Lot vs. The Hateful Nasties Of Mount Meanie, you can see where boiling things to imperfect extremes and then getting really mad at people is both an enduring pastime for the ages and also not a great way to read media.

To follow up my opener- at the point where it's just about who do you choose to keep in your life or not, no implicit threat of death or fantastical consequences... I don't think moral imperatives really matter that much.

At the end of the day, we're never going to know Greg's mind fully, even having a deeper lens into him than we'd ever have into a real-world associate given we've watched him as an audience. We aren't going to know his entire situation. And even if we somehow, perfectly did... we'd still have different answers on whether or not he "should" forgive his parents, based on innumerable factors, none of which are "are we, ourselves, Good or Evil"

So I just don't think framing it as a potential imperative, should he, is gonna get us anywhere. It's just not the knife to cut this particular question with. I'd be more interested in would he, or if so, what might that look like? good idea? bad idea? or even just, how did his parents feel about all this, what's their side of the story and how does that inform our read of Greg?

#Steven Universe #on redemption in general #readmore

[redux-iterum]

man. i really do love the way you’ve handled tigerclaw— he’s still a bastard, but he’s a bastard who GENUINELY thinks he’s doing right by his clan, his family. the shift in motivation from “i want to conquer the whole forest as a tyrannical dictator” to “i want to isolate thunderclan from its neighbors so it can be restored to it’s former glory and flourish” is WAY more impactful, imo. i also think there’s something to be said about how he’s (maybe) willing to exempt fireheart— whose entire character has been about BUILDING bridges between thunderclan and the rest of the forest— from his hitlist and make a hypocrite of himself because he and goldenflower have a fondness for him. i choose to believe that tigerclaw is still proud of the way fireheart stands up for what he believes in, even if it is conflicting with his own goals.

tldr; loving the direction of this so far. thank you guys for all your hard work!! looking forward to my heart continually being broken in the future <3

Figured answering these two together would be ideal.

It’s excellent to hear the enthusiasm and kind words, thank you! I’ve been stowing away this discussion about Tigerclaw and Fireheart for a while, and now I get to blather!

People have brought up that Tigerclaw choosing not to hurt Fireheart is unusual, since Fireheart’s the one that’s soft to outsiders and has been on track to softening the entire Clan as well, and Tigerclaw is against that. The reason for this requires a bit of a tangent.

Tigerclaw initially was a bit emotionally distant with all his Clanmates, save Goldenflower (for the most part). Not in the sense of “I don’t care about any of you”, but more like “I care about you, but I’m not so attached that I can’t kill you to save everyone else”. He’s had the thought in his mind for years that he could be a better leader than the one everyone already loves, that these cats had impaired judgement and couldn’t do what needs to be done, that he didn’t want to commit to having a family because that could get in the way of his silent and righteous crusade. He cared for his Clanmates, but his heart was careful not to get too close to anyone, even, to a very small extent, Goldenflower. What if he needed to put her out of the way too?

And then Fireheart happened.

Initially, Tigerclaw didn’t care about him. It’s some kittypet who has a tiny bit of potential. Big whoop. He was under the category of “to be Handled if he gets too uppity and does the wrong thing”, and Tigerclaw expected he’d stay there forever. That was fine and easy, even if Goldenflower got attached to him. He could kill Lionface if he needed to, why would he be unable to take out a shrimpy outsider just because his mate likes him?

The thing is, Fireheart’s got this annoying little talent of drawing out people’s kindness and affection without even trying. We’ve seen his own gentle, broad love for everyone around him, even those he just met and knows nothing about beyond them needing help from a stranger. He is overflowing goodness and fondness and empathy in a somewhat compact ginger body, and you can’t break that or scare that out of him. And somehow, with that infallible bravery to keep being kind and polite, he manages to worm his way into the core of another cat and soothingly convince them, even unconsciously, to offer a nice word to someone they don’t like, or maybe ask a Clanmate if they’re doing okay when they think they don’t care, or even just blink trustingly to calm a frightened and starving outsider they should be chasing away. It’s difficult to catch him doing it, but as we’ll see in the rest of the series, it’s a gradual, unstoppable infection.

This talent is what made everyone (well, except for Darkstripe, but he doesn’t like anybody) so fond of him, even if they preemptively think he’s just a dumb kittypet who needs to toughen up. Frostfur is a good example: she went from apathy and disdain to offering him silent support when he brought Cloudkit home and actively partaking in conversation with him when he approached her, just over the course of this book. All he had to do was, like I said, be kind and polite, and he gradually broke down even her walls. Charred Legacy, the next book, will go more into this, so I’ll save the details for now, but my point is that Fireheart is really damn good at making his Clanmates and friends care about him and others.

How troubling (and mildly amusing) it was to Tigerclaw to find that he wasn’t exempt from this. And how amazed he was to find that coming to care for this little outsider his mate was eager to adopt opened up a whole new world for him. Maybe having kits wasn’t so bad. Maybe he could be a father and still do what he needed to do, and maybe his family didn’t need to get hurt in the process. Maybe Goldenflower was more precious to him than he realized, and maybe Fireheart was someone he could see as a son, and be proud to do so.

What Tigerclaw failed to account for is that attachment complicates things. You might have to kill someone – but no, now you come up with excuses not to. They’re just misguided, you can fix them with a couple conversations. You don’t have to take them out. They’re your family! And your family is important! Surely you can let them live, just these particular cats. You can change their minds. They’ll understand and appreciate your goal in time. It’ll be just fine, you know it.

And so it went, deeper and deeper, until his twisted mind was able to justify not hurting Fireheart ever, solely because he’s his son, and his son deserves to live no matter what. In the same way he thought of his more “dangerous” Clanmates as a liability even if they didn’t really do anything wrong, he thought of his mate and son as essential to ThunderClan, even if they went against his ideals.

He never did see the hypocrisy in that. And even to the end, he never even dreamed of hurting Fireheart.

That’s his son, you know?

#ask #readmore #spoilers #burning hearts ask #tigerclaw #fireheart #gravehund #seawoven #queue #i speak

[bridoesotherjunk]

I did like Sonic Prime overall, but Season 3 was absolutely the weakest of the bunch.

biggest complaint- season 3 was very obviously rushed. The deadline was clearly way too short and the show suffered for it.

I enjoyed all of the Sonic and Shadow banter, they were super cute and it finally felt like it did when I was a kid. Shadow not outright being hostile to Sonic and sometimes sharing a goof with him feels like it used to in the 2000s. Like, yeah, the Shadow the Hedgehog game wasn't great and neither was 06 but at least the two of them interacted! For years it just felt like the only time we saw these two together was just so they could fight and nothing else. Sonic Prime felt like they were rivals and not straight up enemies.

The episodes of the big battle dragging on forever honestly started blending together pretty fast. Like, really just. Too much for too long. There were so many characters that they literally just wrote some of them out of the story for entire episodes so there was less to do. And even then, too much.

We got a really cool looking new form for Sonic in season 2 and it was never used again. Never brought up. There were a few points where it seemed like they were implying Shadow got hurt that just never got mentioned again. Nine kept fucking making clones and nothing else for like 8 episodes?? This guy is supposed to be smart and that's all they did with him.

The best parts of the show were the character interactions, and season 3 pretty much forgot about everyone but Shadow. I like Shadow, he's my favorite character, but it kinda sucked to leave everyone else in the dust.

I dunno... it wasn't a terrible show. We finally got good fucking writing for Shadow again, and for that I will always love Prime, but... it kind of just felt like the Sonadow show for this final season and not much else.

#Sonic #sonic prime #shadow the hedgehog #sonic the hedgehog #Sonic Prime critique #Sonadow #Readmore #Long post #I have mixed feelings #Sega #Netflix

[zensations35]

We have new people on tumblr and they did change the readmore function a while back so, I figured why not. Here's where to find the button to add a 'read more' break to your posts and fics! They help reduce clog in the dash/feed so we can open your stories separately and reduce lag as well.

Desktop:

Mobile:

#psa #readmore #helpful #useful #feature #just for yall to know #love reading everyone's stuff #it's just a lot of scrolling when i reblog it on my dash #hope this helps!

[kicksnscribs]

"Ah, you want me to talk about the Twins huh?"

"Not much to say about em, really. Used to run the subway system in Iacon way back before all the slag hit the fan. Damn good at it too.

Nicest lads you'd ever met and practically inseparable! Where one went the other was close by, almost as if they were joined at the hip. Rough upbringin's will do that to ya or so I've heard

Couldn't believe it when i saw the white one on the side of the 'Cons, even less so when i realized he was by himself. We captured him one day as a POW one time. Took a lot of us to pull it off but we managed eventually. That's when I heard the story of what happened to his...I guess brother is what you humans would call them if you absolutely needed a word to describe him. Figured the 'Cons promised him a way to get him back somehow if he joined up with them and he took the offer in a desperate attempt to find him.

Though I doubt they ever did give him anything to really go by. Recruiters will say just about anything in order to get bots to join their cause. Especially when it comes to getting their servos on big, strong fellas like the Twins.

He eventually escaped us somehow; found a way to cut through his bonds and was lost to the night before any of us could even blink. Heh, and I thought his brother was the more crafty of the two.

What d'ya mean 'creepy' smile? Rude lil' thing aren't ya?

He's always been smiling like that. Well...not exactly like that but... you know that mech never had a frown on his face that I'd ever seen. Though I will admit there's something...different about that smile now. Not at all like what I seen back in Iacon. Something sinister...

Not the only one to notice it either. Ol' Rung reckons that being separated from his brother for so long did things to him. Spark twins can't be without one another for very long without it messing with their coding n whatnot, you know?

Though, Ratch knows more about the kid's situation than anybody here on this ship. Says that he apparently had done some things in order to get his brother back. Supernatural things. Things smart mechs should know to leave well enough alone.

Wherever that mech went to get his brother, he didn't come back alone....

Such a shame, he was always a sweet kid. Had a bit of a mobility issue but only when he was excited about something I think? Which was a good thing for all I care. You need to have joy in the things you love 'n he had that in spades.

Did not really understand the concept of personal space though 'n it sometimes got 'im in loads of trouble *laughs*

The black one? Whats there to say about 'im, honestly?

Incredibly polite mech, always there to lend a helping servo or two when needed, a little older than his brother i think? He would always mess with him about that little fact.

Very gentle in situations where his brother would be very harsh, but not like in a mean spirited way, more like an excitable way if that makes any sense? You would never think that what with the constant sour look etched on his face at all times *laughs*

Never liked to talk much. Though not for a lack of ability but more of a 'can't control his volume' situation. He can hit Siren levels of loud when excited enough about something or other and feels bad about it when he does. I don't mind it though, means he's found something to be happy about and that's a good thing in my book if that's worth anything.

Really hurt to hear that he went missing millennia ago. His brother looked absolutely destroyed when I saw him in that camp. I'm glad to see he made it back.

Primus the years haven't been good to him, though. Wherever he went it did numbers on his frame.

He creaks when he walks now, and his gaze has that look of a mech who has seen far more than he should have. He still has that gentle nature about him, though. Which is good, because I think he is going to need it if he ever hopes to succeed at getting those demons running through his brothers brain module out.

I got faith in them though, they're as strong as they are inseparable. They'll get through this like they did every other thing they faced,

together.

[Pulled from the personal Datatracks of Ironhide, Chief of Autobot Security]

#hey ho i got bored again and came up with this while drawing lol #i am not a writer but that will not stop me from writing about my blorbos dammit! #long read #readmore #maccadams #submas #submas angst #i guess it can be called that? #i will draw something better for this but i had to get it out before my brain hated it #also i fucking love ironhide and for some odd reason when i was drawing all i could think about was him talking about the Twins #to some random curious human who suddenly saw two 35 foot train mechs appear on the base #i may do more with this idk #kicks' scribblings

[ninsiana0]

Read TRANSLATION STATE by Ann Leckie if you love mysteries, multiple narrators, space stations, artificial intelligence, coffee, strained treaties, scary aliens, childhood trauma, breaking the laws of physics, dumplings, questioning what it means to be human, and exiled pirates.

•I received an advance copy for review through NetGalley

•expected publication date is 6/6/23

#Translation State #Ann Leckie #Imperial Radch #read this if #book #books #bookreview #book reviews #bookrecs #bookreccs #bookrecommendations #book recommendation #bookworm #bookish #bibliophile #readmore #read #readers of tumblr #readers on tumblr #readingismagic #advance copy #netgalley

[dee-the-red-witch]

The Monthly Roundup

Okay, normally, this is just a free monthly post over on my Patreon, but I figured I should push this out into the wild as well, because this kind of stuff's always needed. Want this, and a bunch of weekly readings from a cursed tarot deck, media reviews, and other content including fiction and the occasional build post? Maybe consider adding me over there as well. Anyways, like I said, it's a monthly roundup- in this case a bigass collection of links and resources for folks interested in pursuing gender transition one way or another. And while a bunch of it is transfem specific and sometimes medical transition specific, because it's stuff I dug up while hunting down things for myself, there's also things in there good for anyone of any gender, and resources for legal/social transition as well. And this is long enough to deserve a cut for once, so...

Hey! What If *I'M* trans?

The Gender Dysphoria Bible- https://genderdysphoria.fyi/en Wondering if you're experiencing Gender Dysphoria? This may be a good place to start. Realize the GDB is slanted largely towards transfem folks, so it doesn't necessarily apply evenly to everyone, but it does cover a lot of ground that folks may identify with.

Trans Medical Resources

DIY HRT- https://diyhrt.cafe/index.php/Main_Page (for legal reasons, I'm going to tell you to at least try to see a licensed physician or endocrinologist before starting to DIY your own hormones, but keep in mind, I'm not your responsible adult, and if you don't choose to listen, that's on you) This is the main, best hub for sourcing and getting info on doing your own hormone therapy. Keep in mind, it's once again slanted towards feminizing methods, because testosterone is still a controlled substance in most of the world (which is bloody fucking stupid, but that's a rant for another time).

GALAP- The Gender Affirming Letter Access Project- https://thegalap.org/ While we may have new WPATH guidelines with the Soc 8 updates that dropped a little bit ago, most providers and insurers are still on outdated requirements that insist on letters from mental health providers for transgender-related care. Which can affect access to surgeries, HRT, and more. GALAP exists to connect folks with providers who'll give those letters,m in some cases free of charge even.

Gynecologist List- https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/1Djia_WkrVO3S4jKn6odNwQk7pOcpcL4x00FMNekrb7Q/htmlview This one's more for uterus-owners in general and less trans-specific, but giventhe number of folks with uteri who'd can end up with a hard time finding a willing doctor for some procedures, it's important for everyone. This is a Google database of hundreds of gynecologists, listed by location, willing to perform sterilization procedures with informed consent, without secondary authorization from anyone else. The list is patient-vetted, so your mileage may vary, but for those seeking sterilization and/or hysterectomies as part of their transition it may prove to be invaluable as a resource, because doctors willing to do this work can be few and rare in some areas.

Transfeminine Science- https://transfemscience.org/ Articles, journals and all sorts of researching into, well, just what the name says, transfeminizing science. A lot of medical professionals simply don't have knowledge in the field and are acting on what they learned in med school, which may be way out of date. If they're willing to listen, there's stuff in there to help bring them up to speed. Better yet, it;'s also a great resource to educate yourself so you can advocate for your own care a bit better.

Other Transition resources (legal, social, etc)

NCTE's ID GUIDE- https://transequality.org/documents The National Transgender Center for Equality's guide to changing your legal identity, in a handy format that lets you break it down by state or territory, or even federal documents (United States only, sorry.) and links to the right paperwork to use. Rainbow Passage- https://rainbowpassage.org/ It sucks that we need organizations like this in these times, but I'm glad to see there's people already stepping up to the task. Rainbow Passage is an organization dedicated to helping trans youth get out of trans-hostile states and relocate to safer areas. And if you can, volunteering for them is a great way to help improve safety for trans folk in general.

Seattle Voice Lab- https://www.seattlevoicelab.com/ if you've seen me on social media much lately, then you've seen me talking about this place. This is who I'm (through February and March at least) taking voice lessons through to feminize my own voice more. They also have a bunch of online resources, a discord server, and other help if you need to figure your own vocal chords out a bit better.

Strands For Trans- https://strandsfortrans.org/ Need a haircut, or color or other beauty services you're using for the first time ever as an out trans person and you're not sure where's going to be safe to go? Strands For Trans is the first comprehensive database of Aesthetics businesses for hair and everything, AND THEY VET THE BUSINESSES, to ensure your safety and comfort.

TLC's Life-Planning Guide- http://transgenderlawcenter.org/wp-content/uploads/2020/04/TLC_Life-Planning-Documents-Transgender.pdf The Transgender Law Center put this guide together specifically for planning end-of-life details. Yes, it's a depressing and tragic thing, but protecting and making sure our identities are still properly preserved after we die is still just as an important part of what we're fighting as anything else is. This guide will help you with establishing a Living Will, controlling hospital visits, and setting up proper Powers of Attorney, so that nothing potentially falls back into the hands of people who might refuse to recognize who you truly are. (In many states, you can designate someone other than your next of kin to take charge of your body when you die (next of kin is defined by law, not by preference). If you need to do that, go to nolo.com and look up article on "[your state] funeral law" to get a rundown on if and how to do this.

Trans Media

The Digital Transgender Archive- https://www.digitaltransgenderarchive.net "The purpose of the Digital Transgender Archive (DTA) is to increase the accessibility of transgender history by providing an online hub for digitized historical materials, born-digital materials, and information on archival holdings throughout the world." (In short, this is one of several free libraries of trans history.)

Totally Trans- https://www.patreon.com/totallytrans/posts Hey, look at that, it's another Patreon! Except, no, wait, it's a podcast! Totally Trans looks at media both historical and modern with a transgendered lens. Sometimes it's silly fun, other times, it's great insights into queer and trans history, and all around it's a great show to add on whatever service you're already getting podcasts through- or you can hit the link above to help support them at the same time for early access.

Trans News, Blogs, and Notes

Erin In The Morning: https://www.erininthemorning.com/ Erin's newsletter runs almost daily these days, mostly with updates regarding trans legislation all around the US. It's a good way to stay up to date, but it can also be a drag these days, largely because it's practically just a constantly expanding list of bad news thanks to the GOP right now.

Stained Glass Woman: https://stainedglasswoman.substack.com/ aka Doc Impossible/Zoe. I first discovered her work and writing when WPATH released their new SOC 8 guidelines, because she was one of the few people that could make the thing actually make sense in non-legalese. But I subscribed andkeep following here for regular updates both because she presents a trans coming out narrative that was just a joy to read, and also covers interesting  news in the field of trans medicine from time to time. Definitely worth adding to your feed.

A Self Defense Study Guide for Trans Women and Gender Non-Conforming / Nonbinary AMAB Folks: https://www.silversprocket.net/2021/09/13/a-self-defense-study-guide-for-trans-women-and-gender-non-conforming-nonbinary-amab-folks/

This is, quite honestly, one of the best self-defense guides I've seen for gender-nonconforming folks (and one of the few, to be honest), short of private defense instruction. AND it's available to read in full for free at that link, or in print for just a 5$ donation. Go check it out.

Other general roundups

Grassroots GAC Resources- https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/19kSzBLo_hjpiBjHN8tvK73sVHU25NKWjMau2vNl8uuM/edit#gid=778305468 Google spreadsheet of links in general, from therapy help and hrt assistance, to all sorts of other info, some of which are repeats from here, but there's also a bunch of others I haven't had time or opportunity to vet yet.

#trans #transgender resources #link roundup #readmore #transgender

[kirby-the-gorb]

reply roundup!

had to put these on hold for a while for personal reasons </3 they're likely to still be infrequent, but in honor of kirb2k!

(my notes would only load back to mid september so I missed a couple weeks sorry :c but be warned that this is a long one! it's 3 entire months' worth!)

also, reminder that kirb2k ends tomorrow!!! preorders, commissions, and auctions will all close at noon pst on sunday december 17th! everything is linked in the pinned post or filed under the tag kirb2k!

first is one more birthday kirb from my friend @sleepy-sheep-wizard:

Realized halfway thru that I don’t know what Kirby looks like off the top of my head, so I got funky with it. Happy birthday, thank you for being a good friend

thank you again friend <3 getting funky with it is truly in the spirit of just drawing a little guy for fun, I love his little hat in particular.

on [mirror] @shapeshifterwithafez said: uuuh is Scherben bringen Glück/ Shards bring luck a universal saying? sounfs clinky as a direct translation. anyways in germany we say that shards of stuff you broke brings luck so I hope the luck finds you or smth sorry for rambling ^^

I'd never heard this saying before, but I think it's very sweet! thank you for sharing it with me :)

on [pipefight] @hauntedppgpaints said: goalies with a skate blade and their stick in hand

big hockey vibes for real yeah lol

on [pink] @gaydiation-poisoning said: ...I wanna eat that pink

honestly same, it's sooo pleasing

on [rain] @hive-heart said: Everything alright, daily kirby guy?

not really but sitting by the window in the rain is a good thing lol thanks for asking <3

(also the person who tagged that same post myhouse.wad made me laugh)

on [photo] @ceylonsilvergirl [added] a picture of their cat and said: get adored idiot!! see the hate in her eyes? I’ll make her love me yet!!

me @ my partner's cat

@violet-dragongirl said: oh! I have been meaning to ask! Have you played Kirby and The Forgotten Lands? I assume you did but just wanted to say that I did about a week ago and I loved it and thought of your art! ^.^ And if you haven't, yes, Carby is super adorable and amazing :3

I have! I got it very shortly after it came out, I had a really good time with it. I've been slowly replaying it recently with my partner, they were kind of fond of kirby just by proxy but since we started playing they adore bandee now and say he never gets enough screen time XD I'm glad you also had fun!

on [mice] @ceylonsilvergirl said: girls like swarms of things, right?

idk bro my wife wasn't so big on it when I got a gig housing 30 mice, but maybe she's weird. I liked them. (sadly one of the best paying jobs I've ever had up until the owner lost it and abandoned them with me, yes I still took care of them for the rest of their little lives) (and yes I also got my wife's okay before I took them on in the first place)

on [covid] @mordantivore said: reading posts from when the era of covid safety was declared anathema and ended is haunting. we were so desperate to find ppl willing to help us stay alive. there are fewer of us now bc “allies” are worthless & more of us have died

yeah. fuck. I'm lucky that the people in closest proximity to me are at least moderately careful, but me and my wife and partner are usually the only ones wearing masks anywhere we go except sometimes the employees and I know they don't always wear them when they're out without me.

on [swim] @northeasternwind said: Jdjdjfkg imagining Kirby being way more bouyant than your average human so them gotta exhale REAL HARD or attach nega-floaties (sinkies?) like weights to dive

lol yeah they probably gotta try So Hard to actually get under the water. (I think diving weights/ballast is a thing that humans use too? I've never gone diving, having my face underwater stresses me out -n- )

on [float] @nickiemoot said: he has to go now. his planet needs him. *slide whistle*

I can only hear this as that one similar part from one of the asdfmovies, it delights me

@vampiricarus said: if you see this just know i love your art so much

aww thank you! <3

anonymous said: just wanted to say I love Kirby and I love your art! I’m always excited to see it on my dash. thank you for bringing a little joy to my life :) I need it once in a while like I’m sure a lot of others do too! Keep up the good work :))

thank you! drawing a little guy brings me a little joy too, I'm glad it can do the same for others <3

on [drain] @ceylonsilvergirl said: I’m sorry you’re having a rough time. Existing is hard work sometimes. A lot of the time

fuck dude it sure is <3 especially when my body keeps trying to shut down lol

on [mud] @why-are-all-the-fun-urls-taken said: Hey man are u doing ok

I am not, thanks for asking <3

on [tummyache] @hobgirl said: :o kirby the gorb why would you do that!!!!! why!!!!!

I didn't want it to go to waste!!! everyone is dumb sometimes!!!

on [wizard] @eau-the-agony said: not enough appreciation in the wizarding world for garlic salt spell. its all kung pow penis tgis and ketamine ape that. not enough of the small joys which carry us through the horrors like a dinky garbage raft

you are so right. the small joys are the most powerful of all.

on [wizard] @beepbeepdespair said: somehow didnt know garlic salt was a thing until this moment. now i really want some. i think i just found a kg of it online for 12 quid??

I am so pleased that you now have the knowledge of Garlic Salt Spell, I hope you got to try it out for yourself :D

on [zelda] @chaos-squared said: Good job!! I’ve had it for longer yet still haven’t completed it ;w;

nothing wrong with that! I only finished it as quickly and thoroughly as I did because I was basically bedridden for all of october, as long as you enjoy the time you do spend with a game it doesn't really matter how much time you spend or how far you get.

on [brave] @gudetamalover said: me tomorrow afternoon when I get all four wisdom teeth out

I'd already had several other oral surgeries on account of Weird Teeth before I got my wisdom teeth out but it still knocked me on my ass for a couple days, I hope your recovery went as smooth as possible! (altho that was also like. 15 years ago. and general anesthesia has gotten a lot better since then.)

on [shiny] @angst-and-fajitas said: Like to slap his bald head reblog to slap his bald head

bald! bald! bald! bald!

on [powerwash] @chronicdilf said: decemberb 16 im goign to walk across the damn stage get my damn diploma folder im going to go home and POWERWASHER SIMULATOR JUST LIKE KIRBY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

yeah!!! you're gonna do it!!! you might be doing it right now even!!!

on [cooked] @hobgirl said: oh mood kirby..... struggling with the very last paper i need to write before i can graduate and its got me feeling this way fr

ough, I hope you made it through your paper! lots of people graduating tho that's so cool, congrats to both of you!

on [bears] @jupiterlandings said: I get so happy every time I see Cake and the name Cake being tagged :)

it's such a good name for a bear, I'm grateful you thought of it!! especially given the best I could do for the other one was "kirbear" lol

@violet-dragongirl said: omg seeing that Fav Grobs Post you recently put up makes me so happy! over a thousand (and then some!) GORBS?! :D I'm not only impressed but so proud ya made it this far and I'm so glad you got possibly more to go of Kirby!! :D!! Really great job 🥰🥰

thank you! I'm gonna hit 2000 days of drawing kirby tomorrow, that's so wild!

on [popular] @timeturner-jay said: Op your Kirby art brings so much utter joy you have no idea <3

yay I'm glad <3 I love to draw a little guy, it's good I'm not the only one having fun lol

I got a lot of "good blaze op" on the [macarena], and you're all correct, thank you for recognizing my great decision making B) (I'd been meaning to add the music and blaze it from basically the moment I drew it, I've just been really sick so it took a while.)

(also even if I don't always gather them in the roundup there are names I recognize showing up repeatedly in the tags, some of whom have been here for years, and I'm always glad to see you're still around!)

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Resolutions

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[MP100] TSUBOMI: FINAL BOSS

if mob is about a powerful esper trying to navigate the struggles of adolescence and social acceptance, then tsubomi, despite being hardly present in the series, is The Main informant of shigeo’s latent power and thus, mob & ‘???%’s final boss.

the first times we see her, it’s through the idealized lens of mob pining for her from a distance. they were childhood friends but he barely talks to her anymore. she is reportedly the school idol & based on other’s reactions, she seems like a far-off unattainable dream.

throughout the series leading up to season 3, we get a sizable amount of hints of her character. most notably, she doesn’t seem to care for mob’s powers, which causes mob to conclude that psychic powers don’t make a man appealing. ritsu also says she’s the kind of person (manga) who would just go home if she got bored. when we first met dimple, his “get a clue” line really triggered mob, and we get this vision of younger takane saying it to him (not entirely sure if it was a flashback or projected image due to mob’s interaction with dimple, tbh.. someone can correct me if i’m wrong!)

based on these things, at least for me, my first impression is that she’s a bit shallow and possibly even a little mean. mob obviously has amazing qualities + so much compassion beneath his middle school awkwardness & is SO powerful but she’s not really impressed by it. why would mob like her and let himself feel so bad about his powers being less appealing than an athletic guy who can run fast?

later on, in season 2, however, we get a bit more hints of what she’s like. we see her observe mob when mob uses his powers to fix emi’s writing notebook (i’ll come back to this). we also see a moment of her and her friend in reigen’s office where the friend asks reigen for romantic advice. takane asks him something too and it’s concerning, especially for ritsu, who now believes she’s interested in some guy from cram school. (ritsu is also trying his best to hide the fact that mob is associated with reigen LOL). but then, we see a scene where she tells the friend she made up a story to test reigen. this definitely gives more edges to her character. it’s now clear that she’s not just an airheaded popular girl who’s into superficial things like dating and gossip. she might be a little shallow, but she’s not superficial. she has the intellectual capacity to test reigen.

so yeah, maybe she is a little shallow, but i think rather than superficial, tsubomi is image-focused and puts a lot of thought into how she presents. while this might be a different form of shallowness, she’s not an airhead who only thinks about mundane things. rather, she cares about her image and how she comes off to others. when she sneezes in front of her friends, her first thought jumps straight to “they will make a laughing stock of me in the school!” - she must be pretty self-conscious to assume this. you either have bad choice in friends who aren’t real and laugh at you when your time comes OR, as mezato suggests, she simply doesn’t feel like she can trust anyone and therefore guards herself quite diligently.

mezato, who has proven herself to be a sharp observer of people, says that tsubomi holds her real feelings back & doesn’t let them show. guys only like her for her looks but nobody seems to really Know her. she doesn’t seem interested in other people. even her friends don’t seem to notice or see her true colors behind the mask of her pretty smiling face.

and then there’s the comedic line of guys who don’t really know her, all waiting to confess to her before she officially moves out of school. here we also see clear moments of her brutal honesty. of course, being asked “why don’t you like me” is an uncomfortable situation to be in, but she could’ve responded in other ways for example, i know people who feel bad and might sugar coat the truth a bit more (especially in middle school!), or might have been shown more visible discomfort bc it’s hard for them to hide their feelings. instead, she doesn’t bat an eye and remains impassive when she tells them straight up she’s not interested. the most emotion she really shows is just cringe @ the boys lol. this honesty says a lot about her & also is reminiscent of the past where she tells child mob “i’m bored of that.”

these qualities are also affirmed by dimple during the divine tree arc. although dimple was provoking mob, his description of tsubomi lines up with everything else. she’s honest about her values & doesn’t conform to others, even when her friends offered the divine tree food. she cares about her image but doesn’t trust anyone, not even friends. all of this paints a picture of tsubomi as a cold guarded person who is brutally honest, extremely aware of her values, & stays true to those values + herself.

ironically, this is actually kind of the direct opposite of mob, who is a gullible softy and has a hard time putting weight to his own convictions (of course, due to trauma, but i digress). right from the start, we see through reigen, dimple, and tome that mob is still developing his own views/opinions. 

but you know what, maybe that’s one of the reasons he likes her. they’re childhood friends & she has all the qualities he lacks. she also doesn’t make a big deal out of his powers, which he seems to subconsciously appreciate— (being treated as normal, that is). likewise, others make a big deal of her & don’t treat her like normal either. she clearly doesn’t trust others & one has to wonder if that’s a related (& partially a self fulfilling prophecy. she doesn’t show her true self & therefore doesn’t get treated like normal either.)

they’re both just normal people who knew each other as kids. mob wasn’t even aware she was the school idol. even if tsubomi doesn’t realize it, i think part of her appreciates that mob is someone that still treats her earnestly for who she is.

this is mostly evidenced by the few shots of tsubomi observing mob. for one, the fact that she was watching mob patch emi’s writing back together, and had thoughts on it, seems kinda different from the usual stuff we see of her. she’s also ready to give reigen the benefit of the doubt after seeing mob’s photo in the office. ultimately, although she does not trust a lot of people, she does trust in mob’s earnestness, even to the point of waiting for him despite evacuation orders, despite the earthquake and heavy winds from ???%’s power swirling around her. she noticed that his voice was shaky & (at least mentioned in the manga) this was the main reason she stayed behind. despite how far they grew apart from each other, she still really trusts him & believes he’s a trustworthy guy.

also, still not sure why they took this part out but given what we do know about tsubomi, it would appear this sort of dynamic would actually be possible between them. which is ??? interesting???

anyway, all this is to say: despite how little we see of her, her relevance to mob’s growth & confrontation to ???% is HUGE. neither mogami nor suzuki could bring out mob’s full strength, even if they challenged him to his limits. mob was only able to fully snap out of mogami’s created headspace after dimple mentions tsubomi. even when teru awoke ???% that one time, it didn’t cause nearly as much damage as this final arc. tsubomi is mob+???%’s first love, and ???% has a LOT of feelings about that!

(tl;dr) and that is why tsubomi is his true Final Boss.

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not to come trudging into your inbox unwanted, but is there a word for the phenomenon where like, a protagonist meant to be like, an underdog and societal outcast evolves into The Only Real Person over the course of the narrative because the author is so dead set on making the main character a hated little meow meow but also always right and the only valid arbiter of justice?

I don't know if there's one word specifically for that, but at risk of tvtropesification I would describe this as a phenomenon that can happen multiple ways with slightly different flavors.

Type A: What Do You Mean I Have Traits?!

Example: Danny Phantom.

Basically this is distinguished by being present from the absolute start. We are supposed to believe Danny (or Timmy, FOP does this too) is a Total Loser, but, actually, nobody seems to have a problem with him besides Dash and the series never seems to struggle to think of kids who have it worse than him in the social pecking order.

At this point, the Uncool-Ness of the protagonist is essentially a fig leaf. You can also often see this with "everyman" protagonists like the fantasy hero who comes from a small countryside town but will never have any sort of qualities people might look down on as "rural" or "a country bumpkin". See also: the Sky High variant where the hero has to relate to and move within the underdogs but crucially is ultimately revealed to not be an underdog at all by having the most conventional powers at all.

The underlying problem to type A here is it is written with the goal of relating to the lowest common denominator. It assumes that a character being successful, motivated, driven, is unrelatable... but also, someone being a "real" loser who is actually disabled or poor or has actual unglamorous consequences is not relatable either. So you get an upper middle class perpetually single guy with one (1) bully who hates him and one (1) girl who's Tragically Out Of His League (but is also dying to jump his bones) and this is passed off as actually just the safe, generic, reliable guy! perfectly ordinary. And just for YOU, audience, because this is what we think you are: a loser with no reason for it.

(suffice to say I do not care much for this type of everyman writing.)

Type B: The Backstory Creep

This is more common in long-running series, especially manga with their production model encouraging a bit of seat-of-pants-ing. Basically your character actually starts out a real everyman who could be somebody. A good example of this type I'd point to is Luffy from One Piece.

Yes, Luffy has a power uncommon to his setting, but the Gum-Gum fruit isn't lavishly unique among devil fruits; it has its strengths and drawbacks. There are even ways that ordinary people have an advantage over devil fruit users. So Luffy is just a particular promising rookie who we like because of his personality.

Then... it turns out Luffy's dad is famous but somehow nobody before this point has assumed a Monkey D. Luffy is related to the notorious Monkey D. Dragon. And then it turns out Luffy's grandfather is also famous... and then we get into the implications of the Will of D and Gol D. Roger.

You can even do this if your characters already HAVE an obvious connection but it gets worse. Consider also Naruto, and how it's baldfacedly obvious from the start Naruto is Minato's son, considering he looks like a younger Minato with whisker marks; later installments of Naruto decided to make his mother not just an amazing badass but also that the Uzumaki name was attached to some amazing legendary ninja clan, which... people more into the series than me have pointed out this makes really upsetting context out of an early fight where a character who is meant to be wrong argues that all victory or loss is based on who is a superior being, and Naruto argues back that if a nobody like him can defeat his opponent, then it's proof this is wrong and free will is important...

...but never mind that, we can give our hero an entirely unforeshadowed Badass Secret Legacy!

(did I mention both of these variants really like to shit on adopted parents? because of course adopted parents can't give you Proof Of Badassery in your genetics.)

A big part of what I think is wrong with both of these, is that it basically tries to have its cake and eat it too. Your character is powerless and likable and struggling, except they succeed amazingly and have cool parents and all these connections! Your character is dominating and godlike except they're such a rookie underdog they are not responsible for their power at all, and don't have to face any consequences or concerns related to being an overpowered monster.

The more honest way to field it, is that if your character is a luckless street urchin, let the narrative treat them that way. Let them have consequences of it that aren't just pretty or flawless. If your character is glamorous and powerful, let the narrative treat them that way. Even in relatively trivial ways, this kind of power-but-not-actually can create weird vibes.

To pick on Frozen, a film I otherwise actually enjoy a fair bit of- Anna's love of chocolate in the time period of the setting definitely marks her as an aristocrat used to a life of leisure and imported fineries. She has beautiful dresses to wear. None of this makes her evil. But the way the film gives her chocolate is supposed to make her feel like a Relatable Underdog, which... frankly, feels like gilding the lily. Anna's perky disney-standard songs come with some of the most heartbreaking lines. We see that she nearly gets killed in childhood and then loses her memory of the incident leaving her to an experience of extreme loneliness that creates a people pleaser who falls head-over-heels for the first person to actually make time for her and agree with her at all.

We don't need to hear her having the tee-hee indulgence that just like you, folks, she wants to stuff chocolate in her face!

(we also will not, incidentally, depict Anna as plus-sized even though for her time period and setting, her being built like a viking bride would both emphasize the various gags- and serious bits!- where she is obviously very strong, but would also make sense as culturally speaking the idea of thin as the ideal body is a recent innovation and Disney can afford to give body diversity to its heroines. Nor will we actually consistently depict Anna with a large appetite.)

She's so relatable, we see her waking up and her hair is gross and messy!

(we will not ever again see her in any sort of unglamorous look the entire film including while she's dying of a curse and her styles are just as fastidiously tidy as Elsa's, distinguished only by more severe lines on the latter... until she goes to her ice queen design)

So funny, she talks about being gassy in one scene!

(we will never depict her farting.)

And this is trivial stuff. There's one line about gassiness. This could be emphasizing not that the problem is fart joke but the problem is Anna has zero filters, which is fairly consistent throughout the film in both dramatic and comedic areas. I could say something a lot worse about the plot hole that Anna is clearly not meant to be a classist person (she does not treat Kristoff badly and he speaks freely to her early on) but the castle obviously has guards and servants... that somehow did not impact Anna's loneliness, even though their parents are dead and Elsa is obviously not sticking close enough to Anna to prevent her from being friends with them. To the point in For The First Time In Forever Anna is dancing actively around the servants but she isn't talking to them and they aren't reacting to her.

Doylistically, this is just because the servants are setpieces. This is vastly overthinking it and I'm not in their target audience. But I think this comes back to the same thing you're talking about, anon:

An awful lot of writers are very uncomfortable admitting their protagonists have any form of power or privilege that they might need to have a more complicated relationship with than just a "spoiled princess must be humbled" moral.

Even when it's a boring, mild form of power like "everyone does not hate me at school" or "I am allowed to sometimes be lucky"

#writing ruminations #readmore #anon I welcome your trudging. come to my arms. I hate this too

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A Canine Eulogy

We put down my dog, Geno, today.

Textwall of sentiment under the cut.

Shortly, he was ill, and steadily growing worse every day at a rapid decline of a week before his death. He'd have brief moments of cheeriness, then go back to being listless, sluggish and unhappy. The vet made it clear a few days ago that there was very little chance of saving him and that his quality of life (the most dreaded phrase in a pet owner's dictionary) was poor, and only getting poorer. We made the decision to end his suffering before it got so severe he couldn't climb up the stairs into my house, or have accidents indoors, or starve himself to death (as he was starting to). It didn't feel good, not remotely, but it had to be done.

I haven't talked about Geno on this blog, so I figure the best way to pay my respects is to tell you all how great of a dog he was. Probably a bit late to introduce him, but whatever.

Geno (nicknames including Bean, Stinky Bean/Gene, Eyebrows Boy, Old Man and Geno Bon Benostein) was a dog that we never figured out the breed of. Many people, charmed by his pleasant, permanent puppyface that was always so happy to see them, would ask me his breed, and my answer was "He's got big eyebrows, that's all I know". That generally got a laugh, which was nice.

We attained Geno when he was about half a year old in a move. My pops runs a moving company, and we get all sorts of things from moves that people don't want to take with them to the new house across the state. I don't think a single piece of furniture in my house isn't secondhand, that's how much we get.

Geno in particular was our first longterm pet from a move. The lowdown is that the customers were divorcing and were viciously arguing over every single item and animal in the house. The wife threatened to take Geno to the pound, and immediately Pops offered to adopt him. I found this out when he picked me up from a sleepover in middle school and had a second dog with him, along with our first. It was quite a delightful surprise.

Our first dog was less than obedient and more than indifferent to humans, loving to destroy stuff and escape constantly. Geno, on the other hand, was only concerned about staying within eyesight of his owners, to the point of sitting on a windowsill as well as he could and staring at us through the glass until we let him in (at the time Pops was not eager to have dogs in the house). We never needed to chain him up or fence him in - he was entirely devoted to us from jump and got as close as he could at all times.

The first dog eventually died, and Geno was the sole pup of the house. He thrived in that, and he made a point to prove himself to be an excellent dog. He never had an accident in the house for many years (until age got to him), preferring to potty in the bushes or brush so that we didn't have to worry about stepping in it or even cleaning it up. He never barked or ran away or growled at visitors, nor did he knock over trash cans or even so much as get fleas during the summer. The only things we struggled with were his great hatred of other dogs and aggressive fear of wheels. The wheel thing was a little more embarrassing, because he'd bark at some poor bastard in a wheelchair who was just trying to mind his own business. Like, great, thanks, Geno. Now we look like assholes.

Geno went on many, many trips across the country with us, especially to Yellowstone, which is a yearly voyage pops and I go on. He was a treat to travel with - he just wanted to rest his head between the front seats and look at us adoringly. He went to beaches, where he didn't enjoy the coast and instead stuck with us by inches, and on moves, where customers and their new neighbors would fawn over him and he got to be the Super Special Puppy Dog, which he loved. He went more places than most people I know, and certainly ate more pizza than any other dog in the United States while we were in hotels. Maybe not healthy for him, but man did he love his 'za, and he'd stare at us with his big ol' cow eyes. How could we say no?

This dog was a major part of my life - he was around for half of it, from middle school to adulthood. I don't think I can ever get another dog that would be nearly as wonderful as him, and I don't know that I want to. I think he raised the standard too high and made every dog I take care of (I housesit for a living) somehow not as good as him, no matter how well-mannered they are. I expect that to be that way for a very long time.

His collar, I decided, will stay in my car, hooked around the rearview mirror. That way, he gets to travel with me no matter where I go. He always did thoroughly enjoy a car ride.

Moonshine will miss him greatly. She was infatuated with him no matter how much he tried to make her go away. He gave up towards the end and started being nice to her, at least. I'm just glad I've got pictures of them interacting and her demanding his affections. Those are precious memories above precious memories.

The vet techs mourned with us as we said goodbye, calling him "one of the good ones". I think that's a pretty high compliment.

I hope he's happy, wherever he is.

You were a good boy, Geno.

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The readmore button is available on mobile now! If you don't use it you're not reaching as many readers as you could because people do not like scrolling through pages of text or making their followers scroll.

#readmore #PSA

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CHANGE ME CHAPTER FIFTEEN:

The car ride to the store was the definition of awkward.

After telling William about 'the glitch', he turned away from me and just stared out the window. Not once muttering an apology for my now purpling wrist.

When we got there, we went our separate ways until it was time for us to pay. Even then, the only sound between our silent beings was the beep of the items being scanned.

When we got back home, it wasn't any better. We still had not said a word to each other.

William didn't bother helping me with groceries or even taking his things. As soon as I dropped the bags off inside, he dug through one that had his pack of cigarettes, grabbed them and went right back out slamming the door behind him.

Jumping slightly, I sighed as I put away all the groceries.

Grabbing William's and my toiletries, I took them to the bathroom setting them down in our designated areas. As I did, I winced as I set the shampoo down on the counter.

"God damn..." I whispered holding my wrist delicately.

Looking down at it, it had turned a bluish hue and it was swollen around my hand.

What the fuck is wrong with you...?

Grimacing at the ugly injury, I heard the door suddenly jerk open.

Me expecting a slam followed by the aggressive entrance, I was surprised to hear a pause before the door shutting softly.

Walking out of the bedroom hesitantly, I was ready to face an angry, stone cold man. But I was greeted with a side of him I wasn't expecting.

Sitting on the couch, head in hands, sat a slumped and weak looking William Afton.

"William?..." I asked softly, taking a seat next to him. "Talk to me..." I told him, extending my left and non-injured hand to his shoulder.

Pulling his face away from his hands slowly, he looked at me. His face looked dead. Not the charismatic and animated man he was nearly two hours ago. It's colorless hue made my skin prickle at the sight, the deep instinctual fight or flight was registering in my body, yet I picked freeze. His head turned to me very slowly, and as his dagger like eyes locked onto mine. I now saw they deceived his appearance. They were deep and tired looking. They were filled with a monsoon amount of emotions. That I could nearly see churning, not knowing which one would lash out next.

Acknowledging the fact I was looking right at him he snapped his head down, completely ignoring the hand placed on his shoulder as he grabbed my right hand from my lap. Flinching slightly in response, his eyes flicked to mine. Just or a second they looked broken. But once again glazed over and a bland expression painted his face.

He examined my swollen wrist. Turning it over in his hands, he was careful which was stark a difference to his cold looking exterior.

Biting back the pain, I just sat and watched and William ran his large, rough fingers over my skin.

"....sorry...."

My eyes opened wide as I heard those words.

Looking up at his face, I once again saw the minute amount of regret in his eyes, yet without speaking a word, his presence said more than his saddened glances; furrowing my eyebrows, just one thing came over me.

Pushing William's hand away, I engulfed him in a hug. Sitting beside him his body frozen in shock. But once it sat in, he reached around my shoulders and hugged me back.

It shocked me that he returned the hug, but not as much as I think it shocked him.

Pulling away from him silently, I gave him a kind smile as he stared back at me in bewilderment and curiosity. But he broke his gaze as he looked down at my wrist once again.

William stood from the couch and muttered, "I'll be back." As he made his way to the restroom to look around for something.

I watched him as he padded away from me and took a moment to process his reaction. But not before I touched my shoulder of my jacket and wiped a single wet tear off.

As he walked back to me, I noticed he had some of my athletic wrap for larger injuries.

For as much as I wanted to tell him I was fine with out it. I didn't want to offend him or make him angry, so I sat there as I watched him try and help my swollen wrist.

Kneeling down, he took my hand from my lap which made me wince in pain, but William was more focused on getting my wrist wrapped than the ten seconds of pain it caused to move it.

Pursing his lips in a fine line, he sighed as he unrolled the wrap and tape and applied it to my skin. As he did, I watched his movements carefully. Once again studying his expressions and body language.

He was methodical, never stuttering or halting in his movements. It was graceful, as one action led right into the other. His hands held me steady as he worked. It was such a simple task, yet by him simply performing it, it seems like it has been rehearsed and polished. It was like that for every movement.

As he finished wrapping my wrist, he put his hands on his knee and let out a low sigh.

"Done." He muttered, grunting as he stood up.

"Thank you..." I mumbled with a slight smile, "I... I appreciate it." I told him honestly.

"No, I suppose I at least owe it to you for your wrist in the first place..." His voice was low, like he was trying to not sound or make himself look guilty.

"It’s fine, I can still breathe, so I’ll be okay. But…thank you William, I'm sorry for not telling you immediately... I should have... especially when it involves you. I mean, this is why you are here..."

William looked up at me, his face still dark.

“We’ll talk about that later, you had said you needed to stop by another place, Yeah?”

Nodding my head in agreement, I stood up.

“Yep, Let’s get you a job.”

Pushing open the convenient store doors, the bell announced our entrance.

Standing behind the counter was Aarush who waved excitedly at me and William.

“Hi Ms. Y/N! Back so soon with a friend!” He gestured to William who stood behind me, a stern but forced smile spreading across his features.

“Hi Aarush!” I smiled, “Yes I know, but I thought it would be a great opportunity to stop by… this is my friend William, and he along with me worked at the Fazbear’s Fright attraction which burned down. So I was wondering if you still had possible positions for William here too…” I asked.

Smiling looking over to William he nodded his head, “Yes! Of course! A friend of Ms. Y/N is a friend of mine!” He chimed.

Sticking out his hand to shake, William returned it with a charming smile and kind looking eyes which were dead looking a moment before.

“Pleasure to meet you sir, yes Y/N was kind enough to give me a recommendation here… are you still looking for any new hire Mr. Aarush?” William asked leaning his elbow on the counter.

Watching the two men have a conversation, I studied William’s mannerisms. He was cool, and I don’t mean he was cool...like in that cool shirt… I mean his aura radiated coolness. His demeanor was calm, confident and collected. The way he interacted and how he spoke to other people, he was professional about it. He spoke Knowledgeably as business man in him showed through his person.

“Well Mr. William…”

“Miller! William Miller.” The Brit smiled at Aarush dashingly.

“Well Mr. Miller, both you and Ms. McMillin will be starting tomorrow!”

“Oh fantastic! Thank you so much sir, I truly appreciate this opportunity Mr. Aarush.” William boomed. Firmly shaking Aarush’s hand with a smile.

“Yes, yes of course! I’m excited to work with you both, Now you both have a great day, and I’ll see you tomorrow at noon!”

Both waving bye to Aarush, we left the Seven Eleven. With a smirk, William walked to the drivers side of my car and opened my door with a smug look,

“That was probably the most unprofessional job application I have ever had.”

“Ha, why Mr. Miller…what did I tell you, that’s why I recommend it!” I smirked getting into the car as William shut the door and got into the passenger’s side.

“Did you pull ‘Miller�� out of your ass then and there, or is that a name that has been floating around in your head for a while?” I inquired.

“I’m just quick on my feet darling.” William sighed, getting adjusted in his seat.

“That’s a good thing…” I stated pulling out of the parking lot and pulling onto the main road.

“I would say so too,” He responded back.

~William~

The drive once again, wasn’t long. It almost became redundant driving back and forth all day.

Once we got to the apartment, Y/N went ahead and walked to her room to do some chores, as I offered to start up dinner.

Sighing, I headed over to the kitchen and opened the freezer. I gazed at the sad few items that lacked to fill the icebox.

Grabbing a pizza, I tossed it on the counter, setting the oven before calling out to Y/N

“How’s pizza sound darling?”

Silence…

“Fine… well we are having pizza anyway…” I mumble.

After awhile, the pizza is already done and go ahead and set the table to get everything ready to go ahead and eat.

“The pizza is done Y/N!” I called out, which I was I was once again met with silence.

It was like she wasn’t even here. To think about it, I hadn’t heard her walking around for… well… since we got home.

Walking down the hall to her room, I nicked on her closed door.

No response. Figured.

I tested the handle and turned the knob,

“Y/N?”

Opening up the door all the way, laying in the middle of the floor I was met with an unconscious Y/N.

“Bloody Hell…”

~Y/N~

Everything was in flames. Looking to my right I could see William. He lay flat on his back convulsing as mechanical claw like hands dug deep into his body and ripped the vital organs from his being.

To my left I could see myself, body being drug by what looked like Springtrap before the attraction burnt to the ground. As he drug me, he stopped by a ledge, chucking my unconscious or dead body over it.

Staring in horror as my gaze flicked between the now dead and torn apart William and where ‘I’ had been thrown. But once the mechanical rabbit turned around he locked eyes with me.

“No… this is just a dream…” I whispered, trying to convince myself and my growing heart rate.

“No it’s not...” The rabbit said tilting his head to the side, as if he were watching me amusingly.

“What do you mean?” I asked quietly.

But in a blink of an eyes the rabbit now grotesque and monstrous grabbed my throat and screamed.

“IT’S A WARNING”

I awoke screaming. Sitting up in bed pushing myself all the way to my head board. Beginning to cry, I hugged myself in a ball as I heard hurried footsteps come down the hall,

“You’re awake…What in the damn world has happened?” William came to the side of my bed, what looked like confusion and genuine concern painted his face and he looked at my scared form.

As I tried to speak no words came out. I heaved and whined as I began to panic more.

Watching me, not truly knowing what to do, William crawled onto the bed and hesitantly brought me into his embrace.

Not having anything else, I clung to him like a child. Burying my face in his shoulder and chest, I tried to heave a coherent sentence.

“G-Gl-Glitchtrap… Glitchtrap…” I cried. Soft tears slid down my cheeks as William began to sush and lull me to calmness.

We sat there like that for a couple more minutes until I regained my breath. But my neck and throat felt as if they had been crushed.

Pulling me back to fully look at me, William looked at me with wide eyes and trembling hands.

As I tried to rasp out a question, only sounds of a gurgling “what?” Came out.

“How did he…? How was he able…?” William began to ramble.

I opened my mouth to ask a question, but William was quit to stop me.

“Don’t talk Darling… it… it wouldn’t be your wisest decision right now.”

Looking at him in confusion, I jump out of the bed and push past him to see a mirror.

He choked me, he did something to my neck when he choked me.

Meeting my reflection in the mirror, large clawed cuts were imprinted into my neck and a reddish-purpling pool of space was beginning to form.

“Holy shit…” I rasped…

Backing away from the reflection in front of me, I walked back into my room looking at William with wide eyes, which he returned as I approached me to inspect the injury bracing my neck.

“How did this happen?” He asked.

“He grabbed me…”

“But it was in your dream… I mean, no one was here! I saw you on the floor passed out so I put you in the bed, but not even ten minutes later, I find you like this…”

“We are dealing with spirits William… they have more power than you realize. I don’t even remember passing out. I was doing chores and then… well...” I gestured towards myself and my condition.

He made a reluctant grunt and shrugged his shoulders at me still inspecting my neck.

“Here…” Guiding me back to the bed, William sat me down as I watched him with curiosity in my eyes as he walked to the door of my room.

“I made Pizza Darling, if you are still hungry I can bring you some along with some water.” He said looking back. But before I could answer, he was already on a mission to the kitchen.

“I guess I’m having pizza…” I muttered.

I touched a hand to my neck, it was sore to the touch but I could now swallow without a problem. It was the damage on the outside I was worried and conscious about.

Coming back into the room with a plate of pizza and a cup of water filled to the brim, William sat down my meal on my nightstand and looked at me expectantly,

“Thank you…” I spoke softly. A small genuine smile graced me lips as I looked up at the Brit.

“You’re welcome…” He sighed walking to sit on the edge of my bed.

Grabbing the plate, slowly began to eat. Just opening my mouth hurt, if felt like my jaw wouldn’t even open passed half way.

But as we sat, silence enveloped us. As I ate, William stared down at his feet, hands clasped together tightly, making the white of his knuckles show.

Taking a sip of water, William perked his head up, but even with the sudden movement, he was hesitant to speak,

“You know…” William began, “He’s going to come back…and whatever happened, or saw in your dream. It will happen again.”

“I know.” I simply stated setting down my glass.

“He told me this was a warning…”

“Well this was a fucking warning!” William exclaimed sarcastically.

“Hurting me wasn’t the warning though.” I said looking up to the older man who turned to me with a confused expression.

“In the dream…you had been torn open and gutted, these mechanical arms taking you apart, then, the…Glitchtrap… he threw me over an edge or some kind of some kind of drop. Then that is when he saw me watching…” I spoke solemnly recalling the disturbing dream.

But to be honest… it didn’t feel like one. It felt real.

Way.

To.

Real.

William’s face darkened. His eyes dropping back to the floor. I could see the gears turning in his head as he contemplated what I just told him.

“We need to stop him…” I whispered, staring into nothingness along with William.

“Or he’s going to kill us…”

As the night went on, William sat in the the living room watching tv and intermittently went out to smoke or take a short walk before coming back and do the same thing over again. Whilst I worked on concocting a plan to stop William’s other half and spirit Glitchtrap.

After about four hours of non-stop reading and writing on how to stop an evil and harmful entity. My brain felt as if it were pulsating.

So getting up from my bed, I made my way to the living room.

Sprawled comfortably on my poor excuse of a couch, William was intently watching tv as I came into the room.

“Whatcha watching?” I asked curiously as I saw action scenes and intense fighting scenes on the scene.

“Some detective series… I never really heard what it was called.” He said turning to me.

I nodded as I glanced a the screen then back to William.

I wanted to sit down, but from already the small area the couch had, William wasn’t making the space any bigger.

Sitting on the arm of the loveseat, William cocked his head to the side and let out an exasperated sigh, “You do know you can sit on your own couch yeah?” He asked me tauntingly, as if I didn’t know that.

“Wow, I didn’t think about that…” I retorted not even bothering to look at him.

“The attitude is unparalleled… watch your tongue in might fall off with all that poison.” William sneered.

“Don’t worry I drink it for breakfast, if my tongue’s going to fall off, it already would have.” I said looking over to him. “Plus, I would sit down if there were room, but it doesn’t seem like there is so the arm works.”

Rolling his eyes and grunting, William sits up and scoots over for me to sit down next to him.

Crossing my leg over the other and fold my arms over my chest. I tried to slink into myself. Separating my body from William’s as much as possible.

But alas, that proved to be a sufficiently harder task to do than said.

His long arm was placed on the back of the couch and he also had his legs crossed, his ankle laying its weight on his knee.

Finally I just accepted it and let my body get in a more comfortable position.

Curling up a tad, I rested my head on the arm of the couch and let my eyelids flutter close. Tiredness weighed me down even though the fear of destructive nightmares plagued the back of my mind. I wouldn’t let that win me over. I needed the sleep for tomorrow anyway.

As I listened to the tv and the almost inaudible breaths from William became a foggy concoction of sound that was the last thing I could hear as I slipped into a dream like state.

~William~

I looked over to Y/N who was passed out beside me, it had been about a thirty minutes since she fell asleep and her breathing had finally slowed to a less shallow state. Her arms were wrapped around her body. Her frame looking even more delicate in an unconscious state.

Turning down the tv, I turned my body fully towards her. Studying her face and every expression that crossed it.

She was fascinating….

I had never met someone so odd… yet so interesting.

Someone arguably frustrating…yet so kind. Too kind…

Someone so naive yet so clever…

Not even the dumbest of people would have done what she did, have someone like me in her home and she slept peacefully beside me.

Vulnerable and unpreventable…

But that is where my predicament lay. She was so easy to read… yet there was something still hidden from me. Like she put it under lock and key and didn’t want me to see.

Though, I couldn’t tell you what it was or what I was trying to find… I just knew it was something.

I had to know…

But then Y/N stirred. It started out as a little jump, but as I focused on her face. Her eyes were wild under her eyelid and her breathing increased. She kicked out her leg and began to mumble and moan as if she was trying to ward something off.

“He’s back….” I thought as I watched her thrash now kicking me in the process.

“Y/N wake up…” I called.

She still fought.

“Y/N!” I said again, stern this time grabbing her kicking feet as I reached her to shake her awake.

Yet no matter how hard I shook nor spoke she wasn’t waking.

Her voice from earlier rung in my mind,

“We are dealing with spirits William…they have more power than you realize.”

That’s when it clicked.

He’s not going to let her wake up.

Grabbing Y/N I held her head in my hands as she began to wail unintelligible words.

Well, all except for one…

“William.” She rasped.

Eyes wide with panic setting in I began to yell.

“Get out of her head!”

Get out of her head! You are apart of me! Not her!”

As I yelled, tears began to pour down Y/N’s cheeks, me face contorted and becoming red.

As I watched, cuts began to form along her shoulders, blood trickled out of them running down her arms.

“Bloody Hell…!”

Grabbing Y/N, I threw her into my arms and I rocked her back and forth, near chanting.

“Get out Darling….wake up…

“Get out Darling…Wake.up.”

I continued to hold her, running my hands down her hair, my shirt soaking in the blood that ran down he arms. I put my face right by her ear just hoping that she could hear my pleas,

“Please Y/N… wake up.”

Suddenly, knocking back against my chest Y/N awoke. Gasping and crying she begun to push away from me which I grabbed her torso and pulled her back down.

“Get off me! Stop!”

“Shhh! Darling please it’s just me!” I spoke as calmly as possible as she thrashed against me.

After she realized where she was, she whipped her around, staring into my concerned silver eyes.

“William…” Y/N began to sob. She crumbled into my arms and cried into her hands.

Sighing I set my chin on her head and rubbed her back as she cried, rubbing circles on her back.

“Darling… I really didn’t think you would wake up there for a second…” I nervously chuckled not truly knowing what to say.

“I- I almost didn’t…” Y/N hiccuped, “I heard you calling me…” She looked up wiping her face.

Looking down at her, she looked horrible…

She looked pathetic.

Puffy eyes gazed at me with such vulnerability. Her small blood covered body shook with left over adrenaline.

I couldn’t help it.

I pulled her back down into my chest, silencing her surprised protests.

“I’m covered in blood and so are you…” Y/N murmured.

“Let it be…just relax. You nearly died, I would not be worrying about my shirt.

Regaining her breath, Y/N finally let her full weight go into my chest and let her muscles relax.

Tucking her head into my chest once again, she let out a small sigh.

“I’m sorry William…”

“Don’t.” I simply said.

“Don’t?” She said with inflection, which I knew accompanied a raised eyebrow.

“Don’t be sorry.” I spoke with finalization. I didn’t want to have a conversation about this. She almost died yet, she was apologizing. It was annoying and simply unnecessary.

After sitting in silence for a couple minutes, I lifted Y/N off my lap and sat her on the couch.

“We are going to need to get those cleaned up.” I said turning my head to her with a solemn glance, looking at the gashes that littered her arms.

Walking back to the bathroom to get cleaning supplies, I turned on the light and was met with a disheveled and for any normal person, a disturbing reflection.

Blood coated my white dress shirt. It was seeped into the fabric creating macabre patches of color that was blotted along my torso and arms. Looking into my eyes, they were darker than normal. The silver was a steel grey. The darkness under my eyes was beginning to show as well, bringing my appearance together in a sickly looking one.

Realizing my grip on the counter before me, I sighed, running a hand through my ashy hair and continuing the task I came in here for to begin with. Before leaving the bathroom, I once again glanced at the mirror, and to be honest… I expected to see a horrifying being or reflection to appear. Yet, I was still by myself.

Though that is usually a relieving thing, it didn’t seem to settle with me.

Because, though I didn’t see anything, I could feel the eyes of pure evil staring right at me.

~Y/N~

I sat on the couch dazed as I stared into the wall. My arms covered in dry blood, that tugged on the wounds every time I moved.

I shivered having the chills you get right before you fall ill.

Though I wasn’t getting sick, I was exhausted and just plain hurt.

Coming back from the bathroom, William carried a variety of cleaning items and medication for me to take.

Kneeing I’m front of me like he had done prior to this, he opened the peroxide and put it on a wipe,

“This is going to burn like Hell.” He spoke seriously as he put the sizzling like alcohol on my first gash.

It did burn…

But it wasn’t the worst pain in the world. Plus I really didn’t want to show my discomfort in front of William.

I focused on controlling my breathing though my face of pain was clearly shown through my pursed lips and furrowed eyebrows.

“Nine more to go…” William muttered as he wiped the access blood from my cut.

“Fantastic…” I muttered, earning a low chuckle from the older man.

“Told you, it burns like a bitch…”

“Mhm…” Was the only sound of acknowledgment I could muster without breaking my facade of tolerance.

As William worked his nimble fingers over my skin, I watched him. His laser focus was intent at the task at hand, completing encapsulating his attention.

I gazed at his face, his eyes were locked and his lips stretched in a thin line. His hair slightly falling over his eyebrows, though he didn’t seem to care enough to move it out of the way.

“He is so fascinating…” I thought, my mind completely zoned in on him.

Slightly shaking my head to rid of any odd thoughts, William began to finish up bandaging my arms.

“Alright, you’re brand new…but I’m going to be honest, those are going to leave marks. They were relatively deep, but not deep enough for stitches.” William sighed standing up still examining his tedious work from a different viewpoint.

“Thank you… truly William…” I spoke gratefully. “Thank you for pulling me out…”

Looking down at me with for once, a soft smile,

“You’re welcome… I can’t just let you die… that would make me look way to suspicious.” He laughed.

Rolling my eyes at his halfhearted answer, I nodded in agreement.

“Yeah… that would suck to get caught at this point… especially when you are probably the oldest thirty-something year old out of all the thirty-something year olds.”

“Thirty nine.” William said pointedly.

“Okay, oldest thirty nine year old I have ever met.” I put my hands up in admittance of being wrong.

Shaking his head, William then looked at me for a moment, his eyes felt as if they were zeroing in on me and every feature that showed was under heavy examination.

“What?…”

“Oh nothing darling, truly…” He said, snapping out of his trance.

“You really should wash off, but of course be careful of the bandages, even though they are water proof.” He told me with an authoritative tone, even though he spoke as if it were a recommendation.

Nodding, though I didn’t like his tone, he was right. We both faired a shower and especially with the fact we had work in the morning.

“Alright, I’m going to head that way and after I’m done, you can then go ahead and jump in too.” I said walking down the hall.

As I walked to my room, I heard William yell one more thing,

“And please try not to die while you in there!”

After our showers, I lay staring at the dark ceiling as William lay on the cot by the foot of my bed. We went to bed rather quickly, but I refused to go to sleep.

Noticing my constant tossing and turning, William made a comment to my predicament.

“I wouldn’t sleep either…”

Slightly surprised at him still being awake, I sat up slightly to peer down at his form.

“I don’t know if I can go back to sleep…at least not until we stop him…” I mumbled.

“Well you are going to have to sleep at some point Y/N. Your body will end up making you if you refuse.” William said matter of factly.

“I know that… but once I do, I might just not wake up.”

“That might be the case…” William whispered.

Closing my tear-welled eyes William continued.

“But I’ll be here to wake to up…”

Smiling at his words, I would admit, they gave me false comfort. Even though they really shouldn’t have. I barely woke up the last time. But I truly was too tired to continue to think about it. So I believed him and I kept my eyes closed.

“Thank you William…I’ll try not to die…”

“You’re welcome… and yes, try not to die Darling…”

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for @atu433b for the @twilight-secret-gift-exchange 2023! They asked for Jasper content and I have given you Jasper/Alice, just because I think they're neat.

*smushes the two of them togehter*

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This girl is powerful, he figured, knowing he was absolutely screwed if she wanted to make a move on him. So I gotta figure out the loopholes. ‘There are loopholes,’ she confirmed, smiling for the first time.

‘Now, now, sweetheart, we don’t want any trouble.’ Voice like honey, he thought, letting his lip curl into the smile he knew girls liked. This girl, with her corkscrew curls and pointy little chin…

Clicking her tongue, she then made an unimpressed face at his shirt, saying, ‘That’ll take more bleach to get out than you can afford.’

Jasper assumed she was referring to the meal spilled all down his front. ‘Fire’s the easy way out of that situation, ma’am, if you’ll excuse the barbarity.’

‘Yes—if you had another shirt,’ she said pointedly, and while she was perfectly correct, Jasper didn’t quite know how she knew he only had the clothes on his back to call his own. In fact, she was remarkably calm. Other vampires usually took one look at his scars and high-tailed it outta his way. The girl then said, ‘I’m not afraid of your scars,’ like she could hear what he was thinking. ‘I can’t hear what you’re thinking, I can just see the future.’

Jasper felt a swooping in his stomach at the thought. ‘Well, I’ll be damned.’ He carefully propped his dinner up against the nearby trash, sizing her up. Precognition was a rare gift. Those who’d had it in Maria’s war rarely survived long enough to make use of it, especially those whose powers were more than just simple “feelings”. Those folk didn’t usually become vampires at all.

This girl is powerful, he figured, knowing he was absolutely screwed if she wanted to make a move on him. So I gotta figure out the loopholes.

‘There are loopholes,’ she confirmed, smiling for the first time. It made her nose scrunch up like a child’s, red eyes excited. ‘And I don’t mind you learning them, Jasper Whitlock. I’m Alice.’

‘Miss Alice,’ Jasper greeted, an old instinct wanting him to tip a hat he wasn’t wearing. Again, like she was reading his thoughts, she—Alice—smiled, letting out a short burst of laughter, spinning around in a circle to release all the energy trapped inside her. Rather than worrying or annoying, it was…almost mesmerising. Jasper could feel all her joy. It spilled from her like soda pop, fizzing and bubbling over all her edges. It was light. Free.

She told him, containing her excitement on the outside and only doubling it up in her heart, ‘I think we could be good together, if you wanted to.’ Love, he thought, knowing the feeling of it from long ago. She loved him.

Well.

That was a gamechanger, weren’t it?

‘Miss Alice,’ he repeated, letting the idea sit in him for a bit. He thought about taking her to walk at the park and asking her what her favourite colour was-

‘Lilac!’

-and what kind of flowers she liked when she was human-

‘All of them, though I can’t remember being human very well, or at all, really!’

-so he could get to know her, just as she was. Maybe then, then, he might consider staying with her forever. Jasper wiped his bloodied hands on his equally as bloodied shirt, then felt a pang of guilt. If they’d been mortal, the both of them, neither would have thought a dead body to be all that attractive, he was sure.

‘No,’ Alice agreed, a flash of sorrow hitting him like a whip, before it was soothed by hope, fragile, fleeting, then compounding until all of a sudden, he felt it tie together in a great rope—a lifeline, meant just for him. When she stepped forwards, taking his outstretched hand, Jasper found he didn’t care about who she used to be, or who he used to be either. ‘No,’ she repeated quietly, ‘but we can find Carlisle Cullen, and we can live without the death. Blood isn’t something you find in humans alone. We can try.’

Empathy, Jasper found, could often be a curse. But as he held hands with a stranger named Alice, who had already captured part of his heart, he found that today, it was a gift.

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