#this is something ive been thinking about for a while of like

[gobstoppr]

Tetris Fanart.

I've been playing tetris while listening to horror podcasts. and yeah

#text #art #eyestrain #cw eystrain #bright colors #cw bright colors #tetris #nintendo #god i dont know what to tag this with. i dont wanna tag it with the podcasts themselves cuz that feels disingenuous. swagever #i actually started this piece a while ago. ok yeah looking at the date that was almost 3 weeks ago wow #but i finally decided to bring it back and finish it #ive been getting back into digital art and its been really nice. its nice having finished pieces. #ive been trying to get weirder with my art. like this piece was weirdly 'personal' in a sense #its been my unique experience listening to these pieces of media. the game in the bg is jsut as important to my experience as the art itsel #the looming sense of dread these podcasts give fit weirdly well with the high tension of some of these games of tetris #i wanted to have that sorta weird ominous vibe to it. have even the pieces feel loud and threatening. #and the gameplay being Past the ds itself is something i thought could be neat #ykno the tetris effect? where you play a bunch and then after you see the shapes everywhere;you play it in your mind? #that was part of what i wanted to channel there. but also like; how your attention works with this stuff #i might be looking straight at the ds but my attention is elsewhere; my brain is in another world #the game is still inescapable tho. tetris effect whatever. these stories stick in my brain just as much. #its all given me some. very very annoyingn anxiety. but i have to go back to them. like a moth to a flame etc. hince the moth climbing out #but uh yeah. that set up was my life for a few weeks whenever i had free time. #the main podcast this is about was magnus btw <- not typing full name so im not on the tag #and uh. #objectum #yeah i think. i think yeah.

[leilanihours]

hi! can u write caitlin clark x reader where caitlin is dating a popstar like as big as taylor swift? pls and thank u

# END GAME

pairing: caitlin clark x popstar!reader

word count: 2493

warnings: none!

summary: caitlin acting like an obsessed fangirl when she shows up at your concert.

from lani: this is the oldest ask i have in my inbox and ive been tryna clear out reqs so bear with me y'all!! anyways i kinda like this tbh and might write a part two soon! also here is a link to the full piano version of end game from the eras tour if yall wanna watch that 😋

“GOD, I ACTUALLY have no idea why i’m like, nervous,” caitlin smiles shyly as she thinks out loud. she was currently being recorded for “full court press,” a docu-series that featured her story along with kamilla cardoso’s and kiki rice’s.

the director wanted to get some shots of caitlin being a normal civilian (whatever the hell that means), so he instructed the videographer to follow her around this weekend. and it just so happened that this was the weekend she had tickets for your concert. your twenty-second concert of the tour. let’s just say it was no coincidence that you chose iowa city as the twenty-second show.

right now, she was in the front seat of her family’s car while her older brother, blake, drove them to the venue. caitlin’s phone was currently connected to the car’s aux so she, of course, had to play your music. she had an entire playlist for only your songs, but she would never tell that to anyone. not even you.

“yeah why are you nervous? you just need to like, chill,” her brother says.

“this is my first time seeing her perform since…y’know,” she smirks, hinting at her secret relationship with you.

she shoots a mischievous look to the camera, knowing full well that the audience that would watch this wouldn’t know for sure what she was talking about.

“remind me how you got us free tickets again?” blake fake-questions. he knew about the relationship, each of your families did. but for the sake of the camera recording their every move, he eggs caitlin on.

“i’m close…with her um…management,” she lies as she picks up her phone to text you. the time read “5:04” meaning it was only a few hours until you went on stage.

both of you were ecstatic to see each other here for the first time in months. with caitlin being busy with her basketball career and you traveling constantly on tour, it was difficult, to say the least. that’s one of the reasons tonight was special. 

when planning out your tour, you requested that iowa city would be reserved for the twenty-second show of the north america leg and that it would be held at kinnick stadium. the reasoning behind it being the twenty-second show was obvious, as it was your girlfriend’s coveted jersey number.

the motivation for choosing kinnick stadium was that it was where you first met caitlin and where she broke an outstanding record with her team. you were one of the 55,646 people attending the iowa vs. depaul women’s basketball game in 2023. it became the most-attended women’s basketball game in history. you managed to get courtside tickets to the game and ended up getting to talk to caitlin after the win, which obviously led to something more valuable than friendship.

“have you ever talked to her? i heard she’s actually a fan of you,” her brother smirks.

“i’ve talked to her once in person,” she starts, lying of course, “it was actually here at kinnick when we played dupaul. she was in the audience, which was really cool.”

“oh that’s sick, actually. what about online? y’all don’t text or anything?”

“we do but, y’know, we’re not that close,” right as caitlin says this she receives a text from you saying the camera men were cleared for the show as long as they only recorded caitlin, not the show, “she just texted me actually,” she smiles big at the notification as she reads the text out loud. “how far are we from the stadium?”

“about ten minutes.”

“okay cool. i’m so excited, dude, you have no idea.”

“you’re such a fangirl,” blake laughs.

“okay we should have enough footage for now, we’ll start recording again once we get there or once the show starts,” the cameraman says from the backseat.

“sounds good, thank you,” caitlin replies as another text from you pops up on her screen.

my fav girl: can’t wait to see you babe i added a surprise to the setlist for you ☺️

my cc bby: omg no u didnt im alr so excited ur hyping me up even more

my fav girl: ur gonna love it trust 🫡

my fav girl: okay wait i gotta go get ready but ill see u soon!! love u!! 🤍

my cc bby: love u too ill see u out there!! 🤍

———

“i still can’t believe we’re here right now this is crazy,” caitlin says as she looks around the stadium that has started to fill with fans, “welcome to the ‘hits different’ world tour!” she motions to the stage behind her as she smiles at the camera with her arms up in the air.

your album “hits different” became a huge success in the past year. the internet buzzed with anticipation prior to the release and followed through with the praise the second it came out.

your fans posted reaction videos, theories, edits, the whole nine yards to show their appreciation. your songs were heard on radios, at bars, in school talent shows, literally everywhere. 

the album was about growing from the mistreatment from former partners and finding true love again after too many instances of hurt.

and right at the center of your inspiration was caitlin. even before you began dating in private, she was your best friend who comforted you through your big breakup. she lifted you up when you felt like you could never get up again.

you poured your heart and soul into the album, expressing all your deepest emotions - positive and negative - through the power of your writing.

you won multiple awards for the project, including vmas for your creative music videos and grammys for your productions. the whole world knew your name. it was everything you ever wanted. but there were downsides.

aside from the expected criticism and hate comments, you faced more serious problems. you started receiving intense backlash for some of the lyrics in your song that dissed your exes, and some people didn’t like your boldness. they retaliated, making it seem like you were the villain despite being so badly hurt from your past relationships. people claimed you were “crazy” and a “drama queen.”

fortunately, the speculations and assumptions only empowered you further. the only thing you had to say to those comments was: “remind me, who’s worth billions of dollars and taking the world by storm right now?”

“where are we sitting, cait?” blake asks.

“we’re in the vip section actually which is insane.”

“dude how did you get vip pit tickets??”

“no, not in the pit, we have our own tent on the floor, i think.”

“no way, bro, you’re lying.”

“i swear! look, see! oh my god our names are on chairs!” she runs over excitedly like a little kid at a playground. the whole experience is making her giddy, acting like a proud mom or teenage fangirl.

“how did you swing this??”

“i have my ways,” she winks at the camera, “the show starts in like an hour so we can chill and maybe get some food? i wanna say hi to other fans and see how they’re feeling.”

and with that she’s rushing back out of the tent and up the stairs to the concession stands swarmed with fans. it’s like she forgets she’s famous too because she gets surprised when her own fans spot her and ask for pictures.

———

“how you guys doin’ out there?” you say into your mic as you walk across the stage to your piano. you hear a raging storm of cheering in response, “sounds good, sounds good,” you laugh. there’s truly nothing you loved more than performing and interacting with your fans.

“so…” you start as you begin to play a few chords softly, “tonight is a very special night for me, for this tour. it is the twenty-second show and we are here in iowa city and i don’t think i could feel any happier,” you beam as you hear more enthused cheers.

“there are many reasons why tonight is special but the most important being…this is where i first met my partner.” the loudest set of cheers yet. your fans were always up to date with your life. they knew boundaries, of course, but they couldn’t help their curiosity. 

they cared about who you were with, there was no denying it, and they knew how you loved to draw your inspiration from your relationships. right now you only had one person in mind, but they had yet to figure out who it was exactly.

“and i wanted to give you all a little…gift, per se. let’s just say that i started working on a new album-“ an insane volume of screams cuts you off as you shake your head and laugh. “aw thanks! okay anyways, i’ve been very excited to post for you guys tonight and to see my partner who, yes, is in the crowd, so i wrote a little song.” more screams.

“-and i wanted to get your opinions on it! so here we go, this is the acoustic version of a new song called end game.”

you begin to sing an altered version of the upbeat song over the hums of the piano. the stadium was the quietest it had been all day as fans listened attentively to your lyrics. 

little did you know, caitlin was having a mental breakdown of excitement. her face was as red as a tomato and she was practically shaking.

she loved when you would mention her but not mention her. she loved knowing that your relationship was just yours at the moment. she loved knowing that no one could take it away from you. she loved knowing that you were only hers.

and right now, as you make your way through the song, she’s paying close attention to your words. this whole announcement was news to her, and she assumed it was the surprise you had mentioned earlier. she was grinning ear-to-ear as she listened to your voice echo throughout the stadium.

she was entranced by you. the delicate yet passionate tone of your singing, the beaming smile on your flawless face, your bubbly conversations with the crowd - everything.

you had her full attention as you practically declared your love for her in front of thousands of people - millions if you wanted to count the fans that watched through live streams. 

she was so enthralled that she didn’t even notice the cameraman pointing his equipment in her direction, capturing her hypnotized expression as she simply smiled watching you on the big screen. the viewers of the documentary would then know who she had fallen so hard for and who you dedicated many of your songs to, but she didn’t care.

all she cared about was you.

———

“thank you so much, iowa city i love you and we will see you all next time! get home safe please!!” you say into the mic as you begin to walk offstage. the sound of wild cheers, fireworks, and confetti cannons fill your ears.

as the final song of the show reaches its climax, you take a second to soak in the moment from the side of the stage. being a performer was one of your favorite parts of your job. you never got tired of any of it - the dancing, the singing, the fans - it was all part of why you started this in the first place.

a few minutes later, you are ushered away from the stage and back towards the dressing rooms to change out of your costume. you are handed a towel and water bottle as you make your way through the concrete tunnel with your staff right behind you. 

“y/n, you have a few guests that wanna say hi, would you like me to let them through?” your assistant asks you.

“who are they?” you reply. you weren’t expecting anyone to stay at the venue after the show. you insisted you would meet caitlin and her family back at the hotel so it couldn’t be her, right?

“oh they’re just over there actually,” she responds with a pointed finger, “do you recognize them?”

you follow her direction with furrowed brows only to be met with the familiar faces of your girlfriend and her brother. your jaw drops in shock as you immediately run over to her now outstretched arms.

when you jump to hug her, you both almost fall to the floor from the impact. her arms snake around your waist as she lifts you with ease, squeezing you tightly.

“hi,” you breathe out with a smile, nuzzling your neck into her tall frame.

“hi, princess,” she whispers into your hair.

“i thought we were meeting up at the hotel for dinner? i didn’t think you guys would stay here!”

“you think i could wait that long to see you when i could just finesse my way backstage??”

you laugh at her phrasing, the sound instantly making caitlin melt. “i missed you so much, dude, you have no idea.”

“i missed you too,” she smiles brightly as she sets you back down on the ground. her large hands move to cup your flushed cheeks, “you did so good out there, baby, i’m so proud of you.”

“thank you, cait, that really means a lot to me,” you say sincerely as you momentarily depart from her to greet her brother, “hey blake, how you doin’? enjoy the show?”

“i’m doin’ good, y/n, and yeah, i mean, it was incredible, really,” he answers as he goes to hug you.

“love to hear that, i’m glad you guys had fun!” you reach for caitlin’s hand, holding it gingerly as you begin to walk in the direction of the awaiting golf cart, “i have to change out of this really quick before we go but i’m gonna ask for a space for you guys to hangout in the mean time.”

“what, you mean you have to change out of that sparkly leotard and those four-inch heels?” the brunette jokes.

“i know it’s crazy, i actually wanted to keep everything as pj’s,” you play along as the two of you move to sit on the back of the golf cart.

while you two were entangled in each other’s presence, you failed to notice the cameraman, once again, recording your interaction. he made sure to get both of your permissions to add the clips into the documentary, but he couldn’t help but capture the authentic smiles on both of your faces. he knew that the viewers would be able to feel the love through the screen and be overwhelmed with joy for the two of you.

after tonight’s events, you and caitlin knew that the public would eventually be able to figure out the clues left that all pointed to your intimate relationship.

you were both aware of the consequences, the potential feedback from the internet, but their opinions didn’t matter. the only thing that mattered was that you really were each other’s end games.

#leilanihours #laniwrites #caitlin clark #caitlin clark fluff #caitlin clark smut #caitlin clark x reader #wnba #indiana fever #university of iowa #wcbb #wbb #ncaaw #fluff #part one #x reader #taylor swift #end game #reputation #music #wlw #lgbtq

[panboiiibish]

Thinking about monsters right now. More specifically shark mer and his little scuba diver human.

Hes a terrifyingly mesmerizing sight of one of the biggest white shark mers you've ever seen. His pale grey skin is just covered in faded and new scars showing off the many battles he has been in. Though even with his terror filling appearance hes quite gentle when approaching the swarm of sharks fluttering around an odd cage just bobbing around the water only attacked to a boat above by a thick chain.

Not even spooking the other sharks swimming around trying to nab at fish snacks and sniffing the chum filled waters he is more curiouse by the little creature inside the cage. Covered in a black skin like substance while their face is covered by an odd mask hes most consumed by thie odd fin covered tails? No wait this is a human so their legs.

It takes little effort for him to grab at the bars and give the little diver a big scare. This wasnt their first time seeing a mer but it was a first for any kind of shark mers. They mainly seem to keep to themselves far off in the deep waters far off from humans. Though you are glee filled to see one just there watching you as you toss out little fish snacks to the other sharks. You had offered him on thinking he was hungry but he didnt seem interested.

Instead of grabbing the offered fish snack he fiddled with your diving suits fabric, pinching at the black fabric sticking to your wrist before slipping a finger under seemingly entranced by how it wasn't your skin but infact a covering.

It wasn't long after that your trust in him was startled and his need to see and feel more pushed him into brash actions. His clawed hands gribbed at the cags bars before just bending them away. His strength was nothing against the thin bars as they bend just well giving him enough room to wiggle into the cage and press himself up to you pressing your back flush to the bars trapping you more then you where before.

The boat crew got worried when they saw the cage shifting causing the boat to bob a bit so they started lifting your cage back out of the waters. Only to freak out when seeing the cage emerge from the water showeing your practically pinned form under the large shark mer who is just barely inside the cage. His tail end hung outside of the cage while it swung slightly and his human half kept you under him as his hands fumbled with your mask able to pop it off and see your sweet little face. Warm with embarrassment and trembling in fear as an actual predator of the seas sat there playing with the neck zipper of your diving suit.

Hes just stayed there enjoying the warmth your little body gives off and loving how your pinprick eyes tremble. It's so cute seeing such a pretty little human too scared to fight against him as he rubs at your soft skin with his wrinkled and rough pads while trying to keep his claws from scratching you too much.

Hii!Hi! Its pan, welcome fo my contribution to mermay X3 iv been wanting to do a mer idea for so long but wanted something a bit more different from my softer stuff so here's a jerky mer playing with his prey >;3 I might do more of him later! I like this shark mer idea and might make him into an recurring character, anyways have a nice night and leave a comment if yah got any ideas!

#idk wtf im doing #ideas #x reader #monster x reader #thinking about #monster boyfriend #mermay #merman #monster fucker #monster lover

[moonstruckme]

hi mae, if its not too much trouble could you do something with james and r where r has to deal with likr a creep on a train or smth. ive just had a real weird experience rn and its just.hm

Ugh I'm so sorry babe, I wish we each had a James with us all the time

cw: man being creepy (no sa or harassment, just gross behavior)

James Potter x fem!reader ♡ 934 words

You clock the danger long before your boyfriend does, but you suppose it’s a lot more drilled into one of you than the other. 

The man gets on a few stops after you do, and his gaze seems aimless until it lands on you. It’s not a busy time; the bus is nearly empty, but of course he goes and stands next to you as if there are no open seats. You should have known better than to sit by the aisle. 

James’ chatter fades into the background as your mind starts to whirl with possibilities. What if this man grabs you? What if he tries to keep you from getting off at your stop? What if he waits until you get off, and then follows you home? 

“Hey.” James is looking at you quizzically. He reaches for your opposite arm, scrubbing up and down lightly. “You okay?” 

You use the touch as an excuse to lean into his side, murmuring so the man can’t hear you. “If that guy’s still here when it’s my stop, will you get off with me? Or I could ride to yours, if that’s better.” 

James looks past you, noticing the man for the first time, and you see clarity dawn on his expression as he does the same math you had. You can feel the man’s stare burning into the side of your head; he’s not even being subtle about it. James pulls you closer to his side. 

“Hey, mate,” he says, tension underlying his jovial tone. “Do you wanna take a seat? There are plenty open.” 

You chance a look over, and the man’s eyes lock with yours like it’s the opportunity he’s been waiting for. You feel James’ arm tense. 

“You have pretty hair,” the man says. 

You smile tersely. Polite, carefully unfriendly. “Thanks.” 

That seems to satisfy him; the man does take a seat. The one directly behind you. Anxiety prickles over your skin at not being able to see him. 

You at least feel better now that James is aware, too. He keeps his face turned to you, one eye on the seat behind you, as he picks up your conversation about the film you’ve just seen. Remus and Sirius were the ones who wanted to see it in the cinema; they thought it was artistic and meaningful, whereas you and James are in agreement it was dull and pretentious. Odd, aimless dialogue, experimental camera angles, hardly any plot. James thinks if you can get Sirius away from Remus he’ll agree. Competitive thing that he is, he’s hatching a plan to do so when the man leans forward and pushes his nose into your hair. 

The sound of his inhale sends goosebumps racing down every inch of your skin. You go rigid, attempting subtly to lean forward while all the nerves in your body scream at you to run. 

“Hey, what the fuck?” James doesn’t take care to lower his voice. 

As though you’d been waiting for permission, you jump away, getting as far out of reach as possible before turning around. James’ arm has barred across the back of your seat, his hand gripping the pole on the opposite side and the muscles in his forearm strained with tension. 

“What makes you think you can do that to someone?” he asks, equal parts incredulous and irate. 

People in the bus have turned to look. The bus slows as you approach the next stop. 

“Let’s get off,” you tell James. 

“What?” He turns to you for a second before seeming to remember he should be keeping an eye on the man. Who has been silent, but for what he said to you. He looks entertained by James’ outburst, which almost scares you worse than anything that’s happened thus far. You know James is very fit, but you don’t want to get him in a fight. “Why should we get off? We haven’t done anything wrong!” 

The doors open, and people start to file off. “James,” you say, grabbing a fistful of his shirt and giving a slight tug. “Please.” 

He hesitates a second longer, looking somewhere between bewildered and outraged, before he says, “Fine, okay,” and grabs your bag. You tug him into the aisle, careful to keep both of you out of reach of the man. Once you’re off the bus, you start walking quickly, pulling James along and casting glances over your shoulder to be sure the man from the bus doesn’t follow. It’s only when the bus pulls away and he hasn’t gotten off that you stop. 

“Ugh.” You heave a tremendous sigh, hugging James around the middle and dropping your forehead to his chest. “Sorry.” 

“That was fucking insane,” he says, cupping the back of your head protectively. “Does that happen to you often?” 

You let out a little laugh. “That specifically? No. But I know better than to talk to guys like that.” 

“Sorry.” James kisses your hairline. Lets his lips rest there. “I thought it was going to help.” 

“It’s not your fault, he was going to be weird either way. I’m really glad you were there.” 

He squeezes you tighter. It helps you release the tension from your shoulders, giving in to him. “That was fucking disgusting,” he says. “I’m sorry I’m ever not there.” 

You shudder. “Is it weird that I feel like I need to shower?” 

“Nope. But do it at mine. I’m not going to be able to stop thinking about that guy finding your place for the next several days.” 

“How would he do that, James?” 

“Dunno. But just to be safe.”

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[i-yap]

Classic ask but Batboys reaction to gn s/o wearing their clothes 🤞

Yessss i love that one ive read so many but I'm gonna change it a little bit and talk a bit more about the type of clothes they prefer and what they usually wear themselves. Just a headcanon about clothes.

Its gonna be a series cuz its kind of long .

Also i may suck at writing gn I'm sorry if I offend anyone or write something stupid. Im a cis fem she /her who grew up in a very close minded family so I'm really sorry just let me know if I write anything stupid and ill edit it okay?

WARNING - there is mention of bodies like some specification on what the readers body may look like. and a little about sex

Batboys reaction to gn s/o wearing their clothes - Dick grayson edition

dick grayson

dick wears a tank top and shorts at home which make his ass look hot(it always does).

He really likes it when you wear his boxer shorts or pajama pants or sweatpants which is tied to the hips and a simple cloth bra(if you wear one or shirtless if you don't) ( they're a little different from sports bra super light and so comfortable). but he loves just seeing you in any underwear and not just for sexual reasons.

it just makes him feel warm inside thinking how comfortable you feel around him and how your not insecure about your skin showing around him. for example If you had an insecurity about your stomach but can walk around in just shorts and shirtless/bra with him, it makes him feel like he has won against those stupid negative thoughts you have .

there is a very thin layer between you guys while cuddling And dick is really really warm so this way there is not too much overheating since direct skin to skin makes it uncomftably warm. I mean if you get cold easily you are welcome to take those off. Plus don't pretend that you wont slide your hands under that tank top to feel his abs.

When walking outside , Rather than taking off his entire coat to give you, he pulls you inside his coat so that you're sharing it or giving you the coat and then pulling you into his side and since your body is therefore pressed against his, more warmth. . he also will take off his scarf and gloves and basically wrap you up in it .

If you complain and say " you'll get cold tho" he'll laugh it off and say something cheesy like " you keep my heart warm..plus babe you know just how hot I am"

He loves wrapping you up in clothes in the gotham winter. " dickie your gloves are too big for me, I don't need glovess" , "bigger gloves mean more warmth, and you'll need them in just a minute"

you did need those gloves btw.

Also he likes wearing a little something of yours. Like if you wear multiple rings , he will buy you a much more meaningful and better quality one and then you're like " ugh I feel pressured to get you something you're too nice to mee" he just takes one of those rings that you got from a roadstand when you had change to spare and be like "we're equal now"

He will wear that ring everywhere , like will not leave without it.

also gets you a nightwing logo small pendant made out of the strongest material ( so u arent scared of breaking it) or some neckpiece he has been wearing forever ( he has in some comics) and it'll be long enough to easily hide (between your breasts/pecs/chest making it a fun sex thing )And wants you to wear it forever and never take it off.

He also likes it if you wear his shirts. Like dick wears these nice classic shirts which are well fitted ( a little tight too cuz its dick) and nice beige pants. So if you can wear his shirts without them being super tight( its hot when its a little tight around the chest/boobs/pecs ) or super drowny when you go to work , he loves it.

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[hazshit-hotel-hater]

Surprise! I am going to rant about my own redesign and art! I think this is me mentally preparing for the helluva boss episode next week and praying to god it’s actually good. I’ve also been nursing a bit of a hangover today so forgive me if my wording is a bit more jumbled than usual

Im a big fan of my Angel Dust redesign, but in the general aspect of my art, a lot of my poses are a bit flat. That can be from either posing issues on my end, trouble with facial features, or just some secret third thing, but I think so far Ive been enjoying drawing much more cartoonishly as of recent. That vox canon & headcanon drawing was super super fun to do even though it was supposed to be vivzies style, but I used to have a style with more sharp angles and pointy curves that I honestly kind of miss, I also miss playing with cartoonish proportions!!

My art style may end up changing eventually, but my main pieces will stay in my usual style and my more doodle-y ones will probably be in a more cartoony style like the ones above. While theyre definitely closer to canon and meant to be inspired as such, the difference is that I can draw diverse body types in said artstyle! I also cant lie, Angel’s chest fluff is one of my absolute favourite things to draw and it’s so easy in this style…

About my redesigns though! This is mostly about Angel, but I’m gonna slap this here from DMs with a friend: “Im so pleased with this genuinely im so happy he has his little pedipalps, theyre technically also still his fangs but now he can move them and stuff and :33 typically for male spiders the pedipalps are a reproductive organ but that isnt the case for angel or many other arachnid or insect sinners id say so I think personally most of them have developed pedipalps for primarily other reasons like fangs in Angels case or maybe something similar to cat whiskers for other people”

In my original angel dust redesigns I just couldn’t find a way to draw his fangs in a way that made me happy because I want to keeo the same energy in his face as the original. Big clunky fangs that stick out just didn’t work for him and while they made him look like a spider, he lost that sort of angel-ness that I need when drawing him so I instead looks to the pedipalp aspect of spiders to move them off of his mouth and more onto his cheeks. It’s a very small change but it improved the design in my eyes significantly and just really made me a lot happier. I wont be updating his redesign post as of right now and maybe never will, but if I do yknow why now!

I just really really like drawing this guy a bit rubbery, hes supposed to be fluffy so like he should move kinda soft in a way? I dunno how to explain it rn, its 2 AM at the time of writing this so im gonna lay the hell down now!

#hazbin hotel #hazbin critical #hazbin hotel criticism #hazbin hotel critical #angel dust #hazbin angel dust #hazbin angel #anti vivziepop #angel dust hazbin #angel dust hazbin hotel #angel dust redesign #hazbin redesign #hazbin hotel redesign #my art #will add alt text later

[katzu919]

okau so this idea randomly came to mind so if requests r still open may i request a one of tartaglia’s little brother whos the reader. The reader even being younger than tartaglia he could be around (18-20), he ended up falling into the abyss like tartaglia, it felt as if it was years for reader in the abyss but was maybe only a couple hours. tartaglia finds out about this and hunts down his brother and comforts him since he knows what its like in the abyss. idk if this makes sense but take ur time :) , ive seen ur page floating around for a while now and just ended up following u lmao

call of the abyss

Ajax had returned to Snezhnaya after being abroad for work. Ajax’s brother, Y/n had just turned eighteen and Ajax got to celebrate it just a few days late. Y/n and his friends went out to celebrate him finally becoming an ‘adult’.

“Oh come on!” One of his friends nudged his arm. “The night barely began!” His friends laughed. They had been hanging out in an old fort they’ve had since their younger years. The old building somehow surviving the harsh weather of Snezhnaya for multiple years.

“I promised my brother I wouldn’t stay out too late so we could hang out. And he’s rarely home and I don't want to waste this time I have with him.” He replied as I stood up from the wood plank he was sitting on.

“It’s fine man, we get it.” His other friend replied. They sat higher up, looking down on Y/n. “You good to walk home by yourself? I think we’re going to stay out.” Y/n nodded his head and crossed his arms, and annoyed look crossed his face.

“Yes I can. I’ve walked the path many times, I don’t even live far.” He huffed as he made his way out of the fort. His friends laughed at his reply as he slowly made his way towards his home.

The snow crunching beneath his feet as the wind started to pick up a bit. Y/n groaned as he pulled his coat tighter to himself. Snow started to blow up around him making it hard to see anything but a few feet in front of him. His breath started to fasten as panic set in a bit. How did the weather change so drastically so quickly? The wind pushed him around as his surroundings started to become less familiar. Did he get turned around? He swore he never changed the direction he was walking in. Did the wind slowly push him in another direction? His breath started to become more panicked but before he could take another step the floor fell beneath his feet. All at once he was falling into darkness, the wind and snow no longer anywhere to be seen or heard.

Absolutely silent.

When Y/n stopped falling he hit the ground with a groan. He didn’t know how long he was falling or even how he survived the fall. He slowly got up, his hands shaking a bit as he slowly took in his surroundings. Blue and purple surrounded him, stars littered the dark sky above him. Where was he and how was he going to get out? The hairs on the back of Y/n’s neck rose as he heard the faint sound of something making its way over. He quickly stood up, his legs and arms shook as he did so. He pushed through as he slowly ran away from whatever seemed to make its way over, not too keen on meeting the inhabitants of this strange land.

-

Y/n wasn’t sure how much time passed since he fell down here. Time seemed to move differently than it did back in Snezhnaya. Was he even in Teyvat anymore? He didn’t know. It felt like months he’s been here but his body didn’t seem to reflect that. He hadn’t felt hungry, thirsty, or tired since he fell, however long ago that was now.

The creatures that roamed this land were much different from the ones he saw up in Snezhnaya. They could use the elements without visions, or at least he didn’t think they had any. He never stayed around long or close enough to see any so as far as he was concerned they didn’t. He was determined to stay undetected as long as he could, not sure how long it would be before he could make it back to Snezhnaya, or if he even could. But sadly his presence was eventually found by the creatures and beings from this place. He ran and ran, seeking a place to hide and wait for them to stop searching for him. Y/n was even more cautious now, looking over his shoulder constantly. Scared what would happen if they happened to get their hands on him.

Oh god, his family. How long has it been? Did they think he was dead? lost to the snow, frozen somewhere? Attacked by some creature? His heart ached at the thought of what his family must be going through.

Y/n slowly curled up, trying to silent his sobs. He just wanted to go home. And as if Celestia heard his wish, he felt the cold wind of Snezhnaya blow against his back. Snow falling onto his head. He lifted his head, his tired eyes open to see the white snow that covered the land. A sob broke through him as he quickly got up but quickly froze when he heard the sound of snow crunching under someone’s feet.

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Y/n was supposed to be home hours ago. Ajax looked at the clock, a pit formed in his stomach. Something was off. He got up from where he was sitting in the living room and walked to the front door. He grabbed his coat and left the house silently, not wanting to disturb his sleeping family.

The air was quiet as he made his way towards where Y/n was supposed to be with his friends. The farther Ajax walked, the pit in his stomach grew deeper. Something about the air seemed off. Seemed to set off warning bells in his head.

The abyss. It all came rushing back. Ajax hurried his steps, hoping what he feared was not true. That you were safe and sound. Just as his panic started to grow more, he saw a figure sitting in the snow. The familiar figure stopped all the thoughts in his head as he stopped and stared. He hesitated for just a moment before he started to rush in his brother’s direction.

Y/n flinched when Ajax got close, his heart breaking. The fear in his brother's eyes as they might. Ajax stopped in his tracks, his heart felt like it broke into a million pieces. Ajax slowly kneeled down and opened his arms, his brother only hesitating for a moment before throwing himself at Ajax. Y/n craved the touch of someone after being alone for so long. He sobbed into Ajax should as he shushed him.

“Shh, shh, it’s alright. I got you.” Ajax whispered into his brother's hair. Anger started to form in Ajax. Why did his brother have to go through this? What did he do to deserve falling into the abyss?

Ajax slowly stood up with his brother in his arms. Carry him like he did when Y/n was just a baby. He rubbed Y/n’s back in soothing motions as he slowly started to walk home.

“It’s okay, we’ll get through this.” Ajax whispered to him as they walked away from the pit in the ground, oozing with an evil that Ajax hated with all his heart.

Hello! I kinda forgot how to write while writing this… hope it’s not noticeable. I’m also trying to like my writing style and be happy with it and not just quitting when i’m not instantly in love with it :p. i also write this in one sitting… anywhooo i also set up a ko-fi but do not feel like you have to send anything!! my writing is completely free and for fun (as much fun as trying to write with writers block is). Im not to sure how the abyss works even after reading through the wiki so i probably got something wrong but who cares and im also behind in the main story quest…. i’m not actually sure if people reads these notes but sorry for any spelling/grammar mistakes.

#genshin impact x reader #genshin impact #male reader #x reader #genshin impact x male reader #childe x male reader #childe x reader #childe genshin x reader #childe genshin impact #brother reader #brother!reader #x male reader #sibling!reader #sibling reader #ajax x reader #ajax x male reader #tartaglia x reader #tartaglia x male reader

[megamindsupremacy]

So. ive been going through your billy batson tag bc im very normal and super hinged about this kid and you ARE right about Billy growing up the normal way and how that would effect him, but I need us all to consider the opposite: The Magic went "Ah, he's pure of heart bc he is but a lad", and not *letting* him grow up. Billy being immortal but stuck as a kid forever. The realization everyone is going to grow up w/o him. That he is *always* going to be a kid. That could be a very bad time too.

OH MY HEART. you're so right and i'm kissing you on the mouth. okay i need to marinate in this now stand by

so I think it's fairly accepted now that the Wizard chose Billy to be Shazam when he was so young because all of the previous Champions were adults, and that went Badly (see: Black Adam). So obviously, if the adults can do the whole superhero thing, then we should give the role to a kid. But then, to take it a step further: if the adults can't do the superhero thing, then we should make the next Champion stay a kid.

And like, it takes a hot minute for Billy to notice. Say he became CM at 8 - he doesn't know the average rate of growth for a boy. He just thinks he's not getting as tall as quickly as his peers. It's not like there's adult supervision around to go "hello small small child, why are you still small and a child?" I could see him going at least a few years before realizing there might be something wrong. Then it takes him a little bit to figure out what exactly is wrong, and then a little longer to be in denial, before he finally has to come to terms with, yeah, he really is 8 years old for the rest of forever.

I wonder how it affects him, mentally? Because you could go one of two ways: either he stays mentally an 8 year old forever and doesn't mature, although he gains knowledge and experience with time, or he does mentally mature and becomes an adult, just stuck in the body of a child.

For angst reasons, I like the second one, but realistically, the whole reason he's in this mess is because the Wizard wanted someone who was pure of heart to stay pure of heart. Why go through all the trouble to not let him physically age but allow his mind to change? So now we have an eternally "both mentally and physically a child" situation.

I feel like, when you're that young, you can't really... process how devastating that is? He's only a little kid - at that age, you can't even imagine turning 18 yet, much less living out the rest of your life as an adult. He doesn't know what he's lost. So instead of Billy angst, it's outsider POV angst. Everyone is growing old and watching Billy stay the same as always. I imagine he reveals his identity at some point, a while into being Captain Marvel, and they have a Twilight moment of "I'm 8" "....how long have you been 8?" ("no, but actually, we've known you for 12 years, you can't actually be 8. what do you mean 'a wizard did it'."). Everyone is just quietly mourning the person Billy could have become, had he not been chosen to be the Champion of Magic, meanwhile Billy is living out the eternal childhood dream of Superpowers + Adult Body w/o Adult Responsibilities. It's tragic in a way Billy can never comprehend because of what the wizard did to him.

Feel free to add onto this post!

#mads posts #billy batson #captain marvel #shazam #dc #dc comics #dcu #anyways Billy refuses to watch Peter Pan because it makes him feel shrimp emotions #also his foster siblings. or at least his twin Mary depending on the canon #can you IMAGINE what it's like for them #that has to be wild #half a century down the line its like 'yeah this is my brother billy. i adopted him and he's basically my son because we've known each othe #our entire lives but he has never gotten older and he can't comprehend everything he's lost. i can though.' #sobs #anyways PLEASE let this become one of those collaborative Everyone Adds On sort of posts. i need this idea to spread now #anon ily

[iliveforyouilongforyouvesuvia]

HI ITS ME gvxzggsgjfh ok look this is. i know this is a weird one it is SO specific and so obviously something i should just write myself if i want it👏but👏but👏BUT i decided to shoot my shot when a perfect chance has arisenderised for you to pick and choose from anything you like AND in any form, and to see if this one maybe by any chance just so happens to spark anything fun in u too xD

ssssssssssoooooooooooooooooooooo RANDOM EVENT ROLL D20 mc gets bitten by a werewoof or some other kind of "contagious" monster species (....cant really think of anything else other than vampirs, now that i say it) but WAIT THERES MORE because. what if mc insisted that they dont want any potential existent cures, they just wanna stay monstery >:3 JVDTHGLN who's considering it, who would absolutely go in the "its either me or this" direction, who's enthusiastic🤣 this is silly as hell but in the case it sparks joy id love to hear ur any and all thoughts because this idea has been haunting me for forever lmao honestly the best way ive imagined it is like one of your own selfinsert pieces youve posted before where its just all of them together bickering heeheehee💘💕🩷💞💖

love u have fun!!

The Arcana Drabble: MC transforms into a "monster"

In the spirit of things, I though a long drabble/short oneshot would work best to keep the madness going XD

Asra's getting stuck in their "one focus and one focus only" mode and right now that focus is making sure you're okay. He'll decide how he feels later, which isn't being helped at all because Julian keeps calling on him to help him slow down the process and get you to think about this a little more. However, it's hard to tell what exactly Julian wants your decision to be because in between him trying to get Asra to make you think about it some more, he's having all kinds of medical epiphanies about how your anatomy is adjusting to the new monster form:

"MC, let's think about some more, shall we? I'm sure Asra agrees with me - don't you, Asra? Asr - oh, whats this?! Your finger's joints are rapidly adjusting to accommodate for - I need a pen and paper -"

"Right here, Ilya." It's Portia's dismissive tone as she digs a small notebook and pencil out of her pocket that keeps you grounded. Not for long, though, because she can't wait to see what happens next. "Accommodate for what, anyways? Are you growing another joint?? Are you going to get claws??? Talons???? Show me!"

Between Julian jotting down unintelligible notes while he studies your elbow's range of motion, Portia's excited exclamations, and Asra's attempt at soothing touch as they rub your shoulders and ask how you're feeling, it's a miracle you can notice Muriel's quiet mumble in the background. He's clearly overwhelmed and very concerned that the physically-altering substance in general got to your brain first, making you so seemingly okay with turning into a monster.

"MC, do you remember your name? Do you need to take a nap? You don't have to be okay with this -"

"I believe this may warrant far more than a nap to recover from." Nadia's doing her best to keep Lucio calm, holding him back from tackling you much like she might grasp a leash. You can practically see the headache building behind her eyes. "We have yet to determine what the extent of this transformation is and therefore whether our dear MC is even capable of fully agreeing to the current process. MC, darling, did the source of this transformation give you any indication of what the end result would be?"

You'd try to respond, but Lucio's excited yelling is too noisy to shout over. He's fumbling at the fastenings on his cape, distracted by your ongoing changes, and very annoyed at Nadia's interference.

"Where did it go? I want to see if it can give me powers too - OW! Dammit, Noddy, I'm trying to help here! You're keeping me from finding the monster and getting it to give me cool - I mean, getting it to tell us more about what's happening! Don't you want that? Don't you want to help MC, Noddy?! Let me go -"

It's with a loud RIP and subsequent "that was velvet, you know!" that Lucio finally breaks free and sprints off in the direction of your new monster friend. You can feel yourself slowly settling in to your new form as the process shows signs of slowing and reaching completion.

Nadia's facepalming. Portia's looking at you with eyes shining in wonder. Julian's still trying to nag Asra into reversing this as he takes notes. The magician in question is still ignoring him as they ask you how you feel for the nth time. Muriel's eyeing the nearby closet in hopes of taking a nap and waking up to it all being a dream. Lucio's a distant, spiky golden speck at this point.

Faust is quietly trying to sneak her knife into your hand, for crimes.

#ask arcana brainrot #the arcana #the arcana drabble #the arcana imagine #the arcana fanfic #the arcana game #asra the arcana #julian the arcana #nadia the arcana #muriel the arcana #portia the arcana #lucio the arcana #asra alnazar #julian devorak #nadia satrinava #muriel of the kokhuri #portia devorak #lucio morgasson

[themeatpit37]

SWWSDJ Mini Fic; A Little Help From Nurse Jack

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Content included: Gender neutral reader in second person, medical care, at home IVs, medical guidance, fluff, reader centered angst, self indulgent writing, and more

Warnings: Medical talk, Syringe talk (no physical needle to skin injection), Surgical mention, Midline discussion, vomit mention (not present day), Mentions of taking blood (Not present day), blood mention (VERY minor), And more.

I’m basing this off of memory, so it may not be the most accurate. I made this specifically as comfort for others who might be going through something similar to what I did, but this can be comforting to any and all. This story is about Jack helping his Sunshine with at home IV drip therapy since I didn’t get this type of comfort when I was going through my hospitalization and then release. So to anyone who is going through the same thing and has been looking for comfort like I was, this is for you!

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“Sunshine, are you sure you don’t need help with that?”

You jumped at the sound of his voice, causing you to squeeze the saline injection a little too hard and getting the fluid on your hands and a little on your shirt.

“Oh shoot! Sorry Sunshine! I didn’t mean to scare you!”

Jack quickly ran over and got onto his knees, snatching up a nearby hand towel and helping you dry the spot off. He started to softly mutter to himself about how he should’ve made his presence known first before asking and worrying that he had messed the whole routine up.

“Jack, it’s no problem! It’s fine, only a little extra came out. Besides, this is just the injection to clean out my medline! No harm no foul!”

You attempted to reassure him but instead he gave you a confused look, cocking his head to the side.

“Clean out…? Then… What about these other things?”

He gestured to the equipment on the table. There were four alcohol wipe packs, the first saline injection, an IV bag connected to tubes and wires with clamps on them, a second saline injection, a few towels for any leakage, an IV stand right beside you, and a syringe of Heparin. It all looked complicated to Jack but that only made him want to help his Sunshine out more.

“Well two are for cleaning, the wipes are for the nozzle of my medline, the IV bag is antibiotics, and I think the small syringe there is a blood thinner so I don’t get clots!”

You replied as you gestured to each of the tools and injections on the table, occasionally making a hand motion to the nozzle of the midline when it was relevant.

“… Can you teach me how to do this? I want to be able to help you.”

“… Help me?”

“Yeah, help you. I mean, I already have been helping out during everything so I believe I should help here too!”

He was right, he has been helping out. From gently pulling you up from the hospital bed when you couldn’t even get up on your own from the pain of your surgery scars, guiding you through the halls of the hospital while you walked so you could get your blood pumping to avoid clotting, and even feeding you when all the IVs in your arms prevented you from using any utensils. Not only that, but he comforted you when you had to get your blood taken so they could check for bacteria in your bloodstream and refused to leave your side no matter what. It made the whole experience less scary than it would be without him. At the same time though, it almost made you feel bad how much he was caring for you, but Jack snapped you out of your thoughts quickly by placing a firm hand on your shoulder.

“Please, I want to take care of you. I want to be by your side no matter how sick you get or how much help you need! And if that means I need to learn how to use all these injections and IVs, then I’ll do it!”

Jack looked at you with the most gentle and kind yet determined gaze he could, taking his hand off of your shoulder only so he could take your hand into his with a gentle squeeze as affirmation. This made you consider his offer and decide to take it.

“… Okay Jack, I can teach you how to prepare for my drip treatment.”

He quickly switched from the sad pout to a soft smile as he got up and made his way back over to the table.

“Alright then, in that case I guess I’ll be your nurse for today!”

He chuckled to himself, making you laugh in return. It was playful and fun, something you missed during the days you spent laying in the hospital bed just hoping your pain would be over with. You decided to play along a little as you gave him direct instruction.

“Well okay then nurse, first you’ll need to pick up the first Saline injection and take off the cap. Usually I take the air out before I even begin, but you’ll need to practice on them. Just pull the plunger end back and then gently press it until the air is out. You’ll know it’s out when you see a droplet of the solution drip from the tip. Don’t forget to put the cap back on because you’ll need to do another step before injection.”

Jack picked up the syringe and twisted the cap off as instructed, pulling the plunger back and pressing onto it a little too hard which caused a bit to spray out.

“Sorry Sunshine, didn’t mean for it to squirt!”

He was worried at first before you chuckled at his reaction which in turn reassured him that it was okay.

“See? You need to be careful! Now, you’ll need to take out the alcohol wipe and rub it on the nozzle of my midline to sanitize it. Whenever you are about to inject anything into it, you need to clean it okay?”

He screwed the top back on before making his way over to you and opening up the alcohol wipe.

“So… I just need to rub it on this thing right?”

“Yes, for about 15 seconds.”

Jack carefully pinched the plastic part of the midline and carefully rubbed the end, making sure he was thorough but not too rough.

“Good, now just twist the saline injection onto it, unclamp the line, and slowly inject it into the line. Also word of advice, the midline end has a plug so you need to put a bit of pressure while twisting.”

The cap was twisted off and pressed into the midline carefully as he slowly connected the two. The clamp took a bit of prying but it eventually snapped open.

“And slowly inject…”

Jack muttered to himself as he began to push the plunger with his thumb and watched as the small strand of extra blood that had entered the medline was flushed out, cleaning out the tube. He remembered watching you do this before, so he snapped the clamp shut again.

“Good job! Now this is where the bag comes in. You see the bag with that little glass bottle full of powder attached to it? I already hooked on the wires for it so you don’t need to worry about that. However you do need to snap the little blue piece that connects the bottle to the bag.”

He was following along until the breaking part, which he responded to with a raised eyebrow.

“Are… Are you sure…?”

You nodded and watched as he pressed his thumb against the blue plastic piece, creating an opening for the bag’s fluids to leak into the bottle.

“This is the part where you need to be careful, okay? What you need to do is squeeze the bag and let the fluid inside into the bottle until it’s around 3/4ths full.”

Jack squeezed the bag, but only a few drops came out.

“Oh, don’t be afraid to squeeze harder! It’s a little hard, even for me!”

He gave a nod and squeezed the bag harder, stopping every one in a while to adjust the bag and squeezed the bag some more. It took a while, but soon the fluid had filled the bottle.

“Is that good sunshine?”

You nodded and continued,

“Yes! That’s good! Now you’ll need to gently shake the bottle to dissolve the powder in it. After that, you’ll need to turn the bottle and bag upside down and squeeze the bag so that all the fluid in the bottle mixes into the bag.”

The bottle was held on one hand and jostled around to help the powder mix with the fluid which took a while since it was kinda clumpy. The bag was then flipped upside down and Jack gave it a good squeeze, watching all the liquid disperse into the bag with much more ease than what it took to get the liquid out the bag.

“Alright sunshine, your bag is ready! What’s next?”

You picked up the IV tube and gestured to the drip chamber first as Jack hung the bag onto the IV stand.

“Well you’ll need to start by squeezing this so that the chamber fills.”

Jack quickly got to it and squeeze the drip chamber until it filled with some of the fluid before turning to you for further instruction.

“Good, now you’ll need to turn the dial flow on and undo the clip. Now I should warn you that the end will start to leak, so you’ll need to turn it back off once all the fluid is dispersed. Don’t worry, I’ll tell you when you need to turn it off! Oh and don’t forget to re-clamp!”

As you told him this, you grabbed the luer connector and a clean, dry rag so that any extra drippings wouldn’t spill everywhere. With a nod, Jack turned the dial to open and unclamped the tube. The fluid inside slowly moved throughout the tubing without any problem, passing through the dial and traveling out through the connector.

“Okay now!”

Jack turned it back off and squeezed the clamp until it clicked before looking back at you for approval, which you gave to him.

“Good job Jack! We’re almost done with the bag prep! Now before we get to plugging things in, you’ll need to flick the air bubbles out. A few tiny bubbles won’t hurt anything, but it’s what the doctors recommended.”

He raised an eyebrow at this.

“Flick the air bubbles out?”

“Yes. Here, go ahead and hold the tube.”

Jack reached over and took the tube from you to look at it only to see small bubbles floating in the fluid.

“Oh! These bubbles!”

“Yeah, You’ll need to flick them so they pop.”

He nodded in understanding and held the tube in place, gently flicking at the few bubbles that were floating around. Some popped while others just floated up. But all of them did eventually pop the more Jack flicked at them. After some time, the tube was completely bubble free.

“How’s that sunshine? Anything else I need to do?”

You nodded and gestured to the midline.

“All you need to do now is clean this and then plug the IV tube into it.”

Jack first grabbed the saline syringe before you quickly stopped him.

“With the wipes. The saline is for after the bag is empty! Plus, you need to remember you have to wipe before injection!”

He stopped and immediately put the syringe down to grab the alcohol wipes.

“Sorry sundrop! It slipped my mind!”

It was normal for someone inexperienced with this stuff to make mistakes so you didn’t get upset. Plus he was clearly trying his best.

Jack got down on his knees and wiped your midline’s tip as gently as he could, quietly counting the 15 seconds he needed to take. After that, he picked up the luer connector and looked up at you for further instruction.

“So… I just connect these two right? Just like with the injections?”

You nodded and he continued, twisting the connector to the line. Once that was done, he remembered the dial and grabbed onto it.

“It’s… 100 ml right?”

“200 ml, actually.”

“Oh sorry!”

“It’s fine! This is a lot to take in so it’s pretty normal to have to be reminded what to do!”

You reassure him, watching as he turns the dial to 200 and undoes the clamp. He then came back over to you and undid the clamp on the midline, something you yourself almost forgot about. Jack then looked up at you for further instruction, but you just smiled.

“You did a really good job! For now though, we’ll have to wait. The midline usually takes from 30 minutes to an hour or two so… you can go ahead and get back to what you were doing-“

Instead of waiting for you to finish, Jack plopped down right beside you and carefully wrapped an arm around you, careful not to get himself tangled up in the wire coming out your arm.

“And leave you to sit here all by yourself? Now what kind of friend would I be if I did that?”

Normally he would lay you on his chest or wrap his arms around your waist but you were extra sensitive from the surgery which could risk messing with the scars, so even if Jack tried to be gentle it wouldn’t be a good idea. As you two sat there though, Jack had a question.

“If you don’t mind me asking, what’s in the bag?”

“… It’s antibiotics.”

Jack paused at this, remembering the previous conversations you had with nurses and doctors while you were in the hospital.

“Didn’t they give you that stuff at the hospital though? Why are you doing it at home?”

You realized you never told Jack about it. He tried his best to respect your medical privacy since most of this information was on documents and talk about during big events like the surgery itself. Of course, you felt it was time you tell Jack more about what was happening.

“… They wanted me out the hospital as soon and possible. I also wanted to be out as soon as possible. So they figured that my treatment could continue at home if I had the right equipment. Plus there was probably someone else who needed a room more than I did.”

Jack let out a soft sigh and very carefully adjusted you so your back was against his chest, his strong arms wrapped around your shoulders and neck to avoid touching the more sensitive areas. The hold wasn’t tight but it certainly had a possessive edge to it like he was afraid to let go.

“… Are you at least feeling better now, sunshine?”

This question made you stop. Now that you thought about it, even with all the pain from fresh scars and the complete panic you’d have about the injections, it was significantly better than before. Before the visit, you remembered how much pain you were in; Constantly laying in bed, unable to move or even think about anything but the pain. This connected to other memories, mostly ones about how terrified Jack looked during your flare ups. He would always do his best to care for you, he really did, even though all he would be able to do was watch as you cried over the toilet and threw up whatever food you had or sit by your side while you sobbed out that you just wanted the pain to end. Honestly, it was a scary time for both of you now that you had time to think on it.

“I… I am. Yeah, I’m feeling a lot better now.”

Jack leaned in and gave you a kiss on the forehead, a relieved sigh leaving him as he rested his chin on the top of your head.

“I’m glad… I’m so happy to hear that you’re no longer in pain- Well at least not as much as before.”

You couldn’t help but smile at this, hugging onto his arms and giving them a soft kiss since you couldn’t exactly move around like you normally would. As you two cuddled up the best you could in your current state, a comfortable and soothing silence rose. It had been so long since you could be close like this and it was heavenly, like something you were deprived of for so long.

…..

“And… Done!”

Jack said as he finished injecting the Heparin into your midline and pinched the clamp until it pinched, bagging up the garbage left behind and tying it up

“So… What do we need to do now sundrop?”

You chuckled and helped yourself up with the help of Jack, stumbling forward a bit since you were sitting for so long.

“We’re all done, don’t need to do this again until tomorrow… However, you could always help me with something else…”

Jack turned to you with a smile and gestured for you to continue.

“Of course sunshine, what do you need?”

“Maybe you can help me wash up. Y’know… Since the doctor said I need to keep my scars clean and my midline dry.”

The way you said it was more of an invitation, one that made Jack’s cheeks turn bright red, almost as bright as his face paint.

“O-Oh!”

He quickly gain his composure and decided to turn the tables on you.

“Well we can’t have you risking slipping in there! Maybe I’ll take you up on that offer~”

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And that there is the end! I hope you guys liked it! This is one of the works I was tinkering with for the past few weeks now! Apologies for any errors, this is kind of one of my few long works that I’m actually posting!

Oh and just in case the requester is reading this, your request is being worked on don’t worry! I just happened to be working on this before you requested your piece! Kinda stumped on it too… Especially with current circumstances… But don’t worry I should be done before the 15th of June if I can! See everyone back here soon hopefully! Bye!

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#something’s wrong with sunny day jack #somethings wrong with sunny day jack #sunny day jack #swwsdj

[bookishwithathought]

ACOSF Bonus Chapter Breakdown Part VII - Azriel

Part I - Azriel and Elain

Part II - Azriel and Elain

Part III - Azriel and Rhys

Part IV - Azriel and Rhys

Part V - Azriel and Gwyn

Part VI - Azriel and Gwyn

**This is just me, analyzing the life out of the bonus chapter and all the possibilities. My thoughts and no one else's. If you agree, great. If you disagree, love it. If you want to share why you disagree, love it even more. If you are disrespectful while disagreeing, I kindly request that you move along and if you insist you will be left to argue with yourself**

Possible reasons Elain returned the necklace:

She feels rejected by Azriel and has returned the necklace

She believes what they were doing was wrong and wanted to have a total severing of the moment

She knows there are feelings attached to the gift and this is her way of rejecting his advances

{Normally, a couple returns gifts only when there's a break-up. A romantic detachment.}

It's worth noting that, just as Elain initiated their physical contact in the beginning of the bonus chapter, she is the one officially ending it with returning the necklace.

Azriel returning the necklace:

It's likely Azriel saw Elain's return of the necklace as a signal that whatever the moment was leading up to is over, which is why he opted to return to the store from where he purchased it. The alternative could've been to insist Elain keep it, but he didn't. Further confirms what he himself expressed, that it had all been wrong.

I would've loved to have a glimpse into Azriel's thoughts here, to know for sure why instead of returning the necklace to the store as he had spent all day intending to do, he opted to go to the library where the priestesses reside.

What led him to think to go there instead? For what purpose?

Why choose to give the necklace to Gwyn specifically? Why gift it to anyone at all, for that matter? He could've returned it to the Palace of Thread and Jewels as he originally intended. He could've even just thrown it into the river and be done with it. Yet something led him to think of Gwyn instead.

Possibilities:

Azriel wanted to avoid potential embarassment returning the necklace could bring

He was tired and wanted to return home but wanted to get rid of the necklace, so giving the necklace to someone in the library was most convenient

He wanted someone to have the necklace regardless and when he considered who to give it to, Gwyn came to mind

Clotho is angling her had in curiosity. Azriel probably has never asked for someone in the library by name, or brought a gift for someone for that matter. As far as we know Azriel doesn't have direct connections with the priestesses in the library aside from Gwyn.

Possibilities as to why Azriel doesn't want Gwyn to know it's from him:

Since Elain and Gwyn's lives don't intersect, Azriel maintaining anonymity will prevent them from finding out the truth about the necklace. Elain will move on thinking Azriel got rid of the necklace (likely returning it) and Gwyn can just think it's someone from the library, and Azriel can go scot-free

2. Azriel doesn't want Gwyn to think the gift is an aftertought out of guilt or pity based on their interaction

3. Azriel doesn't want Gwyn to think the necklace means anything important

4. Azriel doesn't want to have his gift possibly rejected

Clotho is pushing for truth behind Azriel's actions. For Gwyn's sake or his own? Trying to get him to be honest with himself?

Azriel is uncomfortable with Gwyn knowing the gift is from him but ok with her thinking it's from Rhys. This is Rhys' last on-page interaction with Gwyn (ACOSF):

Gwyn, however, stilled, those large teal eyes looking even more unearthly as they widened. No fear tinged her scent, but rather something like surprise—awe. Rhys threw her an easy smile, one Nesta would have bet was crafted to put people at ease in his oh-so-magnificent presence. The casual smile of a male used to people either fleeing in terror or falling to their knees in worship. “Hello, Gwyn,” he said warmly. “Good to see you again.” Gwyn blushed, shaking herself out of her stupor, and bowed low. “My lord.”

Gwyn thinks positively of Rhys, so it's possible Az knows Gwyn would receive the gift well if she thought it was from him. This would bring about complications, however, because we know Gwyn is an inquisitive person and would likely want to thank Rhys for the gift, leading Rhys to finding out the truth behind the gift. Az would get into more trouble with Rhys.

Azriel is considerate of others, not only because he is innately so but also due to a lifetime of witnessing the abuse his mother suffered at the hands of his father. He wants to be better and do better for others, even if he cannot see he is worthy of being and doing better for himself.

There's a hint of embarrassment and desperation. He really wants to do away with the necklace without any more complications. He probably thought he was just going to show up, get Clotho's agreement to give the necklace to Gwyn without all the questioning and walk away. Instead he is being challenged to face himself when he doesn't want to.

Clotho knows there's more to the necklace than Azriel is letting on. It could be that she is naturally perceptive or she has seen much with the priestesses that have come to the library through the years, or both.

Grim: depressing, gloomy, worrying

The eyes are the window to the soul. Azriel feels deep sadness and yet he tries to bring the conversation back to surface level by bringing up the snowball fight, as he did previously with Gwyn. Always keeping things at surface level, as he has also done with Elain.

Does anyone truly, deeply know him? I think Rhysand is the only one who's come the closest to that.

Clotho has seen and known too much to be easily fooled

I don't think Clotho has ever seen Azriel interact with Gwyn, but I think she sees Az coming into the library to give Gwyn a gift as an act of friendship, even if he doesn't.

"He wouldn't go so far as to call Gwyn a friend, but..."

Azriel hadn't taken the time to consider what his and Gwyn's relationship is prior to this, BUT now he is thinking about it.

By ending the sentence this way, the author has left Az and Gwyn's relationship undefined or open ended. Undefined can become friend, allies, work partners and lovers or even more and it's possible the author will explore this in a future book.

Azriel concedes to Clotho labeling them as friends. So if and when Gwyn discovers who gave her the necklace she will consider him as such if she doesn't already.

Gwyn has suffered and sacrificed much in her short life. She deserves beauty and joy amidst the tragedies that shadow her.

Why did something spark in Azriel's chest at the mention of the joy this gift will bring Gwyn? Possibilties:

Azriel likes to serve others and knowing this gift will make Gwyn happy makes his feel good about himself

This is a hint of the mating bond awakening in him

He is beginning to think of Gwyn as a friend and he's glad she'll have joy

He is fond of Gwyn and wants her to have joy

It's very similar to mate language found in the Maasverse across all three series (Throne of Glass, A Court of Thornes and Roses, Crescent City)

There is a sense of permanence in this section. Gwyn lingers in Azriel's thoughts and that's important to note, especially since the chapter began with Azriel's mind occupied by one female, yet now another lingers in it.

"For whatever reason": This section seems to be an opening for a future story to be explored.

The author could've written Azriel erase the thought, ignore it, reject it or even respond with disgust, yet she chose to have him tuck it away. Based on the definition of the term, this information will be useful in the future.

He pictured Gwyn's joy and the light in her eyes, and that brought out his own joy, causing him to react positively with a slight smile, meaning he liked picturing Gwyn that way. Implies affection or the beginnings of affection, whether platonic or romantic. It remains to be seen where the author will take this.

"Buried the image down deep": again, the author chose to have Azriel save the image of Gwyn's joy and light in her eyes. Like a precious jewel in a safety box for safekeeping. Or a seed buried in the soil, primed to grow and take root in due time if properly nurtured.

"where it glowed quietly": Azriel is keeping it alive and sustained. He chose to hold onto the image instead of letting it go. It is quiet, perhaps waiting for its time.

A contrast to when this exact description appeared earlier in the chapter. Where before it was used to describe the necklace Azriel offered Elain, it is now used to describe the image of Gwyn's joy and the light in her teal eyes. Where before it was used to describe an inanimate object, it is now used to describe a person's specific facial feature and positive emotion. Implies the latter has more substance and more value.

#azriel shadowsinger #elain archeron #acosf #azriel bonus chapter #wandering mind #sjm give us peace #elain acotar #gwyneth berdara #gwyn berdara #azriel #elain #pro azriel #pro elain #pro gwyn

[fourthclone]

upon further thought and discussing my current feelings with a friend, i think that for rn the healthiest thing for me to do is to go on a short indefinite hiatus instead of a semi-hiatus.

vent/a bit of where i’m at atm - it IS rp related so feel free to skip. TLDR im taking an emotional and mental health break for my own sanity.

i think that it’s safe to say that i’ve been struggling for a long while in this fandom? and this has been going on since 2020. and while i won’t go into explicit details about my feelings and what ive experienced bc it is a lot and i don’t want my negativity all over the dash, it gets very exhausting trying to portray this character as one who deserves his place in the final fantasy vii compilation as a whole just as much as any other character. it hurts a lot feeling like i somehow have to prove that.

and it has hurt to have people come into my hc posts in the past to complain about retcons as if i somehow had something to do with them by simply applying what’s been shown to me in remake and rebirth. i’ve always tried my best to be respectful to pre-established content, and i’ve always tried to incorporate roche in a way that does not directly contradict previously established lore. i understand the frustration. but my passionate headcanon posts about my muse are not a space for you to vent your frustrations about how -square enix- has retconned SOLDIER lore. i’m trying to make sense of it myself.

yet there are times where i do feel as though i’m encroaching on people’s fond memories of the original compilation by writing this character, and if you think i’m being sensitive about it, i don’t feel like i am completely irrational in feeling this way. this has been happening since 2020, and it’s tiring always having that in the back of my head, to the point where i sincerely approached one of my friends far prior to rebirth to tell them i wasn’t going to go along w this blog because simply put, i just didn’t want to put up w that again - i feel welcomed most of the time - but lore-wise and universe-wise, only to a certain extent at times.

however, i also realize that this is a severe discredit and slap in the face to people who have been nothing but kind to me and i am immensely grateful for that. fandom is a lot better than it was in 2020. it was absolute chaos back then. and the people who have been kind and receptive to this muse and who have been respectful VASTLY outweigh those who have not been.

and so i’m writing this to acknowledge that because i’m seeing a consistent pattern of hyperfocus on the wrong things ( likely because fandom as a whole has slowed down and so has my energy levels, giving me too much room to ruminate ) , the best course of action is to take a complete step back, despite me loving this character utterly. i think it will make me feel a lot better to take some time to focus on other things and keep my mind off negative thoughts. come back with a better perspective. i don’t want to sully this blog with bad vibes or. somehow appearing like sb who wants to be pitied or comforted all the time. when the bad feelings get too big, its simply time to take a step back.

i profusely apologize for my emotionally unstable behavior as of late, so i’ll be taking a step back for my own mental wellbeing. i am not certain when i’ll be back, but i am hoping it won’t take long. at least. i don’t plan on this becoming a lengthy thing longer than a month. i will keep you guys posted.

i am open to discord roleplays via discord at mooglerific. i will be focusing exclusively on tohru adachi for a while over at @infog, albeit on a semi-hiatus level.

i appreciate you guys greatly! stay safe!

#⚡ ⸺ ❝ hear ye ; hear ye ! [ psa ] #⚡ ⸺ ❝ moghome . [ ooc ]

[seeminglydark]

1. would caro and john be into the tv show, the x-files? would they buy tapes of the episodes and talk about their own conspiracies and guess about the outcomes of the episodes.

2. also your comic has help peak my interest for the supernatural and conspiracy theories. what are some stories or theories that you’ve learned about that you have found the most interesting? and were you a believer before starting your comics or has your interest grown as you’ve continued with your comics.

3.lastly, i’m trying to buy more secondhand items and become the diy punk that i’ve aspired to be since high school (too afraid since i was a closeted trans man and living with an unaccepting family), any tips?

i, like john, try to stay away from modern tech as much as i can. i’m able to stay off my phone for the most part and rarely use my computer but i’ve been looking around and audiobooks on cassette are kinda expensive around me so i like to narrate book as i read them in paperback. i was wondering if canonically john uses resources such as the library and what his favorite books and movies are. i love horror and am just now getting into sci-fi and i love watching movies on my vcr + tv combo and i sometimes use a blu-ray player for more rare or expensive (at least in vhs format) movies.

sorry for the long winded paragraph, i’m unfortunately unable to escape my strict household (despite being an adult) until i find a job and am able to save every cent. i also tend to isolate myself so i have no friends to help me out. sorry to vent to you about this but i just wanted to end this by saying your comic and characters inspire me and give me hope that i’ll be okay once i’m free.

YES. John is obsessed with x-files. every once in a while you can see he has the iconic 'i want to believe' poster in his younger years on his walls. He still has it as an adult. both caro and john like watching those together, they also enjoy the twilight zone, charmed, Buffy (they they agree the corny movie from '92 is the best) and those old Bruce Campbell shows noones heard of, re: Brisco County Jr. I think as kids they theorize, and as adults they talk about everything everyone gets wrong, now that they know how these things really work. John can always guess WhoDunnit.

Ive always been interested in the idea of the supernatural. im a big skeptic though, ill be honest there, even though ive had many 'experiences' myself. i kinda like the idea of the unbelievable. definitely making the comics has peaked my interest in things i wasn't too keenly aware of before, like cryptids. im fascinated by the concept of Missing 411, and missing people who reappear somewhere else, but Liminal Spaces hold my heart specifically. ive always been keenly aware of the off feeling in those places before i even knew what that meant. i love scouring the internet for images of things like abandoned hotels that give me a weird kind of uneasy, most of the things people tag as Liminal aren't really that, so its a scavenger hunt to find something that fits my idea of it. coming up with the lore of my stories has been an adventure. my interest has definitely grown, more in places and phenomenon than in ghosts specifically.

there are so mnay things you can do to diy punk stuff, in my opinion thats the best and most rewarding way. it sounds to me that you need to start small and slow for your safety, so let me reassure you right here anon, that punk is a set of ideals, and not just fashion. youre still punk no matter what youre wearing. a jacket or vest is always a good place to start, you can literally buy ANYTHING at the thift store that strikes your fancy. this is a canvas you will be adding too for as long as its yours. once you have your canvas, its time to create, and there is literally no wrong way to do this. you can use paint markers, embroidery, bleach, ect. dont have money for spikes and studs? you can use soda can tabs and bend them, metal lighter caps, hell even staples and safety pins always look cool. you can make your own badges by bending metal soda or beer caps around a soda tab with a safety pin through it and then paint whatever you want on the cap. dental floss is what you usually see when punks have the white stitching on their pants and jackets, its durable and doesn't break, since crust and gutter punks need tough clothes that last. if you're worried about your family, i would personalize it first in small secret ways that are just for you, such as a message beneath your collar as seen here on my friends jacket. and here, and here! he hides patches on the inside as well! Im including a pic of john hiding a patch on caros varsity jacket as well. i will post my jackets one day, my camera is broken but i figured id share his since he hides things more than i do!

John absolutely uses the library, its a fantastic resource for SO many things, depending on where you're located. He would also probably use a digital reader later, because many of them you can get library cards on and borrow books that way. he is not a strong reader so he mostly reads books that may be under his age level, like goosebumps, but who cares, do what you enjoy. movie wise hes very obsessed with cosmic horror (hence the UFO tattoo) his favorites are Alien, The Thing, Killer Klowns from Outer Space and the Blob from the 80s. both he and Caro love the original Evil Dead franchise, horror comedy like American Werewolf in London, lost boys, etc.

Thank you, Anon, for the long winded paragraph. You asked some really fun questions for me to answer, i love nothing more than to talk about my characters, it was a really nice little break from editing a new podcast episode. I am so so sorry about your situation, and i am sending you all the best and all the love and strength that you can come out of this free and on the other side and live as yourself. If my comics and characters stories can provide a tiny bit of hope that its going to be ok, than ive succeeded at what i set out to do. wishing you all the best. and look into your library, they may have resources to help you with this as well.

#rj rambles #ask me things #punk stuff #diy #horror things #supernatural things #anon

[struck-by-the-rain]

was inspired by a few other ppl on here to drop some of the kind of cringy tropey lore I made up about these 2,,, mostly how they met n stuff and how I personally see emm.... im v normal about them I prommy

maintagging this perhaps but it's under the read more so if u dgaf u can just look at the silly picture

ok sooo

they meet completely by accident because This Space Kicker In Particular (who I'm calling SK) gets a try again in space soccer and crash lands outside the karate family residence. he's fine though, probably because he's subject to cartoon physics or something (might rewrite this bit of the lore bc it's kinda goofy but it's the first thing I thought of).

v predictably they start out playing soccer together, like they take a ball to the park or whatever n just having a kick around. but they move on to hanging out in a non-soccer context pretty quickly. i imagine sk's really curious to see what earth is like (it's probably his first time there), like he's filled w whimsy and joy just to go to the cafe n stuff :) joe is meeting him behind seniors back!

sk isn't joes only friend - hes friends w yuka n the wandering samurai n a few others, but i don't know if he's actually close with them? partially because he's busy training, partially because he's quite a reserved person, n to me at least I think he struggles a lot with self-doubt/feeling inadequate for anyone around him (partially as a result of the way he was raised). not to get Angsty on main but I think he ascribes wayyy too much of his self worth on his training... I think he has a tendency to try and isolate himself from others, both physically and emotionally

sk is the opposite (tropey ik lmao) - he's v outgoing, silly n carefree almost to the point where he gets on people's nerves sometimes (he's cowboy sk's "annoying little brother" to me). I don't think he fully gets/realises exactly why joe is v reserved but I think he manages to grow close w him in spite of that... idk how to word it. but I think he's such a ray of sunshine he's able to break through whatever exterior joe has put up for himself (ik how cheesy that sounds but yeah)

ive made a post about this before but joe is v v v affection starved (because Basement) and does a terrible job at hiding it to the point where he just melts over the smallest things. sk meanwhile is suuuuuper physically affectionate so yeah

I haven't worked out exactly when this happens but I think they just kinda fall for each other over time, it takes a while for both of them to realise its mutual tho....

joe alsooo gets flustered veryyyy easily (source: karate man 2 ds superb screen). sk probs picks up on this right away lmao

im thinking sk is out here dropping the most obvious hints... but joe refuses to believe that sk would see him in that way. idk he probs does the wildest mental gymnastics assuming that sk is just being nice or it's like,,, a social norm up on his planet lmfao.

but yeah he eventually works it out too in the end... probably partially because he begins to learn to be a bit more confident in himself over time. i think they get to a point where they both v much know it's mutual but r too awkward to do anything about it/don't wanna mess up their close friendship/are too worried about the logistics/implications of living on other planets n senior. so they don't like acc Say anything or whatever for a while. but it's obvious n only gets worse over time lmfao. see the pic above the cut

blehhh silly thought but I hc sk to be besties with 6switcher who I think gets fed up of his shittt... like hes just like "Oh My God Please Just Tell Him. Like Please".

in my mind palace they end up going to the battle of the bands (joes a huge fan of the rockers but he's never been able to see them live before). and ummm after the concert they end up sitting outside live house ogu watching the stars together,,,, and u kno,,,, they kith.... woaw,,,,, but yeah I think because botb is the 1 time in game they "meet" (if u can even call it that) I thought it would be cute if it's where they end up getting together as a couple :)

hmmm like inconsequential shit unrelated to the main story but they find remix 9 cat as a stray kitten at some point during all of this n joe takes it in... i think I could do a follow up post about what happens next in the lore after botb because this is already mega long but they eventually end up living together on sk's planet and the cat comes w them :)

oh adding this on acc after I posted it, but I think when joe meets sk it's like,,, the first time in his life where he hasn't felt lonely...

#punch kick toe #this is v tropey and cringe lmao but i had to share #i havent written any of this down before #posts this and runs away #rhythm heaven #i wanted to give like... context for my drawings of em idk #idk this is just how i see them in my mind palace ymmv

[galacticleague]

speaking my truth on npmd because im thinking about this alot. i think the reason it falls flatter than tgwdlm and bf as a musical is that tgwdlm and bf have a running theme — want.

(whole thing undercut)

the cast of tgwdlm want human connection - charlotte wants sam to love her, bill wants alice to love him, mr davidson wants his wife to choke him while he jerks off etc etc, and eventually paul goes from 'i want what anyone wants, money, kids, a partner maybe idk' to - to put it simply - wanting emma (putting it very simply, if i went into detail this post would go off the rails). this switch is what makes him vulnerable to the hive and this want to live and to survive and to be happy with emma is satiated by pokey by giving him the connection he craves via hivemind, this is how it works for everyone. they want to be happy, pokey makes them happy by removing any need to want anything in the first place.

similarly, in bf, the adults of hatchetfield are still miserable and they want to be happy, they have this void within them that they feel they need to fill with products and consumerism. if they buy this stupid fucking doll their kids will love them, they will be happy, etc etc. and this want to be happy is similarly satiated by wiggly via the cult - they have something to worship, or - in lindas case - people who worship them. they have purpose, or at least they think they do, but whether their problems have actually been solved or not - they are still content.

but in npmd, this is less solid. theres that bit where they have to sacrifice what they want the most, but this is near the end. its kind of all over the place, and this wobbliness(?) is sort of just emphasised by the fact that there is no specific lord in black, its all of them. now i loved the summoning when i first watched it because im obviously a huge hatchetfield fan so i like. know who these characters are but as ive seen others say, alot of npmd does rely on knowing hatchetfield lore - understanding injokes. and in hindsight it just... isnt great for the cohesion of the plot.

tgwdlm and bf both have specific themes, specific lords in black, they have subplots but they have a solid throughline that is easier to follow. to me, npmd feels like its all over the place and it just feels kind of...mid for lack of a better word.

i think there were some moments that were just kind jarring? i guess? like if i loved you coming directly after ruths death was really strange, tonally. i wish they spent more time on ruths death tbh she deserved better. richie got two songs and an opening scene. anyways i digress- i feel like whenever i think about it im always like. i just wanted More. which is weird cuz its already like 2 hours long but idk. IDK!!! if i loved definitely felt unnecessary to me- like just conflict out of nowhere. i would have liked more build up to it. maybe im just salty that it took up stagetime that could have been used to grieve ruth but. sorry for the random if i loved you slander i think my point here is that some moments and some subplots felt more tropey, injokey or like fanservice??but not in a sexual way?? - is that the right word to use idk - than actual compelling plot moments. tgwdlm is an incredible work of theatre and uses subversions of tropes to communicate a great story, bf is a detailed criticism of american consumerism and how capitalistic societies force people to rely on products to make their lives better, npmd is. high school drama with ghosts. it just doesnt hit as hard on its own.

i dont want to be one of those "im a better writer, and THIS is how i would have done it!!!! im going to fix this!!!" people so im not going to do that but i think something i would have liked to see was focus on just one lord in black, probably nibbly because i feel like he fits the most and has the least preexisting story. i mean for gods sake, why does wiggly have the most speech time out of all the lords in black again!!! he already has an entire musical about him!!! greedy bitch- well i guess thats kind of his thing. i think i just want to see more of nibbly tbh, he has one nmt story and he only shows up at the very end. anyways that was kind of a side rant sorry gang. there isnt a problem with having a story featuring all the lords in black, but i think it just doesnt quite work in npmd for like structural reasons as well as plot cohesion.

i did enjoy npmd, im not pretending i didnt, but narratively it is the weakest hatchetfield musical and i just wanted to put my finger on what it is specifically. please dont take this as like hate or slander, i am a huge starkid fan, but i think it is important to consume media critically.

also i am not a professional i am a teenage drama and english lit student who likes media analysis and narrative design so just. take everything i say with a grain of salt :)

if you read all this, thankyou and if you disagree please lmk what you think(civilly.i do not want discourse in my notes)!! i could be hugely wrong about this and just need to think more about npmd and id love to see others' analyses!

#long post #sorry gang #i feel like people are gonna be like “oh but its fun and silly sometimes things are just fun and silly” and yeah i know that #look at my url and pfp. starship is my favourite starkid musical like yeah i Know that #but within the context of the hatchetfield series #it just feels...weak. compared to the other musicals #IDK! idk #this was inspired by that one starcanwrecked confession btw i should go back and rb that #please dont crucify me for this #npmd #starkid #hatchetfield #npmd analysis #hatchetfield analysis

[herethereverywhere]

making myself sad thinking about rachel going to the queen willingly by the way

#sonder thoughts #this is something ive been thinking about for a while of like #yes the bayou crew let rachel wander into the woods but how did the hive take her #and my brain has decided the worst most deeply painful route for me specifically #is to have rachel be so bone deep empathetic and love wildlife #and have the queen choose her as its puppet for that reason