#half vent

I wish irls and people close to me could just ask whos fronting and actually be interested

I wish i could just share my experiences to people who ask

I wish i could just be open about my plurality in general

I wish people outside of just system spaces could just treat us as different beings and try to get to know each member

I want to be treated as 30 different friends, not 1 friend whos many.

Were our own people, i exist, we exist, i want to bring light to that.

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Robby hates fathers day because he feels bad every time he is mistaken as Dennis's dad when they are in public together, brings up the fact that Dennis is younger and he still feels guilty because Dennis is literally half his age. Dennis always takes it in stride telling whoever asks that they are in a very loving relationship while holding Robbys hand and playing with his fingers until he gets out of his head.

When they get home they spend the night doing nothing crazy, just dining in and talking but before they go to bed Robby thinks about the time Dennis confessed.

Telling him he loves him and running away after, practically tripping over his own shoes and leaving Robby alone holding an umbrella he had offered to the other man because it was supposed to rain later and he was walking to the bus stop because Trinity wasn't on shift that day.

Robby had immediately ran inside to pull Jack aside from the case he had been working on, telling him Dennis confessed and pacing telling Jack that he was scared. Scared that he made himself seem better than he was to the younger man, that he had groomed him into thinking he was someone worth loving. Terrified that if he acted on it (cause he wanted to, god he wanted to) then it would ruin everything, ruin Dennis who was too bright and too happy to be stuck with a disappointment like him.

Jack had laughed in his face, saying he was stupid while patting his back. Telling him that the kid had been trailing him around like a puppy since his first day and the feeling was obviously mutual so why wouldn't he try?

'and if I ruin it?' Robby croaked, tears burning his eyes.

'then you fix it, and grovel until he understands that you love him more than anything.' Jack shrugged, patting his shoulder one final time before leaving Robby alone on the roof.

Robby had texted Dennis about an hour later, asking if he wanted to get coffee on Saturday.

Is it bad that I lowk don't want ppl to see my twotime and azure as like, the same as canon azure and twotime? I feel like we group together the different versions of characters as if they are just the original characters. Yes, my version of twotime and azure are still those characters, but they are specifically my versions of those characters.

I feel like this is mostly stemming from my anxiety about people who kin or see themselves as the characters. I have nothing against people who see themselves as TwoTime or Azure, hell, I kind of consider myself both of them. But seeing how real people see these characters as themselves makes me feel very paranoid about what I post sometimes.

People have boundaries, and I wouldn't want to post something that would make someone uncomfortable, but at the same time-- these are my personal interpretations of these characters.

I also feel like the reason so many people will kin or consider themselves a character is mostly because of self projection. You find a character you relate to a lot and then you fill in the blanks with things from your life.

I have nothing against this, in fact I find it quite fascinating and relatable in some ways. I just want people here to know the my versions of Azuretime are very personal to me, and although I don't disconnect them from the original characters and I'm completely fine if my interpretation is adopted by someone else or is used as inspiration. I want to make it clear that my Azuretime have their own separate identities from the canon ones, and would be better off considered an au version of them.

Why I'm making this post? because I want to make it clear that I am drawing and writing those characters as extensions of myself, the people I've met, my fears, and my experiences. No one else's.