#— ❛ atlas isms. ❛

[allgremlinart]

I think Katara deserves to have a little gayboy she carries around in her purse like a chihuahua and that she leaves on the subway when she gets sick of him

[laxcoleccion]

i am in control.

it felt unjust, the way he’d rather risk the loss of our art over antiquated customs. such traditions risked full eradication; people who could not defend themselves left room only to be wounded. i channel this, dive headfirst into the anger that bubbles inside me and allow it to lead my bending. every droplet of water that surrounds us seems to be calling to me, urging me to wrap it around my fingers and meld it into my next attack. 

i summon them, and the small whip of water suddenly enlarges and breaks the miles-deep ice he stands above. master pakku was the master of gatekeeping. fast on his feet, he slides away, avoiding my attacks, each time fueling me like monstrous waves seeking to destroy everything in its path. i scream in frustration, and the water beneath me shoots up and surrounds me, and i toss ice knives toward his every direction. breathing is heavy, and the brightness of the north pole is dizzying, but i cannot give up. i would never give up. 

his words just as much as his nonchalant energy drive me to dig deeper than i even knew existed in me…go back to the healing huts where the women belong…

i hoped to send him there personally, at the mercy of other women who weren’t me, and for that he’d be lucky. 

“you can’t knock me down!” i yell, stabilizing myself in place despite the shots pointed in my direction. we go on, each respective hit leaving him the same, and me breathless. i look deranged, hair flying in every direction, until he finally captures me in a prison of icicles, as wide as my body and too tall to climb out of. this ensues a cry out of me, i wasn’t ready for this to end. i needed him to feel my wrath, and a darker side of me wanted to plunge him into the abyss depths of my anger; drown him in it to awaken his sense of humanity…in truth, this deep-seated darkness terrified me but i decided it was for another time to deal with. 

i want to shout what a coward he is, but before i can the icicles melt, and he’s reminiscing over my grandmother’s necklace, proving the point i was trying to make all along; some customs were not worth their strictness. 

it was because of her that i was the person i was, after all. 

[brckensociety]

°˖✧ WHAT ETHEREAL VIBE DO YOU GIVE OFF? °˖✧

arachne is... a shapeshifter

you adapt to situations and people rather quickly, and you pull it off so effortlessly, how sexy of you. still a little closed off, much to your many admirers' dismay. you could probably carry around a tiny blade strapped to your thigh and nobody would question it. in fact I think the drooling and gawking might increase by 30% at least.

billy loomis is... a 300 year old vampire

you've lived through the 80s- you're pretty sure you've seen it all. wandering around the world aimlessly, you're kinda tired of everyone gawking at your otherworldly, dark beauty every time you round a corner, so you tend to leave humans alone. and yet you feel the need to use your wisdom and guide those who are lost in the world. you're pretty chill but also will bust a tear at the mere sight of a sunrise or sunset

april riley is... a woodland fairy

so heartbreakingly selfless, it's enchanting to everyone around you, especially strangers. you are loved, adored, by everyone who gets to know you well and gets to call you their friend. sprinkle a little pixie dust on your loaf of bread and have a heavenly day you lovely creature

atlas is... a angel

all eyes are always fixed on you every time you enter a room. no matter what colour your wings are, you embody that colourful aura and everyone is drawn to you. you may not be one for too many words, but your eyes convey many feelings with just one look. be a little obsessed with yourself, I promise you it's ok

peach is a... mysterious bookstore owner

your bookstore/tea garden/cafe is a haven for many who were lucky enough to stumble across your (very well) hidden store. you may or may not be a very powerful immortal who now lives a quiet life. you share a likeness to someone in a photo hung up on your wall that was taken in 1902, but no one's really questioned it yet. only your most loyal customers are privy to your colourful past. oh the scandal and mystery of it all

hazard is a... 300 year old vampire

you've lived through the 80s- you're pretty sure you've seen it all. wandering around the world aimlessly, you're kinda tired of everyone gawking at your otherworldly, dark beauty every time you round a corner, so you tend to leave humans alone. and yet you feel the need to use your wisdom and guide those who are lost in the world. you're pretty chill but also will bust a tear at the mere sight of a sunrise or sunset

dixie is a... greek mythology entity

a hush falls over the crowd just by the mere mention of your name. you've been around, you've done and seen it all, and you're still thirsty for knowledge and power. your conquests are heard of all around the world, especially how great you look in leather pants. seriously no one's managed to pull this look off, props to you

diesel is... a mysterious bookstore owner

your bookstore/tea garden/cafe is a haven for many who were lucky enough to stumble across your (very well) hidden store. you may or may not be a very powerful immortal who now lives a quiet life. you share a likeness to someone in a photo hung up on your wall that was taken in 1902, but no one's really questioned it yet. only your most loyal customers are privy to your colourful past. oh the scandal and mystery of it all

velvet is... a 300 year old vampire

you've lived through the 80s- you're pretty sure you've seen it all. wandering around the world aimlessly, you're kinda tired of everyone gawking at your otherworldly, dark beauty every time you round a corner, so you tend to leave humans alone. and yet you feel the need to use your wisdom and guide those who are lost in the world. you're pretty chill but also will bust a tear at the mere sight of a sunrise or sunset

tagged by: @ruinedsoulsrp tagging: @cfthesoul, @angelsdvsts, @wefxundwonderland & whoever else wants to do it and sees this!

[orbicularia]

new tags (males).

[jo-harrington]

Antiquing v. Thrifting (Eddie Munson x Reader)

Summary: You have a little booth at the local antique market and the owner of the neighboring booth tends to get on your nerves.

Word Count: 2.5k

Pairing: Older!Eddie Munson/Reader

Warnings/Themes: Slight enemies to lovers, meet cute, misunderstandings, fluff, banter

Note: This is a late birthday gift to one of my fandom loves who has become an amazing friend IRL too. @bettyfrommars. Betty thank you for being one of my weirdo soulmates, loving old gameshows, wishing we could live in a mid century modern house with all of the original fun appliances. You are one of my favorite people and since I can't send you my bowling ball (one day) I've written this for you. Love you.

You can find my masterlist here.

Please do not interact if you are not 18+.

Enjoy!

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There was not much to drive you to want to murder someone. In fact, you would say that you were probably one of the most easygoing people you knew. And you knew plenty of people.

But the person at the receiving end of your ire, and the target of your bloodlust, was one of the most inconsiderate assholes you knew.

Actually, you didn’t even know who it was.

You’d been one of the vendors at The Little Traveler's Antique Market for years. You had a booth along the back wall, acquired when you realized your love of vintage Pyrex was getting a little too overzealous for your shoebox-cum-condo. Besides, the thrill of the hunt was the real thing that you enjoyed: estate sales and rummage sales and thrift stores were filled with treasures just waiting for you to find.

So a few shelves of Gooseberry and Butterprint went up, and eventually it turned into a haven for all sorts of vintage pieces. It was a shrine to your whims, rather than any real desire to find monetary value. Of course, people seemed to flock to it, so the cash you made from it was nice..but that was neither here nor there.

It was something you were good at, and something you loved. You'd met some very interesting people--and some of your closest friends--because of it. Heard the best stories.

Unfortunately, you'd also met some of the most insufferable people because of it too. Or rather, in this case, one insufferable person you pointedly had not met.

It had started when a bunch of Royal Doulton character mugs showed up in your space. And they weren't terrible, but they just weren't yours. Your hand-picked selection of Hazel Atlas glasses had been carelessly shoved to the side on a vintage mahogany sideboard you'd painstakingly hauled in, and in their place were Paddy and Toby and George Fucking Washington, all staring goofily up at you.

Ok, so maybe the Anne Boleyn one wasn't bad.

It was the principle of it. There were unspoken rules in an Antique Market. You just didn't encroach on someone else's space.

You painted the kindest smile you could manage--which, in all honesty, probably looked more like you were baring your teeth--and headed up to the front to confront the manager of the market.

"Margie," you began with a saccharine tone. You set the Anne Boelyn mug down on the counter. "May I kindly ask who Seller 86 is?"

"Oh, that's our new guy," she laughed, oblivious. "Ed. Great guy. He's got some fun stuff."

"Yeah, real fun."

"We did a little shuffle over the weekend," she continued, diving into one of her rambling midwest-isms. "Jim wanted to downsize, which opened a bigger space for Michelle to move into. One thing led to another, and I put Ed in Chelle's old space, next to yours. Hope you don't mind."

What could you say except a cordial of course not? Even as you were left to grumble and mope back to your booth to move all of the Royal Doulton back to Ed's new space. You set them out on a folding table he had in the corner, very nice and neat, which was your standard.

You might have also left a little, tiny, friendly, scathing note.

No big deal.

And you wouldn't lie, you snooped a little.

Come on, everyone else would, too. It was just...shopping. Not snooping.

You couldn't judge the wild array of things he had for sale; much like you, it seemed that everything in Ed's booth was suited to his tastes, because there was just a vibe of "who in their right mind would put some of this shit together." Little taxidermy animals playing poker, postcards from the most random places, vintage beer and coffee cans that, though empty, looked as new as the day they were bought. Garfield and Snoopy memorabilia. And mugs...so many mugs, as far as the eye could see.

It was charming, you could admit that, as long as it all stayed on his side of the vaguely-defined boundary between your booths.

Unfortunately, it did not.

It was never anything major but it was enough to annoy you. Books left out on a table, vinyl records in a crate in a corner, gaudy biker costume jewelry thrown in one of your mixing bowls. Each time you went to restock your booth, you'd have to find whatever treasures he left behind and return them, along with another note.

It was like finding the secret little corner where your cat pissed because they were mad at you. Admittedly, this might've been worse because you were proud. So very proud of your booth. It was a snapshot of you, after all. But that was sullied by little pieces of Ed, a guy you didn't even know, who seemed to enjoy pissing strangers off.

Every week, he metaphorically photobombed your snapshot at the last second and your perfect polaroid had bunny ears.

Or a crude gesture.

Or sometimes even his whole, bare ass.

And you were simply not vindictive enough to do anything about it.

It just wasn't worth the trouble to actually return the favor to him, or better yet, get him kicked from the market altogether. What if his little booth was his livelihood? What if this was how he made ends meet? Your pride wasn't worth ruining something for someone else.

Yes. You were a pushover.

You, surprisingly, got a reprieve for a few weeks.

Each time you'd gone to restock your booth with fun new treasures, there were no hidden trinkets waiting for you. Actually, Ed's booth didn't even look like it had been restocked or touched at all. There were holes in his displays where his wares had been purchased but not replenished. Was he on vacation? Maybe he was under the weather.

You took it upon yourself to spend a few minutes shuffling his mugs like a good neighbor would.

It was a disappointment relief.

Why wouldn't it be a relief? It wasn't like you'd started looking forward to what and where you'd find Ed's little surprises. It wasn't the thrill you'd get when the adrenaline spiked with your anger.

No, not at all.

"What's got you so pouty?" Margie asked as you trudged through the doors about three weeks after Ed's initial disappearance. "Did Dunkin get your coffee wrong again? That's how I know my morning is gonna be shitty."

"Must've woken up on the wrong side of the bed," you gave a weak excuse and headed towards your booth.

You were juggling an armful of tote bags and your coat, so you didn't notice the stranger standing in your space as you approached, until they turned around and spotted you.

"Oh, hey, lemme help you with that," came the rasp of a friendly voice as you rounded the corner. You looked up, surprised, as a set of hands hoisted the heaviest of your tote bags from your grasp.

He was like a relic, frozen in time. In a good way, though, like a well-kept polaroid from the 80s. Faded band tee, bootcut blue jeans, leather jacket that looked butter-soft from eons of wear. His hair was on the longer side and tied back; salt-and-pepper streaks proudly confirmed his personal antique status, along with the crows feet surrounding his deep, warm brown eyes.

He was a gentleman...and he was cute.

You felt like an idiot as your eyes slid down to his left hand on instinct. But there was no ring, so that self-loathing feeling disappeared. Well, no wedding ring, actually. He had a gunmetal band on his pointer finger, and a silver signet ring on his pinky.

Time returned to its appropriate speed as he hauled the tote onto your folding table just a few feet away.

"Jesus, what've you got in here? Bricks?" he laughed. "Are you trying to put Home Depot out of business?"

"Uh..." You floundered for words. "P-pewter tea pots. One of my regulars is getting married. Asked me to keep an eye out for them for her centerpieces."

"Never seen that at a wedding before."

"How many weddings have you been to?" You questioned.

"Well, my buddy Gareth alone has gotten married 3 times." He folded his arms across his chest and leaned his hip against your sideboard. "So I think I've got a pretty good chance that I've seen it all.

"Is there anything I can help you find today?" you asked, laying your best customer service voice on thickly. You busied yourself with unpacking your bags so you wouldn't have to look at the charming, crooked smile that settled on his mouth. "Was there anything that caught your eye before my hopeless self stumbled over here?"

"Ah," he pushed off the sideboard and tilted his head up so he could scratch along the length of his neck. "I, uh, was looking at your cookie jars, actually."

"Oh yeah?" You looked up at that and glanced over to the hutch in the corner that held an array of Pillsbury doughboys in various, charming poses. "Can I tell you a secret? I used to hate watching commercials with Poppin' Fresh. That claymation was frightening. I think he's pretty cute now, though."

You abandoned your unpacking and approached the hutch to try and figure which cookie jar he'd been intrigued by. You picked up a jar that had its lid askew and were about to ask if he wanted you to bring it up to the counter for him, when you lifted the lid and looked inside.

And found a rubber-banded stack of Metallica cassettes carefully nestled inside.

You felt your face get hot as you stared at the track listing and colorful cover art of Ride the Lightning. Coincidentally the same album that was on this newcomer's t-shirt.

"So," you huffed and slammed the lid on the cookie jar, careless of any damage it might cause. "You're Ed, huh?"

He chuckled behind you, "Eddie, actually. I prefer to go by Eddie. But yeah, that's me." You pivoted on your heel and glared at him; he faltered under your burning gaze. "Nice to, uh, meet you. Neighbor."

And with that, you let him have it.

You might've blacked out at some point during the absolute barrage of a verbal dressing down you gave him. How dare he not respect the etiquette of the market and stay within the confines of his allotted space, how dare he waste your time week after week as simply minded your own business and sold your trinkets, and how dare he ignore every single note that you left behind.

The fucker had the audacity to look amused with every word that fell from your lips.

In the end, you stood there, huffing and puffing as you caught your breath and felt several months of anger finally extinguish.

"You done there, killer?" Eddie asked with a smirk. "You feel better?"

"Yeah," you shouted one last time, then lowered your voice. "Yes I do."

"Alright, good." He nodded. "Gotta get it out sometimes, otherwise you might get an ulcer. Or develop alcoholism."

"Might be close to both, to be honest," you muttered.

"Shit, then I'm extra, extra sorry that I put you through all of that, sweetheart." He laid a hand over his heart. "This is my first rodeo selling in a place like this, I didn't realize that everyone was so...territorial."

"Yeah, well. Most of the time I'm not." Lies. You were a liar. "I think the thing that pissed me off more is that I kept leaving notes for you and you kept ignoring them and messing with my shit."

Eddie looked bashful all of a sudden. "Oh shit. See I thought you were just flirting with me."

Talk about a record-scratch moment; what...what had he just said?

"Flirting?" you asked.

"I mean, yeah, not to sound cocky either because I was definitely flirting right back at you. What do they call it in the movies? A...meet cute moment? I thought it was fun. You leave me a sarcastic, threatening note, and I leave you a little treasure hunt to solve. Like a...fucked up version of You've Got Mail."

"That's nothing like You've Got Mail," you pointed out.

There was a beat.

"I think this is a really good time to mention that I fell asleep halfway through You've Got Mail," he explained with a laugh. "Regardless, I read things wrong. That's on me. But I'm sorry. I'll never do it again."

He held his hand out to you and his brows shifted upwards and behind his dated bangs.

You worried at your bottom lip for a moment and tried to claw at the vestiges of your anger for a second, but this guy...he looked like such a kicked puppy...and you suppose that it was a cute way to flirt with someone you'd never met.

God, you really needed to work on that pushover thing.

"It's alright," you told him as you slid your hand into his and accepted his apology. "As long as you don't do it again."

"Cross my heart," he nodded enthusiastically.

You introduced yourself, formally, and offered your help in the future if he needed it. He introduced himself and told you that he would appreciate any pointers that you had to give.

"I'm pretty new to this whole...thrift thing," he shrugged. "I've had a bunch of this stuff in storage for a while. I used to move around a lot, you accumulate a lot of junk. And then my uncle...some of this stuff is his. Was his. He passed away last year. Finally decided I couldn't keep hoarding it all anymore. Turns out, I had a lot more shit than I thought I did."

"Story of my life," you laughed and offered your condolences. "It's hard, deciding what to keep and what to get rid of."

"Tell me about it."

"But, I do have one main lesson for you," you offered.

"Oh yeah?" he smirked. "Already? Just when I thought I couldn't fuck it up any more."

"It's an Antique Market," you told him. "Not a Thrift Store."

"There's a difference?" Eddie asked sarcastically, although a blush bloomed on his cheeks. "Guess the learning curve is much steeper than I thought."

"It's alright. You'll get it sooner or later." You smiled at him, trying to be as friendly and supportive as you could.

He stared at you for maybe a few seconds too long, then shoved his hands into his pockets and rocked forwards on his heels.

"Maybe you could explain it to me, in-depth?" he questioned. "Antiquing, thrifting, whatever."

"Of course," you agreed, but he cut you off before you could say anything else.

"Over lunch?" He asked with a nervous smile. "There's a great diner up the road. And I figure I owe you one for all the anguish I put you through anyway."

You stared at him in shock for a second, wondering how to respond. First there was the comment about the flirting...and now this. What if he was a creep? But he didn't seem like as much of a jackass as you thought he was...and he was cute.

Oh, what the hell.

"You know what? Why not? I'm a girl who loves a free patty melt," you winked at him bravely. "It's a date!"

[misstrashchan]

In RWBY weapons are a part of a person, an extension of yourself, as Ruby puts it in V1. So, a weapon can say a lot about a person in how it appears and what it's used for.

Looking at Crescent Rose compared to our other main characters' weapons and it's immediately one that stands out from the size alone, it immediately draws our attention, it usually takes up the screen.

Like Ruby, it's striking, awe inspiring and larger than life. It's beautiful, resilient and strong, but evolves to be more adaptable during the Atlas Arc, when Ruby herself has to be more flexible and think outside the box, and her worldview is consistently challenged. It's also very easily the most intricate and complicated design, by her own admission:

"I guess I did go a little overboard in designing it..."

Which, while on the surface means it looks cool and flashy, it's also incredibly complex, just like Ruby.

And as we know from V9, a weapon like that would also be a heavy one to carry at all times too, and it weighs on her. Just like being "Ruby Rose" means to shoulder all the responsibilities and entanglements that come with being who she is, a huntress, a leader, a hero, a spark of hope and light who inspires others. In the end her resolve as a huntress and in who she is, and her purpose, is renewed and stronger than ever before, and wields her weapon once more with confidence.

That doesn't mean her burdens have gotten any lighter though, in fact upon returning to Vacuo, because of her message, all of humanity is now looking to her. No matter how strong, confident and resolved she is, that's a heavy weight for one person to carry alone.

Which brings me to Oscar's weapon, the Long Memory. Which is a cane, smaller, simple and straightforward, but has it's own hidden light stored inside. A cane is meant to take someone's weight by design, that's it's purpose. To be something that's leant on as a crutch when you're hurting to alleviate the pain by taking the pressure off yourself, so moving forward is made easier. Because everyone needs that support sometimes and it's okay to be weak, it doesn't make you lesser, it just makes you human. And it is incredibly human for us to care for and lean on one another for support. That vulnerability leads to our greatest strength as humans.

The one who carries the heaviest weapon vs The one who has a weapon that can be leant on to take pressure off yourself. Ruby who carries a heavy burden and Oscar being someone that can be leant on for support. ooooooohhhh the cymbal ism of it all.

[visenyaism]

the riverdale-ism of megalopolis is actually crazyyyy. i admire it because i think an entirely referential film that is like 50% shakespeare's julius caesar 20% atlas shrugged 30% thomas milton is something between a masterpiece and a nightmare. i see why they didn't release it after 9/11

Cesar Catalina used Megalon to make all those golden walkways material they used to make this movie is called Riverdalon. I see the same bones in them let me rant:

Riverdale, if I am going to be pretentious, which I am💖, is motivated by a love for everything about Americana and media in general that is so powerful it sublimates everything into itself and transcends coherence. it cannot ever leave the teen drama box so there is nothing stopping it from playing toys with genre and reference week after week like oh we did Twin Peaks in the first season we’re doing the godfather next week silence of the lambs a little bit extended secret history arc but the B plot is gonna be uncut gems maybe some saving Private Ryan if we have time. All the musical episodes are weird deep cuts. It subsumes so much into itself that the only thing the show ends up being about is itself, the craft of cinema in microcosm in a shitty teen drama. It insists upon itself and its lack of coherence like a sort of capital kaleidescope to the point where it’s clearer than it is actually motivated by a single distinct vision and I think it’s so beautiful.

Megalopolis has the same complete lack of subtlety, completely incoherent dialogue, and kalaidescopic nature that somehow does coalesce into a single vision as Riverdale, but I think the emotion motivating it is not love or reverence for past art or tradition it is trying sooo hard to be future-facing. But it also just kind of has nothing to say while trying to say everything. Much like Riverdale. I think the emotion motivating it is definitely a little bit more hubris and I love hubris, but for a movie that is clearly driven really fundamentally by like hubris and arrogance it’s not weird ENOUGH. It’s juvenile isn’t-this-deep in like every respect but I do appreciate how hard everyone is acting. That’s also very Riverdalian. It also has a women problem. I also love how gold everything is why not. 

[suckmybearings]

SUCKMYBEARINGS is an indie roleplay of WHEELJACK from Transformers Prime.

WARNING ► Be advised that I am 30+ and this is a PROSHIP space. Antis & minors, DO NOT INTERACT.

STATUS ► canon-divergent ; semi-active ; semi-selective ; multiship ; multiverse ; mutuals only ; duplicate-friendly ; OC-friendly ; au-friendly ; crossover-friendly ; smut & nsfw ; magic!anons & memes

INTEL ► character info — height charts — interest checker — 'verses — relationships — rp wishlist — headcanons — sexcanons

NAVIGATION ► starters / openers — memes &dash — keepsakes — magic!anons — answered — ic — ooc — self-promos — promos — isms — visage — jackhammer's radio [wheeljack's music] — plug 'n' play [sex music] — communal radio [aesthetic music]

AESTHETICS ► wheeljack — cybertron — the jackhammer — munitions & tech — pre-war — processor HUD / UI — vehicle mode — the wreckers

NSFW SIDEBLOG ► @jackhammer--xrated — This blog is for sexually explicit imagery, gifs, and aesthetics.

EVENTS ► christmas 2024 — wrecking havoc 1/14/25

MAGIC!ANONS ► heat cycle 2025 — caressing confessions 2025 — talk dirty to me 2025

EXCLUSIVES ►

Megatron [animated] — @deceitfulcharmer

Ratchet [all continuities] — @autobotmedic

MAINS ►

Electron [OC] — @ruthlessandspeedy

Dreadwing [aligned] — @honor-cxde

Megatron [aligned] — @deceitfulcharmer

Optimus Prime [aligned] — @atlas-ordained

Phoenix Cabrera [OC] — @deuteroganist

Steamtrack [OC] — @gladiatorspxrked

CONTENT WARNING ►

The following dark & triggering themes can and/or will be explored:

alcoholism

aversion to giving / receiving acts of emotional intimacy & vulnerability

committing acts of extreme violence & torture

committing acts of interrogation torture tactics

committing acts of vandalism & destruction

domineering ; overbearing ; possessive ; jealous ; suspicious

explicit sexual content (sticky ; tactile ; sparkplay ; plug 'n' play)

explicit dubcon & noncon

kink exploration ; acts of sexual domination & control

post-traumatic stress disorder ; paranoia ; unprovoked fits of rage

self-harming & self-punishment

sexually derogative ; vulgar ; objectifying

suicidal thoughts & tendencies

unhealthy & dark romances

xenophilia (mechanoid x organic ; mechanoid x human)

voyeurism & exhibitionism

BLACKLIST THESE TAGS ►

deceptijack, tw deceptijack, tw abuse, tw alcoholism, tw dubcon, tw kink, tw mental illness, tw noncon, tw rape, tw self harm, tw sexual assault, tw sexual harassment, tw sticky, tw suicide, tw torture, tw xeno

CANON / LORE ►

⇀ Currently, these are the continuities I know:

Transformers Generation One & Headmasters

Transformers: Beast Wars

Transformers: Armada

Transformers: Animated

Transformers: Prime

Transformers 2007 ; Revenge of the Fallen ; Dark of the Moon

Transformers: More Than Meets the Eye

Transformers One

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⇀  Paragraph-styled roleplay is preferred.

⇀  Short dialogue & quick turn, multi-paragraph is my style; novella-length is avoided.

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⇀  I have no triggers and I am willing to roleplay / explore anything. (I tag all sensitive/triggering topics.)

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⇀  I roleplay DARK and TRIGGERING themes:

It is your right to decline from writing these types of themes with me, and I encourage you to do so if you're uncertain/uncomfortable! You are expected to respect and show tolerance towards myself and those who are willing to write these types of themes. You are expected to either blacklist my tags or simply unfollow / block me if blacklisting is not enough. Reminder: Your self-care is your responsibility.

⇀  Please, DO NOT unload your personal life’s baggage onto me.

I have my own issues to contend with, and I’ve also had two extremely negative experiences being someone else’s support system. So, please, don’t come to me about any self-depreciating thoughts of suicide, self-harm, deleting your blog, doubting the quality of your writing, etc. I am not that kind of person for you, I'm sorry.

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I am a workaholic and have other responsibilities. Please, read this to better understand.

⇀  Shipping

100% down. I am a shipping whore, especially for crackships and rarepairs!

Wishlist: Wheeljack / Arcee ; Wheeljack / Dreadwing ; Wheeljack / Megatron ; Wheeljack / Miko Nakadai [adult] ; Wheeljack / June Darby ; Wheeljack / Soundwave ; Wheeljack / Starscream ; Wheeljack / Any Organic OC

[rhythm-catsandwine]

I think one of the things that people misunderstood about me is that instead of "caring way too much about what others think of me" it's more of an eniagram 5 in self preservation.

I used to live in a place where there were actual, consequences that can and will hurt you in life in some way big or small. Idk how to explain it but if I wore a black band shirt or a Fandom shirt it's harder to get a job and have friends. Cus you aren't supposed to be into anything that isn't Christian or related to it. Like I was always told to not talk about ATLA so people or wear a black shirt cus it's seen as sinful or demonic or something like that.

I was in a tiny community where people don't mature mentally. So like if they hear I'm into a " bad thing" from gossip or I do something or eat something they don't like. Then they can't separate me from the bad thing or wrong food. So I wouldn't get hired somewhere or get an invite to a party or something. They can't agree to disagree and will not listen to a different option or way of thinking.

Also I thing anti intelligent-ism has alot to do with the shit I went through as a kid.

Idk if I'm making sense?????

[bluef00t]

Do you have any comic recommendations for stories about pulpy-like heroes in fantastical adventures, a la Atomic Robo or Hellboy?

Those ARE my two big recs, which makes this difficult! Golden age pulp's unpredictable spikes of bigotry makes it hard to suggest to strangers as light reading, while modern pulp pastiches can feel overly self-conscious or just hollow to me (while continuing to import all the same old xenophobia.)

With those critiques in mind, though, I can name some more names.

Tom Strong is a 1999 creation by Alan Moore(!) It's not entirely free of... Moore-isms, but it's deeply sincere: no cruel twist awaits his science-action family or their casually fantastical alt-history.

Tintin is still translated and reprinted worldwide for a reason. IMO you won't find a more solid combo of research, jokes, action, and artwork in any other genuine vintage comic series. However, being written in the 30s-60s does show around the edges.

The Spirit, by comics legend Will Eisner, also dates back to the 40s. Post-Eisner, his legacy still pushes creators to get fun and experimental with format and storytelling. The role of racial caricature in the series history is a little harder to work around.

2000s Agents of Atlas is a team of '50s Timely/Marvel heroes. I have frustrations with its yellow peril "deconstruction" but do love the lineup: a secret agent, talking gorilla, Atlantean princess, Greek goddess, humanoid alien, and killer robot walk into a bar...

The Rocketeer is a popular throwback to the 30s that I find too mired in cardboard nostalgia to reach its full potential, but it's had some genuinely fun installments (and a movie!) so it's worth a look.

Sam & Max are mostly known for the point and click games, but they started out as comics parodying pulp adventure and I love their relentless cheesiness so I'm putting them here.

I also, as always, suggest exploring Franco-Belgian comics. (I think Spirou & Fantasio has decent English translations these days). The tone and formatting will be different; I tend to prefer BDs' longer "episode" length, higher density of physical comedy and puns, and more everyman characters.

And I'm always on the lookout for graphic novels which seem cool. Bone (which is honestly a very European series, stylistically), Bad Island, and Rapunzel's Revenge (+ sequel Calamity Jack) are some favorite one-off fantastical adventures I've picked up at my local library. Mostly from the kids or teens section.

[cultho]

rant about lotk that i suddenly remembered

totally valid if you enjoy the series or the points im abt to mention, these just b my opinions

worldbuilding / aesthetics i distinctly as a just started middle schooler being disappointed by the designs 'modernized' world i'd so come to love. ie, the western/european industrial revolution influences. sure, historically, due to colonization imperialism etc from western powers that's how a lot of it happened (to my understanding); but for me there was no 'europe' equivalent in the atla world,,,, so like where would those visual influences b coming from??? tbh it's less even 'oh it doesnt make sense in-world' but more just wanting to imagine what modernized asian aesthetics would look like sans western influence. i'd also hate to equate 'modernization' with 'westernization'. Perhaps sth like an AsianFuturism. for me it felt like a shame that the creators couldn't imagine more tech advanced asian cultures without the influence of the western world. This was also the desire of a younger me, pre-Asian American media boom (think starting somewhere around crazy rich asians, EEAAO, Michelle Yeoh, etc), back when i almost literally never seen ppl who looked like me portrayed meaningfully not even gonna lie i thought the giant statue of aang was cringe LMAO,,, i was like bro this isn't manhattan like hello????? like to me if aang were to be memorialized in world that's not how it would look.

2. explaining too much/avatar wan's arc again, completely valid if you enjoyed this part. i just personally didn't care for it.

i felt like it was explaining sth that didn't need to be explained, and then explained in an overly literal way that didn't add to the overall work. for me spirits/spiritualism/the avatar were a deeply ingrained given part of the world. the avatar especially was just a built-in self-regulation mechanism (essentially a guaranteed diplomat who has had to live/experience cultures of the 4 dominant nations)

then the way the first avatar was explained felt overly literal; the world of spirits/spiritualism became just a gigantamax pokemon fight - oh, who's the bigger spirit??? will they have the muscles to beat the other meanie spirit????? rather than spirits being portrayed as sth just beyond mortal understanding, ineffable & transdimensional, fickle beings in their own right. Even the spirits who appear frightening or uncomfortable weren't portrayed as necessarily 'bad,' they were just spirits, and with that came with their own moral codes that human perceptions didn't strictly apply to. and like also the raava/vaatu dichotomy was stupid. it reverts to (tired) white = good and black = bad tropes. and also yin/yang DOES NOT mean good/bad LIKE PLEASE. in general i feel like a lot of the tlok plot points came from a (unecessary imo) need to explain everything, make sure everything was black&white (ha), either good or bad, rather than the complex morality a lot of OG atla writing portrayed and further implied. Reminds me of famous concept artist Lorraine O'Grady's essay 'Olympia's Maid' (ctrl F "both: and" to jump to the sections im referencing), critiquing Western 'either:or'ism that struggles to accept the multiplicity of "both:and"ism having watched atla, my questions weren't 'oh how did the avatar come to be?' i was more curious to see different corners of the world, different expressions of the cultures of the four nations (we've seen the swamp benders, the sun warriors, what else was out there? SHOUTOUT THIS RAD ART). i also rlly vibed with a lot of fan writings, such as what may have happened to any underground air nomad diaspora. i wish they focused on using bending/atla world mechanics as vehicles to allegorize concepts & human experiences rather than wasting spending all their time explaining those mechanics to death.

and yes im aware the show is made by western creators for western audiences (and the four element system is western, by contrast for example chinese theology (?) concerns 5 elements - wood, metal, earth, water, fire) and yes OG atla definitely had a lot of flaws, but for me these were the points where i stopped enjoying tlok ykwim

[brckensociety]

tag drop | atlas

[art-thropologist]

19/7/23

Volunteering at an event at the ISM about global cultures and stuff. I’m at a table where you try to match the word for hello to the language. I learned something today: I know how to say hello in 18 languages. I don’t know where I learned half of these because I’m only fluent in two (English French) and literate in another two (Hebrew Spanish)

English

Spanish

French

German

Italian

Mandarin

Japanese

Arabic

Hebrew

Hindi

Swahili

Hawaiian

Ojibwe

Lakota

Russian

Nahuatl

Mando’a

Roman Latin

I also learned that Indianapolis has a Mexican consulate. They had the table next to mine. Nice guys. Gave me some free language learning books and an atlas.

[normiewizard]

"stop rewarding the bare minimum"ism on this site a few years ago truly poisoned my brain like today I was proud of myself for getting to the petstore to buy fresh cat litter and then the demons were like welll that's the responsibility you took on when becoming a cat owner so um do you want a cookie?? anyway here's the 3 separate posts I wanted to make a bout this

"don't let people gaslight you into thinking giving you minimal respect and support earns them special treatment or absolution from criticism" is true. but watch out

life is hard and relationships are hard and the bare minimum of what people deserve is regularly more than a minimum amount of effort and that effort should be respected and celebrated.

i am gods perfect little princess and bravest soldier and atlas holding up the world for getting out of bed today. :3

[kob131]

I decided to watch V9's finale today, despite my anxieties about it. I do not regret that decision. There wasn't a single aspect of this episode that I didn't like, and it answered a bunch of questions I had about not just the volume, but the series as a whole. Also, a certain someone appears in the intro, and I think you'll be happy to see them. I'm definitely swearing off both reddits and RWBYtubers for a month or two, though. In addition to the minefield that the finale and the movie will create, my younger brother's 25th birthday is next Sunday, and I was tasked with baking his dessert and one of the side dishes.

@dualcoindeity @avalonblue12

I'm answering all three of you at once.

So general thoughts on the RWBY Finale.

From what I can observe, the connection between the vision of Summer and Ruby's reawakening resolve wasn't the strongest. I think it would have benefited from the Blacksmith having a line about it.

The exposition the Blacksmith gave might have gone on a bit long for some people. I think maybe condensing it a little would help the flow.

And Jaune's change back was a bit sudden and quick. Maybe give Alyx a line apologizing.

Other that- I think it's the strongest RWBY finale.

I mean, Volumes 1 and especially 2 didn't have greatest finals anyway. Volume 4 was heartfelt and a great way of communicating the tone and theme of the Volume. 5 suffers from 5-ism with rushed animation but a great dressing down of Raven by Yang. 6 was damn good with the Leviathan and the set up for Atlas. 7 was basically a bridge to 8, which while shocking and integral...was basically just the natural conclusion.

9's end was the best so far with the best fight scene of the best few Volumes, a great addressing of Ruby's character, wonderful lighting and shadows in the Summer scene, a heartfelt hug that concluded Ruby's suffering, fantastic karma towards the cat, a hopeful cliffhanger for Neo and a sorrowful retirement of the Torchwock character and a final shot that perfectly sums up the triumphant tome of the finale.

Even the parts I brought I didn't personally dislike. I loved WOR so the exposition didn't bother me, The Blacksmith not directly addressing it fits her character more and really- Jaune didn't really grow up in the Ever After. He regressed and now he's back on track.

Hell, I fond it better than 3's finale in everyday. Which says a lot because 3's is the best. In a vacuum given Volume 3 has not aged well. While this finale is a perfect cap on the best Volume.

I'll talk more about it later l. Preferably NOT on mobile because making informed posts on mobile socks. But those are my basic thoughts.

Love to hear your guys'.

[colorisbyshe]

Monthly Music Sept 24

Recent Music (GONNA BE A DANCE-Y ONE, the algorithm knew I went to a dj set, though most of this isnt dnb):

"Amageddon (Flava D Remix) Aespa. Drum & Bass remix to a kpop track that just goes hard

"Do Me This Way" Atlas Genius. Early/mid 2010s radio-friendly alt rock vibes. The nostalgia got me, ngl.

Bad Bunny's song about Hurricane Maria, "Una Velita," feels painfully relevant today with its call from humanity, not neglect from the government.

Baekyun released a new R&B-inspired project, Highlights for me are "Good Morning," "Rendez-Vous," and "Cold Heart" but the entire project is worth checking out if you love smoother, suaver Kpop.

"Clock Hands" Billyrrom. Some of the instrumentals would appeal to you if you like the Persona OSTs, though the singing is just more dreamy Jpop on top of that.

Chanyeol saw his bandmate releasing music and said me too!! My faves off his latest release are: "Black Out," "Hasta La Vista," and "Clover." I think his music is more conventional alt pop, reminds me almost of Post Malone's "Circles" era. Which I did enjoy, ngl.

"Vigilante" & "Closer to God" Fat Dog. I prefer the lead singles but these are great too. Chosic calls this music "crave wave," I call these tracks chaotic and alien. It fucks.

Ibibio Sound Machine came out with "Honey Bee," which is extremely slick and funky. It's a song that crawls up your spine and presses against it. If you want more check out their collab with Joe Goddard, "Progress." It's less funky, more Royksopp-y, but ISM's vocals shiiiine.

More and more dance music--Jamie XX released an album. I wasn't as hot on it as the critics but outside of the singles, "Wanna," "Waited all Night," Still Summer," and "Breather" are my highlights. Just some dreamy electronica that gets a bit conceptual and indulgent.

And back to Kpop... Loossemble released "TTYL" a bubbly, glitchy, and high energy track as well as "Confessions," which is just more straightforwardly part of the current Kpop sound.

Just discovered Luxx Noir London (I don't watch RPDR sorry) and "Light in the Dark" sounds so much like early Gaga meets Pussycat Dolls that I had to shout it out.

"Future Enemies" Yola. Kinda power-poppy. Is power pop a thing? If it is it probably doesn't match what I mean here, lol. Powerful, assertive but poppy and electronic with some bass going on.

Also, Buck Tick put out a live album but it makes me too upset to listen to it so... check it out but also :(

Not so Recent:

"Perfect (Exceeder) [1991 Remix]" Princess Superstar (heard this mixed into a drum & bass set and it went extra hard lmao. DJ who played this was Blanke under his AEON:MODE moniker. Gave him a listen after the show, I rly like his track "Breathe;" it's energetic and chill at the same time.)

"Relieved" Deadletter. UK, punky, horn-filled alt rock.

"Kindred" A Perfect Circle. Just... more APC. A subdued but aching track that builds up to a grittier, more ragged down.