#DWAI

[liketheletter-l]

tw: blood, self harm, implied suicide, eye strain

he died :/

[danandfuckingjonlmao]

if anyone happens to have a deaf west american idiot bo*t or even just clips they’re willing to share i will be indebted to you for life

i can trade for other bo*ts (i have dwsa, jlp, bom, deh, falsettos, and bmc i believe) if that’s a thing that is required but please please please please

sincerely, a deaf person with an extremely intense emotional attachment to this musical and this production especially

[l4tedawns]

If I don’t get a recording of Deaf West’s American Idiot I’m going to scream

[mikekilluz]

I made this around when I finished watching Yoglabs in 2021

[windmillie]

Shout out to ghaaeghaae, you a real one

giving what the people need

... dont @ me /lh, hj

[pyresys]

art dump

[pansexualkiba]

"Wait, Wataru, who told you this was our child?" Hiyori demanded, holding the matcha-haired baby at arm's length.

"Oh, one of the idols with silvery hair, I can't keep track of them all." Wataru flippantly answered, his own hair mimicking his movements.

"Did he look like Christopher Lambert in the Mortal Kombat movie?" Hiyori asked.

"Almost identical. Why?"

"Nagisa Ran..." Hiyori hissed.

[gradling]

onmang us

[pickle-inspector]

This job had turned out to be a little more than they wanted for jobs. The goal was always get in, take out the linchpin, then get back out. Sometimes they took evidence or materials pertinent to letting others deal with the fallout, the rescues, the legal stuff.

Sometimes things got messy somewhere between "get in" and "get out." Sometimes the fallout was immediate, so they had to stay just a little longer, do a little more to keep their entire purpose from failing. This was one of those times. The leader had gone down easily and was now a bloody smear in his office. As powerful and somehow unknown as they were, nobody was ever prepared for their sudden appearance in their private quarters and offices. All it would have taken was a simple word, and they would be gone.

And then she walked through the door. Some seemingly random girl dressed in nothing but rags and bruises and dried blood and chains. One of the slaves they had come after him for. You could only account for so much. Sometimes there would be a random unscheduled underling walking in unannounced—and they were dealt with swiftly when they did. But they were not prepared at all for a child.

She, similarly, was unprepared for them. Or the blood that arced rather dramatically across the wall behind them. Or the dead, staring eyes of the man who had enslaved her. She did what any sane person would have done in that situation and she screamed bloody murder.

She tried to, anyway. They were not prepared for a child, but they were prepared for witnesses. A hastened silencing spell for the few seconds it would last was all the time the man needed to reach her and cover her mouth. The girl wriggled and bit, but the man was strong and his clawed metal gloves just made her teeth hurt.

The intruders looked at each other urgently. Whoever had sent her to the room would expect her back. How soon? They couldn't just leave her here, both as a witness and as one who they had come to rescue. And she was crying now on top of things. The man's masked partner made hand motions at him, and he shook his head and looked pointedly at things in response. A whole silent conversation. It ended with a sigh and a dropped head, both in resignation.

The masked one moved between the crying child and the body and the gore and the blood, leaning down a few inches so their masked face was near the child's. She removed her mask to reveal a face very similar to that of the man who held her. "We're going to get you out of here, but you have to stay quiet and do exactly what we say," she said in a barely-audible hiss. They were instructions, not an offer.

The girl's eyes widened, somehow feeling more terror than before. Her crying and thrashing intensified, prompting the man to sigh again, somehow in more annoyance than before. And the previous sigh had sounded pretty annoyed.

"We don't have time for this," he said, his own voice low and rough. He seemed about to shift his hold on her, but the woman placed a light hand on his arm and shook her head.

"I've got it," she said, something bordering on a disapproving tone in her voice. To the child she said, "You'll be safe."

And then there was something like a flash and she was dropped on the floor. The two shiny people were gone, but so was the floor that she recognized. And the walls, the ceiling, the things in the room. There were two men at a kitchen counter, turning to look down at her. One of them had way too many eyes and the other didn't have enough.

Her mouth freed once more, she screamed.

~~~~~~~~

"You can't do that!" Teer cried in exasperation, his arms flung in the air to emphasize the emotion. "It took us ages to convince her we weren't going to kill her, and longer still to figure out what the heck was going on."

Kiono sat guiltily in an armchair, arms wrapped around her knees and her eyes looking anywhere but at him. She said nothing.

"Your reaction was pretty funny," Akaros said unhelpfully from his place in the corner of the room. He might have said more, but Teer shot him a look that silenced him—an impressive feat given Teer's complete lack of facial expressions.

"We couldn't take her with us," Kiono said at length. "We—"

"You what, Kiono. She was terrified!"

"We had to take out the whole operation then and there," said Kitano, startling Teer. He'd nearly forgotten the man was in his own corner. "We weren't bringing along a child."

"Okay," conceded Teer. "That's a pretty good reason. But you teleported her here alone with no explanation to me or her."

"There wasn't time," Kiono said at the same time Kitano said, "Next time we'll send a note."

All eyes turned to him.

"We'll write them ahead of time."

"That wouldn't help now. I know what's happening now. But you still..." he sighed and pinched the bridge of his mask's nose. They had been lucky there had been a fresh batch of cookies available to help them calm the girl who had suddenly been teleported into their kitchen in the middle of the night. "Did you get everyone else out?"

The two aasimar gave a singular nod. It didn't happen often, but sometimes their shared history was evident. Their goals aligned, freeing slaves from their shackles and ending abuses.

"Good, at least it ended well. Was her family...?"

Only Kiono responded, with silence and a small, slow shake of her head.

Now it was Akaros' turn to sigh as he pushed himself to a proper standing position. "I'll get her some proper bed linens, then. I'm sure Kiki will be delighted to know she has another sister."

[iwanthimtocallmebaby]

I feel like being "smitten" is a feeling that is highly underrated and one that i feel concerningly often

[brattygrymblade]

We cleared M4S! Woooooo

[faithisland]

smdh it's hard having such an embarrassing fave

[moonshynecybin]

YES! 😀 logically I have heard it 😀😀 and I saw the video as well 😀 but right now i have much more important things in my head to be attentive to or to pay attention to 😀 those words and.... 😀😀😀😀 the past is past and nobody will distract from the present 😀😀😀😀😀😀

[yaknowlikenyah]

Sick as a dog who want me

[fruitsofhell]

I am amazed by so much about Hazbin Hotel now that I'm finally, FINALLY watching it. There's so much to comment on but I have GOT to get this out of the way that has been distracting me going into the final episode. I need you to know that I'm like grimacing in a mix of pain and amusement rn. I feel like a teacher about to tell a student their essay earned the most entertaining F I've ever seen.

I want to do a little case study in Vivziepop's design ethos in the Cannibal Town bit y'know. I don't have the steam to write a full essay right here but I will try to get into this and how it relates to something that so fascinates me about her art. I was a fan of Vivziepop back in like 2014 when she first gained some notoriety in the animation community from her Die Young short and I watched nearly every piece of her old art content where she expressed her character designs and story ideas. I was really invested in them when I was younger, I thought and still do think her designs and ideas are very evocative in a good way, but which have slowly unraveled with time and scrutiny in all respects.

In her show... there's a district in hell run by cannibals, and the WHOLE gag of them is that instead of being your usual sort of racist stereotype they're a kitschy little victorian looking district who still sing about loving consuming flesh and blood and all that. See, this was evocative IN 2014, but it's not 2014. Which is not really interesting to say in itself because the show is utterly drowning in early 2010s Hot Topic-ass design sensibilities that I will probably talk about some other time, what I'm really getting at is the hypothetical thought process behind this.

Vivzie is a lover of all things impish and vintage, so of course in hell she thinks there should be a place full of cannibals who go beyond the usual stereotypes. And in her mind she's imagining how evocative the idea of smiling genteel demons running around eating human fingers is and goes with it. And a plus for her, it skirts around the racialized baggage attached to the taboo of cannibalism, maybe she even thinks its anti-racist to spin things like this. But like. It really really just stops there.

Hazbin Hotel wants to use its framing of heaven and hell to make a social commentary on morality obviously, and in the way its doing it it also is creating a sort of statement on class. There is this idea of moral meritocracy that angels are exploiting to keep themselves and those humans they like above those they dislike for arbitrary reasons, and just in the language - written and visual - of how heaven and hell are distinguished you see this slums vs metropolis thing going on. But I mean, someone else can probably tell you about how busted it is so I won't get into it, I'll just say that comparing hell to any sort of metaphor for a ghetto where disadvantaged and flawed people are grouped together unsafely looks bad for Vivzie lol.

This is where I come back to Cannibal Town which is so so so SO obviously a chance to make the most blunt-obvious social commentary on human exploitation that Vivzie just DOESN'T cause she finds people in victorian pristine garb talking about eating flesh funny and that is the full extent of her conversation on these ideas together. There's really really nothing else it seems that Vivziepop feels like saying about a kitschy upper-middle class town of people who eat other people other than isnt it funny when upper-middle class people want to eat others. And it does boggle my mind when so much other talk of exploitation, abuse, and class stratification is so laid bare on the table of this show.

In design and narrative this show really likes to touch on these deep but kinda basic tenets of social commentary but keeps doing the 2014 Hot Topic reversal of motifs and then just leaves that there like its something in itself. MMMaybe we could be doing more to say something about how when a bunch of people are arbitrarily thrown together in a lawless area under very broad assumption of moral degeneracy some seek to wield powers over others by reinforcing their simultaneous dehumanization. And how then those slumlords try to sell scraps of privilege to enrich themselves and stuff and how bad that is.

Like we kinda do sometimes, but then you have Cannibal Town which could have so fucking obviously been about liiiike??? IDK, the overlord of the area is someone who takes peoples souls and then gives them an insatiable urge to consume both physically and material goods that is symbolized through cannibalism and exploitation of other demons so that they are further reliant on the overlord??? ANd they all sit in their little village thinking theyre above others because they keep everything so orderly only by running themselves on the exploitation and consumption of other human resources. I don't even fucking know man but I just know that the Cannibal Town in the show is nothing but a joke and wank session for Vivziepop's historical fashion fetish and it drives me up the wall.

I want to be really invested in the politics of this world but this Vivziepop motherfucker just wants to create things like the town of white middle-class victorian cannibals for the lolz.

[antiyip11]

Previously unreleased Snekus for your Tumblr experience.