#Even if they aren’t spectacularly animated

[kindlythevoid]

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[mellowsadistic]

The Magician's Game - Chapter 4

Susie’s New Life

“Come here, little one!” Susie’s mother called. “Come to Mummy!”

Susie immediately got up and abandoned the stuffed animal tea party she’d been forced to play with (“Would you wike some tea, Mister Snuggles?”), hurrying over to her mother as fast she could. Once she reached Mrs Taylor, she felt a sudden weakness in her knees. Against her will, her body did a submissive little curtsey. She lifted up the hem of her silly little frock and flashed her wet, drooping diaper. “Here Mummy,” she said. Normally she was allowed to wear cotton underpants and use the little plastic training potty in the living room, always under supervision, but occasionally her mother changed her into nappies and told her she couldn’t control her bladder. Susie had spent that whole morning dribbling wee-wee into her pants like a dumb baby. Her mother had told her she couldn’t hold her pee, so she couldn’t.

“Good girl,” Mrs Taylor cooed, smirking. Even after months of having her independent daughter back under her thumb, she was still delighted by the sight of the once mature, rebellious young woman reduced to an obedient little lady. She looked especially adorable in her soggy nappy, blushing crimson, her eyes fixed on her sweet little Mary Janes. “Come with Mommy, sweetie. We’re going to your nursery. We need to get you changed into your special dance clothes, okay princess?”

“Yes, Mummy,” Susie said again, with another curtsey. Then she waddled hurriedly after her mother, wrinkling her nose at the horrible, yucky wet feeling of her diaper squishing between her legs.

Once they reached her bedroom, her nursery, Susie couldn’t stop herself scrunching up her face in disgust at the baby-pink wallpaper, the large crib, the changing table, and the childish toys that littered the carpet. She didn’t want to pull a face, but Mummy had told her that was how she was supposed to react to things she didn’t like. No more superior sneers. No more cold stares. Just wrinkling her nose and pulling what Mummy called her ‘yucky face’.

Mrs Taylor turned around to her daughter and lifted her frock up and over her head, leaving her bare-chested. Susie tried to cover her breasts, but her mother smacked her hands away. “No baby. There’s no need to cover your boobies. You haven’t got anything Mummy hasn’t seen before.” Susie’s lower lip trembled as her hands dropped immediately to her side. Her mother slipped her shoes off her feet, leaving her in nothing but her squishy wet nappy and her frilly ankle socks. “What a soggy girl!” Mrs Taylor cooed, probing the discoloured front of Susie’s diaper with her fingers. “You’re Mummy’s widdle pee-pee pants, aren’t you precious? Yes you are! Yes you are! But I don’t think you need a change just yet. That can wait until later. Let’s finish getting you dressed.”

Susie could only stand there like a doll as her mother pulled a ridiculous tutu up her legs and over her nappy. The puffy frills stuck out from her waist, failing spectacularly to conceal her bulging potty pants. Next, a pair of ballet shoes over her socks, and finally a pair of glittery pink fairy wings that slipped into place over her shoulders.

“There we go!” Mrs Taylor announced happily. “Fully dressed! Come and take a look at yourself, cutie.” She led her daughter over to the floor-length mirror and stood her in front of it.

Susie almost started crying when she saw how absurd she looked. An attractive women in her early twenties (as her bare breasts made clear) dressed up like a little girl pretending to be a fairy princess, her wet diaper peeking out beneath the hem of her tutu, letting everyone know she wasn’t even mature enough for toilets. She gritted her teeth and fought to keep her face set. She didn’t want to give her mother the satisfaction of seeing her cry like a baby, but she still couldn’t stop herself from pulling her yucky face.

“Awww, what’s that look for, sweetie?” Mrs Taylor cooed. “Who’s Mummy’s pretty baby? Who’s my pretty little girl?”

“Me Mummy!” Susie blurted. The words spilled from her lips beyond her control. “Me a pwetty giwl!”

Her mother laughed. “That’s right, sweetie! Now let’s go and show you off to Mummy’s friends, and you can do your little dance just like we practiced.”

“Yes Mummy,” Susie said. She tried desperately to keep her feet rooted to the floor, but it was useless. She was nothing but a passenger in her own body when her mother gave her an order. She followed her mother out of her nursery and down the stairs towards the living room. The sounds of conversation reached her ears. Her mother’s twisted friends had been delighted to see Susie ‘put back in her place’.

A chorus of laughter rang out once Susie entered the room, and her lower lip trembled again. She kept her eyes fixed on the floor, wishing it would swallow her up and end this nightmare.

“Say hello to your Aunties, princess,” her mother ordered. “Just like Mummy told you to do.”

A big dumb smile spread over Susie’s face at once. She looked up and waved enthusiastically at the five women sitting on the sofas and chairs. “Hewwo Aunties!”

“Awww!” they all cooed in unison.

“Hi baby!”

“Aren’t you just the cutest!”

“That outfit is much more appropriate than all those silly things you used to wear!”

“I could just gobble you up!”

“I’m so glad you’re back where you belong, little one!”

“Little Susie-wusie wanted to show you all the dance she’s been practising,” Mrs Taylor announced. “It’s a bit different from the dancing she used to do when she was out partying at university, back when she thought she was a big girl, but she’s still very proud of it. Go on, sweetie, sing your little song for us!”

Susie tried once more, desperately, to control her body. But no matter how hard she tried she couldn’t disobey her mother. “I’m a little baby,” she sang, to the tune of I’m A Little Teapot. “Wet and dumb!” She struggled to hold back her tears. “Here is my nappy…” She patted it. “And here is my bum!” She spun around, stuck out her padded bottom, and wiggled it at her mother’s cackling friends. “When… I get… all stinky…” she sang between grunts, sinking down into a squat and straining to fill her diaper just like Mummy had ordered her to do. She felt sick and disgusted at what her traitorous body was doing. The seat of her nappy bulged and sagged. “Here me shout!” she sobbed, getting up and turned back around to face her audience with tears running down her cheeks, her loaded diaper now sagging halfway down to her knees. “Mummy!” she cried. “I did a poo-poo in my pants!”

Her mother’s friends shrieked with laughter and applauded, while Mrs Taylor smiled, darkly satisfied, and pulled her tearful daughter into a hug. “There, there, stinky-bum,” she cooed. “It’s okay. Mummy’s very proud of you for doing your cute little song and dance. It’s only to be expected that you pooped your pants. You might have thought you were a mature, independent woman who was clever enough to go off to university, but now you know you’re just a big, silly baby who can’t even stop herself making yucky messes in her nappy.”

“But you made me!” Susie whined. All her complaints came out in an annoying, whiny voice now, ever since her mother told her that was how she was to complain about things. “I can control myself!”

“Awww, is my widdle Susie-wusie being a fussy-pants?” Mrs Taylor crooned. “I think she is!” Then she leaned close to her daughter’s ear and whispered an order. “Throw a tantrum, Susie. Right now.”

Immediately, Susie lost control of her emotions. “I’m not a BABY!” she screeched, stamping her feet and pumping her fists madly the moment her mother had pulled away. “I wanna go back to college! I wanna go to parties and have sex with boys! I wanna be a grown-up again!” She stomped about stupidly, looking utterly ridiculous in her tutu and fairy wings, her bare breasts and her stinky diaper both jiggling wildly as she bounced up and down like an overgrown toddler. “I don’t wanna be a stupid baby! I’m a big girl! I’m a BIG GIRL!”

Susie tried to calm herself down. She knew this was exactly what her mother wanted – to make her to look like an absurd, oversized two-year-old – but just as it had been for months now, even since the Magician had put her in this state, she was completely unable to disobey her Mummy. Even her little ‘rebellions’ were controlled, only a means to humiliate her further by forcing her to act like the anger she felt at her situation was merely typical toddler fussiness. So Susie could do nothing as her body dropped to the floor and started kicking its legs and pounding the carpet, bawling its eyes out and shrieking that it was a big girl.

“Uh-oh!” her mother sang, glancing knowingly at her friends. “I think little Susie just earned herself some smacky bum-bum time!”

They all laughed, even while Susie continued to scream and shout.

“That naughty girl definitely needs a red bottom!” said one.

“Babies are often like this,” said another. “I suppose we shouldn’t be surprised that Susie is too. I’m sure a spanking will sort her out!”

Mrs Taylor smirked as she dragged Susie to her feet, sat down in a chair, and pulled her flailing adult daughter over her knees. “Bad baby!” she scolded, bringing her hand down on Susie’s bottom. “Very naughty girl, Susie-poo! This is exactly why Mummy can’t let you grow up! Imagine, still throwing tantrums at your age!”

Susie cried and thrashed as her mother spanked her, alternating between smacking what little of her bottom wasn’t covered by her nappy, and bringing her palm down forcefully on the seat of her baby-pants to make the mess inside squish horribly against her bum.

This was her life now, Susie knew. Toddler activities and tantrums and spankings. No free will. Just a doll for her controlling mother’s amusement. All Susie could do was hope that one day her mother would let her grow up again, or the Magician would take pity on her and undo what he’d done. But Susie had a feeling that wouldn’t be for a very long time.

[mediumsizedpidegon]

I'm unable to stop thinking about OG!Mobei-Jun. We never meet him like we do Luo Bingge but I have such a strong image of who he is.

To reference a text post I am obsessed with, if Luo Bingge is a male power fantasy, original Mobei-Jun is the ‘one man as an island’ belief. The idea of ‘one man as an island’ is basically the same as the lie of complete self sufficiency.

It means; you don’t NEED help. It means: you are an island, a city, a nation within yourself, and so you are all you need. It means; you aren’t weak and you can do EVERYTHING yourself. And while this isn’t an inherently male concept (everyone can be influenced by it) it does tend to be extra emphasized in male spaces. It’s certainly part of the toxic masculinity package. Because in toxic masculinity, other men are competitors. Rivals. Enemies. You crush them to get what you want and you do it alone.

Airplane takes Luo Bingge and turns a story about the cycles of abuse into the height of male power fantasies. And Airplane thus takes Mobei-Jun and projects his desires to be a one-man-island.

Because islands aren’t lonely. They can’t feel lonely. (You are a one man island and you don’t need people so that means you chose your aloneness. you have control over it.)

And here’s the thing: complete self sufficiency is utter HORSESHIT. ITS A LIE. IT DOESNT FUCKING WORK.

Since complete self sufficiency is a lie, translating Mobei-jun from book to real person gets wayyyy more complicated.

So my view of OG!Mobei Jun is someone who has frozen himself into complete indifference. He’s a man who desperately wants to belong to someone or something but has forgotten how. He’s a closeted romantic who has gouged out all the soft and vulnerable parts of himself. He moves through life as if everything is beneath him and less real than him because if it isn’t then he’ll fall apart spectacularly. He’s a man who’s sat so long with solitude that it’s crystallized him into a moving statue. He’s a flesh and blood person but he is so incapable of letting his guard down that the entire world sees the mountain he wants to be and not the cracks where the illusion fails. He doesn’t know how to live. He refuses to die.

OG!Mobei-Jun is the myth of self sufficiency. And it eats him alive.

He can’t trust his family, so he raised himself while "overseeing his future realm," leading to him being malnourished and touch-starved. He can’t trust his servants, and so he learned how to put on everything himself— in simple styles so that he could do them even injured. He can’t trust his advisors, so his kingdom is governed by fear and precedent rather than understanding. He can’t trust his palace, and so he is short on sleep and good food and relaxation: after all, he must do everything himself and thus he must know everything.

In comparison to SVSSS, original Mobei-Jun is noticeably thinner. He wears makeup to hide the dark circles beneath his eyes. The wound from the Huan Hua dart never healed right: and neither did many, many others. Compared to our Mobei-Jun, he looks…. brittle, with the vicious fear of an animal backed into a corner.

SVSSS Mobei-Jun is taller, bigger. He has that extra essential “I’m not alone and being taken care of” weight. Even just by looking at him, you can tell that he is miles steadier, with people he can trust at his back. He’s not constantly shaking with a combination of touch starvation and paranoia. He has less scars and the ones he does have look better taken care of.

SVSSS Mobei-Jun is just.... a complete antithesis to his original self. A complete deconstruction of the self sufficiency myth.

A one man island wouldn’t be rescued like three times like a damsel in distress! A one man island wouldn’t have a devoted servant to care for him: to heal his wounds and give him food and drink, a place to rest, and information more valuable than gold. A one man island wouldn’t know gentleness if it clubbed him in the head!

I guess what I’m trying to say here is that Shang Qinghua has a MONUMENTAL impact on Mobei-Jun’s life and his entire perception of the world and himself.

This is a man who could have friends! This is a guy who is unguarded enough to actually fall in love! This is a dude who might be close to some distant family members! This is a guy who might have HOBBIES or THINGS THAT MAKE HIM LAUGH!!!! The ripple effect goes and goes and with Shang Qinghua smashing his ‘I need to do everything myself’ belief, Mobei-Jun can relax and actually trust people! Other people even!

Imagine a Mobei-Jun that has not just Shang Qinghua but!! A half sister he really likes!! A couple great aunts he can ask for advice!! Some cousins that have children that call him uncle!! A friend or two!!!!

THIS IS NOT A MAN ALONE!!!

[blueper-saiyan]

alright I have a fandom hot take to get off my chest. It rubs me the wrong way a bit when I see people refer to Vegeta as Bulma’s (or occasionally Goku’s) pet. Honestly I’ve made the joke myself and I usually don’t mind it, but I feel a bit guilty/weird about it, and it’s taken me months to work out why. I think first there’s an in-universe reason. Vegeta’s actual backstory is that he was functionally Freeza’s pet for about three decades. And I don’t really want to compare his relationship with Bulma or Goku to his relationship with Freeza in a way that makes it sound like he just changed ownership. I’m pretty sure part of the reason the joke is so common is that Vegeta does call his own redemption(ish) arc “being domesticated.” (At least in English, I’m not worrying about the Japanese original today) It’s absolutely funny that he thinks of it that way, but I also think that Vegeta’s opinion can’t be trusted on anything, especially himself. It’s one of the more interesting parts of the character to me that he doesn’t quite think of himself as a person (a topic worth its own meta). He’s also got the aforementioned history of being dehumanized. Combining that with his internalized idea that the only valuable trait is strength and being kind or merciful or caring is just weakness, it makes sense that he might decide to label his character development as “domestication,” even though that’s not really a good description of learning to find contentment in peace and care for others. So part of why that line is funny is the irony, even if there is some truth to it. Taking it at face value and using it as a joke on its own without the irony sort of feels like it misses the point for me.

Then there’s the half that I feel sort of guilty posting because I know it’s not the intent behind the jokes and it feels like I’m getting upset over something trivial and saying this feels accusatory, but I’m getting my hot take out of my system once and for all regardless. I feel like I see people say Vegeta is a pet either because he doesn’t have a job and he’s just living off Bulma’s money, or because he’s really weird sometimes. And I really don’t like the implications of either of those. Again, I am aware it’s a joke, I know that I’m not supposed to be taking it literally, but. Not working a job sure as hell doesn’t make someone less than human. Being financially supported by someone else does not make someone a pet, that’s spectacularly fucked up. And behaving strangely, even in an animalistic way, also does not make someone less than human or someone else’s pet. (and for the record I can’t actually think of much Vegeta has done that’s animalistic in canon, the closest to that has been eating the bug person, and he did that in a pretty human way. He cooked that bug person first and everything lol. Vegeta being cruel is not animalistic, it’s just a negative character trait. Most animals aren’t even aware enough to be cruel, so it’s a pretty human negative trait at that. I know it’s popular fanon to make him more animalistic but it is fanon. That’s probably a really hot take too but whatever.) Actually this goes for jokes about Goku too, who is the one who actually has some “animalistic” traits in canon. I hate the implication that the way either of them acts would make them the “pet” of a more “normal” human character. It feels really gross. Especially because they read far more as neurodivergent and/or having trauma then they do as true aliens. Part of that is an inherent side product of writing aliens as a human, because you can only really use things that humans are familiar with. But there’s also a whole history of which human traits get used to make an alien seem “inhuman.” I’m only personally familiar with the autism part of that history, but I know there’s lot more than that. Regardless, it certainly has an effect if you have those “inhuman” traits that people say are what makes an alien or robot or whatever into something less than human. So uh, “Vegeta is Bulma’s pet because he’s blunt, aggressive, often confused by other people’s intentions, and doesn’t always understand Earth” does not feel great as a joke. I know it’s not that serious and I know that’s not the underlying intention and I know that caring about this character in particular really does not help my case. But I guess I just can’t quite escape my feelings about it anyway.

[storiesofsvu]

5 Times Grace was in Denial and 1 Time she Embraced her Feelings

Grace Muncy x Tonie Churlish Req'd by @witches-unruly-heart Warnings: some language.

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Grace knew the rumours were likely to start right away after her transfer to SVU. Benson had paired her with Joe right off the bat, they were spending their work hours together, they were around the same age and they got along spectacularly. There was the perfect amount of rebellion mixed with their ability to do their jobs and loyalty to the force. Grace expected it, two people who spent that much time together were sure to spur gossip, what she didn’t expect was for Velasco to be one of the people who believed it.

It must’ve started the day she asked him to go shopping with her, she was sure of it. He’d teased her, asking why she’d want someone like him around, especially when it came to clothes. She’d bantered back that her brother was busy and knew nothing about fashion. Velasco shot back that he didn’t exactly know women’s fashion either and she scoffed, saying how he’d been with the squad longer, that he’d know what Benson would like.

“Just pick the grey one and we can go.” He half grumbled, playful smile on his lips as he watched her flit between blazers.

“Which one’s the grey one?” Her nose scrunched, holding up two of them and Joe laughed, “I mean it… I asked you to come cause I’m colour blind.”

She was completely yanking his chain.

Of course she knew which one was the correct shade, she just wanted a friend to come along for this, take some time to really get to chat with him outside of work. And this way if Joe lied and told her the wrong one, she’d know to maybe keep him at arm’s length for a while. He did tell her the right one so she tucked that in her back pocket for later, that he was trustworthy, that if he would come along on some boring shopping trip with her this early, that he’d have her back when she needed it. They had dinner in the food court that evening, shooting the shit and laughing about silly stories with their colleagues before they finally said goodnight.

**

Elias Wilson was going to trial. And if you’d asked Grace, she would say she was completely fine, though that was a complete lie. She knew she’d been far out of line, that she had to control herself on the stand or risk everything fucking up. She wasn’t even sure that Joe was going to be there, but there he was, suited up and ready to support her. She was so nervous she missed the little grins and smirks from the rest of the team watching the two of them whisper in the halls of the courthouse.

“I’ll be okay, I’ve got my emotional support animal.” She joked, clapping him on the shoulder with a timid smile and he laughed, catching her gaze for a moment and his face softened in a look that nearly made her uncomfortable, thankful that she was able to disappear into the witness room.

“They’re givin’ each other heart eyes already.” Fin chuckled, nudging Carisi in the ribs, “even you and Rollins waited longer than that.”

“Yeah well, sometimes you’ve gotta make sure the timing’s right.” The taller man laughed, “you and Liv better make sure whatever they have going on doesn’t mess up any future cases.”

“There’s nothin’ going on.” Joe reluctantly replied with a shrug.

“Okay but everyone can see she’s got a crush on you.” Fin laughed and Joe couldn’t help but feel the heat surge into his cheeks.

“I didn’t want to read into it but if everyone sees it maybe I’m not crazy.”

“You definitely aren’t my man.”

**

“You two need to get a room already.” Terry murmured, a sly grin on his cheeks as he stirred his coffee, Joe vanishing out the breakroom door.

“Excuse me?” Grace glanced up, genuinely confused at first, the man had only been working with the squad a week.

“You and Velasco.” He shrugged, “you clearly have chemistry. Figure out what you want to do with it and have some fun.”

“Ohoho, absolutely not.” She laughed, surprised that someone would be so bold to say something to her face, “we’re friends. I do not have any sort of crush on him, scouts honour.”

“Keep telling yourself that kid.” He replied with a grin, raising his cup in her direction before leaving her to scoff in his general direction. Her gaze drifted through the bullpen, and her face dropped into a glare when she caught Jose smirking at her through the windows.

**

Officer Churlish. Grace was supposed to hate her. She just knew it. Someone coming from the Bronx, someone who hadn’t even made detective yet. Someone who was so strong willed and stubborn headed that they felt like they should be in charge of their unit already? She was supposed to hate her.

So you tell Grace why her stomach was constantly in knots when the other woman was around.

She thought it would pass. There had to be some kind of flaw that Tonie would present that she’d be able to toss her into the nope pile immediately.

It should have been when she ratted out Velasco. She legally shouldn’t have ever recorded him and now Grace was stuck in a very compromising position she never wanted to be in. Part of her felt there was no way Joe could have ever done that, but he had mentioned little snippets of his past and she was a little more unsure every day that went passed. She wanted to warn him, give him a heads up so he could at least get rid of the anxieties that came with confrontations like these but she obeyed Benson and stayed quiet. And watched while Tonie got her own desk the squad room. No doubt ready and willing to replace Velasco and earn her detective shield because of it.

“You’re just mad I called your boyfriend on his shit.” Churlish mumbled while the two girls were trapped on a stakeout.

“He is not my boyfriend.” Grace grumbled back.

“Yeah, right. You two are practically inseparable, and the flirting is non stop, you can’t tell me you don’t have a crush on him.”

“I think I just threw up in my mouth.” She gagged, “believe me or not, I do not have a crush on Velasco.”

“Whatever helps you sleep at night.” Toni chuckled, her gaze drifting back out the windshield.

**

The squad was out for drinks, and for once, it was actually all of them, tucked away in a corner of a pub. Everyone seemed to be a little bit more relaxed, casual, winding down from the heavy work week with bottomless beers (and mocktails for Tonie). Grace found herself sandwiched between Velasco and Churlish, thankful that over the past couple of weeks everyone had been getting along. Benson had placed her with Tonie the weeks Jose was away and while the two girls had been rather hesitant about it at the start, they ended up bonding better than anyone had expected. Now they trusted each other, they knew that the other had their back out in the field and it was warming up in the outside of work environment as well.

“Oh c’mon.” Grace whined, her eyes trained on the pool table across the bar, “they’ve played three games already, let someone else have a go.”

“It looks like they’re wrapping up.” Joe pointed out, nudging at her side, “what’d you say, loser buys the next round?”

“Oh please, I will absolutely school you Velasco, you suck at pool.”

“Hey!” He laughed, a warm grin on his cheeks as he took another sip of beer.

“You know if you two just wanted to get out of here already…” Terry chuckled with a smirk and Grace pulled a face.

“What? No, I just wanna play some pool.”

“Oh c’mon, we all know you’ve got a crush on Velasco, even he knows it.”

“How many times do I have to tell you I don’t have a crush on him!?” She groaned, prodding at his side when he playfully attempted to put an arm around her.

“You’re telllin’ me you’re not remotely interested in him?” Fin asked, “look at him, he’s a little pretty boy.”

“Exactly. He’s a pretty boy.” Grace replied, huffing as she poked his cheek, “I’m not interested in him because I’m not interested in boys!” She rolled her eyes, too busy trying to ignore the stares from around the table that she missed the way Tonie suddenly tensed beside her as she shifted out of the table. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m gonna go kick pretty boy’s ass at pool.”

She did indeed kick his ass. And she decided to call it a night not much longer after that, not wanting to have to play twenty questions with the tipsy squad.

**

Tonie was happy enough with the fact that her and Grace were finally friends, picking up the other person coffee, maybe even a donut on their way into work. They started hanging out a little bit more after work, discovering their mutual love of terrible reality tv shows, making sure to watch together each week. They were bonding, even hanging out more than Grace hung out with Jose at this point and they both adored it.

Then a heavy case came in. Well, more than one, it spanned more than a few weeks, crossed jurisdictions, pulled in other units including Organized Crime. The precinct was buzzing with cops of varying rankings, people in and out more than anyone could believe. Grace managed to successfully link Elias to one of SVU’s current cases and this time there was no doubting that a jury would find him guilty. She wasn’t expecting the amount of praise and accomplishments that came along with it, but it did make her feel proud, that she’d done the right thing, that she was moving in the right direction with her career. And she certainly wasn’t expecting McGrath to hand her the offer he did.

Tonie came wandering back into the squad room after an exhausting day chasing down an endless stream of perps, she’d only returned to the precinct to make sure she grabbed the phone charger left at her desk. It was late, the room basically empty except for Grace, box on her desk as she piled personal items into it.

“Wait… you’re actually taking it?” Tonie asked without even really realizing the words were tumbling out of her mouth. Grace glanced up to her, a sheepish look on her face while she shrugged,

“Seems like a step in the right direction if you ask me.”

“You know they’re gonna want you wearing suits every day, right?” She asked with a sad grin, leaning against the other woman’s desk.

“Well then I guess I’ll have to drag you along on a shopping trip.”

“Thought Velasco was your buddy for that kinda thing.”

“Oh please,” She laughed, “the man thinks an undone button up is a blazer. If I’m gonna look good, I’ve gotta go with your instincts.” Grace smiled at the other woman, her gaze lingering on her longer than she intended, pink creeping up on her cheeks as she cleared her throat and quickly looked away. A semi awkward silence took over the pair as Grace continued to pile her things into the box until Tonie finally spoke, her voice barely above a whisper.

“I can’t believe you’re really leaving…”

“I mean…I’ll still be in the city.” She briefly glanced at the other woman, hoping that the tears building in her eyes weren’t as visible as she thought they were.

“But what am I supposed to do without you?” The words slipped from her lips before she could even think, the tears in Grace’s eyes mirrored in her own when she dared to look up.

“I’m just a phone call away?” She offered with a shrug, ducking her gaze, “and you’ll have Velasco.”

“Yeah well, he probably hates me.” Tonie let out a watery laugh.

“He’s an idiot if he does.” Grace risked a look up, smile on her cheeks, “because the last thing I would ever do is hate you. I know we started out rough, but there’s no one I’d rather be around than you.”

Tonie looked up, her brow furrowing as her head titled while she took in the other woman for a moment, her heart nearly skipping a beat at the adoration pouring from Grace’s eyes. She thought back to that night in the bar and suddenly something finally clicked.

“Are… are you saying what I think you’re saying?”

“Well.. I don’t want things to be weird.” Grace shrugged, placing the lid onto the box on her desk, “cause I don’t even know if you swing that way, but—”

“Oh I very much do.” She could barely help herself, stepping toward the other woman, a hand finding home on her waist, “and I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you like that for weeks, it’s been driving me crazy.” Grace’s lips twitched up into a small smirk, her hands looping around Tonie’s waist.

“Well I think there might be something that could help with that.”

“What?” She asked, genuinely curious, her eyes searching the blue ones gazing back at her and Muncy chuckled.

Her free hand came up to cup Tonie’s cheek, leaning forward until her lips met the other woman’s and both breathed out a sigh of relief into the kiss. Lips moved with grace against each others, taking advantage of the empty squad room to finally admit the feelings they’d been battling with for months now. Finally, in need of oxygen they pulled away, grins on their lips and laughter on their breath as they stole a few more kisses.

“I may be leaving SVU but I hate to say that you’re stuck with me.” Grace murmured, her lips brushing against Tonie’s a few more times.

“I’m perfectly okay with that.” She replied, a dopey smile on her face as she leant forward to kiss her again.

———————-

@thatesqcrush @witches-unruly-heart @daddy-heather-dunbar @baubeautyandthegeek @red1culous @bullet-prooflove @momlifebehard @alexxavicry @onmykneesformarvel @desperate-gay

[ogradyfilm]

Recently Viewed: Hundreds of Beavers

[The following review contains SPOILERS; YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!]

Hundreds of Beavers isn’t just the best comedy released to the general public in 2024; it is also quite possibly the greatest live-action cartoon ever made.

Embracing the delicate art of slapstick with an unapologetic sincerity rarely glimpsed since the silent era, the film miraculously manages to sustain the gleefully anarchic tone of your typical Wile E. Coyote short for the entire duration of its feature length running time. It accomplishes this impressive feat by adopting a hybrid narrative structure. Although the plot primarily revolves around a relentless barrage of sight gags (most of which are variations on the theme of a bumbling fur trader and his ostensibly “adorable” prey repeatedly inflicting sadistic physical violence upon one another), it is not, in fact, strictly episodic; on the contrary, every detail, no matter how seemingly insignificant at first glance, is absolutely integral to the overarching story. The pair of woodland critters that resemble Sherlock Holmes and Watson, for example, aren’t merely an amusing one-off joke; they eventually play a substantial role during the third act. The absurdly chaotic climax, meanwhile, serves as a sort of final exam, testing the myriad skills that the protagonist has acquired throughout the preceding scenes. Even a humble trapping pit established way back in the tale's inciting incident (after which it was probably swiftly forgotten by the average viewer) pays off spectacularly later on—i.e., nearly an hour after its initial introduction!

Boasting imaginative mixed-media visuals (incorporating puppetry, CGI, and intentionally crude hand-drawn animation), delightfully frenetic fight choreography, an outstanding lead performance by Ryland Brickson Cole Tews (which combines the exaggerated mannerisms of Jim Carrey, the paradoxical mischievous pathos of Chaplin’s Little Tramp, and the “rubber hose” style of character design popularized by Max Fleischer), and genuinely gorgeous black-and-white cinematography, Hundreds of Beavers is a feast for the eyes as well as the funny bone. Immaculately crafted and unabashedly immature in equal measure (toilet humor abounds), it is a wholly unique experience. “Masterpiece” is too inadequate a descriptor; this cannot be properly classified or categorized as anything less than an essential, genre-redefining work.

[givemeanaccountalready]

I got a crack theory for Milgram that is nigh impossible, but hear me out… think of the emotional damage we, as a collective, could get if I’m right?

Now, I know that this is highly unlikely, but what if Kazui is Es’s dad?

Trigger warning: discussion of adultery and suicide under the cut.

I am 100% aware that in the second voice drama, Kazui states: “I don’t have kids, but I’ve heard that this is what it’s like.”

Oh, and this:

The hair colors of Kazui and Hinako are much darker than Es’s and the eye colors don’t match up. Es seems to have grey blue eyes while Kazui has a darker blue. Anime and cartoon law requires that in order for someone to be the child of two people, they need to have the hair color of parent A and eye color of parent B or be the near miniature of one parent. The conditions were not met, ergo, Es is not blood related to either Kazui or Hinako.

Now, why does my little rat brain insist on this crack theory? Well, besides the potential emotional damage, I noticed when I finally watched the voice dramas that Es got surprisingly angry with Shidou’s lack of will to live, and with Kazui in general. Everything Kazui does seems to piss Es off, but it’s the fishing for information and lying that really seems to set Es off.

The fishing for information can easily be explained away as Es clinging to their role as the prison guard because it’s the only thing he can remember. Es gets mad whenever any of the prisoners question their role. This isn’t unique to Kazui.

But why the lying? None of the prisoners, except for Kotoko, are direct with Es, especially about what they did or what they want. Why does Kazui pretending that he’s fine set them off?

In the first voice drama, in response to Kazui explaining that he’s trying to appear calm and collected for the sake of the other, younger prisoners, Es states:

“What’s so good about it? I don’t like this. It’s just a fake smile that you’ve consciously crafted to show yourself in a certain way.”

“Ignoring your pain, pretending that everything’s fine, and taking your losses, well- is that what adults do?”

It’s almost like Kazui has struck a nerve. As if Es, even if they can’t remember they family, knows that pretending everything is fine, especially in front of kids who know that something is wrong, is going to backfire spectacularly. It disappoints them in a way that Yuno pretending to be just as affable to match the person she’s with doesn’t.

In the second voice drama, Es states that they believe that Kazui had an affair and is disgusted by it. Kazui and Es have this series of exchanges:

Es: “You were unfaithful, right? That’s stupid. It’s a personal dislike of mine… The only reason I forgave you is because I was lacking details…People who act on their sexual urges like that, that is.”

Kazui: “It’s personal?”

Es: “Yeah. That’s right.”

Kazui: That’s strange. I did think that, despite being neutral as a warden, you had some things you dislike, but… isn’t it unusual to openly reveal a personal dislike as a personal dislike?”

…

Kazui: “You’re wrong. You said I was unfaithful - in other words, that I cheated or committed adultery of some kind.”

Es: “Yeah, that’s what I deduced from watching your footage.”

Kazui: “It’s not true. It didn’t even turn into infidelity. It didn’t turn into anything like that. For me… in my case, you see…”

Es: “…You’re married… You’re a married man, aren’t you?”

The two continue to talk, where Kazui says he didn’t tell Es something and Es diverts the conversation because they realizes Kazui isn’t wearing his ring. Es then gets mad on Hinako’s behalf, stating that Kazui made a mockery of the concept of marriage and how cruel that was to Hinako. Look it’s not definitive proof, but Es doesn’t really react strongly unless he is trying to provoke a prisoner. Kazui isn’t trying to provoke him, and Es could just be taking fidelity seriously because as a prison warden, he should have strong integrity, but it’s weird because it’s personal to Es. Es doesn’t remember anything but their name and role as prison warden. The brain wipe Es had gotten may have taken their memories, but it didn’t seem to erase their feelings either.

Now, there’s also the question of why Es, if they are the child of Kazui and Hinako, doesn’t appear in Kazui’s music videos and why does Kazui state he has no children? For the first question, Es was not Kazui’s victim, Hinako is. Kazui’s lies are the center of his music videos. He lied about how he loved his wife, but I don’t think he would have lied about how he loved his child, IF Kazui had one. For the second, none of the prisoners seem to remember how they got to Milgram, which could imply that they’ve been mind wiped too.

Now, in the second voice drama, Kazui confirms that his murder victim is his wife, Hinako. But she isn’t dead directly at his hand. She killed herself not because he had an affair, but because he stopped lying to her.

I 100% believe the theory that Kazui is gay. I do think that he loved and cared for Hinako, but not in the same way that she loved him. Learning that broke her heart and she died because of her broken heart. And if Es is Kazui’s child, that would make Hinako their mother, which would explain why Shidou’s plea for the death penalty in Shidou’s first voice drama set him off:

Es, after kicking Shidou: “Well, take that! Even if you boast about wanting to die, the pain you just felt is the exact same thing as your body screaming that it doesn’t want to. While you’re still alive, you should be grabbing at life with both hands! Don’t act as if you’re already dead.”

Es chose to use the fact that Shidou still felt pain to argue that his body doesn’t want him to die and that he’s wrong. Shidou pointed out that regardless of his wishes, his nervous system will still recognize painful stimuli. Es doesn’t have a response to this. Perhaps if Hinako was Es’s mother, Es didn’t have a chance to try this argument with their mother before her death.

Fuuta’s case also deals with suicide, and right off the bat, Es began playing games and provoking Fuuta, setting the tone for the interrogation. Right off the bat, Kazui and Shidou subvert his expectations of how the interrogation will go, and Es is trying again and again to regain control. And it is different from when the other prisoners upset Es’s belief that they are in control of the situation, because they lash out like an upset child when the two adult men upset the roles. They act haughtily and condescend when the other eight prisoners do it, but not with the two prisoners who could qualify for the father figure role.

This theory is based on so many if-thens but, I can’t get it out of my head. It’s an extremely weak theory, but the more I think of it, the more I want it to be true.

[yeah-yeah-beebiss-1]

There's no way we're gonna get another 25 episodes of Witch From Mercury, is there. Just like thats the anime industry today, totally fuckled. Even if the series was a money printer for bamco, bamrise, bamwhatever. I'd like to believe otherwise, but I just find that I sound like I'm in denial.

If I had to venture a guess, I think Sunrise/Bandai are a bit blown away by how much of a breakout hit WfM was. It wasn’t the safe bet that something like a new Build series or a new UC OVA would be, so they were unwilling to commit to doing more than the planned two cours to start. Production was rumored to be relatively turbulent, so they likely had their hands full with just the initial plans. But the gamble paid off spectacularly, the planned two cours are in the can, and the Gunpla sales are higher than they’ve been in years, so there’s no way they aren’t going to do more with the Ad Stella setting.

What exactly that will look like and when it’ll happen is a mystery, but there’s zero chance of them just leaving it like this. Personally, I wouldn’t be surprised if they chopped it into compilation movies with new footage added to help the pacing issues, like they did for G-Reco, and then announced some new WfM project - either another season, a sequel series, an OVA/movie continuation, could be anything.

[electricbluebutterflies]

Garcy + “we’ll see each other again” kisses

PG-ish and also on ao3.

If all goes well, this is only a temporary separation.

Their war is over – exact details a blur for now, too much happened at the same time or overlapping times or honestly sometimes Lucy is vividly reminded that she has the least science-oriented background out of the team – and that means a round of very official deprogramming and documentation before any of them are able to reenter normal civilian life again. Whether any of them are fit to do so is a whole other animal, and-

If nothing goes spectacularly sideways, they’ll all be out and able to make contact with each other again in a week or two. Lucy has her doubts about this.

The timing is something close to unfortunate as far as her personal life is concerned, and what a treat it is to use that description, just weeks since she-

She’s not totally sure what happened, beyond some really good kisses and what she thinks might’ve been declarations of love in a combination of languages she doesn’t speak to that extent. Nothing binding, no daydreams of a future neither of them was sure of at the time, at most moving her hips a little while cuddling fully clothed, at most-

Flynn worries her the most, she thinks in the brief time they all get for potential goodbyes before they’re each presumably hauled off to a separate facility somewhere for questioning. The rest of the team, she knows will get through alright. Her potential partner, on the other hand…

“Don’t do anything stupid,” she murmurs, as if he’s ever listened to such words even from her.

“Wouldn’t dream of it.”

“Don’t threaten anyone in a suit.”

“That may be-“

“Do you want to survive this or not?”

That’s at least clear enough to make him shut up, and it still amazes her that she has such power over this man, and-

“For you, yes.”

“Good. Then act like it.”

He leans down and takes a kiss, first time they’ve ever done that where anyone else might see and yes there’s a lot going on around them but it’s still strange enough to make Lucy blushy and warm and-

“Won’t be easy,” he murmurs. “But still better than getting stuck… I don’t know where they’d have to put me…”

“Don’t find out,” she replies. “For me. Please.”

“For you,” he repeats. “Always.”

She has her doubts, as they separate, that it will go that well. Flynn is who he is, and she… has basically committed herself to trying to make that dynamic work in the civilian world, which is just a little terrifying, and-

She wants to say something reassuring, but the words aren’t coming and she’s running out of time one last time so instead she takes another kiss, just teasing enough to be a promise, just enough to-

“We’ll continue that in two weeks,” she murmurs as she walks away. “Promise.”

“I’ll hold you to it.”

[chitrolls]

I have no idea how to format this. Putting it into a post instead of an ask felt like the right thing because this turned out way longer than I thought it would. Thank you, @spectrology for the ask! I look forward to answering all the rest. This is really helping me knock some dust off. :)

CONTENT WARNINGS: Nightmares, mention of children in extreme poverty, immolation, and implied canon-compliant body horror that comes from being shoved in a helm, but nothing gory or detailed; just mention of the fear of it.

Running Delphi Electronics was a daymare in the early nights. It didn’t take long for word to get around that there’s a legitimate clairvoyant living around the Stacks and not another one of those boring psychics that flipped some cards and told people to think inwards. Things got so busy that you, Almaaz, and Lovelace (still only going by Rhiana at the time) went down to the old space docks to steal a bench. With things getting so busy, a bench was the only thing between you, your employees, your customers, and a fire code violation. One of the downsides of a combination psychic-electronics repair shop.

Now that you’ve long wizened up and keep your readings on an appointment-only basis, the bench doesn’t get the same traffic it used to. Sometimes the girls and Eli meet out there for their lunch. Or maybe you condemn Tyckho to the bench to keep him from ragequitting when he’s got to clean a spectacularly disgusting PC casing. Even you like to stretch out your long legs and have a quick smoke of herbs and dry mind honey when you feel like you’ve got enough privacy.

Tonight, you’ve got some gutter rat from Grub Town stuffing their face with a couple grilled cheeses. There’s no doubt Amoura is to blame for this. A Glossolalia lifer herself, she grew up in Grub Town until you took her in and gave her a job selling trinkets and oddities at your shop. Seeing scrawny wrigglers running around always gets her upset. Not being able to take it anymore, she put a bunch of sandwich shit in the break room fridge and bought a sandwich press. Kids quite literally started crawling up out of the sewers. It wouldn’t be so bad if they, at the very least, weren’t so sneaky about it.

Your loiterer stares up at you with this massive pair of gray eyes that say they aren’t afraid of you. Even as you take a seat on the far end of the bench, they continue to enjoy their sandwiches. You kind of recognize them through the grime and melted cheese. They know you aren’t a threat, but kids around here know they have to put on some kind of a tough front to keep the city’s adults from squishing them underfoot.

When they do start to ease up a bit, they open their little mouth.

“How do you know when, like. Your dream is a vision and not a dream?”

The streets have been talking about Delphi Vitale and speculating about how his amazing clairvoyant abilities work for sweeps. There’s also the crisp, laminated print affixed to the shop’s window detailing some of the services you provide. In-depth dream visions are one of them. You have to give the kid this stupidly animated shrug in response. It’s the only way to genuinely convey what you’re feeling with your face hidden beneath a heavy hood, some gaudy sunglasses, and a smog mask.

“You kinda just get a feelin’ for it, kid.”

What you’re not going to do right here and now is trauma dump on someone you don’t even know; especially when that someone is a kid trying to suck crumbs and the memory of cheese from beneath their fingernails. Still, you can’t help but wonder how well this kid sleeps during the day.

Growing up, you were a fitful sleeper. You were kept up all hours of the day by this terrifying daymare of a man on fire. You were half this kid’s age, maybe even younger, when the daymares began. Up until that point, you had most of your visions while you were awake with the occasional prediction shoved in some background scene of your rare “normal” dreams. You can admit to yourself that you still find the image of that man scary. Or maybe it was his presence that kept you unnerved.

In the early days of your burning man dreams, he’d be standing right at the side of your pool of sopor slime. You’d try to force yourself awake, but that just made things worse. It made his looming feel all the more heavy and even with your eyes just cracked open, you still saw him there and you always knew it was him by the sight and the smell of his burning flesh and his Empire-issue helmsman uniform.

As you got older, you learned ways to manipulate your dreams. It wasn’t much, but figured out how to fling yourself out of your body and watch your dreams like a fly on the wall. He still loomed over your body as you slept. Your dreams only changed to suit whatever in your life was different as you aged or moved hives. The closer you inched towards young adulthood, it was like the man knew you were not in your body anymore, so he started screaming for your attention.

By this time, you had surrendered yourself to the Empire to join the helmsman program. You felt there was no other way for you to survive with your chrome and, besides, you were doing pretty well for yourself despite it all. You didn’t have to deal with your sleeping daymares and waking ones that came with needing to live under the radar to survive. This new lifestyle also provided you with a small solution that kept you running for nights without needing sleep: charging stations. You’d just plug in for a while and last a couple nights on electrical currents running through your ports and brain without needing so much as a wink.

There were PSAs about running on charging stations for too long, of course, but you were fine. You figured out a system. You’d get at least one good day of sleep after several without and you were peachy. Really, you weren’t. Sometimes you’d get a bad discharge running through your ports that made you jerk and jolt about when the worst of them hit. Once you had a series of them that couldn’t have been more than half a minute, but there he was, just outside the edge of your vision. His screams became resigned sobs.

Maybe that’s why you were so off the night you were finally able to carry out your big assignment. The program wanted you hooked into some newfangled experimental ship built for navigating the more dangerous parts of deep space. A clairvoyant in the column meant they crew could more effectively navigate without getting torn up by microplanet sized space debris or sucked into a dying star.

You tell yourself things went south that night for a number of reasons. One of them being that your discharge was worse than usual. Shit, you were also pretty damn scared of being plugged into a ship for unknown stretches of time without someone around that’ll say it’s time to be dismissed for the night so you could rest your ports and get all your psionic energy back up. You didn’t want to wither away until your body let go of your extremities and eyes and senses to preserve and feed the part of you the Empire found useful.

Unfortunately, it was too late to worry about any of that. Too late to say you don’t want to be in this program. Too late to beg for a different assignment, something planetside where you could use your abilities to predict rebel activities. Too late to do anything about the sparks your ports sent up through the helms column that made an impressively long wick out of your ponytail. And it was way too damn late for you to finally be realizing why you spent your entire life haunted by daymares of a man on fire screaming for his life.

“Yeah… You get a feelin’ for it.”

[beta-adjacent]

U have oc's? Can we hear about them? 👀

-pin3-vin3

MWAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA YOU FELL INTO MY TRAP!!!!!!! YES ABSOLUTELY YOU CAN HEAR ABOUT THEM OKOKOKOKOKP

So!!!!!!! Y’all need context. Game Grumps. Y’all know of them, remember them? It doesn’t matter if you actually do, all that does matter is that you know I’ve loved them since I was a kid. I mean, I don’t watch their shit a lot nowadays but if there’s one series I almost Always try to keep up with its their horse girl games. The genre of horse girl games are Fascinating to me. I’ve never seen a play through that actually made it to the end of one, because the end is Never the point of a horse girl game. The point is making your dream horse, riding through open maps, grooming your dream horse, completing useless side quests, bonding with your dream horse!!!!! And Game Grumps is especially great at recognizing that because improv just tends to go off the rails in those games. And everytime I watch a horse girl game they play, and listen to the silly voices they do, I think about my own fictional horse girl universe.

So, introducing!!!!!!!!!

Camila

Lemme break down the character.

At this phase, Camila is ≈12 years old, a prime time of the horse girl phase

In fact, she’s the main protag of a horse girl game (assuming I ever made this into a playable game lol)!!!

What’s the catch? She actually had her horse phase a Wayyyyyyyyyyy long time ago. Horses are for babies. Now she’s knee-deep in her emo emo phase. Gerard Way is her boyfriend and you can’t tell her otherwise. She writes bad FanFiction.net fanfics instead of doing her homework (A/N: n her 30 followurz LUV it!! >w<) . She even dyed her “scene kid” hair with Koolaid in secret…. Until it didn’t wash off in the sink 30 minutes later. It wasn’t so secret then.

All of this “rebellion” leads Camila’s mom to enroll her in a summer camp for horse riders. Does the mom actually enroll her because she doesn’t know how to connect to her kid and her new interests? Was this actually a camp the family saved up for years for Camila to go to, and aren’t going to let the money go to waste? Is the mom just looking for a way to get rid of her kid for the summer? …I have no clue yet.

But yes, as you’d imagine, Camila goes to this horse rider’s camp for the summer and meets generic friends and she kind of hates them all at first but slowly grows to realize they’re ok. And she does end up still loving her horse and having a lot of knowledge on them (even though it turns out she’s Really bad at riding them). And there’s a Nancy Drew-ass, save-the-animals plot that happens along the way because it’s a fucking horse girl game godammit!!!!

Point is that Camila is my humorous take of a horse girl game protag that I’d actually want to play as (because I hate self-inserts, sorry). She’s a fucking snot because she’s a 12 year old who thinks she knows how the world works.

Fashion note: she tries to have the emo fashion but she fails spectacularly. Honestly she shouldn’t even have the Paramore shirt, but the pink not-matching-at-all hoodie is accurate. Maybe she got the one band tee for Christmas from her cool aunt, and it's become a bit of a comfort item

So, my horse girl game takes place in 2006, ironically the summer right before the Wii launches (which is where a lot of these games are born). Camila has, and frequently uses, AOL (before it dies in late 2008ish). And there's one, single, archaic computer at the local library outside of the horse camp that she visits every week for her free hours.

So every week she talks to her online BFF…..

Journee

Yes folks, that is indeed “Journey” with two ‘e’s. I think the name is cringe too, but I've kept it ever since I made them back in 2017, which is an extremely rare case for me, and I treasure that. Journee's actually part of an independent story from Camila (who was made in 2022). The intention with Journee has always been an emo who couldn’t actually look emo because their parents would kill them if they did.

But that gimmick is what makes Journee's inclusion in the horse girl game the crossover of a lifetime. Because Camila and Journee both need a friend who was also into emo shit, to fuel each other's obsession with it. Journee especially needs it because they canonically grow up to fulfill their emo fantasies (I haven't decided if Camila does the same). So the two work great for each other's individual stories.

Here’s how Journee's adapted into the Horse Girl Game AU:

In the original story, Journey is a whopping 14.5 years old, a freshman in high school. In this story, they're ≈12 years old. Older than Camila but honestly not by much, maybe 4 months!

A BIG fan of emo shit but their parents (obviously) won’t let them do anything. They think, "Camila’s lucky; at least Camila’s dad actually buys her Koolaid". Journee doesn't know Camila's dad actually bought it for her younger brother, and she stole it. But still, it's the principle! All Journee has is this gross tea their mom always makes to “promote more collagen” or whatever

Speaking of, Journee is one of those kids who got acne immediately as puberty started, and is absolutely going to gain acne scars as they grow up because they keep scratching at it.

Camila and Journee are online friends exclusively for an extremely long time; they met through a fanfic site a few months before the events of the horse girl game. Years later, they realize they actually lived embarrassingly close the whole time. They hang out a lot in-person in late high school, and then become mostly online friends again as they enter the adult world.

Note on the pronouns: I use they/them exclusively for Journee because Journee has always been one when I've written them. We're at a tricky spot in Journee's timeline because they are 12, nearly three years before their gender crisis-- meaning, they wouldn't be using they/them pronouns at this age. But I don't know what Journee's agab is; all I know is that when Camila befriends them, they pretend to be the opposite gender for a while. Just, tl;dr-- If I were ever to make the game, Journee's name wouldn't be Journee and they wouldn't be using they/them yet, but it absolutely still is Journee.

And in case you were interested, here's a rough idea of what they look like grown up (around 20s?). Camila I'm still questioning what route I wanna take with her, but I have a Very specific design for Journee and this piccrew does NOT do it justice. But I still need you to understand their dynamic is exactly the fucking same as it was when they were twelve and it's Hilarious.

These are not my first OCs by far but they're the ones I've cared about most recently (this crossover idea only happened maybe... a month ago? So the hype is still fresh). If you're interested in them, their stories, or any other characters I've made, lemme know! None of my characters/stories are particularly deep or insightful, but I still love them.

And here's the piccrews I used because I hate when people don't include links for that shit.

The solos

The group

[seeminglyseph]

Well. It’s like -40c, my sinus pressure is very painful right now, I’m trying to keep distracted by just watching game grumps danganronpa 2 playthrough again….

My brain is again spinning out of control with ideas I have no real clue or intention of following through on right now again because that seems to be just what it does when I consume media while sick.

And because I am just kind of fascinated by Danganronpa, and the “High School Murder Deduction Thriller” concept. Which a lot of slasher movies are kinda based in too in their own way. And I think the series “Another” which comes across more slapstick in the anime than the concept was really meant to be but like. I thought Final Destination the Anime had its place too. That umbrella scene is flawless for every reason it is supposed to be. And the chandelier scene may be a sign of how the anime fell the fuck apart but like. Fuck it, I’ll accept camp when narrative stakes start falling apart. It’s glorious. They built up to a grand finale of chaos and they gave us fucking chaos. People may not remember the nascar opening as fondly as the log truck opening from final destination, but they are the openings they remember. Do you actually remember how the plane opening goes? No. You remember the log truck. You might remember the scene in the airport when the window explodes, but the log truck is the most memorable moment of Final Destination history.

In part because like 90% of Americans have driven on the highway and seen a log truck at one point in their life and been like “fuck. I hope those things are secured, I remember the opening to Final Destination 2”

That’s the Umbrella Scene of “Another” I think. We all have run a little too quickly down a flight of stairs with kinda sloppy shoes while feeling a little too uneasy to be sure footed while holding something that’s a totally normal everyday item that also just so *happens* to also have a sharp point that probably our parents have told us to be careful with but we’re not children anymore so we don’t think about it anymore because it’s not even a question anymore that we know how to handle it. But this one time in this one freak accident because it turns out there’s a fucking curse you fucking trip or slip on your flat soled fancy school shoes while you run too fast in a panic down the school stairs and tumble down and the umbrella opens so it’s pointing up and it’s a fancy one that has that pointed edge on top and all the unfortunate coincidences line up so that pointed edge of the umbrella drives up into your throat as you collapse down the stairs and bleed out almost instantly on the landing of your stupid cursed school.

It’s fucking flawless. The Umbrella Scene in Another is a fucking amazing example of the fates aligning to fuck someone over spectacularly in a horror anime. Absolutely flawless.

I think the manga has a way better execution of the storyline, but if you’re just looking for a good time with your dumb horror anime, not creeping dread horror but like, fun horror mystery. Seriously check out Another. It’s so good.

There is a genuine message about collectivism and bullying in it, like it’s a genuinely well thought out story. But also it’s a very good horror romp to not think too hard about if you don’t want to if you watch the anime. The anime is very fun horror sometimes. Which sounds very bad for a horror anime about teenagers dying but they are bug eyed over the top anime teens doing a Final Destination, so like. Be wacky with it. They aren’t real. Like eight of them get crushed by a chandelier all at once. It’s wild. The anime goes full 90s/00s horror movie stupid and it’s glorious.

I went wildly off track with this but like. My brain won’t stay on track because of sinus congestion. I long for stupid slasher tropes. I feel like I want to make something in the vein of thriller/horror/murder/death game style stupidity that takes itself just serious enough that it’s fun and interesting but not so serious that like… it’s dour and depressing. I came of age in the 2000s and media was so fucking stupid back then. I miss it sometimes. The kind of stupid that was fun instead of insulting… I mean it was still insulting but at least the insult was that they thought I was stupid, not like… a bad person. I’d rather be stupid than a bad person. I don’t need the Hollywood elite moralizing to me… fucking California. Come here and exist in -40c for a week…

I’ve lost the thread again… either way I think I’ve spent like an hour writing this and getting distracted. I should try to… focus. On something. I think I’m just altering hair textures for vroid right now and trying feel less like my head’s gonna pop like a balloon. Signing off.

[tielt]

both Buddhism and Christianity dote divine right, one was earned through positive action and the other is doled out by God. I personally dislike the attributes that speak of divine privilege in Buddhism, i.e. that because of the lifetimes of karma Siddhartha was born a prince and became a beacon of salvation because he wanted to understand suffering rather than was born into suffering and so understood it.

I don't think that being an Israeli or an USAmerican speaks good karma I think it's spectacularly bad even shielded because I believe that you are going to have to endure what you shell out and even though calculated this points at pronounced suffering for myself I would rather believe that you will experience the waves you send out. I think Christian atonement in privilege means it is a neutered faith and I think that people looking for free action without weight are not restrained by anything that I would consider spiritual.

I'm not for chaos, but you need oscillatory effects that rotate the mean outside of small bounded saddle regions. On that note: people who bite loners are sell-outs in my opinion. Also, my desire to not say “I’m innately better than you,” is also a way to not be a sellout and I think this is also “we’re animals” and you aren’t above it either and obviously you aren’t.

No, not you princess, you’re perfect.

[h-didanart]

:(((( that is indeed very sad. Very sweet of the others to try and help him tho! I hope they succeed.

Good, this is the kinda thing one would need a strong support system for, glad to see he’s getting help. That… must be a haunting visual for everyone in his vicinity when it happens, including himself, must’ve been pretty awful when it first happened :(

I was talking about yours, sorry for the confusion :P

Right, Pirate would be absolutely hammered… I guess he could empathize with Spidey in a sense (the passing out thing, even if his is due to alcohol). Didn’t expect less from Aqua, out of all of them he strikes me as the most responsible one, even if intimidating. Ooohh, Witch of Calamity hiding his feelings? But still caring underneath? Nice. Very good to see Spidey has good roommates

I guess I could put in my thoughts for mine? I see them stopping what they’re doing and being confused if Spidey passes out while over here, tho most of them would probably go back to what they were doing without a care, some might get concerned but not know what to do so they kinda leave (I’m looking at you Crescent Celestial), and the four responsible ones actually try and do something to help, drag him into the sofa, wait by his side, google wtf might be happening, probably have a cup of blood or water at the ready when he wakes up :P

Ah, self awareness and self consciousness, I see, lol

No prob! 👍

Ok now, you told me I could ramble, so I’m going to ramble :)

We have about six Bloodmoons I have determined have some sort of disability, not counting the ADHD, which they all have:

Separated Bloodmoon- the Crescent Celestial twins, Hunter and Harvest. The separation fucked them both over very badly due to the fact their code was ripped apart so suddenly. Their symptoms are different and start showing when they’re separated from their closest family for too long. It’ll begin with Hunter being more snappy and developing a headache, Harvest will become more sleepy and tired. After a few more hours Hunter will be noticeably more aggressive, he’ll snarl at others and act like a caged animal, Harvest will be exhausted, her emotions will be all other the place as well. And then, at their very worst, Hunter will basically have rabies, and Harvest will have severe depression with sudden bouts of narcolepsy (which I just realized I accidentally stole from a fic, fuck) Neither twin enjoyed learning about their symptoms, and yes, they did develop separation anxiety

Retired Bloodmoon- local forest residents, Bloody and Harvest. They took spectacularly horrible care of themselves for a while. Didn’t shower, skipped sleep, skipped meals, overworked themselves, bottled their feelings up, ignored signs of things going wrong with their body. It left permanent damage on them, their cooling system specifically. They overheat very quickly, very easily. They need to be very cautious of their temperature, but they aren’t, at least for a while. This usually results in them straight up collapsing or entering a feverish state. They have to be cooled down manually, usually by being covered in bags of ice or wet towels, tho KC did drop them in the lake once (dw, they’re waterproof) When in the feverish state they tend to talk a lot more than usual, about anything that crosses their mind really, this can be both funny— like the twins arguing over whether they count as vegetarians or not —, or sad— the twins calling KC dad and begging him not to leave them because of reasons.

Lone Bloodmoon- Jack’s best friend, Original. He was separated from his twin very suddenly but didn’t think it’d be too long before they were together again. That never happened. His twin was killed, and he never got to see him again. He is blind from his twin’s good eye, the right one, and can barely move his right arm as well. It kinda happened slowly as the days passed without his other half, it was a reminder of what he used to have and what was lost in that stupid decision they took to satisfy their momentary frustrations. It seemingly can’t be fixed, between him not wanting help from the Daycare crew and Jack’s scans not even being able to register the malfunctions.

Swap Bloodmoon- the demons, Scythe and Fang. It was too bright, everything. A solid color burning straight into their eyes, constantly, 24/7, for months. The relief felt when it all went dark was immense. Whether in the mindscape or in a physical body, the twins cannot stand the light. It was bad enough in the colorful daycare, and that daycare has the lights dimmed as a default, one step into the rest of the Pizzaplex and they have to turn off their optics. One would think this’d make them less of a menace. It doesn’t. They just learned how to hunt while blind, because technically, they are.

Fantasy Bloodmoon- not the average zombie but a more sinister thing, … they are still unnamed, version 2 Bloodmoon. Jigsaw is a good necromancer alright? But not even they could figure out how to reanimate a vampire with so little time, so they did the next best thing, brought the twin’s souls back from the dead into a stitched up demon body. Thing is, they didn’t bother telling the twins. Bloodmoon just thinks that their legs got broken, and that the rotten flesh is normal cuz necromancy, and the spontaneous fire is bad luck, and the horns are decoration, and their new need to consume flesh is just some weird side effect, and the weird feeling they get when out in the snow is just some sort of curse or something. They’ll probably be very confused once they realize they don’t burn under the sunlight anymore.

Horror Bloodmoon- the newcomer! I forgot they existed until today. Names to be decided. One week into his existence, just one week and things already went to shit. His name was edgy, he liked it being edgy, he sure as hell didn’t want it to become anything more! He sure as hell didn’t want to share it, and his body, with someone else! Yet there he was, second voice in his head urging for him to succumb to the terrible hunger haunting him like the blood of that day. He hates it so much. He feels disgusting. He feels guilty. He’d give anything to get rid of the constant pang of pain screaming at him to feed. Eclipse can’t fix it, he’s looked into it, he’s tried, he can’t. He guessed he was glad there at least was one person who could understand, even if he was the cause of it to begin with.

And that’s without mental disabilities in mind!

:D

Me: oh boy, finally some free time! I can finally work on the stuff I have to work in! I could add more ideas to Family Weekend Camping 4 or maybe work more on Empty Gaze, I know people would appreciate it, ooh, I know! I could fully write that really important chapter for Moon and Sun Show! What’s more, I have two major Bloodmoon drawings to do, a gift for a mutual, a yearly redraw for pride month, and the Virus!Jack story. So much to work through, I’m sure I can pick one of these to complete!

Brain: Bloodmoon Chaos House

Me: …

Me: …

Me: >:/

Bloodmoon chaos house, a place where I store my AU Bloodmoons at apparently. There’s the three pairs I usually draw, the two canon interpretations, and a handful of the ones I talked about in that ‘how many bloodmoons do you have’ ask.

Important designs:

To the left, Ruby and Vermillion (previously Scarlet but I changed their name), the amnesiac Bloodmoon without bloodlust. To the right, The Sturgeon Moon and The Harvest Moon— they probably have other names but they refuse to be called anything else— the magical Bloodmoon.

Left and middle, currently unnamed, the fantasy world Bloodmoon version 1 and 2. To the right, Bloody, Scythe, Harvest, and Rabies, the Bloodmoon from the ocean au.

Now you get doodles (and included are the actor//youtuber au twins who I didn’t make a reference for)

I blame @achickennamedcheese for this

You made me think about them

How dare you

(I’m being silly, you’re fine, I had a lot of fun with these)

[anime-grimmy-art]

What do you do when there’s not much to an AU? You make up your own stuff, ofc. And as is per usual when I make Character Designs, I make up a shit ton of lore too.

The ramblings under the cut, but what I’m really interested in, is what you guys think. Do you guys have any headcanons/ideas for this AU? Let me hear them! Also, if you don’t wanna read on tumblr, here’s the Google Docs link: https://drive.google.com/file/d/151yshHxnb_--P6eMKkwkI2dee9xC_Llb/view?usp=sharing

Before I get into the characters’ roles, here’s some general facts and backstory of their town:

- Basically, it’s Undertale meets Harvest Moon / Stardew Valley. Well, kinda. I at least used that approach for coming up for the jobs for the characters. You know, how there’s always a general store, a doctor, a smithy, etc.

- The usual story of a HM game is that you come to a town that’s way past its glory days and you, as the player/farmer, help them get back to that. The “backstory” of the town is that that already kinda happened. I’ll get into it more in the character description, but basically when Asgore was still mayor, the town got really popular. Then yadda yadda, a certain tragedy happened, two kids died, and the town suddenly got very bad publicity. There was a lot of stuff going on back then, bad reputation being spread and also a lot of law stuff, cos, you know, supposed child murder ‘n all, so Asgore made the decision to shut off the town to ppl from outside. This was in the interest of most monsters living there, because as fun as it is to have a lot of people coming there, most just wanted to live a quiet life. Not everyone was happy with that though, so many moved away from town and some others are trying to get the town back on its feet. But more on that later.

On to the characters:

I’m just gonna start with the skelebros, cos it’s their fault in the first place I got so invested.

Basically, they are what the player is in hm/sdv. They just showed up one day, took over the abandoned farmhouse and began their life there. The two came to town way after it was “closed” and since then a new mayor has opened the possibility for new residents to move in. Their farm helps the economy of the town a lot and the mayor, like usually in hm games, is trying to use that to make the town more known again. The skelebros aren’t really working towards that goal however.

So, now a bit more detail on them individually.

Papyrus:

- The design is mostly based on what’s “canon” in this au.

- He works mostly on the fields and is in charge of the crops. Their fields aren’t spectacularly big, but still big enough to plant a few dozen rows of veggies. 

- Paps also helps out a lot in town when he has the time. He helps Asgore with his plants, he goes fishing with Undyne, helps Toriel carry crates around and so on. This is inspired by the part-time job mechanic in HM ToT.

- Unbelievably, in this AU Pap is not an absolutely awful cook. Since he helps out at Muffet’s and Grillby’s a lot, they tend to show him some tricks to cooking. Even though Pap’s not a big fan of the greasy or overly sweet cooking those two do, he picks up a lot.

Sans:

- Again, design mostly based on the “canon” look. Maybe a bit more baggy.

- This is finally an AU this dude gets to rest. Since there are no resets and he doesn’t have to see his bro die again and again, for once in his life, he’s not a sad ball of depression. He’s just a chill and lazy dude that loves to make puns. Though, since he’s not too experienced with the feelings of loss, helplessness or grieving, he still tends to hide behind puns and fakes smiles if he does feel bad.

- Sans is in charge of the animals on the farm. Papyrus begrudgingly gave him that role since Pap’s loud demeanour and hectic movements usually scare the animals. Sans’ relaxed attitude draws the animals to him naturally and even if Pap mostly finds him sleep against a tree, in a stack of hay or on one of the sheep, the animals are always fed, healthy and relaxed, so Sans seems to be doing his job.

- Sans always has a small chic sit inside his hoodie or hat. Is it always the same one? Who knows, maybe.

- Sans also, somehow, can produce eggs out of thin air. Grab into his hoodie pocket, in his pants pocket, in his hat, in his slipper, there’s suddenly always an egg there. On good days he can even make butter or cheese appear. 

Gaster:

- He’s literally just a scarecrow in this. Though, if you ask any of the bros why they designed their scarecrow that way, they won’t have an answer.

Frisk&Toriel:

- Frisk is mostly based on what I wore myself as a kid in summer. Just a loose shirt with a cappy. Toriel basically has her ut gown, just with an apron on top.

- Frisk just appeared outside the “magical” forest one day. Napstablook and his cousin found them and brought them to Toriel, who has been taking care of them since.

- Toriel runs the general store in town, but also often takes care of the few kids that still live there.

- Frisk usually helps out in Toriels store, plays with the other kids or sits around at Asgore’s. They’re notorious for nabbing small snacks, mostly from Asgore’s plants. You’ll always find them munching on something. 

- Frisk was in town before the skelebros. Since they’d moved in, Frisk often went to spy on their farm. After a small incident with angry chicken, Frisk got to know the two better and now they see them as something between brothers and uncles.

- But Frisk honestly gets along with everyone. Just like in UT, they’ve not only been adopted by Toriel but literally everyone.

- Toriel and Asgore’s relationship is not as bad as in the main game, since, you know, Asgore didn’t kill literal children, but there’s still tension between them. Back when Asriel and Chara died and the whole thing with the bad rep for the town began, Toriel felt betrayed by Asgore focusing more on the town than giving their deceased kids the grieving they deserved. They’re not divorced, but Toriel still moved out and said needed space to think. Now that Frisk is in the picture though, the both of them are slowly coming to even ground and may even be able to talk things out and clear up the uncertainty of their decisions.

Asgore:

-Asgore has his UT Ending / Deltarune clothes, just with a gardener’s belt.

- He’s the previous mayor of the town, but after all the crap that happened, he stepped down from the position. Now he has his own little shop and sells seeds, saplings, homegrown veggies and fertilizer. So, basically what e.g. the Marimba Farm is in HM AP

- His main customer is Papyrus and they’re on friendly terms. Asgore is worried about how much and how hard Pap works, so he often gives him a discount. 

- Since his family’s past tragedy, Asgore is kind of nervous around kids. So, when he first met Frisk, he hoped they’d not visit him too often. But to his chagrin, Frisk took an instant liking to him and spends a lot of time at his shop (and steals eats the fresh grown veggies). Now, he’s really grateful for that, because for one, he loves Frisk as dearly as he had his own children, and also because now the tension and mistrust between him and Toriel seem to grow smaller day by day.

Undyne&Alphys:

- I gave Undyne a pretty basic fisher’s outfit. Alphys basically has Elli from HM’s outfit, just a bit more doctory stuff added. She still has her canon lab coat too.

- In essence, Undyne and Alphys have 2 completely different jobs. Alphys is the resident doctor and Undyne runs the fish market.

Two things. Yes, I know Alphys is more a mechanic than a doctor, she fits the aesthetic though, so she’s the doc now. And no, Undyne being a fisherwoman is not cannibalism, think of it more as a shark hunting smaller fish.

- The reason I lump them together is because they act as the local “smithy”. Alphys is still really tech savvy in this (I mean, Mettaton is still part of this AU), so she takes on most problems with electronics and stuff. For Undyne, I didn’t want to lose her Royal Guard’s Captain image, so she’s really good at handling tools (and weapons, but Al doesn’t let her make them anymore). So basically, if there’s a broken tool, you can be sure that either Undyne or Alphys can fix it.

- As for relationships, those two are still an item. Alphys is still really shy and a shut-off, but since Undyne and Pap become best friends, she gets to know the skelebros better. She and Sans especially get along well, since most of the time Undyne and Papyrus are let loose, they sit back and talk about science-y stuff. (no, Sans doesn’t have a background in science but he’s still into sci-fi)

- Alphys has a bit of a strained relationship with both Asgore and Mettaton.

Back when Chara and Asriel died, it was because of “illness” (maybe poisoning?). Alphys feels awful because with her back then limited knowledge on medicine she couldn’t help the two. Asgore doesn’t hold anything against her but Alphys can’t help but feel guilty.

Alphys still built Mettaton’s body in this one. The two had a really big disagreement, because Mettaton hated the fact the town was going to close, and he couldn’t understand how Alphys could feel otherwise, even more so endorse the idea.

Mettaton, Napstablook, Mad Dummy/Mew Mew:

- Napsta and Dummy are pretty self-explanatory, they got straw hats. Mettaton’s outfit is a bit of a joke cos it’s a play on “work at the top and party at the bottom”. The tie has two different sides, one with the yellow red pattern, the other completely red. His “top part” is the business part, because when he’s on tv or in the mayors’ office, you don’t usually see his feet. The bottom is his party/dance part, cos his dancing/entertainment channels mostly feature his legs. 

- Mettaton, still a robot, Napstablook and Mad Dummy are all still cousins in this AU.

- Originally, they all lived and worked at the Blook Farm, the Animal Farm of this AU. Mettaton, however, despised that simple live and after befriending Alphys and her building him a body, he left the Farm to pursue bigger things. 

- Mettaton runs the local tv network. From weather to game shows, he does it all. He also runs the tailor shop in town that sells his designer clothes and merchandise. After Asgore stepped down, Mettaton also took over the role of town’s mayor and now works towards making the place more known again. Not everybody is happy with him doing that though.

- One of those people is the Mad Dummy. He can’t stand people anyways and he always claims that history would just repeat itself.

- Since the whole family is made of ghosts, they have different dummies and scarecrows they can use to take care of the animals. To mock Mettaton and kinda get back at Alphys for giving MTT such an opportunity, Mad Dummy found the blueprints for the Mew Mew robot and now modelled one of their scarecrows after it. 

- Napstablook isn’t fond of taking over obejcts like his cousins do, so he mostly takes care of the snails. Somehow, he can interact with them even when incorporeal. 

Muffet&Grillby:

- The two of them run the Inn together. Muffet cooks in the daytime and makes desserts, Grillby manages the bar in the evening. 

- The two still can’t really stand each other but working together like this benefits them both because their rivalry just spurs them on more.

- Even though Grillby is a patient person, somehow Muffet is the only person who riles him up enough to retaliate. (Well, maybe except for Sans, he’s a strong second).

So, basically everything between those two is a challenge in some way. Even if Papyrus doesn’t notice, even his cooking lessons are a challenge for them. 

- Even though they’re constantly bickering, after working together for so many years, there’s a strange level of respect and trust between them. Even if back when they first started this business, they’d pour salt into an already open wound, nowadays they’d know better and just take a step back from the other or even comfort the other (on very rare occasions only). 

Asriel&Chara:

- They be dead. Kinda.

Some Characters that’d live in that town too but that I haven’t made designs for:

- Gerson is the original smithy of the town. He’d grown up in a family of smiths, but he’d always had an appreciation for the sea. That’s why, when the town became more deserted and Undyne had a good enough skill level as smith, he took up the Captains hat and now mostly spends his days out on sea. He also ferries people to places if they need him to. Oh, and just like in canon, Undyne learned most of her skills from him.

- Burgerpants is a poor dude Mettaton basically kidnapped when he was trying to get fame in the city. Now Burgerpants works wherever MTT needs him to, be that as cameraman for the tv shows, cashier in his tailor shop or his slave secretary in the mayor’s office.

- MK is Frisk’s best kid friend. MK’s parents are in charge of shipping the goods out of town and paying the individual people. MK’s the one that usually collects the goods at the end of the day.

- Other than that, there are only a few people in town. I’d imagine the older folks or the really young families stayed in town after it was closed. I think the librarby dude would still run the library. Some Snowdin residents like the stone family or the dogs also might still live there. 

[fierceawakening]

Sounds like you’re asking for my thought process? Here ya go!

“The discourse around this that I see on tumblr revolves around a weird sound bite, ‘the planet can support billions but not billionaires.’ I absolutely agree that the billionaires need to go and that this is the primary problem, but does that sound bite actually make sense? After long pondering of this, I don’t actually think it does.

I think people are so eager to distance themselves from ecofascists—a thing so truly bizarre I’m still shocked it exists—that they’re latching on to a very weird idea that the human population size doesn’t matter. I’m confused about this, as every other ecological system is discussed in terms of the relative populations of different plants and animals. By that metric it seems to me we humans are failing pretty spectacularly at being a helpful piece of our ecosystems. Once we solve the billionaire problem, are we truly certain we’ll all be living as good members of our ecosystem?

Somehow, I find myself doubting that. The sort of consumption the billionaires indulge in is not just a choice they get to make, but a whole cultural memeplex about consumption as status that it’s going to take generations to shift. (Witness how other social problems like isms persist, even as people disavow them. Patterns run deep,)

Given that, it seems a good and useful thing that as women gain rights and respect in their societies, birth rates of humans drop. We should not force anyone to have fewer kids than they want, but we should take child free people more seriously than we do. Instead of shaming them, we should make sure they (and anyone who wants a small set number of children) have unfettered access to not just contraceptives, but also to voluntary sterilization. This includes taking young adults who request sterilization seriously and not pressuring them to come back later.

Also, ‘the planet can support billions but not billionaires’ has an obvious problem. That is: what if we can’t get rid of the billionaires easily? Then it seems putting the responsibility on them is defeatist, a kind of ‘we can’t do anything about this until people who aren’t us magically go poof post Great Revolution,’ This sort of thinking is basically rapture culture for the left, which is a common failure mode.”

I’m just kind of fascinated, as I often am, at how “I kind of think if the planet were less crowded with humans (including less white people, I am not a Nazi) ecosystems humans threaten could flourish better, which would probably make the humans healthier and less anxious too”

Somehow became “you just don’t understand urban planning” and “apartments can be spacious.”

Those are… those are true! But they’re not the problem I’m discussing.

(Also like… there are ongoing attempts to revitalize and better urban plan my city, initiatives celebrated as making better gathering spaces, so far, are empty because no one wants to go there.)

That”s why I’m thinking we need something that better integrates nature and people.

Giant solarpunk towers will green things growing on them will be part of this, but I am unconvinced they’ll be all of it.

The problem as I see it is that humans thriving so much without predators keeping us in check has led to ecological imbalances. Which we then make exponentially worse by burning dead dinosaur.

Stopping with the dead dinosaur burning will help, but I am not convinced ecological harmony will be restored even then.

Which is why my response to “the planet can support billions but not billionaires” is “let’s reexamine this once there are no billionaires, just to double check. We’re probably still going to want to make voluntary sterilization much more accessible than currently, it seems to me.”