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[fruitjellyforbugs]

his head is shaped like a floral frog and he can easily house stunning arrangements

[virtualdimensionsss]

finally reading (listening) to p&p and im finally understanding why people like it so much

its actually so funny like. elizabeth being ✨in agonies✨ cos of her family being embarassing in public is like. damn girl me too. some things never change huh.

[canisalbus]

I just recently started following you so i don't have the full lore of your murderous gay religiously traumatized doggos, BUT, from my understanding, they are Italian and i don't know what part of Italy they are from, yet i can't help headcanoning Vasco as Tuscan, while Machete is probably from some part of Veneto. And as an Italian who has heard Tuscans and Veneto dialet, well it's an hilarious mental image.

Vasco is indeed Tuscan, Florentine to be specific. He comes from a wealthy and influential noble family that has lived in Florence for centuries. He's proud of his roots, and it's usually easy for strangers to tell where he's from. He's a resonably successful politician and has worked as an ambassador and representative of Florence on numerous occasions.

Machete is originally Sicilian (ironically about as far from Veneto as possible), although he was taken to mainland at young age and has lived in several places since then, before ending up in Rome. The way I see it, he exhibits very little local color, his demeanor and (even though Italian hadn't become a standardized language yet) way of speaking are formal, neutral and scarcely give away any hints about his personal history, at least in the 16th century canon.

[faaun]

the way that diff languages sound r so fascinating they're all different and all so vivid

[luck-of-the-drawings]

!!! FLASHING LIGHTS WARNING!!! [IM NOT FUCKIN AROUND!!]

REACHED THE CUSP OF 'THIS MAY NEVER BE ABSOLUTELY FINISHED N IF I DONT SHOW IT NOW, IT WILL NEVER SEE THE LIGHT OF DAY.' SO HERE, A PROJECT IVE BEEN ORBITING AROUND UHH SINCE 2021 OR SO.

[cowboy-kidd]

did i disappoint you?

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—DNI NSFW—

note: angst! angst! also multiple parts :3 - takes place after Jayce attacks Viktor

When Viktor is injured by Jayce you’re there. The resounding blast injures you and your previous interactions with the arcane alter you. Before Ambessa and Singed come you're in his lap. Crying and sobbing so quietly. Begging for him to come back and read to you like he always did- pushing his soaked fabric back and forth into his skin. The resultant sounds echo into the space but you don’t hear it over the pounding of your heart and wet sobs.

When Ambessa and Singed do come- they look you over. Watching your distrust and overprotective prowess. The dirt on your cheeks and the dried tear streaks, the raggedness of your clothes and the obvious blight of the arcane on your skin. You crowd over Viktor and don’t allow them to get close to either of you until she instructs one of her soldiers to come and take you.

“If it wants to act wild, put it in a cage.” She says, staring down at you over the line of her nose before dismissing the soldier holding you by the scruff.

For days, it feels, you are held up in a cell. Watched by red and grey guards with sharp eyes and even sharper tempers. You feel lost and the constant buzzing under the blight of the arcane sometimes becomes unbearable. You scratch at it and roll in the dirt of the cell. All gnashing teeth and flying fists. Trying and failing to pull its roots from underneath your skin until Ambessa shows up at the iron bars of the cell you’ve been forgotten in.

She once again stares down at you from the line of her nose. Mouth fixed in a way that makes you feel like she doesn’t want to be here any more than you do. For a moment, the buzzing dies down- becomes bearable. Your breath is labored- anger confused with other swirls of emotions and thoughts that cloud your judgement. All you feel is that familiar buzzing outside of yourself now- in your fingertips up your arm. It by far, is not pleasant- like the very fabric of your arm is being torn at its seams. It only serves to further your anger and you charge at Ambessa who snatches you up just as fast.

“It seems you’ve inherited the same affliction as him..”

Your rage is lost in the ocean of your confusion. She dangles you by the arm, eyes scrutinizing the way your blight acts under her touch. Then she sets you down. A gentle lowering of your bare feet against the dirt before your crumbling into a heap on the floor. The metal bars which have crowded you in for what feels like an eternity disappear with a look. Her eyes are set on you, light brown that feels like hot fire when they take over your scuffed and dirty appearance. She’s turning her back before you can analyze her the way she did you, yet the metal bars remain just as open as they’d never been before.

“Come, child.”

You perk up at her beckoning and she side-eyes you, a look that demands you come, and then you’re scrambling to your feet and running to her side.

The walk is long and your feet begin to hurt from disuse. Ambessa’s own strides are long and purposeful while you shuffle against the pavement. Your arm buzzes in the silence and you’re sure she can hear it with the side glances she keeps shooting your way. It is that familiar discomfort again- you want to roll in the dirt again and scratch and groan- but you bite your lip for fear she’ll send you back to the cell. The proximity seems to only make the buzzing worse, her warmth like an attraction to your blight. As the walk continues you work up the will to reach out for her hand. Just two fingers between your palm that silence the discomfort to dull solitude.

At the point of contact, she doesn’t push you away or immediately make you do the long walk of shame back to your cage. All she does is glance at you for a long minute- eyes like fire boring into your own as you stare at her with almost the same intensity. You end up looking away first, but that doesn’t make her pull her fingers away- and for the rest of the walk your blight is a cool relief which you hadn’t been privy too until now.

However, the following actions are one of blurry and confusing compositions. She brings you into an unfamiliar room. People dressed in difficult to explain clothing crowding around you, their close contact enough to satisfy the discomfort without Ambessa nearby. Still, all these unfamiliars are disconcerting and overwhelming and you find your voice enough to call for her who begins to close the door and leave you behind.

Ambessa concedes to your call for a while. Watching you be immersed in hot water and cleansing scents you’d been otherwise unaware of until now. She laughs when they go to take care of your hair and body measurements. It’s all a very overtly uncomfortable ordeal that you come out of unscathed. Clothed with the same blood red and strips of black and gold as her. Hair in neat, identical plats on the side of your head. You reach for her hand again in the absence of any warmth but she dodges and places her fingers on the small of your back, guiding you out of the room and into a brighter, stark white one.

All at once your knowledge of where you are becomes clearer. There is a big purple ball in the center of it all and the familiar faces that take care of you are there- laying on the floor in odd positions. Still, you know they’re not dead- their surface blight glowing with the rapid beating of your heart. Your eyes are drawn to the orb though, an inexplicable feeling blooms in your chest. One that you can’t describe, that urges you to grab hold of your heart in whatever way you can. One of those faces looks up, recognition deep within his eyes. He goes for your hand after catching his balance, a soft smile on his face that falters when he sees the condition of your skin. You don’t see it, to wrapped up in your own emotions. Still, you know exactly who that is.

“Hello, Nabi…” he whispers, arms held out for you to jump into.

[hplonesomeart]

Hey!! So turns out a video I made between a certain “well beloved but highly sensitive/emotionally reactive T.V” and an “orange haired inkling-turned-human” has managed to sweep my YouTube channel and accumulate 100k VIEWS!! THAT’S A LOT OF PEOPLE ACTUALLY?? My most widely viewed video EVER to exist in this moment in time?? AAAAA?? Not even mentioning the various comments and staggering increase in subs! It’s so much more then what I expected or even prepared for—might even be the most impactful thing to happen for me this year <3

…aside from graduating high school + the social connections I’ve been fortunate to make lol

BUT THE POINT IS I’d been closely monitoring the YouTube growth through the entirety of October. It’s make me smile like a dork, gawk in astonishment, dance frantically in my room from the energy boosts, and grow courage to stop being so selective/self-conscious with what I wish to share with the world! It’s kept my ambitions going!

I needed to find some way to celebrate the occasion and express my thanks—because I can’t NOT acknowledge this milestone jksjskp. Typically I try to avoid getting tunnel visioned focusing on the metrics/numbers. Mr. Puzzles had already demonstrated how much those things can mess with the minds of creatives. Caring too much about chasing views or placing your artistic value in attention seeking gets damaging. But at same time…it’s hard to deny the sense of pride the 100k achievement has filled me with. I understand that reaching 100k views doesn’t immediately make me any “better” or “worse” then I was before. I’m still just me! It only helps me feel seen by others—and that’s all I really needed. To hear some nice words & receive reminders that my ideas are cared about. So thank you SMG4 fandom for that, seriously thank you.

Please accept this Mr. Puzzle drawing as a way of sharing the happiness around. He’s so entertaining. Love him for simply existing. So glad we can all collectively be super attached to him (and the rest of the SMG4 cast of course). Can’t wait to see more incredible artworks from the fandom :)

Just incase anyone is confused by my vague description over which “animated video” I’m referring to here—hopefully this photo will help clarify lol. It’s this one!! Sorry about not outright stating the title at the start, I got carried away with writing!!

I’ve been in an odd place mentally when thinking about it. Wondering to myself if any of the attention is deserved considering it’s not even fully colored and could be dismissed as “low effort” content (despite taking several days making it). It’s easy to get into a trap of comparing yourself to others and questioning how much of the videos success is based on your skills, sheer algorithm luck, or only because you used popular characters and catered to a specific fandom. And then judging yourself by looking at other peoples videos. I’ve seen several artists post higher quality works then my own but it somehow gets less views. So why did mine succeed when others (who should have gotten just as much attention if not more) didn’t? Sometimes you feel like you’ve unfairly robbed them of that chance to be seen. However I’ve realized that I can’t ever expect views to be consistent—and comparing is pointless. So why worry about it or feel inadequate? I mean it’s pretty common for funny cat videos to go viral, so who am I to question the system lol. “Popular” YouTube videos can range from a passion project which took 7+ artists…to a clip of Toad singing Chandelier or a nonsensical Vine sketch. Anything can happen when it’s the internet! And just-so-happened my video was chosen. I should stay glad about that and get rid of all the overanalyzing. So that’s what I’ve chosen to do :)

[dark-side-blog3]

You ever think about how the effects on the body that Purple Haze's virus has can lead to over a ton of body horror imagery in a Pannacotta Fugo route?

I do indeed.

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While Fugo is very fearful of his stand, and he tries his best to keep it repressed, he does have moments even he can't get out of without its help. He tries to avoid those moments as much as possible, as the rabid apparition could kill its owner easily; Fugo is not immune to the virus he creates with his stand. Should his manifestation turn towards him in ire, Fugo needs to act fast to repress the spirit again, before buboes of phlegm swell his throat, cutting off air while splatters of blood and plasma erupt from a rash of blisters on his skin, the torn flesh melting and merging with itself as it gets covered in new blisters, each layer covering itself in torn shreds of skin from the previous layer that only emerged seconds before.

If Fugo is unlucky enough to be "saved" by a healer stand before he dies, after suppressing the stand, his skin will carry the scars, stretching and straining under the evergrowing disease under his skin. The disease never left, always mutating at an incredibly fast rate inside of himself.

In mere hours, his body is bloated, and cumbersome, unable to lift parts of himself off the ground and instead dragging them behind, tearing gently at the skin that gets raked over the concrete, oozing viscous strings of colgulated blood and dotted with white, shaving-foam consistency pus. His face is obscured under bulging, beating bulbs of flesh, with thin blue veins visibly trailing clots of blood through his body like threading a bead on a string slowly, and with great difficulty as his cancerous arteries lead back into each other, enough times that some of his- at one time- extremities turn a sickly necrotic purple and black.

You'd barely recognize the shambling mound of flesh as Fugo if it weren't for the fact you'd seen him get attacked by his stand after trying to deter it from you.

And if it weren't for the fact you'd seen birds and dogs die from the same disease as he got close to them, you'd be tempted to offer comfort to the former man. Despite lasting this long with the disease unable to kill him, it seems he's still a carrier for the original death Purple Haze entails.

You'd been running from him for hours now-- though he's not particularly fast, his persistence despite what must be agony is what keeps you moving. Resting in any place for too long will only let him close the distance. The blisters and swelling have no doubt gotten to his brain, killing whatever could have been left in him, causing him to act irrationally and chase you in the open, undeterred by pain, threats, bribes, empty promises, or gunfire. He's not Fugo anymore, unable to call upon his Stand, or even understand his old name (and you've tried to use it to escape before, attempting bargaining with the creature). He's just... A monster. Determined to follow you wherever you go, until it can absorb you with bubbling stomach acid, or infect and fuse with your melted, blistering, corpse.

[genericpuff]

welp, i finished the Dawntrial MSQ last night

it was

uh.

i actually enjoyed a lot of the things people were complaining about in the beginning, because while i could understand their criticisms, to me its flaws felt like something it would grow past as it was establishing a new foundation for a new story, which was what was promised to us, and obviously that's gonna require slowing down the pacing and lowering the stakes, which is fine!

but then the second half of the MSQ hit and i just-

on paper it should have been amazing

on paper i should have fucking loved it

but in execution, i stg trying to finish the lvl 98-100 MSQ took years off my life, even tho the majority of them took me a single night to beat, it still felt like it both overstayed its welcome and also did way too little with what it was trying to present us with

i know this is vagueposting because i don't wanna spoil, but man. "divisive" is definitely a word to describe the Dawntrail MSQ with, especially considering how many people were telling me "it gets better in the second half!" and again, I thought the first half of it wasn't as bad as people were saying, so I was HYPED for the second half, and instead I was brutally disappointed by what I got instead u.u

that said, the dungeon and trial gameplay mechanics are great, when the expansion remembers that it is in fact a video game it does it really well, it's just unfortunately not often enough for it to make up for the sloggy pacing of the story

the music is a bop, there are a couple tracks that i was a little eeeh on because they just felt really saccharine in a way that just clashed entirely with the tone of XIV and made me want to throw my headphones in the garbage, but the majority of the soundtrack was otherwise really well done, soken was really channelling his inner david wise here with the donkey kong vibes LOL but there are some somber tracks that are great too, there's a lot of range here in the soundtrack that should be appreciated despite the odd cringe track

environment design was solid, there were some zones that were questionable in their design because some of them felt pitifully empty despite promising bustling populations (looking at you, Tuliyollal and Solution Nine >:x)

but man , the last zone was brutal and that sucks because again, on paper, the concept SHOULD have been awesome, but ultimately it's still relying on the exact same plot devices in the past (insert lost civilization whose previous inhabitants/rulers are hellbent on keeping it alive even at the expense of current civilizations here) and the gameplay itself deadass forgot it's a game because there isn't a SINGLE instance of necessary combat or gameplay during all of it and so when the final quest (as per tradition, named "Dawntrail") finally pops up, it's like wait what ? that's it?? thankfully the last quest has both a dungeon and trial in it but it feels less like thought out design and more like the game devs remembering they had to actually include some gaming in their video game at the last minute LOL

i think the extra burden of directing FF XVI definitely caught up to Yoshi-P on this one, as well as the budgeting problems that still exist from COVID, and the fact that much of that budget clearly went to overall QOL changes like the graphics engine getting an almost complete rehaul (even in the previous expansions which is. a lot of work. like they want to re-texture ALL of the gear in this game and THAT'S A LOT, literally thousands of items!). where this expansion wins, it wins big, but those wins aren't enough to carry an overall lackluster experience that drags itself out way too fucking long for its own good. the story could have absolutely used a few more rounds in the writing room, if they couldn't afford more voice acted scenes then they should have simply just cut down on the amount of cutscenes, and i think the devs need to seriously ask themselves if the Trust system is worth dragging the Scions back into every adventure even when they have nothing to do (and it shows). like idk, just spitballing here, but the Trust system might be a good chance to re-introduce the GC squadrons, no? maybe go back to the roots a little bit and buff up the stuff that could still have a lot more life if given a chance?

anyways my experience with DT has been about a 6/10 and that score in the end will depend on how the patch quests go over the next couple years, I still prefer it over Stormblood (fr fuck SB lol) but it definitely feels like it's trying too hard to be like EW and ShB while missing what made EW and ShB so good in the first place (or acknowledging why its flaws were forgivable within the context of their respective designs, like yeah EW's pacing was iffy too but it at least had a lot more going on in it to justify it, DT is just grasping at straws by comparison). and in that sense it winds up being a lot more like ARR, where it's just kind of lost in what it's trying to do and creates a worse experience by the end. hopefully like with ARR back in the day the devs will figure out it's time to shake things up and try something new without using the old as a crutch.

[seelanmarket]

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[dykeferatu]

first dose of t applied letsssss fucking gooooo

[angelsaxis]

Feminism isn't about women doing what they want, it's about liberation. Oftentimes a woman doing what she wants is liberatory. But also, not always. There's a lot of overlap, but they're not always one and the same. Some women make decisions for themselves that are rooted in misogyny, sorry. Some women are forced to choose options that don't really work in their best interests and they justify it by saying it's their choice. Some people vacuumize the decisions women make as if we don't live in a deeply misogynistic late-stage capitalist world that's currently steeped in a right wing downturn. Some women make decisions that are actively, violently harmful to other women and which actually further propel patriarchy. Can we wake up please.

[eggbagelz]

started watching the terror and am harassing everyone i know with Fun Facts™ and Information™

[theres-whump-in-that-nebula]

When you have to take off your socks to change into clean socks and your bare feet touch the floor for exactly fifteen seconds and the dry, smooth sensation makes you want to chop your toes off