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vent. sorry i’m honesty hangry and upset
actually i’m still annoyed. has anyone in this damn fandom heard of filtering tags. for shit. they don’t like
also like not to be ‘what about’ but seriously if your biggest problems are fucking shipping wars on tumblr dot com i envy you. truly.
#misc: personal text#also not to Make It Like That but like#a lot of the people i know who like making art about the legion and/or caecade and vulcade#are people of color as well. like do y’all not hear yourselves. asking racially marginalized people who have historically experienced#slavery/forced cultural assimilation#and a host of other issues#if they LIKE SLAVERY and APPROVE of it IN REAL LIFE#fiction can inform reality yes but truly? it is not that deep. some people like dark themes in fiction. be okay with it#i’m indigenous. much of the legion’s narrative is specifically anti-indigenous. i am *literally the product of genocide*#i still enjoy exploring stories with it. because i can choose to like things. or not like them.#some people like to explore unhealthy dynamics in fiction. that does not mean they approve of it.#and DO NOT come at me saying ‘wuh wuh wuh well that means you approve of csam and you’re a pro shipper’ or whatever the fuck people are#saying now. because that is NOT what i’m saying and it is not the same. and you damn well know that.#a piece of creative work does not have to always make you comfortable. i like exploring morally challenging narratives. i like nuance.#i like grey areas in my fiction.#does that mean i condone that irl? hell no#because i know what im about. i know my values. and they’re not necessarily reflected in my storytelling or art#personally i think that exploring horror and toxicity in fiction is a good way to build reading comprehension (once you’ve ‘built’#the thinking muscles for it).#honestly i’m just so so so so tired of this moral scare around always Liking The Right Things#and if you like the Wrong Things and Wrong Media that makes you Bad.#it’s fucking dumb#learn to filter out the shit you don’t like. you are allowed to not like things.
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Memorial
Hey everyone! Happy Memorial Day! (what's left of it)
As many of you may know, Memorial Day is a day to remember our fallen soldiers and those who served, and, well, I just couldn't resist making a little something for it.
Not all soldiers see this day with pride. Not all heroes and veterans make it to a time they can enjoy the celebrations of their victory, and some never enjoy the celebration.
As the daughter of a soldier, I've seen some things; hiding indoors at the sound/sight of fireworks, not handling loud noise well, being worried easily for those they care about, There's a lot our armed forces suffer, so please be sure to give them your respect, regardless of the day, and support them in any way you can, even if it's just by setting off your fireworks away from where they live so the sounds don't trigger them.
So! Without further ago!
The fic!
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It's cold.
Warriors shivers as a breeze whispers past but he doesn't move from where he sits.
He can't.
Rather, he won't. His soul screams to stay still and though its sound is nearly lost amidst every other scream that floods his ears, he still hears it well enough to know to stay.
It's not like they'll let him leave anyway.
His brothers hadn't known, when they came across the ruins and open field, that this has been a place of battle. Twilight, suggesting that they make camp here, couldn't feel the latent energy of not yet departed souls. None of them could.
He’d tested, asked in his own roundabout way to try and divulge the truth from the others; could they see spirits? Not just gibdoes and wraiths and the like; all heroes could see those to an extent, it came with the job. Spirits though? The souls of the dead but not departed? It would seem he and he alone had been cursed with such sight.
And what a curse. Even now it howls in his ears. Cool, cold, freezing fingers brush and snatch at him, unable to truly grasp, too dead and too weak to cause physical pain, but they hardly need to do so when their presence is enough to make his soul howl in agony.
They don't know.
His brothers sleep on. Sky and Hyrule and Four are all on one side of camp not yet close enough to be considered cuddling but certainly nearing that point should one or another shift in their sleep, and they all will. Wind usually sleeps at the captain's back but tonight has dozed off in the veteran's shoulder and now lies close to the elder hero, who, while not asleep, doesn't seem to be quite awake either. As for their wolf trio, Twilight and Wild are curled up in each other as usual, and Time…
Time is watching him.
Reasonably speaking, he should be watching in disapproval. It's been hours and the captain hasn't lain down to go to sleep at all. His watch shift ended hours ago, Time taking over just when he was certain that he'd actually go mad from sitting alone in what others would perceive as silence but which for the captain was as good as his own personal hell.
His soldiers. His men. His own dear friends and brothers in arms. Dead.
Their souls gnash at his own, and while his body may not be touched by hands untouchable, his soul is, and while no damage can be done in their weak state, that does nothing for the screaming and the pain of his heart as he watches them. And he can't not watch them.
He owes it to them, in a way. His blade had taken their lives, his own two hands snapped the chords of their fate and extinguished their flames to leave them nothing but husks of what they once were, still too full of fury to pass on past the veil and find solace in whatever might lay in the beyond. He is the cause of their suffering, and despite how others may claim that it was Ganon, or Cia, or some other power that drive fate to be how it was and took the choice- took so many choices from so many people- it does not change the fact that it was he, and he alone, who ended so many of the lives that still linger here.
So, he owes it to them to let them air their hate, just as he owes it to their families to let them simmer in theirs. He took. He killed, and be it for the right cause or not, death is death and a killing is a killing, and soldier though he may be, he hates to stare at his hands and see the blood of these innocent victims dripping from his fingers.
That, and the screaming, keeps him from sleep and under Time's stare, but the judgment of the elder is nothing to be compared with the fury and agony of restless souls, even with the uncanny magic that wafts off the man.
Death is stronger tonight.
The captain shifts in his seat. He's chosen the remains of an old wall as his perch, to watch from up high and not in the midst of the spirits is the one kindness he grants himself. The wind bites at him, tearing at his hair and scarf as it tries to pierce the wool of his clothes and iron of his mail. It's late, they're safe here and he has no reason to still be dressed for war, but it feels wrong to be anything but as he watches his soldiers wander below.
One surges up to him, weightless now in death, eyes empty and cold, just as they had been as his blade had been pulled a third time from their chest and they had finally fallen. Hands grasp and screams, wordless and sharp, rip from non-existent lungs. Such vestments of humanity were stripped by buzzards, and all that lies in remains is the skeleton that lies against the wall at his feet.
He tries not to look at it.
The man's name was once Conlee, he was a blacksmith's son with a sweetheart back in Ordon Town and plans to start a farm there, living the quiet life. He was one of the first to become corrupted and thus be killed. His infant son is only five months old.
The captain winces, not because of the screams or the chill of a spirit's touch, but at the thought of Magda, Conlee's sweetheart, standing there with her newborn and receiving the news. He'd delivered word to them himself and it killed part of him. Artemis forbade him from doing it again after that, but that didn't stop him from seeing the fallout when others took the task.
Conlee eventually ceases his assault, returning to wandering the field beside his fellow slain soldiers, and Warriors' eyes follow them. That it, they do until a thunderous explosion has him and every spirit jumping to attention. His hand flies to his blade in an instant but when he turns to face the noise, all that can be seen are shimmering blue and crimson sparks dancing across the sky.
Another such explosion of color lasts across the sky, ripping at ears and making those sleeping stir, even as the captain shudders.
Time watches the fireworks placidly, gaze straying to Warriors now and again.
The captain doesn't notice. His eyes are fixed on dancing sparks, even as he forces himself back down to seated.
They're celebrating, over in Castle Town. Why, he can't fathom. Today was a day of victory, a year ago in the war, but not one worth anything. Too many men dead. Too many lives lost. Too much needless death on both sides had made their victory a pyrrhic one. He can't imagine celebrating this or any other battle save those which ended in Cia and Hanon's defeat. Certainly nothing warrants the sparks and screams in the air as flame and smoke lick across the sky from the city ahead.
He doesn't like them.
They're loud. The sound… it startles and shakes him like not even the screams of the dead do. It's like canon fire all over again. Lead raining down from the battlements, crushing foe beneath as allies and friends steered clear lest they be struck. The walls are crumbling and the troops roar beneath, too locked battle and too deafened by the blasts they hear the shifting of stones. The weight of the cannons is pushing, the wall is giving way, the enemy is darting close and Mask is atop the wall, shouting, screaming, voice unheard but face white and afraid and- the stones give way and the child stumbles and….!
Warmth, soft and sweet, floods over him.
The captain blinks his eyes and looks over the long-ruined battlefield. The moldering stone walls and barely standing remains of the keep are still there. The cannons are long buried under the rubble. Mask- no, Time sits by the arch of the gate, staring out at the burst of stars rippling up from where Castle Town lies.
All is well, all is at peace, and when he turns back, he finds Legend perched on the wall beside him, tired eyes fixed on him and waiting, soft golden magic seeping from him to brush against the captain's own, soothing and sweet like warm cider "Vet?" He's a bit startled to see the other up, and his gaze immediately darts down to where Wind has been left.
The sailor now has his face pressed between Twilight's shoulders, snoring softly and soundly.
When he turns back, violet eyes are studying him quietly, golden light brushing gently over in a near unseeable whisp where unfelt hands had grasped and struck. He's being examined. Legend's not nearly as good at it as Hyrule, but he's a quick learner and the younger man seems to have a handle on this most simple of medical magics.
Warriors lets it be, sitting still and letting his eyes wander back to the roaming spirits below. When warmth brushes against his side, silent but pointed, he breathes.
Legend doesn't say anything.
Warriors isn't sure he can either in this moment.
Instead, he shifts, lifting an arm and end of his scarf and curling both around the smaller form of his brother as Legend settles beside him.
Somehow the action feels different than when Wind would do it. More akin to Mask actually. The vet is similar in many ways, and paramount in those is his refusal to seek out contact save in order to offer comfort to others. Warriors takes it though. The warmth and weight against his side on the old and ruined wall helps to ground him, and when the next burst goes up, he's able to breathe the slightest bit easier. By habit borne of Mask and Wind, his hand lifts to mused strawberry hair, running through slowly so that his breaths match every lift and fall of his hand.
The vet shifts, but he doesn't complain, so the battle-worn hands remain as gnarled and boney ones pull the scarf a bit closer.
Legend doesn't say anything to him, doesn't even glance up at him. For all intents and purposes, the veteran has settled here to provide comfort of the physical sort, but even so, the steady presence and newfound ability to breathe again have the words tumbling out.
"I don't like fireworks."
There is silence beside him, the only sign of life the slight tilt inward of the vet's head, closer against his chest.
"They sound like canons." He whispers, cautious of those sleeping below and behind them. "It… I don't like it."
Silence greets his words.
Not cold silence, no, there is something heavy about it. Heavy and still, but while not quite expectant, it feels open. It's an odd thing to try and describe, even to himself, but there is no other way. It's an openness he feels the distinctive need to fill, so his words and thoughts tumble out, tired, worn and pained like he rarely allows himself be.
"It's bad enough camping here, but the canons- fireworks… The battle here ended horribly, the walls collapsed and all the canons crushed those below. Most of them were our men."
Men who'd not died quickly.
Men whose bodies were half buried, the other half left writhing and most times screaming for help.
It makes him shiver again, but the body beside his own remains still. A part of him knows Legend's listening, but the other half, still shattered and shaken, has his hand dropping to the crook of the other man's neck all the same, seeking a pulse and holding when he finds it.
Legend doesn't shake him off, only shifts some to accommodate.
Warriors takes that as permission to leave his hand where it lies.
He breathes once more, tuning his own to the easy puffs from the other man. " I don't like this place."
Another shift, this time so that star-flecked eyes can fix on him.
He winces. Doesn't tremble, but it's a near thing as he looks into the sea of faces only he can see. "They all died," it's more whisper than word, his eyes tracking the countless eyes fixed on himself and now Legend.
Boney fingers gently settle over top his own. They're warm.
"Nothing was in our favor. Our own men were turned against us. The cannons we mounted on the walls were too heavy for the stone to support while firing them so often." He looks to the ground beneath where the most of the scattered armor and bone peek through fallen masonry. "The walls fell. The enemy took over the fort and half our men were either killed or corrupted." A shuddered breath. "I don't know how many lives I took that day." But he'd been drenched in blood, hair and hands stained for days after.
Legend blinks. Gaze like endless twilight skies, unreadable but so much easier to watch than the ones filled with scorn around them. Still, easier though it may be, there's something impossible about looking a brother in the eyes as he speaks his next. "I considered them brothers."
His throat is tight.
"I killed them."
Something heavy settles on his knee, startling him, and when the captain looks it's to see Time standing against the wall. The man leans back against the stone, arms settled over the top by where they sit, but one heavy hand resting on Warriors' leg; a silent comfort.
The single blue eye is pained as it turns to him. Expression familiar as the one he likely wears himself.
Time was there too. Time had almost died with them.
Only Midna's quick thinking had been his saving, a portal opening breath him in midair before he could be buried with the others in the rubble. He'd emerged again in a twin pool of shadow instants later, thoroughly startled and considerably less Hylian, but they'd never worried much on it in the moment. What mattered was that he had been safe, and if Warriors’ first action once the battle was over was to fall to his knees and pull both younger heroes in close, breathing in the scent of life and sweaty little brothers and trying to assure himself that they, at least, had made it out alive.
Midna never even teased him for it. She’d stood watch and settled her hand on his shoulders much like how Legend and Time do now, and sat in silence while he’d mustered his courage to raise his head again and face the destruction he’d helped to cause.
“We started together,” the words rasp, gaze trailing across the field. Five or six spirits watch him, some with hooded eyes and others with visible pain. “We joined the army hoping for better. We promised to look out for each other, watch each other’s backs.”
The hands on his tighten their hold minutely; not constricting, but ever present and holding tight enough it feels as though they think it will ground him back to reality. He hopes- or rather… does he want it to work?
“We stuck together through basic. Helped each other with our forms. I think one of my mates even bribed the commanding officer to get us all deployed to the same garrison.” They had. They’d all scraped together funds as a group and the oldest one of them had gone to present the ‘offering’ to their commander. “I saw them as brothers,” he repeats again,” we roamed the streets together as tykes, the roads as young men, and when the war came, we thought we’d stay together then too.”
He has to muster a breath as one of them turns their back.
Legend’s thumb grazed the back of his hand gently, moving back in forth in a subtle but assuring motion.
“And then I became the hero.”
The cursed hero. The title’s done nothing but bring trouble to himself and Hyrule both since he’d discovered the truth, and there’s been many a day he’d wished that he’d just stayed home and spent the rest of his life as a tailor like his father. No Triforce would have shown itself then. No hero would have been forged and no war would have been started for his soul. Life would be so much better, on so many counts, if he never had become a soldier.
“I wish I’d stayed home. I wish- gods, there’s so many things I wish. I wish I hadn’t joined. I wish I hadn’t left my post that first day we were attacked. I wish I’d had the good sense to follow the advice of my men and watch my damned ego! If I’d just kept myself in check, been content!” Both hands lift to drag through too-long hair.
He needs to cut it. It’s not uniform.
He hates the thought nearly as much as he hates the uniform that goes with it.
“My brothers fought for honor,” he whispers to the sky, “I was just fighting for the money.”
“A man fights for what he doesn’t have.”
Legend’s words make him start. First at the sound, the other two have been silent thus far and he’d expected- he’s not sure what he expected. Legend smirking up at him, violet skies flashing softly with something playful, makes him ease, drop his hands again and take the one that offers itself to him. If his first action is to seek the pulse point, neither Time nor Legend says anything of it.
“Still, if I’d stayed home. We’d never be here.” Another scream, unheard by the others, rips through the air. “I’d never have killed them.”
“Wars-”
“I know I had to.” it’s out of his mouth in a moment. “I know there wasn’t a choice. They were corrupted, they were traitors. There wasn’t anything else I could do, and by doing what I did I brought us one fraction of a step closer to defeating Ganon. I know what I did had to be done. I know I had to do it, but…” his grip tightens, “that doesn't change the fact that I had to kill; that I killed my own men. A death is a death, no matter who causes it, and no matter what anyone says about the war not being my fault, I was the one who made the decision to end the lives that I did. Regardless of the fact that there were no options, I still am the one who did it.”
Heavy hands and boney ones grip a bit tighter, one blue and two violet eyes staring up at him even as his own turn to the field, a sort of bitter emptiness lingering in him at finally speaking the words.
He’s heard every assurance, he thinks every excuse has been uttered on his behalf, but while he knows, in a way, that the deaths weren’t something he could change, the fact that they came by his hands sits uneasy in his mind.
So much death. So much caused by himself. So little gained. So much lost. He can’t help but wonder sometimes if it was even worth it in the end.
Other times though, he looks at Hyrule, growing again, thriving, he sees his little brothers grown or growing. He sees a glimmer of a future in the champion, a promise that there is something worth fighting for. There’s people, endless souls and homes and lands to protect. There’s still a reason.
That doesn’t make what he had to do easier to bear though.
What he appreciates though is that neither brother attempts to assure him on that point. In fact, Time’s head nods just the slightest, eyes glinting with pain as they turn to what, to him, is an empty field scattered with bones. Beside him, Legend’s gaze falls, and though he can’t see, he can sense the burden that settles over the other’s soul.
They get it. They don’t say as much and make no attempt to share anecdotes about their own sufferings. There are no words spoken at all for a moment, the only motioning being Time’s restless feet shifting and Legend’s hands working over the joints and bone of his own, shifting in a silent study as his mind focused on some other place, thing or occurrence.
It’s silent for a moment.
Well, very nearly.
Shards of light still explode across the heavens and the spirits still come and go below, but there is no more action from them as many linger by their forlorn corpses or others by hastily dug mass graves. He’s not sure if they can see each other or not, but it would seem they can sense his brothers; between Time’s twisted, sickening magical aura and Legend’s holy one, nothing strays close anymore, and he’s left in some sick semblance of peace as he’s forced to watch them regardless, even with his brother’s close by.
“Tell us about them?” Legend’s voice is softer than most days. It’s neither sleep nor pain, but something almost dreamy in his tone, something distant.
Right now, he hasn’t the energy to wonder why, but he notes to himself to ask later, when he has enough in him to care. For now, he’ll be selfish.
“Why?”
“Because they deserve to be remembered,” endless violet latch onto his face, “they shouldn’t go forgotten.”
“What did they like to do?” Time chimes in, “what did you do in your free time? What were their families like?”
And it hurts to even think about it. An ache settles deep within at the mere thought, but still, when his eyes fall on Gassun’s face amidst the forest of the fallen, he can’t help what slips from his lips. “My best friend was our next-door neighbor. He used to tease me about becoming my sister’s sweetheart. They wanted a fall wedding.”
#lu warriors#memorial day#linkeduniverse#linked universe#lu legend#lu time#warriors has ptsd#and a host of other issues#time and legend are veterans too#a fic for our veteran boys#may they find peace#linked universe fanfic
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i decided to expand on the ace attorney balatro deck @okartichoke made!
full texture can be found here!
[Image description: Pixel-art playing cards featuring Ace Attorney characters and items. Iris is Jack of hearts, Pearl is queen of hearts, Dahlia is queen of clubs, and the magatama is ace of hearts.
Engarde is jack of clubs, Godot is jack of spades, Manfred is king of clubs, and the Blue Badger is ace of clubs.
Diego is jack of diamonds, Mia is queen of diamonds, Franziska is queen of spades, and the ace of spades is the prosecutor's badge. End description.]
thank you @quailfence for the id!
#ace attorney#balatro#mia fey#franziska von karma#pearl fey#dahlia hawthorne#diego armando#manfred von karma#iris fey#godot#matt engarde#digital art#fanart#filegarden has been giving me some issues but every other hosting compresses the file so. if it doesnt work sorry i cant help#also yeah the cards are mixed up bc i have them grouped in the big texture. dont even worry abt it
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a taste of hannibal, a touch of megamind, a shot of venom (pours the whole damn bottle)
i love venom (2018) a lot, it’s my go-to movie when i’m bored or sad, i have seen it many many times. i saw it again a week or so ago with a bud and finally had the opportunity to pen down this lovely au i’ve been thinkin bout
i’ve got a much more fleshed out sketch of how this au plays out. not sure if i’ll write it yet
anyway some bullet points
noir (called, ofc, noir) arrives on earth-138 in the 1920s. his first host is robbie and they basically go through the venom movie, where noir slowly learns to love earth and humanity and all that jazz. up until the 50s or so they’re an investigative reporter and occasionally a scary vigilante superhero!
when robbie is killed (not ewaf style. i forbid it), it fucking devastates noir and he host-hops for a bit, doing fun anarchy things to keep up robbie’s legacy but also losing a few morals here and there. he can do a little murder and eat nazis as a treat
the symbiotes arrive en masse and osborn infects humans with them to turn into his fascist riot police army
through vampire-hunting-esque shenanigans, hobie and noir meet, and strike up a tenuous truce to fight the government. hobie does not like him at first, but noir very much does ;)
cue a slow burn gothic romance between a freedom fighter and a devoted monster <3
#spider man: across the spider verse#spider punk#spider noir#hobie brown#noirpunk#theyre not spiderpeople in this au lol#the issue is i can write horror but i cant draw it lhkjdsf#which is why the Funnies#and the goddamn megamind scene. which somehow perfectly fits#see the fun part about it is that noir has to always be connected to hobie in order to survive#so we have Monster Who is Recklessly Devoted to Host and Host Who is Not Into This#noir’s hat and general look come from his assimilation to humanity over the last fifty or so years. hes not like other symbiotes#hes quirky. he wears a fedora. you ever seen him without that stupid hat on that’s WEIRD#two stupid old jokes in one! i like it#anyway yeah monster noir for the win#thanks discord! yall made me rework this entirely just to make it more fucked up horror <3
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There's something about superheroes and legacies that drive me absolutely NUTS, specifically with the imagery of looking at a suit behind glass
The imagery of a face juxtaposed over a suit. The weight of the world on your shoulders, whether it's new or if you're stepping into shoes previously filled, now empty. The weight of the world, the weight of that legacy. Bonus points if you didn't even want it. Maybe you did and you grew up and now you're not sure. Now you don't want it. But everyone's expecting it. Something something expectation of a legacy to strive toward and hollowness of a legacy unwanted
Anyways. I'm going to go throw up now
#felix (host)#dc comics#dc#marvel#mcu#dick grayson#batman#Nightwing#spiderman#can be interpreted in any way but I'm mostly thinking abt Dick and Spider-Man#i wish i could explain this better#yes i quoted batman black and white issue 5 the man who flies#what about it#anyways legacies in stories make me sick#just. imagery!#Dick with the Batman suit#Miles with Spider-Man in ITSV#Jason with the Robin suit in Arkham Knight Genesis#i can't think of other moments#just... suits in glass cases
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It's not that I think she can do no wrong, but I get Pin, and I support her.
#the loyal pin#i know others will have differing views#but i understand her#she's in a very difficult place alone and doing what she was raised by and what she thinks is the only thing she can do#among a whole host of self-sacrificing tendencies and ptsd and social and abandonment#issues#and i think she needs some support#hence this post#i stand with pin#khun pin#this has been a post
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I’ve mostly been thinking about this in the context of an AU I created, but I’ve been thinking a lot about Toki’s transition out of his parents’ home and into the real world.
I imagine he left before he was 18 and had to support himself entirely from before that in order to get himself out. And like idk I’m just thinking about the moment when he finally moves out and he’s sitting on a bed that he bought that’s in a room he can call his own, and like he thinks he’s going to be instantly happy and that everything will be perfect, but then he has to reckon with the fact that it isn’t, and now he has to deal with grieving his old life and trying to fit in to a new life he doesn’t really understand and keep himself afloat.
#metalocalypse#toki wartooth#idk I’m just. projecting I guess.#thinking abt when I moved out and like once everyone left and I was just alone in my room I had this moment of like.#this is my life now and I have left everything I knew behind.#idk those first two years were a rough fucking transition#and like I feel it now#and it’s weird because it’s been nearly two years but like I got this sudden wave of grief for the first place I lived when I moved out#there were a lot of issues and my landlord/roommate did not treat me well#but also she took in a fucking 16 year old trans kid she barely knew#and like she dealt with my family harassing us and stalking and threatening her family#and put up with me through like all my really serious emotional and mental issues#and like idk I’m feeling a little nostalgic#bc that house was also like where I got to invite my friends over for the first time#it was where I hosted my first parties and made my first zines#and had my first trainwreck of a relationship#and like some shit went on that made our relationship unsalvageable#and I love my roommates now and we make a conscious effort to treat each other well and communicate and mitigate issues#but like idk I just wished we hadn’t ended on such bad terms
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how come no one on here can form a nuanced opinion on smoking weed. like i cant be the only person who both has asthma and uses cannabis. you can advocate for clean air without immediately turning on those lazy inconsiderate stoners and you can advocate for drug liberation without ripping on people who cant tolerate airborne intoxicants. and both of these coincide with the fact that if you live in a community sometimes you are going to be exposed to people with radically different lifestyles to yours and its your responsibility to understand when and where its appropriate to exert your own values or respect how other people are already living
#cro zone#ok to rb#like understand if youre going to a hardcore show or a rave or some other basement show you are going to be exposed to drugs#bc drugs are a significant part of that culture. even the ones you dont like. and people are not obligated to change for you#that being said its not flattering to insist that you are a cooler or better person on the basis of doing drugs#and it is worth investing in more safe intermediate places where people can engage with music they like without getting tortured#the issue is most of the people having this conversation are people who post online. not people hosting gigs#so its all just hypotheticals and taking things personally
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Back on my twink shit
#i have an issue#why do i draw him so slutty?#i feel that porty wouldnt like the new monkey form#after all who would join a porty hosted by a demon?#i wrote a short fic about porty essentially having a panic attack over the monkey form#i should probably finish it and post it to ao3#anyways hes one of my favorite characters and i love that what he represents is more subtle than the other clones#hes so fascinating since he established Mks issues with abandonment very early on#it would be fun if they fleshed porty out more and really honed in on what he represents#i could talk about him for hours#anyways actual tags now#lego monkie kid#lmk#monkie kid#mk lego monkie kid#lmk porty mk#lmk mk clone#my art
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would you guys be interested in venom/the magnus archives crossover fan art
#I wanna draw the guys as avatars#also I think it would be a fun challenge to try to make Venom visibly an avatar of the hunt#because they already look like that#but I have ideas for the others :3#venom#venom comics#venom movies#the magnus archives#I’m going to elaborate in the tags because I can#so Eddie is 100% an avatar of the corruption#and is also the type of guy who willingly became an avatar#he’s so deranged he would be enthralled by the wasp nest in his attic#he would be a victim of the lonely though#like especially comics!Eddie#because his bond with the symbiote is so deep that like. being singular sends him into a depressive spiral#flash is an avatar of the slaughter#but he’s not deranged like Eddie his was more of a result of his situation#like being a bully and then joining the military#very slaughter coded#and yes he’s made up for the bullying so I’m not sure how that would play in?? but he still does have some anger issues#he’s a victim of the web#like one the alcoholism is classic web#and two being manipulated. like the whole agent venom arc where he was essentially being blackmailed by jack olantern#venom is a manifestation of the corruption#an avatar of the hunt#and probably also a victim of the lonely#like I think the idea of being alone as a being who’s whole purpose is to bond and connect with a host would be devastating#recently I think they could probably also be a victim of the desolation given that everyone important to them keeps fucking dying lmao#I’m kinda second guessing myself with flash because he’s just so damn normal like he doesn’t revel in war but I also want to give him one#do any of my followers know both of these. if so please help me out I’m struggling with flash 😭
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First. I must say, thank you for being an ozpin apologist.
What makes you dislike the Academies so much? Other than maybe the age. Actually how does the system even work? I never cared much for the rwby side stuff (only recently watched the vid on the great war & a reading of The Infinite Man), so if it's mentioned there I wouldnt know. Is it just Combat School-> Huntsman Academy, or is there more to it?
I don't actually dislike the Academies, but a lot of people do. I see them as a neutral/morally gray sort of thing.
In general, how the Huntsman system works seems to be you start training from a young age and then you get into one of the four Academies. A lot of stuff on how it works isn't very clear? But Combat School isn't a requirement to get into the Academies (Jaune and Blake got into Beacon without going into Combat Schools), though it seems to be the most normal, possibly the safest way to train and get into the Academies.
I think an issue is how young people typically start training, which seems to be... 10-13 years old if I had to hazard a guess? Though this doesn't seem to be required either (Jaune got in with no training, and learned quickly, but this doesn't seem to be normal) I don't think, just the norm. It's also unclear if 17 years old is the required age to get into a Huntsman Academy, or if 17 is just the minimum required age with the occasional outlier (i.e. Ruby getting in at 15). I'd say it's more likely 17 is just the minimum required age, since it'd be kinda stupid to not allow people to join based on age lol.
Its also unclear to me if getting into the Huntsman Academies is the ONLY way to become a Hunter. Overall I'd say the Academies are comparable to college, with it being the norm to train from a young age and then get into one of the 4 Academies at 17 at the youngest.
The Academies, to me, also seem to be pretty safe for what they do. No required waivers to get in (waivers, iirc, being legal documents to keep an organization or person from being sued), lots of safety measurements (the cameras in the Emerald Forest and the likelihood of the teachers intervening during initiation and training missions), plus legal processes (Ozpin interviewing teams CVFY and RWBY individually for example, and iirc says that certain things have to happen and if things go wrong he and Glynda are held responsible, etc). It's definitely not foolproof, given the plotline of Hazel's sister, Gretchen, dying during a training mission, but these moments of things going wrong are treated as unusual.
In my opinion, the Academies are definitely necessary on paper. The actual system itself is flawed, and each Academy has their own separate issues given they work independently, but overall the Huntsman Academies aren't as evil as people make them out to be. People are going to have to learn to fight Grimm, considering they're an existential threat, and it was already common to learn how to fight them before; the Academies just centralize the learning and makes it safer to do so, and also offers the necessary resources to learn and make weapons. It's safe to assume that before it was learn to fight Grimm or die, for the most part.
The Academies also help to make non-huntsmen feel safer, since Hunters can also be hired help, and there's lots of Hunters being pumped out every year. People can be protected, or they can learn to fight, where that might not've been an option before.
The Academies DO have flaws, don't get me wrong, but I believe those flaws tend to be intrinsic to the kingdoms themselves rather than always being a flaw of the entire system itself. The episode that reveals Cinders backstory is criticizing Atlas itself, since Rhodes is, presumably, an Atlesian Huntsman and pressures her not to fight her literal slave owners (and this episode is in the Atlas arc, which basically repeats "Atlas fucking sucks" to you a billion different times). Not only that, but Atlas Academy is also pretty tied to the Atlas military, and also doesn't typically let faunus in. These are pretty uniquely Atlas issues, given the other kingdoms don't have militaries and the other kingdoms also let in faunus, including the very anti-faunus kingdom of Mistral.
So the Academies don't all share the same issues, which is pretty clear since Beacon is seemingly the most progressive of the Academies (though still deals with anti-faunus bullying, but Cardin and his team are the only examples and were only seen in v1, so we don't know how common that is either). The criticisms of the Academies are all very region-based so far, and that's the legitimate criticisms (I'm still not sure where people got the impression that students regularly die in the Academies, since there's nothing even implying that).
Basically my opinions of the Academies are that they're more or less necessary, though they do have problems that vary from Academy to Academy (forgot to mention- Shade seems very ableist and strength-based, which is a very Vacuo-unique issue that the other Academies don't deal with). I'd argue the biggest issues lie with the Combat Schools, given how young students start training, though the Combat Schools aren't required.
Otherwise, the Academies lie in a gray area. The people on Remnant don't live like we do; they're in a perpetually post-apocalyptic world with monsters as an existential and very real threat. Even if you don't have any Huntsman relatives, it's still very likely you've either lost someone to the Grimm, or know someone who did. They're a constant threat unless you live a very privileged life, and even then, they can still be a threat. Fighting is a very normal and necessary thing in the world of Remnant, and is pretty much baked into the world's cultures. Civilization being destroyed is a very real threat, and a constant one, and the population on Remnant is much lower than here, IRL. So something like the Academies are genuinely necessary there, whereas it wouldn't be here.
Its a very complicated and nuanced thing lol. People have a hard time really believing that the Academies lie in a gray area, rather than being completely 100% evil and unnecessary. They're very necessary, and have flaws. The only way you can believe they aren't necessary is if you think the Grimm are somehow secretly Not That Bad. Dunno, it's complicated lol.
#felix (host)#rwby#rwby rambles#rwby analysis#rwby meta#beacon academy#shade academy#fr tho the Academies are NOT as bad as ppl make em out to be#not all of them anyways#and the issues they do deal with are systemic#systemic problems are hard af to get rid of#and the Academies are at most like. 80 years old#at most!!#thats a really really short timeframe!#systemic issues don't just disappear like that#its more likely the Academies are like. 60-70 years old#again. short ass time frame#America has had longer to get rid of its own issues and we've only gotten worse tbh#and we don't have to deal with shit like the Grimm#so its not surprising the Academies still have issues esp when the kingdoms themselves still deal with those issues#its surprising how progressive Beacon is!#Vale as a whole is pretty progressive really#in comparison to other kingdoms at least#no thanks to Oz i don't doubt tbh#this IS the guy who singlehandedly abolished monarchies and militaries across the world#regardless it's still surprising Beacon/Vale is the one with the least amount of issues#given the timeframe#idk its just. gestures. ppl overestimate a lot#asks#melancholydonuts
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just lost my entire analysis that I spent 3 hours on somehow even though I distinctly made a point of saving it several times to my drafts.
all that’s there are my initial jot notes after my computer crashed every time I tried to add any images.
#maybe I just. shouldn’t make analyses lol.#maybe the universe is trying to tell me to shut the fuck up ghajxocfjnf#anyways. this and a whole host of other issues means I probably need a new computer soon. joy.#I’ve been looking and everything is so expensive oh my god.#storyrambles#random thoughts
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I'm so fucking tired I already think the holidays are Bad why does everything around me make them Worse
#just. i just want it to stop#i just want to not feel constantly bad#im always either too tired too angry or too sad and im. struggling#i truly wish that killing myself was an option. i know it's not. it hasn't been for a while but I'm so tired i wish it was still#in the last. idk l. 3 to 4 months I've cried at least at much as I've done in the last decade i don't have energy for. a lot of stuff#i just wish things were idk if easier i just wish there were less shit to worry about#i truly wish i could just die. id just add way to many burdens and issues for others that i know i can't do that to anyone#. but i wish i just could. i don't want to deal with anything anymore#... idk it's 2 am and stuff keeps happening no matter how much i try to. just be at least a bit okay i fucking can't#I've been relapsing which like i know it's bad and doesn't help but crying didn't make me feel better either#i truly just. feel or of options at my current state of existing#and trying to find a different one. it's not host complicated. doesn't feel possible. idk#idek what I'm saying anymore#.. it's a post ill be surprised if i don't end up deleting them#it. whatever.#my posts#bc every one in a while if i feel too much like shit i check other times i felt like shit#bc what the fuck is this tag if not me being patheticly sad
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so yea running servers isnt like a cheap thing is what ive been learning these past couple weeks
#fair warning this is me just like going off new knowledge so i could be getting things wrong#buying an actual server isnt really that expensive itself! the issue is like actually running it and when you have actual ppl on said serve#thats where costs start racking up#theres different ways to go about handling a server but mainly what ive been getting from this is:#self hosting (running urself) or managed hosting (having a 3rd party run it for you)#so when ur small or solo u can get away with managed servers cause theyre pretty lowcost or free#and you usually want to go this route if you dont have the skills built up to take care of a server yourself#or if you arent interested in learning cause its pretty time consuming and u have to upkeep it#but they are scary expensive once u get a certain amount of users from what ive seen#its extremely convenient and gives u peace of mind but theres no point using the service if ur making enough money#especially since you wont have as much control of your server if its managed#so at that point just hire people to take care of your own servers you buy#however there are still server costs u need to pay (along with the people u have hired)#im only bringing this up to say that solmare is running ''two'' separate servers for two seperate games (as far as ik)#and probably arent making that much more in profit cause#me as a user...if i have two games that r practically the same on my phone im not spending money on both#its either one or the other#but you still need to pay accordingly to have both of these servers up#like realistically they arent gonna be able to keep both apps running indefinitely#but yea whatever they were saying in the beginning about having both games running and not forgetting about the og#was either a very generous guess or they were just lying#if it were like a nikki game situation where all the games r very different then maybe it would have been feasible#anyways yea sorry i needed an excuse to talk about the website stuff ive been learning!! and obey me is always in the back of my head#im like thinking about this stuff a lot cause for my site i need to have a server and its like okay we r gucci rn#i can stick with managed for now cause im assuming its gonna stay small#but like...theres always that non zero percent chance that it might not be gucci later on lol#so been researching a lot and i just dont wanna run my own server that sounds so boring its not even funny#so yea im just like AHHH
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I started playing Webfishing yesterday, and now I'm running a discord server to coordinate fishing hangouts with new friends?! This is very new to me but I'm having lots of fun!! If you are also into Webfishing and want to fish together, I can send you the server link :3
#only issues: im playing via steam library sharing. which ends soon. so my empire may be short lived.#but webfishing is so much fun :3#i got tired of the lag when i joined other servers so i decided to host one myself and then i just spent all day with a group of people !!#and i talked to them!!#INSANE BEHAVIOR FOR ME!!!!! I MADE FRIENDS!!!!??!?!#proud of myself :3#gonna eat dinner n hang out with my beautiful wife and then make the discord server pretty because rn it is as default as it gets#batty blogging#text#webfishing
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Bun-Bun Silva will really spend copious amounts of time with D.oc Q then have the gall to wonder why she gets sick so easily. 😔
#nah for real though - he doesn’t actually make bun ill - bun just has a weakened immune system and her own host of issues#bun just tends to seek him out when she’s not well#so they can both lay in a shivering sweaty pile under his coat#then cue la.ffitte eventually storming in to take his spouse to heal in their bed!! not on the floor!!#hnnnnn anyway guess who’s not doing too hot. again.#I’ve been ill since Saturday and I hardly got through work today#on the topic of doc i bought a tcg card of him and a few others because i really liked the artwork#the artist captured how I envision him/how I attempt to draw him so well!!#thou shalt surely die#S/I: Bun-Bun Silva#Forbidden Fruit AU
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