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mayfast · 6 months ago

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Hello! I Just recently started developing Spider brainrot and I'm just now starting to interact with the fandom. I haven't even considered Aocorro as a thing before but can I just say that your series had me HOOKED? amazing, wonderful series, I'm loving it.

Greetings!

Sorry it's taken me forever to get back to you. But thank you so much! I'm really glad that our interaction wasn't a traumatizing one. This fandom can get a little scary sometimes.

Honestly, this pairing struck me over the head so randomly one day, and I immediately became obsessed. My poor roommates had to listen to me prattle on about my theories about Spider and Ao'nung getting together. I think they were just humoring my little delulu self.

I think their dynamic would be so perfectly slotted together. I know Ao'nung's original name was Nu'nung and Spider's was Javier, which had me thinking about Neytiri and Jake's Enemies to lovers trope, and I saw a lot of parallels. A na'vi with some serious distaste for humans or anything human related and an outcast that doesn't fit in anywhere? Um yes please.

But then I remembered the movie. After Neteyam died, I think, (at least I hope), Ao'nung won't be so prejudice against good humans and Avatars. Like his hate for the RDA will SPIKE. He lost a friend, and is overall probably traumatized from the three brothers battle, almost losing his life and his sister's will do that to anyone. But I think he'll give Spider a chance if the Sully claim him as theirs.

More so, shifting to Spider a little bit, Cameron wasn't kidding when he said Spider is the glue. The more I looked at this kid from different angles the more I fell down the rabbit hole. We don't see much of Jake's life on Earth, but we know it sucked, he was an alcoholic reject after he lost everything he had going for him, movie happens, we met Neytiri, a wonderful person and complex character who's lost a lot too but she still got something to fight for. Like Jake, we don't see too much of her life before their meeting. But together the pair make history, however it's also with Quaritch. We don't know about Quaritch and Paz, except that they loved Spider, and maybe just maybe they were trying to make a good life for their baby out there. Couldn't be much worst than the Earth Jake showed us right?

Now, we have a proper history. Where was I going with this? Oh yeah, We have the Sully family (which will take on the protagonist roles from A3 and onward) and we have Spider. Their parents took shit away from each other. Spider lost his entire family, and after FoP probably a chunk of sanity after the Neurosect. He's always been the reject. And the Sully siblings lost Neteyam, their grandfather, their ancestral home, their new home, and friends, and way of life.

I say this with no hate to Jake, love this babygirl mwah, but he lied straight to his kids faces and told them Spider would be fine. He's a marine, like Ardmore, he know being a kid will not save you if your in enemy hands. Like he's right, there wasn't anything he could do once Spider got to BridgeHead. That would be a suicide mission.

Spider probably doesn't have a lot of trust in the Sully's adults after A2. Like they are on the same side, they want the same thing, but Spider knows they will not hesitant to leave him. (As seen in the comics). (I actually have a theory going that in A3 or A4 once the family start getting chased again, Spider will immediately split from the pack and look to save himself, because in his mind the Sully's will be fine. They will not help me, which will cause Jake to freak out, like where is my SON?). Spider was treated more like a kid by the recoms than the other adults. I think it was Prager or Wainfleet trying to guide/comfort him after Quaritch goes down with Cupcake. (Which I lowkey hope we see some moments of Spider with them. Him with his Auntie and Uncles). Whatever...

My point is, the series is about the kids, them growing up in a time of war, their families hating each other, but they themselves love each other. Like if Romeo and Juliet were the 'only childs' of their familes that found solace in each other as siblings.

The history of their species and families are going to be additonal pressure points in the next couple of movies.

And I don't think there'll be times that they won't blame each other.

"Oh your mother was going to kill me!"

"Your dad burnt my hometree!"

"Did you forget your dad helped him?"

"You saved a monster"

"A monster that saved my life twice, more than anyone else did!"

Moving forward, I genuinely believe these other teens ( The Metkayina, and the wind-trader teen) are going to be a source of comfort for the siblings to express their grief and raging emotions to. We know for sure that going to their parents in this situation would lead to. A bias judgement in which they try to influence their children with their own emotions. Neytiri blaming Spider and Quaritch convincing Spider that the Sullys never cared about him. I know Spider didn't have anyone outside the Sully siblings to express himself too. As a scientist myself, all the other scientist I know aren't the best with emotions, or children. Besides, Spider doesn't want to be seen in a negative light with these pent up frustrations. Again, which is why I think he is going to latch the fuck onto new friends who don't have a judgement on his family history.

So looking at everyone else's interpretations of Ao'nung I see him as a learner of sorts. He's an asshole, sure, but he's starting to recognize he doesn't know people without seeing them. He likes testing boundaries, but has always lived a such comfortable life, that meeting a stray cat like Spider makes him feel serious things that make him mature a little more. Being with Spider is going to let him push and pull boundaries to his comfort level.

Spider doesn't take shit from anyone, but doesn't let himself open up. So I think he and Ao'nung could really balance each other out with their experiences. Ao'nung makes a snide comment that's a little too out of line, Spider's stomping on his toes. Spider refusing to eat or sleep till he feels like he's properly earned his keep? (Because stray cats have to fight a spot to sleep). Ao'nung's smothering him with love or picking him up and dragging him back to dinner.

So sorry with the long winded answer, but thank you. These two have lived rent free in my head for months and its driving me a little bit mad. So I just really want the community to see what I see and make some more fanart/fiction so I can sit back and just read it myself.

What about you? Got any ideas about those two?

#ao3 #spider socorro #ao3 writer #avatar the way of water #avatar #miles socorro #miles spider socorro #ao'nung #aonung #avatar spider

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randomkposts · 1 year ago

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I was reading the page on Jill (path of Radiance), and read that she could (and often would) defect if the player sent her to face her father, and had an "oh yah that used to be a thing sometimes" moment.

That could have been intresting to see put into action in the Fates and Houses games. For Fates that could have added to Revelations in particular. Just picture Saizo or Kagero attacking Ryoma only for him to go "WTF are you doing? You are my retainers! It's your job to protect me." And they go "oh yah. That is our job." And imeadeatily defect, and only rejoin later when he does. Except, you know. More seriousness.

For Houses, there would probably be a lot of thought put into who would evoke which reaction from what character, but it would also be really intresting worldbuilding, for one set of characters to face off against each other and have teary goodbyes, but facing off a different friend has your character go "so long and thanks for all the gear" and defect. It could be prevented with the right supports, but with the amount of supports in the game being numerous the player initally has no idea why that went diffrently.

Kind of an intresting gameplay ballance, as the player can go around recruiting almost everyone, to give the opposition a chance to recruit their units back.

I would give Lord's a chance to recruit, and give Edelgard the most conditions needed to fulfill a rerecruitment (as she is the lord with the most reserve), and Dimitri and Claude I'm torn on. Claude is the one with the most supports, but Dimitri is good at inspiring personal loyalty. I'd probably say that there are recruitment conditions the lords need to fulfill first.

I'd love it to have -"a different enemy character must talk to them first"-before the recruitment attempt, but that makes it hard to have happen on subsequent playthroughs, as you can just recruit the prior class.

Felix is not recruitable by a Blue Lion if he kills his father or any of his friends (as by then he is locked into his negitive character arc).

It would probably have been really base breaking and inspired reset had it actually implamented, as players would hate their well trained units defecting and fighting them, as well as cause shipping discourse, but storywise could have been an intresting angle to explore.

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anco-writes · 4 months ago

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Fattytober Day 1: Something New

https://www.furaffinity.net/view/58305134/

the premise of the prompt list I saw said to focus on ONE character. Over the course of the month. Steadily growing fatter. I've never done that before. I've always liked weight gain sequences, I love the idea of a character getting fatter over time, but it's not something I've ever really tried to produce myself. But well, here we are. The first episode's definitely a bit meta, and I talk about this very subject within. The main character, and the one who'll be getting fatter over the course of the month, is Ace! Beloved Ace, our system's resident femboy. there's definitely gonna be gender stuff down the line, but for now, I've rambled enough. This one isn't even a full 1k words, and I'm aiming for around 2 pages each, which should end up with, logically, 31k and 62 pages, which uh, is a lot! but not when you do it one day at a time i guess? we'll see. Maybe I'll write a novel in November while I'm at it :U Day 1: Something New

“So you’ve never done that sort of long form content before?” A blue avian sat in a comfortable office, opposite a slender fox. Their words clearly stirred up some level of agitation in their conversational partner.

“Don’t call it content! But no, we’ve never really experimented with it. You know, rapid gains, quick feedback, Swelling out of your clothes, that sort of thing is where the money’s at. Having a character gain slowly over an extended course of time is something that’s better left to a time skip if you ask me. Besides, what would we even write about? There would need to be a narrative, I can’t imagine the mind numbing minutia of slowly fattening a character and just describing them a few pounds fatter each time. I mean really, more pronounced changes-” “I’m gonna cut you off there.” The bird sighed, shaking their head and tapping their taloned fingers against the clipboard they were working with. “I can understand your misgivings. Like you’ve said, we’ve never done long form Narrative Arcs-” They made air quotes and rolled their eyes as they said it. “But the whole point is to try something new, get out of your comfort zone. You know. It’s no different from saying “I could make a pollock” when you’ve never even touched a canvas before. You hate that sentiment, so why shy away from the challenge.

The silver furred fox glowered at the comparison, huffing as they shifted in their seat. “That’s not a fair comparison. I never said I could write that sort of stuff.”

“But you won’t know until you try.” Red was smirking as they trotted the phrase out.

“You know I’ve been seeing a lot of discourse about the ‘do it scared’ mantra-” As Ace tried to derail the subject, Red interrupted by withdrawing a small pistol and shooting the silver fox right in his chest.

Silence hung in the room as Ace’s eyes trembled, startled by the loud BANG that rang out. First they looked down at their chest, no pain, but maybe that was just shock? They raised their paw and touched the spot that had been hit, but found no blood or anything. “What the, FUCK! Not funny, what the hell Red?” As Ace shot up from their seat, the blue bird just laughed it off.

“I know what you’d been thinking. ‘Long form weight gain stories where the character simply eats a lot of lives a sedentary life style is antithetical to my political views about how weight gain and excersize are political entities, blah blah blah. Nobody’s coming here for that! But I know your silly shield of ethics would prevent you from working this angle, so I came up with a fun solution that I know you’ll love.”

Ace immediately began to feel around under their hoodie, knowing a dart or something was surely sticking into them right now. “S-So what, you just shoot me with a weight gain gun and I get fat? That’s hardly a long form arc!” An electric sensation began to spread through Ace’s body, ears twitching and tail swishing in anticipation for the waves of euphoria that were likely to follow.

“Oh you’d like that wouldn’t you? Familiar territory and all. Well, no such luck, foxy boy. You are right, I did shoot you with a weight gain dart. A long form, slowly acting, weight gain dart. It’ll run its course in a month. Exactly 31 days actually.”

The anticipation Ace had built up… well at first it felt like it vanished, but instead it lingered, in a most horrifying way. The adrenaline rush of oncoming expansion died down, but instead they focused on their body and found no immediate stimuli to react to. Ace wasn’t above admitting they liked to be fattened up, but it had always been a rather bombastic affair… And being caught was always the fun part, the moment you slip up and your predator has their way with you, despite your best efforts.

Being shot point blank in the middle of a conversation did feel a bit like a cop out to the thrill seeking fox, but at the same time, they saw the framework of a mental battlefield laid out before them. “I bet you think you’re so clever for that one.”

“Hey, you could have come up with something else. Like a fresh splash of paint on a prospective imitation of a pollock, I quite literally fired the first shot to motivate you. You’re free to retaliate, use whatever of Cecil’s magic or your mask or any other silly trick up your sleeve, you could even try and beat me at my own game and fatten yourself up by an arbitrarily large amount, but that dart would still be in your system delivering slow burn narrative tension.

The point is, we’re trying something new here. I look forward to seeing 31 days of progress from you~ Session’s over, you’re free to do whatever, fight your fate, embrace it, concoct a multi stage epic trying to reverse the effects, maybe that one would be the best bet, you’ll probably end up pretty massive~ But that’s time, good luck~!” Red waved their feathery hands, beady red eyes flicking towards the door. “Don’t let it hit you on that big ‘ol ass on the way out!”

Ace, still standing from the little outburst earlier, slumped forward and began to leave. “Well… I do like some attention… SOME!” As they made their way out, they rubbed a wary paw over the seat of their pants… was it getting bigger already, or was he just imagining it?

#fattytober #weight gain #slow gains #slow burn #month long #fox #pheonix #in case anyone wondering Red is not a bluebird #she's a pheonix #non binary #Ace uses he/they (unless he's going full fem mode #maybe that will come up!)#Red uses She/They

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wyrmalien · 2 years ago

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House vs House. Who wins

THIS IS SO HARD YOU CANT DO THIS TO MEEEEE

In the barebones. House wins. because the original House (and all subsequent adaptations) don't actually go beyond "fucked up ceiling", in fact most don't even go beyond "this corner has 3 angles. creepy!" House is established as an IMMENSE superstructure that will drive you mad from the dark and the space and the impossible-ness of it alone. There is no Keziah Mason or ultimate sacrifice, there is just the house. And as HoL says, "God's a house. Which is not to say that our house is God's house or even a house of God. What I mean to say is that our house is God." Also HoL is written infinitely better than any existing witch House adaptations that's just a fact as much as I desire to change that

In my heart, of course, the House is sooooooo much more fucked up. my mind still battles between "impossible rooms that span for miles and contain other rooms" and "this House is made of meat and bleeds and if you press your hand to the wall its warm and you can hear it breathing". Is the House Azathoth or Nyarlathotep to me? yes and no. my relationship with it is complicated. I need each of my ideas to be made into a cabinet of curiosities-esque miniseries but of different, valid witch House interpretations. u understand. in my heart I favour the House because I have insane autism about this shitty little story. I also personally enjoy the characters that inhabit the House more than the characters who inhabit and are involved with the house.

Now if we're pitting two bad bitches against each other in a fight I have no idea which house would win against the other. The house is dark, endless, and there is a physical darkness that injures Johnny at one point that could be the house or something that resides in the house. this house hates you. The House is also endless, but only around May Eve to me. The House grows and gets Worse as Walter gets Worse; it's angles sag and twist as Walter grows more fatigued, and the wood fades as his hair loses its colour from the stress. The House and Walter (and to an extent all its inhabitants) are intertwined on a metaphorical level. The House also acts as an intersection between reality and the higher dimensions, by its very nature it si a gateway and a place where the veil is so thin Walter can be heard through the walls. Both are very old, the house has hallways made of stone that is as old as the Appalachian mountains and the House contains dimensions that lead to the homes of the forgotten Elder Things. Both are fucked up. Both, it could be argued, are Gods. I think if you put them in a ring to fight it out they would have fucked up house sex.

The house fucking hates you but I'm not sure about the House yet. it hates you. it loves you. it's an animal. uncertain. if we're being funny it Despises Elwood and enjoys mildly inconveniencing Walter. God dammit I wish the cabinet witch House had done so much more with it

Mythos friends mutals and strangers please share your fucked up house thoughts, ideas, headcanons, etc in the reblogs or replies I love architectural horror and I love seeing lots of takes on it :)

#this shit was so haed to format on mobile. but colour :)#house of leaves #the dreams in the witch house #cthulhu mythos #asks #THANK U FOR THE ASK REV ACTIVATING MY AUTISM!!!!!!!!!!

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weezly14 · 2 years ago

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Hey Weezly, wondered about your thoughts on EP 9 of TCR. Tough one to watch, at least for me anyway. Thanks!

Hi there. You may regret asking for my thoughts.

Let me preface this by saying that I came into this show wanting to like it. I think Tom Holland is a great actor, and the source material was interesting, and I was curious to see what they'd do with it - especially once it became clear they were going the "inspired by" route rather than an adaptation of the Billy Milligan book.

That being said, I think episode 9 is when we start seeing the plot really get going, and, as a result, see just how poorly constructed it is. Episode 9 laid bare all the flaws and issues I could ignore in previous episodes. I'm going to watch the last episode because I've invested all this time already, but I liked this show a lot more before I watched this episode.

Here's a brief bullet-pointed list of some of my issues with it:

i hate this courtroom drama angle. a) that's not how trial works and b) why the fuck are we having a trial in the first place. Is he not pleading guilty? The trial just makes it clear how convoluted and contrived the case is - a shooting that injured but did not kill - and I know we were given the heads up that the defense lawyer isn't a good trial lawyer 2 episodes ago or something, but god, I could've represented Danny better. And the prosecutor gave a great performance except I cannot imagine a judge allowing half the shit he did. Also, again, the defense lawyer? Didn't cross-examine Marlin? wtf

the racial and sexual politics of this show are all the fuck over the place, and I could sort of let it slide but nope, now I've gotta call it out. 1) the prosecutor has been so clearly and completely painted as The Bad Guy so she's an easy target for abuse from viewers because she's being mean to our protagonist, and the fact that she (and the judge, who I assume will give Danny a harsh sentence next week - because the jury decides the verdict but the judge decides the sentence) is black and Danny is white? Feels some kind of way. 2) Angelo on the stand? This is a drug dealer, why would he show up? Further on Angelo - in like a 10 second scene last week we saw that Jonny-Danny had apparently a sexual relationship with him which makes the trying to get a gun scene hit so different. There's so much to unpack here. And yet. 3) Jerome. So, like most of the actors on this show, he's given a great performance. He and Tom have had some great scenes. But a) the amount of emotional labor this black character has done for the white character he barely knows is vaguely upsetting, b) when we're first introduced to Jerome via Ariana it doesn't come across as Great Love (sure we can debate this but I digress) but as soon as he seeks out Danny in prison and on the stand we get that narrative of practically Soulmates, c) this show purports to take place in the 70s - not a great time to be gay! To say nothing of the extra layer of race. Stonewall was 1969, dudes. On the one hand, super glad we're not having to listen to slurs. On the other, how is seemingly everyone barely blinking at Danny having a female alter or at the very least, if they don't accept the idea of alters, cross-dressing and fucking dudes? The prosecutor tries to prove that Jerome and Danny/Ariana weren't a couple because they never interactied outside the club - I'm sorry, it's the 1970s. Again, there is so much to unpack here re: Jerome as both a black man and a gay man and! We are getting! Nothing!

I liked Rya well enough but this episode she really grated on me? Her monologues felt preachy and patronizing.

Candy. So, one of the things I've come back to over and over is - we know Marlin abused Danny, and now we're to believe that Candy, on some level, knew. We also know that she married Marlin and theoretically stayed with him for financial reasons. Financial abuse is real, I'm not discounting that. But aside from being a dick, we don't really see Candy and Marlin's relationship as terribly abusive. She's so deferential to him, and yet we never see why, what has her so scared of him. She has a job! Her child is out of the house! Her characterization has been nearly nonexistent and it's frustrating.

So after struggling with undiagnosed MPD/DID for his entire life, we're supposed to accept that Danny, who was given a diagnosis like three days ago, is suddenly able to control his alters? With no issue? The scene 2? 3? Episodes ago where he tells Rya there are voices and he needs help is completely undermined by how much of a nonissue his alters have been in the interim.

All press tour Tom has been saying this show is about asking for help, and Danny asked for help in that scene - which was a great scene, I felt so seen there - and then in episode 9 we get Rya saying how brave or whatever Danny is for asking for help. BUT! He didn't! He committed a crime and was sent to jail and ended up in these therapy/interrogation sessions and then eventually yes, asked for help. But he was not out there crying for help, asking to be saved. He had his alters! He was unaware that he wasn't okay!

It's so clear that this show doesn't know what it wants to be and doesn't know what its focus is. Is it Danny? Is it Rya? The first 4 episodes are their own fucking show, and 6-9 are their own show. 5 feels like its own thing, too.

Additionally, this show is set in the 1970s. Why? Because Billy Milligan. Except they took the teeth out of that story, completely sanitized it to the point that there are virtually no stakes, but kept the set dressing. But that's literally all it is at this point. We get b-roll of 70s London, we have the costumes and cars, but aside from one shot of defense lawyer in army fatigues, we have no real sense of where we are in time. That is the only allusion to Vietnam. The prosecutor talked about incarceration like she's also read The New Jim Crow. Not a slur to be heard despite the fact that we are allegedly between Stonewall and AIDS. Rya talks about mental health like someone might in the present day. If they were already going to not make this about Billy Milligan, why the fuck did they keep it set in the 70s?

It is so frustrating because the actors are giving it their all. Tom? No notes. I was moved this episode, I've been moved all season. But I cannot get away from how poorly constructed this all is. This could've been so good. We should've spent more time digging into each alter. (What the fuck purpose did Mike serve? Ariana is the one "who can have sex" yet we also see Jonny engaging in sex?) What about the other dead alters in the barn? What about Adam. It has been hinted at all season that Marlin was not the first - the existence of Adam before Marlin would indicate that Danny had already experienced something that caused his psyche to split. we know nothing about dad. we still know nothing about Adam!!!!!!! Are we ever getting that resolution? Then what was the goddamn point? Why is there even a trial. Why have him commit a crime that's so toothless and that he's so obviously guilty of? Why structure this around a crime in the first place? Emmy Rossum has been severely underutilized, fuck, even Amanda Seyfried. Cannot believe they got Jason Isaacs to be in like. 17 minutes of this show. And once again, Tom Holland can have no lines and still be the most interesting character on screen. Can he go back to theatre, I'd love to see what he can do with a good script if this is what he can accomplish with a bad one.

I'm tired. This show had such potential, and it's tripping at the finish line. After taking four episodes to get started. Acting is great, cinematography has been good, but story? Writing? It's disappointing. I'm frustrated.

#weezly talks tcr #i'm gonna lose followers i can feel it #if you like this show then good for you!#not saying you can't!

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k00299539 · 10 months ago

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Animation Brief 01 - Week 1 - Mini Me

Above: Femto of the God Hand

The next step in our "Word Building" project was to design and create a "mini-me", essentially a kind of avatar of ourselves which will then be used as a basis for learning about lip-syncing in animation. I knew two things immediately: 1. I shouldn't make the it out of clay because it's a time-conscious medium and thus problematic for such a short project. And 2. I was definitely gonna make it out of clay anyway.

But first I had to decide how I wanted to represent myself in miniature and as you can undoubtedly see from the above image, it got weird. The important thing to understand here is that I hate self-portraits, and over the course of the last two projects I'd somehow already made 12! One clay sculpture, two 3D prints, nine ceramic casts, (and a partridge in a pear tree, etc.)

So needless to say I wanted to do something different. I guess I'd say I wanted to represent my reluctance to make a self-portrait, something that would represent me in a more abstract, less literal way. Plus I wanted something that would seem at home with the Tove Jansson inspired background art I was making for the project. The next step was gathering reference.

Above: The inspiration

I actually hadn't put too much thought into the mini-me 'til I showed up on Thursday morning. I'm showing this whole moodboard of visual reference now but while sketching out this idea all that information remained locked in my head.

The second pic of Gorillaz drummer Russel Hobbs, wearing a rain-poncho with a witch-like hood is forever burned into my head for some reason, I just love designs like that. Thus that pic was my mental jumping off point. I also just like Russel's character in general and his particular trait of hiding his face.

It was after sketching it out and trying to figure out how a hood like that might work in 3D that I turned my attention toward Raven from the 2003 Teen Titans series, another character I'm fond of for similar reasons. Glen Murakami's character sheets include a full turnaround and the show itself has plenty of reference for the hood at odd angles. I also love the way her face is cast in constant shadow.

The last bit of reference is the Tove Jansson inspiration. I love how she drew Snufkin as such a disheveled little weirdo. I guess at this stage it's obvious I relate to introverted characters. What I took in particular from Snufkin was Jansson's ability to capture so much character and personality using simple shape design. You really get the sense there is a soul behind those eyes.

Above: The design

Yeah... I really didn't experiment much with the design at all. If I'm being generous I could say I knew what I wanted, but really I just knew I was on a timer. You can see a couple of alternate ideas I had in the third sketch, but the whole witches hood plus obscured face combo was important to me.

Actually I started to get a little worried around this point. First that an all black face might look like, well, blackface. And second, that if left white, the pointed hood might have a KKK connotation. Sometimes with art, intention matters less than reception. A lot of online racists hide behind the idea of "plausible deniability", with work that acts as a dog whistle for those with similar ugly beliefs. I really don't want anyone to think there's a bigoted undertone to anything I make.

Thankfully that problems lies mostly in how I choose to colour the piece, so I can cross that bridge when I come to it. Honestly had it crossed my mind earlier I might have gone back to the drawing board entirely, but we're here now and I can only make the best of what I have.

I don't know, even having written all that, I'm still conflicted over it.

Above: I should've taken more progress pics...

I was basically just stalling on the design part, I knew the gist of what wanted but I didn't have particularly good plans on turning that design in a clay sculpture. I actually started to contemplate just going home that Thursday to put a model sheet together and then come in again Friday.

Obviously this was a bad idea for a lot of reasons and eventually Gemma convinced me to leave aside the planning and just start working with clay. Probably the best advice I could've gotten.

I rolled out a couple of slabs and after leaving them to firm up a bit, I used a template to roll one into a cylinder. This would serve as my base. Gemma helped me out a bit here too, suggesting how I create the shoulders by attaching a slab as support and draping another over it. After that it was mostly just scoring and slipping, creating the silhouette bit by bit with slabs. I wanted to have it mostly done as I knew it'd need to be fired on Friday. And on Friday the kiln is loaded at 12:30.

Above: 12:30 on a Friday

Anyway, I got it done as much as I could before leaving it down to be fired. I would probably have spent more time on it had I not been under pressure, but being honest I'm the kind of artist who spends 90% of their time trying to make things 1% better. I doubt it'd have made much of a difference.

What probably would've made a difference was having more of a plan before I started. It was really one of those things you have to do poorly once to learn how to do right, if that makes sense. There's certain changes that occurred en-route I'm happy with, like the kid of abstract, geometric look to the whole thing. But other changes I feel could be improved upon include the overall size and shape of the hood and especially the length of the head in general. The hood is tall and top heavy when it really should be the opposite.

Overall though I'm happy with how it turned out ... as long as it doesn't explode in the kiln.

#lsad #3d #ceramics #animation #art #world building

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anemonecoronaria · 3 months ago

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anyway bc im fully into my periodic undignified nightly word vomit marathon let me list things im interested in and see if i can figure out smth abt myself thru it okay i really want to:

Photography. I like photographing things especially wildlife and birds. i actually think im rlly decent in taking pictures of inanimate things BUT i cannot take a picture of someone for the life of me i canr master people’s angles. Since im studyinf architecture i think wildlife and architectural photography are really cool, especially random interesting things you may take pics of.

If i get more into this i think i can actually be a rlly good photographer but again consistency lol, which i lack.

guitar is becoming rlly attractive to me. when beirut started getting struck on the daily i learnt li beirut on the piano and i was actually quite decent you know? but i ditched it if i hadnt id be playing it rlly well right now but i also discovered it’s actually a piece composed by a Spaniard during the spanish civil war about some gardens there and idk but it’s such a beautiful piece to me and it reinforces my belief that Mediterraneans share the exact same culture and soul but in different frequencies i cant explain it

i like drawing but ironically enough for an architecture student sketching more organic shapes is easier for me than just doing straight lines and perspective. I hate drawing in perspective and i rlly love the creativity that comes with painting and animation, even landscapes sound better to me. I dont draw or sketch daily but maybe I should start doing so bc my drawing is stuck halfway between good and bad and i feel consistency would do me a whole lot of good. I have potential and drew a lot as a kid, and i want to get into painting and charcoal mediums too

im immersing myself in Spanish bit by bit. I feel in love with it and listening to music in spanish has rlly helped me, as did random translations thru google extensions. I will say that knowledge of etymologically latin words in english does help though. But again im not consistent. I’m interested in in Japanese and Russian, but im starting to warm up to french and german (Dark converted me). I tried to learn Hebrew for a year and I can pretty much understand from 1/8 to 1/4 of any written thing depending on the context but the only material abt me to read there is genocidal mania and i have enough of it in English so i just stopped lmao maybe i should return to it. Im not interested in communicaring w it just understanding so i think a year of learning would be enough

Animation sounds extremely interesting, id love ro dabble in it in the future. Graphic design is also sort of appealing especially in the architectural field and presentation

Tatreez requires a high attention span which doesn’t sound ideal for me but i may give it a shot in the future somebody ought to preserve our traditions

Horse-riding 😍😍😍 I just feel like riding a horse and feeling the wind blowing thru my hair would be a healing experience. When i get strong enough in the gym (and get my drivers licence 🥲) i will try it. But rn i have zero core strength and a horse could jump and send me flying into the air

Finally writing and character desigm. I mainly want to learn to draw so i can visualise my own characters but the only thing im actually consistently good at is character building and development.

I think i do have adhd but ill see. I

#writing informallt is therapeutic #i dint care abr typos #why am i even treatint tumblr as a place for friends #this’ll be my dumpster fire late night ramble diary from now on

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ourflagmeansgayrights · 1 year ago

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hello! saw you tagged me in the comments. i'm also not trying to start a fight, so i want to make it clear that everything i say is just my opinion of this show and you are under no obligation to agree with me etc etc you get the idea. you wanted to know my thoughts tho so here there are:

firstly, i think the show pretty firmly suggests that equating "crew" with "family" is a brand-new, never-before seen pirate management strategy invented by stede bonnet. we don't exactly see a lot of how the typical pirate ship is run, but we have a lot of dialogue to paint us a pretty good picture: "culture of abuse, floggings, keelhaulings" from stede, which is supported by buttons later in the episode when he suggests stede needs to try "an iron fist, something to really sink their teeth into, make them earn their keep." izzy grabbing fang's beard in episode 2 and fang saying that this is something izzy regularly does, that he hates when izzy does it, and that expressing his discomfort probably wouldn't stop izzy from doing it anymore. ed and calico jack in episode 8 recounting how horrible working for hornigold was, and jack later saying that pirates don't even have friends because they're all in various stages of fucking each other over.

and secondly: narratively speaking, the point of ^All That^ in the paragraph above culminates in episode 9, when we actually get a direct contrast between how the crew has come around to stede's captaining style, and how much izzy's captaining style does not include treating the crew as a family. we see the crew band together to save stede's life, and several minutes later we are shown them voting unanimously to mutiny and kill izzy almost as soon as izzy is put in charge.

i also don't consider izzy's line about "losing several of our men, by the way" to be indicative of izzy actually caring about the crew any more than ed does (which, imo, the weight of that responsibility does weigh on ed, as evidenced by what he says to stede when lucius is finishing up his countdown). to me, it sounds like izzy is annoyed they're going to have to hire more staff. if i was writing this show and i wanted to make a point about how much izzy is trying to defend his "family," i would have izzy like, at least name some of the people they lost? or maybe bring up this point again at any point during the rest of the show? but the unnamed dead crew members are never mentioned again.

that's the other thing: i don't "conveniently forget" that ed ordered a bunch of unnamed pirates to their death at the end of e3 so he could rescue this fascinating blond guy. i mostly don't ever bring it up, because the show doesn't bring it up, because it's not really important to the show. ofmd is not about reckoning with the full consequences of violence or about contemplating what it means to have to kill in order to survive. in a different show, ed getting his men killed would be a huge part of the story. in this show, it never comes up again. and the audience is free to analyze this show from whichever angles we want, but really honing in on the death of unnamed background characters is not particularly relevant if we're trying to keep our analysis somewhat aligned with the actual text itself.

so, since you asked me to try and make this make sense for you, here's how i personally read the whole situation with izzy's "safe space" and stede's "safe space" and whether ed's actions jeopardize izzy's "safe space"

in ofmd, piracy As A Whole is not really a "community" so much as it's just an extensive network of career criminals who have resorted to highway robbery at sea in order to survive. they're not radical freedom fighters, they're thieves who for the most part most likely try to avoid interacting with any european navy ships because there's probably not much to loot there but there are plenty of cannons and armed soldiers. also, izzy invites british soldiers into spanish jackie's bar; he's not worried about protecting piracy as a whole

now, if izzy was worried about his "community" as in ed's crew... first of all, why would they only be mentioned in passing once in the entire show. why does izzy never mention them again. second of all, what stede's doing on his own ship doesn't directly affect the safety of anyone except for himself and his own crew. stede's actions don't put any pirates on any other ship in danger at all. the only way that stede's captaincy affects ed's crew at all is in how ed chooses to interact and behave with stede. which is ed's decision, and if ed's decisions put people at risk then stede isn't the one izzy should be taking issue with (which he does, but for most of the show he blames all of ed's behavior on stede). but also...

...ed doesn't even have to be on the ship for blackbeard's crew to stay safe. we know this bc of what ed says in episode 4, and from how the dutch merchants in e6 react just to seeing blackbeard—and while ed is literally in the middle of having a panic attack! these days, the blackbeard flag does most of the work. ed barely has to do anything to maintain blackbeard's reputation

AND speaking of the reputation of blackbeard being the thing that keeps them safe: when ed suggests retirement and letting izzy be the new captain (not letting izzy be the new blackbeard, because remember, the plan is "what if blackbeard turned up dead?"), izzy does not seem worried about survival at all. he's excited for a promotion. the reputation of blackbeard will be gone at that point. and yet izzy does not seem concerned about this at all.

basically tho, the biggest reason i struggle with the interpretation of izzy as a "protector" of his "community" is that we aren't given hard evidence that izzy cares about any sort of "community" or that he's ever really done all that much "protecting." the closest thing to proof of izzy caring is him mentioning that they've lost men, but it really reads to me like he's annoyed by the inconvenience of it more than he's saddened by the death of people he cared about. when interacting with the revenge crew, ivan and fang's only real commentary on izzy is "yeah he's a real dick" and then later voting to mutiny against him. things like "well he must have killed all sorts of navy soldiers in the past!" or "as a first mate, his job would be to take care of the crew" are all perfectly plausible as possible theories and headcanons, but in this show where historical accuracy is a joke and even the laws of physics are often disregarded, anything about the life of piracy that's not explicitly shown or stated on screen can't really be assumed to be accurate.

more importantly: anything that might have happened off-screen or pre-canon that doesn't get mentioned in the show can be assumed to be not nearly as important to the characters or to the story as a whole as what we do see on screen.

and to me, what we see of izzy is someone whose coworkers do not like him (e2 beard grab, e6 ivan agreeing when roach calls him a jerk, e9 ivan and fang agreeing to mutiny), who wants to get promoted to captain (e4), who is annoyed when his boss is taking too long to retire (e6), who lords his power over his subordinates (e5, e9), and who, when he realizes that he doesn't have what it takes to be captain (e9), resorts to insulting and threatening his boss into behaving in a way that he deems acceptable (e10).

and that might change! s2 he might finally open up to the crew and consider them family and protect them fiercely. that would be really cool, i love me a good redemption arc. as of right now tho, i am going to have to continue to disagree with your opinion that izzy is a protector of anyone other than himself

Okay, one more thing re: Izzy being a protector of what he sees as his community.

Yes, he called the cops on Stede and it was a terrible thing to do. He betrayed Edward and got Jack killed in the process. He is fiercely loyal but he’s not very bright, we know that.

The thing is, he just didn’t see Stede and his crew as belonging to his community and deserving a place in his safe space. They were outsiders to him and I can understand being weary of outsiders.

Meanwhile Ed doesn’t care that members of HIS OWN CREW died in the raid to rescue Stede from the Spanish. He considers members of HIS OWN "family" disposable and their deaths unworthy of discussion as long as he gets his prize.

And yet the fandom conveniently forgets about this becasue he's the protagonist. I'm not really surprised Izzy gets terrified Ed is changing becasue his reputation was always a great tool to protect their safe space and yet here he is giving exactly zero fucks about losing people.

Please make this make sense because I am truly perplexed.

#txt #meta #mine #rb #izzy hands #edward teach #izzy critical #the izcourse

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miekasa · 4 years ago

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six thirty

+ pairing: armin arlert x (fem) reader

+ genres and warnings: college au, enemies to lovers… kinda… in a very nerdy academic rivalry kind of way, me being a comedian you’re welcome, fluff, smut/nsfw content

+ word count: 5.6k… pls say sike

+ notes: shout out to ryn for listening to me during our very many rambling sessions and also for extorting me into posting this. consider it a late birthday present for my favorite menace </2

+ side notes: no i am not a part of armin nation and i never want to be, nor do i wish speak of this again.

Armin Arlert is the perfect student. Prompt and well prepared during lecture; smart and insightful during office hours; the apple of any teacher’s eye. Unfortunately for him, so are you.

If you asked Armin, you were a little too clever for your own good, and liked to make it very well known that you believe you’re the smartest person in any room you walk into. That may be true, but it doesn’t mean that he has to sit there and worship your superiority complex.

If someone asked you, you’d say that Armin was a know it all, and a manipulative little piece of shit. Again, not a completely false statement, but perhaps a slightly biased character analysis.

Neither of you are wrong. It’s why you’re both the bane of each other’s existence.

There’s a noticeable grimace on your face, chin in your palm, elbows resting atop your desk, as you turn your head to where, sure enough, Armin is seated where he always is: first row, right side, directly in front of the podium, like perfect little teacher’s pet he wants to be. He doesn’t have any books to unpack like everybody else because a shiny, blue iPad is propped up on his desk in place of all of that. He’s robably looking through his pre-written list of showboaty questions to ask during lecture. Like he’s a cut above everyone else.

Maybe some of the other morons in this course, but not you, that’s for damn sure. You bet that if you broke his thousand dollar tablet he wouldn’t think he’s such hot shit anymore. Maybe that would knock him down a couple of pegs.

“Look at him sitting there with his stupid blue eyes, and his stupid Bieber haircut, and his stupid, shiny blonde hair, and his stupid fucking glasses. I bet they’re not even real and he just wears them to—”

“Did you just call his hair shiny?”

You snap your head to your left, “What—no, of course not. I said shoddy, he’s probably a bottle blonde. Maybe all the chemicals from the hair dye seeps into his head and warps his sense of reality.”

“I’m pretty sure you said shiny.”

“Shut up, Annie.”

She raises an eyebrow at you, “You got something against blondes? Because your track record would beg to differ.”

“Once. We kissed once, and it was truth or dare, and we were both sloshed.”

“You still chose me,” she reminds you, pulling her notebook out of her backpack.

You huff, ignoring her words and turning your head back to Armin, this time finding him twirling his stupid fucking expensive Apple Pencil between his fingers like it’s nothing. You can feel your eye begin to twitch.

Perhaps he can, too—or maybe he can just feel your eyes boring holes into him—because he turns in your direction and ceases his pen twirling the moment you make eye-contact. More students filter in, walking past your line of vision, but each time they move, you and Armin meet gazes again; neither one of you daring to look away, a palpable tension between you.

His eyes might be icy blue, but you can see the rose pink tint underneath his skin, even from the distance; a familiar blush that spreads across his nose and cheeks. You exhale with a silent laugh, breaking your eye contact before he grows completely red, just in time for Dr. Zöe to start the lecture.

Everybody thinks that Armin’s so brilliant, so smart, so untouchable. You know that his only genius is that he’s fooling everyone into thinking that he’s the kind, humble, little nerd boy who wouldn’t harm a fly, when that’s far from the truth.

Armin is mean. He’s competitive and possessive and snarky and sly. He’s the definition of a wolf in sheep’s clothing, but you’re pretty sure the only person in the world who might believe that is Eren. Though, you’ve heard some of the insults Armin throws Eren’s way, and they’re not exactly soft. Granted, that’s a factor in any friendship, and most of his jabs are coated with a layer of intellect the brunette likely doesn’t understand, but that doesn’t make Armin any less sarcastic. It just means Eren’s too dumb to know what’s going on.

Poor kid. Maybe it’s for the best.

That’s all to say that Armin is nothing but a big talker—not even; a smooth-talker, is more like it. He comes across as perfect, all good and sweet and soft, because that’s what he lets people see. Nobody else looks through to the sharp tongue and ragged edges, because they’re too busy cooing over innocent blue-eyed baby in front of them.

But you know that Armin, the one he doesn’t want other people to see: the one that’s so good, he’s bad; so sweet that he’s sick; so nice that it’s cruel. And you know just how much pressure to apply to make his façade crack.

And you intend on doing so.

“I don’t know which formula to use—hey, are you two eye fucking again? Cut it out, I’m trying not to fail over here,” Eren exclaims, poking Armin’s shoulder with his pen.

The jab averts the blonde’s attention back to his friend, eyes wide as he blinks himself back to reality. He curses under his breath when he feels a familiar warmth creeping across his cheeks. Few things piss Armin off like the way he gets red in the face after thinking about you, or even just looking at you, for too long. Whether it’s red out of pure annoyance, or another feeling he tries to push down, it’s irritating, and above all, embarrassing.

He spares one more glance over his shoulder, to where you and Annie are sat a few tables away in the library. You’ve looked away by now, focusing back on your notes, but Armin swears he can still see that irritating smirk on your face from this angle.

He rolls his tongue along the inside of his cheek. He should be able to keep it together around you by now, but he can’t, and it bothers him. You bother him.

“We weren’t eye fucking,” he refutes, turning his back to you completely, “She’s such a little know it all sometimes, s’annoying.”

Eren raises an eyebrow. He knows that you and Armin don’t get along, but he doesn’t understand why. Armin knows almost all your friends, and you definitely know all of his—Eren would even go as far as to say that you and him are pretty close friends—so it’s not a matter of not spending time together. You’re also the two smartest people Eren knows. In theory you should have more than enough to talk about together, but every time you’re in the same room, you hardly acknowledge each other outside of surface level commentary, or glances that border on staring.

Thankfully, the bickering remains in the classroom for the most part. Eren’s seen you and Armin go at, and he’ll be the first to admit that it’s beyond intimidating. Though, a little part of him finds it oddly entertaining, and he can’t help but to be impressed. All the more reason for you two to start playing on the same team.

Eren thinks the two of you should get to the root of the issue already. Which, if you asked him, has very little to do with your rivaled academic genius, and a lot to do with your lack of it concerning your feelings for each other.

“She’s not that bad,” Eren vouches for you, “I think you two might get along if you ever spoke outside of trying to one-up each other in class.”

“I’m not trying to one-up anybody,” Armin rolls his eyes, a nasty habit he’s picked up as of late, “And if you stopped and used your brain for a moment, then maybe you could solve the problem.”

“I did use my brain!” Eren’s lips fall into an offended pout, “But none of this makes any sense to me! I fucking hate math, you know that.”

Armin sighs, feeling sympathetic for Eren as he slumps into himself defeatedly. He knows that Eren isn’t dumb, but math in any capacity is certainly not his strong suit. He also knows that he shouldn’t give Eren all the answers, but sometimes he needs a little push to get him there. A little bit of added guidance and motivation to keep him going. It’s either that, or he has to trick Eren into doing the work himself, but clearly that method wasn’t working out today.

“You already solved for the activation energy, now you’re supposed to use the Arrhenius equation in the expanded form.”

Eren’s lips fall into a small o-shape, as his eyes scramble across his paper again. “But—how do you—”

“There’s two measurements given for temperature.”

“Oh. Oh, yeah! Okay, right, but then—”

“You have to convert it to Kelvin first or it won’t work. It’s given to you in Celsius.”

Eren furrows his eyebrows together, and then it finally clicks for him. He mutters to himself as he puts his pencil to paper to begin to work through the problem, “How do I convert—”

“Add 273.15 to it. Make sure you put the bigger one first in the equation, or else you’ll get a negative error.”

“You didn’t even do it,” Eren huffs, angrily punching numbers into his calculator, “How do you know it’s right?”

“Because I took this class already,” Armin reminds him, sparing a brief glance over his shoulder, “Isn’t that why I’m tutoring you?”

Eren coughs over his embarrassed blush, “Oh, yeah, right.”

It’s quiet between them as Eren makes a final attempt at solving the equation, carefully and proudly circling his answer when he’s finished. He looks to Armin with bright eyes, and is content when the blonde gives him a reassuring nod, confirming that his answer is correct.

“Well that was a bitch to work through,” Eren sighs, stretching his arms behind his head with a slight yawn, “Chemistry is nothing but glorified math. It’s barely a science.”

Armin shrugs, but he doesn’t disagree. He isn’t the biggest fan of chemistry, unlike somebody else he knows. “Why’d you take chem if you knew it would have so much math?”

It’s Eren’s turn to shrug, slumping back in his chair and running a hand through his hair, “I gotta take all the pre-med requirements… just in case.”

“You wanna go to med school? Since when?”

Eren averts his eyes from his friend, a telltale sign of his bashfulness coming over him. It doesn’t happen often, but Armin knows it’s sincere when it does.

“Dunno. I’m not sure of it, just wanna keep my options open, you know?” Eren replies casually, “Doctors help make a difference and all that, and surgery looks kind of cool. Besides, if my bastard father could do it, how hard could it really be?”

A gentle smile grows on Armin’s lips, “You can do it. If you really want to, I know you can.”

Eren’s head snaps up, eyes wide and filled with affirmation and adoration. He relaxes his expression quickly after, but the pink hues are still present, “Thanks, Min.”

From his position he catches eye of another head of familiar blonde hair over Armin’s shoulder, and beside it, your own hair. There’s a flash of a moment when your eyes meet Eren’s, and you offer him a small wave before turning back to Annie to resume doing your homework. Eren barely gets the chance to wave back, but a dopey smile sits on his features at your kind gesture. It fades when he looks back to Armin, once again pondering the animosity between you two.

You and Armin aren’t all that different, you just need to get to know each other better. Actually, Eren thinks that you might make a good couple if you both stopped overthinking it.

“So, what’s the deal with you and (_____)?” Eren asks, bending his right knee to wrap his arm around his leg and rest his chin on top of it, “You act like she kicked your cat.”

“What?” Armin questions, flustered, “What—no, she wouldn’t touch Soup.”

Eren quirks an eyebrow at that. “I still can’t believe you named your cat Soup.”

“It’s technically a nickname.”

“A nickname for what?”

“…For Miso Soup.”

Eren blinks. “Okay, if she didn’t mess with Soup, then what’s the issue? You scared of her or something?”

“Why would I be scared of her?” Armin asks, tone incredulous; then softer, more subdued, like a kid who doesn’t want to admit they’re wrong, “’M not scared of her.”

“You stare at her like you are—well, you look kind of angry, but also scared. Like, when you see those balloon things outside of car washes. You hate them, but you can’t look away from them—”

“I am not scared of those!”

“You are, and it’s okay,” Eren waves away his friend’s denial, “Oh, I get it—is this one of those things where she makes you nervous, so you respond with anger and sarcasm instead of thinking through your feelings?”

“You’ve been going to therapy for one month, relax.”

“Maybe you two should go to friend therapy and work this out,” Eren bites back, “It probably doesn’t help that she’s always with Annie. They both look like they would murder someone with no remorse. I admit, it is kind of scary… but it’s kind of hot, too.”

Armin spares him an unamused glare. Eren crosses his arms in defense, “What? I’m not wrong. It’s sexy in a scary kind of way, maybe that’s why you’re always eye fucking. I don’t blame you, she’s hot. I would let her and Annie axe-murder me without regret.”

“Eren?”

“Yeah?”

“Shut up and do problem six, I don’t have all day.”

Eren huffs, but flips the page to the next problem, grumbling under his breath as he attempts the, “It’s not as sexy when you’re mean, you know.”

Armin hits him silent.

Tuesdays are Armin’s favorite days because he only has one class. Sure, it’s three hours long, but it’s much more bearable than his usual eight-hour day.

It’s also the one class he shares with you. Which is why he’s always mentally exhausted by the end of it, but physically, he feels like he could punch a wall; all his pent up anger and frustration is channeled into his body and he’s desperate for an outlet for it. It’s a feeling he hates to love.

Annie seems to have cut class today seeing as she’s not next to you; and it’s almost as if it’s emboldened you to mess with him even more than usual.

He bites his tongue as Dr. Zöe enthusiastically uses your latest point as a segue into the final topic of the evening. He made that same point ten minutes ago. You just worded it differently—admittedly, more concisely, but somehow with a little more nuance, than when he had hesitantly proposed it—and, yeah, maybe you made it sound more convincing, but that didn’t mean that he didn’t come up with it first. If his stupid, fancy stylus didn’t cost upwards of $200 he might have snapped it in half.

You’re definitely the better conversationalist, that much he can admit. Words have never been his forte and he hates the way you can talk circles around him, and that there’s so little he can say to make you stop.

He wishes you would just shut up. In fact, he’d like to shut you up himself.

Thankfully, class ends sooner rather than later. Armin finds himself briefly talking with Dr. Zöe afterwards, most other students having taken the opportunity to leave early for the night. To nobody’s surprise, you’re not one of them, having stuck around to talk to the professor, too.

“The two of you should consider lab research this summer,” Dr. Zöe suggests ardently, walking between the two of you as you exit the lecture hall, “I could really use two students like you!”

Armin chuckles at his boisterous professor. He’s known about the research opportunities at their lab for quite some time now, and he knows that you have, too. “I don’t know that lab work is really my strong suit.”

The three of you come to stop at the hallway intersection, the professor now standing across from you and him. You give them a polite smile, “And I’m not sure that collaboration is mine.”

Armin spares a glance just in time to see you flash one of your own in his direction. Dr. Zöe’s eyes flicker between the two students rapidly, a slight squint to their eyelids.

They aren’t quite sure why their two brightest students seem to despise each other. They wish you two would just get along already, so that they don’t have to spend the summer training half-witted chemical engineering majors how to use basic lab equipment; and instead, conduct some actual research.

“Well, I hope the both of you reconsider,” they smile, “I’ll see you during office hours, I presume?”

You two nod in sync, sending the doctor off with happy smile, just long enough until you see that they’ve turned the corner further down the hall

“Had fun stealing my point earlier?” Armin questions, looking your way as you still wave mindlessly, eye-twitching at your polite façade.

“I would call it improvement,” you tell him, not bothering to turn in his direction; still and smiling waving like the professor can see or hear you, “You should stick to showing, rather than saying. You never were good with your words.”

Armin kisses his teeth together. He’ll give you what you want, if that’s how you want it.

In a fit of irritation, he grabs your moving hand by the wrist, and pulls you down the opposite hallway, not caring for your dramatic wailing behind him.

“Hey, Einstein, the exit is the other way, do you have any idea where we’re going?”

“Ever heard of observational learning? Maybe if you shut up for a second, you would figure it out,” he snaps, pulling you further.

There’s a door on the left that Armin knows is unlocked, and he’s quick to open it and pull you inside. Before you have the chance to glance around, he has you pushed up against the wall, jaw forced up and forward.

He could scoff at the small hitch in your breath at his actions, clearly a little too satisfied with being manhandled; but instead, he takes the opportunity to press your lips together. Armin quite likes the feeling of your lips on his; warm and soft and far too welcoming; a rare moment of silence.

“Someone could hear us.”

Or not so silent.

“Then be quiet,” he snarls.

Armin feels your fingers weave themselves into his hair, scraping along his undercut in sync with his lips trailing down your jaw. A groan falls from his when he feels you tug at the ends of the strands, just hard enough to force his face back to eye level with yours.

“You’re the one with the big mouth.”

“You’re so smart, huh. Always got something to say,” Armin lets out a low chuckle, deft fingers running down your sides to squeeze at your waist, “You can be really fuckin’ annoying, you know that.”

You mirror half of his ministrations, letting your right hand trail down his chest barely brushing over the very visible bulge in his jeans, before hooking your index finger under the belt loop, effectively pulling him closer to you.

The smile on your face is dirty, but you’re not laughing like he was, “Do something about it then.”

His blue eyes grow cloudy as he takes a good look at you; slowly rakes over your features, from that stupid, snarky look in your eyes, to your kiss-bruised lips, down to your chest, and back up again. Armin finds himself copying your smirk for all the wrong reasons. But it’s your own fault; you always did like to push him one step over the edge.

“Fine.”

Despite your twisted grin there’s a look in your eyes that’s eager; willing; ready for the taking. That same look you have when you talk over him in class; when you pretend to ignore him around your mutual friends; when you want him to fuck you stupid.

Armin uses his right hand to cup your jaw again, closing the distance between your mouths with a less than gentle kiss. He feels your groans reverberating through his body, waves of heat accompanying them and going straight to his erection. Your arch your back into the kiss, but he forces you backwards, left hand flat against your tummy.

Following suit, he pushes himself against your body, pressing his knee between your legs; the thin fabric of your stockings doing little to prevent your thighs from rubbing against him.

He swipes his tongue over the seam of your lips, earning a frenzied whine when glides his tongue across yours, and teasingly licks at the roof of your mouth. Your tongue is lithe against his, but somehow just as deceptive and sly as always, and Armin would be a fool to deny that he loved it.

There’s a spark flickering in his stomach when you push your center harshly against his; and it’s only ignited further when he feels you bite his bottom lip. A guttural growl escapes him, his right hand moving to your throat with practiced ease, pushing the back of your head into the wall.

He pauses for a moment, drinks in your wide eyes and desperate visage, “You are the single most frustrating person I’ve ever met in my entire life.”

And he couldn’t get enough of it if he tried. He couldn’t get enough of you.

You must see through his words, into the grainy expression of adoration in his eyes, because he can see it filtering into yours, pupils dilating with both want and care.

“Aw, baby, I love you, too,” you pout, leaning forward as best to can to peck him on the lips, “Now, shut me up and fuck me. It’s exhausting being this pretty and smart-mouthed, you know.”

Armin dips his head into your neck, squeezes against the column of your throat with warning until he hears a gasp escape from your lips. He presses gentle kisses into your skin, in stark contrast to the increasing pressure from his fingers, waiting for one last request, and then, finally—“Please.”

He smiles, loosens his grip for a moment, just long enough to hear your pretty panting, before slotting his lips against yours again. Your moans are lewd and sloppy and breathless between kisses, and it makes his dick twitch in his pants. You really are so fucking loud. And he wouldn’t have it any other way.

He uses his free hand to push your skirt up, and subsequently dip past the weak barrier of your tights and underwear. The slightest flicker of his fingers against your center has you choking out a moan, and Armin is forced to press his right thumb harder against your neck.

“Quiet,” he reminds you, “You asked nicely, so I’ll give you what you want. No need to be loud about it.”

He watches you nod with short and restricted movements, a sadistic kind of power washing over him at your eager compliance. He uses his middle finger to rub slow, careful circles around your clit; the feeling of your wet cunt against his fingers, coupled with your wanton moaning only spurs on the throbbing in his pants.

“Armin,” you whine, impatiently; but he expected that of you, “Don’t tease.”

His eyes flash to yours briefly, pressing his lips to yours again to swallow your shuddered moans. He dips his tongue into your mouth at the same time he does his middle finger into your cunt. An obscene moan echoing through the classroom, as Armin feels your body arching into his again; feels your fingers frantically flying to his hair, searching for purchase to anchor yourself on.

He pulls away in time to add another digit and watch you groan underneath him. He pushes both his fingers in to the knuckle, carefully curling them upwards to elicit the prettiest sound out of you. He has to admit, it’s probably his favorite thing to hear come out of your mouth.

He keeps a steady pace, pumping his fingers in and out of your pussy with perfect friction, teetering between letting you moan his name and choking you silent. Your hands are frantic in his hair, grasping and pulling and so, so, desperate, Armin can’t help but to finger fuck you harder.

“You want one more?” he questions, but his voice is taunting, words ghosted over your lips just out of reach for you to kiss.

He can feel your leg trembling against his, see you pupils shaking along with your shaking head. Armin stops to smile; he thought you might do that. He could probably make you cry right now if he wanted to. Maybe later.

“Want you to fuck me,” your words short and ragged, eyebrows raised when he uses his thumb to press lightly against your clit, “Armin, please.”

The blonde shakes his head, “You’re dumber than you look if you think I’m gonna fuck you in a classroom, baby, so if you want to cum now, you better tell me.”

You have the audacity to pout of all things, “You’re mean.”

Armin lets out a breathless laugh. “You like it,” he leans forward to peck you sweetly, “So, what’ll it be?”

“Fine, but I want head later, too,” you tell him, words becoming less firm when Armin teases his ring finger against your slit, “Please.”

Armin hums in compliance, leaning forward to kiss you again, this time with more tact, and he chases your whines when he finally pushes a third finger inside of you.

“Look at you,” he croons breaking your kiss and forcing your head back again, “You take it so well.”

“Ah—fuck, there, Armin—there,” you cry, wet heat squeezing around his fingers in intermittent spasms.

Armin watches your chest heave with desperate breaths, air stuttering to pass from your lips to your lungs with his hand around your neck. He can feel your walls constricting around his fingers, feel your body shaking underneath him when he increases his pace. He curls his fingers again, just right, just until he hears you sing a strained call of his name. And when he feels your nails scraping down the nape of his neck, and the slight weight of your body convulsing, Armin knows you’re done for.

He’s nice enough to fuck you through your orgasm, shallow thrusts of his fingers bringing you to and down from your high as he watches you pant for him. He presses small kisses against your throat, up, up, up, until he’s kissing you, and carefully pulling his fingers out.

He removes his hand from your neck, and slides it down your waist to offer you support. He’s not prepared for your sudden pull on his neck, forcing him into a kiss that conveys your content; he’s quick to raise his left hand, palm meeting the wall to hold himself up against your sporadic actions, chuckling lightly into your kiss. You were always so reckless and happy after an orgasm.

You kiss him like you have him wrapped your finger despite being the one pleading moments ago. You do, so he supposes it’s not unwarranted; and he welcomes your flirtatious kisses despite the annoying blush they always bring forth.

And sure enough, he can feel his face on fire when you pull away. Armin scoffs internally at himself; he really should be able to keep it together around you by now. But when you kiss him like that, you kind of make it hard to think straight.

“You’re so good when you’re not… pretending to be good,” you hum, a blissful, hazy look on your features as you wrap your arms around his neck.

Armin shakes his head with a chortle of disbelief; leans forward to kiss you again, “’M not pretending. I am good.”

“Yeah, you’re such a good little saint that arguing with your girlfriend turns you on,” you taunt him, “It’s okay, Armin, you can admit it.”

He groans, out of shallow annoyance this time, and it makes you giggle. “Why are you acting like you’re not complicit in this?”

“Oh, no, no, no,” you refute with an exaggerated roll of your eyes, “You get turned on by hearing me talk about biochemistry. I like it when you tell me to shut up about it. We are not the same.”

“Yeah, because you look hot doing it,” he tells you, “Speaking of which, Eren called you hot today, so I kind of need you to slip a neurotoxin in his Gatorade.”

“Aw, Eren thinks I’m hot? Tell him I think he’s hot, too,” you bat your eyelashes at him, but Armin only offers you an unimpressed glare in return.

“I think he might be onto us, actually,” Armin notes, affectionately bumping his nose against yours.

“If he’s onto us, then it’s because you’re the one giving it away, not me.”

“Oh, because you could never do anything wrong, right?”

“Right,” you flash him an overconfident smile before reaching up to kiss to the tip of his nose, “See you’re so smart, baby.”

Armin shakes his head again in disbelief. You’re a handful, he can see that much.

“Come on,” he prompts, “We should go, I still have to finish my lab write up, and I know you haven’t started your paper.”

Armin tries to motion you forward, but is stopped when he feels your hand combing through his hair, and sees the genuine spark of concern in your eyes. “The one for your elective? I thought you said you were going to finish it on Monday.”

“I was,” Armin admits, “But then I didn’t.”

“You want me to help you with it?” you offer kindly, pushing his bangs back and letting your hands fall down the sides of his face, palms resting against his ears.

He nods gently, turning his head to press a kiss into your left palm, before wrapping his hand around your wrist, “I can help you outline your paper.”

You nod in return, and Armin spares one more kiss, before pulling your hand away to lace your fingers together.

Thankfully, nobody’s around to catch you exiting the classroom, or see you holding hands as you make your way out of the building and towards the bus stop. This was Armin’s favorite part of any Tuesday; the one time he could hold your hand on campus without the fear of getting caught by your friends.

He reasons that you guys should probably tell them soon, though, especially if Eren might have an idea of what’s going on. You were bound to get caught sooner rather than later. That, or Eren and Sasha would start meddling.

“If you think Eren knows, then Mikasa definitely knows,” you note, swinging your intertwined hands as you walk through the parking lot as a shortcut.

“Maybe if you actually remembered to hide Soup’s toys, there would be less evidence for her to piece together.”

“Yeah, well, maybe if you didn’t forget when your midterms are, I wouldn’t have to emergency cat sit the hour before Mikasa comes around, and there wouldn’t be any toys to hide in the first place.”

“I’m bad with dates, you know that!” Armin pouts, “I don’t say anything when you forget about ten page papers until four hours before they’re due.”

“You’re saying something right now, actually.”

“That’s not what I—you know, you’re so—”

Armin’s quiet when he feels your lips pressed against his cheekily, “Annoying. I know. You like it. You’re not very good at staying mad for very long.”

Armin’s tempted to roll his eyes yet again—he really needs to quit it, or at the very least, get your own temper under control before it’s irreversible and completely rubbed off on him—but takes the opportunity to kiss your forehead, instead.

“You’re lucky you’re cute.”

Your eyes twinkle under his affections. “And that you love me?”

He nods, “And that I love you.”

“And that you’re gonna fuck me before you make me write my paper when we get home, right?”

Armin chuckles and presses another kiss to your forehead, “We’ll see about that one.”

Hange huffs as they make their way through the parking. They always forget their keys in their office, and always, inconveniently park half-way across the campus. In their defense, this parking lot is free, and the one closest to the Medical Sciences building is not. So, really, capitalism is the one to blame for their frequent late night car lot strolls.

They hear two familiar voices bickering just as they’re about to step into their car, and are more than surprised to see their two favorite students walking together. Walking together and holding hands. Wait—you and Armin are walking together and holding hands?

Hange blinks for a moment, drowning out the sounds of the conversation after they see you two kiss. Their jaw practically falls to the asphalt and they might not blink for a full two minutes as they process what they just saw.

Their trance is broken when it finally, finally clicks together, and Hange has to try their hardest to contain their squeals before sitting in the driver’s seat, an overly forceful slam to the car door following. They waste no time fumbling with the pockets of their lab coat to fish out their phone, and make a call to their favorite math professor.

“Levi, I told you Arlert and (_____) had to know each other outside of class! I think they might be dating! You know what this means, right? I can have them both in the same lab without worrying they might start a chemical fire, and I won’t have to hire two brick heads this summer!”

Levi has never hung up a call more quickly in his life.

#aot x reader #snk x reader #armin x reader #aot imagines #snk imagines #armin smut #armin fluff #eren x reader

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cranesofibycus · 3 years ago

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fandom and narrative equity in cr

As we inch closer to campaign 3, I’ve been seeing a lot of posts from people wondering how much or in what way they will engage with the fandom in the future. I understand why. Engaging with this fandom can be the absolute best and the absolute worst at times, and I’ve seen a lot of people get frustrated with that throughout campaign 2.

I don’t know if any other ‘fandom olds’ (I hate that term) are having a similar experience that the CR fandom feels both like one of the richest and one of the most prone to conflict and in-fighting that you’ve been in. I feel that way. And my suspicion is that it’s because of the way narrative is negotiated in Critical Role, by which I mean: there is barely any negotiation of it from the people who make the show. In visual media you have the camera that guides your view, you have a script that dictates focus. In literature you have the words that weave the narrative thread. But in a show like Critical Role the audience is the one who places focus. Sure, Matt has more of an impact and guides our attention more frequently than the others, but they are still there, in view, reacting to moments and creating their own ‘scenes’.

As a member of the audience that makes the world feel rich, bordering on overwhelming. Nobody can pay attention to each cast member’s reactions and every characters’ development with the same amount of detail. In some way it is you who picks the camera angles, you who decides which moments are the most important and which moment will end up on the proverbial cutting room floor. It makes engaging with fandom a super rich experience because you're bound to be confronted with other people’s chosen camera angles and their very particular way to focus on the show, and it can open up your eyes to the many other layers of the story you’ve not been paying attention to. I love that. It’s so satisfying that I can come across a super in-depth analysis of three Caduceus & Veth interactions that are all 25 episodes apart that I had completely forgotten about, and I can expand my view on those characters and can learn why those moments are meaningful to people with different life experiences to mine. At the same time, however, people can easily get caught up in the “how can you not see this thing that is so plainly obvious to me? how can you disregard it? how dare you edit it out of your own mental narrative?” of it all. I’ve been there. Multiple times. It still baffles me how people could ignore or deny that Caleb was developing feelings for Jester when that was all I could see for a good chunk of the campaign. It’s not always easy to accept that other people don’t pay attention to the things that make the show special to you.

Either way, it means that insisting on your opinion being the Only Right One in this fandom is counterproductive at the best of times. It is part of the reason why I trust the players with their characters more than I trust any fan interpretations of them: I realize that we are all viewing them through our own special camera lenses, carefully choosing the shots that make it to the mental version of the finished story in our own minds. It’s why a show like Talks Machina has been so vital to the experience of Critical Role and why I can usually tell whether people are watching it or not. It can help you realize that you are viewing the show through your own ‘filter’, without framing that as a bad thing.

I’m not entirely sure what I want to say with this post, other than maybe a gentle ‘Godspeed’ to anyone who chooses to keep up with fandom throughout this next adventure. It can be so much fun and can be incredibly enriching if you allow it to be. As for me, I’ll be sitting over here, drinking my tea and adjusting my own lens to focus on the things I find fascinating and the things that resonate with me. And for the things that don’t: I can’t wait to read mountains of meta proving that you can love this show in a million different ways and that none of them are wrong.

#critical role #if you're now thinking #'wow cranes is really good at expanding a very obvious one-sentence thought to five long paragraphs'#yes #yes I am

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amazingphilza · 4 years ago

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twitchcon :: cc!multiple x reader

fluff , platonic , gender neutral ! some mcyt headcanons if you were to attend twitchcon w them

cc’s included in order: tommyinnit , tubbo , ranboo , wilbur soot , philza , technoblade

cw: kinda lengthy for the minors (i think), not as much for the hags LMAO /hj

tommyinnit

this man is so excited to be at his first twitchcon & being able to hang out with all his best friends makes it a hundred times better

when he isn’t at a panel or doing meet & greets, he’s dragging you everywhere to see the whole convention center (clingyinnit)

he is just so at awe despite this not being his first convention to attend

you’d be surprised he gets tired pretty quickly & stops over to the partner lounge

you both rest for a bit against a wall in a pretty packed hallway despite it being an exclusive area to twitch partners

every time a famous streamer walks by he will yell it out and record it then vlog your reaction, even if they’re surrounded with bodyguards & trying to get to another place quickly

he’d zoom in his camera to their face at a horrible angle and be like

“oh my god it is THE ninja. ninja famous fortnite player, HELLO.”

but he gets completely ignored

then the camera pans out to you, still really zoomed in that the capture is blurry

“ninjainnit?”

“EH?”

tommy is so confused, forgetting the bit ninja did on his twitter where he renamed himself ‘ninjainnit’ for a split second

okay tommy isn’t that athletic but he will chase you and the rest of your group down a hallway if he had to

he’d probably find a toy gun from the artist alley/seller booths and shoot you and wilbur with it

but if tommy stumbles across any of the dream team, it’s about to be minecraft manhunt but irl

and he will def play his stream music while walking or smth when he’s bored (or trying to jump dream & sapnap)

** DO DO DO DO MANHUNT MUSIC **

oh my god,, now thinking about it he’s probably the one to open like random doors of empty rooms and steal stuff while you film him

like he will take a random empty glass, a bunch of pens, a freebie t-shirt, everything he sees he takes with him and you’re just panic

“tommy we’re literally not supposed to be here, and i’m stuck here filming you. it’s surely a felony in action”

“well, it’s their fault for leaving the doors open! plus this is great content. who’s the dirty crime boy now, HM?”

you’d tell wilbur about this and he’d scold tommy and threaten him with the same pen tommy stole

tommy probably would also drag you some weird event happening outside twitchcon along with tubbo and ranboo

“pokimane is giving out free pizza to everyone if we go to this one restaurant down the street!”

“we are literally gonna get bombarded. have you forgot you’re like three of twitch’s top streamers? i’d rather pay for all of our meals than try getting free pizza from pokimane against all her other fans”

“DEAL! let’s go to five guys then!”

you unfortunately end up paying for all 3 of their meals and picking on their food instead of buying your own

even with all of them making way more money than you, they still happen to be cheapskates

OR tommy will end up getting a burrito from a taco truck, immediately making a mess of himself, then proceed to complain how messy the food is to eat despite knowing what he was getting himself into before even ordering

“shit my clothes are all ruined now!”

“well that’s your fault you got a burrito, as if it’s your first time having one”

“i mean the food is good, i’m not complaining about that but i don’t think it’s that good that it’s worth costing my red and white shirt, im just saying”

tubbo

same with tommy, he is so excited

i don’t know why but i imagine him overpacking his suitcase and you making fun of him for it

anyway tubbo has his irl backpack on and streaming EVERYTHING

probably spends a lot of time at a bunch of different booths, checking out all the pointless gadgets he could buy for his stream

you’re the one to stop him from doing so

“TUBBO IT’S LITERALLY OVER TEN THOUSAND DOLLARS, STOP. DONT GET IT.”

“WHY NOT?? IT WILL BE COOL FOR MY STREAM AND I WILL USE IT EVERYDAY”

“okay theoretically speaking, how the hell are you going to even bring it home? which—let me remind you—is across the country for you and not to mention the giant ocean separating america and the uk”

“free ship-pang!!!”

“i hate to break it to you tubbo but there is no way you can get free shipping on a FIVE FOOT PC. it’s nearly as tall as you! what are you even gonna do on it, hack the government???”

the arguments are all lighthearted but eventually you give in and let him splurge over a thousand dollars in different devices he claimed he “needed”

i could honestly see him visiting the beaches in san diego and going for a swim or even renting out a boat to use for a bit :D

also he’d bring benson along with him and taking a bunch of scenic photos with it in them

i have a feeling he’s the type to schedule a spontaneous meet & greet because he was bored & gets in trouble for causing a mob in a certain part of the convention

he’s like “oh god, i did not expect this many of the bois to show up AHAHAH oops”

tubbo would def pull a lilypichu and bring his melodica or ukulele and play themes while following random people/cosplayers

at the end of the day, you’d find his bag just stuffed with crap he either got for free or bought in the convention

“how did you get all that stuff? i was with you all day??? and it’s only the first day of the convention, hello?? it looks like you’ve been collecting as if twitchcon has went on for a week already!”

“HA i have my ways, do not underestimate my powers”

lani would probably tag along for the vacation honestly

like whenever someone comes up to her giving her gifts/asking for pics, you and tubbo would tease her about how famous she is

and i dunno but something about tubbo just gives me this amusement park energy and going to legoland and spending the whole day there since it’s near by and because he can

ranboo

he is like a beacon in a sea of people, that’s it .

i honestly just see him causing as much chaos as the other two

ranboo would probably like take someone’s camera whether if they’re streaming or if it’s for the vlog, hold it up high, and point the camera directly above someone’s face

it did not matter how tall you were and if you had platform shoes on, ranboo was a skyscraper next to you

“HAHAH this is how i see you from this height, this is funny”

then he shows you the vid of the recording of him getting like an aerial view of your face

like you see your nose and all your pores and just overall a bad angle to be captured in

“OH GOD RANBOO DELETE THAT, ITS HORRIFIC”

i dunno why but i feel like he’d jump scare every person that was cosplaying as his minecraft character from behind for some reason

“BOO!”

“ranboo i’m not even remotely dressed as your skin—”

“don’t worry i’m practicing it’s fineee”

“you’re like the height of 2 people combined, i think you will be fine as is. you even intimidated the security at the front”

i feel like if he had his own panel he’d like pull up some undertale song in the middle of it and scare all the people in the crowd

“lore but in real life”

probably would get some matching keepsake with you from artist alley/the booths!

i could imagine like a cute keychain or smth :D

i feel like he’s the type to like randomly volunteer as a participant for those mini events in a booth thinking it would be funny but regrets it the moment he’s on stage

after introductions the presenter is like “okay ranboo, you will be given a random meme prompt above your head you won’t be able to see until after and you will have to make a random face to compliment it!”

and you can just tell by his facial expression he’s just thinking

oh god what have i gotten myself into

what is this game? who came up with this idea?

you’d laugh at him the whole time, even after he’s off the stage and finished with that small fiasco

“that was horrible. never again.”

“AHAHAH IT LOOKED SO AWKWARD YOU DID GREAT”

“I CROSSED MY EYES AND PUFFED MY CHEEKS BECAUSE I COULDNT THINK OF ANY OTHER FACIAL EXPRESSION. THE PROMPT ENDING UP BEING ‘WHEN TWITTER CANCELS YOU FOR USING PLASTIC STRAWS.’ AND WHEN I SAW WHAT IT WAS—LITERALLY WHAT KIND OF GAME–”

“I GOT PICTURES AND EVERYTHING ITS PERFECT AHAHAHAH”

wilbur soot

honestly with wilbur it’s slightly more chill

he already experienced twitchcon before so he’s just glad to see his friends again after so long

insists that you explore the convention yourself rather than sticking with him the whole time but you do anyway!

wilbur would probably have like a mini concert and gets you front row seats with the rest of the group

but that doesn’t mean before it that you’re not helping him set up

“y/n please– my amp is so heavy, i can carry it”

“don’t worry! i’m strong” :D

and musically talented or not, he will probably bring you and the rest of his friends up to stage to just vibe and sing a bunch of random acoustic songs

it’s not like some big concert hall stage,, i imagine more like a casual thing w a slightly higher platform from the ground yk?

after spending a long day at the convention he’d also bring everyone across the city to la jolla or smth !

you’d all probably have dinner there and chill, watching the pretty sunset

“this place is really pretty but oh my god im gonna lose my breath hiking up this stupid hill, please slow down”

and wilbur is like ??? because he’s completely fine with his long legs and everything

“just walk faster”

“no, you walk slower”

AHAHAH and for context traversing through la jolla by walking around the town is a bit hard since it’s basically on a bunch of hills (walking up from the beach to a restaurant actually is actually sm work, trust me ive been there)

wilbur honestly doesn’t spend that much time in the actual convention center, he’s probably sightseeing a bit of san diego with you instead

but i could imagine him staying at the tabletop games area playing dnd or smth

“c’mon y/n, come join!”

“uhh i’m not sure, i’m not the best at roleplay and...”

“it’s fine don’t worry!”

he’d pull you in with him and end up enjoying yourself even if it was your first time

and if you’re of age, you’d be wilbur’s +1 at the twitch partner party and make sure mans doesn’t too drunk

if it’s not too late in the night, you two would chill at the beach after the party

it’s just a nice, calming moment after all the loud music mixed with hundreds of conversations at the party

also something about like taking polaroids pictures with wilbur just seems to go hand in hand for me

i’m not sure why but you will be taking lots of pics with wilbur for sure (not necessarily you both in the photo, but of sceneries as well while you’re together!)

philza

literally a dad on vacation with his children, it doesn’t matter how old you are

need sunscreen? surprisingly has it

want a snack? probably has a small granola bar somewhere in his bag

but same with wilbur, he’s more chill like this isn’t his first time at twitchcon

omg he’d def bring you to the artist alley and just buy a bunch of fanart and stuff tho

“oh wow look phil, someone made a giant poster of the dream smp and shit!”

“holy shit that’s so good what the fuck!”

and he’s like rushing to that artist’s stall to buy a poster or print

idk why but phil seems like the person to know where he’s going all over the convention center

he probably had a copy of the directory map but yk

you just have trouble reading it bc all the signs seem to be misleading to you

nothing really crazy screams out to me of what phil would do at twitchcon besides like go to a few events, spend a bunch of time w his friends, etc

HOWEVER i could see him wasting a lot of his time at the gaming area and testing new games that are currently on the works of being developed

like “woah y/n, this vr game is sick, you should try it out!”

ngl i feel like phil would plan a visit to disneyland for everyone, like he gets the tickets and everything but once you’re at the park it’s free reign, y’all go everywhere with not much of a plan

the minors would try to cheap out phil and pay less than the others even though everyone else fully paid phil back and everything LMAO

ok but if he’s feeling nice, phil will buy everyone cotton candy/pretzels :D

and if you’re not hungry, he’d at least get you a mickey balloon

HE WILL HAVE MATCHING MICKEY EARS WITH MUMZA YES .

ALSO STAYING FOR THE FIREWORKS THOUGH OMG

just in general, best idea phil had for taking everyone to disneyland :D

technoblade

surprisingly techno is really calm despite this being like one of his first conventions

but when he finally settles in and gets comfortable, he’s showing the same energy

if you’re playfully yelling, he will yell back

however there’s still those awkward moments that are unavoidable

idk why but something about him makes me think that if you feel tired and want to go back to your hotel room, he’d go with you just to make sure you get there safe

he probably also needs a break from being around everyone else for a moment too LMAO

i could also see him searching far and wide in the artist alley for fanart of himself AHAHAH

walking around with him in the convention consists of someone yelling “BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD” every 5 minutes but you don’t really mind

something about him makes me think he’ll be forced into playing minecraft twitch rivals along with the rest of sbi or smth

and he’s like “oh god, i’m going to be on stage? and people will see my face while i play minecraft?”

“i’m sure it will be fun!”

“i mean i like being competitive and feeding my ego, but i’m not that desperate.. well”

do i imagine techno getting easily tired of being surrounded by a bunch of people and just going back to his hotel room with phil and watching some anime with him? yes

and will you watch even if you have no idea what’s going on? also yes

i feel like after a while of you guys hanging out in techno’s room, the rest of the gang will just slowly join you guys

like eventually everyone is there; you, techno, phil, wilbur, niki, tommy, tubbo, ranboo, etc

and techno is like “wha– where did you guys come from?” because his room is basically packed

and niki could be like “oh we can go if you want!”

then techno just insists that she’s fine “but who let the child get in?” clearly implying tommy’s presence

“OI!!”

eventually techno gives in with the company and someone gets a bunch of board games to play from the front desk

lots of yelling and laughing for sure

when it becomes late at night, techno is like half conscious, you’re on your phone, wilbur is staring out the window & enjoying the night view, tommy is passed out on the couch from tiredness, tubbo & ranboo is still wide awake quietly talking, and phil & niki are helping clean up the giant mess

eventually everyone brings themselves to go back to their own room except tommy who won’t budge

you give techno a look and he immediately understands what you were thinking

he rushes to the bathroom to fill up two cups with ice cold water and handed one to you

“on three?”

“okay.. one”

“two”

“three!”

then both of you pour the water on the poor child’s face

he jolts awake and saying a string of curses

“what the fuck techno? y/n too?”

“get out” is the only think techno says that before tommy rushes out with his stuff and you leave right after

a/n: i honestly can’t wait until conventions open up again though,, phil and ranboo were talking about vidcon earlier and omg.

also i kinda want to take in tommy requests but i’m not sure??? it would be both cc! and c! x gn!reader for sure tho. i love writing him to bits but who knows, maybe i’ll only stick to my ideas,, or not. send in a tommy x reader request, might do it, might not, but he’s my fav cc if you can’t tell so! :D (i dunno if i will keep it strictly platonic, but unrequited crushes and stuff are fun to write hehe,,)

edit: let’s hope i fixed all the grammar mistakes LMAO we love writing late at night :) /s /hj

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tardis-technician · 1 year ago

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A couple of people have asked about this, so I’m going to try to write a coherent response. I’m also going to try to do it without spoilers, which means there’s a lot I want to say that I can’t. The bottom line is go read the comic. The characters are amazing, the writing is amazing, and the art is fantastic. Very long response under the cut.

If you break eleven, Amy, and Rory down to their very bare essentials, you get doctor + companion + companion who doesn’t really want to travel that much but wants to follow the other companion. This is our base formula for ten, Gabby, and Cindy, except immediately we’re going in a different direction. Unlike the weird early season five stuff with Amy being into the doctor, we very quickly establish Gabby and the Doctor as student and teacher. Because of this, the question of where Gabby’s attention is being pulled becomes, to me, a lot more interesting. The doctor and Cindy’s dynamic evolves in really interesting ways, but in the beginning they’re actually a lot more antagonistic towards each other than eleven and Rory. The arc that Cindy goes through is, in my opinion, a more nuanced and interesting version of Rory’s. She’s very three dimensional, and her feelings get explored a lot more than his. Her character is obviously very tied up in Gabby, but we spend a lot of time exploring Cindy as an individual as well. No hate to Rory, but I felt like they didn’t explore his character as much as they could/should have. Also Cindy is canonically bisexual.

Meanwhile the doctor and Gabby are realizing the fullest potential of what was set up with Amy and Eleven, which is Amy initially following him with a sort of childlike admiration, but coming to realize that traveling with the doctor changes you. However, this time we’re not starting from the strange romantic angle. Additionally, how much the narrative explores this idea/the interesting way it does it feels to me like what Amy could’ve been. Not that I dislike Amy, it’s just that this comic sort of made me say “oh. we could’ve had so much more.”

I could write an entire essay about the dynamic between Cindy, the doctor, and Gabby. I could write entire essays just about the doctor and Cindy, or about the doctor and Gabby, or just Cindy and Gabby. But I can’t without spoilers. I’ll probably write them eventually though. There are also several (in my opinion) aroace doctor moments throughout the comic. I’ll probably go back through and find them all at some point.

So yeah. All the women in this comic, both leads and side characters, are very three dimensional. More than one character is bisexual, and the doctor is running around being aroace while trying to give Gabby a fine arts education. There’s a really fun theme throughout the entire comic of art/music. Go read it! (You might have to look at the reading order online. They do a weird thing where they restarted the numbering every year.)

Gabby, Cindy, and the tenth doctor are what Amy, Rory, and eleven could’ve been if they were written by someone who didn’t hate women and also thought more women should be bisexual and also thought the doctor was aroace

#wow super long post #gabby gonzalez #cindy wu #tenth doctor #tenth doctor comics #doctor who comics #paradox posts

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sshbpodcast · 3 years ago

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Haute Q-ture: A fashion show direct from the Q Continuum

By Ames

Because we caught some great glimpses of the iconic Q in this our coverage of Voyager this week, AND because season 2 of Picard just wrapped and he featured heavily in it wearing plenty of tantalizing outfits, your hosts here at A Star to Steer Her By are summoning the Continuum for a fashion show. If every appearance of the omnipotent trickster has shown us anything over the years, it’s that John de Lancie can walk the hell out of a runway and we are here for every step.

There were many more outfits than I was expecting to grab screenshots of, including the very latest from Picard. They’re all collected below as best I could, so check them all out and listen to our judgements (see what I did there?) on this week’s podcast episode (discussion starts at 54:56). We’ve got a lot of different Qs to get through, most of them rockin’, so let’s snap our fingers and get to the changing room.

16th Century Q

The Next Generation: “Encounter at Farpoint” The first appearance of Q in TNG is also one of the costumes most obviously assembled out of stock wardrobe. How else do you jam a breast plate, a cloak with random rivets, and a feathered cap together? It’s mostly not even bad, especially if the idea is to look anachronistic next to what I’m inclined to call the future attire of the Starfleet crew, but that wig… Oh hunny. You were this close to pulling it off.

Marine Q

The Next Generation: “Encounter at Farpoint” Who doesn’t like a man in uniform? de Lancie makes marine attire look pretty fine: the jacket fits well, the cap is at the perfect little angle, and even the small details like medals adorning the jacket and a lit cigarette in hand complete a generally decent look.

WWIII Q

The Next Generation: “Encounter at Farpoint” While we haven’t seen World War III just yet, Q certainly has and gets to show us what shame our future holds. And boy is it silly looking. All that padding, especially around the face, just covers the body and head so as to generate an uncomfortable, awkward, impersonal look that succeeds in making the violence of warlike humans look truly stupid. I’m not hating how many pockets it has though.

Judge Q

The Next Generation: “Encounter at Farpoint,” “All Good Things…”, Lower Decks: “Veritas” The red-and-black clad judge character is possibly the most iconic of Q’s costumes, and also one of the most over the top. And I say that in a good way. That hat alone demands attention. The bright red color and lots of flashy gold adornments lift Q to being the most important being in the room if not in all of creation. The gloves. The lips. The throne! *chef’s kiss*

Starfleet Captain Q

Various episodes We see Q throughout the show mimicking whichever captain he’s talking to by wearing the same Starfleet uniform as them. It’s a nice patronizing gesture that we get so used to that we stop noticing it because we see it pretty much all the time. Q even switches to the latest uniform whenever the show updates them. Now that’s commitment!

Aldebaran Serpent Q

The Next Generation: “Hide and Q” It is just delightful how much Q has fun when he plays with his toys. And by “his toys,” I mostly mean Jean-Luc. Showing up as a three-headed serpent ball thing is just his way of showing off and it’s honestly quite cute. Extra points for the serpents having the same black-and-red coloring of Judge Q. Or Starfleet command uniforms, for that matter.

Admiral Q

The Next Generation: “Hide and Q” We talked about this thing back when we covered all the Starfleet admiral uniforms (remember that?) and it’s far from one of our favorites. Way! Too! Much! Gold! Really the only way it works is if you retcon it into Q exaggerating the existing admiral uniforms (that we hadn’t seen yet) to make fun of them. Which, to be fair, does sound like something he’d do.

Marshal of France Q

The Next Generation: “Hide and Q” Another stock costume that’s just a lot of fun. We get to see a pretty cute little red coat with tails and medals and a random gold sheep. There’s a really bold bicorne hat with red-white-and-blue plumage. There’s even a sassy little riding crop! What’s not to love?

Data Q

The Next Generation: “Hide and Q” Q disguises himself briefly as Data just to rub salt in everyone’s wounds a little bit. Does he pull the silver makeup and gold uniform off as well as Spiner? Eh, you be the judge this time.

Starfleet Commander Q

The Next Generation: “Hide and Q” Ya know how Q likes to dress up like a Starfleet captain and pester Jean-Luc? Of course you do; I just mentioned it earlier in this blogpost. Well he also dresses up like a commander to pester Riker. It’s just a nice little touch to personalize his harassment to his victim, and I’m impressed by that small detail.

Franciscan Monk Q

The Next Generation: “Hide and Q” Another stock costume but it does the trick. Any good production company has some brown robes lying around, and this one has a nice coarse texture, a good deep hood, a fun beaded belt, and some really intricate sandals. It may not be the answer to our prayers, but it’ll do.

Naked Q

The Next Generation: “Deja Q” Does lack of costume still count as a costume? I’m inclined to say yes. And what better way to portray the all-powerful Q as a vulnerable, pathetic human than by stripping him down for all the bridge to see?

Human Q

The Next Generation: “Deja Q” What the crew provides Q to dress in while aboard the Enterprise is a downright sin though. The grey color is depressing. The onesie shape is just infantilizing. There’s ample opportunity for a distracting bulge to happen downstairs. Even he and Q2 comment about how hideous this man-toddler costume looks. He was better off naked.

Mariachi Q

The Next Generation: “Deja Q” By the end of the episode, everything is happy and colorful again, and so is Q when he dons a mariachi outfit with lots of stripes and polka dots and a big belt buckle. It’s over the top, like most things Q does, so it succeeds in standing out and being loud, literally.

Archaeologist Q

The Next Generation: “Qpid”

Who doesn’t like a man in shorts? Well apparently Chris, but he doesn’t count. If you had John de Lancie’s legs, you’d be showing them off in this nice little field researcher costume too. The pith helmet matches nicely, the socks look comfy as hell, and just count those pockets. What a discovery!

Sheriff of Nottingham Q

The Next Generation: “Qpid” We’re guessing that most of the Robin Hood attire in this episode was probably mashed together from whatever the studio had lying around since it’s all just overly ridiculous and clashy. But I’ve gone off on “Qpid” before. Q himself looks mostly fine (highly embellished and too fun for words) if not for the strangely shaped facial hair we weren’t entirely fans of.

God Q

The Next Generation: “Tapestry” Some credit to the lighting design in this scene for allowing us to even see these great white robes in all their glory. The different textures are pretty excellent, and I kinda want those sleeves on everything. I feel like I’ve died and gone to the Continuum!

Bartender Q

The Next Generation: “Tapestry” Opposed to the white void of heaven, the bar scene in “Tapestry” gives us lower mood lighting that makes it harder to get a good look at Q’s bartender duds. The vest looks soft and cozy, but is that a maroon onesie he’s wearing underneath? Even if it’s two pieces, something about it just looks a little too much like Bev and Troi’s yoga clothes.

Florist Q

The Next Generation: “Tapestry” Who can say no to a man in a very adorable little red bow tie delivering flowers? For a quick scene and a simple look, it’s pretty swish with a nice jacket and dress pants. And what a nice touch including a “Florist” badge with a little cupid on it. Too cute.

Doctor Q

The Next Generation: “Tapestry” We’re back to a pretty goofy look when Q dons that stereotypical head-mirror look associated with old-timey doctors. The lab coat is pretty typical, complete with a pocket full of way too many pens. I’m digging the tie and the vest. And are those pin-striped pants I spy? Well, once we lose the laughable headgear, doc Q can really dress himself.

Old Man Q

The Next Generation: “All Good Things” I have lost count of how many layers of tattered clothing Q is wearing as an old man, but it’s actually pretty impressive. The combination adds up to a pretty complete look full of complementary textures and fittingly drab colors. I also have to give a hat tip to the old age hair and makeup, which actually hold up. Extra points for fingerless gloves.

Bajoran Waiter Q

Deep Space Nine: “Q-Less” Oh jeez. A handful of blog posts ago, we talked about how Bajorans just cannot dress themselves for some reason, and that goes for Q pretending to be a Bajoran doubly so. Why do Bajorans have to dress like they’re children in pajamas? Why can’t they choose nicer color combinations or more flattering color blocking? Why is it a onesie? This is why those prophet-obsessed fashion disasters don’t belong in the Federation!

Pugilist Q

Deep Space Nine: “Q-Less” Q in the boxing ring is ridiculous and comical and it absolutely works. When Q is going especially over the top, it is a thing of beauty. And he decided that if he were going to goad Sisko into a fight, he needed the loudest purple-and-pink sash and a really tacky mustache to go with it. I don’t think I could have punched that.

Pajamas Q

Voyager: “Death Wish” I’ve never understood the classic nightcap look: how do they stay on your head while you sleep? Regardless, Q has found yet another outdated, weird costume to taunt the next in a series of Starfleet captains and it’s something you’d see in any period piece: the oversized nightshirt and absolutely befuddling cap. Zzzz...

Lothario Q

Voyager: “The Q and the Grey” Say what you will about how gross Q is being in this scene, that robe he’s wearing is luscious. Every being in the Alpha Quadrant needs that robe right now. The deep red color and soft fabric are just droolworthy, and even the matching slippies are quite nice. Now if he weren’t being a huge sleaze, maybe we could get somewhere.

Luau Q

Voyager: “The Q and the Grey” Points off for not going full, loud Hawaiian short full of tropical birds and foliage and fruit. Perhaps Q was trying to just emulate the bartender in the Paxau Resort we met in the previous episode, but we’re still left wishing he’d gone as exaggeratedly garish as he’s gone in the past. We’d even forgive the socks-with-sandals approach!

Union Soldier Q

Voyager: “The Q and the Grey” Throughout “The Q and the Grey,” we see various states of the Union Soldier uniform, from pristine with really snazzy hat, all the way to mostly disrobed and covered in blood. And they’re all fun looks! There’s a reason people do reenactments of battles and that reason is mostly because the uniforms are so bling.

Chokuzan Commander Q

Voyager: “Q2” I skipped this one in the podcast episode because it actually is a fairly decent spoiler, but that means you get to see it here! Q dresses himself as a Chokuzan commander for reasons I won’t get into, but it’s nice to see more non-humanoid forms for the Q to shape themselves as! Not as fun as the ball serpent, but what is?

The rest of these may contain spoilers for season 2 of Star Trek: Picard, but damn does de Lancie own his scenes and I just had to include them here!

25th Century Q

Picard: various episodes Jump forward and backwards in time and you’ll see some new Q costumes in Star Trek: Picard, and one thing is for certain: damn, John de Lancie is a silver fox. Look at him wearing the hell out of this really slick black trench coat with a super trendy collar, big ornate brooch, and absolutely stylish goatee. The photos don’t do justice to the patterning of the trench coat which is really damn top notch.

Europa Project Q

Picard: “Watcher” We see de Lancie in a lot of turtlenecks in Picard for whatever reason, and this one is a very pretty shade of blue that looks just comfy as hell. And the Europa Project lab coat with big honkin’ patch complements it in ways I can’t articulate. What a nice scientist.

Therapist Q

Picard: “Fly Me to the Moon” We only see glimpses of Q acting as a therapist through a couple virtual screens and it definitely gets the point across: de Lancie can pull off a little cravat like nobody’s business. I mean, the man is a chameleon (Q-meleon?) and you can dress him in anything and he’ll look great. Look at those little glasses and vest. Now tell him all your secrets.

Benefactor Q

Picard: “Fly Me to the Moon” Another all-black look with a nice turtleneck. This one is a little more businessy and blends in with normal human society, and it looks just fine on de Lancie as well. I’m digging it.

FBI Q

Picard: “Mercy” A quick one-off to play FBI agent, which is quite fun. The jacket is pretty standard, the sleeves are rolled up because we mean business, and the lettering is really bright and stands out. Underneath we see yet another turtleneck, this one a really nice structured grey one! What IS it with turtlenecks and this season of Picard?

Farewell Q

Picard: “Farewell” One final black… thing (robe, jacket, poncho… what is this thing?) for Q to wear. The all-black symbolism comes to a head in the Picard season finale but I’m avoiding spoilers so let me just talk about this costume alone. The shape is strange to me. This one might be my least favorite look from Picard because it’s the most shapeless and the most overdone but not in that good Q way. The asymmetrical collar, the unnecessary length, the eyeball patterns (or planets maybe?) if you look really close and have the brightness all the way up: it’s all very ceremonial and liturgical which may make sense in context, but throughout the very nice end scenes I kinda just wanted that slick trenchcoat to return because it’s just so much hotter. Just me? Fair enough.

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You’re going to see a lot of overlap in our choices for best and worst Q outfit. Which looks passed the humanity test and which ones failed and had to get winked out of existence? Patience, mon capitan!

Favorites

Honorable mention: Lothario Q

Ames and Jake: Judge Q

Chris and Caitlin: 25th Century Q

Least Favorites

Honorable mention: Sheriff of Nottingham Q

Ames and Jake: Bajoran Waiter Q

Chris and Caitlin: Human Q

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The jury remains out on if we’ll see more of Q in Star Trek, but we sure have more action planned for this blog coming up! So make sure you’re watching this space, keeping up with us as we progress through the Delta Quadrant in our weekly podcast episodes on SoundCloud or wherever you have signal, hail us on Facebook and Twitter, and make sure you’ve hugged your Q today.

#star trek #star trek podcast #podcast #q #q continuum #fashion #the next generation #deep space nine #voyager #lower decks #picard #john de lancie #judge q

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