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[consumare]

@ephemaera is back, my beloved!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[brownsugarwrites]

Sugars DNI criteria:

If you are racist, xenophobic, homophobic, zionist, TERF. Under 18. If you write/consume/read dark content (ex. rape incest, hard core kinks etc). If you don’t like black reader content. All of my works are intended for black readers in mind but anyone is able to enjoy my works

[frozen-seagrass]

The WALL-E au no one asked for

[dreamingticklee]

getting restrained to a massage table and blindfolded and being only verbally teased for the first five minutes so they can already turn you into a flustered hysterical mess before they even start tickling 🙈☠️

[rebouks]

Previous // Next

HELP! Robin’s eyes shot open as his breath suddenly caught in his throat, causing him to choke violently. He knew what a panic attack felt like, but this wasn’t it-.. it felt as though someone had thrust him into an ice-cold bath and forcibly held his head beneath the surface until he was forced to inhale, his limbs too tired to claw himself free of his invisible assailant. … [Levi gasped and spluttered as Robin grabbed a hold of his waist and yanked him above the surface, his frantic flailing threatening to sink them both if he didn’t calm down] Robin: It’s okay, I’ve got you! [Robin fought to control his own breathing as Levi gasped and heaved beside him, coughing up lungfuls of pool water between shuddering breaths] Robin: Are you alright? [Levi shook his head, covering his face with shame as he began to sob] Robin: C’mon, the office can call your paren-… Levi: [hoarsely] NO! [Robin paused as Levi struggled to catch his breath] Levi: I d-don’t want them to k-know! Robin: Okay, uh-… Jude: Hey! Why’d you run off like that? Juniper: Oh-.. what happened?! [Robin faltered as he looked up at his cousin, unsure how to explain his sudden departure] Robin: Can you ask the office to call mom n’ dad? Just tell ‘em I freaked out or something, they’ll come get me. Juniper: Okay-.. let’s go! [Jude barely got a word out before Juniper dragged him toward the hall, leaving Jacob scratching his head] Jacob: Shouldn’t we be calling his parents? [Robin shrugged loosely and avoided Jacob’s gaze, not wanting to discuss the fact that their classmate was frightened of his parents’ apathy, rage, or both]

[columboscreens]

[tequiilasunriise]

Possible nicknames Lenore called Annabel in life go:

"Anniebell": Sometimes the smallest changes are the cutest, okay? Anniebell Lee sounds adorable as hell and I'll stick by it. Imagine Annabel trying to admonish Lenore for saying some wild shit at a Rich Persons Gala™️ or smth but she keeps breaking out into giggles like, "You- you can't just say that pet!" and Lenore playfully replying, "Oh whatever do you mean, Anniebell Lee?" like UGH I hate them somebody throw hammers at em already 💥💥🔨🔨🔨

“My moon”: in relation to the Annabel Lee poem (‘for the moon never beams/Without bringing me dreams/Of the wonderful Annabel Lee’) and also there’s smth so flavorful of the character with a color palette more akin to the Sun (long shiny blonde hair, warm colored eyes, seemingly more outwardly personality, etc) being called the moon like I loveee contrasting design choices‼️‼️

“Angel”: Also a reference to the poem (but like, worse because it was the angels that separated em) and can be easily pulled from Annabel’s name

“Petal”: Or some other variation of a flower based nickname because imma sad, sad bisexual who loves ✨flower motifs✨ just a bit too much

Anything in Dutch: This can be like common ones like “liefje” (darling) or the previous entries but in Dutch idk go crazy go stupid

“Locket”: An unconventional pick pulled from Annabel’s last name Whitlock + lockets containing pieces of hair from your other half being T H E romantic gesture of the century back then, so, like. Idk. Hear me out like okay I think Lenore could be the unconventional route (I mean girly already faked her death via arson and pulled a Mulan to get the girl soooo you see what I’m putting down?) and like like LIKKEEE⁉️⁉️⁉️ Imagine with me Lenore telling her girl, “You’re the locket I keep nearest to my heart” (many necklaces back then had a chain just long enough for the locket to rest above the wearer’s heart) and it evolves to Lenore calling Annabel smth like “my dearest, my locket” LIKE YOU HAVE TO IMAGINE WITH ME!!! GUYS MY VISION IS VISIONING!!! 🦅🗣️🌈🗣️🗣️🦅🦅🌈🗣️🦅🦅

@incorrect-nevermore cmere and witness my madness

[beet1031]

I never played the Pikmin games growing up, so experiencing them for the first time is fucking WILD. For anyone who’s only seen the cute lil pikmin dudes on social media and isn’t aware of the first game’s plot, let me catch you up to speed:

YOU are an alien who has crash landed on Earth. This is bad, since Earth is ludicrously inhospitable for you. On this planet you are the size of an insect (actually a bit smaller than the average insect but w/e), and the oxygen that’s in all the air is extremely poisonous to you. Whatever gas you breathe (I can’t remember), you only have 30 days worth of it in your space suit’s tank, and after that you’re fucked. Your only hope of survival is finding your 30 missing ship parts in those 30 days so you can repair your ship. On your first day, you come across these little carrot looking creatures (game’s words, not mine) called Pikmin. They are tiny, stupid, and incredibly weak. But they are also suicidally loyal and strong in numbers, so you use them to your advantage because they’re literally all you have. Also I’m mentioning this because it’s important later, the pikmin reproduce by brining pellets and dead corpses to something called the onion, which destroys the body and uses its nutrients to make pikmin sprouts. Over the course of the next 30 days, you and your army of pikmin navigate an extremely dangerous forest in order to find your ship parts. Along the way you have to deal with predators that can and will eat your pikmin, bodies of water that will instantly evaporate your pikmin, and other obstacles that prevent you from completing your goal. And that’s not even mentioning some of the other enemies that do shit like possess your pikmin so they end up attacking you.

If despite all this you still manage to get your ship repaired in 30 days, you are able to successfully return home. If not, then on the 30th day your ship fails to breach the atmosphere upon takeoff, and you die in the ensuing crash. The pikmin that just spent the last 30 days following you around and fighting your battles for you then give your body to the onion and it is used to make one final pikmin.

so yeah, THATS the lore of the first pikmin game. Incredibly fucking brutal. I just started playing the second one and that game seems a lot more chill, but I was genuinely taken aback by how cutthroat the first installment is. Early 2000’s Nintendo was not fucking around.

[ragsy]

DON'T WORMY

ABOUT IT!

[bidokja]

I was joking a while back that the actor they have playing KDJ for the orv movie was too handsome for him and a friend who's read orv was like "KDJ is actually secretly attractive!!" And I just felt my soul leave my body right then

SIGHS...

Okay. Buckle in. I'm gonna finally actually address and explain and theorize about this whole...thing.

I'm not gonna cite any exact chapters cause it's like 11:30 and I've got an 8 hour drive in the morning but I'll at least make an approximate reference to where certain things are mentioned. Also, this post is just my personal interpretation for a good bit of it, but it's an interpretation I feel very solid about, so do with that what you will. Moving on to the meat of things:

There is one (1) instance in the web novel that I know of which describes specific features of Kim Dokja (especially ones other people notice). This takes place when members of KimCom are trying to make Kim Dokja presentable to give his speech at the Industrial Complex (after it's been plopped down on Earth). This is when they start really paying attention and focusing on Kim Dokja's appearance since they're putting makeup on him; I still don't think they can interpret his whole face, but they can accurately pick out and retain more features than usual. If I remember correctly they reference him having long eyelashes, smooth skin, and soft hair. These features can be viewed as (stereotypically) attractive.

Certain parts of the fandom have taken this scene and run with it at a very surface level, without realizing (or without acknowledging at the very least) that this scene is not about how Kim Dokja looks. This is, in part, due to not realizing or acknowledging why Kim Dokja's face is "censored" in the first place, and what that censoring actually means. I think it's also possible that some people are assuming the censorship works like a physical phenomena rather than an altered perception.

I'll address that last point first. The censorship of Kim Dokja's features is not something as simple as a physical phenomena. It's not a bar or scribble or mosaic over his face. If that were true it'd be very obvious to anyone looking at him that his face is hidden. But his face is not hidden to people. They can look at him and see a face. If they concentrate on his eyes, they can see where he's looking. They know when he's frowning or grinning. They see a face loud and clear. But what face are they seeing? Because it's not really his, whatever they're seeing.

No one quite agrees on what he really looks like. And if they try and think about what he looks like, they can't recall. Or if they do, it's vague, or different each time. We notice these little details throughout the series. Basically, Kim Dokja's face is cognitively obscured. Something - likely the Fourth Wall, though I can't recall if this is ever stated outright - is interfering with everyone's ability to perceive him properly. This culminated in him feeling off to others; and since they don't even realize this is happening, they surmise that he is "ugly."

Moving on to the other point about what the censorship means: To be blunt, the censorship of his face is an allegory for his disconnect from the "story" (aka: real life, and the real people at his side). The lifting - however slight - of this censorship represents him becoming more and more a part of the "story" (aka: less disconnected from the life he is living and the people at his side). The censorship's existence and lifting can represent other things - like dissociation or depersonalization or, if you want to get really meta, the fact that he is all of our faces at once - but that's how I'd sum up the main premise of it. (The Fourth Wall is a larger part of the dissociation allegory, but that's for another post).

So you see, them noticing his individual features isn't about the features. It's not about the features! It doesn't matter at all which features got listed. Because they could describe any features whatsoever and it would not change the entire point of the scene. Because the point isn't what he looks like. The point is that they can truly and clearly see these features. For the first time. They are seeing parts of him for the first time. Re-read that sentence multiple times, literally and metaphorically. What does it mean to see someone as they are?

This is an extremely significant turning point dressed up as a dress-up scene.

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P.S. / Additionally, I'm of the opinion that Kim Dokja is not handsome, and he is not ugly. He is not pretty, and he is not ghastly. Not attractive, nor unattractive. Kim Dokja isn't any of these things. More importantly, Kim Dokja can't be any of these things. The entire point of Kim Dokja is that you cannot pick him out of a crowd; he is the crowd. He's a reader. He's the reader. Why does he need to be handsome? Why must he be pretty? Why is him being attractive necessary or relevant? He doesn't, he doesn't, it's not. He is someone deeply deeply loved and irreplaceable to those around him, and someone who cannot even begin to recognize or accept that unless it's through a love letter masquerading as a story he can read. He is the crowd, a reader, the reader. He's you, he's me. He's every single one of us.

[venompeach]

Sketching wit symmetry tool cuz symmetry is my enemy

[elmelloill]

as a side note mutuals with wols or other ffxiv ocs i want to Know Things about them. give me the facts i want to tell you how cool they are and what lysander thinks of them (he may or may not think they are cool sorry).

[perish-song]

Previously

The young Lugia spent what felt like hours trying to understand the explanation Parisa was giving to her. The lack of her own memories mixed poorly with the excruciating heat. She was beginning to wonder if her attempts were even worth it.

Until she closed her eyes one more time trying to concentrate…….

She clapped her new hands together excitedly. Though she was excited and relieved, there was something else. The clothing she found herself in, though tattered in some areas, was extremely tight and very uncomfortable and she had no idea as to why

[purplebehittindifferent]

oh MY GOSH- CALM DOWN EVERYBODY! ITS HAPPENING! ITS HAPPENING! I SAID STAY CALM!!!!!!!!

[iniziare]

... I was about to go to bed, but then I browsed twitter for some unknown reason, and it's the moment I'm confronted with an image of the free weapon that we can get in the upcoming (7th of June, I believe) event. A bow, called Cloudforged. And... I'm unwell. I'm just going to leave these here for 'tomorrow Sae' to come across in case I somehow forget, yep:

I just had to zoom in on that caption in the first image for two seconds. That 'ancient mechanism' that has been sitting on Mt. Tianheng for an eternity... is the Guizhong Ballista (or originally, as named by her, the Obscuro Vulpes Mechanism).

Hoyoverse, why. Why are you scattering crumbs of her like this. Every time I think you'll stop, you do it again. How am I supposed to ignore this. It's like you INSIST on these crumbs.

/shakes fist at Natlan?! NATLAN??

[arashi-no-saxlphone]

If I reblog something that seems out of character and deranged it wasn't an accident. I endorse it fully. It's not nightblogging it's the true face of the guy running an extremely niche unpopular Axl Low blog. Penis