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junietuesday · 1 year ago
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hello revalink nation 💖
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swordfright · 7 months ago
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but you DO think that cdream was only after ctommy right??? the only things he's ever wanted was to be able to control ctommy. he lies to manipulate other people (like lying to csam about the prison and what it was for). sorry i haven't been sure if your one of those freaks or not but i saw some art you reblogged so i figured you're not.
sorry to disappoint you, but i disagree. there are demonstrably other things that c!dream wants, namely:
security
immortality
knowledge
I'd also argue there are other things he wants at various points in the story, and there are also points where he seemingly doesn't know what he wants, even if he would never admit that. i also think the control he's trying to establish over c!tommy during exile is just one of several permutations of his control issues. he wants to control c!tommy during exile because he wants control in general. to me, a lot of what c!dream does throughout the story is fueled by a perceived loss of control and the ensuing spiral. i mean, what is chasing immortality if not the most drastic possible response to loss of control? death is the ultimate loss of control. i don't think these anxieties justify or excuse the bad shit c!dream's done, but i do think they are key components of his motivation and to deny that is to deny the complexities of the story.
also. i'm gonna offer an unsolicited word of advice here. it honestly strikes me as kind of sad that you label every fan with a different interpretation of the source material as a "freak." fandom is a hobby space, not the cold war. the other people in your fandom aren't secret enemies you have to uncover, they are fellow creatives you are in conversation with. do what you want, but i think you'll have more fun in fandom spaces if you relax a little.
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whump-in-the-closet · 5 months ago
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I thoroughly enjoyed your medic story! Always a fan when the whole team gets a piece 😂 Do you think you might continue it someday?
Also, if you have the motivation, I beg of you to please write the western one! I feel like there's never quite enough outlaw whump
Have a great day today!
Hey thanks! I'd probably continue it if someone specifically requested it...I just have issues with pacing in a story if I'm being honest lmao
Anyway, western whump! I was very excited about this ask >:)
cw: branding, gun wound, pistol whipping, western whump, death mention, captivity, manhandling
It wasn't supposed to end this way.
With the malignant, rose-colored sun setting behind the shredded trees.
With the blood pooling out around him, staining the red clay.
With the butt of his gun glinting just out of his aching fingers' reach.
With the sheriff's men picking their way towards him.
He was supposed to get away.
They circled him, spurs cutting through the tall grass. They towered over the outlaw, smiling with satisfied confidence. The outlaw had seen vultures with that same expression in their beady eyes.
The sheriff crouched down, pushing his hat back to look at the outlaw. He smelled strongly of cigarettes and leather.
"Well, well," his toothpick shifted between his coffee-stained teeth, "Evenin' sunshine."
The outlaw grunted, keeping pressure on his injured arm. His fingers were slick with blood. His head buzzed, and he could suddenly see two of the sheriff.
It wasn't a pretty thing to see two of.
"You ain't talkin' so proud now," he said, hooking a calloused hand under the outlaw's arm and hauling him to his feet. He tied the outlaw's hands in front of him with quick movements, giving the outlaw no time to protest. "Should have put a bullet in your arm a long time back."
The rope was thick and the sheriff cinched it mercilessly.
The outlaw cursed through gritted teeth, his wrists turning an irritated red beneath the rawhide. "My-- my arm--"
The sheriff slapped him lightly. "None of that bitchin'." He gave the rope to one of his men and picked up the outlaw's gun.
The sheriff spun the outlaw's gun, letting him get a good look at the weapon.
A murderous glint flashed in the outlaw's eyes as the rope was tied to a horse's saddle. "That's mine," he spat.
I'll kill you.
The sheriff laughed. The toothpick jumped inside his mouth. "No, it ain't. Not anymore. The only thing that's yours is a date with the gallows." He stepped in close, too close, and pressed the still-warm muzzle of the gun to the outlaw's forehead. "You got that?"
The outlaw held his gaze, then dropped it. He said nothing, setting his mouth in a thin line.
The pressure increased. "Say, 'yes sir'."
The outlaw's mouth twitched.
"Say it."
Those two words brought the outlaw more pain than the bullets lodged in his shoulder. "Yes...sir."
Somehow, he made it sound like fuck you. He worked his jaw in a tight circle, swirling the tobacco and blood out from between his teeth. Wasting no time, he spat in the sheriff's face.
The sheriff didn't waste any time either. He swung the butt of the gun across the outlaw's forehead.
The outlaw crumpled-- hot pain spiking behind his eyes.
A thin line of blood traced away down his shirt collar.
His hat was knocked off his dusty hair and when they rode away, it was the only thing to mark that they were ever there at all.
A cowboy hat, discarded in a muddy pool of blood and trampled grass.
They dragged him for miles.
Stumbling, coughing, arm ripped at jarring angles. Until his legs turned to lead, and every breath made his ribs ache. His jeans were shredded where he'd fallen, knees bruised and raw.
When they arrived at the camp, they tied him to a low-lying tree. They left him alone as they built up a fire, but his cramped muscles hardly let him stretch and every movement felt like his last.
The young moon shone with a tired glimmer, highlighting the sandy patch of earth with a watery glow.
The fire snapped, sending up sparks into the grey night.
Somewhere, a coyote yipped, and another joined in, then another. The chorus became a long, drawn-out howl.
The outlaw watched as they ate.
His stomach growled. He had been on the run for weeks, and the smell of venison made the starved realization crash down harshly.
The sheriff stood up with a long stretch. He bent over the fire, adjusting a metal prong. He turned towards the outlaw with a slow smile.
The outlaw snarled. "What the fuck are you looking at?"
The sheriff approached him, nodding to two of his men.
A straw-haired man put out a cigarette on the heel of his boot and walked towards the outlaw. Another man, with a greasy mustache and striped shirt, followed.
The outlaw glared at both of them, straining against the ropes. "Fuck--" Too much pressure on his arm. Hurt. He inhaled deeply. "Fuck off."
The sheriff looked down. He spat at the outlaw.
Tobacco-stained spit dribbled down the outlaw's face, and he couldn't wipe it away. He squinted up at the sheriff.
"Do y'know how long I've waited for this?" drawled the sheriff. "A long time. A long, long time."
The straw-haired man grinned. He was missing his front teeth. "We always knew you were gonna git him, sir."
"Shut up, Barney," said the man with the greasy mustache. "Kissass."
The sheriff ignored both of them. "I reckon," he said to the outlaw. "You know how many men you killed when you stole those cattle?"
Three.
"I dunno."
"Three," the sheriff confirmed. "Three good, hard-workin' ranch hands, you cattle-lovin' bastard." The sheriff spoke in a low, harsh voice. "Now the ways I see it, you're about to get what you deserve."
A cold dread filled the outlaw. "The gallows?"
The sheriff smiled. "That. And this." He waved his two men forward and turned back to the fire. "Death is too kind for the likes of you."
The straw-haired man flicked open a knife, and the other pinned the outlaw against the tree. They cut off his shirt, leaving the fire to cast shadows on his bare skin.
The outlaw cursed them, cursed the sheriff, and cursed their mothers.
The greasy-mustached man grabbed him by his hair and yanked his head back until he shut up.
The sheriff's spurs clicked to a stop beside him.
Out of the corner of his eye, the outlaw could make out the red-iron of a cattle brand.
His breaths quickened, rising and falling at a sharp, frantic pace. "No--"
"Yes. A cattle brand for a cattle thief. Only fair."
A new terror blossomed, wrapping around the outlaw's ribcage and rising up his throat as the brand loomed over him.
He could feel the heat before it even touched. He shrank back, incomprehensible swearing cutting through the night. Like his words were the only thing protecting him from the burning touch.
The sheriff pressed the brand down on the outlaw's chest.
The pain was instantaneous and brilliant, a fiery throbbing that made him scream until his voice was raw. He ripped away, back arching in a futile attempt to escape. Raw tears burned their way down his face, blurring his vision until the world narrowed to two things: the smell of burning flesh and the sheriff's veiny hand.
He collapsed as soon as the sheriff's men let go of him, spine curved in the moonlight as he doubled over.
The agony was new and fresh and throbbing, throbbing, throbbing.
The coyotes paused their chorus, then started up again. This time, the outlaw's crying joined them.
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onethousxndvoices · 5 months ago
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What inspired you to make hi fi rush overdrive?
the short answer: catastrophic levels of hyperfixation and an equal amount of hubris. this comic is a cry for help /j
the long answer: i really freakin like this game and wanted to create something tangible to show my love for it.
hi-fi rush is one of those games that completely captivated me in a way that most other media doesn't. everything about it was absolutely charming from start to finish and it altered my way of viewing art in a way only one other series has done for me before (mob psycho 100, if anybody's curious). it singlehandedly pulled me out of art block and for the first time in a while, it inspired me to want to do more with my art than what i'd previously done.
i guess in a sense, i'd been wanting to challenge myself to make something bigger for a while, and HFR just kinda waltzed into my life at just the right time. the sequel potential for this game is absolutely INSANE and i really wanted to take a crack at my interpretation of a hypothetical "Hi-Fi Rush 2" while we all waited for the real thing to come along (that original motive's obviously dead in the water now, fuck microsoft etc. etc.)
at first, overdrive was just a lot of "lmao wouldn't it be funny if ___" discussion in discord with my friends, and for a while i was happy with just leaving it at that. but time went on and more and more things started falling into place and suddenly i'm sitting in front of my pc at 3 in the morning staring at a bunch of character design drafts and 80+ pages of script and counting. i kinda just blinked and it manifested into existence LMAO
needless to say it's been a really fun journey so far, i've grown so much as an artist in the past few months of working on this alone and i'm learning by leaps and bounds with basically every page i finish. this is my very first webcomic (and honestly comic in general, i've only ever done illustration up til now) and it's 1000% me biting off way more than i can probably chew, but i adore this game and this community and i want to continue doing my part to contribute to the fanbase and keep the love for HFR alive. the story that's taken form in my notes is honest to god one of my proudest works and i'm really excited to get it out there to share with yall :)
(also, blame @batgirlteeth for enabling me. the screenshots that started it all.)
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jichanxo · 6 months ago
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eyes that can see, eyes that cannot
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caeslxys · 4 months ago
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how is the cr fandom that petty oh my god
but van don't you know it's like a cardinal sin to give a flying fuck about uh. fuck. nuance I think.
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gardenofhope · 4 months ago
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made an edit of this xkcd comic
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uncanny-tranny · 2 years ago
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Actually I love pronouns that were originally used for non-human persons. 💛🤍💜🖤 💙💓🤍💓💙
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anglerflsh · 1 year ago
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Your favourite music artists?from what I can see you listen to Mitski.
I wouldn't say I have any favourites, my music taste follows specific songs and not artists - however if I Had to name people whose music I listen to often, ABBA, Mitski, The Amazing Devil + whoever made the soundtrack for over the garden wall
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sassytail · 8 months ago
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Oh wow it turns out when I spend all day listening to a book narrated by a person with a British accent, I sound exactly like I did after 6 months of studying in London.
Which is to say, exceptionally pretentious.
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princess-self-shipping · 10 months ago
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Lily petals are like memories, lost in the wind if you're careless with them
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yuwumeniji · 2 years ago
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Luxiem & Vibes
WARNING: Please remember that I am writing about Luxiem based on their characters online and not of the people behind their vtuber avatars, thank you!
EXTRA NOTES: just something short and sweet so that i don't forget how to write lmao
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GENERAL
a different writing layout! the dividers aren't present due to the shortness of length!
i cant be bothered to colour the names too differently (sorry boss)
just general vibes lmao, try figuring out what part of their personality (lore wise + minor details from their livestreams) i'm referencing ^^
MORE UNDER THE CUT
⊰᯽⊱┈───── ✧ ─────┈⊰᯽⊱
IKE EVELAND
a quiet campus library near exams season
you can feel how stressed out the students are in the library, yet there seems to be this air of serenity still
quiet clacking of keys, the quick flutters of papers and the smell of monster energy drinks mixed with an unhealthy amount of espresso
LUCA KANESHIRO
a dark alleyway in an otherwise dazzling street at night
neon signs, cigarette smoke and whistling all masking away the darkness within the city's brilliant lights
the lion's eyes watching as its prey walks by
MYSTA RIAS
a forest meadow surrounded by fire
the otherwise serene scenery is surrounded by chaos as the flames crept closer
the smell of burnt wood, the green hues withering away and the sun feeling as if it was shining even brighter. one may say that this is just fine
SHU YAMINO
a cemetary in the middle of the night.
they say if you enter the cemetary at a certain hour, many souls could be found wandering around the graves
eerie stillness, leaves rustling and the suspicious chuckling that could be heard across the graveyard
VOX AKUMA
sailing in the middle of the ocean during a still night.
no one knows what could be lurking under the waters or could tell how violent the waves could be, yet there seems to be comfort in the unknown
waves crashing against the otherwise still boat, the chilling salty air and the serene scenery of ocean for miles on end
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arashi-no-saxlphone · 1 month ago
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I gotta go back to living in my cave and not having enough knowledge to realize Axl is not good. I was happier. I was telling people Axl was underrated and just tricky to make effective. I played Slayer and Sol and felt what it was like to have a working Close Slash for an hour and it made me want to curl up and cry. What the fuck man. What is this. Diasuke's Allegory of the Cave place me back in the sweet embrace of ignorance.
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aulerean · 9 months ago
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hi!!! I came back from a trip and there are so many of you oh my god!! Glad that you guys like my art and thank you for all the sweet comments :))
But yeah, hi! I'm Aulerean, I have sticky outy ears and this year I will be drawing dragons and minecraft and nature, hope you enjoy >:)
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uniquezombiedestiny · 5 months ago
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thinking about senet and votive again (explodes into a million shards. walks into the ocean. lays on the floor. god)
it couldnt be real. i couldnt believe it, couldnt believe in it, so i crushed it. now it's shards on the floor and all i can do is look. i can look, it's bearable to, but all the light that was once in it is gone
when senet finally gets what he wanted, when he looks back so utterly joyfully, at votive who has suffered nothing but misery. it surrouned her always, leading so many others to their demises too, because that's just what she is. there's nothing else to it, so she learned to be happy in misfortune and to find it in misery itself
and then senet came along and proved her all wrong. every hardship he beared through with her, and when when he wavered, votive (as much as she obscured her words and intent) still picked him back up, for some reason. maybe it was the community they saw in eachother.
two disgraced nobles, prince and heiress. two travelers, wearing the same masks, chatting along as they walked a path alone, as noone else would come near them. the innocent and the knowing, the pitying. the knowing one who was proved wrong in the end by someone who, entirely naively, refused to stop hoping.
and when he finally found a cure, a way out, for the entirely unknown ailment that was leading him to a slow, likely miserable death for so long, she stared in bewilderment. the most emotion she'd expressed in a long time.
it couldnt be real that he found happiness with her by his side - with her there. it couldnt be real that she had anything to do with hope and joy and happiness
so she betrayed him at the very last second. just to prove it. to prove something to them herself
votive is an omen of misfortune and misery
senet is the innocent, naive traveler who made the mistake of staying by her side
senet is the one who weathered through the storm, who hoped against all odds, until he made it out on the other side
no. senet was not the one
senet is the idiot, senet is the fool in this play, the one who made the fatal mistake of trusting her, the one who dared to challenge his puppet strings, the one who couldn't see when to possibly quit and stop trying to give affection to a mere dead mass of brambles and thorns
he's the one who won, his victory now forever scarred by a betrayal he will never understand, one that did nothing at all to change anything.
and votive is the idiot, alone, looking up and wondering where her puppet strings are
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payasita · 1 year ago
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Do you write as well in spanish as you do in english?
oh no, not at all! I grew up speaking it at home but never had any formal education at school. so i got a waaaaay more limited vocabulary there
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