#its kind of an inconsistent mess

[bloodpen-to-paper]

I've made a list of names to call the CCs in your tags cause I see a lot of people putting "qsmp" on their tag name when they exist outside of the Qsmp, especially when making content of unrelated stuff (among us event, irl meetups, non-qsmp games, etc)

* <;- means there's different variations of the name either having a space between the two words or being shown as one word (ex. "tina kitten" vs "tinakitten"), but I tried putting the most common ones below

English speakers

philza | badboyhalo | fitmc | foolish gamers* | jaiden animations | tinakitten* | wilbur soot | dantdm | slimecicle | ironmouse | nihachu | tubbo | lenay/lenay_xo (minecraft)

Spanish speakers

maximus (youtube)/agentemaxo* (twitch) | quackity (also english speaker) | elmariana* | vegetta777 | spreen/spreendmc (youtube)/elspreen* (twitch) | luzu/luzugames* (youtube) | rubius (twitch)/rubiusz (youtube) | missasinfonia | roier | riversgg | willyrex | polispol1/polispol (QSMP intro page) | germán garmendia/holasoygerman (former youtube) | carrerra

Brazilians

forever player* | cellbit | felps | tazercraft (pactw and mikethelink) | bagi | Lore/Mine/etc (to my knowledge friends/family of the streamers like Mine and Lore don't have CC names, but I've seen "goddess/deusa mine/lore" for their qsmp cameos; you could also maybe use their twitter/insta names if they're ok with that)

French speakers

etoiles | baghera jones | aypierre | antoine daniel | kameto

Most of the CCs have names that are identifiable on their own, but when they don't you usually take some aspect of their streamer name/gamertag (ex. Mariana = El Mariana, Jaiden = Jaiden Animations) so they have a distinct name within the tagging system. For the eggs/NPC characters, since they exist because of the Qsmp and never outside of it, I usually just put their name if its distinct enough (Cucurucho) or "qsmp __", like "qsmp pomme". Anyway hope this helps, and here's to a more consistent tagging system maybe lmao

[tboom10]

i felt like drawing something with vibrant colours as did i feel like drawing humans, so i did both.

the humanizations (? is that the right word?) of gangle and zooble and pomni too /ref were made by SonaDrawzStuffYT. i dont think she has a Tumblr, so here's a link to her youtube channel:

(if she has a tumblr, let me know so i can credit her for the designs)

[cogentranting]

"Fire + Water " is such a sad, frustrating episode because it's all about this pattern in Charlie's life of 1. Charlie tries to help the people he cares about 2. it doesn't work out for some reason or other 3. Charlie does something he shouldn't and ends up in trouble 4. No one is there to help Charlie and they all just kind of shake their heads at him and shame him for messing up

And it's very similar to the 1st season episode "The Moth" but in that one the pattern is disrupted, both in flashbacks and in the present. Liam gets his act together and offers to help Charlie (though kinda too little, too late), and in the present both Locke and Jack step up and give Charlie what he needs-- support, sympathy and belief.

And then in THIS episode it's the opposite. Charlie is clearly and desperately in need of help and no one is giving it to him. And Claire and Aaron take priority and that's fine and right. Charlie did mess up bad. He did lie to Claire and then he does take Aaron in the middle of the night and so the need to protect them is justified. But things would not have escalated the way they did if someone had been there for Charlie. If when the first incident happened someone had listened to him about his dreams and believed him when he said he was sleepwalking and that he wasn't on drugs.

But instead Charlie is in distress and all Locke does is call him a liar and say he can't be trusted and shut him out. And then AND THEN. When Locke has pushed Charlie to the edge, heard his fears and told him that he's not worth listening to, and Charlie has fallen off that edge, Locke responds by beating him up! For no reason! Not to stop him. Just to punish him.

[erosiism]

GAP MOE | YANDERE DUKE X M!READER

prompt: in which the reader is isekai’d to a novel where he’s supposed to be cannon fodder, but his supposed murderous husband is sweet, doting, and loving. the worst case of gap moe.

character(s): duke (altair), you

warnings(s): none [except the chance that i might have used the term wrongly lol still an enjoyable read, i promise]

note(s): male reader, second person, present tense, not beta read, will probably have a part two

other(s): alternative title: help, i got transmigrated as cannon fodder and now i am the murderous duke’s husband | meaning of gap moe: affection born of inconsistency between different aspects of the character

So, you’ve been isekai’d to a novel. A novel where the Grand Duke is supposed to kill you. He hits every cliche: Altair Ornaria is red eyed, black haired, and he has the smoldering, sharp kind of beauty that you only see in Dukes. The Northern Duke, to be exact.

The situation isn’t looking good. As far as you know, you’ve been isekai’d into a novel called The Villianess’s Revenge, where you are a plot point. Canon fodder. Where you’re the background character who happens to die in an event that the main character will shine. And specifically: you’ll die by your husband’s hands.

You like to think that you could’ve avoided your fate, but it’s bad, because you woke up to wedding preparations—the first time you open your eyes in a foreign world, there’s a burst of chatter and activity in a luxurious room, and you see white everywhere. Memories of your past life whizz past you in a frantic blur and your head is still muddled: oh, right. You got hit by a truck. Memories of the novel follows, and you can only blink as you realize the stupid coincidence that you share the same name as the character you had possessed.

Your fate remains: you’re  getting married.

To the Grand Duke of…the Northern Kingdom.

Admittedly, you don’t know how to feel. There’s the obvious fear that you’ll be walking right to death’s door, but again, you don’t exactly die during the wedding. You only die months after that. So you don’t really need to worry about anything yet right? The Duke will be cold towards you, but it doesn’t matter: he’s a stranger to you, too, and you plan on kissing him for as little as you can.

 And, you think, it certainly didn’t help it that the Grand Duke is devastatingly handsome. You can see his looks working its spell on you—you can see yourself simpering, your eyes going wide eyed. You’re trying to steel yourself. You’re trying to make yourself immune to Altair’s beauty. 

Fast forward: you’re walking down the aisle, aghast at the sight of your weeping mother and your crying father who just look so proud of you. They seem like decent parents, which is…strange. So—

—Oh. The [Name] in the original story did have three lines of description. One, that he was a spoiled brat, pampered by his parents, and two, he has a fucking crush on the Grand Duke. Hence a strategic alliance placed confidently for [Name] to get his wish.

…Asshole, you think. The veil is covering your face and you’re dressed in a white suit adorned with flowers. You can feel your throat dry up, all the moistness leaving your lips and instead churning down your throat. You wrinkle your nose, before you try to swallow down profanities. The music behind you almost seems taunting.

You stop in front of the groom.

Standing there in all his resplendent glory is none other than your soon to be husband, whose face is unreadable. You can’t see him, only smudges and smears. After all, the veil is covering his face—but gloom settles in you.

He’s going to be disappointed, you think glumly. His face seems vaguely familiar, probably because you do know how he looks, tangentially, but your thoughts are a hot mess right now. You can’t find the power within you to place a finger on it: so instead of bothering over it, you stand in front of the Duke in trepidation.

The Duke slowly lifts up the veil — gently and slowly, and you can swear emotion flits across his face as he gazes at you. You blink owlishly at him, at a loss of words. This is their first time meeting, and you two are about to lock lips. Or perhaps lock lips is an exaggeration—it will be nothing but a useless peck. But thankfully, though indiscernible, his face not one of disappointment.

Almost..fond? You think, then there is belated horror: wait, what? 

You ignore that. And then when your thoughts subside, you realize how ridiculously hot he is. 

“[Name],” he whispers, Altair, the cold, heartless, murderer of a Duke whispers, and your breath catches in your throat. It’s not even the expression on his face that knocks the wind out of your chest: it’s the way he calls out your name. Carefully, like he’s savoring the taste of the name on his tongue, like deja vu. But then again, perhaps it helps that you have read this scene. And the scene, though very—different—is unfolding in front of your very eyes.

This is your murderer, you think, don’t look at his face, [Name]!

You start to lower your head meekly, but Altair tips your head back up.

“How,” there is a teasing tone to his voice—teasing, like this is so funny to him—“how, do you expect me to kiss you?”

Your jaw drops. Then it closes. You are well aware of the blush around your cheeks that has betrayed you. 

.

.

What?

.

.

Seriously, is he programmed wrong? Why is Altair OOC? You coined enough fanfiction terms to label everything wrong with this. There’s a proper term for this, but you can’t seem to remember it. You do notice the way that Altair glowers at everyone else, before his expression smoothens when he faces you.

You close your eyes to give out a sigh. You forget this is a marriage. So you forget what happens when you get married.

A kiss.

You startle when you feel lips—firm but soft at the same time, pressing against your own. It’s tender, sweet, loving, and you practically melt against it. When you break away, the taste of Altair’s—your husband’s lips still linger on your own.

This defies all the rumors about the Duke, who supposedly was a cold hearted bastard who killed his advisors for speaking out of turn. No, this man is tender and gentle, and his delicate touch is nothing short of sweet. 

Before you can retort, or before your lagging brain can even comprehend this—the guests burst into cheers. You just feel numb as Altair guides you slowly down the aisle, ready to board the carriage into the manor. Mansion. Whatever. Your new home.

Your…

Altair presses a kiss to your forehead before he whispers in your ear. “I cannot wait for our wedding night, Y/n.”

You freeze.

The term starts to arise in your head.

Gap Moe, you think, this is fucking gap moe.

likes/reblogs would be so appreciated! and so will comments :) don’t mind me haha im tryna figure tumblr’s algorithm out which might explain my varied content || this oneshot will probably have a part two or three because there’s actually a reason behind everything. I’ll see how this does first

[genericpuff]

Rachel's art regression actually makes me so sad because yeah she always had problems with anatomy but at least her style used to have personality back then

It's actually so fascinating to look at her older art because on the one hand, to her credit, she was INCREDIBLY prolific, she made SO MUCH STUFF to the point that we're STILL finding new stuff all the time, it's actually really impressive; but on the other hand, she also clearly didn't really have a focused direction, she was kind of just trying different things waiting to see what would stick, and eventually LO was what won the lotto. But unlike previous works where she could pick them up and drop them at her own time, she was contractually obligated to LO and it forced her to meet crazy strict deadlines, so I think in a way (at least in my opinion from what I've been able to glean looking at her work from the past several years) she almost lost a lot of what she was capable of doing back then because she proceeded to spend all of her time for YEARS working on LO.

I do think she'd be fully capable of returning to that older art style, but the reality is that that style also, like LO, existed through inconsistency. She was always trying and doing different things and you can tell a lot of it was rooted in both trial and error + indecisiveness. As much as she's talked about "streamlining" the production process of LO in previous interviews, it's also very clear in its inconsistencies - as well as her older work which was also inconsistent, for better and for worse - that she never actually learned how to streamline. Unlike artists who you can at least look at and understand they have a "process" that they follow every single time, she just does not seem to have that.

And that's not necessarily a bad thing, I think it worked well for her when she was doing freelance and standalone illustrations / conceptual art. The "personality" in her work back then was her just messing around with things and doing whatever looked good, and it often paid off through beautiful illustrations and concept designs.

But that sort of approach doesn't work so well when you're trying to do a long-form comic with unique characters and a distinctive art style which is being worked on by multiple different people. Something like LO demands workflow consistency and a production pipeline with steps to follow and standards to practice, and that's not something that Rachel has ever really been good at, even before she started LO.

[guiltycorp]

Damn i really want to know tf happened in the writing room of arcane s2. Some of the downgrades were inevitable due to the show's corporate limitations (not being able to progress the class war story in a meaningful way, having to tie things back to league of legends in terms of making playable characters more appealing to well, play... rip Mel and Viktor in particular), sure. But i still feel like it's even worse than that? There are so many bad decisions that i couldn't even start listing them all... the characters, plot, pacing, themes, it's just such a mess? Even the dialogue writing, it feels much more mm Marvel at its worst i suppose. What i am most bothered by is probably just the straight up harmful messaging so um... Cycles of violence and abuse can be broken by individual decisions to become a better person! Got nothing to do with systemic oppression, living conditions, mental health issues, you can just conveniently ignore aaall the social context, live laugh love and then things get better automatically yep, oppressors famously stop oppressing you when you show them that you're harmless and won't put up a fight anymore. Literally three out of three suicidal characters dying to redeem themselves? Not even in a tragic/cathartic way but in a bittersweet 'they finally atoned for their mistakes' way? Groundbreaking lmao. Romantic relationship between Vi and Caitlyn including no communication about their biggest fight, just conveniently skipping to sex and getting back together - would have loved that if it was framed as the unhealthy fucked up thing that it is, skipping over Vi's hurt and her background to once again become a cop, her girlfriend's direct underling at that (!) due to her not having any other support systems... But nope that was our cute lesbian romance wrapped up, a good thing all around, not concerning at all. Jayce telling Viktor that what he 'always admired about him' was his disability and his deadly disease (??? from a character who spent the whole s1 and first act of s2 desperately trying to help Viktor find a cure? sure) and that those imperfections don't need fixing, just wtf truly. Magic bullshit was also weird, some implications of 'natural magic is ok, but achieving that power through other means corrupts you into a crazy robot bitch or just wilts your trees i guess', but tbh it was written in such a weird and inconsistent way that we can skip this one... Yeah actually a lot of things were just such a mess that I feel silly pointing to specific moments or lines I didn't like, I mean duh, it barely makes sense as a story at all... I am happy we have s1 which comparatively was a masterpiece, and i also really enjoyed s2 act1, i truly believed it would lead somewhere good at the time, my mind still kind of cuts off the story at that point when i think about it, that WAS the open ending of the show to me (is it possible that there were rewrites? targeting act 2 and 3? idk, wishful thinking perhaps). Despite my extremely negative feelings about this season's conclusion i remain glad that so many people appreciate the show regardless, it is clear that there was STILL a lot of love in the process of its creation (although i'd argue that even some of the visual aspects of the show suffered in quality, once again i have to wonder about behind the scenes mood of it all) and i get very upset when i see creatives online despairing over reception of their projects even when i'm absolutely in the disgruntled crowd hahaha... ...however yeah, this wasn't great In a world that increasingly grows more and more right-wing politically... we really needed something different i think.

[kadextra]

That Cucurucho vs Bad/Forever/Cell/Etoiles interaction is probably one of my top favorites on the qsmp so far. It was so freaking cool and everyone had this epic "don't mess with me or you'll regret it" attitude I was at the edge of my seat

Cucurucho arriving to merely observe but then having the rug unexpectedly swept out from under them by these 4 people. Having all kinds of power yet not being able to get what they want, being desperate & irritated for the first time we've seen.

q!Forever's super quick thinking to swipe the prohibited computer parts before they were taken away and using them as leverage. His bartering with Cucurucho, threatening them that it can't do a thing about it and must play by his rules.

q!Cellbit driving Cucurucho into a corner with his sharp intellect. Pointing out the inconsistences, tearing apart its arguments so easily to the point Cucurucho could barely reason back.

q!Bad going off at Cucurucho with these absolutely venomous lines that hit so raw I was shocked. Lassoing Cucurucho and walking them around like a puppet on a string while peppering it with scornful taunts.

q!Etoiles, brand-new to the server, rigging a machine and watching everything happen. Hiding in his back pocket the fact he could destroy the computer in less than a second with a single click.

[iamnmbr3]

Cursed Child rant? as a treat? 👉👈

Oh god. Where to even start. Listen, I know some people enjoy CC and I say more power to you. I'm not here to be the fun police and say what people can and can't like or write fic about or derive meaning from or whatever. But for me, personally, Cursed Child is an absolute mess of the worst kind that irritates me on a profound level.

First off, it's completely inconsistent with the canon characterizations and established rules of world building (and JKR didn't even do that much world building so there wasn't that much to keep track of and yet, they couldn't even bother to do that). I mean, Cedric, who tried to give the Triwizard Cup to Harry doesn't win and that somehow causes him to become a Death Eater??? Huh? It's not just ooc. It's bad storytelling. I mean, even if he was a hugely sore loser why would losing a tournament cause him to join an extremist blood purist paramilitary group? That has nothing to do with him losing. It's stupid and childish and nonsensical and SO bad.

And really? That's the best you can come up with? If the point of that whole thing was the tired trope of 'time travel goes wrong and makes things worse' they could've just had the gang expose Crouch earlier but instead of Voldemort not returning he just ends up returning but not using Harry's blood which allows him to do his original plan of growing his power in secret. And idk. Maybe then he takes over and he kills Harry and Harry doesn't come back. I didn't even put any effort into that. It's a bit dumb and inelegant but it gets the job done without wild character assassination and a lack of logic so profound it would insult the reasoning abilities of a fungus.

But ok, let's judge it as its own vaguely Harry Potter inspired thing rather than as an actual sequel to the canon series. You know what the result is? IT'S STILL BAD. It's just. SO BAD. I don't understand how it's a real thing.

It's like a parody of a bad play. It can't possibly be real. Harry suddenly has a phobia of pigeons? Why??? It's so...stupid. And I'm supposed to take that seriously? What? And the dialogue. The dialogue. "Bad" doesn't even cover it. The fact that "Wow. Squeak. My geekness is a-quivering" is a real actual line in the actual play causes me physical pain. WHO WRITES THAT?! AND THEN LEAVES IT IN THE FINAL DRAFT?!?!?

And Delphi. WHAT EVEN?! She's literally like a parody of a bad fanfic Mary Sue. Down to the blue streak in her hair. But we're supposed to take her seriously? As a villain? Tf? She's like a bad Ebony Dark'ness Dementia Raven Way knockoff. The whole play is like an unfunny parody of bad writing. But it's not supposed to be. It actually pretends to be a genuine drama. Which is so much worse. I truly think My Immortal is better. And way funnier.

No effort at all went into the story construction. Characters act incredibly childishly and unrealistically and simplistically. The story doesn't feel like it was written by adults. There's no feeling or depth or emotion. It's all plot contrivances and nauseatingly simplistic writing. It isn't a story. It's just some stuff that happens. Because the writers were just like 'eh it's Harry Potter it'll sell.' And that's not art. That's just churned out content. And it bothers me on such a profound level that they did it and got away with it.

I would be embarrassed to write that for myself, let alone to turn that in as a professional writer. It's so inconsistent with the original story that I legitimately think the 2 guys who wrote it didn't even read the books. They just glanced at the wiki and decided they were good to go. Despite being PAID to do this. How sloppy is that? Not to mention Harry Potter meant so much to so many people who were ecstatic to get more content yet the two clowns who wrote this just skimmed the wiki and then vomited out some of the worst lines ever penned in history and called it a day.

[cryptocism]

So, out of curiosity (AND a slight fear of messing with what you've laid out so clearly in Frequency, which I see as the most reasonable and rational explanation to Thad's character inconsistencies basically, ever), I am wondering if this version of Inertia from Flash #760 fits into the Too Many Thads AU anywhere? From what I can tell, he's the only one not mentioned in your very thorough (and impressively detailed, he was at boomerang's funeral, excuse me sir why are you here???) timeline of Thad appearances. Would you consider him one of the clones we get from the AU, like Six? Or maybe just Thad himself given he's sort of just... chilling in the Speedforce lol. Or did you just not consider him given it's yet another instance of Thad appearing, doing something wild, then disappearing as quickly as he came haha. (Also, I just noticed he says vibrational FREQUENCY, nice👏)

i did... kinda include this iteration. but admittedly it's pretty brief, and the bits of story that take place in the speed force sit in dreamy abstraction rather than solid prose

start of chapter 2 when Thad is running thru the speed force:

He thinks he sees the Flash, once or twice. Tick tock tick tock. You’re running out of time, Barry. But he often thinks he sees lots of people. Once, he thought he saw Max. But the memories exist in his mind the same way a daydream would, and he can’t be sure if it was real.

The "tick tock tick tock" line is taken directly from #760

compared to the other threads of canon that Frequency is written around, it's definitely more on the borders of believably. The "tick tock" line and the bit where Thad threatens to snap his fingers and "blast Barry's mind to pieces" harkens back to the Kid Zoom era and Rogues Revenge, which fucks with my attempt to differentiate this Inertia as a separate person from Kid Zoom. but the hiccup feels minor enough that i think it still works

(and on a tangential note the whole "i'll snap my fingers and blast your mind to pieces" line straight up doesn't make sense to me because YES Kid Zoom famously snapped his fingers and exploded a baby, but he accomplished that by fast-forwarding that baby's timeline so quick that its literal molecules shook apart under the stress. Barry is a speedster and would not respond to timeline manipulation in that way - if at all - because his molecules are already used to that kind of shit. it's a weird and out of place threat to make and i think Williamson may have gotten the impression that Kid Zoom acquired the power of spontaneous combustion which he Fucking Did Not ok rant over)

the general idea i was going for was: Thad is running on rage, sees Barry, has the brief confrontation in #760 where Barry mostly just feels bad for him, and then disappears back into the storm. Implication being that Thad has actually had a couple different interactions with people during his 5 years in the speed force (Eobard, Max, Barry, etc) who try to convince him of things or promise him things, but staying for that long in the speed force (without being dead) fucks with perception a little bit, especially perceptions of Time. so when he's out and looking back on it, Thad can't totally discern what happened, what didn't, or in what order.

also the attendance at Captain Boomerang's funeral gets a shout out near the end of chapter 8 when Bart is going through Six's collection of Four's old stuff:

Some of the items on the shelf he didn’t recognize. A shot glass. A funeral pamphlet for one Digger Harkness. Several empty syringes and auto-injectors all meticulously arranged. A variety of small gadgets and devices that Bart couldn’t place.

because the funeral is technically Inertia's return after the events of Mercury Falling, I translated that as Four's first appearance in the 21st century

[nickchamomile]

Well.. I want to talk about a little lore in the Habit family, namely about the three brothers.

Andrey Habit (fanon name) - Boris's father

Grigory Habit - The well-known fanon Uncle Boris

And Pavel Habit - another uncle of Boris, whom, unfortunately, he never saw, because he died in the w@r.

They are triplets, and were born on April 14, 1924. And despite the fact that they are triplets, they differ from each other both in height and in character (and in appearance, of course.) But at the same time, they are friendly and love each other, even if some are embarrassed to show it.

Pavel - A tall and sweet guy with a kind soul and a cheerful spirit, and despite every mess that usually happens to him with his brothers during their time, he is always ready to go with them through thick and thin. Pasha can be called a “mama’s boy,” and it’s true that before he passed away, he was his mother’s favorite, which he didn’t particularly like, because he wanted everyone to be loved equally. he is "ENFJ". Pavel is an understanding and friendly young man, albeit shy, but this did not even stop him from finding a girl before his brothers! The girl's name was Lyra, and there was tender love between them, without any quarrels or mistrust. As Lyra herself would say: “Unlike other men, Pasha knows how to love the soul.”

Grisha - or as everyone used to call him “Grigory”, unlike what he is like now as an adult, as a child - he was a very active child who gets bored, but you won’t get bored with him. In their village, he was like the “Thunderstorm of the area”, even at a more mature age, at about 16 years old, he still loved to play children and spend time with his brothers, although usually his martyr for his own entertainment was always Pavel, because Pavel was I agree to everything for the sake of my brothers. In addition, Grigory was always closer to Pasha, because he could open up to him and not be ashamed of himself and have fun with him, which was not the case with Andrey. Since I said that they have different characters, this was sometimes not beneficial for Grisha and Andrey. There were inconsistencies, misunderstandings, and sometimes even quarrels. And somewhere closer to that very Second World W@r, they became closer to each other. However, in adulthood Grisha was in no hurry to find a girlfriend. He believed that all the girls around him were not the ones he was looking for. And, as he said, “Fate itself will tell you which “the one” is... I will fall at her feet.” He said... and that’s how he met his “same one” a few years later, when he wanted to EPICALLY get out of the car, but got caught on the carpet in the car and fell, by the way, “Dolores” right at her feet. He is an ЕNTP, for him, probably, his family is just as important... as his own opinion.

And Andrey - Among the brothers, he is probably, as he believes, the most “correct”, “adult” and “serious”. Which is probably why he and Grisha had little quarrels. Andrei began to grow up and become more serious a little earlier, due to obsessive thoughts that “If I am an adult and serious, society will accept me.”, which is why he, of course, did not play much with his brothers. But despite this, he still goes where the brothers go. And despite his seemingly firmness, Andrei loves his brothers, even Grisha, he just doesn’t know how to express his feelings, like Pavel or Grisha. But mostly, Andrei makes comments to Grigory, thinking that he will probably always be childish. After Pasha’s death, Andrei became that “mama’s boy,” which he was not against. He is ISTJ. And despite its hardness, perhaps somewhere there, there is still love... probably.

Unfortunately, after Pavel's death, their family fell apart. The mother blamed the father for allegedly leading the children into such danger, because of which they lost one son, and even blamed Grigory, because he did not save his brother in time. Because of which, after this, the children were divided. Grigory grew up with his father, and Andrey with his mother.

And the date of Pavel’s death: June 24, 1944.

This is how the story went. Thanks for your opinion <:0)

[pinkelotjeart]

my dear pinkelotje,

it has come to my attention that when the letters H and A are put into your comics, they are always capitalized. if this a force of habit? a secret code? your initials? a reference to popular character “High Adjuficator tsv” of joe biden sex coma fame?

i eagerly await your reply,

apollo

To my dearest friend Apollo,

First of all I have to commend you for being so observant. While I think it would’ve been really funny if the capitalised A and H in my hand writing were a allusion to the High Adjudicator of JBSC fame, it is not.

My simplest answer is that it’s indeed a force of habit. I’ve previously tried writing without it for comics to make the writing more clear but that would just end up with inconsistent hand writing so I’ve chosen to just keep it as is.

It does however touch upon a interesting subject of why my handwriting is like that. So I hope you will indulge me while I explain.

You see I have dyslexia. While most times people attempt to explain dyslexia as having ‘letters spin and turn when you read’ is a over exaggerated- as seen in movies like Percy Jackson where it’s almost portrayed like visual hallucinations- it’s not fully incorrect. But the ‘turning of letters’ is more internal.

Our brains will often times mess up when processing linguistic information. Somewhere in between the viewing the information, and actually processing it, it’ll get lost. Which forces the brain to fill in blanks, change up words and letters to make sense of what’s just been processed.

Letters that look similar will then often times get confused for other letters. Letters like the p, b, d, and q for example look incredibly similar in most fonds. This makes it easy for the brain to turn it on its head when processing it, and thus miss interpret the letter.

There’s more nuance to dyslexia but this is one of the main things people can struggle with.

Which funfact: they actually made a dyslexic font that makes it easier for people with dyslexia to read. The way it works is by having the lower part of the letters be ‘heavier’ which makes it easier for the brain to see which side is supposed to the bottom. And thus we won’t subconsciously turn the letter around as much.

To get back on subject. While I might be psycho analysing myself a bit too much. My personal theory on the matter is that; it’s just easier for me to read when these letters are capitalised. Especially when written down quickly, these letters would quickly look allot like others. Especially in my sloppy hand writing.

I hope this long winded tangent answered your question on why the hell I write like that.

With kind regards,

Pinky Pinkelotje.

[umbramatic]

I Bought An Alarmo So You Don't Have To: A Post

I Bought An Alarmo So You Don't Have To: A Thread/Post

So Nintendo revealed its Alarmo alarm clock a while back, and like. Nintendo could have EASILY contracted a third party to make a normal alarm clock, slap some Nintendo branding on it, and sell it for much cheaper, because that's what any other big media company would have done, but no, they had to be extra. And reactions ranged from "i want one" to "what the fuck, this isn't the switch 2, this is so weird and stupid". 

I was initially in the latter camp. But there was always a twinge of. Morbid curiosity to it. And a desire to fix something about myself. 

See, I am AWFUL at getting up in the morning. I'm not a morning person. Most alarms on my phone and such I just hit snooze or stop endlessly even when I set a billion of them. But Alamo is different. Alarmo bugs you to get out of bed if you try to lie back down. So since I had extra money from my job, I was like, "maybe it's worth a shot I GUESS" and despite my reservations bought one. 

It arrived in a package a few days later. I was surprised by how small it was.

I knew it needed to be right next to my bed, so I moved a dog crate next to it and stacked a bunh of books on top for the Alarmo to sit on. 

I got it all set up...

And went to bed relatively soon after because I needed w to get up early the next morning. 

And you know what? The thing works. 

...Mostly.

I was awakened to loud Salmon Run noises, which were what I chose the night prior. (I later switched to other noises, especially Pikmin noises, I felt were even more intense.) They did in fact stop when I got out of bed. The motion sensors do their job very well. Sometimes too well. 

The box mentioned pets can throw it off and my dog DOES sleep with me but she's small and sleeps away from the sensor and gets out of bed when I do so she doesn't mess with it much. 

(Okay, not entirely true, she DOES mess with it sometimes...)

You know what potentially messes with it? The body pillow I sleep with. Maybe. Possibly.I toss it out of the bed to make sure but also it's kinda inconsistent if it triggers it or not.

 So maybe I should probably add a disclaimer about body pillows? Maybe not? Unsure.

I also kinda threw it off sitting on the edge of the bed putting new clothes on - that made it think I was still in bed. 

But the thing is it is actually succeeding at getting me out of bed. The fact it just goes off again if you lie back down is really helpful for me specifically. There was one time where I set it really early to get up for work and I fell back asleep on the couch to thwart the alarm and had to be woken up by my staff but the next day I set the alarm for slightly later and woke up for work fine. 

Even with the regular mode there IS a button to forcibly turn the alarm off which is dangerous for me specifically because that's my entire problem with normal alarms. But I gotta work on the discipline to not use it and find good timing so I'm less tempted to. 

Also! There are bedtime noises!But they're always the same volume as the alarm so mine ended up a bit loud to be sleepy bedtime music. 

Oh! And a summary of the alarms I've tried: 

-The rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrandomizer -The aforementioned Salmon Run noises

-The rousing noises of Pikmin night expeditions -GROOVY LONGLEGS DISCO

-Pikmin just straight up drowning -Zelda telling me to wake the fuck up

-Barking chain chomps to go with my barking doggo

So like. It's definitely still kind of a novelty item and I still rather not have paid 100 bucks for it. But the specific features it has are helpful for someone like me who is ass at getting up in the morning, so it's worth a shot if you fall into that specific category. Now if you'll excuse me I'm setting it to Pikmin drowning again because I'm a sick freak.

[generational-atrophy]

Yandere ivan and tsundere s/o please. Like how he handle them and ofc his patience 😨

yandere! hetalia russia with a tsundere s/o

0.5k words ~ gender neutral headcanons

tw: typical yandere tws, unhealthy relationships

a/n: its britney bitch

Ivan is typically quite a patient man. But when it comes to his darlings, his calm kindness is thrown out of the window. There’s only so much screaming and crying he can take before he’ll tape your mouth shut.

He expected you to despise him at first, he’s not that oblivious. He knows how prickly you can be on the regular, and being kidnapped would obviously… exacerbate that quickly.

But the longer you yell and push him away, the more violent he’d become. His first breaking point would result in his screaming back about how he hates you just as much, (followed by a night of desperately squeezing you and apologising), but his final breaking point would result in a bloody mess.

Don’t push him that far. You won’t be able to push him into killing you, but your “brattiness” may force him to get real close.

However, if you’re more willing to give in to his affection occasionally, you two would have quite a… strange relationship.

At the end of the day, Ivan wants a simple domestic relationship with you. But, he doesn’t mind a little challenge. He did choose you, even with your tsundere attitude, after all.

He’ll tighten his leash on you just because he knows you’ll resist and then happily take the opportunity to remind you who you belong to.

When you’re in public, he won’t protest when you slap his hand away, but don’t try to act like that when you two are alone. Going out in public is a privilege, after all.

“Don’t say that, my love… someone may think you are being serious.” He laughs, his gaze resting on your pouting face as one looks at a misbehaving child. He wasn’t wrong, as a couple of other patrons looked up from their shopping for a moment to look at you two.

“I am being serious! You- you’re so controlling, whoever said that I wanted you in my life anyway!”

His grip on your hand instantly tightens, very nearly crushing your fingers with his unnatural strength,

“Did I stutter when I said not to say that, dear? Or… perhaps you would like to see what happens when you do? I will warn you, I have had a bad day.”

When his violet eyes meet yours again, you know not to speak up again. Not today, at least.

Don’t reject his gifts. He would take that incredibly personally. 

However, when you start to warm up only to act like your tsundere self again, he gets less angry and more… hurt. He doesn’t mind playful inconsistency, but if you’re genuinely so hot and cold, he ends up upset. 

His being upset is the most dangerous thing for him to be. He’ll swing wildly between obsessive love and pure hatred, mimicking your own tsundere behaviour. 

But other than that, it’d go… alright. Whenever you get offended by offhanded comments he makes, he immediately apologizes. Even if the reason is silly, he never wants to see you upset.

He may be completely socially inept, but he can still tell the difference between you hating him and hating something he said. He’ll break the first case out of you, but even yandere Ivan doesn’t like hurting you (when it comes to emotional stuff.)

And when he finally breaks your bratty resistance, he’s overjoyed! Once you’re content being mindless and affectionate, you’ll be a perfectly happy couple.

[milktei]

Us Without Me

Suna Rintarou x gn!Reader

Genre: Angst. hurt with no comfort :0. a bit of a character study??? with a touch of song fic (but no lyrics because it’s just not my thing)

Warnings: none(?)

Requests: Closed

not edited

a/n: A small gift for 300 followers :3 Based off of the song ‘Us Without Me’ by Grent Perez (PLS LISTEN TO IT. AND HIS WHOLE DISCOGRAPHY ITS BANGER AFTER BANGER FOR ANY MOOD). i haven’t had the energy to do any requests but this song just inspired me and i managed to write it between all my school work.

I hope y’all enjoy this because i know that i’m very inconsistent when it comes to posting but i’m so so grateful to everyone that enjoys my writing. I’m currently in stem so being able to be creative in some way between my stressful life has been a blessing. it’s just an extra benefit that people enjoy what i write.

In his defence. He was never that in tune with his emotions. At least… that’s what he keeps telling himself.

The silence that came with staying up well into the night was something that he used to relish in. After a hectic day of training he knew that eventually the night would come and he could relax in complete silence doing whatever he wanted.

That was until you left.

You used to go up to him to talk about your day the moment he got home. He would often tune you out as he took off his shoes, up until he managed to get into the shower. His days used to be filled with your voice.

Used to.

For a while after you had left the apartment, he thought that you’d eventually come back. You always did. You usually needed a bit of time to calm down after big arguments such as the one you had that one fateful night.

Eventually you’d come around. That’s what he always told himself.

Though it seemed like this would be the one exception. Now he was left in this apartment that felt far too big, and far too quiet for one person.

How he wished to hear you talk about your day just one more time.

He was never the type to think much about the past, always the kind of person to look towards the future and its plethora of possibilities, but not this time.

In the quiet parts of the night, when there was nothing to distract his mind from reminiscing, his mind forced him to consider the ‘what if’s?’ What could have been had he not spoken to you the way he did that night. Had he put aside his pride for once and chased after you like the damn fool he knew he was.

You leaving him left him with more questions than answers. Rather, more questions that he didn’t want to know the answers to. Questions that he would never be able to pull himself to ask.

He would never ask those questions. He kept his space. He wouldn’t dare contact you because he knew that it wasn’t him that you wanted. Definitely not because he was scared of any further rejection.

Definitely.

So he was stuck, thinking about what you had, cursed with the thoughts of what could have been while you had managed to break free.

He eventually got into the habit of watching from afar, just to make sure you were doing okay. That’s what he would tell himself unconvincingly. What a mess he was, looking at your posts on social media for a bit too long. Clicking on your account and scrolling through it a bit too often.

Analyzing your most recent post for a bit too long, and realizing that there were two drinks at the table you sat at. You’d always beg him to visit new cafes with you, more often than not he’d say he was busy or tired.

He’s stare at the picture for far too long, and eventually realize that you were looking at the person taking the picture with the same flustered yet elated look that you would give him all that time ago.

His heart sinks to his stomach but all he can do is look at you through a screen.

The more you posted the more evident it became that you were over him. He would chuckle angrily at his phone. The same phone you would beg him to get off of, just to give you even a fraction of his attention. He could never tell if he was angry at you for moving on so quickly, or at himself for caring so much now. Only after you had left for good.

He found himself wondering how you purged him from your heart so easily. When the mark you left on his was still so prominent. Then he remembers how he treated you and the mark begins to throb.

He thinks about how you live somewhere else now. How you’ve made a new place your own but even after all this time there are still remnants of you in his godforsaken apartment. The bath mat you bought, the way you organized the kitchen, the body wash you insisted he buy because you liked the way it smelled. He still buys it.

All this pain and heartache that he feels. He worries that he’ll be tethered to it forever. forced to live with the fact that he’s lost the best thing that could have ever happened to him and he’ll just have to accept it. For a man that only looked to the future, he can’t imagine himself living as carefree as he once did and it worries him. More than he would ever like to admit.

He finds himself comparing your new relationship to the one you two used to share. An immensely unhealthy habit for one to develop, but one he couldn’t free himself from.

‘We used to be like that’ he thinks to himself dejectedly as he sees a video of you and your new flame a mutual friend posted. He can see himself in the position of the other person but then he is dragged back to reality, and can see it’s the relationship you two once had. Just without him.

In the end he has to accept the bitter truth and realize that it wasn’t him that you needed. But god he still desperately needed you.

But as he looks at your new relationship, it becomes more clear to him. He didn’t deserve you, and he would have to live with that. The amount of attention and love you now get. The happiness in your eyes that grows with each post. It’s incomparable to how you two used to be. When he’s feeling particularly pathetic, he imagines himself as your new partner. Devoted, loving, determined to ensure the relationship works.

That’s where his imagination stops. In reality he knows that your relationship never looked like that. It never would have, not with how he was.

So he remains in the silent darkness of his room. Staring at pictures of you and your new fiancé. Stuck in his delusions that in another life this is exactly how your relationship would looked. It’s just that this time, it was without him.

[howlonomy]

I got the whole Snowdin movement bunch (all except for NMM!Clover back walk because my weakness for insignificant details has cursed me to have to try and learn some coding in order to make it exist in game should it ever get to that point)

Honestly the toughest part was getting the colors, a lot of these I just ripped straight from vanilla Clover

THANKFULLY I do not need to do this for the Dunes Caves or Steamworks as those seem to be a filter (which is actually what the Flowey Fight Clover is but shhhhhhhhhhh) that gets put on Clover and Martlet/Ceroba respectively (they do not appear on the massive Clover Chart so that's why I think they are filters) Don't know why it's just Snowdin that gets special sprites, maybe because then they'd have to put a filter everywhere in Snowdin which might get crowded and messed up in those rooms with shade? Idk, I wasn't on the dev team

Don't you just hate it when you notice some details you messed up when it's too late? On the side runs, some of Clover's freckles disappear for a few frames. Thankfully it's on the run animations, which are too fast for it to be a noticeable inconsistency (did you know that when Clover's head faces towards the screen for those two frames in their run animation, that you can actually see their other eye?

It's actually really hard to notice since both the eyes and outline are dark colors and also it's for only two frames while moving. It seems I'm not the only one who's a sucker for tiny and very likely insignificant details. The more you know. Also I brought this up as a whole "See? It won't be noticed. Probably." thing)

YOURE DOING ALL THE COLORS TOO???? YOURE CRAZY FOR THAT ONE HELLO!!!!

youre blue now!! thats my attack!!!! i think u did a great job translating the funky snowdin colors onto clover bc they are just kind weird for no reason GDJFJD

i looove the amount of little tiny details the dev team put in uty…. its like a drug to me

[beevean]

You wanna do an analysis on one of your faves?

Do one on Samus! It's the right time!

Of course :P

Well... Samus is hard to describe, because she has changed so much in three decades.

The general Power Suit is iconic for a reason. In the older games, it was bulky, not apt for speed but very much apt for exploring a hostile world. It made Samus look like an advanced, cold, deadly robot.

Nowadays that people are inherently born with the knowledge that she is a woman :P her Suit has become a tad more feminine, mostly in the hips department - not enough to look too booby, but enough to be more streamlined and agile. (the size of the Varia Suit's massive shoulders is to this day wildly inconsistent :P)

Not surprising, then, the direction took in Dread, where the suit is sleeker than ever: Samus doesnt' look unprotected, but she's elegantly stripped to the essence without losing her cool factor.

You can tell in which decades those suits were designed :P

But I find Samus herself more interesting.

I remember reading a thread on r/metroid of someone, who was probably eaten for dinner that day, who was glad that Samus looks very feminine under the Suit, because you wouldn't expect the big hero of the galaxy to look like a cute woman, especially coming out of such a cold robotic suit. I do see their point. In part, her design (blonde, blue eyed, slim, conventionally pretty) is a child of its time. I think nowadays she would have been designed to look more like Abby from TLOU2, and I mean it in the most neutral of ways: Samus, overall, feels like a male character who was genderswapped at the last minute. And yes I know that it's exactly the case because the big reveal in M1 was mostly a joke, but I mean writing wise too.

My favorite design for Samus will always be SM, because yes, I do like my Samus to be athletic:

She should look well trained, for the job she has, and I wouldn't even mind more scars on her body, especially of the Phazon kind. (also I'm biased because I like buffer women :P) This is also where I insist that the two-piece looks better on her than the Zero Suit: while admittedly the latter would protect her skin better under the Power Suit, aesthetically the two-piece draws your eyes on her toned limbs and stomach, so while it is more revealing, I feel it's a more "tasteful" kind of fanservice than the Zero Suit which clings onto her curves. (not to open a can of discourse, it's my personal preference)

But I find interesting that she keeps her hair long and she puts on make up. Think about it: why would she put on make up when her face is hidden to the rest of the galaxy? No matter where she learned it, whether it was from the Chozo as something culturally different from our make up, or from female companions when she trained in the GF, it's easy to guess that Samus likes her appearance and puts care in it for herself and herself only. I do think it fits what we know of her personality: she's not a showoff, but she's not humble either. Combine this with the previous talk about the two-piece: Samus is shown going around places like that. Overall, both in appearance and personality, she exudes masculine confidence in a feminine way, something that would be so easy to mess up, but with one exception it has been kept fairly consistent.