#just doing a bit of an inversion

[moved-to-void-feather]

Just as a reminder, I'm no longer using this blog! My new blog is @void-feather if you wanted to follow me there (you don't have to though!) ^-^

[lucabyte]

So does anybody else ever think about how Loop felt the need to demonstrate that the party's deaths wouldn't have any effect on the loops. I know I do but that's besides the point. Anyway I don't think Loop actually needs to bathe, they just like to feel included.

[sysig]

Just keep getting back up (Patreon)

[hilacopter]

Genuine question: if the phrase “never again” referred to genocide on the scale of the Holocaust, why WOULDN’T you apply it to everyone? How does restricting its application to the Jewish people not imply a willingness to allow other groups to be targeted for extermination?

That's not what the phrase means. The phrase doesn't mean "never again will we let a genocide happen", it means "never again will we (Jews) let ourselves be slaughtered". Goyische leftists decided it means the former because they're jealous that we "get to have" the Holocaust, which to them isn't a generational trauma but rather the most important sport in the oppression olympics, and they feel the need to A. center themselves in it and B. compare everything else to it for shock value. "Never again means never again for anyone" is appropriating and generalising Jewish culture and trauma, which the goyische left has done time and time again because it makes them feel special. Fucking stop.

[sadrockandwaltzes]

Just some crappy Mikage drawings based on images from the show cause I need practice... I feel like I'm really getting the devianart experience tryna draw him😅😭

He looks much better in the show I assure you...

[writing on top left says 'Mikage Death Pose' since it looks very simpson death esque; writing for glasses (he looks so cool in his prof outfit) says 'stylish professor turned stylish librarian after pick-up attempt' (cause I accidentally gave him lipstick😅); middle left writing says 'shading fail' and 'dude being shady- not blushy; and bottom writing says 'Gah... She kept me waiting again!']

Favorite's definitely the bottom one

[bacchuschucklefuck]

Do you write fh (jy) fan fiction? If so is there a way I can read it? Thanks :>

I'll say I am writing fh fanfics! but its currently in my computer and nowhere else. maybe one day I'll get what I'm writing done and somewhere not my computer and I'll let folks know!

[delcat177]

I keep thinking about how kind of mean and hopeless the Harry Potter books were in worldbuilding

Harry Potter is set up to be poor and miserable and have nothing, and to have all of that "corrected" by finding out he's a wizard and his family is rich and he'll never want for anything again

Ron Weasley is set up to be poor and miserable and have nothing and suffer forever for it

Like, I grew up in the extinct middle class that was between lower-middle and upper-middle, just middle-middle, but it was an economically depressed town in an economically depressed state, and my economically depressed friend fucking HATED Ron

I also hated Ron, everyone hated Ron, but it was more the past few days I've really been thinking about the difference, that if you're poor, you get to be poor as a wizard, you get this representation but it's as The Ron, and for the entire time that the audience is supposed to be going along with Harry on this new, magical journey...your MC role is to be *nice* to poor people as your defining characteristic of this dynamic, because oh, look, being poor sucks ASS and everyone will hate you and make fun of you.

JKR just...didn't worldbuild for shit. Like, she made all these pretty, silly, wacky things, but under the cozy Wonka-esque trappings of "oh what a lovely place I wish I could live there", life is unreasonably hard and unreasonably unfair for an Earth where magic is real.

"If Muggles knew about magic, they'd want it to solve all their problems all the time" yeah Christ forbid you solve problems, you can't even get student loans running you senile old fuck

[bijoumikhawal]

also re: transfemmes and gay men draw a sharp delineation between each other, i didn't mention this last night but it means a lot of like. Nonbinary people who are exploring gender as effeminacy are treated REALLY badly by both specifically if they can't ultimately be put in one group or the other, on top of usual effemiphobia. I've seen multiple nonbinary people get subject to brutal public harassment over this, including one person who publicly was like "i might be transfem, i might want to use she/her, I don't know yet, but being treated so badly by other trans people for existing where im at now isn't fucking helping me figure that out". Part of this isn't just about this particular community divide, it's also about how many LGBT people have the idea that someone's lived experiences can themselves be offensive, and that that person therefore harms the community by existing. With trans people in general, there are a lot of people uncomfortable with ambiguity in gender because of worries about how cis people perceive us. There is, again, a particular disgust applied to effeminacy on this front.

[astrumocs]

🗣 oda and seifer >:3

Main Characters: Odarem Mortis (His POV) & Seifer Sanaca Side Characters/Mentioned Characters: Vrikoh Havlok (Odarem's official fleet general) & Seifer's Fleet Captain (Armand Buleis) Setting: Seifers' Newest Fleet Ship, some 2 or so sweeps back CW(s): Mentions of Blood and allusions to a murder

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You step off of the small transport vessel that had ferried you to your new assignment, the scent of blood hitting your nose immediately, causing you to raise your face mask into place. Well, you’re actually catching two distinct blood trails coming from different directions, but one is a lot fresher… You can’t help but find this curious, as the murder you’re meant to be investigating happened two days ago. Despite your curiosities, your outward demeanor does nothing to show that as you approach to meet with the captain of the ship.

“Doctor Mortis… good to see you’ve finally arrived. I’m sure I don’t need to waste my time briefing you on the situation at hand, do I?” The seadweller raises a harsh brow, tapping his cane to the floor in obvious impatience.

“Not at all, Sir. I read the report on the way, with permission from General Havlok to take as long as required.”

He studies you, perhaps bothered that he can’t see most of your face to scrutinize your expression for not being respectful enough, given the eyepatch and mask you wear. “I give you free rein of the main floor to investigate and find the culprit as you must. If, for whatever reason, you require access to another floor, my Lieutenant will see to you and handle it from there. I expect this dealt with in the next two hours or less, cusp-blood.”

“Just for you, Captain, I’ll have it done in one.” He may not know you’ve got a smarmy little smirk on your face, or that you would’ve winked there as you give your ‘to attention’ salute, but you know, and that’s what really matters here.

After getting that asshole off your back, you don’t waste a second before you’re turning toward the fresh scent of blood, slipping your mask down as your nose twitches and you head towards it. You’re careful to listen for any footsteps or other noises following after you, but hear nothing besides your own boots hitting the floor.

This isn’t a scent you’ve encountered in some time, you think, puzzling over what it could be, when the scent of something distinctly unfamiliar clouds up the mix in your head. This is peculiar, it wouldn’t match up with the killer's profile at all, as far as you know. This drives your curiosity ever higher, and you walk quickly and with purpose… until you come to the end of a series of shoebox-style rooms for the military grunts and reach a… repurposed supply room?

You lean close to the door, listening in, but only hear a grunt and the creaking of a bed. Perhaps an isolated soldier with some kind of odd illness? Why the blood? Why no medical staff nearby? You can’t help it, you know you’d be able to track the murderer down in 20 minutes tops, so you have some time to spare.

With that, you raise a gloved hand to knock gently on the door and speak only loud enough to hopefully be heard by whoever’s inside. “Hey in there, I’m here under your captain's orders. My name is Odarem Mortis, may I come in?”

There’s a long pause where you wonder if they even heard you, until a rasped voice answers you, hesitant confusion lacing their tone. “What…? You... no, leave me alone...”

You’re really not one to push, but your curiosity and concern for this individual push you to ask once more. “Are you sure..? I won’t pry, but I’d just like to check and see if you’re alright, if I can. I won’t cause you trouble, swear on my last good eye.” Shifting your weight slightly from foot to foot, you await their answer through another pause.

“There is nothing to check…”

As the voice trails off, you’re readying yourself to respect the refusal when the voice interrupts your line of thought.

“But you may come in if you really wish to…”

You open the door slowly, your other hand up in the air passively as the tired-sounding stranger comes into view. The shade of violet he possesses immediately ticks your box for a likely mutant, and your gaze gets a little more sympathetic than it already was. You can’t help but note the dried blood on his clothing, that you must’ve caught the scent of to lead you here. He looks at you warily for a moment before hanging his head, as though hoping to avoid any judgement and conversation.

Still, you can’t help but want to converse with him, shutting the door and moving away from it so he doesn’t feel trapped by any chance. “Are you hurt?” you ask softly, trying to be forthright and genuine, to hopefully ease that heavy tension you can tell sits in his whole body like a rock.

His fins flick, but you can’t tell if that’s good or bad yet. “I have no injuries…” The violet refuses to look at you as he answers.

Cautiously, you approach to sit on the far end of his bed and he tenses, though he relaxes a bit more when you don’t make any further movements.

“Can I ask about the source of the blood?”

Immediately his fins flatten and his head turns a little further away from you, indicating that this was the wrong question, so you quickly supply more to follow it up, “You don’t have to tell me anything, your privacy is your own… it would be nice to know your name though, if you’re feeling adventurous?” Your tone is playful at the tail end; non-threatening.

Something about your response eases a lot of the tension he was holding, and he finally turns to look at you, even if his body language remains closed and curled in on itself.

“Seifer…”

The seadweller, Seifer as he’s told you now, studies you- though unlike his captain, his gaze is like that of a prey animal rather than a bored predator. You feel a bit of pain in your chest at whatever put this man in such a state, though instead of showing that, you smile at him brightly. “Nice to meet you, Seifer. I’m Odarem, though you probably heard that through the door already.”

Seifer gives an affirmative sound, eyeing you with a bit of curious interest of his own now as you continue.

“I’m here on work, so I can’t stay long, but… did you want some company? I’ve got half an hour to do something other than my job, give or take, and you seem like you’d be good to chat with. Handsome too, if it’s not overly forward of me to say.” The smile on your face remains relaxed and easy, keeping the pressure as low as possible.

At the compliment to his obviously disheveled appearance, he blushes, fins twitching again. You note that the twitch is probably a positive sign at this point.

“I… y-you can stay, if you would really like, but… I cannot promise I’m good company.”

“I think you’ve done a fine job of it so far, Seif, I’m already having a nice time. And well, you seem like you could use some good company, yeah?”

There’s some hard-to-read look in his ringed eyes like he’s almost in disbelief at how kind you’ve been. He leans slightly closer in your direction, though you suspect it to be subconsciously. You can’t help but wonder if the fact he let you nickname him so quickly and is no longer moving away from you means anything… is he that starved for kindness here? You suppose that you shouldn’t be surprised, given the state you found him in, and the fact he doesn’t even have a proper room- along with the sour attitude his commanding captain wears.

Cautiously you reach a hand forward, stopping when you see him stiffen a bit, though not fully retracting your reach. “Apologies, I should ask… You seem tense, is all. It isn’t my place to ask you why-- though given this place I don’t blame you.”

He seems put at ease by your casual insult to the ship, though, and he doesn’t lean away from you, so you press a little more. “I can loosen up those knots in your shoulders if you’d like. Might make the place a little more bearable? And don’t worry, I’ve got a degree in easing tension.” You joke, keeping it light.

Seifer fiddles with his necklace as he seems to consider your offer, another slight blush dusting the tips of his ears behind his fins, though you’re not sure exactly which part of your words prompted this. 

“Go… go ahead,” Seifer mumbles, looking away from you, but not moving as you shift closer now, slightly behind and beside him on the bed and lifting your hands to hover over his shoulders.

“I’m going to place my hands on you now, just a heads up, Seif.”

He makes a low, appreciative grunt of acknowledgment, and you gently place your hands down on his shoulders, easing into pressing your thumbs into the muscle to work them loose. A little bit of time passes as you feel him melt beneath your hands, giving sounds of approval when you break the tension spots up.

You lean forward to ask him how he’s feeling, right as he seems to turn his head to say something to you, and you nearly bump foreheads as both he and you still. Seifer looks a bit wide-eyed from what you think must be out of surprise until his face darkens with blush once more.

Speaking without thinking too much you ask, “Can I kiss you? I’d be gentle.”

Violet fins flutter even harder than they had before, though this time they remain more upright. Your question seems to do nothing to assuage his blush, though he appears too stunned to answer, so you speak again. “You can say no, of course. If that went too far, I can back off--”

“N... no, I--” He seems surprised by his own sudden protest, eyes glancing downward as he forces out the rest “Please do…”

You smile softly, brushing his lip with your thumb to catch his attention. “Of course.” And when he looks up, you kiss him gently.

[asitrita]

Måneskin has so many songs with a semi-obssessive-yet-completely-devoted-Law x Rosi vibe to them, I just can't stop listening to them. I'm most specifically thinking about Mammamia, I Wanna Be Your Slave, Read Your Diary, and The Driver.

[sysig]

Rosawatts, from memory (Patreon)

[cherrykitkat]

For the 'guess something about me' thing imma guess............

Stealth is your second favourite Thorpe coaster

False actually! It's Nemesis Inferno

[perenlop]

for a romhack thats supposedly about darkrai, eots is reallyyyyyyyy obsessed with chatot. it also reallyyyyyyyy hates chatot.

[dravidious]

You're more amazing than sickness

Lost Caverns of Ixalan is coming out on Arena tomorrow and I've avoided looking up any spoilers, aside from a few individual cards I stumbled across that didn't have any reminder text, so I have no idea what the new mechanics are. I looked up a list of the NAMES of the mechanics on the mtg fandom wiki, and I decided to make mechanics based on those names to see how close I get and also because it's fun.

Also I made this card for the descend mechanic at first but I didn't like the mechanic. How dare WotC make such a parasitic mechanic, they should really hire better designers smh. Also I realized that craft would probably be more interesting with artifacts that have tap abilities.

[crystal-verse]

@wanderer-of-light please know that every time i see your nice tags i go "!!!" and gain +4 spoons for art. take this quick doodle of vastha and k'pheli, because i like to think they'd be friends and also i am shy but am willing to Art

[inverse-problem]

lmao can't believe I forgot that people will just take jokes to their obvious conclusion here and also that not everyone is used to just being able to walk 2 minutes from where they live and stand beside an active construction site (this is re: my robot sex construction site joke post lol). I mean obv lots of people are also joking but I sure hope people don't think I'm literally recommending people to just wander onto a random construction site. because uh, don't do that. stay outside the barricades, they're up there for a reason

for context there's so much construction where I live that I walk right beside at least 2 active construction sites on my way to work. because I live in a densely built-up city area, it's literally impossible to avoid. obviously I stay outside the barricades and I do not linger if they're doing something loud because I value my hearing. but sometimes I get to see cool shit like when they use an excavator with a drill attachment, or when a crane lifts something big up onto a skyscraper, or when there's a huge hole in the ground, etc. it's cool when you gradually see a building go up in a place you pass by regularly and then suddenly there's just a building there. that catches me by surprise sometimes

there was one year where I was woken up every weekday at 7 am by the noise of reversing trucks and the like because there was a large active construction site directly beside where I lived. now for a few years there's been a construction site directly beside where I live, but thankfully on a different side of the block, so at least that one isn't audible to me when it would be bothersome lol. so anyway I guess what I'm saying is if you want to hear construction noise then try to visit your nearest moderately-large or larger city (if there's one in your area) because then you can walk by plenty of construction sites (safely outside of whatever barricades they've set up, for fuck's sake). or just watch some videos online