fuck man like i gotta rant for a bit. im trying to remain hopeful but the future for us "casual" artists seems so bleak rn. ai is stealing fucking everything and i dont know what incentive there is from like people with actual power to stop them. i heard they can generate speedpaints now?? jesus fucking christ. its just. from the beginning of my art ""career"" (literally when i was like 6yrs old) i was always pressured into finding a way to make this kind of thing profitable. abd it always killed my creative drive. now that im like a lil older i do kinda wanna start selling some of this; in my own way. and i've found a way to do that! - art comms!! but just as i finally find the will to do this kind of thing, ai comes in and now im back to being nervous abt posting my art again. idk man it just sucks... like even on here which is basically the only platform i feel comfortable posting in, i'm not 100% protected from all that bullshit. in fact tumblr is literally like partnering wtih some ai shit now. and its just. im so tired. i just want to be able to post my art and share the things i make like ive always wanted to but was too nervous about like counts and shit like that to actually do it. i dunno. im tired!!!
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man have you ever been in the middle of watching a show and you end up pausing for some reason and now, YEARS later, you want to pick it back up again, but you cannot for the LIFE of you remember what season you last left off on, but you don't want to start from the beginning bc you KNOW you made it through a big enough chunk of it and you don't want to rewatch?
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The Daily Inconveniences of an Au Ra: Beds
Keshet was halfway convince that Eorzean beds were actually Au Ra torture devices. He twisted, trying to find a position that even remotely resembled comfort, before giving up with a heavy sigh. It promised to be another long night, and he was sure to wake up with a half dozen kinks in his muscles in the morning. He swore he ended up more sore from sleeping in these damned beds than from all the battles he fought daily.
The hard mattress meant he couldn't sleep on his back, because the spikes on his tail either dug into the bed and ruined it if it was soft enough, or else drove themselves back in his flesh in a screaming fit of pain if it was more solid. Of course, laying on your tail was not comfortable at the best of times, so even if he didn't care about the state of the bed when he was done with it, sleeping on his back was still most uncomfortable.
Yet he couldn't sleep on his side either, as he'd seen other races do, because of his horns. Even if he could somehow balance his head on the rounded edge of one, the reverberations of the pillow against it as he shifted in the night would keep him awake. Which was to say nothing of the horrible angle his neck would have to be at to facilitate such a position. Sleeping suspended from the ceiling was likely to be less painful than that.
He encountered a very similar problem if he tried to sleep on his stomach. The jut of his horns drove into the pillow, piercing through and preventing him from pressing his face into it -- and he was still left with a kink in his neck from the extra length.
So no, unless he were to suddenly become a master contortionist, there was no comfortable way to sleep in an Eorzean bed. And that wasn't even taking into account the fact that unless he was in a region with a high enough Roegadyn population, his feet were like to hang off the end, sometimes all the way up to his knees. Perhaps he should just be grateful that no city in Eorzea catered particularly to Lalafell.
Groaning in displeasure, he finally gave up trying to find a comfortable position and just dragged the blanket and pillow from the mattress, wrapping himself in the in his best approximation of a Steppe bed. There wasn't enough fabric to make a decent nest, but if he sat mostly upright and leaned against the wall, at least he wouldn't be awoken every ten minutes by sharp pains shooting down his spine. Hoping he wouldn't wake up sore but knowing better, he shut his eyes and tried desperately not to think of the comforts of home.
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Prior to sending the ask I was just guessing what matrophobia meant based on the root words but I looked it up after and went ohhhh and then you confirmed that extra dimension to it and I went OHHHHH
I think that gets to the heart of what I've been thinking about, that bittersweetness, because despite his best efforts... of course he could never end up anything like Yoko, but he still ended up with an abusive "household." Because in addition to Masato ending up how he did, he has to see those same situations play out, feel that same tension in the air between Jo and Ichi, over and over for almost a decade straight.
Like, in a way, he's forced to put himself in Toshio's shoes when that happens. He can't really get through to Jo, in the same way Toshio can't get through to Yoko, but he can try to step in before lasting damage is done, and he can try to make it bearable for his son. You know. Have a nice talk. Treat him to Peking duck. I'm SO normal about the (drawn-out) parallels of those scenes
So then with Jo... he kind of does become his father, even if he never wanted to (no one wants to), both through his ruinous neglect of Masato at birth and through how he comes to look at discipline and corporal punishment. I'm sure it's not lost on him in Masato's case (owww), but with Ichi, it's not like he has any reason to see him as his son... But How Far Can That Take You.
Because it's like, at the start, he was openly beating Ichi in front of Arakawa and not letting up much when Arakawa intervened. But then you have The Yubitsume Scene and Arakawa walking in on All That and... he looks sorry. Sorry for being caught, probably, but sorry nonetheless. Like... what changed between then and now... have you two had a Heartfelt Conversation... do you know where Arakawa got that scar... are you unable to change your "nature" even then...
Side note bro your SHOE is the size of his TORSO I promise you do not need to kick him with all the strength you've got like what the hell is this 😭😭😭
BUT ALL THAT ASIDE thank you so much for delving into the symbolism! Wonderful read. I don't really have an eye for symbolism, so that makes it all the more enjoyable to revisit the comic and everything with what you've gone into. I think a lot of your experiences resonate with mine, so conversely I'm not sure what others would take away from it, BUT I think there's enough there that's so insightful and evocative that it's effective without personal experience. I don't think there's anything I could add, so. Yeah. For once I am happy to sit back and take it all in... On that note, definitely looking forward to your next comic!
AUUUGH YEAAAH YEAHEYA HYEAH THAT EXACTLY OUUUGH OWIEE OWW.....
that's literally it though. like no extra notes. except The Obligatory Few i dont think it was an accident that arakawa is set up as the beginning of the game's 'protagonist' and planting that 'troubled family' taste first thing in our mind. i remember how i felt when i first saw arakawa walk in on jo and ichi and then arakawa taking ichi out for dinner i was just like🧍♂️Girl No The Cycle.... It's Continuing...... //screams// LIKE UGH IT WAS SO GOOD BUT ALSO OWWW STOPPP and then on the REPLAY it just hurts more cause with the added context to jo's character its like Oh No...... You're Your Father's Son....
and youre right: jo doesn't have an implicit reason to see how he treats ichi is wrong, hence he similarly doesnt have any reason to stop- not unless arakawa intervenes of course (and i will stand outside my window thinking of the possibility arakawa ever did try to have A Conversation with jo... arms folded behind my back and all like Man™️....)
oh but yeah, absolutely no problem ! im lowkey of an egotist so i do like to talk bout the stuff i make. More In Depth (though thats obvious considering the fuckin essays in the tags i always leave ☠️☠️) gerjlgaELKjg. so i was happy to explain ♪(´▽`) !! what i like about symbolism is that it can be intentional or not, and the fun is always finding it just by chance. i cant explain it properly, but i just think its a neat 'seasoning' of sorts to drawings (❁´◡`❁)
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Honestly it might be for the best that I can’t do polls rn, because I sure as hell would make you’ll choose my masters for me
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