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pov you visit club galactic
context: my bf adores giacomo so we have a crack au about all the teams being nightclubs that giacomo visits to guest dj. club galactic has industrial atmosphere with heavy use of lights. it's very popualr with young, queer club kids. cyrus is the owner and dj of club galactic. saturn, jupiter, and mars are his biggest fans who always dance at the front and bring their dj water bottles and towels for after the show.
no context for the gummy vitamins.
#galactic grunt#team galactic#pkmn#pokemon#my art#sorry#more context than needed for funny image#giacomo is shocked to find out the serious club owner he booked the gig with is actually the clubs beloved dj#dj cyrus does seamless transitions between songs#his set up is superb from all his tinkering#he remixes edgy gay songs#lady gaga's replay...#there are scary rave visuals of giratina#after a show cyrus is like âthis is my favourite part of the night...â and giacomo's like â...when theres no music??â âyea.â#anyway just a club full of queer nerds#lol lotta tags
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Making Incorrect H:SR Quotes Until I Run Out of (hopefully) Original Ideas - Pt. 3 - Random Screenshot Edition
[Pt. 1] [Pt. 2] [Pt. 4] [Pt. 5] [Pt. 6]
#hsr spoilers#hsr#honkai star rail#hsr textpost#hsr incorrect quotes#honkai star rail memes#hsr memes#honkai star rail meme#hsr meme#stelle#hsr trailblazer#boothill#jingliu#bailu#dan heng#blade#kafka#jing yuan#yanqing#dr ratio#aventurine#sunday#ough so many character tags. what a mess of a post. as always i sure do hope none of these have been done before!#anyways i've once again spent too long on these and can't tell if they're actually funny anymore but oh well i'm still postin' em#i've once again struggled and done my best to make good ID's in the alt text but i still don't know if they're done right aaaaa#also realized while doing so that i forgot to put Jingliu's face over the tumblr post's icon but i'm not fixing it now! just pretend i did#i don't believe i'll make any more like these bc it's harder than you'd think to find the exact images/screenshots to fit with the posts#but these were most of the ones that i felt needed the extra context anyways. now i'll return to my usual lower-effort edits#oh god also ignore how the sandpit one is flipped. i had to do that to get them on the right sides to match the messages đ
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#i have. so many images i have yet to share and theyre overwhelming me. so you get to help me decide what to prioritize#probably everything i post is going to be funny but there are some that are ONLY funny and not the others. like the illustrated shitposts#fluffy doesnt mean romantic necessarily. but it could be#raunchy stuff is gonna be the hardest to post obviously. but i guess i wanna see who's interested anyway (mostly zilara and viviakou lol)#and again#probably everything i post is a little depressing esp given the context. but some is sadder than the rest. ch4 fans unite#now that theres no more hw for the semester i can ramp up production on boba au again... but i need serotonin from notes to keep me going#Hence This Poll
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I canât imagine how confusing wanting to be hurt for sexual reasons would be for John after everything XD it would have to be very slow, but once he got the hang of it and after many reassurances, they would have a blast.
Ohhh my god ok ok listen I'll explain everything as I write it but...let's just say he will not like it at first-
Reader: gn reader (no genitals described)
Warnings: nsfw, masochism, John gets very worried but ends up very horny, John can be interpreted as dominant or submissive (I believe in Switch Doe Supremacy)
Image link: how are y'all? Tell me about your day
ă��John Doe x Masochist You!âă
- Sex with John usually is pretty vanilla, because John doesn't know exactly how humans prefer sex and also because he's afraid of giving into his desires and hurting you in the process. So you could imagine they were extremely confused and surprised to say the least when they found out that's actually what you wanted!
- Whether you asked him to do something pretty kinky or even just something small like giving you a hickey, their reaction would be the same; completely stopping and just staring at you with the widest "what the fuck??" eyes possible.
- "...my dear- I thought humans didn't- like to be hurt-??? Why would you want me to hurt you???-"
- On their shirt (yes in this scenario the shirt stays on because I think it's funny) it's just a bunch of ???
- Even if you tried to explain it to them they'd still be extremely confused. I hope you don't mind the mood being ruined by him asking a bunch of questions because honestly he'd be too confused and worried to continue until they entirely understand.
- John would be trying to just process the fact that even after everything he's done to accidentally hurt and even kill you, you still want them to hurt you? But in a different way? Honestly they really wouldn't get it and would be apologizing for not being able to understand.
- You'd have to start out slow for him to get warmed up to it, like just gentle bites on the shoulder or something along those lines. John would tell you to tell him if it hurts too much, they still don't want it to go too far. Honestly they'd be really nervous about it, arms around your waist as he gently does as you ask.
- Your reactions are what get them to start liking it. If you moan or whimper, maybe move against them a bit, that's when their world opens up. Seeing you enjoy him giving in to his less than gentle nature, even if it's a little bit at a time...oh, it'd start to drive him wild.
- The more you beg him to keep going, the more you urge them on to do more things, to go harder, the quicker John starts to feel the adrenaline rush. You liked this- you liked their form of love, the form he tried taming to protect you. In this context, you even loved it. And you wanted more- oh, he'll fucking give you more.
- They'll start getting rough as you continue, maniacally giggling to themselves as they start to do everything they've been holding back to protect you. He'd get a little drunk on it honestly, seeing you enjoy it so much. It makes them want to see the full extent of your pleasure. They want to see you at your climax, begging or even demanding for him to please, please never stop.
- You'll be completely covered in marks by the time you both are through with each other. Of course John still exercised restraint, and if you asked them to stop they wouldn't even hesitate, but seeing the aftermath of his love decorating your skin, even if it's slight...good lord, it makes him absolutely smitten.
- Oh by the way John gives the fucking BEST aftercare this side of The Uncanny Valley, they are absolutely giving you everything you need. Snacks, a bath, anything you requested would be there in seconds flat. Anything to show you the love you want and need. But it really does make them happy seeing you enjoy a form of love he's more familiar with giving.
#normal headcanons!#john doe visual novel#john doe x you#john doe x reader#john doe#john doe smut#kind of#house hunted game#house hunted visual novel#f/o#f/o community#f/o imagines#imagine your f/o#gn reader#gn reader smut
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Ep 8 Thoughts and Details Part 2
Some thoughts and details I had while watching ep8, and some parallels I found. And yes, I had to split this into 2 parts because Tumblr said "fack you, you can only upload 30 images :P"
Spoilers, duh
Didn't see part 1? Here it is, cause Tumblr doesn't like more than 30 images per post TwT
OMG YOU SILLY GOOBERS, AND THE WAY UZI INCLUDED V DESPITE V NOT EVEN WANTING TO BE PART OF IT TwT
As much as this entire scene was tense about Uzi eating the AS and becoming fused with it- this frame, this facking frame killed me XD Just the D: WHAT ARE YOU DOING- WHY DID YOU DO THAT- I could hear it clearly XD
Could probably be me looking too far into it, but another call back from Liam's first teaser of Murder Drones.
As many people as I have seen being upset with how this reunion turned out to be, I found it adorable and funny. Khan has no idea what that thing even is. And the fact that Nori isn't as cool and serious as she was made out to be in all of the flashback scenes and ep7 is that much more endearing. The angsty side of her is still there, much like Uzi's personality of not really liking close heart to heart moments.
KHAN IS NARUTO RUNNING???? XD
Originally pointed out by @/observer on twitter and absolute scoliosis lives on XD As well as the T-rex stance <:3
God forbid I love this trio. They've been through so much and still came out victorious after fighting a whole ass eldritch being capable of eating planets. V still V but softer and kinder, N still N but more willing to stand up for himself, and Uzi still Uzi and angsty rebellious teen that has an awesome new eye style and friends and family.
"Forget about all of this instantly, get tunnel visioned on spooky corpse robot reveal. Work backwards from there."
You know, I had a silly thought. I wouldn't even be mad that this is how Murder Drones came to be. That Liam's idea of Murder Drones started with the reveal of Cynessa entity and then worked backwards from there- creating the characters to surround the event instead of starting with say Uzi's personality, etc.
VIZZY MY BELOVED WHAT-
You know what... you know WHAT I SAW THIS SOMEWHERE-
Proceeds to connect the dots that aren't even there (Murder Drones Intermission by @/ghoulinfuschia)
But hey, that's what my brain loves to do. But funny how it turned out to be somewhat similar XD Perhaps the context was different but the fact that my brain said "hm, yes, you connect this here and that there." and I just rolled with it TwT
Overall, I genuinely loved the entire episode and, of course, the series. I'm eternally grateful for Liam creating this masterpiece and for every person that took part in creating Murder Drones. This show was the hyperfixation I needed, the thing that I've craved since being in the fandom that I had been for the longest time prior. I'm sad to see this show end so soon, but all great things must come to an end. And I'm glad I was here to see it, even if I was here since ep6 only TwT Either way, I will be haunting this fandom with my presence for a little longer while. Many projects I want to see happen, comics I wish to share, and friends I wish to meet. Until then, see you later >:P
Have a cookie for making it this far XD đŞ
#murder drones#glitch productions#serial designation n#uzi doorman#murder drones uzi#murder drones n#md uzi doorman#murder drones serial designation n#md uzi#md n#n md#murder drones nuzi#murder drones v#murder drones j#md j#md serial designation n#serial designation j#serial designation v#murder drones lizzy#murder drones thad#khan doorman#murder drones nori#nuzi#absolute solver#murder drones absolute solver#murder drones details#bluginkgo's rambles/theories#murder drones cyn#md cyn#murder drones sentinels
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Shidou Ryuusei â Taming Demons
PAIRING: Shidou Ryuusei/Reader WORD COUNT: 7.6k TYPE: Humor, Roommates, Romantic frenemies WARNING(S): Threats of violence, canon-typical football derangement, there's a cockroach (and it's not shidou đ°)
Itâs on a decent day that Sae meets you and Shidou. The weather is mild without any clouds to obscure the sky, the wind is nothing more than a pleasant breeze, birds are chirping, and most importantly there are no ugly and irrelevant middle-aged men from the JFA to bother him with their whining or otherwise offend his senses.
Too bad heâs on the way to some secret deprivation tank in Ego Jinpachiâs football-themed basement to appreciate any of this.
Heâd been ballsier than usual, all things considered, which is an impressive accomplishment since his default setting is audacious. Yeah, saying he wants one striker and then demanding two is a little much even for him, but heâs not going to leave a stray behind. Thatâd be a waste.
Itâs not like Ego didnât try to warn him, showing him actual footage to review like this was evidence he needed to present in court while making a case.
In the first clip, Rin was calling you lukewarm (there was really no context beyond this), to which you looked at him like you didnât even know who he was and said, âPeons should only speak to me while looking at my feet, so do that or exercise your right to remain silent,â and it made Rin so incredulous that he actually didnât respond.
Then Shidou appeared to have found this funny because he came running into view at mach speed laughing his ass off, just to shove the soles of his cleaves in Rinâs face and say, âLick my feet, Rin-Rin!â
Predictably this turned into some kind of scuffle (to Saeâs bemusement, Rin was losing), and then you joined in because apparently Shidou was ��copying you,â and when you accused him of that he became super offended, and at some point the video cut off.
Fine, Sae thought. Whatever.
The second one was ominously titled âThe_[L/n]_Disaster.wmv,â and it was cut out from the match this whole saga revolved around. It was normal for a while until you â for no discernible reason â fell down to your knees, pulled an⌠unsettling expression, screamed like a banshee and said, âIâm so bored! Iâm gonna die!â before stealing the ball and shooting it into your own teamâs net.
Understandably the field fell into an uproar, and some of your teammates straight up threatened to kill you.
âWho the hell do you think you are???â
You sat down like a petulant child, crossed your arms even. Everyone was too busy holding back their bloodlust so as to not pummel you into the ground and get a hundred red cards to make sense of your behavior.
⌠Honestly? A little weird, but nothing the Itoshi Sae canât work with.
And then there was the last video, which was also the lengthiest. Whoever edited it had too much time on their hands. It was like a full-fledged movie with a romantic subplot (between Shidou and the ball or maybe his abstract interpretations of the act of playing football), conflict (the half hour long montage of him fighting everyone, overlayed with shitty dubstep music), and even a climax (in the literary sense).
Also strange, but not enough to put off Sae. After seeing all of this, though, he wondered if Rin managed to make at least one friend, but quickly squashed the thought. Not like he cares.
The final attachment was completely innocuous, an overview of your abilities and progress in Blue Lock, and both of you had unflattering pictures in your files. Egoâs underlying question of Do you know what youâre getting yourself into? still translated.
Youâre not lumps of talent or whatever. Itâs more like youâre diamonds buried in a deep pit of shit that no one even wants, but at the mental image of himself digging through feces, Sae disregards the metaphor.
If Egoâs idea for an ideal striker is a raging megalomaniac, well. He sure knows how to pick them.
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Electrocuted like an inmate in a movie running into the fence while trying to break out of jail, muzzled like some kind of idiot dog that doesnât know not to bite people, strapped down in a fucking straitjacket, what did Shidou ever do to deserve this? Humiliated, and not in the sexy way.
To think of all of these punishments, the most cruel one is still your company.
Just watching you is exhausting him, maybe even more so because he canât stand up and restrain your annoying ass to make you stop screaming and rolling around and kicking and hitting and whatever (all things he believes are within his right and not yours, since youâre doing them in a way that is so not fun). He swears heâs never been tired before, but right now he has no energy, and heâs not even doing anything. You have to be some special new species of leech.
Thatâd be kinda hot now that he thinks about it, if youâd like⌠attach to him and suck out his blood. But for now he needs to stay focused.
Prior to your freak-out â heâs not even sure what youâre mad about â you had to write âI wonât score in my own goal next timeâ all over the walls because apparently âif you act like a child, youâll get treated like one,â but you gave up not even half-way through and broke the marker after declaring youâre going to kill Ego.
âI think you need to be in a straitjacket, not me,â he says with a sly grin as if this whole situation is amusing. He does share your killing Ego sentiments, though, but youâre easy to tease. Despite his fatigue from the predicament, he is still dedicated to being an irritating piece of shit.
âI wish I was!â you say.
What?
You drag your hands down your face, stretching the skin. âIâm going to gouge my eyes out!â Then thereâs some more facial expressions of mental anguish before you perk up after his words properly register in your head. âOh, youâre so worthless and perverse, but this is actually a great idea. We should switch,â you say pleasantly.
âWorthless? Câmon, didnât you watch while I was playing?â
You undo the muzzle so heâs the slightest bit grateful to you until you say, âMeh.â
Youâre being disingenuous here and one of Shidouâs principles is real recognizes real, so even this is enough to piss him off, but then again there was also the other questionable and embarrassing thing you did. âIf footballâs a source of life, then youâre like a miscarriage. Or an abortion.â
âWhat! Why?â
Wow, you are such an infuriating and confusing hypocrite. He needs to take you out on a date some time. ââCause the only one who should get to shoot in your goal is⌠me.â
Your eye twitches, face scrunching to the left like a black hole is sucking in all of your features. He looks so happy with himself that you want him to die. âShidou Ryuusei-â
âNot the full government name!â he cries out with fake dismay.
â-if you say something like this to me again, Iâm gonna dismember you.â
âI donât know what youâre talking about.â There is a shit-eating grin of a man who knows exactly what youâre talking about on his face. A slight blush, even, but it points towards elation, not embarrassment. âAnd thereâs nothing in here you can do that with.â
âThe room has walls.â
âDonât saaaay things like that,â he sings. âNot when Iâm all tied up like a lunatic.â
What does he mean by this?
Youâre not even making progress with unhooking the straitjacket since there isnât much wiggle room between Shidouâs back and the weird stand thing, but Ego shocks you through the bodysuit to dissuade you from any further attempts. This time, when you slip on the floor, itâs not your fault. After a few pitiful twitches, you say, âThatâs it. Iâm gonna die.â
???
âI was beautiful.â You pose while still on the floor. âPlease make up some cool last words for me. For my tombstone.â
âYou went from killing Four Eyes to killing me to then killing yourself. Amazing range,â says Shidou with a whistle, once again acting like the situation is funny.
He watches you try to break your neck by forcing it in unnatural positions using your hands for a bit until the effort proves to be anatomically impossible. Long hours lie ahead of him.
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Sae has been eavesdropping in front of the door for at least twenty minutes to assess the situation before walking in. Thereâd been blood-curdling screams, heavy sounds of thrashing (apparently you were trying to run up to the ceiling and kept falling down and throwing tantrums, which Shidou, again, found hilarious, but all it gave Sae was a migraine from having to listen to the commotion), and five arguments that never concluded because you two couldnât stay on topic. Many expletives and creative death threats flew through the air.
It occurs to him for the first time that trying to control the two most selfish strikers on the roster is ambitious. You both operate on an incomprehensible level of egotism, with you acting like your teammates are unimpressive circus acts and Shidouâs tendency to play as if heâs a sole soldier on a mission to bludgeon everyone else on the field. Small fry who donât take gambles like this here and there, though, arenât worth anything.
âI love watchinâ people squirm and all, but not like this. Can you do something more exciting?â
âWhatâs gonna be exciting is the sight of your nail beds while I rip them off one by one.â
The sound of an exaggerated yawn. âYour fake threats arenât stirring me at all. Look at me, Iâm so bored. So bored and pathetic and restrained and please, I need a more refreshing view.â
Thereâs one last, grander thud. âIâm done,â you declare.
⌠Nothing, for a bit.
âYou look so cute and harmless like this. Makes me wanna squeeze your neck till your eyes pop out.â
You donât dignify that comment with a response.
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This latest development is detrimental to your relationship with Itoshi Sae. Not that you have any kind of relationship with him besides striking up the U-20 deal, but youâve been dating him in your head ever since you saw him play on TV a few years ago. Youâre contemplating mentally breaking up with him for good. Thatâs how serious of an offense youâre dealing with.
Itâs like you donât even know me, Sae, you cry, though you donât commit to speaking it out loud. Heâs not even here to hear your bitchfest, anyway, so you settle for throwing your minimalistic bag of belongings on one of the beds with as much hate as possible.
Shidou waves at you from the other side of the room like you didnât arrive at this complex in the same car, and like you didnât spend eight hours in the punishment room together. Your scowl is really, really ugly, wrinkling your skin. Seriously, sharing an apartment is one thing, but the same room? The same toilet? There is no one you tolerate enough in the world for this bullshit.
After sorting through your belongings and doing a good job at ignoring whatever Shidou is saying, you step out and head towards the kitchen and rummage through the fridge and the pantry. Itâs a little strange that youâre no longer in Blue Lock for the time being. You can go eat at a restaurant if you want to, but you find that Saeâs team has been gracious enough to leave some supplies to last a couple of days.
Shidou trails after you like an unwanted shadow. You examine everything one last time before grabbing a protein bar and taking a seat at the table, leaving you with the view of Shidou grabbing whatever he can before he dumps it all on the counter and opens the blender. You frown in confusion. âWhatâre you doing?â
âCooking,â he says in a tone which suggests he finds you stupid for not understanding that at first glance.
âYou canât put raw meat in the fucking blender.â
âYeah, I can.â He rips two packages with different spices and dumps them in. âLook, thereâs even seasoning.â And then he shoves in a cucumber and an unpeeled banana.
You lunge towards him, cradling the blender, your snack forgotten. âYouâre gonna get food poisoning, moron.â
âThen how come Iâve never had it before???â Shidou tries to take a hold of it again, wrenching it out of your hands before a game of tug-of-war ensues.
There is no way heâs serious. This must be some elaborate way for him to troll you. Your struggle for the blender, however, is more intense than anyone wouldâve anticipated because your palms turn sweaty, with the blender slipping out once you attempt a harder yank. Shidou almost manages to save it from its imminent fate with a swipe, but his reaction is not fast enough and it shatters on the floor.
âLook at what you did.â You gesture.
âYou got in the way of my cooking! Itâs your fault.â
âWhat the hell is wrong with you? Were you raised in a cave? A mountain? I will destroy you if I see you âcookingâ in my presence again.â
He rolls his eyes and mimes a blabbering mouth with his hand as if to say yap, yap, yap. You resist the urge to reach out and break at least one of his fingers.
With a huff, you stomp your way to the bathroom in search of a broom and dustpan to get rid of the glass shards, the rest of Shidouâs arguments about why a steak shake is âgourmetâ and âexoticâ falling on deaf ears. Youâre also trying to think of a good place to throw away the pieces because youâre so not telling Itoshi Sae you broke his rent-a-blender.
You return to the sight of Shidou finishing up your abandoned protein bar while trying to pick up glass shards between his toes.
âStop that. What if you hurt yourself?! Seriously, whatâs your deal?â You narrow your eyes at him while he blows a raspberry at you and the realization of his thievery hits you. âHey, spit that out.â
Shidou smiles and throws the shard â yeah, with his toes â at your shins, but you ignore the action, your pre-existing rage rendering you unresponsive. âSo demanding.â He waves your protein bar, or at least whatâs left of it, in the air. âCome and take it if you want it so bad.â
âIâm not playing tag like a child when the floorâs covered in glass,â you say, despite already taking a step forward, ready to assume a stance and chase him.
You do, of course, end up playing tag like a child when the floorâs covered in glass. Your protein bar falls in the toilet. When Shidou reaches to flush it, you push him out of the way, and he pushes back, and so begins a brawl, any other concerns fading in the background.
Two hours later, you shriek out a piercing scream when you take a piss and flush without thinking.
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You wake up to weird yelling. This is atypical since youâre usually the one who causes commotion. You laze around in bed, taking it as noise from your dream, until your consciousness clears and during your first moment being awake, you swear to make whoeverâs responsible for this regret it. Through bleary eyes, you observe the room, and find the bed opposite of yours empty.
You slog your way out to brush your teeth, but the racket grows louder, and you identify the source as the balcony. Without thinking, you head there to scold Shidou, abandoning your previous task.
âCytolysis!â What the hell is he even on about? âOoh, and arteries!â Seriously.
âDouchebag, you woke me up. Stop screaming so early or Iâll- Why are you naked?!â
âYou were really talking for that long before you noticedâŚ?â
âCover up,â you say, disregarding his indirect call out of how much you love your own voice, to the point you stop noticing your surroundings once you get going in a spiel. âWhat if you get arrested for public indecency? It could ruin your life.â
âI canât sunbathe if Iâm wearing clothes,â Shidou says.
âYou literally can.â
âYeah, if I want an uneven tan.â He rolls his eyes as if youâre being unreasonable for expecting him not to randomly be in the nude. You really donât know how maintaining a tan is more urgent than avoiding the charge you brought up, but you donât bother questioning him any further. âListen, youâre not ruining this for me. I havenât been able to do my morning routine for weeks!â
âWhat, so you couldnât do it in front of the others, but you can do it in front of me? Iâm way too dignified for⌠the sight of you. Right now and in general.â
âSnobby-chan, you canât be for real. There wasn't any sun there.â
âYou really are shameless, arenât you?â
He shrugs, looking at his nails in disinterest. âShame is just a shackle that gets in the way of my freedom.â
Your eye twitches, and your scowling is causing some tightness in your face, primarily in your forehead. Donât try to make it philosophical now!
âUgh,â you say, figuring youâre way too speechless to offer anything more constructive. âStep foot in front of me like this when youâre done and Iâm going to boil you in a cauldron, you hear?â
âYeah, yeah, sure. Whatever you say, Prude-chan. Just donât interrupt me again.â
âCall me by a nickname again and Iâll peel you with the peeler from the kitchen.â
Instead of replying, he sends you a kiss and a wink.
After some incredulous and judgmental staring, you slam the door shut, not putting much thought into the force of it. It rattles and the frame separates from the jamb, leaving it crooked and awkward. You fall to your knees on the floor and start crying â like, really bawling and torturing your throat with your wails of turmoil â and trying to shred your scalp with your nails. Shidou spares a moment from the bullshit he calls his âmorning routineâ to laugh.
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You emerge from your nap looking like youâve been through the seventh circle of hell in Danteâs Inferno. It was to compensate for your early wake up. Now you stand in front of the mirror, finally brushing your teeth.
Shidou waltzes in not much later, at least wearing a shirt and shorts. He shoves you aside with the unceremonious command, âMove,â before leaning over the sink and pulling out eyeliner, trying to get in a good position.
You forget to yell at him, since you become fascinated by him when you see him put it close to his face with a look of concentration. Is he going to stab his eye out? This is so exciting.
⌠Shidou starts applying it over his lower lashline. You frown at the anticlimactic follow up. Itâs pretty bizarre to be living with him like this, though.
Making your way around, you spit out the foam then rinse before moving on with the rest of your business. He slathers his hands in too much hair gel before beginning to work on shaping it into the ridiculous style he usually wears it in. This seems like an excruciatingly long and wasteful process.
You ask, âSo you do this every day?â
âI thought âcause of earlier that you donât know what a morning routine is, but are you really just gonna confirm it like that? Youâre too easy.â
You almost make the mature decision to leave and do something else (maybe read a wikiHow article about how to fix doors), but Shidou proves to be too tempting of a target when he stands there, scrutinizing you with an almost feline expression as you pass by him. Twisting one of the loose strands on his head around your finger, you pull him down to eye-level, and he lets you, looking amused. âIâm gonna grab you by your stupid antennae and throw you out of the window.â
Instead of answering, Shidou backs away and flicks the one you werenât holding. You tilt your head in confusion, not understanding what heâs doing. âMy receptors are sensing bullshit.â
You scratch your chin in fake contemplation. âYou know, you act kinda weird and you have this wild look going on⌠but deep down youâre just a lame biology nerd.â
âMe, weird?! Iâm not taking that from you,â he says in mock offense.
âWhat?â you ask, in astonishment at his nerve to bring you up. âThereâs nothing weird about me.â
Your genuine confusion is making Shidou assume you live in a parallel universe.
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It wouldâve been your third day of surviving on protein bars â Shidou keeps referring to this as âyour faultâ because you âbroke the blenderâ (objectively it was a collaborative effort, from your perspective he is to blame) as if the blender is a cooking utensil â so youâre heading to some cheap place to eat.
âI canât believe theyâre benching us,â you say through grit teeth. The complaint serves as a distraction from your grumbling stomach.
âBut the fight was pretty fun,â Shidou adds optimistically, looking extra cheerful.
Just the thought of it is making you want to shrivel up and die, but then again, there are many things which make you feel this way. âThat was so embarrassing. I hope Sae didnât see⌠If he did, Iâll commit seppuku during practice tomorrow.â The last statement is a promise you make with solemn seriousness.
He most definitely saw since you had a loud meltdown before you joined Shidou in attacking everyone, but instead of bringing this to your attention, he says, âIs that guy a big deal or something? You like him a lot.â
His accusation isnât presumptuous in the slightest. The one time he got an accidental glance of your lock screen, the picture was a close-up of Itoshi Saeâs unimpressed face with a conspicuous placement of the gettyimages trademark covering a fourth of his forehead.
âWhat?â You raise an eyebrow. Shidou expects you to freak out again and scream in denial, but all you ask is, âDonât you know who he is?â
He shrugs.
âHeâs a genius! And really handsome, too. I love watching him play,â you swoon, caressing your cheeks. âHeâs like a prince. A football prince⌠The best kind of prince.â
âIâll see what heâs about during the game,â says Shidou with a grin as if heâs the professional player renowned for his skills all over the world, and Sae is some random guy. But you donât think heâs trying to be arrogant. Thereâs this inane kind of excitement about him, like he hopes what you said is true because he wants to experience it.
âHey, Shidou. What was your life like before Blue Lock?â
You canât help being curious. Are his parents negligent or something? No sane adults would let their kid develop the habit of screaming random shit while naked every morning. You hate to admit it, but youâre concerned about him.
âNo use thinkinâ about boring stuff like that.â
Makes sense heâd be a live in the moment type of person. âYeah, youâre right. I guess dwelling on the past is pretty peasant-like.â
You smile at each other in agreement, though youâre on the same page for reasons so different, someone might wonder how youâre even managing a civil conversation.
___
âWhatâre you doing?â Shidou asks, resting his foot on the corner of the coffee table with his phone in hand, scrolling.
On the other end of the couch, youâre slouching and balancing a few cards from the deck you stumbled on while looking for tools to fix the door with. Youâve learned an important lesson: chisels and pry bars donât just lie around rented apartments, waiting for someone to use them.
âIâm turning over a new leaf, so Iâve decided to rediscover patience and peace,â you say with a close-eyed smile.
The load of bullshit you uttered fuels some curiosity in Shidou, so he peeks at you over his phone case. This fake ass smile doesnât suit you at all. You look like you donât have a soul.
He slides closer to you inch by inch, moving his leg with himself, until he is close enough for you to see what heâs doing in your peripheral vision. Not about to let him ruin your hard work, you swat away his foot with the back of your hand, but the quick movement upsets the three pyramids and the card on top of them, sending them all toppling down.
Shidou cheers when you flip the table.
___
Youâre lazing around on your bed when Shidou struts up to you with a triumphant aura. âYâknow that little problem we had? I solved it,â he announces.
You perk up, eyes shining. âYouâre gonna stop screaming every morning?â You donât even care about him being naked anymore. His ritual interrupts your sleep so often that itâs affecting your mood tracker, always starting the day off with an angry swearing red emoji.
âNo, I meant the sink.â
True. You avoid making eye contact with it since itâs overflowing. In a technical sense, you know how to wash them, so itâs not incompetence thatâs driving you to allow this to go on. But itâd be an act of subservience since Shidou also throws his dirty dishes in there, and youâre not going to do his chores. You will make him understand whoâs the bigwig here, even if you have to eat without a plate by the end of this lesson youâre teaching him.
He continues, âYouâre pretending you donât like waking up to my angelic voice now?â Then clears his throat, not leaving you any time to reassure him youâre not faking your distaste for his idiocy.
You interrupt him and cut off the fifth tone deaf âla.â âSo, you finally washed them?â
âWhat?â Shidou asks, raising his eyebrows like your assumption is nonsensical. âI threw them off the balcony. Now there arenât any more of âem to get dirty.â
He looks so proud of himself â while also clearly realizing youâre on the brink of a breakdown, if his manic grin is anything to go by â and you want to puke. Theatrically, you roll off and fall, hoping to hit your head and get a life-threatening concussion, but for better or for worse, nothing of the sort happens.
You can imagine him aiming at people with forks from above.
When you remain still for a while, Shidou nudges you like one might do to fresh roadkill with a long stick from a safe distance. âYou there? Are you hibernating or something? Blink twice if you died.â
___
Your recovery lasts several hours, during which you do nothing but lie on the floor.
Once out of your stupor, you head to the kitchen to mourn your loss (not of the dishes, but for your inability to get Shidou to do them), perhaps to gaze out of the window with a wistful sadness in your eyes. It takes you a few morose steps to realize theyâre there, intact. Clean. You blink.
You can be so stupid sometimes.
___
A cockroach crawls out from behind the mirror. You back away, startled by the sudden movement, not realizing what it is youâre seeing at first glance. The real horror starts when you recognize the creature in front of you and shriek in alarm. When it doesnât produce the desired result, you cave in and yell, âShidou!â
âDâyou want toilet paper?â he asks, his tone way too casual in comparison to yours. You could be dying in here, kidnapped and tortured by the Cockroach King, and youâre convinced Shidou would not give a shit.
âNo! Just come in.â
He does. With a roll under his armpit. And then he does nothing to help.
You point at the wall, your index finger accusatory. It hasnât moved to hide yet, so at least you donât have to be paranoid about its whereabouts.
âYou just strike me as the type of person whoâd tell someone to wipe your ass,â he says irrelevantly.
âKill it!!!â Youâre glossing over his apparent willingness to do just that. But your anger dissolves into panic when your imagination comes up with all sorts of alternatives that have you clutching your scalp. It could give birth. Maybe youâd have to be the godparents, babysitting every Saturday.
âPretentious-chan is not so big and bad anymore.â Shidou pouts, as if disappointed, then grabs it with his bare hand and examines it, making a big deal out of doing so, squinting his eye while widening the other. The insect is squirming in his hold.
âBro, get rid of it! What if it escapes?!â
He takes a step forward, beaming at you, which you read as a warning sign preceding sinister intentions. Though you want to back away, youâre already standing by the sink, the front digging deeper into your skin. You think to reach out and push him away, but it puts you at risk of coming in contact with it if he lets it loose on accident⌠or on purpose.
Very slowly, he brings it closer and closer to your face. Your chin is retracting into your neck while you lean back to the best of your ability, and itâs straining your muscles, making you clench your teeth out of both fear and disgust.
âThe others call me a cockroach,â Shidou says. âAre we twinning?â
âStop.â
âCâmon, do we look alike?â He has the audacity to smile, looking all innocent.
One of the antennas almost brushes against your nose. Your brows pinch together, and youâre reaching levels of facial tension you havenât experienced before, which is impressive considering how many mood swings you flip through on a daily basis.
âDude, get it away from me,â you beg, borderline crying.
It seems to click in Shidouâs head that this is more serious than your usual tantrums, and he hates to think heâs made you upset on a substantial level, scrambling to crush the roach and flush it away.
You relax from your âafraid turtleâ position, straightening your posture to glare at him. Shidou looks at you like a kicked puppy. Even though he knows you donât have mercy for excuses â valid or invalid â he takes a crack at the worst one. âIt was a joke.â
If looks could kill.
âIâm sorry.â
His mumbling is quite pathetic and therefore almost unable to reach your ears (this phrase isnât really a part of his vocabulary, so it comes out like a foreign tongue twister), but after you make sense of what he said, your lips settle into a phony smile.
âI think itâs unfair the others call you an insect,â you say. âI mean, theyâre animals, but you make the conscious decision to be a piece of shit.â
âIâm sooooorry,â he says, this time with more confidence, and tries to catch you in a hug. As if.
âWash your hands, freak.â
âOh, right. I almost forgot about touching it already. Oops!â
You massage the bridge of your nose. Heâs hopeless.
___
This noon, Shidou is preparing you a salad. You guess itâs a bit lacking, but you only have the tomatoes and the cucumbers and a block of cheese left. Youâve mostly been ignoring him since yesterday and he took matters into his own hands when he realized you were willing to starve over this. The protein bars ran out too, which is a shame since you love throwing them in as a side dish to your cooking.
Shidou liked the spaghetti. There wasnât any sauce, so he suggested you grate protein bars over it, and you almost vomited after you tasted it. But at least one of you was happy.
You glance at him, mulling over whether you should continue being mad or not. Your wrath doesnât seem effective on him, so you might need to switch strategies. Though you abandon the train of thought once you see how heâs gripping the knife like a toddler, cutting the vegetables and humming some annoying tune, so you rise from your seat and approach him. âYouâre gonna hack your fingers off.â
âHuh?â
âIâll show you.â You make a âgimme thatâ gesture and hope it translates well enough.
Instead of passing it over, a gleeful expression takes over his face, and the sight of it disturbs you, since this is how you know heâs about to do something stupid. Your hunch proves correct when Shidou wraps his arms around your waist and lifts you in the air, looking up at you like you hung the moon or some shit, full of wonder. Usually, youâd appreciate people showing you due respect, but you have other concerns right now.
âThe knifeâs still in your hands, you fucking idiot,â you screech, squeezing his shoulder in alarm. What if he stabs you in the back, on some Julius Caesar shit?
âYouâre so mean, but you still worry about me the most out of everyone,â he says, all but shoving his head against your neck, his nose poking your collarbone.
âRELEASE ME.â
You fall on your ass when he does. Shidouâs smile does not slip at the sound of you grunting in pain.
âYouâre dangerous,â you say.
âFor your heart, Iâm assuming.â
âYeah. I have high blood pressure, so.â
âOh,â he says.
You pat yourself to brush off imaginary dust and make a big stink out of it, with downturned lips and aggressive motions. Then you ask, âWere you for real?â
âIâm pretty straight-forward,â he tells you as if it suffices.
Again, you hate to admit it, but you feel bad for him, if he perceives you as the one who cares about him the most. After all, youâre not all that kind to him.
___
âAre you awake?â Shidou asks the night before the match.
âNo,â you say, continuing to scroll through your phone.
âOk, listen. Do we share equal power in the relationship?â
âWhat?â
âDo we: A. work as a team or D. you get angry when I try to make decisions without you???â
âFirst of all,â you frown, âwhat the hell are you talking about? Second of all, why are you going from option A straight to option D?! Itâs upsetting my balance.â
âIâm trying to see if youâre toxic, so Iâm taking this relationship quiz,â he says before pressing something.
There might be some sensitive sort of nerve in your temple which is jumping out right now. âIâm not your lover.â
âYeah, I know,â Shidou agrees while continuing to do whatever he is doing, not even bothering to conceal it. âI just wanna see.â Then, after more tapping, he lets out a performative gasp. âThe quiz is saying youâre a red flag!â
âShut up.â You throw your pillow at him, though they donât spend much time together since he flings it back almost immediately. âYou are, too.â
âIs it meant to beâŚ?â
âGood night.â
âI thought you were already sleeping,â he lies with a facetious smile on his face. âRed flag, red flag!â
___
Shidou almost breaks out into a sprint, but you pull him back with a handful of his jersey, almost tripping him. âLetâs make a more nonchalant entrance,â you say, even if you donât need to go out together.
âHuh, why? I wanna go out and play already,â he says, seemingly annoyed, though he does slow down to match your pace, shoving his hands in the sides of his pants from the lack of pockets.
You ignore the action and reply, âWell, I belong on the field and itâs natural Iâll be showing up, so thereâs no reason to be too excited about it.â
âWhat a load of bullshit,â Shidou says, amused. âAre you any good when youâre shooting in the opponentâs net?â
âGuess you need to give me a good show. Otherwise, I start misbehaving when Iâm bored.â
âYou donât need to worry about that at all!â Shidou swings an arm around your shoulder with a grin which seems a bit too elated. âJust keep your eyes on me and Iâll get you all excited.â
Youâre about to retort with something about how you really doubt it, but grow preoccupied with blowing a kiss at the audience who doesnât even know who you are. In this moment, Shidou realizes youâre some momentous kind of knobhead. Itâs rare heâs the voice of reason, but youâve given him a few opportunities to act as such the last few weeks.
___
Though Shidou already scored once, youâve been stuck on defense the whole time, or getting marked by that pesky guy Isagi. You grit your teeth. Heâs trying to piss you the fuck off and you know it. He wants you to lose your marbles so you become a liability.
If you have to be honest, you always think of everyone else on the field as an obstacle, even your teammates. You cannot name a point in time when this hasnât been the case. In high school, you had the best scoring ability on your team, but messed up a lot and couldnât synergize with the rest of them, and youâd get benched more often than not. And it always drove you crazy how your replacement couldnât play to save his life, but somehow he was preferable.
Hell, you donât even like playing most times. Your skin is always itching, giving you this familiar feeling that youâre about to burst into a pile of angry, gory entrails. Everyone else always calls these episodes tantrums or⌠or other synonymous words, youâre not good with words, but to you, it really feels like Armageddon when you get upset.
You mostly had fun practicing by yourself, kicking the ball on and on, running down the river for hours. It was liberating in a way, with no incompetent midfielder to tell you where you can and canât shoot from, or missing the spot youâre trying to go for because your plans donât match, or everyone telling you that you donât fit in, or any people at all. Itâs one big pain in the ass, playing football, but youâre so obsessed with it.
Shidouâs second goal snaps you out of this mulling you were doing. You blink in begrudging amazement. Itâs like he took flight, or ascended, or something else dramatic of that nature.
The desire to score and steal the attention from him overwhelms you.
You donât have to be the one whoâs dancing out of sync anymore, if everyoneâs going in your tempo. If Itoshi Sae doesnât mind passing to these bad, bad spots you love so much, you can move freely just like Shidou.
When the ball goes back in play, you stay back and observe for a moment, before diagonally sprinting across the field.
âHi,â you greet Sendou, before swiping it away from him and kicking it overhead all the way back to your sideâs penalty area.
He stares at you in a mix of incredulity and irritation. âWeâre on the same team!â
âAces who canât score donât get to question me, okay?â
âYou-â
But youâre already running again, continuing the zigzag pattern.
Aiku â who miraculously secures the ball and passes to Sae after your movements put everyone else on the field in disarray â hollers in half amusement, âWhere the hell do you think youâre shooting?â
All this stupid fucking noise. âWinningâ and âlosing,â âheroesâ and âvillains,â âsensibleâ and âirrational,â everyone else always lets these plebeian concepts constrain them. Is it such a crime you donât want to let anyone chain you down?
Sae passes the ball with you back and forth while you cut across the pitch, closing in, confusing and slipping past the defenders with your flitting and nonsensical dribbling. Karasu tries to intercept you, so you kick the ball to Shidou on the opposite wing with Reo breathing down his neck.
He has no choice, but to kick it a few paces ahead of you, where you arrive after shaking off Karasu by jumping around him during the shoulder-to-shoulder tackle.
âYa move like a dumbass.â
âItâs really not fair when I have to give it back to you,â Shidou joins in on the yelling. By the expression heâs making, you canât tell if heâs angry or excited. âTease!â
Youâre approaching the goal line, with Blue Lockâs side focusing on blocking you and limiting Saeâs courses. Oh, you can tell heâs gonna give you a really nasty one, so you canât help but pass it back to him, hoping he can assist you in brute forcing your way through the rabble. Everyone is more or less floundering all the way to the left, drawn to your madness.
Itâs kind of sadistic when he has you scrambling for the ball right in the middle of all this mess â unidentified limbs and bodies reaching for it at the same time. You jump and mime a kicking motion before trapping it, lobbing it over your head, then twisting your body in mid-air, viciously striking it into the net with your nondominant foot, right through the clear path where no one is guarding.
âA crazy feint in mid-air?! Against all logic, U-20âs [L/n] [Y/n] secures the goal!â
You land on your back with your legs shooting up in the air. You see Isagi hovering near Shidou, who was wide open. He mustâve been predicting you to give it up. He was reacting to you?
The audience is screaming my name⌠But right now, Iâm just kind of happy to be playing with everyone.
Huh. Itâs kind of like youâre practicing by the river again.
___
Sae knows you donât need much provocation to blow a fuse.
What he doesnât expect is for you to also be very easy to please.
He also feels like a really big, smelly, juicy slab of meat with two hyenas breathing down his neck, what with Shidou jumping on his back and babbling about something and you taking his hands in yours before kneeling and proclaiming, âPlease marry me.â
What the hell?
He wretches his fingers out of your hold, leaving you in the same position since youâre apparently too delusional to stop, huge smile on your face and all despite the rejection. Then he throws Shidou to the ground.
The phone number would cost three points. Sae isnât sure how much matrimony is worth.
Shidou averts his interest to you, leaving Sae as the witness to whatever embarrassment is about to occur. He grabs you and forces you to stand up.
âYour explosion was the freakiest Iâve seen yet. Ka-boom!â
Is this supposed to be a compliment?
âAre you kidding me, your goal before that got me all fired up.â
Wow, and you, by all accounts a big-headed prick, are returning the kind(?) words.
âPretty fun, isnât it?â asks Shidou. âIâm having a blast.â
âIâm so happy and free of restraints, itâs like Iâm on acid. No, something stronger. Ecstasy! DMT! PCP! Meth! Feeling this good should be against the rules! They should suspend me for doping!â
âYou get me,â Shidou says in astonishment, parting his mouth in surprise. âYou totally get me! Itâs not something that makes sense! Itâs a sensation! A state of existence! Letâs stay in symbiosis forever!â
What the fuck is going on.
You intertwine your fingers with his and proceed to dance by spinning around each other in a circle like some freaks. Sae steps out of earshot inch by inch, fleeing the scene.
___
Youâre gathering your things from the apartment since you and Shidou need to leave tonight. You spent two hours trying to DIY fix the balcony door again, but the endeavor was unproductive. For him, the most time-consuming task was retrieving all his products from the bathroom.
âYou know, youâre so much fun when youâre in a good mood,â Shidou says, probably still thinking about the match, even though your team didnât end up winning.
âHey, Shidou. Do you remember that weird thing you said?â
âWhat thing?â
God, of course he doesnât register the shit he spews as abnormal. You roll your eyes. ââLetâs stay in symbiosis forever.â Did you mean it?â
âI already told your demented ass Iâm pretty straight-forward. I donât say things just to say them! Get it through your head. Lip service is lame.â You frown and let out a noncommittal hum in response, which makes Shidou nudge you then poke you in the face until you respond. âWhatâs the matter? Youâre not hitting me or screaming, so must be something bad.â
âIâm⌠Iâm alone a lot, and I mean alone, not lonely, donât get it twisted, so this is a big promise. Weâll have to make a blood pact over it if youâre serious.â
âHm? Okay.â
âWhat, really? Just like that?â
âMake it the promise of a lifetime,â he sings, before wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you closer so youâre standing cheek-to-cheek. âYou drive my love cells wild.â
The stare you scrutinize him with is one of abject horror.
âCome on, say something.â He starts poking you â this time in the ribs â when you donât respond for a long time, but his grin settles into a thin line as if heâs possibly afraid he mightâve put you off.
You elbow him in the stomach, which distracts him from the jabbing he was doing, and then your demeanor switches entirely because you smile, point up your index finger and declare, âYou know what? I like how enthusiastic you are about me. Letâs get married.â
Shidou bursts out laughing and this is apparently amusing enough for him to forget the way you shoved him back. âYouâre kinda intense.â
âMe? Intense? And you arenât?â
âNah, Iâm pretty chill.â
How youâre both this self-unaware, no one will ever know.
___
y/n to sae: Me and my boyfriend saw u from across the bar and we really like your vibe
#blue lock x reader#bllk x reader#bllk x you#shidou ryuusei x reader#shidou x reader#blue lock x you
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i am sick to bastard fucking death of shofarsogood (tw for anti arabism and islamophobia) (& a guest appearance of a klansman for some fucking reason)
i think this post is a little funny, and i will give you the context to see why
ID: A post by @xclowniex, reblogged by @shofarsogood:
âI really need goyim to listen to the whole "if 9 people sit at a table and then one nazi sits at that table and no one tried to remove the nazi, then there are 10 nazis at the table"
I have lost my entire irl friend group due to antisemitism, and whilst correlation doesn't equal causation, so im not saying anything as 100% fact, however there is mad correlation between levels of being antisemitic and closeness with a specific person.
I can't be bothered to turn it into a physcial graph but in my head, oo babie is it a strong graphâ
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(first of all lol. lmao.)
ID: @xclowniex reblogged @the-catboy-minyan:
@goatfactsofficial:
A screenshot of a 4chan comment saying âI see you've fall for the old Jewish trick of using evidence to make a pointâ
@goatfactsofficial:
âliterally the pro-pal crowd for the last 298 daysâ
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letâs be clear, @shofarsogood is mutuals with @prismatic-bell
ID: @shofarsogood reblogged @prismatic-bell
@badjokesbyjeff:
(the post has been cut off for brevity)
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(badjokesbyjeff cameo, naturally)
(I could insert screenshots of prismatic-bell reblogging from shofarsogood but that feels redundant. go scroll both their blogs for a single minute youâll find more than enough proof)
we should all be familiar with prismatic-bell at this point, but hereâs a quick reminder
ID: Post by @prismatic-bell, dated 13 may 2021:
"Free Palestine" IS an antisemitic statement.
It comes with the idea that Palestinians are the only people who have an ancient homeland here, and that Jews are to blame for "taking it over." When they destroyed our temple and put a mosque right on top of it! And then they claim we don't belong there!
"Free Palestine" is a shorthand way of saying you hate Jews. Because it ignores history and, almost without variation, is used as an excuse for antisemitic crimes.â
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(google dot com what were muslims doing in the year 70CE) (also i have endless examples of prismatic bell saying the most fucked up shit. xe has never-stop-posting disease and it would be literally impossible to miss what kind of person xe is)
ID: post by @prismatic-bell:
âYou know what?
Fuck Ramadan.
Sorry. We were attacked, raped, murdered, beaten, and kidnapped on a major Jewish holiday, and our Chanukkah was spent in misery. I was threatened for playing Chanukkah music IN MY OWN CAR.
So FUCK Ramadan. If this is how our holidays are treated, y'all can feel the same.â
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like. there are so many âdonât call me zionistâ people who follow and interact with shofarsogood. i donât think you get to find yourself offended by people calling you a zionist if this is who you are mutuals with, & therefore mutuals-in-law with @prismatic-bell and @spot-the-antisemitism.
also second cameo of @the-catboy-minyan
ID: @shofarsogood reblogged @spot-the-antisemitism:
@the-catboy-minyan:
âdude I should have replied to every donation ask I got while having "proud Israeli Jew" on my blog to show people how these are bots that send asks randomly. you think Gazans are gonna come to a (((zionist))) for money? Imao.â
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ID: @spot-the-antisemitism reblogged @shofarsogood. End ID
let me introduce @spot-the-antisemitism
ID: @spot-the-antisemitism reblogged a post by @the-garbanzo-annex-jr:
A badly cropped image. On the left is a photo of protesters protecting their identities with Palestinian keffiyeh and masks. On the right is a photo of a klansman in a hood. The text on the image reads:
âIf your ideology requires that you cover your face⌠âŚmaybe you need a new ideology.â
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these guysâ whole entire deal is cherry picking examples of people being antisemitic and using that to try and delegitimise the whole antizionist & pro Palestine movement through some attempt of âguilt by associationâ. all while freely and guiltlessly associating with people like @some-israeli-guy
ID: @spot-the-antisemitism reblogged from @some-israeli-guy. End ID
this fucking guy
ID: @some-israeli-guy:
âThey started a war to wipe out the Jews, they spread lies of rape and torture to demonize the Jews, and when their people ran away in fear and their militaries lost, they had the nerve to call is "the disaster" and act like innocent victims.â
#israel #palestine #no peace with nazis #palestine is a death cult #palestinian hypocrisy #antisemitism
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like what do you even say to that.
a lot of this checking blog stuff i learned to do when it was much more common for cryptoterfs to be prowling around these parts. cryptoterfs wonât say transphobic slurs and they wonât openly advocate for the death of all transfems and forceful detransition of all transmascs, but they have no qualms about following people who do, while they avoid reblogging anything hateful enough that will get them easily clocked as radfems or terfs. hell, maybe they donât even personally believe those things, maybe theyâre trying to âsee both sides of thingsâ. maybe they donât care at all and follow those blogs for entirely unrelated things and thatâs why they wonât reblog any of the hate speech.
does it matter?
at the end of the day, whatever their internal motivations may be, they donât disagree enough with the absolutely horrendous levels of transmisogyny and transphobia to see it as a dealbreaker
parallels parallels parallels
speaking of which, the way these people blog also mirrors the way that many radfems will blog. we all know the style, the âdig up some fucking joe nobody transgender person saying something stupid or lesbophobic/misogynistic & use that to paint the whole movement in a bad lightâ
âoh but isnât that what youâre doing right now?â prismatic-bell hasnât been the bane of tumblr for years just for you to call xir a joe nobody. i could pull up a joe nobody with 3 followers who says things about palestine that i wouldnât repeat with a gun to my head, but thatâs not what this is about
this is about some incredibly popular blogs on here that are either violently hateful towards palestinians, or they are mutuals with those people and donât see that as enough of a problem to even unfollow let alone block & denounce them.
anyway i canât link links in the original post but i have a lot of receipts reblogged to @disgustingechoes feel free to have a peruse if you are unconvinced
#shofarsogood#prismatic-bell#spot-the-antisemitism#the-catboy-minyan#xclowniex#some-israeli-guy#goatfactsofficial#the-garbanzo-annex-jr#anti arabism#islamophobia
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How long does it take for you to finish drawing?
I'm an artist (beginner) and i unconsciously set unrealistic goals for myself and need a reminder of how long it takes to complete a drawing, Thanks.
Hi! In the context you presented it in, that is a really interesting question, so I'll try to approach it thoroughly. I hope I won't make you roll your eyes too much.
Where to start, where to start... I guess the first thing I should say is that there is a difference between time I spend preforming the action of <drawing>, and the time I spent <working> on a particular piece. The first would be counted in hours, the second one - days. I'm a big believer in slowing things down, and giving things time - going through options, gathering research and references, taking breaks every 1h of sitting and drawing - and seeing things through until I achieve the goal I set at the beginning of the process.
The goals are usually different each time: "quick design", "character exploration", "analysis of an artist's linework and experimenting with the knowledge gained", "creating an aesthetically pleasing image", and so on and so forth. Of course I don't write these down like it's a school assignment, but knowing in the back of my head what I'm actually doing helps me manage my expectations. I also enjoy being conscious of why I create - when I was younger regardless of what I was doing I had the thought "AND IT MUST LOOK GOOD AND PRESENTABLE! BECAUSE PEOPLE WILL LOOK!" ...and I think that obsession is the cancer of creative process.
Since the goals for each picture are different, the time I'll spent on achieving each one will be different as well, because the "satisfactory results" lay in different places. For example, the Marcile sketchpage was created in one afternoon, and took approximately 3 hours. The goal was to play around with a brush that has no opacity forcing my lines to be more decisive. I did that and so it is "finished". There's nothing else I want from it.
On the other hand, the cover of Asterism took about 10 days to create, the goal of which was to make "an aesthetically pleasing cover picture taking colour inspiration from the works of (specific list of artists)". I took my time designing it so that it looks aesthetically pleasing, made sure the anatomy is "correct" (a nebulous statement when it comes to stylised humans), took my time masking, and picking colours, and shading. I wanted it to "look good" to my own eyes so if something was not working I would go back, change it, alter it, move it around... that's the wonderful thing about personal art, you can take as long as you like making something satisfactory.
The funny thing is, with what the Asterism cover actually is (a cellshaded image), it could have been done probably in 4 days by the me 4 years ago. But that person was willing to sit 8-10 hours a day to draw with no breaks, she had little social life, and treated herself as a little circus seal performing tricks so that people clap around her, and the clapping was soooo nice because it meant that people remembered her and she mattered. And it worked for her! For long 10 years! Until her arm gave out, and the reality of never being able to draw again became more tangible than ever, and it's been following her like a fog ever since for the past 4 years. The me today works about 4 hours a day and every hour I take about a 30 minute break. I also don't post half the stuff I draw. There is also another aspect that dictates the speed of creating and that is familiarity with the subject matter. The less you know something, the fast you'll draw it! But as you get to know the intricacies of the process, and see all the building blocks, it will start taking *longer* because you will start accounting for every block. But then you'll eventually get familiar with the blocks and so the time spent on a picture will go down again! The cool yet overwhelming thing about art is that, there are always hundreds of building blocks. Form, composition, ambient occlusion, saturation, hue, light balance, line form...... and those are just the *some* of the generalised *categories*. And each category will have it's own subsection of building blocks! And then those blocks will interact with each other to create completely new area of expertise! This is crazy! Marcille sketch page took me only 3 hours to create because I am already quite familiar with linework - I have drawn 3-4 comicbooks worth of linework. This also means I am familiar with believable anatomy, more or less, which got utilised in the Asterism cover - the main bulk of linework got created during a 3h livestream. So.... what's the answer.... "It's all relative" is so unsatisfactory and probably not what you looked for. But you can draw something in 3 days and kill your body over it. Or you can become an expert in a field and dish the same picture out effortlessly in 8 hours. You can also split that 8h block over multiple days bringing you back up to 3 days. You could even add a whole day of visual research which might make your picture only marginally better. And even if we calculate it in terms of raw working time, pen-to-paper, like a self-inflicted capitalist tumor, that time can fluctuate still due to personal visual library and knowledge base. If I asked Tom Fox how long it takes for him to create his sketch pages his answer would probably be downward of 30 minutes. Yet I need whole 3 hours to create something *less* anatomically correct than him. And so here we are at the end of this perhaps unnecessary essay. And all we learned is this: it depends. Dry, not nuanced tl;dr, my personal timings: single sketch - 30mins; single linework pic 1-2h; Cellshaded illust - 16h; Rendered illust: 20-25h.
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I may have read "I May Be Invisible, But I Still Look Good" by @dandylovesturtles again.
So I drew. Again. (Small spoilers ahead)
The first piece is a little comic adaptation from chapter 2; context is that Leo is cursed out of his body, intangible, and unable to communicate.
And well. His family doesn't know about the curse.
And Donnie's been running some tests on Leo's empty body. They're not. Coming up with good results.
Dandylovesturtles's writing is so much more impactful than what I got here, so like! If you haven't, go read their works!
The other pieces are random scenes from the rest of the fic, with some descriptions under the cut.
Image 1: colored and rendered comic adaptation of a scene from chapter 2 of "I May Be Invisible". Raph is hitting a punching bag, while Leo walks in and watches him. Raph cannot see or hear Leo. They're both upset, with Raph's knuckles splitting open and bleeding, and tears gathering in his eyes over the panels. Leo begins to sit down, as Raph stops punching, and falls to his knees, crying in earnest. Leo turns around to give Raph some privacy, and talks to Raph, who eventually curls into himself and unknowingly rolls into Leo.
Dialogue is taken from chapter 2 of "I May Be Invisible, But I Still Look Good", Leo is the only speaker, and reads as follows: "Well, the good news is, Donnie's wrong about this one." "I know it looks bad. Donnie's not wrong about that, I mean, I saw the EEG, I know it's..." "It looks bad." " But... thanks for sticking up for me in there." "Don't give up on me, big guy." "I promise I'm doing whatever I can think of to get back to you." "I wish I could talk to you. I wish I could tell you not to worry. I mean, I know you'd worry anyway, but at least you'd worry a little less." "You don't deserve this, Raph. I wanted to take some of the weight off your shoulders, but I messed it all up again. And now you're having to deal with it, just like we make you deal with everything, and I'm just... I'm so sorry." "At least, do me a favor, and talk to Dad? Or April, or ... Or someone." "Not Donnie, obviously, that could Not have gone worse. But you don't need to deal with this on your own. I hope you don't deal with this on your own..." "Sleep, big guy. I'm with you, I promise. I'm not going anywhere. "
Image 2: when your cursed brother yeets himself off an overpass and through a van's roof and the artist won't draw cars. (A partially rendered set of drawings featuring a blue, glitchy Leo falling through the roof of a moving vehicle, while an upset Mikey crouches on the roof. It's night, raining, and lights are zooming past at high speed.)
Image 3: Leo activated his ninpo after a character arc, just in time for the final battle! (Partially Rendered; a blue glitchy Leo, holding katanas solidifying from his ninpo, turns and looks over his shoulder. Behind him is a wall of pink-magenta flames being pulled up by the big bad.)
Image 4: Leo's family and friends are seeing him (image 3) for the first time in days. While also beating up some elementals. (Sketch)
Images 5-10: sketches of various scenes from the rest of the fic, except for 7, which did Not happen. But I thought would be a little funny if it had. 5 is Mikey and Donnie playing catch with the cursed amulet. 6 is Raph busting out of a dome made of rock. 7 is April accidentally letting the baseball instincts take over when being tossed the Leo ball. 8 is Raph trying to squeeze through a narrow cave passage, and Leo walking through the cave walls. 9 is Casey Sr. getting one last punch in on an elemental. And 10 is Leo looking up at his overjoyed family, once he gets back into his body.
Obviously, all credit goes to Dandylovesturtles!
#illustration#rottmnt#rise of the tmnt#rottmnt fanart#slapping some color on some sketches~ Im trying to work on like. doing comics? more sequential art. so like. yknow.#i know the dialogue is pretty small. sorry about that! im trying to find a balance between art and dialogue and i kinda. faceplanted on thi#i gotta post now or i will never stop fiddling with everythinggggg
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hey! quartlez just posted a video âclearing the grooming allegationsâ on their pasqelz channel. which i find a bit funny cause if youâre so serious about clearing your name n ppl are lying grr đĄ shouldnât it be on your main account??
they also said working on it stressed them out (poor them 𼺠/sar) so the video isnât super long
they said âOriginally had a longer video prepared but workinâ on it stressed me out too much and ended up not likinâ it later down the line so hope this one will suffice Apologizes on the wait but didn't wanna rush anythin outâ
i hope that you n everyone else affected by them are okay! đŤśđź
I'm aware of the video and have watched it, it proves nothing, disproves nothing, flat out LIES?, etc. Starting with the most blatant lie, around 6:42 I never posted her porn/Nsfw, I'm not evil and I have no reason to do so. She claims that I deleted it but I actually don't think I've deleted a SINGLE tumblr post I've made here, I've edited posts to correct spelling, censor evidence I failed to censor while rushing, etc. But I don't think I've flat out deleted any of them? After looking for a while to figure out what she was talking about I figured out the image at least, this is a flat out lie and her trying to twist the narrative. THIS is the drawing she is talking about to my knowledge.
This is obviously NOT NSFW, Suggestive at worst. She's honestly just trying to make me look bad I guess? I've never posted cropped NSFW of hers, I don't have a reason to. Additionally, just gonna point out since she has a caption at the bottom left saying she looked for the post, I have good reason to believe SHE never looked for anything according to her own words as shown here.
Screenshot was taken on the 22nd of October
This obviously isn't groundbreaking or anything crazy but it's definitely something to note since she's making this "response" based off of things her friends have told her and interpreted from posts online At around 1:11 she talks about how she "didn't want to treat Khai differently than how I acted towards any of my other friends so they didn't feel left out" and pretty much tries to justify the way she acted around her with the fact it was how Mel and I had acted to eachother and sometimes with Khai as a group. This does NOT excuse anything, despite what she believes, acting a certain way around someone or letting certain things slide that you wouldn't "normally" would be considered SPECIAL TREATMENT and isn't ok. Letting Khai in her server early is special treatment It's fucking insane that even after your friends told you not to let khai in you'd let her in anyway Additionally she mentions briefly the "shit talking" I did about her around 0:34 and shows screenshots (i'll show them below but in higher quality + more context bc she paints em in a certain way with how they're displayed
For this one I was talking about how she was treating me throughout surgery, not shit-talking to shit talk
Again, this isn't shit-talking, this is me being upset she was treating me like caca
THESE aren't shit talking either, sure they may have been rudely worded but the context of this was when kiwi, another friend, Mel, and I were all playing monopoly and Mel had been being really mean to everyone else involved and pushing everyone's boundaries (not in the "monopoly divides friendships" trope way either)
Now this one is definitely fair, it was worded quite immaturely/meanspirited but I was just being honest with Khai at the time, Mel would constantly shit-talk about Khai to me :/
#1 is fair TO AN EXTENT, she took what I'd said as some deep dark threat, I was extremely upset at the time and DID INDEED have alot of things she'd done bottled up for her, and to me it had felt extremely unfair that I'd kept shit secret and had THAT much care for her and her career to lie for her only for her not to give less of a shit about me when I needed her, additionally I was also in the middle of a long bpd episode fueled by stress, the surgery, narcotics, and general mental illness. She took this and tried to frame it as me "blackmailing" her. Not to whip out definitions but-
By definition, blackmail is basically when you hold information above someone's head as a threat to get something else either OUT of them or force them to do something for you. This was NOT blackmail, if ANYTHING it would count as a threat, but I didn't even say this directly to her so I'm just??? For that second set of screenshots I was definitely being an ass about her, but again, all of this was out of frustration of how I WAS BEING TREATED by her All in all, all of these screenshots are WILDLY cropped and get rid of other bits of context that are honestly pretty important when viewing Moving on to the next point
She mentions how the "whole grooming thing mainly comes from the Just Dance VR video I did with Khai" this is not true and you know it! I guess she's just ignoring this whole stream
ADDITIONALLY, she mentions that I "was just mad that Kai's character looked similar to voided character because they were both blue and had antenna" no, this is not why I was upset. Sure, I was uncomfortable with the two characters looking the same, and WHEN Kaia was made initially, it was during a point of time when Khai was at her peak for copying pretty much everything I'd do, down to ocs, artstyle, ways I spoke, etc. (she doesn't do this anymore so this absolutely is not to shame her <3) It made me uncomfortable knowing that Kaia was 1. based off of Iris 2. was drawn EERILY similar to how Mel drew Iris before (even to the point where when I'd ask other people to spot who's who THEY WOULD NOT BE ABLE TO TELL) 3. The character that looked like Iris was now being shipped with the EXACT SAME one she was etc. all of those together, coupled with the apparent special treatment Khai was being given made me extremely uncomfortable, and worried. My primary concern was NOT the fact Kaia looked like Iris, its the fact she was clearly being used to fill the space where Iris USED TO BE, and was using Khai as a sort of replacement for me. Next. I think its loony that Mel is complaining about people thinking she's still obsessed with her ex as if there isn't REASONS we all think this, you redesign their characters to use as your own, flat out have stolen a couple, talk about them ALL the time in private, the first thing people get to know about you is how much you fucking hate your ex, theres the whole Honest video, the shit-posts about them, etc. There's other things I'll mention at a later date once they're public additionally. She also mentions how the "characters arent even alike anymore" but they really are still the same characters but in a different font. Not to mention the fact you've recently literally stolen 2 characters (Bronze and Frostbite) which were never yours to begin with. wild At 10:47 she says she's surprised people are shocked when she vents about her EX, OFC they are. It's been what 7 years? since yall first dated, and ANOTHER 2 years for you to move on, at least publicly. People are upset you still SHOW people these vents then rant, rave, and shittalk them as if they're still here actively doing you harm, you wish DEATH upon them to this day, aswell as any other people who wrong you. There's a difference between venting to get out feelings and venting to ""cope"" with your ex not liking you anymore and then showing these vents to people around you. The fact they were your "first love" doesn't excuse anything either. "im not friends with any minors" Highly doubt this, only reason you aren't now is because they all left you Around 12:51 she touches on the fact she's shit-talked people in her server, and possibly her friends aswell. She blames this on her old friends and people around her, while this is partially true, there have been MANY instances where she was NOT influenced or told to make fun of these people, i've shown these before but I'll show them again Randomly dming me about fanart someone made, poking fun at it
Randomly dming me about fanart someone made, poking fun at it pt.2
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As you can see in these screenshots she's actively making fun of fanart just RANDOMLY, every single screenshot is from a different time aswell. so this behavior was ISOLATED and un-influenced at that moment. Pretty much everything past 14:30 is just her going on a weird ego stroking powertrip about people speaking out about her, you can SMELL the stick rammed up her ass just from her tone alone, she doesn't care, she never will. All yall praising her for this "response" are honestly pretty crazy and your standards are BELOW the floor atp, the glazing is insane âšď¸like be so so real, she doesn't even TALK in a serious manner in the video, she starts it off by YELLING Anyway this ENTIRE video was a nothingburger, she proves nothing, she disproves nothing, there's absolutely nothing new brought to to table. Just 17 minutes of excuses, lies, and "nuh uh" Also to anon, I agree 100% she should've posted this on main even if it was absolute dog water, I dont care if you're family watches your videos, the thrusting furrys and suggestive videos were fine but the one supposedly "clearing your name" was too much, awesome Sorry about the formatting being bad, I'm tired of this girl
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Okay, I need contextâ WHAT did Mikaila trace??
I think she's traced a few things. I kinda thought this was common knowledge she does this, lol.
But the example I saw was a frame of clay face from the Harly Quinn show?
I thought Essence of Thought drew this one, but maybe it was Mikaila? I don't know.
Tracing discourse is more of an art hobbiest thing. Not really something people who do it for a living worry about. The issue with tracing is that if you do it instead of learning anatomy, rendering, the design fundamentals, etc-- you're just never going to improve.
But like, if you're working as an illustrator, animator, graphic designer, concept artist, etc. You need to know these things.
Photobashing is a very useful skill when you're a professional artist. It's basically like, high skill tracing, where you're rendering directly over/incorpating reference directly into your image. Here's an example, this concept art for Resident Evil Village is photobashed, and that's pretty industry standard:
You can see the photographed elements have been integrated directly into the painted elements.
There are deadlines to be met, prints to go out, and finals to get delivered. Especially with concept art, that's just preproduction stuff, it's really not the time to lovingly render every single aspect of something you're client or project manager's going to make you redo 3 million times, if not totally scrap to go in a different direction.
Photobashing is a cheat you need to have all the skills required to render, paint or draw something properly already to do right though. You need to be able to match lighting, perspective, scale, etc. Or else you'll get fired for being incompetent and handing in something that looks like a bad photoshop job.
I wouldn't photobash while I'm painting on my own personal time because, like, why am I painting just for fun at all at that point, but. It does take longer, however.
Doing figure drawing exercises and studies are also really important to keep your abilities sharp-- it's like an art workout. Tracing or photobashing those defeats the purpose.
Honestly, I really don't care if hobbiests trace personally. If they get that they won't improve and they're okay with it, who am I to poopoo on what they do for fun?
Mikaila charges way too much for her commissions given her skill level, but. Like, you can just tell Mikaila is very limited in her abilities, so . . . You know, it's not really false advertising? It's hard to fake being a better artist than you are, lol. You'd have to be stealing art and impersonate a real artist to do that.
I think hobbiests see tracing as a sort of "stolen valor." And, yeah, it's a little funny to me if Mikaila is in her 30s and trying to hide how she does her work, but. Unless Mikay starts trying to pass someone else's work as her own to scam people, I don't give a shit, personally.
I don't want to bully here in a way I don't think is cool, but like, look at this. Look at the mismatched perspectives, anatomy and styalization. I'm kind of shocked anyone can't tell this is all traced:
#lily orchard#lily orchard critical#anti lily orchard#lily peet#lorch posting#lily orchard stuff#youtube#mikaila orchard#poke madhouse#artists on tumblr#digital art#artwork#art#eldrich lily#liquid orcard
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Hey yâall Iâm here talking about misusing alt texts again
I made a post like this a while ago, but I canât find it to reblog so Iâm just making a new one
Basically, Iâm just wanting to talk about how some people (and Iâm not talking about anyone in particular here) use the alt text feature for things that donât include image descriptions.
For anyone who doesnât know, an alt text is an accessibility tool used to give a description of an image. It benefits lots of people, including visually impaired people.
Theyâre also handy, because they can make hard to parse images more clear, or describe audio in videos for people who canât hear it, among other things.
That includes folks who just donât have their sound on, too! Also if your internet is patchy and and an image wonât load you can read an alt text to get an idea of what the image is about!
Basically, theyâre very handy!
Now, alt texts & image descriptions are an optional thing you can add to posts, and Iâm not trying to pressure people into making them! I just want to talk mainly about misusing the feature!
(Bold talk for a girl who just spend several paragraphs talking about other stuff)
Anyway, onto my main point:
What the alt text feature is not used for is adding extra commentary.
I see people just putting random things in alt texts somewhat often, and it always annoys me a bit.
By adding an alt text that isnât a description, youâre making it more unclear to people who need them.
And youâre making your commentary less easy to find by putting it in the alt text, but that doesnât really matter.
And no hate to anyone who does this! Iâm just trying to explain that itâs maybe not the best thing to do.
If anyone is interested in making image descriptions for their posts, it isnât too hard! You donât have to do anything crazy. A simple description is always better than none at all.
You can be as detailed as you like, but keep in mind that this isnât creative writing practice, so try not to get too convoluted. (With the exception of descriptions of art, because it can be much more subjective)
Youâll just want to describe the main points of the image. This may include:
-the subject(s) of the image
-text or lettering
-details relevant to the post*
-and lots of other things, depending on the context
* an example of this would be something that adds to the punchline of a joke. Like, if an image is a cat with a funny shocked expression, then youâd want to make sure to mention the catâs expression, since thatâs the important part of the image.
Instead of âa tabby cat sitting downâ youâd want to say âa tabby cat with a surprised expressionâ, if that makes sense
Anyway, thatâs all i had to say! Feel free to send me asks about this if you have questions. I will answer them to the best of my abilities :]
Also, I donât claim to be an expert on writing image descriptions, I just make them for my posts almost always
Also also, thanks for reading my long post!
#my posts#sigh#this is one thing that probably isnât a big deal but I still want to talk about#I know max two people will actually read this but thatâs whatever#accessibility#image ids#accessibility on tumblr#?#pods rants
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Hi hello and welcome people who like the fat girl vampire post!
I made it 8 years ago in response to having graduated a while earlier, as I struggled to actually get jobs with my shiny new degree.
I rarely presented femme in my life before I had to dress up for interviews, and for in-person work. I was always 'kind of terrible at it', partially because I have always been fat and that interferes with 'doing girl correctly' to a lot of our society.
Having to work as an adult likely contributes to being fatter than my previous norm, which was maintained despite walking miles between school and home, biking at college, etc.
I wrote the fat girl vampire post, thinking that the things that fat women often deal with (intersection of fatphobia and misogyny?), have to do with presence and absence. Vampires, when the trope isn't discussing class (?) also are often about presence and absence:
A fat girl is not invited to parties or events because she is pushed away from society in favor of those who are seen as just a bit more human. A vampire can't enter your house unless invited; they lack the social agency of a living person.
A fat girl is not photographed because someone does not like how she'll look in a group. Or she is covertly photographed to humiliate over how much space she takes up in public. A vampire can't be photographed because they are dead, their image can't be captured, they aren't 'there', or they do not have a soul to capture on a silver exposure plate. And yet their absence from the photograph is jarring, their 'space' they take up is obvious.
A fat girl is terrorized into avoiding mirrors, a vampire avoids mirrors.
etc.
Although I enjoy many feminine fashions and took away a lot of knowledge from that part of my life, I began experiencing a strange alienation when I would 'dress up,' as if I was in costume or in disguise. Some of this was probably due to the artificiality of it all. I only 'needed' to wear more feminine things to go to work, which is the means to an end of Get Money. But I also bought and wore things I genuinely liked, that weren't completely for the work type of costume. So that wasn't the end of it.
I reasonably considered, most women don't feel like they are assuming a form, or are in costume, when they present in public. This stuff clued me in to identifying as agender, and nonbinary. I wonder if I had been a skinny child, if I would feel the same way. Or would being given a 'full life' as a woman instead of a 'half life,' have conditioned me differently?
Because our world really doesn't know what to do with agender people, I still most frequently 'assume the form of' a woman for social reasons, and I can even enjoy it... in the way you can enjoy wearing a costume sometimes. I can't say I am no longer connected to 'womanhood' even if I definitely do not have a cisnormative relationship with it.
It's interesting to me to see that ancient post circulating now, with an artist's work attached to it. I love the artwork, and I adore the artist's work and size inclusive clothing shop. In context to my specific experience though, I find it funny that the fat girl vampire is pictured to be so effortlessly feminine in her existence. She's as close to the default as she can be and still be seen to be fat. She has 'assumed the form', too...
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scorpion in the 'buch der natur' by konrad von megenberg, alsace, c. 1440 (Stuttgart, Landesbibl., Cod. med. et phys. 2° 14, fol. 243v). interesting detail: the german text starts with the typical description of the scorpion as a snake with a pretty woman's face. over this passage, somebody added in latin: "non est ita" = "it's not like that". lmaoo. a paradigm shift. to ME
[Image ID: an arthropod with some odd tripartite mouthparts, a sort of neck raising its head from a beetle-like body, eight legs that end in pincers, a row of nodules along its back, and a fishhook-like tail. It is shown in an outdoor scene that makes it look gigantic.]
(Sorry for the delay on this. I've had deadlines keeping me busy, but they're done now and I'm trying to catch up on various things that fell by the wayside.)
Some remarkable stuff here. I absolutely love someone writing "it's not like that" over the description, and I really have to wonder (not that an answer is likely forthcoming) about the context. On one hand, the idea that someone is just straight-up (correctly) disputing the claim that a scorpion is a serpent with a woman's face is pretty funny. On the other hand, I also like the idea that this comment is meant to be juxtaposed with the illustration: "hey, I'm not sure if you've noticed, but the giant rampaging monster you've drawn here does not have a woman's face. it's not like that."
Also, I know the scale is often not meant to be representative in these illustrations, but wow that's a big scorpion. We're back to prehistoric vibes, but this time our scorpion looks more like an actual dinosaur than any other thing I can think of. I suppose that's just my only referent for an armored creature of that size. It looks like it's a serious challenge for 4-6 mid-level adventurers.
No idea what's going on with those mouthparts, also. They need to be acknowledged, but I don't know what to say about them.
Anyway, points:
Small Scuttling Beaſtie? ½, definitely looks like it scuttles but is not small in the least
Pincers? eight on the ends of its legs rather than as a separate pair of limbs, but sure, â
Exoskeleton or Shell? â
Visible Stinger? â
Limbs? 8
As for vibes, I am enjoying this one. I don't want it to be near me, but it has a certain majesty when observed from a distance. Like this:
Yeah, we're still on the dinosaur comparison. 4 / 5.
And that means that this is officially the Best Scorpion So Far, coming in at a total score of:
8.3 / 10
Our bestiary illustrator was so preoccupied with whether or not they could, they didn't stop to think if they should. (They absolutely should.)
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What are Aventurine and Dr. Ratio to each other, anyway?
Spoilers be ahead!
There are a handful of clues in their first on-screen interaction:
Ratio: Without that Aventurine stone, you're nothing more than a doomed Sigonian thrall sentenced to die by the IPC. Or is that serial number on your neck a cherished memento from the Amber Lord? Aventurine: Hah, you're funny. I'll give you that! It appears our erudite friend has done his homework.
A couple things to note. First, Ratio has dug up some info on Aventurine's background, and Aventurine was not the one who told him ("done his homework"). It seems to be their first time working closely together. Ratio has "done his homework" now and not sooner, and he has a fastidious nature: if they'd worked together before, he would've looked into Aventurine's background then. I would guess that they have met, but have not worked closely before.
And yet, they seem to speak rather familiarly with each other. Aventurine tells Ratio to look into Acheron almost casually, not like his interactions with Himeko or Trailblazer where he lays the groundwork for a debt owed, and trades on that for assistance. For his part, Ratio is his usual blunt, insulting self. "Peacock-esque". "Some idiot". I don't know what a "thrall" is but it can't be anything good. (But that's consistent for him. It's not too different from how he talks to Trailblazer.)
If this is one of their first meetings, then whereâand whenâdoes this come from?
"You don't believe me?" / "Life is a grand gamble, and I'll always be the final victor."
One thing that's always puzzled me about this image, story, whole situation: if that really is Ratio holding the gun, why does he give in? It's implied in the light cone that whatever Aventurine's asking for here, he gets his way. But isn't that odd for a fellow like Ratio, who tells you not to ask questions if you don't need the answer?
Imagine, devoid of context, that someone has tried to convince Ratio by shooting themselves 3 times. Wouldn't Ratio be unmoved and unimpressed? Wouldn't he simply say "You fool!" and walk out?
And for his part, Aventurine is no fool. One doesn't become P45 in the IPC by sheer luck. He's said to have "won a gamble against fate itself", and that doesn't happen by luck alone. He wouldn't risk his life for nothing. Either what he stood to gain (Ratio's cooperation) was worth that much. . . or he had nothing to lose. And how can losing his life be considered "nothing"?
I believe that the light cone shows when he convinced Ratio to be his technical consultant on Penacony. It goes back to "doomed Sigonian thrall sentenced to die". All along, I've been interpreting that light cone as "Look how fortune favors me". . . but that's not it at all.
It's "Without your help, I'm as good as dead." Both literally and metaphoricallyâ "My life is in your hands."
The light cone story begins with "You don't believe me?" That's why Ratio agrees. I believe you now.
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Happy Halloween! Have a book:
This is Siren's Song by @kedreeva (Hi! I asked to bind your fic months ago, sorry it took so long XD). It's an incredible Good Omens siren AU, which needs no introduction from me but it gets one anyway. It's one of the most in-character fics I've ever read, tackles a lot of the most resonant themes of the original (love in the context of aromanticism and asexuality, human labels in the context of non-human perspective), and has incredible world-building. Later parts of the fic always make me cry but they're good tears. You'll see. When I first learned that fanbinding was a thing and started looking into how to do it, this was one of the first fics I thought of. It just took me a while to learn the skills I needed before I could do it.
More pics and process talk under the cut!
So the cover up there is black faux leather and momi paper that I bought...about two years ago? And just kept on hand till I was ready to do this project. This is the first time I've worked with it and it was fairly nice, though harder to get a nice crease into than lokta or chiyogami. It felt very fragile when I was handling it but I didn't have any issues with tearing or glue bleed-through like I thought I might. It did bleed some color when I got it damp with the glue, and it took way longer to dry than normal, but once that was done it's been fine. Which is nice because I have a lot left over, so it'll probably be making many future appearances in my binds.
Look! It's rounded! I got a backing setup recently and this is my first time using it. It was Very Hard and I am not very good at it yet. But I think it looks pretty good for a first attempt, and there was really no other way to mitigate the spine swell on this one. I used a thick paper so I've got a thick book. I also tried something new with the case, though it isn't visible. Usually I make the text block and the case separately and then attach them as the last step, but for this one I actually built the case around the text. Like, boards attached to mull/tapes (sandwiched between thinner boards, with grooves cut for them so there are no bulges), then covered with momi, then leather corners and spine, then paste down the endpaper. It's got an oxford hollow, too! The tapes and mull actually wrap around the outside of the boards instead of the inside like I've done before. Endpapers are my favorite feather chiyogami. Combined with the marbled momi they make for a very opulent look, and I had just barely enough to do this. Like, down to the millimeter. I had to trim the edges and then glue the endpapers after to be sure they were right. I'm glad they were, because I didn't have a backup plan. Handmade endbands, colors picked to match the cover. Also, last note, I got the corner bits right for the first time. Measured properly, with no weird pointy bits that come out at funny angles. Very proud.
Title page and bookmark/interior shot. Did you know that some basic fonts in MS Word look different when you use a huge font size? Because I didn't until I made this title page. That's Parchment for the title, and it only gets those swirly bits around the capital letters if you take it to 26pt or higher (I used 72 here). Now I wonder if any of the other fonts have easter eggs in them like that. The ribbon is very fancy, to go along with the rich endpaper/cover combo. I think it's pretty appropriate for a mythological golden age of piracy story, as are the text ornaments:
Chapter header image, chapter end image, and section break image. It was a very image-heavy typeset. I was originally planning to only have a header and a section break, but I couldn't decide whether I liked the ships or the book/shell/feather better, and they both suited the story so well that I just went with both. Again, opulent, but I think it fits. All the images came from rawpixel, all I did was resize them.
There was a small error in the trimming process. Comes of having to calculate so closely the exact amount you can trim off, that you have to trim off so your slightly-too-small endpapers fit. I think something got misaligned when I poked the sewing holes because only the first signature is like this. The rest of the book has a more appropriately-sized margin between the page number and the edge. I got very lucky here, and I know it, and I'm never cutting it this close (lol) again. Next time we just order another sheet of chiyogami.
And that's it! I have one author's copy and one new bind in progress right now (that's taking a while because I'm learning more new stuff for it), and then I have two Christmas gift books to do, so it might be a bit before I have another book to share.
#bookbinding#fanbinding#snek makes books#good omens#fic rec#this one was months in the making#maybe years if you consider i bought the momi in 2021#long before i started working on the typeset#i love it so much though#when i was done i wanted to carry it around all day and show it to people#like a kid who wants you to put their drawing on the fridge
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