#oops! surprise unrelated rant

[hotfudgecherryrosy]

youre so sweet <3

I was able to get spaghetti and meatballs from the student center and for once it didnt leak on me as i went to my dorm. but i was so shaky i dropped half a meatball on my lucky garfield jammies :( i have a lot of things to oxiclean when i get home (the spaghetti ALWAYS leaks...)

also it was a very cool gui

I didn't get to draw any FAITH shit today and i am going through withdrawal already. I was so busy with college i didn't get to eat lunch and that went very poorly !

Don't skip lunch guys especially if u weigh all but 90 pounds. I'm going home this weekend though so hopefully i get to do things although most of my time will probably be spent cuddling my cat and trying to get sauce stains out of all my clothes.

[the-great-papyru]

i’ve been thinking about flowey’s motif. spent way too long trying to figure out his theme and then realized he already had one and it’s literally in the name

[ashestoshadows]

Reader x Hunter

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When your mother handed you down her Lucario after she got too ill, it was very hesitant… If that was the right word.

It didn't trust you and it didn't listen when you tried to command it… She received this Pokemon from one of her many different adventures and had been with her since her first. So it was no surprise that it didn't listen…

You weren't your mother and apparently her Pokemon also had the special power to "Mega Evolve," or whatever that was until she eventually had to disband it due to moving from the Kalos region where she got the blue jackal.

The jackal refused to stay by your side no matter how hard… Kind of like an overactive child- except this one would send an aura sphere not too far from your head as a warning if you tried to get too close to the male canine.

The Pokemon was very graceful and agile, and it wasn't hard to imagine your mother battling alongside this nearly maxed-out Pokemon who she grew an inseparable bond with.

After your mother passed from her illness at just the age of 36, the Pokemon grew even more untrusting and even more unwilling to cooperate than before and with the death of his original trainer it wasn't hard to imagine why…

The night of your mothers passing was hard on all of her Pokemon and you too… You didn't have much family, and whatever family you did have they were far away in other regions and trying to get to them was expensive so you had to stay with her other Pokemon who were all in mourning.

The red-eyed Pokemon broke out of the house and ran through the town causing you to run after it, still trying to properly wake up while yelling for him to wait. Or at least slow down, but he just ignored your pleas

"Hunter! Come on buddy, wait up!"

It just barely responded with a "Ruff" before it sped off quicker than before leaving you after running a wheezing and gasping mess at the brink of the forests mouth hearing Pokemon waking up and bickering with each other from being woken up by the intruder: your uncooperative Pokemon your mother handed you.

You finally gathered your bearings after getting your breath back and ventured into the forest unaware of the threats. Although, you were warned, but then again,  you are in some way still half asleep so that whole warning thing flew right through the window like common decency for your new Lucario.

You accidentally stepped on a twig alerting some very aggressive Pokemon to wake up and begin charging at you, causing you to screech in fear and nervousness causing you to do a 180 and run back to the opening of the forest; the barely dim lighting of the streetlamps reminding you of safety as your life flashed before your eyes as the birds and likely other creatures swooped and pounced atop you attacking you causing you to squirm and let out noises of pain.

You heard a loud *zwip!* like noise above your head as you got up as you heard the creatures flying off of you as you not only felt your skin bleed but you saw Hunter standing nearby eyeing your injuries an obvious hint of guilt in his eyes, obviously aware of what he just caused.

 "No, no I'm… I-I'm fine don't worry"

Yeah... He wasn't quite believing that even if he didn’t quite trust you. He quickly hooked your arm on his shoulder as he basically carried you out and back home where you promptly passed out from exhaustion when you got close to your street.

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Ashes here! I want to try writing more headcanons and that type of ✨ j a z z ✨

So expect some more in the next few weeks as I'm currently in the middle of finishing a Gallade x Reader rn. As, sadly, I haven't received any other requests for anything.

So I'll have to try and do more headcanons and improve my creativity and writing skills as my anxiety and depression have gotten worse. And unrelated to everything but I feel like the whole world has failed me in almost every way.

(Oops! Sorry for the depressing end note but... it's the truth so I might continue my rant at some other point; Hope you're having a jazzy day my peeps)

[my-otp-list]

Warning: Long ranting ahead. And somehow this reads like A True Fangirl’s Guide to Daomu Biji even though it wasn’t meant to be...

I’ve got a confession to make. Sharing this because, well, if you are reading Daomu Biji novel or watch The Lost Tomb 1 drama and you find that it’s not as good as the reviews make it to be, here is what I have to say:

On my first try of reading Daomu Biji, I actually dropped Book 1 after about 15 chapters. I got so disappointed that I even ranted to my reading buddy: “This reads like it’s written by a middle-schooler!” The horror actually made me laugh, the elements were typical and the characters seemed flat. The series has so many raving reviews and someone even claims that this is probably the most influential webnovel in China - it thus awed me that I couldn’t find anything too special about the book. In fact, I also dropped The Lost Tomb 1 drama after half of the first episode. Yupe, what went wrong indeed?

Also, confession no.2: Prior to knowing about Daomu Biji, I read a bit of Gui Chui Deng (Ghost Blows Out The Light - another popular tomb-robbing series) and watched season 1 of the drama. When I started Daomu, I kept weighing the 2 series and convinced myself that Daomu Biji paled in comparison with Gui Chui Deng - in both the novel and the drama. Oops.

Fast forward to 6 months later, I chanced upon some PingXie (Zhang Qiling/Men You Ping x Wu Xie) analyses. For some indefinable reasons, I got majorly touched by the feelings and the dedication that the fans have for PingXie. So, against the inertia to read this ‘written by a middle-schooler’ novel, I went back to the series and persevered through Book 1 and Book 2. To my utter surprise, there was only a small amount of interaction between Zhang Qiling and Wu Xie in both books. “The heck are people shipping? They don’t even talk to each other?!”, I thought often to myself.

However, curiosity got the better of me and I was determined to stay just to find out 2 things: 1) What makes the novel so popular? and 2) What makes PingXie such a huge ship?

Moving on a bit more and toward the end of Book 3, I started to get why this novel is appealing. From a series of seemingly unrelated tombs, a plethora of complex mysteries lined up and an overarching plot slowly took shape. Also, the writing improved significantly. By Book 4, I now understood that the world of Daomu is much larger than it initially seemed to be. I couldn’t stop flipping the page. “This is the definition of an epic mystery,” I finally came to the realisation. That aside, a few other things were constructed very effectively in Daomu: a) The bromance among Wu Xie, Pangzi, Zhang Qiling and a few other side characters, b) The character development of Wu Xie and c) The humanity lessons very subtlely delivered.

(Something interesting to also share: The author did not plan to be a writer in any way. He studied Business and took on writing Daomu Biji only as a fanfic to Gui Chui Deng at first - probably just for fun? That may explain why Book 1’s writing is not as strong.)

As for PingXie, oh yes my dearest PingXie. You got to be patient with this one. Their interaction, in fact, still stayed sparse almost throughout Book 1 to 4. Things only got interesting at about end of Book 4, and intensified slowly in later volumes. I think I got unknowingly infatuated with their chemistry as the journey went on. There was no fluffy conversation, no outrageous queerbaiting, no dubious subtext between these two - more like a special bond that was built up as they went through many life-and-death situations. Yes, some say their bond goes beyond romance. In the PingXie ship, the fans worship some very down-to-earth quotes between these two, among which a famous one would probably be

“Let’s go home.”

For Zhang Qiling, a wanderer that spent all his life finding his connection to this world, there wasn’t a Home. Until he met Wu Xie.

Basically, be it the novel or the drama, things will get better - so hang in there.

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Image is credited to artist finnnnnnnnnn_ @Weibo.

[sakhafa]

u ever just suddenly start missing someone that you haven’t talked to since like last year bc mood

[mf-fairy-princess]

Problematic and Proud: Instagram Artist Beebosloth

Alright, I tried posting this to Reddit but that whole website is fucked so. Tumblr is crazy toxic and I want absolutely nothing to do with this website lmao, I just know if it’s posted here, it will show up in google search results. 

Alright, so there's this artist on Instagram. Nothing new and unique there. In fact, there isn't really anything special about this particular prick at all. Rather, he more-so represents a larger cancerous growth within Instagram; entitlement, and toxicity.

I know, I know, "Hey dumbass, that's the entirety of the internet." Yeah, you're damn right it is. Does that make it any less gross? Any less pathetic? These humans are still humans, they know what they're doing.

So what exactly is Beebosloth? Unless you've come here from googling the name followed by some key-word synonyms of "problematic," you're probably unfamiliar with his presence on earth. @Beebosloth (Stan Osipov) is a pretty general artist on Instagram, pumping out at least one sketch a day; his works are namely skeletal, usually black and white, usually accompanied with an odd little strip of slogan text which rarely fits the image subject. People have gotten his works tattooed, he's almost up to 300k followers now, etc etc, he's doing alright for himself.

If there's one thing that millennials and gen-Z kids' insane internet vigilante rampages have taught us, it's that successful people can be, and often are, problematic as all hell. Beebosloth is no exception.

I had been following the artist for close to 3 years, giving him general support through likes on his posts, but also going an extra mile in standing up for him for 2 problems he had been facing repeatedly as an artist. First, due to the general popular aesthetic of his art, his works were getting reposted a lot, often without credit. There would even be imitation accounts which would post nothing but his art, essentially pretending to be him. I repeatedly took it upon myself to give them the ol' trollish finger wag, in an unlikely hope they'd better their behavior or at least let passersby know who the real artist was.

Another problem he was facing was Instagram support; (Ooh what a surprise, when has that ever happened to anyone)? The way he went on about it had us all believing that Instagram would never punish those who committed these unethical acts. And that was the entirety of the problem at first; not punishing other people who had done him wrong. He made several posts and stories complaining about this, usually enticing his followers to go out and do his bidding in this regard. Then . . there was an incident, and the first instance that really alerted me to Beebosloth's behavior.

This is a man who spends half his posts whining because he refuses to learn how internet-related copyright laws work. Even though with the sheer amount of trials and failures he's experienced, he should be an expert on them by now. A dude who claims every 5 seconds that he's getting his work stolen . . . which is why this next part is such a kicker.

I wish I could remember the time exactly, (but unfortunately I'm not pursuing a degree in problematic Instagram artists, and these details have just really just slipped my mind). It was March; I believe of this year. I scrolled through Instagram like normal, came upon a new post by beebosloth, and noticed that this one had about twice the typical amount of attention attached to it. Osipov had posted a doodle of a skeleton arm, holding up a ticket which read "1 WAY TICKET TO HELL." Pretty simple, pretty basic. And the next picture on the slide was the exact same thing, only this time, it wasn't in his style. I believe he also included screenshots of an incredibly petty argument between him and the other artist, in which she accused him of stealing the design from her. - In the caption he's ranting, he's raving, Instagram copyrighted his version and removed it. He does something else too . . . .

Now, these images are the exact damn same, I wish I could find her original work but it has really just disappeared. After what Stan Osipov does next, it wouldn't really surprise me if she deleted her Instagram to cut out the toxicity of this whole situation. And here's the most important part to consider of all of this; not beeblosloth's cruel, immature, reaction, not his history of sending his followers to spend their own personal time being terrible to other users on his behalf, this-

The artist who claimed Osipov had stolen her work- posted it first. Actually I believe she posted it a few weeks before beeblosloth ever did. And keep in mind- the only feasible difference between these two photos is the art style. They are exact same in every possible detail. Now, unfortunately, at the time I was a member of beebosloth's cult following. I really made up any possible excuse to believe that somehow, regardless of how impossible and ridiculous it would be, this girl was lying about beebosloth just ripping her off majorly. Even though- she kept the matter private, between themselves. Beebosloth was the one who posted their screenshots, made this a "let's get everyone involved and invoke the wrath of my followers" thing.

In the caption, (or maybe in a new post), Beebosloth then goes on to beckon everyone to draw this image, he starts a #drawthisinyourstyle challenge. He also, of course, incites his followers to go send hate the the original artist. I will admit I stupidly wanted to believe beebosloth was the original artist, and maybe there was some justification to him posting the screenshots, but that part, I didn't like. That was totally unnecessary, even if he was somehow telling the truth.Can we just step back and assess how insane this situation is?

Osipov casually rips off another artist

He gets caught, called out in private, and the image is removed

He reposts his imitation image, as well as the original one, the original artist's details, the screenshots from their private conversation; he tells his followers to go send hate to the original artist because she hurt his feelings by calling him out.

He starts a competition encouraging everyone to rip off her image in their own style. In turn getting dozens of results, making a considerable chunk of the Instagram art scene focus all negative attention on the original artist. "Well if I can't have it, I guess everyone can." (It's almost impossible to find left over images of the challenge, but I remember there being dozens upon dozens of submissions. I will post one I managed to find, as well as the original rip-off by beebosloth.)

And me and his other followers were totally blind to this insane, ridiculous, behavior. I find that all of my red flags that make me dislike people and their actions boil down to a very simple act: Being shitty to another human when they're not doing anything harmful. That's exactly what Osipov was doing here, and I just kind of let him convince me she was the perpetrator.

-- The remainder is an explanation of why I personally snapped out of this and realized he is just a really sleezy dude, it gets a bit petty, read at your own discretion. --

I kept following him after this for months, sending likes to those stolen general commercial T-shirt slogans slapped on a sketch of skeletons doing basic little things. And then one day a few weeks ago, an image crawled across my feed whose incredibly vague message just didn't sit right with me. The image, as you should be able to see here (if I've successfully posted it), contains a scene of someone trying to post something on instagram, and there is an error message which reads "Oops, nobody gives a shit about you or your selfies. Post anyways?"

First reaction: YIKES, who has Stanny got a vendetta against today? The username of the poster was "dumb bitch" to boot. I honestly couldn't tell if he was attempting to shame someone specific, people who just enjoy posting their selfies, women on Instagram, the message was so unclear and the caption wasn't a help to say the least. Actually the caption was . . . The only possible relation the caption could have had to the art itself, was . . . no actually I really can't find a damn thing to relate the two. It had the same weird aggressive energy as the image, but it was essentially an uncomfortable and unwanted pep-talk? No . . . what in the fresh hell would you call that caption?

Anyways, I just assumed the caption didn't really have a direct relation to the art image, as that was something he'd done before and is pretty typical on Instagram. But I still had a problem with the message of the image itself; essentially teaching people to feel bad about posting their selfies, and holding some sense of superiority to those who dare share an image of their face every so often. How incredibly boring, and my reaction posted in the images explains why this personally pissed me off. And if there I talk like someone complaining in an Instagram comment section, well . . . I wonder why.

His reaction - Oh man his reaction, you could not have killed someone's loyalty to you faster if you used their pet in your omelet. I mentioned how I was confused at the caption in the end of what I was saying, and I guess that's the part that offended him?! I haven't a clue how, but he starts in: "The fact that you don't understand leads me to believe that you are still very lost."

. . . . WHAT?! bahahaha! Where the hell did that come from?! My mouth fell agape. First of all, I didn't understand his caption for the shear fact that it was vague and unrelated to the image. Secondly, beebolsoth, where in the shit did I say anything about being lost and remind me when I paid you to be my psychiatrist.  He goes on in this ridiculous narcissistic tone, making totally wild claims as if he's known me my whole life and can speak to my personal character, and my mental state. What a creep. Is he playing The Rewired Soul here? I didn't know, I didn't particularly care. The mild entertainment I received from viewing his images wasn't worth being talked to like I've just told freaking Sigmund Freud I don't like the taste of lima beans. After receiving some darling, and for some reason, racist hate from his cult followers, I unfollowed him.

But really, isn't that just one of the cringiest feelings out there? Realizing you've been doing back-flips for someone who would treat you like absolute dirt just for the fun of it? Well, now this experience is documented. Hopefully the true original artist of the "One way ticket to hell" piece is doing alright. And the next time Osipov does something weird and horrible, people can come here, and know it definitely wasn't the first time.