#which they stole.

[bossfight-messages]

PLOT STUFF WOOOO

There is no dialogue in this bc I'm bad at it </3. I also don't have that much practice writing so i'll put a summary in the tags if you don't wanna read :D

This is from the canon boss's pov. Not the other, bluer Boss.

also im fairly lazy and barely proofread this </33 forgivee meeee

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Boss hopped from the tree, landing safely down on the grass below. After a chase from a very pissed off goblin hoard, a nice long nap in the sun was beginning to feel more and more alluring.

That and a couple strawberries. They could really use some strawberries.

All that.. shit. Yeah shit was a good word. For a random gemstone that they didn't even know would work or not.

Boss sighed and sat back against the tree trunk. They dug around their pouch for a moment, before producing a book. One slightly wared down, the spine cracked a bit and the ink fading. It was thin, but very important right now.

The events of the last couple days played in their mind like a broken record.

They had woken up somewhere oddly.. cold. Boss tried to avoid colder areas, they were built for withstanding more humid climates after all.

So imagine their surprise when they woke up from what was supposed to be a short nap, in an Ice People fortress. Fun stuff.

It had taken a lot of confusion, explaining, whatever, to understand what was going on. Something about alternate realities, them replacing another version of themselves, yadda yadda.

The Ice People of this dimension were oddly... nice. Well, from Boss's standards. And they had only met their dimension's Ice People once, aside from small run-ins whilst trying to get the goddamned Ice Golems to actually work as intended in-game.

Whatever, the past was the past.

Then.. there was the gem.

Sharp a bright. Harsh reds and purples clashing and fighting over the surface of it, sometimes bugging and lagging. When they had touched it..

Boss's hand stuck to it they felt a weird, gross feeling wash over them. Like something was pulling out pieces of their coding, rearranging it, deleting, adding, scrambling, deleting adding scrambling deleting adding deleting deleting dele-

They stumbled back, landing on the ground, hard. Boss sat up, dazed.

Then they realized. The glitching had stopped.

It didn't take long to realize what it was, asking locals and piecing together what they could. Obviously even more of their questions were answered when they managed to steal some books on the subject.

They chose to ignore the odd looks they got whenever their.. antennae? Horns? Whatever they were, changed to question marks or interrobangs. Especially interrobangs. Guess the other them didn't have that little feature.

Boss opened the book to one of the pages, then broke a stick off the tree.

Annnnd now. Time for the good part. Fingers crossed it actually works.

they reached into their pouch and pulled out a different gem, shaped the same as the first one they had touched, but a solid color. A dark purple, it glowed softly in their hand.

Hopefully it actually did work, seeing as the goblins protected it so fiercely, and they would need to summon a lighting demon to power the damned thing.

They sighed and placed it down on the ground, grabbed their stick, and got to work.

[inkskinned]

the thing about some men is that they want you to remember, at all times, that you are underneath them. that with one word or look or "joke", you will stay beneath them. that even "exceptions" to the rule are not true exceptions - the commonly cited statistic that one in eight men believe they could win against serena williams.

women's gymnastics is often not seen as real gymnastics. whatever the fuck non-euclidian horrors rhythmic gymnasts are capable of, it's often tamped down as being not a sport. some of the most dominant athletes in the world are women. nobody watches women's soccer. despite years of dancing and being built like a fucking brick, men always assume they're faster and stronger than i am. you wouldn't like what happens when they are incorrect. once while drunk at a guy's house i won a held-plank challenge by a solid minute. the party was over after that - he became exceedingly violent.

what i mean is that you can be perfect, and they still think you're ... lacking, somehow. i hope you understand i'm trying to express a neutral statement when i say: taylor swift was the possibly the most patriarchy-palatable, straight-down-the-line woman we could churn out. she is white, conventionally attractive, usually pretty mild in personality. say what you will about her (and you should, she's a billionaire, she can handle it), but a few things seem to be true about her: 1. she can write a damn catchy song, and 2. the eras tour truly was a massive commercial success and was also genuinely an impressive feat of human athleticism and performance.

i don't know if she deserves the title of "woman of the year," i'm not debating that in this post. what i am saying is that she was named Woman of The Year, and then an untalented man got onstage at the golden globes and made fun of her for attending her boyfriend's football games. what i am saying is that this woman altered local economies - and her dating life is still being made into a "harmless" punchline. the camera panned, greedy, over to her downing a full glass of champagne. congratulations taylor! you are woman of the year! but you are a woman. even her.

fuck, man. write better material.

a guy gets onstage at a college graduation and despite the fact like half the crowd is made up of women, he spends a significant proportion of it warning these people - who spent possibly hundreds of thousands of dollars on their education - that they were lied to. that the "real" meaning of femininity is motherhood. that they shouldn't rest on the laurels of that education-they-paid-for but instead throw it away to kneel at a man's heel. imagine that. sweating in your godawful polyester gown (that you also had to pay for!), fresh out of 4 years of pushing yourself ever-harder: and some guy you've never met - who knows nothing about you - he reminds you this "win" is a pyrrhic one at best. you really shouldn't consider yourself that extraordinary. you're still a woman, even after years of study.

god forbid you are not a pretty woman, but if you are pretty, you must be dumb. god forbid you are not ablebodied or white or cis or straight or good at swallowing. you must be beneath a man, or else they are not a man. the equation for masculinity seems to just be: that which is not a woman or womanly (god forbid). anything "feminine" is thereby anathema. to engage in "feminine" things such as therapy, getting a hug from a friend, or crying - it is giving up ones manhood. therefore women need to be put in their place to ensure that masculinity is protected.

this is something i have struggled to explain to terfs - they are not doing the work of feminism, but rather the patriarchy. by asserting that women and men must be (on some secret level) oppositional and in conflict, they also assume that being a woman is akin to being another species. but bigotry does not stem from observational truths or clarity - that is what makes it bigotry. there was nothing in my childhood that made me fundamentally different from my brother. we are treated differently nonetheless. to assert there is some biological drive that enforces my gender role is to assert that women have a gendered role. men do not see women as equal to them not because of biological reality - but instead because the core tenant of the patriarchy is that women aren't full, realized people.

we are told from a very young age to excuse misbehavior as a single man's choice - not all men. it is not all men, just that one guy. all women are gold-digging bitches who belong in the kitchen - but if a man is mean, bigoted, or violent to you, it's just that particular guy, and that means nothing about men-as-a-whole. it is only one guy who got mad when you gently rejected him. it is only one guy who warns her this trophy is heavy, are you sure you can hold it? it is only one guy who smashes her face into the cake. it is only one guy talking into a mic about hating our bodily autonomy.

i have just found that they often wait until the moment we actually seem to be upstaging them. you sit in a meeting where you're presenting your own findings and he says get me a coffee? or you run to the end of the marathon and are about to finish first and he pushes your kids out in front of you. you win the chess game and they make some comment akin to well, you're ugly away. we can be the billionaire and get the dream life and finally fucking do it and yet! still! they have this strange, visceral urge to say well actually, if you think you're so great -

it's not one just one guy. it's one in eight.

[trentreznorspussy]

[stil-lindigo]

the fox god.

a comic about a trickster.

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[makesyouevil]

secret meetings 🖇️

[chiptrillino-art]

In the Spirit World, roughly 400 years ago.

When you are just a little blue guy. But the greater gods found a liking in you. And then you ended up as chewtoy for Koh.

Spirit shenanegans at their finest.

[shroomerr]

Finally, my design for Mysterion!! this boy gave me so much heartache in the process of making this but its ok its all worth it for him <3

I also couldn't choose between the version with hair or without hair, so here's the one without under the cut (+ my initial drafts for his design):

[3liza]

one of the worst casualties of the obliteration of public space is queer autobio comics are so fucking boring now they make me want to scream. when I was a kid reading that genre it was set in cool goth clubs or even just "the old quarry", now they're all "between the ages of 10 and 25 I spent all my time in my room playing Nintendogs"

[hinamie]

completely innocuous vash sheet :) fr practice

[molsquinn]

[cannimochi]

A plethora of parkcivi doodles regarding my receptionis au

Emf practicing his brewing stand jumps while seawatt is tempted to pull on his tail is my favorite idea actually ty @mbirnsings-71

[gayafsowhat]

Eepy hours

[skymantle]

what does it all mean.

[thoughtfulfelony]

ok I'm just gonna elaborate on my opinion that the remake of "Cloudy…with a chance of murder" is The Most Evil And Fucked Up Thing Psych Creators Could Ever Do Because Of The Bike Scene Removal y'all remember the "I've been thinking about getting a car" speech right. But let's take a step back and talk about the bike.

The bike symbolizes Shawn's freedom, independence, and in the "Cloudy…" it is implicitly taken by his own father ( which I'm letting go. for now), and in the end a bunch of people prepared to get it back for Shawn, but who gets there first? Lassiter. And it would be SO easy to play it off by having Lassie say something like "I got you your bike back so you could drive the fuck away from my police station", or "you helped me out before so I feel obligated to repay you, now we're even", but no. Lassie's reaction is genuine embarrassment when people found out he got the bike, because it was purely a nice gesture. A nice gesture for Shawn, whom he "hates". So what I'm saying is. metaphorically. Lassiter gives Shawn back all the independence and freedom, because despite all Shawn's antics, he sees him and accepts him for who he is, with all his bullshit, doesn't fall for his lies and literally embraces the deception and rolls with it for eight more seasons, with occasional Gotta Call Him On His Bullshit To Keep Him In Shape. This scene encapsulates the progress of the dynamic between Lassie and Shawn and it's the foundation for their future relationship, where they know they can trust and rely on each other, despite everything. So again, removing it in the remake was a literal crime against humanity and me specifically because it basically erases part of Lassie's character

[robo-dino-puppy]

the idea of home

[math-memes]