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whenishipiluxurycruiseit · 18 days

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After reading some twts about how the reveal should not affect the kaishin fandom bc of how old it is and how most old shippers had the suspicion of kaishin being related and proceeded to not care and accept and even ship them more leads me to the acceptance stage and the realization stage where this is all fiction and not true thus it will not affect anyone greatly and most of us should realize this too HAHAHA

I mean i had my suspicions too ya know but like i was expecting them to be distantly related not this closely related gahdang gosho JAGDHSHS also i was kinda closing my eyes when i saw how similar toichi and yuusaku looked like when i saw them so AHDGSHS lovelies lets just think that the reveal made the ship spicer that ever

Kaishin may be cousins and what? Its fiction, this ship is old, there are even more worse ships than this, will this hurt anyone? No (unless ur really in deep like delusional deep), will this change the world? No, will this affect your daily life? No, will this change your morals? For me no, cause i know they are not real, why on earth would they change my morals.

Honestly its not just kaishin, there are a lot of ships with this kind of relationship, and other shippers must realize the fact that they are not real and no one will get hurt. If you get disturbed by the fact that we ship cousins/twins/siblings then you may close your eyes and move one to the other post, im not like validating this bc in the real and current world this may seem disturbing but everyone must know the difference between real and fiction, do not do what fiction do but you may learn what fiction do, just put it at the back of your head as an additional knowledge and the possibility that some other people might mix up fiction and real life.

Anyways so much for the monologue JAGSHS

THE REVEAL FIRED ME UP INTO MAKING ANOTHER PROMPT YEEEEY

Like im not even focusing abt how kaishin is cousins anymore but at why toichi did that to his son, what is incest compared to betrayal (not rlly cause kaito still didnt know hes alive BUT STILL THATS HIS KID??? HIS CHILD IN THE EYES OF DANGER?? AND HE LET HIS CHILD DO THAT?? BOY?)?

Like i know he protects kaito at the side (it was on magic kaito 1412 i forgot what episode) but he protects kaito with kaito experiencing trauma bc how tf how dare u use my dead dads face you traitor like that like bro??

I dont even also think that chikage knew that her husband is alive, only yuusaku (like wow cute they mustve been such close siblings but thats not the point) knows that hes alive and yuusaku probs only also knows cause hes yuusaku and yuusaku knows everything in just once glance for some weird ass reason

ANYWAYS SO

My prompt is that (please know that some of the characters are ooc!!! Esp the parents cause they dont show much wth JAGDHSH also ill put in a oc for plot purposes WAHSGAHSGA)

Shinichi, still as conan, was in a pinch and was suddenly saved by a mysterious guy. Whom he thought was like akai san but he sensed someone different like.. KID? No.. dad??

Toichi who saw a kid who looked like his nephew when he was a child is being chased by men in black (who suspiciously looked like snake for some reason but snake doesnt wear shades in the dark cause thats a foolish move) decided to help him and lose the pursuers off his back

“Boya are you ok?” “…..(hmm? What is this feeling.. i feel like i’ve met him somewhere but..)” “boya?” “Ah! Un! Thank you uncle!”

Toichi suddenly thought of shinichi when he heard conans voice saying uncle, it sounds just like 10 yrs ago when he visited yuusakus house to teach yukiko the art of disguise

Toichi then took conan to his guardians when he found out that his parents was in america apparently (1) and he also found out that his guardians were the mouris (2) which was 2 points of suspicion which wasnt that bad but just weird cause why didnt his younger brother tell anything, not that that shit tells him anything at all. Adding to the fact that he has not seen his attention loving smart nephew in the news for a while now then pops out a child that looks like him makes the suspicion highly likely. (Their family kinda has a knack for attracting dangerous orgs, from what he seen to himself and his son, he just hopes his younger brother and nephew didnt get it (which was highly unlikely now too))

Consider his suspicions correct when his younger brother decides to okay dumb (he knows ok, theyre twins for a reason and hes a older brother for a reason) the problem now was which shady org was it and how much does his nephew and younger brother know….

2 weeks later he found out

Apparently he wasnt the only one suspicious of someone

His, (knew it), dear shrunken nephew was too! Bc of one comment from mouri kun (have we met somewhere before?) and his suspicions were proven right when he saw yuusakus phone lying around with his message on the notif screen

(Toichis so proud, thats my nephew, be nosy kid you will go far in life)(it made his nephew cute too 🥰)

and color him suprised when his nephew has a shady org at his back too (he was kinda hoping that his nephew only stumbled on the scene of the crime that was he was chased not being a victim himself sighs the family curse)

and toichi and his nephew (whom just found out they were related with the first kaitou kid, who was supposed to be dead) made an alliance! (it kinda feels good to not only have one person know about your secrets, it also makes him relieved that his nephew has a lot of trusted people at his back other than some bigass shady org)

it also makes toichi happy that his son could be himself (not just kaitou kid but really being kaito his son whom he left with his wife toprotecttonotpullintothismessbutthey-) with his cousin

his son was inlove with his cousin

oh shit

yuusaku why did we not let them meet again

how he found out? he got the front seat

with snake

but does that really matter

(is akai kun included when hes so far away from the build the confession was happening)

(akai kun just shoot snake pls)

then it all went to shit (from his perspective cause wdym kaito did not even notice snake was there so its ok uncle shinichi kun did u also not notice my mental breakdown too)

they apprehended snake, and found out he was just some lackey in the black org and wanted to be the same lvl as gin so hes chasing after some immortality granting stone (yea hes not gonna be on the same lvl as gin hes stupid says his dear cutified nephew)

he told his younger brother about the confession

his younger brother knew all along ever since he caught kaito sneaking in their house to leave a jewel that he stole and saw him caress shinichis face.. yuusaku told him with the face of did u really not see that coming, we never let them meet when they were old enough to remember.

like valid? but at least share the tea gahdang

yukiko also knows? brother? i thought bros before hoes? (he nearly got mauled to death by his mystery loving younger brother, bc how dare you call my wife a hoe? ur the hoe u *spits real talk that hurts*)

after yuusaku hurt him internally he has come to the fact that yea he was worse than his son.. (also who can blame him, shinichi kun has yukikos genes (not that his darling wife is any less beautiful than yukiko, his wifes beauty came from being reckless and he likes that in his woman sighs i miss my wife) and their reckless genes so, with his wifes beautiful and shiny loving gene with his reckless loving gene, shinichi, conan, his nephew was the perfect person for his son. not ignoring the fact that shinichi kun is also a very understanding person. his nephew grew a lot (internally cause well.. he shrunk physically))

and now shinichi is looking at him weirdly

no way

did he not hear his sons confession

"shin kun... what did you think about what my son said to you?" "hm? ah that chase?... isnt it just a chase? oh im sorry uncle if i hurt kaito, it was needed to make it look convincing haha, i dont plan on capturing him rn dw!" "... oh! its ok shin kun ^^"

it was not okay, how does his nephew not notice his sons confession to him? (his son was a child of two phantom thieves, making a heist even grander than it already is shows that his son is courting his nephew SO HOW TF- oh, oh yuusaku just told him that every heist shinichi went to was always that grand so he might not see the difference? oh. oh my gosh.)

how to break this to his son who thought his father was dead

yuusaku just smiled (useless asshole, just bc hes still close to his son even though his son is in another identity now and can still pretend to be his new sons identities father bc of the disguising art that toUICHI HIMSELF TAUGHT HIM)

shinichi kun said to wait till evrything was over, or wait till the black org is down cause he will help explain too cause he hid it too after knowing his undeadness (at least his nephew was helpful, might be yukikos gene)

"you know, ever since i met kaitou kid, i knew that i might need his help to bring this org down, but i never knew that it would be the first kaitou kid that will help me hehe"

his nephew is so cute (yep its yukikos genes, yuusaku could never be like that anymore, still regrets the day where he showed off to his younger brother his magician skills)

the org was brought down but the antidote for shinchis problem still hasnt been made but time is an essence they need to reveal the truth to his family now or it might get worse

family reunion time! :DDDDDDDDD

shinichi went to get his son and wife while he and his younger brother prepares his execution letter

(if u wanna know how shinichi went to get kaito and chikage pls comment! ill write it up on the other post)

"yukiko chan can u-" "nope"

"yuusaku istg id u dont help me we're twins for a reason if i die you die too" "fk u" (helps him)

then it all went to shit (pt 2) (shinichi kun can see it now too, toichi thinks even hakase next door can feel it)

his son did not walk out bc of shinichi kun ("kaito, listen to you father please, you know my situation, its kind of the same but in your fathers case, you are ran" "at least you were close to her!" "does it really matter when all she saw was conan not shinichi?" "but-!" "kaito, the woman i love is slipping before my eyes because i cant go to her like before now! everytime i go back to my body temporarily all i think about is how she will get hurt if the organization realizes i was one of the victims they failed to kill and will go after her and her family and friends! there are numerous people in the org who already knew about my real identity, they mightve been killed or decided to not tell about it but there is no saying they might decide to not do the opposite!"

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yorutsuki · 2 months

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「 ✦ Quality Care: Modern AU Genshin Impact ✦ 」

↳ You finally decide that you and your lovely boyfriend would have a self care night. A night where not only could the two of you partake and enjoy with taking time off and doing relaxin activities, but as well as spend quality time with each other.

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[ Characters ] DICKZ

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{ Diluc }

" Sorry Angel, i've never really done this..mask? Before.. "

Diluc is quite the busy man with having to run a famously popular wine business as well as a bar thus, he has no time for self care or relaxation. Hence, you can imagine he was quite confused on what you were asking him at first but nonetheless agreed, after all, how could he say no to his lover's request such as that?

For the majority you needed to teach him through the fine art of 'self care', as well as help him with some parts. Though being the quick man he is, he learned how the whole process worked quickly.

During face masks, you would apply his and he'd try to apply yours, keyword: try. Fun Fact, he's never actually done a face mask before, so this is his first time! Thus, it wasn't perfect like his as there were some rough edges and uneven parts but overall, it wasn't the worse.

As the both of you waited for the masks to dry and harden, Diluc offered to read a book which you agreed to. So here you were, cuddling next towards your boyfriend as he read to you, soothingly.

Afterwords when the masks were washed and skin was dry. The two of you would do some oils and moisturizer to soothe the skin.

Overall, Diluc loved it, although a bit confused at times, it did relax him more than he thought, and he got to spend time with you! Maybe he should do these more often...

{ Itto }

" Ah..so..how does this work exactly? "

When you brought up the question, he was a bit puzzled on what you meant but went with it anyways. When seeing the supplies and items on your vanity, he thought it would be easy—like a slicing cake with a razor.

This man has no clue what he's doing.

Sure he tried doing something like this a few years ago, but that didn't go well either. For the majority you had to guide him through the steps and show him how the items are applied which he was grateful for.

You were quite envious learning he didn't use moisturizer or any sort of skin care. This man literally has the finest and smoothest skin you knew—hell, could even beat k-pop idols. Though the thoughts and doubts were washed away when you received many reassuring kisses.

Unlike Diluc, you decided to put on a movie while waiting until the masks were ready. Itto suggested some and you suggested some—overall 'My Little Pony' was picked.

In summary, although it wasn't quite itto's style, it was a 10/10 for the both of you. You enjoyed each others company even if things didn't go quite 100% but that was the fun of it!

{ Childe }

" Oh! I'd suggest applying moisturizer before oils to seal it. "

Tartaglia, the sly fox of a Harbinger Organization. For the majority of the days, he's seen with his nose in documents or busy with missions—coming at home at midnight, sometimes even later.

So one can imagine how you were surprised that you weren't surprised when learning he had nightly routine.

When asking the gingered hair male, he seemed quite happy you even brought it up. Turns out, sooner or later he was going to ask you the same thing. The man may not seem like it, but self care was a perfect escape from work and a perfect opportunity to spend quality time with his lover—which is what the two of you were doing currently.

During the both of yours' routine, you decided to take some pictures in memory of this moment—the first self care night with each other. Some pictures quite cute and affectionate, others somewhat silly but cute.

After washing the masks off, during the final steps Tartaglia gave you some tips and advice on how to apply skin care which greatly helped. (Gate keeping them ✧)

Overall, Tartagles enjoyed the night and often keeps the photos in his camera roll, sometimes looking over those moments when he's busy at work. Definitely something he would look forward to again.

{ Kaeya }

" Hm? Oh! Yeah, I have my routines. How else would I keep up the look~? "

This man is one of the best people to ask advice from. Albeit he doesn't know much about self care, he knows quite a bit of self care. (🥰 try to comprehend that.) He doesn't get much time some days as his work ends late at night which ultimately leads him straight to his bed. Other nights he has some free time which he uses to clean himself up after a long day.

He was quite heart warmed when you suggested a self-care night as the week had been stressful with a huge workload upon him. But he was also a bit worried..Did he not look good? Was there something wrong with his face? You, being the best significant other, quickly washed the negative thoughts away by reassuring it had nothing to do with him—that his looks were perfect and finally concluded this would be the most relaxing night he'd have!

And it was!

The two of you took things slow and calmly—incense, dimmed lights and activities. Honestly, Kaeya wished it would last forever, his stress decreasing with each passing second of your touch.

As the two of you applied face masks, you decided to wait in the living room afterwards. Both of you cuddled up with each other on the couch before scrolling aimlessly through media, laughing and making jokes every now and then.

Finally after the masks dried and were washed off, the two of you applied the final touches, every once and while doing each other's skin care.

In the end, Kaeya and you had a very much needed relaxing night together—one which he'd forever be grateful for. Unfortunately it would be cut short in the morning as his work called along with heavy loads of documents that needed to be read and organized.

{ Zhongli }

" My dear, do you think perhaps you can do mine as well? "

Zhongli, the famous consultant of the WangSheng Funeral Parlor. With his ever going days, he surprisingly hasn't experienced or tried much self care. But you guess it's not needed considered perfect skin is one of the many perks of being a Archon. Though Archons still need self-care and too look after themselves even if its not 100% a need.

When you asked him if he could join you with your activities, he happily obliged, quite intrigued with the idea. Unfortunately, even being an Archon, he didn't quite know everything as he was struck on how to apply the face mask.

He watched you apply it but it just wouldn't quite work the way he wanted it. So here you were, sitting on his lap as you applied the face mask on him. Honestly, even with the thick layer clay, one could barely see a red hue on your face throughout the process.

When the both of you were done, the ex-archon suggested to make tea which you agreed to.

While drinking your tea away, you've got to listen to more stories of Zhonglis archon life, some new tea from the WangSheng parlor and update on his 'adopted son', Xiao.

After some hefty minutes of intriguing stories and news, both of you washed your mask off before it was oil and lotion time. He was a bit weirded out by the sensation of the oils but slowly got used to it.

By the end of the night he was quite content—a relaxing end to the day and his lover in his arms. He wouldn't mind doing this again in the near future, especially after a long day.

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moodymisty · 4 months

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Stop making me a Mortarion appreciator he's suppose to be gross and icky and not have a decent backstory to only get fucked over by big E

See I'd like something with Perty a bit of self indulgent little thing. What if he had a capable little darling who was also very much into the arts and far more creative vs war exploits but she just was forgetful at times. It's not her fault she focused for 10 hours on her painting! It's a gift for her Perty! Oh sorry just got a little distracted in helping paint some pauldrons... oh what I have something on my face oh that's when I was doing some charcoal art earlier. It's not that she's forgetful she's just all over the place (yes an ADHD coded darling by an ADHD coded asker)

[ 𝕸𝖔𝖔𝖉𝖞𝕸𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖞'𝖘 𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙 | 𝕬𝖔3 ]

Author's Note: I see our brains cross talked, because whenever I write Perty, in my mind his beloved is always an artist. It's how I first imagined it when I first started getting into the Iron Warriors lore.

Also tehe, if I have to get stunk up by the Mortarion simps, so do you.

Summary: Perturabo had gifted you with the honor of painting the murals for one of his new structures, and you get distracted in your own work.

Relationship: Perturabo/Fem!Reader

Warnings: Perturabo's shitass attitude, But other than that nothing

Word Count: 955

It's a bit of an awkward angle, but you make it work as you reach forward to put a little bit more yellow onto the massive mural. It's covering a good portion of the wall at this point, though your planned outline goes far beyond what you've currently begun painted. You would've been more than eager to make it bigger, though the limitations of this particular section of wall was what ended up stopping you.

You rub your cheek briefly against your wrist, and feel the cracking of dried paint on your skin. You don't know when it got there, but you'll wash it off when you're done for the day.

You want this to be absolutely perfect- Not a single failed brushstroke or miscolored paint. Perturabo gifted you this massive blank slate, these canvases, and you want to make sure they are a gift to him in return. So as long as you have the inspiration, you're going to continue. Other than a yawn or two you don't feel tired in the slightest, so you more than think you can continue for the time being.

Washing your brush you take a new color and mix it up, before dipping your brush in. All of these colors were gifts as well; At times you begin to feel almost suffocated in the things given to you from Perturabo. Perhaps he just enjoys seeing something other than war created. Or just keeping you entertained and thus distracted.

You continue painting before you hear footsteps- loud ones- and for a moment you think it's a few stray Iron Warriors whose ceramite boots are clanking particularly loud on the stone floor. The steps continue closer however, until you finally turn at the sound of your name.

It's said with a more than exasperated tone, and you turn to see Perturabo.

"Here you are. I was beginning to wonder if you'd wandered off again."

As a foreigner to Lochos there has unfortunately been a few times where you have wandered a bit too far for his liking, even if it was in the safety of the city's innermost walls. Or even just his fortress itself. Perturabo would never let you out farther; He's always been vocal of his distrust of the Olympians. They might have submitted to him when he ousted Dammekos, but you don't think he will ever grow to trust them.

He doesn't trust his own legion, and only now has he recently even began to trust you. Placing any sort of confidence in you being out without protection is an impossibility for him. While to a degree you might not blame him- there is no shortage of people that would be quite eager to have you in a cage or worse- the feeling of suffocation is at times frustrating.

No longer wandering off into your own thoughts for a moment, you perk upward slightly and nod at him.

"Oh, I'll be done in a minute. I just wanted to finish this section before I went and ate."

Perturabo gives you a confused expression, mixed with his usual irritation. His brow is always furrowed, wrinkled along with the edges of his nose. You sometimes wonder how much younger he'd look if he'd just soften a bit.

"Eat?" He sighs and his head tilts slightly to one side. "It's the dead of night."

You turn around, and look out through the massive glass window panes and see nothing but lights from buildings, and the starry night sky.

You open your mouth and close it for a moment- as if doing a pantomime of a fish.

"Ohhh... I was wondering why it seemed a little darker in here. I saw serfs and assumed they'd snuffed the candles."

Perturabo sighs again, and comes closer to the scaffolding you're using to reach higher parts of the wall. It normally would put you at quite a height advantage over a normal human, but for Perturabo, it puts you at right about head height.

He looks at you with that same steely, frozen gaze as always.

"Come down."

Putting the lid on the container of paint, you put it to the side. You go to take the small ladder down back onto solid ground, but it seems he finds it faster to simply lift you by the ribcage, and plop you onto the ground with little fanfare. You let out a small noise of surprise as even his most gentle grip removes some of the air from your lungs.

It's odd, how sometimes you seem to forget his size, and how he can so easily manhandle you like a toy. He seems conscious of it and avoids doing so, but those instances where he does tend to stick out.

He takes a glance towards the mural you'd currently been working on, as it stands about halfway done. It's the first of many you've planned out; The walls of the temple are covered in charcoal outlines for different ones, but this remains the first one you've begun to bring to life.

He stares at it for a bit longer than you think and the silence almost begins to become a bit uneasy. You can't tell what he's thinking in the slightest, nor do you have a chance to even try before he's done.

Perturabo kneels to face you, and with one thumb roughly rubs your cheekbone. You grumble and wince, paint crumbs falling onto your clothes. Part of you wants to push him away, but you know if you do, he'll never do it again. Once he's done, or perhaps given up on removing the pigment from your skin, the same hand grasps you jaw.

"I will have the serfs make you something to eat."

#also as someone who's also neurodivergent I feel you #perturabo x reader #primarch x reader #warhammer 40k x reader #reader insert #reader #mywriting

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wordsandrobots · 3 months

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Apropos of half-awake thoughts this morning, I've been considering the perennial subject of people coming into fan-works and making demands of the writer or artist in regards to their creative choices. You know, 'this is wrong', 'you should change this', 'make more!!!' etc. It's been quite some years since I had to deal with that kind of behaviour but I've seen it happen to other people and it always sucks. Today my brain has decided to connect it to Humphrey Smith.

Story time: the town I come from has three breweries. The reason for this is that the limestone we're built atop filters the local water, making it 1) good and hard and 2) easy to access. Technically we're a market town but brewing is the foundation of our modern economy.

Two of these breweries, John Smith's and Sam Smith's, are the remnants of the brewing empire started by John Smith, a Victorian gentleman endowed with truly spectacular mutton-chops and also money, who bought an existing brewery in the town before building a new, much more impressive one further up the street. After his death, the business was left to his brothers, one of whom would go on to leave the old brewery to his nephew Samuel. Thus, the empire split into two. Both halves are still operating and have been successful enough that the current owner of Sam Smith's -- Humphrey -- is the biggest land-owner in the town.

Here is where the problems begin. You see Humphrey is, to put it gently, crackers. He suffers from being exceptionally wealthy and, despite some motions towards investing in local amenities, largely exists on a moral crusade against the changing social mores of the 20th Century. He won't countenance any businesses that does not contribute to the atmosphere of a sleepy market town (read: basically anything), refuses to maintain or sell off his properties, leaving the place full of the rotting shells of buildings, and he's been at war with the town council so long, they're currently planning to build on a flood plane that does indeed routinely get swamped by the river just to have somewhere to put new houses.

The man is not well-liked, is what I'm saying. And among his 'charming eccentricities' are the strict requirements he enforces on the pubs he owns. Any Sam Smith's pub must be run by people of good moral character (preferably a married man and woman), there must be no music and no phones, no swearing, no motorcyclists, no kissing, etc, etc. Basically imagine the dourest stereotype of Yorkshire grimness and that's what he's actively aiming for (no I am not kidding, just check out the 'controversies' section of the Sam Smith's wikipedia page).

Anyway, the point of all this is that there's a lovely tale shared around the town about how, one day, our Humphrey walked into a local pub and said to the bar-tender something to the effect of, 'Switch off that music, throw those people out, take down those fixtures and fittings, this is not the Victorian traditionalism I pay you for.'

Only, the bar-tender leant over the bar and replied, 'well that's nice, Mr Smith, but this isn't one of your pubs.'

Should you find yourself in the position of having some dipstick with fixed opinions swan into your work and start telling you everything you've gotten wrong, I think you could do worse than bear this heroic chap's words in mind. Your work is not their pub. They have no claim on what you make and no grounds for enforcing their vision over yours. They aren't paying you, you aren't working for them, and frankly, they have profoundly misunderstood the situation if they think they're entitled to tell you want to do.

This is true even in the face of widely accepted fanon or when you're cutting against general expectations. In fandom, every piece of art is the result of our own personal reactions to a piece of media. We can decorate our individual pubs however we want and if other people don't like it, well, they can lump it. Go forth and do what you like, music and kissing and all!

[This post brought to you by the belated 11 year anniversary of that berk on dA who spent ages arguing with my attempt at redesigning the Quarks from Doctor Who. The *bloody Quarks*, man! Sheesh.]

#fandom #fanfic #fanart #more rambling #just to be clear the usual 'do no harm' caveat always applies #you shouldn't be a jerk either #but beyond that #yeah #you don't owe nobody nothing

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born-to-lose · 2 years

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Never Stopped Loving You

Pairing: current!Slash x fem!reader

Requested by @being-worthy

Summary: You and Slash get hate from the media because of the age difference in your relationship, so he has to make a hard decision...

Tags: breakup, angst with happy ending, age gap

Words: 1,417

A/N: I know I haven't posted fics in ages and this is one of my first attempts at writing since June, so I'm even prouder of myself that it turned out so long. Also, count this as one of the belated annual coping fics.

Tag list: @warriorteam1924 @slashscowboyboots @losers-yurio @lost-in-the-80s @yoshidas-girl-forever @jennyggggrrr @tuffduff @jonesyownsmyheart @rhyetaylor62 @smells-like-perfect-senses @whered0wego @rumoured-whispers @stradlin-cold-heartbreaker @aggressive-slytherin @cherry-jams

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You never would have thought you would meet Slash at an opening night for an art gallery somewhere in California, but what was even more surreal was that he was the one who started talking to you.

"Are you one of the artists?"

You turned to look at him and smiled, shaking your head. "No, but one of my friend's artworks is exhibited here. She's somewhere…" you looked around, gesturing to the staircase. "Somewhere over there probably."

He chuckled lightly. "That's cool! I'm Slash, by the way."

Slash offered you his hand and you shook it. "Nice to meet you, I'm (y/n)."

You had no idea how, but your conversation didn't end there and you kept talking and talking until he called you a taxi as it got late and your friend was nowhere to be found. But not before he gave you his number with the words "Feel free to call me sometime if you like".

That's how it all started and at some point, you were dating. Neither of you ever really made it public, you just went out together and left it to people to figure it out themselves. At the beginning, there were some worries about your age difference, but you were both happy and his children liked you too, so why should you let something small like this get in your way?

Of course, your relationship was good fodder for the media. Headlines on tabloids like "Slash dates someone who could be his daughter" or "Who is the girl dating the rockstar 30 years her senior?" were not uncommon. What was worse than this, though, were the nasty comments on social media and the speculations that you were just after him for his money and fame.

What they didn't seem to realize was that neither you nor Slash posted any couple photos, which you definitely would have if you had really wanted to become famous as Slash's girlfriend. All they had was photos of the two of you shot by paparazzi in public and the name of your private Instagram account, which was on account of some dedicated fan who went through his entire following list and compared profile photos to the blurry pictures of you which could be found on any celebrity gossip website now.

Then again, you were not the only one who got hate. More than a few people called Slash a creep and a predator for dating somebody this young. However, this didn't seem to bother him much as you were in your late twenties and thus an independent, consenting adult who had already built up a life. He was more upset about the comments about you, calling you a gold digger, a whore and whatnot.

However, after a couple of months of pure bliss - aside from all the hate from outsiders - Slash made a hard decision.

"So this is the end?" you asked, a lump in your throat as you attempted to hold back the tears.

He sighed, his voice shaking as he replied, "Believe me, it wasn't easy for me to make up my mind at all, but… you know I only want the best for you and I can't keep watching you getting your reputation ruined just because you're dating me. You deserve so much better than this."

You really wanted him to stay, but at that moment you weren't able to come up with arguments why he should rethink that decision. Your mind was all over the place and you were too busy crying to comprehend everything else he said.

Slash held you in his arms, staying silent because he had no idea how to save this situation when he was the one who ruined it in the first place.

You understood where he was coming from and it was more or less inevitable that this day was going to come sooner than you would have liked, but that didn't make it hurt any less.

But as time passed and you reconsidered everything that had happened, you were beginning to question if the critics really were the only reason why he left you. After all, he had never said those three words to you. Admittedly, your relationship was less based on words than on actions, but you would have liked to hear him explicitly say he loved you too from time to time. Perhaps some of your friends were right when they had asked you if you were sure it was a good idea to date someone 30 years older than you - and a famous musician at that.

One night, shortly after you got home from work, your phone rang without you expecting a call from anyone. Still, you answered it and you stopped breathing as you heard a familiar voice you hadn't heard in five months.

"Hey, it's me, Slash. I… would like to talk if you have time. Can you come over? I don't want to have this conversation on the phone."

There was a short pause before you murmured, "Yeah, I'm on my way. See you."

It was pretty late and you wondered why he would want to talk to you right now, but what would it hurt to come see him just this once?

He didn't live too far away from you, so you arrived at his house in less than 10 minutes. Slash already opened the door when he heard your car stop and he was biting his lip as he watched you walking towards him. "Please come in," he said quietly and you followed him inside.

The two of you walked into the corridor and then the living room, sitting down on the couch. You had almost forgotten how much you had missed this place.

Before he started, he took a deep breath and told you what was on his mind without further ado.

"I never stopped loving you. That's why I only called you now. I thought I could get over you if I kept some distance so I could forget about my feelings for you, but I couldn't. There hasn't been a day that I didn't regret breaking up with you. I just thought it's for the best because I hated how everyone made you look like the villain. I've heard a lot of shit being talked about me, I don't care about what they say anymore. But you… you always said it doesn't bother you but I could tell it did-"

You blinked in confusion, processing everything he had said so far, before interrupting him. "Wait, what? No, it really didn't bother me as long as we were together. I knew what I signed up for and I knew we would get hate from people, but we agreed that we wouldn't let something like this come between us."

There was a pause during which Slash was clearly trying to think of what to say. As you briefly looked around, a framed photo of you and Slash on the wall caught your eye and you bit your lip, looking back at him. "You never stopped loving me?"

"Yeah… I feel stupid now for breaking up with you over this and I don't even expect you to give me another chance, but I would be really grateful if you could. I swear I won't let you go so easily this time."

His teary eyes told you that he really meant what he said. Thinking about how to respond, you kept still for a moment.

Sure, the breakup hurt, but why else, if he didn't genuinely want you back, would he have called you to have this talk now after five months had passed? There hadn't been any problems in your relationship besides the media, so why shouldn't you try again? Some may say it won't work out this time if it already hadn't in the past, but you'll never know if you don't try.

"To be honest… I still love you too," you confessed. "And I think we should try again, but please promise that this time we really won't let some haters get between us, okay?"

Obviously relieved, he smiled and nodded. "I promise. Thank you for giving me another chance."

Softly returning the smile, you opened your arms to wrap him into a hug and rested your chin on his shoulder. A part of you wanted to say something, but you would have enough time to talk with him later now that you were together again, so you remained quiet and hugged him tighter.

#mel writes #slash #slash x reader #slash imagine #slash fic #saul hudson #saul hudson x reader #saul hudson imagine #saul hudson fic #guns n roses #guns n roses x reader #guns n roses imagine #guns n roses fic

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empyrangel · 7 months

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God the arlechino defenders are even worse than the dottore defenders. I don’t have a problem with villains fans, I have my own problematic favs. Sometimes you love them because they’re the worst, but the people who try to justify their actions or twist the facts have the most punchable faces.

“BUT SHE LOVES THE SIBLINGS!!! SHE CARES ABOUT THEM!!! SHE SAVED LYNETTE FROM HUMAN TRAFFICKING!!!” And mother gothel loved rapunzel. She saw her as a daughter, she went out of her way to gather the ingredients and make her favorite foods, she got her all her art and other hobby supplies, but at the end of the day it was a means to an end. She did all that to keep rapunzel happy so she’d stay in the tower and gothel could keep using her hair to stay young. It’s the same thing with arlecchino, she wants something from the house members— their loyalty.

Arlecchino runs an orphanage that exists for the sole purpose of turning traumatized, vulnerable, desperate children into child soldiers for an international terrorist organization. The house of hearth simulates an artificial family dynamic to farm loyalty from its members so they feel a sense of responsibility to each other and to the organization and could never even consider leaving or thinking for themselves. She took the children in so they would feel they owed her for “saving them” and “giving them a safe home” so they’d work for her. She subtly manipulates and even blatantly lies to these children in order to maintain this family facade, and thus maintain her control over the children.

This is a cult. Lyney, Lynette, Freminet, and all the others are in a cult that Lyney is currently being groomed to one day inherit the leadership of, and none of them know it.

The arlecchino stans are literally parroting real abuse apologist rhetorics to defend her behavior. What the fuck is wrong with people.

#traveler from another world ✨#the knave #arlecchino #genshin arlecchino #<- normally I don’t put hate in the main tags like a bitch but I really hope the abuse apologists see this #it’s not hate it’s much needed criticism #tw cult #tw abuse #genshin #genshin impact #fatui harbingers #house of hearth

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mamthew · 8 months

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Final Fantasy XVI's similarities to Tales of Arise have me on a Tales kick, which means I ended up playing Tales of the Tempest, widely considered the worst game intended to be a mainline Tales title. It took me about 15 hours and I did every sidequest I found, all of which involved walking across a field map at a frustratingly slow pace to pick up an item and then walking all the way back for a line of dialogue and a negligible amount of money. I easily could have shaved at least two hours off my playtime and I wouldn't have lost anything.

Tempest is a 2005 japan-only release for the DS developed by Dimps, the freelancers behind most handheld Sonic games and a good chunk of handheld licensed games, especially for DBZ and Digimon. When it dropped, it received so much hate from fans that Namco pretty quickly pulled it from the list of mainline Tales games, though they've recently quietly added it back to the list. They developed two more DS Tales games afterwards, in-house, and to fan approval, which makes Tempest even more interesting to me, as a first, failed attempt at a handheld Tales game.

It's definitely a bad game. Everything that involves a menu takes about three more button presses than necessary, the world takes a long time to travel for no good reason, the models are low poly and the textures are worse. The battle system is so unnecessarily limited that it's honestly barely worth engaging with. You only get four arte slots, and the protagonist's main gimmick is that he can turn into a werewolf when under half health, but transformation takes up an arte slot, so he functionally only has three. CPU-controlled characters also will only use moves assigned to their four arte slots. And there's no access to the artes menu in battle. Two of the five characters are werewolves, so only have three slots. Two more are mage/healer combos, so you have to divide their four slots between both offensive and healing spells. They balance this by making healing items unbelievably cheap and easy to obtain. Lemon and Pineapple Gels are 90 gald each. Miracle Gels are available in all stores for about 200 gald each. I ended the game with 80k gald.

The game has five party members, but only the protagonist, Caius, gets enough focus and story relevance that I'd consider him a character. Of the four main villains, two end up being his father and his brother. Another villain wears a mask and has the same hair color as the female lead, so I figured they'd be related in some way, but no, the female lead is so coincidental to the story that despite being on the box, she's the only character whose name I don't remember. Two of the party members, Tilkis and Forest, are the prince of a country you never see and his bodyguard. The last party member, Arria, is a priestess with the evil church who's sent to spy on the party, immediately gains their trust with no effort, and then immediately turns coat on the church when pushed. There's not much there.

That said, the lore has weirdly a lot of potential. About a century ago, humans committed genocides against the werewolf and ogre races, which carved out space for the human country to take over as the main superpower on the continent. Now, the human church is carrying out an inquisition against werewolves once again for unknown reasons, stoking fear against werewolves among the populace by spreading false rumors and executing any werewolves delivered to them without trial. This is pretty standard rpg stuff, but it's made interesting about halfway in, when it's revealed that the church is capturing werewolves to try to learn about a magic spell the werewolf country once had that was able to resurrect the dead. The goal of the inquisition is to gain and use this spell to resurrect all the victims of that genocide, thus making humans no longer culpable for the sins of their ancestors.

It's a fucking good hook, honestly. It reminds me of current debates around history education and white guilt. The church figures they can commit any violence they want in the present, as once they get that spell, the dead will come back anyway, so they won't have done anything wrong. The best parts of the game are when Caius tries to make his adversaries understand that making the dead no longer dead doesn't fix torture or generations of oppression. It doesn't rebuild the ruined werewolf city, return their lost poetry, or make their two countries relative equals on the global stage once more.

Unfortunately, they don't do a ton with this one really good idea. It's revealed near the end that the spell was a lie (it actually opens a portal to an evil dimension), the war between werewolves and humans was a lie (the werewolves opened a portal to an evil dimension and humans took credit for their fall for some reason), and the genocide against the ogres was inconsequential (ogres are not sentient and didn't have a country to begin with, they just stay north of the wall). It's like they understood that Tales games are known for their twists but didn't understand what a twist needs to do in order to change a story for the better. Just a strange game all around.

#Tales of series #tales of the tempest

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firemama · 2 years

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Hey, Tumblr.

Sav’s 2022 saga of misfortune has come to a spike this fabulous May with a serious car issue. What makes this so bad, Sav? well... my only source of income, at this time, is that I am a delivery driver with shipt. Hard enough with the gas crisis- 5$ a fucking gallon- in orlando traffic, you might say. You’d be right.

I’ve got no savings; most of my money was burned through during a month long period of homelessness, a couple months of not being able to work due to being generally transient and out of town and thus out of my shipt metro and unable to even deliver for income, medical bills for an injury, moving and storage costs, and some other bullshit. I’ve got no savings, and i’m pushing debt on my credit card. And at this time, with my car in need of repair, I have no source of income and another bill.

So I am asking for donations, if anyone has something to spare, however small.

Patreon Paypal Kofi

If Donations arent your speed, or you would like something in exchange, I also do commisions. Moodboards for small cost donation/commissions as low as a dollar, and I also do art and writing commissions. Hit me up to talk about commissions if you’re interested. Some basic information about that is pinned to my blog, and my other blogs.

For those who are not familiar with Sav’s 2022 saga, the summary is:

Orlando/Florida major property tax increase. See: sudden rental cost hike. 1200 to 1300 will net you poorly managed slum lord apartment in orlando now. Our previous rent of roughly 1300 (which had been steadily increasing with every re-sign of the lease) suddenly jumped up to just shy of 1800, and would continue to climb with future extensions.

Preparations to move to new york for sibling’s school; see, also very fucking expensive, because im talking New York, New york. but its sib’s grad school, scholarship, gotta go, very important.

Just before moving time, a series of... events occured. Including but not limited to:

Major fall out with roommate (one of three tenants) which would result in one less person paying rent come renewal. With just me and the sib, never could afford to stay in our current house anyway. So, no going back, no resigning lease if New york falls though.

Rather serious workplace injury to my dominant hand. At the time, thought, oh kind of serious- a deep injury to the knuckle joint that... i probably should have taken in to get stitches, but.. didnt, and instead just bandaged it up. “I cant afford medical bills right now” i said, unaware of a big storm coming.

My work, a few months prior to this, had every single Senior Manager quit in the span of a couple weeks for the entire franchise. This was a warning sign. At this point in time, it is much worse. For starters, I had been demoted from Manager to Assistant Manager and then to Associate again... because my Migraines had become worse (from stress because COVID and the mail system and all the mangers left and xyz) and i could not keep the minimum 50, then 40 hours. Despite being demoted, and less pay, I was responsible for neigh all the managment responsibilities at my location because there was no one else. For 11$ an hour. And then all the other less-senior managers from other locations also quit, because no one was making more than the average Mcdonalds employee. Very bad, all around.

I had to submit my resignation anyway, because we had an out-of-state move coming. And I was already being paid less, and expecting to take on the work of more than one salaried job. But before I submitted my resignation?

(Tw, injury)After two-three weeks of excruciating pain despite the visible damage to my finger being healed, and no increase of motor function, and also a strange mishape to my finger. I finally filed for workers comp, belatedly, and went on down to an urgent care. The deep injury, if you’re curious, had been caused by a tape gun; specifically, a customer trying to grab the tapefun from my hands anddesimating my hand, most expressly my poor fucking finger joint. And upon xray at the urgent care, they found a metal tooth from the tape gun in my finger. more specifically in my finger joint. quite literally grinding against my bone. doing serious damage to my joint. (I am now legally allowed to complain about pain and no one is allowed to tell me im complaining too much. broken off sharp metal tooth in my finger for nearly three weeks.

Surgery, obviously, to remove the sharp foreign body from my hand. It was a very quick surgery, actually. But to the point, my workers comp covered most of the injury. Most. Not all. expensive, like I thought, and i definitely couldnt afford it. but necessary.

And then we found out the ‘scholarship’ covered less than a 16th of the overall tuition to the gradschool in new york despite it’s title of ‘full ride scholarship’.

New york fell through, and we would not be able to keep our then-current lease.

so now we have less than two weeks to find a new place. And all of our research and propsects were in another state we cold not afford to live. we had no time, and due o afformentioned text increases, out prior 1200... just does not exist. not for sale anywhere. If it does, we ‘technically’ make too much to afford it, because our combined annual income if I ‘pretend’ to still work at UPS is too high for rent control. (the irony is that we could barely afford 1200-1300 and yet somehow rent control says we make too much money for it). If I say I do not work for ups, which I dont, because i quit... well we dont meet minimum income.

Mostly, we’re screwed!

4 days before must-be-out-of-house, we find one option. 1200$ 2 bedroom that will allow our two cats. We do a fast walkthrough, because we dont have any options anyway. Place has infestations twofold, the maintenance guy is trying to fix 12 different holes in the walls, and we cant test the power or water because it isnt on yet and we cant really wait. Front door locks, has AC, theres an on-site laundry facility, has working fridge, sold. We mostly only interact with property manager, who I did like quite a lot, and he assured us he will help fix the issues and can get the place ready by our frantic date.

I move into apartment with all of our stuff. We rapidly find several, several issues. No smoke detectors, window (ground floor) with no lock and two that can’t even close all the way. Both of those things, some of you may know... are illegal. It was not the only illegal aspects, such as one room being incredibly unventalated, most of the lights not working with no other light sources, occasional plume of smoke from the fuse box, and (this is in florida) no netting on the windows. Things that are not included in the ‘illegal’ list but still very much problems: hidden mold (did you KNOW it’s not illegal for landlords to rent a property with mold?), and other fucking stupid shit. The real show stopper, however, was that the apartment’s payment portal malfunctioned. We paid them the deposit the rent, everything... and it paid it back to my sibs account.

This is when we meet the actual landlord. Who is insane. She is incapable of texting legibly, and is almost incomprehensible over the phone. She does not know the landlord laws- which is her only job as a landlord- which she showed by telling us it’s our responsibility to provide smoke detectors, for example. (no, that’s illegal). She tries to back up this claim by saying it is stated in the lease we will provide the smoke detectors. Which proves she cannot fucking read a lease, either, because it does not say that in the lease, it says we are obligated to provide batteries for pre existing smoke detectors, and even if she had written that into the lease... it would still be illegal. it breaks housing codes. like a lot of other shit. Her excuse to all these issues was “well this isnt luxury housing.” Our windows not locking and you meeting builing code, lady, is not luxury, it’s minimum.

This whole thing is summed up with her ignoring all these issues and demanding we pay her. I tell her we did, because we did, but the portal doesnt work. She says that isnt her responsiblity, pay her again and make it work. I am speechless. It does not matter if im speechless, of course, because she never lets you get a word in edgewise and will simply talk over you, but anyway.

Obviously, only option or not, we cant fucking stay in this apartment. Legally, we cannot, and if we play along despite that, we wave our rights. And im sure if we give her money, she will try to keep that fucking despoit and declare our rent non refundable or some shit. So we declare that she broke our lease (illegally) and that we’re going to leave as soon as possible. She threatens to call the police because we’re scamming her- as if we get anything out of this. could kill her and feel no remorse. she gave me a crazy stress migraine that was not relieved by excessive stress panic attack or crying.

We break the lease. With nowhere to live, we put all our shit in storage. more costs we cant afford. Insues a month of having no home. I go out of town for a while and bum a guest bedroom. Sib stays with partner.

We spend most of that month looking for somewhere to live. I burn through savings with no source of income- cant deliver outside of my Metro zone for shipt, and other issues with delivery, and I wont be in one place long enough to apply to work anywhere. Spend money on storage, on moving trucks getting shit back and forth, on ‘non-refundable application fees’ and on medication for the cat, and on follow up appointments and medication and treatment for my fucking hand.

some fucking asshole backs into my car on easter sunday. Not once- no, he backed into my car and then paused. surprised he is no longer backing up. tries to back up again, continuing to back into my car he is already hitting. pulls forward a little. backs up again. slightly louder crunch and this time he realizes what he’s done. Mind you i am on the fucking sidewalk less than 6 feet away from my car, walking to it, about to get into it. He looks me dead in the face and tries to leave the scene despite me trying to flag him down. Only stops because someone stepped out into the road in front of his fucking truck to stop him. Is drunk. fights insurance trading like hell. Takes about an hour to get it from him on threat of the cops.

ensues, while without home, an exausting insurance battle. drunk guy tries to claim the damage was prexisting. I have witnesses, and I also have a fucking picture of the back of his truck with pieces of my car stuck in his bumper. Eventually he gives up, and I spend stupid amount of time conversing with car insurance. My car is old. and it is also a saturn, which is a company that no longer exists. It is also not technically one saturn, but two saturns franken-steined together with different parts of two older saturns. Obviously, despite the damage being cosmetic, they want to declare my car totaled. not-drivable. Obvious unacceptable, nd even if i did, the value on my car is shotty and i’ll get nothing from them for it. dribble car is much more valauble. but because it’s cosmetic damage, on an old ass already costmetically ugly car... basically zip on pay out. not even enough to get the specific cosmetic damage fixed.

Hardly fucking matters, because the check... is now being held by the bank. When will i be allowed to have it? they dont know yet.

Technically, my fucking car isn’t okay to be driven yet. I have to wait on a new title to be delivered, take it to a dmv to be inspected and declared drivable, hope to god it passes, and then pay them for all this shit. The check, if i ever get it, will probably fucking pay for that. *thank god for insurance.* so glad i pay them for this. I will have a car that is not repaired and no money to repair it with. fuck. At least it’s mostly cosmetic, except for my slightly warped gas tank hatch that is now a struggle to get open.

We find an apartment. This is great. We have a place to live.

This means more moving fees.

so we’re back in orlando. I have no savings left. I have a bit of credit card debt I cant pay off, and we still need some essential shit to buy for this place. but hey, we’re not homeless. Place isnt perfect yet- has rats, might have roaches, neighbors are wild and loud, pretty sure theres an active drug dealer based on the weird activity in the parking lot at all hours day and night.

but we’re not homeless. and im back in my metro, so i can deliver, so I have a source of income again. Everything will be fine.

Check is still being withheld. car is still technically not supposed to be drivable. this is fine. I will make enough money to survive this month, wrack up a little bit more debt on the essentials we need, but thisll be fine for a month or two until better work... good thing i can still deliver.

Lived here for a week. Sibling’s car breaks down and needs repairs. uh oh!

The day we get my sibling’s car back from the mechanic’s? today? today? Obviously, my car breaks down. Obviously. fuck.

There’s more. This is a mostly abridged highlight. Other details- such as the fact that I had to borrow money from someone to get even this far, and my very old cat needing a vet visit that i just cant fucking afford yet- are all involved. My hand still has poor mobility- yesterday someone commented “I thought you were right handed” because they noticed i dont use it to do things like pop the fucking water pressure cap off my car engine to refill it’s leaky collant tank. Our current fridge may or may not be cool enough to store dairy in, we arent sure yet. we still need to buy a fucking dryer, we dont have a means to wash/dry clothes yet, and I dont own a lot of clothing so I’ve been stretching one outfit over a week.

Look, 2022 is fucking killing me. At this point I need roughly 6000$ to magically make it out of may without debts in three different places. Obvious not feasible, and it would still put me out roughly nuetral with no money. So... whatever I can get. Preferable enough to get the fucking car fixed so i have income. And then hopefully rent so we don't end up homeless again and with an eviction on our record.

If you read all this, please. Even if you dont wanna donate for nothing in return, it’s literally only a dollar to commission a cute little mood board.

#munchatter #donations #I am once again asking you...#eh that meme u know it #I think im going to have a mental breakdown #real soon #sorry if this has typos its 6am and I made this because im so stressed i cant fucking sleep

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caintooth · 1 year

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you give off grad student vibes; are you?

yeah i’m a grad student, like, spiritually ;) no LMAO i’m kidding it would be fucked if someone actually claimed that

real answer tho, no i’m not currently! i’m taking some time off to work a job, have hobbies, and be a “student of life” or whatever, which is what i was trying to convey with that bad intro joke.

so, this is way more than you asked for, but… idk i’ve been meaning to say a lot of this for a while and writing it all out felt good, so unfortunately your ask is now the base for it lmao!

i think it’s important to talk about academic stress and how it can ruin not just your love of learning, but your sense of self.

for background info, i have a general Associate of Arts degree, and a Bachelor of Arts degree for which i completed a comparative literature major, with an ‘official’ focus in creative writing (though ‘personal’ focus in poetry, video games, film, and the fluidity between those mediums), and a minor in religious studies. i graduated in may of this year.

now, as a child, my mom was very harsh about school, to the point that my cousins would not want to come over during summer breaks because they knew we would be doing some sort of worksheets that my mother had designed. my “free” time was filled with non-stop educational camps, day classes, documentary watching, museum trips with worksheets, etc. until i was about age 14. and i do know that on one hand i am extraordinarily privileged to have had those experiences, and i am very thankful for them! but the reason those stopped is because i also grew up with several undiagnosed, thus untreated and increasingly severe mental illnesses. so i’m sure you can make the connections necessary to see how… damaging… my mother’s academic pressure became. i didn’t continue with further extracurricular programs because i ceased to be able to go even to regular school. my anxiety, both academic and social, became so severe that i was placed on a local program called “home hospital school”, which is normally reserved for terminally ill patients. i eventually transferred to an “early college” program because i could not go back to “regular” high school and at that point, wanted to be done with school as quickly as possible.

i took a gap year after graduating with both my high school and 2-year college degree on the same day. i was terrified and exhausted and having regular breakdowns about having to apply for more undergraduate classes. eventually i applied to 2 programs just to appease my mother that i would have at least one school and a “back-up,” and my first choice was the program at UNC-CH i just graduated from. i attended therapy just to push myself to do those applications.

and the first half of my time at UNC was… terrifying and confusing. i didn’t know what i actually “wanted” to do with my life let alone my day-to-day time, what i enjoyed, or why i was there. my dissociative disorder grew worse during that time than it had in my entire life. but eventually, being away from my mother gave me the chance to explore topics i never thought were even possible in an academic space! i took classes where we played video games for an hour straight, talked about the social origins of different urban legends, dissected how people fall for conspiracy theories, excitedly discussed queer and disabled life as a form of radical resistance… i even got so lucky that in my senior year, i was able to take only the classes i wanted and had chosen for personal enrichment.

what i’m trying to say is that i’d forgotten that learning could be fun. the reason my mom pushed me so hard in the first place, that little spark she saw in my eye: i fucking love learning, i love to discover, to fuel my curiosity, to ask dangerous questions. i love digging into the meat of life and finding out why and how. because it helps me understand more about myself, my friends, my passions. i spent so long doing what my mother wanted that i no longer knew what i wanted, or who i even was outside of her expectations.

which is exactly the reason i can’t go back to school right now. what i hope anyone still reading takes away from my words is this: if the subject doesn’t make you hungry for more, it’s not the subject for you. if you’ve spent so long being force-fed that you can’t remember what’s actually good to eat anymore? you must re-learn not only how to chew, but how to truly taste your food.

‘cause personally i feel like i need to stock my kitchen with so many more ingredients before i’ll be ready to cook the meal i truly want, y’know? and i know some of those ingredients i probably don’t even know the name of yet. to go back to school right now would be limiting for me. i’m pirating anthropology essays, experimenting with new photography methods, taking metalworking classes, writing a fake thesis about my favorite band, reading and reading and reading whatever the hell i want about any weird subject that strikes me. i’m expanding my goddamn palate.

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springbloggy · 10 months

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Pre-Spiderverse stylization #2 - The Unreleased Disney pile

Now these are two CGI Disney projects that ended up being redone to become the finished movies that we got to see today. Both of these are quite fascinating IMO.

The first is American Dog. This was the last movie Chris Sanders worked on at Disney before being fired off the project, causing the movie to become Bolt. There was many reasons why the movie was reworked, the first being that the original premise of American Dog had all the animal characters being more anthropomorphic, with the ability to walk, talk, and even drive, which raised too many questions for Disney and Pixar staff. The second being the character "Ruthie", who was a mutant girl scout who tried to stalk and kill the main characters, which was deemed "too dark for a Disney film".

Despite some misgivings, there seemed to be a lot of charm and wonder in the settings that are somewhat gone in the final film. There aren't many CGI renders of the movie online and the ones that are available are in a mostly incomplete state, with their final coloring and texturing not applied, but what's out there that are complete are beautiful and even the ones that are in an unfinished state show promise, especially when compared to their source concept art.

The film had sort of a watercolor or painterly style to it, which made the environments look unique and sorta "homely".

In the final production, some of this styling seems to still be around, but it's a lot less apparent than it was with "American Dog", which in my opinion is kind of sad. The second movie that originally had a watercolor styling is Rapunzel Unbraided. Unbraided was reworked into Tangled after Iger took over Disney in the mid 2000s. Due to story issues, Unbraided was reworked back into an earlier Repunzel concept that had been meddled by Eisner due to the popularity of Shrek.

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The final movie has some of this, but not nearly as much as this test animation. Perhaps due to how taxing it would be to render or the short amount of time that Disney had to rework the project.

BONUS: The wimpy kid test animation.

This is an example of Post-Spiderverse styliztion, but I want to briefly discuss about it, because I think it's a great example of Disney's current state and their overall practices as a company.

During the 2020 Disney Investor Day presentation, Disney presented a test animation of an upcoming Diary of a Wimpy Kid movie production that looks a lot better than what released.

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The final movie was outsourced to another company, which makes me wonder if this test animation was actually created prior to Disney's acquisition of Fox and was created "in-house" by Blue Sky.

Given how the final release of Nimona also had a highly stylized feel that Blue Sky was testing before the buyout with "The Peanuts Movie", it adds more credence to this theory.

But please, don't quote me, this is just a theory after all.

So you may wonder: why doesn't Disney do stylization and the times they try, it looks bad or lesser compared to other studios?

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The main reasons are very simple: cost, trying to stick to a familiar style, and that many of the workers that were for stylization left the company. Overall the answer is simply Disney is cheap and full of executive meddling that goes back since the birth of the company. Thus why the final release of "Diary of a Wimpy Kid" was outsourced rather being done in house at one of Disney's studios.

The sad thing is, Disney has the tech, time, and resources to do stylization well. Introducing the Paperman short, a fantastic representation of Disney trying out CGI stylization that released in 2012! Six years before Spiderverse.

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The only reason why Disney is trying now, years after the Paperman short, and it somehow looks worse than that is because stylization in movies have been proven popular with audiences after Spiderverse, Puss and Boots, and other films. If they haven't been successful then, Disney wouldn't be (poorly) trying now.

What happened to the Paperman tech? I honestly have no idea. Maybe higher ups at Disney made a decision the tech would add to costs or rendering that wasn't worth it and threw it out. A decision that proved to be poor in the long run.

Or alternatively, this is the Paperman tech, being reutilized years later, but times have not caught up well to it at all and it looks worse with colored and textured animations than Disney anticipated. And because it has not been used or worked on for so long, there isn't a way to bring the technology into modern standards quickly.

Once again, these are just theories, and as far as I am aware there isn't documented evidence to suggest what happened to the technology yet. At least that I am aware of.

I hoped this helps people learn more about these lost Disney projects, as well as Disney's shaky history.

Special thanks to @lostdisney for uploading renders of American Dog that helped me discover more about these lost Disney productions.

#springy thoughts #disney #nimona #lost media #blue sky studios #animation #cgi #gifs #art inspo

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antiloreolympus · 1 year

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10 Anti LO Asks

(Note: All of these asks are before episode 206 (Season 2 finale) so some may be dated.) 1. ok but I love Rachel spent the latter half of 2021 being like ooooh Kronos is coming back!! this is a big deal!! only to timeskip ten years and NOTHING happened. like wow even Kronos isn't a big deal when it comes to how totally not pathetic Persephone is as a 30+ year old doing no work and only being obsessed with a guy she knew for a month. literal masterclass in awful writing. It's almost impressive how bad it is.

2. Deadass I don't even get why RS is like oh yeh nymphs and other creatures should be second class citizens but they're also all "trash" and thus its good and even encouraged to abuse and mistreat them. like yeah that's what was missing, racism where the marginalized group are evil and "deserve" to be abused and mistreated by those with all the power over them. THAT's what mythology was so sorely missing. jfc. I know a lot of the WT staff are white people and so is Rachel but wtf???

3. It's quite funny how a woman old enough to be my mother cannot draw or write worth shit and there are literal teenagers on this website who are a thousand times the artist and writer she could ever hope to be.

4. This isn’t me trying to be mean but like, why is everything from the book covers to the official merch so ,.. cheap looking? Like these are supposed professionals, not Rachel, doing it, yet they’re still so poorly designed and crafted. It doesn’t help the images Rachel gives time to work with are all in the rushed, ugly style now either 😪

5. I just find it funny that every time an LO fan or even WT promotes it its like ... they ONLY use art from the first 10-ish episodes at best. Like yall, that was over four years ago, why aren't you using current art to be more accurate? Like it's kinda telling on themselves they know the quality declined rapidly after the first few months but are like "just ignore that! look at this three good panels from 2018!"

6. I HATE those panels where RS tries to be anatomically correct to IRL humans and its like omg they look even worse (and are still wildly wrong anyway?? She cannot draw heads to save her life for real). Like lady just work within your stylization, there's a reason people picked up your work off what it used to be versus what it is now.

7. this isnt necessarily LO based but I do find it crazy how people like RS and her fans viewed the original hymn like ugh Demeter is such a bitch why wouldnt she be happy Hades married her daughter like .... you guys are aware ancient brides tended to be married at 14, right? maybe that's why Demeter was pissed and creeped out by him. They're so blinded by their fantasy of this "perfect Hades" that never existed over the truth of a mother defending her literal CHILD.

8. Zeus is objectively the only hot man on cast because he actually has a personality, fashion sense, and pretty hair meanwhile Hades just looks like a dusty old man with zero drip and a million and one red flags 🫣

9. "This style of story telling" what style? just lying and making everything up to where it matches nothing in mythology? my god, she's so concerned over looking like a clever writer who has everything planned out and knows more than anyone else (including actual greeks??? ma'am) over actually telling a decent story. ive never seen someone so self conscious about being perceived as a "real writer" before.

10. Why even use mythology when you won't keep any of the stories true to how they were, change all the relationships, and just make up whatever else instead? At that point just go "this was inspired by the greek myths" and use your own OCs, not claiming you're telling an accurate story with a ton of research put into it. Rachel really just wants to have her cake and eat it too, huh?

#anti lo #anti lore olympus #lore olympus critical #lo critical

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nickywhoisi · 2 years

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Hi again everyone. I have returned, maybe just momentarily, to let you know where I’ve been.

I took a lot of time off for myself to have a “redo” of my life. How this went was that, from Aug 20, I finally felt like I was free, moreso than I had in my life, and that was the best starting point for me to choose that year as 1993, my birth year. I have, through all of this time including now, realize that I have ultimately been battling a giant war against life for the sake of keeping pure and keeping corrosion out. And I mean NIGHTMARISH LEVELS OF CORROSION. It’s so hard for me to put those exact experiences into a perfect pure-feeling term, but basically it’s been like that for a shockingly long time...and one of the things that was so corroded was my own past and childhood. I desired to have a “reset” wherein I got to control life and my timespan for a while, and devote it entirely to the keepsakes I have from those times. I was beginning again, starting over with my life just how I wanted, and I let myself be a little baby for a while, then transition each day to adolescence, teenhood and then adulthood. It was all finally at my own pace. Though even then, the rare times I had to step outside meant that it had to be the current year again for a while, and I still ran across what I now know to be corrosion confrontations, which were sometimes so bad, I had to switch a year, and let it pass until the next day where I would redo it as well. I’m just glad that this plan worked out and it all fit into september before the last few days of the month.

There was also two giantly damaging events that occurred on the 26th...a certain governmental event I couldn’t afford to miss and was getting so stressed about (because I haven’t been feeling more than I can handle of that), and this resulted in me believing I needed to protect my most precious keepsakes, among which, my art and my videogame collection. This was from MY ENTIRE LIFESPAN, including my reset! And all I did was park somewhere where I thought it was going to be safe and untouched. But it so happened to be a kindergarten with apparently a private parking rule that I didn’t know about (and sadly, that part of the corrosive error is on me because I didn’t think to take some time to ask if it was okay, I was just too worried about being on time (additionally, I am aggravated that if I were not left in such a precarious situation, I would not have been so stressed out and thus careless about where I parked!)), and by the time I had a free moment to think about it, I checked on what was going on with my chosen parking space...and I got the shocking news that this asian prick decided, also at the fault of the police ordering him to, to THROW OUT MY THINGS WITHOUT ONCE WAITING FOR ME TO BE PRESENT TO EXPLAIN MYSELF. I had to run out of breath to that place, only to be confronted by the guy who did the deed AND look at the abject horror and misery that my two makings; my very history of being alive, my two greatest and purest of life’s passions...were thrown into a giant garbage bin without an iota of care. Not even an understanding that these items were covered in MY NAME, showing it defacto belonged to me, and nobody had the right to make the decisions they did. And what was all the worse was that I had every right to be livid at the guy and chew him out for what corrosive display he wrought on my HISTORY, MY PROOF OF BEING ALIVE ON THIS HELL ROCK, but he seriously thought he had any right to bombard me with angry accusatory words and ideas, as if he was openly victim blaming me for something I could barely pay attention to over the sound of my own crippling depression...how could I not continuously explode when I had to cry while rifling through the garbage and make sure that I rescued all of my poor keepsakes that I NEVER ONCE WANTED OR WAS PREPARED TO SEE AMONGST GARBAGE WHERE NONE OF IT BELONGS, all the while having my suicidal levels of stress upset and discomfort pressured even more by this unfeeling demon ch*** who never had a shred of shame for what he did saying the most useless, unhelpful and distressing things, likely on purpose, which naturally made me want to swipe at him with a cardboard box lid JUST TO GET HIM TO SHUT UP AND LEAVE ME IN PEACE. But that is when he said the worst thing; you stop or I call the police. I was screaming myself hoarse, wailing in such impossible misery, all because he refused to stop causing coarse corrosive stress towards me, and he was actually de-existing me. What de-existing me means, is that he was actively trying to delegitimize EVERYTHING that was happening to me right there. His profound offenses horrified me as these would never stop coming from him. I feel that this is the type of homonid,,,this inhuman thing, this “flesh homunculus”...is the very thing that I will have to kill one day in order for such corrosions in life to permanently stop, as I want. I got all of my posessions back, but it can’t feel like a true victory until I see this creature gone, and all like it. Please don’t worry about what this means. It just basically means I’ve figured out how to get rid of the things weighing down on my mind for good.

Sadly, just another one of these things bled it’s way into ruining another event that was supposed to remain pure. Some user who I don’t know at all made a heinous reply about me being “such a manchild” over a post subject that I had done nothing more than say my piece on, state that I would not accept anyone trying to @ me over having what just seemed to be different from the crowd opinion, and leave it at that. I learned that on some monday, around the time I left to give myself that long-needed break, I was entirely treated like trash, only fueling yet more of what I have lately been feeling...rather, I should say I’ve been collapsing under the weight of. I already feel bad enough that there are sociopaths like this on the world who troll and are so good at trolling that I do feel very defaced and wounded by. What hurts me even worse than that though, is the timing in which this happened. The one precise moment where all that has happened is processed, or as well as it can, that nothing else is going on, and I thought I had a free chance to muster up the courage and retry from where I left off. I gave this place just one more chance, or at least see how all of my friends are doing, only to see there is proof that people on tumblr, or perhaps tumblr itself, is no longer the place I thought I could have to be safe and I am surrounded by corroded sorts who don’t want me here, as a poor damaged person on the side of purity. I was about to say that I’m a pure person, but that would not be so true. I just want to be good and clear in my soul, and the corrosions of all life, from sirens and sickening-acting people in real life, the fact that real life has so much badness going on that it’s all become besmirched, to here online where corrosion and policing seem to have concaved everything to the point where nowhere is good and pure enough to promise the level of safety and comfort that I need most. Even Gaia online, another legacy site that I frequented from my life’s history as well, suddenly proved on the 25th that it apparently hated me for having a pure connection with it and for some reason hates me for not wanting to support it’s bad practises with money. Apparently they really are the scum who did not pay or support their artists the way they should, and it shows now in the latest “game” they have going on now.

So it’s a real damn shame, but I have to maybe...just never come back here. Ever again. Not seriously anyway. I wanted to do so much more here though. I wanted to be able to be like all of you, my friends, and you amazing artists in the choo choo groop, or the ttte/rws fandom for those unfamiliar. And be like VoiceBoss/Coco, and all of the other cool batman fandom artists too. Just happily posting my art, getting to know everyone, never having anything bad happen that would lead to a confrontation. But someone who bypassed the way I was trying so hard to curate my experiences here made me face the fact that I need a place where not just anyone is able to throw me out of a good thing, by any means. So I must look elsewhere, as I said, for a truly safe, quiet bubble to call my own and to get every ounce of relief and healing relaxation that has been so unreasonably denied of me. This sucks royal.

I believe the last things I might want to take care of is reblogging everything I have in my likes, catching up with my pals, letting y’all know about stuff, having one last farewell party to this blog, and...if I can manage it, I may only post my art/links to where I will be posting art from now on. Cause the last thing I want to do is promise good things I’d share, and then never make do. I’m not perpetuating that cycle of abuse after being a victim of it, no fucking way gang

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#god the corrosion is what never ends #that's apparently what I was talking about then #but I can finally categorize this kind of crumbling stress...which is why I can finally colllect myself again #and now I'm leaving behind what I know is part of that whole mess #I've luckily been getting way better at recognizing red flags knowing what's wrong and cutting them out from my life #I'm upset that I am losing what feels like a pure dream here #that was just...being part of the cool kids and being able to know what it's like to be just like everyone else for once #but I am also glad to get rid of a source of bad trouble #let's face it I was making a lot of posts that just illustrated how upset and unfulfilled I was and not even here was being helpful #tumblr is indeed a hellsite but not the fun kind #I have yet to even see a fun kind for that matter #But...I still want to have a way to keep in touch with all of you #because Nick does not abandon their friends #just go to the above links and you can see where I'll be #I hate literally everyone else with a fury uncategorized by civilization but I love you all just as strongly #because you're part of the few whom are actually paying attention to me and being at all caring about me #I recognize that and I want to do my best to show that it's not a mistake to invest in me #it's just been absurdly hard to find the right platform for me :/#please stay tuned for now! we're gonna have a post dump in a sec

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staircaseintherain · 6 days

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People, apparently: “Taylor Swift doesn’t have the right to use intense imagery of mental health institutions and their negative effects because she’s never publicly stated that she had anything ‘worse’ than depression and an eating disorder, and to use bipolar wording such as being ‘manic’ or in a state of ‘mania’ when she’s not said she has bipolar, and/or used the wording ‘wrong’ is bad, and an indication of her morals and lack of care.”

Me, has severe Bipolar and OCD, has experience with and is often threatened with being committed to said institutions, and has very intense depression, mania, and anxiety, amongst other things less relevant to the message of this post, and takes several medications, including an antipsychotic: “This album and music video makes me feel seen and also simpathetic to what she must have gone/is going through. I commend her for being vulnerable enough to say these things publicly where people will make fun of her and be cruel about it. I’ve gone through similar things and love this album/video because of this.” *reads internet posts* “what the fuck is happening”

My personal feelings on this below:

These comments and concerns are valid, especially if you are mentally ill and have experience with the negative parts of mental institutions and how mentally ill people have historically been and still are treated, but also policing her just for never publicly talking about a particular diagnosis even when she’s spoken on the feelings and experiences that clearly point to things she deals with (when speaking about her own mental state is also poked, prodded, and ridiculed simply because she’s a famous wealthy white woman, and thus can’t possibly have feelings that are valid, any experience with suffering and/or neurodivergence, or the right to talk about her experiences with mental health and suffering through her art, something she’s always done but has only been raked over the coals for because she gained popularity and fame), is not only reductive and unfair, but also makes people like me feel like I should not talk about my feelings either, because what if I’m not bipolar or depressed enough? I’m not currently committed or anything, regardless of my past experiences and current constant threatening of it if I make a wrong move. I’ve talked, joked about my idealization, and nearly committed suicide a lot in the past, but as I’m not currently dead or hospitalized, I can’t say anything about it, enjoy media that alludes to it, or should feel comfortable sharing these feelings in my own art. I said I was feeling manic yesterday but I was actually just on a sugar high, I’m now no longer allowed to use this wording because I was wrong, even though I’ve experienced it before and wasn’t using it as an invalidating joke. Do I have to give out documentation on all my diagnoses every time I say something about my own experiences, even if making light of them? Apparently so, as this post is basically doing just that.

I’ve never seen anyone talk about these things in regards to any other artist or piece of media as thoroughly and as often as her. If I saw any of these people critiquing or criticizing anyone using language or imagery that’s “wrong” or taking advantage of mentally ill people’s experiences, I’d give them more credit and possibly reconsider my own feelings. But I haven’t.

If I saw anyone casually and callously using mental health as a fun depiction when they had nothing to do with the experiences, I not only would be extremely triggered and upset, but would also feel these things the posts and critiques are verbalizing, so I’m not saying they aren’t valid feelings to have, especially with an artist as large and publicly accessible as she is. But after listening to her for years and following her experiences, she has never made me feel this, because it is not new information, just more frank and vivid, as clearly her recent experiences worsened the feelings and issues she already had been having for years, and she’s no longer a young adult (who became famous in the early 2000s, when talking about mental health was as awful and used for jokes as talking about being gay was) but an adult woman in her thirties who has clearly recognized she was having these negative feelings and experiences and decided to use her art to help get through them. It’s also because she is using them to talk about relationships, which can absolutely fuck up your mental health especially if you were already having difficulty, (something she’s always been criticized for even though she dated about as much as any 20 year old had). She has been previously emotionally abused by older men and cancelled publicly by the world because of what turned out to be manipulation and lies, that she protested her innocence and was called bad and terrible and a liar for on a global scale, which are some other experiences that would have done nothing good for her mental health, regardless of if she had or hadn’t been already experiencing depression or other mental illness, and that she as plainly said she hasn’t gotten over the trauma of experiencing.

It’s not as if she said bullshit like “haha I clean a lot, must have ocd lol, wow saw a leaf and thought about eating it intrusive thoughts are wild” (something I run into a lot, and as I have severe enough OCD that it hampers my life and ability to function, is extremely difficult and infuriating to hear being used jokingly, incorrectly, and casually). She said she was in a manic phase or state, as someone who has dealt with this, it doesn’t seem like it wasn’t true, even if it was worded poorly or however you view it. I also didn’t see her making fun of others mental health, only saying it contributed to the relationship ending, which is something that can happen, and as a commonly diaristic writer, she can express that she felt like this was a contributing factor in the breakdown of a relationship and as something that made her feel worse as a result without it being a joke or insult. These are her personal feelings on her experiences, not a call out namedropping someone and saying they were diagnosed with depression, how dare you have feelings other than adoration of me, haha you’re suffering let me take advantage of this. She takes accountability for everything constantly, even things that were on multiple parties and not just herself, but that’s not enough for many people, I’ve noticed.

If you personally aren’t comfortable with hearing or seeing these things, take this as a trigger warning, don’t watch or listen to them, but don’t come back with” it was wrong of her to do this” takes because you personally don’t feel she’s mentally ill enough or has suffered enough to be “allowed” to use them. Everyone reacts to things differently, and my own mostly positive experience with how this album made me feel doesn’t mean everyone will feel as I do when listening to her talk about her perceived issues, and that’s fine, but instead of attacking her and others for doing this, can you not simply stop interacting with the art that triggers you?

I know as a fan none of this will be taken seriously and I’ll just be called a kissass or “crazy obsessed swiftie” or something like that, because that’s always how it goes, but you can like something and talk about it critically, if you need to, and this particular thing I don’t think is as bad or big of an issue for all the fuss everyone is making. There are other things you can look at and have problems with, that’s valid, even if personally I don’t understand the need to publicly talk about things you don’t like, I just feel like using mental illness as an excuse to do so puts me off hard, because you invalidate the experience and feelings of others by doing so. But as soon as you say you’re a fan of her, that invalidates you and your opinion, I’ve often seen and experienced.

I’m not trying to start arguments, because I can’t handle that shit and that’s why this blog is literally separate from my personal one and also secret, I have to ignore people shitting on her and fans of her constantly, and have for like thirteen years. I just am tired of the hate constantly expressed toward her and fans of her suddenly turning into mental health discourse. It’s exhausting and more triggering than the thing the discourse is discourse-ing about.

#should i even tag this #or will i get yelled at #the past week has already got me close to breaking #i cant handle anything else #my birthday is tomorrow i want to enjoy it #nobody follows this blog so nobody is gonna see this if i dont tag it #is it worth it #im so fucking tired

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lrfinalproject · 14 days

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Dante's Inferno

This hell talks about having 9 levels or circles. I like the sound of this a lot because it seems like it would a great idea for a game and each floor could have it's own boss or something. I am intrigued by this image as it looks exactly the same as a boss in a game I play.

This is from Splatoon 3 and it's called Asynchronous Rondo. It even has 9 layers to it which is even weirder so I'm not sure if the developers did this intentionally. The 9 circles of hell make it so the more you've sinned the lower down you are in this tower and will "endure less torment". The first circle is more of a telling off for those that don't believe god and it's just a lesser version of heaven. I find this idea of hell to make the most sense as certain people can be more evil than others thus they should be sorted properly. It also says that Jesus will sometimes show up to take some people from the first floor straight to heaven.

On the second circle is says people who were sent there deliberately tried to sin. There is also an underworld judge called Minos who will decide your fate and will throw you into the next circle with his tail. What I find interesting is the tail will wrap around the sinner a number of times equal to which circle they are sent to. It also says this circle is for people that are overcome by lust which isn't a sin my game explores.

The third circle explores the sin of gluttony. I'd consider gluttony to be a sin in my game considering the demon wants to eat you. There is also a 3 -headed beast which will maul and claw anyone in there. What I find funny is the people who are exploring fills the 3 headed monsters mouths with mud and that stops them. I find it weird how they make this monster out to be scary and it gets beaten by mud.

The fourth circle explores the sin of greed. There is a wealthy deity here who tries to "menace" the two travelers with "cryptic words" but they manage to protect themselves from it. The punishment on this circle is using weights as weapons which they push with their chest so fairly painful.

The fifth circle explores the sin of wrath which is also a sin my game explores since the monster is seen as angry. The punishment here is that the wrathful are constantly fighting in this swamp. The passively wrathful are said to be drowning in a black sulkiness choking on their own wrath so pretty horrific. The explorers Dante and Virgil don't face this punishment as Virgil blessed Dante with words used to describe Christ.

The sixth circle explores the sin of heresy. The punishment on this circle is being trapped in a flaming tomb so not very pleasant. It also talks about specific names that are currently in those tombs so I imagine they probably committed horrible acts.

The seventh circle explores the sin violence which my game explores since the monster is attacking you. It says this is where all the murderers and war-makers go. The punishment is forever drowning in boiling blood seeing as they have spilled so much.

There is also a second round on this circle where the suicidal go and supposedly turn into trees where they get eaten by harpies so both punishments are fairly horrible.

The third round is a plain of burning sand. It says those who were violent towards god are stretched over these sands, towards nature have to run in circles and the ones violent towards art have to crouch in this sand.

The monster in this circle is Geryon which is a 3 headed winged giant who helps the explorers get to the next circle. Something I am noticing is these explores seem to have some sort of exception with being here which leads me to believe they are believers of god thus not getting punished.

The eighth circle explores the sin of fraud. This is a pit that has ten deep ditches each ditch getting worse than the next. The first has seducers, the second has flatterers, the third has people who commit simony, the fourth has sorcerers which in this context means scientists, the fifth has barrators, the sixth has hypocrites, the seventh has thieves, the eighth has counsellors of fraud, the ninth has sowers of discord and the tenth has falsifiers.

The final circle explores the sin of treachery. This is a frozen lake where the sinners are frozen. The people here have committed treachery towards those they had special relationships with. It's said to be frozen as the sinners are denials of human warmth. This is interesting as you usually see hell as a fiery wasteland but this is a frozen wasteland. The first ring has traitors to their own kindred and they still get to keep their heads out of the ice so they can bow. The second ring has traitors to their own country and they still get to have their heads out of the ice but not their necks. The third ring has traitors to their guests who are fully encased in ice. The final ring has traitors to their lords who are also fully encased in ice but are also distorted in weird positions.

The last part is the centre of hell where those who committed the ultimate sin go which is also where the devil is.

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le-wrong-generator · 7 months

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New Blog

I decided to make a blog to share my hot takes about the real important issues that plague our modern society: modernity.

Modernity is bad. For every 1 good new thing that is made, 99 old things get replaced by inferior counterparts. The degradation of society seems unstoppable. Resistance is futile. We can only watch the collapse of old norms as the world spirals into worse and worse versions of itself.

I came to this revelation watching anime. Old anime is simply superior to new anime in every possible metric. Once I realized that, everything started making sense.

The reason the world sucks is that it has gone to shit, deliberately, for no reason other than to replace the old good with something new even if it's worse. Every aspect has thus become a worse and worse iteration of its previous self. I look fondly at the retro ages when everything was better. The modern world is in a constant pursuit for the bleeding edge that disregards all common sense and everything that was built upon before. I fight the disdain of modernists for the old with my own vastly greater disdain for the new.

All old things are better. I didn't experience them first hand, but I know in my heart they are. Having lived my entire life in the modern world, I think I have plenty of experience about modernity to say modernity sucks.

I haven't played that many old games, but I know they are better. And I haven't used Windows 95, but I know that it's better. I never visited a geocities website, but I know they were better. Those were different times with when things were better. There was a charm then that seems gone now. The limitations of the technology allowed for a vast field of abstractions that were their own thing. Once the limitations were removed, we started an endless chase to abandon the genre that had been founded and move to the next limits of the technology, for no reason besides that we could. We didn't stop to think we were making things worse. Being cutting edge on its own had value for some reason. I think that was stupid. What we have now is worse. This isn't my subjective opinion. It's objectively worse and I could find many studies in decades of industries to back it up. But nobody cares because it's modern and everyone hates retro. Fools, they don't know what is good.

Although I'm only an expert in matters of computers and the Japanese arts, I suspect the degeneration by modernity permeates others aspects of society as well, like fashion and music. My theory is that the OGs that pioneer a field with their greatness have a varied repertoire of knowledge, but the second, third and subsequent generations that follow their steps draw their inspiration instead from the generation that came before then. This means that the OG extracts ideas from the outer world, while their descendants merely create rehash what came before them. Like an incestuous relationship, modern creators ruin their creative gene pool by keeping things in family (in industry). Ironically, this means they aren't trying to break new ground by creating new things, but simply do the same things that were done before them, without the varied external knowledge that their predecessors had. This leads to the homogenization of creativity. Creations stop having intrinsic value and instead are pinned to an extrinsic standard of value shared between the current generation, a.k.a. the trends.

Based on this, it's with great sadness that I conclude: all new industries eventually go to shit. It's an unavoidable phenomenon and a natural mechanical process built into their lifetimes. In a new industry, there are no expectations, no metagame, but as the industry matures, schools train new workers with a meta in mind, producers, distributors, and consumers all pitch in to influence this meta, and so the adherence of the industry to unfounded ever-changing expectations is created by means of collective self-indoctrination. All gears turn smoother when they fit within expected ranges. There's too much to risk by going against the trend, too many people involved into this now. The projects are larger and the pipelines are settled. If you don't use them, you fall behind. The competitiveness of a mature industry forces its players to do not what they think is good, but what they think is safe. To copy previous successes, to distinguish themselves, and to stay within safe limits. The fine balance of these forces crushes it all into a narrow and perilous corridor, each generation making it turn into ways unpredictable and nonsensical. But alas the industry must abide to its whims, for there's no industry if they do not.

I have no idea where this path will lead us, but, based on where were are now from where we came from, I don't like the trajectory. I have no faith in it or its future. It will only get worse from now on and there's nothing we can do to change this. Give up. No point in trying. The fight was over before we even saw the ring. All we can do now is reminisce and preserve, and hope future generations get the chance to witness what real good looked like, before all these shenanigans ruined everything.

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