okay, so in a rare moment for me, there's a discourse thing i want to bring up, and that thing is. okay. so on iskall's stream there's this thing that can happen where someone brings up a criticism of his content or vault hunters. frequently it's self-evidently wrong, but sometimes it's not. and then iskall spends the next thirty minutes shadowboxing this guy, explaining himself, and completely derailed. and this is an iskall trait we all know and sigh bemusedly about, because he cares about the community and wants people to understand his intentions! he wants the community to understand his decisions!
however, it's not the community as a whole he's fighting; he is in fact, arguing with One Guy, who often doesn't represent the wider community, and who normally won't have their mind changed. hell, sometimes it's believable that they're satisfied having just managed to upset iskall, and they'll leave, no change to their mind, perfectly pleased that iskall's responding at all (that's what i firmly believe the people who poke at the 'you don't upload enough and that means you're falling off and a bad person' wound are trying to do, at least).
in the vault hunters community, we refer to this as iskall getting One Guyed, and it's typically viewed as bad, because it ends up focusing an entire moment on a single guy's negative opinion as opposed to on the larger picture. and it's an understandable thing to have happen! but it's frustrating to watch from the outside.
and so now i am looking at that cat poll. and the way everyone is still shadowboxing someone who has since apologized. and the way i would have never ever known about any of the negative comments about jellie if it weren't for fellow mcyt fans constantly putting them on my dash to dunk on them. and it's like. if you look through the notes most of them are just... normal? it's only a tiny few of people (and the pollrunner, who has since apologized) who were being dicks. it's a very, very ignorable demographic.
but. well. there was One Guy. and we had to correct them.
and folks, i don't know how to say that i almost never see "lol mcyt is cringe" type comments unless one of you puts it on my dash. both because i don't go looking through the notes of things that are likely to have them or go looking for reasons to be upset and because it's just... not that common! very frequently these days it is, in fact, One Guy!
i have almost never seen that poll on my dash without at least one instance of the One Guy. instead of being for fun, it's mostly become about explaining ourselves to someone who will not listen and will not change their minds, and treating this as a the whole of the Other Side of that poll, when most people are being... fine. they're fine! the majority of the people voting for the other side are doing it for perfectly normal reasons that don't require fighting about.
and man. let me tell you. after spending as long as i have watching vault hunters development? it can be just as frustrating to watch a fandom get One Guyed as it is to watch iskall.
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A/N: you didn't include a prompt with your proof, so I chose a meta fic on the poll itself as a catfight.
“And now…” calls the announcer, raising a hand— “Nefarious Anglerfish versus Jellie!”
Jellie crouches in the arena, stares at this Anglerfish, and her neck fur prickles. The Anglerfish is a tottering things, trapped in a box, its tail hanging over its head limply. Its fur is white and smooth and its eyes are dark and wide. It stares at her, takes a step forward. Jellie steps back, stumbles, hisses deep in her throat. Something is wrong with this cat. Something is wrong here.
She remembers the other cats she’s killed to get here—two others, both gingers. She remembers taking them down, going for the neck, tearing them apart with sharp teeth. Her tail lashes, whip-quick and frantic. Jellie tries to meet the Anglerfish’s eyes, and it does not focus on her. Its box wobbles on soft legs that look like cat trees.
Somewhere, beyond her, the audience is booing her. They cheer on the Anglerfish, scorn her for her owner—scorn her for her father—scorn her for her lightness, the way she holds herself as a queen, the way her paws flicker into blocks if she concentrates. They scorn her father for something he is not, something he has never been, something that someone he has never met has done, and they think themselves right—and at her scorning, the Anglerfish strengthens and senses her weakness.
Jellie meows, low and long, glances quick-sharp around. Her ears flatten against her skull. She dodges a swipe, clumsy and blunt, and it strikes a shallow scratch on her flank. She nearly launches herself at the Anglerfish, and then decides firmly against it. She has nowhere to bite, not with this strange Anglerfish—not even a cat! Not even a cat! This beast is neither cat nor robot, but a fish, and Jellie—she reigns over Scarland and the Diamond Throne, and she is losing to this Anglerfish.
Somewhere, beyond her, she hears a cheer for her.
She pricks her ears, and—there! A member of the audience brings more who love her, who enjoy her, who know who she is. And they bring more, and they cheer her on—oh, the Anglerfish’s criers are strong, but they offer all they can to bribe the indecisive, and she lifts her head and bathes in the praise.
A lunge from the Anglerfish throws her off, and she gets up, tail whipping, spitting fury. The Anglerfish seems indifferent, impassive. She will live forever in every world she enters, while this Anglerfish is but a passing moment, a mechanical construct that ebbs in time. And she is more than a memory. She is more than a contestant in a ring, watched by an audience that hates and loves her both—somewhere, someone offers their writing up, somewhere someone offers a doodle, both for her, none for the Anglerfish, she digs her claws into the stone below and fluffs up her fur and snarls.
The Anglerfish finally lets out a low, moaning noise, like a cow, like indigestion. Jellie steps back, steps to the side, circles the enemy. She glimpses a scoreboard, two options, and two faint images—one of herself, one of the Anglerfish.
(She remembers—cold-dark-black. She remembers—waking in another arena, with a soft ginger tom staring her down—its fur spiked along its back, its eyes glowing yellow. She remembers—hearing them cry, hearing them sing, hearing them shout. She remembers—taking her claws and bringing them down and tearing and killing and falling back. She remembers dying. She remembers reviving. She remembers dying again, and being brought back against this monstrosity, and she remembers raising her head and howling triumph to those who would listen.
She does not remember this crowd.)
The audience meets her eyes, in all their chaotic cheering. She can hardly hear the Anglerfish’s criers, or perhaps that is her indulging her ego. The arena flickers with danger, and Jellie’s heart beats a-thump a-thump a-thump in her chest. The Anglerfish staggers toward her, and she leaps out of the way with the swiftness of a deer.
How did it get this far? Perhaps by its weight—she knows that if she manages to get herself caught under that box, she will be crushed by it, Perhaps its tail lit and entranced a few polls ago—if she squints, she can still see a faint pulsing glow, like a heartbeat, like a glow squid—but even if it does work now, it does not work on her, survivor of the Turf and the Life Series and the Buttercup wars. It does not work on her, she who has all this song of love in her ears.
(Beyond her, the crowd chants her name—beyond her, her fans hope desperately—beyond her, the crowd erupts in discordant clamor.)
She bats at the soft carpet that lines the Anglerfish’s box, and she tears out some. Then more comes, her claws shredding the soft, ripping it away. Her startled meows rise to a triumphant screech, and she takes to the Anglerfish as she does any other task—in vibrant bursts and sharp claws and a bloodthirsty yowl in her throat.
For Scar, she thinks, and remembers her death—and then, with a shriek, she dives into this final competition, bloody and desperate and biting.
She will not disappoint.
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Tähtipölyä - completed Warriors map
Joan Of Arc - Complete Warrior Cats MAP
GOLDEN AGE OF WARRIORS MAP
Marshal Dear - Mapleshade (Warrior Cats MAP)
Warriors Labyrinth MAP
Meet me in the Woods - [COMPLETE 48 hour Warrior Cats M.A.P]
SPOTTEDLEAF MAP - Tears to Shed
♢Ebenezer Scourge ~ COMPLETE MAP♢
The Exit / Brambleclaw & Hawkfrost / COMPLETED MAP
Centuries - Completed Warriors Clan Founder MAP - Dawn of the Clans
The Fire Came Travelling ~Complete Firestar MAP~
Reflektor - Warrior Cats MAP *COMPLETE*
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We have finally finished this project, and thus, The World's Worst Dating Sim is finally DONE! Just in time for April Fools Day. Now, with our six new contestants, choose, uhh... who's dateable? Or not dateable? This last batch was determined almost entirely by People Telling Us Who To Add, contains multiple AUs, and is... hmm. "Unconventional" may be a good term? Half of these are probably undateable but you can still shoot your shot.
As previously, it can be a platonic date if you want, you just can't be neutral. Deadlander Lambda belongs to @cordycepsbian and has been moved into our studio for duration of this poll. Profiles below the cut.
(we're linking the first poll here)
Deadlander Lambda - Maybe - Deadlander - Good question - At least a little bit
This, uhh...
...is this safe? We don't think this is safe. ..."Already had kids before"? What do you mean it's a parent?
...well, we can't get it out of the studio, so it's an option now? We guess? This... really doesn't seem like a good idea.
Rogu - He/him - Ant drone - Very rude to ask a gentleman that, don't you think? - I wouldn't worry about that.
A charming mystery from somewhere only described as "a faraway land", though he wasn't quite scheduled in this lineup, we think we can make an exception. This silver-tongued bug seems to be able to say just what's needed to get under your skin... and from the look of it, he's angling to take you somewhere private.
...come to think of it, haven't we seen that face before? On a poster, maybe? Well, it's not a surprise he's been modelling for things, he's certainly got a pretty enough face for it, but why do we feel... nervous, all of a sudden?
Carmina - She/(scribbled in)it - (illegible) - (illegible) - (illegible)(scribbled out with "No longer relevant" written in its place)
...where is she? She was meant to show up hours ago. What on earth could have held her up this long?
Pebbles - He/him - Moth ("iterator") - Juvenile (estimated) - Unclear
Right out of surgery, this one. While we're not sure if it's entirely responsible to include this one, and we certainly don't speak whatever language he's speaking... he's cute, isn't he? And looking for a home? Well, maybe if you're the sort of person who might want to rescue a domestic moth in a bad situation...
Wereweevil Vi - It/its (wereweevil form) - Wereweevil - 19 - Aro
Pre-existing hangups mean that you can only date this one in wereweevil form. Good luck.
Kina - She/her - Mantis (big) - Haven't asked - Also haven't asked
Well, we assume that you can do less lethal than the bandit who people mostly know thanks to her former job as a corpse disposal unit, but some people might be into that sort of thing, honestly. Are you, perchance, also a mantis?
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Best character surnamed: Nangong
Come and vote for the best characters with the same surname!*
What does best mean? It's up to you! Whether you love them, are intrigued by their characters, love to hate them, or they're your '2 second blorbos whose personality you made up wholesale', these are all reasons for you to vote for your favs!
*note, the surnames are not exactly the same in all the cases, as often there will be a different character. I am, however, grouping them all together otherwise things got more complicated.
Propaganda is very welcome! If I’ve forgotten anyone, let me know in the notes.
This is part of a larger series of ‘best character with X surname’ polls’. The overview with ongoing polls, winners, and future polls can be found here
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