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gn4wz-0n-b0n3z · 1 month

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ithink this is what tumblr would be like in the dogman universe: a simulator

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can those villain asshats get control of those goddamn monsters i have lost literally every single fucking thing thanks to those brainless pieces of shits last week a fucking T-REX SKELETON destroyed my fucking HOUSE and everything around it

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how are you able to say those words

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what words?

🪻 inmylane-1999 the a word, f word, and s word

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oh i see you're one of the Collardale inhabitants. screw the fuck off your town is a CURSE

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what did i do? :(

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hnstly i dont get y Daryl hangs arnd that pig guy hes rlly mean & bad

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didnt u help us go after him when he ditched us after the mini jail broke 2 bits?

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yeh butt hes still rlly mean & i was a lil moar concerned 4 Daryl

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ohhhh kk

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🐕 zupabuddiezthezenutz

zomg did u guyz watch that new mini-documentary w/ Petey The Cat n Zarah Hatoff??? that waz tragickk..

#holy shart i have so much moar respect 4 him now..

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still dont know why people are supporting Petey Duckhat just because of that documentary, didn't he terrorize the city for more than a month or two?? ntm he quite literally MUTILATED Officer Knight and Greg The Dog's bodies bad enough with that bomb to where they had to become that sick and horrible abomination i have to stomach through seeing on the news every week.

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i know right?? like hes genuinely a horrible cat but people are supporting him for no other reason other than "oh hes a victim!!" like shut the fuck up and grow up.

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op i wouldn't say DogMan is sick and horrible, he seems to be in great condition despite such an accident and hard surgery to conduct, and looks perfectly happy. while i don't support Petey Duckhat either, you took it a step further and suggested that DogMan is currently in conditions horrible enough to render him an "abomination".

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dont you post tips for fucking evil monsters on your blog.

#LMAOOO dude was SLAUGHTERED so hard they deactivated #redogs

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🌭 24hotdogsatyourdoorstep

walking on the street with a small can of living spray in my pocket and the nearest cop explodes into blood guts and viscera

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🦷 bigmonsterinyourheart

okay i get that Dr. Scum is a real and kinda sucky person and all that but his labcoat kinda fucks!!

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✨ lookatthestars

Hot take or whatever but I don't think we should trust a guy who gets really distracted by squirrels and balls and a kitten who could easily get hurt to protect our city. Lightning Dude IS one of the better options as they ARE a highly durable and strong robot, but The Bark Knight and Cat Kid maybe aren't our best bets, they could get hurt easily and aren't exactly professionals.

Don't get me started on the Friendly Friends, I don't think we can trust two guys who JUST left the same exact trio that was responsible for that marshmallow factory's destruction (which left many injured, some DEAD), what if they're pretending? Also the bugs could easily get killed, they're small and fragile, the most work they can do without a high risk of getting smashed is spying on villains.

Commander Cupcake's a different story, as I'm pretty sure that guy only helped out, like, 3 times.

#anti-supa buddies #anti-friendly friends #twinkle twinkle little star

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dude imagine if we were in a book rn and ppl were posting on tumblr abt us

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remember, calico trans toms are perfectly valid! even cis toms can be calicos, and fur pattern doesn't determine exact gender, especially with fur dying technology nowadays! :)

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#dogman #dog man #matthew.txt #IVE BEEN WORKING ON THISS POST FOR 4EVER TRYING 2 FIGURE OUT DOGMAN UNIVERSE DISCOURSE TOPICS

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mantisgodsdomain · 5 months

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Tags from this post segmented off into a post of their own (if you don't want to click that link, then just the phrase "ancient iterator dick discourse" should suffice. We have strong opinions about iterator construction because we live with a guy who manages large-scale construction projects and such like this for a living and it's really hard to listen to half a dozen calls about the legalities of one (1) bridge and budgeting and materials construction and the legally mandated fund for art on major construction projects and then just buy in to hundreds of years of iterator designs using a single thing made by one guy without changing a single piece of it or at the very least having eighty engineers arguing the shit out of it.

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#we speak #realistically it would just require more specific tinkering w what we choose to include but we still think the dickscourse is funny #it's the image of a bunch of ancient monks gathering around to very seriously debate decisions with the upcoming iterator project #and then the whiteboard is just like. “ITERATORS: dick or no?” #(vital context: we got hung up on the semantics of people giving their iterators actual genitals in smut) #(as the existence of that on the puppet implies that someone had to design and manufacture and ship that shit for the finished iterator) #(and the general aura of the ancients instantly catapults this to fucking hilarious because it implies job titles like “dick director”) #(and work emails about iterator pipe written in the exact same cadence as all of the ancient correspondence we see in-game) #we dont think a lot of people designing iterators really Get the sheer amount of semantics and construction and effort and PEOPLE #that go into a project of the iterator's scale #especially when hundreds of them have been constructed! theres gonna be a whole ass trail of design changes and iterations! #youre gonna have hundreds of years of iterators being designed and technology coming into fashion and out of fashion #and things being integrated and things becoming obsolete and things being more or less practical as time goes on! #you cant really say that All Iterators have a trait because the sheer scale and timeframe theyre built on means thats near impossible #our windows 95 writing computer has different construction and deeply different design to a laptop from 2023 #despite them technically being the same type of technology #you expect tech developed hundreds of years apart to be The Same? absolutely not. theres gonna be eight trillion weird design quirks #accumulated both in the construction process and in the continued design refinement and improvement stage #...which is to say that you can and should write what u want but if youre gonna include pleasure inducing wires then we want like #a 40k word essay on how this got into the design how it wound up in future designs what function the wires perform that makes them Like That #and so on and so forth #we admire the confidence and ingenuity of the people who want to fuck the robots but we cannot get into their fantasies with good conscience #we live in the same house as an engineer who manages largescale construction and we also know too much about designing technology #...we should segment these tags into a separate post or something. we've gone WAY off-topic.

#we speak #questionable content #rain world #iterators #technically some of this stuff isnt TOO out there for bad design decisions?#the library that sunk because they didnt account for it bearing the weight of the books comes to mind #but generally those things get caught and they dont last like. DECADES of design decisions especially when they have to house EVERYONE #shoddy design decisions affecting things for years generally happens in areas where not too many people are checking ur work #not on the very fundamentals of the city that everyone is going to have to live on #at the very least if theres a disastrous design flaw itll be the kind of thing that comes up years down the line #and becomes an anecdote they tell new iterator engineering students in design class for years to come #rather than sticking around in the design forever #everyone lives on that fucking robot.

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oh-for-fic-sake · 2 years

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Okay but what happens if August is taking an interest in your crochet hobbie?

🤩🤩🤩🤩 omg omg yes! I may have gotten a little carried away with this 😅

When he first saw you crocheting he didnt know what to think. You looked like you were tying knots with a stick, but he didnt want to interfere youd show him what you were up to eventually.

What ever you were doing kept you quiet and happy. Plus it was cute watching you poke your tongue out when you were concentrating.

A few hour later you were infront of him bouncing excitedly and popped a tiny ball on his desk.

It wasnt untill he really looked he saw it had a little face on it, with a tash

You called it a stress ball and were over the moon with your creation. It was a little messy clearly the work of a beginner but he was touched. And it instantly became a fixture on his desk.

After watching you slowly make more and more tiny projects he decided he liked this little hobby of yours. It was both creative and usefull. Especially when you made your little wrist warmer.

Within a week he was an expert. He knew the difference between a boye hook or susan bates. He also knew the types of handles, swing hoom, comfort grip, long shaft everyrhing!

He had scared the hell out of the lady in the shop for even daring to suggest some $3.49 beginners metal hooks for his baby girl. He'd been so mad that he dropped all the things hexd picked out on the floor infront of her and walked out before he started cussing her out.

That shop had shut down now, tax evasion apparently.

Insead he'd gone online and ordered you the top of the line custom cherry wood, turned hooks with your name engraved on them, he also splashed out getting an insane amount of yarns and little wool crafting supplies.

He even spent a good few hours of reserach on the difference between chenille sharp needles and darning neesdles. In the end he got both

He would buy super expensive yarns for you to use, and began building you a little craft room.

He also bought up every cute stuffy pattern book he could find. And insisted you use the exact matching yarns and colours.

He would 100% help you when you have to rewind a skien of yarn because you got it in knots.... and then got you a wool winder.

9/10 he will have you next to him when he is home. Every single room has a big basket of yarn, a set of hooks scissors and stitch markers for you to make something.

The day you found chenille yarn was an expensive day for august. But he didnt care you were over the moon. He'd never realised how much some fluffy yarn could mean to you.

He was proud of you when you began making the bigger toys and overcome issues with the safety eyes. Youd gotten a mini pink gluegun and stuck the pieces together.

And the chenille didnt blister your fingers like the other coarse yarn! So you could crochet all day every day if you wanted to!

He quickly began his own collection of mini stuffies in his office and is constantly stealing more from your completed projects. Just because he likes having a timeline of your progress.

He adors the fact you have a hobby away from technology. Something about his babydoll reviving an old craft made him proud.

He even let you try to teach him a few stitches but for the life of him he couldn't get the hang of it. And dont even mention the whole pattern thing. Just no.

He makes requests, new gloves, a pair of slippers, hat scarf. Anything he can think of that you could make for him. He loves how excited you get when your making something he wants.

I think he'd start instilling no tech days. Twice a week there woudl be no screens or phones. Just him reading out loud as you crochet next to him.

When you finally ran out of room for your dolls he'd suggest you sell them online.

You werent sure at first but after the first two sell your over the moon. Youd never know he had been promoting your stuff to some of the women in the office.

Before you know it your his little business baby. Running a tiny stuffie empire making your cute toys and selling them online. Youd even gone into the rattle business~

Yes he had gotten you one of those big leather 'boss chairs' in pink for your craft room. And no he didnt regret it you looked adorable in it.

August absolutly adores your hobby, and is completely supportive of his tiny baby dolls shop.

Others might frown on him encouraging in your yarn hording but he didnt care. He'd much rather you be addicted to fluffly skiens of yarn, then alchol.

#ask lexi #perfect ask is perfect #here is a headcannon #fluffy headcanon #august walker #august walker x reader

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violentviolette · 1 year

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"telling someone incorrect information about a media franchise will never have the same potential for harm the way telling someone incorrect information about their mental health or illness or their loved ones murder will and i think its important to keep that perspective in these discussions. especially because i think the blurred line between media and real world topics, and people consuming real world topics the same way they do media, and treating them like they're essentially the same and approach researching them in the same way is a big part of this problem." I've been saying this for ages you are so real for this. It's genuinely a big issue that people have grown the tendency to compare every form of media that they consume to real life issues, which then desensitizes them to said real life issues. It's a big issue that people compare content relating to fictional characters who do not exist and are not sentient as on the same level as real, living and breathing people. Is it annoying when people mix fanon with canon to the point that the entire message behind a media has lost itself ? Yes, it very much is. But does that loss harm anyone on a physical, mental, emotional or psychological level ? Nowhere close. This technological age makes me so uneasy because of the ever increasing comparison of media to real life events, and the continuous belief that "fiction affects reality" + "fiction = reality." If fiction *does* genuinely affect reality, then that would mean violent video games inherently make someone violent and horror movies inherently make someone a murderer. I say that: if you already struggle with anger issues, exposing yourself to more violent forms of media without critical consumption will obviously worsen the symptoms, along with horror movies giving you ideas on how to kill that one relative you've fantasized killing for the past half decade—the only thing that affects reality are idiots who lack critical thinking. A comparison I can think of that people bring up to debate that "fiction affects reality" are the trends of fictional cats and rabbits consuming milk and carrots respectively. It's so silly because if you're planning to become a parent to an animal, it is your JOB to do research into that animal's diet, livelihood, habitat, body language etcetera. Why are you trusting the livelihood of a talking cartoon character ? Sorry for the long ask, but what you said is so important and I hope people adopt that mindset more, especially with this growing technological social media age.

no apologies neccessary anon u are absolutely correct and u should say it

media should not be where people are getting actual real life applicaple information. *no one* should look at a work of fiction in any form and just assume that whats being said or done is accurate information that they can just apply to their real life. and the same goes the other way around. when u want to research mental health topics or world history or a science, no one should be approaching it the same way as digging through their favorite shows wiki.

but there's been this huge kind of like. fandomification of social justice and social science and other topics like this where instead of understanding the critical nuance of these things and approaching them with a research minded perspective and an understanding of the nuance needed because so many things in real life are contradictory and complex and have eons of context, people approach them like tv shows. they think if they just read enough information and consume enough of the "content" surrounding it then they'll be able to fully understand and grasp them and then be able to educate others about them as some kind of authority and it just makes me want to scream from the rooftops that *thats not how any of this works*

the desensitization thing is also so real. u genuinely cannot have a single conversation about a real world topic without someone bringing up media and i dont know how else to nicely tell people that that is in no way relevent and actually actively harmful. trying to relate everything in life back to media and not being able to talk about a topic without including media will genuinely rot ur brain because it completely desensitizes u to the issue of harm. being wrong about media will never ever have the same impact that being wrong about mental health or physical health or animal welfare or public wellbeing will

#jack.speaks #anon #the original thing that prompted me to make that post was someone who was literally in mental health discord servers #telling teens completely incorrect and wrong information #about mental illnesses they thought they might have #and essentially misdiagnosing kids #and when i was like hey so ur completely wrong and what ur doing is really dangerous and potentially harmful to these ppl #they were like well my special interest is personalitty disorders so i know what im talking about #like!! bruh u are not a doctor because u read 20 wikipedia articles my guy!!#and then when i did criticize that response someone told me that i should at least be giving them credit and not devalue the hard work #they put in to learn that #and its like that is deranged!!! im not going to praise someone for spreading complete horseshit because their ego told them #that theyre essentially a dr now cause they did a lot of googling

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hey! yeah i went to vegas with a few friends. im not usually the one to have a schedule and plan each activity at each interval of time. with my usual friends we just go with the flow and have some vague idea of what to do and just do stuff spontaneously. but with this friend group i went with, we literally had a doc of what we're gonna do on each day and hour, so it was an interesting, different experience for me. it was definitely an efficient use of time, but i think i still prefer just chilling and just enjoying what life brings to the table. i think people see it as a waste of time or money not knowing what you're gonna do, but hey i see it as just relaxing, meditative, and just enjoying the present moment. kind of like fishing in a peaceful lake and waiting till something bites. it's interesting seeing which people prefer. i dont mind either approach! but i do think the efficient route can get tiring lol. how about you? when you're traveling for time-off, do you plan a schedule, or just wing it?

when i went to vegas i saw a couple of cirque du soleil shows and david blaine live. ok rant incoming: but man cirque du soleil is so inspring and just a spectacle of culture and life. it's a combination of art, love, and perseverance. all the artistic merging of stage lighting, design, music, peformance/stunts, costumes, choreography/dance is amazing and its insane it's all done live including the music. and david blaine was incredible too. i cannot believe how hard he works and that he's doing what he's doing at every show. i literally think he's like at the edge of dying if he keeps performing his act at his cadence lol. out of every show show i've seen live in my life, i think david blaine's is the most insane when it comes to live performance, preparation, and commitment from a single human. that dude give it his 200% lol. he's basically displaying highlights of his life's works in a single show, and so many things can just go wrong.

home is just my bedroom honestly. im not afraid to admit im a homebody especially after growing as an adult, i've just been accustomed to enjoying isolation and time alone. not that i dont like to go out, it's fun socializing time to time and going to events, but yeah i prefer working on projects and doing 'nothing' aka just being present / relaxing / simmering in my own thoughts/ideas. besides, not to be paranoid, but i think there's a higher chance of dying going out, especially these days. and i don't know about you, but id like to experience the world as long as i can lol. i already feel like im living in the future with how much society and technology progressed, so imagine what the future-future would be like. but yeah, some day i want my own studio or something. i can call that my home.

im learning korean because i studied there briefly and recently for a moment i wanted to learn a language again. i just think being stuck in your own culture is just living in a bubble. especially in the u.s., i just feel like were so ignorant of the outside world lol. not to simplify our society, but sometimes i just feel like all we do is complain or become a pessimistic hivemind that just judges shit all the time. maybe other places do the same, but it gets tiring and numbing with the internet/news flashing upsetting stuff. knowing a different language is a superpower really, you get a different perspective of the world, and immersing in another culture besides your own brings new ideas and perspectives in life. since i already knew about korean history, culture, and scratched the surface of the language, i wanted to dive deep again. korea already resonates with me because of its history as being an isolated hermit kingdom and i think the country is interesting because of its westernization after the war and how they adopted our ideas and made it their own. I think kpop fans kind of overshadow how interesting korea is, but yeah korea has cool ideas and artists. check out do ho suh, he does interesting stuff with fabric and conceptualizes stuff about home, space/environments, and identity. you might find it interesting. and i still cannot believe kim jung gi passed away, im still devastated. i feel like every artist who wanted to draw well aspired to be like him at some point in their life

i think i am proud of myself. and yeah your right, comparison fucking sucks, and you're only comparing your behind-the-scenes with others highlight reels lol. i think living in the information age is a blessing and a curse. you get to be inspired and see the greatest artists all around the world instantly at any moment, but it can also suck the life outta you - your comparing your 5 mile progress to people who've made it 1000 miles already in their journey, content becomes so saturated that it's harder to come up or find original new ideas, and its more difficult to satisfy your hunger when your fed so much content. it's just not healthy consuming so much all the time. i feel like once you're past the point of inspiration and now you're just depressed cuz u fucking suck, it's probably a sign you should be producing and not consuming anymore haha. it must've been so interesting how information and content was harder to find back in the day: life was more of a mystery not knowing stuff and how we didn't know each others lives every second. maybe ignorance was bliss.

do you take meds for your adhd?

yeah i understand that you can reinvent yourself. but i also think if you pivot too much, youll never grow as an artist. i think you just have to balance it out or keep yourself in moderation. for me, i see it as you can slowly pivot, but it's important to play your strengths and experiment on ideas that still remain parallel with your craft. theres this video about an artist struggling, and was inspired by another artist. the successful artist told him to just draw the same thing everyday. then the struggling artist learned a lot and figured out you can come up with more ideas and innovate when your restricted. he also learned that you just need to take action. pondering and consuming is not equivalent to progress/production. i think it goes back to the saying "I fear not the man who has practiced 10,000 kicks once, but I fear the man who has practiced one kick 10,000 times". In terms of art/expression, i see it as you won't experience the depths of a skill/craft or its community if you don't put in its mileage. imagine knowing 20 languages at a beginner level, vs 1 language at its utmost fluency. the experience, depth, complexity, expression is totally different. you can have advanced conversations, tell jokes, say phrases/idioms, create never existing sentences, it's just a whole different experience and connection with the world once you reach a deep vocabulary, grammar structure, and listening skill. i want that same conversation with art. i want that same ability, "speaking" skill with art. i want to have that same "listening" skill in art. i want to form complex sentences in art, not just words, and also "listen" to other peoples art if that makes sense. compare your speaking and language skill with your 12 year old self to yourself now. the way you can speak, express, and listen to others is at whole different level now then when you were 12 years old. i kinda see the same in reaching the depths in an art form. i know nothing about cooking honestly, but i can imagine once you reach it at a very high level, you completely see food and cooking in a different lens and have a deep appreciation, connection, and understanding of cooking and its complexity / "language".

i think if i did persevere, i can actually make something cool and finish a project for once. i want to put something out in the world and make a connection through art and ideas with people. and if i maintained my persistence, my work will progress and form a story, like a tree or song. i find that my coolest works were stuff that i was forced to do, e.g. given a deadline, or i was so passionate about something with a goal in mind and a set date. when there's no motivator, i feel like my mind wanders too much and i leave projects in the dust. it actually feels cool coming back to unfinished projects with a fresh perspective and also being like "hey i forgot i made this", but i feel like it's even cooler when you finish it on the spot and keep it as a historical frame or a special moment in time that was captured in your life. id rather keep the photo than the unshot film, if that makes sense lol.

yeah i find success kind of scary, but also i wonder what it would be like if i did go for it. will i go crazier? i can imagine liking the attention and really appreciating finally being recognized and making people happy or feel something. i can also imagine being emotional that people reflect or feel a connection to what i want to express. but i can also imagine hating it. i dont equate success to being famous, but if i do gather attention from success, i wouldn't like it. i really value privacy lol. and i don't want to deal with questions or criticism. i also dont want people to influence my work or feel the pressure to do something to satisfy fans or maintain relevance or a presence in the community. i just want to do it for myself, on my own terms.

ahh thats great you can sympathize about finding your specialty. and its awesome you have so many interests, all of em sound so exciting haha. i remember i wanted to make clothing at one point. that reminds me of another point though, you also don't have to do it all alone. the greatest artists out there work as a team. so if you have a vision, you don't have to work alone. we are human after all, and some of the most beautiful things we've made are made by a community or team effort. just a friendly reminder that you don't have to pick up these skills by yourself, you can work with others! but hey, if youre doing it out of interest or fun, i dont think it hurts either. films, books, music, clothes, statues, games, actually probably everything in existence is a combination of our efforts working together and collecting, sharing, and maintaining ideas and inventions throughout history. a bit off topic, but also i hate it when people think we take shortcuts or cheat when it comes to making something, like wtf we humans made these tools, so use it lol. its funny how new stuff is considered cheating, then we later adopted it as the norm. like autotune, photoshop, even old stuff like dribbling in basketball or using a calculator. makes u wonder about the future of a.i.

i guess what i just wrote about teamwork is relevant to your next point haha. yeah u can totally be a director. i honestly think part of being successful as an artist (or even just in general) is through connections and just putting yourself out there and being involved in the community. if your interested in all these skills and participate in each community, i can imagine being successful since your casting a big net to meet a lot of different artists with different ideas/perspectives. you can probably meet a lot of people from different backgrounds and form a network.

haha i think at one point when i was super young my doctor asked if i wanted adderall lol. i was definitely super imaginative, stupid/oblivious, and hyper when i was a kid, so i may have adhd, but i dont think so anymore. i was diagnosed with depression when i was a teen and may or may not been bipolar, but was never officially diagnosed during the time. i tried a lot of different meds then tapered off somewhere in college. then i had so many different episodes here and there. i had more existential/identity crisis, and probably a two or three ago, i finally was diagnosed with bipolar disorder and it explains so fucking much about everything i have done in life lol. it probably also explains why im so hesitant about picking up new hobbies/interests because i feel like im entering a manic episode, which is why i get scared if im too passionate about something.

but i made it pretty far. honestly i was going through all my old stuff and recently i was looking at all my old sketchbooks and i was experiencing revelations about myself. its cool that i have all these sketchbooks dating back to like early highschool, and i really captured not only my progress as an artist, but a lot of memories and points in my life and ideas i had. it was surreal and inspiring. i remember the environment/place i was in and the headspace i was at when i looked at a lot of the drawings/paintings. the early days were so innocent, then i could clearly see points where i was spiraling into depression and times where i was manic lol. i would make extensive lists and absolutely fill the page to the brim. and when i was depressed, the pages were isolated or i would take a half a year or more without creating anything. i see the same story with the songs i made.

i think the most i was fucking emotional are these two sketchbooks that were rubberbanded together and had pages that were taped shut. i had no idea what they were, and when i unfastened it, it wasnt a sketchbook but a journal. i dont remember this at all, and i pretty much documented the lowest point in my life lol. it was surreal and pretty much contrasted where i'm at now. i dont remember any of the days i documented. i dont even remember some of the names i mentioned or why i was upset. i felt like a different person wrote this. there was even a letter i wrote that i was supposed to give to someone but never did. the second sketchbook was also a journal, but had pages taped shut. i was scared but also super curious why i taped them shut. i thought it was gonna be like something awful like a suicide letter or something - it was labeled "for everyone or no one", but when i cut it open i was really surprised and super emotional. it was the complete opposite, it was actually a bunch of messages from all my classmates that wrote in my sketchbook to say their goodbyes before we graduated. i absolutely forgot about this, and it was surreal how positive the messages were, especially comparing myself where i am now. a lot of people said i was funny, artistic/creative, unique, and glad i was in their life. some people even wrote they knew ill be successful or stuff like that. i forgot about these people in my life. after that though, the later pages funnily contrasted the messages. i was still journaling my depression, but in a more formal manner, it felt kinda edgy lol, but i guess i was more in a super aware depression and not a completely lost, ignorant depression. it slowly became less depressing as the pages go on, then later became a sketchbook again.

i remember reading that when u have depression or some form of mental illness, you get memory loss, and it explains a lot. there's lots of huge gaps in my memory of highschool and college. those days are completely lost to me. i dont remember anything unless i documented it through a journal, drawing, or song. i feel like im a detective discovering a story by following a trail, but that story is about me. pretty surreal, i feel like a completely different person now.

anyway i think i ranted too long. sorry if this is super fucking long, i feel like a crazy person, but i guess im just flowing with a lot of thoughts and ideas. i may or may not be in a different state of mind right now lol, so i apologize if im sharing too much or talking my mouth off. let me know if you like or don't like these type of messages, and ill moderate my mouth depending on your response haha.

thanks for listening if you actually read every word i wrote this late at night. i feel like i wrote a fucking essay or thesis lmao. it's kind of fun thinking i'm writing all this and it will be stored and archived in the depths of the internet. it's like a journal or snippet of someone's life and someone, including myself, can read this in the future (if tumblr still exists).

Hey!

Sorry about my late reply. I saw this huge block of text and got overwhelmed.

When it comes to traveling a like a mix of both structure and spontaneity. It's nice to have a rough guideline for what you want to do for sure and then fill in the blanks as you go. I recently went to MXCD with some friends and that's what we did! I love it. One of my best vacations ever.

And wow that's cool! I don't really know who David Blaine is but I'm glad youve enjoyed both of these shows.

I think it's great to embrace your lonesome! And you're right, there are more dangers outside and it would be nice to see what life in the future is like. But I hope even though you like to stay inside that you are not doing it out of fear. For me, I'd rather die young and experience the world as much as I can than the other way around.

As for language, I totally agree that languages are a superpower. You know about 30% of Americans have a working passport? Of those people, even fewer have left the country. Korean is an interesting choice. I think it's great that you find it interesting though. I think after Chinese I want to learn Spanish.

I think living in the age of the internet is for sure a blessing and a curse but I think overall it's a blessing. Yes tech companies design with the intent of addiction, but at least the power to disconnect is still technically there. I'd much rather be able to connect, learn from others, and see how expansive and vast everyone is than to stay within an echo chamber I have no choice but to stay in. I think the difference is just choice. You know what I mean?

Yes I take welbutrin for adhd but I'm going to switch to stratera and see how that goes. Adderall makes me too anxious.

I understand what you mean about being kinda good at many things vs being really good at one thing. I think both have merit. In capitalism, the latter is prioritized, but it's really the interdisciplinary people who understand all the moving parts who can see the bigger picture.I don't know if I've mentioned this, but there's the phrase, “a jack of all trades is a master of none, but oftentimes better than a master of one.” I think it's sharpening one skill is overrated in my opinion. I've been to many countries and have stayed in a couple of homestays too (thailand and india) and something I am reminded everywhere I go is that communication is often times beyond language.

I think it's totally fair to create for yourself. No need to monetize it.

Yea there is a lot to say about ai's impact on art but I don't think technology is anything to be afraid of. It's the people programming and using it.

I am super grateful to be an artist in NYC, cuz all of my friends are also artists. It makes my life so beautiful and inspiring. I adore my friends, huge fans of them.

I think passion is beautiful! Feels like it's just concentrated love mixed with energy. It's a life force. But I hope you don't let your bipolar stop you. You can learn to work with it, not against it. Do you see a therapist?

It's so cool that you still have all that artwork! I feel like that's my tumblr lol. Maybe you can make new artwork with it. It's like you are addressing your child self, letting them meet you.

Aw I love that story about your sketchbook! I always forget and deflect every nice thing someone says about me so I think it's very special to have them written down. Proof you're loved.

I also don't really remember a lot of my childhood. I wish I could journal now the way I used to, but I've never been actually consistent outside of the time I went to india and didn't have a phone or internet. I feel bad and upset at myself for not hacing the discipline to journal more, but I gotta be gentle with myself. ADHD seeps into every facet of my life and my life makes me feel like I can never write enough about it so why bother. (I know why to bother but it's still hard)

Lol yea this was a lot to get through but I'm glad you feel comfortable sharing this w me. How's summer going for you? It's been good for me, but cancer season has been emotional. I almost broke up with someone I really like last night but they begged for another chance even though I just don't think we are in similar places in life or even have comparable experiences with love and dating. I do really like him though, and I'm also not the type to give up without a second chance so we will see what happens. Tonight I had a date w another person I've been seeing for months and I feel like tonight reaffirmed we are probably better as friends. There is a standard I have for the way my romantic partners treat me and this just isn't it. (I'm polyamorous btw lol)

My longtime partner Myka and I have been good though. They really are my best friend.

I feel like I wrote too much for be to proofread rn at 3:30am so I'm just gonna hope it makes sense. These are huge ass blocks of text

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if anyones curious, heres a big ol list of anime horror ive enjoyed that dont revolve entirely around cute children being harmed for shock:

paranoia agent: an awesome single-season show thats perfect to binge-watch imo. it follows the interwoven stories of several victims of the phantom figure known as shonen bat who takes the form of a child in rollerskates and attacks strangers with his beat up baseball bat. the only thing that seems to connect these victims is that they are visited by him in a moment of absolute desperation, and somehow their lives seem to improve after being attacked. to say anything else would ruin the mystery. give it a shot. this series owns and the intro music is iconic.

perfect blue: i feel like everyone who likes animated horror already knows about perfect blue but if not, you absolutely should. a suspense heavy, brain-breaking thriller about an ex-pop-idol who quits to become an actress, only to be haunted by a mirror version of herself who is less than happy with her decision. her grasp on reality starts to slip as the pressures of her new job and a string of violent murders slowly chip away at her sanity. definitely mind the content warnings for this one.

yamishibai: an anthology series of short scary stories presented with fun, simplistic animation. every episode is fairly short iirc so its very easy to just plow through the whole series. especially good if ur the type to enjoy a classic ghost story.

serial experiments lain: sort of hard to explain. this is another like Classic. it is about a highschool girl so i am sort of breaking my own rules here but like the vibe is entirely different then what you might expect. its a trippy, deeply weird series from 1998 about the ways technology may begin to encroach on our lives and shape our identity. i really love older media that speculates about the ways our relationship with tech might develop in the future. if you like scifi and psychological aspects to your horror, you will probably like this.

pet shop of horrors: i havent actually seen the anime so i dont know how well it holds up but i was obsessed with the manga as a Youth and id recommend at least giving the series a look. anthology-like with a connecting thread of a spooky pet shop where rare exotic and sometimes deadly creatures are sold.

lily c.a.t.: its alien except its not. scifi horror about the crew and passengers of a spaceship whos interstellar journey is thrown off course by a shape-shifting alien invader. literally if you like alien or the thing or anything like that, this is that but animated. i think the strongest thing about this one isnt necessarily the horror of the alien itself but the horror of being stranded, far from home and trapped in a confined space with a bunch of near strangers and a massive yawning void just outside your window. there are some moments in lily cat that just made me think about how huge and unforgiving not only space but the passage of time is and im honestly still a little freaked.

akira: i mean, obviously. i dont know what i could say about this that hasnt already been said except this is the movie that made me start getting into body horror. its beautiful, its horrific, its a fucking staple of dystopia fiction. i guess you could argue its more scifi/action than traditional horror in a lot of ways, but some of the stuff near the end (that i def saw when i was too young to be watching this) taught me a whole new definition of fear so. do with that what u will i guess.

there are a couple more i cant remember the names of right now so ill come back to this if my brain ever decides to start working again. almost all of these contain some really heavy subjects so be careful and seek out content warnings if you need to.

also i dont really care about subs vs dubs arguments but a lot of these are on the slightly older side and as a result some of the english voice acting work is... not great. either way do what feels right to you just keep that in mind.

#horror #recs #recommendations #anime

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fluffnfiction · 3 years

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Stability: Chapter 1

Maulx gn reader (They/them) Maul and reader work together to raise and protect a force sensitive child. Running from both the Empire and inquisitors is the least of their worries. ( I apologize to those who have read this, I had a better story Idea, so I decided to redo this and move the scene you read to a later chapter)

The Devaronian child could not have been more than 5 or 6 years of age. Yet maul could feel his energy pushing violently against his own, a feat that few well trained force users could do. He watched from the corner of his eye, as the child glared at him from the other side of the market, holding what he assumed to be his parents leg protectively. Another wave of crackling energy flared against his, a warning. He couldn’t help but hive a chuckle, as he pretended to look over yet another merchant's wares, listening to the pair. “That man is weird” The child whispered to who he had previously assumed to be the boys mother, but upon closer inspection seemed to be an unrelated human. They shushed the child softly “It’s alright,” They said “He’s looking at us” The boy growled baring his teeth. “Do NOT bite him” They said firmly putting a hand over their mouth before paying for some scraps of meat and looking at him plainly from over their shoulder assuring eye contact before moving again. Taking it as an invitation, he followed them. The thick crowd of people turned into desolate, nearly abandoned streets and streets into long abandoned dirt paths, until they stood at the edge of a vast forest. Maul didn’t look back, but he was certain if he had, the town would have been completely hidden from view. He grew suspicious that they were leading him into some sort of trap, but he was confident he could overcome whatever plans that they had for him. The stranger and the boy stopped just under the shade of the tree, finally taking down their hood and resting in the grass. The boy however stood, His posture stiff, as if ready for Maul to make a move. “Runt tells me that you are a force user.” The stranger finally spoke up “You dont look like those people trying to kill us though.” They said “So why are you following us?” “Bold of you to take me somewhere so secluded.” He said. “That's because we know the forest” The boy spat “Runt” Their guardian scolded. “Why are we talking to him? He’s not going to help! He’s just gonna tattle on us and get us into trouble!” Runt argued, crossing his arms defensively. “The child has impressive instincts.” Maul observed “So young and yet he already has so much potential.” He said, the feeling of pride and fondness swelling in his chest “ However there's only so much that he can accomplish on his own.I promise I bear you no ill-intent, I wish to be his teacher.” The boy, Runt, scoffed “I dont need a teacher.Dont want you here either!” “Runt” They scolded him again, eyes wide in disapproving, to which the child immediately fell silent, a sour look still on his face. “You are young, you understand so little.The galaxy is a dangerous place, for force users. I know those who hunt you” He hesitated “You cannot hope to protect what is yours without this power, heavy though that burden is.Believe me child, I am the only chance you have in surviving.” Runt furrowed his brow and turned to run into the trees. His guardian sighed, closing their eyes “Forgive him.. Trust does not come easy for him” “Nor should it” Maul bit out harshly. Their eyes scanned him, their guarded gaze turned soft, as they contemplated his offer.” You.. really aren’t one of them are you? Those demons” He gave them a wicked smile, their choice of words amusing him “My dear, “ he chuckled darkly, his voice coming out raspy and strained “ I am their worst nightmare.” They had led him deeper into the large dense forest, it’s canopy, nearly blocking out all light from the sun which still hung high in the sky. Slivers of light beaming through its leafy branches that shook peacefully in the wind. Maul continued to scan the trail for any disturbances, while reaching out with the force to sense the child. A small blip of anxiety and frustration to the east caught his attention, before it hastily masked itself. He scowled slightly at the defiance, still he was impressed. The boy had nearly mastered a skill that had taken him years to hone, though he supposed that the boy's current situation is what drove him. The fear of death and will

to live could be powerful motivators, he knew this first hand. “You don’t seem too concerned that your ward has disappeared.” He observed curiously, turning his attention back to the hooded figure in front of him. They gave a small amused snort. “Runt knows this forest better than I do,” They explained “ I cannot force him to come home, especially when he’s upset or angry “ They explained simply. He gave a grunt “Yes, He is powerful for his age.” He agreed, his eyes lighting up slightly in intrigue. He rubbed his chin thoughtfully “impressive” He said again.

The pair fell back into a comfortable silence, as they approached a small clearing, the space just big enough to set up a single tent and a small fire pit made of stone. Their amenities were kept down to the bare essentials, Maul thought, noticing only a single large backpack stocked with clothes and provisions, the straps likely for their shelter and bed rolls. The dirt only recently disturbed, a sign that they had been moving around. Maul watched as they gathered up some wood and dry crunchy moss for the fire which they lit with some flint and durasteel, an absolutely archaic peace of technology that took entirely too long. He clicked his tongue, moving them aside forcefully. “Move” He sighed in exasperation as he took out his saber and lit it for only a second.The fire spread quickly thanks to the mossy tender, and soon the air filled with the smokey scent of wood. “Thank you,” They said quietly, their eyebrows raised in surprise. “Just get the kettle.” He responded impatiently, taking a seat by the fire slightly embarrassed to be using his weapon for such a menial task. Without another word, the kettle was filled with water and the two adults sat quietly together. For the first time, Maul could sense their unease and nervousness growing. The meekness gritting on his nerves slightly, knowing a question seemed to be lingering in their mind. “You have a question.” He wasn’t asking. They looked at him slightly surprised , before their eyes fell once again to the ground. “I’m just curious about who you are.” They admitted “What brought you here,But at the same time, I have a feeling you don’t want me to know that, and honestly I don't care, so long that runt is safe. Still-” “Maul” He said flatly “You may call me Maul” “Maul” They nodded accepting the bit of information graciously, before the kettle started to whistle. They poured hot water into two durasteel cups, steeping a tea bag into it and tying the string around the handle, before handing him a cup “I’ll.. I’ll try to just trust you.” A horrible decision, He thought “Very well” The sun had not yet touched down on the horizon, yet the forest was already shrouded in the soft red glow of sunset and fire. The shadows around the trees darkened considerably, making it nearly impossible to see anything that might be lurking in the shadows. Mauls neck pricked as he felt eyes watching them.His fingers twitching, the instinct to fight rising, until his glowing eyes locked with reflective black ones and he was made aware of a familiar blip of angry energy. It was the boy. He smiled again, finding himself caught off guard and impressed yet again by the child. “Hm… It seems, just as you said, my little apprentice has wandered back.” He hummed before calling out “Clever child, but I can see you.” He could see the boys eyes narrowing, but the child remained hidden. “Runt, come help me. I’m about to make dinner.” They called taking out the thick scraps or meat that they bought at the market and a frying pan. He could see the boy hesitate before coming out from his hiding spot, giving maul a wide berth. His knees digging into the dirt as he sat next to his guardian who smiled “Such a good boy” they said fondly touching his face gently before handing him a pan, which he took eagerly. He didn’t need the force to feel the child's loyalty and love for his guardian. A potential problem for his training, but at the moment, he needed to gain his apprentices confidence and trust. Patience, he told himself, as he watched the pair.When the time came he would remove them.

#Maul x reader #Darth Maul x reader #Maul x gn reader #Star Wars #Star Wars: Canon x reader

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johnkrrasinski · 4 years

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Daylight;

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Pairings: Bucky Barnes x female!reader

Word count: 1,721

Warning: FLUFF!!!! just two people being in love!!! but a little angst on bucky’s part though. (dont worry it’s got a happy ending)

Summary: bucky has his own unhealthy ways to deal with his demons but your love heals and changes him.

a/n: this one was inspired by @promptlywritingideas‘s prompts and i just immediately thought of bucky because i’m a soft ass bitch when it comes to bucky barnes. also! yes, i did use a lyric from daylight by taylor swift bc this song is literally everything alright, please listen to it if you haven’t. it’s the most reviving song ever. also, credit to @seedaylight for this lovely picture!

The bead of sweats rolled off Bucky’s forehead to his neck, his shirt and the floor, constructing small ponds of indignation that was left masked, unspoken and obliterated. At least that was what he had been aiming for as long as he could remember. The battered punching bag stayed robust and resilient despite the vigour of Bucky’s punches. The bleeding on his knuckles cracked through the split skin due to the brutal strikes.

But he couldn’t stop. The pain from the wounds still couldn’t compare to the demons haunting his mind. The ghosts in his dreams that refused to let him have his peaceful rest at night are the reasons why he was in the empty gym room at 3 am in the morning instead of being curled up in the warm sheets with the divine figure snoring next to him.

The silence of the solitude eased his mind, feeling like he was given the space and seclusion that he always yearned for. He was certainly grateful for what he had been given now; a lavish compound with excellent amenities and exceptional technologies, a ragtag group of people that had welcomed him with open arms and accepted him as part of their cluttered makeshift family, a much higher and noble purpose that allowed him to utilize his cursed, undesired superpowers for good and lastly, the foremost one out of all; you.

You, a blessing in his life that he never once imagined he’d ever get have in his long, agonizing life after all the wickedness he had committed. You, who loved him and believed in him anyway, even when he had lost faith in himself centuries ago. You, who permitted him to touch you in the most intimate manners and you, who were willing to be devoted to him even when he felt absolutely undeserving of your goodness and loyalty.

Bucky was a grateful man. He should’ve been. He was, it��s just- there was still a part of him that didn’t return and died in the ages of his Winter Soldier days. The days where he was merely a damaged soldier, a fractured puppet doll on a string, just waiting to be torn apart and stitched back together again just for the sake of more murders and more crimes.

He was slowly recovering though, each day, when he got a taste of your lips, when he watched you slowly wake up in the morning light, when your limbs were tangled within each other, that you couldn’t figure out where he began and you ended. But just because he was happy and he was grateful, doesn’t mean that all the sins of his past catching up to him would spontaneously combust in the blink of an eye.

He had his own baggage and he was going to deal with them. Most days, especially when he was surrounded by the love of his life and his makeshift family, he would pretend that all is well and healing was all there was. But at night, he’d slowly lift her arm that was circled around his waist off of him and quietly snuck out to his favourite place to be at midnight.

So that’s how he ended up in this sweaty state in the middle of the night. His mind recalled the fragments of memories during his Winter Soldier days that he fought to forget but they were stronger. It was faint and distant but, it still lingered in his mind like it was just yesterday.

The faces of his victims before he shot a bullet right through their skulls loomed. Their begs for mercy echoed in his ears. And the guilt consciously devoured his heart alive, like a cobra swallowing its feeble prey.

“Bucky…?” The delicate voice alerted him out of his tumultuous daze.

Bucky halted and turned his body around to the entrance, where you were standing in a plain white tank top and your bottom shorts with a wool cardigan hugging your form daintily. You looked so endearing in your half drowsy state, as you rubbed your eye, whilst trying to adjust to the brightness of the room. You always preferred being in the dark, after all. Beaming lights always hurt your sight.

“Sweetheart, what are you doing up?”

“I was looking for you. I got cold and I wanted to cuddle.”

He approached you deliberately with his boxing gloves still on, “go back to bed, alright? I’ll be up with you in a minute.”

“No, I’m not going back to bed without you.”

“I can’t, y/n.”

“Why?” It was a futile rhetorical question. You knew better than anyone why he was here.

“Y/N, I-”

“Oh God, Bucky, I love you. But this has to stop.”

“Y/N, it’s not that- I’m sorry but… what?” He was uncertain whether he got the last part right.

The truth is, Bucky knew he loved you since the first moment you courageously approached him like he wasn’t one of the deadliest assassins in history. He loved you the grace of your smile, he loved the way you mindlessly danced to your favourite song and the way you’d make silly jokes that he rarely understood to comfort your dearest teammates.

But within the six months you had been dating, you and Bucky hadn’t said the three special words yet to each other. You were taking it slow, knowing that you could trust and be honest with each other, and that you’d always have each other’s backs, whether it be on missions or in secret moments. So you didn’t feel the need to rush what you had, fearing that one might scare the other and destroy the precious plants that you both watered until they turn into an entire garden together.

“What?” You were just as puzzled as he was. You somnolent state of mind didn’t realize that you had just blatantly declared the most potent three words to him when all you intended was to break him off his deleterious habits.

But the truth was, you really did love him. You had loved him before you even realized it. It took you a while to fall in love with him, but before you and Bucky finally stopped playing around and acting coy with your real emotions around each other, you had possessed this profound affection for him like a lifelong childhood best friend.

The way his kind baby blue eyes always nudged your soft spot… It always pulled you in like you were walking into a house and you just suddenly knew that you were home. Familiar and warm. That’s what you always felt with Bucky around you. Long before he was even yours.

So when you mindlessly uttered those words, it felt like second nature. Something that just felt so natural to your lips. Bucky walked into your life with such rare sincerity and your heart welcomed it with wide, open arms.

“Those three words… Say it again.”

“…Has to stop?” You shot him a questioning look. It took you a few seconds to realize what you just said. You were starting to panic despite your sluggish state. It’s like Bucky’s question was a wakeup call and it jolted you awake like icy water thrown right onto your face without a warning. You could not believe you were clumsy enough to let the three worlds roll out of your lips.

Oh God, alright, quick, think of something clever, something rational, something that could undo what you just recklessly spurted-

“No no, the words before that.” Bucky quizzically assessed your face.

“Pretty sure I said ‘this has’ before that. I mean, I don’t know,” you scratched your forehead like a kid lying to her teacher about forgetting her homework. “I don’t really remember much, it doesn’t matter anyway, I was half asleep and I was just babbl-”

And then, you felt silky plump lips slamming yours in the most jovial way. He deepened his kiss with his massive hands grabbing your face so delicately as if he was holding a fragile china doll. He caressed your cheek with his thumbs as if he was memorizing every feature on your seraphic face.

He retreated and stared lovingly into your widen eyes. It’s not like it was the first time he surprised you with a kiss, but it’s the unheralded reaction that you thought would’ve been the doom for the two of you. You thought you might’ve frightened him away but it was rather the exact opposite. From the smile on his face, he seemed rather fond. “I love you too.”

Your lips were slightly agape. “You do…?”

“Yes, I do. It took me a while to say that because I thought you weren’t ready to hear it or say it back and I don’t wanna scare you or make you feel guilty so I thought I should wait. But I guess, I don’t have to anymore, now.” His eyes sparkled.

“But we still need to address one thing though, you can’t keep doing this. Every night, you’d sneak into the gym and break your knuckles instead of talking to me. I want you to be honest with me. I want you to trust me. And if we don’t have those then, love is just an illusion.”

His face that was gleaming turned into a frown. There was that sealed off look and hesitation on his face again.

“I’m not asking you to cut yourself open and let me see everything. I just need you to try to let me comfort you instead of hiding in the dark and bleed yourself out every midnight when you should be in bed with me.”

“I’m a work in progress doll, but for you, I’ll try.”

“Promise?”

“I promise.”

And you made a vow to your heart as well that you would walk with him in the murk, no matter how excruciating and dull the road to recovery is. And you would hold his hand and guide him every step of the way. Because there’s no one else you’d rather share the torturous nights and the mundane days with than him. You would rather share countless arguments and overflowing tears with him than to spend a single peaceful night with someone else.

Because that was the love of your life. And you didn’t wanna look at anything else now that you saw him.

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dogtoling · 3 years

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I’ve been thinking recently.

Before I say this, know that I absolutely love your head cannons and the thought you put into every one of them.

But in regards to the mechanics of things like how ink weaponry seems to literally melt into the ink and how the ink itself seems to have a depth that affects Cephaling technology but little else, it occurred to me that some Cephaling equipment may just be more advanced than anything humans are used to.

For example, staple Octarian equipment includes invisible platforms, floating platforms, and invisible floating platforms. Because of this, could it be possible to take this into account for future headcannons?

Forgive the lack of grace with this ask, my head feels a little hazy.

Thanks for the ask and the thoughts! This is actually interesting stuff and something I have thought of before. There are reasons for specifically why I exclude them from my headcanons, though, and I will go into them here.

I try to go with the general approach of “a type of technology only exists if we clearly see it in game”, and even then, take it with a grain of salt. As this is a GAME world we are dealing with, a lot of things are implemented for game mechanics and simplicity. If it’s seen in use outside of gameplay purposes or makes up the majority of an environment, I say it’s probably a safe bet that it’s just futuristic technology (for example the aforementioned anti-gravity technology and some kind of invisibility)! So I’m specifically going to talk about hammerspace here because it is without question the hottest topic when it comes to sci-fi in Splatoon.

It’s an interesting thought that the Splatoon world would have technology that makes objects soluble into ink. It is shown a LOT, but obviously I have a lot of problems with it. One theory I see thrown around a lot is that all gear and weapons are made of hardened ink (which is a plastic-like material that’s mentioned at least once in concept art) or just ink as a whole. This doesn’t work for multiple reasons,

A. Many of the weapons DO have plastic-y parts that could be ink, but they also have metals, cogs, rubber, stickers and whatnot, all things that would not melt into ink if we were talking about a hypothetical scenario where ink melts inside ink... for some reason

B. If there indeed was a way to make all materials soluble into ink, it still means they would not only melt within milliseconds, but also pull out and reform into exactly what they were before within some other milliseconds. This is like melting an ice sculpture (or since we’re doing regardless of material, a WHOLE LAPTOP OR SOMETHING) into a lake and expecting it to reform itself when pulled out... and you can’t even pull it out because it’s just water molecules now within the other 150 million water molecules that were in that square meter of water before that (i dont know how many water molecules fit into a square meter but it is probably a lot)

C. Since the object literally turning into liquid ink is out of the question at this point, this leaves ink as a hammerspace entity. As we see in the game, things just dip under the surface of the ink. This is a cool gameplay mechanic but in practice it means that this random liquid of a random animal has physics-breaking abilities.

Hammerspace as a whole is one of those plot crutch things where it’s implemented to make things play out smoother, for example Turf Wars in video game form would likely be a NIGHTMARE if your weapons and gear did not conveniently slide out of existence when you need them to do so. You can also pretty easily tell when it’s implemented for gameplay reasons and not because the world is MEANT to have it.

Aside from the INK being hammerspace which just makes no sense whatsoever but IS definitely cool, I would be down for hammerspace to generally exist. HOWEVER, The sole reason the Splatoon world is not meant to have hammerspace technology (and this could literally change any time who knows what lore curveballs they throw) is because it Does Not Have Any. And when I say that, I mean specifically OUTSIDE of when it’s a necessary tool for gameplay, for example:

We see hammerspace technology in the game when it’s needed and used for flavor, convenience or game mechanic purposes. Gear and weapons disappearing into ink, Sting Ray from a lunch ration bag that couldn’t even fit a sandwich in it, 15 Cohocks popping out of one cooler box during Mothership (and we have to note these are probably 1,500lbs+ vertebrates with bones and muscles, NOT entities like Inklings that can squeeze into a jar or possibly even be made of liquid considering how closely you follow the game), THE ENTIRETY OF MAWS, secret boxes through the single player, Octobosses.... list goes on.

This might look bad because I’ve just laid down like 5+ examples of hammerspace indeed BEING in the game while trying to explain how it’s not. Looking back at all of these, they all specifically exist to enable something that the game does. Because it is convenient in a Game. You wouldn’t realistically have a Sting Ray in a Salmon Run because nobody is dragging a pressure washer into a fish mob where you’ll get your limbs ripped off, it’s there to add strategy and fun into the GAMEPLAY.

Now, how does this in any way imply that the world itself has no hammerspace tech? Well this is when we look past the gameplay and look at the WORLD itself.

Technology is usually developed to either make something pre-existing more effective or convenient. What does hammerspace make more convenient? It makes things fit into a smaller space, obviously. It would be an absolute turning point for logistics and cargo business everywhere. You basically wouldn’t need cargo ships, containers, delivery trucks. Or maybe you still would if you were to transport x200000% items as opposed to what they would fit in them before, so small scale is where this comparison makes more sense:

If hammerspace existed, we would KNOW. Space-warping technology would turn the entire society on its head. Inklings’ society is very human-like, meaning their technology has to be much like ours. Having hammerspace only in a sport and NOT in something like logistics and literally everywhere else, with the implication that it’s mainstream enough to be used in a kids’ sport and a crappy part-time job company, just does not work. That’s like if we invented the wheel and ONLY used it in like, uni-cycle races for people in their 30′s meanwhile Larry from downtown is still dragging home lumber on a plastic bag through the snow because no one puts wheels on things that they would be useful on.

Hammerspace is BIG technology and basically, if it existed, it would be the new mainstream. You can buy your house in a can and just unleash it onto some random plain if you want to. Buy your car inside a bottle and just uncork it when you want it. Nobody needs a backpack to school, just put your books inside a locket. Want a new couch? Put it in a bag. Bought a bunk bed? Put it in your pocket. Want to move the entirety of the Ruins of Ark Polaris into a nicer spot so it can be a tourist attraction? You can take it!

TL;DR Hammerspace is WAY too powerful and to make it “make sense” there have to be tons of unspoken rules about what it can or can’t engulf, how, or how long for. Also the point of this post was that while the Splatoon era and especially Octarians definitely have more advanced technology, hammerspace is not one of them. We would know.

#this is a long one #thanks for the ask part 2 #this is a WHOLE TOPIC that ive mulled over multiple times as you can probably tell #mewnimilitary

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cosmosrival · 4 years

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Rico besides Kama what do you think about the other indian servants?????

AHHHHHHHHHH THIS IS GOING TO GET SOOOO LONG!!!! i have a different view of the indo fam as a whole. i call them the indo fam but i mean the found family trope!!!! theyre like a group of college students sharing a dorm if that makes sense, since their servant selves are obviously different from their initial myths/human vessels!!!

OK SO. RECENTLY, i have an oomf that found books about arjuna that summarize his exploits in the mahabharata(I DONT HAVE THE STRENGTH TO READ IT ALL IM SO SORRY) and also talk about him in a more philosphical manner such as his states of mind during each event etc and i’ve been meaning to read said book because im genuinely interested in arjuna now!!! and i’d like to know more about this indo prince because from what i’ve seen, he is portrayed in a rather bad light(?) in FGO which i find extremely !!!!!!!!!!! and incrdibley !!!!!!! strange !!!!!!! the mahabharata’s conflicts can be put in a mostly grey area where there’s no good nor bad, its not black and white. so seeing arjuna get bashed because of the way his conflict with karna was written is... hm. let’s say that im REALLY starting to understand arjuna fans that dislike seeing him get mischaracterized so much. OTHER THAN THAT, his design is adorable, his travel outfit is my favourite because he deserves to relax and have some fun!!! fgo making him a chuuni is cute and his VAs little moans are cute cute cute!!!!!!!!!!! (mash grabs my shoulder and forces me to sit down) i think that arjuna deserves better and im really happy to see him have fun in his travel costume voicelines. i think we should take arjun on a date!!! he’s a great lover, we’d have the best time!! OH ALSO, kama seeing him as the student council president in their interlude makes me SOOOOOOO HAPPY its unreal, i think it fits him very very well, the seitokaichou who was elected because of everyone’s hopes and recommended by teachers because he’s suuuch a good student but because of that, the pressure to be good is constantly towering over his head and everytime he looks out the window he wishes he could ditch class and skip a day just because he felt like going to the arcade and be a bad student.......just this once........i think hes very very cute...... i want him to cook for me. HAVE YO U READ HIS BOND 4 VOICELINE ?mmmmmggg i want him to get embarrassed everytime i praise him for having such a muscular waistline. AUG

ANEWAYS i also have quite the thoughts about karna, his characterization in the game is linked to arjuna’s and thats fine but i think that forgetting how much of a little sassy bastard he can get was a mistake! did you know that in apocrypha’s german dub on netflix, when jeanne calls his name like “You’re Karna, aren’t you ? The son of the Indian Sun God !” HES LIKE “So ?” AND THAT WAS SOOOO BITCHY OF HIM, i think that karna is a good boy in fgo but the fact that he was such a fighty old man in the mahabharata shouldnt be forgotten and is a charm trait. I MEAN ???? HE THREW HANDS WITH AN 18 YEAR OLD(ARJUN) WHILE BEIN LIKE... THIRTY TWO. WHATS WITH THIS ANNOYING OLD MAN !!!!! knowing these little facts about him made me like him so much more actually !! i think karna being so nice is adorable!! but the little bitchy energy u can find in his voicelines is also very charming!! i think karna looking at me emotionless as i ask him to lend me his notes for the nth time that week and then saying “...Mn.” when i thank him is cute!!! his voiceline towards things he dislikes is interesting to me. karna seeming aloof and mean bc he doesnt know how to communicate but is actually nice underneath...... hey... thats a little delinquentcore........ i wouldnt say yankii but hes like... hes like... u know hes the handsome quiet one of the group of yankiis... u know the one...? hey where are you going

ganesha is also a character im deeply interested in but i havent played CCC so i dont know that many details about jinako herself !! my brain goes HMMMMMM it seems lord ganesha is trans in fgo ! (since kama used to be a male god originally as well!!) ganesha uses all pronouns!!! and ganesha is also special to me because they share similar traits with kama when it comes to their characterization AND mischaracterizations. ganesha isnt JUST jinako. theres a part of a god in the servant mix!!! and jinako HERSELF is actually a pretty sad character imo. the whole otaku/neet thing is obviously a facade and her true wish being that she wants to redo her whole life is also proof of how much she hates what shes become, yet at the same time, she doesnt know what else she could do. but anyways, i prefer looking at servants from a lore POV so i think that ganesha should still be considered a god and be adressed as such!! i like seeing people portray ganesha as jinako but i prefer it when a certain lavish more godly side of them is put forward. a side of jinako that managed to move on a little bit if that makes sense ? that got more serious. and became someone else entierly despite sharing similarities. needless to say their bond with karna makes me happy since he shows them respect as you should towards a god!! its a bit different from their bond in CCC... like they matured somewhat!! anyway ganesha is the one who taught everyone else in the indo fam about video games and technology and i will NEVER shut up.

ashwatthama..... MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM %_’(’ç_”’è_ç(è_’”545656455456545453£¨¨µ¨µMµ¨++°=)=)°+ goodness. jesus christ on earth. my love story with him makes me so embarrassed. when he got revealed i instantly fell in love with him despite knowing JACK SHIT ABOUT HIM but since i was the only one in my friend group who was hardcore into fgo at the time, i kept my love for him to myself and just... (looks away)(i drop my wallet full of picturses of him) quietly adored his everything in silence. WELL, ree having an intense crush on yankii type characters isnt new, its been my favourite trope for ages (gyarus go in hand with them!!) and im still very attached to it so thats what made me love him in the first place!!!! BUT THEN. I GOT INTO HIS MAHABHARATAN LORE. And OHHHHHHHHH BABY.......... (im twirling my hair) so theres this 7ft tall war criminal..........<3<33<3(mash leans in and informs me that the convention of geneva didnt exist at the time) SO THERES THIS 7 FTTALL IMMORTALMAN.......<233 gOD he makes me absolutely CRAZY9909840385%£%%£%%µ%µ%µ the love i have for this character is immense and whenever im sad i remember that pako exists and has a tablet and can draw and i suddenly feel so much better. ok im gonna stop horny posting a little bit. but hes my wife. AND WHAT I LOVE ABOUT HIS PORTRAYAL IN FGO IS THAT, they actually made him a good boy despite his initial roughness and misdeeds ???!!! HELLO?? ashwatthama wishing for a redemption ark is my favourite thing and his righteousness that was born because of his regrets is a very interesting drivepoint to me !!! hes a gorgeous character and im buying a ticket plane as we speak right now so i can go find him in northern india. i’ll find him. GET YOUR HANDS OFF ME !!!!!GET OFF ME !!!

miss lakshimi makes me very sad! because every female servant in the indo fam is an already known face. (... would sita count.) and lakshi being a jeanneface is a waste. well, she’s still very pretty and her lore is also quite interesting!! i havent looked into it fully yet but i think she should be kissed on the mouth. her bad luck makes me slip on a banana peel whenevr i get close to her to kiss her and i hit my head on the pavement and pass away-

parvati is on a tough spot for me atm. i genuinely love thinking of her as the way the indian goddess herself is portrayed because thats where the fun lies for me in her character. especially when shes involved with other indian servants, thats a given!! i would like to see parvati grow, suffer and heal. because branding her as an “all-knowing mom” is easy, but every single parent makes mistakes if you follow that logic. also, since shes the sakura servant “thats closest to her initial personality”, she’s got some of the most Repulsive fans ive Ever witnessed in fandom spaces and lets say that im trying to work my way out of this hellhole and find things to like about parvati without the fandom’s influence. needless to say, im going to keep looking into her mythos and her lore by myself at my own pace and keep doing my own thing in my little corner.

rama shouldve been a jock. THE RAMAYANA IS OLDER THAN THE MAHABHARATA, WHY IS.....Hrm well him being summoned as his baby version gives me hope for a future rama alt perhaps??? but i think that he shouldve been a total jock and he shouldve been huge with a huge red lion-like mane for his hair and a teethy grin and big biceps and intense love for his wife. SPEAKING OF SITA, her charm point is her purity but i wish.... that their artist still hadnt drawn them like That, im not a fan of lily servants and i think purity = being young is a bit of an annoying excuse!!! rama and sita looking similar is because of their shared history which is fine but... rolls my eyes............. rama shouldve been 6ft tall and sita shouldve been a milf to match...... anyways i doubt ravana would be added as a servant but i’d love to have a ramayana centric event!! where all indo servants have their own lore centric role to play!!! oh thatd be a dream.... but i have learned to not expect much from a fanservice game so im jus gonna draw my own stuff! (strikes a pose!) (mashu claps!)

#answered #long post #SORRY FOR THE BIG SCROLL.

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maxanite · 3 years

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From the way this will sound and for those that know me, this might sound like a bit of a late realization. But they always say that it's never too late to learn something new right? I've been drawing my entire life. Digitally for only about five or six years now. There's a lot of reasons I draw, and more will come and go. I like to think I have a very active imagination, one that's helped me grow ideas and concepts for a lot of projects and people. It's a gift, as well as a burden sometimes. But at the end of the day I never take for granted the skill I've gained over years of practice. Of course I still have a very long way to go, as I am only 17. And at this age I am constantly hearing "what are you gonna do with your life?" and variations of said question. It was only recently I had realized I wanted to keep doing art as a career because...well I cant see myself doing anything else. I love technology and computers, but the profession intimidates me with the kind of people that dominate it. There's other things I could do but...art stands out as something I am known for. I'm the art friend in most of my friend groups. I'm the person that talks more in art channels than in general chats. I flock to other artists and others flock to me. I crave validation for my work, a small side-effect of the internet of course. But it was only today I realized something. When I sat down at my desk, turned on my drawing tablet whose screen had become blurry with pen scratches, whose buttons had a bit of sweat and oil caked into them, I realized I loved doing this. Theres a feeling I get when I draw, even when Im just sketching or even thinking about drawing, that I dont get anywhere else from anything else. There's a sense of joy, of inspiration, of....pride, maybe? That comes from doing what I do best. I'm not sure why and I can't believe it took me this long to acknowledge that I love to draw. I always say this, of course, but I really do mean it. No matter how much I complain or how much I talk about the trials and tribulations of being an artist- it really is such an amazing thing to be. To look down on any peace of work, no matter how much I hate it, and be able to say that i made this. I put in the work, the hours, the sweat and oil just to make this fictional character exist. It's something thousands, even millions of people do. But not a single brushstroke in the universe is the same. And yeah, being an artist DOES suck sometimes. Especially when you put all this work out and are given nothing in return. But I think now I'm realizing I don't need anything in return. It's like a high. When I start to draw with an idea in mind, with anything at all, I just cant put the pen down. There will be days I will have to, of course, but the days where I can draw on end and pump out piece after piece...those are the days I feel the happiest. Those are the days I truly feel satisfied with my craft. I'm an artist whether I like it or not. I like to think I'm living through my Great Grandma's eyes. She was an artist too. Her paintings are hung up around our home. I still have her old tacklebox full of paintbrushes that I'll probably never use. But I still feel like art is my calling and I can't ever stop. Maybe one day when I make something amazing, that it'll be hung up in my grandchildren's home too. Maybe it'll skip a generation again and they'll be artists just like me. And be able to get the same indescribable feeling I get when I make something that is wholly, uniquely, and completely me.

#sorry I’m a little ranty #I felt this was worth it to share #for anyone else who needs a realization tonight #max talks #I never talk much on here so #i hope it’s okay #and that you can forgive me for the #long post #text post #ok to rb

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Do you have any tips (non academic and academic) for a soon to be freshman in college? Really admire you and your success ❤️

aw thank you!! and congrats on the big change! this is super (super) long, but I hope this all helps :)

edit: adding a TL/DR- don’t procrastinate, delete social media, have a solid work/life balance, take care of yourself, and stand up for yourself. be your own best friend.

academic-

a) read the textbook before class and annotate your book notes in class, if you can! i’ve found it gives me more focused time working with the material- 1) focusing on reading it and note taking and 2) not rushing to write everything the prof is saying instead of actually listening. it also means lectures are just reinforcing what you’ve read rather than being the first time hearing it, and you’ll know what you struggle with more and need to pay greater attention to:)

b) don’t write papers in one day- the shortest timeline I have comfortably managed is research one day, outline in one day, write one day. but my ideal (for shorter papers at least) research one day, outline one day, and write a paragraph a day until you’re done. just start like... as soon as you get it. so much less stressful and more manageable. in general, I try to divide projects into more manageable chunks rather than doing it all at once. the general theme of this point is try your best not to procrastinate.

c) I found that I did really well and was much less stressed when I treated school as a full time job- be on campus at 9am, spend down time doing work in the library, go to your classes, and be home for dinner. then relax/work out/ friend time/ self care all evening, and take at least a full day off on the weekends. don’t let school work bleed into your entire life- don’t let every hang out be a study session, and give yourself solid relaxation time where you specifically *dont* think about school.

d) covid specific:::::::: you really need to find a way to separate school from home life, whether that means you study in a different room from where you relax, or you completely pack away academic materials when you’re done working for the day. it really consumed me for the past few months. also, if you can afford to, try to get physical copies of books, take notes in a notebook, and print out materials to work with instead of being forced to stare at a screen all day. really makes studying a lot easier.

non academic-

a) I would strongly suggest deleting social media and ditching the phone more often. This was the single thing that changed how I spend my time the most. I think the most damaging ones for me were instagram / snapchat, and I never had any other platforms but tumblr. just be careful with the really addictive platforms, specifically instagram and tik tok nowadays. I keep facebook for university pages / events but have never had the app on my phone. i don’t keep the tumblr app on my phone. personally, I recently redownloaded snap but I deleted everyone I haven’t spoken to in the past week / that I wouldn’t snapchat right now, so I have maybeeee 15 friends on there? and it feels a lot healthier that way. seriously- you aren’t missing ANYTHING and you’re getting your time and attention back by deleting it. ( a good book on this topic is Digital Minimalism by Cal Newport- it really changed my relationship with technology. would definitely recommend)

b) don’t be scared to put yourself out there when it is safe to do so! for example, I signed up for a pottery class, spin class, and women’s choir, having never done those things before! and I’ve made some really good friends, especially from choir! try new things, anything you’ve ever wanted. you don’t have to be good. I promise

c) I’ll start off with saying it’s cool to hang out alone and do things alone. I always used to say “be your own best friend.” explore the city alone. go eat alone. you won’t make best friends right away, and that’s okay. either way, I’ve found that being 100% genuine and vulnerable has gotten me SUPER far in terms of making friends. people really value those who put effort into getting to know them, and it’s obvious if your intentions are good. just be kind and open and yourself, and you’ll attract kind open people!

d) don’t be scared to leave situations that make you uncomfortable and unhappy, and to speak up for yourself. this time in your life is really for your own development, and you shouldn’t waste your precious time on people who don’t respect you or on things that don’t make you happy. don’t be scared to break up with a friend or SO if the relationship stresses you out AT ALL. good relationships shouldn’t stress you out all the time.

e) read for fun, watch the 20 min news segments on youtube, EAT A BALANCED DIET, SLEEP, and EXERCISE. doesn’t need to be a whole book a day, doesn’t need to be a whole sweat fest, but just make sure you do at least this to take care of yourself and to stay informed. balance, my friend!!

f) I would not recommend scheduling every minute of your day on google calendar, but whatever floats your boat i guess. balance balance balance

feel free to ask me anything else if anything comes up!

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houseki-no-suffering · 5 years

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The gems’ economic system

yet another analysis no one asked for, but you know me at this point

so, the lunarians seem to live under some sort of capitalistic system, the admirabilis seem to have a feudal/subsistence one or something like that, what about the lustrous?

these rocks dont produce food and there is no state, which makes everything trickier. so here’s my best attempt at classifying something that was probably never meant to be classified

disclaimer: despite studying some of these things and having a good bg in sociology, i’m not a political science or economics major. take this post with a grain of salt and correct me where im wrong. this is just for fun.

i’ve already touched on the gems’ social and political systems. the simplest, roughest scheme i can write for an economic system is this one:

what is produced and in what quantities?

how is it produced? by whom?

who benefits from what is produced? how are produces distributed?

in the gems’ case:

tangible goods (tables, chairs, paper, clothes, swords...) and services (provided by doctors, teachers, scholars, statisticians/strategists, fighters, librarians...)

by all of the gems, sensei included, through natural resources, labor and human (well, gem) capital (im oversimplifying here, bear with me)

produces are distributed equally to all of the gems and sensei according to need, with great emphasis on not wasting goods (both tangible and intangible). goods are primarily produced according to need (tables and chairs, paper, swords), more rarely for leisure (books, hibernation clothes).

additionally, an economic system also has:

Methods of control over the means of production: the gems do not seem to know private property and, except for sensei’s leadership, there is no actual state. we can assume all goods are held in common

A decision-making system and coordination mechanisms: these are not economically specific in the gems’ case. sensei decides who does what and, after that, the laborers plan and decide over their craft (ie peridot decides who can and cannot have spare paper), always supervised by Sensei and/or Euclase (or Jade)

An incentive system: it’s usually moral persuasion (the social prestige that comes from being a fighter, praise from sensei for a job well done etc.)

Actors (all of the gems since they all produce goods and services) and regulators (the single gems responsible for a task, authority figures like sensei, Euc/Jade)

A distribution system: hard to tell cause the gems do not use money, there is no form of income for their work and no taxes because there is no state.

A mechanism for establishing rules, norms and standards: once again, this is left to the single gems and to Sensei, sometimes to Euc and Jade because they are authority figures

Economic systems are classified according to the property of the means of production and by the main mechanisms of resource allocation.

since the gems do not have a concept of private property and goods are usually held in common, the means are socially owned. so capitalism et similia are a huge no-no.

i tried looking at economic systems with socially-owned property according to resource allocation, but the fact that the gems do not produce food and do not possess a state (they’re only 28!) complicates the picture.

is theirs an economy of subsistence? they have no money, no trade, lack of surplus, they have bronze-age technology, there’s a huge pressure not to waste resources and energies.

but how do you define what counts as subsistence when you have a society that’s made up of 28 individuals and one leader, doesnt produce or need food and doesnt have other societies to interact with and create a market? these rocks dont produce just the bare essentials they need to live because, well, they’re barely alive. they feed on daylight.

still, you could argue that the lunarians showed the moon gems new and cooler ways to feed on daylight, as if the earth gems were barely scratching the surface of what they could be able to do, produce and consume with better technology or by trading with other cultures. as a result, the moon gems adapted themselves to a new (capitalistic) economic system.

a lot of elements fit and you could make a case that it’s an economy of subsistence, but since i’m pedantic, i’m gonna go over a few other systems just in case.

for example, an economy of subsistence doesnt really do justice to how much these gems are culturally and socially expected to conform and be all the same. communism and socialism on the other hand are, at least in theory, built on the utopia of equality.

goods belong to the working class, everyone works toward the same goal (ie fighting the lunarians), all people are equal, which results in a few issues about (among other things) individuality, independence and self-fulfillment.

yet both systems contemplate the existence of money and private property (especially socialism). also, socialism and communism seek to abolish social classes, while gem society has them (ie the fighters and the diamonds are elite classes).

since they lack a proper state, money and a market, it seems to me that the gems’ socioeconomic system can also be compared to a participatory economy or some form of anarchist economy, like anarcho-communism or inclusive democracy.

here’s a brief overview, i did my best to sum it up but if i made some mistakes dont hesitate to tell me:

participatory economy: people come together for all decisions, they determine which goods to produce and which goods go to whom. it’s like self-management but your say in a certain matter is proportionate to how affected you’ll be by the decision. focus is on transparency and little hierarchy to encourage cooperation.

anarcho-communism: no state and no private property, money is abolished, guiding principle is “From each according to his ability, to each according to his needs.” Goods are used, not owned, and each person works whatever job they find most fulfilling (which is similar to how Sensei assigns gems a job according to their temperament)

inclusive democracy: this i included cause it can only be actualized in a small, self-sufficient community, like that of the gems. once again, no state, no money, no market, so no privileges and no accumulation of wealth. however there is a form of currency, labour vouchers, and it gets complicated. The idea of micro, self-sufficient community (domos) is v close to how the lustrous work tho, especially when private and public life kind of become the same thing.

it seems to me that the gems’ system is a mixture of a bunch of different systems. it looks like subsistence economy (social classes, lack of surplus, primitive tech) with a hint of socialism and communism (sameness, no property etc) and the stress on equality and lack of structure that comes with anarchism.

one major thing is that, even if there is no currency, personal value is still assigned (or at least perceived) according to how much you can contribute to society through work.

to wrap this all up: is it legit to speak of economic systems when the gems dont have private property, currency, food, or a market? ehhhh. they still produce and use stuff so why not. still, classifying their system is pretty tricky. let me know what you think and how many things i got wrong

#houseki no kuni #land of the lustrous #hnk #meta #hello welcome to economics 101 #aka i should have taken micro and macro ecs when i had a chance now i look like a fool

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imnotcameraready · 5 years

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chivalry is dead (19 [INTERMISSION 2])

A/N: cut to me rubbing my little fly hands together — i am SO excited to get this ball started that i’m literally boutta post 2 chapters, so bear with me here ,., also, posting them now because i’ve gotta go to work at around 11 and then dont wanna do posting/edits at like, midnight lmao

bc that’s when im just gonna. keep writing., im so excited for this arc y’all im literally shaking

WARNINGS: massive descriptions of disassociation, being lightheaded, mentions of being dehydrated, mentions of not eating, threats of being pushed down the stairs, bandage mention ig? — i think that's all on this one!!!

Words: 1181

AO3 link!

MASTERPOST! <– look here!! for the longterm warnings!! including sympathetic Deceit and cursing/swearing!

enjoy !!! <3 <3 <3 <3

“You’re in my world now, not your world~”

“Why are there so many stairs?”

“And I’ve got foes on the other side~”

“Wait, that’s not the lyric.”

“Sit down at my table~”

“.....Fine.”

“Put your mind at ease~”

“I put a spell on you~”

A small, tired laugh. “If you relax, it will enable me to do….”

“And now you’re mine~!”

“...Anything I please. I can read your future~”

“Be prepa-ared!”

“I can change it ‘round some, too~”

“Trust in me~”

More laughter. “Ironic.”

“Fuck off or I’ll drop you down the stairs. You started it!”

“I know, I know. It’s all almost done. I only hope Thomas is-I hope he’s okay.”

“Eh, who gives? He’ll be fine soon enough, don’t worry your bandages off. Come on, your gown is waiting.”

Thomas flicked his feet left and right, watching the television while paying absolutely zero attention while laying on the couch upside down. After failing to summon the Sides that morning, he’d gone to watch television, and found himself rewatching The Office again in a semi-binge state. It’d take a solid four days to watch it all but it wasn’t like Thomas had the motivation or drive to do anything else, despite the looming deadline on the new video’s script.

On any other day, he’d be able to hear Virgil screaming at him, Roman rushing around with ideas, butting heads with Logan over rewrites and edits. Patton’d pop in with some supportive words and an offer to make dinner sometimes.

But now? Now he wasn’t getting anything. It was as though all of his sides had clocked out at once — even Deceit and Remus weren’t delivering input. And whatever was holding back any of the other Sides he had (because, lets face it, Thomas had no idea how many Sides there were in total, especially not after Remus’ introduction) wasn’t letting up. So, using every ounce of deductive reasoning he had left, Thomas figured that he just. No longer had a personality.

The more he thought about that, though, the more he considered how irrational that would be. But he didn’t care enough to believe a separate reasoning? And didn’t have the focus, creativity, or capacity to think of a different explanation.

So, The Office.

He had been sitting on this couch for upwards of twelve hours. Probably bordering on sixteen to seventeen hours, but he couldn’t count. It was long past sunset outside, perhaps the stars were out.

An empty pizza box was sitting on the couch beside him. At least he had the common sense to eat one meal — an extra large pepperoni meal, but a meal nonetheless.

What the heck was happening?

The phone on his chin, balanced there out of boredom a few hours ago, buzzed and nearly fell off.

Thomas’ hand smacked up to it, causing his phone to fall and hit his nose. That caused a chain reaction of him falling over, first sideways onto the couch, then rolling off the couch all together and onto the floor.

So much for “nothing happening.” Thomas groaned as he pushed himself up onto his elbows and grabbed his phone, which had slid beneath the table.

He flicked it on.

JOAN —> IMG0492.JPG

Ah. Thomas squinted and opened it.

It was a Sanders Sides meme, one of the new templates. He covered his mouth and snorted with laughter, shaking his head.

Another text from Joan dinged.

JOAN —> you alive? you missed prime coffee shop writing hours

Oh, heck. Thomas mentally chided himself. He and Joan were going to hunker down at a cafe and hash out the new script today to get it done before the deadline. Of course he forgot, like an absolute doofus.

He began typing out a response. The thought of lying flitted through his mind, the excuse of being “out of it” wasn’t exactly the best reason. He thought for a second but he couldn’t even think of an adequate lie. Wow. Even Deceit had clocked out. Thomas probably should have tried to summon him, now that he thought about it. A little past time, but, oh well.

Alright, the truth. How the heck was he supposed to explain that he couldn’t think? Thomas pushed himself off the floor on his elbows, but winced as the weight seemed to leave his head almost immediately. He kept a hand on the couch as he sat up on his knees, one hand running through his hair and then resting on the back of his neck.

How long had he been sitting upside down again? Goodness gracious. Part of him wanted to be worried about the repercussions of not having a coherent thought process, but the other was kinda singing Disney songs on repeat.

In actuality, the most coherent thoughts he had held all day was the nonstop playlist of Disney songs that seemed to run through his head.

At least that meant Roman was still kicking? That’s what that meant, right?

Oh, yeah, the text. Thomas pushed himself up onto the couch, ignoring how both of his legs seemed to be asleep, buzzing with the prickly pain of pinched nerves and a lack of blood. Lack of blood. All the blood was in his head. Heheheh.

Gosh, he should sleep soon, he was getting light headed. Had he had any water today, actually? The thought of water made his throat run dry — no, no he hadn’t.

Focus, Sanders. He bit his tongue and typed out a response. Using both thumbs, because for some reason, his single-hand coordination was not working.

THOMAS —> Yeah. Sorry about that, I think I’m sick or something. Haven’t been able to hold a thought all day and my head is super light.

JOAN —> thats fair, do you have tea or some soup? :( if youre that sick do you wanna push the script deadline a day or two?

What did Thomas do to deserve Joan, they were always such a beacon of sunlight. He smiled to himself and responded as fast as he could while typing like a technologically illiterate fool, one letter per minute.

THOMAS —> That would be awesome. I’ve got tea, too. Think I’m gonna go to sleep soon though

THOMAS —> Could we push one day? And if you’re still not doing anything on Sunday, we could reschedule

JOAN —> okay, I’ll let the team know. you get some sleep!!

JOAN —> I’m down for prime coffee shop o’clock on Sunday. 9 am at brewed awakening?

JOAN —> if you need some soupy soup let me know

Then they sent a cat gif with hearts from Giphy. What an angel.

Thomas exhaled and leaned back on the couch. He put his phone flat on his forehead, then crossed his arms. That was the best news to come out of today, honestly. One day was better than no days. And if he and Joan could mix up some good ideas on Sunday, then all the better.

Hopefully that’d give the Sides enough time to figure out what the flip was happening in there.

taglists!

chivalry taglist: @starlightvirgil @forrestwyrm @daflangstlairde @marshmallow-the-panda @askthesnake @k9cat @patromlogil @theobsessor1 @ninja-wizard101 @fandomsofrandom

general taglist: @jemthebookworm @okay-finne

#chivalry au #thomas #thomas sanders #sanders sides #fic #my fic #roman #roman saners #ts roman #ts fanfic #pour one out for 1 braincell thomathy #hes been having a rough time #i like how as soon as remus was introduced ive begun sliding him in at every possibility #like im wow

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No Wait Unblock Me

Archive Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/18215168/chapters/43133210

Chapter 2/10 of It’s A Handheld Disaster

Word Count: 1580

Chapter Summary: Simon and Baz finally get to "mutuals" status.

BAZ

For the third time today, I see a similar notification slide through my drop down.

bi-sammy sent you a picture

Part of me initially wants to sigh, roll my eyes, and swipe it away, because apparently part of me wishes to be alone for the rest of my life. Thankfully, the reasonable, tiny sliver of my mind makes sure I don’t make such a mistake.

Given the situation, one would think we’d parted ways. He makes a post, we stop the argument, all is fair in fandom and war. Except, now I believe Snow has grown under an impression that after one exchange, it qualifies us for somewhat of a friendship, and therefore reason to send me memes. Don’t get me wrong, memes are a fantastic waste of time and barely a waste of energy, but it’s strange that he’s not fucking off like most people.

Maybe I’m used to others being scared of me.

Maybe I’m used to others following my tactics of scaring them away.

Whatever I’ve done hasn’t worked, since this arse is immune to my attempts at coldness and mild animosity. I’m starting to suspect there’s something genuinely wrong with him, like he doesn’t get enough love and attention.

Guess that makes two of us.

I guess I somewhat crave this friendship. I’ll speak the truth to that and say yes, I smile when his memes pop up. They’re almost always fandom, and definitely made on Photoshop. This one, I see as I tap and let it load, is the crudely drawn Kirby graphic shoving burgers into his mouth, but over Kirby is photoshopped a picture of Huxley’s face and the burgers are Sam's ass.

It’s all poorly done and, sadly, extremely endearing.

My thumbs hover over my keyboard, cheeks creasing as I stare down at the picture. I lay back against my pillows, the curtains drawn and my hair pulled out of my face. It’s quite lonely; my life’s a sterile mixture of quarantined education and age old settled dust in my ancient room. It’s nice to have his somewhat obnoxious messages pop onto my screen, but it feels so odd. So foreign, and barely understood.

I want to understand.

gaystrell: why are you still messaging me?

I get an answer not even a minute later.

bi-sammy: do you want me to stop?

I don’t even hesitate to send out a reply, feeling a steadily growing lump in my throat, choking me mindless.

gaystrell: no.

bi-sammy: then why did you ask?

gaystrell: i just

gaystrell: don’t get it

bi-sammy: get what?

gaystrell: why you’d want to talk to me

bi-sammy: because youre cool

gaystrell: vexing me won’t get you “street cred”, if that’s what you’re after

bi-sammy: shit no wait that’s not what i meant

bi-sammy: dont block me fukc wait

bi-sammy: id just meant that you wrote all that shit and i thought it was really cool and

bi-sammy: i dont know

bi-sammy: i thought we could be friends since you did all that

bi-sammy: ill stop if you want me to

gaystrell: calm down you’re clogging my notifs

gaystrell: do that again and i /will/ block you

gaystrell: but………. if you actually do want to be friends i suppose i’m willing to give forth a little attention

bi-sammy: im osrry i dont speak posh cunt

gaystrell: too bad, blocked

bi-sammy: no wait unblock me

gaystrell: fine last chance

bi-sammy: bitch

gaystrell: b l o c k e d

bi-sammy: no but,,,,,,, i do want to be friends

I’m smiling like a fucking loon, scrolling through our brief exchange. It’s strange. Most people aren’t upfront about wanting to talk, or wanting someone to talk with. Wanting a friend, even. I have the people follow me and ask me questions, and of that only a small handful of those who actually interact eith me (and even in that, we usually only speak to give each other a helping hand).

And despite that, here’s someone who wants to try.

I suck my lower lip into my mouth, trying to think of my course of actions.

There’s a simple one I can take now (and probably should’ve taken as an initiative). I click his icon, and click “Follow” on his page.

It doesn’t take very long before I get a notification come through, starting that he mentioned me in a post.

It isn’t very long, but it gets its point across in the best way possible. It’s just a mobile screenshot, reading “gaystrell started following bi-sammy” with a quick caption.

god himself entered the groupchat. how do i block him?

SIMON

I wonder what it’d be like to see me in the moment. It’s a real shame Penn wasn’t around to capture it, since I’m in the middle of French class, but I must’ve smiled so stupidly that it caught the attention of the professor. He gave me a stern look until I set down my mobile.

The moment he turned away, I opened it back up and grinned.

At first, I didn’t believe what I was seeing. Him. Following me.

Us. Mutuals. Mutuals.

Of course I had to screenshot and post as a brag (barely humble, more metaphorically sucking my own knob for all my followers to see). Nobody really cares, as expected.

Well, nobody except the single message from none other than Mr. Bitch.

gaystrell: blocked. unfollowed. reported. waste of space.

My smile creases back my cheeks as they flush pink. I send back a quick message before turning my mobile over, foot tapping double the speed of the analogue on the wall.

bi-sammy: ;)

BAZ

He winked. Interesting.

I’m out of breath.

Fuck?

I lay my phone flat away from me, face down as I squint at my wall. I should respond in a composed fashion. I have to be clever, and not one-upping him is never an option. After all, does this qualify as flirting? Friendly banter? What am I doing with this random fucking bloke that I don’t even have a face to put to?

He’s my age. Roughly. Yes?

I check his tumblr again, as if I hadn’t just read his bio earlier.

simon // he/him // 17 // hold my fucking hand (please)

Maybe he’s just straight and I’m misreading it. Yes. Probably. Aren’t most people straight? Is that still a fact? (I highly doubt it, given how boring that must be.) But he winked at me. Somewhat prompted, I’ll give him that, but it was still a fucking wink.

I wink in texts to Dev and Niall too, though, but that’s different, isn’t it? I’d never snog either of them (especially fucking Dev), but hey. If unfaced internet boy asked for a snog, would I?

I’m too wrapped up and starved for human interaction to properly deal with this.

gaystrell: i will carry on with my threats, snow

There it is. Perfectly biting, while not being entirely rejecting. Maybe I’m better at this than I thought.

Or, perhaps, I’m worse, because even an hour and a half after sending the text, he’s silent.

I remind myself every few minutes that he most likely attends an actual school and has classes, but it makes my chest ache in the most unfair way every time my mobile tempts me with an unrelated notification.

I work myself to the point of moping down in the kitchen, slumping against the fridge whilst watching Vera make tea. She’s relatively silent, knowing better than anybody to leave me to sulk.

“You’re a drama queen,” she tuts, looking over me. Granted, I dress like a slob and borderline haunt this godforsaken mansion, but I feel as though that makes me entitled to being the way I am.

“I’m lonely,” I sigh, head resting against the fridge. It hums beside me, the chromed metal cooling my cheek. “Am I not granted a dramatic spell every now and then?”

“Not unprovoked.”

I set a hand against the handle, then let it drop. I’m not hungry. “What if it was provoked?”

“Is it?”

Instinctively, I pull out my phone and click it on. Nothing. “Perhaps.”

Vera frowns at me, walking over and setting a hand on my arm. “What’s wrong? Are you feeling okay?”

My eyes slowly roll as I push myself off the appliance, standing upright. “Physically, yes. Don’t fuss. It’s just… online shit.”

“You spend too much time on the phone,” she sighs, letting go and going back to the tea as she fixes me a mug. “Don’t you think you’d be happier to disconnect from social media for a day or two? Go on a walk, see nature?”

I snort, looking outside. “And what? Trip and bust open my knee? That’d wind me back up in care for at least a few days.”

“You act like you’re made of paper and glass.” She offers over my mug, letting my fingers wind around the handle before she shakes her head.

“I might as well be,” I huff down before thanking her and blowing on my tea.

Once I leave back up to my room, I realise it's somehow more depressing in here over the kitchen with Vera’s disapproval of technology rantings. At least she’s some sort of company.

As I’m sipping my tea, I go back to scrolling on my laptop as a notif pops up, jarring me with the sound but letting me breathe again.

bi-sammy: why do you know my last name smh

I exhale slowly, smiling to myself.

gaystrell: you commented on my google doc, you idiot

#carry on #fanfiction #fanfic #snowbaz #fic #mine #it's a handheld disaster #simon snow #tyrannus basilton grimm pitch #tyrannus basilton grimm-pitch #baz pitch #simon #baz #wow look at me #updating once a day #wowwie

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