#I feel this would be funny out of context

[room-surprise]

Are we 100% certain this was a typo (mistake) and not a retcon/change/improvement/whatever you want to call it?

The only reason I ask is that we know Kui sometimes makes art changes after the initial publication, so there's no reason to assume she'd never make a writing change, unless the publisher or Kui specifically said this was 100% an error. Is it a matter of the Japanese text missing a single stroke that turns rancher into ranch cow, and the wrong character getting printed? Or was it a change of wording to improve the joke?

(And if it was definitely 100% a printing error, feel free to ignore my speculation below lmao.) Laios wanting to be a cow seems to be the thing Chilchuck is THINKING he'll say, since this is in the context of Laios dressing up as a calf so he can milk a minotaur by tricking it into thinking he's a suckling calf.

There are two different punchlines here, and both make logical sense and are funny, but maybe Kui thought the second one was funnier and wanted to change it? Or maybe Kui felt the original punchline gave away too much about Laios' deep desire to not be human? (Dissecting the different punchlines after the cut)

First punchline: Laios says he wanted to be a ranch cow, which is the kind of thing Chilchuck thought he'd say, and is explicitly a weird and creepy thing for Laios to want, since the actual life of a cow or bull on a ranch is full of things that most humans would consider violating, dehumanizing and traumatic if they had to constantly endure them.

But considering other things we know about Laios' character, though this is strange, it's not necessarily out of character. He very well could have had a fantasy about being an animal he admires, being treated like an animal instead of a person, and being desired, used, and ultimately eaten by others. Second punchline: Chilchuck THINKS Laios is going to say he wanted to be a cow, but then Laios says something surprisingly normal... But then there's an additional level of humor, because what part of "dressing up as a cow and pretending to suckle" reminded Laios of "being a rancher"? Kui makes it clear that the part of the experience Laios likes is being cradled to the minotaur's chest like a baby. Does Laios think normal ranchers do that? And obviously that is inherently funny.

it IS possible that his dream was to be a *minotaur* rancher specifically because of the cow costume/suckling thing... But that would require him to have already known about how minotaurs are milked in the past, which I don't think he did.

Of course, ultimately none of this matters, but it's fun to think about 😊

[danieyells]

hi danie, I was chatting with a friend about Haru having 4 houses and we made two theories:

1st one, he's an orphan, he moved a lot (maybe for anomalies reasons?) he was always cheerful with the other kids, that's why he was in Dionisya and he's funny, he loves to make everyone smile. And then when the house was disbanded he moved to Jabb, one that takes care of others and this is the reason he's so protective over the animals, Towa and Ren, he wanted to create a family he never had.

2nd one, his parents moved a lot for work but they're rich af, so they simply buy an house instead of renting one (or they have a big family and lived with relativies) (he can't manage money because back then he never had the problem to see the price before paying)

Hi! I don't think that "home" in this context is literally "house". A "home" isn't always a house--it's anywhere you live(d) or consider yourself comfortable and familiar. Okayama being his "fourth home" would either mean "the fourth place he lived" or "the fourth place he feels comfortable/attached to", not "fourth house", I think.

I think your first thought is much closer than your second! He considers modern firestarting stuff "fancy tools" and can easily make s fire with or without them, he's a pro at cooking on a barbecue and used to cook on an open fire a lot as a child, he's just happy to have a roof over his head and totally laughed off the idea of essentially sleeping on the ground. . .

. . .more than I think that he moved homes a lot I think he was either extremely poor or straight up homeless(or just heavily nomadic, maybe an immigrant with the slight implication that he's Chinese) most of his life. He had to get used to living outside in really poor situations. And maybe street entertaining was how they got by--or like you said he had to keep things upbeat with his family and companions, which loans to his cheerful nature now.

He's careless with his money but that's because he buys so much on sale with the mentality of 'when will i be able to get something like this at a better price? If i don't take advantage of it now it'll cost much more when i do need it!' which is an easy mentality to have if you're worried about how you'll be able to afford something necessary when it's really necessary. If you prepare in advance it can be more cost effective. Also sometimes when you're living paycheck to paycheck it's easy to spend all your money now because. . .when will you have money to spend later? You don't know. Is it really going to be helpful to try and save what little you have now for the future when you'll inevitably need to spend it and it won't be enough anyway? It's easy to align the monetary "carelessness" with actual thought when I'm not in a good financial situation myself lol.

There's also his pre-prologue line before jumping off the balcony. . . .

Being unable to protect his home. . .suggests that perhaps his previous homes were lost time and time and time again. That includes Dionysia too(which, by the way, he left before it was defunct as you may recall from Episode 16--maybe he left in hopes it wouldn't fall apart by whatever misfortune seems to follow him. . .but well you see how well that turned out.) Maybe he lost his first home. . .and the second. . .and the third and fourth and Dionysia too. And he's constantly having to move around because. . .well he has no other choice.

I do like the idea of him being an orphan and bouncing around homes a lot though. Something awful must have happened to his birth family maybe that he ended up in Japan and moving around so much. Although since Rui said that Okayama was where he lived before he came to Darkwick I assume that was his last pre-Dionysia home.

Oh also he says in his home screen lines that “I swore I’d take responsibility for protecting all the lives in this park. I can’t let anyone die on my watch.” and “I don’t know where I’d be without all the critters in this place if I’m honest with you." So I can definitely see him putting together this family--or at least trying to protect something that he knew was at risk and needed protection--in a desperate attempt to keep something together with his own hands while maybe it seems to him like his presence is what makes things fall apart. . . . And he's so attached now. These are his family and it's gonna be hard to move on to their internships. But hopefully things will be okay without him! Or maybe when he graduates they'll let him work there lol he can be the new advisor after Sinostra kills Hyde and sells his organs!

[skimmingmilk]

That scene from Lilo & Stitch (2002) where Nani sings "Aloha 'oe" to Lilo the night before she thinks social services will take her away but it's Sonic staying with Tails till he falls asleep the night before the guardianship court hearing

Oh, absolutely. That scene has been on repeat in my mind for the past several days, my friend. I totally get it. Not sure if you've read it already, but I do have this bonus scene from that night (“I’ll stay until you fall asleep.”) that I wrote a little over a year ago for "Sometimes the Picket Fence isn't Perfect." But with Lilo and Stitch (2002) fresh in my mind and feeling so soft about that scene in particular, I decided to add onto that night a little bit as a writing warm-up. It's recommended to read that fic first for context if you haven't already, then come back here, but please enjoy 💙

For eleven years, Sonic didn’t have a family. 

He’d never been the right fit for anyone, never knew what it felt like to be part of something bigger than himself. His edges too uneven and colors too vibrant to simply press him into an empty space in a puzzle and watch him fade into a picture perfect family. On his own, he’d always been enough to paint the whole picture. What you see is what you get. Just Sonic the Hedgehog.

To think it took less than a year to turn his entire worldview on its head.

Despite telling Tails how important it was for them to get some sleep the night before their guardianship hearing, Sonic was still wide awake hours after the fox kit had finally drifted off. He said he’d stay until he fell asleep, but for once he couldn’t bring himself to move. By the dusty moonlight filtered through the open window, green eyes traced a path they’d long-since memorized across Tails’s shadowed face. Even in the dark, he could tell the creases of concentration and worry lines had been smoothed out by the peace of an unconscious mind, too busy recharging for the day ahead of him to be bothered with what-ifs or hypotheticals.

On normal nights, Sonic could relate.

This was anything but.

No matter what the court’s decision was in several hours, nothing would stop them from being family. He’d meant that. It hadn’t been an empty platitude to placate his best friend into going to bed; it was a fact. One he’d fight to the death to defend. 

Sonic the Hedgehog spent eleven years without his family. He wasn’t going to give it up because some stranger refused to sign a scrap of paper. Their imperfect pieces fit each other and the picture they painted together had been beyond anything Sonic ever could’ve imagined.

People always assumed Sonic saved Tails but, while that was true to some degree, it went both ways. Sure it was a lot of work having someone depend on him when he didn’t know the first thing about taking care of anybody but himself, and there’d been times where he wondered if he’d done the right thing by taking Tails with him in the first place. If it had been selfish to keep him. But when the coolest kid on the planet looked up at him and called him his big brother…

How was he supposed to say no to that?

Tails saw him from the very start. He got him on a level no one else had ever bothered to aim for. And he loved him anyway. He wanted him anyway.

Those two days where he’d disappeared, Sonic’s world had been thrown off its axis as a new doubt took root that he hadn’t let himself question since he made the decision to be Tails’s brother. Was he what Tails needed? Was he what Tails wanted? Was the picture they made together, the one Sonic thought was perfect in all their imperfections, what Tails envisioned for his life?

Or did he want something… more?

Something Sonic couldn’t give him.

A mom. A dad. A picket fence. He couldn’t imagine what else. Not when he’d give the kid anything—everything.

…Including give him up, if that was what he really wanted.

But it wasn’t. He didn’t. And Sonic should’ve known, should’ve trusted, that Tails wanted their little, funny-shaped family just as much. That he’d been just as scared of losing it all.

“Will you stay forever?”

“Sonic?” Tails’s sleepy voice slurred his name, cutting through the thoughts clouding his mind. “How come you’re still up?”

Sonic’s smile came easy in the dark. “Guess my mind decided now was as good a time as any for a race or two,” he chuckled. 

“Mm? Thinking hard ‘bout something?”

“Nah. Don’t worry about it, keed. Go back to sleep.”

Brow creasing, Tails squinted at him, trying to make out his features through a half-lidded haze. “…You stayed.”

“Said I would, didn’t I?”

Tails continued to observe him despite the urge to sleep weighing heavy in his eyes. He was searching for something in his response, something Sonic thought he’d tucked well-enough out of sight.

“M’not going anywhere either.”

“Huh?”

Tails sighed gustily and tugged on the part of his blanket still beneath Sonic until he got the picture. He’d never bothered to get under the covers, content to lay atop them while his thoughts gave his feet a run for their money, so he sat up and shifted to the edge of the mattress. He hadn’t been cold, though now that it had been brought to his attention, he could acknowledge the light sea breeze blowing in through the open window making his skin prickle beneath his quills. Tails threw the blanket back and patted the indent he’d left behind, still warm from where he’d been lying.

Sonic settled into his spot beside Tails, tucking himself under the blanket. Tails gave him a moment to get comfortable again before he squirmed over to him, a warm, soft bundle of fur that nestled against his side. It was Tails’s turn to toss an arm and a tail across Sonic, their weight a surprising comfort and not just because he was a little cold.

“Not goin’ anywhere,” Tails repeated, eyes closed as his voice faded into a mumble. “S’okay, you can sleep, too.”

A lump formed in Sonic’s throat, his eyes boring holes into the ceiling as he stared up at it. He could fully understand Tails’s desire to flee to the wilderness to sleep beneath the stars again. To see the sky and the moon and the shadowy tops of trees instead of solid walls closing in on him on all sides.

Tails’s paw gently kneaded against his chest.

“If this doesn’t work,” Sonic croaked, his voice barely a whisper, “I’m sorry.”

They wouldn’t let themselves be separated, they wouldn’t allow it, but the life they’d have to lead… a life on the run, hidden away from society where they could never be found, and cut off from the friendships and supports they were just starting to build here… Tails didn’t deserve that. It wasn’t what was best for him.

Tails deserved a life that was full and bright. A life where he could shine to his fullest potential. A life that wasn’t built on fear and mistrust of everyone around them.

That was why he started all this in the first place. So Tails wouldn’t have to worry or wonder or want things that he couldn’t have. What he thought he didn’t deserve to have.

“M’not,” Tails murmured. “You tried. That’s what matters.”

“I could’ve done it different,” Sonic argued. “I could’ve done better. More. I should’ve told you—”

“You did it your way.” His voice cracked on a yawn before he nuzzled his cheek against Sonic’s shoulder. “Might not’ve been perfect, but that’s okay. S’what you always tell me, right?”

Sonic released a shaky exhale and some of the pressure in his chest eased up, even with the weight of Tails’s arm still holding onto him. “Think the stakes are a bit higher here than usual, keed.”

“Higher than beating ‘Buttnik and saving the world?”

“A bajillion times higher. I can beat ‘Buttnik with my eyes closed,” Sonic huffed. “But dealing with people who decide things like who gets to have a family and who doesn’t… never been too good at that. Never been too good at listening or following instructions or doing what I’m told…”

“No one tells Sonic the Hedgehog what to do,” Tails parroted, too tired to give it the “oomph” it usually carried, but the conviction was still there. “But you still do your best when it matters.”

“What if that’s not good enough this time?” Sonic whispered.

“Mm-mm-mm,” Tails hummed with a sleepy shrug. “But I’ll love you anyway.”

Sonic dragged his stare from the ceiling to look down at the mop of orange fluff snuggled against him. It wasn’t a shock, not when it was something they knew even if the words mostly went unspoken, but hearing it was still something else entirely. A bright splotch of color in the picture of their family. 

Sonic looped his arm around Tails, keeping him where he was, where he belonged. Right by his side. “I love you, too. No matter what. You know that, right?”

“Mm…”

“Tails?”

“Mmhm…”

An airy chuckle escaped him, gently jostling the two of them as Sonic’s smile returned, hopelessly fond. “Thanks for the pep talk, little bro. Don’t know what I’d do without you.”

And he never wanted to find out. Now that he knew what it was like to belong to a family, to matter so much to someone, and to realize they mattered, too, Sonic couldn’t see life without it. He didn’t want to.

Maybe it was selfish to take Tails away if the verdict wasn’t in their favor. Maybe it had been selfish to take him from the start. But if being selfish meant Tails knew he was wanted and loved and important to someone… then it would be worth it. If they had to run away, Sonic would find other ways to give Tails the life he deserved. Together, they could do anything. They were a team. A family.

And nothing would ever break them apart.

[death-and-ruin]

Good points by the OP. I'd like to add: It really depends on what you're trying to do! Because just saying "It was red" or "he ran to get her" can be totally acceptable, depending on what the context is. And as mentioned by OP, it can easily become too much! So, a good balance is needed.

Here's how I go about it, personally:

Is it just a small detail, or a short scene that ultimately isn't that important? Or maybe a funny little quip? You can stay simple, it's fine. No need to become the next Shakespeare.

Is it an important scene? One where you want to create a certain atmosphere? Or you want to convey to the reader that hey, this is important. Pay attention! ? Where you want the reader to feel something? Then you need to get more elaborate. Just saying "the room was extremely red" or "he ran to get her" do, indeed, not cut it in these cases.

It's all about the mood you want to convey, and the importance the scene holds!

Here's a personal example, shortened a bit:

The Alm hut was a cozy little wood building, with a wooden terrace in the back that allowed a fantastic view down into Thoroughfare. [...] On the terrace, wooden tables and benches invited visitors to stay for a while before continuing their journey. They sat, and Nua inspected the menu with suspicion, trying to see if there was anything she deemed edible [...].

This is from a story I'm writing currently. Its taken from a small scene that ultimately does not hold much importance. Its only job is to lead into a scene that actually is important, so I didn't spend too much time and energy on being descriptive and using flowery language. Sure, I could have gone into more detail about the view, used some flowery prose and what have you. But would it have been necessary? I don't think so. It would have just bloated up the scene unnecessarily and bored the reader. (That said, it probably does need some changes in wording, but you get the point.)

In contrast, here's an excerpt from a scene were I wanted to convey a very specific mood, and also convey that hey, this is important! Pay attention!

She eyed the house again, looked at the door in front of her. Eyed the splintered wood, smelled the rot that had spread its ugly fingers inside, heard how it creaked softly, pushed back and forth by the gentle breeze. It almost sounded like a soft cry. Don’t go inside. There is nothing for you here.

Or, from the same chapter as the alm hut scene above:

The Wildfirn was a vast, icy field stretching out before them, flowing down into a valley, the Wildpeak rising high on its other end, jagged black teeth jutting out of white gums. Behind them, the double spires of the Highwild scraped the sky, rough and sharp, ready to bite [...]

The bolded parts show my attempts to convey to the reader the danger of the mountains and the glacier they're about to cross, maybe even create a sense of foreboding - this ain't no peaceful hike, and something bad might happen here.

Hope that helps some people!

You don't actually write creative enough

Read your work again. You see: does, goes, places, etc. Red, blue, ugly, smelly. Authors often take shortcuts when writing and while it gets the job done, it doesn't give the power that it should. Sometimes, the word count is sacrificed for the greater good.

He ran to get her He lunged to steal her, or He charged to catch her

Once you have that, maybe you're still not writing creative. You can use synonyms, it's the easiest path to do. Yet, you can rephrase for a more unique sentence. Walk =/ strut. Do =/ act.

It smelled of decaying bodies Your smell soured of death's traces, or The air soured of death's traces

Describing things doesn't need to be flat either. It's a struggle to describe certain things—hair, eyes, height, posture, rooms, walls, etc.

The room was extremely red The room drowns her with fever-inducing red, or Every surface imaginable bleeds my eyes with red

This can easily become an overbearing way to attempt to reach the word count. However, it does help in situations where the writing has been too flat for too long and the narrator needs to show that this thing holds significance.

[chzdavmpr]

I'm a huge Ben 10 fan but honestly even in it's prime era it made some small decisions that I very much do not care for. Like let me explain one that sticks out in my mind.

So Kevin was trying to work up the courage to ask Gwen out to a dance. While they clearly are both into each other (to the point that gwen basically tells him he should ask her out) this is still a big deal to him. It's the first real romantic gesture in their relationship, so even though he's normally a very calm person he can't help but be nervous. So he goes to Ben.

Now the writers could have easily made Ben disapprove of Kevin being with Gwen, after all at this point it's only been like a few weeks since Ben and Kevin were enemies. But Ben trusts Gwen's judgement, and in a short time Kevin has proved himself enough to where Ben not only approves, but sees Kevin as a friend, so he gives him some advice. Some Advice and a suit.

Ben explains that the suit was given to him by grandpa max, and as the audience you already know that's a big deal. Max is perhaps the most important person in Ben's life, and at this point Ben thinks Max is dead, so Ben even though the suit was too big for Ben to fit in it, him choosing to give it away is a gesture of amazing weight.

It's honestly one of my favourite scenes of the entire show.

And then by the end of the episode the writers go "Ben was pregnant. Alien Ghost Pregnant. He was only acting that way cause hormones. Any scenes with him this episode don't count. Also he took bites out of the suit."

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Trapped in a vicious cycle of pining? Try gay sex! (More things to learn over at Tiger Tiger!)

[casually-eat-my-soul]

Ok so funny Merlin au, I don’t know if anyone has already had this idea but:

Arthur begins to believe that Merlin is magic after Merlin has “funny feelings” about things such as dangerous scenarios and bad nobles. Arthur realizes that Merlin has scarily good intuition that he, himself can’t explain. And the fact that Merlin knows so many things about magical creatures and that said magical creatures “that can only be killed by magical things” end up dead via Arthur when Merlin is around. So obviously the only answer is Merlin has magic and doesn’t know about it.

Arthur is so worried that Merlin will be devastated to learn he has magic and doesn’t know how to tell him. He also worried about the fact that one day he won’t be able to protect Merlin the next time someone accuses him of being a sorcerer because Merlin might have done magic by accident. He tries to breach the subject carefully, never fully bring up the whole sorcerer, he keeping watch on Merlin making sure he doesn’t display any signs about having magic.

Merlin is an anxious mess because Arthur keeps making sly comments about magic around him and is constantly watching him. Like Arthur is waiting for Merlin to slip up. Merlin is going insane and having heart palpitations on the Daily now. He thinks Arthur knows he has magic and is angry.

Arthur on the other hand, sees Merlin withdrawing from him and being extra nervous and secretive and naturally comes to the conclusion that Merlin has figured out he has magic, with Arthur help, of course; And is not distancing himself away from Arthur because of it.

Imagine Arthur seeing Merlin’s get really close to Lancelot during this time. He’s worried that Lancelot will figure out that Merlin has magic, or that Merlin is telling Lancelot that he has magic. He’s a little (a lot) muffled at the fact that Merlin might have talked to Lancelot about his magic. Arthur is also worried about Lancelot snitching so he has a “talk” with him about Merlin and magical behaviour and many threats but never directly saying that merlin has magic, you know in case Merlin didn’t actually tell Lancelot. Lancelot is just so confused. (For a week straight after this “talk”, both Lancelot and Merlin think that Arthur thinks that Lancelot has magic)

This would be especially funny if this is during the time when Uther is alive because there would be one giant misunderstanding where Arthur is protecting oblivious Merlin from being found out as a sorcerer but Uther thinks he walked in on his son boning is manservant.

Uther later tries to have a talk with Arthur about Merlin but Arthur panics because he thinks Uther is accusing Merlin of sorcery.

And it just goes back and forth until the reveal, just a constant series of misunderstandings.

[oswildin]

Ahhhh I literally had a post in my drafts about this— I hope you don’t mind me adding on and delving into the ‘Loki has always been different’ part you mentioned. I completely agree with you OP about his relationships with those within the TVA/series.

As an autistic individual myself, I see Loki’s Jotun heritage as a metaphor for a broader range of experiences and not only about the obvious context - which isn’t an uncommon thing in media texts. But Loki clearly spent a lot of his life feeling ‘different’ and not understanding why as OP mentioned. Similarly, neurodivergent people tend to feel the same way and can empathise with that sensation. I know that as an autistic person, I often feel like ‘the odd one out’ and have done all my life and it irked me that no one could tell me why I felt that way.

I remember sobbing when Loki learnt the truth, that he wasn’t being ‘dramatic’ or ‘delusional’ when he felt he wasn’t receiving the same treatment as Thor from Odin. Also, in no way am I trying to take this character or scene away from anyone who may have actually experienced a similar thing with being adopted or having an unhealthy relationship with a parent/relative (trust me, I know what that’s like which is why I also relate to Loki but anyway—). But I think Loki’s story is so universal when it comes to his struggles and fears. It makes him a character a lot of people can relate to for different reasons.

“You know it all makes sense now…”

I think we’ve all had that moment ourselves, especially when we’ve gotten a diagnosis or researched about neurodivergence and come to the conclusion we may be on the spectrum. Things click into place… It’s Loki’s raw emotion that also draws us in. The confusion, the shock, the anger, the heartbreak… Loki learnt that he wasn’t ���imagining things’, that his internalised thoughts had been more grounded in reality than he had maybe ever expected. It’s something many autistic people also experience, that cycle of grief to acceptance.

Loki, at his core, is a character who often feels misunderstood or mischaracterised by those around him. He plays into the roles thrust upon him to appease others, to be what he thinks others see him as. I have often felt misunderstood in my life, and I also struggle with telling people who I am, naturally falling into roles within different environments and groups that I felt “needed filling”. If you were to ask me to describe myself, I likely would give very limited, stock sounding answers: “I’m funny I guess, I think I’m kind, approachable…?”

That’s something Loki also struggles with:

“What makes a Loki a Loki?”

“Independence. Authority. Style.”

Loki doesn’t seem to know who he is without others around him. He doesn’t know where he fits in without others around him. He always had the role of ‘living in Thor’s shadow’, the ‘second son’, ‘the trickster’ with his family and he became something else entirely with the TVA fam, and when he lost that he found himself asking: “Without them, where do I belong?” His relationships with the TVA fam were different in a sense that he felt like he met others like him, as OP mentioned: displaced, manipulated/lied to, striving for purpose in their own ways.

Loki is palatable to neurodivergent audiences because his story is so relatable. There are moments where we can see ourselves in him. We can relate to his struggles with identity, his feeling of not being enough or equal, his experiences with being misjudged or misunderstood, the internal and external expectations he faces… There’s so much about his character that resonates to me.

(MCU) Loki and Autism.

Alright so, I want to talk about Loki and his autistic coding. Now I won't give much credit to the russo brothers since they made it very clear they don't particularly like Loki as an individual or character..

Anyway, Loki has always been different from the other asgardians. He never had friends of his own, he didn't have people he could really connect with, he was just different.

But that's not all that I want to talk about- I feel like his powers specifically his illusions come into play in this as well. Also his lying.

Okay, so, we know that autistic individuals tend to mask to fit in with society because they're not really accepted if they don't. (Society sucks.) Loki is never really accepted as himself- if he is faking being someone/thing else and people don't yet know of him/his intentions he's more accepted. I feel like it's a form of masking. Playing a role to be accepted. He lies his way through life, uses illusions to mask his true intentions and desires, his true self.. yet people can tell something is slightly off..

He still can't really fit in. Until he meets people like him such as Mobius. He can find connection through similarities although not voiced out loud. (Yes, I believe Mobius is autistic. With Loki and Jet Skis being his special interests) There's just that connection that they have- even at the start when they were enemies and trying to manipulate each other, they had some sort of connection. (Just my opinion though)

[canisalbus]

So i remember an ask mentioning your mortal enemy, Felis Atra and their cats, and i thought it'd be fun to draw what Felis Atra's version of your italian dogs would be.

I think they would be called Butter Knife and Flamengo! Butter Knife is not his real name, it's an nickname given by his peers because of how harmless he is. I choose Flamengo because that's the name of Vasco's rival football team here in Brazil, so i thought that was the perfect name :)

Cat Machete was slightly inspired by the Oriental Shorthair cat because of their long noses and thin head shape.

Cat Vasco was inspired by the Scottish Fold cat, because FLOPPY EARS. I gave Flamengo longer ears and orange fur to make him more like his look-alike.

The last doodle is a reference to this ask (https://canisalbus.tumblr.com/post/728923918314946560/me-i-am-machete-ear-fan-number-1-those-ears) and contains the tumblr ask stand-in dog, whose cat version was inspired by the American Curl cat! They have round ears that are slightly floppy outwards.

Final notes: I know cardinal clothes don't come in vibrant blue, but i was ADAMANT on switching Machete's and Vasco's clothing color patterns. I would draw the rest of Butter Knife's and Flamengo's clothes, but i suck at designing cool outfits.

Speaking of outfits, for Machete's iconic void outfit, i figured it would be fun to make it more baggy for Butter Knife, in contrast to Machete's, that looks very tight-fitted. I think it's cute, it kinda looks like a sweater. Also i can't imagine a Machete doppelganger without high heels boots, so those HAD to stay.

Oh, and just to be clear, i'm not like, claiming ownership of these guys or anything. I just thought it would be a fun exercise. Hope you like them!! I love your art and your characters.

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[swan2swan]

The biggest problem with Dominion is the dichotomy of Maisie's plotline with regards to motherhood, and the way both plots revolve around it from wholly opposite perspectives while never actually clashing.

Her plot starts off simply enough: she's angsting about not being a real person, Claire's trying to protect her, and Maisie spits at her with the "You're not my mother!" line right before she's kidnapped.

This is a classic Finding Nemo setup, which Claire takes to with gusto: she calls on favors, slips into seedy markets, fights a crime boss, eludes raptors, jumps out of a plane, and crawls through a forest to get the girl she calls her daughter back. Most stories would show this as a trial: ye olde "GASP! My parents love me!" story.

But the fact that Claire has no obligation to bring Maisie back is never challenged. Soyona doesn't bother with asking or playing the role of the tempting serpent instilling doubt; the closest the movie comes to that is Franklin giving her the "I told you this would happen" speech. It's all taken for granted, which is...okay, because we have already established who Claire is, but that's not the problem.

The problem comes with the other half of the story: Maisie mopes to Wu about how she's just a close, and Wu immediately points out how no, she was conceived and carried in a human womb just like everyone else! And he calls Charlotte "your mother".

And Maisie goes "Is that my mother?"

And when she meets Ellie, Dr. Sattler is somehow fully aware of who Maisie's REAL MOTHER, the one who created her and who she looks like, is, and gushes about how great of a eugen--person she was. Every single time Maisie talks about "her mother" with the people around her, the word is referring to Charlotte Lockwood, the woman who birthed her.

Meanwhile, that Claire woman is crawling into a slimy pond to get away from a twenty-foot-tall Kreugersaurus because she wants to get Maisie away from kidnappers.

Of course, Maisie runs back to her and yells "Those are my parents!", but there's still something missing there. Claire's side of the story is all about her powering through, risking her life time and time again to track down her daughter...but there's never really a moment between them later. Maisie even posits the "So I was just an experiment to her..." plotline that has been seen before, but even that's immediately refuted.

The movie's not wrong for avoiding the cliches and the oft-used tropes of foster motherhood, but it doesn't really break any new ground, either. Obviously, people can have more than one mom, but there's something of an imbalanced focus on Charlotte as Maisie's mother in the Maisie and Jurassic Park plotline, while Claire in the Jurassic World plotline is doing all the expected Mom Stuff.

I can't wholly express what's bothering me about it, maybe I'm overthinking it, but it...doesn't quite sit right with me.

[wheatormeat]

Rereading old haikyuu chapters, here's a bunch of silly Akaashis

[celestialrealms]

I just noticed Mephisto matches with Barbatos (who is matchy with Diavolo) in the anniversary outfits in his SSR memory card

These three were also the only three who had half masks in the masquerade event!!!

Anyway, The Royals with Mephisto chat group when? We got one for Purgatory Hall with Raphael..... it's just fair !!

And one for Mephisto and Diavolo as well, but also one for Mephisto and Barbatos too. because you can't tell me their relationship isn't deeper than the devs portray when Mephisto has lines like this about Barbatos's room:

[kit-screams-into-the-future]

Okay I saw more of your art and had to come back (if it’s okay)

Maybe this time….King Marty? Like in a kings outfit with the septor

and crown and stuff? Idk

no problem at all! i'm just happy you enjoy :D

anyone with any remote knowledge of historical dress from any vague period or region please avert your eyes.

[matoitech]

thinking abt when promare first came out and that trigger exec got asked if galo and lio were gay and he was like 'if i kissed my best friend bcuz he was going to die if i didnt kiss him and we were both guys would it make me gay' which didnt answer the question at all but did make me wonder why he went into so much detail abt it. and then later they said they were gay anyway (obviously) so what was that for man

[qoldenskies]

saw your rb and was like "aw! :D" and then i looked at your tag and was like "AW D:"

HAAAAAAAAHHHH LMAOOOOO

[hsslilly-blog]

i’ve been thinking about it and claire really liking journaling + making handcrafted cards are such introspective activities. she has to sit in silence with herself a lot for these things.