Just curious what the average level of personal investment in these sorts of things is. Like, how much do people usually get into silly stuff like this their friends ask of them? etc. etc. Which I know, only surveying a small sample on a very specific website means I'm not getting an exact average idea lol, but.. curious nonetheless .. Maybe reblog for bigger sample size but also this is not very serious at all/not worth a call to action gbhjbhjb
who up getting autistic over a podcast theyve never seen
more under cut idk if theyll format or not... beware
some of these i just did some of these are old
some of these are the drawing style thing i did sooo.... in order... : FIRST THROUGH FOURTH IMAGE peter drew those :-) FIFTH rumi drew that one :-) SIXTH exandroth drew those :-) SEVENTH peter drew that one :-) self portait EIGHTH rumi [bad at art edition] both NINE and TEN i dont remember if they were ment to be peter or just me goofin... so picjk ur poison LOL ELEVEN thats peter LAST THREEEE meeeeee :3 9-10 and 12-14 are the older ones everything else i did last night / this mornin'
recoloured this old warmup to repost cause I had it on my mind.
If Clark is going to be in earth 19 (gotham by gaslight universe) (they're publishing more gbg and clark is going to be there), then listen to me listen to me, he needs to be a cowboy. Superman needs to be a cowboy in the big city. I am SOO serious about this. I am on my knees, DC, let me write for you, I would add so many themes about modern technology versus traditional knowledge and sprinkle in some anticolonialism PLEASE.
You could have a cute little Daily Planet that has to struggle against yellow journalism in a smoky little backroom & setting their own type, a la The Truth. You could have gentlemen's clubs. You could have a brutal war against unions in the streets and one lone titan of industry giving into their demands. You could have the exact same 3 batkids from the movie, there's literally nothing to improve on there. You could have Clark tear down a barbed wire fence with his bare hands, in a futile attempt to unravel colonialist ideas of private land ownership. Imagine the alien knows more about the earth, the real earth, than the knight in his city does. Imagine the American dream failing Clark, who has to go back east to the big city, failing Bruce, who lost his parents, failing everyone over and over until they decide to build something without it. In an era of rampant exploitation, what do real heroes look like?
Or you can make the justice league fight big steampunk robots ig I'm excited either way.
Borderline proud of myself yet again for not succumbing to laziness, and sleeping my way through the Sunday. And bringing myself to finally see this through.
The taglist remains:
@melancholicmonody , @ambidextrousarcher, @chaanv, @vidhurvrika, @bleedinknight, @stxrrynxghts, @supernatasha, @kalpansh, @alwaysthesideofwonder, @raat-jaaga-paakhi, @slayerofthevampire, @demonkidpliz and anyone else at all.
Factual corrects, comments, and constructive criticism are always welcome.
Also, please feel free to drop in with any prompts that you may have. I'm officially out of ideas for any writing at all, and hence on the lookout for inspiration to dawn as an epiphany.
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Fandom: Mahabharat | Star Plus Mahabharat
Pairings: Bheema/Draupadi
Warnings: Mentions of War | PTSD | Trauma | Bloodshed
Summary: The Second Pandava deals with ghosts of the War. Alone.
Disclaimer: This is entirely a work of fiction, based on an idea I had while reading C. Rajagopalachari’s version of the Mahabharata. But I do have to say this, this has a lot to offer that is different from the Mahabharata that is actually popular. I just hope that this resonates with the readers, and you read this, and find this worth your time and your feedback. Please leave a short comment or a like, whatever you may deem fit. And as always!
THANK YOU!
Note: Link to the said source: Here
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Chapter 1
Chapter 2, and
Chapter 3
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Chapter 4
The Ghosts
“The Grandsire’s Mother,” Draupadi said, after an eternity, “hasn’t been able to cleanse all, it seems.”
“I’d felt it, My Love,” Bheema rose from her lap, breathing into his palms as if trying to regain his breath, “when Jyeshth performed his last rites. The Holy River is never turbulent, never acerbic. She took in all his penance, while he cried himself hoarse. She let him vent his grief, but-”
- “I doubt even she could have borne it all. I felt his grief assume the most tangible form it could as I held him, as I might have heard her calm whisper, as if she unburdened some his grief on my form.”
- “Trust me Panchaali, Pavanputra hasn’t granted me the strength to heave this angst.”
As if it were in Him to erase the sanguine trail of Kurukshetra.
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She thinks of it all, once again.
The Kuru Palace seemed to assume the form of a grandiose crematorium. Dead bodies everywhere.
Gone were the decorated halls, and, perfumed chambers.
Gone were the regal, elephantine embellishments, of gold and silk.
Gone was the resplendence.
All was bereft of everything, but death, and the pallor of destruction.
Krishna always seemed to emphasise that the means were warranted for the end. But, at the end of it all, what deific poultice could heal wounds that were irreparable? Which God could reverse the deaths of those multitudes?
Could the land of Kurukshetra be cleanse of the rank odour, and sanguine of The Great War, even if their burden was to be meant to be borne by posterities on end?
She tries to not let her memory go down that rabbit hole. The incidents, haven’t yet let themselves take leave of the inner recesses of her memory. Her being still doesn’t allow it.
“I still wonder, Arya,” she breathes, “what if I hadn’t been-”
“Don’t, Panchaali,” Bhima cuts her short.
That was another mark of shame that his mighty frame had been unable to bear, even after all these years -
- Even today, now that the War was over.
- Long over.
It was for them to deal with the Ghosts of their past, their present, and
I just saw the tags on the first baby Jean you did (I cheated and read the tags + sent my ask before going to catch up on the story lol) and wanted to respond to that too! Sorry for the non-writing ask, you don’t have to actually post this one if you don’t want, I just didn’t want to ignore those tags until next week!
I hope that your work does do something about what you reported, but either way it’s good that you reported it! If it’s something that ever happens to anyone in the future, there will be documentation that someone reported it and management failed to take the necessary measures to prevent it from happening again. You stood up for yourself and you may have potentially helped someone else out! You should absolutely feel proud of yourself!
You’re always so kind to me and I appreciate that so much! Thank you! Have a beautiful week! Besos xx🤍🤍🤍
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Jean approached the desk and stared up at the person sitting there. They were clearly busy, since they seemed to be writing something down on a notepad. He reached up as far as he could muster and whimpered a bit at the stretch.
"How can I–" the person said before looking up and making eye contact with him. "Hey bud. Don't hang on the desk like that, okay? I don't think it's the most stable thing and I don't want it tipping over on you. What can I do for you?"
I suck at writing friends to lovers or anything where a relationship wasn't / hasn't been really established. Like, I jump straight into awkward feelings and blurred lines. Any tips for fleshing things out more?
oKAY so -- friends to lovers is one of my FAV TROPES bc it just *clenches fists* has UNLIMITED potential to either be the most whOLESOME shIT or SUPER GODDAMN AnGSTY.
right but, i think the most important thing is to establish the basis of the friendship first (at least imo). for me, friendship (at least the GOOD, TRUE kind) is always a kind of comfort, a certain level of familiarity with each other. and there are things that show that in text:
inside jokes
(lovingly) shitting on each other (one of my FAV TROPES!!! see: iwaoi)
physical touch
emotional vulnerability
etc etc etc
and i think esp for the FRIENDS aspect of this, there's nothing better than looking at your own life and your own frienships -- how do you act around your closest friends? what walls do you take down when they're around? how do you talk differently? how do you move around them?
start there, and take stock of those things. and then, translate them to the characters ur writing! and boom, you have the "friendship" part down.
if you want to go even further back and detail the beginnings of friendship -- the one thing to keep in mind is that usually friendships start because you share something in common with another person and then you bond over it right. so -- i have friends who are all writers, i have friends who went to the same college i did, i have friends i met through my bf but we all love fuckin drinking good wine and eating good food so we send each other insta reels of all the newest restaurants that we wanna try in town --
again, look at how your own friendships start, and transpose that into the story.
do your characters meet at school? in the library? on a crowded subway station when it's fucking 98 degrees outside and they're both so damn tired of the day but there's a dude screaming into his phone standing way too close and they catch each otehrs eyes and roll their eyes at the same time???? like -- commonality brings people together. shared experiences and honestly shared suffering brings ppl together too.
mOST of my best friends are my best friends bc we're all shady as fuck together. LMAO. use that. take that and put it into your story.
that's what builds a solid foundation and then -- you already know the rest :) the blurred lines, the awkward feelings -- the ????? WTF WAIT DO I LIKE THIS PERSON ?!?!??!???!
Hello!! Thank you so much for the ask, I love this one...!
So. I'm mainly considering Wammy's era Near here, largely because I imagine that's the time in his life when he has the most actual restrictions on the sort of thing he'd be allowed to own — as L, obviously there are still things that would be contraband, but I imagine there's little real threat given the privileges granted to L more broadly. Also, off the top of my head, I'm coming up empty for something he'd own as L that would be genuinely illegal.
For a long time, I have really, really liked the idea of Near being able to pick locks. He has so many different skills / hobbies, many of which require very good fine motor control... I can just very easily see him having taught himself to pick locks for fun. This is something I imagine he would be able to figure out from reading up on lock design or what have you in books in the Wammy's library, or by looking at early online resources for it. When he was at the orphanage, he of course didn't have the means to buy a real lock pick set, so he painstakingly made his own by bending & shaping bobby pins and paperclips and such. He would break into various off-limit rooms— not really for any particular purpose, just to see that he could do it and could get away with it. He'd re-lock the door after, and no one would ever know he'd been there. If I'm entertaining the idea of a somewhat more mischevious Near (tbh it's entertaining to imagine Near like this in general, but I especially like picturing fem!Near this way) perhaps he'd move something slightly, or maybe even steal something temporarily, only to return it a few days later.
headcanon asks for characters / ships & their possessions ❣️
having a mild freakout over forgetting a major canon event that actually influences literally everything about the character whose POV I am not only writing in but whose character arc is literally the driving factor of this entire goddamn fic
Despite all appearances otherwise, I'm still (like barely) alive. I'm actually all caught up with the anime right now and there is just so much I've been needing to scream into the electronic void talk about. (I've even got screenshots/gifs for most of it, it's just a matter of finding a time when work doesn't drain every inch of my health by the end of day.)
But I didn't stop by to complain! No, I just wanted to share a minor clip from one of the more recent episodes. Nothing big or spoilery or anything, promise. It's just this small, otherwise unimportant, entirely missable scene....
You know, the one with Zoro being so unbelievably sexy that I haven't once stopped thinking about it in DAYS.
Just look at him! That smirk! (Are they sure Enma is the sharpest blade because that smile could cut right through a Mihawk's cold, haki infused heart.) Actually, you don't even have to look at him, that voice alone is easily more powerful than Gears 1 through 3 (and hey, I won't claim it could take on the god-like powers of Gear 4, we don't really have enough material to judge. Oh, here's an idea! Let's put them both in front of Law, see which one destroys him faster. I don't care if Gear 4 is Buggy-Bunny-But-The-Rock, The Rock still has to wind up his punches. But that look directed right at you? The devastation is likely immediate and irreversible.)
Like, the way he starts out almost defeated, the gravity and soberness in that initial "No" as he turns to face this seemingly unbeatable force. He's put the weight of Luffy's dream and the promise he's made to his captain on winning this battle, and taken along with how serious and direct he's been with Franky so far it helps create an expectation we're going to see that determined, unemotional, unbending Zoro from Thriller Bark or his battle with Kaido. He'll probably say something somehow very self centered while appearing selfless with that grave steeliness he gets when he's resolved against all odds like, "No, I have to do this alone" or "No, what good am I as a swordsman if I can't do this for my crew and our captain?" or if he wanted to go with the typical overly dramatic swordsman tone: "No, Luffy is trusting me - to defeat this man, and make him king of the pirates!" And we'd all swoon because even though Luffy's default introduction/greeting/phrase to yell out regardless of the circumstances is, "My name is Luffy D Monkey and I'm going to be the king of the pirates!" when it's someone else saying it, fans get all emotional. Especially if it's one of the core characters who has a reputation as being more mature or is typically more reserved and private or is, I don't know, someone who tends not to waste his breath correcting stupid people who are being stupid because what does Zoro he care what these nobodies think, Zoro he knows with unshakeable certainty that what Luffy says is true and has enough confidence in both his captain and his own abilities that other's opinions aren't worth addressing.
And even though Zoro turning all seriousness and focused marks some amazing moments in battles, the way that at the last second he is staring straight ahead at this natural disaster level foe and that smile just cuts across his face, completely slicing through that more serious mask Zoro sometimes wears to reveal that bloodlust and pure unadulterated love of the challenge is so absolutely gorgeous and perfect and satisfying.
Like, yeah, of course I love when Zoro gets all Business-Only, For-My-Crew-Name-And-Captain and just doesn't back down or lose focus because he understands this is something he has to do and only he can take on this fight. It fills me with so many, many emotions all of which Zoro is doggedly ignoring because it's all about The Fight but in my heart I know it's because he feels so much for his friends that he's decided that this is his role on the crew to act as both attack and guard dog and take/deal the hits they can't. Beautiful.
But man, oh, man, can anything beat when Zoro goes full "fucking brat who thought learning to hold a katana between his teeth and stumbling his way through a handful of forgettable bounties meant that when the worldwide champion, a warlord, a man so unmatched he's become bored of the very art he master just happened to be passing by he immediately thought to himself, yeah, I'm MORE than ready to kick this asshole off his throne. Hell, just last week I was stabbed and nearly killed by some shitty clown but look how that turned out. I can take on anyone, this bastard included. For fuck's sake he's only got one sword. Fucking amateur."? And whose sole reaction to having his chest sliced in half was, "yo, captain, if you've got a fucking problem with me being fucking UNSTOPPABLE speak up while you can because after this, it's all kicking ass all the time."?
Like, man, you are one cocky little idiot. Never change.
thinking about how there's this rise of kill the rich movies the last few years and how many of them feel off and I figured out what it is for me. Please forgive any minor errors I'm not fresh on most the movies I'm thinking of.
I saw Parasite, thought it was fantastic, it made me think, it made me uncomfortable, it was a great movie.
And then I've since seen Glass Onion, and The Menu, and found them lacking in substance. Because they're portrayed as fighting the same fight, right, but they make it so palatable. The focus is moreso on making you hate the rich people that get killed than embracing the story as a whole. We know the people that get killed are assholes, but the story is still primarily focused on them. We learn the most about them, and those who are doing the killing come off as. Less developed characters echoing the current popular sentiment for views rather than as those who have really engaged with it.
In the menu, [spoilers] it's all "we're service workers we give and they take" and there's no. We don't ever get to see them really give, before people like the "victims" ruined the joy they found in their careers. We just see them as robotic individuals working to carry out mass murder and execute culinary artistry. Much of the movie was spent on making viewers develop a loathing for the people being killed, making it something to be relished, moreso than highlighting possible moments of self recognition in them as Parasite did. Glass Onion and The Menu, you don't end up questioning yourself because the characters you're supposed to hate are practically caricatures. In Parasite, casual disrespect is highlighted. It is shown to matter. The disparity in lives is shown. You see things that are gross and off-putting and you can't look away. I got none of that with the other two. Those felt more like something to reassure people who, while not rich, still view themselves as above those in poverty. To say that hey, youre not that bad look at these bozos. And while that is, admittedly, very entertaining, it doesn't really foster any critical thinking or self examination that could lead to moments of growth.
This is not to say that those movies are bad, they are enjoyable for their own reasons. Not every movie needs to spark radical self change and all. However, with kill the rich messeging specifically, I think that a lack of time given to developing the characters that are actively dealing with that financial struggle, and at times refusing to showcase that struggle beyond dialogue, says a lot about the level of engagement with the theme. By showing the "rich" as being outrageous individuals who have most of the screen time, that still indicates that those are the most important people there.
I've already mentioned several times where my mind was at after Parasite. With Glass Onion and The Menu, I was instead trying to figure out why I felt like they lacked depth. It felt like they were so removed from reality that they didn't prompt one to examine where the sociopolitical and economic values are placed. And that shallow feel makes me uneasy when the immediate messege of the movie seems to be "screw rich people" because of where we are in the world right now, with strikes and labor unions making a comeback and the everything else. Because there's more to the story and they made it feel just. Cheap. Like you cheer it on for an hour or two and then forget it exists, because those movies let you.