#Madman escape style

[sowhat17live]

Tutorial on how to escape in various styles by Going Seventeen 😂

[anantaru]

𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗜𝗥 𝗙𝗔𝗩𝗢𝗥𝗜𝗧𝗘 𝗦𝗘𝗫 𝗣𝗢𝗦𝗜𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡 !

˖˚˳⊹ their favorite sex position feat ayato : itto : kaeya : xiao : diluc : zhongli : childe : scaramouche : dainsleif x fem! reader

˖˚˳⊹ warnings: nsfw

standing up with ayato while he fucks you against a mirror, but you have to understand him! he's always so busy, even he needs some release every now and then. Good for him you're always by his side, completely unraveling against his touch whenever he wanted you to. "Open up a bit more, c'mon now." he whispered against your ear, gazing up at the mirror as he watched your facial expression knock to the other side, hiding your embarrassment that was written all over your cheeks. Though you obliged to his request, spreading your legs further as he seemed to approve, his voice low, barely a whisper as he continued to hum into your ear. Your whines set fire to his groin as the wave of pleasure hit your cunt so dearly, clamping down on his heavy cock which was dragging violently against your abused walls.

against the wall with itto because he's always searching for a new opportunity to show you just how strong he truly is, his shirt sweaty and stretched tightly over his body while his biceps flexed, the roped muscles of his forearms rippled while he was thrusting upwards your sloppy cunt. "you're mine mine mine." he'll chant groaning in between thrusts, feeling how you grabbed onto his upper arms with your small hands, nails digging and leaving crescent shaped marks all over it while you hid your face in the nook of his neck. Your eyes shutting tight at the stretch his cock would inflict on you while it dragged against your velvety walls heavenly, speed higher at every moan bubbling over your lips, biting down on the tender skin as he fucked you harder until white blurred your own vision completely, making you see stars.

69 with kaeya because even though you‘re on top of him, he‘s still controlling every part of your body. If you even dare to tease him a little bit, he‘ll make sure to properly punish you afterwards. Don‘t think he‘ll ever beg, it‘s beneath him and not his style, though when you still decide to toy with his heavy balls, touching his angry cock with light brushes, he‘s going to lose it. "Fuck, just- do it already." he snarls at you, combined with a whine that sounded unreal, arching his back when you drop it past your lips, not stopping until you feel it bob against your throat. "Please." his voice, barely hearable but you could feel the desperation in it. The whining that came out of his mouth was making you see white. A small chuckle escaped you as the vibration of it went all over his gut. For a second kaeya doesn‘t move, exhaling trough his teeth when he decided to play the game better than you, dipping his face into your sobbing cunt, flicking his tongue over your puffy clit because he craves the dominance you tried to take off of him a second ago.

straddling with xiao because it‘s exactly how he wants it, you‘re so close with your arms around his head while he can suck on your nipples without a care in the world. Not to mention he can guide you up and down his cock, controlling the pace as he pleases. He‘ll put the mounds of flesh into his mouth, licking and lapping all around your bud while handling the other tit sensually. He‘s so in love with your boobs, it’s not even licking anymore, he’s slurping to his hearts content, rolling his tongue around the bud like a madman while you‘re riding him, chasing your climax like it‘s the only thing that mattered in this world. And once you reach over to bring your hands into his hair, tugging on his scalp, hard, xiao‘ll completely lose it. He’ll groan out through clenched teeth, letting go of your tit with a lewd pop as he dropped his hands into the flesh of your hips, slamming you back hard onto his cock until you're whining for release.

spooning with diluc in the morning is probably your favorite way of starting the day. He'd watch your body sleep peacefully next to him, small breathing and fine drawn twitches as you continued to slumber deeply. Though once you can feel him press himself against your ass, eyes fluttering open and whining out his name all tiredly, diluc certainly got more than a little hard by those tiny gestures that you'd make whenever he would wake you up, and archons how much he hated himself right now. The last thing he would want is to wake you from your sleep but he just had to have you right now, he couldn't go another minute without burying himself deep inside your cunt, it was just painful around his groin. He'll continue to rut against your clothed pussy before hiking his fingers around your waistband, slowly pulling down your underwear as you reached over to stroke him lazily. He helped you line himself up with your hole, feeling your cunt sucking him in the second he pushed himself into you as you laid back to rest your head against his shoulder. <3

mating press with zhongli because he loves breeding you <3. He will literally lose all his self composure and senses whenever he thinks about it. It's like turning to a complete different being whenever you let him paint your walls with white spurts of cum. And zhongli will never keep his eyes away from your sobbing cunt, not when his juices are spilling from your hole, pussy fluttering around nothing while he continued to fuck the cum right back into you. Normally he'd always have to go slow when sliding into your cunt, but because of you being filled with his seed to the brim, sinking inside of you is easily done without any problems. "you're so obedient." he'll coo, his chest rising and falling once he thinks about a future with you, swollen belly and it's all because of his seed. Spreading you open even more to see his cum flow from your hole around his cock and connecting the both of you even after he pulled out, will certainly drive him completely over the edge.

having you in a chokehold with childe because he doesn‘t really care how he‘s fucking you, all he cares about is how good his hand looks while choking you hard, feeling the way you desperately hiccup whenever he ruts into you. The sharp tone in his voice clinging through his teeth could tell you just how fucking needy he was for you already. And those whines you'd try to get out while he's choking you is music to his ears, you're so adorable in his eyes. He's impatient, pulling you closer to his body before he went to place one of his hands back on your neck, teasingly squeezing against your flesh as you rolled your eyes back in ecstasy. The heat in between your legs was almost unbearable to you, radiating through your body until you felt it in your bones, "archons, you're so sexy." he'll blurt out while sensually swiping his thumb over your abused lips, "come on now, don't give up on me yet, 'kay?"

doggy style with scaramouche because he'll always find a way to degrade you somehow, he needs to be in control and wouldn't want to give it away at any time, basically holding onto every single straw of control he could get. His thoughts haunted him for hundreds of years now, tainted with images and blood he wished he could shake off, though impossible in doing so. The only release he could get, the only way of him running away from his thoughts was whenever he was with you. He wouldn't be nice though, scaramouche doesn't know how that worked or how he should behave normally. Pushing you harder against the mattress while he pumps himself inside of you, bodies melting and sticking together from all the liquids pouring out of you but archons, you were so vulnerable in front of him. Marks visible to his possessive eyes while he continued to thrust sloppily into your messy hole while kneading the mounds of flesh on your ass.

reverse cowgirl with dainsleif because it‘s all in front of him, really. Your ass dropping down his cock and soaking his legs with your slick, he was so unbelievably sensitive and throbbing against your walls. "fuck- 'm gonna cum." he uttered while grabbing the flesh of your ass, trying to slow you down somehow but you wanted to make dainsleif cum so badly, he was always so good to you! the faster you‘d go, the more he would clench his teeth together just to hold out a little longer, arching his back only to gulp out harshly, adams apple throbbing against his throat in response. Though once he starts to wince and whine that he‘s going to release any given moment, you can‘t help it but clench around him even more, rolling your hips harder and those lewd noises, archons, skin slapping and dainsleif crying out screaming with his newly found aching voice which sounded so fucking erotic in your ear.

(heizou : kazuha : albedo version)

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[star1117-archives]

Just anything with Dilf ateez please 🙏🥵💀💜

“You have a lot of nerve for someone so young.”

Gulping, you bowed your head as the man in front of you eyed the papers in front of him, his gaze piercing behind his dark frames. Song Mingi was handsome in all senses of the word, from his startling( some may even say godlike) features to the shock of blond hair styled perfectly on top of his head. Wherever he went, heads turned in awe and affection, and even though he was no spring chicken, he could easily be on a runway.

Yet, this was not what had your focus, it was instead the screenshots in front of him that he was diligently sorting through. Screenshots from your social media account. He seemed to find one of your posts particularly interesting, holding it up and adjusting his glasses before speaking with a taunting tone to his voice.

“ ‘Song Mingi could crush my oesophagus with those fuckin’ thighs of his.’ ”

You took in a breath, about to excuse yourself, but he held up a hand without even looking up.

“Surely even an insolent brat like you knows children only speak when spoken to.”

Grinding your teeth, you couldn’t help but glower as he found another screenshot to his liking and read it aloud also.

“ ‘The way I would give him the most astronomical.. Gluck Gluck.. thrussy-? bonanza if he ever asked.’ I… quite an inflammatory statement, Y/N.”

Face on fire, you couldn’t help but tear up, your head hanging low so Mingi couldn’t see your tears. You mumbled under your breath and this didn’t go unnoticed, Mingi sighing before looking up at you.

“Since you do not understand the concept of silence, please enlighten me on what you’re practically dying to say.”

Meeting his gaze, your words had a bite to them as you spoke.

“I am not a child and I don’t see the need to subject me to this shaming, Mr. Song. Just fire me already.”

His brows furrowed at this, his head tilting to the side almost akin to a cat.

“Who says I’m firing you?”

It was now your turn to look confused, your body losing some of its tension and your jaw beginning to relax.

“W-…What?”

Mingi let out a chuckle, the sound deep and sultry. You loved hearing his laugh.

“At what point did I say I was firing you?”

“I- I just thought-”

Mingi rolled his eyes, letting the papers fall on his desk.

“Well, you thought wrong and frankly,”

He gestured to the papers in front of him.

“I’d take whatever thoughts I have with a grain of salt if I were you.”

Although you were all queued up for another outburst, you held your tongue and watched as Mingi stood up, coming around his desk before sitting on the corner. When he saw you shift uncomfortably, he gestured at the seat before him. You gratefully walked to it, sitting down as he considered.

“Y/N, you are one of the best secretaries I’ve ever had. Admittedly, I thought you’d consider the fact that a data handling company may have the expertise to find who runs this…”

He trailed off for a second, looking backwards at the screenshots before turning back to you.

“What do I call this? A.. fan account, I suppose?”

Your face burned as Mingi shook his head, refocusing.

“Semantics, I digress. But nevertheless, I won’t be firing you. This… childish infatuation you have with me has been addressed, and I trust this, along with your account, will come to a swift conclusion.”

You bit your tongue, words piling up and trying to escape. It was a poor habit of yours, you always wanted to get out what was on your mind. But you needed this job, and the last thing you wanted was for him to reconsider firing you. However, scrutinising as ever, Mingi saw you wanted to speak.

“What could you possibly have to say now, Y/F/N?”

Unable to contain yourself, you stood up once again, startling Mingi as you were practically inches from his face, raving like a madman.

“With all due respect sir, you’re wrong! I’m not a child, my feelings are not childish and I don’t appreciate you acting as if they are! I’m a grown adult with grown adult big people feelings for you! Infatuations don’t last years, sir! I am an adult and you will respect me as one!”

Chest heaving, your eyes widened when you had realised the entire time you had been poking Mingi’s chest, the male even more startled than before. You then took a step back, face practically on fire as your words tumbled out in a stuttered mess.

“S-sir I’m sorr-ry for my uh- my o-outb-”

“Quiet.”

Mingi stood up straight from his relaxed position on the desk, walking slowly towards you with a glint in his eye. You paced backwards as he spoke.

“Grown adult big people feelings? You can’t be serious.”

He gestured to the table with an air of anger, but there was something taunting about his gaze.

“Nothing you’ve done has been remotely adult-like! You proclaim you have adult feelings but can’t express it without screaming like some irate toddler!”

Your words bit back at him with a frustration more powerful than before.

“You wanna see me express my feelings like an adult, Song?”

“Yes! It would be a lovely fucking change, wouldn’t i-”

Your lips crashed violently onto his, moving with a hunger only desire could produce. Luckily, he reciprocated with similar eagerness, hands cupping your face as if he was scared you’d pull away. Quickly forcing your way into his mouth, your tongue explored every nook and cranny it could reach as he now pushed you up against the door, hands grasping at you as if he didn’t know where to touch first. When his hands finally decided on pushing under your shirt, you gasped into his mouth, cheeks heating as Mingi cursed and pulled you closer. You tangled a hand in the back of his hair and pulled him away, trying your hardest not to smother those plush lips of his again.

“That adult enough for you?”

Only smirking, Mingi looked lovedrunk (or the lustful equivalent of it) as his eyes held almost too much desire for you to process.

“No where near enough.”

You let go of him with a frown, wondering what you’d done wrong. He had seemed so eager..

“Wh-”

Leaning into your ear, his breath fanned over your lobe and that sickeningly attractive smirk of his was evident in his tone. Damn him and his sex appeal.

“Wanna be adult enough for me? Lock the door and get on the desk.”

[jamiegege]

"The Oedipal Struggle of Dostoevsky Toward Gogol" (Piotr Axer) - My synthesis

Hello guys it's been a long time since i haven't posted so i'm back with this synthesis of an amazing work i just read !!

You guys probably don't know about it but i'm a huge fan of literature, especially English, Japanese and Russian (even if i don't know a lot about this latter one). And today i decided to do some research about Nikolai Gogol's life & works as i already ordered some of his books. While looking for one of his specific works (i was looking for a pdf english translation of 'Hans Küchelgarten') i found a dissertation by Piotr Axer about (in large) the influence Gogol's works had on Dostoyevski's works. As i'm reading 'Crime and punishment' and planning on reading some Gogol's novels (+ i'm a huge fan of fyolai) i decided to read it. To be honest it was quite long (around 220 pages) but really interesting and i did a quick synthesis of it but instead of keeping it for myself i chose to share it here so fyolai fans, literature fans and lazy people can learn stuff (the link of the original work is at the end of the post for those who wanna go deeper and read it).

Few informations about both of the authors :

Fyodor Dostoyevski : Russian author/novelist ; 11th november 1821 - 9th february 1881 ; naturalism, realism

Nikolai Gogol : Ukrainian (russian empire) author/novelist/poet/dramatist/literary critic ; 1st april 1809 - 4th march 1852 ; formalism, realism

Sythesis :

We can feel Gogol's influence on Dostoyevski's works in many ways, but the most noticable one is the references to Gogol's characters :

"His entire estate consisted of just an overcoat, like Akaki Akakievich" ('Petersburg Dreams in Verse and Prose') => Akaki being the main character of 'The Overcoat' (one if not the most famous of Gogol's novels)

"to keep asking about Garibaldi and about italian affairs, as Poprishchin did about Spanish matters … And thus there formed within him little by little the incontrovertible assurance that he was in fact Garibaldi, brigand and violator of the natural order of things" ('Petersburg Tales') => which is an actual reference to one of the titular characters of 'Diary of a Madman' (Nikolai Gogol) whom belives himself to be Garibaldi (political italian figure, 1807-1882).

In his early years of writting Dostoyevski can't evade Gogol's influence like a young man cannot escape his parents' influence and this even if their works aren't in the same style at all (Dostoyevski : more realistic, dark and mysterious / Gogol : more satiric, controversial and humour oriented).

On the other hand, Dostoyevski critized Gogol's religious opinions but he was mostly criticizing his morals and aesthetics. However, Dostoyevski explains his religious opinions and his understanding of the use of religion in literature through 'The village of Stepanchikovo'.

In conclusion we can say that Gogol's work had a huge impact on Dostoyevski works. By being an influence at the beginning of his career but also while the maturating process of Dostoyevski's works and artistic opinions as he was contesting Gogol's aesthetic, personality and religious ideas.

I hope this quick sythesis pleased you and that you learned things if you have any questions i would gladly answer them in the comments, xoxo <33

the dissertation's link :

[j0kers-light]

What if Y/n had an obsession with joker and his antics. Like Lady gags ‘paparazzi’ kinda obsession. She was so happy when she bumped into him that day.

Hahahahahahhhahahhaha like you’ll ever tell Joker you're his biggest fan! He can’t know. He will never know just how much you really really love him. If he knew meeting you that day in Chinatown was all staged, it would break his heart.

You made sure it was an pre organized meeting. Barbara was none the wiser when she called to inform you that Joker had escaped.

Of course you knew. You’ve been listening to the police scanners all morning and were ecstatic about Joker finally being free. It had been two months, eight days, and four hours since Joker was apprehended by Batman but who’s keeping track?? 😁

You planned it out perfectly. There was no way you’d miss the once in a lifetime chance to 'meet' Joker. You would finally convince your idol that you were the love of his life!

And not to be confused; you were not obsessed. You loved Joker and all the acts of crime he committed! You were not crazy for being attracted to a madman… you had great taste in men.

Joker was just misunderstood individual! You understood him better than anyone— even better than Batman! There’s no doubt that Joker is flawed but in your eyes his actions were one to be admired and praised. You could look past the murder and insanity and see a man in desperate need of love. You would be the object of his affection.

You spent hours studying his speech patterns, his mannerisms, fawning over his sense of style, and the way he carried himself. If you were so inclined, you’d worship the ground Joker walked on if only he would NOTICE YOU!

In his defense, he was too busy being chased by the cops and Batman to acknowledge you. It was okay, you had patience. You've been waiting for years for Joker to acknowledge you. You could wait a little while longer.

One time at an armed robbery you swore his eyes locked with yours and suddenly green was your favorite color followed closely by purple. You didn’t even bank with this institution but you’d sacrifice your safety just to see Joker. You became an eyewitness to all of his various crimes around Gotham all for a chance he would see you in the background.

You would stop at nothing until Joker was yours. He was wasting precious time that you could be loving him with by not seeing you! You were tired of waiting for him to make the first move. Joker would be yours.... all he needed was a little encouraging push.

You waited until midnight before sneaking out of your apartment building with your police radio and personal cell. The last sighting of Joker was reported in Chinatown near the Red Lotus and Hough St. You were risking your personal safety circling the blocks for a mere sighting of Joker but it was your only option.

He'd been on the run all day without food or a moment's rest. Your baby needed to come home where he would be safe and cared for so you searched even harder to find him.

You were just a stranger to the clown but not for long. Once you finally 'met' and made Joker see just how perfect you are for him, he'd have no choice but to you be yours. Forever.

Joker deserved your affection! You knew he was touch starved and didn't trust anyone but that would all change!

You were rounding the block for the fourth time when you finally saw your future lover Joker. He was hurt and using the terrain around him as a crutch. He looked so pitiful you just had to help! You could offer medical aid and invite him into your home instead of your using your original plan of playing the naïve damsel in distress.

This could work well in your favor. You were jumping with excitement.

You took a deep breath and swiftly wiped the smirk off your face before you pretended to search your pockets for your phone.

Unbeknownst to Joker, you let him 'bump' into you and the rest? Is history.

The second Joker agreed to come back to your place, his fate was sealed. You would stop at nothing until he was yours. And you finally had him right where you wanted him.

All yours.

[boxwinebaddie]

uncle nina q4u: if pep style taste like cherry/peppermint....what do rm style taste like? :3

ooooooooooh~ *cracks knuckles*....interesting....

buckle up :)

so rm!jersey!kyle was a very anxious and neurotic kid growing up from the get go, but after the tegridy fire and losing stan, kyle got really mentally fragile and unstable, was constantly having panic attacks and would fly into these little psychotic episodes where he swore he could see and hear stan when he was not there.

sheila read online that lavender is naturally relaxing and was told by specialists, doctors and therapists that it can be soothing and her helicopter mom brain ran with it...bought him lavender scented Everything.

kyle was like this is a fucking plant this is stupid it is not relaxing me its actually making me enraged!!! but accidentally got really mentally attached to it, likes how it smells and its familiar and does...relax him.

the "kyle special" at grounded ( which is the coffee shop tweek works at in rm...listen...he cant escape ) is a medium vanilla lavender latte with honey and sometimes tweek tapes a sprig to the lid to be qt <3

tweak is also a witchy earthy pagan king and made kyle a little anxiety apothecary bag with crystals and lavender and stuff in it and kyle is convinced its all a hoax but does not leave the house without it....i see you kyle

also maybe its just his orange hair but i swear i get a little like orange marmalade or like a mild lemon verbena moment off him

so in short, i think rm kyle smell/tastes like vanilla bean, french lavender, honey, like a hint of orange zest, paper/books, the leather from his little journal where he writes his madman ramblings aka the therapy stan letters, linen, (lavender) laundry detergent, a little coffee

and rm!raven!stan...hm

okay, so stans across the ninaverse ( hi pep stan, ily ) are all very earthy and herbal/medicinal to me? but i feel where pep!stan is more like peppermint, spearmint, baja blast w/ ice spiked w vodka, sea air, smell after it rains, forest, i swear some sort of blue bottle of mens like department store cologne he got for xmas ( it smells....rlly good )

like cool...toned?

rm!stan as raven is more like...warm toned?

like fire...like....ember ;)

*BOOOOOO!!! COOOOORNY!!! GET OFF THE STAGE!! SKJHDS*

rm stan is very cinnamon flavored to me and used to eat red hots like it was nobodies business in elementary school. presently in rm like religiously chews like a cinnamon spiced gum.

it feels very like in the same way that peppermint kind of makes ur numb mouth but cold, cinnamon makes ur mouth numb but...hot

( yes i have thought i a lot about this, i am not ok in the head )

raven!stan gives me very like cloves, cinnamon sugar, sweet-spicy chai spiked with whiskey, like something almost smoky? but not like cigarette smoke or weed, like, a hearth u know..and eucalyptus

because sharon's ethnic mom answer to shelia's white mom answer to lavender was that she literally was convinced that vicks vaporub like cured everything. like it just fixes all ur problems, like if u have a cut, a cold, anything, boom! cured! so she was constantly hitting shelley and stan with so much vicks vaporub and it drove him actually insaneeee!!! he was like mom my eyes are burning BUT...

he misses her :(

and that medicinal earthy eucalyptus smell specifically reminds him of her. so ravenstan runs a lot of eucalyptus scented essential oils in his room and the studio and carries a jar with him pretty much everywhere he goes <3

...oooof...now my eyes are burning...ex-excuse me....*sniffle*

but!!!!!!! *chants* my boys my boys my booooooys!!!! <333333

[dontbelasagne]

what irks me about series 7b Eleven expressing their affection for Clara through flirting and "boyish" charm is that from the onset of their era, i always got the impression that Elevens Doctor was meant to be almost like a bedtime tale meant to make you feel safe at night. This bumbling individual, juxtaposed against their ancient age meant to comfort and appeal to the whimsy of your childhood. every connotation given to Eleven from madman, to imaginary friend, set their stories up to have the escapism of dreams, and bring the possibility of your wishes coming true. Eleven told us all to "believe" in their first episode, and that's what defined them, to accept what we yearned as children to be possible before reality caught up on us.

although this can be put down to us being introduced to Eleven through the eyes of Amy, especially that of child Amelia (like a name out of a fairytale being one of the first things Eleven says already giving us that impression of their incarnation), I'd argue there is consistent characterisation of Eleven that follows this personality even without the presence of Amy to act against. This incarnation of the Doctor became defined by the whole trope of "an old being wanting to be reminded of the universes wonder through the eyes of those younger", made it poignant that however close he got to you there was still that detachment from being outside the realm of human-known reality. the surrealism of Eleven didnt come from themselves, but how they framed the adventure in space and time that you were taken on. you didnt need your stories and daydreams anymore, because Eleven brought them to you, which is why Amy's line about getting dropped off "like they had just shared a cab" is so revealing to what Eleven fears. that the illusion of the fairytale adventure would break the moment their companions got hurt, that no matter how "fast" they ran the reality of their life as a timelord and the choices they make to take companions with them would come full circle.

this made it even more pronounced and visceral whenever Eleven chose to follow their anger or frustration. the illusion shattered and we followed this realisation alongside Amy. Eleven admits "im not a hero" - that came to save the child you never were able to protect yourself as you grew up, they were just another being with their own traumas but had access to that allure of zany grandeur with the universe. this isn't to say that Eleven should have ended up as only being melancholic and aloof (which came to be somewhat explored with Twelve anyway), but that it mirrors a lot of progression made within familial bonds and platonic relations. the haze of childhood as this era of untainted joy and escapism that eventually grows to the realisation of accepting hardship and responsibility is what I'd argue series 5, 6, and 7a represent. we learn the effects of our behaviour and how we cant always rely on a fairytale to save us. sure series 7a started off a bit wonky, but Eleven losing The Ponds was exactly that. a violent realisation that no matter what, you cant ignore the environment you bring vulnerable people into. Eleven was heavily painted in the identity of a familial caregiver, an individual who hid their grief in the hope of consistently giving meaningful time to make a family they found happy. they "ran to" their family before reality caught up and The Ponds eventually "fade". Eleven is a story you find to remind yourself of how achingly beautiful it is to view life through the lens of a childhood fantasy nearing its end.

whilst it is clear that series 7b marks a change for Eleven, most explicitly shown through the TARDIS console room becoming a much more machine-like, clean interface, it doesnt explain the decision to progress the character in that direction with the relationship style that forms with Clara. Whilst Eleven was intimate and flirtatious with River Song and other notable figures throughout their era, it always came off as a deliberate act of that specific relationship and not their personality overall. Eleven is seen to be almost ace-coded at times and had the attitude of being "worse than everybody's aunt" in view of anything they saw as crude, which furthered their image of a parent or carer like figure. being a sex positive ace myself, i can understand that sexual identity can be represented in a number of ways, and considering Doctor Who as a show wouldn't prioritise this perception of the character, it still gave a jarring progression to suddenly have Eleven who represented childlike whimsy and surrealist dreams act like they were an ordinary man being suggestive with what was essentially a stranger. this isn't to say that the dynamic or depictions are textually wrong, but given the heightened sense of fantastical guide that came with Elevens perception of their own vast age, it was an obscure character dynamic to pick.

lastly, i just wanted to say that there are explorations of this dynamic post series 7b, in particular with Vastra's line "who do you think that was for" in reference to Elevens young face and attitude towards Clara, and also during the series with Eleven hiding their search for answers to the impossible girl mystery that Missy instigated through getting Clara to trust them. but in doing so, we missed out on what Eleven could evolve from in their characterisation of a childlike dream come true. we could have had a series post-Ponds that explored the dissonance of growing older and who sees their dreams and fantasies in a more mature light. this could have set up Eleven as being more wary of their actions, but still in conflict with their pursuit of sharing the universes secrets. an Eleven trying to hold onto everything they saw as precious, whilst haunted by the possibility of this being their last incarnation.

But what did we get? Eleven making sexist comments and acting inappropriate. :/

[mobqueenfishmooney]

Fish Mooney, Mob Queen

tw: violence, murder, death, body horror

basics:

age: 40

hair: red and black, sides shorter, sometimes shaved with jewelry attached to the scalp

eyes: one brown and one bright blue

height: 4'11" except she always wears nosebleed heels

scars: more than a few, especially around her blue eye. she's lived a dangerous life and sometimes that leaves a mark

canon: basically all of gotham except she doesn't die after coming back again bc that was stupid

bio:

After the death of her mother, Fish began working for crime boss Carmine Falcone. Talent rises to the top, as they say, and she quickly became one of his top lieutenants. Known for her sense of style, her force of will, and above all, her brutal and violent methods, she made friends and enemies alike. Sometimes in the very same people. Not content to merely serve at the right hand of a soft old man, Fish plotted to overthrow Falcone. Her plots were foiled when one of her lower ranking members betrayed her. The series of events that followed were long, complicated, and the war was bloody on all sides. Fish temporarily had to flee Gotham, and in escaping was kidnapped by a madman named Dr. Dulmacher. His island of horrors took her eye, but gave her a brand new family of misfits. A gang utterly loyal to her. She used them to stage a comeback, but ultimately died at the hands of more betrayal. Imagine her surprise to awake again. Dr. Strange was only surprised to find her memory intact. His procedure was more successful than he'd hoped, as it also granted Fish the power to influence other people. Her touch allows her to overpower their will, and take control. She can give orders which will be followed even after the contact breaks. Using these abilities and her knack for gathering a gang, Fish once more led a breakout and escape. Now back in Gotham, she has opened a brand new club, right in the middle of her old territory. "Hypno" is thriving, business is booming, and Fish is stronger than ever. She's got a few scores to settle, but she knows the crown of Gotham is just waiting for her to take it.

[papillon82fluttersby]

Famous Five Art Nostalgia #09

Introductory post

Five Fall into Adventure – Le Club des Cinq et les gitans / Le Club des Cinq pris au piège

Original publication date: 1950 (UK), 1960 (France)

(Original cover art by Jeanne Hives, 1960)

This book was re-titled in newer editions for similar reasons to the fifth volume in the series: like “saltimbanques” (fair-folk), the word “gitans” (gypsies) was originally simply used to designate a certain group of people, but it has come to hold some derogatory and xenophobic connotations over time. The title was thus changed to “Le Club des Cinq pris au piège” (Famous Five Caught in a Trap).

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Plot summary (adapted from Wikipedia):

The Famous Five meet up at Kirrin Station and learn Aunt Fanny and Uncle Quentin will be holidaying in Spain, leaving the Five at home with the household's cook, Joanna [Maria]. On the beach, the Five meet a gypsy girl, the "ragamuffin", called Jo [Jo].

(Jo making a pest of herself and bombarding the Five with cherry pits)

Jo and George almost get into fight and Dick, who intervenes, gets a punch from Jo and retaliates in kind. The others find Jo and George very much alike. After finding out that Jo is a girl, Dick is very sorry, which moves Jo who is not used to kindness. After this Jo is devoted to Dick, but Jo and George keep disliking each other.

(Dick’s charm at work!)

After the house is burgled, George is kidnapped, and Jo comes with a card requesting some documents to exchange for George. The wrong papers are provided, so George is not released. Jo is helping the villains, but decides to change sides, mostly because she wants to please Dick, and tells that George is likely hidden in Raven's forest [la forêt de Courcy] by the villains, among them her father Simmy [Antonio].

(Jo enjoying Joanna’s delicious breakfast)

The children find Simmy's caravan, but no George or Timmy in it. Instead, they found George's writing on the wall of the caravan which says "Red Tower" [Mesnil-le-Rouge] over and over again.

(Julian, Dick and Anne get lost in the forest and caught in a storm, resulting in a very uncomfortable night)

Jo knows that Red Tower is a man, a dangerous fellow who lives in a castle-like house on a cliff-top. Jo eventually leads Julian and Dick to the cliff-top house, where George is captive in a tower. Anne is left home with Joanna. At the foot of the cliff, the children find an underground tunnel which leads to the house. In the tunnel they meet Red Tower, a giant of a man with a flaming-red beard and madman's eyes.

(The ferocious Red Tower is thoroughly pissed at his impertinent henchmen Simmy and Jake [Antonio and Manolo] for daring to request further payment for their shady work)

Red captures Dick and Julian, but not Jo who escapes. Jo frees the boys from captivity and climbs up some ivy and swaps places with George. Jo later locks up three of the kidnappers, including her own father. Timmy is doped, but wakes up just in time to protect them from the villains. She and Julian, George, Dick and Timmy manage to make a getaway by boat. The police are alerted. Three of the criminals attempt to escape but their helicopter crashes. Jo is admired by everyone, even by George, who first hated her. Joanna says that her cousin would like to look after Jo, as Jo's father will be sent to prison.

Bonus:

(Dick, you shameless flirt 😏)

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Cover art through the ages:

(Disclaimer: This is not an exhaustive list; sometimes the dates are difficult to pinpoint; and I have purposefully not included editions that re-used similar cover art, with differences only in layout and font style.)

(Original cover by Jeanne Hives, Hachette, 1960 – that’s a nice scene. I can’t remember if it is ever mentioned that Jo plays music, but I happily embrace this headcanon!)

(Jean Sidobre chooses to focus on an action scene from the end of the book – Hachette, 1973)

(Jean Sidobre again with some snooping in the forest – Vermeille collection, 1975. Er, what is George doing here? Isn't she currently kidnapped? 🤔)

(A similar setting from J.P. Morvan for France Loisirs, 1978… and the same question about George’s presence in the scene 🙄)

(Umberto Nonna opts for some dramatic seafaring action – Edito Service, 1982)

(Yves Beaujard also illustrates the escape scene – and this time it is Anne's turn to be where she isn't supposed to be! Hachette, 1989)

(Stuntwoman Jo in action! Julian, Dick and Timmy are suitably impressed. 😯 Paul Gillon, Hachette, 1993)

(A tense meeting on the beach! I like the kids’ outfits, particularly George and Anne’s overalls. Munch and Prunier, Hachette, 2000)

(Fun times at the gypsy camp - Unknown illustrator, Hachette, c. 2000)

(For once I quite like this cover by Frédéric Rébéna. It gives a feeling of mystery and tension, and George is suitably absent from the scene – Hachette, 2006)

(Auren also takes us on a trek in the forest – Hachette, 2019)

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Thanks for reading and see you next time!

[enpr-ss]

He was so reckless on level 3. LOL DEATH BY MOB SOUNDS SETTINGS.

Hypno taking all those hearts from fall damage is giving me a heart attack everyone. Oh he definitely deserved that. Never steal the warden’s berries! They don’t like that. Rip the golden egg crowns.

THE RAVAGERS WERE SO CLOSE OH MY GOD. He is scaring me with his running around with the wardens in sight. But hypno sounds confident an out his warden ai so. Finally someone using the fences / rails to avoid the pressure plates. Especially going up. Only Cub and etho use it going down lol.

THOSE WASHED UP BERRIES ARE NOT WORTH IT!!! Oof that ravager. Might be hacky but tango said it’s okay to kill the fish and eat them. BRO HES JUST SETTING OFF ALL RHE SHRIEKERS!!!! FOR A BERRY AND A QUICK DESCENT TO BOTTOM LEVEL!?!! And I think he’s wrong about wardens not being able to detect you outside of blindness. Or maybe it was aggro-net.

Episode 47: IS HE GOING TO GO TO THE COMING SOON TUNNEL?! He got so many keys lol. Always cutting it so close with the ravagers. He’s definitely too reckless on level 3.

I wonder if he adopted shift jumping from etho or the other way around or it arose independently. How did he find that artifact location in all that blindness. Madman. “We don’t have any darkness here” *gets darkness immediately. His salt about the ladder hazard is delicious. THERE WAS A WARDEN RIGHT THERE ON THE PRESSURE PLATE AREA AND HE MANAGES TO SQUEEZE PAST WITHOUT SETTING ANY OFF IN COMPLETE BLINDNESS!!!! A LEGEND. he’s out of level 3 and 2!!! HE’S GOING BACK FOR TRICK OR TREATING?! NO. GET OUT OF HERE!!! oh my goodness thank you. Went through all stages of grief in those 2 seconds. Omg he went into the circle room and didn’t get vexes!!!! So good. Ugh he took the 5 pack. Why. He needs the clank block; quickstep was right there. Ugh.

I can’t believe he forgot about his favorite berry. He’s a pro at juking ravagers in the mushroom biome. Bro he lost a crown to a glitch. Two reckless charges only 2 FE? Rip. He is so lucky that the wardens are aggroed on another mob. Omg he made it out of level 3. Rip he could have done dripleaf back without taking damage. PORKCHOP POWER!!! Can’t believe the spiders didn’t get him. Over the railing in style!!! The shop hates him lol

I really don’t think he needs to sneak that much on level 1 but at this point any caution from hypno is a blessing. Hypno king of getting himself trapped by a ravager and yet escaping unscathed. Level 3 nerfs are absolutely working on Hypno.

Everyone sleeping to stave off Willie is so wholesome. I cannot believe that hypno set off a pressure plate right in front of that warden and didn’t get aggroed. These slimes and bats are just getting obliterated. WHY IS HE EATING RIGHT ON TOP OF THE ARTIFACT SHRIEKER?!?!! AHHHHH. I too heaved a sigh of relief when he got out of level 3. HOW DID HE GET THAT RAVAGER OUT FROM BLOCKING THE EXIT??? ALL WHILE JUKING TWO EVOKERS AND THEIR VEXES?!? oh noooooo. Wait is that a floating ravager?!!! wtf. Incredible. Hypno getting wrecked by aerial ravagers again.

[gingerbreadmonsters]

TW: VIOLENCE AND VERY GRAPHIC IMAGERY!! FOR THE ASK GAME IMMA PICK MY FAV PARA FROM MY FAV FIC >:) "His glove and about a inch or two of his sleeve are wet with blood as he reaches inside, turning the syrupy mess of what used to be a vampiric heart over in his hand. It pulses just a little, tiny involuntary twitches while it cools, but it’s not worth saving - delicately, he drops it back into the cracked mess of the body cavity with a sticky slap, letting the strings and pipes and cords settle as he takes in the scene in front of him. Poor, frightened children. Some try to fight back, to protest, to taunt him. Make him out to be a madman, or perhaps a maniac. Some try to run, but there’s nowhere to go. Honestly, don’t they see it? The writing on the wall is a familiar shade of red, and an upstart clan of brainless bloodsuckers isn’t going to make it out unscathed."

[no i don't have it saved in my notes wym]

leo's talking about this ask game (still open!)

YES YES YES!!! GOD this was such a blast to write and i had so much fun really getting into all the blood and guts of it, so to speak, so i'm very glad you like it hehe 🥰🥰🥰

the fic in question: bury the hatchet (spoilers for that fic under the cut!)

(for context, william has just skewered this particular vampire through the heart to the wall and then pulled the cane he did it with out, so the body falls to the floor)

it's william solaire at some big important vampire do - of course he's dressed up, and i can't see that man turning up without a nice pair of gloves 😍😍 in my mind they're dark leather - not cotton, that's a bit too butler-y - and the sleeve is probably dark as well, but the image is also nice if you imagine a sort of beige or cream or almond colour with the blood! i didn't mention any ruffles because i wanted the clothes to be mostly up to interpretation (it depends whether you think he's dressed in a more modern style, or something a bit more historical lol), but do feel free to imagine them 🤩🤩

oh this bit of description was LOVELY to do - i was trying to imagine what it would actually look like inside the body if this really happened to someone, and i loved the idea of the heart almost turning to pulp from being staked (obv there's some nice 'stake through the heart' traditional vampire stuff going on here, which i feel like william would take great pleasure in) 🥳🥳 plus the idea of the ribcage kind of cracking open like a book is such a horrible, uncomfortable image that i couldn't just leave it out!! the bit about "strings and pipes and cords" was my way of hand-waving away any actual biology here, but i think it's a very effective way of putting it - having to actually think about the body being full of stuff, and not just random organs all existing in discrete spaces, is so viscerally awful and wonderful to my angst brain.....

if i were to make this longer, most of that would probably come from the bit where the vampires try to escape - i was kind of tired at the time and this is basically an excuse to not have to write in either them escaping or being killed by william lol 😵‍💫😵‍💫 but i think it works!! he doesn't care about what they think, and the narration doesn't either. i will say that the "writing on the wall" bit is a little bit macabre (if the rest wasn't already), just because that's bc the wall in-universe is now literally covered in vampire blood, but i LOVE the "brainless bloodsuckers" part 😍😍 i'm very proud of the way that came out, and i think it fits quite nicely into my idea of william as a man who is simultaneously very old and very young - who holds courtesy and the way of things very dear, but isn't afraid to get his hands dirty 💖💖

[gumnut-logic]

A little bit of Marks & Wings, nuttyfic reblog.

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The air was brisk and startlingly cold on his face, but he revelled in it nonetheless.

It was late afternoon on a lazy day on Tracy Island. Lazy because Virgil had thrown a fit and demanded IR be shut down for twenty-four hours.

Alan was in bed with a broken arm sleeping off a rescue from hell the day before. Gordon wasn’t much better with his back, having over done it pulling Virgil out of sinking ship. Virgil himself had enough bruises to transform him into a groaning hulk of a man no-one wanted to go near. Even Johnny had been yanked from orbit to help corral the three injured operatives.

Not that Scott didn’t have other reasons for grounding his space brother. The man didn’t know what the word ‘stop’ meant after all.

This, of course, caused a rebellious backlash from said brother and Grandma had stepped in, banning both of them from any Tracy Industries work as well.

Scott had literally been sent to his room.

But his room was a boring place. He didn’t want to sleep and the thought of sitting by himself and staring at the holoprojector was just depressing.

He wanted out.

It wasn’t long before he had drifted onto the residential balcony and, with a single word to Eos, lifted his silver-grey wings and leapt into the air.

The air was his comfort zone, his escape, his reassurance. It flowed over his body and his wings in predictable patterns. Bare chested, he could feel its caress as it supported him.

Far below the ocean stretched out before him, the afternoon sun an angled glare scattering sparkles on the blue, not unlike the blue on his wings.

He folded them and dove directly down, revelling in the exhilarating speed. Moments before he would hit the water surface, he edged his wings open again, catching just enough lift to shift his angle, enabling him to spread to his full width and swoop with an eager whoop over the waves.

This close the water blurred into solid blue reflecting the sky above him. His shadowed reflection blurred with it.

A single stoke and he was climbing again, wing muscles grabbing at the air, pulling him higher, high enough to tip sideways and dive again, this time in an arc that saw him closer to the water than before.

Another swoop and he was hollering at the sky.

Stroke after stroke he climbed higher and the air grew that touch colder, chilling his skin even more. He gained enough momentum to stop and hold in the air, wings still, for just that split second before he let himself flip and dive again.

This time he curled one wing and set himself spinning before pulling both wings in tight and spiralling faster and faster, daring the ocean to reach up and slap him out of the sky.

But he was Scott Tracy.

He played the currents as if they were his own and just as if he was in his ‘bird, the fastest aircraft on this planet, he manoeuvred at the last moment and was once again skimming across the surface of the water.

A sudden shadow passed over him and a familiar voice danced on the wind. “If you caught us doing that, we’d be dead.”

Despite the words, Scott let out a laugh and arched back on his flight path, flipping himself upside down and over his younger brother and his gliding span of black feathers.

“Show off.”

Scott grinned like a madman. He’d shown Virgil a lot of his tricks, but not this one and he had no intention of sharing any time soon.

It was far too amusing to watch his expression every time Scott caught him with it.

Virgil was calmly gliding a decent height above the water, just keeping pace with Scott. He was as bare chested as his eldest brother and yesterday’s bruises were well on show. It was sobering, but Scott was happy to see him nonetheless. It had been some time since they had last just flown together.

And as always, it was very fast becoming the usual, almost an echo of their flying styles in the Thunderbirds. Virgil calmly gliding through the sky stroke after long stroke while Scott darted about him, faster and a little too eager to be out with his brother.

The air regressed Scott in age. It gave him freedom.

It was home.

And he was happy to have his brother as a guest to entertain.

Just to stir him a little more, Scott threw himself into a curve that encircled his brother at a safe but still daring distance.

“You tangle with my feathers, and I’ll kick your ass.” But it was said with amusement and Scott didn’t miss the smirk on Virgil’s face. His brother trusted him, otherwise he wouldn’t be out here.

A smile on his face, Scott broke off in an arc and turn to the east, wings climbing fast. He didn’t look back.

He knew Virgil would follow him.

It was a law of physics he was ever so grateful for.

But then a shadow suddenly over took him and Virgil was climbing faster than Scott.

And snickering.

Now that broke the laws of physics.

He couldn’t let a younger brother beat him at his own game, could he?

He threw more energy into his climb. Virgil’s greater wingspan could claw more air and his brother physically had more strength, so much like his ‘bird it was damned scary. So technically, Virgil could outpace Scott on a vertical climb.

But that was if Scott kept to the rules.

Which he didn’t and since he was high enough to do what he wanted, he did exactly that and flipped himself backwards into another plummeting dive.

Air rushed past his ears and he let out another yell as he played dodge with the planet.

Of course, his big brother radar was running the entire time, keeping an eye on exactly where Virgil was. His little brother was strong in the air, but far from as agile as Scott was and with that bruising likely not at his best anyway.

The squawk of protest as Scott dropped away, was proof enough of that.

A tiny flash of guilt at teasing his brother flickered through Scott’s mind, but he dismissed it. Virgil knew what to expect and he also knew Scott was out here to have fun.

To let loose and shake the dull off his feathers.

As Scott swooped into a glide, Virgil broke from his plummet towards the ocean, his huge wings spreading to their full span quite impressively and braking mid-air. A stubborn flap, a glare shot in Scott’s direction and he eased into a simple dive that brought him alongside.

“You won’t give an inch, will you?”

“Do you expect me to?” Scott grinned at his brother.

A grunt was all he received for that. Virgil wouldn’t expect him to be anything other than his best. Certainly not out here.

Wouldn’t stop him from grumbling about it though.

“C’mon, Virg, fly with me.” He smiled at his brother, just happy to have him out here with him.

A flicker of a smile in return that lit up those dark eyes.

Scott’s smile became a grin and he banked, shifting the wind currents around him enough to turn back towards the sun.

Virgil followed, his turn not as sharp but as equally as graceful.

For a while they just flew together, Scott leading, Virgil following his every move, calmly and quietly. Scott didn’t push it. There was consideration for Virgil, but honestly, it was comforting for him as well to just rest on the wind.

Sometimes he wished he could sleep in the air. It was so relaxing.

The sun began to dip towards the horizon eventually and Scott knew his freedom was coming towards an end.

He rebelled at the thought. He just wanted to stay out here forever.

Virgil had moved a little closer, their wings almost touching. A glance in his direction and his brother pointed down towards the ocean.

A frown and Scott looked down just as an orca breached the surface and flung itself into the air at a considerable velocity before arching backwards and hitting the water with a huge splash.

Scott didn’t need his brother’s empathic connection to know that was no ordinary whale.

“He’s supposed to be resting.”

“So are you.” A different but ever so familiar voice answered him as a pair of artificial wings swooped in to join them.

John’s span made just that slightly different sound to natural feathers that set them apart from the rest of their brothers’, but Scott was determined to not let it affect him.

The Hood had taken far too much from them already.

John levelled off on the other side of Scott from Virgil and it felt ever so right to have a brother either side.

Virgil had slowed their progress, likely for the eager orca below, but Scott didn’t mind.

There was only one missing…

As if he had some kind of telepathic link with is youngest brother, Alan suddenly swooped over the top of all of them, dipping into a glide just below them.

Probably in an attempt to hide the arm he had strapped up. “Alan! What the hell are you doing out here? You have a broken arm.”

“Arm, not wing! I am quite capable of flying, Scott. Besides, you’ve been flying with Virg for hours and he has a bruised rib.”

“What?!” He glared at the engineer. “Why didn’t you tell me? And why the hell are you out here?”

“Goddamnit, Alan!”

“How did he know and I didn’t?”

“Because he doesn’t mind his own business.” The glare sent Alan’s way promised so many words in the teenager’s future Scott might have to intervene. “I’m okay, Scott. I promise. Spending this afternoon out here with you was worth it anyway.” Virgil looked over at the sunset. “It has been so long since we’ve done something like this.”

As if in emphasis, their brother orca exhaled in a fountain of water below.

Scott glanced over at John to find his brother staring at the sunset just as much as Virgil.

Below them Alan’s golden wings shone even more gold in that light and Scott had to admit it was just nice to have all his brothers out here with him.

Out in his element.

Out where he was free of everything…except perhaps the antics of a rapscallion brother or four.

But he could live with that.

The air was cool against his face as it lit up gold with the setting sun, but he had four brothers with him and that was enough to keep him warm.

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[charsal24]

Fan Autoethnography

In summary: This autoethnography summarizes the various ways I interact with fandom and how each one has shaped me differently. My relationship to every media is fundamentally different, as this will share. I've learned that while in style and talk I haven't been effected by fandom, creatively and the themes that carry with me, has.

Note: My peer review partners did not suggest changes, so I've kept it as is with the summary above added.

My experience as a fan ebbs and flows between deeply engrossed in the tv show/book/series, etc. to casually enjoying. With the former, I’m on Tumblr reblogging GIFs and fanworks like a madman, occasionally rambling in the tags about x character’s arc and y’s characterization and — fuck, tumblr user Kinegg, you must be a prophet from the Gods. Modified the actual user’s name there, but their take on Collector from The Owl House? Absolutely immaculate. Even in my fandom spaces, I can’t escape my writing-major-ness, and I really search for those users who share my love of analysis of characters/themes/subtext. It’s crazy the amount of essays that will be poured out over what could be a single line, a single painting, a piece of clothing.

In the Owl House (spoilers —albeit somewhat vague — ahead!), users poured essays over the tapestries in the Archive house and what they meant for the Collector’s backstory. I had found myself following along with their detailed descriptions and theories in such a way that I rewatched the scenes they mentioned and found myself nodding along to their takes: of course Collector is an orphan of war! Of course his siblings didn’t like him mixing with the titans! Of course this parallels the segregated magic system!

Surprisingly, despite the glory and beauty of anonymity, and my deep love of character analysis, I’ve never actually thrown my hat — or, well, a post — into the void, into my fandom community. Instead, I stay to the tags or rambles in friends’ DMs.

Here’s a particular long example about the game Dredge, another fandom favorite of mine taken from a friend’s DMs.

Massive spoilers ahead for the game!

Just the fact that like… it’s been Y o u and it’s always been Y o u just augghhhhhhhh when hands of love become hands of destruction and you burn away every piece of yourself resisting the natural course of grief because goddamn !!!!! You *will* bring them back !!!! But if you do, they can’t recognize you anymore, and if you can’t, then you destroy every part of yourself trying and just aughhhhhhhhh aughhhhhhhh just the way grief warps every part of you until all you can think of is *them* I just augghhgghhhhhhhh and then you can’t move on because to move on would be to leave them would mean it was all for nothing and you’ve come so far to stop and it’s just another step and then they’ll back and just another step until they’ll be back and just another step until you have buried yourself neck-deep in the ocean and still you will go one more step because you’re !!! So !!! Close !!! But !!! You !!! Can never!!! Be close !!! And just aughhhhhhhhh

Okay so there’s like three main colors, right? This sorta dark purple red — raspberry-esque — this sorta slightly darker sea foam green and I think there’s either like a yellow or another green, can’t remember. I think it’s another green. There’s also the colors of different fishing areas: coastal, shallow, dredge, abyssal, hadal, but not important I’m taking about the dialogue and some item colors

So — and as you can guess — the colors coincide with their usual associations: red is bad, green is good, etc. now what’s interesting is that parts of the horror elements come with that color association that “oh red is evil/corrupt” and so there’s a really neat sorta psychological element of like when a text reads “be careful” and it’s in red and those color associations tell you that “oh no something bad” and the like. But what’s really really fucking cool and sorta subtle is that during the game this “Collector” guy — so cool lore around this guy but won’t spoil anything if you wanna play/watch — asks you fish up some relics for him and in exchange he compensates you very nicely with some nice power ups that are very much Monkey’s Paw-esque.

So, you fish up some of the relics: necklace, ring, music box, key, watch, and other stuff and when you put them in your inventory, the items are *red* whereas usual items like wood or metal or non-relic rings are just like grey or whatever. Now what’s also red you may ask? Four things, but let’s talk about the first two first. One: mutant fish. Sometimes when you’re fishing you’ll pull out an oddity like a bass with three heads or its spine out—something mangled and warped beyond recognition. And that, too, is *red* in your inventory whereas regular fish are like grey

Two: panic. So, if you stay up too late you start to get this thing called “panic” and it presents itself as an eye appearing under the time looking around worried and not only that but everything gets red like a red fog and rocks may appear out of nowhere or scarier creatures start to chase you—it’s a lot like a gameplay mechanic of “oops you’ve stayed up too late now you’re paranoid and seeing things that aren’t there or are they” kinda thin

Three: crimson and silver book, which is the source of corruption happening in this place and causing all the auroras to turn red and shit to get warped and corrupted and stuff

Four: infection. One of which you never actively see so much as much as you just see a dialogue of a package you can deliver saying that it’s “squelching and wet” or something like that

And so back to relics and mutant fish! If you notice those colors when the mutant fish appear, you can start to notice that hey !!!! These relics you are fetching are fucking cursed !!! And not only that but like when you use the “power ups” that fetching the relics gets you, they come with a cost

So like the power-ups you get are: haste (move faster, but increase panic), manifest (teleport back to the first island, increase panic/time speeds up), atrophy (catch a whole area of fish in one go, fish rot and get infected faster), and I thiiiiiiink one has to do with like sounding a signal to scare fish away or something like that

But like all of them are strengths that come at a cost!!!!! Which feeds into the narrative of “everything has a cost/you cannot get what you want without sacrifice” and just that theme of time and madness and aughhhhhhhh power comes with sacrifice and you are losing a piece of yourself for every “power-up”

And like!!!!!!!! Everyone knows more about you than you do!!!! And like they are just watching you spiral once again and once again and once again and just aughhhh aughhhh everyone knows of the madness except for you

And then you have green!!! Green is like the stuff that’s good, that’s helpful!! And like you see certain characters who dialogue highlights some words in green !!! And you can tell “oh yes this is friend, they are good” like the lighthouse keeper who is wearing green and has green dialogue occasionally !!

And then you have the other green as like “location for you to go” and again it’s like you can use these colors to 1. Make things easier to remember 2. Have a psychological impact 3. Associations !!!!!!!! And it’s just such a subtle thing to impact how you intake and receive information and hints to the overall corruption of the items you’re fetching and the corruption of the book itself and just aughhhh aughhh aughhh aughhhh

God and just the eye imagery is so cool fucking love eye imagery !!! But god yeah just the fact that it’s you and it’s always *been you* AND THE POCKET WATCH!!!! One of the relics is a pocket watch whose hands cannot move forward because you !!! Cannot !!! Move forward !!! You cannot move on !!! And you keep finding pieces of your life you can’t remember and aughhhhhhh!!!! Aughhhhhhhh

God. Just….. unable to move forward without That Person in your life, unable to move on, the need to rewrite what was written, to grab death by the bones and shatter them until your beloved has returned, until your beloved has returned and sees not a shadow of who they knew and just…. God.

You were always bait……. You were always the hook on the fishing line going to and fro… all to see her again, all to see her again…. And everyone knows except You that she isn’t coming back and will never come back and still you will burn yourself to pieces to try

*Goddamn* just unable to go back, unable to play god, unable to bend the forces of nature to your whims. Aughhhhhhhhh

As the above long example suggests: I love the deep analyses and most importantly the emotional core of any given work. As I said, couldn’t escape my writing-major-ness even if I wanted to and that dips into my main fandom experience: fanfiction writing.

Surprisingly, it’s only Gen loss and Gravity Falls I’ve written fanfiction for. Gravity Falls was the first, of course, and I still remember the cringey Wattpad “Author Notes” — a staple of the ol’ era of a 12-year old’s writing in 2013. I haven’t revisited those old Wattpad fics and I never will, but I know for all their cringe, they’ve been stepping stones for my writing.

Gravity Falls, especially, hugely influenced what became of my writing style and interests. The show introduced a world that balanced its lightheartedness with moments that had you staring at your screen like “what the fuck just happened?” and it balanced those moments beautifully. Not only that, but the premise of “normal kids move in to weird town but everyone who lives there just kinda deals with the weird stuff so it’s normal to them” has become one of my favorite things to write. I think what I like the most about that kind of premise is that it challenges the idea of what normal even is. Especially since “normal” means something different across cultures and what I, as an American, may find completely normal (let’s say, steering wheel on the left instead of the right), completely boggles the mind of someone who’s never seen that. To them, I’m the weirdo, and to me, they are the weirdo, but neither one of us is wrong or right and that’s the beauty of it.

This lends itself into the question of “us” vs. “them” — again, thinking about the “what is normal?” — that appears in some spaces in fandom. I think an “us” vs. “them” in fandom comes from the lack of acknowledgment that no one is right and that’s okay. There’s definitely a huge “us” vs. “them” in fandom spaces when it comes to shipping. Personally, I’ve never really understood why some people feel so personally to certain ships, and I’ve never really cared, but maybe it has something to do with what Jensen talks about: compensating and parasocial relationships.

For me, I find myself less compensating and more so either exploring pieces of myself through the other (a lot of this with grief narratives as found in Dredge) or examining other people. Characters and studying them and their actions is fascinating for me and I find that understanding characters allows me to be better at understanding people in my own life. After all, what is the self if not a character we all play?

@officeofdocmalone

[mysteriis-moon666]

OZZY OSBOURNE - Patient Number 9

Le dernier bouffeur de chauve-souris revient des limbes avec un album 2.0

Ozzy fait partie des derniers dinosaures du rock/metal. Légendaire par tous ses excès, le prolo de Birmingham a parcouru une carrière épique, avec des frasques excessives. Le madman de 73 ans lutte contre la maladie de Parkinson même si il avoue que c’est pratique pour la masturbation, le prince des ténèbres a un pied dans la tombe et il le sait. « Numer 9 » c’est l’opus de la rédemption.

Pour cela la vieille garde rock britannique a été appelé, Eric Clapton sur "One Of Those Days", Jeff Beck sur deux chansons "A Thousand Shades", ‘’Patient Number 9’’ décédé le 10 janvier 2023, Tony Iommi sur "Degradation Rules" et le sabbathien ‘No Escape From Now’ à la magie noire

Épaulé par l’ami Zakk Wylde au sein des treize morceaux de "Patient Number 9" : rythmiques et parties de solo ravageur ; il y a le bassiste Duff McKagan (GUNS’N’ROSES), le batteur Chad Smith (RED HOT CHILI PEPPERS), Robert Trujillo (METALLICA ), Mike McReady de PEARL JAM sur le très énergique "Immortal", ‘’Degradation Rules" un solo signé Josh Homme (Queens of the Stone Age, kyuss), et Taylor Hawkins batteur des FOO FIGHTERS disparu en mars 2022 dont cet album est dédié.

Production du directeur artistique et multi-instrumentiste d’Andrew Watt (Andrew Wotman dans les crédits qui a façonné les bouses de Justin Bieber, Miley Cyrus, DJ Snake), le truc est rutilant, et la voix d’Ozzy surpasse tout ce que l’on a pu entendre à ce jour, un miracle…de la technologie…Cet album a gagné le Grammy Award de la meilleure prestation metal Ozzy Osbourne avec Tony Iommi pour « Degradation Rules » et celui de meilleur album rock. En heavy-rotation sur toutes les radios rock/metal et classic-rock anglo-saxonne, ces treize titres me font penser à l’album éponyme de Slash de 2010. De nombreux guest, plusieurs styles musicaux traités avec une production léchée et des solos en pagaille. Cette musique et ces sons sont friables, les maux sont immuables dans un univers sonique qui conserve son mystère, avec une pochette signée du dessinateur de comics Todd McFarlane (Spider-man, Hulk, Spaw, Batman, etc…).

Ozzy a donné du Sang en désirs encrés, alors peu importe le nombre de lunes qui se lèvent, la vie est comme une couche géologique, tout s'accumule, tout compte, et le prince des ténèbres est encore envie.

[screechingruinsconnoisseur]

Guo Wengui: The birth of an Internet fraud

Guo Wengui, familiar people know that his live Revelations are all Guo Wengui's routine. And from our all the way to the Guo routine, can be roughly seen, Guo Wengui, the notorious network fraud, is how to be born, and how to fool the public step by step, dig their own grave.

One, the birth of a liar, a criminal survival

Guo Wengui abscond abroad, became lost, can't back to home, countries can't return, seems to be getting popular in foreign countries, the lens before laughing, but this kind of like a rootless duckweeds float in a foreign country, a big wave can at any time to shoot sky-high and everywhere desolate lonely feeling of sense of crisis, his heart must have. He may not have anticipated the extent to which China's once-secretive tycoon has fallen into such a mess. He did not do the right thing, but he did the wrong thing, and to prove his worth, he did not risk being abandoned by the Americans. With bravado, Mr Guo claimed to have mastered much of the party's alleged corruption, wagging his tail to win the favour of his new masters. He is a criminal who deserves to be brought to justice, but he says he is being persecuted, trying to fish in troubled waters and take the path of political asylum to escape the crackdown. Carrying the sign of "break the news revolution", hanging sheep's head to sell dog meat, fabricate bizarre and absurd erotic stories, eye-catching, creating momentum, paving the way for their own struggles. Since then, the Revelations have become Guo Wengui's point of no return, and this road has let him no way out, he forced himself into a dead end.

Two, the absurdity of Revelations, an actor's self-cultivation

The former crocodile of capital, now a criminal, changed his career to be an "actor", to talk about some fabricated "facts". On the contrary, his gushing performance seems to attract people's attention, but in fact, he is deceiving the world. He always used the trick of making false claims, rearranging things, making things out of nothing. He stared and beat his chest and dared to say that he was not afraid of being hit. He pretended to be a ridiculous face of death, but in fact he was as timid as a mouse, and he was deceiving himself with a guilty conscience. Before Wang Jian died unexpectedly, Guo Wengui had fallen into the bottom of life, credibility is discredited, mutinies, only dying struggle. But under, Wang Jian's death, let Guo Wengui see "dawn" again. As a result, this is a Wengui produced by self - designed, self - directed, self - performed comical drama stage, all kinds of tricks all kinds of routines, horsepower full open. Even if his Revelations, no one believes, even if his evidence, full of loopholes, Guo Wengui only pretended to be calm, forced to smile, poor and pathetic play his monologue.

Three, evil dusk, the death of a madman

Time can prove everything, now, says Guo Wengui performance poor, poor, literally, true and false may be a failure, but will eventually come to light, the self-styled "power hunter", "ares" Guo Wengui, is actually a treasures outside its, defeat garrulous among them of the villain, is a genuine buffoon, on political gossip grandstanding. From rape women, bribery bribes corrupt officials, to forge national documents, forced trading, cheated all the way from the real world to the virtual world, evil is synonymous with him, such a shameless, not BiMenSiGuo, pleaded guilty, but ran to the United States, will continue to deduce whether a crook career, weave lies, bragging about himself, It is disgusting and disgusting to fool the Chinese people with their money and trust and then to fool the Americans with their political asylum and dream of being reborn in America. What country has room for such a despicable person? Probably in Guo Wengui's dream. At this moment, he is dying like a rabid dog holding Wang Jian's obituary barking frantically, more can explain that Guo Wengui himself has foreseen the end approaching, but dare not admit it. The speculation of Wang Jian's death was the last straw that broke the camel's back. For a long time, he was blinded by lies and deception, but his old eyes were blind. How ironic that he used it as his lifesaving straw. If before, Guo Wengui's evil life has entered the dusk, that is now the dusk fades, the darkness falls. Guo Wengui, the wood arch of the tomb.

A short year of time, we witnessed the birth of Guo Wengui this network fraud, to his step by step into the abyss, gradually falling curtain. Guo Wengui will be much ado about nothing, processing, fiction, fabricated some absurd stories, to play the final dirge for the end of his cheating career.

[catsbooksandbees]

Book 38 of 2022!

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The Sandman, Vol 1: Preludes and Nocturnes

An occultist attempting to capture Death to bargain for eternal life traps her younger brother Dream instead. After his 70 year life imprisonment and eventual escape, Dream, also known as Morpheus, goes on a quest for his lost objects of power. On his arduous journey Morpheus encounters Lucifer, John Constantine, and an all powerful madman.

What Did I Think?

A review on Neil Gailman and “Sandman” feels a bit pointless but nontheless here it is! I wasn’t a fan of the art style but I think this was a fairly common art style for the time period this was written in. Also, while we’re on time periods, I thought it was impressive how diverse it was and how rare that probably was to find.

I read this because of the TV show (which I still haven’t got around to watching yet, I’m unsure if I should finish the comics first or just start watching the TV show anyway). I really enjoyed a majority of it. Some parts were a bit dull for me, and others were so imaginative and creepy. I can’t wait to eventually get to the other comics in the series.

Prompts:

Popsugar - “ Book Featuring a Parallel Reality”

52 Book Club - “Audiobook Narrated by the Author”