#but if some of you want to have the image without the brackets... well I tried 🤣

[joy-girl]

One Piece 1098 // Jewelry Bonney

[eilidh-eternal]

Today I’m thinking about reader who owns a café/restaurant/bakery, and when you fuck up the recipe for something you accidentally summon Demon!Simon who decides you’re coming back with him to share with the rest of the 141.

(Cw for dub con)

He is, of course, mildly annoyed that he’s been so rudely pulled away from his afternoon tea with Johnny, and just as baffled as you are that he’s standing there with you, covered in flour, looking like you’re about to pass out.

“Messed up the recipe, didn’t ya?” You nod, incapable of words at the moment, and he sighs, dragging a shadowy hand down his face. “The salt?”

“Uh-huh…” All you can do is stare at this thing that’s just appeared in your kitchen in a smoky cloud, slack jawed and frozen to the spot because, apparently, adding too much salt to pound cake results in summoning sinfully attractive demons. “W-what do you want?” You tell yourself the wobble of your voice is because of the whispering tendrils of shadow and smoke that slither around him, crawl and twine up his arms like serpents before dissipating into the velvety darkness that floats around him, not because of his chiseled fucking jaw or the cut of his Adonis belt disappearing below his waistband.

“Me?” He scoffs, tilting his head to peer more closely at you. “You summoned me, little witch-”

“I’m not a witch,” you interject, but he pays you no mind.

“The only thing I want is to get back to my tea.” Johnny would have pouted had he been here to hear that, offended by the notion the tea is the only thing he’s missing right now, but the image of pouty, puppy-eyed Johnny, whining about Simon not paying enough attention to him, has his lips curling and cock stirring.

“Tea?” Such an innocent thing, blissfully unaware of his wandering thoughts.

“That not a thing here anymore?”

“Um… yeah, it is. I just… demons drink tea?”

“Among other things.” He revels in the way your eyes widen, lips falling open in shock again, and you take an unconscious step back. He takes a step forward and watches your throat work to swallow, thinks you’re rather pretty when you’re scared and confused as he prowls ever closer. “Well, since I’m here,” he braces his hands on the work bench opposite of you, leans forward and you stumble back into the counter behind you, “how about we make a deal?”

“A deal?”

“That is how these things tend to work.” Your hands grip the counter behind you hard enough to dent the smooth metal surface, knuckles blanched and fingers trembling.

“But I… I didn’t mean to summon you! It was an accident, I-” You don’t get to finish your protests, stunned into silence by the sudden closeness when he’s suddenly chest to chest with you, slipping through some fold in the fabric of space and reality to crowd you further against the counter, bracketed between two impossibly muscular arms.

“Doesn’t matter. ‘M here now, and ‘m not leavin’ without one. I’ll even let ya choose which part of ya I take with me.” He can feel your poor little heart beating frantically against his own chest, can see the confusion and fear on your face as you struggle to parse out the meaning of his words.

“P-part?” He hums, tilting his head again and letting his gaze drag over you, leans further into the plush swell of your breasts and bends down to brush his nose against the column of your neck, breathing in your lush scent. His hips are pressed flush to yours and he can’t help but notice how soft you are against him, even rigid with fear as you are, how perfectly you fit there, and he grinds into you, pressing you further against the counter.

You whine against the metal digging into your back and it sends a shudder snaking down his spine, draws a low, throaty growl from him, and he draws back just enough to peer into your stricken face.

“P-please don’t… don’t hurt me.”

“Only if ya ask me to.”

“I’ll give you whatever y-you want.”

“I want you.”

Your eyes are so wide, irises a speck of color against glassy porcelain, an errant splatter of paint on an empty canvas, and you shiver beneath him, bite your lip so hard he can smell the tang of blood in the air when you break the skin, and his tongue darts out as he imagines tasting the sweet ichor staining your lips.

“You… you mean my soul?” There’s a cautious optimism to your voice, as if selling your soul to him and his ilk is preferable to the other possibilities, all of the wicked scenarios, floating around in that pretty little head of yours. He hums in thought, drags a finger from your elbow up to your shoulder, and his lips peek back in a sharp-toothed grin when you tremble at the sensation.

“I do. Or I could just take you, soul and all.”

“But I’m a good person, I can’t go to-”

“Hell? Oh lovie… all the good girls go to Hell.” He croons and chucks you under the chin, forces you to stare up into the dark depths of his gaze, and grins down at you.

“No, no that’s not true-“

“Lucifer was an angel, Gods favorite, before he fell.”

“He fell because he defied his orders.”

“He was damned because he fought for freedom.”

Your face twists into a frown, brows drawing together and eyes narrowing at him, and he chuckles at the spark of defiance growing in you. He finds it amusing how you suddenly find your wit caged between his arms and pinned against his chest, like his mere presence draws out the rebellion in you.

“If you take me back with you, what do I get out of this? It is a deal after all, that’s how these things tend to work,” you throw back at him, puffing up your chest and standing a bit taller.

Johnny is going to love watching you combust, and Gaz is going to absolutely adore you, lives to compete with Johnny for pretty moans and whimpers of their names. Price will revel in taking you apart, piece by piece, and Simon… He’ll be there to stamp out the flames, to put you back together and show you the real difference between Heaven and Hell.

“Come with me and your little restaurant will only ever know success from this day forward, will never see another month in the red.” Your brows pull tighter and you bite your lip again as you consider his offer, ask yourself if it’s worth it, and he can see it in your eyes the exact moment that you decide it is. “Wha’d’ya say, lovie? Do we have ourselves a deal?”

“Yes.” Your voice is small, hesitant despite the determined set of your jaw, and the moment your assent leaves your lips Simon’s swooping down to capture them with his own, swallowing your gasp as he tastes the iron on your skin—sealing your deal with him.

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[gayelderstourney]

OLD MAN YAOI BRACKET ROUND 2

Propaganda:

Fiddleford McGucket/Stanford Pines:

lab "partners" who broke the laws of physics and nature together but it went horribly wrong and one of them got stranded in alternate dimensions and the other wiped his memory so hard he went mad. 30 years later and they were finally able to reunite during the apocalypse. even though both had changed so much they wanted to forgive each other and move forwards

if fiddauthor isn't real then why is there only one bed in the bunker. if fiddauthor isn't real then why did they go stargazing and talk about wanting to start a family. if fiddauthor isn't real then why "my partner" and "my fiddleford". if fiddauthor isn't real then why does fiddleford subconsciously hang out around the shack decades after he stopped living there. if fiddauthor isn't real then why does ford have dreams about him every night. if fiddauthor isn't real then why did fiddleford leave his son and his failing/failed marriage to go live alone in an isolated cottage in the woods with his best friend from college. if fiddauthor isn't real then why is ford's ideal world one where he gets to work with fiddleford for the rest of time. if fiddauthor isn't real then why "life would be a nightmare without them" and "it's the most meaningful thing in the world". if fiddauthor isn't real then why did alex hirsch change that one scene in the book to sound less gay. if fiddauthor isn't real then why did fiddleford make his laptop password ford's name. if fiddauthor isn't real then why did they hold hands while hugging. if fiddauthor isn't real then why "i could have sworn that as he joyfully played, i could see the age lift off his face, and see the fiddleford who had been my friend so many years ago". IF FIDDAUTHOR ISN'T REAL THEN WHY DID FORD'S MORE HONEST RETELLING OF THE PORTAL SCENE FEATURE HIM GENTLY CRADLING FIDDLEFORD IN HIS ARMS

Bob Zanotto/Helmut Fullbear:

THEY LITERALLY MADE MR CRY THE FIRST TIME I PLAYED THE GAME. THEY LOVE EACH OTHER SO MUCH AND THEY FINALLY GET TO BE HAPPY TOGETHER. YOU DONT UNDERSTAND HOW MUCH THEY MEAN TO ME.

they are married in canon and are epic and amazing. they had sad canon events where bob thought helmut was dead for like 30 years or something but helmut WASN'T dead his brain was still alive and they are reunited in the game first by way of stealing an evil dictator's body and then later on they put helmut's brain in a ball as a temporary fix while they go out to find his body which has been frozen in ice. the game forces you to walk through bob's memory of saying his vows at their wedding ceremony and it's seriously some of the most romantic and heartwarming shit i've ever heard, especially "just when i thought i was turning to seed, you made me bloom again" like my god. i love them

they're gay and old as hell!!!! there's a level dedicated to their wedding!!!

Helmut is voiced by Jack Black and is currently a brain in a ball, and Bob knows him so well that the mental image of him in his drunken mind says things Bob KNOWS the real Helmut would never say. Also Helmut is temporarily in the body of a guy voiced by Elijah Wood-

[bizarrelittlemew]

Hi. I’ve been following you for a while and I really appreciate all the OFMD gifs you make and how you add really good image descriptions. I’m pretty bad at social cues and I wanted to know if you have tips for how to thank gif makers? Do you have advice for how to word the thank you without accidentally sounding weird or rude? Is it OK for someone to thank a gif maker in their ask box if the asker doesn’t follow the gif maker? Any sort of advice like that would be appreciated, or sample scripts that are socially acceptable to send. I know gif makers work really hard and I want to say thanks without accidentally breaking unspoken social rules I don’t know about and I felt safest asking you. I hope that’s OK. Thank you very much.

hi anon 💗 first of all this is such a lovely message and sentiment, thank you 🥹 i'd say you're pretty well on your way already!

i think every gif maker i know would LOVE getting a thank you message! as you say it is hard work, and having that acknowledged will always be appreciated 💗 (no matter if you follow them or not)

here is my specific advice on how to thank gif makers:

reblog! we share the gifs we make because we want to share our love for the show/movie/actor/etc. with other people, and by reblogging, you help us do that. adding something nice in the tags, whether it's something like "this is gorgeous!" or "thank you for giffing this moment, op!", compliments on the coloring (like "love the coloring"/"wow you did such a good job brightening this dark scene!"/"these look so crisp/sharp!"), or commentary on what the gifs show (like "he looks so sad, i wanna give him a hug"/"this scene is so funny/heartbreaking/sweet"/"i never noticed this detail before"), or simply emojis (any combinations of 💖, 🫠, 🥹, 🥺, 😭, 😍 or whatever the gif makes you feel), any kind of reaction like that will be very much appreciated - for me, it's the highlight of making and sharing gifs!

as for sending an ask, i think any kind of thank you message would make gif makers extremely happy 🥹 here are some sample sentences - any variation and combination of these would be lovely to receive, i think (some ideas/options in [brackets]): "i love seeing your gifs on my dash" "thank you for [creating/posting/sharing] your gifs, they [bring so much joy/always make me happy to see]" "i love your coloring, it's so [warm/vibrant/gorgeous/bright and sharp/colorful]" "thank you for giffing [character/person/show], i really appreciate seeing gifs of [that/them]" "thank you for adding [alt text/image descriptions] to your gifs, it helps a lot!" "i really admire how [fast/talented/creative] you are at giffing" ok these are just a few ideas but i hope it's helpful! 💗

this is not a direct way of thanking gif makers (as it should be a given), but i wanna add it because it's important to me: give credit if you share our gifs in other ways than reblogging the original post. please please please do not repost/crosspost gifs without credit. if a gif maker doesn't want their gifs reposted/crossposted at all, please respect it. most, like me, will be fine with it if you credit properly. here are some ways to do that: if you want to use a gif in your own post on tumblr, you can use the Add GIF function, which automatically adds credit (and we get a lil notification), or tag the creator and/or link the original gifset in the post (e.g. "gif by @bizarrelittlemew"). if you want to post a gif to another platform, e.g. twitter, these are some examples on how to give credit: "gif by @/bizarrelittlemew on tumblr", "📸: @/bizarrelittlemew", "gif by @[twitter handle]", "gif source: [link]" and variations of these, written either in the post itself or in a reply right below. not only in the ALT text (as that is for, well, ALT text) and not by making a general note on your profile that "gifs are not my own"/"the gifs i post are from tumblr" or similar (as this won't be evident from the post itself and doesn't credit the gif maker). ok that got a bit long but hopefully it makes sense!

also, if a gifset inspires you to write meta or make your own post about what the gifset depicts, we'd also be very happy if you linked it (like "this gifset reminded me of... / made me think about...") OR simply add it in a reblog of the gifset! the exception (for me, others may feel differently) is if the meta/comment "disagrees" with the gifset, like if the gifset shows "[character] being considerate" and the comment is something like "actually, i don't think this is [character] being considerate, i think they're manipulative". then making a separate post would be more welcome (i'd personally still appreciate a link to the gifset if you were inspired by it).

something that would be rude (since you ask how to avoid that) would be somehow criticizing the gifset in the comments/tags/replies, like disagreeing with the composition (e.g. "i don't think gif number X fits with this theme"), or being negative about the editing/giving unsolicited advice (e.g. "wish these gifs were brighter/sharper" or "hey op you should make your gifs slower/faster"), or talking about how you dislike the show/movie/characters (because the gif maker will see your tags/comments and they probably made the gifs out of love for the thing). as long as you avoid that, you should be fine! 💖

once again thank you for this lovely ask and for wanting to show your appreciation for gif makers 💗

[xshingie]

Edouard Character Profile and Analysis: A second look at the man behind the bright-eyed smile.

Introduction/Context:

One of the most difficult challenges when analyzing Edouard’s character is that much of his backstory is enshrouded in mystery. The most we know of him is told through Annette, which necessitates peeling back layers from how Annette would perceive him with her limited perspective. 

However, we can look at history to construct what sort of life Edouard might have had, and what unique challenges he might have faced. By piecing together circumstantial details of Saint-Domingue’s theater culture, we can start to ask the questions: What might have shaped Edouard’s motives, ideals, and beliefs? What motivates Edouard’s character? 

So, let’s embark on a iceberg-level deep dive where I explore a potentially cynical interpretation of Edouard that hasn’t been examined before...

Note: Throughout you will notice certain words enclosed in brackets following the end of a sentence with a number. This references the cited source by author's last name or website name, which is listed in full at the end.

PART I.  Annette and Edouard, Revisited

1.1 Initial Impressions

I initially held the belief that Annette/Edouard relationship was intimately close -- closer than anything, family, perhaps bordering on romantic. There was something implicit in their connection through demonstrated character actions: (1) Edouard saving her from Vaublanc, (2) fighting side-by-side during the Haitian slave insurrection. (3) How Edouard chose to follow Annette to France without hesitation (4) how Edouard’s death affected Annette so deeply.

At the time when I had completed my first Annette/Edouard fic, I had written an in-depth analysis ("On the Edouard/Annette 'ship'") where I posited how deep their closeness must have been, and what they had meant to each other.

However, as I’ve let things sit in the fridge more, certain observations have made me reconsider. I believe they were 'close' in terms of trust when fighting alongside each other, but they didn't truly understand each other on a deeper level.

1.2  Re-Analyzing Sampled Interactions

Richter: Are you alright? You can’t be sure that was him. Annette: Those were his eyes.

At the time, I had thought that Annette recognizing Edoaurd’s eyes in a vastly different form was an implicit indication of their closeness. However, as mentioned in this previous post here ("Exploring The Narrative Significance of Edouard’s Blue eyes"), my stance now is that this speaks more to her own personal perception of how well she thought she knew him, rather than actually knowing him. 

Annette: Edouard believed singing was the soul's way of speaking. That's why, from pauper to statesman, everyone is drawn to music. He'd say that when he was on stage looking out to the audience, he could see the colors of everyone's soul. Mine was pink. He was wrong, though. Green is my favorite color.

When Annette recounts Edouard’s belief about singing and souls, there’s a wistful quality in her tone, sentimental and romantic with a subtle laugh. This scene can be interpreted in multiple ways -- perhaps she felt the notion Edouard held was silly, something she appreciated but perhaps didn’t understand or didn’t quite see it the same way he claimed. Note the visual storyboarding setup -- she is quite literally, reconstructing an subjective image -- her subjective image -- of Edouard as she speaks through memory. 

As I began to research more into Saint-Domingue’s colonial theatre scene, I began to understand on a deeper level what kind of environment Edouard was in. This led me to question why the only things we heard about Edouard from Annette was from a rosy lens. Of course, here I ought to extend some grace. When grieving, it is only normal human tendency to want to remember the best parts of someone. 

Annette: My sweet, beautiful Edouard has been turned into a monster conjured from hell.

But… Annette’s phrasing of “my sweet, beautiful Edouard,” combined with the fact that we only hear only rosy things, suggests me that either (1) Edouard didn’t share much about himself beyond his romantic ideals, and/or (2) Annette didn’t know him as well as she thought, perhaping lacked the capacity to understand him deeper with her framework of understanding at that stage in her life.

Another instance that may hint at this disconnect is when she finds NightCreature!Edouard, she offers to give him penance through killing him. 

Annette: I can make it quick, Edouard. No. pain [..] I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I thought that's what you would have wanted.

This situation, taken in isolation, is not a strong one. With limited knowledge of night creatures, Annette wouldn’t have known that Edouard could be cognizant or the extent he retained his humanity (his case being unprecedented in the animated Castlevania universe). However, this still highlights Annette’s tendency to jump to conclusions and take action first rather than seek understanding.

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PART II. Who was Edouard, Really? Constructing a Character Profile from History and Headcanon 

2.1 Saint-Domingue’s Political, Social, and Economic backdrop in context of French Colonial Theatre

At the peak of the Haitian revolution, the racial diaspora in colonial Saint-Domingue had evolved into a nuanced and complex one --  with the burgeoning rise of the mixed race population, some of which had amassed wealth and economic influence. Even within the mixed race population, there were nuances and subtleties regarding their rights -- i.e., a gens de coleur that would have been born free, compared to an affranchis, a slave that had earned their freedom. A mixed race person’s circumstances of birth governed mobility in what careers, ownership of property/land, voting rights, and strategic marriages/unions could be pursued (Maguire[3]).

Edouard was shown performing in the Comédie du Cap (also referred to as the Comédie le Cap), which became open to the public in 1764 and experienced a boon/bustle in hosting performances, ushering a peak of French colonial theatre all through the 1780s before the slave revolution sunsetted the end an era.

Background Art from the Portfolio of Mark Adams, Lead 3D Artist @ Powerhouse Animation, where he shares the design inspiration is from the theatre Comédie du Cap.

This theatre was situated in the heart of Cap‑Français. now known as Cap-Haitian. At the time, it was one of the wealthiest cities with its key strategic seaport location and boasting a diverse urban population, and eventually became a key staging ground for the Haitian slave revolt that sparked in 1791 through 1793.

A fun detail comparing the skyline of modern Cap-Haitian (courtesy of Wikipedia) and Cap‑Français as depicted in Nocturne. Note the similarity of the eminence of the peninsula that resembles a "widow's peak."

Note: Detail the specific theatres and setting will be important once I discuss Edouard’s transition from theatre to joining the maroons, or escaped slaves.

The theatre scene in Saint Domingue was complex social, political, and economic space that both (1) reflection of a system that reinforced the French hegemonic colonial presence, but also (2) may have influenced and challenged the complex social structures that arose through the eventual Creole influences in performances -- all the while serving as a melting pot where a diverse body of people convened to immerse themselves (the perception of) high-end French culture and music (Prest[6], Clay [1]).

As discussed, there were a lot of nuanced social ordinances, not too dissimilar to a caste system. The majority of theatre attendees were wealthy plantation owners, businessmen, stationed military, or visiting government representatives traveling abroad on business or behalf of the crown; eventually, gens de coleur and free blacks were admitted. Enslaved persons only of the audience if they were attending their masters, and were only allowed to perform under very strict circumstances (Prest[6]). Theatres also enforced French colonial cultural influence by primarily performing French pieces (as we know, African-influenced expressions of song/dance were greatly suppressed and theatre was no exception) (Clay[1]). Structural rules on theater seating arrangements and social fraternizing by race were also imposed.

With the vibrant diversity of individuals also came varying motives within the theatre’s social scene. People gathered to negotiate business or political deals, exchange ideas/sentiments regarding the current economic and political climate (sentiments that were growning increasingly tense as the revolution progressed). Wealthy gens de couleur saw this as an opportunity to enhance their social standing and economic influence, given Au Cap’s self-touted reputation for French sophistication and culture. It was also a place where less scrupulous motives were afoot, where colonists and soldiers would visit specifically to seek the company of the mulatto prostitutes (Clay[1]); or colored families would strategize in matchmaking for their daughters, tutted in well-spent attire, in hopes of being backed by a white sponsor (Powers[5]).

These details paint a vivid picture of Edouard's position within a broad social circle, ranging from the wealthy and educated, petit blancs, freedmen, and possibly even enslaved persons. By playing his cards right, Edouard could have gained insight into military, political, or business dealings and conversations happening at the time.

2.2 Edouard’s Unique Challenges, Motives, and Ideals

What drives Edouard as a character? 

Edouard clearly has a passion for song, and any opportunity he has to express himself so, he eagerly does. We also know that and he verbally espouses romantic ideals. If the theatre was such a place where people constantly tried to leverage to climb higher within the social and economic ladder, did Edouard ever have any similar aspirations or motivations? Or was he just content with the pure passion of singing and performing?

Edouard openly admits to being relatively privileged due to his birthright and likely enjoyed access to material possessions, given we are shown his inclination to accessorize with jeweled rings and the first thing he says to Annette is, “You’re stepping on my French silks.” As a side note, the theatre scene was also a place where gens de coleur often saw this an an opportunity to flout their wealth and proximity to french culture to up their social standing. Since fine goods (most fabrics in Saint Domingue were muslin/linen) from France would to be imported, and carrying/wearing something like silk in a social setting is to the effect of an opulent display of indulgence.

What other disadvantages or challenges Edouard might have faced?

We must also consider if Edouard faced any financial or economic pressures or constraints. As discussed, opportunities afforded for mixed persons depended on the circumstances of birth and their family's amassed wealth of social network and monetary resources. A subset of gens de coleur had indeed acquired wealth through merchant, administrative, artisanal, or clerical areas of business (Walton[8]). The primary passageway for a nonwhite to live or study abroad in France, i.e. to receive education, would be through sponsorship from a benefactor (Powers[5]). Was Edouard already born into wealth, or did he have to procure a benefactor or sponsor to fund/support his lifestyle? 

During this time, the majority of performers were imports from France during this era (Powers[6]). Since it was a challenge to retain native French performers in Saint Domingue, salary contracts customarily were generous in incentives for these white performers (Clay[1]). If Edouard was a native of Saint Domingue and of mixed-race origin, it is likely he may not have been able to levy a favorable salary contract with the theatre relative to his white colleagues. 

Although there were mixed race and black artists in performances documented in passing mention, the majority of their identities and names were lost (more likely, white people who left written records didn’t care to name them). The individuals who stood out enough to be recorded in history by name often had their talent begrudgingly acknowledged alongside backhanded remarks about their status or skin color in historical records. To obtain the opportunity to be be showcased as a soloist like we see in Edouard performing in Nocturne (i.e., the theatre agreeing to hold a named benefit in concert) especially for a mixed-race person, would have required a benefactor’s backing. The most well-known case was Minette and Lise, two affranchis both sponsored by Madame Acquire and Saint Martin (Powers[5]). This suggests that, given the disproportionate lack of named black performers in written records, Edouard would have faced additional hurdles to gain recognition and credibility as an individual artist. He would have had to overcome social stigma while competing against predominantly white contemporaries -- most black performers never achieved this. Additionally, he likely needed a benefactor to sponsor him to achieve headlining solo performances.

Although the culture of benefactors sponsoring performers is known in theatre settings elsewhere, I have not found conclusive source regarding what the environment for Saint Domingue would have been like -- the why and what constituting these arrangements, and each party’s respective leveraging influence in negotiation. I can only remark on what would be an inherent power disparity due to financial reliance -- it begets the question, what would the benefactor seek in return, and what would the performer be able to offer? (Note: I have written an analysis regarding 19th century opera scene in Paris where is a harrowing example where young female performers were exploited by their benefactors) However, I don't think circumstance have to be that dark -- perhaps Edouard came from a family who was able to leverage a business deal, or Edouard’s talents were remarkable enough to draw in an audience to generate revenue.

What were Edouard’s motivations, ideals, and beliefs? 

Annette: Why do you sing for these people, then? Edouard: I make them happy, and they loosen their tongues. You learn useful information that way.

If we revisit the above exchange with additional historical context, this exchange might be the closest insight to Edouard’s underlying character. It hints of an Edouard who is fully cognizant of these invisible, subtle barriers governing economic/social mobility within the different sub-classes, and is willing to engage in what types of flattery are necessary evils to grease interactions with socialites to acquire a favorable standing. 

Theatre played an important role inculcating the audience with not only French sentiment; pieces normally performed centered on themes of virtues of innocent love, pursuit of pleasure, tranquility and serenity -- a stark contrast to the growingly disparate mounting tensions arising in reality due to the oppressive political, social, and economic climate.  Issues like increasingly non-virtuous behavior of French men toward black and colored women, misery, corruption, and other intricacies of court and city. (Powers[5]) Edouard would have been singing and trumpeting about rosy ideals all the while reality was the opposite.

Edouard: It's in our hearts what matters, Annette.

Yet, some part of me now has to reconcile: to what extent these rosy ideals he spouted were truly ones that he believed? Given his explores to various facets of human behavior that shed a darker light, how can he say something like, "It's what in our hearts that matters”?  

Perhaps he was aware of this hypocritical farce, or perhaps that in spite of certain darker realities, some part of him did continue to harbor these romantic sentiments.

Some part of me can't help but speculate -- did he ever feel like an empty puppet within the society, effectively an empty puppet for the French crown?  Did he ever become jaded, if he ever witnessed greed, corruption, and indulgence?

All these details provide insight on not only the potential complexity of his personal circumstances, but also how Edouard would have required social acumen to navigate around  -- observing both things that would jade him (greed and corruption), but also engaging things that make him happy (enjoying the privileged life, being able to perform his passions). 

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Part III. Annette and Edouard: Revisiting Their Relationship Yet Again, with Historical Context

3.1 What motivated Edouard to leave stage life to join Annette? 

If Edouard ostensibly was happy and comfortable doing what he loved performing and singing, what prompted him to join Annette to fight in the front lines, putting his life at risk for no good reason? 

This is actually a two-pronged question: Did Edouard leave of his own volition from a true character growth standpoint, or did he have no other choice to leave? Again, the timing and aligning of the history that occurred is a little murky If we look at the excerpted timeline courtesy from (Dayan[3]) as follows:

August 22-23, 1791: Slave Insurrection in the North

Sept 26, 1792: Cap Francais, the oldest, riches, and most densely populated city of the colony, burned to the ground by rebelling slaves.

June 20-21, 1794: Cap Francais again consumed by fires, and white inhabitants desert the island.

We know that the Comédie le Cap likely would have been burned/looted alongside the raid of Cap-Français in 1792 and faced subsequent closure. When Annette and Edouard blaze into the frontlines from the Vodou Ceremonial ritual, there is a shot of the same seaport view we were afforded, now on fire.

We also know that present Nocturne takes place in 1792. I am inclined to think that when Annette recalls taking up arms and Edouard is shown alongside her it would have referred to the August 1791 revolt, meaning that Edouard must have joined before the theater closed down. Maybe he had heard the disgruntled rumblings and saw the writing on the wall through the grapevine. Perhaps he had become jaded with the business of theatre. Maybe something about Annette's honesty, candor, and simple and straightforward nature inspired him to take up arms, too.

3.2 How well did they understand each other?

Edouard’s lifestyle was markedly different from Annette’s, full of subtlety and nuance. Ironically, what drew Edouard to Annette (her simplicity and candor) may also have created a fundamental rift in their ability to understand each other. At the start of Nocturne, Annette’s simplistic approach to situations would have prevent her from comprehending the nuanced aspects of Edouard's life -- a life that both granted him relative privilege and constrained his opportunities.

With Edouard’s background in interacting with various people, he is portrayed as observant, empathetic, and kind, as seen when he inquires about Maria’s connection with her birds. Being naturally emotionally attuned to others, he would have recognize Annette’s short-sightedness and tendency to make overly simplistic judgments without considering nuance. Knowing these traits, Edouard likely contributed less to their dynamic, often following her lead rather than suggesting his own ideas.

In conclusion, although Edouard and Annette were close, I believe there would have been certain things Annette wouldn’t have been able to understand about Edouard; ultimately limiting the depth of their connection before it was tragically cut short with Edouard's death.

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PART IV. Conclusion, Acknowledgements, and Further Readings.

tl;dr I way over-engineered a potential backstory for not even a side character that had less than five minutes of screentime in total probably 

If you managed to read all of this, thank you! I mostly write these character analyses for personal reference when I find myself struggling writing a character. Because  Edouard’s screentime in Nocturne is lacking, I had to substantiate insight with an unusual amount of research. 

I think I’m ready to tackle a writing story focusing on Edouard perspective now. 

Cheers! - Shingie. 

Citations: Works Referenced for Further Reading

Clay, Lauren R. Stagestruck: The Business of Theater in Eighteenth-Century France and Its Colonies. Cornell University Press, 2013. JSTOR, http://www.jstor.org/stable/10.7591/j.ctt1xx50x

“Colonial Society.” Traveling Haiti, 23 Mar. 2016, www.travelinghaiti.com/colonial-society-haiti/ 

Dayan, Joan. Haiti, History, and the Gods. 1st ed., University of California Press, 1995. JSTOR, http://www.jstor.org/stable/10.1525/j.ctt5hjhnv.

Maguire, Léa. Haitian Soldiers at the Battle of Savannah (1779), 8 Jan. 2018.  https://www.blackpast.org/global-african-history/haitian-soldiers-battle-savannah-1779/

Powers, David M. From Plantation to Paradise?: Cultural Politics and Musical Theatre in French Slave Colonies, 1764–1789. Michigan State University Press, 2014. JSTOR, http://www.jstor.org/stable/10.14321/j.ctt7zt6t5.

Powers, David M. “The French Musical Theater: Maintaining Control in Caribbean Colonies in the Eighteenth Century.” Black Music Research Journal, vol. 18, no. 1/2, 1998. JSTOR, https://doi.org/10.2307/779400.

Prest, Julia. Review of Public Theatre and the Enslaved People of Colonial Saint-Domingue, by Julia Prest. The French Review, vol. 97 no. 3, 2024. Project MUSE, https://dx.doi.org/10.1353/tfr.2024.a920002,

Walton, Charles, "Saint Domingue", The Digital Encyclopedia of British Sociability in the Long Eighteenth Century [online], ISSN 2803-2845, URL: https://www.digitens.org/en/notices/saint-domingue.html

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[the-ultimate-squish]

Welcome to the Ultimate Squishmallow Tournament!

PLEASE DO NOT BUY SQUISHMALLOWS IRL. If you do want to still purchase Squishmallows, buying them secondhand should still be okay. I made this blog before the CEO of Squishmallows made it aware that he is financially supporting Israel. More information/resources will be provided under the cut.

I will begin posting resources at the bottom of each poll. Any additional posts related to this will be tagged with #SquishBoycott ; while this is an important matter to keep up to date on and I urge you to continue your research/keep up to date on the matter as a whole outside of Squishmallows, I understand muting this tag for the sake of mental health, as this blog was originally created for fun away from the cruelties of the world. As a note this is not a part of the official boycott.

As of right now, I am not postponing the tournament but am open to doing so as the matter progresses.

This is a tournament to determine Tumblr's favorite squishmallow, inspired by accounts such as @webkinztournament, including all 2,000+ Squishmallows as seen on the wikipedia (which can be viewed here).

More info under the cut

Current Round

Round 2 will begin November 27 @ 12 A.M. EST and be posted every hour. Each poll will run for one week. Specific schedule for each matchup can be found here.

Resources

Squishmallow Alternatives + my current reasoning for the tournament (subject to change)

More info on the matter with sources

Official Boycott

If anyone has more resources please send them my way.

Exclusions

The only squishmallows that will not be considered for the tournament are licensed squads, unnamed squish, and any squish without a link on the wiki page. This last decision is due to the fact that I cannot find images or information on these squishes if they do not have a wiki page. A list will be provided here of all unincluded squish. If anyone would like to send a picture of said squish to be included, I will gladly do so! Otherwise, they basically don't exist anywhere I can find on the internet and will not be considered. Unnamed squishmallows and licensed squads will not be included regardless.

Pairings

For round 1, each squishmallow was randomly paired by spinning a wheel (this took actually forever). From there, winners will move on the face off the winner of the next pair, and then the winner of the next pair, and so on in a bracket. More information on each squish will be provided once there are less squish per round.

Ties

In the case of an even 50/50 tie, I (the host) will ask 3 irl friends that have not voted to break the tie.

Propaganda

You are welcome to send propaganda for your favorite squish via the ask box, by reblogging the poll, or @'ing this account. I will do my best to promote said propaganda on this page, tagged with #propaganda. Overall, please BE KIND. This is a tournament for fun and not meant to cause actual discourse.

Tags

#Announcement - Poll Announcements #SOT2023 - Squishmallow of Tumblr Poll #Propaganda - Propaganda for Squish #Not Poll - Other posts, likely reblogs. Will be used in this beginning week to promote the blog before voting begins, in attempt to get a bigger sample size

Additional tags will be tags for each round, such as SOT2023R1 (Squishmallow of Tumblr 2023 Round 1), the name of each 'mallow, and #Squishmallow #Squishmallows on one poll a day to avoid flooding (there are a lot of 'mallows). #tournament poll and #poll will also be used for sample size, as well as some other additional tags at least in the beginning. However, these are all the main ones to be used for navigations!

[hamartiologic]

Let's Play Perfect Love: Pandora Edition [#1]

No, this isn't a Pandora mod (yet). This post is to document my thoughts as to how Pandora would approach the scenario in Perfect Love as I replay it. I've broached these topics before, namely the batting cages/party option, but I'd like to go more in-depth as a sort of challenge to really delve into Pandora's character! And maybe this really will help out the Pandora mod getting started, who knows.

I hope you enjoy this approach to the game & my accompanying commentary. I encourage others to do the same, as I find it an interesting way to engage in character study!

This post covers the prologue of Perfect Love, so it's mainly Pre-Milo and the beginnings of a new version of him, but not quite fully-made into what he could be.

Without further ado... Let's get started!

Some first parts of the playthrough were documented in the Perfect Love Fan Server. By all means, do join us if you haven't yet! We're a pretty active community engaging in all types of creativity.

Typos will be corrected through brackets, [like so]. C4, hope you're reading this well. Messages will be indented and signified with a timestamp so as to not be confused with the large blocks of quotes that are also indented.

First off, Eris and Pandora are largely, largely different from the get go.

Eris' perspective:

For a while, you were obsessed with the idea of a specific love. Not the type that was advertised in romance books or romantic movies. Not the type that grows together, that supports each other, the type that others envy. You wanted the type [that] corrodes and suffocates. The type that held onto you, clinging, begging to be loved. Who could only think about you, to only have you, whatever [the cost]. You had dated countless people to find that love, all failures. It was never enough, and it would never be enough. You discarded them all aside and decided… If no one could give you the love you craved… Then you would create someone who could. Wouldn't that be fun?

In Pandora's case, the type of love he desires is... what I'd call a 'backstage' love. Someone who doesn't need to see the act he puts on to decide he's worth their time. Someone who sees the person behind the mask and loves all of her regardless.

Pandora's thoughts on obsession are... interesting. She likes the attention she gets, and she wouldn't be averse to having someone's attention solely on her, but the issue is that she always feels like all the obsession she's been subject to so far is a result of expectations and an imposed image upon her—in other words, the love is reserved for someone who looks and acts like Pandora, but isn't actually Pandora. Just an ideal that the person created in their head based off of Pandora's act. It's suffocating for him. If someone really loved him, the real him, he would accept the obsession.

Pandora's dating history is null as a result of this: she believes that the person that all her suitors loved was someone else, and that she couldn't live up to what they asked her to be, whether or not they actually thought of the situation that way. He likes being himself way too much to concede to another person's image of him, but he also doesn't believe he could be seen for who he really is. This also brings up the fact that she has moral OCD, so she doesn't think she'll be accepted if she isn't wholly upright.

The beginning narration and we're already starting off with paragraphs. Hope some of you are still here with me!

10:10 PM - [img attached below] There he is. we did it gang

10:12 PM - Eris is so bitey it's kinda shocking seeing their dialogue w/ Pandora's name. Pandora would not say that she'd think it at most 10:12 PM - and then jump into a lake about it

Incidentally, I already actually wrote how the confrontation between Pandora and Ryan would end up. It's by no means complete, but here it is for the curious:

10:15 PM - [img attached below] Man equating this w/ Pandora is kinda hard… he'd date someone if he knew they could accept all of him which is so hard for her because of his constant distrust in others (but also Pandora's not going to be as fast as Eris in asking Milo out lolgsdjdjs)

10:16 PM - [img attached below] I think… this is what Pandora would want…? Not sure? <- he's ur oc bro?????

Haven, as in a place where Pandora can rest and simply be. I think this is fitting!

10:17 PM - [img attached below] panon (canon but Pandorafied)

10:21 PM - [img attached below] Let's see. If I'm remembering Pandora mythos right Pandora's reason for choosing batting cages would be to let off some steam in a physical manner, acting on her really violent impulses Pandora's reason for choosing party would be because that's usually what she defaults to--easily moving past difficult emotions by drowning them out. Repressing her anger in favor of enjoying herself instead. Canonically, Pandora would probably tend towards the party option…

10:22 PM - And also because I imagine the crew would be understanding of Pandora's frustration, so he trusts them to an extent regarding this. Actually what if I saved this all for a tumblr post yeah

From conception, I always thought of Pandora to tend toward manipulation route more due to how he already navigates his social life. The only thing stopping him from already being manipulation-pilled is his morality. I echo the sentiment that Pandora is Eris but with a massive guilt complex, lol.

Here we are at the party! Valli, if only I had enough energy to run a blog for you like people have done with Desmond, Seph, and Iya. Alas, I cannot be that. Anyhow.

The Holly-Valli conflict is interesting. Though I've joked about how manipulation Pandomilo come to be their manipulation forms, I understand that this is the inciting incident for that transformation. I think Pandora would note that Holly was here, emphasizing that she's on Valli's side. Leaving out her disagreement with Valli's lack of integrity, she'll end up stoking the fires of the lingering resentment. Pandora understands, more than anyone, the feeling of being the underdog, of punishment. She knows how frustrating it is, even moreso in the state that she'd be in to make the batting cages/party decision. She doesn't outright encourage something so destructive that Valli would get hurt, but if Valli were to express her frustration, Pandora would accept it and say she has the right to do so.

It's because of this lack of decisive action that I have the inkling that leading Milo down to his manipulation form would be a longer journey. Or maybe not—if he's been observing Pandora all this time, surely he would catch onto how the latter carries himself in social spaces and connect the dots. I wonder if Milo would see Pandora's ability to metaphorically dance around like this as a strength that answers his question of being able to stand up for himself. Pandora's confident voice ringing out, his well-honed charisma, his beeline for the proverbial prize, whatever that may be—Milo would certainly understand that these are prized weapons that Pandora has become an expert in.

Taking that for himself, what do we get? A Manipulation Milo that sweettalks and identifies his conversational partner's preferred way of communication in order to build a network of connections as Pandora has.

Also, I imagine the scene of Eris introducing Valli to Milo as their future husband would instead be Pandora introducing Milo as someone new she found that seemed cool to hang out with. Valli would probably say something like, "your collection of people is neverending, huh," referencing Pandora's elaborate web of connections, I suppose.

Eris:

You are supposed to agree with me. Remember what you promised?

In Pandora's case, the text would be something like...

You have to accept people, even at their lowest. Relationships are a one-way mirror.

Though... that's off the top of my head. It's not to say Pandora doesn't trust Valli for their relationship to be a two-way street, it's more that Pandora doesn't think his baggage should be anyone's to deal with, but he likes digging into other people's own out of curiosity and to earn rapport with them?

Holly-Valli would more or less be the screaming match that it is in canon. Probably.

I feel like Pandora would be actually pissed on Valli's behalf regarding Holly's behavior. Acting out Valli's anger when she makes excuses. Being wronged is just too frustrating to deal with. Pandora would know.

Eris manipulating Milo to be more spiteful towards Ryan and actively plan his downfall is interesting. Yet again, this is where Eris and Pandora diverge. Remember what I said about Pandora moving past difficult emotions by drowning them out? The solution in her mind is to simply live a better life than Ryan would wish for Milo. That, in itself, is the best revenge. And it's not like anyone would know, but that's part of the reason why Pandora is the way she is: being the best she can be is her revenge against all who said otherwise.

But then again, that lack of expressing her spite is... mainly for herself. She would probably empathize with Milo's resentment the same way she did with Valli. 'You don't have to do anything to get back at that person, but if you did, I'd understand.'

If you reached this point, thank you so much for reading all of my ramblings thus far! I hope I was coherent and consistent enough in my reasoning and characterization of Pandora despite my candidness. I'll probably refine the more difficult parts of this and elaborate on stark differences in writing soon enough, should that be a point of interest to anyone.

See you in the next part of Perfect Love: Pandora Edition! [Edit: Here it is!]

[stillamassivedeal]

“spoiler alert: heaven is a really nice hotel in miami”

you know i died for 15 seconds?

ooc/headcanons under the cut !!

ooc ♡

heyy !! im the mod for this rp account and will be remaining nameless !! i use she/they pronouns :3

this is based off of both versions of mean girls that reneé rapp has been in, and i use pictures of her, and the odd faceless blonde girl and random images from pinterest :)

i try to incorporate lines from the broadway production and musical movie into my posts and interactions !! fun fact: broadway is my favourite variation of mean girls, but i have seen the 2024 movie over 30 times :3

rules/extra info ♡

keep things sfw, im a minor !! jokes are okay as long as they don't escalate

general dni, just don't be an asshole, im here to have fun, not report you for being a cunt ♡

im in gmt timezone and am busy with school and studying and all that fun stuff /s so i might not reply immediately !!

send as many asks/dms as you'd like, no limit :)

free to rp over asks or dms, whatever works !!

ill tag all rp posts with #fugly cow and #mean girls rp, and all ooc posts will be tagged #ooc and have brackets around them (( like this !! ))

headcanons ♡

her full name is regina olivia george

she's 17, her birthday is january 20

she/her

lesbian, but refuses to admit it, thinks something is wrong with liking girls. a few times, she's gotten so worked up about it that she's thrown up

she's definitely neurodivergent in some way, but she gets scared whenever she thinks about that/genuinely just doesn't acknowledge it. if anyone even brings up anything to do with that, from any aspect, she gets really defensive or ignores it

she suffers from chronic pain after the bus accident, and some days it's hard for her to even get out of bed. she frequently misses school because of this, and struggles with her classes (( some of that might be to do with the last point though ))

her parents are divorced, she lives with her mom and sister, kylie, and never sees her dad. she has a rocky relationship with her mom and gets on so well with her sister. she doesn't remember much about her dad

she still acts like she's so tough, but she's actually a massive softie. everything you say will be taken to heart and she will cry about it

she's learning to be a better person. she's scared of being vulnerable and opening up

she's a mega germaphobe (( im projecting i fear ))

she acts like she enjoys parties, but really she gets overly anxious about them, so she makes sure she gets super drunk to eliminate the feeling

she loves her friends. she really does. cherishes them so much, they stuck with her through everything !!!!

she's actually a huge theater kid, but has practically eliminated that from her personality, because whoever heard of a popular girl who likes theater? she used to want to be on broadway when she was younger, but her dad told her it was stupid so she dropped the idea

she has absolutely no idea how to regulate her feelings at all, that might be obvious tbh

she just doesn't really know how to treat people, she just says and does exactly what comes to mind without thought. it feels like she has no control, which scares her

she's 5'8, she will use her height to her advantage and bully you about how short you are ♡

she loves movies ?? idk she seems like a movie lover, she has letterboxd and it's filled with old romance movies and horror films (( conflicting personalities :3 ))

she often craves physical touch, she just wants someone to love her for her

she wishes she had a dog !! but her mom doesn't like pets. she used to beg her parents for one when she was younger, but they always said no :((

JEALOUS JEALOUS GIRL !!!!! will see one of her friends with someone else and actually feel horrific about it

⚠️tw ed mention⚠️ she really struggles with food and body image, especially after the kälteen bar incident. how she views herself has always been prominent in her mind since she was a kid, but it's slightly more noticeable now. she's never told her friends, but they clearly know, and they help her, whether that's eating with her or distracting her or whatever ♡

more will be added as we go !!

[tiptapricock]

LiuCage movie hcs for me pleaseeee 🥺🥺

1995 LIUCAGE NATIONNNN THIS ONES FOR YOU!!! I am playing loose w the canon timeline and esp that Johnny dies three seconds after movie 1, ty💕

Send a character or ship for some nsfw Mortal Kombat hcs!

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A lot of tension starts out from them being frustrated at each other

Johnny is kind of smitten anyway, he respects Liu Kang’s mission and skills, even if he thinks he’s a bit of a dick sometimes

Liu thinks Johnny is an asshole and doesn’t really have much of a larger image of him beyond their first interaction for most of the tournament

Johnny beating Goro does change some of that, but Liu still doesn’t really get what he’s feeling is attraction. Or he doesn’t want to. I think movie Liu strikes me as a guy who represses his sexuality somewhat and would be too focused on revenge to realize he finds a guy hot

There’s a lot of almost moments during training, both before and after the tournament and defeating Shang Tsung

Wrestling each other down in the heat of afternoon, Liu pinning Johnny down by the throat, or Johnny bracketing Liu’s thighs with his own

Similar moments during arguments, Liu tugging Johnny close to get in his face only for his thoughts to snag on the warmth of his breath and the way his eyes flick down

He doesn’t want to recognize it. He doesn’t

Johnny’s absolutely smitten though, and definitely gets himself off in his private time after some more charged encounters

Liu Kang is just pretty and when he’s mad he fucking snarls and his jaw flexes, and his arms gleam with sweat after every practice and fuck

Johnny ends up taking point on making something happen. He’s more casual with sex, and sees it as a logical conclusion to everything bubbling between them, to stop dancing around it

The next time Liu picks a fight he doesn’t back down, Caging(™️) him against a wall and letting him know exactly what they’ve both been thinking

Johnny’s a neck kisser, and gets Liu into it slowly

He buries himself in that hair, feels up his sides, feels Liu tensing and relaxing and hears the slightly confused hitches in his breath

The first time they just grind on each other until they both cum, rutting and heated, Liu Kang’s fists twisting into Johnny’s shirt as Johnny leaves bite marks along his throat

It’s sort of awkward in the aftermath, and Liu awkwardly runs off, leaving Johnny to blow out a long breath and push back his hair before going to clean himself up

It doesn’t stop after that though

A ferventness enters things. Training becomes… well. Liu staring at him like a fucking laser beam and both of them getting hard when they don’t mean to, having to excuse themselves before anyone notices to feel each other up somewhere else

Liu is still kind of lost about… a lot of things, because this is too fast, and he can’t articulate his wants, but god Johnny’s a good kisser and he makes him feel like he’s on fire

And he wants

And he’s kind of pissed about it

They get competitive with it after awhile, about who gives the best head, and who can jack the other off the fastest

They switch up dynamics a lot. Johnny loves getting a bit cockier than usual with Liu, but damn if he doesn’t also encourage him when he plays rough

Johnny likes being manhandled, getting pushed down, and when Liu is extra pissed with him it’s a good outlet for them both

Johnny is breezing through, enjoying whatever friends with benefits thing they have, and the entire time Liu Kang is on the precipice of some emotional turmoil

He’s gotten into all of this without a clear understanding, something still feeling stuck in his chest, something he’s trying to drown out with Johnny Cage’s dick down his throat and the smell of his cologne pouring over him as he ruts between his thighs under sweaty sheets

They don’t do full penetration for awhile but when they do Johnny is… gentle. It’s a gentleness Liu has seen a lot. For all the ego that surfaces now and then, Johnny Cage is level headed and doesn’t take shit. He walks Liu through it, and offers to bottom, letting him finger Johnny open slowly

Liu finally pushes in, and it’s… a weird thing. It’s jerky, it’s weird. They move slow and then Liu’s thrusts are aborted, his face twisted strangely as he rests his forehead on Johnny’s chest

Johnny continues to encourage him, fingers curling against his neck, and suddenly Liu feels that thing get loose in his chest

This isn’t just some fling, some way for him to vent his anger, this is… he likes this, he likes…. Fuck he loves Johnny. A bit. Shit. Shit.

He cums with his hands balled in the sheets, and when Johnny feels his face and gets him to look at him, Liu Kang opens his eyes to find the cloth under his palms smoking

[comshipbracket]

Antis DNI

Remember, you are voting for the ship you prefer, not the ship you find more problematic

Propaganda for both ships under the cut.

MegaStar Propaganda (Abusive Dynamic)

"They're absolutely horrible to eachother but cannot live without eachother as well. If they ever get their shit together and actually get along, the cartoons would be like, 5 episodes max."

"On a scale from 1-10 on the problematic scale, this ship sits at `someone made a flag against this ship`. I wish i was joking"

Coffincest Propaganda (Abusive Dynamics, Codependant Relationship, Incest)

"They're the protagonists of the game who are stuck in quarantine because `the water was infected` though by now this seems to not be true and the government just wants to let some people starve I guess."

"Their dynamic is really abusive with Ashley being possessive of Andrew and controlling his life since they were kids (making him accidentally kill a girl by asthma because she said she liked him, per example), and in the events of the game, convincing him to cannibalize their neighbor when he died to a demon (it's not like the wardens were giving them food sooo). Though Andrew also seems to have some power over her, by the fact that he's the only person she likes and talks to (especially after the quarantine driving everyone else away) and without him, she would be completely alone, giving that little touch of codependency to their relationship."

"Even with all this they're so fucking cute together, the little CG of them kissing at the end of the demo really warms my heart (I was gonna put this one on the image link, but the image I sent now is better, Ashley sitting on Andrew's lap with hickeys and Andrew with scratch marks). Also, nemlei (the dev) said they're gonna be canon on some of the full game's endings."

[partofmycharm]

The Neon Project - Part One (Male Yautja x GN Reader)

Hi everyone! I had this idea in my head and thought it’d be pretty cool to write.  Let me know if you want to see a part two because I’d definitely be interested in continuing!

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Summary: You probably shouldn’t have taken that job. Because, now, a Yautja demands your help... but, hey, at least you’re getting paid well. 

Content Warnings: none really, just lots of swearing, SFW

Wordcount: 3063

Hadt’yk’e = (had-ti-yik-ee)

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Strips of green neon lights lined the metal pathways and across the width of storefronts and apartment complexes, brightly reflecting off the tinted glass skyscrapers. Various sized ships drifted high overhead, following the holographic lines of designated pathways between the buildings, directing them to and from the docks or landing pads that jutted from the sides of the skyscrapers.

 At this time of night, the streets were quiet. The stores that closed late were dwindling in customers, the workers of which tidying their spaces in preparation. Red holograms flickered back and forth across the surfaces of the glass buildings, bearing the words ‘Human Only Territory’ in bolded letters.

 They suddenly began to flicker and change; the image morphed into the unsettling face of an old female android model, whose features still toed the line of the uncanny valley. It flashed a sweet grin, the shutters in its camera-like eyes adjusting. “Welcome to the Neon Light District. Here, the safety of our citizens is integral. Please make sure you are abiding by the laws and regulations as detailed on Section 3A of your Citizens First guidebook. As the time is now one hour past sun-down, routine shakedowns will now begin. Any and all persons found to be harbouring individuals of extra-terrestrial origin can and will be prosecuted. Thank you for your cooperation. And remember, if you hear the sirens, please evacuate to your nearest underground bunker immediately.”

 The hologram pixelated back into the ‘Human Only Territory’ sign. No one had turned to watch — it was the same announcement that they played day by day, once in the morning, and once at night, without failure.

 You were pulled from your ruminations as a robot council cleaner pulled straight in front of you. Its mechanical, pincer-like arms were held to its boxy middle as it rolled from the alley, its wheels whirring loudly. A few papers of propaganda flew from the over-filling built-in bin, drifting aimlessly through the air before landing by your feet.

 The silhouette of a cobra’s head was bracketed by two lines: ‘The Cobras: Venomous Intent’ and ‘Hey President Eustace: We Bite Back!’, and right at the bottom was: ‘Got a Code? Join Us Today!’.

 “Excuse me,” the robot beeped as it reversed towards you. Its mechanical arms reached out to suction the papers before dropping them back into the rubbish hole.

 You stepped around the knee-high thing and kept walking. Most of the others in the street had disappeared for the raids, most likely stowing away in those community safehouses that some people secretly ran. One had been busted the other day — you didn’t hear much, but you had heard that some folks were taken in. Community safehouses were meant to protect the homeless or the afraid, but since they were illegal, owning one or taking refuge in one was considered conspiracy against the government, thus sending those who didn’t escape into custody.

 The rules were ridiculous — bordering tyrannical, even. But it was the way of life on many planets now, such as the one you walked on now, Elysium. It was supposed to represent the future of human civilisation after years of such perseverance, but its way of life hadn’t been granted safety from the chains of war. It, too, had fallen to its knees during the government’s desperation to regain control in the long war against one of the Universal Powers — a few species that had existed and controlled the expanse of space since before than the birth of Homo sapiens.

 You turned down an alley just as a United Nations Space Military truck pulled onto the near-abandoned street. Taking this as your cue to hurry the fuck up, you quickened your pace towards the flashing neon sign at the end of the dark, narrow pathway. The closer you got to the green tree sign, the more the distant, thumping music became audible. You felt it deep in your bones and chest as you opened the side door.

 Hot air, alcohol, and sweat washed over you all at once. You almost keeled over at the disgusting stench that dared to burn your nostrils, but you kept your balance as the door slammed shut behind you. The music, now on the verge of bursting your eardrums, thumped around you like the world’s biggest speaker. Tight clusters of dancing people congregated on the dance floor, grinding their sweaty bodies against each other in drunken hazes. The tables were packed with bodies, most of which covered in a permanent haze of clouds from artificial drugs.

Strobing lights temporarily blinked the joint into darkness every few seconds. You curled your hands into tight fists as you glared through the mass of alternating colours, each flash making your gut clench with nausea. There was a bar backed with red neon lights, highlighting the silhouettes of shirtless bartenders pouring drinks for waiting customers.

 You tried not to take many deep breaths as you immediately turned to your right and zipped past a few tables of idling customers. A few eyed you up and down, their crooked and musty faces lightening with smugness as they watched you storm away. There was an archway amongst the right wall, where a layer of orange and red beads blocked the way through. You pushed them to the side and stepped into the hallway that stretched to your left.

 About halfway down stood a burly security guard with muscles larger than your head, the size of them almost bulging through the material of his fine suit. He stood patiently, with his thick hands clasped together in front of him.

 You paid him no mind as you walked past him towards the staff-only bathroom. Just as your fingers reached for the handle, a large hand quickly snatched the front of your shirt and pushed you back. The security guard had stepped forward, his scarred face sneering down at you.

 No words were exchanged, but you stared up at him with raised eyebrows. After a few seconds, the security guard grunted, and he relented his hold on your shirt. He stepped back.

 As if nothing had happened, you opened the door and stepped into the brightly lit bathroom, the lights buzzing above you. As soon as the door closed, the music outside ceased. You sucked in a deep breath before you approached the last stall, which was closed.

 After stepping inside, you pressed the flush button with your knuckle, and there was a low whirr from behind the toilet before the wall shifted. It rotated to the side, revealing a just as bright staircase leading down. The wall rotated shut behind you as you stepped in, and your shoes slapped noisily on the smooth concrete as you descended the steps.

 Right at the bottom sat a wooden door, the surface of it painted with the silhouetted head of a king cobra. You pushed it open to enter the small, boxy entrance, where another security guard stood, this time armed to the bone with enough weaponry to hold off a small army. He paid you no mind as the door slammed shut behind you, but the two whispering women in the corner did.

 There was another woman though. She was tanned, with swishing hair that reached her buttocks. Her defined muscles were covered in tattooed patchwork, and she bore two rings in her right eyebrow.

 “Took you long enough,” her voice was deep. You knew her only by the name Temperance. It wasn’t her real name, of course, it was after one of the major arcana of tarot. Other than that, you didn’t know much about her; you’d only worked together once before.

 “It’s not easy getting through the District,” you said. “Soldiers were everywhere in the west zone.”

 “Yeah. I heard talk of a safehouse bust,” Temperance said. She turned on her heel and began to lead you through past another set of beads and into the recreational room.

 “Another one?” You asked. That was two within a week. “Seems like they’re cracking down.”

 “Fletch is worried there are insiders.” Temperance pushed open a door, and they moved past an armoury and an indoor shooting range.

 “Wouldn’t surprise me,” you said. “So, what was the rush to get me here? I was about to go off planet, you know.”

 Temperance laughed. “Wait until you get a load of this,” she said. “Remember that job you took a few weeks ago?”

 “There were a few.”

 “The big one,” Temperance said pointedly.

 You shrugged nonchalantly. “Yeah. Why? They get busted, too?”

 “No.” Temperance clicked her tongue. “Better. Or worse. Depending on your perception.” They stopped at a locked door, and she turned to you, raising a finger. “Now, whatever you do, don’t panic. And be respectful, for fucks sake.”

 “Yes, captain,” you whispered as Temperance turned back around. The cut-out in her loose singlet revealed the twisting tattoo of a ferocious fire-breathing dragon, rippling and twisting with the flexing definition of her back muscles.

 The door opened, and, at a table, stood only two figures. One being Fletch, one of the men responsible for leading the Cobras. He’d spent years in prison for a crime in which he was falsely accused of; his time there having crafted a shell of who he used to be. Faded tattoos covered the expanse of his skin, most of which accumulated during his time behind bars. He was rough and tough, but he cared about his people — he wasn’t like the military or the government. He always said if he went to prison again, at least this time, it would be for something worthwhile.

 The other… individual standing by the table was of certain interest to you. He was massive, standing at around 7’5, his limbs and torso plated with shining armour and leather. Underneath those pieces, his hide was an unusual deep purple, with even darker stripes that were barely distinguishable up and down his frame. In the centre of his abdomen was a white diamond, which easily caught your attention amongst the monotonous palettes. He had a singular feline skull that rested above his codpiece, and a blank mask with words of an unfamiliar language etched across the surface.

 This was a Yautja, you knew that. It wasn’t your first time meeting one, but it would be the first time you’d meet one in a… favourable setting.

 “(Y/N),” Fletch said. “Nice to see you again.” He held his hand out towards the male Yautja, who’d stiffened and folded his arms across his bulky chest as you entered. “This is Hadt’yk’e. He’s an Arbitrator.”

 You could sense the hostility from the very moment you stepped inside. You only managed a nod toward Hadt’yk’e, who hardly acknowledged the gesture. Temperance rose her brows as she moved off to the side, sneaking you a knowing glance.

 “Why am I here?” You asked. You didn’t like the way you suddenly felt vulnerable under Hadt’yk’e’s scrutiny. In response, you, too, folded your arms across your chest.

 “I heard that you were allocated a job a few weeks ago. Right?” Fletch asked carefully, to which you nodded. Fletch turned to Hadt’yk’e, who jutted his chin at you.

 “Your temporary employers were Weyland-Yutani. Were they or were they not?” The Yautja asked in perfect, fluent English. His voice was deep and gravelly, accentuated with clicks on every harsh sound.

 “I can’t disclose that,” you said casually, which earned an unpleasant snarl. Fletch held up a placating hand.

 “In other circumstances, that would be correct,” he said. “But there are bigger things at stake. And as a Commander, I say it’s fine.”

 You almost rolled your eyes. You didn’t care who Hadt’yk’e was or what his title was or why he was here. You respected only the code of the Cobras; in doing so, you’d seen a lot of shit in your lifetime. This guy? Pfft. He wouldn’t kill you, therefore he didn’t scare you. But, alas, Fletch was an authority figure, and he was someone you respected.

 “Yes, they were,” you said plainly.

 “And what is your formal title for this… rebel group?” Hadt’yk’e asked. Oh. So, he was one of those Yautjas, then. It was clear to you that he’d never done dealings with the Cobras before — it wasn’t common for them to do business with a Yautja, but it did occur.

 “I’m a smuggler,” you said. You knew where this was going, and you had the perfect response crafted.

 “And what was it you were smuggling?”

 You just shrugged. “Dunno.”

 The response didn’t sit well with Hadt’yk’e. His muscles tensed, but he didn’t say anything else. After a second or two, he spoke again. “I will not ask again.”

 “Good. Because I don’t have an answer,” you said.

 “(Y/N),” Fletch said with an undertone of warning.

 You sighed. “I don’t know. I was just told it was special cargo, and that I had to be careful and quick.” You weren’t lying. Weyland-Yutani performed a lot of shady shit, and the only ways for them to discreetly transport precious cargo from one facility to the next was through Cobra smugglers, i.e., you. It was the only job you’d ever been allocated from that company. The payout had been decent.

 “Where did you deliver this cargo?” Hadt’yk’e asked immediately after.

 “Some designated meetup point in this District,” you said.

 Hadt’yk’e rumbled. “Where?” He reiterated.

 “I can’t remember. But it was on one of the landing pads in the east zone,” you said. “That’s all I know. Can I leave now?”

 “No,” Fletch said. “We have reason to believe that precious cargo of yours was actually a Yautja. And Hadt’yk’e needs him back.”

 You blinked. “Right,” you said slowly. So, what? They wanted you to smuggle yourself into a Weyland-Yutani facility, find an entire fucking Yautja, and somehow smuggle him out without anyone noticing? What a fantastic idea. “And how is this my problem?”

 “Because you are the one responsible for handing him over.” Hadt’yk’e’s voice was stern. He still hadn’t moved, eerily enough. “Now, you will be responsible for getting him out.”

 “You’re an Arbitrator. Isn’t that your job?” You asked incredulously. God, you’d been right! These guys are fucking lunatics!

 “There’s a problem,” Fletch said. “No one here knows of any Weyland-Yutani facility anywhere on this planet. But, from your information, it must be around this District somewhere. These facilities are basically impenetrable.”

 “Great. Good thing you’re trained for that, right, Hadt’yk’e?” You asked, turning towards the Yautja, who just stared at you.

 “You aren’t funny,” he said.

 “I didn’t say I was,” you quipped. “I don’t understand why you think I can be of any help.”

 “You’re probably the only person on this planet that Weyland-Yutani will trust,” Fletch said. He rested his palms against the side of the table. “So, you’re probably the only person who’ll be able to find them.”

 You wanted to argue. The last thing you wanted was to closely work with a Yautja — one who blamed you for this situation, no less. You couldn’t see how it was your problem; your job was literally to smuggle shit, mostly confidential, from one place to another. It was just a source of income, with a nice added slice of protection from the Cobras.

 Hadt’yk’e didn’t like the idea any more. If he could do this on his own, he would. But Weyland-Yutani had learnt from previous encounters, making his job harder. Although he wasn’t opposed to working with humans, he didn’t particularly like the feeling of asking for help.

 “Do you still have their contact information?” Fletch asked.

 “It was a proxy,” you said, shrugging. “And the channel was disabled after the deal was done.”

 “Send me their information,” Hadt’yk’e said. “And the channel. I can decrypt the data.”

 You stared between the two of them before briefly looking at Temperance, who was bobbing her head to the music that played through her old-age, blocky headphones. You turned back. “So, what? What do I do with this?”

 “Well, once we establish contact—” Fletch started.

 “If we establish contact,” you interrupted.

 Fletch glared. “Whatever. If we establish contact, you can be the one that gets in. You’ll be Hadt’yk’e’s eyes.”

 “They don’t trust me,” you said. “And besides, you need a facial profile to get clearance into any government facility. And last time I checked, I don’t have one.”

 If Weyland-Yutani didn’t front as some giant engineering corporation, there wouldn’t be any problems infiltrating their place as a human. But facial recognition data patrolled their facilities like a pack of wolves to its prey. The questionable stuff happened under the surface, but you had never really cared to know. They’d never been on your radar, and the ship that you’d bought was independently crafted.

 “That’s what Temperance is for.” Fletch gestured towards the woman in the corner, who threw up a lazy gesture when she clocked the attention was on her.

 You turned to Hadt’yk’e, who was already staring at you. “Alright.” You nodded. “I smuggle you in, and I expect some sort of payment. What have you got?”

 Hadt’yk’e had been expecting this. He jutted his chin at her, the curves of his mask catching the low lighting. “Are universal credits sufficient?”

 “Are they traceable?”

 “No.”

 You nonchalantly half-shrugged. “Ten thousand.”

 “Eight.”

 “I’m not going any lower,” you said. “I’m already risking my ass for shit that’s not even my problem.”

 “It is your problem,” Hadt’yk’e said.

 “Ten thousand, and if you think that’s negotiable, I want an extra grand for every time you inconvenience me,” you said with an unimpressed tone.

 Hadt’yk’e bristled for a brief moment. He untensed his muscles — he wouldn’t let this get to him. “Fine. It is a deal.” He had plenty more where that came from, anyway.

 You smiled at him; it wasn’t mocking but it wasn’t nice, either. It was just another job, you told yourself. I’m only going to break into a government facility. It’s no big deal.

 And as Fletch started talking, you couldn’t help but think about how your employer was a fucking Yautja! You didn’t like the idea of working for one. They weren’t exactly on the top of your Favourite Alien list — not like you were keeping tabs… but, still. The more experienced Cobras dealt with them on the few occasions one had approached them.

 You sighed internally. I should have never taken that fucking job.

-

Part Two —>

[autisticgirliesbracket]

What makes Dendy from OK K.O.! Let's Be Heroes the autistic girlie ever of all time? Here's what the people have to say:

Dendy-related asks/reblogs: x This post will be updated after each round!

Image ID in alt text and under the readmore.

[Image ID. White slide with a screenshot of Dendy in the top left corner. She is surrounded by text boxes which read,

"literally just look up a photo of her and youll understand. buuuut lets see uhh. she shows special interests in technology and these things in the show called pow cards. she has trouble understanding others emotions. her expressions are so. yknow. :|. when she shows up the show literally has this running gag where it plays a YAYYYY stock sfx in the bg. its literally the autism creature yippie. also shes just really cool and deserves to win everything ever. thank you for your time. watch ok ko."

"She's the little tech dork trope but I actually like how she pulls it off! She's constantly impressing K.O. and K.O. even calls her 'A science wizard' once! One of her nicknames that's canon is literally just 'Science baby' and I think that's so cute for her- She even says that she taught herself coding because it's a way to express herself, and I love that so much for her! Anyways I think she's more autistic coded than canonically Autistic but I love her anyways and think she'd fit right in!"

"Idk I just think she's cute and some other people like her, I hope she does well in this bracket"

"Shy, intelligent, and very good at hacking. Takes idioms literally and can act insensitively, but is sweet and has good intentions. Special interests are technology and trading cards. Often accompanied by the sound of kids cheering (not ASD related i just think its neat)."

"Okay, so: Dendy from OK KO is portrayed from the very beginning of the show as a young girl (around KO's age, since he's somewhere around 6-9) who is very logical and structured in her way of seeing the world, but struggles with social cues and expectations that aren't clearly laid out. She has a keen special interest in POW Cards (in-universe trading cards, basically), and this is how she first meets and connects with the protagonist KO. What I adore about this show is that it highlights what lots of people consider to be her being autistic, in a positive light. She has character arcs and self improvement like all of the characters do, she's not perfect, but her way of thinking and being is not demonized in any capacity, even if some characters occasionally don't 'get' her perspective, that's shown the same way as when /she/ doesn't get /their/ perspective. It's not canon that she's autistic, but there's a lot in this show that is coded without being stated explicitly, and because the show is very heavy handed (it is a kid's cartoon!) you get a lot of the positive messages you might expect like "celebrate differences" and whatnot without ever explicitly saying that she's autistic. However I think that it was very much intended! There are probably way better infodumps on Dendy being autistic than this one, haha, but I love her so much!"

"OUGHHH I CANT EVEN WORDS!!!! ANY DENDY CLIP SHOWS IT, SHES THE WORLDS BEST KAPPA UFHFHDBSB"

"Look at her. Silly kappa. I love her. She loves computers. She doesn’t understand emotions. She loves her friend K.O. She wants to be a hero. She’s so good. My sweet baby"

"she has a special interest (coding/robot stuff), she has trouble with empathy, she doesn't pick up on social cues, and more stuff I can't completely put into words cause I'm really bad at that :,)"

"I resonated very deeply with this awkward little kappa but aside from that I got the vibes from her monotone and formal speaking pattern and the way she struggled with understanding social cues or sarcasm. She's also extremely literal and logical to a fault sometimes (like myself) and she's got special intesests in tech and pow cards. She does struggle with understanding how her actions may effect others sometimes but she means well and does try to show that she cares once she does understand. I also see her backpack ("hack-pack") as a comfort item for her as she tends to take it with her everywhere and doesn't allow others to touch it, including her best friend, K.O."

"She's shown to behave in a way where she doesn't show her emotions that much, but when someone brings up her special interests she becomes a gremlin (In this case, POW Cards), she stims on screen, she's shown to be hyperfixated on technology and that's where she's able to infodump and such, im not sure how to explain this very well but yeah, as someone who is autistic themselves, i feel dendy is a great autistic girl!!" End ID.]

[mc-zb823]

List of Hermits (HC S9)

Are you a member of ESMP on the Hermitcraft server? Do you want to know whose builds are whose? Do you have a specific hermit whose megabase you want to check out? Then have I got a list for you!

I won't lie, a lot of this I pulled from the Hermitcraft Wiki. Without further ado:

Hermit’s in-game name (nickname)

starter base

long-term project

other builds

[if not active, status in brackets]

BdoubleO100

Diorite monolith

Plans on making minigame-like structures throughout the server for hermits to stumble upon

head shop in the shopping district

Moss O Menos in the shopping district

the Crastle (castle on an icy mountain)

Cubfan135 (Cub)

Ren’s starter basement, Scar’s starter basement

Total Chaos

has farms spread around the server

Cub’s Greens (sells leaves and stuff)

Docm77 (Doc)

Eco friendly modern build

The Perimeter

Ethoslab (Etho)

bdubs’s basement

somewhere in the jungle?

Battle Bane

Falsesymmetry (False)

Eagle in spawn village

Castle in an ice spike biome

Geminitay (Gem)

treehouse

High-elven styled area (on top of the Impire (Impulse’s area))

Grian

Witch Hut

Dwayne (floating rocks)

the Entity (rock thing with legs in the shopping district)

Hypnotizd (Hypno)

cliffside house

Farms in a mountainside taiga

ImpulseSV (Impulse)

iEnchant

The Impire (dwarven keep across the river from Pearl’s area and under Gem’s area)

Iskall85 (Iskall)

mountainside moss covered house

cave base under a mountain

iJevin (Jevin)

Starter house inspired by Sausage

Custom-built mountain with buildings on top

JoeHillssays (Joe)

house based on the Elvira’s House of Horrors pinball machine

Scaled-up pinball machine (will be an elytra course)

Keralis1 (Keralis)

Modern cabin (mountainside)

base inspired by Mad Max, Fallout, Waterworld

Mumbojumbo (Mumbo)

Blackstone vault

Bigger Vault (across the bridge from Dwayne)

[currently on a hiatus of sorts]

Pearlescentmoon (Pearl)

alien themed house with an alien thing on top

alien themed landscape area (by Gem and Impulse)

Renthedog (Ren)

small dog kennel next to Giga Pies

TBD

Previously: Crastle

GoodTimeWithScar (Scar)

Elven Tree

Scarland (Disneyland but Minecraft)

hotguy gift shop

Stressmonster101 (Stress)

wooden teapot and teacups

TBD

Tango

haunted mansion on a small lake

Decked Out 2.0

Nether Hub

TinFoilChef (TFC)

“ugly as sin” starter house by spawn

Scar built a custom tree also close to spawn that has a pickaxe leaning on it in honor of TFC

[passed away on August 13th, 2022]

VintageBeef (Beef)

Small modern house

Three maps worth of ocean for HC: TCG purposes

HC: TCG shop

wool shop

Welsknight (Wels)

“castle-like structure” (has a tall roof)

TBD

xBcrafted (xb)

Giant octopus on lake by spawn

Area inhabited by giant-sized people transformed into a place for player-sized people to live

Xisuma

sandstone mansion

The Skull (and rib cage below it)

ZedaphPlays

small boulder

Hole of Fame (in the ground)

ZombieCleo (Cleo)

set of ruins with a giant snake in front

lost city of Atlantis above the ocean

Let me know if I missed anything! I'll probably reblog this with some links and images to maps people have made of the HC S9 server as well.

[thesomewhatliterateaxolotl]

Hi!! Question, since you do a lot of IDs (image descriptions) do you have any resources or tips for someone who wants to start writing them as well? What to pay special attention to, what is irrelevant, checklists etc?

Hi Anon!! This made me so happy to see. I'm glad you're interested in writing ID's!!

It's definitely not as overwhelming as it may seem. I will say I'm still learning myself, but here's my process. I boiled down my steps into a basic checklist to get you started:

Describe the category of image (digital/traditional art, photo, social media screenshot, etc.), unless it's already stated in the post.

Next, the summary. Pretend you're explaining the image to a friend (since that's pretty much the goal). You'll find yourself naturally starting out with the broadest/most obvious things. If it's a drawing or a photo, for example, that'll be the main subject[s] and whatever they're doing: "[Character] holds a bouquet of roses." "A fluffy cat blinks at the camera." OneLook Reverse Dictionary is your friend if you can't find the word for an action or pose.

Then, once you have your super basic one-to-two sentences, you can start on the details. When I'm low on energy or time, I stick to describing the most punchy details of the image: "A heart-shaped frame surrounds the characters. The piece uses pinks and reds." I also found this site for identifying drawing styles. For art, pay attention to color (or lack thereof), presence/absence of line art, and shading. For photos, describe style, mood, and color if you think it's relevant. It might be for artistic photography, not so much for a news article or a meme.*

There are different ways to demarcate your ID. You've probably seen that I use brackets around the description ( [ ] ) and sometimes a slash ( / ) right before writing "end ID." I've heard these aren't required, but lots of people prefer the visual distinction.

Use plain text (normal-sized font, no fancy formatting). You'd think it'd go without saying, but I've seen far too many people write their ID's in tiny font. Bold text at the beginning and end is fine, but that's about it.

Some subjective language is fine for describing mood (melancholy, cheerful, etc.), but don't overdo it. Don't add jokes that aren't in the image itself.

*For fictional characters, I usually only describe their outfits and features if they deviate from canon. For real people, I use my judgement on whether describing these details is relevant: Without those details, would they miss out on something important?

As for what's irrelevant, people have different preferences. I've heard from some blind and low vision people that they prefer really straightforward descriptions, while others prefer the detailed ones because they give them an equal or equivalent experience to what a sighted person would have.

I try to strike a balance, writing shorter descriptions for memes/informational images and longer ones for art. Active voice can help simplify your ID, though this isn't a strict rule.

What I have almost universally heard, though, is this: Even the most basic ID is better than none. If all you can do is a quick one-sentence description, that's ok! You've still opened up a previously inaccessible image to a new audience.

Now for resources:

Image Desc. Guidelines - This helped me out a lot when I started out!

Writing Image Descriptions

Giant Google Doc for Describing Memes

Resource for Video Desc. (I'm still learning how to improve my VD's myself)

Lastly, I know not everyone likes joining discord servers to ask questions, but The People's Accessibility Server is a great resource. (I removed the link because I couldn't find a way to hide my discord # from the invite, and I don't want to just put it out there, but here's this invite via keplercryptid's blog.) You can ask for advice, for someone to review your ID's, or even for someone to write them for you. You can DM me as well if you're comfortable with that.

I hope this is a good starting point for you, anon!! Best of luck <3

[sunnyrosewritesstuff]

I have some other requests and projects that I ABSOLUTELY WILL GET TO! However, I did give myself the challenge of spinning the wheel once a week, and even though this should have been posted on Friday...😬 I’m hoping there’s no such thing as too late. 😅 So without further ado, I spun for myself:

Detective AU + Sharing a Bed

So this is a continuation from this ficlet for Fictober. Mafia!Thorin + Cop!Bilbo that is in fact on my WIP list. 👀 Only...I had a brain child last night about this AU and am about to change A BUNCH about it. SO NOBODY FALL IN LOVE WITH THIS FIC AS IS!! (Or if you do, please be open to change.😆)

Warning for sexual implications and language.

It took Thorin a little longer than he planned to get back up to his suite that evening. However, the mere image of his soaked little detective waiting for him was already starting to get him excited. He opened the door, immediately noticing the piles of empty plates scattered on his kitchenette’s countertops. He chuckled to himself while at the same time wondering just how long it’s been since Bilbo had last eaten.

Walking down the hall, he peeked into his bathroom to see that Bilbo had indeed taken a shower as there was a used towel dangling from the doorknob and soaked clothing hanging over the bathtub edge. Maybe he should send his personal maid up to throw Bilbo’s things in the dryer. Not wanting to breach their arrangement by doing something so…considerate, Thorin shook his head and continued on to where he was certain now a very naked detective waited for him in his bed.

He opened the door, only to be slightly disappointed by the sight. At least, he thought he was disappointed, but a small smile crept across his face. Bilbo was in one of his plush robes that he hardly ever used, curled up in a ball, fast asleep in the large king sized bed. In fact, he was on Thorin’s side of the bed. He was going to have to rectify that before…Thorin froze. Before he got in?! Before willingly subjecting himself to letting a cop stay the night in his bed with no sex? That wasn’t the deal. That wasn’t how this was supposed to be.

That’s when Bilbo made a noise, somewhere between a snort and a snuffle, before his body stretched like a cat’s, settling once more in sleep. It was the most ridiculous thing Thorin had ever witnessed, and it was his heart squeezing at the act that had him crossing the room and opening the door to his balcony. He leaned over the railing, cigarette already in hand as he tried to figure out just where exactly did it all go wrong?

He was down to the butt and was still no closer to an answer. He did know that he was closer to accepting an inevitable fact. He had come to care for the detective. The extent of that care would take him the rest of the carton though, and so he cut that train of thought off rather quickly. Balin was right…unfortunate, but usually the case. He had to break things off with Bilbo. Their lines of work were not sustainable for any committed crossover. 

When he made it back inside, he found Bilbo awake and watching him. His expression a bit miffed but still rather exhausted. Thorin smirked as he took his time slipping off his shoes and jacket before bracketing himself over the top of him.

“Well?” He teased.

Bilbo’s nose wrinkled in distaste. “You stink.”

“Jealous?”

“A bit, but not enough to not make you go brush your teeth first.”

Thorin rolled his eyes before sliding off him. “You and your rules.”

“My rules are perfectly respectable, thank you very much.” Was the snide huff in return.

Thorin was already backtracking to the bathroom, shedding his shirt and socks as he went. When he felt like the mint would at least overpower the smell of smoke, he returned…only for Bilbo to have fallen back asleep. Thorin deflated. Yeah, this was not happening tonight. He should probably wake Bilbo up and send him packing. 

His fingers ghosted through those ridiculous curls, tracing their way down to his jaw. Thorin leaned forward to plant a kiss there, when pain exploded below. He sank to his knees, clutching at his balls.

“FUCK!” 

“Thorin? Shit. I did warn you.” Bilbo grunted as he eased him up on the bed. 

“Yep. You did.” Thorin snarled sarcastically.

Bilbo scooted over, giving Thorin some space, his face stuck somewhere between apologetic and amused. The bastard. Thorin closed his eyes tightly as he leaned his head further back to bury itself in the pillow as he slowly counted backwards from one hundred.

“You want me to go get you some ice?”

“Just give me a minute.” Thorin groaned.

“I suppose there goes the evening.” Bilbo sighed.

Thorin peeked over at him at this. He may be in unspeakable pain, but Thorin was certainly not one to waste an opportunity. Very carefully, he rolled the both of them to the middle of the bed. 

“Thorin…” Bilbo warned.

“Kiss it and make it better?” Thorin asked cheekily.

Bilbo smirked. “You never miss the moment, do you?”

Thorin bent down, languidly kissing his way up Bilbo’s neck before finally landing on his soft, wet lips.

“How about a counter offer? Why don’t you stay the night here? You clearly need a good night’s rest. Your clothes will hopefully be dry by then. And we can have a very enjoyable breakfast together.”

Each statement was punctuated by another kiss, each deeper than the last. However, Bilbo now was pushing him away which meant Thorin was not going to like what he had to say. He closed his eyes, letting his forehead drop to lay on Bilbo’s chest.

“Thorin? You ridiculous man! Look at me.”

He slowly lifted his gaze, and he didn’t know how he felt about what he saw. The fear, the disapproval, but even worse, the longing.

“We knew what this was when we started it. No strings attached. Wasn’t that the deal?”

Thorin sighed. “I know.”

“And renegotiating the terms like this…we can’t. We talked about that too.”

“I know!” He snapped.

“So what’s changed?” Bilbo asked softly.

Thorin met his gaze. Frustration with frustration. Desperation with desperation. But most of all, hope with hope. 

“Bilbo.” He breathed like a caress and the man below responded with a shiver. “I think that…”

Thorin didn’t get much further than that. Glass exploded. A zip through the air. And a hole appeared in Thorin’s pillow, where moments before his head would have been. Sniper. Thorin didn’t even have to think about it. He rolled both him and Bilbo off the bed just as the next shot was made.

Spin the wheel for drabbles.

[motorcityarchive]

Hello, I’m not entirely new around here but this blog is!

As you may be able to tell from the name it’s a Titmouse/Disney Motorcity archive blog, meaning I will be rebloging everything* related to the show and organizing it in order to make certain posts easier to find. Please feel free to send me any old or un tagged posts to archive and please understand that this will be a slow and lengthy process, I am a full time student and as much as I love it organizing motorcity posts is not my only hobby :)

*This includes posts that I may not personally agree with or like

Below are the current Tags I have/will use for posts, it’s LONG:

Warning Tags:

- Potentially NSFW

This tag will house content that has suggestive themes and/or characters lacking appropriate** clothing (**appropriate for the scenario presented ex. burners in bathing suits hanging out at the beach will not be tagged, single burner in a bathing suit without any other context will be tagged. I am being overly conservative on purpose, I’m sorry, this MAY change in the future)

- NSFW

Sexually explicit material: Obvious pin ups of characters/Characters in sexual contexts

- TW Flashing

For videos that contain flashing

- Potentially Triggering

Suicide or self harm mentions as well as generally disturbing material, sorry it’s vague for now I’ll make it more specific if the need comes

- Death

- Implied Death

- Major Injury

- Age gap relationship

- Adult/minor relationships

I am likely as displeased as you that I have to make those a tag

General tags:

- Motorcity

- Headcannon

- Cannon

- Fan work

- Fanart

- Fan edit

- Fan fiction

- Contained Fan fiction

- Video edit

- Image edit

- Screenshot

- Video game recreation

- Digital art

- Traditional art

- comic

- Meme

- Music

- Playlist

- Ask

- Ask game

- Crossover

- Other fandoms

- Written work

- Theory

Gang/Territory tags:

- Burners

- Motorcitizen

- Deluxian

- The Amazons

- Mama’s boys

- Larpers

- The Duke’s men

- Terra dwellers

- The Skylarks

- Fan gang

- Electroblades

- Cablers

- Weekend Warriors

- The Dude Bros

- Outsiders

Character Tags:

- Mike Chilton

- Julie Kane

- Julie Kapulsky

- Chuck

- Texas

- Texas Yang

- Dutch Gordy

- Claire

- Tennie

- Roth

- Jacob

- Hudson

- Kaia

- Rall

- The Duke of Detroit

- Cyborg Dan

- Babs

- Thurman

- Thurman the Magnificent

- Ruby

- Ruby the Darkslayer

- Lord Vanquisher

- The Oracle

- Sam

- Philip

- Rayon

- Red

- Junior

- Foxy

- Lizzie

- Bracket

- Antonio

- Abraham Kane

- Kane

- Crater

- AJ

- Jenzen

- Tooley

- Capri Chilton

- Mike’s Mom

- Mike’s Dad

- Mr. Gordy

- Mrs. Gordy

- Darr Gordy

- Sue Ellen

- Utilitons

- Background Character

- Crossover Character

- [name of crossover character]

- [ship] fankid

- [character] fankid

- [name] oc

- Bots

Ship tags:

- ship

- Implied ship

- Multi ship

- Poly ship

- Cannon x oc

- [character]/[oc]

- MikeTex

- Mike/Texas

- Jukebox

- Julie/Mike

- Muck

- Mike/Chuck

- Dutch/Mike

- Dennie

- DutchTennie

- Dutch/Tennie

- DutchTex

- Dutch/Texas

- Dutch/Chuck

- Dutch/Julie

- Texie

- Texas/Julie

- Clulie

- Claire/Julie

- Chuck/Julie

- Chuxas

- Chexmix

- Texas/Chuck

- Cluck

- Claire/Chuck

- Poly burners

- Jacob/Hudson

- Claire/Foxy

- Flaire

- Red/Mike

- Rulie

- Red/Julie

- Rayon/The Duke

- Babs/The Duke

- Kane/The Duke

I will eventually add more but I either don’t know the ship or do not want to think about the tags of some of the ships I know are on here, I’ll deal with it when I get to it

Au Tags, This is a list that I assume will be ever growing but so far we have:

- Au

- Fantasy Au

- No burners Au

- Galaxies Beyond Au

- Wings au

- Meant au

- And many more to come

All aus will have Au at the end

Idk what to call these but they’re kinda like aus:

- trans!burners

- baby! Burners

- spider! Chuck

- motorcitizen! Chuck

Misc. Tags

Fashion, for outfits other than cannon ones

All posters will have their own tags as well to search by artist/creator

More Tags will be added as I see fit