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[booplesgear]

So apparently my YouTube algorithm thinks I'm dumb as rocks because it recommended me this guy's livestream vod that tries to dunk on OSP's opinions on Kaijus. Ignoring the fact that the guy in question that made this thumbnail doesn't know how to spell illiterate and therefore, made himself out to be pretty damn illiterate, I got curious and took the quickest of peaks to the video and YouTube channel:

So yeah, based on the clear fascist dog whistle that is marked on basically everything in here, safe to say that not only is Marshal illiterate, buy also likely pretty damn racist. You really can't make this shit up on the Internet, even if you tried.

[basu-shokikita]

Metalocalypse Songs: Partying Around the World

[petribread]

My dog if she was THE smile dog!!!!

Images used

[happylandfill23]

i actually think the ability to release music would fix me maybe possibly

[mrnuttcannotdoanart]

Many years ago (2014), I made a crappy back up video with an even crappier thumbnail where I answered a bunch of those stupid online character quizzes. Well earlier this year I decided to make a slightly less crappy version. Enjoy the lack of consistent depth and bad lighting and so on. You can almost not tell I drew everything in MS Paint and then slapped it all together in some other program that supports layers like usual.

[theschalowest]

Classmates giving a status report:

They're probably having an ok time, everything is under control for the most part.

Me, an adrenaline addict with grandiose dreams for my project, having something like two shots done and trying to get everything under control in two weeks:

[alt-rnativv]

Crappy thumbnail my bad 😢 (I got LAZY!!!)

[e-dubbc11]

A Few Quiet Minutes

Photos are not mine. They are courtesy of Pinterest/Google

Pairing: Dean Winchester x F! Hunter Reader

Warnings: None, really. Fluff and smooches mostly

Word Count: 1.2K-ish

Summary: After a long hunt, you and Dean are on your way back to the bunker. He’s driving and you’re trying to stay awake in the back seat.

A/N: Feel like I’ve been writing a lot for Dean lately(in my Winchester era, if you will🤣) The ideas have just been coming for him more so than anyone else lately. I like the way this one turned out, I hope you do too 💙 Also, Happy Birthday Dean Winchester! 🥳🥳🥳

As always, thank you for reading!  I appreciate it so much and comments, reblogs are welcome and encouraged. Don’t be shy to tell me your favorite part. 💕💕 💕

“You awake back there?” Dean called out as he was driving.

His deep gravelly voice bounced off the interior of the Impala as your eyes briefly met his in the rear view mirror then went back to looking out the window.

“Huh? Yeah, I’m awake. I don’t know for how much longer though.” You replied, staring at the raindrops that had landed against the glass, before the sky had cleared and gave way to a thumbnail moon.

“Diggin’ up graves is tougher than it looks, huh sweetheart.” Said Dean.

You yawned and on your exhale, you fogged up the back window.

“A little.” You stated with a slight smile.

The slight lines around his eyes crinkled as he quickly glanced at you again in the mirror. You knew he was smiling at you.

After being on the road for days, the long and grueling hunt was finally over and you were nothing short of exhausted. The rumble of the engine sang a thrilling melody as you heard the tires turning against the wet pavement.

Baby’s resonant purr hummed against your backside as your eyelids started to feel very heavy and the dim glow of the lights along the empty road shined into the car windows.

You were supposed to be helping Dean stay awake but you kept sinking lower and lower into the back seat.

“Wake up, baby. You’re supposed to be helping ME stay awake.” Said Dean.

Curling your legs up onto the bench seat, you grumbled and replied, “Come onnnnnn, Dean! I’m tired!”

“Do I have to stop and put the windows down, y/n?” He threatened.

Dean chuckled a little. He knew how tired you were, how tired you both were. Staying in crappy motel rooms for the past few days, where the mattresses were hard as rocks and the pillows were flat as pancakes, it’s a wonder you got any sleep at all.

But being together made it easier. As long as you were with him, it didn’t matter that the mattress was uncomfortable or that the pillow was so flat, it was basically a part of the mattress. Dean was your comfort, not the bed. His chest was your pillow and his body was your blanket.

You loved him and he loved you in return.

Listening to the muted growling of the Impala, it didn’t take long before you were fast asleep in the backseat. Stretched out across the seat, the vibrations calmed you and let you fall into a deeper slumber.

With a loud squeak, you thought you heard the driver’s side door close. Dean was probably just putting gas in the car and getting a snack but as you started to drift off again, the back door opened and he lightly tugged on your pant leg.

“You got room for one more back here, sweetheart?” He asked, softly.

As your eyes fluttered open, you could make out the wide smile across his lips and feel his hand resting on your leg. As your eyes tried to focus on his handsome face, he climbed in, closed and locked the door behind him, and crawled up your body until his face was directly in front of yours.

Surprised and still trying to wake up, his name fell from your lips, “Dean? Are we back already?” You asked.

“Ah not yet, baby. I’m a little tired, could use a bit of a nap. And one of these…” Said Dean, as he leaned forward and gently pressed his lips to yours.

His lips tasted like salt and even though you both were filthy from digging up bones in the cemetary, his shirt still smelled like clean laundry. As you parted your lips, Dean’s tongue slipped into your mouth to tangle with yours and he firmly pressed his hips against your core.

Aside from sleeping next to each other, you and Dean hadn’t been this close in a few days. It felt so good to run your fingers through his soft brown hair and tightly cling to him as if to silently tell him how much you’ve missed him.

Dean kissed you hard and deep as his calloused hands mapped your body and his fingers grazed the soft skin of your stomach. Your body molded perfectly to his while you could hear your heart beating loudly in your ears.

You gasped loudly into his ear as his lips kissed the spot where your neck meets your shoulder and a wide smile stretched across your lips.

He missed you too.

“Well…that was more than one kiss, baby.” You whispered as you gently raked your nails against his scalp.

“Can I still take a nap with you? Please?” Asked Dean, with a sly smile.

He had pulled over on a very secluded strip of road. You hadn’t heard a single car drive past you since he parked the Impala. You struggled to find the slightest of sounds, the whispers against each other’s ears was the only noise for miles in every direction which, if you were alone, would have made you feel very uneasy.

But in his arms you were safe and he would never let anything happen to you.

“You weren’t really tired at all, were you?” You asked with a narrowed expression and in a slightly accusatory tone.

The blanket of navy blue cradled the crescent silver claw of a moon along with the stars that looked like little pin pricks of white against the late night sky. It was just bright enough to make out the sprinkle of freckles across his nose and the laugh lines around his pale green eyes.

Dean pressed his lips together, closed his eyes and shook his head.

“Not really. Well…maybe just a little. Sweetheart, I just feel like I haven’t touched you in a month.” He exaggerated, sweeping his knuckles across your cheek. “That was a long hunt, between the late night research, and talking to witnesses. It’s just been a long few days.”

His eyes were tired. Even in the low glow of the moonlight, you could see he needed rest.

“Switch places with me.” You said as your body was still pinned underneath him. “You can be my pillow.”

Dean rolled until the bench seat was underneath his back and your body was draped over his, listening to his heart beat steadily inside his chest. The Impala windows were cracked open slightly to allow the chilled air inside as the scent of pine trees and damp earth floated past your nose.

“That better?” Asked Dean, draping his arm around you and slightly propping his head up with his other hand.

You hummed softly against his chest.

“Hmmmm…it’ll do until we get home. I miss our bed.” You said in barely more than a whisper.

He kissed the top of your head and replied, “Me too, baby. When we get back, you can take a shower first.”

Nervously touching the buttons on his shirt, you picked your head up and with a warm smile, said, “How about you join me, handsome?”

One corner of Dean’s mouth turned up into a sly smile, he gently pressed his lips to your forehead, and said, “Sounds like a plan to me, baby.”

After days of hunting, barely sleeping, and putting the case before anything else, you were finally able to decompress and relax with the man you loved…even if it was just for a few quiet minutes in the back of the Impala.

It was the best nap you’ve ever had.

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[bumblekastclips]

KYLE CROUSE: Alright, we got one last question. It’s from JediPony. [chuckles] Love that name, I don’t know why. It makes me laugh. [reading question] “How would you write an 06 adaptation in Sonic X?” Here’s the question, would you write the 06 adaptation in Sonic X the show, or Sonic X the comic?

IAN FLYNN: [laughs] KYLE: It’s very— two very different things. IAN:Very different things. I don’t know, if we’re gonna be true to the source material, then Elise doesn’t really have a role, and Chris is the one who has the Flames of Disaster sealed inside him. KYLE: [laughing] Oh no! Oh! IAN: “Chris, whatever you do, you can’t cry!” [as Chris, weepily] “But why?!” [Iblis roar] KYLE: It’s all he does! [laughs] No! IAN: Oh, man, now I’m imagining Mephiles with, like, that really bad early 2000s CG effect. All these awful filters flyin’ around. KYLE: Oh, God, no! [laughing] This would be awful. IAN: You’d have, like, the budget episodes where Soleanna and New City are just, like, these flat, grey urban textures that have like, no depth, but then you get to the final episode where they’re doing the Super fight against Solaris, and the animation bump goes through the roof, and it’s glorious. And you forgive the last 26 episodes of your life that you’ve wasted watching it so far. KYLE: Mhm. IAN: [choking the words out through high pitched, wheezing laughter] This means Chris is the one that kisses Sonic back to life! [fit of maniacal laughter] KYLE: [frantic, horrified laughter] No! No! No! No! Ian, no! Ian! No! IAN: [prolonged cackling laughter] KYLE: The worst timeline! Oh, no! IAN: Oh, and Eggman has to be as close as they can get him to photorealistic Eggman in the Sonic X style. KYLE: No! IAN: Which does not work at all! KYLE: No, no, no! No! This is not going on the thumbnail! No! IAN: [wheezing laugh] KYLE: No, do not put this on the thumbnail! [laughing] IAN: Oh, my goodness, just imagine the art errors for Silver’s head alone… KYLE: Oh… no… oh, no… at least Dan Green could still be the voice of Mephiles. IAN: Oh, yeah, that’d be fantastic. [microphone glitches] That’s the only reason to do this. KYLE: That would be— yeah. Oh… IAN: Oh, would they try to hand-animate Omega? Or would he be like, early 2000s CG? KYLE: Just crappy CG, no! IAN: That you just composite into each shot… oh, man, it’d be awful! KYLE: [pained sound not unlike he is receiving a fully conscious appendectomy] Oh! IAN: Wait! [microphone glitches again] They did the weird thing with Sonic and Shadow’s spines when they would turn their heads. What would Silver look like?! KYLE: [resigned groan] IAN: Would it just be like, one giant spine, depending on the angle? [bursts into laughter] KYLE: [groans as if he is dying] Ian… what are you doing… why are you— IAN: [microphone glitches again as if resisting] The Iblis monsters would have the terrible CG effects, too! KYLE: Why am— why am I the reasonable one!

IAN: [laughs] KYLE: Why am I the one who’s being… [gives up on finishing this sentence] IAN: Forget the comic, the comic can’t hold a candle to this idea! KYLE: Oh, no… IAN: [in awe] What a glorious trainwreck! KYLE: What’s even funnier is that your mic is trying to stop you. IAN: [cackles] KYLE: It’s not working. [laughs] So cursed! IAN: The whole thing would be so awful… KYLE: Yeah? IAN: But then there would be, like, this incredibly well-written and poignant subplot about Elise dealing with her emotional trauma, and how Soleanna as a country even works. And it’s like, maybe an episode, maybe two that really gets into it and fleshes out this world in a meaningful and robust manner. KYLE: [chuckles] Yeah. IAN: And that’s it. That’s like— that and Dan Green are the only redeeming things out of this season. KYLE: [sigh, reading chat] Ian, in the chat… IAN: Yeah. KYLE: In the Bumblekast Discord server, open it up. There’s a little piece of art there. Someone has, uh, sketched Silver. [chuckles] IAN: [seeing it, delighted, evil] Yes! KYLE: [laughing] IAN: Cursed Toucan Sam! KYLE: [cackles] Oh no! Why do you…? No! Awful! Toucan— IAN: [as Silver] “Just follow my nose, wherever it goes!” KYLE: [horrified, amused] Toucan Silver! No! [emits the world’s most drawn-out, pained cry of defeat] IAN: Psycho-beak-nesis! KYLE: [laughing] Bumblekast was a mistake! IAN: [laughs] It was, but at least we’re over with it for today. KYLE: [laughing] Oh… I guess so.[outro music fades in]

EPISODE THUMBNAIL by the incredible @nintendoni-art

—— TRANSCRIBER’S NOTE: Please remember that nothing that is said on BumbleKast is canon! It’s just some guys and their opinions occasionally spitballing ideas. If you don’t like an answer, you don’t have to take it as Word of God or anything like that. It’s all just for fun!

[marquezism]

re rosquez tattoo situation...

somewhere in there is an au where they got half drunk together and found an edding somewhere and drew random shit onto each other and then blacked out and. they wake up in each others rooms, separate from esch other, and valentino doesnt have time to wash his skin before the press (?) and just throws on sth long sleeved and then at the press con he spots marc who actually. wears a shirt and there is a glimpse of some of the edding marks on his skin and valentino wiggles his brows at marc and marc laughs his beautiful ugly endearing cackle...

and then later vale showers and is almost a bit. sad (????) to see those marks go. why is he sad. well and then. he scrubs and scrubs and god what kind of edding did they use and why does his skin feel so sensitive - has been sensitive all day now that he thinks about it - and god, god, why wont it come OFF- he feels a headache coming on, one of those nasty ones in ur temples and behind your eyes... and then he faintly remembers. a tattoo parlour. a needle on his skin. and he almost fucking faints in the shower. and the worst thing. marc didnt say anything about any tattoos earlier. he said EDDING. maybe its just vale who has those lines edged into his skin permanently... now that he thinks about it marc is not the kind of guy to get tattoos. that means. that means- valentino vomits into the fucking shower.

and then. because its actually 2015. a few weeks later their fallout happens. and it takes 10+ years of agony where vale doesnt know whether or not marcs marks are tattooed too. where he just assumes they arent because why would marc and. doesnt ask like the coward he is because hes too afraid of the answer. until ducati posts a video of marc and pecco half undressed and marcs shorts VERY low on his hips (that SLUT) and vale spots the tip of the very crappy smiley sun he drew a bit above marcs dick. slightly lower than his own turtle tattoo. and well.

about this post

i mean first of you gotta tell me what vale decided to keep - i assume this was like, them each keeping one, or daring each other to keep one, and marc keeping the smiley sun (ugh!!!) and vale keeping...? and where, too. does marc remember they both got them? does he think vale had his removed with a laser (did vale get his removed? and if not why not?)

you know in a way it would be funny if vale did get his removed, in some fit of disdain, not wanting to be claimed anymore. wanting to be free of it. of marc. but he still feels the spot ache like ever and he still thinks of marc nonstop and years, years later, now, 2025 out, he is made to watch that video - the kids share it in the academy group chat and he only has to see the thumbnail of marc half naked to press play - and since he's so focused he notices it. rewinds. its still there. it cannot be, of course. its impossible. marc never got tattooed. so what is that dark spot looking like a line cut off by the waistband of his shorts?

valentino rossi would have made a great detective. his investigative work is impeccable. he creates a burner and spends hours scrolling instagram staring at pictures of marc for the first time in ages, trying to find one where that spot is visible but nada. nothing. for a SLUT, marc wears very little low-rise. a couple pics, vale leaves comments on, bc he cannot help himself. fire emojis. heart eye emojis. once, he comments GAAAASSSSS and want to puke right after. he scrolls gemmas insta. it doesnt help. he feels sick to the fucking stomach again. his misery is acute. no sign of the tattoo. he even goes so far as to GOOGLE it. "marc marquez tattoo". nothing, not even a reddit post. vale feels like he is being gaslighted. he rewatches the video with pecco again. but there is it, clear as day - to him - the streak.

oh, what do... there's only one way left. he needs to make marc show him (he dismisses the idea of asking people who have seen marc naked immediately. "dovi might know," he thinks, and feels like deleting dovi's number from his phone the same moment. they didnt fuck. he knows this. he knows). but he cannot talk to marc. they dont talk. they could talk. he’s almost sure that were he to call marcs number that he doesn’t have right now, were he to say “ciao” and “it’s vale”, marc would not hang up. marc would say nothing, just wait. the silence would stretch and marc would eventually say “took you long enough.” and vale would have to close his eyes and breathe. but he cannot call marc. what would be the point? he wants to see it in person, to confirm.

so he waits, until the next gp he attends, decides to corner marc, on thursday, when he least expects it, least expects vale being around, even. a good plan, right? surprise attack. what could go wrong?

everything does. everything goes fucking wrong, because when vale finds himself in the exact right moment, few people around, marc by himself, he could walk through the door separating them, go up to him, murmur "can we talk?" and drag marc off, not resisting in his surprise - he doesn't. he chickens the fuck out. instead uccio appears, out of nowhere like is his way, says "what caught your attention? that new interviewer? great legs-" comes up to look through the window on the door vale's been leaning against and stops. exhales, heavy. it's clear marc is still right there by the way uccio closes his eyes for a second. "yeah," vale says, focusing on his phone now. "yeah, her." he knows uccio is staring at him, knows the look to his gaze. they don't see each other that often these days, but vale can still read uccio's thoughts when they are so loud. right now, uccio is thinking "of course this would fucking happen. of fucking course." vale thinks that's kind of unfair. nothing is happening. he just wants marc to show him his crotch. is that SO weird?

that gp, marc notices nothing. the next vale attends, he does. and so does alex. "why's he staring at you all the time?" no name needed. "i don't know," marc says. alex looks concerned. marc tries to look unbothered. his insides feel like someone is using them as a piñata. by saturday, he's had enough. when vale stares, he stares back. right back, and even though he cannot see vale's eyes behind his sunglasses, he feels like vale feels caught. jesus, marc thinks. jesus. is this it, then? is this-

vale avoids any place marc could be saturday night. stays away from him sunday morning. as is marc's way, he wins the race, champagne flows, things are happy and busy and strained, because you dont get to do much celebrating, because the teams need to pack up quickly, another gp in a week. vale keeps thinking he should ask someone to get marc a message. pecco, even. he can ask pecco. he doesnt want to. he doesn’t ask. the minutes tick by and vale keep being a coward.

and then things happen in the most stupid way, of course. vale inside some bathroom post race, running water over his face, feeling bothered and itchy, like his skin is sitting wrong against his flesh. marc pushing the door open with his hip, jajaja-ing at someone outside it, waving them off. championship leader, by one million points. when he turns and sees valentino, the smile freezes on his face and he suddenly looks like he regrets having to pee. and then it's like he remembers, actually, how bad he needs to, stalks past vale as the door falls shut, still in his leathers, smelling sticky and sour of champagne, and of marc. vale remembers what it smells like, when marc wins a race. he's witnessed enough to never forget.

marc’s turned away from vale, to the urinal, when he shoves his hand down his open leathers. and then he turns to vale, catching him staring - vale's eyes traveling up too late to pretend he wasn't. "you miss seeing me with my cock out or what's your fucking problem?" marc asks, venomous, pissed off, and before vale can answer, marc turns away again, relieves himself. vale should go. just leave. but he doesn't. he stands where he stood, avoids the mirrors, avoids marc, tries to figure out how to say "pull your pants down" and not sound like he wants to fuck, which, he realises hotly, he does. of course he does, but he also DOES.

when marc is finished he looks over and is almost incredulous to see vale is still- there. right there. "you cannot be serious," marc says, packing himself back up, and then, suddenly, he laughs. walks back past vale to the second sink, and laughs. glances over, and laughs. dries his hands and leans his hip against the sink and looks up into vale's face, a curl escaping the hole of his cap he wears backwards, sitting picture-perfect across his forehead. marc always looks, these days, like he's ready for a photoshoot. vale- does not.

"who got your tongue?" marc asks, giggles into it, his voice much different now, much, much different, and vale thinks he is taking this too far. marc will think this is them making up. he already thinks it. he shouldn't, but being so quick with it probably means he- vale's gaze catches, again, on the hem of marc's black undershirt, the waistband of his leggings he wears beneath the leathers. he just needs to see it, and then all of this will be done with, and they can go back to never speaking again.

he glances at the bathroom door - no lock - thinks, oh, fuck it, murmurs "stay." and drags one of the paper towel bins over, jamming it beneath the handle. valentino rossi can pay to shut down many a story, but being caught in a bathroom with marc marquez' dick in his hand might not be one of them. marc's got his arms folded, leaning back into the sinks, bemused expression to him, but his eyes- he-

so vale doesn't look into his eyes. instead, he stops before marc, wordless, lifts the shirt first - it stays glued to marc's fucking abs. his fucking. if vale trails his skin on the way down, it's accidental. his fingers hook into the two waistbands, pressed to marc's hot, smooth skin. marc is breathing, too quick, through his mouth, saying nothing. nothing at all. moving nowhere. told you so, vale thinks to his own self. told you he'd let me do this. do anything. he pulls, down, down; not a hair in the way. he stares at it, that sun he drew a decade ago. it's smaller than he remembers. in his memory, it's been half the size of marc's stomach, huge, with a bright smile. sun to my moon, vale remembers thinking, back then, drawing it in black marker, marc giggling when he blew on it to make it dry quicker. now, as he exposes marc to the base of his cock, presses his thumb to its face, the crinkles for eyes and its open-mouthed laugh, he thinks fuck.

"you still have it," he says, out loud, his voice sounding like crap, reedy, weird. "obviously," marc says back without pause or bite. "it brings me luck."

"does it?" vale asks, too quiet, still staring at it, running the same thumb along its lines, the rest of his fist resting curled against marc's groin. "i thought you're not superstitious."

"only about lucky charms," marc says, and then, across the pause, he puts three fingers to vale's unshaven chin, pushes until vale has to look him in the face instead. "what do you want, valentino?" he asks, way too calm, vale’s thumb pressing into the soft spot right next to his hip bone.

and it’s a good question, is it not? what DO you want, valentino? do you even know?

[tartrat]

More digital art practice (this time with Talia)

Kapyy gets a break lol

This is basically an attempt to make an avatar. I hated doing the camouflage so i just got rid of her jacket all together.

Also below is a crappy attempt at an alternative avatar. I originally wanted to try and base it off of the Midnights bodysuit but have it be sort of Speak now themed. Then i just gave up and made a weird rendition of her outfit from the final chorus of IKYWT, with a glitter brush that i had made in procreate. Eyes probably look a bit weird but just ignore that, this is really just a practice. I did not bother detailing the shoes.

Yes i reused the background from my last post

just really practice nothing much to it. I did actually do a few pages in my school art sketch book on Just Dance costume design, more on how songs are interpreted and made and oc based on the avatars. This reminded me of that.

My brother recently played through persona 4 golden, a game where they go into tvs, for the first time and the other day i realised that that’s what Talia does in the map for IKYWT. Basically Talia Sway is the Persona 4 Golden.

I headcanon that she has always been able to control tvs and project memories onto them. If she decided to channel those skills she’d probably be able to broadcast other’s memories as well as her own to a farther range. What says revenge on your ex by showing the country how shitty they are. The Wake me up coach deserves no peace.

They should do a remake of womaniser but it’s Talia, the One kiss coach and all the others that the WMU coach possibly cheated on hunting him down. Like Alex Newell’s performance of the song from glee. (Yes i think that the WMU coach has already cheated on the One kiss coach, that being if that’s who he cheated on Talia with)

Still trying to develop the headcanon that she and Kapyy are twins who were separated at birth. So far i have their mother as the giddy on up coach and that the dad would be from Cyberfunk but don’t know who he should be. I realised that the women in the family always have to deal with some bloke in Wasterra cheating on them so i think it would be funny if Talia tells Kapyy that if he wants to date a guy, to not date a guy in Wasterra, he takes her advice and quickly falls in love with a guy that he knows. I still imagine the two meeting shortly after IKYWT but i also imagine that their meeting also takes place at the same time as the events from Majesty, so these two weirdos in the junkyard are talking whilst everyone else is getting turned into Night Swan’s army. Can’t remember if i said that last part in my last post. I know that i want to include a few other coaches into this family drama but all i have is Si’ha Nova’s guard and Mothigan

Now how long is it before i draw Kapyy in the midnights bodysuit doing the vigilante shit performance? (I’ve already done a thumbnail sketch but need to adjust it a bit)

Also have this work in progress screen shot where Talia is missing half her face. The way i do hair is a bit weird though.

I’ll probably post the first drawing on twitter as i like it more than whatever i tried to do with the alternate version.

[crooked-wasteland]

I don’t know how I feel about the songs in HH, they’re catchy and the vocal performances are good, but the lyrics are really bad and don’t move the story forward, happy day in hell just starts out of nowhere and doesn’t tell us anything new about Charlie’s dream that she hasn’t said over and over in first 10 minutes. Charlie repeats herself so many times in the first episode it’s like she’s a broken record. We’re introduced to the world building and town in hell but the problem is the storybook already told us about hell. If they wanted to make Lilith a powerful presence there should’ve been missing posters or statues of Lilith if she’s was the one to rule hell and empower it with song or even news outlets about Lilith but there isn’t. Also none of these locations ever come up or is important to the story, Charlie forgets about cannibal town and she has to be reminded what it is. The princess of hell whose been living thousands of years doesn’t know about cannibal town?

I was rewatching South Park big and longer the song Mountain Town immediately gives us synopsis of the story and what’s gonna transpire, with the boys getting ready to watch a movie with the moms singing about how South Park is so great because it’s isolated and redneck from city life that their boys are “safe” and innocent while the boys sing how their parents don’t teach them anything and singing merrily how crappy South Park is and the highlight of their life is watching Terrance and Philip. Cartman gets punished and installed a chip that shocks him if he curses for singing Kyle’s mom is a bitch and as a result of the song the towns plans on installing chips in all the kids. you can be a fan of Broadway and musicals but they doesn’t make you an expert on songwriting or storytelling especially if all your doing is just making animatic mv thumbnail for the songs

The idea of how musicals work is one I realized I had to tackle in my essay(s) around the music, and needing to build the concept of how and why musicals have such a distinct formula was necessary for any of my points to land.

It's doubly hard when you are writing out these ideas rather than explaining with examples that people can hear or see right in front of them. Being a written medium, I can't suddenly cut away to a sound, or an example. Being a tumblr blog, I am limited in the amount of media I can use per post.

So I can only hope that my attempt at explaining why musicals are comprehensible to those who lack a robust understanding of musical theory or opera.

Have a sneek peek and do let me know if I failed to get the structure across.

[m0n0lithical]

Neck & face tattoos based on the archon mark a multitude of main characters from from FFXIV sport – now properly fixed, sorted, and with nicer thumbnails!

● TEEN - ELDER. Disallowed for Random (Hopefully, considering I used the batch fixer on it). Custom thumbnails. ● THREE DIFFERENT TATTOO LOCATIONS: Download options for the slot they use to be either upper chest, lower back (both basegame), or head (REQUIRES Businesses & Hobbies). ● ONLY A SINGLE COLOR FOR EACH (I tried to get them close to the canon colors, without making them too dark, so that slider adjustments wouldn’t fuck them up TOO badly). ● SWATCHES ARE LOCATION/SIZE VARIATIONS. There are two versions for the neck that are QUITE similar, but the size & tilt of them are different. The first neck version (Y’shtola for the thumbnail) works better on fem frames, and the second neck version (Thancred for the thumbnail) works better on masc frames, but both of them are enabled for all. ● ADDITIONAL VARIATIONS that none of the established canon characters use, such as only a single one on either side of the neck, as well as a left-side/both sides of Urianger’s face mark. For those who may have a FFXIV OC who has the mark, but want a different one than the scions use! ● BONUS TATTOO – STUDENTS OF BALDESION that you see on G’raha Tia’s left shoulder during the Crystal Tower storyline. It’s a ‘bonus’ because it’s only the canon version (only on upper left shoulder, single dark red swatch, and only enabled for masc frames because it distorts and would need manual adjustments for fem frames).

DOWNLOADS

[Basegame] Upper Chest: SFS || MF

[Basegame] Lower Back: SFS || MF

[Businesses & Hobbies] Head: SFS || MF

[Basegame] Baldesion Shoulder Tattoo Extra: SFS || MF

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My crappy-ass CC is always free, with no bullshit clickthrough links of any kind. You can edit it, include it in tray file downloads, do whatever the heck you want with it - but DO NOT ever put it behind a paywall. If you'd like to tag me if you use it, please feel free! I love to know my hyper-niche stuff finds use, it gives me the fuzzies.

[batsloop]

Finally, after a long long wait, episode three of Arkham: Strange Tales is here on both YouTube and Spotify (Now with crappy thumbnail art!!!). Hopefully with this installment out of the way and my long break taken, I can pump out more stuff much quicker than before. Anyway, hope it was worth the wait and you all can enjoy!

[hopeymchope]

The Internet is not kind to newcomers of any franchise when it comes to Spoilers

The aforementioned family member who is experiencing Danganronpa for the first time has become obsessed with the first one and has moved immediately onto DR2—which is exactly what I did back in 2016, actually. But they've quickly discovered that if they look up "Danganronpa" stuff ANYWHERE, like on Google or YouTube or anything? Among the first results are spoilers they haven't seen yet.

As a result, they know more than they should while going into DR2. They even know some stuff that happens in V3 already. I get that something like Google Images is basically impossible to police, but... YouTube thumbnails? Seriously, y'all???

Shown: Approximate level of NGAF displayed by the average person posting about DR

I suppose there's a lot of ways someone might feel about this. You might think "Well you shouldn't be looking up anything about it until you're finished with every part of it," but that's kind of a tall order that takes a long while to fulfill. And if this is your current hyperfixation AND you also have that information addictiont that so many of us Internet-glued people have developed... well, you're virtually asking the impossible.

For my part? This is a pretty Danganronpa-centric Tumblr most of the time, and despite that, even I have a goddamn spoiler policy. I am doing my best NOT to assume that everyone here has read/seen every part of the series from the jump. But people who are new to media franchises and falling in love with them for the first time... I guess they just have to accept that daring to wade into the fandom before they seen/played/experienced the entire franchise is a goddamn trap, because people can't be trusted to keep spoilers on lock.

I realize that's not necessarily a big problem if you're talking about something like Die Hard where the only real spoiler is usually HOW the hero is going to inevitably win. But this ain't a franchise where how you get to the usual "hope overcomes despair!" ending doesn't really matter; it's an entire series centered AROUND mysteries and plot twists and shocking reveals, for god's sake. And it's not so mainstream + old that everybody should be expected to know everything, either! This isn't the ending of King Kong or something.

........................................... Though personally, even in THAT instance, I'd prefer it if we all remember that new people are born every day and it's still kind of crappy to spoil even the most 'known' twists. Your 10-year-old cousin might not know the ending reveal in The Empire Strikes Back yet!

So... maybe we shouldn't be dicks about it?

[synthaphone]

god okay so. i was looking at this leaked style guide page while i was sculpting that chia, and most of these pages have a mixture of site assets and TCG illustrations, the latter of which are usually a lot more polished and professional looking. so for this one i was like 'okay, four of the chia's default poses, and a nicely rendered piece of TCG art, par for the course for species style sheets from this document'

Anyway an hour ago I finally realized Wait. The Chia didn't GET any basic TCG cards. The only Chias in the TCG are Florg, Hubrid Nox, and some fruit Chias in the background of the Mirage card, and the word 'Chia' is notably absent from any of the cards- most likely they were advised not to use them by name to avoid further legal trouble with ChiaPet.

so now i'm trying to find the original full color version of that center image on Dr Sloth Image Emporium, because my theory is that they drew that for a planned basic Chia TCG card that ultimately went unused. It's high quality, has multiple levels of cell shading, and elements with colored lineart- but its not unprecedented for images like this to be drawn for the website, just less common, especially in 2005. If i found it in the context of an image that's around the same dimensions that a TCG illustration would be though, that would be pretty compelling evidence...

i've confirmed its not a shopkeeper, onsite collectable card, desktop background, or Neopian Times thumbnail illustration.

a version of it DOES show up in a premium collectable card, but it feels like a traced and edited version, and also looks more like a later era asset. it also shows up in a caption contest image, but those are often assembled from existing stock art and the crappy leaf skirt its wearing is not drawn as well or in the same style as the base art- the hair having internal outlines is an interesting difference though

anyway i need to sleep and there's like one billion more caption contest images with chias in them to look through, so tomorrow i will continue my journey...