#dynamic apps

[algoworks]

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[o-wild-west-wind]

While I’m still a bit bummed that they didn’t go with a more book-aligned POC Fiyero for the Wicked movie, I’ve been thinking (heheh) about how his being white highlights the really interesting foil relationship between him and Glinda (and, in many ways, the audience yourself).

At its core, Wicked is a cautionary tale about propaganda, (literal) scapegoating, and what it means to uphold the status quo. The audience is watching through Glinda’s eyes—it is through her, arguably the most beautifully tragic character of the show, that we learn how lonely life becomes when you forfeit your values in favor of systemic power and likability (“No One Mourns the Wicked” is, in many ways, about HER).

Now, this is where Fiyero’s whiteness can get interesting—if you consider him and Glinda to share roughly equal footing at the beginning in terms of privilege/how much they have to lose (applying our real-world lens of race and power here, where whiteness is the apex), his storyline essentially represents what could have happened if Glinda had made the brave (and arguably wise and loving, if you’re picking up what I’m putting down 👀) choice to go with Elphaba and fight the good fight (this is also why I feel like a queer reading of G&E’s relationship is almost implicit to the story, but I digress).

As the POC/marginalized allegory, Elphaba has much less of a real choice in her curtain-pulled-back turning point. But Fiyero and Glinda—both representing privilege—get to choose. So in Act II, we see the consequences of both the choice to stay (Glinda) and to go (Fiyero). In Fiyero’s case, his ultimate rejection of his own power, privilege, and even beauty leads to immense physical loss—including his own body—but that is then compared to the loss of love, community, and identity that we see Glinda left with by the end. And this brings us to the question that the audience is left grappling with: in an unjust system where loss is inevitable (a.k.a. our own world, as the Wizard himself represents), which of these things are YOU more willing to give up?

It’s important that Glinda is an empathetic character because, in reality, most people are going to be Glindas (obvi this is nuanced among us Elphabas of marginalized identities, but I’d still argue that there’s some level of Glinda in us all)—and it’s important to be rattled by the end of the show when you realize that she is the one who has the sad ending. But it’s also so important that Fiyero is empathetic (which I’m SO glad this movie leaned into)—because he’s ultimately who Glinda—and thus we, as the audience—should have been.

And especially given the state of US politics right now…this is just all more relevant than ever.

[bluemantics]

When he looks in the mirror, sometimes Keith searches for Shiro. He tilts his head, eyes tracing his nose, his hair, wondering if blinking hard enough will change things. It never does. 

Keith knows it’s stupid— Shiro isn’t actually his brother. It’s just difficult for him to watch that empty seat in the dining room, hard for him to hear the deafening gaps in conversation Shiro would fill. 

So he looks, and he tries. When Allura approaches him to strategize, his mind races to Shiro’s normal responses. If Pidge seems to work harder than normal, he lectures her, ignoring her muttered “isn’t that rich, from you.” Hunk cooks and Keith remarks on how delicious it tastes, thanks him for feeding the team. All of this leads to stares. 

Nothing is seamless anymore, not even waking up. He has to walk by Shiro’s room every day. One time, he stepped foot inside, and left immediately after. Shiro’s walls closed in and suffocated him, pressured him. It still feels wrong to be occupying any space where his echoes ring out. 

Black is no different. She reminds him that she knows, she knows he is not Shiro, tries to comfort him with soothing pulses. Yet all he can see when he looks through her eyes is someone who is smaller, angrier, and vulnerable. He can’t get comfortable in his seat. Keith never envisioned himself at the helm of anything, much less the team designed to save the whole universe. When he’s alone, and thinks of it too much, a gap between his ribs aches. 

This team might be destined to save the universe, but Keith Kogane was never destined to lead it. 

The worst times are when he forgets. He lets himself feel eased, laughs with the team like it’s natural, issues orders without deliberation or second guessing. In those instances, guilt weighs on him like a thundercloud. How could he have felt so familiar in someone else’s role? Keith quickly retreats, reminds himself of his place. Not the helm; he’s the stand-in. 

All this self-loathing would be so much easier if it weren’t for Lance, badgering him constantly. Day in and day out, his new “right hand” constantly pushes him. 

“Join us for dinner or I won’t participate in tomorrow’s training exercises.”

“Team movie night! Your turn to choose.”

“Are you sure that’s the right plan? I’ve been thinking—“

It’s fucking annoying when he’s thinking, but it’s all Lance seems to do. He offers up opinions constantly without being asked, shows up to meetings between Keith and Allura, knocks on his door after difficult missions. Keith can’t remember doing any of this when he was supposedly Shiro’s right hand. 

“Why are you always on my tail, Lance?” Keith demands after a particular comment. 

“Because you need it.”

Lance has a new confidence when he speaks, a bravado that doesn’t need flowery words. His voice is sure. 

Keith knows he’s right. Part of him secretly relishes Lance’s feedback, uses his presence as a crutch. Another part of him is ashamed to rely on anyone at all. Shiro stood tall as a lone watchdog over them and barely needed help from anyone, much less the mess that was Keith. It makes him doubt his older brother’s judgement in choosing him for Black. 

He’s exhausted from questioning himself, his brother, his teammates. At night, he tosses and turns, and every time he tries to train, Lance stops him—or worse—joins him. Keith has a looser grip on his sword and his words at night. Control slipping, he worries he will say the wrong thing as Lance takes him down with newfound skill that only time and practice bring. 

“Since when did you get good at this?” Keith heaves from the ground, chest rising and falling quickly. Lance stands over him, smiling widely with pride. 

“Since you needed a new sparring partner.”

Keith notices Lance doing this a lot lately, anticipating everyone’s needs. Suddenly, Lance wraps Pidge in blankets, tells Hunk not to worry about a broken gadget, and comforts the Alteans by listening to their stories. 

With a pang, Keith realizes something: Lance is a better leader. The whole team probably knows it by now. Effortlessly, Lance fills new shoes without so much as a complaint, while Keith flounders trying to shove his square-shaped self into a circular opening. 

When Shiro comes back, Keith doesn’t even register the differences between This Shiro and His Shiro. He grew up with nothing, so he isn’t one to look a gift horse in the mouth.

Instead, he did what he’d been itching to do since he first stepped in Black. 

Keith ran away.

When he’s alone in his quarters at the Blade, he looks in mirrors. He searches for traces of Lance and sees none. Hands cold and stiff, he covers the looking glass with a sheet, unwilling to stare back at an unworthy face.

[destiel-wings]

Dean Winchester & hug dynamic analysis

I was thinking about how whenever Dean hugs someone he's almost always the one hugging the other and how this links to his psychological trauma of always being the caretaker of people, making himself bigger to protect them.

Because that's how Dean sees himself, as a shield for others, and then I thought about how Cas actually is the shield, and he's HIS SHIELD, specifically, the only one who's really there to protect HIM, which is why it hits so much when we see this:

The way Cas wraps his arms around him, trying to protect him with his whole body--that he'd use as a shield and give up in a second if he could spare him from any pain and save him.

(for context: Dean was about to go use the soul bomb on Amara there, it was a suicide mission)

Bobby is another one that hits, he hugs him as the big hugger because he's his father, he loves him and he's actually here to protect him (and Dean LETS him -barely, but he lets him *and Cas* - in a way that he doesn't let Sam)

I watched a compilation of Sam & Dean hugs to check if i was right about it, but it's almost always Dean the big hugger with Sam, except when he's about to die or Sam sees him alive again after losing him.

Even then, Dean mostly tries to hug Sam as the big hugger anyway, with at least one arm, like a way to comfort him, making him feel protected, like his body language is saying "I'm here, I'm okay, I'm still strong, i can still protect you" (because their real father failed and Dean thinks it's his job).

He rarely lets himself be the little one hugged with Sam, unless he's barely conscious. Which is why it kills me so much more now that in this moment (s14, when Dean was going to lock himself in the Ma'lak box cause he was possessed by Michael) and Sam has a desperate breakdown and punches him (to stop him) he forcefully hugs him as the little hugger, the way Dean always kept him, like a way of saying "I still need you to protect me, please don't do this to yourself".

In the scene below he gives Sam his blessing to do a dangerous (possibly suicidal) mission, and one of his arms is down, but the other one tries to stay up--he's forcing himself to do it and he struggles because he still wants to protect him, but (as the seasons progress) he slowly becomes more prone to let go.

So in this view the hug dynamic becomes an indicator of how Dean sees Sam (and himself) and his protector role, how adult and self sufficient he considers Sam, and how much he lets people around him take care of him, lowering his walls and letting himself be hugged.

This is also why i think hugs from characters like Garth or Charlie are so special, because they're just like us: they see Dean and they just know that he needs to be hugged a lot, and that he's not used to it, so they just go for it-- and it's so normal and kind and spontaneous that Dean's just not used to it-- he doesn't know how to respond (especially with Garth, at the beginning, but as the seasons progress, he learns to, and he even initiates the hug eventually).

I love the hugs where they're 50/50 (one arm up, one arm down both), feels like they're equals, both taking care of each other. I feel like with Sam and Dean, this indicates a healthier dynamic, because Dean lets go a little of the role that was imposed to him and manages to see Sam as the strong individual that he is. But the same applies to 50/50 hugs with other characters, like with Cas, where I feel like it testifies how equals they feel in terms of being fighters, there's a show of respect of each other's strength that transpires by the gesture (which is even more astounding considering that Cas is literally a powerful angel).

And just to end on a destiel note, I'd like to note the possessiveness and protectiveness of Dean (rightfully so) whenever he finds Cas after he thought he had lost him, and how that translates into his body/hug language:

[magicicephoenix]

guess who impulsively made an animation!! :D

the sillies,,,

[octopiopa]

they were everything to me during my rewatch of s1

so much wasted potential . . .

[shadesoftheshield]

[sasukeless]

mmmmyeah

[etirabys]

thinking about getting sexiled on short notice in my freshman dorm (worst case: coming back from a shower to find door locked & hair tie around the doorknob) and how ludicrous that seems to me now. "a fundamentally unserious way for people to coordinate around sexual activity"

[corporalkiheart]

I just finished Long Live Evil and want the Emperor in a way that is frankly concerning. Sarah Rees Brennan knows her villain fuckers and what we want, because she is definitely one of us.

[crow-of-paradise]

SCREAMING SHALLAN AND KALADIN’S REAL INTRODUCTION!!!!!

😭 lmao the way they did not stop tearing into each other and both got under each other's skin, I fear I LOVE their dumb asses!!!

[o-sunny-day]

Second big project I have in mind!!!

This ones been in the ol noggin for…flips through papers at least a year.

ILOVETHEYMIGHTBEGIANTSILOVETHEYMIGHTBEGIANTSILOVETHEYMIGHTBEGIANTSILOVETHEYMIGHTBEGIANTS

I really enjoy Flowey and Papyrus’ relationship, and honestly don’t find any interpretation of it as extremely offensive cause IT IS REALLY WEIRD Some people are like Forgettable AU and others are like Flowey Is Not A Good Life Coach ITS QUITE A SPECTRUM- and those are my 2 favorite Undertale fan creations so YIPPEE!!! I do not support the creator of Flowey Is Not A Life Coach btw- i found out about their other fics like months after I finished it

I think this song does it justice in the VIBE and the constant “im your friend, but im not really your friend, well actually im your only friend” LIKE THATS SO THEM NO MATTER WHAT INTERPRETATION YOU FOLLOW

im definitely gonna TRY to make at least a whole storyboard/animatic (i have no problem showing the whole plan i had cause ITS DEFINITELY OUTDATED I MADE IT A YEAR AGOEDHHDSHB)

lastly, proof that I used to fucking love they might be giants (and still do) (and that i have been thinking about this with an undertale amv for a while)

[divorceblogger]

Interview with the Vampire 1x07 // Mad Men 6x08

[fruityumbrella]

bsky is fun ig but it truly is like walking into an irl party where you dont Really know anyone and everyone already has their own little circles, like maybe this is just the "little kid who never Quite fit in at school" in me but even though my mutuals on there are really nice i cant spend more than 10 mins on that app without feeling bad

[pinkyjulien]

▶ WIP Wednesday - Tagged by @therealnightcity ! (on an actual Wednesday woagg)

Thank you for the tag! 🧡🤗 Perfect Timing 👀

I collabed with Berdagon once again, this time commissioning him for a "Flat Chest" detector (really similar to how the Bulge detector works)

The incoming ArchiveXL/TweakXL update will allow the use of both the Bulge Detector and Flat Chest Detector to work with Dynamic Appearances / DAAXL!

I'll be updating my recent mods to DAAXL to support this (soon to be release) Flat Chest Detector script 🤠 I'll also write a tutorial soon-ish, like I did for the bulge script

My vision is ALMOST COMPLETE NOW ✨👄✨ I'm so happy that this was doable AND that it works so well too!!

Lot of friendos got tagged already - So if you see this post, consider yourselves tagged 😌 share what you've been up to! 👉

[wyn0rrific]

Vitus/Fulgrim Character Study Drabble

idk how to caption this but i wanted to write a lil piece that goes a little bit in depth about Vitus and Fulgrim.

for context this takes place a little bit after reflection crack'd but before angel exterminatus (its... a very weird spot i know)

putting it under a cut bc it's really odd but yea!

Perfectly imperfect.

It's the first phrase that comes to mind as Vitus watches Fulgrim from behind, silently taking in the primarch's presence.

It had been awhile since his return to the Pride of the Emperor after being sent to Chemos. It had also been a moment since he was tossed into battle without explanation, leaving him to watch the horrors and betrayal occur right before his eyes.

One betrayal in particular had struck a chord in his mind, his brain refused to let it go as he pondered it's existence. He had to get some sort of clarification.

But seeing a Lord Commander get decapitated just for asking a simple question made Vitus fear her curiosity.

Sucking in air, he braced himself for the worse, tapping his usual pattern on the door frame to signal Fulgrim of his presence.

Fulgrim, who had been sitting at his vanity knowing of Vitus' silent staring, tilted his head up to look at the apothecary through the mirror.

"Ah, Vitus, hello my dear." Fulgrim smiled, beckoning Vitus closer with his delicate but sharp finger.

Vitus approached cautiously, taking sight of the many different things strewn across the room. Smashed sculptures, torn paintings, clothing and ripped fabric. She made a mental note to offer to clean the primarch's space at a later time.

Vitus stood next to the sitting primarch, it had always humored her that even in this angle Fulgrim still towered over her. The primarch's head cocked towards the bedside behind him, motioning for Vitus to sit down.

"Have you come seeking my attention? My... knowledge perhaps? I would tell you anything you know, I have a lot of trust in you." Fulgrim hisses, his smile growing wider as he shifts in his chair to face Vitus.

Vitus grimaces at the statement before nervously signing, "I have a question to ask you."

Fulgrim's eyes scan Vitus' hands, taking a moment to register before verbally replying,

"Oh? And what is it, darling?"

Although Vitus' hearing is muffled, the primarch's words still snake their way into his skin, melting him down.

He shivers with hesitation before straightening his back.

"It's about Lord Ferrus and his current whereabouts."

Vitus can feel himself grow smaller as he watches Fulgrim's face contort. The primarch's smile fades a tad bit for a moment, but it quickly grows even wider as he slowly stands up.

"Vitus," He begins, his hand reaching for her, "What ever do you mean, my dear? I am... unsure of what you're talking about."

Vitus' eyes meet Fulgrim's as he scans his face, staring dumbfoundedly for a moment before being hit by a wave of realization.

Fulgrim knew exactly what he was referring to.

Vitus bites his lip, his eyes darting to the floor as he struggles to answer,

"On Istvaan, I saw you. You had him in your arms, he was dead. Did-"

She pauses nervously, the room growing immensely larger as she feels Fulgrim looming over him.

A hand slips over Vitus', it was ice cold in comparison to his, Fulgrim tightens his grip before leaning into Vitus' ear,

"Finish. Your sentence."

Vitus gulps loudly, his hands shake underneath his grasp. He slowly pulls them out to obey his primarch's wishes.

"Did you kill lord Ferrus?"

Vitus looks up at Fulgrim, the primarch's eyes glued to her hands, she waited in fear as his face contorted once more.

And then he smiled.

Fulgrim hummed softly, his hand grasping Vitus' chin as he tilted his head up gently.

"I didn't think putting you back onto the front lines would set you back this far."

Vitus' eyebrows furrow, staring at him with a look of worried confusion, but before he could even think of a response Fulgrim chuckles softly and speaks again.

"You've become so... docile without me. I should've never sent you away like that. You need me to stay strong it seems. Your mind has become so lost without me it has begun to play tricks on you!"

"Did I kill Ferrus?" Fulgrim repeats the question mockingly as his grip on Vitus tightens, "Oh my sweet boy, I love you so dearly but, you are very foolish sometimes."

Vitus stood perfectly still, he could feel his face growing hotter by the second as Fulgrim's face was merely centimeters away from his own. He couldn't help but gaze in awe at how beautiful the primarch looked, even in this close distance.

It had been awhile since they were this close. With Vitus being gone and Fulgrim attending to the duties of a primarch they grew apart slowly.

A pit grew in Vitus' stomach, even though she knew how much Fulgrim was degrading her in that moment, she was oddly enjoying every minute of it.

And he hated himself slightly for that.

With the amount of restriction Fulgrim had on Vitus, he was left to attempt to verbally answer the primarch.

"I-I... I'm... S-Sorry." Vitus croaks, hoping that he was able to understand his broken speech.

Fulgrim hummed in approval, leaning to kiss Vitus' forehead before stroking his cheek softly.

"Oh you don't need to apologize my dear, though it is very sweet of you to use your words for once." Fulgrim cooed, "You just need to... stop listening to your silly conscience. Just leave all of your thoughts to me. Only I know what's right for you, do you understand?"

Vitus looks at Fulgrim's eyes, now half open and filled with an indescribable emotion, nodding slowly as he leaned into the primarch's palm.

"Good boy, you're always so obedient for me. I adore that about you." The primarch whispers as he peppers her face with kisses.

Vitus tensed at the gesture, unable to collect his own thoughts or even move. Intimacy wasn't a new feeling for him, especially when it involved Fulgrim. And he surely never understood the comments about how gaining his attention was like conquering the world since he has known Fulgrim for many years and has seen sides of the primarch that even the Brotherhood has yet to even hear about.

But yet, here he was, his hearts rapidly beating as Fulgrim touched and spoke to him in the same way he's always done. It felt different this time, it was almost... hypnotic. Like a serpent attracting its prey before going in for the kill.

Vitus was so worried about becoming snake food that he hadn't noticed his robe was messed with until he felt the cool sensation of Fulgrim's hand meeting with his bare chest. Her eyes dart to his hand and then back to his eyes. Fulgrim was eerily quiet, an expression of satisfaction painted his face as he started darkly at Vitus' exposed chest.

"You look so... clean. I think I prefer this on you, though a few... internal adjustments would make you even more perfect," He prods Vitus' chest with his sharpened nail, dragging it upwards until he reaches her forehead and taps it lightly, "I'll make a note to mention this to Fabius at a later time."

They were both still for what seemed like forever until Fulgrim moved his finger away, tapping Vitus' cheek lightly before sitting back down at his vanity.

"I believe Fabius needed you to help with his studies, I've held you long enough I think. Besides, I can always have you whenever I want, right?" Fulgrim glares at Vitus, like a predator eyeing his next meal, as she gives her typical slow and submissive nod of approval.

"Good," Fulgrim hums in satisfaction, "Leave me be for now. I wouldn't want you being reprimanded for my own doing."

Vitus slowly stands, bowing in acknowledgement before heading towards the door.

"Oh and Vitus? One more thing my darling,"

Vitus freezes as the rest of Fulgrim's words don't register in his mind. He attempts to adjust his hearing unit before static floods his mind followed by a low, almost possessive voice,

"I own you. You will never leave my sight."

Vitus quickly turns, his mouth opening slightly as he stares in worried shock.

Fulgrim was still sat perfectly at his vanity, a smile painted his face as he preened himself.

He had never said a single word to Vitus.