#faun rants

[puppetward]

RAMPUTIN AQUATO IS REAL AND HES COMING TOWARDS YOUR LOCATION RAPIDLY.

READMORE SO THE POST DOESNT GET TOO CROWDED IT’LL BUG ME IF IT DOES BUT I might have made his colours too much like fords but as long as his secondary colour is a nice yellow we’ll be okay. Also the long pink nose…. I now realise was because Ford has a long nose. I just added it because it looked cute 😢😢😢😢😢😢😢😢😢😢… maybe I won’t draw him with that next time. Enjoy ramputin :3

[faunabel]

rant/vent/whatever. uh. abt my shitty family. i'm pissed the fuck off. sorry. not watered down to be more gentle. i am a furnace of rage. prbly don't read. TW for a lot of things.

i am so so so fucking tired of my family. my mother and sister are exactly the fucking same always pushing people and then pushing the blame onto them. you're too defensive you're immature you need to grow up i can't talk to you

you say they make you feel bad and they say it's not their fault. yes, the fuck it is. i'm so fucking sorry you lack even the most basic sense of awareness to understand that conversations are a two way street and you making people feel like shit is not a choice YOU get to make. YOUR ass does not get to decide that actually you did nothing wrong because everyone always always always is too sensitive even though you both are the most sensitive fuckers on the PLANET who bitch and whine when YOUR feelings get hurt but god forbid you hurt someone else and put in the effort to communicate properly. you can't just run your mouth and decide how you're communicating is valid and the other person is in the wrong no matter what.

i had to do everything on my own and be horribly traumatized throughout my entire childhood and teen years, and even beyond then, because i was severely neglected and abused and had no choice. but no, all i get is "get over it" and "i was hurt too" and all that other bullshit. but nooo i'm just lazy. i'm "childish." ahaha. fucking hilarious from people who are so lacking in any sense of emotional depth.

i am alone. i have always been alone. you continue to make me alone by pushing how YOU view the world onto me and deciding i'm immature if i rightfully. fucking. get. angry. when you continue! not to listen! and twist the story to fit how you see it!

yet i'm expected to function like everyone else? when my home isn't even a safe fucking place to live? i can't work a full time job because my health is so bad? yet nobody will help me? insulting me and making me feel like shit is their idea of help? calling names when i don't react the way they want is their idea of help? acting like they're so fucking tough and mature when they have the emotional depth of a goddamn peanut is "mature?"

"you will understand when you grow up"

no. i have grown up. i learned so much on my own because i fucking had to. nobody was there for me through any of it. i had no choice but to process years worth of trauma alone. no choice but to feel the most body wrenching emotions that left me paralyzed on the floor from their intensity. no choice but to continue dealing with remnants of severe trauma on a daily fucking basis all while being hounded by everyone else that i'm just not trying hard enough and whatever fucking insult comes next. but i still chose to have compassion and be as kind as i can and if expecting better treatment and any sense of empathy instead of controlling bullshit behavior is "immature" then i'm immature as fuck and you can kindly go piss in your shoes <3 you are perpetuating a cycle of abuse and it's pathetic. you can grow up.

god. i'm so fucking tired of all this invisible trauma nobody sees and assumes i just don't want to put in the effort. i'm so tired of constantly being made to feel like i can't have fucking emotions. or wants. or needs. or boundaries. or anything. because people will just continue to push that i shouldn't exist unless i submit and agree with them. why the fuck is everything always my fault. take accountability for once that you're not a perfect little princess. you're a bitch, in fact. sorry you demonize everyone with emotions just because you're an absolute asshole with no willingness to accommodate. but again... god forbid someone hurt YOUR feelings. god forbid. then it's eeeeveryone's problem.

if you continually dismiss someone's feelings and make them out to be crazy, they're allowed to get upset and lash out at you. go fuck yourself. and if you call them immature like you're so high and mighty, go fuck yourself with a goddamn sword. hard. in the ass. with NO LUBE. thanks.

i do not know what gentleness or warmth feels like. it's always been me alone against everyone else. i'm so tired of this shit. i want to sleep. i see little point in trying to actually be kind when everyone else is so fucking cruel. i'd rather just die and be done with it.

i still struggle to trust my own perception on anything. i always think maybe it's my fault. maybe i am too sensitive. maybe if i was calmer and better and more well behaved, people wouldn't hurt me. maybe i deserve to be hurt. maybe it's always my fault for being sensitive.

but then i also feel like fuck you. you're all just sorry as hell. i am so fucking tired of having to compartmentalize shit just to function around people who i absolutely despise. no wonder i have DID.

god it just makes me angry. i was alone my entire fucking life and your idea of "wanting better for me" is insulting me. GOD. fuck off. just admit you have a power complex and shut the hell up. you didn't help me when i was a child so why the fuck do you think i'd want your "help" now?

it's hilarious because i'd love to work a full time job and move the fuck away from anyone even remotely related to me. but i literally cannot. the last time i worked a job, i had to quit three weeks in because suppressed sexual trauma resurfaced and i absolutely lost my mind. but yes... definitely just lazy. definitely just immature. not at all terrified of history repeating itself and spending another 6 months as a terrified shell, with literally no support whatsoever. not to mention that i was living in a hotel room with both of my parents during this. sleeping on the bathroom floor. constantly being screamed at with no privacy or comfort. to the point of where i, who usually does not have full DID blackouts, would have blackouts where i woke up not knowing wtf was going on. nope. not horribly traumatized at all. just "lazy." it has been 3 years and i'm still not recovered but yeah. ok.

[faunshark]

I'm actually starting to wonder if we play as Michael Afton in HW2 because like... There is so much Michael related content, including the nearly overused amount of Pizzarea Sim references

I'm gonna look through playthroughs to find more evidence

[orbeefz]

hear me out

So dionysus junkrat x faun lucio (think satyr lucio but more of a typical fantasy forest dwelling satyr)

Just a couple of wine drunk hedonists exploring each others bodies

Probably tenderly feeding each other grapes and faun lucio serenading with his panflute

(Context: junkrat for season two got a voiceline about how he would be dionysus. But they never gave him a skin!! And lucio already has a satyr skin, I'd just love a friendly forest thot version.)

[the-cabin-complex]

Shoutout to the people who are motivated by spite/anger/other “negative” emotions, whether that’s a consistent thing or a temporary thing

[the-sunroom-system]

the way this girl make a youtube short abt her alter egos and ppl in the comments were like “i’m so glad she’s not faking DID” when the video had literally NOTHING to do w/ DID and it just shows how they know nothing abt DID or systems bc sometimes a system literally is just alter egos w/ dissociative amnesia between them and the only difference between a singlet brain and system brain is that the separate parts (which singlets also have!) in the system brain experience a separate sense of self, while a singlet brain may or may not experience dissociative amnesia but lacks the separate sense of self and instead has a (relatively) cohesive sense of self.

[your-honor-im-zesty]

Your Pain is My Pain

"This is a bad idea, Annabeth."

Despite his words, Malcolm didn't try to stop Annabeth as she packed one last item- a bottle of water- into her backpack. She hitched the bag over her shoulder, debating whether or not to knock some sense into him. In fact, she was gearing herself up for a rant.

"Annabeth." Malcolm's voice was weak. "We shouldn't."

He looked exhausted- his face was a pasty pale color, dark shadows circling below his eyes. His blond curls were tangled and messy- not in the attractive way that girls seemed to faun over, but in a genuinely horrifyingly filthy manner. He looked as if he had been resurrected from Tartarus itself.

Annabeth changed her mind on the rant. She softened her voice. "You need to see her, Mal." The use of his old childhood nickname seemed to startle him; he stared at her for a moment, then sighed heavily.

"Okay."

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Annabeth wasn't entirely sure when Malcolm's mother had fallen ill, exactly. She knew it had taken less than a few months of vomiting and nosebleeds for her husband- Malcolm's stepfather- to wheel her off to the hospital. But beyond that, Malcolm hadn't told her much. He'd kept her illness....not secret, exactly, but he'd withheld most details, even from his closest friends. Even from the rest of the Athena cabin. Even from Annabeth herself.

She wasn't an expert on family; her childhood had deprived her of that experience. But Malcolm was the relative she loved most dearly, surpassing even the other Athena kids. They had grown up together at Camp Half-Blood. He was younger than her by 2 years, but he'd always felt the same age, if not older. She had learned to fight monsters and wield weapons alongside him, to swim in the lake and play Capture the Flag with him. Most of her formative years had been spent in his presence; most of her formative memories were with him. They were each other's closest confidants; she had told him things she had told not even Percy.

So it had hurt when he refused to talk about his mother. It had stung bitterly.

Was this a sign they were growing apart? Ever since the Titan War had finished, things had been...different, between them. Not bad, exactly, but she didn't like it. They had stopped Iris-Messaging each other, had stopped sparring together in the arena. They had stopped talking altogether.

She had meant to make amends- she had arrived at Camp Half-Blood for winter break that year, determined to rekindle their old relationship. But then Percy had gone missing, and Jason, Piper, and Leo had arrived at camp, and then a quest on Argo ll had been issued- the whole fiasco. She hadn't seen him again until August, when she arrived at camp to stop Gaea from awakening. Then she'd been preoccupied with Leo's death (or alleged death, anyway) and rebuilding from the damage the battle had inflicted and playing diplomat for the Romans. Too many things to do, to worry about.

Excuses. That was what she was making, and she knew it. But Annabeth refused to blame herself- after all, Malcolm could've come to talk to her, if he really needed to. She'd always made it clear she was available for anything, should he need it. And he knew it...didn't he?

"Annabeth." Malcolm's voice drew her back to the present. The taxi had stopped; the driver was looking over his shoulder expectantly. Both of them seemed to be waiting for Annabeth, who was obviously zoned out.

"Sorry," she said hastily. She reached into her pocket and pulled out a wad of cash, then handed it to the driver, ignoring Malcolm's protests ("Annabeth, you don't have to pay!"). "Is this enough?"

The driver grunted in affirmation. Annabeth pasted a smile on her face. "Thank you, have a nice day!"

She climbed out of the car with Malcolm, who seemed annoyed and a little embarassed. "I could've paid," he said crossly, as the car sped off into the line of traffic.

"I'm your big sister," said Annabeth. She looked at him, frowning. 'I could've paid'- a sentence she would've used regarding an acquaintance. Had they really grown that far apart?

Like he knew what she was thinking, his eyes- stormy grey like hers, but rounder and wider- darted away to the ground. "Chiron'll be pissed if he finds out we snuck out of camp," he mumbled. "It'll be stable duty for a month."

Annabeth snorted. "I've snuck out of camp plenty of times and he's never caught me. Have some faith." His mouth twitched and she felt a surge of triumph. Even now she could still make him laugh- small victories. She turned to the building in front of them- New York City's hospital, Lenox Hill. "Ready to go in?"

His face hardened, any trace of amusement vanishing. The weary expression from before returned. "I...I don't think I can do this," he admitted.

She reached for his hand, entwining their fingers. "Sure you can," she said, mustering confidence into her voice. "You're Malcolm Pace, co-head counselor of Athena cabin and war veteran of Camp Half Blood's bloodiest wars. You can do this." To her relief, her words seemed to bring back some color into his face. He swallowed hard.

"Alright. Let's go in."

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Whoever Annabeth was expecting, the actual Mrs. Pace was not it.

She had thought someone so ill would look frail and pale and weak. But Mrs. Pace looked healthier than ever- she had no problem smiling or moving or...doing anything, really. Her voice wasn't hoarse or whispered; it was loud, strong. Full. Uncannily similar to Malcolm's.

She had greeted Annabeth with startling excitement. "Malcolm's told me all about you," she gushed, shaking Annabeth's hand far more enthusiastically than Annabeth had expected a chronically ill woman to. How was it that someone who looked so healthy was so sick?

Malcolm looked embarassed. "Has Claude come by today?" he said, referring to his stepfather. He loved to change the subject. It had always been his go-to tactic for uncomfortable topics.

"Oh yes- he was here only half an hour ago, I think. You just missed him." Mrs. Pace settled back into her covers upon her bed, still smiling. "Would you two like anything? I can ask for a nurse to bring you some snacks. Maybe some of those Thin Mints? I know those Girl Scouts cookies are in popular stock right now."

"We're fine, don't strain yourself, Mom," said Malcolm swiftly. Annabeth nodded along, strangely unable to speak. She found herself envying their easy dynamic; even after all these years, she had yet to come close to something even remotely close with her father.

She hated herself instantly. She didn't have the right to such thoughts- not while Mrs. Pace was dangerously ill. It wasn't fair. They obviously didn't have it easy.

"So, tell me, dear," said Mrs. Pace brightly, after a few moments of unsettling silence. She seemed untroubled, unfazed, as if this was an ordinary visit from her son. "How is camp? Have you talked to that boy you mentioned recently?"

Annabeth's brows shot up. A boy? She glanced at Malcolm, who flushed a deep red. "Mom," he said, in an exasperated voice. "He's not- we're not-" He caught Annabeth's eye, blushing. "It's not what you think."

"Sure," Annabeth said, grinning.

Mrs. Pace smiled knowingly. "How're things with the Romans?" she asked, switching topics. "Everything okay?"

Annabeth started- she hadn't realized Malcolm had confided so much in his mother. In fact, she'd forgotten altogether that Malcolm was one of the few demigods to be close to their parents.

"Fine- there was a situation, a few months ago, when they came to visit and played Capture-the-Flag. But we settled it," Malcolm spoke casually, and Mrs. Pace nodded along.

The horrible envy struck again. How did they have such an easy relationship? Annabeth struggled so much with her father, and her mother...after the Mark of Athena, she preferred to avoid the matter entirely.

"That's good. That's...." Mrs. Pace trailed off, face contorting strangely. She jerked, then burst into a daunting barrage of coughs.

"Mom?" Malcolm looked alarmed. "Mom!"

But Mrs. Pace waved him off. "Fine!" she gasped, slumping back into her pillows. "Don't- worry!"

Malcolm took her words in the opposite manner. He whipped around, face anxious. "I'm going to get a nurse," he said, and darted out of the room before anyone could stop him.

Mrs. Pace wheezed, then reached out and grabbed Annabeth's hand with a surprising (and painful) grip. Annabeth found herself not minding at all. "My dear- please take care- of Malcolm," she gasped. "He's- my only child. I love him."

Dread snaked into Annabeth's heart. She squeezed Mrs. Pace's hand, feeling helpless as she watched the woman struggle. "Mrs. Pace...you're not dying, are you?"

The only answer she received was a retch.

At that moment, Malcom hurried in, a nurse at his heels. "You two need to go," the man said, and Annabeth let go of Mrs. Pace's hand. She quickly pulled Malcolm out of the room with her and closed the door, her heart twisting at the hacking coughs from inside.

Malcolm's face was stark white. "Oh my gods," he said, his voice high and reedy. "I knew she was bad- but I didn't think-"

It was the look on his face that made Annabeth decide against voicing her suspicions about his mother's deteriorating health. She reached for his hand, threading their fingers together as she had outside of the hospital. "She'll make it," she promised. "She's strong."

Malcolm's shoulders were shaking. His eyes were suspiciously bright. "I can't...gods, Annabeth, I told you I couldn't do it." His voice broke. "I told you, damn it."

In that moment, she understood, just from his tone only, that there were no words in the world she could've said to console or soothe him. There were no words in the world to protect him from the deep, aching sorrow he was experiencing. She pulled him into a tight embrace, and he buried his head in her shoulder, sobbing, surrendering to her touch.

"I'm sorry, Mal," she whispered. She hoped he understood that this apology was not just for this but for their bond that had frayed for the last 2 years. That they were growing up and experiencing the bitter taste of life.

"I'm so sorry."

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very overdramatic ik but hey i'm a sucker for angst. and i'm very much whipped for annabeth/malcolm sibling relationship fics.

[ur-mousey]

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[minotaurscantbewitches]

ISSUE 1 - PAGE 4

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Two cameos in this one! Last panel features two of my friends as fauns. They’re very important people to me and they even housed me for a while when I was inbetween housing. I don’t know how many rants they’ve listened to about my silly minotaur story. Other cameo is my two rabbit roomies because why not haha

[hello-eeveev]

Okay okay I’ve seen some takes regarding Orym on twitter (specifically about his relationship to Laudna) that I feel the need to refute but I have a lot of thoughts and also I don’t want to get into fights so hi tumblr! rant below the cut 😊

(tl;dr I think the bell’s hells are doing the best they can in a series of complicated situations, but people are expecting a kind of inter-party conflict to come from it that doesn’t line up with the text and I don’t get it, so I guess I must become Orym’s #1 defender, feat. a defense of the c3e63 decision, Ludinus Da’leth hate, and big big feelings about Keyleth and Vax)

Take: Orym is uncomfortable with Laudna’s weirdness/creepiness, as evidenced by him always bringing it up and trying to hide and obscure her undead presence.

My opinion: Laudna loves the fact that she’s creepy. She revels in it. Orym/Liam pointing it out in narration is part flavor text, part acknowledging an important aspect of Laudna. It’s like how he always makes sure everyone knows that Orym is Small. Not to mention, Marisha brings it up in her narration as much as Liam does.

During Laudna’s resurrection ritual, Orym says, “I don’t know what Bell’s Hells will be without your darkness, Laudna. Or your light.” He values both sides of her!

Regarding Orym’s disguises for Laudna (i.e. dressing her in white in bassuras, adding flowers to her hair to give her more color in hearthdell), again I don’t think this is a sign of Orym’s discomfort with her. Remember, Orym is a bodyguard. His job is to protect others, protect the group. Yes, several members of Bell’s Hells will draw eyes, but notably, Laudna—being undead-ish, with the Unsettling Presence feature and a canonically scary physical appearance—might strike fear into others. And fear makes people more willing to resort to violence than, say, being surprised by the presence of a robot or a faun. It’s not about making her palatable, it’s about keeping all of them safe. It’s bodyguard behavior.

Also, Orym only does this when they are actively avoiding drawing attention to themselves, and as far as I know, Laudna has only had a problem with it once.

Take: Laudna looked to Ashton and Orym for what to do during the scuffle with Bor’Dor, and Orym encouraged her to let Delilah back in, all because he’s hell-bent on revenge and thinks he can use Delilah’s power to get it. He actively disregarded Laudna’s well-being to further his own goals.

My opinion: No, she wasn’t looking to them for what to do. Marisha said it herself: Laudna was barely present. She couldn’t even hear Deni$e suggest keeping Bor’Dor alive; what makes you think she’s going to see a singular nod from Orym 15 feet away? She had already done Hunger of the Shadow, was already cloaked in the “purple-ish glowing hue that hasn’t been seen in a while,” and Matt had mentioned the heartbeat long before Liam ever said anything. Laudna had already let Delilah back in before Orym nodded and before she killed Bor’Dor. It was a horrible situation all around, but Orym did not convince Laudna to let Delilah back in for his own purposes. It is not his fault that Laudna embraced Delilah’s power or that Bor’Dor died. Laudna made her choice, as heartbreaking and conflicting as it may be, so let her live with it.

And for the record, I think they were justified in killing Bor’Dor. He attacked them with a pretty powerful spell (he did Vitriolic Sphere at its baseline 4th level, which is the second highest level spell he had) and nearly killed Prism in the process. Yes, Bor’Dor did a bit of waffling back and forth between “I’m gonna kill you!” and “just let me die,” but him being a pathetic mess is nothing new. He still tried to kill them all. If they let him live, there was no guarantee he wouldn’t try it again.

I don’t know how to impress this upon people who haven’t already gotten it from just watching the show, but the Ruby Vanguard is a bad group. Ludinus Da’leth is a bad person. He may have convinced some members that his goals are noble, but they aren’t. He is misleading people for his own gain, because guess what? The concept of free will exists even with the existence of the gods! People are allowed to worship them or not, and the gods aren’t smiting people down for refusing to worship them (otherwise Keyleth would be long dead, y’all. she said out loud to the champion of the raven queen that they should use her power while it benefitted them and then find a loophole to get Vax out of her service. and she is so valid for that. 15/10 would do the same).

We had a PC, a dozen or so NPCs, and an entire arc last campaign—and then a whole 4-part series!—that dealt with wizard hubris and its unfortunate consequences. Ludinus was one of those NPCs! What makes you think that Mr. “let’s steal a holy artifact and instigate a war” “should try friends sometime” “Essek looks forward to never seeing his face again” “Trent Ikithon can keep abusing children it’s not my problem” Da’leth suddenly has people’s best interests in mind?

He and the Ruby Vanguard need to be stopped, and Orym, being a person whose driving motivation is “to protect,” is willing to do what needs to be done, even when it sucks.

Take: ooohoohoo Orym’s alignment might be shifting! We need Dorian to get him back on track!

My opinion: No? To both these statements? Firstly, Orym’s alignment isn’t shifting, at least I don’t think so. I’m not an expert on D&D alignments (I think they should be more descriptive than prescriptive/ultimately they matter less than character choices, arcs, and narratives), but I would guess that fighting to maintain the balance of nature and to stop those that would harm others for their own gain is still pretty in line with neutral good? I could maybe see an argument for that being more lawful good, but it didn’t seem like those people were talking about a shift along the horizontal axis.

Secondly, I think Dorian would do the exact same thing Orym is doing. Was that not the whole draw of the Spider Queen’s crown during ExU Prime? Power to protect and save his friends? So I don’t think Dorian would see anything wrong with how Orym is acting, much less take him to task over it.

Take: Look! Orym told Keyleth about Imogen’s mom and said “I don’t care” when Imogen complained! Bad! Mean! Selfish!

My opinion: idk that felt more like Liam being a brat to Laura than anything else.

Like, yes Liam/Orym had his own goals in that convo which were unexpected and uncomfortable, but I don’t think he was wrong to point that out. The moment Keyleth swore to take down Liliana, you could feel everyone in Bell’s Hells get really tense, and I am certain that Keyleth, who has 20 wisdom and ~30 years of experience leading her people and politicking, clocked that instantly. And Orym would have clocked that immediately, and in an effort to make sure that their group had the confidence of a very powerful druid and world leader, decided that full transparency was the way to go.

And I don’t know, this is largely speculation, but Keyleth having that information might mean that she will make sure Imogen doesn’t have to be the one to take down Liliana? Or it might make her more sympathetic and willing to show some mercy to her?

Leaning more fully into speculation bc this relies mostly on inference and assumption: while I do think that Keyleth deserves to know what’s going on with Vax, withholding that information at this juncture might have been another tactical decision from Orym. We don’t know how Keyleth has mourned over the last 30 years, but we know that she’s been angry and we know that losing Vax was and is devastating. I feel like finding out that the love of your life (“forever and ever and ever and always” “I’ll never get over you”) is suffering extreme torment such that the followers of his god are in a period of mourning, basically implying that you’ve lost him all over again, that potentially the one reassurance that you would see him again has been ripped from you, etc., etc. would cause anyone to break down on a good day. Add on the fact that Keyleth is gravely, gravely injured, and you’re basically asking for her to be completely out of commission, because 1) holy moly talk about new trauma, old trauma, grief, longing, guilt, etc. bro I’m an emotional wreck just thinking about Vax and I’m not the one living through it, and 2) that would be a lot of stress on her already extremely stressed body, the consequences of which could be very bad.

It’s a tough decision to make, and while I’m not sure I 100% agree with Orym’s, I think it’s a defensible position.

Anyway thanks for reading this far, I hope you enjoyed my analysis. Again, I don’t want to fight or get into arguments, but I’m down for some brief discussions! Emphasis on brief because I can fall into a rabbit hole very easily, which means this will be the only thing I can think of and I have other things I want to do, shadowgast to write, fearnechetney to draw, and this post already took several hours over two days to write after weeks of mental build up.

[thychesters]

Re, your post about sanji v absalom, i hope you dont mind a little rant, because I have a lot of feelings about this. Basically, post-timeskip sanji has become a huge frustration for me because it felt like his perviness has been dialed up by 1000 at the expense of not only the rest of his personality for the most part, but also in instances like this where someone he allegedly cares about has been violated and yet instead of really helping, he just makes the situation more unpalatable???? The fight with absalom became all about sanji and how pissed he was about absalom trying to marry Nami and that he has the invisible devil fruit, not about Nami and everything the asshole has been putting nami through. When we first met Sanji, he was still a perv, but it wasnt his like whole personality the way its become these days. It's just really disappointing, because I loved him when we first meet him and the perv stuff was annoying but i could at least roll my eyes and move on because its a stupid trope but at least it wasnt as bad as some manga Ive read, but now it's so much WORSE than most of the manga I've read and I dont like him much at all because of all this shit. He gets a little better in later arcs post-thriller bark, but it's unlikely I'll ever like him like I did before, and that makes me so sad.

one of my friends said he gets worse and and i'm just. beyond so disappointed about that. him being a little pervy was a quick gag in the beginning that was easy to roll your eyes at, if you addressed it all, because you knew there was never any intent behind it. he might faun over nami and robin, but again, they know there's no ill intent behind it. but hearing the perviness becomes his personaility is so disheartening. i want a sanji who cares about his friends and crew, not one who's overtly lecherous.

the fight with absalom really turned into being about him and his feelings when it never should have been that at all. his only feelings should have been anger -- anger over nami and what had been to her and what she'd been through.

frankly i'm really surprised and disappointed no one actually expressed any anger over that? after hearing usopp tell them nami had been spied on and attacked in the bath. (i get it's an action story with a few emotional beats, but you can talk about and show murder but not have someone go "that wasn't okay" about what absalom did?) that also gets me about usopp -- i mean yeah, i might be thrown for a second if i open the door and my friend is completely nude, but that's immediately going to be overshadowed by the fact that she's yelling for help and clearly being restrained. usopp, you can ignore the fact her boobs are out. do something to help her. (having her bathe before they were supposed to leave is also weird writing because they 100% could have been separated some other way.)

the same thing is played off for laughs later on -- sanji bursts in flame and oh man, he's so silly! gonna go save nami!

and when he first showed up in the church and was pissed i was like yes!! yes!! be angry for her and what she was made to endure. be pissed that your friend was spied on, assaulted, drugged, and stripped and forced into this situation. and instead of being pissed on her behalf it feels mostly like it's on his own. when he said absalom stole his dream my heart dropped into my stomach because was it something like dumb to marry nami (which absalom was forcing her into against her will?) or something creepier like he saw her naked when he didn't?

(not to ignore the scene in alabasta where she flashed them, but she was more in control in that situation and was able to make a choice. she was in control of her body! [sidebar, but cobra peeking over the wall was also fuckin weird because his daughter was there. she was also clearly less comfortable with what was happening too.])

nami is his crew mate and more so than anything his friend. she's his friend.

i hope nami's angry after all of this. i hope she stays angry. i hope the crew, her friends, are angry too over her treatment, over what happened to her. at least i will be.

[faunabel]

ok what i really hate about drawing tutorials is when they're all like "ok so u need to draw the human skull over and over and over until you understa"

NO. I WILL NOT BE DOING THAT. THAT IS SO BORING THIS IS EXACTLY WHY I HAVEN'T LEARNED TO DRAWN YET.

there has to be! a fun way to learn!!!! not just a repetitive nightmare that's basically just homework!!!!!!!!!!!

[faunshark]

I find it odd that some of the arcade machines in SB only have two initials options, while some have three, which those are the ones that all have GGY on them. Why wouldn't GGY/Rab want to put his initials onto those cabinets? Why not just put GY or GG? I have yet to see one that has any sign of GGY on it

Maybe he just didn't play those particular arcades altogether, maybe it's just a thing that I'm looking too deep into ionno, just curious

[chronicallylatetotheparty]

White Liberalism in Carnival Row

Season one starts off well enough.

Vignette's abuse at the hands of her "employers" is hauntingly realistic. Blending elements of classism into the fantasy racism that is the main conflict of the story. The scene where she finds the library she was caretaker of back in Tirnanoc is incredibly pointed criticism of how everything in western museums is stolen.

Philo being the only member of the Constabulary who actually cares about the Fae minority because he is half Fae. Trying, and failing, to change anything from within the system to the point he's arrested for hiding his mixed heritage. And eventually deciding to abandon the Constabulary altogether at the end of the first season.

Piety Breakspear's appropriation of Fae magic to attack innocent people in an attempt to protect her status and power.

Jonah Breakspear and Sophie Longerbane joining forces to turn the Row into a ghetto/concentration camp despite ostensibly being sympathetic and/or apathetic to Fae. Showing how the aristocratic ruling class will do anything to promote their own interests.

And yet the fall from biting social commentary into white Liberalism is present even here.

Agreus Astrayon is a rich faun. Who made his fortune by hunting down his own kind who "broke contract" and tried to escape from indentured servitude. In exchange for his own freedom. And in season two it's revealed that he also convinced others to sign exploitative contracts. Abusing the trust his own people had in him to build his wealth.

Which makes his speal promoting the virtues of assimilation and collaboration that much more grating. Agreus is played by a black actor.

Making the connection between the character talking about "working within the system" and real life black conservatives perhaps an inevitable comparison. Remember that at this time all Fae are forced to live in a ghetto they weren't allowed to leave. A ghetto with such filthy conditions that a plague is ravaging the fairy population.

A ghetto Agreus never had to live in because he had to leave the country after defending himself against a human man in his own home.

Sophie Longerbane is made "sympathetic" by showing her regret her part in making the Row a ghetto... Which comes across as quite shallow and meaningless as it changes nothing about her actions.

But worse, when she's arrested Sophie goes into a rant about how much she's been wronged by the men of the ruling class. And how men are the root of all problems... She says this to Vignette.

A fae who has directly suffered due to Sophie's actions against the Fae.

A fairie whose society is matriarchal.

And instead of dismissing the self pitying oppressor spouting white feminism Vignette is "moved" by her privileged viewpoint.

Philo has an epiphany in season two: all his work as a member of the Constabulary, as a soldier in the Burgue's army, hurt his people and contributed to the oppression they faced... And all that is swept away because his friend is killed.

The New Dawn is an unsubtle fantasy equivalent of Communism. The movement that achieved class solidarity between humans and Fae against the ruling class. Is just Communism.

That is why Agreus' naivety about the virtues of capitalist racism can be portrayed as "in the right". Because obviously rebellion is worse.

That is why protecting the most racist constable on the force is the "right thing to do". Because if you just coddle racists enough they'll realize they were wrong. And hey! At least they're not Communists!

Carnival Row started as a flawed show with potential. But it squandered that potential in favor of white Liberalism that is shown in the actual show to be nonesense.

Because at the end there was nothing stopping the Burgue from reconquering Tirnanoc like they wanted to. There was nothing stopping them from keeping the Fae in ghettos and only letting out "skilled workers" like Sophie planned.

There is no evidence that Philo was actually the illegitimate son of the previous chancellor but he was still given the option of becoming the next one.

The Burgue just suffered it's most devastating "terrorist attack", two chancellor's in a row were assassinated by Fae and we're expected to believe that the Burgue just magically decided to be less racist?

After allowing a race riot to sweep across Carnival Row and a foreign power to radicalize their second class citizens!?

The naivety is astounding.

[girleboy]

booktok rant no. 36828382

i'm a third through powerless by lauren roberts which is the latest viral booktok darling and it's just so like, appallingly bad. it's every YA dystopia/fantasy trope condensed into one really badly written novel. we have a beautiful silver-haired protagonist called PAEDYN who's edgy as hell and never gets pulled up for threatening to slit princes' throats. the two princes are half-brothers who greatly enjoy saying 'well – he's just my half-brother, of course', and another character completely insanely refers to one of them as her half-cousin, which no one caught in editing. am i stupid? can you have a half-cousin? there's a character who's a total copy of celeste from the selection like she's just the misogynist punching bag. she is introduced as 'bitchy blair' because she fauns over the princes – this is only okay when the protagonist does it, and she proceeds to call her a bitch at a fancy dinner for no fuckin reason. i'm just rambling there's nothing to glean from this if you've got this far just scroll. the protag and her prince love interest meet when she robs him on the street; she bumps into him and sleight-of-hands some coins which is whatever but she. manages to get her hand into a 'secret inside pocket' and steal whatever's there..... then he gets robbed again by people who get violent about it and she feels bad and saves his life?? ummm & he's a 'morally grey' love interest who's meant to be wiping out the 'ordinary' people without special powers of some sort and we go on a mission with him to kill some wee girl and he's like 'i don't kill children' and secretly packs her off to the desert. i'd genuinely like him more if he'd just killed her. do your job. there is this completely ridiculous scene where he and the protag are just standing in the hallway and she puts his own knife to his throat and he puts hers to hers and they just stand like that exchanging banter and it's like the third conversation they've ever had. someone's currently blowing up the ballroom and it's so directly ripped from the selection that i'll be stunned if bitchy blair doesn't get a redemption and die. if you're going to plagiarise i don't know why you'd plagiarise from the fuckin selection by kiera cass. there was an interview scene that was just the hunger games as well. the protag has this best friend who's described 100 times as squeaking or squealing and we're told regularly how much they care about each other but never shown it because she's busy squeaking, i guess. she's definitely going to die. idk man this is 250 pages in. not only is this book published but it's a legit bestseller. i never thought i'd say that more people should have read the selection or red queen or the hunger games as teenagers but maybe if they had they wouldn't be falling over themselves for this shit. like it's just so bad it's not even fun

[the-sunroom-system]

does anyone else have the experience of having multiple different trains of thought going at once?

it's the kind of thing that makes me feel like we're faking, because how could we have four different alters communicating at once

earlier today, faun and fabian were having an emotional talk because lately the persecutors have suddenly turned against fabian and he was crying about it, meanwhile a persecutor was present insulting him, and someone else was singing a song stuck in our head which was a really weird vibe

and now i'm here. i'm wendy i'm out because we were triggered and my head hurts like hell, but also i can feel fabian inside having thoughts, and someone else but i forget who. it's all just so weird. i feel so fake that i could be having three different things going on at once. one me is having a panic attack and ranting about it, then i change tabs and talk about something totally chill and not panicked or at least have the strong urge to. it just feels so... fake. especially since faun is always present to some degree, even if it's minor.

is this normal? do other people experience this severe fragmentation where you can live multiple different lives at the same time?