#honestly I had too much fun

[floccinaucinihilipilificationa]

[mossy-paws]

they’ve been cooked…. (PHIGHTING!)

Yea Twitter really liked these ones lmao, anyways the first one was for a trend and the second one is just a silly follow up to it LMAO

[maria-tries]

when you're the only one in the friend group having an existential crisis 💅💗🎀

[sodasa-was-taken]

Why Suletta and Miorine's story is a romance: A Mobile Suite Gundam: The Witch from Mercury story structure analysis by Sodasa

So, I recently watched The Witch from Mercury, and I felt compelled to write an analysis of the show's use of the story structure of romances. I'm a hobbyist in the history of trends in genre fiction with a particular interest in romances. I thought it would be fun to use my area of expertise to talk about how the budding relationship between Miorine and Suletta is intertwined with the story of G-Witch.

Something particular about the romance genre is that, unlike other genres of fiction, it's mostly defined by its story structure. This means that just because a story is about two people getting together does not automatically make it a romance in the same way having magic in a story qualifies it as a fantasy. The flip side of this is that while you can't have a fantasy without fantastical elements, a romance can be put in any setting. As long as the story hits the required plot beats, it's still a romance. This makes Romance simultaneously one of the strictest and most versatile genres, as the plot can be anything as long as it ties into the main characters' developing relationship. Use this structure in a story about financial politics and mechs, and you get a story like The Witch from Mercury.

I think the show uses this structure very effectively. In my opinion, a great romance should, first and foremost, be an exploration of the part of the human condition where previous bad experiences make us reject intimacy. The romance story structure is designed to have the characters come face-to-face with their inner demons by giving them a reason to overcome them. Something that's a lot harder to pull off outside of romances, as not many things in life require us to overcome some of our deepest insecurities instead of just pushing them down.

G-Witch is a great show to use as an example of what makes a romance a romance as it follows the story structure almost to a tee, but it's also not the kind of story that most people usually think of when picturing a romance. I also believe that seeing the show through the lens of the romance structure leads to some juicy character psychoanalysis for Suletta and Miorine. I'll go over all the plot beats of a romance and explain how they apply to G-Witch and, if applicable, why I think you don't see those plot beats outside of romances. The names of the plot beats are taken from "Romancing the Beat: Story Structure for Romance Novels" by Gwen Hayes, which is also my primary source, along with my own extensive experience with the romance genre.

I hope someone gets something out of this. I have seen some excellent analyses and theories for this show, but they have been on things I don't know much about myself. Since the only part of story analysis I excel at is the structure of romances, I thought I'd lend my own area of expertise. I want to clarify that while I might sound matter-of-fact, this is just my opinion. I'm by no means saying that you have to think that G-Witch is a romance. I'm just arguing for why I personally consider it to be one.

[doccywhomst]

♫ CLOWN MUSIC INTENSIFIES ♪

[gothoffspring]

Goth Occults: Infant Edition™

[letmetellyouaboutmyfeels]

WIP Wednesday

I was tagged by the sweet @alliaskisthepossibilityoflove and I have to tell you all I am FIGHTING for my LIFE here sharing Buddie stuff instead of my rarepair that nobody cares about but moi and the friends I'm holding hostage.

Anyway here's a bit more fun info about the D&D characters some people are playing!

“Who’re you?” Hen asks, peering at Athena’s character sheet. “Her name’s Minerva,” Athena says. “I like the name.” Hen’s smile is… concerning. Eddie puts down his pencil and dice with a sigh and pushes his papers over to Bobby. “Imbolc. Half-Elf Warlock.” Bobby’s brows rise as he reads the papers. “All right.” Buck peers over Eddie’s shoulder, trying to read. Eddie covers it with his arm. “You can’t see yet,” he hisses. “It’s a secret.” “Players can know things that their characters don’t,” Bobby points out. “Buck, what’s yours?” “Oh, uh…” Buck hands his stuff over. “Atton, human rogue. He was, uh, the younger son of some nobles, turned to pickpocketing and stuff out of boredom. His parents didn’t really pay attention to him. Now he’s actually a pretty well-known thief. Under an alias, obviously. But his brother just died so he’s inherited the family estate and has to be in charge now and he’s looking for any way to avoid dealing with that. Like an adventure to save the world.” Everyone looks at him with raised eyebrows. “What?” Buck asks. “It’s great, Buck,” Bobby says, taking the papers.

Athena: I love my husband but I put the bare minimum into my character.

Hen: Fantastic. Wonderful. I'm going to use this for evil.

[buttertrait]

cas challenge with the butter's couch server!! our theme was to create a sim inspired by a flower and ofc i made a sim inspired by buttercups (why? because i am predictable)

come join us! edit inspo: x

[hallucxnating]

Happy belated Valentine's day to Shizuo 💕

Here's something i drew to pair up with my friend's @stupidusernamepolicy shizaya valentine's fic! Go read it !!!

[shazos]

spidersona time (cuz i couldn't resist lol)

her name is spidercrab! 🦀

[why-the-heck-not]

got a new laptop, feeling like a kid on christmas eve & I’m learning to use notion bc idk it fits the agenda of today (which is to transfer my life onto this one now)

[lovelyheartclover]

GLOBAL STRIKE: DAY 8 (FINAL DAY)

CEASEFIRE NOW 🍉🍉🍉

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BONUS DRAWING!! INSPIRED BY @astronic-fr Uzi Palestine drawing 🍉🫒

[helimir]

"Nine women can't make a baby in a month!" - Taliesin Jaffe

Jester's Eiselcross stockings, handknit by me! @ionarts_cosplay on Instagram

Jester commissioned these stockings in Rexxentrum over (I think) a single day. Taliesin's joke always stuck with me because there's really no way to speed up knitting - these took me two months to design a pattern and knit. The opportunity to attend the Echoes of the Solstice live show inspired me to knit the stockings, and knitting them inspired me to take on the rest of this challenging cosplay! Who knew painting yourself blue could be so fun?

[mylifeiscomics]

Part 85 - College AU

Read the first 6 chapters here Don't want to wait for the regular Tumblr uploads? You can buy this entire final chapter here for $5! Thanks for the support!

Previous - TBC

@deardiary17 @mizzingyou @i-belong-in-a-retirement-home @kittenwhodidntwanttogiveup @septic-dr-schneep @queenlovett @theoncomingdoo-dah @thethickofitt @jicklet @ginshoujo @samsrosary @confusedwhovian23 @icouldntthinkofanythingclever @the-wolf-among-the-roses If anyone else wants to be tagged let me know

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halloween thing i drew for an art trade with @cherry-207 ! she asked for edgar and scri dressed as angel and devil . you can see her part here !

edgar vargas belongs to jhonen vasquez

scriabin belongs to @zarla-s

[good-beanswrites]

"Prisoner @waivyjellyfish ! Milgramblrgram has judged you guilty for your crimes! It is time to meet your judgement. As the wardens' fang, I take that responsibility upon myself!" (Muahaha -- Es angst for you 👊)

Es clutched at their head. Their fingers tore through their hair. It was the middle of the night, so they resisted the urge to shout. They didn’t want to draw any attention to themself. If they remained completely silent, though, they wouldn’t need to refrain from crying.

And so they cried.

You see, there is only one sensation worse than waking up from an awful dream: waking up from a very, very, good one. 

Es had grown accustomed to the nightmares that Milgram produced. In these dreams, Es might take the place of the prisoners. Their stomach would twist with horror at the blood on their hands. Other times, they found themselves in the victim’s shoes. They’d wake in a cold sweat, feeling hands closing around their throat, or weapons swung at their temple. 

But they weren’t prepared for a dream of absolute peace. They were happy. They were laughing. There were people nearby, smiling. It was all emotion and no detail – not a single face, place, or voice, was clear – but they knew for sure what the dream had consisted of.

Es was with their family. 

They choked out another sob. 

For the longest time, they wondered if they even had a past to remember. But that was all foolishness – Milgram was in the business of judging humans, not creating them out of thin air. They’d tried asking Jackalope, once. He turned out just as cryptic as some of the prisoners in their interrogations. Another time, they had considered using the prison’s mysterious machine on themself. There was no way to operate it alone, though. And when it came down to it, they were always alone.

They curled themself tight, dragging the bedsheets with them. Usually when they wondered about their past, mere curiosity washed over them. Now, they were flooded with an entirely new type of longing. It filled their chest. No, that wasn't it. Rather, the feeling left a wide hole through them.

If they did have a family, had Es been stolen away? Could there be someone else out there right now, crying in the middle of the night, just as hard as Es was crying for them? The thought was not comforting.

Or, like Es, had they forgotten all traces of their connection? That possibility also did more harm than good.

Es tried to reassure themself – if this family hadn’t come looking for them, maybe it meant they weren't wanted in the first place. Maybe Es had been willingly turned over to Milgram, their parents glad to be rid of them.

That thought didn't help at all.

Something clattered out in the corridor. That must have been what woke them. They rose from bed, ready to raise hell. How dare one of the prisoners rip them from such a dream. Es could never return. The offender would pay for this. 

It took only a moment to put on their uniform and wipe the tears from their cheeks. They swung the door open to find Haruka stumbling down the hall. 

“Prisoner number one, what the –” they grabbed his arm. Only then did they notice the dazed look in his eyes. His body flinched, waking from what must have been sleepwalking.

“Ah! W-warden!” He blinked, his mind still stuck somewhere else. “I’m s-sorry! What, ah… I was dreaming... She was – she was right here…”

Es took a measured breath. They steeled their expression. There would be no unleashing hell tonight. They had lost sight of their role. They had gotten distracted with childish emotions and silly dreams. They were Milgram’s warden, not some kid like Haruka who wandered around the prison late at night looking for his mama. 

Es adjusted the hat over their hair. It was good, they told themself, that they couldn't remember a thing from the dream. They didn't need any of those people. They were perfectly fine on their own. Such a distraction would not happen again.

“Let’s get you back to bed.”

“But, my p-parents, they were–”

“They’re not here. Nobody is. Back to your cell, prisoner.”