#it's like an idea machine in my noggin

[iguessitsjustme]

Choose Your Own BL Adventure - Day 24

Options:

Laugh and walk back to the table, away from the mistletoe. Join your friends and enjoy the rest of your evening laughing and talking.

Stand there awkwardly and wait to see if anyone stands up to join you.

Walk to where Gelt is sitting, pull him up and back to the mistletoe with you.

Panic and run away back to the bathroom. Splash water on your face a few times before you go back out to your friends. Avoid walking under the mistletoe this time.

Day 23 here.

[leona-florianova]

Have you ever wanted to draw something but you fought due to your skill level at the time you decide not to do it

ALL

THE

TIME

I am very very tired and have a very very bad attention span.. and imagination that chaotically swings between empty void or explosion of everything at once, so I have to...uh... pick my battles.. accordining to that.

There are sooooo many abandoned projects and just ideas because I knew that I would have to do research and learn more stuff...

[queers-of-marybelltownship]

well he collapsed with stevens-johnson syndrome on the er floor panic attacked anaphylactic and ataxic and the way he spun his butterfly risked all six his phalanges roman candles at both ends in his synapsis and the method with which he recycled his humours trojan horsed his blood brain barrier and raised the ld-50 yes yes and through fight or flight revelation shame the blackbox warrior he skipped this town and headed straight down history shields himself from reason in a kevlar baby blue tuxedo quilted from the finest fibers flesh and fiberglass and flowers ego a mosquito evil incarnate good incognito pops placebos for libido screaming bless the torpedoes for what for what for what its worth if it was gonna kill you boy it would have by now for what for what for what its worth theres no more looking back its looking up or looking down well he was wearing stolen rubber shoes and wrapped a poison ivy noose around his lotus jugular when they came and they found him with a map to every victim of his love and a tattoo of a blue jay on his face and they waited for his vital signs to lie and let a flatline cry a hymn out in hungarian harmonic and he cocked his noggin through his stoma sang for aul lang syn happy birthday to the succulents ill die your hydroponics his ribcage was a hornets nest palpitations set the beat his vagus nerve a turks head knot an axel hitch a carrick bend he wondered if christ consciousness would charge a cancellation fee auf whiedersehn au revoir he gripped his wits right by their ends for what for what its worth if it was gonna kill you boy it would have by now for what for what for what its worth theres no more looking back its looking up or looking down hello welcome why dont you take a seat get comfortable relax take a second if you need to now what's bothering you well why dont we start at the beginning growing up how was your relationship with the fundamentals of conscious existence did you have xenon orchid sinews spilling down the outer center of your blooming escher/mandelbrot head and how about claustrophilic tendrils clapping caskets closed on seven-knuckle thumbs did you get along well with the gideon bugler pineal glands your projector eyes casting sci-fi's on your strd strands tell me about your nerve to steal nerves of steel from under bacchus bloody nose did namibian himbas tie-dye you your ears pierced with a phineas gage flagpole did you die before your day thursday traction tuesday titration my hope is to assess through my objective report of your subjective conjecture whether this proprietary bled of expertise and seasoning works as well as this transorbital ice pick holistic ballistics you got a better idea its about the best we could come up with what you think ideas spread because theyre good no they spread because people like them so now here we are once again holding as it were a mirror up to your mirror i guess its just something people do a bloody knife to split your infrastructure wine to rev your motor function coital machinations of the dead well you mainline your animus karate chop your abacus and learn to be an animal instead but I never did think you better than this your modus operandi causes nazi/skoptzyism and suicide why to thine own self be true when it is you who are the problem not the things you do but something sick inside lithium and dialectics boy you really is defective cbt dont seem effective for that cluster b accept it offer up your innocence please ignore the side effects youve lost your mind and almost lost your life before so youll be fine for what for what its worth if it was gonna kill you boy it would have by now for what for what for what its worth theres no more looking back so try to look forward now for what for what its worth if it was gonna kill you boy it would have by now for what for what for what its worth theres no more looking back its looking up or looking down

good morning :))

[alpineshift]

okay, I have no idea how coherent this is going to be, so bear with me, but here are my thoughts on jealous!Jack...

first and foremost, we must set the scene. I think my favorite thing about Devils games is that Nico is always finding himself in a situation. This is really due to the fact that he's always net front, always going into the dirty spaces, always in the midst of puck battles, and isn't afraid to use his skating ability to outsmart an opponent.

I'm thinking specifically of these moments: Exhibit A, Exhibit B, Exhibit C.

and I'm just imagining Jack either on the ice or on the bench watching things like this happen all game, every game. Like Nico's a one man charm offensive right and he doesn't this turn this charm off on the ice or off the ice, and so Jack day in, day out, is not only seeing his own teammates fall all over themselves trying to impress Nico or get a head pat from Nico, but the media who are also a little bit in love with him, and now also dudes from other teams.

and you add this to Jack's mile long praise kink, and you get Jack being Jack and then all of his cellies especially from the 2022-2023 season involve him making sure to get his hugs/pats/praise/love from Nico. he loves that attention and he wants to make sure everyone out there knows that although Nico may be a charm machine, its Jack who Nico belongs to and vice versa.

casual possessive hand on Nico's number, skipping the celly line to go straight to Nico and then getting cockblocked by Colin Miller, casual possessive bear paws around Nico in the singles corner of a team photo, scooching across the bench to get his head pats

just love the idea of like Jack needing to balance the fact that he knows Nico is the Captain and he knows Nico needs to make time for all of the Devs boys, but Jack also wants his Nico all to himself.

and Nico always indulges him. every time Jack uses his stick to get Nico's attention, on the bench, during a celly, during a conference before a face off, after a game, any time Jack wants Nico's attention, Nico will always give it. its a symbiotic relationship.

but basically, everyone's a little bit in love with Nico right. like look at him. and look at how everyone in the league interacts with him. everyone's definitely a little in love with Nico, and Jack knows Nico only has eyes for him, but it does drive him a little bit bat shit that all of these people are constantly getting put under a spell by Nico's dimples and his cow eyes.

there's also this silly little headcanon I had back when Timo first joined the team last season about how Jack maybe felt a type of way about another guy joining the team that Nico has history/shared life experience with. maybe Jack decides to learn Swiss for like five minutes to try to understand what Timo and Nico are laughing about in Swiss German all the time.

I dunno, there's a lot going on in my noggin about this. its my absolute favorite because like Jack was THE boy at the USNTDP and everyone kind of circles around him and he's a first overall and on the Devils, the team, the media, the narratives circle around him. and you put that together with the magnetic pull of one Nico Hischier and oh boy whats Jack's brain doing now huh?

this is getting far too long, so I'm gonna just shut up now, very sorry for like word vomiting in your ask box, ahahaha!

trust me I have SO many thoughts about this. so many.

the way I am CHOWING DOWN on this...help me...I literally went and made myself a tea so I could tuck in and unspool your ask in its full glory. THANK YOU. this is my jealous jack bible now LOL

reading this has made me realize Nico is basically a capybara LOL. chill, cute, friend shaped, minds his own biz, universally beloved and makes buddies across all animal kingdoms. none of us are immune to the Nico CharmTM, least of all hockey players, least of all jack hughes. that backhug picture of them from the team gathering gets me every time. I love to see it.

the layers are there and they are so endearing. I'm living for your Timo headcanon bc I recently had the experience of seeing a Timo pic on the devil's social media and went "oh whoa holy shit he's good looking" so I can project this feeling onto Jack, who's torn between wow he's good looking to him and nico are real close and idk how to feel about that levels of internal conflict. meanwhile those two are just gabbing on about absolutely nothing of importance hfnshffn.

I love that you shared all this with me!! thank you!! I too can go on for days daydreaming of the lore and the webs and the intricacies!! come back whenever you want and leave more charming nuggets in my inbox ❤️

[lifeintheworldtocome]

WELL HE COLLAPSED WITH STEVENS-JOHNSON SYNDROME ON THE ER FLOOR PANIC ATTACKED ANAPHYLACTIC AND ATAXIC WELL THE WAY HE SPUN HIS BUTTERFLY RISKED ALL SIX HIS PHALANGES ROMAN CANDLES AT BOTH ENDS AT HIS SYNAPSIS AND THE MATTER WITH WHICH HE RECYCLED HIS HUMORS TROJAN HORSED HIS BLOOD-BRAIN BARRIER AND RAISED THE LD-50 YES YES AND THROUGH FIGHT OR FLIGHT REVELATIONS SHAME THE BLACKBOXWARRIOR HE SKIPPED THIS TOWN AND HEADED STRAIGHT DOWN HISTORY SHIELDS HIMSELF FROM REASON IN A KEVLAR BABY-BLUE TUXEDO QUILTED FROM THE FINEST FIBERS FLESH AND FIBERGLASS AND FLOWERS HIS EGO A MOSQUITO EVIL INCARNATE GOOD INCOGNITO POPS PLACEBOS FOR LIBIDOS SCREAMING BLESS THE TORPEDOS FOR WHAT? FOR WHAT? FOR WHAT ITS WORTH IF IT WAS GONNA KILL YOU BOY IT WOULD HAVE BY NOW FOR WHAT? FOR WHAT? FOR WHAT ITS WORTH THERES NO MORE LOOKING BACK ITS LOOKING UP OR LOOKING DOWN WELL HE WAS WEARING STOLEN RUBBER SHOES AND WRAPPED A POISON IVY NOOSE AROUND HIS LOTUS JUGULAR WHEN THEY CAME WELL THEY FOUND HIM WITH A MAP TO EVERY VICTIM OF HIS LOVE AND A TATTOO OF A BLUE JAY ON HIS FACE AND THEY WAITED FOR HIS VITAL SIGNS TO LIE AND LET A FLATLINE CRY A HYMN OUT IN HUNGARIAN HARMONIC BUT HE COCKED HIS NOGGIN THROUGH HIS STOMA SANG FOR AULD LANG SYNE HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THE SUCCULENTS ILL DYE YOUR HYDROPONICS HIS RIBCAGE WAS A HORNETS NEST PALPITATIONS SET THE BEAT HIS VAGUS NERVES A TURKS HEAD KNOT AN AXEL HITCH A CARRICK BEND HE WONDERED IF CHRIST CONSCIOUSNESS WOULD CHARGE A CANCELLATION FEE AUF WIEDERSEHEN AU REVOIR HE GRIPPED HIS WITS RIGHT BY THEIR ENDS FOR WHAT? FOR WHAT? FOR WHAT ITS WORTH IF IT WAS GONNA KILL YOU BOY IT WOULD HAVE BY NOW FOR WHAT? FOR WHAT? FOR WHAT ITS WORTH THERES NO MORE LOOKING UP ITS LOOKING UP OR LOOKING DOWN hello welcome why dont you take a seat get comfortable relax take a second if you need to now whats bothering you well why dont we start at the beginning growing up how was your relationship with the fundamentals of conscious existence? did you have xenon orchid sinews spilling down the outer center of your blooming escher/mandelbrot head? and how about claustrophillic tendrils clapping caskets closed on seven-knuckle thumbs did you get along well with the gideon bugler pineal glands your projector eyes casting scifis on your strd strands? tell me about your nerve to steal nerves of steel from under bacchuses bloody nose did namibian himbas tiedye you your ears pierced with a phineas gage flagpole? did you die before your day? well thursday traction tuesday titration now my hope is to assess through my objective report of your subjective conjecture whether this proprietary blend of expertise and seasoning works as well as this transorbital ice pick holistic ballistics what you got a better idea? well its about the best we could come up with what you think ideas spread because theyre good? no they spread because people like them so now here we are once again holding as it were a mirror up to your mirror i guess its just something people do A BLOODY KNIFE TO SPLIT YOUR INFRASTRUCTURE WINE TO REV YOUR MOTOR FUNCTIONS COITAL MACHINATIONS OF THE DEAD WELL YOU MAINLINE YOUR ANIMUS KARATE CHOP YOUR ABACUS AND LEARN TO BE AN ANIMAL INSTEAD BUT I NEVER DID THINK YOU BETTER THAN THIS YOUR MODUS OPERANDI CAUSES NAZI/SKOPTZYISM AND SUICIDE WHY TO THINE OWN SELF BE TRUE WHEN IT IS YOU WHO ART THE PROBLEM NOT THE THINGS YOU DO BUT SOMETHING SICK INSIDE LITHIUM AND DIALECTICS BOY YOU REALLY IS DEFECTIVE CBT DONT SEEM EFFECTIVE FOR THE CLUSTER B ACCEPT IT OFFER UP YOUR INNOCENCE PLEASE IGNORE THE SIDE EFFECTS YOUVE LOST YOUR MIND AND ALMOST LOST YOUR LIFE BEFORE SO YOULL BE FINE FOR WHAT? FOR WHAT? FOR WHAT ITS WORTH IF IT WAS GONNA GET YOU BOY IT WOULD HAVE BY NOW FOR WHAT? FOR WHAT? FOR WHAT ITS WORTH THERES NO MORE LOOKING BACK AND WHY WOULD YOU WANT TO LOOK BACK I MEAN ITS NO GOOD LOOKING BACK SO TRY TO LOOK FORWARD NOW FOR WHAT FOR WHAT FOR WHAT ITS WORTH IF IT WAS GONNA KILL YOU BOY IT WOULD HAVE BY NOW FOR WHAT FOR WHAT FOR WHAT ITS WORTH THERES NO MORE LOOKING BACK ITS LOOKING UP OR LOOKING DOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWNNNNNNNNNNNN

[giddlygoat]

As a platonic relationship, how would you write/headcanon Drake and Launchpad being best friends?

hey, thanks so much for the ask!! i actually think about drakepad as besties a lot because the idea of them being platonic soulmates rattles around in my noggin like a ball in a bell

i will be perfectly honest, i don’t think much would actually change. like, i tend to view many of their interactions in the show through a romantic lens, but they also read well as close friends. i like how affectionate they are with each other, even in little ways. drake never hesitates to get in LP’s personal space with his dramatic gestures and constant shirt-clutching, and LP, while more conscious of himself, also has no apprehensions about it. it reminds me of friends i’ve had and some interactions with my siblings lawl.

drakepad in a platonic context is just so delicious though like . i’ve always viewed them as friends first, if that makes sense? like, they know and trust each other so wholly. they work together like a well oiled machine. they’re ingrained and immovable parts of each other’s lives. all of this is true regardless of whether or not they also kiss about it. that kind of dynamic makes me so incredibly happy.

i love the concept of launchpad hyping drake up like no tomorrow for a first date or listening in rapt attention as drake gushes about someone he admires. they would wingman each other so hard dawg.

truthfully, i think the way launchpad carries himself in the show is somewhat influenced by his feelings for drake. he not only wants to impress drake and lift him up, but also goes out of his way to supply every little thing he can presently and emotionally. he pours a frankly unhealthy amount of himself into their relationship that drake doesn’t nearly make up for in his own efforts, so their relationship definitely has toxic aspects.

looking at launchpad and drake as platonic, i imagine the dynamic would change a bit. launchpad is still a people pleaser and a love-through-service kind of person, and drake is still an unstable egotistical user, but there’s no romantic tension warping anyone’s behavior significantly.

launchpad still holds drake’s opinion incredibly high, but he isn’t as afraid to say no, for example. drake still takes launchpad for granted and deflects most anything that isn’t direct praise, but he knows LP isn’t stupid.

even with all their flaws, i think they really do make each other better. and yes, launchpad will ALWAYS be like a dad to gos. that’s not negotiable.

[tma-entity-song-poll]

Battle of the Fear Bands B2R4: The Corruption

BlackBoxWarrior:

“A song about a man struggling with his health (be it mental or physical). The song makes the treatment seem inhumane and just as terrifying as the initial problem. It’s almost like he’s getting sicker and sicker but just won’t die.”

Thermodynamic Lawyer:

““Disease is her primary language” - every line of this is filled with rot and disease and bugs and it’s 100% corruption.”

Lyrics below the line!

BlackBoxWarrior - OKULTRA:

Well he collapsed with Stevens-Johnson Syndrome on the E.R. floor Panic attacked, anaphylactic and ataxic The way he spun his butterfly risked all six his phalanges Roman candles at both ends in his synapses And the method with which he recycled his humors Trojan Horse'd his Blood-Brain Barrier and raised the LD-50, yes, yes And through flight-or-fight revelation shame the Black Box Warrior He skipped this town and headed straight down history Shields himself from reason in a Kevlar baby-blue Tuxedo Quilted from the finest fibers, flesh, and fiberglass, and flowers His ego a mosquito, evil incarnate good incognito Pops placebos for libido, screaming, "Bless the torpedoes"

For what? For what? For what it's worth If it was going to kill you boy, it would have by now For what? For what? For what it's worth There's no more looking back, it's looking up or looking down

Well, he was wearing stolen rubber shoes and wrapped a poison ivy noose Around his Lotus jugular when they came Well, they found him with a map to every victim of his love And a tattoo of a blue jay on his face And they waited for his vital signs to lie and let a flatline cry A hymn out in Hungarian Harmonic But he cocked his noggin, through his stoma sang, "For auld lang syne" "Happy birthday to the succulents, I'll die your hydroponics" His rib cage was a hornet's nest, palpitations set the beat His vagus nerve a turk's head knot, an axel hitch, a carrick bend He wondered if Christ Consciousness would charge a cancellation fee Auf wiedersehn, au revoir, he gripped his wits right by their ends

For what? For what? For what it's worth If it was going to kill you boy, it would have by now For what? For what? For what it's worth There's no more looking back, it's looking up or looking down

Hello, welcome, why don't you take a seat? Get comfortable, relax, take a second if you need to Now what's bothering you? Well, why don't we start at the beginning Growing up, how was your relationship with the fundamentals of conscious existence? Did you have xenon orchid sinews spilling down the outer center of your Blooming Escher/Mandelbrot head? And how about claustrophilic tendrils clapping caskets closed on seven-knuckle thumbs Did you get along well with the Gideon Bugler pineal glands? Your projector eyes casting sci-fi's on your STR'd strands? Tell me about your nerve to steal nerves of steel from under Bacchus' bloody nose Did Namibian Himbas tie-dye you, your ears pierced with a Phineas Gage flagpole Did you die before your day? Thursday traction, Tuesday titration My hope is to assess through my objective report of Your subjective conjecture Whether this proprietary bled of expertise and seasoning works as well as this Transorbital ice pick Holistic ballistics, you got a better idea? It's about the best we could come up with, what, you think ideas spread because they're good? No, they spread because people like them So now here we are once again, holding As it were, a mirror up to your mirror I guess it's just something people do

A bloody knife to split your infrastructure, wine to rev your motor function Coital machinations of the dead Well, you mainline your animus, karate chop your abacus And learn to be an animal instead But I never did think you better than this, your modus operandi causes Nazi/Skoptzyism and suicide Why to thine own self be true when it is you who are the problem Not the things you do but something sick inside Lithium and Dialectics, boy you really is defective CBT don't seem effective for that Cluster B, accept it Offer up your innocence, please ignore the side effects You've lost your mind and almost lost your life before So you'll be fine

For what? For what? For what it's worth If it was going to kill you boy, it would have by now For what? For what? For what it's worth There's no more looking back, and why would you want to look back? I mean, it's no good looking back, so try to look forward now For what? For what? For what it's worth If they were going to get you boy, they would have by now For what? For what? For what it's worth There's no more looking back, it's looking up or looking down…

Thermodynamic Lawyer Esq, G.F.D:

(I hold myself in contempt) Tearing the hair off a black baboon's skull Here's a bitch with some four-thousand names Vomiting lies through her theremin throat As some businessmen pick at her brains Pulls back skinny lips to reveal a proboscis Seems Seth Brindle's at it again Tears pages from spines as she judges the cover And shamelessly spoils the end Blood vessels drying and curling inside are Unfurling from out of her wrists Well, she wrings out a snake and collects all its poison Intending to learn it to hiss Foams at the mouth with a head full of acid And giving some poor illness the blame Knocking the pieces the fuck off the chessboard Insisting that she's won the game So all that I see absolute entropy As the chemical bonds fall apart Well, it seems she broke me But I swear she could not break my heart She could not break my heart, oh lord Makes up excuses for throbbing black bruises And uses them to her advantage Never came down from her last trip, oh Jesus Disease is her primary language Garbled and gruesome, her words so absurd Like a herd of transmissions from Apollo 13 No apology, I request misery So no rest 'til I've twisted her chest round my knee So squeal like a trolley wheel, cry like a baby With autism strapped to a ceiling fan Soil your visage with mucus and twisting of features unable to stand Buckle your knees looking up at me And beg me to spare thee the back of my hand For the sake of humanity, die of your blight We're blessed, you're barren as Mojave sands So all that I see absolute entropy As the chemical bonds fall apart Well, it seems she broke me But I swear she could not break my heart, whoa Now all that I see absolute entropy As the chemical bonds fall apart Well, it seems she broke me But I swear, she can go fucking die (kill yourself) You can go fucking die (kill yourself) Go fucking die (kill yourself) Kill yourself and go die

[divinecomedyproductions]

RWBY Saints of Remnant Notes: Arthur Gray(Watts); Mad Scientist, Unethical Businessman, and Conniving Rat

Part of The Emperor-Verse

Now this follows up my AU Jacques Schnee and SDC and my AU Adam Taurus, which focuses on their common foe, Dr. Arthur Gray aka Arthur Watts.

I honestly loved Arthur regardless of my gripes with the FNDM's appraisal of him, his design, personality, his color palette, and weapons(neat pistol and rings) hit all the right notes for me and I do feel he along the rest of WTCH didn't really meet their full potential from what I've seen, Cinder and Hazel I have more unorthodox ideas for.

But for Arthur? I feel like the 'Mad Scientist' thing wasn't explored enough, and back when this was a V3 reboot, I had Arthur manipulating Jacques into hating the Faunus(framing the White Fang for his wife's death) but now with the hard reboot and remember Arthur's motivation in canon got my noggin jogging

What if instead of the SDC being the corrupt big business, Arthur had his own mega corporation that was part of the corrupt North instead, and part of something even more sinister?

Thus, I came up with his AU Counterpart, Dr. Arthur Gray, genius roboticist, biologist, and CEO of GigaWatts Incorporated and The Grand Master of the Northern Rite of the mysterious Freemason-Like fraternal organization The Lumen Society ran by Grand Mistress, Professor Salem.

Basically, GWI has taken over most of Atlas in the sense of supplying companies with tech, their own high tech products ranging from domestic, law enforcement, security, and even medicine.

Even Atlas Council and top brass of Atlas military are hiring Arthur to develop their military tech. Despite James Ironwood's protests and continuous vouching for Dr. Polendina instead, who he is supporting in his own department.

Not to mention, the factories are known for unethical labor practices towards faunus, which gives Arthur brownie points for the anti-faunus sentiment in the North, along with countless of corporate CEOs vying to make deals with him and his seemingly wondrous technology.

And with the link to my AU Jacques Schnee link, this corporate machine is crushing smaller companies, SDC among them, under its grey steel boot

Basically, GigaWatts Incorporated is like OCP from Robocop

And even then that itself is nothing for the more unholy role it has for The Lumen Society, or its true name...

The satanic cult known as The Brotherhood Grimm. Whom Arthur's role is developing technology and occult research as they plot to resurrect The Black Empire that nearly destroyed the world in Ragnarok thousands of years ago with Salem as its Black Empress

But we'll get to that later

Arthur is currently tasked to recover an ancient ritual to “transcend” humans and Faunus into “The Grimmborne” or as Arthur calls “The Objective Man”(a reference to CS Lewis's That Hideous Strength)

And with Cinder infiltrating Beacon Academy as a teacher, Arthur finds a team he believe are suitable for experimentation. Though there is complications I will get to later.

He's the same as his Canon!Counterpart in many ways, snobbish, arrogant, passive aggressive(which I intend to show in the pissing contests he gets in with Jacques) but among some things, some which I will leave out for another post, he represents hyper-rationality, pragmatism and luciferian mind and the modern obsession to rationalize everything and destroy anything that can't.

"The poet only asks to get his head into the heavens. It is the logician who seeks to get the heavens into his head. And it is his head that splits." - GK Chesterton, Orthodoxy (1908)

You see, Dr. Gray hates personal and subjective feelings and certain emotions and the concept of the supernatural. He sees them as icky and disgusting things that sully intelligent and rational minds and their judgement of intelligence and "worthiness" instead of basing such things such as statistics, logistics, scientific method and what else he deems to be "real information", and he absolutely despises the concept of The Stoyteller and The Author Allfather as "Ancient Superstition" and he honestly hates both humans and faunus saying "both are subjective animals" which the Grimmborne aka "The Objective Man" shall replace.

He basically uses anti-faunus sentiment in the North to "keep the monkeys fighting each other" while he uses his tech and company as a means to get The Brotherhood's tentacles in The North

And when it comes to Jacques Schnee. There's very bitter history between the two, and Arthur may had some involvement with Mrs. Schnee's death. But Jack has no evidence. And even if he did, the majority councilmen and upper-class North are so corrupt Arthur is pretty much untouchable.

Now his allusion, he has two which is why I changed his last name.

His primary allusion is James Moriarty from the Sherlock Holmes novels, but his secondary allusion is The Rat King from The Nutcracker and rat, mousetraps, and mazes are recurring theme with him and his aesthetic along some steampunk. Cuz rats have grey fur and grey is Arthur’s primary color.

It’s also to note he is something of a connoisseur of wine and cheese.

But combining James Moriarty and The Rat King, Arthur also alludes Professor Ratigan of the children's novels The Great Mouse Detective which was also adapted into a Disney Movie(and one of my favorites), and like him, he hates being called a rat among other things, but I'll save that for the story.

and tidbits of Weston from CS Lewis’s Ransom Trilogy(Out of The Silent Planet, and Perelandra) and CA Rotwang from Metropolis but that will come later when I introduce his 'daughter' Maria Gray(which those who know the movie can guess who she is)

Now for his semblance, I call it "electrified malice" which he can channel his repressed disgust, resentment, rage, hate, distain, and while lotta suppressed emotions into lethal green electric energy which he can direct either everywhere from his body like a live wire or from his hands ala Sith Lightning(I mean he is like Palpatine in a way)

The problem is, once he focuses in either spot and his emotions are intense enough, he becomes drunk with his malice which in turn takes him a while to stop, which will cost him dearly in the long run.

You'll see.

[fading-heart-dummy]

well he collapsed with Stevens-Johnson Syndrome on the ER floor!!

panic attacked, anaphylactic and ataxis

well the way he spun his butterfly risked all six his phalanges

Roman candles at both ends in his synapses!!

And the method with which he recycled his humors

Trojan horse'd his blood-brain barrier and raised the LD-50, yes, yes

And through his fight or flight revelation shame the Black Box Warrior, he skipped this town and headed straight down history!

Shields himself from reason in a Kevlar baby-blue Tuxedo

Quilted from the finest fibers, flesh, and fiberglass, and flowers

His ego a mosquito, evil incarnate good incognito

Pops placebos for libido, screaming, "Bless the torpedoes"

For what? For what? For what it's worth

If it was going to kill you boy, it would have by now

For what? For what? For what it's worth

There's no more looking back, it's looking up or looking down

Well, he was wearing stolen rubber shoes and wrapped a poison ivy noose

Around his Lotus jugular when they came

Well, they found him with a map to every victim of his love

And a tattoo of a blue jay on his face

And they waited for his vital signs to lie and let a flatline cry

A hymn out in Hungarian Harmonic

But he cocked his noggin, through his stoma sang, "For auld lang syne"

"Happy birthday to the succulents, I'll die your hydroponics"

His rib cage was a hornet's nest, palpitations set the beat

His vagus nerve a turk's head knot, an axel hitch, a carrick bend

He wondered if Christ Consciousness would charge a cancellation fee

Auf wiedersehn, au revoir, he gripped his wits right by their ends

For what? For what? For what it's worth

If it was going to kill you boy, it would have by now

For what? For what? For what it's worth

There's no more looking back, it's looking up or looking down

Hello, welcome, why don't you take a seat?

Get comfortable, relax, take a second if you need to

Now what's bothering you? Well, why don't we start at the beginning

Growing up, how was your relationship with the fundamentals of conscious existence?

Did you have xenon orchid sinews spilling down the outer center of your

Blooming Escher/Mandelbrot head?

And how about claustrophilic tendrils clapping caskets closed on seven-knuckle thumbs

Did you get along well with the Gideon Bugler pineal glands?

Your projector eyes casting sci-fi's on your STR'd strands?

Tell me about your nerve to steal nerves of steel from under Bacchus' bloody nose

Did Namibian Himbas tie-dye you, your ears pierced with a Phineas Gage flagpole

Did you die before your day?

Thursday traction, Tuesday titration

My hope is to assess through my objective report of

Your subjective conjecture

Whether this proprietary bled of expertise and seasoning works as well as this

Transorbital ice pick

Holistic ballistics, you got a better idea?

It's about the best we could come up with, what, you think ideas spread because they're good?

No, they spread because people like them

So now here we are once again, holding

As it were, a mirror up to your mirror

I guess it's just something people do

A bloody knife to split your infrastructure, wine to rev your motor function

Coital machinations of the dead

Well, you mainline your animus, karate chop your abacus

And learn to be an animal instead

But I never did think you better than this, your modus operandi causes

Nazi/Skoptzyism and suicide

Why to thine own self be true when it is you who are the problem

Not the things you do but something sick inside

Lithium and Dialectics, boy you really is defective

CBT don't seem effective for that Cluster B, accept it

Offer up your innocence, please ignore the side effects

You've lost your mind and almost lost your life before

So you'll be fine

For what? For what? For what it's worth

If it was going to kill you boy, it would have by now

For what? For what? For what it's worth

There's no more looking back, and why would you want to look back?

I mean, it's no good looking back, so try to look forward now

For what? For what? For what it's worth

If they were going to get you boy, they would have by now

For what? For what? For what it's worth

There's no more looking back, it's looking up or looking down !!!

(I'm so sorry)

I have been looking at this to see what the reference is but I'm not cultured enough to see what-

[scriptospark]

Do you think because of the heavy sci-fi themes of Star Rail that the ending of the Stellaron Hunters story is gonna be really fucking painful? Like Issac Asimov kinda painful... Not deeply, I watched the movie again not that long ago and I was thinking about how the robot saved his life because he estimated that he had a better chance of survival than a little girl-- and then my brain started doing the thing where like what if Elio is a machine or some sort of creature developed to decide different outcomes, a doomsday predictor (they had that in an episode of Futurama, and I know it was based off something most likely but I'm too tired to look it up) but yeah Elio isn't just some rambling insane dude, but something that was created by Genius Society or Intelligentsia Guild-- but was determined a failed project, or dangerous. I don't know. Something just tells me that Elio is using the Hell out of the Stellaron hunters-- we already have heavy hints of VIKI's ideals from irobot when going through the Penacony plotline but there was no sign of Stellaron Hunters involvement there-- I don't have a single coherent thought except Kafka and the Stellaron Hunters being fear mongered into believing something is the "only logical" path being Elio's script and that the TB is a pawn, but brother it's all pain in my noggin and I haven't slept so idk feel free to build off this idea or correct my mistakes. I didn't look anything up and I'm going off memory and sci-fi movie and genre love overall rn.

[friendball-irl]

Well he collapsed with Stevens-Johnson Syndrome on the E.R. floor Panic attacked, anaphylactic and ataxic The way he spun his butterfly risked all six his phalanges Roman candles at both ends in his synapses And the method with which he recycled his humors Trojan Horse'd his Blood-Brain Barrier and raised the LD-50, yes, yes And through flight-or-fight revelation shame the Black Box Warrior He skipped this town and headed straight down history Shields himself from reason in a Kevlar baby-blue Tuxedo Quilted from the finest fibers, flesh, and fiberglass, and flowers His ego a mosquito, evil incarnate good incognito Pops placebos for libido, screaming, "Bless the torpedoes"

For what? For what? For what it's worth If it was going to kill you boy, it would have by now For what? For what? For what it's worth There's no more looking back, it's looking up or looking down

Well, he was wearing stolen rubber shoes and wrapped a poison ivy noose Around his Lotus jugular when they came Well, they found him with a map to every victim of his love And a tattoo of a blue jay on his face And they waited for his vital signs to lie and let a flatline cry A hymn out in Hungarian Harmonic

But he cocked his noggin, through his stoma sang, "For auld lang syne" "Happy birthday to the succulents, I'll die your hydroponics" His rib cage was a hornet's nest, palpitations set the beat His vagus nerve a turk's head knot, an axel hitch, a carrick bend He wondered if Christ Consciousness would charge a cancellation fee Auf wiedersehn, au revoir, he gripped his wits right by their ends

For what? For what? For what it's worth If it was going to kill you boy, it would have by now For what? For what? For what it's worth There's no more looking back, it's looking up or looking down

Hello, welcome, why don't you take a seat? Get comfortable, relax, take a second if you need to Now what's bothering you? Well, why don't we start at the beginning Growing up, how was your relationship with the fundamentals of conscious existence? Did you have xenon orchid sinews spilling down the outer center of your Blooming Escher/Mandelbrot head? And how about claustrophilic tendrils clapping caskets closed on seven-knuckle thumbs Did you get along well with the Gideon Bugler pineal glands? Your projector eyes casting sci-fi's on your STR'd strands?

Tell me about your nerve to steal nerves of steel from under Bacchus' bloody nose Did Namibian Himbas tie-dye you, your ears pierced with a Phineas Gage flagpole Did you die before your day? Thursday traction, Tuesday titration My hope is to assess through my objective report of Your subjective conjecture Whether this proprietary bled of expertise and seasoning works as well as this Transorbital ice pick

Holistic ballistics, you got a better idea? It's about the best we could come up with, what, you think ideas spread because they're good? No, they spread because people like them So now here we are once again, holding As it were, a mirror up to your mirror I guess it's just something people do

A bloody knife to split your infrastructure, wine to rev your motor function Coital machinations of the dead Well, you mainline your animus, karate chop your abacus And learn to be an animal instead But I never did think you better than this, your modus operandi causes Nazi/Skoptzyism and suicide Why to thine own self be true when it is you who are the problem Not the things you do but something sick inside

Lithium and Dialectics, boy you really is defective CBT don't seem effective for that Cluster B, accept it Offer up your innocence, please ignore the side effects You've lost your mind and almost lost your life before So you'll be fine

For what? For what? For what it's worth If it was going to kill you boy, it would have by now For what? For what? For what it's worth There's no more looking back, and why would you want to look back? I mean, it's no good looking back, so try to look forward now For what? For what? For what it's worth If they were going to get you boy, they would have by now For what? For what? For what it's worth There's no more looking back, it's looking up or looking down...

Yet another song I don't know 😔

[twisted-bee]

im going to bite you

OK WELL HERES THE LYRICS TO BLACKBOX WARRIOR - OKULTRA BY WILL WOOD FROM THE NORMAL ALBUM

Well he collapsed with Stevens-Johnson Syndrome on the E.R. floor Panic attacked, anaphylactic and ataxic The way he spun his butterfly risked all six his phalanges Roman candles at both ends in his synapses And the method with which he recycled his humors Trojan Horse'd his Blood-Brain Barrier and raised the LD-50, yes, yes And through flight-or-fight revelation shame the Black Box Warrior He skipped this town and headed straight down history Shields himself from reason in a Kevlar baby-blue Tuxedo Quilted from the finest fibers, flesh, and fiberglass, and flowers His ego a mosquito, evil incarnate good incognito Pops placebos for libido, screaming, "Bless the torpedoes"

For what? For what? For what it's worth If it was going to kill you boy, it would have by now For what? For what? For what it's worth There's no more looking back, it's looking up or looking down

Well, he was wearing stolen rubber shoes and wrapped a poison ivy noose Around his Lotus jugular when they came Well, they found him with a map to every victim of his love And a tattoo of a blue jay on his face And they waited for his vital signs to lie and let a flatline cry A hymn out in Hungarian Harmonic

But he cocked his noggin, through his stoma sang, "For auld lang syne" "Happy birthday to the succulents, I'll die your hydroponics" His rib cage was a hornet's nest, palpitations set the beat

His vagus nerve a turk's head knot, an axel hitch, a carrick bend He wondered if Christ Consciousness would charge a cancellation fee Auf wiedersehn, au revoir, he gripped his wits right by their ends

For what? For what? For what it's worth If it was going to kill you boy, it would have by now For what? For what? For what it's worth There's no more looking back, it's looking up or looking down

Hello, welcome, why don't you take a seat? Get comfortable, relax, take a second if you need to Now what's bothering you? Well, why don't we start at the beginning Growing up, how was your relationship with the fundamentals of conscious existence? Did you have xenon orchid sinews spilling down the outer center of your Blooming Escher/Mandelbrot head? And how about claustrophilic tendrils clapping caskets closed on seven-knuckle thumbs Did you get along well with the Gideon Bugler pineal glands? Your projector eyes casting sci-fi's on your STR'd strands?

Tell me about your nerve to steal nerves of steel from under Bacchus' bloody nose Did Namibian Himbas tie-dye you, your ears pierced with a Phineas Gage flagpole Did you die before your day? Thursday traction, Tuesday titration My hope is to assess through my objective report of Your subjective conjecture Whether this proprietary bled of expertise and seasoning works as well as this Transorbital ice pick

Holistic ballistics, you got a better idea? It's about the best we could come up with, what, you think ideas spread because they're good? No, they spread because people like them So now here we are once again, holding As it were, a mirror up to your mirror I guess it's just something people do

A bloody knife to split your infrastructure, wine to rev your motor function Coital machinations of the dead Well, you mainline your animus, karate chop your abacus And learn to be an animal instead But I never did think you better than this, your modus operandi causes Nazi/Skoptzyism and suicide Why to thine own self be true when it is you who are the problem Not the things you do but something sick inside

Lithium and Dialectics, boy you really is defective CBT don't seem effective for that Cluster B, accept it Offer up your innocence, please ignore the side effects You've lost your mind and almost lost your life before So you'll be fine

For what? For what? For what it's worth If it was going to kill you boy, it would have by now For what? For what? For what it's worth There's no more looking back, and why would you want to look back? I mean, it's no good looking back, so try to look forward now For what? For what? For what it's worth If they were going to get you boy, they would have by now For what? For what? For what it's worth There's no more looking back, it's looking up or looking down...

[freedfromthegalactichivemind]

Fanfic ideas I don't know if I'll actually get around to doing: (Followers tell me if you think any of these are interesting). Stray Hordak-idea I got a few days ago that I've pinged around the old noggin: I don't know if this one is safe to write because it feels like it might be a little lurid, might earn me the wrath of other, more coddling Hordak-stans... So, the idea is that a random Force Captain has done something grave. My idea was basically embezzlement, one of the guys in charge of the supply-lines nicking some of the supplies to sell on the black market for his own profit, meanwhile troops aren't getting their ration bars and armor and (in my darker than canon Etheria), this has caused deaths of troops. The offending Force Captain is found out and must be made an example of. It is not an offense that simply shuffling off to Beast Island will suffice for. Hordak basically needs to drive the fear of Prime into his troops, so he does a very public, mandatory-viewing torture-session on the guy. I don't want to make anything horribly grisly-detailed, more like, Hordak has loyal captains strap him between two poles so that he can deliver 10 lashes, followed by some prods with a stun-baton. The guy is not killed, but before being imprisoned, he does regret defying orders - and others know what Hordak will do to them if they ever get caught doing something so egregious. And... while third-person writing feels best for me, the entire thing is Hordak's POV, as in, while he is making a necessary example of a man who got greedy and who cost Horde-lives, he is, the entire time, not at all feeling comfortable with his actions. He does not like doing this stuff hands-on. He is having flashbacks to Prime - Prime's very personal pool-dunks and throat-grabs and other, similar off-screen stuff that Prime did to him and his brothers to lay down the law. Hordak is torn between this being the only way he knows how to lay down discipline and feeling personally uncomfortable with the up-close and personal nature of it. It's set pre-series proper (like, Adora and Catra are little kids, dunno if they'll be made to watch, probably), and this is basically when Hordak decides to be less personal in his discipline - to order others to do such things, to use things like the air-machine. I sort of want to do something exploring Hordak having a budding conscience, but also being ruthless - like, there is a reason why he's in the position that he's in at the start of the series, but there's also the poor sad-man indoctrinated/conflicted bat-clone, there, too. The other idea I have is a thing I've had for-freakin' ever. It's an Angella-idea. It ends with rescue, but it is Angella's experience trapped between dimensions. (You can basically come up with anything for that, ranging from "shred-across-spacetime-she's-totally-dead" to "maybe she's living an alternate life with her happy family in that happiness-world), but this idea takes direct inspiration from the SCP Foundation. I've seen an animated lore-video about The Red Reality. It features a researcher who gets sucked into a void-dimension and the "red" part of it comes from a machine that got sucked in with him that has a red blinking light. He uses this machine, the one sight / sense in the entire place as an attempted sanity-beacon as he wanders endlessly. Attempts at rescue in his case do not go well and eventually he is unraveled by the "low-reality" aspects of the void-realm. I'll not have that happen to Angella, but I do want to explore a bit of going mad from isolation and countermeasures against it - and the idea that she could have only survived with her mind intact because she is an immortal being, that is, if she were an actual mortal human, she would have lost her mind completely. In other words, when she comes back and recovers, she has some data for Entrapta.

[danganronpasurvivoraskblog]

Mono’s on a Mission.

Monotaro, a-are you sure you’re going the right way?

Well, usually I’d take a different route...But with all the doors and vent shafts shut, I’m trying to find my way around.

Don’t worry, I’m pretty sure I know how to get back to the lab, just follow me!

Uuugh...This had better be good.

...

What the hell’re we even tryin’ for anyway!? Those yoikers yoinked the yoinked bomb we yoinked and we ended up with jack fuckin’ nothing!

That, brother, is what we’re tryin’ t’ find out! It’s why we gotta get to the lab and contact the boss lady!

Though if you want my guess...I think Shirogane’s takin’ a hostage.

A hostage? You mean...?

The only person who got locked up in here is Kaede Akamatsu. I think’s Shirogane’s keepin’ her ‘ere to lure the FF into a trap.

The hell you sayin’!? The Future Foundation ain’t gonna bust their asses just to save one little girl!

You’re just saying that because you want to eat her, aren’t you?

What gave you that idea!?

UUUGH! Monotaro! That is the THIRD TIME we’ve walked through this doorway!

It is!?

MONOTARO. DO-YOU-NOT-

ABUBUBUBUBUH! How dare you even SPEAK, you broken toaster!

...

Monosuke, don’t be so mean! Monodam is only trying to help.

His “help” is the only reason we’re IN this fucking situation! He had the bomb right in the palm o’ his hand, and he let Akamatsu slip it away from ‘im!

Well...it’s not like he had fingers?

Seriously! The one thing that makes you mildly useful is yer’ rocket boosters, and you can’t even use that shit correctly!

...I...

*THUD!*

AACK!?

Don’t listen to him Monodam. If you have something to suggest, go ahead.

THEN we’ll judge you on it’s usefulness or not.

...THANK-YOU.

MONOTARO. IF-I-AM-NOT-MISTAKEN, DID-YOU-NOT-USE-A-MAP-EARLIER-TO-FIND-THE-RESOURCE-ROOM?

Huh? Uh...yeah?

DID-YOU-MISPLACE-THE-MAP-AT-ANY-POINT?

No, I still have it!

...!?

...!?

...!?

...!?

AND...YOU-AREN’T-USING-IT...WHY-EXACTLY?

...Huh?

IF-WE-USE-THE-MAP, WE-CAN-FIND-THE-MAIN-LAB-WITHOUT-ANY-TROUBLE.

...Hey, you’re right! Ah! There’s using your noggin’

Oh for fuck-GIMME!

Hey!

*Monosuke swipes the map from Monotaro when he pulls it out.

Alright, everyone follow me.

At LAAAST! Just hurry up and get the fuckin’ moniter on!

*Monophanie and Monotaro on command power up the large monitor in the corner of Ando’s lab. Within a few seconds, it starts a call.

...Hello?

Yo, Boss Lady! It’s us!

Oh good. You remembered to call me in case of emergency’s. I’ve been waiting for you.

Yeah, about that. What’s the big idea? The lab’s been locked down and we can barely move about as much as we used to!

Don’t worry. I was waiting for you to contact me, then I was planning on raising the shutters on the interior doors.

INTERIOR? AM-I-TO-TAKE-IT-YOU-DON’T-INTEND-TO-OPEN-THE-MAIN-DOORS?

No. Nor do I plan on lifting the defensive plating. Not until Kaede Akamatsu is dead.

Wait...until she’s dead? You mean you didn’t lock her in here because you wanted a hostage?

No. I don’t care for hostages unless they’re on my target list. Speaking of which, the reason I wanted to contact you is because of exactly that.

With Ando gone, your job as his retainers and helpers has gone with him. If we ever recapture him, I might reemploy you in a pinch, but...

Uh...Shirogane...If I may?

Didn’t you tell us that you planned to have us assist with Danganronpa Survivor?

WHEN it happens. Leave the setup to me. Even with all the setbacks, we’re coming very close.

But I will tell you this much. Survivor will NEVER succeed, so long as Kaede Akamatsu is still alive. There’s no way she’s getting out of that lab, so do whatever it takes to make sure she perishes.

I-FAIL-TO-SEE-HOW-ONE-GIRL’S-DEATH-CAN-DICTATE-WHETHER-OR-NOT-DANGANRONPA-SURVIVOR-GOES-THROUGH-OR-NOT.

Never you mind the logistics, just trust me. You’ll also be glad to know that I’m currently working on getting you-know-what powered up and prepared.

R-Really!? We finally get to-!?

Why didn’t you just do that in the first place!?

There was no need for them. The original purpose of those machines was to keep lore and order, but given that law and order was usually kept in those labs, I didn’t see the need.

Then how come we didn’t get these hours ago when the FF stormed the lab!?

I didn’t know about that until later. Sorry, you can blame Akira’s incompetence for that one.

Akira, off-screen: Sorrryyyy~

Jesus Christmas...

Awright, whatever’s. We’ll do it. But what’s in it for us?

Yeah, we’ve been locked in here like prisoners for who knows how long now? Don’t we deserve some kind of reward?

After it’s done...! Haven’t I already made lots of promises to you Kubs? I promise I’ll follow through with all of them once this is all settled.

A promise is a promise! And if she promised, she can’t break it!

Fair enuf...We’ll see it done Boss Lady.

Good. And one more thing...

Yeah?

DON’T...disappoint me...

*Tsumugi ends the call.

Well, we got a while before our babies come online, so I guess we wait for now.

MAN! SCREW THAT! Shirogane wants this over and done with, and the longer we wait, the more chance Future Foundation has gettin’ in here!

What part of the door’s being totally impenetrable went over your head!?

But the Future Foundation are crafty! If we attack Akamatsu now, we’ll catch her by surprise!

Don’t worry! I got a plan!

Oho...YOU’VE got a plan?

YEP! I sure do! Jus’ watch and learn fella’s! I’ll bring back her head on a stick by sundown!

A-ABOUT-THAT...

*Monodam raises his voice.

What is it now?

NO. IT’S-NOTHING. IT-IS-JUST...

Just what Monodam?

Yeah, spit it out.

ARE-WE-ABSOLUTELY-SURE-THIS-IS-GOING-TO-BE-AS-EASY-AS-WE-THINK?

What’re you sayin’? We kill people all the time. It’s basically our job to torture people.

YES. THAT-IS-TRUE. BUT-BACK-THEN, WE-HAD-THE-PROTECTION-OF-THE-KILLING-GAME-RULES. NOW-WE-DON’T.

WE-CAN-FIGHT-KAEDE-AKAMATSU, BUT-SHE’S-MORE-THAN-CAPABLE-OF-FIGHTING-US-BACK. I-FEAR-IF-WE-GET-COCKY, SHE-MAY-DESTROY-US-ALL.

I-DO-NOT-WANT-TO-LOSE-YOU-ALL-AGAIN, NOT-AFTER-EVERYTHING.

Hrrgh...

Stop growling Monosuke. Monodam...kind of has a point. I mean, most humans can’t fly...

Yeah, I mean...Kaede Akamatsu’s a lot stronger than I remember her being...Then again, my memory’s pretty bad, so...

Your memory is fine in this case Monotaro. But it’s not like we could have ever known how strong she really was back then. Like Monodam said, no one thought to attack us because they didn’t have the strength or the gear, or the power in general.

Hey, what’s with you guy’s gettin’ cold feet over this!? What’s gotten up your crack Monodam!?

I...

[Flashback]

I’m gonna stick to the mission and get these bombs dismantled. If you and your siblings turn back and don’t come after me from this point on…Then…

*sigh* I promise I’ll spare you. We don’t have to see each other ever again.

I-SIMPLY-FEEL-IF-WE-DO-NOT-PROVOKE-KAEDE-AKAMATSU, SHE-WILL-NOT-ATTACK-US-IN-TURN. IT-MAY-BE-OPTIMAL-FOR-OUR-SURVIVAL-NOT-TO-START-A-FIGHT-WITH-HER.

Like...a bee?

I-SUPPOSE.

Oh, so your plan is to just...ignore Shirogane’s orders. REAAAL smart of ya...

THAT-IS-NOT-AT-ALL-WHAT-I...

Well what DID ya mean?

...

Fuck this...Monokid, whatever plan you’ve got, just go for it. If you need us to do anythin’, just say the word.

Keeheeheehee! Oh, bro...There’s only one thing I want you to do.

Sit back and enjoy the performance!

[richardsondavis]

I want to go back to Reddit. I want to see what they are saying, if what they're saying is true.

Why change your opinion? No, you won't change your opinion. Best case is you'll feel like shit.

Hmmm, I guess so. It's the curiosity.

Yes, I understand yet we both know that they will not be giving you any favors. Glad that one person there said that Viz isn't localization cause it is just the in-house version of Shueisha. I believe we call that confirmation bias.

Hence why I want to go back!!!

You deleted your account. Most likely that post got deleted as well.

I see. I'd like to believe that.

Please do, Richardson. Your peace of mind is important. You are insignificant in this world.

...

Hmmm?

Just checked my post, it's still up. Most of my replies get downvoted. One of the things I got was that you have to just leave the official translation world. But these fuck still call officials localization and the unofficials translation. What did I expect?

Told you. Great question I have though is what is the matter? Now that these ideas are gonna live rent free in your head. No, how presumptuous of me. Please explain to me how the entire post makes you feel.

Thank you. So I made my reddit post with no ill-intent, just good natured questions.

So I got my replies and they all start how I imagined it. Localization is a disease, learn Japanese. That it exists and the only way to avoid it is to get off the grid. To not give these companies money, if it is my will. That one feels like a "If you don't follow us, we'll berate you" kind of thing.

That just really fucks with me. Perhaps it is all in my noggin.

So I'd like to break down the various comments I got.

First comment talks about how localization is now embedded in Western society, and that the best way to combat this is to raise awareness using social media and that money talks no matter what. In hindsight, I should've done something of the sort when I was reading Machimaho. Missed opportunity. I made a reply to that raise awareness using social media comment. I pointed out that Kimetsu no Yaiba made a lot of sales for it's final volume. Which I believe insinuates that what Viz is doing and by contrast, the "localizers" is okay. I don't agree with that sentiment, not one bit. Later on there's something that I like that I'd like to address.

Next comment is a guy that says that all official translations are localizations, without a doubt. That the best way to live is not give them money and get off the grid and purchase the Japanese ones and learn Japanese, cut out the middle man and told me to laugh at the faces of the "scanlators". I somewhat agree with this one save for the laugh at scanlators part cause that's just rude and I don't really want to be rude. In hindsight, Chainsaw Man, Dandadan and Call of the Night are all series I can get digitally and pirate it. It does hurt my eyes at times cause you know, screens and all that but I really feel quite regretful for purchasing the series. The folks at r/MangaCollectors do feel the same, I will reckon. Even Tumblr has beef with official translations every now and then.

I didn't really agree fully with the guy but he had an interesting take that I will want to take it into consideration. It's a bit strong yet tame.

Some guy replied that machine translations are what he prefers unironically and that he claims that the official translators are using machine translation as well to make their work. Might as well cut the middle man. Said like an asshole, I'll admit. I don't like this comment. It's the "I will leave official translations and I'll probably judge you if you avail them in my presence" crowd. They also call all official translations unironically "localization". Truly appalling, in my honest opinion.

My reply is if there is a way we can find a compromise. I didn't really want to leave official translations fully cause I know full well I will gravitate towards that thing back and then again. Of course, in r/KotakuinAction fashion, I got downvoted and the reply to that is that if I really wanted to make a difference then I should stop giving them money. I'm not gonna give Seven Seas a single centavo, that's for sure. The only ones I'll truly avail is Viz and Kodansha and Yen Press. That is still giving money to the evil English localizers but it's a sacrifice I am willing to make. Pretty sure the latest Viz series hasn't seen any of these mistranslations or open interpretations. Well, the latest that I know of being Dandadan so I have yet to see it.

IT'S SETTLED!!! I'M GONNA KEEP COLLECTING MANGA!!! FUCK WHAT THEY SAY!!! I LOVE READING AND I WILL JUST DO WHAT WORKS FOR ME!!!

Next comment makes a distinction between the good faith localization, where translating idioms to the nearest possible language (in this case English) and still makes sense and be accurate and bad localization where there's an idiom that has no equal translation to English then they initiate this bad faith injection of their own personal views. Seven Seas has lost me, to be honest. I wholeheartedly refuse to even get their series, pirate it even. Waste of space and time.

Next comment says that they wouldn't blame me for doing so. Made a claim that fan translations are superior and will always be. Got 8 upvotes. Of course they would prefer the fan translations, as predicted by that particular dude's blog I read a while back. Basically, the modern otaku should remember their roots. Roots being fan translations and scanlations and all that. Very inflammatory, I will say.

Made a reply to the reddit comment. Asked if it would be disingenuous. And I got 0 upvotes. Not negative though so that's a plus.

Next one asks if the one talking to him is the author or someone else? He would like the someone else to be as far away as possible.

I then asked him if he would consider that translated works as someone just telling you about the thing in general as disingenuous.

He said two things, first an analogy about pizza in a Chinese buffet. The "localizers" are looking to make a Chinese buffet with only pizza. I am most certain, that to this person, the Chinese buffet will always be the scanlation and fan translations. He will never call these localizations cause they're not shit, according to him. Very reductive.

But a good analogy. I find Seven Seas to be the pizza here. The Chinese buffet being the three I avail, Kodansha, Yen Press and Viz. Of course, if I say this then I'll be labeled and downvoted. Thankfully, I wouldn't have to handle that baggage.

Then the second thing is that he finds that translation is just how someone else would tell the thing to you as extremely disingenuous and to be honest I kinda agree with him. I would presume that this person would avail scanlations yet they are also a way for how the ideas are conveyed, that another person is going to be translating it and will be presented to the world. I just find that that is someone else telling me what the work in general. What I take from this comment is that we would both agree on the idea that learning Japanese is the best way to go here.

Alright, next comment is a dude saying that current translations are the only ones he refers to as "localization." He talks about games translation next and frankly I couldn't care less. I don't like JRPGs.

Next is the best two replies I agree with and is really very open. I'll just post them both here to preserve the context.

The first one is basically similar to my case-by-case basis approach. I have the time to read and will decide for myself.

The second dude says it all. Hoo-fucking-rah!

Then the last comment is talking about how localization is necessary to some degree. The kind of thing that gets you upvotes on r/animecirclejerk or something. Some dude replies that Japanese can't be translated one-on-one but that got replied with it can be. The last comment thread is a doozy.

So there's my thoughts on these ones.

Very fine.

Of course these are all sorted by best so the first ones are the most upvoted. Place is an echo chamber but has great takes. I wouldn't consider this a loss but thankfully I've gotten myself out before I fucking oof myself. Heh.

Interesting take my friend. Glad you got it all out.

Thanks.

Now, rest and be an individual. Make your own decisions. Besides, you aren't harming anyone.

I would like to get Lore Olympus.

Goddamnit!

[blubushie]

Good evening (or time of day/night), Monsieur Blu,

I was going to suggest a dictation machine for the handwriting-sucks thing (very very relatable, might I add. Fuck writing by hand, I might actually have to look into dyspraxia now. Never thought to look into it despite my autism), but promptly remembered just who I'm suggesting this to. So dictation machine is a bust, but your typewriting idea could definitely work.

I document bits of my life as well. Not that I live a particularly important life, which I am fine with. But between the loose screws and memory problems because of adhd and autism, typing things out has helped me keep track of myself so much better.

It's a form of self care for me, in a way. I get to write things out, in full detail, completely honestly. I write things the way they are, instead of how I'd recount the events to say, a therapist. Or my mother. No matter who I'm talking to, they never get the full picture. I'd say my mother gets the most detail out of everyone I talk to, but there are some things I don't share with even her. That I don't share with anyone, that I've never even said out loud. And that's ok.

But sometimes I forget the whole picture myself, because I'm always rehearsing (autism thing) which stories I'm going to tell to who, and I lose track of the details I choose to leave out for everyone. So I can truly fully process things once I've got it down.

I typically have to be in the correct mindset to write, as to me, it is still an art form, and that takes up a lot of energy, of which I do not have much. I don't write things every day, I'd probably burn myself out if I did. Every once in a while, I'll take a long ass bath and write until I become a shriveled prune. Maybe have a drink and dim the lights. It's great. It's peak vulnerability, to me. I am naked, comfortable in a warm bath, nobody will ever disturb me, because who the hell would walk in on someone taking a bath. It's rare to truly be able to be alone with my thoughts, constantly living with others, in a town.

I cherish self reflection. Understanding myself and how I view the world is my most reliable way of navigating my surroundings and, well, myself. I am easily overwhelmed. Simply existing is difficult for me. I like knowing what's rockin around in my noggin. It helps.

I am also into the whole wishy washy pretentious philosophical stuff, and it's always nice to indulge in some pondering. Even if it's abstract and not something I'd ever experience face to face, it's a great tool of self expression.

I do keep a lot of my ramblings in a secure place, for I am... pretty sure I could get incarcerated or sent back to psych ward if some of it ever got in the hands of other people. So yeah, definitely keep these things somewhere where people wont just stumble into it.

All of this to say: If you ever find the time to get that typewriter and to get ink and paper and perhaps a dossier for the papers, I'd say, go for it. It's worth trying out, and you might come to like it. And even if you don't particularly feel overjoyed and ecstatic to write down how you've had to extract handfulls of burrs from Misty's coat, it's still something to do. And maybe in the future, you'll read back on some of the things you've written, and you'll enjoy it. Feel pride in your way of living.

But between the loose screws and memory problems because of adhd and autism, typing things out has helped me keep track of myself so much better.

This. I must have five or ten post-it notes in Matilda at all times. I leave them everywhere. "Buy salt" hanging above the sink, "dunny roll" on the bathroom sink, "Check doovalacky" on the dash. I have no idea what doovalacky I was supposed to check.

I do keep a lot of my ramblings in a secure place, for I am... pretty sure I could get incarcerated or sent back to psych ward if some of it ever got in the hands of other people.

Fucking mood.

And even if you don't particularly feel overjoyed and ecstatic to write down how you've had to extract handfulls of burrs from Misty's coat, it's still something to do.

They're usually bindis (which are 50x worse) but it's definitely something to do, and my worst enemy is boredom.