#one day i'll post proper art of her. today is not that day

[blood-bagz]

Came from a pair of testicles, call me a Ballspawn Got some inspo from @oathbreakerapologist's awesome white on black sketches. Go look at them. And his dark urge rocks

[annawayne]

Annaaaaaaaaaaaaaa T^T I hope you're doing alright today! Did you bake anything new recently!

For the writer's ask btw: 1, 4, 5, 8, 12, 14, 15, 23, 27 :3

Do it, tell me all about it! And I hope you have a great week :3 Thank you for blessing us with all your beautiful art and love T^T

Moon, hello (⁠｡⁠･⁠ω⁠･⁠｡⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠♡

Thank you a lot for asking, and OH MY, that's a lot, but don't get me wrong, I appreciate your interest a lot T^T

Let me first tell you about baking: I baked only the plum pie recently, and it's already gone... But I plan to bake pumpkin muffins with orange cream soon :3

As for the questions:

1 - the last sentence you wrote

I've already answered this one a bit earlier here, but as I got around to answer your question, here's another sentences that I actually wrote the last one:

"I wonder, why can’t we notice… until we’ve lost it already?"

👀

4 - a story idea you haven’t written yet

Oh, I have this one story idea in my mind, based on this one art...

Can't say much without spoilering , but this story has some angsty development. Like, very angsty.

Other than this, it's also a story about how AruAni met and fell in love, so some kind of strangers to lovers, with a lot of immediate attraction and interest, all set in Switzerland, 1911.

The caption in the original post - "It was the love at first sight" - is a leitmotif of this whole story.

I've been thinking about it while working on this drawing, and I didn't consider writing it, but the more time passes - the more I think that, eventually, I'll write it...

5 - first sentence of the fifth paragraph of an unpublished WIP

Uhm... Well, I think, the chapter 10 of MYLYSW counts for now, yes? If yes, so here we are:

"How to breathe without feeling the burden of the mission to be fulfilled; how to sleep without all the images of the world through the eyes of others; how to say a word without feeling obliged to remember a promise to come back; how to look at the sun and see in it the beauty of another day borning out of the velvet darkness of the night into the golden sunrise, and not to cross out another twenty-four hours out of one hundred and thirteen thousand nine hundred fifty-five hours of defined expiration of her."

Me and my damn love for the long sentences...

8 - if you had to write a sequel to a fic, you’d write one for…

Oh, good question! I don't really have a lot of fics, but I think I would love to write for Neverland of (Our) Desires, the Fort Salta oneshot-sequel, where AruAni are caught in feelings and have an awkward-silly conversation about their boat *adventure*, with all these emotions and feelings of having the life ahead of them and not knowing what to do with it... Oh well, oh well, such a potential 🤌

12 - a trope you’re really into right now

Hm... Honestly, I've been into Forbidden Love or Star-crossed Lovers tropes recently...

It's quite canonical AruAni, to be honest, and I just love to think about it in different AUs and canon-compliant too, so yes, I would say these ones! And here a remark, that Forbidden Love/Star-crossed Lovers don't mean that it's a tragic ending - more like obstacles and a lot of angst, which challenge the characters and their love, and how it all develops within the plot.

14 - where do you get your inspiration?

You know, I thought I had a proper answer for it, but when I started typing it, I realized, that, in fact, I don't.

If I'm totally honest - I don't think I even have something special as "inspiration". I have ideas that pop up in my mind on their own, and then, I turn them into story or a moment in the fic, but I never particularly searched for it. I suppose, it's also a consequence of my constant art and literature involving, where I read/observe/study something, so I have this almost never-stopping source of new experience and knowledge, which leads to ideas and inspiration to create my own stories/drawings.

So, I think that my inspiration is constant studying and sources of knowledge.

15 - favorite weather for writing

Answered here :3

23 - pick three keywords that describe your writing

Moon, what a question *sigh*... Let's say:

evocative, raw and poetic

I thought of what to answer you on this particular question because it's a bit difficult for me to evaluate my own writing style, but I also remembered the words I received about it (including your wonderful feedback), and I guess, it helped me to pick these particular keywords.

27 - your favorite part of the writing process

Answered here, too :3

Thank you a lot for your interest and support, Moon, I wish you all the best and take care🖤

[kafus]

my friend who passed away was the friend who got me that event pichu exclusive to IRL movie theaters in south korea that i mentioned a while back. his name was Riku

he passed away in the early morning of the 22nd (21st in my timezone). he was in his early 20s and had just moved out on his own and it was way too soon for him to go. just a week or two ago i was watching the kaika and vwp gensho concerts with him at 4 in the morning. he was around literally everyday - me and my friends found out about his death so soon because we were concerned that he was gone for just one day, and on the second day we reached out to one of his IRL friends to find out where he was. he was often in the hospital so i was hoping he was just afk for a particularly long time in the hospital and he would send a picture of his iv drip and the ceiling like he always did. i could not have imagined this would be the time he didn't make it. it is going to be weird not hearing from him literally everyday like i have been for the past 2-3 years. i am really struggling with this, i have had friends pass away but never any this close to me. i'm trying to keep myself together for his sake

leave it to me to process strong emotions through pokemon i guess but i loaded up SV to give the pichu the best friends ribbon so it says "the Great Friend" when sent out. i can't nickname it due to the fateful encounter flag but i've given him the name Anemo in my mind at least since our main shared interest that we met over was Kamitsubaki, and his favorite singer was Isekaijoucho, and the flower things in her hair are called Anemos (short for Anemones) and i thought naming him in a small way after something he loved and an interest we shared would benice

i also did a nuzlocke a while back where i had some special rulings to do with naming all my encounters after my friends from the friend group me and riku were in - the pokemon everyone got assigned were random and decided by spinning a wheel, and riku ended up being my flygon that came to the E4 and everything

i wasn't planning on ribbon mastering any pokemon from that playthrough, but now i really want to RM this flygon specifically. transfer him up and take him with me yknow

riku was not a pokemon fan in particular, but it was something we shared/bonded over - he used to ping me whenever he saw art of any kamitsubaki character with pokemon, and he went out of his way to celebrate that interest with me, even thru our language barrier

his favorite musician of all time was Kanzaki Iori, and some months ago he put out a call for fans to send him pictures he could use in the youtube videos for some cover songs he was doing. riku submitted photos, and on two occasions his photos were actually included - we didn't share pictures of ourselves or our real life often, so these were some of his rare photos of his real life presence

i can't stop listening to these. i cannot imagine how many times he listened to them himself. he was so happy about his photos being in these videos

i'll make a more proper memorial post at a later time (i want to draw something dedicated to him) but i just sort of wanted to ramble about this to get some thoughts out of my head in a public space. riku didn't have a ton of people in his IRL life and we were just friends over the internet but i want him to be remembered and i want my feelings today to be saved somewhere. eventually it'll get easier but for now it's still really raw

[getitoffyourchestofficial]

hi this is a lot im sorry. i love to say words and dump shit that upsets me with no real correlation. my bad /gen (genuine) (idk if you know tone indicators im sorry ough)

you dont really Have to cook up a proper response to this i just need to put it somewhere where i wont immediately get piles of advice that i cant use. i know its well-meaning but ultimately the whole situation is ou of anyones control

(also putting this 🎪 here so i can try to find it later)

im stuck in a sisyphean nightmare of a weekly cycle: i have a good day -> my mood skyrockets -> i have a bad day -> my mood plummets -> rinse and repeat. at this point i think it might be a mental condition bc something doesnt even really have to Ruin My Day, i just have to face a minor inconvenience and then suddenly im all doom-and-gloom depression for 3-5 business days before springing back up as if nothing ever happened to do it all again. my mom says i might have bpd or bipolar disorder (i always get the two confused) because she has it and we just havent seen anyone about it, mostly because we dont have the money to see any doctors most of the time. i also kinda dont wanna have either of them? not in like an asshole way but in a these-people-face-stigma-that-i-dont-know-if-i-can-emotionally-handle way. in a im already queer and fat and poor and disabled in multipled ways and overall unsavory to neurotypicals/cishets/Default Settings way. yknow

todays inciting incident was a shitty shitty halloween carnival that didnt even have the thing i was excited for, didnt have any food, had lines that were miles long (hyperbole), was too hot, and i only got 8 shitty halloween things from -- half of which were lollipops, with half of those just being the same 2 flavors but Again. we stayed for 2 hours before my mom decided she didnt wanna be out of the house anymore as usual. i cant be too mad at her because shes mentally ill in the direction of "i dont want to go anywhere because my anxiety will spike" but unfortunately im mentally ill in the direction of "if i cannot leave the house to Do Things at my own pace at least once a week i will fall into a deep depression" so we clash pretty bad most of the time. this was also following multiple minor inconveniences mind you. and was also trailed by multiple minor inconveniences. it just has not gone well. this halloween is just shaping up to suck bc i was supposed to have a whole party but we had money issues so it had to be cut down to just 2 people for a sleepover, then one of them went out to see his grandma in another state and the other is apparently in the fucking hospital right now??? at least according to his posts. and i cant blame them for these either! schedules conflict and sometimes you go to the Fuckig Hosital. its out of anyones control but it still feels like shit. so its looking like my only shot at having any fun this halloween is the trunk-or-treat at my school and idk if im even allowed to go bc i had to drop out for mental health reasons and they told me i wasnt allowed on school grounds anymore. idk if that applies here. which btw. way to make a depressed kid feel worse. you can NEVER come to this high school again or we'll ARREST YOU. fuckin bullshit. BUT thats off topic the synopsis is that this halloween sucks so far and i dont really expect it to get better which extra sucks bc im turning 18 next year and i dont wanna let this be the last hurrah for my number one favorite holiday. i cant host fucking parties for my friends after then. im gonna be busy trying to fuck off to the other end of the country. i wont have TIME for it. idk. it sucks. this sucks. fuck art and fuck you /ref (reference) /nbh (nobody here)

Ik you don't want advice for this so I'll just put it on the blog.

And idk if you want it but here's a tea

☕

[the-bugsnax-journalists]

Alright, little sneak peak!

Although I wanted to finish the piece today, a few things happened that got in the way (hence why I'm posting this, well, this late) That being said though, I have finished the line art of the Journalists as I had promised, and since I wanted to at least post something, I'll post this! Some silhouettes of the characters in question!

Although the first is, well, pretty obvious who it is, I still wanted to make more than just one, and I thought to base them off the colors you can choose yourself while in-game! (Which is why I'm sticking for a reasoning of why the blue is blue and pink lol)

That being said though, under the cut I will write a few things for each of them ahead of time! Thought to make it a week thing where each day I expand a little more on them but that's too long lol, so instead I decided to write little summaries for each of them! Relationships and such will play into them at a later time when I post each one by one with more expanded upon details!

"Buddy" ~~~~ The Main Journalist (They/Them)

The first oc I made for the game, who I've decided to keep nameless since I can't quite stick to one single name lol. That being said, there is so much I haven't been able to really say about them, despite my brain thinking up SO many ways to tell them to you all! Sadly though, life got in the way so I guess we're sticking with text instead!

First and foremost, Buddy is mute. The reason for this is because they speak through signs and recorders. (Think of it like cartoons, were silent characters speak through signs and what have you.) The reason for this is actually because of a movie I saw in my childhood. Idk if any of y'all know about "Tadeo Jones", but one of their movies was the one I had watched through and the bird in it spoke through signs soooo yeah!

Of course, I made it so they naturally defy the laws of gravity as much as they can, to the dismay of the others- but there's more to it and such, I will post the relationship charts and such when the full pictures get released! For details regarding their backstory, I'll focus on those when we get there, but I will say this: Their family is aware of the Triplicate.

"Cleomie Worncloth" ~~~~ The Barista with a part time job (He/Him)

The second OC is part of a duo (the second half being the 4th Journalist) that I made after I had been here for quite a few. Most of you folks may or may not actually have seen their old designs! But I decided to revamp them a little bit, for the sake of my eyes and my MUCH NEEDED redesign era lmao. That being said though, I guess I should go about their usual thing.

Originally they weren't a Journalist OC, but I decided to go ahead and slap them here since in the end they would have ended up in this predicament. But basically, his schtick is rather simple. He likes to blend Bugsnax and turn them into Syrups and use them to make new drinks. Mostly as an experiment effort, of course. They want to expand their horizons of cuisine for the family cafe owned by their folks, and to get a quicker method of going around the world, he took up Journalism! That being said though, he isn't exactly the most social outside of their work, so when they aren't taking interviews and such, they usually spend time in their little corner, awaiting Bugsnax to be sent to them by their friend."

"Cottontail Tinkerlot" ~~~~ The Engineer with a dream (She/Her)

Now this one, THIS one I never really got to draw proper myself. Mostly duo to lack of motivation and such. BUT now that I finally have the time to do so, I get to properly give her a design! Mostly made for a roleplay between friends, she finally comes out of the shadows and into her own spotlight!

Cottontail as an engineer wants to create robots that can assist and support people across the globe with her energetic attitude and outgoing vigor, enough to either revitalize those that see her, or get a migraine. That being said though, why WOULD she be a journalist? Why, to document the discoveries of the scientific world of course! With her reports being mostly on the fields of robotics and such, Cottontail got inspired to take up the wrench herself, and is now on the island to see if any material can be used to create her dreams into reality!

"Ridamin Northshiver" ~~~~ The Geologist who probably broke something again- (Trans FtM - They/Them)

Alright, THIS one was the second duo to the 2nd Journalist. The reason for their design was rather simple actually. Much like how Floofty is missing a leg, I thought it interesting to go about designing a character with a prosthetic leg. (Hence the difference on the leg on the silhouette). Of course, I wanted him to be unique from Floofty, so I decided to go with a unique route with him:

Much like Cleomie, they weren't originally going to be a Journalist, but my mind decided to say "Screw it!" and go with it anyway! That being said though, Ridamin was going to originally be a Geologist. And while Cleomie still kept their previous title technically, with Ridamin it's a bit difficult to mix them together, right? WRONG! ..Probably-

The way I'm going to go about it is rather simple, Ridamin's family (much like Triffany) was full with people who worked in the historic field, but rather than being an Archeologist, they were Geologists! (I know, REAL smart way to differentiate them) That being said though, given a certain incident that caused them to lose their leg, Ridamin was told to not force themselves given their injury, but that only felt like they were being underestimated by their peers because of a single disability. Ridamin wanted to prove them wrong of course, despite their disability they can still shine much like anyone else! And if nobody is shining the light on them, then they'll get their own light another way. So that's why they took Journalism! Sure it isn't the same job, but in a way it kinda fits either way! To get interviews on how places were born, created, along with the rich history to back it up! It may not be picking dirt and... I don't know, eating it with a spoon to tell how old it is via the crunch or whatever their family does. But soon enough they'll transition to Geology, they just have to plant the base to jump high up to their goal!

[gaspodewonderdog]

(my internet gets wonky today, not sure if and in what state the previous ask got sent, so here is another, feel free to ignore my ramblings ^^) Tell me more about your BG3 OCs! They seem like such a colorful bunch! What do they think about the tadpole dilemma? Will they keep them? Get rid of them? What was their goal before being kidnapped?

Hello and thank you so much for your ask!! 💜💜 (No, I didn't receive any previous one) It was a lovely surprise to see your message and I'm happy you want to hear more about my characters. Sorry for the lateness of this reply and for the rambling to follow. I'm rubbish at writing my thoughts down and then when I try, it goes on forever. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!

EDIT: This got posted by accident instead of saving to drafts, so you've only got Maddie's stuff. Oops! I'll post something about the others at some point.

Maddie

A little ray of sunshine and eldritch energy

Backstory and personality

Maddie had a loving and happy childhood. From a young girl she loved to paint and she dreamed of being a proper artist one day. When she was old enough, she moved to the city to study and train, eventually owning a small studio of her own. She became an admirer of the work of an infamous mad artist, whose surreal style left most people with an unsettled feeling, but whose use of colour and rare and unique pigments fascinated Maddie.

One day Maddie came into the possession of one of the late artist's works and she was eager to study and restore it. Whilst doing so she accidentally touched the mind of an eldritch 'Patron of the Arts': A Great Old One whose ever-present but usually imperceptible influence, inspires artists both great and small. Through these artists' works it subtly shapes the minds of the people in order to steer reality towards its own, unknowable ends.

Overwhelmed with awesome and terrifying dreams, Maddie's former passion for art became a compulsion. Her studio filled up with bizarre sketches and paintings. Attempts to resist this influence went… badly. She lost her reputation, became alienated from her family and very nearly lost herself. What followed was a hard period of acceptance and recovery. Over time, she began to recognise her erratic artwork was an attempt to process these visions in a way her mortal brain can comprehend. Occasionally some understanding is gained, which is how her warlock powers are granted.

Her experiences still haunt her and she mourns the life she had and the person she used to be, but she is healing and has reached a point where she is broadly able to manage the unwanted side effects of the connection to her patron. She retains an optimistic personality in spite of everything and adventuring has given her a reason to embrace this other side of herself. And being able to Eldritch blast a minotaur halfway across the underdark is pretty damn cool!!

Maddie is bold and curious (perhaps to a fault). She is thrilled by new experiences and tends to take weirdness in her stride, finding beauty and joy in unlikely places. She will usually go out of her way to help others. Her friendly and generous personality does have some limits – she has little patience for petty arguments and hates bullies. It would be unwise to threaten her or her friends or family (and her new companions are family whether they like it or not) as she can be fiercely protective. Those she doesn't consider worthy of persuasion may find themselves face to face (or at least naval to face) with her defiant intimidation, only to discover that their first instinct towards laughter is curbed by an uncanny desire for self-preservation.

Tadpole situation

Maddie's initial reaction was panic. One of her biggest fears is losing her mind and sense of self and hurting people she cares about because of this; she already came scarily close to doing both when first encountering her patron. Later, when it becomes clear that ceremorphosis is not proceeding as expected she becomes more relaxed about it. She's already used to her mind not being entirely her own and she's survived that so far. It's tempting. Her patron nearly sent her mad, but she owes her survival so far to her warlock abilities, so maybe the tadpole powers could be useful too. She'd admit (in private) that Astarion's ideas about controlling the tadpole are intriguing to her. They could also help alleviate the worst aspects of her patron's influence. On the other hand, there's too much still unknown and she's all too well aware of the risk of losing control and getting into a battle of wills she can't hope to win.

With regard to using the tadpole to influence others, she respects the privacy of her companions and won't use the tadpole to pry into their secrets. She has used the tadpole the Absolute's followers. (In EA) after the dreams, Maddie is more inclined towards resisting the tadpole because of the effect it is having on her companions. It is clear that their tadpoles are connected and she doesn't feel she has the right to risk her friends without their consent.

(Basically I don't know which way this is going to go yet and a long will depend on how the tadpole stuff is implemented in the full game. I like that she is someone who could be swayed in either direction and I think the mind stuff thematically complements a Great Old One Patron. But she's nice and I don't want anything bad to happen to her 😭)

Goals

Prior to being kidnapped Maddie had no great ambitions beyond trying to rebuild her life back. The most important thing she longed for was to regain the trust of her brother and reconnect with her family. After surviving the nautiloid, however she has been bitten by the adventuring bug and if she survives would like to explore the world more, now that she has skills to look after herself.

[valancietrinit]

For the fic ask game: 4, 9, 29 :)

4. How many WIPs do you have right now?

that i'm seriously working on? seven. eight, if we include happily drown. (obviously there's the three from the wip poll i did that happily drown and sweet, sweet irony spawned off of, plus four newer ones w/ wip names that are far too long to bore y'all with)

9. Do you write every day? If you wrote today, share a sentence of what you’ve written!

i definitely try to! sometimes it's a complete bust tho, so i don't push myself too hard. i did write a bit of happily drown's fourth chapter today, tho i don't wanna post anything that's gonna be too revealing, so...

“I think the last time I— you know, I don’t think I’ve ever actually heard you laugh like that before.”

29. Share a bit from a fic you’ll never post OR from a scene that was cut from an already posted fic.

i cut scenes from both turn you inside out (teenaged gideon vs. a classmate giving a presentation abt the death cult she grew up in) & knowing me/knowing you (a scrapped meeting john plotline). the nona one's better written tho, so i'll post a bit of that one.

(for context, this is set post-art gallery scene, but pre-kiriona leaving, & in it nona has managed to sleepwalk/dissociate (never decided which) & ended up at a church Harrow used to frequent.)

Inside is the church proper, high ceilings and pews upon pews. The altar at the front has a few candles lit on it, and there’s no one else in sight, which Nona thinks is a fire hazard. It’s a stupid thought to have when she’s mildly trespassing inside of a church who knows how far from home, but it’s a thought she has anyway. “Hello, there,” says a sudden voice, and Nona jumps, frightened, turning towards the speaker. “Can I help you?” The person speaking is a middle aged man. He’s dressed in a black button up shirt and slacks, his hair all glinting salt and pepper in the dim candlelight. It’s so dark, in fact, that for a second his eyes look all black. It scares Nona. “Are you lost?” He asks, coming closer. Then he stops, getting a good look at her face, and Nona sees his expression drop into a look of disbelief. A look of hope. It’s the same expression Kiriona wore that first day in the park. Nona feels dread bubble inside of her stomach like nausea. “H…” he reaches up and scrubs his eyes with his fists. Nona takes a step back, and the man takes one towards her, keeping the gap between them even. “Harrowhark?” He says, sounding mystified. Nona bolts.

*slaps knowing me/knowing you* this bad boy can fit so much of nona running away from her problems in it

ty for the ask :3

[anthonysstupiddailyblog]

Anthony's Stupid Daily Blog (509): Tue 8th Aug 2023

Up early for my trip to the Edinburgh Fringe: Part One. Yes I love the Fringe so much that this year I've decided one trip just won't be enough so I'm going up twice: the first time being today and tomorrow and then I'm going back up again on the 23rd and the 24th. I always stay at the same hostel when I'm in Edinburgh (except two years ago when I had a weird wheeze and didn't want the other hostel dwellers panicking thinking I had COVID so I splashed out on an £89 hotel room which is surprisingly cheap for a night in Edinburgh). After dumping my bag in the hostel I set off for a walk around the city and to head to my first show of the day: Ants. This was an absurdist comedy show about three office workers who are tasked with coming up with a way to increase productivity overnight of face termination. Problem is all three of them have blagged their way into their roles and have no idea what the company actually does or...what they do. This was a really funny show although I have to say not as abstract as I was expecting. Next up I went to see a play called The Booth which was a behind the scenes look at a live play being produced for the radio and the shenanigans the cast get up to, particularly one who has recently discovered the art of method acting and refuses to break character. I'll be honest I though this was going to be quite dark and depraved and that something shocking was going to happen at some point but it was just a campy comedy play and I wasn't really into it at all. Before my next show I decided to go for a walk around the area where the leafleters normally plug their shows and got given a few fliers and will try to post positive reviews of the shows advertised even if I don't see them because by my logic this means there's a better chance of them going back next year and more interest in the Fringe overall. I think it's probably a good thing that I'm not a reviewer at this festival because once words got out that I don't go to see all the shows I give positive reviews for people doing shows at the Fringe would give me fliers for the shows and then pray I didn't come to see it because if I didn't then they'd be guaranteed a good review. All someone would have to do would be to hand me a flier then have a sexy blonde member of the production team find me and flirt with me for an hour while the show is on so I can't go to see it and thus give them a positive review. Next up I went to see a show that was on just up the road from the hostel I was staying at called Bang which was a surreal monologue show delivered by the wife of William S Burroughs just after he shot her to death. I'm embarrassed to admit that I was falling asleep during the show not because it was boring but I because I always make the mistake of coming to the city as early as possible to pack in as many shows as I can. Luckily I managed to avoid nodding off and the performance was actually really good, the actresses delivery in particular was stunning as it was like she was in a trance of some kind which is appropriate since her character is newly dead and would be adjusting to what she has just been through. I'd like to see this again when I've had more than five hours sleep to give it a proper review. The final show of the day was Chokeslam a show by a very beautiful and charismatic Canadian actress guiding the audience through the history of pro wrestling and how it has effected her life. This was one of the best performances I've seen at the Fringe mainly due to the actresses passionate commitment to the story and the fact that there were only about five of us in the room so she didn't have to overact like people playing a large theatre have to. I may have to go back and see this again when I go back to Edinburgh on the 23rd because this show really put me in a good mood.

[noxs-daydream]

Casually going to be venting / ranting here, will include screenshots

Also, I will not be as active more than likely while I work on cleaning my room and preparing for the move. Initially I was going to talk to my therapist about it but I can't wait for the 22nd to get a second opinion from someone who knows my situation but doesn't have that personal connection to me

For anyone who does decide to read/look, get the popcorn cause you are getting context and screenshots of my in the moment ramblings too And also feel free to put your opinion as if this were an r/AITA or r/WIBTA post! I've always liked those idk why lmao

this is going to be the exact opposite of organized, but I will trY

First, the context:

since 2021-2022 i have babysat my niece when my sister was unable to afford her babysitter, however there started to be long periods where she was unable to pay the money (cheaper than what it is now, which is 10 USD an hour)

march/may of 2022 (don't remember exact month, but i do know it started with an M) i notified her i would be looking to start my GED soon, and months earlier in 2023, i still have not started it as babysitting has moved to full time, 5 days a week with little to no pay to compensate. she claims to have been looking for solutions/alternatives, while- to my knowledge- not having looked into or signed up for any aids/benefits a single mom could have

i have had to message a friend one day, when i made plans for them to come over and spend the next few days with me, and tell them 'so im babysitting my niece'. luckily they adore my niece, so they didn't care about helping me with watching her (note, i've also had plans change last second on days i was supposed to have off via the one watching her being her actual babysitter; i am neurodivergent - ADHD - and hate things changing last second especially when i have plans)

my therapist even agrees that my life is being put on hold so my sister can have a babysitter, and that i shouldn't have to do it. there is no progress so far for being able to say 'no' to babysitting (notice how it's not technical consent, as i have no room to say no without her getting upset?)

months ago, around May/June, i mentioned going down and living with my partner for a month or two in AUGUST, and she started panicking. not only talking bad about how my mom and i react and jump to extremes when i just notified her of the offer my partner ASKING if it would be okay

In general, my life is being put on hold since 17 and maybe even 16 turning 17, years old to accommodate for my sister's financial trouble without a sign I'll be able to further myself.

Let's add onto the fact that I make money where I can via my art, and I pay my own phone bill. That's it. That's the only bill I have to pay. And I can't even do that when I also want to help my mom out with the bills of where we live.

My last proper stretch of time off had been when my father died. Just 2 weeks of time off. Then back to the weekend being my only day off (except for today because I had to babysit today too ontop of watching her on my sister's day off to clean the house my dad lived in and the trailer i live in because of some spiritual culture stuff)

I'm also gonna point out that she had said 'tr@nny' and did not apologize, just stared at me, when I said 'that is a slur' - i'm trans and she has been transphobic to me before (i doubt her views have changed just because she is getting involved in her culture)

She's also the one who kept acknowledging what happened with the spiritual stuff, after tearing into me a lil bit about "after this is over don't talk about it, don't acknowledge it, etc" and now because of her acknowledging it and asking me about it bcuz IG IT DIDNT STOP, I think IM starting to feel whatever the fucker's effect on people is

Now the screenshots (names will be blurred):

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Unusual Muse Association

Part 1: Faline

I was tagged by dear, sweet @nemo-my-name-forevermore to participate. I have many ocs to chose from (7 to be precise) but I’ve got many on my mind at all times so it’s hard to chose just one. That said I’ve chosen 3 to do today. It will be broken up into three parts (one for each character) so y'all aren't scrolling for centuries.

Faline Brookes

Faline is my RE Village OC

Seasoning: Rosemary. In the sense that she is good at making something better. Common and can be easily overlooked or taken for granted by many but when put in the proper environment, she thrives.

Weather: Believe it or but cloudy with a light drizzle; nice and peaceful.

Color: Earthy colors are in her typical color palette due to the lack of dye in the village but Teal is not only her favorite but represents her the best. According to a quick google search Teal represents calmness, balance, renewal and morality. A well intended but reserved color - perfectly suited for her gentle and shy nature.

Sky: Foggy Autumn morning.

Magical Powers: If we’re going off her canon story, she has regeneration, and telekentic abilities. Bend and move things at will - including herself. Makes helping out in the factory convenient.

House plant: Lillies and buttercups. Similar to color association, Faline does’t have a chance to have a proper lush garden or have access to huge open fields to wander through as she sees fit. However lillies are among some of her favorites both in what they represent but by their overall appearance as well. And I say buttercup because of the adorable pet name Heis refers to her as. It’s one of many but Faline is quite attached to flower now.

Weapon: Crossbow if not in the canon universe. If it is, her abilities & ( if truly needed) a gun.

Subject: Psychology; Faline enjoys watching and understanding things such as human behvaior and body language.

Social Media: Probably Instagram?

Makeup Product: Eyeliner and Mascara. She feels naked without it.

Candy: Dark chocolate & Raspberry Truffles. She loves the combination so much. She doesn't get to indulge in sweets often but when the Duke is able to get a supply of it, she will hoard it. Not even Heis can have from her stash.

Fear: Due to her history of abuse from family members she is terrified of history repeating itself. Although it took some time, trial and error and mishaps Heisenberg eventually was able to help Faline feel comfortable.

Ice Cube Shape: Tiny squares

Method of Long-Distance Travel: If accessible, a train.

Art Style: Ngl I didn't know how to answer this? She loves looking at concept art books, especially for animated films.

Mythological Creature: Fitting to her theme, Faries are the creature I associate with her most. I am specifically referring to the cute ones with wings. Whereas her mutated form is more,,,, unsettling.

Piece of stationary: Paper from the notebook Heisenberg gave her with an intricate lock system.

Three Emojis: 💖🍵🌸

Celestial Body: Neptune. Both because of her sign's ruling planet but for what it stands for. Ever the dreamer, Faline hopes to leave the factory with Heisenberg one day and experience the freedom she had once again. Neptune is said to represent dreams, fantasies, imagination and hope. I could find something better suiting for her.

Thank you again for the tag Nemo! I'll work on posting part 2 tomorrow.

Faye

[athena-is-a-chaotic-lil-shit]

Getting back at writing, is, well, hard. My grammar and vocabulary and basically everything is messed up so I apologize in advance for that. It's been, almost a year ever since my last written fic. That time I was still crazy with Kimetsu no Yaiba and the KyoTan ship. I'll post it some other time ^^.

Anyways, I present to you my attempt in making a plotted work from a random thought that came over me this morning.

Pairing: Tai'chi Kashharzol (Orc) x Pearl Blackbell (Human OC/Reader)

Warnings: Basically none. Except for some curse words.

UD 01/10/21: Cleaned and revised some parts! Tried my best, hope it was enough.

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Of Ice and Blood

Part 1

Quick backstory and some details I left out in the main work.

It was in summer, 28th of July, when Pearl Blackbell turned 19. She left her home and moved closer to the university she’ll be going to. She rented an apartment about five blocks from the school. Albeit small, it was cozy and proper, having what she needed: a kitchen, a decent-sized bedroom, a small living area with a worn but comfy couch, and a bathroom.

When she was younger, her parents started training her in martial arts and the use self-defense weapons. They needed to make sure she knew how to protect herself against assaulters and dangerous people, she was after all, their only child and baby girl . They want their daughter to be strong, both inside and outside, by the time she sets out on her own and leaves home.

Her favorite self-defense weapon was brass knuckles, despite her parents’ protests. She enjoys punching nasty people and feel the crunch of their bones beneath her fists, especially racists, sexists, bullies, and the lot. The main reason why she got into detention multiple times.

Painting it with a ruddy color, she keeps it in her person, no matter where she goes. She has two, one is for extreme situations, while the other has only two knuckles. It stills maximizes the damage dealt but it is relatively less dangerous than the full dusters. The second one is usually a spare, though she rarely uses it.

She also occasionally carries a pair of retractable nunchucks, which she designed to be hidden within her regular baggy clothes. Her father had trained her vigorously with them and she even bested him in a match before she left for the city.

Selkoth, the city of marvels.

Distant sounds of buzzing cars reached my ears as I opened my eyes and blinked away the sleepiness, the light shining from the spaces in my curtains rather helping, together with the warmth it brought to my chilled tawny skin.

[Start of the actual work]

I fully woke up as I registered the sound of my phone alarm, shortly getting up to prepare when I realized what day it was.

Monday, the first day of my college life.

I stepped into the bathroom and took a quick shower, knowing I bathed thoroughly last night to save some time today.

Time management is key.

I dried myself down, turned to my closet and started putting on the outfit I picked out the night before.

Prioritizing comfortability over appearance, I wore my favorite orange cotton shirt, my blackish-blue hoodie (that had been stained with blood some time ago, but don’t worry, I know how to clean out blood. Mama raised no fool.) over it, together with a pair of black skinny jeans. And of course, tight black sports bra and boxers, even mentioning my underwear yes?

I looked over to my mirror and it was—

Simple. And I loved it. The more simple it is the better.

'“Keep a low profile over there, sweetie. Don’t get into fights when you can help it okay??? We already taught you and prepared you to the best of our abilities. Promise to us that you’ll stay safe, and healthy. Okay? And don’t forget to call sometime.”' I sighed, remembering my mother’s words.

"Yes mama, I will.”

With a smile, I did my hair and went for a tight Dutch braid, it going down between my shoulder blades and ending a little above my waist. I ran to my kitchen to eat breakfast, satisfied with my look.

I eat fast okay

Backpack, check. White sneakers, check. Phone and keys, check. Airpods on, playlist shuffled, I bolted out of my apartment and jogged all 50 blocks to school.

Exercise is always important, and what other way to utilize time for exercising than to do it while heading to your destination, right?

I snickered.

As I made my way to the university, I saw bizarre creatures and monsters of different sizes, coexisting, and interacting with humans. Even so, I noticed other people’s disdain and bitterness towards them when I passed by. My nose is awfully sensitive to scents that sometimes the ones their body releases tells me what they feel at the moment. It’s all science, I guess. I was made extra susceptible to these, so I wear a mask everywhere and every time I go out just to partly block most of the smells.

My first day at a university open to everyone across the country gets my blood pumping with excitement. To think that I’m going to study at Ernestine State University, the Ernestine State University!

I first heard about the uni back when I was a child. News broke out about Victor Ernestine, committing suicide by driving his car off a cliff because he couldn’t accept that his daughter was one of the major leaders who made the unity of all people, of all races, possible.

Dramatic.

Months after Mr. Ernestine died, all his properties and riches were passed down to her daughter, who took over as the new founder of the university and rebuilt it to accommodate everyone, no matter the size and shape.

The strictly all-human school, renovated, reshaped, and repurposed, was now the first university to open its gates to everyone in the country of Yundomia.

I’ve always yearned to get to know other species in this world. I didn’t get the chance previously because my parents sent me to an all-human, local high school. Which sucks. I hated how everyone had a certain hatred for the other races, especially orcs. They keep talking about how they are wild beasts and savages that aren’t meant to be in society.

They treated them like animals that are void of emotions and intelligence.

Come to think of it, I mostly fought with humans who were either racist, bullies, bastards trying to hit on me, or a mix of all of them together.

I chuckled, remembering how many times I got counseled on not punching people in the face.

High school was pure torture, being a human-exclusive campus making it worse, considering how everybody smells so horrible and the principal was an egoistic dumbass I was a hair away from gutting him. My poor nose.

But now I’m done with that! I’m starting anew in this school, in this city. Perhaps make some friends along the way.

Which is kinda problematic.

I’m not the social type. I tend to keep things to myself and hardly open up to anybody. I wanna make at least one friend that isn’t human! Or just, one good friend. I didn’t have or made any friends in the past since people tend to shun me out just because I can tell how they are feeling and find it creepy.

Or they’re afraid to get punched in the face.

Entering the campus gates was like stepping into another world. I was met with the sight of humans and monsters walking together and conversing! It was nice, and I don’t get to see this much often.

I walked around and took in the landscape of the campus. It was huge! And beautifully designed to have a great number of trees and plants, while also having space more than enough to accommodate every student going to their respective classrooms.

I was minding my own business and it was all serene, until some bastards pushed past through me and knocking me to the side. I stumbled but didn’t fall. I was gonna say something, but I shut my mouth. I didn’t want to cause any trouble on the first day for goodness’ sake. So I brushed it off and went straight to the gym for the orientation.

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The orientation was, intriguing. The dean seems nice, though I couldn't smell him from where I sat. There's also a student council made up of both humans and monsters which is a good sign. The student council president was a Minotaur with a dark brown coat and horns curving front and pointing up. The vice-president was a male student who looked decent enough. The secretary was an elf. The treasurer, a dwarf. And the rest were humans. I couldn't scent any of them to tell me what they were feeling at the moment, but the Minotaur looked uncomfortable, his hands behind his back, body going stiff when they were introduced to the freshmen. There was a larger numbr of humans than monsters, which was expected. I also noticed how both were grouped, a white line in the middle of the gym separating us from them.

Maybe to avoid any misunderstandings?

We were informed that today will be for introductions to your classmates and subject teachers so there will be no lessons at all. Hooray!

I was walking to my first classroom when a damned familiar smell attacked my nose. I stopped to stand for a moment and adjusted my mask. I looked around to spot the one emitting it and of course, saw a human. He looked, well, the typical playboy cool boy who used too much body spray on himself.

Not wanting to stand there like an idiot and prolong my suffering, I speed walk to my classroom and planned to sit at the back hoping no one would notice or ask why I’m wearing a mask.

That's always what they ask first. Not my name or how I was doing.

I expected to find no one inside since it was still early, but I was startled to see a massive orc sitting at the back looking out at the window. He was wearing a dark gray knitted sweater that was hugging his hulking frame very…well. Along with what looked like thick cargo pants and black boots.

He turned to look at me when I let out a small yelp, greeting me with his piercing, blue eyes.

Beautiful.

The orc had long, braided, jet-black locks. Two of them had distinct beads that trailed down from the side of his face and down to his chest, the rest of his hair behind him braided with intricacy and tied and ended halfway down his back.

I was pushed out of my trance when a person entered and crashed into me, swearing under my breath that it was intentional, nearly making me plant face-first on the trash bins if I hadn’t changed my footing at the last moment.

“Watch it, bitch, you’re gonna ruin my make-up,” she snapped.

Wow. She dared to call me that and not apologize like I’m the one who shoved her. Just wow. Usually at this point, I would have planted her face on the floor, but I stopped myself.

Low profile! Low profile Pearl! You’re in college now! You definitely don’t want to get suspended on the first fucking day of class now do you?? Keep it together.

Straightening up, I walked towards the back and sat beside the orc. Whose gaze fell on me, curious, when I wasn’t looking.

I made myself settled in my seat before the professor came in.

There were other races in my class. A blue tiefling sat three rows in front, wearing a casual outfit. A black-haired elf who looked and dressed clever, a row away. A cute pink pixie on my far right. A satyr wearing glasses, two seats in front of me, and a female lizardfolk a seat from of the pixie.

"Are you...alright?"

I almost jumped from my seat when the orc beside me spoke. I couldn’t help but admire how deep his voice was. I tried not to appear flustered, my mask helped with that.

“Uh…yes?”

The orc regarded me for a second before continuing.

“You were pushed earlier.”

Oh. He saw that?

“Oh, yeah, I’m okay.” I smiled at him. Then I remembered he can’t see my face. But I hoped the crinkling of my eyes gave it away.

“I’m Pearl, by the way.” I reached out my hand to him, socializing not my best suit but at least I tried.

He paused for a second before taking it into his bigger one, engulfing mine and shook it slowly. I was again, surprised by how gentle he was.

“Tai'chi.”

Interesting.

“Nice to meet you, Tai'chi.”

He lets go of my hand when the professor started talking up front.

“Nice to meet you too, Pearl."

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Thoughts? I am wide open for constructive criticism :D

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Kinktober 2020, Day Seven

Denki Kaminari x Reader x Hitoshi Shinsou

Warning: Smut, Brainwashing/hypnosis, DD/LG, Overstimulation?, Degradation, Oral (Giving).

This was supposed to just be Denki but I couldn't help it lol

Art does not belong to me. If you find the artist, please let me know.

Denki sighed as he made his way home. He'd had a bad day and it showed. He'd been fighting villians back to back, no one really respected him at the agency he worked at, he didn't get the chance to have lunch, and he was even laughed at by civilians. And not just children, their parents too. He couldn't help getting his brain getting fried, he had to protect a little girl!

He quickly unlocked his door and rushed into his apartment, wanting to see his girl and his lovable boyfriend. And there you sat on the couch, in the Chargebolt lingerie he bought you, looking beautiful as always. Of course, Shinsou wasn't off of work, but he'd be home soon. 

You looked look from the TV and smiled, jumping up and running over. You hugged him and he stumbled back causing the door to slam a bit. "Hey, babygirl. Guess you missed me?" He grinned. You giggled and pecked his lips. "Only all day." You hummed.

You gently pulled him to the couch. "There's a movie I really wanna watch with you!" You grinned. Before you could get him to sit, he stopped. "Alright, alright. First, did you do your chores?" He nodded towards a chart that stayed posted on the front door. You slowly nodded. "Of course I did."

Of course you didn't. 

Well, in your defense, you did most of them! It was your turn to do dishes and you did that. You cleaned the living room, as Denki took responsibility for the kitchen and you alternated with the bathroom. You checked the mail. You just.. Didn't clean your stuffies and clothes off the floor. And well.. There was another rule you broke, but surely he'd never know right?

Well, Denki must have noticed your hesitance because he walked off and started to look around. You stayed put and just waited for-

"Y/n, baby! Come in the bedroom?" 

For that. He always spoke so understandingly. And he was understanding! He never truly got angry with you. But you knew you were in for punishment. And in the pit of your stomach, you felt the slight excitement. 

You stood and took your time going to the bedroom. Denki looked at the stuffed animals and clothing strewn everywhere. He gave you a look, smirking. "Really, baby?" He crossed his arms. You clasped your hands behind your back and looked down pouting, something you knew made Denki soften up a bit. "Sorry Daddy.. I was playing with them and trying to find out what to wear for you today."

Lies. You were just looking at all your clothes and toys, then you heard your favorite show come on and unconsciously abandoned the mess. You'd just lost track of time and forgot. Well, you forgot until you heard him mention chores.

Even so, Denki's heart nearly popped from his chest at seeing your pout. He was just about to shower you in forgiveness when you both heard a deep chuckled from the doorway. You turned your heads to find Shinsou standing there, a lazy smirk on his face. "Nice try, Kitten. You can't trick me though."

You laughed nervously as Hitoshi approached. "What do you mean? Sir, I'd never- Eek!" You yelped as his palm came down on your ass. "Kitten. You know better than to lie." He rose an eyebrow. You felt yourself blush darkly and bit your lip. "I-I.." 

Before you could finish, Denki was behind you. "You tried to trick me again? Naughty girl. You know, Toshi, she lied about her chores too." You could hear the grin. Denki knew that Hitoshi never faltered. There was no tricking him.

Hitoshi took your chin between his fingers and tilted your head up. "Is that so? Then you know the drill, Kitten. Get in the bed." He jerked his head towards the bed. You slowly walked over climbed into bed, laying in the middle. Denki sat on one side of you as Hitoshi took his place on the other. Their eyes roamed your barely clothed body, their gazes becoming predatory.

Hitoshi hummed softly. "You ready to submit?" He mumbled, his voice deepening slightly. You pressed your thighs together. "Yes, Sir." You squeaked. He smirked and you slowly fell into a calm stillness. It was as if you were zoned out, but you were so focused. Your senses were dulled, but also sharpened. Your body wasn't your body. You loved this feeling, the feeling of completely putting yourself into your lover's hands.

You felt Denki's hands work on your bra, getting it off with a few failed tries. "Let's see those tits, huh?" He grinned. He tossed the bra aside. Hitoshi gave a smirk and gently massaged at one breast as Denki took the other in his mouth, using a free hand to work his pants down. 

You gasped, the only thing you being able to do is make some noises. Denki moaned softly as he suckled your perky nipple. He knew how much both you and Hitoshi loved it when he moaned like that. 

Hitoshi groaned and gripped Denki by the hair, lifting his head and kissing him roughly. You whined softly at the sight. You could watch them make out all day, but it sure didn't help the aching between your legs. Denki seemed to notice, as his hand found their way into your panties. He gently pressed his finger into your clit and drew small circle into it. You whimpered at the sudden pleasure. 

Shinsou and Denki pulled away from their lip lock, Denki grinning. "Mm.. Someone enjoyed the show. She's soaked." Denki slid two fingers between your folds, teasing your slit up and down to collect your juices. He pulled them away and held them up for Hitoshi.

Hitoshi smirked and took Denki's fingers into his mouth, gently sucking on them. He gave a small hum of approval and you watched as Denki blushed lightly. 

Slowly pulling Denki's fingers from his lips, Hitoshi looked down at you. "Fuck.. You're ready, huh? Well, you should give Denki a proper apology then." The hypnotic feeling slowly wore off and you looked at Denki. "I'm sorry, Daddy, I-I'll be good, I won't lie, I'll do my chores.." You whimpered. 

Denki smiled and undid his pants, squirming a bit to pull out his hard cock. "Prove it then." He grinned. You rolled on your stomach to put your elbows on either side of his thighs. You slowly licked up his cock, making him hiss quietly. "Fuck, Y/n.." 

Hitoshi smacked your ass and you moaned quietly, taking the tip into your mouth. Denki gently pushed you down by the back of your head, pushing inch by inch into your mouth. Hitoshi sat himself on the back of your thighs and pumped his cock a few times before pushing into your pussy.

You moaned around Denki, slowly bobbed your head. Hitoshi put his hands on either side of you, starting off with slow, deep strokes. "You like that, Kitten? One cock stuffing your mouth, the other stuffing your sopping cunt?" He groaned as you tightened suddenly. You gave a muffled "Mhm" and Denki bit his lip. "Shit, Toshi, keep talking.."

He chuckled. "You both like that? What about you, Denki? You gonna want your mouth full too?" He teased. Denki whined and nodded. You squirmed slightly, wanting Hitoshi to go faster. He got the message and quickened his pace. His hips snapped against ass harshly and your eyes rolled back. "Who knew two kitties could be so slutty?" He groaned.

You couldn't focus on moving your head too much, so Denki took charge. Gripping your hair, his hips quickly bucked into your mouth. It was messy, drool and precum dripping onto his lap, but it felt so good.

You looked up at Denki and moaned around him. Hitoshi's cock pushed against that sweet spot inside of you over and over again. He knew exactly what he was doing, feeling your pussy flutter around him. "We're going to fill- Ngh, every fucking dirty hole of yours, shit." He groaned. Denki watched you and panted. "Didn't know you were such a messy eater, baby." His eyes lidded. 

You felt that knot in your stomach tighten. You knew it was about to come undone. Your whimpers and whines, though muffled, became louder. Shinsou grinned cockily. "You gonna cum? Go on. Do it for us." 

You whined loudly and came. They didn't let up though. They were close too, so you wouldn't mind just a big of overstimulation right?

Hitoshi closed his eyes feeling you practically pull him back in. Your body shook as he continued to abuse your g-spot relentlessly. Denki let his head fall back. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" He moaned out, pushing you against his hips. You gagged harshly and swallowed what you could. He panted softly and pulled you off of his cock. You gasped for air and whimpered, unable to talk from Denki's cock hitting the back of your throat. 

Hitoshi groaned. "Gonna cum, shit.." He mumbled. You whined and squirmed against him, urging him. "You want me to fill this cunt? You want my cum? Alright. Then take it like a good girl." His thrusts became erratic and you gripped at Denki's jeans, who gently pet you and mumbled words of encouragement. "You're doing so good, Y/n. Taking his cock so well. So fuckin proud.." He smiled. You whined and tilted your head up to look at him. 

Hitoshi suddenly bottomed out inside of you, groaning as he filled your cunt completely. You gasped and Denki urged you to keep eye contact. "F-Fuck, Sir.." You choked, your words aimed at Hitoshi. Denki held your cheeks. "That's right, look at me.."

Hitoshi panted and leaned down to whisper in your ear. "We're far from done.."

Denki grinned. "My turn now."

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Why do we like this clown so much?

Change the "we" for "I" and you get an usual tag I use whenever I post my content in Tumblr. And it sounds funny at first but whenever you start diving into that phrase, the deeper it becomes. So, I finally have decided to share my thoughts about this strange but wholesome attraction to this deeply flawed character. It's not something I usually do since I don't know how to write down my feelings properly and also in english so please forgive any typos (I'm from Chile so don't be surprised lol).

So...Why do we like this clown so much?

Why was it that a character precisely designed to scare and to disgust the fuck out of us ended up unchaining a series of feelings that shouldn't have taken place in a beginning?

Let's take a look at the background: Joaquin Phoenix was cast as Arthur Fleck/Joker in 2018. The first image of him as the aforementioned character revealed a deeply disturbed man. We knew the plot. A man driven to insanity after a brutal history of abuse, creating concern in people if the upcoming film would inspire real life violence. Incel violence and mass shootings, more specifically.

(the image in question)

As 2019 arrives, the two trailers generated so much hype that media needed to fuel its concern about it. Since it wasn't your typical comic book film, media basically bombed our minds making us believe this film was going to be a total disaster, an excuse to cause harm to others among other nonsense, as if the film would justify everything Arthur would do in the film, eventually. As the release date is closer, the film receives thunderous applause and unanimous praise from critics. At this, fans rejoiced and expressed impatience to watch the film.

October 5th.

People left the theaters amazed, shocked and genuinely moved by the inhuman treatment Arthur received in the film. The fear media tried so desperately to infuse in us with all the incel bullshit and such turned out to awake one of the most positive, best feelings in humans:

E M P A T H Y

The word that so gloriously cleared away any dark thoughts or actions not only proves media was wrong but it turned out to ridicule it in way nobody will forget: Hundreds of people advocating for mental illness, calling out to the kindness that could change a person's bad day and questioning how politicians and rich people are indifferent to social problems proved how much as a society we have changed in comparison with the one shown in the film.

However, since we are on Tumblr, I'll get straight to the point and try to explain why the fuck does this clown has us dying out of love and compassion (and lust).

I. Background.

As nurturing as we women are for a biological matter, we see a man deprived of a good job, is on seven different medications, working like a slave to sustain his ill mother, putting aside his own health and well-being to look for her, struggling to make his dream of being a comedian despite everyone stepping on him, underpaid and treated like a freak for a disorder he did not ask to suffer, which makes it impossible to be indifferent to all the horrible ordeal that eventually will reach the limit of what he can tolerate without going insane. It is impossible to not say or think, at least, that someone (even if it's just one person) should stand for him just as it is impossible not to feel the need to throw ourselves at him to shield him from people who hurt him or simply offer him our shoulder whenever he has had a bad day, specially when he learns he was sexually assaulted by his step father.

This horrid behaviour terrifies newer generations because they get a taste of what being a social outcast was like more than thirty years ago in comparison with today, where there's more acceptance and treatment for mentally ill people like Arthur. We see in him someone who could have been saved with a proper education and emotional support instead of descending into madness as a criminal. Others simply saw themselves being treated like him at some point in their lives and couldn't help but put themselves in his shoes.

II. Personality.

TRUTH BE TOLD:

There's something called "attraction by proximity". It is the explanation to the eventual love you feel whenever someone doesn't catch your eye at first terms of physical attraction but his/her personality does attract you. This happens to be the base of this situation. His shyness, introverted nature, tenderness and innocent desire to make people laugh and put on a happy face awake some kind of tenderness we cannot resist. This combined with the gloomy background increases our understanding (but not justifying) of the bad decisions he'll eventually take during the course of the film. This traces a line of harsh, almost hurtful contrast of the violence he shows later on the film. Once again, it is not justified in any way but it is certainly understandable.

III. Appearance.

Arthur Fleck is unconventionally attractive.

This happens to be a plus for most women. He is out of the male beauty standards (no abs, not too muscly or particularly tall), which makes him even more unique. It is precisely the fact that he's not a model one of the reasons women love him. He could easily be your man next door or your colleague or the guy you always see but never dare to talk for fear to bother him Because it's about proximity. Arthur looks like your common neighbour. He's not meant to be your typical desirable male protagonist at all.

... And yet.

Jesus Christ, he's so fucking hot I can't even---

It's not about how beautiful his green eyes are, his long slender fingers, his hair or his smile only. It's the charm behind it.

Another "magnet point" is the way he dresses. I know he's impoverished and his wardrobe tend to be repetitive but it is so unpretentious, so simple that is hard to not fall for. The modesty of the shirts, ironed trousers reminds us of a mature man deeply withdrawn into himself, love starved and longing to be seen and loved by others, like a war veteran who still fights the most important war: with himself. Is someone who needs to be listened and understood.

AND OF COURSE WHAT'S NOT TO LIKE ABOUT IT?

He's also brought back the old gentleman outfit, white shirts, red/yellow vest, red suit and elegant dancing moves and the retro style of the film boosts this attractiveness.

People keep comparing him with the previous interpretation of Joker (Leto's) whose costume appealed to young women with a tattooed, gangster, mumble rapper crazy-guy wannabe which didn't connect with the audiences (young people in general). This supposedly was to match or even have a sexy, tormented and desirable villain like Marvel's Loki. We all know how that story ended but it's the link for the next point below.

IV. Transformation

This is a particularly strong point considering how much we loved to watch the process of this weak, powerless, forgotten caterpillar into a beautiful and visible butterfly that will gracefully stir its wings for everyone to see its colours.

When Arthur transitions to the Joker, it's so cathartic to see taking revenge on those who wronged him (even when we're not supposed to root for him) like seeing his shyness fading away into a vivid confidence when dancing half naked in the bathroom, or witnessing him making way to make his name known to people in Murray Franklin's Show:

Adding to this newly gained confidence, there's another turn on: the way he walks.

At the beginning, his pace is hunched and limping, displaying his submission to violence, which makes the viewer more satisfied to see his broken yet beautiful soul turning the past pain of his existence into art: he lets music guide his moves as a way to tell the world he's a new man by cutting most of the sick, evil roots that harmed him, that he's invincible, that no one can stop him. Watching this cathartic display of euphoria was the most iconic scene in the film, following his speech at the TV and the inevitable meltdown that caused Murray's death.

Going to further appreciation, even his clown make up is beautiful. Why? Simple. The combination of colours, shapes and the intimidating glare just embellishes even more the character.

The dark blue triangles in his expressive eyes makes the light green colour to highlight, specially in dark backgrounds, giving the impression he's piercing your soul whenever he stares directly at the camera. Same can be said about the red smile and emerald green hair. They boost an already intimidating look.

The cold and warm colours paint a picture of a man full of intense emotions, mirroring it in a simple yet masterful artistic way.

Another interesting point is the way Joker dresses. Usually we had almost every single live adaption of this character in purple coat, hat, etc. But this particular version is not following any comic, which gives more freedom to creativity and once again, out of the standards of what we could have expected.

Red is a colour related to passion, action, love, strength, motivation and excitement. As for yellow, it indicates freshness, happiness and enlightenment and finally, green. Green is renewal, growth and regeneration. Colours that represent a new stage in his life, a mirthful chapter at last. We finally get to see our battered, always humiliated protagonist (or hero) descending into madness, but finally free from his repressed man who held his soul captive like a bird to fly away, to never come back. An insanity that despite being his downfall, turned out to be his ticket to freedom as he walks to the light in Arkham Asylum dancing at the end.

Ladies and gentlemen: behold the film nobody asked... But the film we fucking deserved.

Thank you for coming to my TED talk

❤️💚💛

[manhwa-reader]

#15 Romance 101

Hello ^^

Yesterday I felt too exhausted and I couldn't post anything 😔. We hiked a lot until we reached a pretty lake. Today we have gone to visit some churches like the ones we visited the other day. Today it's our last day in the mountains and even though there are some things that I don't like (like bugs 😅) I will miss it.

Today's recommendation is a manhwa that I have been reading for quite sometime A Guide to Proper Dating and that it's now on webtoon as Romance 101

Here you can see one of the covers:

The main character is Jung Ba-Reum, a college girl who is very organized and responsible in her studies. But she has never dated, and in order to do so, she will join the club where her crush Jae-Hyun is. This club is about programming and at first she will have a hard time since she has never programmed. Soon Ba-Reum will be able to have many great experiences and her life will get more interesting ! But many of these experiences will be shared with someone else who is in the club, Yoo-Yeon. She definetly has plenty of romance waiting for her.

I absolutely recommend it to you ! One thing I love is that I can totally relate to the girl, as I'm a college girl and I haven't dated yet 😅. I also really like how the plot is written: I never get bored and always want to know what will happen next. The art is unique but definetely beatiful ! About the romance, I shipped Baa-Reum and Yoo-Yeon since they started doing things together. Personally, I just don't really like her crush. I'm sure this mahnwa will not disappoint you, so make sure to check it out 😊

Tomorrow I'll post another recommendation ^^

Bye bye ❤

[belit0]

Okay I'll claim the anon name 🌸🐰. But a modern AU where the akatsuki are still a crime group yes, but they are more like fostering street kids, taking care of people who do bad thinks to kids, I just feel Itach, Konan and Pein would be so good with kids

I love the name you claimeeeed it reminds me of Burbuja from the Powerful Girls (I don't know what's her name in english lmao sorry 😂)

My blog is only Uchihas.

However, for you, and just for you, I'll allow myself to imagine a bit, but I won't make a big deal of it k?😩

Konan and Yahiko are just amazing with kids. They see themselves in all those abandoned children and they can't stop themselves from loving every single one of them. Both of them are so tender and affectionate with the infants that everyone calls them "uncle Yahi" and "auntie Konan". Including Tobi, yes.

Nagato feels just like them but he's super shy, so he rathers look and enjoy from afar while the others have fun. He's not good with interaction, and probably thinks the kids would be afraid by his weird looking eyes. Little does he knows, the toddlers look up to him, and the admire his power, expecting to be like him one day.

Itachi and Kisame are in charge of the recollection section. They wander the streets offering help and shelter to every child they see, and if they hear of a trafficking network, the save all the kids from it before killing those f*ckers. All the children love them because every time they come through the door, they bring new friends home, new people to their big family. Littles ones might be scare of Kisame appearance at first, but Itachi's big smile solves everything.

Kakuzu and Hidan are the ones that make a huge effort to stay out of that happy place as much as possible. They team up, working in the dirty section. All those tiny mouths must be feed. Hidan loves torturing abusive parents, while Kakuzu takes all the value from those places. They get to kill mafia dudes, multimillionaire families, and the list goes on. When you rarely find them home, Kakuzu just tries to ignore the noisy kids, while Hidan is screaming and trying to look threatening to them. Children love him.

Deidara and Sasori are designed as the entertainers by default, no one even question it and they would feel insulted otherwise. Both of them show the kids all the forms of their art, while huge curious eyes pay attention to the creations they come up with. Their egos are terribly inflated thanks to the attention received by all the minors, until Deidara noticed Sasori was being more cheered than him by the toddlers, which was unacceptable. An explosion happened that day as result, Uncle Yahi and Auntie Konan were not going to have it. The entertainment section has been closed since then.

Tobi and Zetsu are forbidden. None of them can go near to the kids, because they are way to reckless and stupid to take proper care of them. The only time Tobi was in charge, he took the whole group to his own dimension using the Kamui, and Nagato had to beg Kakashi to bring them back. Tobi defended himself saying he just wanted to play with the kids and Auntie Konan didn't allowed him to. Zetsu talks weird shit around the childs, scaring the life out of them. Every time his black side says something, you can hear the screams everywhere. When the white side speaks, you can hear thousands of "eewww" cause he's probably asking about poop.

Sorry for the spelling mistakes, I'm going to take a nap before posting today's HCS.

[theangrypokemaniac]

I'll state from the beginning that the images below display the sort of sweet synchronicity to which only love can give life:

MaAndPaShipping is the best ship, and here are five reasons why:

1. It Made James

Like the boy do yer? Ever felt the slightest tingle of warmth at the mention of his name?

Well get down on yer knees and give thanks to his mother and father for gifting him to the world!

Where would we be without their remarkable commitment? Could James have grown into the dandified dream boat of your desires if deprived of the safety provided by his parents?

Had they not brought him up, he'd be dead, The Dog of Flanders fantasy made reality. If miraculously he survived, foraging in the wild is not conducive to a foppish personality.

Is that to yer fancy? No? Then let's have a little respect. The luxury Ma and Pa gave enabled his macaroni tendencies to reach such heights.

Their love created him! How can it not be celebrated?

You lot would ship Jessie's parents but you can't, because she has no dad, and I don't suppose you'll ever assent to his obvious identity of Windy Miller, although 'Jessie Miller' has a wonderful ring to it, so what can be done?

Should a Pa Jess be conjured for the purpose, he still buggered off, didn't he? Where's the allure in a faithless git?

I can't comprehend the obsession with Ma Jess. As soon as here she's stiff, and what is there to remember but coercing her daughter into eating snow?

Hey, I named her. What more do you want from me?

I'd rather have the living, visible ancestors, if you don't mind.

Yeah, says the history fanatic.

Why not make the most of the chances offered, and follow a devoted couple whose love made a difference to your existence?

2. Canon!

There are many ships which I find repulsive for involving depravity, or absurd as the subjects haven't met, or don't inhabit the same fictional universe.

Video et taceo: I see and I say nothing.

Neither does anyone. Forcing decent folk in to incest, bestiality etc. is quite alright.

Perverted ideas are left alone, but woe betide a Rocketshipper, because that's offensive.

It may be the only original ship left standing, with proper evidence and sanctioned by Nintendo, but no, it's fair game for undermining. People pick at your arguments, quibble constantly and NEED to register their objections NOW. You MUST be made aware of opposition. You're not to be permitted your views the way those with twisted tastes are indulged.

Why, out of tens of thousands of combinations, does making Jessie and James an item provoke hostility?

The strength of negativity actually serves as validation, for why be so concerned if it's an impossible relationship?

However sick they are, I'm not anti any ship. I can't muster sufficient interest to do it, and if I scroll on, I forget. I certainly don't attack those responsible.

Anti-Shipping is inherently nihilistic for promoting loneliness. They aren't against Rocketshipping through wanting Jessie and James to be with someone else, as an alternative is not readily available, so the outcome of it is neither finding a companion.

MaAndPaShipping attracts no sourpuss silliness, for 'tis canon beyond question. There's nothing about being 'just friends' when married with a son.

How's the state of your O.T.P.? Not looking too clever I expect, and what's your contribution: wishing, and hoping, and thinking, and praying?

Cast it off! None of that longing is necessary in these quarters, as MaAndPaShipping is a fait accompli.

Hallelujah! Wallow in that Love!

Don't you yearn for at least one ship that all of us accept by default, to the extent these aristocrats are spoken of as a single unit?

Across the internet, Ma and Pa are bracketed as 'James's parents', never 'he' and 'she', always 'they', barely counting as distinct characters. That's how undeniable the love is between them. Sheer indifference has awarded it a blessing from everyone.

MWAH-HA-HA-HA-HA!!!

Of course, now I've drawn attention to it the moaning will start, but we all know a spoilsport when we see one.

If they had any legitimate complaints they ought to have mentioned 'em before this piece highlighted the marriage!

Except it won't have occurred to 'em previously, proving the eternal, indissoluble quality of MaAndPaShipping.

You get good value with this one.

Find a post referring to Ma and Pa as individuals and I'll have written it, for that's what you call ironic.

3. It's a Fine Rocketshipping Proxy

I was at primary school when Pokémon hit the West like the bright, bearded meteor it is, atomizing all competition for a child's attention.

I have shipped Jessie and James before I knew anyone else did it, unaware shipping was even a thing.

There are other pairs where I think: 'That seems to fit', but it's incomparable to what I feel for them.

It is part of me. I bleed it.

I have shipped it longer than most Tumblerries have dwelt upon the earth.

I used to believe, what with the hints and manga finale, that this resolution was  inevitable, and all I had to do was wait.

Well I've been patient for two decades now, thus when I look at the modern incarnation, and realise it's no nearer to that goal, and instead is further away, waiting starts to wear a bit thin.

I resent the lack of appreciation shown to the fans by the cretins in charge, how any meagre shippy inclusion is done not with an interest in deepening bonds, but with the blatant cynicism of moulding us into performing monkeys dancing to their manipulative tune.

I dislike being treated like a sea lion, expected to clap me flippers at the wave of a fish, or as a panting dog begging at top table, where, because they're desperate to maintain the status quo, every scrap flung down from above now comes with an Anti-Ship kick in the teeth, just to be sure nothing progresses. Not whilst the franchise can still be milked for all it's worth.

I have lost faith Rocketshipping will happen. What passes for Pokémon today carries not the remotest indication of any intention on the so-called writers' part to finish it that way.

Even if it did, it's not my Team Rocket, it's those skeletal, gargoyle bastardisations. My Jessie and James never got the reward they deserved.

I'm somewhat in the market for a replacement. Beneath this loathsome carapace of acid and ice beats the tender heart of a true romantic, and it must have an outlet!

Shipping Ma and Pa provides a certain spurious relief, because it's as close as you can get to Jessie and James without it being them, both biologically as his parents, but they're so similar to the duo it counts as proof in itself.

Holy Matrimony! is prime Rocketshipping territory, not merely the balloon lift, but many slight additions are as important, like the haircuts matching.

Ma and Pa are therefore Jessie and James in the past, present and future:

The past for representing Jess 'n' Jamie gone Victorian, and we've all wondered how that'd turn out.

The present as it's there right now, absent of suffering the shameless whims of morons to get what you want. 'Tis yours to savour.

The future as a glimpse of Jessie and James once married with children, and they agree:

That's how they play it given the opportunity!

What, James in blue, for his and Pa's hair, and Jessie wearing purple, like Ma's, with a red shawl for her own, and Ma Jess's orange earrings to copy the beads?

• Money!

• Bun!

• 'Tache!

• Classy pad!

• Fancy gear!

• Pampered pet!

• Identical cups of Earl Grey!

4. Original Blend

Ma and Pa have only got two fans! We care more than the entire fandom has in twenty years!

Rocketshipping art is ten a penny, so why not display a pioneering spirit, sharpen up those pencils and be inspired?

Let your mind expand and marvel at the possibilities of these unchartered territories, and I'll reblog it if it's nice.

Pay attention to the condition of it being nice. I'm not putting up with any old toss.

Real Ma and Pa is what I want too, not those Sinnoh coffin-dodgers.

It's never been done! Every drawing breaks new ground!

I don't like fan fiction, but I wouldn't say 'no' to that either. Recall the 'nice' stipulation again.

Come on, be the first amongst your friends and get ship shape!

5. It Gives Us All Hope

Suppose your favourite amour one day became canon: you imagine that's the end of the matter?

Well it ain't.

Between Ash, Misty, Brock, Jessie, James, Gary and Tracey, there are three-and-a-half out of fourteen parents (Flint doesn't count as a complete man) and one out of twenty-eight grandparents, and that's not enough!

If the series drew to a close with your beloved couple apparently walking into the happily-ever-after, there's no guarantee it'll endure. In fact, the odds are they'll split up within a few years and leave another generation to fend for themselves or starve.

That's right, so don't presume the final episode is all you need to worry about. Can you rest easy knowing it'll go pear-shaped once the camera stops rolling?

It's futile soothing one's worries with:

Oh, but they know what it's like to be alone. They'd never inflict such stress on their children.

Oh really?

Look at that poor showing of grandparents. Either Pokémon has a system reminiscent of the sci-fi film Logan's Run, where everyone over thirty is vapourized, or these disappearing maters and paters were themselves victims of abandonment.

I bet when they settled down, they thought it'd be different for their kids, they'd make sure of it, but no, off they went down that same route of feckless self-indulgence, and that's being kind assuming they intended not to repeat history.

Depressing eh? What's the good in any of us surrendering to romance, real or otherwise, if love is but a mayfly of emotion, and all dreams are doomed to die?

Then Ma and Pa arrive, and suddenly the storm clouds part for a ray of heavenly light.

It's not only that they made the effort in what was probably an arranged marriage and have stayed together from youth, it's that they've stayed together when no one else has, which augments its value.

When separation is commonplace, sticking it out becomes rarer and rarer as any belief in the sanctity of wedlock erodes with every failure.

If they didn't bother, why should I? What's the use when it won't work?

Once that idea enters your head, it's over, and your gloom-laden attitude fulfils itself.

Society is collapsing about Ma and Pa's ears, but they persevere nevertheless, refusing to buckle under the turgid malaise engulfing the arrogant and weak.

It's bloody beautiful, man!

You may suggest an environment of supreme wealth erases normality, and to their class and time period divorce is still taboo, so they don't really have much of choice but to remain wedded.

Ah, but it's not as if they simply tolerate one another for appearances, or carried on for the sake of their son (which is more than anyone else did besides), not when he walked out on them.

They've been married longer than James has lived, so at least eighteen years (don't all squeal at once), and they're still blissfully contented!

They hold hands!

They use terms of endearment like 'dear' and 'my precious'!

They were made for one another!

They work as a team!

They want the same thing for James!

It could bring a stone angel to tears it's so beautiful!

See what success can be achieved when you try? When you endeavour to love the one you're with and make yourself worth loving in return?

Better that than chucking 'em at the first sign of trouble.

Ma and Pa is such an irrevocable union even the despair of losing their only child failed to tear 'em asunder, and that'd defeat many, but not this husband and wife.

Be grateful, for it means all is not in vain.

It doesn't have to be misery and pain: love can last despite the pressure of a wretched, hollow culture bent on self-destruction. Your ship might just succeed too.

God bless 'em for keeping the magic alive!

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Why do I have the presentiment that I'm going to regret encouraging support?