#things I'll explain later

[buggachat]

"augh, this [media] sucks. it's all about shipping"

romance is a genre, harold

[moodlesmain]

Hi. Look at this.

I just spent two days straight making a digital conspiracy board trying to piece together my favourite genre that isn't really a genre and more just a very particular niche which doesn't really have a name.

If you want to look I reccomend downloading and zooming in on the image to read everything LMAO, I want to try and convert it to a page on my neocities at some point so its easier to view but for now you guys just get a big ol' jpeg. You're welcome :)

[moongothic]

WAIT WAIT WAIT HOLD THE FUCKING PHONE

So normally we only get fullblown, extended and dedicated flashbacks for heroic characters in One Piece, the characters who we're meant to root for. The literal only TRUE exception we've had to this rule was Big Mom's flashback. Even fucking Doflamingo's flashback was tied to Law and Rosinante's

So the fact that we haven't gotten a single fucking GLIMPSE at Crocodile's backstory is?!?

Like sure, we haven't gotten like a Moria flashback, but you know, he literally told us all we needed to know himself, AND we got to see glimpses of him in the Wano flashbacks. Arlong didn't get a flashback of his own, but he did get to cameo in Fisher Tiger's flashback. And Rob Fucking Lucci got a flashback that was 6 whooping panels long

BUT CROCODILE?? Not only do we know almost Fuck All about his story, but also have never gotten as much as a glimpse at it? But his backstory has been HINTED and TEASED at multiple times??

GUYS. FELLAS

Like. I am SURE the "Full Backstories for Heroes Only" rule is going to get broken again, but with Imu and Blackbeard already there just BEGGING to have their beans spilled, can we even be sure Sir Fucking Crocodile is somehow going to become A Villain So Dangerous To The Narrative that he ALSO should also recieve a Full Fucking Backstory?? For his Nefarious Schemes?? AT THIS POINT??

Y'all

I think it's more likely Oda's been saving up Croc's backstory because it might just completely recontextualize his entire character

[aroaceleovaldez]

favorite Deadangelos Jason panels collection as requested by @argoii-official / mod erratum!

bonus WIP Jasons cause there's some more good Jason panels on the way:

[centellazul]

A place so beautiful, a place of dreams..

I really, really love the colors of the Fountain of Dreams cx

[tamavonpineapple]

"Leo, dear-- There would be more room if you didn't leave the house like a hovel!"

Splinter, probably.

Usagi doesn't get why it'll be a problem, but the rest can see through the glass closet... Gods end with their suffering--

[queer-enderdragon]

no context doodles for. ig now au..

[rattlingmycage]

I drew the aftermath of an rp writing scene bc I had some brainworms I needed to exorcise. It doesn't make a lot of sense without the context, but I tried to include some kind of explanation from the pov of the witch who acts as Hescrates' patron. This would be some time into the events of the game, where they would each have some respect for the other's skills, but not trust.

[Disclaimer - please don't repost this to other sites. I'm putting this here for people to enjoy, but if it leaves the intended audience I *will* delete and slip back under a rock for another 2y. ]

[scalproie]

really wish people would realize that every single character endings in t8 isnt canon

[harrowing-of-hell]

after reading the unwanted guest, rereading harrow the ninth is going to be even more of a fucked up experience than it already is.

there already exists SO many layers in that book and now the whole thing about soul permeability is going to be in the back of my mind any time John and the original lyctors are on page.

[dennisboobs]

do you guys ever sit and remember that dennis takes a mental health day is an episode that exists

[floydsteeth]

Ok! I doodled the family!

I didn't put any effort into trying to make the kids look like kids but whatever!

Now visualizing them is easier >:3

[herearedragons]

The Warden's New Clothes

As the glow of the healing spell subsides and Wynne removes her hands from the injury, Kyana dares to glance at her side once again. What was a miserable sight mere moments ago is now a perfectly healthy patch of skin, no trace of the burns left on her torso or left arm.

It’s not the first time she wishes Wynne had been there when they climbed the tower of Ishal.

There is, however, a problem remaining. Where skin can be fixed, fabric not so much; the remains of her sleeve are hanging in sorry tatters and the state of the left side of her robe is definitely indecent. Adding insult to injury, the enchantment has evaporated from the garment, the fabric hanging heavier and colder than usual.

“Blast it,” Kyana murmurs - and startles, suddenly remembering that Wynne is still there. Have her manners spoiled so much that she curses at a senior enchanter without a second thought?

To her relief and wonder, Wynne does not express any disapproval, simply nodding:

“We should get you changed. Boys - “ the enchanter steps out of the corner they had retired to so that she could heal Kyana with some privacy - “One of you should go back to the mages’ quarters, see if there are any clothes intact in the wardrobes. We need a new set of robes, as close to Kyana’s size as you can get.”

It’s a strange experience, hearing Wynne give out orders to… yes, to her team; Kyana has to admit to herself that she has come to view them as such. Even Zevran, new as he is to the group. He had sworn his loyalty to her, personally; surely that counts for something?

Speaking of the assassin - it’s his voice that she hears answering Wynne.

“What about this one? There’s barely any blood on it - “

“Maker, ew. Really?”

The second voice is Alistair. At that point, Kyana decides to see what the fuss is about and joins the rest, holding the left side of her robe together with her hand.

The scene which appears before her is self-explanatory. Zevran is pointing at a corpse on the ground. Wynne and Alistair are looking upon it disapprovingly.

The body belongs to the blood mage they just fought. Her clothes are… unusual, definitely not of the Circle, and yet familiar. It takes Kyana a moment to place the image, but then she remembers: the vault. There was definitely a robe of a similar design in there, hanging in a glass case. Was it the same one, or just a similar item? Either way, if she’s right, it’s old, it’s from Tevinter, and it probably bears a powerful enchantment.

Kyana reaches for her magic, just slightly, but enough to confirm one half of her theory: the dead woman’s robe is very enchanted.

She definitely wants it now.

“Zevran is right,” she says. “We don’t have time to search the rooms. This will do.”

With that, she begins to direct her magic further. The force of telekinesis lifts the body up from the ground; Kyana lets it rotate mid-air for a few moments, getting a feel for the object she’s about to manipulate. Then, the same telekinetic force begins undoing buttons, buckles and clips, pulling elements of clothing off of the corpse. 

Part of her is glad that Wynne is watching; she’s been honing her precision telekinesis for a while. Nobody in the camp, not even Morrigan, seemed to appreciate it much - but, surely, the senior enchanter understands the work that has gone into this.

Another part of her wonders whether she’s supposed to be more hesitant to undress a dead body, but it’s not a very useful thought, and she lets it go fairly quickly.

If Kyana had to guess, she would say that the whole process takes less than two minutes; definitely less time than it would require to search the living quarters again.  

The new robe fits tighter than the Circle one, mostly due to panels of some stiff material sewn into it in several places. It's definitely more restricting, though Kyana finds that she doesn't mind that much; it feels almost like wearing armor, or, at least, what she imagines wearing armor feels like.

It is strange, though. She somehow feels more dressed than she ever was before; the Circle robes were so familiar that they were almost a part of her, but this... this is alien, a tangible barrier between her and the rest of the world.

“Well… You know, it is quite pretty,” Alistair says. “It’d be even prettier if I could unsee you taking it off of a corpse.”

“Shall I remind you where your armor came from?” Kyana asks dryly.

“That’s different! The armor’s not touching my skin. Also, I cleaned it before putting it on.”

“I also cleaned it! Who do you think I am?”

Alistair raises an eyebrow.

“Cleaned how?”

“Magic.”

“Well, I hope those spells were effective, because otherwise - that’s pretty gross.”

“If I may, Warden,” Zevran pipes up, “Please do not take this the wrong way, but… may I have your old clothes?”

Alistair gives him a look.

“Is there a right way to take this?”

There seems to be some kind of lewd joke implied - she’s been getting better at noticing those kinds of things - but presently, Kyana doesn’t have time to unpack the exact meaning of it. If Zevran wants the rags, he can have them. 

She uses a small burst of telekinetic force to pick up the robes and toss them to the assassin.

“Many thanks,” he says.

The sound of tearing fabric follows immediately after. It takes her a moment to understand what he’s doing, but when Zevran tears a narrow strip of fabric from the robe and starts wrapping it around his right hand, Kyana finally notices:

“Your gloves are ruined.”

They’re in a similar state to her old robe; the top part is almost entirely burned away. Was he the one to finish off the Rage demon? Likely so, considering the singe marks on his arms and the rest of his armor.

“Unfortunately, yes,” Zevran says. “If you see nice leather gloves on someone here, do let me know.”

He finishes securing the remains of his right glove to his hand and prepares to tear off another strip of fabric.

“…Wait.”

Kyana opens one of the pouches on her belt. There, nestled alongside a few healing potions, is a rolled-up pair of leather gloves.

“Here.” She holds them out. “I bought these a while ago, but didn’t end up wearing them that much. They’re warm, but not that good for spellcasting.”

Zevran stops mid-tear.

“You’re… giving me gloves?”

“Well, I don’t use them. Do you not want them?”

“No, no - I did not mean to sound ungrateful. I’ll take them.”

As he approaches to collect the gloves, something about them seems to catch his attention; Zevran lingers for a moment before finally taking them from her hand.

“These are Dalish, are they not?” he asks.

“Yes. I bought them from a Dalish craftsman.”

Zevran turns the gloves in his hands, runs his thumb along one of the stitches - appreciating the craftsmanship, maybe?

“No one has simply… given me a gift before,” he says finally. “I shall treasure these. Thank you.”

It didn’t occur to her to think of it as a gift, but technically, he’s correct.

It’s just as well. If they’re of a better use to Zevran than to her, he should have them.

“It’s nothing,” Kyana says. “I hope they fit.”

[onewholivesinloops]

They write this off as Nadeko simply being unlucky because "she just so happened to be killing snakes in that specific shrine", but I really think she did it purposefully because she wanted the curse her classmate placed on her activated as a way of self-harming and placing herself into the love interest/damsel in distress role to be saved by Araragi.

[endworldbroadcast]

I don't think it's good to foster distrust or hypervigilance but I often find the people who say not to do this are often reductive about it. They describe it as if the primary if not only reason people who are chronically alone/afraid of others is a result of all-in-your-head self-imposed paranoia, often with some inconsiderate implications about the nature of psychosis too.

Even in the past when I tried to communicate my discomfort with others but explicitly stressed that I don't feel hatred/paranoia/etc. how others describe it the reassurance I would always get was 'You're more critical of yourself than others would,' 'So many people love and care about you,' 'The problem is you assume people to have ulterior intentions,' etc. which was very frustrating to receive.

People didn't want to even acknowledge the reality of my situation on why I feel unsafe or why people don't tend to like me and instead they make up in their heads their own reasons for why I feel this way, proceed to give advice to this fake version of me they created, and then get angry at me if I don't find them helpful and—I consider this worst of all—made it my responsibility to comfort them through it. I'm the 'expert', I'm the 'content creator', I'm supposed to be the one receptive to things people say and accommodating of people being too 'anxious' to respect specific boundaries/requests I had or what-have-you and that my ingratitude made them feel like shitty, immoral people. People were telling me this to my face when I was suicidal! Like, I don't think these people were malicious, but I still don't like how they made me out to be malicious because I was, to put it bluntly, not 'hurting' in a way that they could help with and could thus validate their desire to help me.

This is an issue with relationships as a whole. Pain and suffering and the inability to cope is often interpreted by others in personal reference. Other people assume that I assume my pain is a direct response to them, so when I continue to feel bad they get angry because they feel like I'm implicitly blaming or obligating them for something. And I think it reveals the thing I'm most afraid of in relationships: if the other person seems to see relationships as exchanges of blame, how will they act when they feel bad too? Will it also be ascribed to me the same way my own problems are treated as an 'obligation' to them?

It's difficult to articulate but my issues with relationships is that people follow templates, they have preconceived notions of how they 'work' and not all of them are agreeable to me (eg treating certain aspects as obligations or that all disagreements require 'blame'; the tendency to 'absorb' misery and thus resent the other person for being miserable even if they aren't blaming it on you).

There is one thing I specifically want to highlight here: the individual is not 'the point.' If I can't get along with a person because they're bigoted towards my identity that sucks but their issue isn't with me and I'm not going to subsume that as a reflection of my personhood. If a person has ideas they learned from society of what relationships 'should' look like and don't like it if I don't fit that mould then it's whatever, but I still recognise that the source of those ideas weren't originally from nor exclusive to that person and it would be a waste of time to put that on them.

The problem with much of the 'don't be hypervigilant!' advice I see, I suppose, is that it treats hypervigilance or social ineptitude as a whole as exclusively an issue of individual, interpersonal relationships and not more overarching dynamics or expectations in society: of etiquette, of normalcy, of amatonormativity, of bigotry, of whatever othet structure or system that is relevant to the matter.

And I think when we focus so much on the interpersonal, what happens is that those who continue to fail will absorb a message of some hateful aspect as part of their personhood. If people hate you it's either you as an individual are incorrigible or other people as individuals have some pointed issue against you. It feels like it evaluates relationships within a vacuum. I think it also is very bad for your self-esteem, because relationship failures will always feel more 'personal' that way.

I think fighting against hypervigilance is good because from a personal standpoint, I think there will always be the possibility of meeting people who will engage with you as your own person and not through a 'template', people who will like and respect you.

And as a part of a more general worldview, I think to understand conflict as not always an issue of feeling but an issue of believing is important in dismantling negative and even bigoted beliefs about other people. Bigots don't 'hate' the people they are biased against in an individualised sense, they more fundamentally have ingrained beliefs about those people.

When we see all conflict and disagreement as coming from a position of 'hatred' there can never be a decent solution because there isn't anything to be done regarding emotions, and the tendency is to foster either anger or resentment. When it is understood to be a result of the nature of what one believes, then we are actually in a position of being able to solve it.

I know it's more complicated than this in practice, I'm simply struggling to articulate, but I suppose the point is emotions are not conscious, and there's something thus fatalistic about the idea that conflict stems from them, as it posits the solution is to make people stop feeling a certain way. On top of not seeming practically feasible, I am uncertain how moral I find this position to be. To see conflict as a 'function of hatred' paints to me a world that is uncontrollable, bound to whims and dangerously unpredictable, as intrinsic features of reality itself. It implies the social reality we live in is unaffected by logical reality, or that logic itself may be at the mercy of emotion.

Beliefs can be changed, and people can learn more about others, including how to internalise the fact of the personhood of others. When conflict is seen as a function of perception then conflict can be ameliorated, if not eradicated, simply with the truth.

[famdommcfanface]

The Omen is to Good Omens as Interview with a Vampire (the film) is to What we do in the Shadows as Black Sails is to Our Flag Means Death. Fight me.