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the-one-that-weeps · 25 days
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I don't think we talk enough about Rui's directing.
Rui who rewrites stories,
Rui who creates a new story where the Ugly Duckling is accepted nonetheless,
Rui who creates a Red Riding Hood where the grandma shares the pastries with the wolf,
Rui who takes ancient tales of knights killing dragons and makes them friends instead. Not pets, not subordinates — friends.
Rui who takes all these gruesome stories about hatred and death that are supposed to educate kids about the Earth they live in and reshapes them into kinder, softer, more colourful worlds for all the world to see.
Where the wolf isn't a synonym for villain, where a child would never be abandoned, where innocence is neverland and never lost.
Where all that is broken can always be fixed and where Cinderella can kiss her princess under the moonlight with no worry in the world.
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salmonpiffy · 1 year
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My personal opinion, these soundtracks slaps
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bonefall · 23 days
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I personally like Thunder's prosthetic. Explained it to my friend (who does use a mobility device, a cane and wheelchair, and listens to me rant and infodump about BB) and they agreed, it's important to know that not every person needs what someone wants to give them. It's another example of "bad ableist person does a thing that hurts a disabled person because they are bad and ableist".
Clear Sky got Jagged Peak killed and would have killed Sunlit Frost! He would absolutely force his disabled son to be "normal" and present it like a privilege. "I wouldn't do this for anyone else, it's special, why don't you want to be helped?"
Thunder Storm should toss it in Clear Sky's face. (I would say toss it into the river but we do not pollute waterways in this house)
Thank you for telling me this, and tell your friend I'm thanking them too! If they have anything else to add please forward what they have to say
Since BB!DOTC tackles some of the heaviest topics in the entire series because its canon equivalent is so dark, I think very carefully about what I do here and how I show it. I take feedback on its sensitive aspects very seriously. If I'm understanding the criticism properly, it's that I should avoid stigmatizing prosthetics by making sure Thunder Storm's not the only one with it-- which he's not! And I'll add even more.
I don't want to avoid something only because it's uncomfortable if the topic is important, and my portrayal is respectful. Ableism IS uncomfortable! There are some situations where a prosthetic is not wanted! I think the rejection of this particular one is both a good opportunity to show a type of ableism and ALSO is very fitting for the characters.
In BB!Clear Sky's mind, the villain, he's fixing an old mistake. He can't admit that he got Jagged Peak killed or take REAL accountability for it (though he will, occasionally, apologize insincerely), but deep in his bones, he knows what he did was cruel. He'll never tell anyone this because he doesn't really cognate it himself, but Thunder Storm NEEDS to take his gift.
If Thunder doesn't take it, it blows a hole in his newest story. You see, throwing Jagged Peak out was All That Could Have Been Done back then. It was a Tragedy and he simply Made A Hard Choice. He regrets it very much, But You Have To Understand.
But now? Now? Well, behold. Look at what he's accomplished since the tragic death of his little brother. His cats are well-fed, cared for, and stable enough to make such incredible advancements. If only Jagged Peak had been able to hold on longer, if only he could be here now, I could fix him.
Just like I can (MAKE YOU JUST LIKE ME) fix you.
"Everything I've ever done is for Jagged Peak. For Fluttering Wing. For you." Thunder Sky is SPECIAL, but if he rejects any gift, tries to turn down the "privileges" offered to him, in an instant that becomes ungratefulness and arrogance. He both forces him to be special, and then leverages it against him if it's rejected. "Spoiled brat, doesn't appreciate what I've worked so hard to give him."
It all goes back to him and his own guilt. He can NEVER be wrong. He can't accept his family doesn't have to be "normal" or reflect his own ability. He won't see himself as a bully, let alone a murderer. It was never about his son's comfort or finding out what Thunder Storm wants or needs, it was about his own ego.
...All that said I'm still taking feedback if there's anything else I should keep in mind, or if anyone has a counter point, especially if you also have experience here.
(In the interest of having a link trail for posterity, here's the critique/call for feedback this is in response to)
#ALSO also I will take suggestions on other characters who should have prosthetics#Sunlit makes sense and it will make a really nice character moment later for him to have one built#There's also an amputee in RiverClan few people talk about called Stonestream#I can give him one and bump him up into a bigger character. In BB he is the sibling of Willowshine#BB!DOTC#better bones au#Also just as a side note... I love writing BB!Skystar. My ire for the character comes from his redemption arc so I feel like I get to--#--write the character I WANTED to see#Same with Bramble in other BB arcs#cw ableism#tw ableism#ableism#They're fascinating in that they always have to see themselves as the victim or the hero#They believe every lie they tell.#If you ever catch them in a contradiction they will still try to find some way to turn it on you and YOUR lack of understanding.#Interestingly both of them are ableist. Sky's is just more obvious because he's LOUDLY bigoted.#But BB!Bramble is *notably* less close to Jay for a very sad and very subtle reason.#Jay just doesn't serve his ego like the others do until much later in his life.#unfortunately most bigotry is like that.#the type you have a hard time calling out because it's a deniable bias. the constant gaslighting of being part of a marginalized group#Maybe I need to address the criticism by adding a character with a prosthetic to THIS arc even earlier#Problem is that like... Thunder's small merc group is already full of disabled characters and their THING is forming in response to ableism#OH maybe I'll put someone in the Forest Cat group which is lead by Slash?#I need to finish that last book and then gather up all the cats for sorting into allegiances
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ravenmoodle · 18 days
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The Bramble
Wanted to create a 'envy' themed monster- but without being too on the nose. So I was thinking this eldritch god who envies humans for the simplicity of their existence.
the tangle of space. who yearns for the simplicity of being mortal
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sarah-the-anything · 8 months
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I keep thinking about how murderbot so intensely avoids describing itself at all. The most we get is the clothing description when it picks out an outfit, or the description of changes that art makes which reveals that MB has hair in the first place. It wasn’t until then that I even realized it had hair.
Like… is it because it thoroughly doesn’t care about how it looks to reference itself, or is it because of how intensely it doesn’t want to recognize that it can look human?
MB worries so much about blending in when it’s traveling alone, but the reality is that people constantly mistake it as human without it even trying. And it just so thoroughly cannot recognize itself as being anything close to humanity that it has constant anxiety about it.
And I know MB doesn’t WANT to be human, so there’s that, but it dehumanizes itself (through poor self talk) to a level that is so self detrimental that it invalidates it’s entire existence. 
Maybe the word I should be saying is not dehumanizing, but something else that indicates an unwillingness to recognize any self-worth at all whether or not it’s human or a construct.
And a big portion of this is the fact that it has been told it’s so disposable for it’s entire life. I mean it’s entire programmed fighting style is “let the thing kill me before it kills my clients.”
And I think that’s reason that I connect so intensely with murder bot: because I often feel a lot of the same things in terms of my own self worth, that we really do live in a society that doesn’t value the people in it, just like that of the rim. I also hate describing myself, because to describe myself, would be to recognize what is there, and to eventually recognize that it has value, which is something that Murderbot refuses to do about itself.
 And Murderbot is constantly making fun of preservation for doing things that inherently puts values on the members of it society, for example, a right to food and aid and care. And then suddenly, this care is put onto Murderbot by the people of preservation and it’s so surprised that it can’t even take it seriously.
And it makes me wonder what needs to happen to Murderbot in order to value it as much as it values the people around it?
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ilovecoelacanths · 2 months
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fishuary 2024 day 1- shark (bramble shark) :]
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@fish-daily
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synonymroll648 · 8 months
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am i blind (please tell me if i'm blind) or did shannon hand us the facts that:
biana has tackled people into everglen's lake if that's what it takes to win tackle bramble (and probably will do it again if she's not gonna get disqualified for it)
keefe has covered a bramble ball in something from slurps and burps to win at least once (but fitz never specified what it was so we as a fandom can run wild w/ what the elixir did)
and then we never. talked about it??
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night--heart · 7 months
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bramblestar warrior cats made this post
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ghoul--doodle · 2 months
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Bramble png.tuber
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Heh lil creecher
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picturebookshelf · 4 months
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A few of my favourite illustrated books that I posted over 2023!
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alder-reid · 7 months
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"Hi. Nettle mentioned we probably ran into each other, uh. Before. Sorry for not saying anything." He'd joined Bramble at the fire making station where he saw her momentarily alone, admittedly still feeling guilty and like a massive asshole for not having recognized them. There had been a lot of faces in and out of Eleven, and most of the time he'd been too caught up in his own anxieties to try to remember anyone who wasn't immediately fighting beside him. He eyed her cautiously, not yet sitting down, not sure how she might respond-- she may not be as chatty as Nettle. "Okay if I join?"
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@bramble-berrybush
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steorransaluki · 6 months
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I had to chop off a lot of finch's ear hair bc she was dumb and got herself tangled in brambles
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void-botanist · 2 months
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Rose's Kiss Week Day 5: Lonely
OCs: Marcus Asalun (aka Anchesh Pabat) and Gren Orech-Pabat
Words: 1335
Content warnings: mentions of family health issues
Notes: this takes place six months after Anchesh married his last spouse, human himbo Gren.
At the other end of the sofa, Gren sighed for the tenth time in as many minutes.  He was staring off at the other end of the room, chin propped up in one big hand, and more than likely didn’t even realize he sounded so despondent.  
“How are you doing?” Anchesh asked.
“I’m fine.  It’s just lonely without Yera.”
Probably it was best not to talk too much about Yera, because Gren would only get sadder if he started thinking about why Yera was out of town and how stressed she must be.  Instead Anchesh put aside his knitting.  
“I’m probably not as good at cuddling as Yera,” he said, moving to the cushion next to Gren, “but I’m here.”
Gren instantly pivoted and deflated into his lap, settling one cheek against his thigh and a hand over his knee.  Today Gren’s hair was held in a bunlike fold with just an alligator clip, which Anchesh gently pulled out and set on the open cushion beside him.  Then he combed his fingers back through Gren’s loose locks.
“I feel bad being lonely,” Gren murmured.  “Her family needs her way more than I do, and I’m not alone here.”
“You’re her family too,” Anchesh answered in the same low tone.  “And it doesn’t feel the same, not having her here.”
“Yeah.”  Gren squeezed his leg a little, like he needed something to cling to.  
Anchesh let Gren’s hair slip through his fingers over and over, massaging Gren’s scalp with each draw.  Truth be told, he was worried about Yera too.  She would be fine, unless her father got worse.  He probably wouldn’t die, not yet, but the wondering and waiting felt unsettling enough for him at home—it must be awful for her.  She was right to have the rest of them stay behind, except Hossan, because sooner or later they’d all be at loose ends and end up making her feel worse.  But he still wished he could be there to hold her and talk to her, probably just the same as Gren.  
“Maybe I don’t spend enough time with the rest of you,” Gren said suddenly.  “Especially you.”
“I don’t mind how much time you spend with Yera and Hossan,” Anchesh answered.
“Yeah, but—” Gren rose from his lap, slowly enough that he didn’t pull his own hair in Anchesh’s hands.  With his hair pushed behind his ears, he said, “I’m your husband too.  And you don’t get tired of me like Pali does.  I would leave you alone if you wanted me to but you’ve never told me to do that.”
Anchesh handed him the alligator clip.  “I mean, I’m happy to spend more time with you.  I just don’t want you to worry too much about it.”
Gren stared at nothing while he smoothed his hair back into a ponytail and clipped it there.  Then he continued looking at some spot further down the sofa.  “Anchesh...do you love me?”
It was a serious question that deserved a serious answer, but Anchesh was distracted by the plaintiveness of Gren’s voice.  Had this been worrying him for the last six months?  
Gren waited two seconds before adding, “Not like you love Yera or Umedes, but...”
He took Gren’s hand from his lap, and Gren looked up.  “I do love you, Gren.  You’re my friend.  And my husband.  And I’m glad I married you.”
“Really?”  He didn’t seem entirely convinced.
“Really.  I would have married you just for Yera and Hossan, but I like having you around too.  You’re so bright, and lovely, and you always make sure we have what we need.  And—”
“I think Pali does that.”
“Pali doesn’t keep everyone upbeat,” Anchesh said.  “And she’s definitely not good at making sure we all rest, especially not herself.  I think she’s gotten more sleep in the six months you’ve been here than she has since I married her.”  Gren didn’t say anything, so he kept going.  “We need someone who’s as thoughtful as you are.  I need someone who is.”  An almost melancholy gratitude welled up in him, and he tried to figure out how to put words to it.  He wasn’t sure that Gren understood how much he made life more bearable.  He wasn’t sure any of his spouses did, even though he didn’t know where he’d be without them.  He loved all of them, and he needed all of them, and on some level he needed Gren, the only one who wasn’t at least a little wrapped up in politics and particularities, most of all.  He put his other hand over Gren’s.  “You mean a lot to me, Gren.”
“Do you think you could say that more?  Not that, but like, ‘I love you’?”
When was the last time he’d told Gren he loved him?  Even if he didn’t remember exactly, he had a feeling it had been days, or weeks.  He’d decided without thinking about it that Gren didn’t really need to hear it, and he definitely didn’t need to hear it from him, arguably Gren’s least favorite spouse aside from Pali.  
“Of course I can,” he said, rubbing his thumb over the back of Gren’s hand.  “I’m sorry I haven’t said it very much.”
“It’s okay.”  Gren put his other hand on top of Anchesh’s.  Then he dropped his cheek against Anchesh’s shoulder.  
“You know you can always tell me about your feelings,” Anchesh said.
“You don’t tell me about yours,” Gren said.  “Except in bed, kinda.”
“Do you want to know about my feelings?”
“Yes!”  Gren lifted his head and his face was all exasperation.  “I know I don’t understand all of the things you do but I can understand how you feel!”
“Most of my feelings aren’t good.”  And it would be cruel to burden someone like Gren with them.
“I still want to know,” Gren said.  “I just want to be there for you, but I never know what’s going on with you.”
He’d given up on being there for Gren because it was obvious Gren didn’t need him, and he couldn’t keep track of the constantly shifting world he lived in with Yera and Hossan.  “While Yera and Hossan are gone, maybe we should focus on that.  Being there for each other.”
“I’d like that.”  Gren’s eyes fell to their hands, and Anchesh thought he could see a blush rising in his cheeks.  “I’d also like to kiss you more.”
“You can kiss me whenever you want.”  He felt like he meant that the most of anything he’d said so far.  Gren raised his head and went straight to softly touching his lips to Anchesh’s, his mustache tickling at Anchesh’s smooth-shaven upper lip.
On the next kiss his hand caressed the curve of Anchesh’s neck, and then he untangled his other hand from Anchesh’s and threw both arms around his neck, and when that apparently wasn’t enough he broke the kiss and fully straddled Anchesh’s thighs, hunching a little to reach his lips.  Anchesh tilted his head further back in turn, feeling the pleasant tension of his horns pressing against the back of the sofa.  Despite his position, Gren didn’t seem like he was trying to be seductive.  He kissed Anchesh to savor him, like he was fresh water on Gren’s parched tongue, a tongue carefully exploring the contours of Anchesh’s.  He was in no rush, and his skin was warm against Anchesh’s where they touched, Gren’s feet pressed against his knees, hands along the edge of his neckline, soft lips drinking him in.  Anchesh let his hands run back over Gren’s thighs, his hips, to the bare, fuzzy skin at his midriff, and held on there.  
When Gren pulled back at long last, his breath was edged with gasps, and so was Anchesh’s.
“I love you, Anchesh.  I love you so much.”
Without a word, they pulled each other close, Anchesh wrapping his arms around Gren’s back as he leaned forward to press his cheek against Gren’s shoulder.
“I love you too, Gren.”
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churchydragon · 7 months
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Okay okay more ideas for my silly Ultrakill Co-Op au dream beforei go to bed, maybe what replaces the V2 fight is a new V model. They don't have V1 or V2 anymore, and they can't just let valuable assets like that wander free, so they back a new machine, V3, which is built for stuff like scouting, spying, and, of course, tracking. It eventually tracks down V1 and V2 and the company or army or whatever that made them swoop in to collect them. Then of course humanity dies, and with it, and all the machines head into Hell
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achillesheelll · 10 months
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Just finished playing Bramble The Mountain King and it was SO GOOODDDD i loved Lemus he was a real one through and through
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