Tubbo: I swear to God, Chat - I promise you, if it's the last thing I do, I am going to break up Fit and Pac.
Mike passed the crown of #1 Hideduo hater to Tubbo, and Tubbo took that title very seriously.
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Pac: I have a date with Fit tomorrow! You know the news, Tubbo?
[ Tubbo's Homophobic Arc ]
Pac: I got a date with Fit tomorrow!
Tubbo: You're - no... You're kidding..
Pac: Yeah, for real! Look - Mike shaved my hair you know, and gave me a new outfit so I can be like, sharp for tomorrow. ...You guys like it? You like it, Sunny?
[Judgemental silence]
Tubbo: That's so cool man, what he hell. That's fckin' sick.
Pac: Yeah, thank you! I knew it, I knew you'd- Oh, thank you, Sunny! I knew you guys were gonna love it, you know? I knew it.
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Tubbo: I swear to God- I swear to God- We need to add homophobia to the QSMP, I swear to God- I swear to God-
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Tubbo: Guys, I have to do everything in my power to break them up. What do you mean "no"?! This is awful, Sunny! This is awful!
Sunny: But why Pa?
Tubbo: THEY WERE NEVER MEANT TO GET TOGETHER! The stars told me so! They were never meant to actually get together!
Sunny: WHY PA
Tubbo: It's just wrong, Sunny! It's just wrong! I dunno how to explain it to you. It's just wrong!
Sunny: But it's loveeeee
Tubbo: ...If that's what you want to call it.
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Tubbo: HOW IS THERE GONNA BE ENOUGH SPACE BETWEEN THEM FOR ME NOW, SUNNY?!
Sunny: You're telling me you've never been in love Pa?
Tubbo: Listen, it's just not right.
Sunny: But I like bodyguard Fit and driver Pac :(
Tubbo: I like them too! They're my best friends! But they can't be together.
Sunny: I think you are projecting
Tubbo: PROJECTING WHAT? HUH!?
Sunny: I will find you someone, Pa.
Tubbo: I DON'T WANT SOMEONE! I DON'T WANT SOMEONE IT ONLY SERVES TO DISAPPOINT ME AND GET MY HOPES UP AND LEAVE ME- LEAVE ME NOTHING BUT A SHELL! A SHELL OF A MAN!
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Tubbo: Sunny - They're gonna hurt each other, Sunny- they're gonna hurt each other! And how will there be enough space between them for me now?
Sunny: Why would they do that if they care for each other?
Tubbo: People that care about each other, Sunny, hurt each other all the time! ALL THE TIME!
Sunny: But I care about you, and I don't hurt you.
Tubbo: No, that's different! That's different! The love that we have for each other is unconditional. Ok?
Sunny: Pa, I think you're just scared.
Tubbo: I'm not scared, I'm logical. All flags look red when you're wearing rose-tinted glasses.
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Tubbo: [In response to Sunny talking about Aypierre's agreement to build her a statue] You already have a statue! [Sunny hits him] Ow!
Tubbo: What about the one Fit and Ramon made you for your birthday? [Tubbo has an idea] See? Do you think Fit would have time to do stuff like that if he's too- if he's too preoccupied with his little shag buddy? I don't think so! I don't think so!
Sunny: Wait.
Tubbo: See? You see what I'm saying? You see what I'm saying!
Sunny: You have a good point now
Tubbo: See? You under- yes, exactly! We HAVE to break them up! They can still be friends! Fck it, friends with benefits! But they cannot be together. We cannot let them.
Sunny: OK I'M IN
Tubbo: [Claps] I KNEW I COULD COUNT ON YOU! I knew I could count on you!
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[Looking at fanart of Pac, Fit, and himself]
Tubbo: We- we have to split them up. We have to fckin' split them up. Oh, but I'm in this one! Oh, that's so-[Realizes it's him crying as a third-wheel] SEE?! SEE?! THEY KNEW! THEY KNEW! THEY FCKIN' KNEW! THEY FCKIN' KNEW!
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Tubbo: [In a thick "red-blooded American" accent] Wha- I just don't understand why they have 'ta keep shoving it down our throats! Goddamnit! I JUST WISH IT WASN'T MY SMP! [He hits his desk and laughs]
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Dono: Streamer becomes homophobic 'cause he can't get any
Tubbo:
Tubbo: Sunny, I'm just gonna need to brb for a moment.
Tubbo: [Stands up from his desk, walks away, and screams]
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Tubbo: I swear to God, Chat - I promise you - if it's the last thing I do, I am going to break up Fit and Pac.
OK, new mouse added, screenshot software redownloaded, let's continue the Nautiloid adventures. I also kicked my resolution down from 1440p to 1080p in the hopes that it might make some of the dialogue text screenshots a little larger.
Let's get the hell out of here.
The only other interactable object in this room is the "Eldritch Tablet," which sounds like something of a mindfuck in itself:
To the north end of the room is what appears to be some kind of possible exit.
The dragons are still flying around outside, the Nautiloid's tentacles flailing wildly in all directions, unearthly screams sounding on the wind. Hector does his best not to look in any direction, but continues going straight forward and letting pure adrenaline drive him. If he thinks too much about what's happening to him, he will absolutely lose it.
A rustle of movement behind him, the sound of footsteps, and he lets out a sharp cry of fear and dismay as the githyanki woman from the prison leaps into his path, a gleaming sword gripped tightly in both hands.
"Abomination! This is your end!"
He wants to object, to plead, to run, to panic - but before he can do any of these things, there is a sudden burst of blinding-white pain through his head. He staggers, eyes rolling back, as imagery flashes through his brain. Dimly he is aware that the woman's sword has dropped, that she seems to be clutching at her temples as well as a sudden energy surges between them.
"My head. What is this...ngh..."
Narrator: Your head throbs and your skin tingles. Visions rush past: a dragon's wing, a silver sword - and a flash of your face seen through the strange woman's eyes.
For a few terrifying moments, he feels as if he will lose himself there on that strange bridge of flesh, but slowly the pain ebbs and he is able to straighten up. The woman is looking at him warily, the sword now lowered, and an entirely unexpected expression slowly working onto her face - relief, even excitement.
"Tsk'va. You are no thrall- Vlaakith blesses me this day! Together, we might survive!"
He backpedals a few steps from her, his eyes narrowed, hands ready to go for the battered quarterstaff on his back. He can hold his own in a fight - but he doesn't trust himself in his current condition, manacled by fear as he is. His voice emerges in a hoarse croak. "Who are you?"
She glares at him, as if irritated at his slowness in understanding the situation. "Who am I? your only chance of survival."
"What made you think I was a thrall?" he asks, eyeing the sword now on her back with considerable caution.
Her scowl deepens. "We carry mind flayer parasites. Unless we escape, unless we are cleansed, our bodies and minds will be tainted and twisted. Within days, we will be ghaik. Mind flayers."
He feels the panic starting to rise in his throat again. He remembers reading of mind flayers in some of the older tomes at the monastery - terrifying creatures that consume the mind and personality of their victims for psionic energy. No one he knows had ever seen one - at least not before that ship roared out of the clouds above the city south of the temple...
"We are turning into mind flayers?" he asks shakily. "There must be something we can do!"
She shakes her head gruffly and turns away, pulling the sword from its sheath again. "We can do nothing until we escape - that must be our priority." She points down the path ahead of them; several of the monstrous winged creatures that surrounded the ship are now feasting on some of its fleshy construction, making squealing, slurping sounds of excitement.
"First," the githyanki woman says, "we exterminate the imps. Then we find the helm and take control of the ship." She rounds on him again, stabs a finger at his chest. "We will address the matter of a cure for this infection once we reach the material plane."
Hector nods blankly. He is desperately grateful for some sense of direction in this terrible place. (Where even are they? If not the material plane, then where?) He reaches for the memories of long hours spent training in combat in the monastery's training halls; it is a point of stability to which he can focus himself now. He does not know what is going on - but he does know how to fight. His masters saw to that from his boyhood.
He nods again, more firmly, and she turns away, charging outward towards the imps with a githyanki shout.
a weird pet peeve i have is when people post manga scans on here but post them left to right not right to left because it makes it so hard and confusing to read.
since I've seen it talked about in several places recently:
if you are going to do a whump- or kink- or ANY-tober or other similar challenges please please please don't post them as one fic with 31 chapters unless it actually is one coherent fic. if they're 31 completely separate fics or ficlets then please just make a collection for them or just post them as separate fics. it doesn't matter if they're only 100 words or if you think they're too small or insignificant to post alone, they're not.
and why this?
because if you post all 31 of them in one fic the tagging is absolutely useless. if I look for things to read on ao3 I'm gonna look at the tags, and if the tags include something that's a dealbreaker for me, i won't even click on the fic. I might not even SEE the fic because I've filtered out the nope-tag! so I'm gonna lose out on reading 30 perfectly nice fics because of one fic that my nope-tag applied to.
ao3 is about archiving. it's about clear tagging and being informative. there is nothing informative about it if the tags in the fic apply to random chapters while others have nothing to do with it. it makes so much more sense to have each work as an individual fic with its own individual tags and warnings, so readers can make informed choices.
of course, you do you. I can't police what other people decide to do. but personally, I find it incredibly frustrating to weed through 31 chapters to find the ones I actually want to read. so I don't. I automatically scroll past all works posted like that. and I know some others do, too.
there is absolutely no shame in posting short things on ao3. there is no minimum word count. no one is going to look at you funny if you post a small ficlet on its own, I promise. it's just going to make some readers very happy when they can actually find the things they want to read.
so, please. at least consider the upsides of posting each work as their own fic.
Wilbur: Yeah, I'm- I'm- I'm glad that I've actually done something right, Phil. Normally- normally on SMPs I'm- I'm always a bit of a- you know, a bit of a- a bit of a- a bit of a um, what's the word... uh... what's the word for like a-
A character looks straight into the camera and says "I'm not interested in romance" and people will still say "No, it's not confirmed they're aromantic!!!" "They could change their mind!!!" "it's a challenge for them to overcome!!!" "They'll have character development that makes them fall in love"
It's like they are given the most blatant answer to a character romantic orientation and they actively ignore it. all the while all it takes is subtext for people to speak as if it is fact for a character to be any other sexuality.
"As an educator, I don’t just want you to feel what I feel. I don’t want you to consider me correct because I said it beautifully. I want to sharpen your critical thinking skills and your world-making capacities. I absolutely do not leave emotion out of that! Emotions are as central as the written, verbal, numeric, social, ecological knowledges we are able to gain to navigate this world and the next. I am just… extra cognizant of how much I can lead viewers to feel with me without further thought. The videos of mine that go most viral are ones where I show the most emotion, whatever that emotion is: hopeful, cheery, despondent, grieved, furious, combative. We love emotion. We live such isolated, stifled lives.
The challenge of reading is to navigate the narrative without the overtures of overt feelings. There is no face to latch onto, no music that sways you. Words on a page especially cannot compete with screen-time. They’re not meant to. The boredom opens up space in your mindscape to your own thoughts, opinions, and feelings."
—Ismatu Gwendolyn, "you've been traumatized into hating reading (and it makes you easier to oppress)", from Threadings on Substack
i love love love the way you paint back lighting!! do you have any tips/ a step by step for the way you do it?
ended up making a whole painting just to break it down and explain my general process for subjects lit from behind so heres that + a timelapse!
main thing for drawing anything with a strong light source behind is to make the main subject Darker and more desaturated to convey that the light is behind them rather than to their sides (face cant be properly lit if the light is behind). Also making the Main highlight the brightest hue in the image helps to intensify it. I tend to use teeth/eyes as a good comparison point
some people have a tendency to make the sclera white out of habit but darkening that+ the rest of the whites helps the image read as Darker compared to the brighter highlight