#edgy!karl

[bluthmeth]

KARL AND CLIMBER BUT EPIC!

I fixed them lol

#art #fanart #art on tumblr #digital art #law of talos #castle of nations #law of talos fanart #climber endzome #endzone #ibispaintx #law of talos karl #karl and climber #epic face #edgy colors #neon colors

[snoopysads]

meeeeeeaaaaw 🐈

#met gala #karl lagerfeld #billie eilish #moda #style #messy #icons #anime #bios #soft #boys #girls #moodboards #dark #black #grunge #aestethic #cat #edgy

[tradingjack]

too late, too messy, but hey

better than never

#the boys #billy butcher #cw: blood #my art #artists on tumblr #too late as in season 3 came out at least a month ago or something like that lmao. i sketched this out at like 2am today #and went ahead and finished it cause fuck it. usually i only crosshatch traditional stuff #but i aint been drawin traditional stuff lately so #have messy digital practice instead #i recently binged the entire show and. to no one's surprise. butcher was my favorite character #bastard man. i love him. anyway #i'm probably not gonna draw anything else for this show. was a little too edgy for me to be really into it. but it's definitely very good #probably the best it could be tbh #in terms of writing and acting i mean #and god fucking damnit. karl urban has No Right #drawing #comic #comics #illustration #tv show #amazon prime

[minittwastaken]

every afterlife episode

co-worker: "This sandwich is good." whoever the fuck ricky plays: "my wife is dead so fuck you and fuck everyone, especially that sandwich."

(obligatory gervais transphobic joke)

#either that or the tamest shit ever you'd hear in middle school #it's all “edgy” comedians are good at #yes i watched season 1 #sick of it by karl pilkington better

[omgthatdress]

the major takeaway from last night is that Karl Lagerfeld was more of a personality than a designer and that Yves Saint Laurent was the clear winner of that rivalry.

For those who aren’t familiar, Karl Lagerfeld and Yves Saint Laurent were both fashion wunderkinds who emerged in the late 1950s, both appointed heads of major brands at the same time, and had very intense rivalry. Yves Saint Laurent took over Dior after the passing of Christian Dior, helped cement the brand as a major player in fashion, and then after a disastrous stint being drafted into the French army, built his own fashion brand that went down in history with its unique and diverse and always evolving looks.

Karl was always kind of behind Yves. He designed for a lot of major fashion brands, and managed to establish himself at the top of the game at Chloé, but he didn’t get his full on legendary status until he took over Chanel in 1983. This history of the Chanel brand was already pretty frought, with Coco Chanel modernizing and defining the fashion of the 1920s and 30s, but being forced to shut down during World War 2, during which she collaborated with the Nazis. Behind the Bastards did a pretty great two episodes on her. When the brand returned in the 60s, fashion had changed tremendously. Dior, Givenchy, Balenciaga, and Balmain had all taken over mid-century fashion, and now that aesthetic was being taken over by mod, the miniskirt, and the likes of Mary Quant, Pierre Cardin, and Paco Rabanne. So when Chanel came back it was largely seen as a stuffy old lady brand, which it remained until Karl took it over.

Now, this is where Karl actually did something really impressive that you honestly can’t take away from him: he took a fashion house in severe decline, one that had been in its flop era for literal decades, and he made it hip again, while still managing to stay true to the ethos that Coco Chanel had laid out.

Chanel is clean, minimalistic, and classy. It is easy to wear, effortless, and always extremely glamorous, which is what made it so iconic in the 20s and 30s. Given that the 50s and 60s were all about making a fucking effort, the thing that the brand managed to keep doing well was its suits. You know what kind of suits I’m talking about. Tweed jackets and midi skirts, neat tailoring, delicate pastel colors, pearls and camellias and chains. It’s not so much that it was edgy and exciting but it was expensive and it was *Chanel* and people wore it for the status symbol alone. That is what Karl took advantage of and managed to re-invent.

That sort of aesthetic fit perfectly into the you-can-never-be-too-rich-or-too-skinny 80s, when wearing status symbol clothing was everything.

Then, in the 90s, he managed to keep things exciting by following exactly what was on-trend at the time and incorporating elements of street wear and hip-hop.

However, after that, he kind of lost his edge and just rested on “it’s Chanel” rather than actually pushing the fashion envelope. By the time he died in 2019, he was a fucking dinosaur and fashion had long since moved past him. The thing that he was ultimately most well known for was his own very distinctive look and flamboyant personality.

Before I ever started studying fashion, I knew who Karl was because I’d seen him so many times, and I’d seen parodies of him so many times. I knew *him* but I didn’t really know his work. And I think having an incredibly boring Met Gala dedicated to him reveals that: his actual artistic legacy is skinnier than the models he used to berate. Karl Lagerfeld built his brand on his diva personality, and that sort of personality and outlook just isn’t hip anymore. Fashion is always about moving forward, and Lagerfeld’s beliefs should remain fossilized in the past.

#Karl Lagerfeld #Met Gala

[hxney-lemcn]

Heart to Heart — Edgar Allan Poe x gn! reader

summary: reader meets Ranpo's rival at Kyouka's welcome party, and seems to keep running into him. What happens when they both realize their feelings?

tw: mentions of suicide (Dazai smh), Poe thinks reader is pretty/beautiful (I do think these terms are gender neutral), mentions of death (?) (they're on a murder case with Ranpo)

a/n: I LOVE HIM! But it's so weird to write for Edgar Allan Poe as I had a unit about him for one of my English classes (this is why I mainly refer to him as Poe 💀).

wc: 3.7k

Master List

Your eyes trailed over to the mysterious man who sat where the clients normally sat. You had seen Ranpo greet him before swiftly leaving. You also noticed the mischievous gleam in his green eyes as he passed you by. The man, whose brown hair had a purple tint under the office lights, had been left sitting there with his adorable pet raccoon for over thirty minutes. You weren’t the most extroverted person, but even you felt a slight tug to include him in the party that was currently being held. 

You dearly hoped he liked cake as you approached the awkward man with two plates with a slice of cake on each. You had briefly recalled Yosano speaking of encountering a Guild member who met this man's descriptions. He had the power to entrap others in his novels and seemed obsessed with Ranpo. She had spoken of him comically, brushing him off as someone who wasn’t a threat towards anyone, and seeing him now you couldn’t help but agree. Although for the life of you, you couldn’t remember his name (or if Yosano had even mentioned it).

“Uhm, hello,” You greeted him. You couldn’t see his eyes through his bangs, but you were still able to see the comical surprise that shifted over his features. His face flushed a bright pink as his head shifted to look anywhere but you. “Do you mind if I sit with you?” You pointed towards the seat across from him. His shoulders scrunched up, causing his raccoon to fuss and jump down. 

He began to stammer over his words, mumbling things you couldn’t make out for the life of you. Placing his hands over his face, he stopped trying to speak and shakily nodded his head. Against your better judgment, you found yourself endeared to him already. You found his fashion choices worked for his aesthetic well, and his bangs covering his face seemed less like an edgy choice, and more of wanting to be hidden from the world. His shy personality and pet raccoon had also made him easier to adore. 

Sitting down, you placed the plate on the table in front of him, “I hope you like cake, if not, there’s tons of other snacks.”

“Th-thank you,” He stuttered out, picking up the plate with a reverence you didn’t understand.

That was how you met Edgar Allan Poe. You found yourself enjoying spending time with him, asking him about his pet to find a connection. It was weird, where you normally had trouble keeping a conversation with someone, it felt easier with him. You suspected that it had something to do with the fact that he was the one struggling in this situation. Conversation flowed easily, as your topic had switched from pets to mystery/horror novels. You both had more in common than you thought, and he even offered you a novel to read (that alone took up most of his courage…and you hinted that you’d like to read one).

“The Tell-Tale Heart,” You repeated. “Sounds interesting.” It seemed like any form of praise, even the tiniest, had caused Poe to short circuit. You had just said that the title of his work sounded interesting and he felt his heart pound faster. He was quickly forgetting why he was here in the first place, enraptured by your attention. The first time in years, he felt like beating Ranpo had taken the back seat, as he now wanted your approval as well.

“Wuuaaa~” Loud coos had grabbed both of your attention. Kyouka was currently holding Karl, the other members crowding around her to also see the raccoon. Poe ran over, hiding behind the other side of the table, trying to coax Karl away. A bright grin took over your features at the display before you. Joining Poe by his side, you patted his shoulder, hoping to comfort him a little. After all, Karl seemed to be loving the attention.

It didn’t take much time for you to see the recluse again. After the welcome party for Kyouka, you missed the chance to exchange numbers to stay in contact. Poe had managed to slip away in the chaos of cleaning, which left you feeling a bit downtrodden. But being Ranpo’s work partner had its perks…sometimes. To your utter surprise, Poe was at the end of your destination. Ranpo had snuck up behind the poor man, scaring the daylights out of him. Poe had become even more flustered when his eyes met yours. You waved at him in greeting, but he had quickly switched to asking why Ranpo was here.

That was how Poe ended up joining you both. You noticed how Ranpo gave time for Poe to figure it out. You had a hunch at the party. The fact that Ranpo had invited Poe, only to leave him, and now how he was trying to help Poe solve the crime. They were friends, or as friendly as it can get for a riverally. They almost seemed like siblings, bickering about who was better. 

“What do you think?” Poe asked, softly calling your name as he turned to you. You paused, you hadn’t paid a lick of attention to the current case, as usually Ranpo would solve it quickly while boasting about his ability. But now that Poe was here, and Ranpo was giving him a chance, he was looking to you for confirmation. 

For being someone in the Armed Detective Agency…you weren’t much of a detective. Yes you enjoyed reading mystery and horror novels in your free time, but you had joined the agency due to having nowhere else to go. Your ability had caused you too much trouble when you were young as you couldn’t fully control it. Even under Fukuzawa you still would have troubles. That’s why you were partnered with Ranpo, as your use of your ability was only used in emergencies. 

As much as you didn’t like to be chalked up to a mere guide, you found yourself more as a mediator since Ranpo would tend to upset others. Ranpo and you worked well together, your personalities complimenting each other well, and if someone took their anger (originally aimed at Ranpo) out on you, Ranpo would quickly shut them down and leave. 

You glanced at Ranpo, hoping he’d give you a slight hint at what was just said, but he only chuckled as he watched you both. With an anxious tone, you asked Poe if he could repeat himself. Thankfully, he didn’t seem to mind too much, repeating his process and conclusion with pink cheeks. If only you could see his eyes, the way the dark purple shined with hope of your approval. Perhaps an awed look would take over your features at his brilliance. 

“But then she would’ve had to be alive at 2pm, didn’t they say the time of death was 1:30pm?” You asked, genuinely confused. Scratching at his cheek, Poe gently informed you of how the suspect managed to kill her. It was quite convoluted and hard to imagine actually happening, but Ranpo clapped, approving of the conclusion (albeit a bit backhandedly).

“Wow,” You blinked in awe. “You both are so smart.”

“You should expect nothing less from the world's best detective!” Ranpo exclaimed, already leaving the scene. Suddenly, your praise for Ranpo evaporated. Turning to Poe, you hadn’t expected the blissful expression that painted his face. Karl rested around his shoulders, also seeming pleased. 

“C’mon,” You gestured to Poe to follow you with your head. “Let’s celebrate this together.” Poe had never felt this warm before, the way you smiled at him so sweetly made him feel warmer than the sun that was shining down on you both. He followed you (quite obediently might I add), feeling himself fluster further as you pulled him to walk beside you instead of slightly behind. You continued to point Ranpo where to go as he led the three of you to your usual cafe. 

You ate your favorite dessert, trying to ignore how flustered you currently felt. Ranpo was rambling about something or another, you were more focused on the raccoon that was currently nuzzled into your cheek (you knew Karl was begging but you could indulge yourself in his furry affection). Although you slowly felt your attention drift to the dark brown haired man that sat beside you. His gaze felt like it was piercing through you, and you weren’t sure how to react. Even though it set your nerves alight, you couldn’t help but enjoy the attention of the pretty author. 

Poe really didn’t mean to stare…I swear. He just couldn’t take his eyes off you. Every instance he’s with you, you seem to be more beautiful than he remembered. He wasn’t sure why, this was his second time talking with you after all, but each glance at you and his breath seemed to be stolen all over again. Not to mention how Karl seemed to favor you over him already. Poe understood, as from what he’s seen of you, you’ve been nothing but sweet. He’d nuzzle against you if he were a raccoon too. 

You had managed to get his number that time (more like Ranpo made a scene about why you both should switch numbers). Yet you found yourself hesitating. What would you even say? Then, like a light bulb went off, you remembered a certain promise Poe had made. Quickly, you texted him, asking him if he was free. You wanted to read that short story he mentioned the first time you met. 

Poe on the other hand, anxiously awaited a text from you. He couldn’t even focus on the novel that he was writing to challenge Ranpo. His eyes kept drifting to his phone, hoping it would buzz. Though the longer you took to text him, the more he started to doubt himself. Why would someone as amazing as you be interested in someone as lowly as him? You were Ranpo’s work partner, you already were surrounded by the best, what could he offer you? Poe slouched as these thoughts consumed him. You had shown him a light, and now he felt like he was drowning in his darkness once again. 

“Meow~” Poe’s phone buzzed. He perked up, quickly fumbling with the phone to open it. He had changed your ringtone and message notification sound the instant you mentioned you liked cats (this made him almost swoon as he also likes cats). As Poe read your text, he felt himself fluster (a feeling he was starting to get used to in your presence). Scrambling, Poe quickly made sure he had the story, a giddy yet nervous feeling consuming him. You were to both meet this weekend, and he was going to give you a copy of The Tell-Tale Heart at a cafe (similar to the one you went to before but a bit more quiet). 

…

You sat idly in a seat, watching the crowds pass by through the window. Tapping mindlessly at the table, you only looked up when a gentle bell chimed throughout the small shop. You smiled brightly as you waved Poe over. He shuffled over, taking a seat across from you, head bent down shyly. The waitress quickly swooped in, taking both your orders before leaving. An awkward silence fell over you both, and you realized that this was your first time together alone (in a sense). 

“This is for you,” Poe muttered, sliding a small book over the table. You lit up, picking up the small work and admiring the cover.

“Thank you so much!” You thanked, paging through the book briefly before closing it once more. You kept in mind the fact there was a personal note in the front, you’d have to read that later. 

“There’s a few other short stories as well,” Poe rambled slightly. “Th-they’re only a few pages in length so it wouldn’t have made much of a book alone.”

“You’re spoiling me,” You teased, placing the dark covered book aside (not wanting to accidentally ruin such a heartfelt gift). Both your food and drinks were placed in front of you not much longer. Poe felt his heart set aflame as you treated his work so gently, like it was something you genuinely cared for. If this counted as spoiling, then he’d write you anything you could ever ask for. 

It was that same night that Poe started to finally mull over his feelings for you. They had grown and had grown quickly. He felt himself shrink as he hunched over his current work in process, mind drifting towards you. There was no way he could’ve fallen for you (and so quickly). He’s a reclusive author trying to prove his worth, he had no time for silly distractions. (Who was he kidding, he was already dreaming up domestic moments he’d die to have with you). 

…

Ranpo found it funny at first. For the best detective, he was quite oblivious about others feelings (if he even cared), but even he couldn’t deny the fact that you both were head over heels for the other. It started to get grating over time as Poe was no longer focused on his rival. How Poe would blush as he looked towards you for approval, how he would stutter at your praise. It was so foolish, Ranpo really didn’t understand why Poe acted like such towards you. You were just another baby like the rest of the world, you just happened to be a baby that Ranpo cared about (not that he’d ever admit that).

Soon, Ranpo found your actions boring. The way you’d beat around your feelings, never admitting the obvious. It reminded Ranpo of how he felt before he met the President. How everyone was so sneaky about the truth, until the President made him realize people were really just that stupid. Ranpo couldn’t help but sigh at that thought, you both were terribly idiotic. 

“They’re just too caught up in their own feelings,” Dazai sighed, holding his head up in his hands. “How I envy Poe, to have someone to commit suicide with so readily.”

“I’m not commiting suicide with Poe,” You walked in with a deadpan. You weren’t sure why you or Poe were the topic of conversation between Dazai and Ranpo, but you didn’t like where it was going.

“Your tale of love is so-”

You swiftly slapped the back of Dazai’s head, warmth blooming on your cheeks. Were they saying you and Poe were romantically inclined? The thought alone made your entire body heat up (it would be hard to deny you felt affectionate towards the quiet man). 

“I’m sorry to disappoint but my love life is still as dull as ever,” You rolled your eyes, taking a bite of the snack you grabbed.

“It’s so obvious how you and Poe feel for each other,” Ranpo complained, a bored look on his face. “You’re too busy looking at your phone to witness my brilliance.” 

“Shut up!” You grumbled, face feeling like it was on fire. Were you really on your phone that much? 

“Ahhh~ There’s nothing to be ashamed of,” Dazai teased, a carefree look on his face. “Love is an extraordinary feeling. It’s only a shame when you don’t act on it.”

“That’s why a double suicide-”

This time Kunikida threw a pen at Dazai’s head, cutting him off. Kunikida’s glasses shone under the light as he pushed them up. “Stop trying to get them to commit a double suicide and do your work.”

…

Dazai’s words rung in your head. Although the context was spurious, they had some truth. It would be a shame if you and Poe had feelings for each other and neither of you acted on it (Lord knows Poe wouldn’t). So you decided it would be up to you, and what better than to write a love letter? It would be easier than to say it in person. Which is how you ended up hunched over your desk at home, once again viciously erasing what you previously wrote.

You couldn’t put your feelings into words. You weren’t terrible at writing, as writing reports on the daily had made you try different styles to keep your brain from turning into mush. Yet at the moment all your knowledge seemed to flow right out of your mind. You didn’t want to come on too strong, but you didn’t want to undermine your feelings either. You felt frustrated as the paper crumpled at the amount of times you had written and erased it. 

After what felt like forever, you finally settled on what you had written. It was short and sweet, it got your feelings across and it couldn’t be misinterpreted as anything but romantic (you literally ask him on a date at the end). 

You gave it to him when you met up in your weekly hang out. You both had agreed to it, greatly enjoying each other's company. It wasn’t always out in public either, as sometimes you’d go to his place (or vice versa). You were going over to his place, as he wanted to continue to work on his novel (but he didn’t mind if you joined him). It was a perfect opportunity to not only reread his book, but to hide the letter somewhere he would find it. 

Everything was going well, Poe had made some tea (mainly for you but you forced him to join you). Karl was resting on your lap, making happy chattering noises as you gently pet him. The atmosphere was warm and comforting, you couldn’t ask for better company (don’t tell that to Ranpo). You didn’t notice anything was off until Karl jumped off your lap, making you pause your reading. A white envelope was clasped in Karl’s jaws and you felt your heart drop. It was too late, the raccoon was faster than he looked. 

Adrenaline rushed through your veins, fight or flight reactions kicking in. Of course yours was freeze (you couldn’t be more grateful for the President’s ability as otherwise yours would have activated by now). Poe paused in his writing, setting his fountain pen down as Karl sat on the desk, placing your love letter down in front of his owner. You silently glared at Karl, what a little traitor. Poe’s head rose slightly towards you, and you quickly shoved your nose back into the book. 

Poe hesitated, unsure of what to do. Was this yours? Had you sent Karl as a messenger or was Karl up to his mischievous schemes? Poe didn’t want to invade your privacy, but perhaps you wanted him to read whatever was inside? Was this even yours? Maybe it was something Poe had written and forgot about (he could be quite forgetful). Once again, Poe looked over at you, and once again he caught you watching him. He felt himself fluster, deep down enjoying your attention on him. 

You hadn’t said anything, and you clearly acknowledged he had the envelope…so perhaps it was okay for him to open it. Hesitantly, he grabbed his letter opener and cut through. With shaky hands, his mind came up with ideas of what could possibly be written (his favorite idea was a love letter). He felt himself get giddy at the thought of you pouring your feelings for him out on paper for him to read. His heart beat faster as his eyes took in the lovely letter you had written. He felt like he was going to burst into flames at the forwardness. You wanted to go on a date with him? His mind felt like it was melting, how could someone like you be interested in him? 

You, on the other hand, watched from the safety of your book. You bit your lip to suppress your smile at Poe’s flustered state. You don’t think you could ever get over how cute he was. It felt even better that it was you he was flustered over. He buried his face into his hands, Karl tilting his head curiously. You on the other hand were sitting on the edge of your seat. Would he respond? Would he ignore it? It felt awkward that you were in the room when he read it, it was supposed to be when you were away!

“I-is it true?” Poe asked weakly. You almost missed it if you weren’t so tuned in to his reaction.

“Yeah,” You nodded, finally closing your book and placing it in your lap. “Don’t…feel pressured to feel the same way. I understand if you don’t.” You weren’t sure where your doubt came from, even you couldn’t deny how Poe acted around you. Yet you still felt like he might not want something like that. 

Poe fidgeted with the papers that laid before him. Suddenly, he pulled a fresh sheet of paper, quickly writing something down. You watched in slight wonder mixed with anxiety. What was he doing? Was he really ignoring you? Or was he replying? You fidgeted with the pages of your book, saying nothing as Poe handed the paper to Karl. Without hesitation, Karl made his way back to you. Standing on his hind legs, Karl placed his paws on your knees, paper resting in his mouth. You grabbed the paper, eyes stumbling to read over the words.

Poe really had a way with words. You thought his short stories were amazing, yet it was hard to breathe as you read his feelings for you. Your skin warmed at the sweet words he wrote of you. Finally, at the end, he had agreed to the date. You tried to take in deep breaths to compose yourself, you felt as flustered as Poe looked. 

“Show off,” You pouted, unsure how to react otherwise. You tucked the paper into your book, you would be sure to keep that safe to reread again. It wasn’t fair how he managed to make you feel fluttery and turn your insides into mush. 

Poe shrunk into himself, covering his face with his hands once more. He was just so cute…you couldn’t let him get away with such a crime. Standing up, you stood on the opposite side of his desk, leaning over while dragging his hands away from his face. Poe began to stutter, fumbling over all his words as now he felt like his brain was not only mush, but draining out of his head. 

Finally, you placed a short kiss on his cheek, “I look forward to the date.”

#bsd x reader #bungo stray dogs x reader #edgar allen poe x reader #bsd #bungo stray dogs #edgar allen poe #x reader #edgar allan poe x reader #edgar allan poe

[nichecomicstournament]

propaganda under the readmore

Karl Valley: hes an assassin hes a monk his brother was the edgy 90s batman hes probably gay. what more do you want

Colin Wilkes:

Colin Wilkes / Abuse is a gothamite hero who is usually known by those who heard of him, as Damian Wayne's first ever friend! Despite his proximity to such a major DC character, we actually hadn't seen him in anything other than a brief cameo in a special since 2010-ish! According to fandom wiki, he has a total of 9 (canon) appearances, with most of them being from Batman: Streets of Gotham (a book series that I'd say is one of the batfams' lesser-known series).

I think he'd be the perfect pick for the underrated superhero category, as not only does he have so few appearances, he also had SO much potential to be a great hero and character! He wanted to go after child abusers (the name being a reminder of this), and it would have been so interesting to see where his character could have gone. Both in his friendship with Damian, and in his journey as a superhero.

There is a little Colin Wilkes fandom out there, for the like few readers who remember this cool kid... but on a massive scale, he's definitely a bit more niche, with the majority of people not knowing he exists at all, in my experience.

#karl valley #colin wilkes #father valley #actual polls #polls

[vintagerpg]

What a curious book.

This is The Complete Guide to Necromancers (1995), the seventh in the DMGR series. On its face, it is a dedicated guide to death-obsessed NPC classes (both specialist mages and priests are covered). This in line with a long tradition of NPC classes detailed in Dragon magazine, like anti-paladins, ninja and the very necromancer-like death master, which give the DM tools to build villains who are player-like in their complexity and power. In this respect there aren’t many surprises — all aspects, good and bad, of the necromantic arts are discussed, including societies, artifacts and the various underpinning philosophies. As a universal force, Kurtz rightly works to reposition death magic as neutral, with only a handful of spells being obviously good or evil (he even revives the color coding of folklore — black for evil, white for good, gray for neutral) to reinforce this. There isn’t much envelope pushing here, though. As with just about every other corner of 2E D&D, this book is decidedly tame when compared to the wider field of edgy ‘90s RPGs.

The thing I find most interesting is how much of the book is cobbled together out of material Kurtz previously used for the Al-Qadim boxes Cities of Bone and Ruined Kingdoms (both 1994). The arch-necromancer Kazerabet first appeared in the former and the island kingdom of necromancers, Sahu, originally appeared in a different form in the latter (in a mini-adventure involving a dragon turtle!). Not all of Karl Waller’s illustrations are recycled from Al-Qadim, but many of them are. Art recycling isn’t unusual for TSR, but I can’t think of another time adventure material was remixed in this particular way.

#RPG #TTRPG #Tabletop RPG #roleplaying game #D&D #Dungeons & Dragons #Complete Book of Necromancers #Necromancer

[batsarebetterthanpeople]

Ok so I guess I kinda want to lay out why I'm more willing to forgive Ed's actions at the end of Season 1 than I am to forgive Izzy's even though Ed made murder attempts and Izzy didn't. It has to do with the morality of the show and the way that they've treated every other murder attempt up to that point. Stede and Nigel, Jim and Lucius, Ed and Stede, Izzy and Stede, Spanish Jackie and Geraldo, Mary and Stede, Buttons/Roach and The Swede all of these are treated with comedy and either immediately forgiven or breezed past or (in the case of Nigel) felt guilty about but ultimately treated as not that big a deal aside from the inner turmoil it causes Stede. With the exception of Calico Jack and Karl and Chauncey and Stede, literally no one gives a fuck when murder happens in this show. They just repeatedly try to kill each other with a like a 30% success rate and they keep it pushin. Death is, of course, an unavoidable part of a pirate lifestyle. All this to say that show by episode 10 has established I world where murder attempts aren't that big a deal and can usually be sorted out with a conversation if they can't be ignored all together, and that's the world in which Ed pushed Lucius overboard. That's the world in which Ed leaves the crew on a desert island. I still think he should have to answer for those actions of course, but it's not out of left feild or completely unforgivable.

Izzy on the other hand, his action have all come from a place of trying to control Ed and keep Ed stagnant. This show has character growth and self actualization set up as it's highest moral good. Izzy doesn't just try to kill Stede, that's not what makes a villain in Our Flag. Mary and Ed both make attempts that are forgiven immediately. What makes a villain is trying to keep other people from realizing themselves. Nigel and Chauncey do it to Stede by bullying him and insisting that his father was right and hes a bored little rich boy who will never amount to anything and refusing to accept him as a real pirate. Calico Jack does it to Ed by holding their shared history over his head and by insisting that pirates don't have friends. Izzy, in my opinion, is the worst offender by far here as he makes a deal with the fucking devil (the British Navy) in order to regain control over Ed. He insists that Ed is better off dead than happy. He breaks Ed down and refuses to let Ed be more than what he is on pain of death. He is straight up enacting abuse. If he has to sacrifice a toe to drag Ed down to his level than so be it, so long as Blackbeard is himself again. And before anyone says "if murder isn't that bad then why is threatening murder so bad" it's not just that he's threatening murder it's that he's enacting psychological warfare against Ed's very being. And on top of that he's doing it when Ed is already at the lowest he's ever been. In this way I think that Ed's greatest crime at the end is not what he did to Stede, or to Izzy, or to the marooned crew, or even to Lucius, it's actually what he did to Jim. By keeping Jim on after they gave up their revenge quest, he's unintentionally forcing them back into a life of revenge and violence, and by separating them from Oluwande he's keeping them from their chosen family. This is unintentional so I think it's more redeemable than an Izzy or a Jack or a Badminton (and it must be because Ed is still the love interest, he still plays the roll of the protagonist. He is not a villain, he will never be a villain no matter how edgy he dresses or how many murders he commits or how many evil evil montages he has set to Leonard Cohen songs) but it is still a crime that I think he'll have to answer for.

So yeah. In the morality of the Our Flag Means Death universe marooning and throwing people overboard for no reason are bad things, but they're not as bad as I think a lot of the fandom has made them out to be. And I think we have simultaneously forgotten just how fucked up Izzy's actions are.

#ofmd #our flag means death #blackbeard #edward teach #blackbeard ofmd #edward teach ofmd #izzy critical #izzy hands #jim jimenez #ofmd meta

[dreamhot]

Dream, fussing with a complex diagram on a whiteboard: and so George and I are friends, but we flirt, and that's fine. It's normal. Because Karl and I have kissed, right. But not the way I would've kissed George. I mean, maybe. That sounds wrong. Let's rewind to-

Edgy right wing teen, tied to a chair, choking back tears: Please just say a slur already please please please p

CAN WE RELAX JKDFJKSG

#smile.ask #anon #I'M OGNANBHGDSSHGDFGS

[calamari-minecraft-corner]

Alright, what’s the deal with Reset Loop AU? What causes c!Karl to go sicko mode?

OKAY SO! Long post ahead! And I want to preface that this was made over 2 years ago so this was way before when Eret talked about the finale— also it’s a bit edgy so I’m sorry in advance

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The basis of the Reset Loop AU is that Karl, the boy tm, wants to figure out a way to help others in the server. As well as learn more about the gods that inhabit it (yes, gods, there’s more than just DreamXD in this au :3). Along the way he realizes the power that DreamXD holds since he is the most powerful one on the server, and in a last ditch effort, thinks that the only way to protect everyone is to take DreamXD’s godhood.

However it doesn’t go as planned.

To reach DreamXD he had to go through the In-between and the Other Side, which resulted in his memories getting jumbled and messed up. However he persevered and once he went through the realms, he finally encountered DreamXD. There was a fight and Karl *somehow* got the upper hand against the god, which instead of killing him he basically absorbed all of his powers. This resulted in him basically going sicko mode and mad with power. As well as that he had absorbed part of the other two realms which resulted in his well— look. Now that he had the power of a god, he could do whatever he wanted! The thought of wanting to protect the server and his friends left his mind and he realized he could just reset it over and over and no one will notice!

For the most part.

That’s the basis of how Karl goes sicko but some more tidbits—

Each of the members of the DSMP have more monstrous attributes- except for Karl. For example, Eret was the embodiment of a Lich king and George was a fungus Zombie.

DreamXD is NOT dead. After basically having his powers taken away, he was sent to the mortal realm to basically be a player in the server. He’s a mortal and can die, but he hides himself away from everyone in fear of that.

After XD got dethroned, the other gods basically turned away from the server— not wanting to deal with whatever was going on.

Karl pretends to be friendly on the server, acting like how he usually would in the server but obviously it would work up to a point.

Sileo, the OC i made for this au, is the only one that knows about the loops in the beginning of when the story starts. She wouldn’t realize until she feels a horrible case of deja vu and it freaks her out.

This would result in Karl basically terrorizing her a lot, since she’s a Thorn in his side when she’s trying to figure out how to stop the loops.

The Eggpire is slightly different- the only difference is that when the Egg absorbed Skeppy, the egg turned into a white Diamond. It still Functions as the egg otherwise though.

It is possible for other members of the server to remember the loops, it would just take time is all.

Dream would be the next person to realize something’s wrong, but he would handle it in his own.. way HDJSKSKS

Philza also attempted to stop Karl but it didn’t go as planned and it basically resulted in the Colorzas existing as well—

That’s all I can think of, but I’m glad to answer any more JDJSKSSK again it’s edgy and very outdated, but it’s an AU I hold close to my heart.

#The Reset Loop AU #cala rambles #dsmp #dreamsmp #dream smp #dsmp au #dreamsmp au #au

[communistchilchuck]

karl im so fucking sorry i used to call you an edgy jpv recolor i wasnt familiar with your game

[xomoosexo]

Right now i don't care Much about all this bc the only person i was fan of on that server is tmmy so all the Karl, tubbo thing is just no My interest. Honestly i don't think this is very serious. I do think its serious that Harry is on that smp Even thought he spread very serious misinformation about another cc and never apologied. That's what i think should be discussed more

yeah same I really don't care I was mostly making a joke about the lineup 😭 the only thing that annoys me is how tommy and tub bo have been industry planting harry soooo hard recently because they become good friends 😭 like why him. I preferred erin as the go-to slightly dranti edgy one. can we switch back?

#that was crazy though like whaaat #askies #negative

[justpuppylove]

Hello everyone:]

This is a new account so I figured I’d introduce myself before posting anything! I’d appreciate if minors didn’t interact with my posts.

I’ll go by skull [so edgy ik], I use he/they pronouns, and I’ll mostly write smut for mcyts. It may be possible for me to write fluff and angst in the future but atleast for right now I’ll stick to smut as that is what this account was created for.

I’ll take requests for basically everyone other than minors. I will do a wide variety of kinks and most if not all of my posts will have afab anatomy with gender neutral names. I’ll mostly use they/them pronouns but depending on the post that might change. I’ll probably do alot of nsfw hc’s. I also want to say that I am mostly a bottom so my posts will definitely revolve around that.

Some of the people I’ll write for: The dream team, Karl Jacobs, and Wilbur soot [if you’re uncomfy with any of these you can block me, I won’t be offended] IM NOT WRITING FOR QUACKITY ANYMORE.

I’ll write step stuff, threesomes, and basically every other kink but I refuse to write actual incest. I also won’t write about scat, cis mlm smut, or wlw.

I don’t mind doing hc’s for cis mlm relationships but I won’t make full on stories of them.

I probably won’t do posts on cc’s that I don’t really watch but I’ll definitely do posts on the dream team and other cc’s surrounding them.

Anyways, my requests are open for anyone who wants to request anything! I promise I’m not a shit writer.

#mcyt #mcyt smut #dsmp #dsmp smut #dreamnotfound #dreamwastaken #georgenotfound #sapnap #smut #dream team #dream team smut #dream smut #wilbur soot #quackity #justpuppylove

[greypetrel]

I see you've been asked several already, so for the Tolkein asks: whichever question you want to answer most, but haven't been asked c:

Hi Mo! :D

Thank you! The temptation to answer all the questions left was there... But I don't want to pester you with basically an essay, so I'll select a few x°D

Edit after writing it: *it's still an essay* Oops.

2. If you were the Middle Earth race that your personality most matches, which would it be?

I'm a Hobbit. Definitely a Hobbit. No love for being on centre stage, will eat six meals per day (listen, snacks are important ok), is very comfortable at home, but resourceful when needed. I miss the love for gardening, my thumb is very black and I have little interest for plants that I can't eat because what's the point. But Bilbo in the book dreaming while camping in the cold of a cozy afternoon spent reading with the kettle on the fire speaks to my soul.

10. Favorite performance by any actor in the Tolkien film projects? Bonus: What's your favorite scene with them?

Bernard Hill as Theoden always gets me. He's just the right level of intensity, melancholy and grieving because he's old and feels like he hasn't accomplished anything. The tenderness and the respect he has for Eowyn as his beloved niece AND a wise woman he can be happy leaving his kingdom to (Eomer goes with him to a potentially suicidal mission. He's saying, to me, that his heir is HER, not him). And his speeches are all-!!! The Pelennor Field's one always have me shivering. The words are nice, sure, but his acting was just great. All of the Rohan part is just peak casting and great. Miranda Otto did a stunning job, her singing the mourning song haunts me. And THAT SCENE where Karl Urban just screams himself raw when he finds apparently dead Eowyn. I still don't know why exactly it was cut from the cinematic version, it was a pity.

Andy Serkis. I am appalled that he doesn't appear in more movies because honestly find me any other person who would have delivered a Gollum in the same way. (and please Hollywood cast him in more diverse roles, make me see his face, he's GOOD, give him a chance)

Since no one named him: Sean Astin as Sam. REALLY. The way he can go from grumpy and pouty to bright and happy seeing Frodo and absolutely EPIC. He's a whole journey by himself. Favourite scene: I can tell you the PO-TAY-TOES scene by heart, mimicking Gollum as well. But his speech at the end of Two Towers.

And also. Not a favourite because it's down for lines that are not so good, but... I know it's highly unpopular, but I really liked Morfydd Clark as Galadriel. She's not Cate Blanchett, and she's not supposed to be. That's still Edgy!Galadriel that she plays, she's younger and still hot-headed and please read the book and find out that Galadriel is not an ethereal lady, she's a Noldorin and she can and she WILL kick your ass. Clark does it, she has the right look for it. (her lines could have been better? Yes. I still think she did good with what she had.) (I'm all for edgy and angry, more human-like elves, and thought I know it's flawed, but I liked Rings of Power.)

12. Tolkien's work contains a lot of interesting themes: devastation of war, things lost that cannot be restored, rebirth/renewal, holding true to one's companions even when it is darkest, and others. Which is the most important to you?

I'll try to be brief here, I could fill a dissertation over this.

But mainly:

“It's like in the great stories, Mr. Frodo. The ones that really mattered. Full of darkness and danger they were. And sometimes you didn't want to know the end. Because how could the end be happy? How could the world go back to the way it was when so much bad had happened? But in the end, it’s only a passing thing, this shadow. Even darkness must pass. A new day will come. And when the sun shines it will shine out the clearer. Those were the stories that stayed with you. That meant something, even if you were too small to understand why. But I think, Mr. Frodo, I do understand. I know now. Folk in those stories had lots of chances of turning back, only they didn’t. They kept going, because they were holding on to something. That there is some good in this world, and it's worth fighting for."

This.

The fact that no matter how dark it is outside, there's the promise of light and joy at the end of the tunnel. Hope in spite of everything.

And the fact that it doesn't matter where you come from, it doesn't matter who your ancestors were, how tall are you, how much your people has been involved in a situation before. You are valuable, your help is not in vain, there's some good you can do. See: Pippin's arc. Going from fool of a Took, basically a baby thrown in a world so much greater than him... And standing up to the situation, in the end, just because he wants to help, even if he's scared. His taking the Palantir and talking to Sauron, in the end, is one of the biggest assists given to Frodo... and he's the member of the Fellowship that had the least reasons to be there, the least experience and knowledge to help the mission. In the end, he's just as useful as everyone else.

#ask game #tolkien twenty questions #petrel replies #... Tolkien has been my hyperfixation since I first saw the first movie at 9 #in case it wasn't plenty clear #(on “Badass Noldorin Galadriel”: I know Cate Blanchett does it in the Hobbit movie.) #(But I really really didn't like those movies and I don't want to be unpleasant on the subject.) #(I'm glad if you -reader- enjoyed them! I envy that you did!) #(unfortunately for me it wasn't so and to preserve your love I won't engage in any The Hobbit trilogy discourse)

[omgthatdress]

My problem with this year's theme is that the Met Gala should be about taking fashion to the extreme, and to me Chanel is not...that. There's already been enough celebrities not commiting to the theme in the past few years, they didn't have to make it worse with a boring theme.

*sigh* there are moments when Karl really was pushing the edge with Chanel and actually doing stuff that was fresh and modern and edgy but that was in the 80s and 90s.