i love how fraught and complicated discourse around various utena characters ‘dying’ is when anthy is literally stabbed to death eternally by a million swords imbued with human hatred. and then utena gets stabbed to death by them also. like. ‘death’ is incredibly interesting in rgu because most of the time it’s this ambiguous figurative thing that has interesting implications re: ohtori as a closed-off world one can escape. we are all trapped in our coffins. mamiya is the only named character with a grave. nemuro memorial hall functions as one all the same. ruka is implied to have died in the hospital— was he dead all along? who was the boy we saw for these two episodes? is this dead boy the same boy, or is this just another coincidence from the shadow girls, cutting like a knife? it’s heavily implied that akio and anthy murder kanae by poisoning her, adding to the previous implication that they were poisoning mr ohtori too, but there are no perceptible consequences of this. kanae’s absence is not felt. she’s fed an apple slice. what happens to the bodies? we know what happened to the 100 boys, but what about everyone else? and so on and so forth. ‘death’ is a tricky thing in utena, i think it’s constantly functioning on figurative and literal levels in very different ways for very different purposes. dios died. dios was dying. dios didn’t die. he grew up. etc etc
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DAMN. Just finished chapter 17 of Firefight and whooh. I cannot articulate how excited and thrilled I am for this new direction. I love your Death Wish fic and i'll be absolutely damned if I don't continue to love this one with just as much, if not more, fervor. You're an incredible writer. You immerse me in the environments, the sensations, the inner workings, and the emotions of these characters while your words seep both their souls and yours. I really just wanted to tell you how enjoyed your writing is. I look forward to each update with patience and support, and if you chose to end it, life got in the way, or any other reason, I would continue to support you as a writer and artist while repeatedly reading your works. Death Wish is the length of a decent novel and I've reread it about 4 times, each experience unique and loved because there's always something new and poignant to find in your writing. There's so much love and intent in your work, and it's so greatly appreciated. You're my favorite fic writer, thank you for all that you do. Keep doing what you love!!
waghs at you quietly. dude thank you so much you are far too kind to me aaaaaaaa
i have still a LOT of firefight to go!!!! there’s gonna be a planned hiatus in april as i am going away but i have never once abandoned a story and i won’t start now LMAO
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I don’t usually make posts like this, but I’ve been seeing a lot of anti-intellectual junk lately, and I really think we need to put the word “pretentious” up on a shelf until people learn what it actually means.
It doesn’t describe someone who likes artsy-fartsy deep meaning media. People who are pretentious are fake. They’re posers trying to be sophisticated and unique, not like other girls. They pretend to only like stuff they think will make them sound cool when they talk about it. They want to act like they know something you don’t, and they want attention for it.
By definition, if you genuinely enjoy something, you can’t be pretentious. If it resonates with you, and you analyze it, and you don’t care what people think, that’s the polar opposite, actually. If you love obscure experimental prog music, if you watch underground high concept indie films through English teacher eyes, if you spend hours in a modern art museum reading each piece as a vessel for storytelling, if your backpack’s full of poetry books that inspire you, if you play underrated games that were someone’s passion project, if you have an interest in studying the classics or the masters, you are not pretentious.
Of course, some people just don’t like some stuff, and that’s fine, but that’s not what this is about. Don’t let anti-intellectuals shame you for enjoying things just because your interests are inaccessible to them, because they refuse to be brave and put effort into critical thinking. You’re not stuck up for refusing to overlook the craft of artists.
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Do I think Susie has conveyed any kind of knowledge to Toto? No, at least not knowingly. Not just because it would fall back on her personally, but also on women in motorsport in general and the academy. There’s too much hinging on this.
Do I think Toto might have ways to obtain knowledge he shouldn’t be privy to? Absolutely I do. But that’s not a Toto or even a Mercedes thing, it’s a big player thing. Zak Brown and Christian Horner just cry wolf so that they’re out of the spotlight
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Hii! I just wanted to say ur art and oc designs r so lovely and diverse!!! Do u have any master posts or posts u would recommend to take a look at to get to know ur characters more?
Thank you so much, what a nice ask!!
I started to gather a bunch of links to posts for you, but good god there’s so many. I’ve left what I did put together below, but my best advice is to click on a character’s tag and have a scroll about~
You do bring up a good point though, I need to do some like, intro cards for all these guys (how did I end up with so many guys)
Addison Junwei and City both emerged from this sci fi comic series I never finished. They’ve changed a fair bit since then, but it’s fun to see the origins.
Junwei and Addison are best introduced here
This is City’s intro post~
And that one time I made him a succubus
Here’s Farisha and Edith’s first appearance together
And that time they were retired bounty hunters
And them being sweet
This is the best intro I can give for Cai
Beltran has a whole character sheet here
Then there was that time Cai and Beltran went to an ice planet
Side note, why did I go so hard on the world building for the ice planet??
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Some droidcaptain words for the hopefully still here and just really quiet fandom ✨ my prompt was “first hug”
Captain Andor, like most organics, is inherently difficult to predict.
Every day brings new experiences and data to collect and yet he never feels as though he’s made progress. He’s cataloged everything from the dark circles indicating poor sleep to the sound of his pleased sigh after his first sip of morning caf (brewed as dark as possible). K-2SO’s data is limited in the area of physicality, however.
“It’s a hug, Kay. Stop analyzing it.”
The Captain’s arm is slung around K-2SO’s hips, his side a wall of warmth against the droid’s chassis. No one touches security droids. He has no data on this behavior. He tells Andor this and receives an exhausted laugh for his trouble, but no further explanation. He does not pull away.
Hesitantly, acutely aware of the unknown territory he’s entering, K-2SO reciprocates. Their height difference means his arm wraps around Andor’s shoulders. He feels the human relax into the contact, which cannot be comfortable. The data rolls in. He finds it pleasing.
“You continue to be full of surprises, Captain Andor.” K-2SO remarks, and he dutifully files away the images of the lazy smile he gets in return.
“We’re partners now, Kay. Call me Cassian.”
“...Cassian, then.”
This too he finds pleasing.
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