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balteus · 5 months
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actually re: fromsoftware politics. i do think it's very interesting that the anti-colonialist RLF, ostensibly considered the 'good guys' of the game, were initially explicitly called the communist faction. armored core always has been a series critical of oligarchies and hyper-capitalism, but it's... very interesting to see just how blatant that is in ac6 specifically
you'd think that fromsoftware would eventually drop the ball on the "the ruling class will kill you and cannibalise itself in order to stay alive" considering that they're considered elite AAA devs rn, but thinking about elden ring and ac6's narratives, they've really only gotten more obvious about it - the horrors of colonialism and genocide and the sympathy given to the rage of its victims is something that's actually insane to see, to me, from such a big studio - fromsoft doesn't even attempt to be centrist about it.
for example, the frenzy flame ending. the only thing melina can tell you to dissuade you from pursuing it, ie literally destroying the world forever, is that there's still beauty in the world, apart from the suffering the golden order had caused. at no point however is the sheer despair of the people that the flame represents villanized. if anything, it's portrayed as a self-fulfilling prophecy, it is a tragedy. the only villain is the order who slaughtered all of these people, the flame of despair is something that emerged in them as they were buried alive. and the flame isn't even intended as a revenge upon the world, it's simply a means to end the pain they feel for being subjected to this.
their grief isn't something for the player to judge, it isn't something they're forced to overcome, it's simply a physical manifestation of the reality that was forced upon them. and these people, the merchants, are still kind to us, even knowing the order that we pursue. (in fact, the true, considered best ending of elden ring, is literally just sacrificing yourself in order to achieve complete anarchism. and getting a cool wife to endure the loneliness of space along the way)
in ac6 then, ayre is so terribly forgiving towards us, knowing what we are, knowing what made us, knowing what we participate in. some of this undoubtedly is because of her narrative role, she has to be a sympathetic character. but we do get to see her rage at the end, her grief for her species being seen as nothing more than a resource to be exploited or burned fully vocalized. but the RLF is sympathetic too as resistance fighters who want their home back. the only criticism the game ever leverages towards the RLF is that they're actually not radical enough in their pursuit of freedom, and that criticism is made by a villain.
it's so... i almost want to say optimistic? other games would have tried to pull a "ooh but what if the good guys did bad things (poor attempt at moral grayness)" but no, the RLF is justified at every step of the way. idk it makes me feel things. i dont particularly want to portray fromsoftware as these bastions of political correctness or sth - they're not perfect and i don't expect that ever lmao, but it's so fucking weird that their games are this progressive and have been for a long ass time.
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clottedscream · 11 months
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“it’s just a warmup sketch,” i say to myself. “i’m just gonna warm up on shading and coloring. i’m just warming up on anatomy.” my spine crackles from sitting in shrimp stance for 2 hours. “just to warm up.”
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askblueandviolet · 2 months
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Tú, alcalde. ¿Hablas español? Eso sería genial :D
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"Yes, I know many languages! Mandarin, cantonese, english, brazilian, french, italian, and of course, spanish!"
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aeriona · 1 year
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Catching Firefly Squids.
An Inkling chasing her tail.
Who glows the brightest?
(I recommend opening this up in a higher resolution cause Tumblr ate the quality for breakfast and made the bioluminescence hard to see)
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What Valentine-y skills does Poe possess? Is he poetic? Flowers, singing? picnic?
It's a galaxy far, far away, but a girl can dream...
Hope your day was lovely!
aaaaaah thank you so much for sending this in! i'm sorry i'm answering this a day late, i had to work late yesterday 🥲
OKAY SO. i feel like poe is the kind of person who would put in so much effort into making the ones he loves feel special on a day like valentine's day...however, i also kind of love the idea that he is kind of terrible some of the things he tries? lol. like, maybe he can sing, and he knows you love when he sings, so he tries to write you a song (he's pretty good at coming up with those inspirational speeches so, why not, right?) and maybe it's just...awful. he works so hard on it though, puts all his love for you into it, and ultimately you just can't help but appreciate his efforts. 😆
at the end of the day, i feel like he is better at showing you how much he cares for you more so than telling you. which is maybe why something like flowers and/or a picnic might work out better for him. he seems like the kind of person who pays close attention to people, especially those he cares for, so he knows all your favorite things without you having to tell him. i also think he'd love sharing something with you that's his, that means something to him, maybe a favorite place or a dish from his homeworld. he's a sentimental one, our flyboy. ❤️
i'm envisioning a picnic somewhere with just the two of you, somewhere that either is important to one or both of you (maybe it's where he likes to go to clear his head, or maybe it's where you first kissed). he'd give you your favorite flowers, prepare all the food himself, making sure to include every single one of your favorites. maybe he'd also include one of his favorite dishes from yavin iv, one his dad used to make for his mom (and later, when he got a little older, poe as well) on special occasions. maybe he also gives you a gift and maybe he made it by hand, just for you, or maybe it's just something you needed or wanted that he knows you'll never ask anyone for. whatever he ends up doing though, he'll make sure you know just how special and loved you are by him 🥹❤️
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delta-piscium · 10 months
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okay, for wip weekend, very hard to choose just one BUT cringefail vampire eddie (beloved) won out this time
he's so dear to me, (beloved is right there) so I'm very happy about that!! thank you <3
(I know it's 3 sentences but I wrote 491 words and we're just gonna go with that okay? sorry and thank u again)
Eddie’s fingers are rapidly drumming against the countertop where he’s perched. The need he now has to be high up increasing with his hunger. “Just bite me, Eddie,” Steve sighs, “it’s probably inherent to not mess up, so there’s no need to worry.” And then he, to Eddie’s great horror, starts taking his shirt off. “We don’t know that,” Eddie hisses through his now protruding fangs, “and why are you stripping?” Steve gives him a look like he’s the insane one. Like he’s the one telling a vampire to just bite at his major arteries, and undressing in the middle of said vampire's kitchen. “I don’t want to get blood on my shirt,” Steve shrugs and then bends down to pull his socks off too. “Or accidentally step in it with my socks." He makes a face and shudders like that’s his biggest worry right now, "it’s bad enough when you step in water.” How is he being so relaxed about this?  “So where do you want me?” He claps his hands together, looking around the dark room. Eddie is going to kill him, except he’s very much not because he’s not doing this. “Far away with your clothes on,” Eddie mutters.  A look of hurt crosses Steve’s face before it’s replaced with a frown.  “You need blood, I have blood. What’s the issue? ” He crosses his arms over his still very bare chest and fixes Eddie with a look. “Is it me? Because we could call-” “No Steve, it’s not you,” Eddie interrupts before Steve can say whoever else would be willing to risk their life for his tragic undead ass.  “It’s the fact that I could kill you.” His face softens, “Eddie-” Eddie doesn’t want to hear him say it’s okay again. He can’t hear Steve — wonderful, beautiful, Steve — say Eddie’s life is worth the risk of his own. “I could really mess up,” he pleads, begging Steve to just get it. To let it go. But he’s not sure Steve actually knows how to let things go. Ignore things? Sure. But let go? No. And this isn’t something Steve seems willing to brush under the rug. “What if you bit me in a place that isn’t so risky?” Steve continues to press because he can't let things go- and wait what? “Huh?” Eddie says. “You don’t have to bite my neck just because that’s what they do in movies and books,” he points out and, yeah fuck he’s right. Why did Eddie think he had to be fucking Dracula just because he’s a vampire now? “I- yeah, I guess so,” he says carefully eyeing Steve as he takes a step closer, then another.  “So you’ll do it?” And why does he have to sound so hopeful about it? Eddie closes his eyes and makes the mistake of taking a deep breath in. Inhaling the delicious, mouthwatering, smell of Steve and his warm, fresh, blood.  “Yeah, I’ll do it.”
wip weekend (make me write)
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bethrnoora · 9 months
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I know every1 and their mother has drawn pre-cheydinhal-disaster cicero but i. also wanted to. bc I kept looking at pics of adam nagaitis and kept thinking thoughts
also an even younger cicero. ma'am your child is nervous and off-putting and is kinda freaking out the other kids
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wright-phoenix · 7 days
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. . . i'm too aro for this
#i saw someone talk about “obvious” romantic tension between phoenix/maya and athena/simon#and that the average cishet normie consumer would assume they were implied romantic#and i sat there for a full minute trying to process that#because literally all i got from these pairings was big sibling energy#and i realize everyone reads that differently but.#the level of being annoying and being annoyed between maya and phoenix....#and the whole “i gotta be a big sister” and the whole. maya is mia's little sister so by extention kind of also#taken under phoenix's wing after mia's death#the way they constantly joke about maya being childish bc she likes steel samurai (she isn't. edgeworth also likes it#he's just too stuck up to admit it. also liking “childish” things doesnt make u childish but i digress)#but anyway the joke abt maya being childish vs phoenix being grown up#furthering the perception of the difference between them and maya as a sort of younger sibling figure#and then athena and simon....#simon literally having been her babysitter somewhat. having played with her when she was younger#and when the Mom Murder Incident happened he cared for her and got her out of there#and took on the blame “for her” .....#all of that screams older brother to me the way he carried her away from the scene. she was just a child#IDK IS IT REALLY SUPPOSED TO BE OBVIOUSLY ROMANTICALLY IMPLIED?????????#WHAT......#i KNOW there are people who ship phoenix and maya or athena and simon and that's fine#but to me they were OBVIOUSLY sibling coded instead of OBVIOUSLY romance coded#😭😭😭#help meeeee#cas.txt#i cant tell if the post i saw was an outlier and tinted by Fandom Perception#or if that's like. a big general consensus and i just don't see it bc i curate my online experience#bc it could go either way. i can see it being an outlier that found its way onto my dash#but i could also see it as a bigger agreed upon thing that just never crossed my dash bc i only interact with sibling content 😭#either way it baffled me
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pinkysberg · 1 year
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when u make a munchies run n he offers 2 pay
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im-bush3d · 2 years
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cyno always makes an effort to memorise little things about you: for example, hobbies and interests you mentioned offhandedly in a random conversation. then, give him a few days, and he’s thoroughly researched that topic and all the aspects of it you’re interested just so that he can crack a few awful jokes in the hopes of making you smile.
(or, if not smile, at least sniff through your nose in what may be disappointment, amusement, or both.)
Oh YES
He WOULD be one to memorise dates important to you (like your birthday) or even small comments you've mentioned once- he WILL remember it. He’ll not only thoroughly research it but also might give you gifts on the things he knows you enjoy the most.
You find it incredibly romantic to see cyno trying hard to remember the things dear to you, not only that but also practising those things so he can relate to you, and join in with what you enjoy.
I imagine him either recording these notes mentally or him having a small, private notebook in which he record these things in case he will forget. But he wont forget. Not when it has to do with you.
if you mention a specific restaurant you love to go to you’ll bet that he’ll take you there. If you mention a specific food you really like he will spend a whole afternoon, cooking and making it from scratch just for you.
Why? You ask. Why does he take the time to memorise and learn the things you love?
Because he cares for you. Cyno cares and loves you, any opportunity he has in making you feel happy immediately brightens his day. The smile and laugh you give whenever he cracks and awful joke is enough to brighten his day. He loves taking his time, spending his time to learn the things you love to see the you're look of pure joy on your face when you can do it together, and have someone to talk to about you passion and interests who can join in and reciprocate those feelings.
Even if he doesn't necessarily care or like whatever you love he will take his time to research it intensely for you. Because Cyno loves you. And you love him too :)
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black-and-yellow · 2 years
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Got something good for you. 
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covenofthearticulate · 11 months
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Louis/Lestat: Louis gave Lestat a hard look and said, "You can't always have your way."
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Louis gives Lestat a hard look and says, "You can't always have your way."
"Says who?" Lestat saunters across the room, away from Louis, towards the vanity mirror. Taking a seat, he pauses for a moment to stare at his reflection, startled as always by the icy alien eyes that look back at him.
"Says I."
Louis doesn't often stoop to Lestat's juvenile taunts, but sometimes he wonders if it's the only way to get through to him. Logic certainly won't work, it never has in the past.
"Who died and made you king? Oh wait—"
Louis can hear that Cheshire Cat grin in his voice already, and it's utterly maddening.
It's one thing to slip into the night without the provided protection of those Blood Drinkers assigned to protect him and without informing a single soul of his whereabouts, but to come home with that smile, as if he's achieved some sort of triumph! Louis hates to fight like this, he's acutely aware of how he comes across. The angry housewife, the jealous lover. But he's past the point of caring this evening.
"If you are going to brag about your crown, I would expect you to at least live up to the title."
He's quick to cut deep with his anger, just as Lestat is quick to dismiss it: "Oh, don't be so dramatic, Louis!"
He punctuates the exclamation with a flick of his wrist as he reaches behind his head to take down his hair, admiring the way it tumbles back over his shoulders.
"I happen to be completely serious. You cannot just disappear like that. This isn't a game." Louis peers at him through the mirror, steps closer until Lestat has no choice but to turn and face him.
"Did you workshop this little lecture with Marius while I was away? You sound so very much like him, it's remarkable."
He makes himself laugh with that little quip, but before he can get another word out, Louis hand is on his shirt collar, and suddenly the wooden edge of the table cuts into his back. It isn't the violence of the act that shocks him, so much as the intensity imbued in each movement, the sudden tide of unbridled rage sizzling in his very bones. Louis could have pinned him with his gaze alone.
Ah, Lestat finally thinks to himself, so this is more than our nightly bickering routine.
"You listen to me now, Lestat." He all but growls. "You cannot run off like that again, do you understand me? Your recklessness will have consequences one day— it always does."
The room is silent, for a moment, as something switches in Lestat. Something old, and ugly, and only ever brought about by Louis' particular incisive confrontation.
In a flurry of movement, he pushes Louis away using only a small portion of his strength, and sends him stumbling backwards. A cruel reminder of his power.
"I can take care of myself, Louis."
"And what if you can't?"
"I can."
"What if something had happened, Lestat? What if, while you played hooky on your meetings, something were to happen to you? Do you have any idea—"
"—any idea of the responsibility I hold to all our kind, blah blah blah, yes, Louis, I know. God knows I know! Every breath I take, I am reminded of that responsibility, I do not need you hammering it into me!" He slams one hand on the vanity table in his frustration and sends the whole thing shattering.
"I am the vampire Lestat and I know goddamned well what that means to everyone around me!"
"I'm not talking about everyone around you, I'm talking about me!" Louis bites.
"You! What about y—"
"Do you have ANY IDEA, Lestat, how UTTERLY EXHAUSTED I am from WORRYING ABOUT YOU?!"
And there it is. An outburst decades in the making.
He raises his voice to a bellowing volume, impossible to ignore, filling the space with all pent up rage and resentment, grief and anguish at those years spent on the cold chapel floor. Every misadventure, from human bodies to the concert stage, with Louis right there just beyond reach, praying that they might meet again, that they might be together, that Lestat might live to see another day, if only for the selfish reason of holding Louis in his arms.
"I don't care if you leave." Louis finally breathes, softer now. "I don't care if you want to be alone. But I need you to trust me, and I need you to tell me. Not as your consort, but as your lover."
It's Lestat's turn to soften, now, as a pool of crimson begins to well in the corner of his eyes. "I just wanted...I can't breathe in here, Louis, it's suffocating."
He feels so small when he says it. So childish.
But Louis is there in an instant, pressing their foreheads together, inhaling a breath just to feel the way it fills his chest in this moment. The depth of the moment feels at once terrifying and tender. Like the comforting squeeze of a boa constrictor, it holds them tight for some time.
"One of these days," Louis sighs deeply, "I'm going to kill you myself just to avoid the agony of waiting for someone else to do it."
Lestat smiles at the bleak punch of humor, nuzzles his nose against Louis's, and whispers:
"You won't be rid of me so easy, lover."
"Is that a promise?"
"Promise."
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skunkes · 10 months
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what do u guys do with non clothing items you dont want anymore and cant rlly sell.... need sum advice.....
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arachnidiots-a · 7 months
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spent the last couple of hours working on some design work and i think ive landed on a comic title design for liam and roxy that I like!
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canidaedreams64 · 1 year
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jaded
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viscerism · 1 year
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the kiddo!! ☆
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