#im allowed to consume whatever the fuck i want

[doodlboy]

Every year

#every year mom asks for a Christmas list and every year she picks it apart and gives me shit abt every single item on ot #it* #i put boxers on there from a specific brand #she goes through the website of said brand which specializes in underwear and goes “eww this looks dirty why would you want anything here??” #and underwear brand #with models that just fucking- stand there modeling the underwear #or pose together cutely #is somehow dirty #or i put a grifters bone shirt on there bc ive been wanting it for a while #she goes through the rusty quill shop and starts fucking interrogating me on what it is and who makes this “shit” #and saying everything is weird and creepy and i should look at the rest of their store 2 “know what kind of creep you're getting stuff from” #like she's actively starting fucking fights and its pissing me off #first blue period now a t-shirt and some goddamn underwear #she lost her shit when she went on etsy 1 time and saw a sticker of the markiplier jesus meme #im so sick of this shit #what does she want me to put on there “extra long bible with glittery highlighters 4 my favowite passages =^-^=”????? #like fuck off #just get the shit on my list and leave me alone or I'll just buy it myself #im 20 #im allowed to consume whatever the fuck i want #rant #rant in tags #elliot rambles

[nyanryan]

if you do acid twice you will stop caring about shipping discourse. this Is a suggestion btw. a recommendation maybe. i do not think weird ppl writing weird stories on an obscure website is an actual problem that effects the real world. ❤️

#this is not @ anyone in specific btw the whole dash is talking ab ao3 like that shit matters at all. #if u dont like ao3 that is literally fine no one has a gun to ur head and is forcing u to use it. there are other fanfiction websites w #more censorship you can use instead. or u can use the robust set of filters ao3 has created specifically so you only see the content u want #to see #i think ppl should be allowed to write fucked up shit for whatever reason even if i see it and go 'ew! thats repusive!'. #u dont have to like it! u can hate a piece of art but that doesnt mean that it doesnt have a right to exist. #saying this as a previous hardcore anti btw. i understand where u r coming from but i just truly do not think it matters #ryambles #for disclosure's sake i am a fanfiction enthusiast and an ao3 user but i usually do not consume morally objectionable fics except for like. #just to go what the hell. what is wrong w u. why did you write this #AND!!! i can feel that way without thinking that work shouldnt exist. bc im capable of understanding that my moral framework is not gospel #maybe this counts as caring ab shipping discourse actually. but im rly just mad that so many ppl are not thinking critically ab this. #idc ab the shipping i care ab the ppl on my dash saying censorship good. NO!!! disturbs the comfortable comforts the disturbed etc etc

[snekdood]

ik i said a week ago or somethin that "im sorry mj isnt non binary" but honestly thats not fully true. she is nb in her own ways- i just dont want ppl to take that and then modify her to be fully gnc and more masc than she is like someone i know has 😒

#im very sorry she is not like you. #i have plenty of other characters you can imprint on. #if you are not like her as she is and have to change her so much then you two are not the same. really fuckin simple dawg. #my ocs #heres an idea: you dont need to have a character thats just like you in every piece of media you consume. k? k. #and to be more direct to the person im vaguing about: no you actually dont have an excuse to steal my oc and take control of her #to modify her however you like. shes not yours and never will be. you can make up excuses if you want- #you can pretend i forced you to be like her if you want and just ignore all the times I went along with you in identifying as literally #any other oc mine or yours- just bc i dont wanna be with someone like who you *really* are doesnt mean im forcing you to be like her #yeah i have a preference for a type of person. no you did not fit into it whenever you revealed who you really were. #that doesnt mean im forcing you to do shit it means you lied about who you are and im not attracted to who you really are. #im not forcing shit at all like???????????????? im allowed to have preferences and types dawg. #its really not my fault that childhood abuse made you so codependent on me that me going 'yeah if you're not actually like this #then i dont want to date' made you freak out and then pretend you are like her more. i did not force you to do shit. literally nothing #about our situation would've changed except that i wasnt dating you. i have no idea why that was such a fucking big deal for you #dont you want someone who loves you for who you really are instead of pretending to be what people want?? so then why do you #CARE so much if i dont? it means im just another person you get to forget about and try to find someone new who WILL love that version of u #this is why ik you have a weird specific obsession with me. for some reason it HAD to be me who loved you. idk what it is maybe im just #so sexy and special or something but whatever it is you should be able to love yourself enough to know when to leave #and ya shoulda known that i was gonna dump you if only because you lied about who you were anyways. this is why ya gotta be #fully open and honest about who you are- something ik is very hard for you. #i just dont understand WHY it had to be me. the most i can assume is that i showed you a type of love you've never seen before #and raised your standards. which is a GOOD thing btw. you SHOULD have high enough standards for ppl to love you right. #instead of having all these. apathetic losers you hang out with around you.

[jakejeffreyperalta]

whenever i talk about why i hate booktok and the way it has popularized these short trend cycles and started promoting books (badly written books) with these milked out specific tropes, one argument i always hear is to let people enjoy what they want without being a snob. the thing is, if someone geniuenly wants to read a book to pass time, i don't care. but when i see people reading classics and very good modern literature and put those books on the same level as a colleen hoover book... that's the issue. the issue is not about people who read low quality books because they have time to kill. it's about people who read the low quality books and promote them like they're not, only just feeding more into capitalism. i really can't dictate what people read and why they read it, but the fact that there are so many people reading books because they're popular and not because they geniuenly want to read is really concerning to me. "but once this blows over all of these people will stop reading books!" BUT THEY'RE READING THEM RIGHT NOW. THATS THE ISSUE. they're reading these books right now and that's why colleen hoover has sold more books than the fucking BIBLE. the fact that you see these people hyping up badly written books with repetitive storylines and three dimensional characters (who are mostly white and cishet) and trying to pass them off as "modern classics"... it just gives me the ick. i do not care about someone who picked up a random colleen hoover book because they had 2 hours to kill and wanted to do something that will give them a sense of accomplishment. but i do care about a HUGE chunk of the internet reading and promoting colleen hoover despite knowing the fact that these books are problematic, and continuing to act like they had an impact on society when they did not. im NOT being a book elitist or a snob when im saying this but some books are not only extremely problematic and harmful, but they're just not GOOD BOOKS, and people should opt to read literally anything else. reading is literally always a hobby, whether you're reading a colleen hoover book or a jane austen book, and like it or not, reading is something that will ALWAYS leave an impact on you. yes, people should be allowed to consume whatever media they want, but how much can they be allowed to consume before it starts to hurt people?

#sorry for the rant had an argument with my sister and she called me a snob for saying nobody reads for reading anymore #i agree that not every book needs to have meaning and symbolism and sometimes it can just be for fun but like #majority of the books are turning into that i fear #the fact that people are willing to buy an enemies to lovers book because of the trope and the guarantee that it'll be a 'spicy' book #is honestly concerning #nobody is reading to read anymore i fear #oh btw #anti booktok #anti colleen hoover

[verygoodbeastarsfaces]

okay i know this is mostly a goofy manga cap page but fuck it im gonna do some analysis too

so bald legosi arc right? legosi is trying to train his body for combat WITHOUT using meat to give himself the fuel he needs to bulk up. legosi sees eating meat as morally wrong and especially hypocritical for himself personally because the reason he seeks strength is in order to PROTECT herbivores from violence at the hands of carnivores

ENTER PINA COLADA

i love pina colada because im a nasty messy bitch who loves causing problems and i love pina for matching that energy. really i do. but i'm very okay with admitting that my enjoyment of pina is superficial, so i started asking myself WHY pina is Like This™

OKAY SO this scene right here got something across to me that the anime absolutely did not. so we've kind of established that the carnivore herbivore dynamic in the world of beastars is a very complicated metaphor that means different things at different times. its not JUST race relations, its not JUST sexuality, its not JUST inequality, it is everything about a society through this lens of animal instinct to highlight whatever particular criticism is being dissected. AND THIS PAGE!!! is about PRIVILEGE!!!

"I'm here trying to control my desires, and he just does whatever the hell he wants." Legosi is viewing pina's freedom to speak his mind and live freely as something he gains in his life via a position of privilege. Pina will never be consumed by the instinct to murder and cannibalize his loved ones, and so pina can pursue life in a flippant, disingenuous and carefree manner.

and legosi FUCKING HATES THISSSSS because the entire bald legosi arc is about legosi trying to EMPOWER HIMSELF THROUGH SELF HATRED. legosi's refusal to eat meat to fuel his body the way it NEEDS to be fueled when stressed and trained the way hes training is not something done out of moral obligation, it is done as a way for legosi to try and forcibly EXCISE a part of his innate BIOLOGY that he HATES.

but yknow heres something else. this doesnt sound right to me. pina is hedonistic, sure, but why is his philosophy specifically "morals don't really do us much good" and not something more, lets say, benevolently hedonistic?

our girl haru gives us our answer.

while legosi views pina's devil may care attitude as a privilege, so too do herbivores view carnivore's strength as a privilege. pina will never be COMPELLED to murder and cannibalize, but legosi will never be TARGETED to be murdered and cannibalized. pina's casual disregard and DISRESPECT of the real danger legosi presents to him (that legosi NEVER allows himself to forget) is a defense mechanism in the same way haru's sexuality is for her. pina has absorbed and internalized exactly where he stands in this world, and through taunting the carnivores around him, he feels feels empowered in the same way haru's sexuality empowers her. pina is hedonistic because he is living every day as if it were his last, squeaking out whatever pleasure the world has to offer carelessly, because if people love him, he has power over them.

And if he taunts a carnivore and lives to tell the tale, then in that moment, he had power over them. This power struggle is the CORE of beastars, where humanity and instinct collide and give us the messy, deeply fucked up world this story takes place in. Pina is a character driven to recklessness and hedonism by his own disenfranchisement in a world where cannibalistic murders are commonplace and yet life goes on. It must go on, and this is how pina goes on.

i love pineapple boy

#beastars #beastars pina #beastars legoshi #beastars legosi #legosi #legoshi #if you like pina coladas #meta #analysis #long post #mod dannen speaks #not a good face

[turnstechgodhead]

Le sign... speaking of the server,

dirk is encouraging me to be more firm on my own thoughts for my comfort

i've seen ppl talk about it in stream a lil which im always like I Don't Care when it pops up but i've had Enough and i want to talk about the topic bc it's itching at my brain follicles.

since we're pretty strider-oriented, this had to happen at some point: strider cest/strilonde cest/in cest wont be allowed in the main server. if other people don't care, i might make a separate server.

-"hey why is that ^ something you would allow? pretty insane." / "are you a pro shipper then??"

no

"so you're an anti?"

also no

i dislike this argument as a whole bc i don't 'get it' i guess because im audhd. neither side is fully correct nor fully wrong.

"fiction affects reality." and "fiction is not reality." are two different thought processes that can and should coexist in the same space.

look. fiction can affect reality, but it IS also possible to separate from it. you can para or whatever responsibly. tag it. try to make sure people who don't want to see it don't have to see it. and if minors are getting sent your shit, make sure its clear that this should NOT be happening in reality. if you're a child, keep that shit blocked. it's NOT for you and you should not be actively consuming it. (please listen to this advice bc i grew up on the internet barely supervised, from a very unhealthily early age [7-8] and then developed into a fucked up hypersexual.) (seeing something fucked up and being like AUGH my eyes! is normal because that just. happens. thats life. you deal with it afterwards in some way. talking to someone you trust etc. you do not go back for more i am begging.) (if someone is showing you these things on purpose then please read this website all the way through for me ok?)

you should not be looking at an adult exploring/enjoying fucked up shit

videogames are not going to make you or me more violent by having violence, gore, and murder in them. but videogames DO make some people violent. those people should not have access to these things. but we (you and i) cannot control that beyond making sure content is labelled and set aside. i like playing games where i assassinate people. i am not an assassin. someone could play the same game and get terrible ideas they act on. this is not my fault for playing the game.

and, if you're an adult who likes fucked up shit (me too) tag your shit or have it listed somewhere on your about that it's something you post about frequently there. and maybe reiterate that it's not real. its just toys. and should never be followed irl. yeah, it fuckin sucks that we gotta do this shit, but kids are unfortunately on the internet, with the inability to differentiate grey from black and white. your shit might be the first exposure. which sucks!! so it's our responsibility to try and mitigate harm on both sides unfortunately until we can convince parents to start parenting their children again. which sucks. i just wanna post shit in peace but the buzzing around from very loud teenagers makes me anxious. i get it.

it fucking sucks!!! but we can't control other people, especially if theyre malicious

but you control what YOU see on the internet. block anyone. (i blocked someone back in the day for disliking johndave. be free.) and help people do that (control what they see) by making it very clear. you aren't evil for not wanting to see it, and other people aren't evil for enjoying fucked up content.

also some of yall on BOTH SIDES do some truly vile shit in the name of this argument when your energy could be spent elsewhere doing shit you like or even doing things that are actually. Helpful.

so i don't like either label i dont want to be associated with either of the sides but if you want to call me one or the other then . Whatever i guess? thats your business, not mine. just know you are not a failure or a freak for not constantly reinforcing and reassuring everyone that you think adults doing their own thing in fictional spaces with little toy dolls (that theyve been doing since the 70s-80s) is gross. you can just think that like. in general and look away because the dolls are dolls. but don't go posting doll horn-knees untagged. that's rude as fuck.

#community infighting is NOT the way. everyone thinks we're ALL fucking weird. just IGNORE each other #timaeus posting #mumbling #dirk is holding me at gun point to post this because he's Tired tm

[wain-fleets]

NOT SO NUMB AFTER ALL.

(miles quaritch x fem!recom reader)

just a small miles snippet/one shot. i needed soft miles and some fluff, but didnt wanna go all out. so here.

the lyle x miles x reader smut sittin in my drafts mad as hell rn.

whatever simple task you'd taken on had ultimately proven to be too difficult, because instead of finding success, you found an open wound scaling across your arm. it wasn't life threatening, but it hurt like hell, and you had to physically suppress a pained yell with the palm of your opposing hand.

being a trained soldier, you were modeled to endure conflicts such as this. but taking a quick overlook around the room you occupied, to find yourself alone, you decided fuck it. let loose. even the strongest people needed to cry at times, right? you weren't a *robot*, after all.

so you did. without a second thought, you breathed out a shaky sigh, and the tears started to flow freely. as freely as the blood trickling from your arm.

you cradled your injury to your chest, hoping to keep the crimson contained to your frame and not the floor. your boots tapped the marble tiling as you sought out a sink.

stopping to rest next to the counter, you leaned your lower abdomen against it, holding your arm over the metal tank and allowing it to bleed.

yes, you knew it'd just be best to patch it up and get on with your day, but you were too exhausted to care at the moment. but you told yourself you would after you caught your breath. and only after. damn, you needed a break.

so consumed by your thoughts, you failed to acknowledge the faint creak and rattle of the metal entrance door sliding open. the hydraulics hissed, and heavy footsteps approached your back. this caught your attention.

you werent alone anymore. shit, fuck.

your healthy arm shot out to the faucet, and you pushed up the handle. water flowed from the spout and onto your arm, washing away the blood, and you gathered some onto your free hand to wash away your tears.

just as you felt two strong hands take hold of your hips, and a broad chest press to your back. and a chin on your shoulder.

some evidence was still there, of course, despite your efforts. and miles noticed immediately. you felt the colonel tense, his hold on your hips tightening a bit too much. but you wouldn't complain.

his ears pinned back, his eyes widened before his brows furrowed in concern. he was worried, and trying to hide how truly worried he was. he couldn't stand to see you hurt. who could blame him? the dipshit was head over heels for your cute ass.

"hell happened to ya, baby?"

his usual cold tone of voice had faded. this one was soft, sincere, and just for you. not a damn soul saw this side of him, except you.

his left hand slid around to your front, over your belly and towards your arm. he wrapped his fingers around it firmly, tilting it towards him so he could get a better look.

"just a cut. im okay." you told him, faintly sniffling, swallowing thickly. miles reached around with his right hand and shut the water off, grabbing a fresh washcloth from the drawer at your side and pressing it firmly to your cut.

"turn around, darlin'. look at me." there was that firmness. one that made you want to run and hide, and open your legs all at once. odd.

you did, though reluctantly at first, turn around and face the recom. his eyes immediately trained on yours, but you couldn't meet them, and you kept your focus downcast to the floor.

he took your chin in a gentle but stern hold, tilting your face upwards towards his. forcing you to look at him. at those piercing yellow eyes.

it almost looked as if he was glaring at you. like he was angry, upset with you. but you knew he wasn't. anger and concern looked the same on miles' face, and he couldn't bring himself to be angry at you. most the time.

"huh.. are you cryin'?" his ears pinned back further at the sight of those puffy cheeks, and red-rimmed eyes. his tongue darted out to trace his canines, his lips parted slightly as he squinted down at you. he was thinking.

you couldn't help but roll your eyes and pull your head away from his hold, your own ears pinning back in response to his closeness. the proximity didnt make you uncomfortable, no. but you found yourself feeling guilty. you felt caught, like you had been doing something wrong even though you weren't.

miles wasn't one for people crying. if you cried, you were a pussy and didn't need to be in the military. fortunately for you, you owned the softest spot in his *stone* heart. and his gaze grew gentle.

"don't pull 'way from me.." his voice lowered to a whisper, and his hand fell to massage your ribcage, before he turned. he reached over your head, opening an overhanging cabinet to fish out disinfectant and gauze.

he lazily tossed them onto the nearby metal exam table, leaving them there as he turned back to you.

his arms looped around your waist, his palms encasing your ass cheeks as he lifted you up and placed you to sit on the table.

he wasnt saying much, but miles wasn't a big talker unless he was mocking/berating someone. so you figured he wasn't too upset.

he took your arm and a cotton ball, dousing it in rubbing alcohol. he paused just short of pressing it to the open wound, noticing how you visibly tensed and held your breath in preparation.

he sighed. how in the hell did you get here?

"d'aw.. baby, it's alright. only burn for a second." he assured you, and his lips pressed to your forehead in a tender, comforting kiss. before he started to clean.

it hurt so fucking bad, but you managed to keep quiet and hold still, letting him wrap your arm. and when he was done, his eyes met yours again.

"there we go. all done. wasn't too bad now, was it, huh?" the corners of his lips curled upwards in an almost teasing grin as his thumb brushed over your lips and cheek.

"ah, look'it my pretty lady.." he breathed, leaning in. your eyes fell shut as he peppered small kisses across your cheeks and nose, your forehead, your jaw. now, he was just trying to mend the ache in your lil heart. another thing, he couldn't stand seeing you hurt, but he could hardly *breathe* when your feelings were.

"you did a good job, darlin'. proud of ya." he whispered, "my good girl.. mmh." he hummed, his lips ever so softly pressing against your eyelids.

miles was so rough around the edges, it was rare to see him so *soft*. but here he was.

you felt his lips finally meet yours, and the two of you shared a sweet kiss. sweet as honey, you felt. after a few seconds, he broke it.

"quit cryin', now.."

his palm cupped your cheek, his thumb brushing over it as his free hand took yours and lifted your bandaged arm. he tracked kisses over the wrapping, making sure not to press too hard as to not hurt you further.

"don't cry, baby." he cooed to you, as you leaned your head into his hold. a tired sigh slipped past your lips, and his ears twitched as he picked up on this.

"i hear ya. i hear ya.. c'mon." his arms looped under your rear again, lifting you up. your legs hooked around his waist, your arms around his neck as he carried you.

"let's get us a shower and some sleep, yeah?"

he asked you quietly, his voice slightly muffled by your hair. but he didnt mind. you grumbled a sleepy yes into his shoulder, your smaller frame slumped against his chest.

his heart melted. he stayed composed.

maybe you'd feel better after a good cat nap, and he could give you some *special treatment*.

#avatar the way of water #avatar #miles quaritch x reader #quaritch x reader #atwow #fluff #x reader #one shot #quaritch x fem!reader #quaritch x recom!reader

[tiffanytoms]

i wanted to apologise. i know its been a while but i accidentally started enemy within not realising it was that story that everyone hated. not only did i finish cuz really liked it but im realising that it didnt have any of the stuff we accused you of. i never sent you any hate but i thought you deserved it and now i feel bad. i guess im sorry i jumped on a bandwagon? im embarrassed

Hey. Wow. I didn’t see this ever coming, to be honest? Thank you?? This actually means a lot. You don’t know how much I appreciate it. (And I don’t want you to be embarrassed — I know you’re telling the truth, bc if you had sent me hate, you’d be one of the dozens I’ve had to block 😅)

All of that was really fucked up, so thank you for acknowledging my story didn’t have or promote those fucked up themes. I knew it, I knew my story could speak to that (which is why I left it up!!) but I swear I started going a little crazy there for a moment with all the chatter and cyber-bullying. I’m glad it’s become clear to you that the fight was never actually about that (and that you even liked the story!!!) 💜

Looking back at the whole mess now is so surreal. In the beginning, I truly thought it was some big misunderstanding that I, or ppl who had actually read my story, could clear up real quick. But it just got messier and messier.

Alas. It was very big of you to come back and tell me this (did I say thank you enough? 😉) and I applaud you for not sending any of the hate yourself. Honestly, I don’t even blame you for assuming the worst, bc like you said, you hadn’t even read it, so how could you know the truth? But I do hope that going forth you stand up to any person who sends hate over fanfiction — even when you don’t like the story, or characters, content, ship, WHATEVER. As long as the story is correctly labeled and has proper warnings, let that shit go. This is fandom! We’re all adults who are allowed to consume and create whatever content we want! It’s supposed to be fun!

Thank you for supporting others instead of trying to ostracize and tear them down✌️

Cheers, love ❤️ (Sorry you got a monologue out of me 😘)

#enemy within #dark Jily #anon asks #sweet anons #live and let live #don’t like don’t read #fandom etiquette #awkward turtle #who knew this would all make me understand tswift so much? #thanks for not being the Kim k #😅😅😅 #who’s afraid of little old me

[totheblood]

“firstly i don’t know how to say this but don’t complain about what/ how people are writing”

and who in the ever loving fuck are YOU?? the president of the fandom who needs to address the state?? people are allowed to say whatever the hell they want and give their opinion on things, especially if there are repetitive patterns going on that they don’t like. writing my ass, there IS no writing, it’s a fucking smau. writing an actual fic and wRiTiNg an smau is not the same at all so stop acting like it.

“i think deciding not to read it and MOVING ON with your life would save everyone so much trouble”

that would be pretty easy to do if every day you scroll through the ellie tag it wasn’t literally bombarded with 20 different half assed smaus.

“third, they are fun, easy to make, and easy to consume, simple as that.”

… so you agree with the original commenter then. the quality of fics have gone down. smaus are easy to make because it’s not real fucking writing.

i think what you need to do is get the fuck off your high horse and stop pretending like you think you’re so much above this when you were literally just making passive aggressive posts about people taking your smau ideas the other day. smaus have diseased this fandom and people are tired of it— clearly including you even though you wanna act to prim and proper to admit it. you also could’ve just like… not even added your two cents because no one directly mentioned you nor did anyone ask for your opinion about it.

and did you ever think that maybe, just maybe it has over 200 notes because the majority of people agree and are really fucking tired of the smaus? it’s not fucking rocket science.

im sorry this made me laugh … maybe its time u go outside

president star reporting for duty

[thefinalvoid]

ooh, tell me about your magical girl show idea!!

Basically the story centers around a girl named lilla who is (unsurprisingly) bullied at school. Like the real bullying that left you with psychological trauma and a fear that everyone you know is talking about you behind your back. Because at one point, everyone was! Anyway she meets this weird fox one day who's like "hey kid i see that you hate all the other kids around you. Do you magic powers so you can get revenge?" And at fist lilla says no because. Thats a talking fox with a creepy voice what the fuck. But after a week or so the bullying gets really bad and she runs away from school to find the fox again and is like "i want to get my revenge on the other kids" so the fox is like "sweet follow me!" And they go to this fountain thats filled with a black sludge and the fox says "all you need to do is drink some of this essence, and all your wishes will come true" so Lilla does! She drinks some of the sludge and it tastes gross but whatever. Magic powers! In front of her appears a magic staff thing idk i needed a physical conduit for the magic itll make sense later. The fox explains that all her magic comes in wish form, all you need to say is "i wish" followed by the thing you want to happen, with a few caveats but those arent important (says the fox). So lilla is like "i wish i could fly!" And shes flying! And she flies home! And then she wishes that she wont get in trouble for missing school that day. The next day she does go to school, wishing that her staff is invisible so that no one laughs at her for having the staff. She makes several wishes that put her schoolmates in embarrassing situations, but near the end of the day, a classmate jokes about Lilla's dead mother, who had been shot in the head a few years back. The kid jokes and laughs about how they wonder if exploding head is genetic, and if lilla's head will explode just like her mom's did! And in a fit of rage, lilla says without thinking "i wish your head would explode!"

And it did.

Lilla wishes for her classmate to ckme back to life, but that is one of the few limits of the magic. You can kill people, but you cant bring them back to life. She wishes herself out of everyone's memories, which leaves her magic staff very small, more like a wand than a staff. The fox explains that the staff will shrink until its out of magic, and she'll need to refill it soon. The most effectiant way to do so is to kill the monsters that attack the world. It is impossible to make a wish that affects the monsters directly, but they are still vulnerable to blades and bullets and whatnot. Plus, a magic staff can absorb them! (Also the monsters are attacking the world because they want to eat it)

Its at this point that Lilla goes and meets others like her. Im trying not to call them magical girls because anyone can become one, but im yet to find a word that actually fits what these people are.

Anyway a bunch of bonus facts that show up way later in the story than i have detailed plans for:

The black sludge IS the fox being. By consuming part of the fox, you allow it to feed on your soul. The staff is a physical representation of the bonus soul energy ypu possess. The fox gives you a grace period to test out your powers before it asks you to collect more soul energy.

If your staff is completely erased, the fox will begin to feed on your personal soul energy, killing you. It also will slowly drain the energy from your staff over time. It would take about 6 months for your staff to go from ideal size to nothing if you didnt use a single wish.

If your staff is too far away from you, the fox cannot use its energy and begins to feed on yours instead.

Perpetual wishes (such as flight and invisibility) drain the staff at an accelerated rate so long as they are active. Summoning wishes (like wishing for a sword) only drain once for the summoning. Magic guns drain once for the summoning of the gun, and once for every bullet fired (so you dont need to reload, they just summon directly in there)

Places you can get external soul energy: if you kill anything with the staff you get its energy. Kill wishes are basically free lol. You can also absorb other people's magic staffs.

Last but not least: the fox is no different than the monsters that attack the world. It just got there first >:3

[souryogurt64]

unrelated to everything else on this blog but i noticed you mention that you do copywriting now....was wondering if you could say anything abt how you found your job/what kinds of things you do day to day etc (only if you want to + are able ofc!!) its just im an advertising major dangerously close to graduating with no idea what to do but i've taken some copy classes recently and it's got me interested...would love to hear stuff from someone working in it that isn't just extremely generic blurbs about linkedin or personal branding or teamwork or whatever. ugh.

Um yeah so this is like my education and career story of how I ended up an English Major With A Job. This is a really long and more personal, but I feel like having context explains how/why a lot of this happened and is more Real than like trying to give advice.

So I’m not getting into details of this, but important context is that my parents intentionally manipulated/tricked/forced me into going to a really crappy tiny Christian college in the middle of nowhere because they believed big schools were “dangerous.” I got into a lot of really good schools but was not allowed to go.

ANYWAY, while I was in college I basically felt like my life was fucked forever because of the above so it was all hopeless and was not interested in a lot of internships or career stuff. Being a junior during Covid contributed to this feeling a lot and I was just not focused on job experience when it felt like the world was ending. One tiny good part of this school, though, is because it was so fucking terrible, I could basically do whatever I wanted.

So I “started a zine” and also started interviewing bands for college radio. Because the school wasn’t actually policing this, I continued this for a bit after graduation in 2021. Over 200 bands were interviewed. I was also incredibly obsessed with the Burger/SWMRS Implosion and live-blogging it on Tumblr and it felt, to me, like that mattered more than anything I was “supposed” to be doing.

This consumed all of my time, and I had a clear vision that either this was going to rocket launch me directly into becoming like a Real Music Journalist or I was going to crash and burn and like wait tables for the rest of my life or become an English teacher. At no point did I feel anxiety that I was doing the wrong thing.

So anyway, I moved to Chicago. Shortly after, I got a message on Tumblr from someone who did not really use Tumblr, but read my posts about the SWMRS thing. We became acquainted and hung out a few times. (important later)

Meanwhile, it really started to feel like the zine was “””getting cool opportunities””” and I had a tangible career path there. So I kept focusing on that. I was mostly paying rent with restaurant gigs, but I was also working part-time booking live music and doing social media for a small business back in Iowa, and was doing sketchy writing jobs on Craigslist for extra money / to put on a resume.

However, it soon felt like these supposed grand music opportunities were not actually going anywhere, and this new """cool""" work was benefiting these random PR people and not the zine. It caused a lot of tension within the zine. There was also tension because I felt "My Zine" had become "Everyone's Zine" against my will, but somehow in spite of this, I was doing the vast majority of the work and felt pressured into doing a lot of this work by people on the zine who wanted to talk to every PR person and band and label ever but did not want to commit to doing that work themselves.

Anyway then, one day, like 2 days after posting my PGMG essay, I got a mysterious email with huge ginormous red letters on it asking my zine to cover a record label Pete Wentz and Mark Hoppus were doing. Deep down, a part of me will always believe that Pete saw my essay and liked it enough to change my life forever.

Anyway, ~surprise~, it involved cryptocurrency (important later), which at no point was specified to me and I had been bamboozled. I was so upset I cried and people called me dumb on Tumblr and I tried to defend myself and it was all very embarrassing. I am glad this happened to me but it also hurt. Some days I believe whoever was behind this knew they had to trick me so I would obtain the benefits, some days I feel like this was purposefully mean, some days I believe this was some 4D chess ploy for what actually ended up happening, some days I think it was a random coincidence, and some days I feel like none of it ever happened and I’m crazy.

Regardless, the fact that this happened, and the fact that I believed it was because of my essay, also contributed a massive amount to ongoing tension within the zine. (I promise this is all relevant at some point.)

Anyway like 6 months later the band from the Crypto Incident was in town. We interviewed them and they were the biggest band we'd ever talked to. Honestly, this was the worst and weirdest experience I’ve ever had interviewing a band bc of their manager. The band was a pleasure to talk to but the experience was Bad. Also, due to ongoing tension, the other zine person was being difficult leading up to the interview. During, she went off script and asked the band to "spill tea" regarding Blink182 drama. This was so out of character for her and our friendship and the professional standard I held myself to and everything we had done together prior. The band and their manager took it very badly, and I felt like she deliberately did it because this was so important to me.

Anyway, I had deluded myself some reason that I ABSOLUTELY needed to write a huge dramatic feature. The band did not repost it and their manager left me on read. They also made a glowing post about a crypto fluff piece written by a hot girl at like the same time. I know there are plenty of girls in the world who are way hotter than me and also way more talented writers than me, but I was very bothered about the crypto aspect.

All of this upset me so badly I decided my dream of making it in music journalist was pointless and childish because I was not hot or willing to write crypto fluff pieces. I was also really upset with my friend for sabotaging the interview and felt like I couldn’t trust her anymore. It was all very dramatic and there was a huge blowout and I was like crying in the street outside Target and Hey Chris almost ran me over with his bike.

ANYWAYYYY, at this point I decided the zine was over and my dream of being in music was over permanently and I was going to grow up and get a job and never interview a band again. It all hurt a lot.

SO, I talked to that former SWMRS fan I mentioned at the beginning of this, and asked if she knew anyone that was hiring. Because she was the only genuinely employed person I knew. She then talked to her manager (VP of marketing at the company), and they were hiring a copywriter in India but were willing to make an exception for me. The job was a really good job, and asked for 5 years of full time copywriting experience. I had graduated a year and a half prior and had basically no experience. I had done a few things like write blog articles on occasion and do a "summer internship" at a "magazine", but NOTHING of this caliber. Again, I was working a few hours a week posting on Instagram and booking music for a small business, but this was not “copywriting.”

Anyway, my life for the next three months became hardcore studying marketing nonstop and kind of crash-course prepping for interviewing for this job I had no experience for. This felt do or die, this was my one shot, and I could not blow it. I took prepping very seriously and I was handwriting out over and over marketing concepts and vocabulary terms for hours each day, as well as answers to typical interview questions, and I was also reciting these things and filming myself.

There were 2 interviews but the process somehow dragged out for three months. The first interview was pretty quick and with HR, and was very technical. It was so stressful I almost cried during it. It was definitely a "weed-out" interview.

But the final interview took forever to schedule. I know now was because the guy from earlier was in India on business. There is a 12 hour time difference. They told me this, but at the time, I felt like they were actually moving forward with other applicants and I was extremely upset.

I did not tell anyone I was applying because I felt I was going to either get this job or shoot myself. The stress of this and how intensely I was prepping ruined Thanksgiving and Christmas, and once it dragged out towards my birthday I got really fed up and wanted it to be over, so I sent an email saying I was available to interview from midnight-2am.

I think they thought I was bluffing because they scheduled an interview at a normal time and then suddenly moved it to like the next night at 1am.

Anyway, I absolutely slayed this interview. I felt super high on life and at my absolute best during this. I had sort of transcended to a state where I didn’t even want the job, I just wanted this to end. He was blown away by the fact that I was interviewing at 1am, but I definitely feel my best and brightest at 1am so this helped too.

There was no discussion of marketing stuff at all in this 2nd interview. I pretty much just talked about myself and my zine with the interviewer.

And this is where all the extended CRYPTOCURRENCY BACKSTORY comes in. Basically the jewel of my """"portfolio""""" and the only real marketing writing I had done was unwittingly advertising Pete Wentz Cryptocurrency. I had poured like every ounce of my heart and soul and passion and effort into writing this because it was Pete Wentz and I did not know it was cryptocurrency.

And because it was CRYPTOCURRENCY (even though I hadn’t known that) the interviewer was very interested in this. I did not really have any context for this at the time because ChatGPT was not public, but this was an AI tech startup. So there was a lot of like marketing language and company values type things that overlapped a lot, and like buzzwords about Venture Capital and Disrupting The System or Literally Whatever.

I also think an important part of why I did so well was that the interviewer had his camera off and I had no clue who I was talking to. I didn’t know who he was in the company at the time, he sounded very young and like he didn’t have an accent, and he went by a very young-sounding nickname.

I believed I was talking to a boy my age instead of a 40 year old, and I felt very confident and like I was socializing with a peer. This is a bit awkward to say, but because I believed this, there was a lot of natural chemistry. I didn’t feel nervous or like I had to be polite or try and impress a grown-up, and I felt like he should be impressed by me. Which was like the secret to slaying job interviews, I think.

Anyway, I don’t know how much of getting the job was this PW-NFT experience and how much it was the reference from the SWMRS fan. I feel like in this post I’ve understated that aspect, but me spending all of senior year of college obsessively posting about SWMRS instead of going to job fairs was counterintuitively also critical to my eventual career even though everyone thought I was being dumb as all fuck and wasting my breath.

And also it’s hard to know how much of getting this job was just me being confident and prepared and dedicated and passionate. One part I remember clearly was he asked me to talk for five minutes without stopping and teach him about something, and he said it was OK if I couldn’t because most people can’t and I could still get the job. And then it literally wasn’t a problem for me at all, and I definitely feel like maybe that was the moment he decided.

Another thing I remember is that the foster cat I had from Hey Chris was DESTROYING the couch behind me and I was kinda distraught over this but then the interviewer started baby talking to the cat and it brought up fostering, and he was super impressed by the volunteer work. Finally, I like made a huge PowerPoint for the interview (they made me do some project IIRC) and he liked that too.

This was on like a Friday night at 1am or something ridiculous like that, and I didn’t expect to hear back for at least another week, but they were really eager to give me the job immediately.

I did not immediately contact any of my professors about references or send a thank you note because it was a weekend and thought I had like a week, which I regret because my professors were kind of Big Mad about this, so I would recommend contacting your references in advance even if you think you won't get the job.

Anyway I was so relived this was all over and I had a feeling deep down so I drank cactus juice for the first time ever on Saturday night and my roommate was gone so I took a bath for the first time in 6 years in her bathtub and used a Lush bomb and reread Gray, and it was very magical and special and then when I got out at 4am when the water was ice cold and I was still like on another planet, I had an offer letter on my phone (it was like 5am on a Sunday), and I couldn’t believe it was actually real.

Anyway the job is very good (originally 65k base plus 6.5k possible bonus and some different stipends, but I got a raise and make 70k + 7k bonus now. Was making 15/hr previously). It is 100% WFH with dental and vision, 4 weeks PTO, 10 sick days, sign-on stipends for a home office, provide the computer, 1 business trip to the beach per year plus occasional office stuff where there’s like a lot of restaurant food and alcohol, 1k donation matching, and a bunch of stuff with retirement and stocks. I bought an espresso machine and milk steamer with the WFH setup stipend and it was the best decision ever.

Most people there have worked at like Disney and Spotify and Netflix and GoT and stuff. My friend was directly recruited from an obscure job board because she has worked at places like Young Hollywood. One of the other girls I am closest with there worked as a celebrity matchmaker.

Then there’s….me and the PWNFTs lol. It is a bit insane to be honest, but I think that I am honestly one of their best guys because I don't see this as just a job and I don't really take working at places like this for granted whereas everyone else is used to it and always was headed there. Getting a job like this was one in a million and was never ever in the cards for an English major new grad from Bettendorf Iowa that went to a liberal arts college in the middle of nowhere. I worked really, really, really fucking hard to get here and like actually bled and kicked and cried the whole way so I deserve it. I also deserve to be there and have gotten above expectations on all my reviews to date.

ALSO BTW, a big reason why I felt kind of like this was a suicide mission was because I was on Accutane and physically could not continue to work my job in a brewery because it wrecks your bones.

Also towards the end I applied at a college, and by the time they got back to me I had signed on. But they actually told me I was their top candidate and I think would've counteroffered but I told them no. I cold applied there, but I wrote a carefully tailored cover letter to the position, which I think most people don't do and is important if you're cold applying. I didn't do this at my job because I had a reference, but a lot of people I work with messaged the head of the department they applied to on LinkedIn.

Another thing is like yes the LinkedIn is important and headshots are also really important. I follow Courtney Johnson on TikTok and think she mostly has good advice.

Anyway, I guess to recap my advice would be 1) Obsessively pursue your dreams instead of trying to be "practical" and like everyone else. You're only settling early, and shoot for the moon because even if you miss you will land among the stars or whatever that corny quote is. 2) Working via connections is critical, but this actually means like friends from band Tumblr instead of what they tell you in school about awkward job fairs 3) The interview process for good jobs is going to be really time consuming and miserable but you need to take it super seriously 4) Even if you aren't qualified you can still get the job and do well. 5) You need to approach the interview like you know you already have the job or it doesn't matter if you get the job, and you need to be insanely confident. You need to want the job. 6) Stuff like hobbies and volunteering is important to bring up.

ANYWAY, I have been there for about a year. Moving on to what I actually do—

I write basically everything that has to do with marketing. So stuff for all types of ads, landing pages, emails, etc, captions for every single ad on every imaginable platform, etc. I know this doesn't sound like a lot but I counted recently and it's like 10k words a month at least. It is a constant churn of high volume stuff combined with periods of nothing between campaigns where I take marketing classes or do research projects, like analyzing and making powerpoints about competitors or interviews with customers. I feel like that even sounds like not a lot but all of it is really short individually and a lot of this stuff goes through a lot of revisions, there's also like meetings and planning and approval chains and stuff.

Companies make like bazillions of webpages and emails and posts every day so that is p much what I do. I also turn things around on insanely, insanely tight deadlines (one of my biggest strengths), often minutes or hours.

I am basically the only writer in a traditional sense (there are UX writers but that's v different). There is a linguist that copyedits what I do (love her). The girl who referred me in used to be another writer for the emails and blog, but I don't think she wanted to work there at all anymore after the public reaction to AI, so now it is just me. There was like other stuff too but I would like to be vague. Then there are external contractors who make the blog posts but that doesn't really have anything to do with me….. until now, lol.

My old team was mostly bunch of people who actually launched ads and targeted them and collected/analyzed data on them, but there were other random marketing roles too. Now I'm on a new team with people who make the videos/images of stuff I write for, a girl who codes the emails I make (and does other stuff), and our manager. I really really really like my new manager.

Other people I deal with include lawyers, who make sure the ads/emails are OK-- for example, if a company runs a promotion over email, lawyers have to be involved. I also interact a lot with the social media and influencer people (also amazing), to help writing briefs for influencers and brainstorming posts. I also work a lot with business development (love her also also), which is making promotional materials to circulate in schools/businesses.

One of the coolest projects I got to work on, for example, was that we partnered with a ton of athletes and they were wearing company merch at games and making posts/doing courtside interviews. I reviewed and kind of wrote what they said because they are not really able to write their own stuff. I also wrote some billboards recently.

For the most part, I genuinely love my job and I love all my coworkers and think leadership is awesome. However, I will say that any writing job probably has certain challenges, especially if you're young and inexperienced. I feel like people who don't know anything about writing feel the need to contribute, or don't value what I do because I turn things around so quickly. Like if someone in charge of me tells me to do something different I will change it without question 99% of the time, but when it comes to random other people it's frustrating and hard for me to deal with.

Like I know I'm only 25 and I don't know everything, but I am basically the only writer, lol. This was like a source of like a lot drama and crying and being upset in my life, but I feel like there have been a lot of recent changes that have made this a lot better and it's continuing to get better, which is good, and I also feel like my manager is doing all of the right stuff and I'm also learning 2 deal with my own issues and not get so upset more.

But anyway yeah that's kind of my job and how I got my job, I know this turned into a million page long post but <3 hope it helps

[controlban]

some atsv thoughts...

i was a year older than miles when i saw the first movie when it came out. now the second movie has come out, and im 20, but its not my fault the sequel took nearly 5 years to release. ageing up is fine and exists for situations like these where a piece of media didnt maturate properly with its initial fanbase, and thus didnt allow for them to naturally grow in tandem. that's literally part of what fandom/fanfiction is for. fandom and fanfiction are for people to expand on their favourite piece of media and remake it into how they want it to be. the same thing happened with mcu!peter parker. i was abt 1-2 years younger than peter parker when homecoming came out, and i was 2-3 years older than him when no way home released.

whatever happened to just judging silently, and moving on with ur day? why are people being so mean and exclusive now?

obvi ped0s are fucking vile, but no one's being a ped0 here. go find ur common sense and thinking skills.

and i bet the same ppl who are being so weird abt this fandom rn are the same ones who think the movie has copaganda... what??? tell me ur a spiderman/marvel tourist without telling me ur a tourist, smh.

this movie uses typical spiderman tropes, and makes a meta analysis of miles morales as a character and whether or not he deserves to even be spiderman. the movie uses this as a narrative device. one of the core elements of spiderman is parental figure death/trauma, his/her relationship to the police/the city (often times by way of the police chief to represent all of the police, and/or by way of the media to represent public perception of spiderman, ie.: hero vs menace).

if we wanna only talk about movies, then all 3 live action series of spiderman have done the exact same thing. the comics do it even more.

but these ppl just watch movie, see ‘cop not intrinsically bad in this one’ and go ‘hey guys, this is bad right? am i right? please agree. when are we going to do something about it’. it feels like a very uninformed and performative analysis and reaction. and its always the people who aren't the ones being affected by police/police brutality that seem to put on the biggest show about supposed copaganda. how about you do something about the very real problems happening in the real world if you're worried abt copaganda? because i'll bet every dollar i have that every person that was bird calling on twitter abt atsv never set foot anywhere near any of the many protests that happened this year for the lives of those lost to the unjust american judicial system in just this year alone.

there are ways to consume media while also being smart. stop letting twitter raise u. you don't have to constantly perform for everyone to prove you're a good, socially-conscious person.

twist your head back on.

#miles morales #across the spiderverse #atsv #atsv x reader #miles morales x reader #hobie brown #hobie brown x reader #spiderverse

[youngestdaughtersyndrome]

tagged by @kommunarde to talk about 5 things im interested in!!! mwah <3

1.) sally hansen insta-dri nail laquer in shade beet-ing heart: its wretched. its horrific. its so bright that you can see it perfectly in in a dark room. my phone case is a similar color and it almost makes the iphone (least erotic machine ever) erotic. beet-ing heart comes to me in dreams as a weapon of god. if i ever found myself in twin peaks' black lodge, the curtains would be beet-ing heart instead of red. when my body gets cut open for an autopsy, i would want all my organs and blood to be beet-ing heart pink, if only to baffle and nauseate the pathologists. freakshow pink. i-killed-my-boyfriend-and-now-his-body-is-rotting-in-the-trunk pink. john waters double feature pink. 1980s special effects pink. it’s rocky horror’s speed freak cousin, unstable terror, and it just bit off someone’s dick while giving them a blowjob. bass-boosted nightcore remixes of hyperpop. any horror movie involving a pageant. its gleeful and disruptive and entirely horrific and i am so fucking obsessed with it that i could eat it. pictures cannot do this monstrosity justice.

2.) the iconography of coca cola: coca cola is effectively a superstar to me. pop stars want what coca cola has. the red and white can has become so culturally ingrained that to even mention coca cola is like invoking the presence of Big America into the conversation. its effectively the shein coquette section of drinks-- its trying to remain like 50s/60s-flirtatious-picnics-fourth of july-lana del rey-patriotism and its working, which is insane because its actually microplastics-child slavery-landfill fuel-destroying multiple environments-capitalism. i hate her. i can't live without her. i want to murder suicide us. she (the iconic can full of delicious beverage) is everything and he (coca cola corporation) is actually far more sinister than ken could ever dream being. the can and the corporation are entirely separate in the societal mind like some sort of beverage dr. jekyll and mr. hyde, purely because shes our beautiful girlfriend whose faults we must ignore if we want to keep dating her. absolutely fascinating to me.

3.) red as a fetish: i'm not talking about how sexy things are red-- or at least red adjacent (think: genitalia, an open throat, a lot of lingerie, sex scene lighting in some films, etc), i'm talking about how red has transcended the cultural association of sex and being "naughty" to become something that brands things as adult or sexual by its mere presence. i know dozens of girls who got told by their parents to never wear red nail polish or lipstick or a red dress because it would make them come off as slutty or harlots or whatever word the parents felt like using to describe promiscuity. red is also one of the first colors to have a cultural gender binary inside of it, based off societal expectations for men vs. women-- on a man red says "aggression", but on a woman red says "sex". i don't think it would be like that if our general culture allowed women to be angry and was normal about angry women (as opposed to having the separate section of "female rage" consisting of crying or maybe a slap-- something that comes off to me as more of a purple or dark blue, in all honesty) but thats a separate post. red's nature is that its a primal and biological color, signaling blood and sex to the masses, and this means that anything thats red has the effect of biology which makes it fuckable, even if its something as paltry as a soda can or a shoe. because of this effect, red has transcended being used for fetishes and has become a fetish in itself, and i just think thats neat.

4.) smells and love: i know i have a bit of a sensitive nose, but everyone has a separate smell to them. its impacted by what the person consumed that day, what they were doing, if they were sweating or not, etc., but underneath it all there is a unique scent, like some sort of a biological thumbprint. a lot of it is because of the persons daily routines and whatnot, which really just makes it more interesting and more like character-defining, if that makes sense-- for an example, i know i smell powdery (cosmetics), sugary (daily soda), dirty (i like dirt and i touch it frequently), and a bit acrid (smoking mint to try and stave off nicotine cravings) on top of the unique and innate fleshiness that every living person has. my father smells spicy (tiger balm), rubbery (palo santo smudge stick), that distinct and unnameable fresh-woodsy-citrusy-whatever smell of mens hygiene products, gasoline-sweet (motor oil, wd-40), and the flesh smell, but his is slightly different than mine. there was a time in my life when i could literally close my eyes and walk by someone i spent a lot of time with, and i would be able to tell who it was. you know. its a matter of knowledge and memorization and time spent together. i just think its very sweet.

5.) making up incredibly elaborate and impossible stories as to how i got the mystery bruise of the day: i could be like 'i must have bumped my leg' or just not care at all, but where's the fun in that? the one on my knee is because i was on a tropical beach dancing in the moonlight with a soft-eyed lover, and when we tried the dirty dancing lift for shits and giggles, they dropped me and i fell right onto a lovely pearlescent seashell. of course i didn't mind, because i was having so much fun that i didn't notice any pain i might have been in, and besides-- i was laughing the whole way down. the one on my calf is because i was in a fight club and kicked someone in the hip so hard that my leg bruised. carry on in this manner until there are overly detailed stories about every single mystery bruise you have, and i swear you'll have a little bit more joy in your life.

tagging @hauntedwoman @alpacinolover @holemotif @capvlian @exitmusicfrafilm @exitwound and anyone else who wants to <3<3<3

#these are all so specific and long but!!! this was very fun ty for tagging me felice <3<3<3<3<3 #hollyws #tag game

[xythlia]

okay but every dc creator and consumer NEEDS to understand that some people are just gonna think you're a fucking freak regardless. There's people who think I'm a fucking freak and that's just something I've had to accept, everyone is allowed to be into what they're into but we also have to be able to get a grip and realize some people are going to look at you funny for it it's just a fact of life

that said, the definitions of shota and loli EXPLICITLY state it's about sexualizing child characters. I haven't met many dark content creators who don't already know or discuss that distinction within dark content and that's why it is actually important to separate dark content into different categories. Someone using fiction as a safe outlet to explore taboo topics like yandere or cnc or as a controlled outlet to explore subjects related to personal trauma is not on the same level as someone using a drawn child in place of a real one for sexual gratification.

its especially important to have distinctions because of the definition of pornography: material that depicts nudity or sexual acts for the purpose of sexual stimulation and the legal definition of csam which includes drawn depictions of minors in sexual contexts. When someone is creating or consuming shota/loli content it is for sexual stimulation, that goes beyond dark content. That's beyond just "people might think of me funny because I write dead dove or because im into cnc" it's okay there's something extremely fucking predatory going on here because why do you wanna think about kids in sexual scenarios to get off?

I've written some weirdo fucking shit but my dark content is not going to be lumped in with literal predators skirting the legal loopholes of csa because that's a whole separate beast. What I write about is kink between consenting adults, as do the majority of dc writers. I'm always very do whatever you want but I'm also always highly suspicious of the people who are the first to jump out and talk loud as fuck about how "it's just lines it's just pixels blah blah blah" because tbh no it's not. Its been proven there's real predators who hide behind that rhetoric online, like that toonimal person who was literally on a pedo website talking about being "pro contact" with minors. Those people are always hiding out and taking advantage of this misguided defense of "they're just lines!" "block of you don't like it!" bc it's easy to hide behind it when someone else is acting like a rabid dog on their behalf and making excuses for a predators behavior. so no, we should be making distinctions between dark content and csa material because it isn't all created with equal intentions

#tw dark content #sorry i saw that and it just really really pissed me off

[zikadraws]

it takes four doug has "been through the system of 'several lives'"? do you mean he's been killed by the monsters and respawned a few times, and if not what did you mean? im always a fan of aus that incorporate the respawn mechanics that the games theyre for brush over :3c🍿

Oh man isn't that one hell of a question, that I was totally prepared for ! And since you asked it you're now legally required to sit through my painfully long take on this. Enjoy.

(Fair warning : Long post ahead. And you even get drawings. Click For Quality bcz phone pictures.)

Well it's actually relating to a theory/headcanon of mine that I came up to try for the respawn system to make sense in-game, because I too love when the mechanisms in-game are a thing that's accounted for and explained in the "world building*. And the respawn system in Dark Deception always left me perplex. Allow me to put the problem :

So we, as the player get a certain amount of Lives, represented by skulls, that we can use to try again from the last loading point before a Game Over (in which case I think you have to do the level since the very start.) We get more Lives the more we progress through. So far so good. It could not be accounted for and I'll be content enough with that, HOWEVER. When you die while still having 'Lives', Bierce pulls out a snarky comment like "Oh you got killed by a freaking statue, that's bloody hilarious". But, when you die after running out of Lives and get a Game Over, she will say "You died... HAHAHAHAHAHA" (like the sadistic asshole she is), and that, invariably and only in case of Game Over.

(And, very importantly : when you lose a Life, you don't lose your progress, you don't lose any Shard (depending on the difficulty ofc lmao.) So that means there is no time rewind for Lost Lives : it's a thing that's happening and counts as part of the trial. (The Game Overs, however, are on us.)

Which implies that she's somehow aware that the Game Over means Actually Dead, and that the other times was a "Oh dear, you got yourself fucked up again didn't you." and that we could try again. So this implies that the "several lives" system is something that just occurs with Mortals, and not only Doug since it doesn't phase her.

Now it's kinda infuriating because other than the Joy Joy Gang with the Game Over no one else really says anything about this, so. How would that system, that's implied to be acknowledged, be explained in the Dark Dimension, and why is it not talked about ?

Well I think I developed a plausible enough theory, and I believe the reason, for that and a few other mechanics, could be the Soul Shards. Allow me to explain.

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So we all know the Soul Shards right. Each of them holding power, and supposed to have once been an unfortunate Mortal that got ripped to bits in Malak's Realm. So far so good, however : "Soul Shard" implies that what we collect is only a fraction of the entirety of the victim's soul, which means the rest must be trapped in Malak's Realm. Enslaved, consumed or just wandering, you'd expect these poor sinners (those who did not cave or qualify into becoming Monsters) to want to do the best they can to help the next victim, with whatever power they hold as captive spirits.

So I believe they are the ones to give the Mortals more than one chance. How they do it is unclear, they might 'zap out' the corpse and reanimate it from a certain point of power, because this action takes a lot of their energy, and it needs for them to focus their collective power in certain emplacements -the Respawn Points for us. However, as it takes a lot out of them, they can only revive so many times. That's also why we gain more Lives through the levels : the more Shards we collect, the more people we get on our side to focus their energy to revive us.

As you can see I've given them a humanoid form because I felt they needed one. Anyways, they follow us around. (A lot because we're literally collecting them, I suspect.) When we die, the death screen advice is spoken by them, as pictured here.

I like to think they're also the reason why there is writing on the walls in certain locations (such as the Hotel, the Golden Manor and the Sewers), giving advice and warnings. I don't think it's blood, so it's probably something easier for them to produce. Those must be erased whenever they're spotted.

Anyways, they do more than that.

You see the chorus that you can hear in the background music ? Well I don't know if you ever noticed, but it appear to be singing warnings and injonctions, such as "Keep on moving" in "Maternal Instinct" or "Run for your life" in the teased ost "Silent Shopper" (I think). Here's my illustrated theory on that : Malak forces them to be the ominous background ambiance, so they choose to subtly try to screw him over and encourage us whilst doing so. (There is canonically whispering from the victims according to E, so I think this chorus might be part of this aspect of the lore.)

There are more than one type of Soul Shard, by the way. Depending on their level of spite, their energy, their personality and their desire to get back to their tormentors, they can sometimes appear as Stun Balls or Spotting Shards. Those are rare though, as most powerful souls are harvested ASAP. 

(They might also be the reason you don’t suffer from exhaustion from running, idk.)

Also, once they've been collected their spirits stick with us even through the levels they're not from and even in the Ballroom, which allows for scenes like this one.

(Sorry about the colors lol still figuring out the scanner)

Anyways, that was basically the long and the short of it, though assuming the spirits follow Doug throughout the entire thing, I’ve came up with a few bonuses. Plus some cozy Tammy thing for your comfort.

So yeah long story short this pretty much explains how come Doug has gone through more than one life. He’s more or less aware of that fact, but he’s a lot in denial of the whole process and pretend the deaths never happened in the first place and that the voices he hears are indeed the other victims crying out to him and nothing else. Each death makes him more cautious, more reactive, more alert, and also more impatient. He takes the advice and what help there is to take, however he tries not to talk to them. Too much to take in and he kinda has to focus on his own problems. It helps that Bierce seems to royally ignore them. They do *not* like Bierce, by the way.

In total, Doug has died about four times so far. He IS kind of lucky, in the end of the day. That or he might actually be talented, who knows.

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Okay, so that was my explanation ! Hope you had the patience to read through all of it, and that it makes sense to you. Also enjoy the Soul Shard content, I’ve done these a while ago.

Alright, thanks for your ask. You’re welcome and have a great night ✨🤗💖

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[turbo-overkill]

one particular aspect of Turbo Overkill that im fucking insane over is Teratek's role in the story.

SYN is an extension of Teratek. She's everything the society holds dear, taken to the extreme, rid of all its covers. The weak will- must- die, you have to change everything about yourself drastically to be one of the strong, there is no value in life except for the constant pursuit of higher status, more power, pushing your body to the limit to keep up with the newest standards while the rich companies glare down with you with hungry eyes.

So, Teratek creates SYN, and SYN goes out of control- except she doesn't, she doesn't do anything new, she saw Teratek's goals and sought to perfect them. Like she was supposed to do.

Teratek moved Johnny into the picture because he would die otherwise. His primary reason was money. He could not pay for life saving surgery, and the little glimmer of hope in the shape of 8 months and a "contact" was taken advantage of by Teratek. So, he does it all, out of some moral obligation, of course, but also because he doesn't want to fucking die. Not just die, but forget- have his personality wiped clean.

And the thing that gets me is that like... SYN fucking rebuilds him from the scratch, builds him a brain, gives him a new, perfectly crafted body, makes him into a killing machine- the goal he's been driven to by Teratek in the first place- and it doesn't help. He's been take apart and put back together to serve the goal of a higher authority that could not care less for him as a person, only as an asset that can be replaced, but he's still going to die.

The revelation that Teratek reconstructed his brain? Went through the effort of finding Johnny's doctor, getting the information out of him, growing a perfect replica of a human brain, just for the purpose of adding him back to their disposal?

And Maw, on the other hand? He failed to change. He sought power beyond his capabilities, he changed himself beyond recognition in the process, replaced pieces of himself until Maw wasn't really Maw, and it still devoured him in the end. He allowed his goal to consume him whole.

He's lost his humanity... hasn't he? He tries to take Johnny down the same path- "scarcely human", Maw says about both of them. He projects and tries to convince Johnny, and I think that's because Maw cannot accept that humanity cannot be boiled down to such a simple concept as flesh or metal. Because if humanity means being made of flesh, having a heart that pumps blood, then shouldn't Maw be the pinnacle of that? Stripped of his skin so his organs are exposed, encased in flesh and craving more?

Johnny has none of that, they serve as perfect opposites in this regard, and the answer that Maw poses is godhood. Is humanity the lack of an extreme? Does it reside in the perfect equilibrium between a grotesque, chaotic amalgamation of meat, and a metallic body designed with perfect purpose?

Ultimately, isn't that an extension of SYN? Teratek? To change without a care for the outcome or the reason or the means, for the sole purpose of reaching an artificially established goal?

And what's more, do all these changes make you more? Less? Why is Maw a god, but one of SYN's children subhuman, when they share the same characteristics, the same origin?

Because it suits Teratek and the mentality they and Machtek and everyone else established, and the mentality SYN sought to rid of imperfections. Change, become better, replace undesirable parts of yourself- you will always be inferior, your body weak and slow, but with this next augment, you'll be one step closer to whatever your goal is. And you'll never reach that goal, of course, because you'll either give up, or let it become all you know and eat you alive.

#yeet talks #turbo overkill