Getting a weird little hobby is actually so important bc it opens your eyes up to the world. You start crocheting or knitting, and how you see scarves and sweaters differently. You try identifying plants, now you’re seeing opposite and alternate leaf pattern. Bird watching? Every chirp draws attention and interest.
Please don’t let fandom ruin something you love. Walk away and unfollow the fans and enjoy the thing by yourself, or find a limited circle of people who ignore the discourse, or get your irl friends into the thing and collectively ignore the Internet community, or blacklist from here to the moon if you need to and only ever scroll through your rarepair ship’s tag on AO3. But don’t let fandom distort a show or a movie or a book or a comic you used to love so badly that you can’t enjoy the original anymore. Please. It isn’t worth it.
The best recent fandom I’ve been in lately has been a discord group of less than a dozen people. My bff and I send fanfics and fanart just to each other and we’ve been having so much fun, just like how fandom used to be. And it sucks that I had to go paywall, but things got a LOT better once I started posting fandom-only art to my patreon. You find ways to make it work.
hell's chicken. proof that these sinners would make the most entertaining and concerning cooking show participants. i love how the general reception to don eating raw chicken was just "Don ate raw chicken. Yeah she would do that" and absolutely nothing else. which. i understand. hell's chicken was so insane there were just so many things to dissect. I miss hell's chicken
HOWEVER. don did not just eat raw chicken. as the most sane don quixote limbus company fan out there, i have dissected the bongy log and am now bringing some terrifying discoveries.
(tiny cartoon blood warning at some point)
1) Don ate at least four Bongies
there are four bongy variations in-game, which i refer to (in order) as plain, soysauce, sweetsauce, and chef. did you ever notice that they have different... back-legs? shoes? ????? i have no idea what to call them but flavor isn't their only visual difference.
we have no idea how many bongies don ate, presumably without suffering salmonella no less— but we know that it's at least four! depending on which bongy you click, their log may have one different line near the end. behold:
2) How did Don eat the Bongies?
so bongies. below i have outlined how one could possibly consume these sentient raw chickens.
i think it wouldn't be too hard to tear their legs(? wings?) off, and as cursed as this sounds out of context, it would be easy to chop its back off. don could easily do both of these things, so what is the issue here?
reader. please reread any of the bongy logs. the line before or after the flavor line.
Why does she mention teeth. Did she bite onto the top part, on purpose or not. Would Don do that. Are Bongies just lined with teeth no matter which part of the meat you bite onto. What is the truth here.
i did have an even more terrifying thought: Don swallowed the Bongies whole. However, she doesn't mention the taste or sensation of any eyes, so it's very unlikely that she canonically swallowed the bongies whole. so canonically, she presumably bit onto the bongies without thinking and accidentally got pricked by some teeth. which. i hope this is the answer.
...she still would do it, though.
3) What sand
screenshot taken from the github logs this time! love how half the sinners just. laid it on her. i am amused and confused at ishmael's line, though. why is her head in the sand. how is her head in the sand. is it even sand? i don't remember if lcb has seen a single grain of sand or not. if it's not sand, is she just hiding under a table or the bus seats or something else?
do ostriches even exist in the city? knowing the city, there are probably only fucked up ostriches. does everyone know what an ostrich is? hell, i don't even remember how normal animals work in the city. sorry. i made this post solely for point number 2, as you can see.
...that should be it, actually. i have no idea how far this post will wander, but if you've read this far, i think you're entitled to emotional compensation from me. however, i do not apologize for spreading the truth.
don didn't just eat raw chicken, she ate at least four of them. have a nice day and thank you for reading!! thank you for reading and liking and reblogging my stupid ass posts actually. i love my mipy
Each of the sinners have their own spins on their uniforms that makes them unique like Don’s fixer buttons, Heathcliff forgoing the jacket and vest altogether, Faust’s turtleneck, Ishmael’s jacket originally being a longcoat that she tore off (was torn off?) for reasons unknown, and Meursault’s giant-ass belt buckle, to name some of them; which can give a little insight into their personalities and whatnot.
And as the outism blog you already know where I’m going with this.
Why the croptop jacket, Outis?
Tactical advantage? Personal preference?? The company ran out of material for the jacket and made it two inches shorter??? Did Faust take one look at her on the job interview and saw her dyked out in that military uniform and went Oh Faust knows what to do with you and filed the order for her LCB uniform????
i mean it quite seriously when i say that i mourn vine… but i think its existence taught an entire generation of people about drama, cinemetography and comedy
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Every 21st century piece of writing advice: Make us CARE about the character from page 1! Make us empathize with them! Make them interesting and different but still relatable and likable!
Every piece of classic literature: Hi. It's me. The bland everyman whose only purpose is to tell you this story. I have no actual personality. Here's the story of the time I encountered the worst people I ever met in my life. But first, ten pages of description about the place in which I met them.
Modern writing advice: Make sure your POV character goes through a significant arc! Make sure they are changed by the narrative! Make sure they learn a lesson!
Narrators of every book of the 19th century: the lesson I learned is these people fucking suck, sayonara you freaks
Modern writing advice: It’s all about the character overcoming obstacles and learning! They learn their lesson so they can fix their mistakes and make good choices in the future! It’s a character arc! It’s called growth! Readers love it!
Everyone from ancient times through the 19th century: would you like to watch a Guy fuck up twenty times in a row
There’s a regular at the fabric superstore. She’s at least 80 years old, and she just got back into sewing after giving it up for 40 years. We’ll call her Irma.
I love Irma.
Irma is constantly surprised by the newfangled sewing gadgets our store sells. Today she bought some extra-fine glass-head pins and a magnetic pincushion. As I’m ringing her purchases up, she tells me very seriously, “did you know, if you’re careful, you can sew RIGHT OVER those pins? You don’t need to take them out!”
I told her that I liked that you can’t accidentally melt the head of the glass pins with your iron, and she nodded. “They used to all be like that, but times changed.”
I love old sewing machines and asked what kind of machine she has, and she goes, “Oh, it’s an old Singer Featherweight that my husband bought me when we were first married. It’s probably not worth anything anymore, but the thing sews fine. Have you seen the ones those girls over there–” indicating the sewing machine sub-store in my location “–have? Those things go in every direction and the needle always comes to the top when you stop sewing! Imagine how handy that is!”
I mention that I used to sew on my grandmother’s Featherweight but now there’s a intra-family war about who owns Grandma’s Featherweight and so no one gets to use it. It’s genuinely the best portable straight-stitch machine I’ve ever used.
I warn her to never let anyone tell her that Featherweight isn’t worth something. “I know, I miss my husband and it’s always going to have a place in my heart, just like your grandma’s.”
“I mean, Irma, there’s that, but they’re also worth a really notable amount of money. The Singer Featherweight is really financially valuable. I almost never see them for sale around here for less than about $400, and that’s in bad condition.”
“It’s a good thing my husband’s dead, honey, because if you told him that he managed to buy a sewing machine that’s worth more in 2021 than he bought it for in 1950, well, he’d be so smug that I just wouldn’t be able to tolerate driving home with him.”
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