I'm Chadoe Dex (using either name is fine) I usually just reblog a bunch of things but sometimes I write & draw. I try to keep up a consistent tag system thumbs up
My blog is just a mess of all the things I like, but I tag by fandom and character/person! Some of the ones I'm in are
mcyt
star wars
minecraft
lego monkie kid
fnaf
Undertale/Deltarune
stardew valley
TMNT(2012/2018)
ace attorney
And a bunch of random ones I might only reblog every once in a blue moon
My art tag is #dex art and my writing tag is #dex writes
My ao3 link is in my bio where I have a bunch of oneshots and some multi-chapter fics. Anything I've posted here will most likely have a more edited/refined version on my ao3 !!
My most recent project is a multiwork traffic smp au (grian, joel and jimmy centric) so if you're interested you can find it under #tbbs royalty au, ao3 link here
[Canary Song is currently undergoing a rewrite]
Please feel free to send me an ask or message! I'll try my best to respond! I welcome comments on my work and as always reblogs are appreciated <3
I ask that you use tone tags in any message that can be misinterpreted as that is a problem of mine and I have pretty harsh anxiety
Boundaries:
Don't send me anything heavily NSFW related I'm an adult but I still have the right to not like that stuff :]
I don't want to discuss any super heavy/serious topics, especially creator discourse. I won't directly talk about it, but if I repost something about it it's because I probably agree with the post or found it informative. Anything reposted will be tagged with #discourse/#important
Any requests are welcome, but I suffer from burnout and general issues with finishing wips so please don't expect anything or pressure me about it
I use an online alias, not my real name please respect that ( I'm looking at my friends who found me lol)
Common tags I use (outside of fandom ones):
I use #chadoe rambles for original text posts, #tumblr shenanigans for silly posts and interactions I find, I also have #tumblr etiquette for new users.
#silly q #art q and #queueue for things in my queue (lots of qs around here)
#important for things I think more people should see and #serious post as reads
#ao3 or #archive of our own for fanfic posts and I think that's it? I also talk in the tags a bunch and if I see a tag someone else used and want to comment on it i'll put an arrow (->, <-) and "prev tags"
I think that's all, thank you for reading this hope you enjoy my blog!
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This is literally what people are talking about when they say AI will be used to mainstream widely held bigotry. LLMs are trained on frequency and probability -> straight relationships are more well represented in the dataset -> straight pronouns and terms become the "correct" normal.
This is a form of backdoor bigotry from both normative facts (there are more straight than gay relationships) and well represented bigoted beliefs (men are superior to women).
Combine this with the mass of people inclined to believe (and being encouraged to believe) that if AI says and does something it must be correct
I have a male character who is a healer. Every goddamn time I have an AI LLM on in a word processor, I will know because that fucking thing always tries to make Aza a woman.
It's a nice way to know there's hidden AI but also... fucking gender essentialist bullshit. There is no reason for it to think he is a woman other than the fact that he has healing magic. None.
AI is not the solution to any problem you have with your own writing. It never will be.
in hindsight, growing up as an aromantic person who didn't know aromanticism was a thing...it woulda been really easy for me to assume that something was wrong with me, that I was "broken" or "missing" some piece of humanity.
luckily I was autistic, oblivious, and had a huge ego. it literally never occurred to me to frame it as a "me" problem. i just thought every single person i knew was a dumbass
Only in Deltarune can your favorite character directly acknowledge you 🫵 specifically, the player of this specific run of the game by stuffing you in a cardboard box, beating you with a hockey stick, hurling you into the garbage and violently kicking the shit out of you. First ever blorbo to despise me personally. Incredible experience, no notes. I hope they put me in the garbage disposal next chapter, or perhaps the air fryer.
your oneshot about team rancher on limited life is so sweet, but when Tango offered to let jimmy sleep with him and have etho wake them up all i could think of was that one vine where the recorder walks in to wake up his friend and he's sleeping with someone on the bunk
i can't explain it well, hopefully you know which one i mean
AIAHDBSJDB I KNOW EXACTLY WHICH ONE YOU MEAN LMAO 😂
Listen, you wanna know what makes this even better? In the past day since writing that, amidst some chats with Hybs, I’ve actually come to the decision that Etho did NOT in fact wake them up (despite him being up early and going out to get some fishing done for extra food supply before everyone else was up). Instead that honor was left to Skizzleman, who was not only surprised to find someone unexpected cuddlin’ up with his buddy Tango, but who ALSO was not present for Double Life and therefore has ZERO CONTEXT for why Jimmy Solidarity, a member of an opposing Limited Life team, is in his teammate’s bed.
ASFKNFEIBTG HYBS YOU CAN'T JUST DROP THIS IN MY INBOX OUT OF NOWHERE COME BACK HERE
(...but also oh my god that's exactly what happens lmaooo...Skizz is just in a state of ✨confusion✨ from the moment he manages to rub the sleep from his eyes hahahaha. Dude's BAFFLED give him a BREAK)
But why do I think that after the great confusion of Skizz.
He wakes up the others and so they throw pillows at the ranchers until Jimmy falls out of bed wakes up and panic runs lol
As hilarious of a mental image as that is lmao, I actually did have a scene in mind already, so - hah - for your reading pleasure, have a continuation of These Small Hours...
[This work can also be found on Archive of Our Own]
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The Interloper
In Skizz’s defense, he’d had a rough first day on the server, so maybe it was more than a little understandable that it took a little longer for his brain to wake up than usual. Plus it was his first day back on a Life server since Last Life had ended so he was already a bit on edge on top of everything else that had happened, which meant he hadn’t slept well either - but that wasn’t important right now.
The fact was, when Skizz went to go poke Tango and see if his buddy was awake yet, it took him an embarrassingly long moment to register that there were two people in Tango’s bed instead of one…and one of them had recognizable yellow wings. Skizz had seen them before, of course. The player attached to them had been in the Life series for just as long as Skizzle had, though they had never been on the same team before. But again, he was tired, and his brain was sluggish, and it was early. Sue him if the guy’s name didn’t come to him as quickly as it normally would have.
Skizz blinked blearily at the sleeping pair, squinting at them with furrowed brows.
…Jimmy? What in the world…?
“Uhhh…” He blinked, still frozen in the doorway. Jimmy. When had he joined TIES?
…wait, no, he hadn’t joined TIES. Jimmy was teamed up with Joel. Joel who killed their cow.
It was then that he finally snapped into wakefulness, his eyes bugging out as he fully registered what was happening here. Tango was sleeping with the enemy - quite literally - and judging by how closely they were both cuddled up together, his buddy seemed pretty happy with that arrangement.
But…Jimmy?! He barely knew the guy. What the heck was he even lookin’ at here? He was tempted to wake Tango and pester him for answers, but that’d probably wake Jimmy as well, and he had no idea where that course of action might lead. So instead he slowly leaned back out the doorway and turned to call out into the main part of the base in a sharp whisper.
“Hey, Dippledop?” Silence. “Impulse?”
“What’s up, man?”
Impulse’s voice was muffled, clearly off tending to the farm they’d built up the day before, and Skizz huffed. He darted his focus from the source of Impulse’s voice to Tango and back again.
“Get in here, dude! We’ve got an interloper!”
“...a what?”
“Just come here!”
“Geez! Okay! Hang on–”
Except, apparently, Skizz hadn’t kept his voice down well enough, because his sharp hiss caught the attention of Tango. The netherborn shifted and grumbled into his pillow, tugging Jimmy closer with the arm he had draped across the avian’s torso, and after a moment or two of Skizzle holding his breath, Tango’s eyes blinked open. His gaze was fuzzy and half-aware when it found Skizz in the doorway. That haziness didn’t last long, because between one tick and the next, a sudden panic seemed to jolt Tango into action.
“Shit! Jimmy–” He scrambled upright, shaking Jimmy, whose feathers fluffed in alarm the moment he was aware enough to do so.
“Wha–” he grumbled, sitting upright with a mess of blond bedhead and sleep-blurred eyes. “Wha’s up…?”
“It’s morning, Feathers,” Tango said quickly. He was already scrambling to detangle himself from the sheets, rushing over to his personal chest and scooping up shoes and jeans and a light blue shirt that most definitely did not belong to Tango. “Jim, c’mon, you said you wanted to get back early. Remember? Grian? Joel?”
“Joel…” Jimmy blinked once, twice, then sucked in a sharp breath that sent him coughing and flailing out of bed himself. “Oh, void, the boys - ack!”
Jimmy tumbled to the ground in an undignified heap of feathers, a very birdlike chirp escaping him on impact, and Tango was quick to drop the clothes on the bed so he could help the fallen player to his feet.
“Oh, geez–” Tango snorted, falling into giggles alongside a red-faced Jimmy. “You good there buddy?”
“I’m good, I’m good!” Jimmy was quick to bat him away. He dove for his clothes and yanked on his jeans, his wings flailing out to keep him balanced.
And all the while, Skizz just gaped at them from beyond the doorway, their rapid movements and tossed items blurring slightly in front of him.
“Skizz! Hey!” Impulse appeared in the central room of the base, shoving wheat into his inventory as he went. “What’s up? You said there’s an interloper?”
“Yeah! There’s–”
Skizz made to gesture toward Tango’s room, but Tango was already leaving, dragging a very frazzled-looking Jimmy behind him as they slipped past the gaping Skizz in the doorway.
“Morning Skizz!” Tango called back, grinning all the while. “Morning Impy! Sorry, bit of a hurry. Be right back.”
Jimmy, who finally managed to get his other arm through the sleeve of his overshirt, flashed them both a sheepish little smile.
“H-Hey! Uh - good morning?” He chuckled weakly, tossing out a barely-there wave.
Much to Skizzle’s surprise, Impulse returned the wave with a friendly grin, looking entirely too unphased by the appearance of another team’s member coming out of Tango’s bedroom.
“Morning Jimmy!”
“I’d stay to chat, but - eep!”
It was then that Tango tugged Jimmy that last step or two out the door to their base, dragging Jimmy upward through the water and out of sight. For a moment, there was silence. Skizz’s jaw was practically on the floor, his brow furrowed in baffled confusion, and it took longer than he would have liked to get his brain to form a sentence. But then–
“What the heck just happened?!”
“Just Tango and Jimmy being Tango and Jimmy,” Impulse shrugged, providing absolutely no answers whatsoever before he vanished back into the farm.
“...what’s THAT supposed to mean?!”
Above ground, Etho sat in the shade of a tree on the shoreline while he fished for some extra food along the coast. He barely glanced up when Tango strolled back his way after seeing Jimmy off to his base.
“You knew he was here,” Tango drawled. He leaned sideways against Etho’s tree and shoved his hands in his pockets. “You could’ve woken us up when you left to fish.”
“Mhm, I could’ve.” His line went taut and he yanked the pole back sharply, reeling in his catch as he did so. “...but that wouldn’t have been as fun.”
Tango snorted.
“You know Joel and Grian are gonna mock him into an early grave once they realize where he was all night?”
Etho’s eyes crinkled around the corners in what Tango knew was a cheeky kind of grin. He laughed quietly beneath his mask.
“Well yeah. Of course they are.”
“Jerk! It was hard enough getting him to stay the one night. Now he’ll never come back.”
“Eh, I wouldn’t worry about it.” Etho let his fishing rod lay across his lap while he worked to unhook the cod he’d caught, letting it vanish into his inventory the moment it was free. The rod disappeared soon after. “I’ve seen how you two are. He’ll be back.”
He got to his feet and brushed off his clothes, not even pausing to give Tango a backward glance as he made his way back toward the underwater entrance to the TIES base.
“Besides,” he said, and Tango could hear the smirk in his voice, “maybe that’ll teach you to ask the next time you want your soulmate to spend the night in enemy territory. For all you know he could’ve been spying on us.”
Tango spluttered, his hair sparking indignantly, but Etho ignored him. He stepped off the shore with a two-fingered salute and vanished below the waves.
Jerk.
Between Etho’s taunting, Scott’s teasing, and whatever Joel and Grian were going to dish out when Jimmy arrived back at Bad Boy Manor, Tango was beginning to wonder if he’d ever get another peaceful minute alone with Jimmy until the game was over. He rolled his eyes and shoved away from the tree he’d been leaning on.
Eh, they’d find the time. They always did.
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(...this was meant to just be a comedy. Where in the everliving FUCK did the fluff at the end come from???)
