I feel like the yume/self ship community is pretty hard if you're not an artist. I see a lot of people get ignored and have a lot less traction if they aren't an artist of some kind. I get that this community isn't about how big your following is or how well known your ship is, but honestly some of y'all make it seem like it is. And it's not fair how many people get ignored for simply not being an artist of some sort or having many commissions. So, shout out to shoutout to yume/self shippers that aren't artists, or don't have any art of their ships, or just have a very small following in general. I see you and I absolutely still care about your relationship(s) regardless of these factors 🫶
Why We All Secretly Hate Theodore Huxley: A Study in Failure
Rant Below
Ladies and gentlemen, today, I stand before you not to inform, not to inspire, but to reaffirm a universal truth that we all know in our bones—Theodore Huxley is a disgrace. He is a mockery of his bloodline, a blight upon the legacy of Sean Young and Conman Games, a character so utterly contemptible that even acknowledging his existence feels like an act of charity. And yet, we do acknowledge him. We grant him attention, precious seconds of our lives that we will never get back.
Why? Why do we waste our breath, our thoughts, our words on this milksop of a character? I suspect the answer lies not in genuine appreciation but in a perverse desire to go against the grain. The same impulse that leads contrarians to pretend Luigi is superior to Mario. We do not love Luigi because he is great—we love him because Mario is better, and we want to be different. The same tragic flaw, the same misguided impulse, compels some among us to pretend Theodore Huxley is worth even a sliver of consideration.
But let us be honest with ourselves. Let us peer into the abyss of truth and say what must be said. If Theodore Huxley were a real person, we would beat him up. Not out of mindless cruelty, not out of some misplaced sense of dominance, but out of a deep, primal need to correct the cosmic mistake that is his existence. And let’s be clear—if he were a child, that would not be a deterrent. If anything, it would make it easier. A small problem is easier to dispose of than a large one.
Now, some of you may think this is too harsh. Some of you may say, “Surely, he is not that bad.” To which I say: Have you read history? Have you studied the great betrayals of our time? Judas Iscariot, who sold out the Son of God for thirty pieces of silver, at least had the decency to feel remorse. Joseph Stalin, architect of purges, famines, and misery beyond comprehension, at least had the competence to rule. But Theodore Huxley? He is a coward. A weakling. A mistake. He is neither competent nor remorseful. He is neither fearsome nor convicted. He is nothing. And it is the nothingness of Theodore Huxley that makes him truly detestable.
Theodore Huxley is not merely a bad character. That would imply he exists in the same league as other poorly written figures, the bland, the forgettable, the misguided attempts at complexity that ultimately fail. No, he is something worse. He is a fundamental betrayal of what it means to be a good character, an affront to storytelling itself. He does not simply fail in execution—he fails in concept. His very presence in any narrative is an admission of defeat, a confession from his creators that they no longer understand what makes a character compelling, memorable, or worth existing in the first place.
Consider for a moment what defines a great character. Strength of will. Purpose. An impact on the world around them, for good or for ill. Characters like Felix, who Theodore so feebly attempts to rival, embody these traits. They have gravity. They pull the story toward them, shaping it in their image. Theodore Huxley does no such thing. He is a void. A non-entity masquerading as a protagonist. He neither drives the story forward nor serves as a satisfying foil to those who do. He is, in every sense of the word, useless.
But his crimes do not end there. His betrayal extends beyond the realm of fiction. Theodore Huxley has, somehow, wormed his way into our reality, contaminating it with his failure. You see, dear listeners, Theodore Huxley is responsible for some of the greatest disasters of our time. His incompetence is not contained within the confines of his fictional prison. No, it has bled into the world we live in, poisoning it in ways we are only beginning to understand.
Let’s start with the Fall of Reach. A tragedy, an unavoidable moment in history that shaped the fate of an entire universe. And yet, if you dig deep into the classified ONI files, you will find one name buried beneath the surface: Theodore Huxley. It was he who lowered the planetary defenses. He who, whether through cowardice, incompetence, or outright malice, allowed the Covenant to land unchallenged. Had it not been for him, Noble Team’s sacrifice might have been avoided. But Theodore Huxley does not merely fail—he ensures that others suffer for his failure.
And what of Duke Nukem Forever? A game that, after years of anticipation, arrived in a state so abysmal that it single-handedly buried a franchise. Was it mere mismanagement? No. It was Theodore Huxley. He whispered into the ears of developers, convincing them to delay, to bloat, to ruin what once was great. His influence seeped into the code itself, corrupting the game at its very core. The tedious level design? Theodore. The lackluster gunplay? Theodore. The jokes that made even the most hardened fans recoil in secondhand embarrassment? Theodore. The game was doomed the moment he became involved.
But perhaps his greatest sin, his most unforgivable act, was his role in the rise of Gacha Gaming. Yes, my friends, Theodore Huxley is the reason you no longer own your games. He is the reason children are drained of their parents' credit cards. He is the reason you have spent thousands of dollars and still do not have the one character you wanted. It was he who introduced the first loot box, he who championed microtransactions, he who ensured that every game would eventually become a slot machine wrapped in the illusion of gameplay. When the history books are written, when future generations look back on this dark era, they will ask: "Who allowed this to happen?" And the answer, whispered through the cracks of a broken world, will be Theodore Huxley.
This is not merely a bad character. This is a mistake made flesh. A betrayal of art, of storytelling, of gaming, of humanity itself. And yet, despite all of this, despite the overwhelming evidence against him, some among us still give him the time of day. They still entertain his existence. And that, my friends, may be the greatest tragedy of all.
Now, as rational individuals, we must entertain the possibility that Theodore Huxley serves a greater purpose. That perhaps, in some cruel, calculated way, his existence is not merely an error but an intentional act of narrative craftsmanship. Maybe—just maybe—Theodore Huxley is not a failure, but a symbol. A metaphor. A deliberate reflection of some grand idea that justifies his presence.
This is the charitable view. The academic approach. A fool’s errand, yes, but one that must be undertaken in the spirit of intellectual integrity. So let us ask: What does Theodore Huxley represent?
One possibility is that Theodore Huxley is an embodiment of failure itself—a cautionary tale, a living monument to mediocrity, designed to remind us of what happens when a character lacks direction, depth, or purpose. Much like Gregor Samsa in The Metamorphosis, a being transformed into something pitiful and grotesque, perhaps Theodore is meant to be endured rather than admired. He is the storytelling equivalent of a cautionary sign on a slippery floor: ugly, intrusive, but necessary.
But even here, the argument collapses. For Gregor Samsa meant something. His transformation had weight. We felt his suffering. Theodore, by contrast, is just there. He does not evoke pity or horror, only frustration. His failure does not illuminate anything about the human condition—it simply clutters the narrative space with its dead weight.
So perhaps he is not a metaphor for failure, but a commentary on banality. A reflection of the everyday, of the mundane, a mirror held up to reality’s most unremarkable aspects. Not every story can be about heroes, after all. Not every character can be a legend. Maybe Theodore Huxley is the ultimate rejection of heroism—the anti-Felix, an argument for the validity of insignificance.
But here, too, the justification crumbles. Because Theodore is not simply boring—he is infuriating. A truly mundane character might fade into the background, unnoticed and unremarkable. Theodore refuses to do even that. He demands attention without deserving it, inserts himself where he is unwelcome, and contributes nothing. He does not elevate the ordinary; he ruins it.
Then there is the nihilistic interpretation. Perhaps Theodore Huxley exists as an admission that nothing matters—that in the end, all our efforts to create meaning are futile. That bad characters exist, that they will continue to exist, and that we must suffer them as we suffer the many injustices of life. This, at least, would be a powerful artistic statement, a grim but honest reflection of the world’s indifference.
But no. Even this cannot justify him. Because a proper nihilistic character—one who embodies meaninglessness—still has an impact. Theodore Huxley, despite all his failings, is not an effective agent of despair. He is not haunting. He does not shake our understanding of existence. He is not anything, and that is the final insult.
So we arrive at the only conclusion possible: Theodore Huxley does not mean anything. He is not a metaphor, not a lesson, not a statement. He is a mistake, nothing more. A black hole in the shape of a character. An artifact of incompetence.
We tried. We gave him the benefit of the doubt. We searched for meaning, for justification, for something—anything—that could defend his presence.
We found nothing.
And perhaps, in a way, that is fitting. Because Theodore Huxley is, and always has been, nothing at all.
We have journeyed deep into the abyss of Theodore Huxley’s existence, examining his failings from every possible angle, and the conclusion remains unchanged: he is irredeemable.
First, we established that Theodore Huxley is not merely a bad character—he is an affront to storytelling. He does not function as a protagonist, an antagonist, a deuteragonist, or even a footnote. He is dead weight, dragging down every scene, every narrative, and every moment he infects with his presence.
Then, we traced his real-world impact, uncovering the truth that many fear to acknowledge: Theodore Huxley has poisoned our history. He was there when Reach fell. He was there when Duke Nukem Forever collapsed under its own weight. He was there at the dawn of gacha gaming, ushering in an era of microtransactions, addiction-driven monetization, and the slow erosion of player ownership. His influence extends beyond fiction—he is a force of destruction woven into reality itself.
Finally, we entertained the last, desperate argument in his favor—that perhaps, through some stroke of genius, he serves a greater artistic purpose. That maybe he is a metaphor, a lesson, a deliberate creation designed to evoke meaning. But even here, Theodore Huxley fails. He is not a meaningful failure, not a thought-provoking void, not even a tragic example of wasted potential. He is simply nothing, a character so devoid of worth that no amount of literary analysis can justify his existence.
And so, we arrive at the inescapable truth: Theodore Huxley should not exist. His presence in any story is a testament to misguided writing, his influence on reality an undeniable curse. There is no defense for him, no higher meaning, no artistic merit. He is a failure in every conceivable way.
Mixed bag- Post contains a mixture of blinkies and userboxes
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(if someone asks for me to, or I just want to, make more of a subject/topic that is already a full pack then I will make (a) continuation post(s))
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“What do those emojis in the posts mean?”
As stated in the intro post we are a system (we use both we/us and I/me interchangeably). These emojis are like ‘tags’ for us to see who made each post. If there is no emoji it just means we don’t know who made a post or that person doesn’t want to be known. Many of our alters will probably contribute to this blog be here are our alter we know will post (this will likely change frequently)
📀- Tyranny (All but she including neos)
🌪️- Celeste (he/him)
🍬- Amber (all)
🦠- Elden (xe/xem)
🗣️🩸🦷- Elliot (All but she/her including neos)
🥞- Enty (it/angel/divine)
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A userbox pack that uses system terms (this system/collective/alter/ect..) with a vampire theme would look like this under those categories:
*System/plural/alter
-This ___ is a vampire! (Pack) [Vampire]
*Vampire
-This ___ is a vampire! (Pack) [System/plural/alter]
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If a post only fits a category partially, they will be put under that category and have a ‘*partial’ to the side of it. If a larger post with the same theme is made those graphics will be taken out of their original posts and moved to the newer one.
Our first set of hand made blinkies made without blinkie cafe! (Part 2/2)
⚠️~Here's a proper warning for flashing lights/colors due to blinkies~⚠️
Blinkies posted after cut
These are best for Simply Plural, Rentry,etc.
1. Immortal
2. Ageless
3. Ageslider
4. Adult
5. Teen
6. Sys-teen
7. Kid
8. Sys-kid
~These are free to use, credit not needed but greatly appreciated~
~If you would like any of these recolored just let us know and we'll gladly make recolors of them!~
Disclaimer: The divider was found on here, I'm unaware of who made it but if you are or know who made it please let me know so I can give proper credit!
Our first set of hand made blinkies made without blinkie cafe! (Part 1/2)
⚠️~Here's a proper warning for flashing lights/colors due to blinkies~⚠️
Blinkies posted after cut
These are best for Simply Plural, Rentry,etc.
1. Host
2. Co-host
3. Gatekeeper
4. Protector
5. Prosecutor
6. Persecutor
7. Caregiver
8. Little
9. Middle
10. Fictive
11. Factive
12. Songtive
13. Sub-system
14. Pet
15. Sys-pet
16. Trauma holder
17. Anger holder
18. Symptom holder
19. Symptom neutralizer
20. Symptom enjoyer
21. Addiction holder
22. Anxiety holder
23. Depression holder
~These are free to use, credit not needed but greatly appreciated~
~If you would like any of these recolored just let us know and we'll gladly make recolors of them!~
Disclaimer: The divider was found on here, I'm unaware of who made it but if you are or know who made it please let me know so I can give proper credit!
you know what, I should write a blackbright fic in which when real Bobby wakes up from his coma or whatever (classic) and meets Simon for the first time Simon literally grabs his face and feels it (to make sure it's real but in the moment Bobby is just stunned) and from then on Bobby is into him
this would probably be good for like an emotional? angst? moment later but brief comedic moment at first I love my comedy and my emotional moments—hey I already did something similar in another fic didn't I
It’s taken a long while, but it’s finally done! Special interests have collided to bring you: Phoniex Wright: Ace-A-Pony! Time lines are all over the place but ah well! Keep reading for some random headcanons in no particular order! (spoilers for the whole series!)
- Phoniex doesn’t really like flying, as he’s severely acrophobic. Amazingly, he did not break his wings when falling from the bridge, but he has chronic pain in his back and both wings as a result. Even more of a reason not to fly
- Kristoph poses as a blank flank, but an actuality possesses a rather grim cutie mark. He hides it with a concealment spell. However, the truth is revealed by Apollo in the last case of AA4. He is proud of his traditional unicorn heritage. His motives for his crimes are uncertain, with some theorising a desire for greater magical power, or even alicorn ascension. But who knows, maybe he did it for fun.
- General MLP headcanon - all ponies have hearts on the bottom of hooves. Kristoph has a broken heart on his front left hoof
- The Phantom is changeling, and kidnapped the real Fullbright. The true Bobby is eventually rescued after the events of AA5 and tries to recover from his ordeal
- Nahyuta is an alicorn, but was originally a pegasus. He was always planned to ascend to Alicorn status, but the process was done early than originally planned following the actions of his father. It was basically a desperate plea to seperate him further from his father’s image and closer to the Sigatar family
- The Fey Clan are mostly earth ponies, but all the most powerful of them are unicorns. Pearl is the first unicorn born in many generations - one of the reasons why her mother does what she can to get her to the top.
- The Gramaryes are a proud family of traditional unicorns, and are powerful magic users. Apollo is an earth pony like his father, but still posses quite powerful magic
- The Von Karmas are a proud line of pegasi that look down on unicorns and earth ponies. Its rumoured that Manfred wished for alicorn ascension, but no one knows. What was known was that the family hated Edgeworth and his traditional unicorn heritage
- Edgeworth struggles with his identity and heritage. Due to being brought up by pegasi, he knows very little about magical practice, and what he does comes exclusively from studying
- General couple stuff now! Edgeworth and Phoniex are married. Apollo and Klavier are dating long distance with Apollo working in Khura’in. Franziska and Maya are engaged. Athena and Junie are dating.
- Blackquill and Bobby’s relationship is.. complicated. Blackquill and the Phantom were in a relationship of some kind, but after he is unmasked and the original Fullbright is found, Blackquill has a bit of a fucking breakdown fkdjhfkjdh. He and Nahyuta see each other for a while but that doesn’t work out. Him and the real Bobby are helping each other come to terms with what the Phantom did to them
