muchtootired

Not a Minor

[sop-soap]

My interpretation of Miki’s character is that he represents (among other things, of course; nothing in RGU is black and white) society’s obsession with the “purity” of woman.

Content Warning: Mentions of incest and sexual abuse

So, Miki wants to preserve things he finds beautiful, “shining”, but never really goes into what that means. Well, what he found “shining” was his childhood memories of Kozue, before she changed. This change was spurred by the implied sexual abuse of her by their father, which led to her becoming hypersexual and being unable to enjoy the innocent activities of their childhood any longer. In a sense, she was forced to grow up extremely quickly, while Miki stayed trapped in the idealistic version of their childhood. To Miki, her becoming ‘impure’ meant that she was no longer ‘shining’. He’s also shown to be extremely affected by displays of sexuality towards Kozue or Anthy; Touga manipulates Miki through a relationship with Kozue. He loses his second duel when Kozue kisses Anthy. Touga all but outright tells Miki that the only way he can preserve the purity of women is to own them. Miki wants things to remain as they did in his childhood; he wants Kozue to remain as her child self. He also is shown to value femininity in Anthy. These two things reflect the infantilization and feminine ideal that go hand-in-hand with the standards for women’s purity.

This also ties into how he objectifies Anthy and Kozue. Obsession with purity reduces women to objects who's only value is tied to sex. Miki's burgeoning misogyny might not be as blatant as, say, Saionji or Touga's, but it is still very much present and represents, like them, yet another facet of patriarchal control.

[prokopetz]

You'd have so much latitude to mess with people if you were a sorcerously animated skeleton. Space aliens have biology, and robots are least presumably beholden to physics, but skeletons are pure bullshit. Nobody would have the slightest intuition about your whole deal to fall back on, so you could claim it works however you want.

[prokopetz]

[nomsfaultau]

The first time they’d met Philza, it was while they were bickering.

Techno and Tommy had always been bickering in the early days, Tommy insisting they were a super hero duo (not sidekick! I’M not a kid sidekick!) while Techno was adamantly refusing to entertain the notion. Because who wanted to babysit a middle schooler in the middle of a villain attack? He had bad guys to beat up! Er, civilians to rescue!

Techno had been yelling at Tommy to go home in between power blasts (to little success) when suddenly realizing a rando civilian was just wandering around the craters like he wasn’t even noticing the evil bank robbery going on. There were obvious sirens going off and everything! Techno shielded him from a baby robo-minion, and struck gold. “Tommy! You wanna be a hero so bad, then protect this civilian!”

Tommy picked up the whole grown adult easily, cursing a storm as he ran, complaining about having to babysit civilians and how Techno just wanted him out of the way. 

The guy he was carrying tapped him politely on the shoulder. “Perhaps it’s not him doubting your prowess, but because he, as a hero, feels responsibility for your safety as well?”

“But I can’t get hurt! I’m not a baby!”

“Does he know that?” Well…technically they’d only ever spoken in shouts across a battlefield, and mostly Techno trying to convince him to leave. Techno seemed a lot more frazzled in person than all the cool videos of him that made Tommy want to be strong and clever and awesome too. Tommy blinked at the blond civilian. Reconsidered that Techno might not be a condescending jerk, but a worried jerk.

But- they didn’t have time for those conversations in the middle of battle! And Tommy didn’t have time to have a ponder now, either, because the cyborg villain was still attacking. But…maybe it wasn’t a bad idea, to try to follow Techno after and have an actual conversation?

Philza tried not to chuckle as he was harshly admonished for getting in danger by a cute pipsqueak already rushing back into the fray. Trust him; he wasn’t exactly concerned with the danger.

[nomsfaultau]

A second time was coincidence. Or, so Techno convinced himself. A third and fourth time rescuing Philza? Ok weird, but, maybe it’s like when you learn a new word and then hear it everywhere. There were probably loads of civilians the heroes had saved repeatedly, just, Phil stuck out since he was the catalyst of them beginning to properly work together. 

Bumping into him on patrol was unexpected. Normally Techno would just move on, but Tommy lit up upon seeing his favorite rescuee. Techno tried to melt into the shadows, but Phil definitely saw them cause he couldn’t actually patrol at night anymore thanks to Tommy’s bedtime. And Tubbo’s, too, don’t ask Techno how it transpired, as soon as he relented to having a team mate Tommy under went mitosis or something. 

So, Techno was dragged along to talk to Phil, who was innocuously feeding the birds on his lunch break. And, well, superhuman metabolism and puberty were a hell of a combo, so Philza ended up sharing some of his wife’s cooking.

Techno tried to remain vigilant because they were on PATROL cough cough Tommy cough Tubbo cough. Unfortunately Philza was rather funny, and his wife made amazing potato wedges (the third best potato shape) and so time slipped away until Phil startled at the time and had to get back to work. Oh and they had to get back to saving the world from devastation by the black hearted, or whatever. 

Coincidence. All it was. Just a coincidence their patrol started lining up to always swing by when Phil was at lunch so they could chat and steal his ever increasing snacks. 

[nomsfaultau]

They didn’t trust Philza, per se. That was a type of protection, to not drag him into the crosshairs of any villainous schemes. But they struggled to remain distant, and it invited only disaster. 

Tubbo and Ranboo had been walking Phil back to his house, just for safety, when the explosion hit. The fire blossomed, surging for Philza. Ranboo immediately teleported him out, but they were too late, conscious flickering out as the shock force hit. 

And in the inky black, the sudden drift of a voice. A hissed invective and Philza muttering this wasn’t meant to- at Ranboo’s groan and stirring at once the concern in his voice quadrupled. “Hell mate, don’t move you’re losing a lot of blood- that’s it, I got you. Don’t worry, it’s shallow, head wounds just bleed a lot.” 

Ranboo shuddered and curled into Philza’s lap as he gently wiped off the blood, assuring them it would be alright. And then- a sharp inhale. “Oh. Oh you’re a kid kid-“ 

Ranboo’s hands flew to his face, gut plummeting as their fingers found only blood and chilled flesh, their tattered mask hiding nothing. Philza ensnared Ranboo in his arms, and the hyperventilating teen vanished in panic. Philza was left with an armful of smoke. 

It took the heroes days to find Ranboo, eventually discovered hiding in a locked room, dissolving from hysterical tears. Everyone avoided Philza for weeks, since even an ounce of looking into Ranboo’s civilian identity would quickly find everyone else. Any hero activity was strictly regulated by Techno, forced to become subtle or risk retaliation. And yet, no news stories broke out. No sudden spike in villain attacks, either, subdued by how berserk Tubbo went when Ranboo was hurt. Just this overhanging doom that could swallow them at any time, the other shoe never dropping. 

Philza woke up in the middle of the night to find Tubbo ominously looming over him, demanding to know what his deal was and when he was going to hurt Ranboo. Apologizing profusely, Ranboo picked up Tubbo, the short boy’s hooves scrabbling uselessly in the air. 

Yet Philza was overwhelmingly relieved, worried Ranboo had been hurt in the blast and that’s why they completely vanished for weeks. The teen vigilantes blinked at each other as Philza began blubbering over how he thought Ranboo might’ve been fatally injured, and everyone stopped being heroes from fear, and how the whole city would plunge into villainous danger without them. Tubbo swiftly cut him off since Ranboo was a sympathetic crier, but Phil just got more and more confused why he was so on edge. “Don’t you get it!? You could ruin their entire life with this!”

“But- why would I hurt my friend? And wouldn’t that just jeopardize the entire city? I mean- you’re children. Actual children. Goddess I thought you were at least old enough to drive or something but-“

“We are old enough,” Ranboo lied, “I just teleport us everywhere.”

“Who had the right of lane at a four way stop?” Blank stares. “That’s what I thought.”

“It’s not really safe for you, either,” Tubbo muttered. “Getting so cozy with us. Were metas, we can handle danger. You’re just a civilian.” 

“That doesn’t matter. I can help you. I have to. The last thing I’d do is jeopardize your safety. You’re- you’re kids. I don’t hurt kids. I don’t.”

[nomsfaultau]

Things actually got really easy once they had a mentor. Phil was a safety net, someone always looking over their shoulder, who never judged, never pried. Unlike basically every other adult he never belittled their efforts or said they were too young to be fighting. It was safer not having to sneak around his back, meant they got faster medical treatment, quicker advice when the stress got high. Used to be villains felt scary, even if no one would admit it. But Philza taught them to see through the presentation, how to laugh at stupid costumes and make little barbs that dug under the skin of egoist villains. It felt less life and death than it used to, easier to mock some idiot with powers trying to shrink the moon or turn everyone into a chinchilla. Better yet, how to expect a villain begging for mercy was only scheming to stab them in the back, or that fighting dirty was good when saving civilians. He was an amazing guy in a chair, the first to know when a plot was going down, loading them up with information on weapons and previous schemes the villain tried. With his tips they even got injured less, and it was easier to hide identities without constantly needing to explain small bruises and scratches. 

Tommy reckoned he was a retired hero. Super duper old, so no one remembered his previous persona. Niki argued he must be a vigilante, since he had lots of tips avoiding grouchy cops. Techno retorted it was none of their business. Philza never pried into their identities unlike everyone else, and so none of them would dare cross that mutual agreement. 

It just felt safer now they had Phil, and they weren’t going to risk it for the world. Plus having someone who could drive them to battles was convenient. 

At least, until the fateful day a battle went wrong. Like, really wrong. 

Philza’s head jerked up at the familiar pop of Ranboo’s teleportation into the base. Back early- had the villains really been so simple to defeat? Pride surged in his chest. His kids were getting so strong. 

He launched into a run at the first shriek for help. Philza found a concussed Ranboo unconscious in Niki’s bruised arms. She barely help back tears, hysterically babbling about the villains they’d foolishly taken on too soon. Philza’s heart flooded with ice as he got them into the medical room, trying to assure them they were safe now. 

Techno limped in next, carrying a blood soaked Tommy who couldn’t stop crying. And Tubbo- Tubbo never got back. A shaken Techno explained in whispers that the boy had been kidnapped for his technological prowess and the villains gloated about forcing him to build mass death weapons. Not even inators. All the excitement and whimsey stripped bare into something ugly and terrifying. No matter how much Techno’s quiet words choked and faded into aching air, Tommy only cried harder at the mention of his stolen friend. 

“I’ll get him back,” Philza said grimly. “Code Blackout. No signals, no leaving. You will be safe here.” 

The heroes blanched with fear, flashes off of the brutal battle blurring in their hearts. Techno caught the edge of his coat. “You can’t, you’ll die!”

“I’ll get him back.” 

The door locked from both sides as Philza shut them out. And then only quiet, fearful waiting. Hours drawing out with no knowledge beyond the base walls for fear of attracting attention. 

And then Philza returned carrying a blacked out Tubbo. Everyone was safe once more. 

It took a week for everyone to heal. Long nights nervously watching over Philza’s shoulder as he stitched up wounds and gently stroked through sweaty hair. 

And then it took a week for everyone to get antsy. Technoblade adamant they had to storm out and get revenge, Niki worried the city was unprotected without them, Tubbo desperate to not look weak and scared from the encounter. Yet Philza was so, so scared, begging them to stay where it was safe. 

It worked, for awhile. The kids were incredibly rattled by the violent escalation of their previously minor skirmishes. And it felt safer with Philza. 

But teen heroes are unruly bunches, eventually uncontent to remain stationary. And Philza’s excuses to keep them run them, beyond his quiet grief and wish to keep an eye on them at all times. When they finally open the door, it’s not hard to find their way to the villain base that kidnapped Tubbo.

Because a canyon was carved through the city to get to him. 

……..

Or, supervillain Philza infiltrated a young hero group to weaponize against his rivals, got a little too attached, and didn’t handle someone violating his order to treat the heroes with kids gloves very well :)

[frankieeex3]

Arkco as utenanthy!!

[poolboydivision]

what if your girlfriend was a car

4x6"

[parkchanwoohoo]

Every time someone says "ingredients" I say "ingredience" in response and then I realize I just sound like I repeated them because it sounds the fucking same out loud

[love-alheli]

me when i say inch resting

[our-queer-experience]

guys i want a beard like his so bad

[dankoneversl33b]

finally drew something after a while. didn't touch the references because still to rusty so chose to scribble something different

so, first drafts for esther's paramemor siblings, and redesign of au esther where she did not live with her father and as a result is mentally unscathed. if this woman was healthy she would not be skinny a bit, she would be chubby (canon esther is malnourished)

[dankoneversl33b]

little funfacts

finally picking other than iron-based blood for memors, here specifically for spinel -her blood is green, colored by chromium, and for cuprospinel - his blood is colored by copper so blue. (memor's (and by extension paramemor's) blood pigmentation is just it, it doesn't affect the function or whatever)

all paramemors are exclusively female

where as memors became monoecious to ensure their numbers, paramemors developed parasitic means of reproduction by inserting the underdeveloped eggcells into memors, avoiding pregnancy entirely

esther's father, as the only paramemor on earth from kepler was repopulating basically, so esther has siblings she did not know about untill certain point.

[dankoneversl33b]

some very quick clothes drafts and more trivia

in early years when humans were still around, paramemors were a possible answer to getting rid of memor's bodies, as not only they were brood parasites but also predators. they predominantly had a diet comprised of smaller animals on kepler, memors included, so their digestive system is structured to disolve silica-based tissues n proteins and extract energy directly from the body. and until humans left, majority of esther's siblings were relegated to morgues to eat cadavers, research and other ungodly things, but after humans were gone, some of them formed kind of secret support group for paramemors and got better. also some of them became pharmacologists (like two goobers above) to try and discover substitute to energy compound and proteins to not rely on memor cadavers for the rest of their life, helpful not only for paramemors but memors in general.

[molabuddy]

i like w,hen ......... theres a Big scaresy fantasies beast ok .... and then the big beast has a litter of babies,,,., and the babeis are veryvery small . ok

[molabuddy]

do u understand ...

[ntls-24722]

YEAAAS!!!!!!!!!!!

[molabuddy]

i couldn't stop thinking about this addition..

[grouphug33]

Eva and Grace’s dynamic is so important to me. They’re in love platonically. Like, that’s not a common dynamic. She put the way he likes his coffee into the ship’s computer. He follows her around like a puppy. In the book, she cracks jokes with him and him only. She cares about his opinion. He was the only one she asked about the coma gene, wondering if it was worth it.

He’s her best friend, and she doesn’t even know it. They’re so close, that in the book, people think they’re sleeping together, and poor Grace is so confused because he thought that was his platonic work wife, wdym people think we’re sleeping together, that’s my person that I crack jokes with and then she glares at me because they’re not funny.

She’s softer with him than anybody else and is only ever vulnerable around him. We see in the movie, he’s the only one who ever gets her to smile, and sometimes even laugh, and then she serenades all of them, but mainly him, and he stares at her with those big, shiny eyes so lovingly, and she points at him when she sings, “everything’s gonna be alright”, and then she gives him those eyes, so loving.

And then she’s trying to stop herself from crying when she’s sending him away because, against her will, he’s become her person, and somewhere along the way, she’s become his, and they will have forever ended this relationship on bad terms, and nothing can fix that.

It’s a platonic tragedy. It’s a platonic love story. This is something we don’t get often, or, like, ever, and it’s deep and it’s tragic and it’s sad.

But even after, Eva’s still taking care of him. Packing clothes she knew would bring him comfort. Programming the ship to know how he likes his coffee. And Grace is still watching out for her, speaking to her directly in his video logs, with that same lopsided smile he used to throw her way.

He uses Rocky’s sign for goodbye, and she uses it back, and how did this book and movie give us such a deep platonic friendship because, guys, this NEVER HAPPENS.

Eva and Grace, the platonic male/female friendship of all time.

[lamaery]

I have not posted this one here? How have I not posted this one here, yet? I posted it during inktober last year on instagram but shamefully not here, it seems. Ah, well... it fits pride month. Hooray to all you bisexuals (and aces, because we know how Kal is...) out there! Sandra has something for you, too!

Young, handsome people on a daring mission. Will they find their way through a besieged city and a dark strange world (and into each other‘s heart)?

We lovingly refer to October 10th as „Shakadolin Day,“ as it’s the six-year anniversary of Brandon tweeting „I could see a world where Shallan and Adolin would go for it, but Kaladin is as prudish as I am, so I doubt you’d persuade him. 🙂 For now, we’ll have to leave that to the imaginations of the fanfic writers.“ 

Prompting many to ask „Wait, is this confirmation that Adolin is Bi?,“ „So Kaladin’s obstacle is his prudishness, not his orientation?,“ and „What do you mean ‚for now‘???“

And in Sandra’s series being prudish is just a challenge not an obstacle 😉

Cheers to all of you! And extra cheers as always to the amazing @priscellie who created the beautiful cover mock up with my illustration 🩷🩷🩷 ID by the wonderful @cosmereplay with additions by me

[prokopetz]

Inadvisable tabletop RPG jam premise #137: Game jam where each entry consists solely of paratextual discussion of the mechanics of a hypothetical or invented RPG; examples include an errata document, a developer Q&A, or a forum thread debating the correct interpretation of a particular rule.

[prokopetz]

@shoutyourporpoise replied:

I could SWEAR you’ve made this post before, or perhaps this is such a characteristically “you” concept that I already imagined a world in which you had

I don't think so, no. I did once (unintentionally) curate a game jam about writing supplements for invented or hypothetical games, the product of which you can find here, but this is a different thing.

[sexygaywizard]

Things are happening on reddit

[candlesear]

[kimiko24]

I fucking love this video

[6kuros]

my little queer friend group

[6kuros]

ppl saying which pony they are or that theyre reminded of ppl they know by these makes me very smile

[shiverandqueeef]

how measurements work in canada (ie/ badly)

[your-dads-filing-cabinet]

@/teaboot

[teaboot]

This isn't even a joke it's just what we do

[homunculus-argument]

Finnish folk poetry is fun in the way where making alliterations is more important than making things rhyme, or keeping details consistent. As a matter of fact, describing the same thing in two different or even contradicting details is occasionally just a way of stating that the exact detail of how and what it was doesn't matter, the mutual overlap between the two statements is the main point. Like if a poem describes the same event twice

A swan of golden feathers rose from a lake A silver-backed wigeon waded from the river Ate trees, ate stone, ate beasts of the woods Drank dry the wells and swamps, drank the sap from trees

It's not specifically about a swan or wigeon, nor one of each, and neither is the colour of the feathers specifically important. It doesn't matter whether it burst out of the water like a jumping fish, or waded out like a person - nor whether it was a lake or a river. And the list of things that it ate or would drink isn't specific or exclusive. All that this segment is saying is

"A waterfowl (of some kind) with splendid, supernaturally brilliant plumage, emerged from a natural body of water (of some kind), and devoured the entire goddamn physical world. The whole thing."