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This is a concept on Tenna and his perception of things he doesn't wanna think about.
So first. Let me just put up some in-game stuff that inspired this concept before actually presenting it.
(For context on the gif check out this post explaining how it's probably covering up Spamton's presence in the Intro VHS/Feature presentation)
These are the most potent examples of Tenna censoring stuff he doesn't wanna think about.
So! My concept is just taking it a bit further.
Basically, Tenna unconciously visually censors certain people, to keep himself in an emotionally favorable reality and to not have to process certain facts.
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Let's start with Mike.
That's why he can't tell the Mikes apart, because he doesn't see their appearances at all. They're all just [box]. Because the fact that the original Mike also became more distant towards him (green pippins testemony of it most often being them or Tenna) after he already "got abandoned" by his business partner*, would be too much for him to process.
*(I think he knows Spamton didn't leave of his own accord ("But when he picked it up, his face turned pale...") and it probably had something to do with signing the contract, just because of the timing of it all. He just repress it, consciously represses it. The visual censorship is a more unconscious denial of facts.)
Mike is also already known as not being someone who shows himself to people, so Tenna can just logic his way out of why Mike is being censored. Mike wants to stay anonymous. He reasons it's censorship for anonymity reasons!
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Then onto Spamton.
(This formatting sucks. Please click on my sketch to actually see the full pic, with the subtitles that give context toward the timeline of events.)
This censoring process, that's what's happening in his freakout when seeing Spamton in the pipis scene. He recognizes him. He tries to process this, but because of surrounding circumstances he's already too emotionally strained to be able to actually deal with that fact. So he unconsciously censors him, blocking out the fact that he recognized Spamton, "making him unrecognizable".
For Spam, Tenna reasons that this creature is being censored because it looks grotesque enough to not be TV friendly. He thinks its censorship for viewer discretion!
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But yeah. That's it.
And like, this is not actually a headcanon? Cuz it's not canon in my head. It's just very "wouldn't it be interesting and thematically appropriate if this was the case?". More of a "what if?" than headcanon but, it's fitting?
He already has parental locks and references "the censors" several times, censors the game by rom-hacking it and the previously presented cases of him visually censoring Spamton. Just more expansion on that theme of Tenna's!
Also yes. I did draw all of the peeps beneath the squares. Gotta make sure anatomy and pose is okay. Here you go!
The Ishigamis and The Gifts of Science
Dr. Stone is a love letter to humanity and its sciences. The main character, Senku, often acts averse to all forms of affection, and the only love he doesn't deny is his love for science. But Senku is so so full of love. He just expresses it in a way other than physical touch or words of affirmation. He gives.
But let's go back to the one who taught him so– Byakuya Ishigami, his father. The love of Senku's life.
drawing maomao's 3-in-1 girlfriend just to get it out of my system and i'm genuinely obsessed w loulan's insect jewellery.
like they're not explicitly insects on their own, but they're arranged in ways that evoke insects--feathers clustered like dragonfly wings, gems inset one above the other like a head, thorax and abdomen, hair sticks bristling in twos and threes like legs. whether it's intentional or not, it is so dear to me to think of this as shisui's one small indulgence when she's smothering the rest of herself in loulan's heavy make-up and heavier robes. and it is fun to think of how somebody might have connected the dots earlier than intended just by making the leap from "new girl who likes bugs" to "concubine whose accessories kinda look like bugs"
lets put them in a hydraulic press!
Sonic A Christmas Carol- The Ghost of Christmas Past, Present, and Future
Sooooo I was watching Barbie in a Christmas Carol for the first time and ... well
Look there were three ghost and I'm like omg SHADOW, SONIC, AND SILVER WOULD FIT THE ROLES of the 3 ghost Perfectly you know with them representing past, present, and future
Anyways I went on a bit of research after words not much but enough to get an idea of outfits
My friend in irl asked for Silver with his hood on so I delivered
A flambert magic au I've been pondering: Robert pt 1
It took a while for Robert to catch on, the change gradual enough that it took a while for anyone, let alone Robert at 7 years old, to figure out something within his dad had become fundamentally twisted. It took even longer for Robert to connect that to the night his dad had come home with the Astral Pulse. He still remembered the night his dad came home with the Astral Pulse with almost startling clarity. “Look at the future.” Robbie had breathed out, showing Robert the glowing tube in his hands, “Do you see it?”
He had remembered agreeing after a brief moment of hesitation, something about the way he had looked or asked the question unnerving him. Still, Robert was impressed with the innovative energy source he had been overhearing bits and pieces about, the “star trapped in a bottle” as he heard Elliott jokingly describe it as. It wasn’t until later that Robert came to understand that his dad had been very literal about his question.
Since that night, Robbie began to go out even more as Mecha Man, and the news had praised how fast the Brave Brigade’s response time was becoming, almost as if they could predict where the next disaster would pop up. Robbie spent less and less time at home, less and less time with Robert. And Robert would’ve understood, his dad was a hero and there was always some sort of crime and danger lurking around the city, if it weren’t for how his dad started treating him differently than before.
Gone was the silent pride and caring glances, now replaced with an almost hollow gaze that seemed to see past Robert, and a cold indifference to Robert’s life outside of what could help him become Mecha Man in the future. The small amount of time Robbie had once always set aside to spend with Robert had dwindled to nothing, his dad instead spending his time in his lab. Robert used to think his dad was simply more focused on fixing and improving the mecha, but he had snuck his way into his dad’s lab one night, and that definitely wasn’t what was happening.
The man was sitting at his desk, hunched over with the Astral Pulse clutched within one hand, staring at it with a dazed sort of intensity. In his other hand was a pen, writing with furious motions on a nearby notepad. Robert had snuck back to his room, having decided that maybe his dad was trying to better understand the Astral Pulse. But that too, seemed incorrect, since every time Robert snuck down to his dad’s lab he would see the man in the same exact scenario as before. Never once did Robert ever see Robbie work on the mecha at his lab at home, only ever during the rare times Robbie allowed Robert into the Brave Brigade base.
What really caused Robert to realize his dad wasn’t his dad anymore was the barbeque after he turned 8. The brief worried look in his dad’s eyes when he saw Robert with a bleeding ear and a clearly dislocated shoulder had almost given the kid him hope that maybe his dad was back to normal now. His hope was blown to dust when the worried look quickly gave way to the callous gaze his dad now had towards him more frequently than not. “Get up.” cemented itself in Robert’s memories as the first time he lost his dad.