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just-antithings · 4 months

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Fictional characters are to antis what "the unborn" are to pro-lifers.

Fictional characters, like the fetus, are the epitome of everything good the anti/pro-lifers wants to demonstrate on their crusade. They're uncomplicated. They're abstract. They are exactly what the arguer thinks they are in that moment. They will never disagree with the arguer and never make demands of their own.

Pro-lifers rarely help born people, and in fact gleefully call for the deaths of born people, because born people make demands, and have their own free wills, and sometimes make mistakes. The unborn will always be a perfect being, a tragedy, a what could have been; "what if the baby you aborted could have cured cancer?"

Antis rarely care for real people, and in fact often gleefully abuse them for disagreeing with their stances, because real people make demands, have their own free wills, and sometimes make mistakes. Fictional characters will always be perfect, and a tragedy, and a what-if; "what if the fictional character knew you shipped them with a literal child?"

Fictional characters are a way for antis to "care" about abuse/rape without actually confronting the reality that abuse survivors, as with anyone else, are messy people who have flaws and don't agree on any one issue. Just as fetuses are a way for pro-lifers to control the abortion debate with an image that is solely about shallow, unearned pathos, and never about the beings that currently occupy this world.

Both are the weak attempts of a person who likes the IDEA of doing/being good, but not the actual work that goes into making the world a better place. You can see it in how they react to anyone who disagrees with them with unrestrained vitriol and hatred. It isn't about "protecting life" or "protecting abuse/rape victims", but about being SEEN as someone who wants to protect life or protect rape/abuse victims.

Sorry for the long ask but I had this thought a while ago and wanted to share it.

Oh yeah they’re very similar mindsets

#mod erin #ask #just anti things #just asshole things #abortion mention #rape mention #abuse mention #cancer mention #death wishes mention

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ef-1 · 25 days

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I remembered in 2021 (?) you posted a video of Daniel breaking down in the cool down room otw to the podium a couple of days after Jules' death and I thought "that's sad, the drivers were really impacted". But my moot on twitter is posting about Jules and she shared that Jules and Daniel lived together and how Jules helped Daniel settle in Europe when he felt so Alone ☹️ do you still have it by any chance?

yeah :( Hungary 2015 he broke down and Charlie Whiting (Race director) and a couple of people from the FIA really freaked out, I think they thought he was gonna collapse or had a health related thing. + he was also uncharacteristically withdrawn on the podium :(

#reminder that these are real people. and if you post about wishing they crash for your daily dose of internet attention-#you literally deserve a fully wound backhand to the mouth #f1 #daniel ricciardo #jules bianchi #death mention

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thebad-lydrawn-sanses · 2 months

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Okay wait so dream had a vision of the future kinda like what shattered dream had and tried to change the future is that what happened?

Dream: my eyelights Nightmare: the villagers are giving us a lot of stuff. it's nice. Dream: my eyelights. Nightmare: i like your new eyelights. Dream: please keep yours. Nightmare: …I'll try?

Villager: Dream, I need to talk to you. Dream: oh! is this about your dislike of my brother or your house burning down? i heard about it. that must've really sucked :) busy lately? Villager: uh- yeah. My sister was terribly injured in the fire, so we need apples for her recovery.

Villager: my mommy told me to give you this Dream: thank you, Charlie. tell your mom i said hi. Villager: it's a pie. Dream: thank you. Villager: she says your brother is a bad person and should be executed. i think i agree, 'cuz he's really scary. Dream: he's really nice. you should be nice to him. Villager: oh. okay! he's still really scary though.

Prophecy Nightmare: HEY. Dream: AAAAAA-

Villagers: "Are you okay?" "Dream, can I get an apple?" "Are you okay?" "Are you okay?" "Are you okay?" "Can I have an apple?" "Are you okay?" "Are you okay?"

Nightmare: are you gonna sleep tonight? Dream: no Nightmare: did i- do something wrong-? Dream: no Nightmare: are you okay? Dream: no Dream: yes

Prophecy Nightmare: LYING TO YOUR BRO? COLD. Dream: god damn it

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russenoire · 1 year

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that scene in season 1 where teruki hanazawa exorcises ekubo mid-sentence... and shigeo's eyes widen in shock?

i really want to talk about it, specifically the explosion meter accompanying it.

normally, when the teenager's emotions aren't obvious to the audience, that meter relays to us a sense of what he is actually feeling. but we cannot trust the meter here. we see it jump up a few points at teru's 'psycho wave' sending the sleazy ghost to the shadow realms, and remain steady at 50% upon shigeo's recollections of the spirit's unsavory nature. the boy outright tells teru that he isn't bothered. and it's funny!

but shigeo isn't being honest with himself here either.

his face briefly gives his feelings away before resettling into its normal flat affect. (to be fair, what he's really feeling isn't teru's business. this kid is trying to provoke a fight out of him, after all.) after he's basically tortured into exploding, shigeo spends three hours in the pouring rain, searching everywhere for ekubo.

three. hours.

these are not the actions of someone who isn't bothered. letting himself get drenched to the point of sickness,

even though he literally holds the power to shield himself from it,

reads to me like unconscious self-punishment for allowing all this to happen.

after a large chunk of his short life spent denying and fearing them for good reason, shigeo's first impulse is often not to use his psychic powers -- even after his integration at the story's end. i wish this was discussed more, because many watchers cannot fathom why this boy with world-breaking psychic abilities would ever refuse to use them.

also: the explosion meter lying to us / representing shigeo's detachment from his own emotions alexithymia may occur elsewhere in the series as well, especially when he's not close to an explosion; i'm reminded of the tiny dent ritsu's provocation of him makes in it a few episodes later.

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clonerightsagenda · 7 months

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Appreciate that while Lucy Carlyle is a female character with empathy as a superpower she is not the team mom propping everyone up with emotional support. Her normal social development got diverted at age 8 and she has the emotional intelligence of a rock. She thought a glamorous 18 year old lesbian was moving in on her burning the candle at both ends 15 year old sadboy crush. Also she attributes all the physical symptoms of that crush to indigestion. She doesn't ever give The Big Speech but she does end 3 out of 5 books by killing a CEO.

#a ghost stuck in a jar: lockwood has a death wish #lucy LITERALLY the team empath. which is why she was hired: nuh uh #the ghost (has a life wish): yeah huh #uses her superpower ghost empathy in book one to kill a CEO and does not stop there... what a woman #the titans of industry tremble before her #sidenote is there like. any government. the queen was never mentioned #I hope a ghost came out of her purloined crown jewels and ate her #perpetual perpetual ladies night #lockwood and co

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captainhysunstuff · 9 months

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16 more images below the cut (content warning for a non-graphic implication of execution by electric chair):

Part 2 of their date. Light and L visit a small gallery hosting an "L vs. Kira" exhibit (which may indeed have been a planned activity on Light's part). They have varying levels of fun.

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#drawn by me #my fancomic #The Chain #lawlight #Death Note #Light Yagami #L #date #art gallery #tw: execution mention #Kira vs. L #critiquing #henh forgive the long update gap again #some images are a bit wonky but I wanted to get this out before the end of the year at least =__=#could've pushed to make more varied art styles but again: timeliness lol #I got pretty good at drawing that gothic font L #I didn't include the Anti-Kira piece because I couldn't think of anything funny enough lol. it's very insulting I'm sure~#the Japanese Death Note live action movie actually does have Light go on an art gallery date so I'm not original in the slightest~#I may have remembered that halfway through drawing this though lol #I will say that the next installment will be a bit... saucy. I'm gonna try anyways. Wish me luck!

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juniperleafdelivery · 2 months

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#my art #trans #side note: following tags are a pretty long thought dump #ugh okay i'm going to be honest #i didn't know anything about predstrogen until she was banned and many people started talking about her #also looked through photomatt's blog very briefly #to me he sounds callous- if that's the right word. he just didn't seem to care about what happened to predstrogen prior to her being banned #also? car with hammers that explodes multiple times feels far from being a serious death threat to me #yes predstrogen explicitly mentioned death wishes #but i don't know. what she said is more cartoonish than serious #also something i noticed from photomatt: where is the evidence that predstrogen threatened other users?#i haven't been looking into all this that deeply #but that photomatt stating that as part of the reason for predstrogen's ban and then not elaborating is. weird. for lack of better words #on a slightly different note: i love tumblr and how i can be my silly queer self and nobody cares #but if we don't stand up for each other — especially those who are constant targets for harrassment and other crappy things #tumblr will eventually die or bear no resemblance to the site i enjoy so much #maybe i'm privileged! being a trans masc guy #or maybe i'm ignorant #but i guess i have a tendency to say a lot. and i hate staying silent when i have the opportunity to speak out #so i'm going to scream #and i hope y'all are going to speak in support of trans women too

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estrogenism · 5 months

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idk i wish people would talk more about papua when it comes to occupied nations.

free papua.

#we exist too. our villages are getting bombed. we get thrown in prisons for no reason. we're not allowed to fly our flag.#and the whole world ignores it because the grasberg mine is there and they care more about gold than they do about human lives.#and like. we've been begging people to acknowledge our genocide but nobody fucking listens #the death toll is estimated to be around 100k to 300k and still we get ignored #nobody fucking cares about us. i wonder if they'd care if our skin was lighter.#it makes me so fucking sick to think that we're dying and we still never get mentioned in discussions of occupied nations #and the un is so fucking useless when it comes to the conflict. they make half-assed attempts for brownie points if at all.#then they go back to letting the indonesian military bomb our homes.#i wish i could go home but i don't think i ever will be able to when it's been 50+ years of genocide and people still ignore us.#genocide cw

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whumpshaped · 6 months

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I just wanna see Beck turned into Helle’s ‘adoring lil’ vampire servant’…

ok this is finally the twin piece i was talking abt in the notes of this one

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tw vampire whumper, mind control, conditioned whumpee, conditioning, manipulation, talk of death, wishing for death (to be turned)

Beck couldn't think about much else anymore. Every time Helle bit him, he secretly hoped they wouldn't stop. That they'd drink until he had no blood left to give. That they wouldn't just stake and ditch him afterwards, but instead let him become a vampire, their vampire, so he could be with them forever.

He'd never asked, though. He was too scared of seeming greedy and ungrateful. He'd heard Helle talk about killing their sire, how that was a fairly common thing among vampires, how sired turned on their masters after enduring years of torment.

But Helle wouldn't torture him like that. He would have no reason to hold a grudge.

He whined a little when Helle pulled away, already missing the sharp pain of fangs in his abused neck. "No more?" he asked sheepishly.

"I have already taken more than I probably should have, dear." Helle pushed themself up and got off the bed, leaving him with an ache in his heart he couldn't ignore.

"But you could take more," he offered, the tinge of desperation in his voice barely masked. He sat up, giving Helle his best pleading look. "If you wanted. You, you could... you could take all of it."

Helle raised an eyebrow, looking quite amused by his pathetic act. "I could," they said simply.

"Do you... do you want to?" The area around the fresh bite was still throbbing with pain, yet here he was, inviting more. Inviting more than just pain, even. Inviting death. "I would be good for you, Master," he added, hoping to convince them of his unwavering loyalty that would surely carry on into the afterlife. Or the afterdeath.

"Is that what you want? To be forever good for me, until I decide I have had enough and stake you for the sin of being boring?" This description sounded a little more heartless than the image in his head. It made him reconsider, momentarily, but then he slowly nodded.

"I want to be yours. That's all I want."

Helle walked back over to the bed, and he crawled towards the edge of it, kneeling before them. They cupped his face in their hands, studying his features with a sort of bittersweet smile. "I bet it is," they murmured. "You would be so happy to die for me."

He couldn't just nod while being held like that, nor did he want to reduce his enthusiasm to such a small gesture. But speaking when he was close to them, so close to getting his wish granted, proved to be quite the challenge. He could barely find the words he had uttered so many times before. "Yes, Master." He sounded positively reverent. Good. He felt like it, too.

"You do realise that I would be forced to take another thrall, then, yes? Another pretty thing to drink from."

Beck would've lied if he'd said that didn't sting. He could barely take the nights on which Helle decided to go out and hunt like normal, as if they didn't have an eager little bloodbag at home. "I... I do."

The vampire gave him a smug smile, and Beck knew he was going to be further interrogated on that point. He could already feel the compulsion to vent all his frustration flare up in his chest, Helle's magic drawing it closer and closer to his lips. "How does it make you feel?"

"Hurt," he blurted out. "Jealous. I, I'd like to be your only source of food. And... and I wouldn't be feeding you at all, if... if you turned me. Is it selfish of me? To want to be yours forever and still find it so frustrating that I won't be the only one?" A stray tear trickled down his face, followed by many more as he fully processed what this would mean for him. He had never seen Helle with another vampire. They had even said they didn't have any interest in siring any. "B-but if you don't turn me, then I... I'll just die, eventually. I don't want to– I don't want to die and be apart from you. I'd do anything... I'd rather see you take a thousand more bloodbags over the course of a thousand more years than to die so selfishly. I want to serve you. Whatever that entails."

They leaned down to kiss away a tear, one of their hands sliding from his cheek to his neck, where the freshest marks were. "There would be no more venom. No more magic. I cannot charm another vampire."

"You don't need to," he whispered.

"Is that so?" Their smile turned more bitter than sweet this time, and Beck couldn't have pinpointed why.

"D-do you... not believe me?" he asked carefully, his heart breaking at the notion.

"No, I do. I certainly do." They kissed him on the forehead and let go, and Beck resisted the urge to grab onto their shirt and try to pull them back. He wanted to beg more. He wanted to plead his case and make them see that he could be good, he could be just as fun as a vampire as he was as a human. But in reality, he knew that wasn't the case. "We shall continue this conversation later."

He felt like a kicked puppy. He probably looked like one as well. But he knew what was expected of him, and he wouldn't have dared deviate. "As you wish, Master."

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#at my beck and call #whump #whump writing #helle #beckett #vampire whumper #mind control #conditioned whumpee #conditioning #manipulation #death mention #death wish

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this-world-of-beautiful-monsters · 4 months

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prompt: spider takes the bullet, not neteyam. quaritch will do anything to get his son back, anything. he'll even work with augustine's recom.

(warnings for discussions of past torture and character death, although really an astonishingly gen ending to this magnificent journey)

ao3

"They won't help you," he says. "You know that, right?"

Augustine stares at him, face studiously blank the way it used to get during long board meetings. He can see her tail twitching, though, ears flickering like she's trying to ward off a nonexistent fly.

Behind her, farther down the bloodstained rock, Mo'at'ite hisses, knuckles white around her bow (that bow, that fuckingbow, but Quaritch won't look at it, anymore than he'll look at the body at Augustine's feet). She and Sully both have their weapons drawn, but Quaritch isn't the slow target he was in the AMP anymore and Augustine's standing tall, fucking up their sightlines.

"Kiri," Sully says, voice taut. "You gotta get out of the way, babygirl--"

Quaritch barks a laugh, the ragged kind that comes when you're teetering on the edge of hysteria. "Babygirl? You shitting me?" He shakes his head. "Come the fuck on, doc. The Augustine I know would've put out her cigarette on any man who tried that shit with her."

"She isn't Grace," Sully says hoarsely. "Kiri, stand down now. That's an order."

Quaritch doesn't even dignify that shit with a response, just rolls his eyes (easier to avoid looking at the ground, at the body). Augustine doesn't seem particularly moved either, her fingers flexing as she adjusts her stance.

She could kill him, Quaritch knows, without any help from her so-called mommy and daddy. He can feel the power crackling in the air around her, buzzing around her fists, blood-metallic on his tongue. It makes his kuru ache, same way it had in the woods--back then, he'd been too focused on Spider Spider Spider to really pay attention.

He knows better, now. He'd seen what she'd done to Lyle after Sully's voice has crackled over the line, sharp and cold and still shaking ever so slightly: your boy's dead, one of your dumb fucking grunts shot him. Let my daughters go, or you're next. Sully's always been a shit liar, but it was the panicked look at Lyle's face that made it impossible to deny.

Fucking Lyle. He's lucky the way Augustine turned his brain to slurry when she did, before Quaritch could get his hands on him. Lucky he doesn't have to fucking stand here and not look at the thing on the ground, the thing, the body--

"You think they'll even let you bury him?" he asks. "The locals won't stand to have this shit in their holy grounds--they'll probably give him back to Spellman so he can get dumped in a fucking crematorium. You'll never see your Monkey Boy again."

The pipsqueak with the eyebrows, tail lashing. "Don't you talk to her--" he growls, but Augustine cuts him off.

"I'll never see him either way." Her voice is hoarse--Quaritch remembers the way she screamed on the ship, like something had been torn loose in her and would never be put right. He knows that feeling.

"Kiri," the older boy says, the one Lyle had screamed something about trying to shoot instead as his blood ran out of his eyes. "Kir, please, come on--"

"We've got his memories," Quaritch cuts him off fast, can't let her get swayed by her fake family now. "At Bridgehead, we--we scanned them. Got a copy." If they're still there; they better be still there. The kid had thrown a shitfit in the scanner like every time before, but he'd still gone into the revamped Soul Drive with the rest of them.

"You hurt him." There's blood dripping from the tips of her fingers; he wonders if Sully and the rest have realized it's not hers.

"I did," Quaritch admits, because he doesn't have any time to fuck around. "Whatever you want to call me, whatever I've done, you're right. But I want him back, you understand? I mean it, you know I do."

She does. He can feel this fucking eyes of hers burn into him, bright with whatever wacky upgrades she got from her own trip through the other side, flaying him deeply enough she can see Spider Socorro's name written on her heart, same way it's written on hers. Kid's always had that fucking way about him.

"I want him back and none of these assholes will help, none of them could if they fucking wanted to, but I can." Quaritch takes a step forward and the Sullys tense, knuckles white on their weapons. "And you--you've got the know-how, you're the egghead I need in my corner. You brought yourself back, didn't you?"

"She didn't--" Sully whines.

"Didn't she?" Quaritch doesn't bother looking at him, keeps his eyes firmly on Augustine as he holds out a hand. She looks at it, then at him, those little flashy lights twinkling across her skin like she's rebooting. Remembering.

"I offered you a chance to make amends and work on this moon together, once." She knows what he's talking about, he can see it. "You told me to go stick my dick in a woodchipper, and you were right. But I don't care about that anymore, I don't give a fuck about this stupid mudball we're on or the stupid mud ball we're from, I just want my son."

His gaze flicks to her family, just for a second, then back to her. "They don't see anything about you except the meatsuit, same way those RDA pukes did with me. And they don't see anything about--" His breath catches, twists, "him, except that he's a big fucking mistake, and they'll do everything they can to forget he ever existed."

Silence. Her jaw works and he wonders if she wishes she had a cigarette right now--seeing her without one feels more jarring than the baby face or the blue skin.

"Kiri," the little girl whines, reaching out before the Metkayina girl carefully tugs her back. "Kiri, please."

Augustine's hair rustles with a wind that doesn't exist and her fists curls tight at her side, fingers trembling. Quaritch wonders if she's going to burn him like she burned Lyle, or maybe just call up something big and toothy to rip him apart.

And she might have, if Sully hadn't decided to lunge across the island in a few big, stupid strides, clapping his hand down her shoulder. "Kiri," he gasps, tugging her back. "Come on--"

Her eyes flare (panic anger fear, quick and smashed-up the way it always came with her) and she whirls, queue crackling, palms raised high. Sully goes staggering backward with a yelp, clutching his bleeding nose, and Mo'at'ite lunges to catch him before his head hits the rock. Augustine watches him topple, stunned still, gaping in horror.

Then she moves. Turns and scoops the...body up from the ground, cradling it (him) carefully to her chest even as she hustles down the rock. No vocalization, but her banshee swoops down from the sky, landing with a whomp of wings next to Cupcake, and she's hauling the body (Spider) onto the saddle before Quaritch's got his first leg up Cupcake's side.

"Kir!" Pipsqueak yells, rushing to their side, frantic. "Kir, wait, don't--"

She holds out a hand and he jerks to a half, from his own volition or hers it's hard to say. "Look after them," she says, and then Quaritch is fitting his own queue home, not that Cupcake needs more encouragement to go go go as they soar into the sky.

They go swoop out over the smoldering sea, Augustine's hair--Spider's hair--whipped gently by the wind. Quaritch glances over his shoulder to see the Sullys vanishing, a scatter of blue dots rapidly fading from view.

"They won't follow us," Augustine calls flatly. "Their ikran won't listen until we're out of range." She shoots him a cold look, hand resting on his son's spine--Quaritch doubts he's getting near that body any time soon, but that doesn't matter, he'll make it not matter. "Lead the way, Ranger Rick."

"Yes, ma'am," he says, just to be an asshole, tossing off a snide salute before leaning into the next turn. She bares her teeth the way the kid used and follows, banshees swerving together to meet the rising sun.

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just-antithings · 4 months

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the woman in question is in her forties

#mod erin #just anti things #image #death wishes mention #ask to tag

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snowe-zolynn-rogers · 1 month

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Morning after and yeah, I hope whoever came up with the idea to kill Solar at the writer's table always has wet socks, their belt loop always gets stuck on the doorknob when they go through a doorway, and may their toaster always burn their bread or bagel.

I also hope Moon manages to pull himself out of depression and grieving over losing his best friend after a bit, reverses the dimensional collapse, and sacrifices Ruin in the process

#sun and moon show #sams #five nights at freddy's #fnaf #fnaf solar #fnaf moon #fnaf ruin eclipse #i won't wish death or injury on the writers #but i'll sure as hell hope minor inconveniences to them #i will wish death on ruin though #snoweytrashposts #snoweytalks #snoweyrambles #snoweyrants #tw death mention

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cyarikryze · 1 year

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idk, i feel like it can’t be overstated that satine kryze /would/ be so proud of bo-katan especially right now. she’s unifying the people, she’s gaining respect and loyalty beyond that which lies with the darksaber, and she’s doing everything in her power to keep her people safe and well.

she even gave up and surrendered everything, taking huge risks to ensure the safety of her people, and while it backfired her intent was so good and pure. she’s come so incredibly far from when she was in death watch, she’s living with kindness instead of hate, and i think that’s everything satine would have wanted for her.

i see people say that satine would blame bo-katan for what became of mandalore but i couldn’t disagree more. satine knew how hard ruling mandalore was. she’d never hold it against bo now, especially with everything bo did to save it, and with everything she’s doing now to get it back.

satine would be so incredibly proud of her and i won’t hear any different.

#satine kryze #bo katan kryze #kryze sisters #the mandalorian #mandalore #idk it just bothers me when people act like satine would be anything other than proud #this is part of why i wish someone would mention her too #bo needs to be told how proud satine would be #i think satine would care more for bo’s physical and emotional health than anything also #never would she ever hold what happened to mandalore since her death against her sister #we literally saw from their one (1) interaction how willing she was to forgive bo #she loved her idc

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redbean-nom · 9 days

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star wars by silm logic

for the silm-sw dual citizens:

I was wondering what would happen if star wars (particularly tbb bc that's the currently-releasing bit of star wars) adhered to silm logic:

Hunter is the local leader of a hidden city (Pabu)

Omega is the heir

Rex is the overall leader of a warring people (clone rebellion)

Hemlock is the local leader of a branch of the Forces of Evil

Palpatine is the overall Enemy

so therefore

Rex and Echo gather an army of escaped clones. They rescue Cody or Wolffe from the Empire. Song and fire are greatly involved.

Themes of rising hope are invoked as they make a stand against the Empire. The clone rebellion grows further.

They are initially victorious and manage to rescue the clone prisoners from Tantiss with few casualties. Hemlock is ousted and flees to the heart of the Empire (but his operation will return in time)

Echo goes to check on the Batch on Pabu and ask them to ally with him and Rex in the upcoming battle.

They march on Coruscant. Things suddenly go disastrously wrong. Cody is killed in battle. Rex faces Palpatine in single combat.

Rex dies tragically.

Eagles.

Echo tells Hunter about the battle. They are delayed on their way and attempt to ride to the rescue. The Batch arrives just after the deaths. Echo is sad.

Pabu is betrayed while the Batch is on Coruscant.

Pabu is invaded by the Empire. Hemlock subjugates the people into his weird clone experimentation program.

Dragons.

The Batch returns to destroyed/invaded Pabu and is unable to intervene.

While attempting to protect their city most of the Batch dies.

Echo is very sad.

Hunter is captured and killed in front of Omega.

Omega escapes and swears an Oath mourns the Batch.

Echo is broken by grief for the ghosts of his past and vanishes.

Omega later becomes a Rebellion leader, carrying the memories of the failed clone rebellion and the haven of Pabu with her.

Echo fades/dies on some random planet as the forgotten remnant of the GAR/Clone rebellion.

#star wars #tbb #the bad batch #tbb s3 #redbean talks #um. very much not spoilers?#unless you count hemlock #tbb rex #captain rex #tbb hunter #tbb omega #tbb echo #Also the rest of the batch (tech; crosshair; wrecker; gonky) are not named anywhere outside Manuscript B of The Lost Unfinished WIP #which is only released 20 years later as part of an entirely different series and is also only one episode #and they each have one line of characterization; zero lines of dialogue (one if they're lucky) and are only mentioned in their death scene #can you tell i'm a FoG fan lol #seriously i wish we had a full novel FoG #alas #tbb: Fall of Pabu edition #next i need to do a silm by star wars logic!#imagine tFoG by tbb logic #everyone is about to die - oh look! morgoth just nabbed idril and ran away!#finrod somehow arrives to rescue turgon and the Lords!#everyone survives!#omg though silm by star wars logic #feanor dies; cremates himself; and then three chapters later is miraculously back #SOMEHOW FEANOR RETURNED #and given reembodiment it's actually more plausible!#star wars by silm logic everybody dies. silm by star wars logic feanor is alive and even more people die (because feanor)

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prokopetz · 2 years

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Forgive me if this is a dumb question, but I’m genuinely extremely confused. I’m intrigued by all the stuff you and others post about Glitch/Nobilis, but I’m so bewildered by the publication history of the whole thing. I literally don’t know what book I should be buying to understand the first thing about the setting. Or is there, like, a wiki or something? Can you suggest an end of the ball of yarn?

Okay, so.

The Editions

Nobilis has had three major editions to date, plus a couple of spin-offs.

Nobilis 1st Edition (1999; also known as the Pharos Press or "little pink book" edition): Produced as a digest-size limited edition hardcover, this version of the game has never been made available in any digital format, and is now considered a collector's item.

Nobilis 2nd Edition (2002; also known as the Hogshead or "great white book" edition): Produced as an 11"x11" coffee table art book, which was an eccentric format for a tabletop RPG even at the time – the author basically looked at the game’s budding reputation for being insufferably artsy and said “okay, you know what?”, and it shows!

This edition’s first printing proved to be immensely popular, and is where most older fans were first introduced to the game; the second printing was lost and presumed destroyed due to fraud and criminal negligence on the part of its distributor, and no digital edition could be made available due to licensing problems with the illustrations. The latter issue was finally cleared up in the mid 2010s, allowing the author to self-publish a digital version which can be obtained here.

Nobilis 3rd Edition (2011; also known as "Nobilis: The Essentials"): A crowdfunded edition with a new publisher, this edition was plagued with problems right from the start; shortly before publication, several pieces of art commissioned by the publisher turned out to be traced Touhou fanart, forcing the author to have the offending pieces replaced at the last minute and at her own expense.

It was subsequently withdrawn from sale entirely, after the publisher was caught misappropriating Kickstarter funds for personal use and vanished from the face of the Internet. Fortunately, the author retained ownership of the text, and was eventually able to put forth a self-published digital version with completely new art and layout here.

Chuubo’s Marvelous Wish-Granting Engine (2014): A spin-off game set in a post-apocalyptic alternative timeline, using a different set of mechanics which are not compatible with the core game. Owing to their shared setting history up until the point where their respective timelines diverge, you’ll often see folks citing material from Chuubo’s in the context of Nobilis discussions, and vice versa, but they’re very much separate beasts.

The publishing history of Chuubo’s is a big gnarly mess in its own right, both because it’s split across about a million different books, and because it switched publishers mid-production owing to the aforementioned crowdfunding malfeasance – going into it is well beyond the scope of this post; suffice it to say that the author’s self-published version can be obtained here.

Glitch (2020): Another spin-off game, this one taking place in the same setting and timeline as Nobilis, but focusing on one of the core game's villainous factions. The system is a prototype toward an eventual Nobilis 4th Edition, however, so it's of interest to those who keenly follow the game's development.

This is the first version of the game to be entirely self-published, the author having evidently come to the reasonable conclusion that if you want something done right, you've gotta do it yourself! Available here.

Which One You Should Get

Broadly speaking, all versions of Nobilis fall into the category of “diceless god-games”. You play as conditionally omnipotent avatars of various aspects of reality, charged with defending the borders of the cosmos from the world-devouring god-monsters who dwell in the Lands Beyond. The latter have a notable tendency to take the form of anime pretty boys dressed up like fascist mall goths, for reasons that are far too complicated to explain here. The spin-off games change this formula up a little.

The first and second editions are mostly compatible rules-wise, differing mainly in terms the breadth of their setting lore and the content of their examples of play. There’s no reason to chase down the little pink book unless you’re trying to complete a collection. (And if you are, good luck!)

The second edition, though considered a classic, is no longer widely played, partly because it was stuck in publishing hell for over a decade, but also because the mechanics have some fairly specific baked-in assumptions about the shape of play that a lot of folks don’t vibe with – it basically wants player characters to act like corrupt politicians who spend most of their time wrangling with dysfunctional family drama and bullshitting their monstrously evil superiors rather than going out and having adventures. (And if that’s what you’re into, more power to you!) The setting is also very much a product of 1990s grimdark, which can be a plus or a minus depending on your tastes.

The third edition is the one you’re most likely to run into in online discussions – if no edition is specified, assuming folks mean 3E is a good bet. It reconfigures the mechanics to be more flexible (i.e., more amenable to Scooby-Doo bullshit) and presents a considerably more whimsical take on the setting.

Reactions to the mechanical revisions have been almost universally positive. Reactions to the setting revisions have been more split, with many players feeling that it errs too much on the side of whimsy. It’s sometimes jokingly been described as “Nobilis: Anime Edition”, which can be either criticism or praise depending on context.

(One facet that it’s generally agreed is a step back from the second edition is the near-total lack of worked examples of play, which can make the rules harder to puzzle out.)

The premise of Chuubo’s Marvelous Wish-Granting Engine is that the bad guys in Nobilis won and destroyed reality, but also accidentally destroyed their own realm in the process. The game is a pastoral fantasy about teenage gods growing up and coming into their power in a Ghibli-esque small town that’s all that remains of the former cosmos; what’s left of the game’s formerly antagonistic factions co-exist there in relative peace because, well, it’s not like they’ve got much choice!

The mechanics broadly gesture toward Nobilis 3rd Edition, but are not compatible, being more concerned with rigorous, fine-grained mechanical modelling of plot beats and story arcs and such than with resolving fights. There’s a lot of stuff in Chuubo’s that it straight up wouldn’t occur to nearly any other game to have mechanics for at all.

In spite of the system being both diceless and very nearly mathless, character creation in Chuubo’s is so complicated that most folks use the pre-generated PCs included in the campaign books. If you’re inclined to roll your own characters, you may wish to look elsewhere.

Finally, Glitch flips the script, retaining the same setting and continuity as the core game, but it has you playing as the aforementioned world-devouring god-monsters – or, more specifically, as a heretical splinter faction that’s retired from the War On Reality for various personal reasons. In practice, you’re mostly a support group for terminally ill anti-gods that sometimes solves crimes.

Glitch splits the difference between the second edition’s grimdark and the third edition’s whimsy, though a big part of that change in focus is due to who you’re playing as – the text pretty pointedly implies that a hypothetical game about Creation’s gods would be a lot lighter in tone.

As mentioned above, the rules can be considered a preview of Nobilis 4th Edition, though they currently lack the specific bits and bobs you’d need to play as anything other than the baddies, unless you’re willing to do a lot of homebrewing.

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Hey there! I LOVE your prison dimension au so much and here is something that immediately made me think of you

You can't tell me this hasn't happened at least once (after they've all grown a little bit more okay with the whole... situation)

[ cw: death mention / ]

LMAO yeah this happens at LEAST twice after a long, long while

One can only play the irl equivalent of “Dumb Ways to Die” for so long before getting a bit tired of it

However, even if they eventually take it better than in the beginning, his family will never be okay with it. After all, Leo was still hurt, and the possibility of him staying dead won’t leave their heads, so moments like these are few and far between unless one of them is obscuring their impending breakdown with a Leo certified attempt at a joke

Speaking of Leo though, Leo will basically never be anything but lackadaisical and jokey about his deaths. He’ll never fully get used to them, but they’re just a part of him now. He’s a numb little bug :’)

#prison!leo au #p!l au ask #out of all of them Donnie is prob the one to make the joke first and immediately wish he could take it back #only for Leo’s ‘corpse’ to go ‘hehe good one’#‘my b guys lol’#death mention /

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