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cluedoenthusiast · 2 months
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treasureplcnet · 4 months
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someone on the bodies production team you have to release more layout/bts pictures of charles whiteman's flat please. this is a great start but i need to know him better. particularly if it's got about as much mould as a second year uni house and if he owns as many chairs as it seems LOL
#ok the joke is at his expense but im already romanticising this shit#20-something loser karl weissman moves into the worst flat of all time and makes it a home#hangs a picture of his parents' wedding against the worst wallpaper you've ever seen#just buys what he likes and calls it decor#how else can you explain the fucking model boat next to the fucking telephone. AND YOU MAY TELL ME 'oh thats just random set stuff'#NOT TO ME!#and it stays until he's in his mid 30s. develops a habit of not cleaning up along the way#the shot where he seems to have taken off his shirt/tie/jacket and then dropped them off on various pieces of furniture. HE LIVES LIKE THIS#also entertaining the idea that its his parents' old stuff that he can't bring himself to throw out ..#i will created a fully fleshed out character using 8 episodes and fever dream visions if i have to#karl weissman#bodies netflix#edit: the original tags are above but since then i joined the discord and got to add these pictures LOL#saved this post as a draft bc i was like. i cant annoy people on the tag any more than i already have#doesnt matter. forcing this into the tag like a week after i made it anyway#im still so interested in the fact that it seems like there are more rooms that we never see#outside this bedroom and living space (and the bedroom isnt clear in the show either)#like. i rly need a 360 house tour NOW.#ALSO I FEEL LIKE A TOWN CRIER NO I DONT THINK HE HAS MOULD BUT IT WOULD BE FUNNY!!!!#the chair next to the liquor rly is something. hes MY babygirl
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kafus · 3 months
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ok i've decided i want to infodump about vee and nova a little after all! because uhh not only am i impatient because autism but i also. want to dip my toes into talking about this. just days ago i was still terrified but now i am Tentatively Brave... if i can talk about it here casually like this then i should be able to write a more formal summary later some other time
i've tagged this post appropriately (at least i think i have, feel free to suggest if i should add more) but also a heads up here too before i keep talking that while i'm not going into graphic detail on anything there are STRONG themes of organized sexual abuse of a child, sexual abuse of animals, and grooming! (there are no disturbing visuals in this post, just text)
IF YOU CAN'T READ THIS POST THAT'S OKAY I STILL LOVE U
takes a deep breath alright so the deal with these two. back all the way in 2021, i decided i wanted to make "vent ocs" as in i just wanted some concrete/consistent designs i could use in vent art drawings that weren't a direct reflection of what i envision myself to look like or whatever. i was going through a lot in 2021, in december 2020 i had just gotten my first big repressed memory back and my life was in a whirlwind of change and heavily increased PTSD and DID symptoms, so i was using art a lot as an outlet. in the end i settled on this drawing, based on the design taste i would have had as a young person (god the quality is so old now LOL i've improved a lot but anyway)
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i was intending for these two to be just visual designs and nothing more than that but i got attached and actually ended up giving them a whole storyline and everything, which is something i admittedly hadn't done in a long time up to that point so that's cool.
the reason i preface explaining the premise of the storyline with this is because i think it's important to acknowledge that these two are intrinsically tied with my real life and the feelings i experience as a CSA/OA survivor. not because i think someone has to go through awful things to write or draw about them necessarily, but because i am passionate about expressing myself. it's important for me to be seen in some way, to be heard after years of silence. it is not safe for me mentally to share the exact details of my abuse online rn (and please don't ask for them!) but i also don't want these two to be removed from the message that i survived something and this is me making art about that in an abstracted and magical way with a fictional universe that brings me a lot of comfort. i hope this makes sense lol
oh and also with that in mind if you think for even a second any of this is a weird sex thing for me or some shit please stop reading this post and go do something else with your time. this is my trauma expression and i don't need to be compared to the people i was abused by when i was a literal toddler thank you!
AANYWAY so! premise! gonna be point blank with it! vee (not her original name but shh) is born as a normal 100% human girl, aka without the eevee ears and tail. she is groomed from a very young age (like, toddler age) and eventually abducted by her groomers which happen to be members of... well right now it's team rocket because i haven't spent the time to worldbuild a new villainous pokemon organization yet. roll with me here. she is taken to a remote facility out in the middle of fucking nowhere and is never returned to her previous life or family.
Why? well i'm glad you asked! the org is running a bunch of different experiments in this facility and one of them happens to be trying to enable humans reproducing with pokemon. this doubles as both a money thing and a power thing. they seek out a child as the victim of these horrible experiments because children are easily malleable. way easier to control a child than an adult who already has a firm identity/self.
vee is the child they chose. surgery is forcibly done on her to give her working eevee ears and tail, and also like, fuck with her body chemistry and stuff. she's biologically part eevee now. yes this is bullshit pokemon magic science LMAO but she is kept in this facility and chronically sexually abused for a few years by pairing her with various mons and trying to get eggs to happen.
the experiment isn't working though so they hypothesize that giving her a dedicated partner, especially of the same evolutionary line, would help, and they raise nova from birth as an eevee to take on that role. eventually the two of them are paired together. despite the acts they are forced to commit on each other and the abuse they endure, they actually become inseparable very quickly cause like. they don't have anyone else. and also they just genuinely care about each other. additionally at this point nova has evolved into an espeon and has telepathic powers, so him and vee can communicate linguistically with each other, so you know that helps
generally my current focus of this story is in the early years, when vee is 12 and younger, before they start realizing that shit is fucked up and they need to escape (up until that hypothetical point they have been successfully groomed into believing everything happening to them was not abuse/was normal). i have left out a metric fuckton of detail here just to get across the basic premise. i am constantly exploring vee's psyche, nova's psyche, it's like an in depth exploration of the mind of an abused child in horrific circumstances and god it's cathartic. i love these two so fucking much
btw i guess this art has more context now huh haha after i infodumped off the plot to my sister they looked at this art again and was like. OHHH THIS IS EVEN MORE OMINOUS AND HARD TO LOOK AT WITH CONTEXT. AND I WAS LIKE YEAH!!!! YOU SEE THE VISION!!! THE SYMBOLISM!! ETC!!!!
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uh yeah if you read this far thank you and i just wanna say i've been building up the courage to talk about these two for GENUINELY two years, it has been over 2 full years since that initial drawing, and i am nervous and jittery posting this but i do not want to die without having shared my work with the world and i'm willing to take the risks to get my voice out there. so you reading it is very much appreciated ur like my first step into being more confident as a survivor lol
oh and fwiw despite these guys being so correlated with my trauma it's not offensive to make headcanons or ask me questions about them or compliment darker art of them however you want, in fact i love that shit!! please i've been holding these guys back for two years i have so much to say that hasn't been said. as much as i am nervous i am EXCITED
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my take on house's empathy, but i'm autistic and struggle with understanding and perceiving empathy/sympathy/etc so idk if this makes sense
so canonically house has aspd/npd traits (i don't think??? he ever actually got that diagnosis, but that's what nolan said abt him) and bc of that, he has lower empathy. however, i don't think he has no empathy. just less. what empathy he does experience, he struggles to know what to do with it because he's autistic. he doesn't know how to express those feelings. that's why he avoids patients. he doesn't know what the hell to do with that empathy, and he doesn't like that. he doesn't like not knowing what to do, so he avoids empathetic situations in general. that's why he avoids patient interactions
idk if this makes much sense. ppl far more knowledgeable than me r welcome to add their 2 cents :3
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pokeberry5 · 5 months
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PLS what is the story/lore behind the tim insomnia art piece (w/ him holding the bloody batarang) the angst looks SO GOOD
ngl it's been a while so my memory of the concept behind insomnia is spotty, but for more artsy pieces like this it's less about the lore or specific situation and more about the visuals/feeling to me? so it's more that i have a scene come to me and i build that out (<- me trying to explain that i dont have elaborate lore lol)
so the context i came up with to justify the scene is tim being overwhelmed/semi-dissociating, caught up in the problems he's been running from as tim drake using robin an escape, unable to deal with them, and trying not to think about the fact that half of those problems are caused by the fact that he's robin, that he has a secret identity, and that he's going through it in ways he can't explain to people not in the know -> hence, tim clutching the batarang both as something to ground him and as something that's hurting him
i had also recently read silverwhittlingknife's post about tim as a watcher, especially when he's first introduced—the set of panels where tim is just a set of eyes definitely informed some of this ("some" being the panel with the giant eyes lol) (pls read swk's meta their stuff is always so cool)
i think? i also pulled the aesthetic of the bloody batarang from an old scrapped piece i never posted bc i didnt like how it turned out (it's like. from when i first started drawing tim) so some of that is there
this was like. one of my first attempts at more comic-style dramatic lighting and yeah damn i've come a long way. again! i dont know what's happening here, i just wanted to draw tim bleeding, clutching a batarang, and under some dramatic lighting
(this is also. beyond what you asked but: i think this shows how much my design for tim has changed since my initial conception of him--he had much straighter/longer features that have really softened up, which i think you can see most in the nose. and no moles!)
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grimmfitzz · 8 months
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Benny was a Good Friend of Mine
Tw: minor character death and mentions of blood
Steve leans back into the vynl covered booth. He's pretty sure Benny's already forgotten that he'd let Steve claim this corner as his own but that's alright. Usually Steve sits at the bar, keeping Benny company. But every once in a while a day like this one comes along.
It's like the melancholy sinks into Steve's bones, a drum beat of 'alone, alone, alone' thrumming away in his chest. Benny can always tell. Steve hides it from this whole damn town but never Benny. The man takes one look at Steve and just lets him in, served up a tray of fries, and leaves him be. Long story short, Steve is lucky Benny's warm welcome extends to pathetic assholes.
So he's minding his own business, laid out in the booth. He's long since grazed through his tray of fries. The sun's gone down outside the window behind him and Steve can feel his eyelids grow heavy with the lull of voices in the back of the dinner.
It's like Steve's very own lullaby of Benny's baritone and some one else. The guy's probably just talking to the radio again. Steve keeps telling the older man that he's gotta start calling into the quizzes! If anyone could make a killing at those little Call-In Giveaways, it's Benny.
Steve's blinks start to slow and his thoughts go all syrupy. Between one flutter of his eyelids and the next he's looking up at the back of a blonde woman that wasn't here before. The sluggish haze of an ill-placed nap has him struggling to piece together her words. Something about social services...
Steve watches, placid and still waking, as the woman pulls a gun from her blazer and puts a bullet in Benny's chest.
It's like lightning courses through his body, electrifying every muscle beneath his flesh but shutting off his mind.
It happens like this with very little say on Steve's part:
Steve jumps from the booth. He grabs the metal tray Benny had filled with fries for him -
Sweet Benny who takes care of his ailing mother, who knows an obsurd amount of rock and roll trivia, who listens to every Hawkins game on the little radio in back. Benny who has shakes already whipped up when the team eventually pours through his doors to celebrate a win or mourn a loss. Benny, who took one look at ten year old Steve all that time ago, home alone for the holidays for the first time, and pulled him out of the cold. Benny who fed him a warm club sandwich that day and never turned Steve away a single time since.
... Benny who's currently lying in an ever-exoanding pool of his own blood - crimson halo blooming behind wide, unseeing eyes.
... Benny who isn't moving.
The metal tray is in Steve's hand before he knows what is going on and he's whipping into the temple of the woman who's just killed Steve's friend.
There's a loud crash. Steve's moving, his feet skirting around Benny carefully without ever thinking it through. There's a man with a gun and a kid in a baggy t-shirt. It's not hard to figure out that Benny was helping this kid. It's what Benny does.
Steve would know.
So he throws the tray, then a pan, then a thick metal pot. The man is firing at Steve but also ducking away from the various cookware until the pot finally arches the man just right. Their (their?) Assailant trips with the thud of the pot against his head. The Bastard falls and hits his head at an odd angle against the serving line. There's a loud crack and when the the body hits the floor it doesn't get back up.
The only sound in the kitchen is Steve's own breathing alongside the heavy land of the kid in the baggy clothes it looks like Benny was eating ice cream with only moments ago.
Steve can't say a word or even move a muscle before the sound of voices and footsteps fill the back entrance of the dinner. More people are coming and Steve can only guess that they (they? They.) Had better scram. He turns to the kid, who looks at him angrily like he has anything to do with this.
"come on kid!" Steve grabs her hand, small and shaking, on his own and tugs her out of the dinner.
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whump-queen · 3 months
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found this in my drafts is this anything
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overclocks · 2 months
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yeah, okay, i flubbed the last one but listen. like this if you want a small thing. it will not stay a small thing, i don't know how to get to the point, but it will start a small thing. if you want a specific verse, say so. multis specify for what muse or you get literally nothing except a frowny face.
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messrsage · 8 months
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donatella versace? more like donutella versandwhich haha am i right ladies
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osomuppetsan · 3 months
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elegyofthemoon · 5 months
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me: idk i just feel like aris doesn't really need a backstory. he can just be a dude who is just very touched by peoples stories who come by his office, living through others, etc.
brain: youre literally just making st//ahl fire e//mblem. you do realize that right
me: :D ah.
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theygotlost · 5 months
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still the funniest thing to say to your boss/work bestie after he tearfully comes out to you
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cherry-bomb-ships · 2 months
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Uuuuuugh so my laptop broke bad a few days ago (the charger literally snapped off inside my computer) and that was the way I got a lot of stuff done on Tumblr, like filling the queue and writing longer posts, plus thats the best way I get fic writing done too... It's killing my productivity man 😭😭😭
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yuanwang · 4 months
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:O !!!!
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mrpenguinpants · 4 months
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Hey, that one person. You didn't see shit. I didn't post a thing. We keep this between the two of us you hear me
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espers-n-espurrs · 1 month
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im convinced that some of the “punks” on here arent real punks and are just assholes hiding behind the punk stereotype without knowing what it actually means to be punk
like some of you lot call yourselves punk but your just being stereotypical shithead posers
anyways what it means to be punk is to not be a dick to your community, genuinely being kind to others, fighting against social norms and The Man, coming together as a community, and a whole lot of other stuff that doesnt involve being a dick
and im not saying a punk cant be a little mean im just saying that mean should not be your entire personality
i literally grew up in punk central lads and have seen all forms of punks !! this is not the way !!
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