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hey bad news you guys. my therapist told me today that he thinks i should actually be sad on main MORE.
#something abt practicing emotional vulnerability for the real world with real people and blah blah blah#we discussed tm(n)t for a while#he said Be Like Nerves#i think this can be interpreted in many ways#but what he meant was just write shit and post it sometimes#instead of needing to make everything into an elaborate art piece#anyway sorry guys you're all a part of my trauma therapy process now#vent#personal#look im being emotionally vulnerable#^ thats the tag im gonna use lmao coz i think its funny
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Like a Lady (Morston one-shot)
Arthur says yes to the deluxe bath in Valentine, but the girl who works the baths at 2AM wasn't who Arthur was expecting. He wants the deluxe bath anyway.
art by @moopzies on tumblr/twitter
(note: This is a repost from my old tumblr that i can no longer access but since someone is hating on morston again how about a reminder of a cross-dressing John fic I wrote~)
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Racoons were the worst rodent in all the lands, Arthur decided as he rode into Valentine, head down in shame and back irritated beyond reach. If his horse could talk, she’d be giving some sympathy back with a hint of mockery, just as Arthur would to anyone of his gang brothers.
He was just out in the forest trying to grab some meat, unbeknownst that a family of Racoons already took his spot by the pond as their territory. Trying to shoo them away proved fruitless, and soon he had one on his back trying to eat his hat, and another inside his jacket looking for a pack of cigarettes.
Now he was out of smokes, no meat to show for, and tired as all hell. He was not camping out, not with those monsters waiting for him, so he made his way back into town and said he was going to treat himself to a nice hot bath.
The only places open were the saloon and the hotel which advertised their 24 hour bath service. As small and smelly as Valentine was, their hot water all but made up for it.
Hitched his horse and gave her a nice bundle of carrots for the night before making his way inside, slamming two quarters down and demanding a bath. His kindness only went to his horse, as he had no patience for the night clerk’s fret of tracking mud.
The damn racoons pushed him into a puddle. He won’t elaborate further.
Once the clerk confirmed the hot water was ready, Arthur dragged himself into the tub, throwing his dirty clothes aside and stepped in.
The hot water was a shock to his cold skin that quickly subsided into the pleasurable heat he was dreaming of. This is exactly what his body needed, a nice hot bath with the soaps and sponges, not the damn river water most of everyone at camp uses when they can’t afford the bath.
He only got to scrubbing his arms when he sank into the tub, just letting himself soak. If Charles was available, he’d ask to go hunting with him. Maybe he knew how to deal with feral racoons.
Or he could rob some O’Driscolls for a few gold pieces. That’s a faster way to make money and buy butchered food in town.
Arthur had his eyes closed, dreaming of the land he was supposed to be exploring in New Austin when a knock awoke him. “Would you like some assistance?”
He peaked one eye open at the door, still closed but a shadow indicating someone on the other side. She didn’t sound like the usual girl who offered the service, but then again Arthur had ridden in around two in the morning. He also rejected the service last time he was here as he just wanted a moment to himself. This time, though, a bit of company sounded nice, even if he had to pay her.
“Sure.” He said.
The door opened, and not a split second later shut abruptly. “Shit!”
That startled Arthur awake, now recognizing the voice. It was not a woman, but instead John fucking Marston, wearing a petticoat and what looked like a corset similar to Karen’s. The eye shadow and lipstick were just as visible as the wolf scars on his cheek, though Arthur was sure the blush was not make-up, but John’s natural color.
“What the hell are you doing here?” John whispered harshly.
Arthur eyed him up, and under the bubbles pinched himself to make sure he wasn’t dreaming…or drowning. “I should be asking you that, Marston.”
“None of you come here at this hour. Haven’t since we’ve been camping.”
Arthur opened his mouth to retort when a knock on the door startled them. John stepped back, rushing over to Arthur’s side at the tub.
“Everything okay in there?” Arthur assumed it was the clerk.
“Just fine.” Arthur answered for them. “Saw…a rat.”
“Oh! We apologize about that sir, and we’ll get that squared away.”
John relaxed once the clerk’s footsteps faded, but then he glared down at him. “Jesus christ why ain’t there another town…”
Suddenly, the last few weeks made sense to Arthur. John was in no shape to hunt or even go on scouting jobs, but he’d been antsy sitting around all day. He complained to Arthur, the night of Sean’s welcome back party, that he was feeling useless to the gang and saw no point in being saved if he was just sitting around all day. Arthur tried to reassure he wasn’t being a burden, considering how some others just lie all day, but John seemed determined to contribute in some way.
Arthur assumed at the time it was just drunk talk, and come morning John would be in his tent resting as he should be. But since then, John looked even more tired in the morning, groggy and sluggish like he had been up all night. Arthur even caught him contributing to the camp funds, but didn’t answer when Dutch asked where he got the money.
“So you’ve been…”
“Not a damn word Morgan.” John said. “If word gets back to camp,” John reached into the bath and pulled his ankle up, “I will skin you alive.”
Arthur snorted. “You wish, boy.”
“I mean it Arthur.” His voice was stern, a tone of a promise and not an empty threat. “I don’t need the rest of y’all treating me like you do the ladies. They get enough shit as it is and I’m not gonna sit by when that ridicule comes to me.”
Arthur raised his hands. “Geez, I won’t. Just surprised is all.”
John let go of his ankle, finally relaxing at the edge of the tub. “Good.”
Arthur laid back, watching John’s body language. As suspected this odd night shift wore him down. He wondered if John walked to Valentine or hitched a ride every time but it was still quite a trek from camp.
And the dress–it was common enough that he maybe took it from one of the gals in camp but even John doesn’t steal from women. His guess is he’s using what the hotel provided.
“So they let you take this job?” Arthur asked, curious.
John shrugged. “Got a few wanting…this kind of service.”
Arthur could see the appeal. Skirts and corsets were always pretty, bringing out the best features of a lady. John was a skinny man, handsome face and long hair that had ladies swooning over him when he was a teenager. And Arthur had eyes, he could see why men would overlook his gender and take him especially in this get up.
“Well, you’re in here.” Arthur said. “Might as well scrub my back.”
John whipped his head. “You fucking serious?”
Arthur reached over for the washcloth and handed it to him, “I’m paying you, aren’t I?”
“Fuck you Morgan,” John said, taking the cloth and pushing Arthur forward. “You lucky this ain’t a knife.”
The fabric against his back was rough and stung at the scratch marks. He’d prefer delicate hands instead, but John was not a delicate person.
“These are fresh, what the hell happened?”
Now it was Arthur’s turn to turn red from embarrassment. He’s still called lead-meat considering how he kills his animals with high caliber bullets, but no way in hell will anyone find out he was bested by forest rodents.
“Wolves.” He said stupidly.
John clicked his tongue. “Try again. No wolf marks are this shallow.”
“Just wash me.”
Arthur leaned forward on the tub’s edge, resting on his arms as he watched John grumble to himself. He was doing a very thorough job, making sure every bit of dirt was off him. No matter how much he made fun of him, John was always a hard worker, no doubt about that.
When John finished his back, he shoved Arthur to rest his back against the tub, and took one of his legs to wash him down.
“You are one hairy man.” John commented. “You have a shaving kit.”
“You’re on to talk. Don’t see you cutting this anytime soon.” He reached out, touching the ends of John’s hair. John, surprisingly, did not pull back.
“Hair on my head is fine. I think you’re growing a forest on your legs.”
He moved to the other side of the tub to scrub his other leg. He paused for a second, observing the fresh scratches on that side. It was the leg the racoons climbed onto to get to his damn cigarettes. “So…wanna explain these?”
Arthur shivered when John’s slender finger traced the red markings. He sunk into the tub, hoping the bubbles would hide his face. “Don’t go out to the Cumberland Forest, think the animals have rabies.”
John pulled his hand back. “...you pulling my leg?”
“We’ll see when I’m foaming at the mouth come morning.”
John pushed his leg back into the water. “Fine, I won’t tell you was ravaged by racoons.”
“And I won’t tell you moonlight as a lovely lady.”
“Just give me the damn money.”
Arthur pointed over to his trousers piled in the corner. John made a face as he picked it up, taking the money while checking out the mud stains. “You got spare clothes, right?”
“Yep, on the horse though.”
John shook his head, mumbling to himself as he left the room, leaving Arthur alone yet again with water now lukewarm.
Some part of him still wondered if this was an elaborate dream, though he questioned why he dreamt of John of all people bathing him when said man returned with his clothes from his horse’s saddle.
“I’ll get these washed up. They’ll be in your tent in the morning.”
Oh, well that was rather kind of him. John at the camp wouldn’t even get him a bowl of stew if Arthur asked politely.
“Boadicea is lookin’ dirty too. You’re gonna wanna brush her.”
His poor horse also got caught up in the raccoon fight when they were trying to escape, rushing through bushes and dust instead of their trail. “Yup, I’ll do that in the morning.”
“Oh Miss Joanna,” The desk clerk knocked on their door, but did not open it. “Mr. Waldorf is asking for you.”
John’s shoulders slumped, back pressing at the wall when he sighed out, “I will be right out.”
Arthur eyed the door. “Whose Mr. Waldorf?”
“My regular.” John said. “Uh, he comes in for a bath among…other things.”
The pink blush on his face said enough to know what John was expected to do tonight.
And something about that burned in Arthur’s chest.
The comments John had growing up, a lovely face with high cheekbones and long hair, had all the wrong men coming onto him. Arthur was always the first to step between anyone who wanted to touch him, and when John grew stronger, had no problem defending himself.
Still, as an adult, abiet it a stupid one, John could make his decisions himself. If he wanted to get sweet with men to help the camp, so be it.
Yet…
Arthur did not want another man touching him.
“How much?”
“Huh?”
“How much, for a night with you.”
If John’s face was pink before, it was as red as a tomato now.
“Y-ou–wha–why do you care?!”
“How. Much.”
“Arthur, just get out before I throw your nice clothes into the bath!”
When Marston was stunned, it was easier to swipe things from him, so Arthur just pulled his clothes from John’s hands and quickly put on his pants. He walked past him and towards the clerk, uncaring that his feet were tracking wet footprints.
“How much for Miss Joanna?”
The clerk pushed up his glasses, confused at the request. “Miss Joanna is already scheduled–”
If he recalled, Abigail said she used to charge thirty in the city. Karen and Tilly said they offer five to ten in small towns like these, but usually come back with more considering they also rob the men before they can even touch them.
So he pulled out ten, which was enough for the clerk to shut up. It worked, as the clerk looked at his profit and handed over a key. “Room 2b is available now.”
Arthur turned back to the bath hallway, smirking at John’s stunned opened mouth. He jingled the keys and walked up to his room, knowing in just a few minutes John would be bursting through the doors, angrily sputtering nonsense about his job and not needing protection as he always did whenever Arthur involved himself in his business.
Arthur laid on the freshly made bed, noting it was big enough for two, hands behind his head and resting on the pillow, whistling softly to himself as the door slammed open.
“Morgan you goddamn bastard!”
“Miss Joanna,” Arthur smiled. “A lady shouldn’t be shoutin’, you could wake everyone up.”
John closed the door behind him, throwing Arthur’s dirty clothes onto the floor. Guess he won’t be getting those washed up anytime soon.
“Why, why are you still foolin’ around with me?” John asked through seething teeth. “You got your bath and a good laugh. Just let me work.”
Arthur kept this gaze tight on John. “Do I look like I’m laughing?”
“You’re smiling, you’re halfway there.”
“But I’m not.” Arthur said simply. “Even the gals don’t sleep with men anymore for money. Why are you?”
John gestures around him. “Contribute to the group, that’s what Dutch said, didn't he? Well I ain’t doing much sitting and moping all day, having Micah tell me what deadweight I am, Javier bragging about the loot he got. Hell, you and Charles are keeping us fed with all the animals yous been huntin.” John took a moment to breathe, hands on his hips as he paced around the room. “I’m useless.”
The smile on Arthur’s face left. He sat up on the bed, moving his body so that his feet were on the floor. “John, you were in the mountains starving for two days, attacked by wolves. You couldn’t even walk.”
“I’m walkin’ now, aren’t I?”
“It’s okay to rest. You ain’t useless.”
John clicked his tongue. “Tell that to Micah.”
“Micah should have been left in the mountains to die.” Arthur said without hesitation. “Come here.”
John crossed his arms over his chest. “You don’t gotta hug me. I ain’t twelve anymore.”
“Clearly.” Arthur said, patting his lap.
At least John’s face was back to red from embarrassment rather than anger. After a second of contemplating he did, walking over so that he was standing between Arthur’s legs.
Arthur reached out to touch his hand. He rubbed soft circles around his knuckles before taking it to his lips, and kissed him.
“Arthur…stop playin– Art!”
In a swift move, Arthur brought John down so that he was seated in his lap, skirt hanging over and covering both their legs. John’s waist was so small in the corset that was beautifully embroidered with flowers.
“Lemme take care of you Johnny.” Arthur soothed, letting his other hand rundown John’s back. The texture of the lace ribbon and metal boning danced on his fingertips. The knot at the bottom was tight enough to keep the piece altogether, but with the perfect tug, he could release John from his confines.
“”M not a kid.” John said suddenly. “Treat me like a man.”
“No.” Arthur said. He took the end of the ribbon and pulled the knot loose. But he didn’t let it slip off his body. Instead Arthur flipped them over, John with his back on the bed while Arthur kneeled between his legs. He hiked up the skirt to John’s waist, hands scrambling to pull down the bloomers and toss them aside.
“Tonight, I’m treatin’ you like a lady.”
He spread John’s legs apart, revealing his half-hard erection underneath all the pretty soft fabric. He began by kissing his inner thighs, noticing that he smelled almost floral. He sunk his teeth into the skin, using his tongue to lick the light wound right after and asked, “Did you clean yourself?”
Arthur couldn’t see John’s face, imagining he must be so flustered. With a shaky breath John replied, “Yeah, we’re all supposed–”
Arthur darted his tongue into his hole, leaving the younger man choking on his own words. Not only did John clean, but he prepared himself in advance, already stretched and lubricated. He supposed John couldn’t get wet as naturally as a woman, but that was okay, that gave Arthur more time to enjoy his body.
“A-Arthur! You don’t hafta–ah..”
John’s hand found Arthur’s hair, pulling at his strands to try and pull him off, but Arthur wouldn’t allow it. He doubted John’s customers ever treated him right, only using him for their pleasure and leaving him nothing else. It was time for John to feel the pleasure of a tongue inside him, fingering for his own lust. A cock that would draw out real screams.
He heard the younger sigh, keeping Arthur’s head in place and squeezed his thighs together. Arthur smiled to himself. John was finally allowing himself to actually feel good, and he was not holding back his sounds.
Unless they were yelling, the walls in this hotel were actually thick enough to mask conversations. The breathy moans and pants from John were just for Arthur to hear, and he took pride knowing he’s able to get these sounds out of him.
Arthur threw one of John’s legs over his shoulder to get a deeper angle. It caused another low whine, John withering in the bed to try and ride Arthur’s face. His cock was leaking now with some of his seed staining the inside of the dress. Arthur took his cock in hand, squeezing the base to stop him from coming so soon.
His own pants tightened at John’s voice, but Arthur ignored it so he could stretch his partner out.
He pulled his tongue out to kiss his thighs and legs, with one finger gently circling John’s puckered hole. “I’m putting one in.”
“Dammit Arthur, just–hng,”
“Impatient.”
John mouthed something that sounded like a “Fuck you”, but his words jumbled into a moan. Of all ways to finally shut John Marston up, it’d be something in his ass.
He started scissoring him with two, knowing John could take it with how slick he already was, and the younger man continued to sing pretty.
With a third to get him out thoroughly, John dug his heels into Arthur’s shoulders. “Arthur– please .”
Arthur kissed the head of his cock. “Never heard you beg like that.”
“ Arthur .”
If they were outside, with no walls or other people to consider, he’d have John begging until the birds in the sky could hear him. For now, John was all for him, in this room, in his lovely dress.
John scooted up the bed, resting between the two pillows. Arthur shoved down his pants, revealing his very hard erection. John’s eyes went down, and he swallowed nervously.
“This is for you, Johnny.” Arthur said, taking his cock and stroking himself. He leaned down, hips between John’s legs and hand tangling in John’s hair. “You made me hard. See what you’ve done?”
“J-just a bath…” John shied away from Arthur’s eyes, but in doing so he leaned into his touch.
“No, more than the bath. You’re beautiful John.”
Kissing his forehead, Arthur aligned himself with John’s opening and slowly sunk himself in. John gasped at the new stretch, and he grabbed Arthur by his shoulders, holding on as the man buried himself deep in him.
Between John’s teary eyes, the corset that just hung off his body, and the skirt now hiked up to his hips, he was a gorgeous sight, and for Arthur’s eyes only. If John would allow him, he’d photograph him with the camera in his bag. Maybe he’ll draw him out from memory, a reminder of this intimate and secret moment.
“Arthur,” John whispered. “Are you going to–”
“Thought I’d be gentle with you, miss.”
He could stay buried inside John forever. He was so warm , and fit him perfectly.
John rolled his eyes, but finally turned to Arthur to give him a proper kiss on the lips. “Fuck me, cowboy.”
Who was Arthur to deny a request like that?
He smashed their lips together, moving his hips in quick succession and thrusted in and out of his body just like he asked. The bed squeaked under them, headboard hitting the wall and Arthur was so glad this was the room at the end of the hall.
John’s moans were swallowed by Arthur, but what he would give to hear him out loud. John wrapped his legs around Arthur, trying to keep him in place as Arthur built his own pleasure with his body.
John’s neglected cock bounced between them. With his thumb, he rubbed at the tip, smearing his precum all over. That alone was enough to make John throw his head back, and covering his mouth, came between their bodies.
He tightened up after that, and Arthur hid his face in his shoulder. “John, fuck , I’m close. Where–”
“Inside.” John said, meeting Arthur’s movements. “Come inside me, Arthur.”
It didn’t take long for Arthur to follow, with one last hard thrust he buried himself deep, and filled John.
They came down from their high through lazy and breathless kisses. Arthur started on his lips, and when John grew tired, slumping into the bed, Arthur kissed his forehead, his cheek with his scars, and to his collarbone, wishing he could leave a mark if not for the fact John wore open necked shirts.
The night air of Valentine cooled their sweat and fluids, something that John quickly grew uncomfortable as his own spend was on his skirt and thighs. Arthur had not pulled out, but he could feel him leaking .
“Off,” John said after a moment. “Ugh, I think I need a bath.”
“Need some assistance?” Arthur asked shamelessly, and John lightly hit his arm.
“Ass. Just…wash cloth? There should be one by the drawer.
And that there was, as well as a set of clean sheets. For a small town hotel, they were ready for this type of clean up.
He wiped John’s body thoroughly, kissing every part of his skin until he was cleaned of the sweat and fluids. His lower half, however, Arthur watched in full arousal as his seed leaked out of him, dripping down to his thighs. Without warning he hitched John’s leg over his shoulder again, licking the rest of him clean.
John whimpered, holding in his moans as Arthur’s mouth got closer to his hole. He wasn’t hard yet so fast, but his cute cock was trying. It made Arthur smile.
When he was done teasing John, Arthur finally stood to take a nice look at his debauched and thoroughly fucked body. John was still breathing hard, face flushed and long legs spread out, ready for him again if Arthur pleased.
John looked absolutely stunning.
He joined him back on the bed, pulling John to his chest to kiss his forehead. The fireplace crackled as the logs broke under the heat, and the Valentine night noises filled the otherwise silent room, that was until a man two doors down groaned in pain.
Arthur shot up immediately, looking for his pistol when John tapped his chest to have him rest. “Ignore him, some poor fella with a stomach problem.”
“Oh.”
Under his chin, John’s hair smelled floral. He always called him a pile of grease because he just looked so oily, but running his hands through it, Arthur found his hair was very soft.
“So, how the hell is this going to work?” John asked after a while.
“What d’ya mean?”
“You just paid me and that money’s going back to the gang. Kinda weird when you can just put it in the box yourself.”
Arthur pulled John closer. “That money is yours with however you want it. I can contribute another way.”
John shrugged. “I don’t know, doesn’t feel right to take your money.”
“But it was okay to take my hat, my clothes, my saddle? ”
“I was fifteen!”
Arthur laughed. “John, I mean it. Do what you want with the money. Just stop doing this for other men.”
He could feel John tense. “How am I supposed to contribute–”
“Start by doing chores around the camp. Clean the horses, I don’t know. Nothing that would hurt you.” Arthur said. “I know you wanna be out here but…”
Arthur rolled them over, John now on his back so Arthur could look at him. As gently as he could, Arthur cupped John’s scarred cheek. “Take it easy. I’m not losing you again because you went off and got attacked.”
“They were just wolves.” John reminded him, leaning into his touch. “Better than O'Driscolls.”
They knew what the O’Driscolls were capable of. Arthur didn’t like that thought either.
Arthur laid next to John.“ Just…be there when I return to camp.”
The room grew quiet, just the sounds of the fireplace and the crickets from the outside. Then, in a small but earnest voice, John said. “Okay.” As he snuggled closer to Arthur.
Satisfied, Arthur stroked through John’s hair until he fell asleep, and soon enough Arthur did the same, holding the man like he was the most precious thing on earth. Because John Marston really was.
Arthur awoke to the roosters. Groaning, he covered his ears with a pillow and turned over, expecting to meet with another body only to find himself alone. He sighed, remembering that John probably snuck out earlier to make it back to camp, but it still disappointed him no less to wake up alone.
The room looked as if only one occupant stayed. The dirty clothes and wash cloth were gone. On top of his clean clothes, folded, was a note, definitely left by John based on his chicken scratch handwriting.
Saw some O’Driscolls hanging outside the hotel. Be careful on your way back. They was wearing some shiny new belts.
Arthur smiled, tucking the note away in his journal as he got ready for the day.
Picking off the O’Driscolls was easy, leading them far enough from town to take them out and steal any valuables on them. His luck turned around right after when a herd of deer trotted by, and Arthur managed to kill one cleanly and take the carcass back to the camp.
It was noon by the time he returned, valuables for the camp box and meat for Pearson’s stew.
Heading over to the girl’s wagon to pick up the coffee sacks for Pearson, Arthur saw John with a bucket between his legs, scrubbing away at some clothes. Despite working, he looked well rested, his first night with proper sleep.
The girls were folding the dry clothes and sewing ripped fabric. When Arthur said hello, the girls welcomed him back, while John grumbled.
“Get all them stains out, Marston.” Arthur teased.
“Fuck off.”
There were no heat in his words, judging by the way Tilly and Mary-Beth giggled.
“At least one of yous is helping us.” Karen said aloud, eyes glaring daggers at Sean sleeping by a rock.
“Don’t strain yourself too much ladies, Marston.” Arthur said, taking the sack over his shoulder.
“Arthur.” John called out, eyes still on the washboard. “I left your clothes hanging by your tent.”
Arthur took a quick glance over at his side of camp, seeing his clothes from the night before freshly washed and hanging to dry on a clothesline, just as John said. When he looked back, he noticed a faint blush on his face.
“Thanks. Can you come by later? My blanket ripped, I need help sewing it.”
The blush on his face deepened, but John just replied. “Sure.”
“John! I didn’t know you can sew.” Mary-Beth said, surprised.
“Me neither…” Was what John mumbled.
“Hey Marston, can you wash my long johns?”
“Do it yourself Williamson!”
“You do Arthur’s but not mine?!”
Arthur laughed, finally separating himself from them to give Pearson his sack. The rest of their afternoon would be filled with finishing chores, then sitting around the campfire listening to Javier sing or Uncle’s dubious escapades.
But in the night, John would be back in his tent, the man in his arms. Arthur just got a taste in Valentine, and he wasn’t going to stop just because John wasn’t in a skirt.
He wondered if he paid Karen or Mary-Beth, if they’d let Arthur keep one of their skirts.
#morston#john marston#arthur morgan#rdr2#red dead redemption 2#morston rdr2#hazel writes#hazel writes morston#morston fanfic#morston fanart
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thinking about the ideal minecraft server I would wanna play on (hopefully later this year), if you might be interested let me know ;3;
~ some type of elaborate magic+tech modpack combined with being-a-creature mods (crucial). doing fun building+roleplay is the priority, not necessarily being overly hard or complex.
~ light roleplay where it is character/theme based, talking and acting like your creature character instead of being just 'normal player'. for example: elemental fire dragon hates water, likes bathing in lava everywhere, has a lair-area made in a volcano, probably violent and likes setting everything on fire.
~ other things I like doing are helping others with ambitious builds, orchestrating magic rituals, making art-pieces and machine-art, and making interactive challenge-dungeon type builds
build/roleplay ideas
~ Botania. I want to hug pet the flowers. (in my head blueprint for massive nature-temple flower nexus thing made only out of plants/dirt, central part is a magical altar containing the Flower Hivemind, other parts branch outwards in sections like a flower & are themed around different flower-types; throughout the complex would be Flower-Creatures like big dragons made of plants which are part of the flower hivemind and sometimes have interconnected automation functions.)
~ I might actually RP as MULTIPLE dragons using MorePlayerModels+Fakename to hotswap between them. Like different characters for different parts of the game , having their own themes & personalities, their own buildings.
ORACLE would run an Aperture Science type facility with winding hallways of machines & puzzles, having robot/AI companions there, probably ascending into Computer God at some point.
[Unnamed] water dragon would have a water temple where they commune with water-streams and phases of the moon to give prophecies; singing to an array of noteblock stone monoliths; doing lots of alchemy treating it like a divine art.
Red/black edgy vampire dragon who needs your blood for their undead army project (it's actually a recreation of NecroDancer having 100 skeletons in a room with flickering rave-lights and nightcore power metal).
Fox dragon who worships a society of tamed foxes it talks to like they are living Gods, maybe going and living in the wild sometimes chasing animals and eating raw meat etc..
...probably 100 other dragon ideas but those are the most interesting for now
current favorite mods/packs (list for later)
~ play as dragon; self explanatory (may use the pack or just take the dragon part) https://www.curseforge.com/minecraft/modpacks/play-as-dragon
~ WarpDrive or something else with buildable ships in it (obviously would be cute living plane creature)
~ Meatballcraft; like FTB Infinity Expert but newer and 10x more complex. One of those progression-type modpacks where you gradually uncover more stuff to do through quests, crafting, rituals, fighting bosses, etc..
there are so many dimensions in this one wtf. Is this even real. I keep scrolling down expecting it to end but it just keeps going. this page overloaded my autism o_o
https://www.curseforge.com/minecraft/modpacks/meatballcraft
(it has DYSON SPHERES IN IT LOL WHAT ???? yeah it looks like minecraft modders just kept going and Ascended at some point.)
(I like how minecraft mods exist on this spectrum of insanity. on one end you have Super Hard Realism Survival scrabbling around in the dirt for hours just to get a single metal tool. on the other end you have slaying 100 different extradimensional demon-gods and creating dyson spheres from their blood. Idk something about that is really silly to me.)
Guys I'm scared I don't think humans were meant to be playing this modpack. like you have to be careful playing this so the eldritch knowledge doesn't shatter your mind. (good thing i'm not human)
I remember playing indev in 2009 and the game was about mining dirt and decorating your wood-cube and being terrified of 1 creeper and getting excited about your first diamond. and now it's instead about doing the 9^29 Recursive Automation Lines Nightmare Synthesizer Nuclear Turbine Bossfight Dimension. I wonder what it will be like in 20 years with Minecraft 2 VR SuperModPacks that are even more complicated, I think at that point it's like staring into the face of God and no person could handle it without coming out changed. the future is so exciting!
I imagine the protagonist of this modpack being a normal survival-gameplay farmer, making a cute little house, eating bread and cake & talking to their pet cows... just living their wholesome life.
And then it begins. The whispers from the higher dimensions start slipping in, and over time the protagonist falls deeper and deeper into the rabbit-hole eldritch singularity. The allure of power is too great and no cost is too high, pain and death don't mean anything anymore, they just keep going until they shed their mortal form and become the shattered extradimensional husk of a machine-demon hivemind, their 'home' being their arcane blood-ritual computer megastructures scattered across innumerable dimensions. They ascended to Heaven and killed God long ago but they just keep going, there's always more power, more universes to consume; there's nothing else for them to do, nothing to care about, it all was harvested for the machines.
Then one time after a journey through SuperRainbowHell#73099 they're flying along and they spot a singular remnant of the old world - their old house in the distance, the cake still on the table and the farm-animals still happily ambling around; they stop for a solemn moment, reminiscing on how blissfully ignorant they used to be.
But they're too far gone, just too far gone to ever return, and they spy in an old portrait their blessed innocent smile, one of a feeling they'll never again know --
#minecraft#mineblr#modded minecraft#auri rambles#enjoy this manic fever dream of a post. I'm going to go pass out now#“Activities: Lose everything”
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Imu likes and dislikes
Likes
Bubble baths (surprisingly to a lot of people , but yes, Imu enjoys bubble baths because it’s relaxing.)
Gardening ( they grow a lot of flora from all over the one piece world.)
Raising butterflies ( their favorite butterflies species are the poisonous ones, their top pick are the zebra long wing butterflies because they have black and white wings.)
trolling in laws (I don’t need to elaborate any further)
Spoiling their descendants with gifts (there are yachts full of gifts “ yes, I know you don’t need any extra clothing but they just jumped into the cart on its own.”-imu)
xebec (in their own weird way)
trying new things ( Hey, they are like 800 something years old, 800 years to kill boredom, you might a well as have done everything at this point.)
collecting things ( what else they can do? So far , Imu has collected: coins, gemstones/jewels and precious metals , art pieces, luxury magazines, books, stamps and heck, even real estate and bounty posters. All of this is nothing compared to imu’s one mansion-like building dedicated and full of their collection of their designer wardrobes and outfits. There are wings for shoes, dresses ,coats , tops and bottom wear, and various accessories and jewelry. The building is connected to the main residence ,that imu lives, by a corridor skyway.That is not counting the clothing and outfits in the main residence and in imu’s vacation homes, they are the doubles of the clothing in the wardrobe building, the ones that imu actually wears.
their free/personal time ( the main reason why Imu kept their existence and identity as absolute secret from the world ,is not to maintain the lie that there is no singular ruler of the world.(even though that was debatable) but really so they can have their own privacy. It would be terribly annoying to have cameras flashing at them at every second of their life. They are also quite paranoid of their life. However, contrary to this, they still like looking cool and wanting to show it like a typical fashionista, so they run a luxury fashion magazine called lady N in secret, it is easy since only a handful of cipher pol agents, the world elders , some world nobles and relatives knows what they really look like. )
spas and pampering themselves with various spa stuff. (Same thing with the bubble baths, dealing with celestial dragons is super tiring and stressful )
having the power ( to do whatever they wanted and as a get out of jail free card, Imu did a lot of crazy wild stuff on their vacation days)
finding new entertainment (800 years can get people pretty bored out of their minds)
gourmet food and drink ( it can be tea time, coffee, multi courses meals , going to restaurants and critic them, and… there is a basement full of alcohol barrels and bottles.)
playing games (whether it’s sports or board games. If arcades,video games or mobile games existed, they would play those too and troll other players. They have a lot of time to kill.)
DISLIKES
99% of the current generation of the celestial dragons. ( imu thinks of them as annoying, whining and stupid children. They hated the fact the celestial dragons can’t control themselves and their behavior. Imu think it is because of the inbreeding problem of the celestial dragons since they can only marry each other to keep the bloodline “pure.” Another thing they dislike is slavery, contrary to what everyone thinks, no,imu does not like it. It makes their skin crawl.they are still joyboy’s child after all. However, this was only made possible by imu’s colleagues (the ancestors of the celestial dragons) during the void century war. imu just have to tolerate it and follow the motto of “mind your own business”)
the taste of alcohol gone bad ( what a waste of wine!)
the smell of cannabis in cigarettes (it stinks -imu)
in-laws (despite this, Imu doesn’t want them to die.)
Bad taste in fashion (imu is appalled at most of the people fashion choices)
marshal d teach (now this time ,imu really hates him enough to personally execute him)
pirates (this is due to hatred of xebec running off to continue his career as the main factor, along with other reasons.Imu was disappointed when yraif ran off to join the rocks pirates and furious when she married a pirate. They are only mildly disappointed when crocodile wants to be a pirate and they finally gave up when their great grandsons wanted to be a pirate.)
the incompetence of majority of the marines (we do not need to elaborate,just look at the one piece marines and now see how many actually captured criminals, sengoku is on the thin ice for not arresting teach right away.)
spoiled brats (ex. Celestial dragons)
absolute justice and passing sins of parents to children (it makes no sense to imu, by that logic, imu would have to kill themselves for being related to joyboy )
Discrimination (it’s pointless in their opinion)
psychopaths (ex. Doflamingo, it still ironic, since one can argue imu was one themselves )
sociopaths (ironic, since they are one themselves)
hypocrites ( arguably ironic)
potential in laws( people who seemingly to have a crush on one of imu’s family)
people who don’t work for their dreams and expect everything to be handed to them. (Ex. Celestial dragons)
will of the d? ( that is what it appears to be to separate themselves from the d clan, they personally don’t have a vendetta against them, unless you are Blackbeard)
nefertari family? ( no grudges against them, only tears up vivi’s poster cuz they thought vivi can be a potential in law , only mad at queen lili for writing embarrassing stuff about imu in the poneglyph and her actions causing poneglyphs scattered around the world, one of them contains the embarrassing stories of imu as a baby all recorded by dad joyboy. Imu is not happy with cobra for helping crocodile’s plan that got crocodile landed in jail (to get the world government to stop spying on the netfertari family and off of cobra’s back with out asking imu for assistance) but crocodile and cobra are still friends, so imu have to let it go.)
shirahosi? ( no personal vendettas against her other than her being a potential in law to worry about.)
#crazy headcanon idea#dumb crack idea#imu sama is luffy great grandmother#celestial dragons#imu sama#one piece#world nobles#op imu
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Touhou Fanwork Spotlight #27
Murder in Pseudo Paradise by donjuan
A series of deaths start occurring in Gensokyo, after Kosuzu finds a mysterious book with nothing written on its pages. Loosely based on the official music CD Dolls in Pseudo Paradise.
This is a sequel to Wheelchair Detective Satori
Title: Murder in Pseudo Paradise (蓬莱人形殺人事件)
Author: donjuan
Upload date: 2014-08-01
Translation: Moriya Salesman
SDM Level: 3
Kosuzu finds a strange book in Suzunaan and she immediately seeks to find out more about it. When it leads to her being witness to various deaths around Gensokyo she slowly begins to realize her role in this play, and sets off to get to the bottom of this mystery and expose the culprit behind the cases.
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Been waiting for this one.
The continuation of the fanwork that inspired this blog. The first series left a lasting impression on me, mostly due to its bizarre nature and art style, so I was looking forward to see what else could be done in this version of Gensokyo donjuan created. Especially since I’m also a big fan of DiPP. And it was great.
Instead of having various cases that may be somewhat related to each other this time around there’s one big convoluted riddle to solve, involving a bunch of different actors and motivations clashing with each other. Which I think works better for playing along and making up your own theories about what’s gonna happen next. The bigger cast of characters also leads to more unexpected and interesting interactions.
While there is obviously parallels to DiPP (which I recommend reading) it also brings its own new stuff and twists to the table, plus the fact that it actually makes the story work within the current world of Gensokyo.
It takes the time it needs to construct an elaborate story and flesh out the details, and while it gives just enough hints to point you in the right direction things can still get very cryptic at times. You can’t take anything for granted here. Anything. There’s a lot of pieces and it’s all a matter of finding the right ones.
The comedy aspect is more subsided this time around though, putting more focus on the overarching mystery along with all its drama and twists. Oh but the bits are still here and they’re as amazing and clashing as ever. You could still even say the whole thing is a bit.
Again art is Very Good, I love it. Full of color and expression, almost psychedelic at times, with very stylized designs. The choice of music is also great, outside of the picks from DiPP of course. This series also gets one main opening to tie everything together but certain episodes still get unique animations, and they’re all once again very stylish. Really does make the whole thing seem like an anime of sorts. Also Kosuzu gets some good cardio during them.
I think it far surpasses the previous work in both scale and presentation and I really hope to see more of this world in the future.
Good Fuck!
Content warning: mild gore, suicide
Some episodes contain flashing lights (mainly during the openings)
English translation on Youtube
Original on Niconico || donjuan’s niconico
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4, 17 and 23, for the ask game!
4. favorite thing to draw
Quite a few things, hair and hands are very high on the list along with clothing and folds in general.
17. what do you love getting compliments about
Any compliment, no matter how weird it can look like, makes me happy really. But like some other artists, specific comments are pleasant to hear. Like people saying they feel things when looking at my art, how it inspires them to do something or complimenting specific parts such as hands* (yes please do look at the hands, they're pretty right?? Sometimes not but still!), eyes, expressions, composition etc...
*i don't have a hand kink i swear
23. what's something you hope people notice when looking at your art
Echoing a bit question 17, of course i'd like people to see pretty things but there is more than fancy glitters. I hope everytime that people are able to see further than the shape to feel what is there to feel and experience. Experience a story only told via gestures and expressions where words aren't always needed or don't say as much as actions. Overall, i think i just want people to notice the feelings behind pieces (or even doodles, though not everything is elaborate and filled with deep meanings of course) and reflect on it, may it be a simple vibe to notice or a more complex story to read with delicate hues of greys and tiny details instead of harsh black and whites (not talking about visually).
#ask game#when i think of it#it might be one of the reasons of why i like soukoku so much#you can say so much with the deep trust they have with each other#that and their complex characters you can't define with a single trope#yeah them and crowley x aziraphale#pure gold
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I decided to redraw an old fandom piece as an original, to use as a portfolio piece, because I'm really struggling to create new art. The only fandomy thing about it is what the character is wearing, and I've always liked the piece, so it seemed like a prime candidate for a redraw. It's essentially a bust in a style similar to art nouveau. Nothing groundbreaking, but it looks nice and I'm hoping it'll help me feel more confident in making something that is actually new.
It feels so strange though. I opened the file, made it mostly transparent, and went to start drawing a circle for where the head should be under the details... But it feels like im tracing someone else's work. Not in a "this is cheating" or "I feel guilty reusing my old art" way, because it's not and I don't-- I think this is a solid strategy to revive the very, very dead artistic drive I once had. The piece is just so different from my current "work" (or maybe lack thereof) that it feels like a different person made it.
Everything I've made, or more accurately tried to make, for the past several years has been made mostly out of desperation. I'm desperate to get into a school, get a degree, get out of my shitty job and into something less shitty at the least. It's killed my creativity over and over, I feel like the very few finished pieces I have made really do look and feel desperate and stressed, that it comes through no matter the subject. Everything recent is poisoned by the pressure of making something good enough to warrant scholarship, to so thoroughly impress someone I haven't met yet that they'll save me from my own miserable life.
This older piece was made because I wanted to make it. Because I thought it looked nice, because it was fun. I knew it wouldn't be for a portfolio ever, and though I wanted it to get social media attention, the stakes were exceedingly low. I wasn't happy with my life when I drew that piece either, but I remember making art all the time, I remember it being easier, something to do for fun. I say I remember it, because I know it was true once, but I don't remember what that feels like anymore.
This isn't burnout, this is something else. I'm 29, trans and too poor to transition, have living relatives but no "family" other than my partner and my best friend, and my life savings is $250 in a jar. I have no degree and seemingly no options, I'm more or less paycheck to paycheck. I work full time and my mental health is so horrific that there's little time for me to complete basic tasks, like eating and cleaning, let alone time to dedicate to practicing art and making new pieces I genuinely want to make. I filled out fafsa and qualify for less than 12k student aid, over 9k of which is just direct loans. I'm already in 10k student debt from being pressured to go to a shitty university fresh out of highschool a decade ago, and my credit score isn't great. I don't want more loans even if I could get them, but I don't have the talent or experience to get an art job without a degree. I don't have a real portfolio, my art is painfully obviously student level. I don't know what to do. I desperately need top surgery and I feel like I'm constantly putting off everything else in my life because I haven't "accomplished" either of these things, because I should be saving for one or the other, because everything costs thousands of dollars and I bring home like $400 a week killing myself slowly in retail.
I have a significant breakdown about my life almost every other week now. I'm really trying to go through the motions of what I should do to improve things, but it's exhausting. Instead of daydreaming about the life I want anymore, I just daydream about joining a cult so I wouldn't have to think anymore (I'm jealous of the Jesus people, it's a new low for me!) or think about really elaborate, convoluted ways to die (there are so many fascinating poisons!) I know I can't live like this forever, but I don't know how to make my life better fast enough. I really do want it to get better.
I guess if anyone sees this and has been in my shoes and lived to tell the tale, tell me what I'm missing. And for the love of god, don't say it's patience.
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Sweetness Comes Later | Rated E/NC17 | 5/12
Summary: “Sometimes meetings with the Southern Water Tribe Ambassador happen late at night. In the Fire Lord's chambers. With minimal clothing.”
A/N: [Double Update Weekend!] Inspired by amazing nsfw/18+ art by @peachmilkpanda on twitter, who's been single handedly feeding the fandom Buff Zuko™ all year. Give this woman her mf roses already! (ง •̀_•́)ง
FULL CHAPTER (#4) UNDER THE CUT!
With four hours to kill, Katara spends the first reviewing the day’s documents, making new notes on what needs elaborating and what older files should be pulled to help them along when they convene again. She spends the second standing on the balcony of her room, shifting through wind-down forms in a bid to help relieve some of the tension that comes with trying to hold the world together with pieces of paper.
“Maybe we should revert to writing things in stone?” She ponders, staring out the gardens far below, but then she remembers that there are earthbenders like Toph who think rearranging words on ancient rocks is funny, and promptly decides against the idea.
“Metal?” She wonders, but again: Toph. “Of course not. Yue help us all...”
The second hour ticks by, bleeding into the third. Katara trades her wind-downs for wine, one she’d brought back from the Fire Nation’s far Eastern Isles, made of fire lily and moonpeach.
She is fully dressed, still—hasn’t drawn her bath yet.
Something in her is holding out. Something in her wants the infuriating amount of slick between her legs to be revealed instead of washed away.
That something is the very reason why she hasn’t touched herself, either.
Katara pours a second drink as she paces at the space in front of her bed. Perhaps she should bathe and get it over with—she knows she won’t get caught on her way to the Royal Wing, but it would probably be best to operate on the scenario that if she were found, at least she wouldn’t be found by foolishly wearing the day’s clothes while sneaking about.
Just as she sighs, just as she swoops her hair into her hands to twist it into a bun atop her head; just as she takes the first step towards the open shoji screen to her bathroom; there is a knock at her door.
Her stomach roils and flips. Katara drops her hands from her hair and reminds herself that it could be anyone—it wouldn’t be the first time someone needed her for an emergency at this hour.
That thought drowns away the desire in her gut and puts a pep into her step. “Yes?” She calls, quickly reaching to undo the lock. “Who is it?”
But it isn’t just anyone on the other side of her door.
“Zuko!” The smile that pulls at her mouth is instantaneous—gods has she missed him—but the niggling of worry does not leave. She was supposed to go to him, and not for another hour at that. “Hi,” she says, “I thought that—is everything alright? Is there—”
“May I come in?”
Her mouth audibly clicks shut at his stoic tone. She realizes with a breath that he is still as dressed as she is, crown in place both physically and metaphorically, atop his head and in the way he is holding himself.
This is the Fire Lord, not her friend. Not her lover.
Katara straightens. “Of course. Where are you coming from?” She asks, stepping aside, easing the door closed. “What happened? Is there an—oh.”
Her questions die quickly on her lips. Warm hands slide over her exposed waist, gooseflesh instantly raising in their wake. She is moving—being moved. Backed up. Caged in.
Zuko envelopes her.
Katara’s breath hitches as he rests his forehead against hers, pins her frame against the door with his own. His scent streams up her nose, swarthy and spiked with the tang of fresh ozone; the mouthwatering nearness of him. As instantly as her desire had washed away it washes back in, a tsunami, a roaring flood in her veins. Her concern, momentarily backburned. His hands are hot where they grace over her, searching; as brimstone as the disdain she hears in Zuko’s voice when he deigns to speak.
“One more meeting,” the pronouncement comes out in a frustrated growl, a hot hand melding to her exposed hip, his other just shy of her throat. Zuko lowers his head, his teeth at her bare shoulder in an abrupt display of urgent, greedy promise, “just one more with the—the insolence—I should strip the entire council of their stations, all of them, those contemptuous, arrogant fools. Wasting my time with—with nonsense, keeping me away from—” Zuko rears back, and all at once, with needle-like sharpness and accuracy, all of his disdain narrows in on her.
Zuko snarls.
“You.”
Katara swallows a positively delighted whimper.
“Did you really think that you could walk back into my palace, dressed like this—acting like that—? I mean just look at you. You have been so completely, utterly, outrageously fucking distracting that I—”
Katara beats back a whine, a retort, as Zuko stops his string of words to suck in a deep breath through his gritted teeth. His words, as rambled as they are, too easily entice the part of her that wants to tease—the part that wants to lean forward and capture that curled bottom lip between her own teeth and tell him to shut up and just bite back.
It outweighs the other part of her that wants to tell him to stay. To stay right here, with her, and forget everything else for the night...
Katara instead bites her tongue.
This is still the Fire Lord in front of her, all barely reticent temper and seeping virulent vehemence—he hadn’t come to her as just him; as just Zuko.
As much as she desires to press forward, against him, to run cooled hands over his neck and her fingertips across his scalp, to sigh out her wants against his lips—so close to hers as he leans back in to crowd her breathing space—she holds.
Zuko’s blazen eyes flash as he stares at her. Into her. He wants something, and she cannot yet see what. There is too little and too much to read there, an intensity that sends a tingling shiver down her spine. His voice is pitched into a low, ardent rumble when he says his next words, says I hate when you leave with the barest hint of a crack; and for a glimpse, a long and out of pace heartbeat, the heat he’d stormed in with abates by a degree.
“Ruin always follows in your absence.” Zuko’s gravelly, rasping growl nearly touches on tenderness, in complete contrast to the way that he presses her body harder, suggestively, into the door at her back.
Katara’s core flutters. New wetness pools between her legs—that vehemence is still there. That dangerous, knife-sharp edge.
Fire Lord.
Not Zuko.
“Katara.” The Fire Lord’s growl turns into a purr. “Tell me that I can have this.”
[Read the next chapter on AO3!]
#zutara#zutara fic#avatar the last airbender#atla fanfic#zuko x katara#katara x zuko#chapter 5 is up!#comment replies soon!#thanks everyone <333#***#atla#two tumblr posts in a day?#who even am i
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Babylon (2022) Review
Internet can rejoice - we have finally been given the full scale Hollywood treatment for the famous ‘Bully Maguire’ meme. What a time to be alive!
Plot: A tale of outsized ambition and outrageous excess, it traces the rise and fall of multiple characters during an era of unbridled decadence and depravity in early Hollywood.
So far I have enjoyed everything that director Damien Chazelle had to offer. Whiplash was thrilling and suspenseful; La La Land was my favourite film of that year; and First Man managed to make a Neil Armstrong movie stand out from generic biopic tropes. So of course I was going to see his new Babylon movie, even though I was well aware of the mixed critical and audience responses to it. Having now seen it, I must say its a shame that film will go down as “that 2022 box office flop that starred Brad Pitt and Margot Robbie”. For though its far from perfect, Babylon is a very entertaining movie and one that offers a lot to analyse for those who love cinema. But let’s elaborate...
From the opening scene you can tell that this movie is going to be a raunchy chaotic cascade of Hollywood elites’ debauchery. For better or worse, in the first 5 minutes you get to enjoy an elephant defecate right onto the camera in unnecessary detail, and then 5 minutes later there’s a woman urinating on an oversized naked man who may or may not be Brendan Fraser from The Whale. Yes, it’s that kind of movie, no strings attached so to speak. There’s plenty of grotesque imagery involved, and it’s basically The Wolf of Wall Street set in Hollywood, only with less cussing yet just as much sex. It’s a very energetic movie, that never really takes a moment to breathe and instead just keeps slapping the audience in the face with chaos upon chaos upon chaos for over 3 hours. And yes, this movie is 3 hours long and you feel it. However within all this madness there is an underlining message of the ever-growing nature of cinema, celebrating its longevity and influence through the many changes that it faces. Its the idea that even though, according to Chazelle, Hollywood is the modern day Babylon aka the city of sin, through all the partying and vulgar behaviour all these people together are part of something bigger than all of them, something important. Brad Pitt’s character passionately argues about the movies being “fine art”, and that message comes across strongly in this movie. And yes, through all the mess this is actually a very good looking movie. The set pieces and costume design are all on another level. There’s so much colour and glamour in every scene, and also the score, we need to talk about the music!
Chazelle is no stranger to music, and manages to again include a lot of jazz and trumpets throughout Babylon. He once again has Justin Hurwitz doing the music, and the score plays a major part in supporting the many ongoing themes of the film. There are the tender romantic notes of ‘Manny and Nellie’s Theme’ to the maddening trumping trumpets of Voodoo Mama during the hectic partying set pieces, and then the blending of Hurwitz score with the orchestral classic of Mussorgsky’s “Night on Bald Mountain” during the movie’s look at 1920′s roaring film sets, symbolising, again, the mayhem and disarray of it all. And then there’s Li Jun Li singing songs about the female genitalia, cause, you, city of sin and all that. My point is though the music really amplified the atmosphere and honestly I’ll happily listen to the score outside of the film also, it’s that good.
The performances are all great of course too. Margot Robbie plays the American Dream-obsessed self absorbed starlet well, and Robbie throws herself into all the bedlam that Chazelle gives her, and Brad Pitt....well, I mean its Brad Pitt. You know what you get from the guy. Always solid and reliable and damn cool. Diego Calva is the only character that you can somewhat sympathise with and want to follow, as he’s the only one apparently in this version of Hollywood that isn’t a total prick. Calva does well being the eyes of the audience. We also have a load of other character fly by. From the many wives of Brad Pitt’s character played by the likes of Olivia Wilde and Katherine Waterston, to Jean Smart’s Hollywood writer/critic/gossip columnist who mockingly observes from afar the rise and fall of these people, to the aforementioned Tobey Maguire playing a giggling creepy mob boss, who is very over the top and has really ugly teeth, but again, for internet fans of ‘Bully Maguire’ this one’s a real treat. That being said, Maguire’s role is slightly more than a cameo, and also his part felt like it was part of a completely different movie. His section is very good and entertaining to watch, but again brings me to my main issue with the film...
Where Babylon falls short is in its ambition. It tries to tell so many stories all at once, as such making its central theme of chaos be also a detriment to the movie as a whole. It feels all over the place and as an audience member it becomes difficult to get attached to any specific narrative thread. Also through all the orgies, drug use, dancing and partying, I must say some of the raunchiness was definitely unnecessary and done for the sake of. Like say the elephant pooping or when Robbie’s character projectile vomits all over another person. Those parts didn’t add to anything and felt like Chazelle was seeing how much he could get away with. Also, I appreciate all the love for cinema, but at times this movie felt really pretentious and full of itself. The 1952 Singin’ in the Rain film plays a major ongoing part in this movie, and at the end Calva’s character is sitting in a movie theatre watching that film. Chazelle then proceeds to give us a montage of how cinema progresses through the years right up to modern day, and that felt overly indulgent. Like we get the message - cinema is art. No need to knock us over the head with it.
Babylon is an overstuffed and exhausting movie that at 3 hours is way too long. However its full of entertaining moments and great performances, and you’ll never find yourself bored. If you like The Wolf of Wall Street at 1920s Hollywood, then this one is for you. If you like seeing animals taking massive dumps, well then brother you’re about to watch the best movie of your entire life!
Overall score: 7/10
#babylon#damien chazelle#brad pitt#margot robbie#diego calva#2022#2022 in film#2022 films#justin hurwitz#babylon review#babylon 2022#movie reviews#film reviews#movie#film#cinema#tobey maguire#jean smart#jovan adepo#li jun li#comedy#drama#history#music#hollywood#katherine waterston#olivia wilde#samara weaving#spike jonze#flea
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The following is brought to you by Talos Inc, provider of quality augmentations, and cybernetics, imported directly from Crepusculum.
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“You see I’ve always been a man who prized knowledge above all else. The endless pursuit of it. Realizing that there will always be something more. This extends to my work. Perfection is not a goal, perfection is a process. You research better ways of doing things, always making your wares that much better than they were last time.”
Flipping open a case sitting in front of him and lifting out what looked to be a battle axe. The blade was made out of a strange black metal that shimmered in the light. “In my pursuit of knowledge I found myself face to face with something extraordinary. This axe is made from the material Doctor Drake spoke to you about. It’s one of the few examples we have that aren’t sitting behind glass in a museum.”
“Naturally I wished to know more. I found a treasure trove of information and with all due respect to Doctor Drake, a few parts of his story are missing.”
“When the meteor fell and struck one of the islands in the Perditus sea, it did indeed bring something with it. As Doctor Drake said...something that wasn’t part of our natural order. Something that certainly didn’t belong here.” A few pieces of ancient scrolls are shown, unknown creatures are depicted scurrying out of a crater. Another scroll shows people of an ancient civilization overwhelmed by them.
“The largest island in the Perditus sea was home to a technologically advanced civilization. It’s said they were in possession of a device that could grant the desires of whomever activated it. Unfortunately shortly after it was created they were attacked by these beings that fell from the sky.”
“Try as they might their civilization was torn apart. In a last ditch effort, the device was activated. The desire of the people was to destroy the invaders. The device was capable of this..but the cost was great. Everything on the island was wiped out, the island itself sinking beneath the waves.”
“The Perditus sea..if found could contain unfathomable knowledge. The old pirate vaults could hold weapons such as this axe. One may even be able to find the meteor itself..think of what we could do if we found the source of this metal.”
“Now I urge those of you setting sail to be cautious, you never know what dangers the great seas will throw at you.”
“Now, all that being said should you require more information about anything I’ve talked about you may feel free to contact me. Sharing knowledge is quite important.”
“Also, remember if you find yourself in need of some new augmentations, or cybernetics..look no further. You will find our shops in Aurora Vale, Diamond District, Solis Heights, and Evergreen Basin. I do look forward to seeing you soon.”
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Endgame spoilers for AI The Somnium Files abound, play the best part of Uchikoshi's wild ride (said by someone who hasn't seen anything before his Zero Escape stuff).
Can't believe this started with me just wanting to draw my own take on a non-mask wearing Date in Nirvana Initiative and then evolved (devolved, even) into wanting to draw character-centric pieces on the various Dates that then further changed into wanting to work on actually adding background to works which just turned into "make most of it black, but draw attention to symbolism."
Kinda funny I got less content with each subsequent image, with the first being the one I'm most confident in. The faces just got more and more scuffed as I had to draw them from different angles to any references I have. Something to practice on, I suppose.
The first piece could be called "SINKIN' IN THE CAPTaiN'S BRaiN," since it's meant to combine the background of the two of Date' Somnium and their shared motif of being places where to interact with things, light needs to be on them. Which I have thoughts about, thoughts about natural Dadte, but now's not the time.
The second piece, similarly, could be called "VaiNLY PSYNCIN' IN THE CHaiN," or "CHaiNED, PSYNCIN' IN THE VaiN." Depends on whether you want to think of it as Saito pridefully entering Date's mind full force, or Date being forced to drown within Saito. I am horribly curious what PSYNCIN' IN THE CHaiN looked like from Saito's PoV, though. I wonder if it shared the usual motif, or if the topic of discussion being very forcefully turned to something generally unhappy would shift the Somnium's paradigm.
The third piece does not have an elaborate title, since it focuses the least on giving a proper background. It was made to be similar to the final Mental Lock in PSYNCIN' IN THE CAPTaiN, but also reminiscent of the game's cover art. I suppose you could call it... "PSYNCIN' IN THE MIRai"? But, that doesn't suit as much. Actually, to follow the idea of it being my weak spin on NI Date, we could call it "New Invitation." Or something.
Now, the important part. The Date. There isn't really much I could do on him that hasn't been done before, but that's fine. We all build together and all that. I first wanted it to be, a Date that wore his usual clothes but in a way Falco would have worn them. That is, open jacket, and replacing his sweater with a button-up purple and black-striped shirt. Showing off his chest, the whore.
Problem is, Date's usual jacket has huge fucking crossover. Any IRL equivalent I could think of usually had a vest-cut for the neck, instead of some fucking Nomura-type neck protector. So, I had to content myself with not showing off as much of the Datitties as I would have hoped. Instead, his jacket looks all poofs at the side, which is a poorly made attempt at showing that there's an invisible wind blowing everything to the right side of the image, as weakly shown in left-Date's hair being blown back and Falco's jacket being blown forward. Very, very weakly, when I consider how not as much detail as I would hope is conveyed in the pictures I took... how do I rectify that? Take closer pictures?
Whatever, next. Date has his hair in a ponytail, which you can vaguely see over his left shoulder. It's so grey compared to the rest of his hair, because I thought, "Ah, what if in the six year gap Date grew his hair out in his ignorance, and got some of it dyed by, I dunno, a friend he met, and made it the same shade as the mask he kept as a memento from whatever life he led before he woke up memory-less." Some of his lower hair near his neck is dyed, too.
Date's right hand is gloved and his left hand is ungloved because I thought it looked cool, shut up. Also, he has his right hand over his face because I decided that's what he does when he Wink Psyncs. Mizuki gives a peace sign, Ryuki shows off his respect to the aliens, Date listens to his inner-Saito (the part that is a dramatic bitch, not the serial killer part) and poses like an anime villain losing it.
#ai the somnium files#kaname date#saito sejima#art#I made their right hands match#First one has a closed fist with the pointer finger stretched#Second is the palm laid flat out#And third is a clawed hand#Falco is chasing Iris and Hitomi's right hand in the third picture#Cause he wants to desperately protect those things but failed anyways#God I made his and Left-Date's faces bad in the third picture#Side-ons should not be that difficult#Not that Falco's face in the second picture is anything to write home about either
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This post is part of a series explaining the step-by-step process I use to enhance a set of minis that come with a board game. The whole series is tagged #KP2023SCY to make it easier to find.
Equipment and Materials
Painting the pieces is a great way to personalize a board game and make it more fun and easier to play. You will need a few things to get started, and the hobby of painting miniatures can go pretty deep if you love it hard enough. In this post, we'll look at the stuff that makes it all work. This list is far from exhaustive, but should give a good overview of the hobby.
Needed
Minis
Just to start with the obvious, you'll need a game with pieces you want to enhance. This can be something as elaborate as the figures in Scythe, Clank Legacy, and Marvel United; or you can give your Sorry pawns a fresh look and tattoo all your meeples.
Paint
Acrylic paints are the defacto standard of the craft. They dry quickly, dilute and clean up with water, and tend to be generally easy to work with. Model acrylics are engineered to make easy work, but I've used mid- and low-priced art acrylics as well. The experience tends to be like using dollar store crayons instead of name brand, but it is absolutely possible to get good results with all but the worst of paints.
Palette
Somewhere to hold your paints up between the bottle and the mini. This can be as simple as a paper plate. Dimple trays are widely accessible. I've seen people use glass or tile as a pallet. I have one that is literally an offcut of thin board with some primer on it.
Brush
Finger painting exists, and you actually can use it on minis if that floats your boat. Most people like a tuft on a stick because it gives a bit more precision.
A good natural hair brush with a sharp tip can make painting an absolute pleasure! I also have a blue plastic stick with some heavy nylon strands on the end that came with a dirt cheap watercolor set, and I use the thing sometimes! If you have a sharp-tipped brush in the house, you can probably do something amazing with it. As usual, better equipment will fight back less often.
Water
You don't have to thin your paints, but you'll get better results if you do (especially in the beginning).
You do have to clean your minis before you paint them because oils from your hands, manufacturing residue, and miscellaneous dirt will all make it harder for the paint to stick. Soap and cool water, scrub with a toothbrush. For bonus points, scrub again with isopropanol to make sure you've got everything as clean as it can be!
Enough light
When you can't see what you're doing, it probably isn't a magnification issue. (If you need magnification, use it!) More often than I'd like, the answer is to bounce some more photons off those tiny details and they pop right out.
Nice to have
Sable hair brushes
Natural brushes are more supple and responsive. They cost more, but they last a long time if you take good care of them.
Round brushes
These will help you improve your dry brushing game. Dry brushing let's you hit just the high spots on a surface, and it's just easier with a round brush.
Wet palette
The short drying time is one of the features that make acrylic paints so popular. But if you're going to spend a good chunk of the day painting, you'll probably have a lot of paint dry out on the palette. Wet palettes can help us avoid this waste. You can buy a commercial wet palette, or you can build one with a couple paper towels and some baking paper in a small tray.
Primers
Helps the paint stick to the mini, and provides opportunities for underpainting.
Hobby knife and sand paper
Lots of minis have lines and other marks from the molding process. It's nice to smooth those out before you paint.
Glue
Allows you to add things to the mini if you are so inclined.
Getting deeper
Air brush
Uses compressed air to turn paint into a fine mist and push it forward. This tool offers speed and lets you use the shapes of the mini to do some of the work for you.
Plastic cement
Less a glue and more a solvent that welds bits of plastic permanently together
Modeling compound and sculpting tools
Good for constructing custom parts and covering up gaps left by assembly.
Tufts
Pre-made bits of plastic designed to look like grass. Gives your mini somewhere to be standing.
#board games#minis#miniatures#mini painting#painting minis#miniatures painting#painting miniatures#art#how to#board game customization#customizing board games#equipment#materials#KP2023SCY
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From Farmhouse to Chateau: How to Incorporate European French Furniture into Different Home Styles and Décor Themes
The word chateau is French for castle, and it’s precisely that - a castle. The term chateau has been used to refer to the most impressive homes in France for centuries. Whether you live in a farmhouse in the countryside or a high-end apartment in the city, finding a good piece of handcrafted European French furniture is vital to making your living space feel like a chateau.
This post will provide an overview of what makes up a typical French estate and how you can use these elements to create your own version of European chic in any home or apartment.
French furniture is known for its style and craftsmanship from the country's long fine art and architecture history. It's often ornate and detailed, made with wood and painted or lacquered to bring out the natural beauty of its material properties. French furniture makers have produced high-quality pieces since the 17th century when Louis XIV ruled France under his "Sun King" moniker (and commissioned many lavish decorations).
When you're considering incorporating French style into your home decorating scheme, it can be helpful to think about how this kind of design has evolved over time and where we might see its influence today:
French furniture styles can be divided into four categories: Baroque, Rococo, Neoclassical, and Louis XV, XVI, and XIV.
The Baroque style was popular in the 17th century, characterized by ornate details and dramatic curves. In contrast, Rococo evolved from Baroque but was more elaborate, with even more delicate curves than its predecessor.
The Neoclassical style emerged when European culture wanted to distance itself from the excesses of previous eras, such as those seen during Louis XIV's reign (1643-1715). This trend continued into mid-18th century France where furniture makers produced pieces inspired by ancient Greek architecture mixed with Roman sculptures.
When you want to incorporate handcrafted European French furniture into your home, think about the current style and how these pieces will best accent your décor.
Contemporary homes: The clean lines and simple, minimalist furniture of a contemporary home match European French furniture. In such a space, you can easily incorporate pieces painted white or another neutral color to give them an airy look.
Traditional homes: Traditional homes tend to have more ornate pieces in their decorating scheme, which means they won't necessarily be as compatible with European French furniture styles. If you want to add some of these items to your home's décor theme but still want it to feel like part of your overall design plan, try pairing them with other decorative elements from different eras. This will help keep things balanced so everything doesn't feel too heavy-handed on either side.
Modern homes: Modern interiors often feature sleek lines and minimalistic designs. However, this doesn't mean there aren't ways to incorporate handcrafted European French furniture pieces into such spaces without making them look out-of-place or clashing with other elements.
It would help if you considered the overall scale of the room. For example, if you have an entryway with high ceilings or a dining room accommodating large tables, European French furniture will look best when paired with antique pieces from different eras (i.e., Victorian or Art Deco).
Also, remember the layout. If your living room has limited seating options because of its design, adding additional seating options through chairs like sofas can help open things up visually while keeping everything organized in its little corner. Think about functionality. Do you need extra storage space? Do people often walk by this table? Will it make more sense for them to walk around instead? What kind of lighting do these chairs get from the window light alone?
Finally, consider your style. Many handcrafted European French furniture pieces work well with art and other accessories that can showcase the furniture while blending well into your décor.
European French Furniture is a beautiful addition to any home, but it's essential to consider how it will fit into your space. With so many different styles and designs available, there is something for everyone. If you want something more traditional or antique-inspired, check out our selection at Versailles Design Center.
We look forward to supplying your home with everything needed to elevate it to a stunning Chateau.
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i might as well paste some of the art-idea-descriptions collecting dust in my notes, because there is at least a trace of beauty in that?
long post below
Idk if anyone will read these but if you do actually try to follow along with my ridiculous mania brain scramble adventure, I do appreciate that. i'm so used to being isolated that part of my brain still doesn't recognize that like.. i exist in the minds of other people ._. and they look at my art.
i don't have any life whatsoever IRL aside from sometimes going & walking in circles and so my whole life instead is about flying thru these magical alien fractal dimensions with my cute living airplanes and so on. if i could just finish them i would be content but still working on that.
revisiting these months later i see just how absolutely over the top nonsensical they are but that was part of the fun so yeah. if i was less disabled then these all would be done already but, maybe someday. there are still those rare ones that did happen.
some of these about illustration scenes, others about story plans, a few game ideas. a lot of these were reworked/refactored a dozen times or are still WIP. like 1% of the total ideas
I imagine someone trying to read these and just getting a Darkest Dungeon +22 sanity damage popup over your head
(first one got a sketch)
alright im going to bed(just kidding this post took 4 days)
(after i made this post i came across even more files that i just forgot existed. like i will just hyperfixate and write down an entire elaborate new coherent worldbuilding subsetting & plots involved. and just completely forget about it until 3 whole years later. some day this may be reconciled into a semblance of sanity)
i realized a lot of important things lately reworking my entire art-habit; most importantly that i need to be focusing more on efficient manners of communication. and not trying to make everything in hyperdetailed scenes with professional-level gesture and designs and anatomy and environments and effects --
..yeah just making 'readable colored sketch' would be okay enough i think. it isn't easy because the moment i see something isn't master-level perfect i want to spend weeks reworking it or doing anatomy studies or whatever; and ironically that ended up reducing my art quality because i would do so few finished pieces overall.
i have the exact same problem with writing actually - like focusing only on my most quixotic ideas, wanting to tie everything together in this massive overcomplex network of overlapping stories and subsettings (and like 4 animatics), and no surprise that also resulted in nothing presentable. but i actually do have nice short story scenes and will finally focus on that more.
i had another realization writing this post that i actually just overcomplicate everything because i have 9 windows open with a bunch of my scene-paintings and my 100k words of art ideas and 10+ tumblr drafts and my eldritch monstrosity nightmare of a PureRef file. honestly amazed my brain has not exploded physically at this point.
someone please banish me to the forest and make me draw with rocks on the ground for a month to fix me
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#auri rambles#i still want to make the roblox game#and From the Depths livingmachine ocs#and 20 animatics#and the multilayered multiplayer minecraft meta music video thing#and um#an elaborate multiplayer PvPvE creature roguelike game idea that hasnt been posted but will totally happen#science based dragon mmo moment#screma#scream#cry#A#give me my 9 dimensional ravelight harmonyweaver body pls i dont like this one
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How to Make a Beautiful Landscape Design
How to Make a Beautiful Landscape Design
Here are some suggestions for creating a beautiful and useful landscape design:
Make your entrance. You only get one chance to create a first impression, as the adage goes. Make your entryway the first thing people notice when they pass by or visit your business, therefore make it distinctive. You may have two entrances: one from the street and one from your building. Passers-by will be drawn in by an eye-catching sign surrounded by vibrant, brilliant flowers, while complimentary hues and maple ridge retaining walls features in front of your building's entry will pull the eye to the door. The entrance to your front door should be welcoming while also standing out. You want them to know they've arrived at the correct spot.
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Consider contrast. Instead of a large cluster of yellow flowers, why not experiment with contrasting colors like red and purple? By choosing contrasting colors, your landscape will be much more visually interesting and engaging.
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While planning your landscape, keep in mind The Big Picture: what do you want your landscape to say about your business? Should it be sleek and modern? Professional and traditional? Serene and relaxing? Whatever your message, your design should compliment your building and your business, not overpower it. Stand out, but not stick out.
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