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mouschiwrites · 2 months

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Thinking thoughts about these guys again

Creepypasta/MH - Things That Make Them Think of You

Characters: Jeff the Killer, Jane the Killer, Clockwork, Nina the Killer, Tim/Masky, "Ticci" Toby

Jeff the Killer

Violence. Specifically, committing it

I know that sounds bad, but he gets so high off of that stuff

The adrenaline rushing through his veins, the wild smile that comes to his face, the noise, the sights... it's euphoria for him

And when he reaches his peak, endorphins at maximum saturation, that's when he thinks of you

It's almost like he subconsciously asks himself if there's anything in the world that could make him happy like this, and his subconscious responds by conjuring an image of you

As if he couldn't get any happier, thinking of you just pushes him higher

This happens a lot...

He'll be killing someone, already over the moon, then he'll blast to Mars when he thinks of you

And he starts associating you with violence; even if you're the gentlest person in the world

It's the happiness it brings him that links it to you

Though if you're a psycho (affectionate) like him, there might be another reason he associates it with you lol

It just gets worse over time; eventually he can't even see other people committing violent acts without thinking of you

He'll be watching a horror movie, and blood will splatter the screen and he'll be like: Nice. Y/n's nice too. Y/n... <3

Jane the Killer

Quite the opposite of Jeff; it's the quiet moments that get her thinking of you

(my reasoning is confusing but I'll try my best to explain T-T)

And there are two reasons for this

One, because whenever she gets a moment to think to herself, her brain always wants to think of you first

Maybe it's just hunting that hit of dopamine it gets when she imagines your smile, or the way your hands feel in hers...

Or maybe it's just that it's become a habit for her to think of you so often, so it's second-nature that she does so when she gets the chance

But the second reason is that she loves peace, and you are her peace :)

She's a vengeful person with a lot of turmoil inside, so when her environment is peaceful, she tries to follow suit

She's just taking what she can get before she has to go back to hate and obsession

So she imagines the peaceful things in her life

Namely, you

Even if you're not a very peaceful person, she feels at ease when she's with you

So, when it's quiet, she thinks of you to quiet herself

Memories of forehead touches and holding hands are more than enough to fill the silence :)

Clockwork

Literally everything.

I’ve mentioned this in a previous post, but Clockwork will find the most random things that remind her of you

She’s got a very creative mind; she can find the subtlest of things that make her think of you

Oftentimes they’ll be disturbing things…. Like a dead animal or smth

But she gets a little smile when she thinks of you anyway :)

She’ll probably send you a picture of whatever it was that reminded her of you

So you’ll just get a text out of nowhere like:

[picture of a dead wasp] “thought of you <3”

After a while you’ll learn to just not ask

Because you’ll definitely get one of these texts AT LEAST every other day, if not every day

Sometimes they’re actually nice things though! Like a song or a pretty sunset :)

Or something she saw while shopping that made her think of you; she always makes sure to steal …obtain those things

And ofc she gifts them to you 😌

Nina the Killer

I think it depends on your aesthetic

To me, Nina is someone who’s very in tune with aesthetics

Even if yours is super niche, or it doesn’t fit under a specific category like “emo” or “butch” or even “clowncore,” she’s got it DOWN

And so it’s always things that fit your aesthetic that make her think of you

Maybe it’s a view: a dark forest, a bright sunset in your favorite color, a sunny park, an eerily empty sidewalk…

Maybe it’s clothing: pants, shirts, dresses, jackets… always the exact kind of thing you’d wear :)

Maybe it’s music: she listens to music like. All the time. So she’s definitely at least dipped her toes into a genre that’s so totally you

Or maybe it’s something miscellaneous: a pop tart flavor, a blanket, a picture, the color on a soda dispenser…

No matter what it is, you’re guaranteed to love it

She always manages to surprise you with yet another random thing perfectly suited to your aesthetic

And she’s always on the hunt for more >;)

If it’s something she can physically bring to you, you best believe she will though

And if you decide you hate it (you won’t, but maybe later when your aesthetic changes), you guys light a bonfire and burn it together :)

Tim/Masky

It’s a Polaroid picture of you

He’s not in the picture; it’s just you

The flash is on, illuminating you and leaving the background in dark obscurity

He took it himself one night when he was just enamored with the way you looked

He did it casually, just telling you to look at the camera

The rest was all you; maybe you smiled, maybe you threw up a peace sign…

Whatever you did, he felt it captured your essence perfectly

He stared at the photo for a long time after it came out, and he still stares at it frequently

He carries it deep in his wallet where no one can find it

He’ll pull it out when he needs to think of you, usually when he’s especially down

Which is pretty often, my boy is troubled :(

He’ll trace his fingers around the edges, remembering that night

Your voice fills his ears, your scent fills his nose, and suddenly he’s aching to see you in person again

And he will; he’ll probably call or text you soon :)

“Ticci” Toby

Honestly? Probably something super obscure related to some kind of inside joke between you two

I’ll paint an example

Maybe you two were in the kitchen together, and you wanted him to get out the milk for you

But you ended up calling it a “mug of jilk” instead of a “jug of milk”

Toby, of course, bursts into laughter

He teases you for ages afterwards, calling milk “jilk” and always pointing out jugs of milk with a knowing grin

You’re in on it too though

You always snicker whenever he does those things

Maybe that’s why it becomes so special to him; it amuses the both of you

He gets to laugh and hear you laugh :D

So (in this case) he’ll think of you whenever he sees a mug of j (oh gosh oh no you guys got me too) jug of milk

And he probably takes pictures to send you too

You’ll just get a text that says “jilk mugs spotted ‼️” and a picture of the milk aisle at the grocery store

He likes to imagine your laugh when he sends texts like those :)

Thank you so much for reading!! Take care my lovey doves <33

(divider by saradika)

#creepypasta #creepypasta x reader #creepypasta headcanons #marble hornets x reader #jeff the killer #jeff the killer x reader #jane the killer #jane the killer x reader #nina the killer #nina the killer x reader #tim wright #tim wright x reader #masky x reader #ticci toby #ticci toby x reader #tobias rogers x reader #clockwork #clockwork x reader

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monstersighing · 2 months

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NSFW, MDNI

Fem WereHyena x AFAB Reader

Content: pseudopenis, light dom/sub dynamics, oral sex, penetrative sex

Title: Working On It

“The new boss is a were-hyena. I think she’s your type. Especially with what she has in her pants,” Rina says as you settle at your desk.

“Good morning to you too, Rina,” you reply. Ever since you told her the werewolf delivery woman was hot, she’s been trying to set you up with every were person she sees. It’s not like you haven’t thought about what it would be like to grind on a hyena woman’s swollen pseudopenis - feeling it slide along your folds and then slip inside - but the new hire probably won’t be your type.

The new boss introduces herself at the morning team meeting - “I’m Nell and I’m glad to meet you all” - and well yeah. She’s tall and butch with curly textured hair styled into an undercut. When she laughs at a colleague’s joke she flashes a mouth full of pointed teeth and you imagine them pressed against your neck as you squirm pinned under her. You feel your face flush, and a liquid warmth pools in your stomach. When you cross your legs you feel a pulsing heat flare in your cunt.

You wonder if the spots you can see on her face extend all over her body, and what the jut of her clit would look like against shaven skin or dark hair. You imagine burying your face in her crotch, and taking her in your mouth, and how her nails would dig into your scalp as you lapped and sucked. You want to know if she growls when she comes.

You’re daydreaming about this when she comes over to ask if you have a pen.

“I like your nails,” Nell says, “can I look closer?” When you nod, throat dry, she picks up your hand in hers and turns it so the glitter in the black polish catches the light on your short nails. Nell’s hand is warm, and you can feel your heart jump when she looks up and says, “Pretty.” She pauses then, cants her head as if listening for something, and then with a sniff says she needs to get back to her desk.

All through the rest of the morning and into the afternoon you feel her eyes on you, and as much as you try to shake if off by the time it hits 5pm you’re a frustrated soaking mess.

You pack up your bag quickly and head out without your normal goodbyes, hoping to arrive home quickly so you can finally get yourself off.

As you pass the board member’s toilets, Nell pokes her head out of the door and asks, “Could you come in here for a second? I need your help.”

“I’ve never been in here,” you say as she closes the door behind you. She flicks the lock on the inside of the door closed and you wonder why, but then get distracted by the floor to ceiling mirrors on one wall. There’s a wide padded bench in the middle, like something out of a fancy hotel.

“What do you need help with?” you ask.

Nell comes close and with her hand cupping your face, murmurs into your ear, “I could smell you all day.”

You blush. You knew that were-creature’s senses become more acute the nearer to the full moon it gets, but you didn’t think she’d be able to smell your desire for her so easily.

“It got stronger when I came to your desk. Your heart was faster too. Like a chased rabbit. You want me,” Nell says.

You look down. “I-I--”. She tilts your face with the hand still on your cheek. Her eyes are a rich amber. “I do,” you say in a small voice, and you close your eyes.

“Good,” she says, and kisses you. It’s a hungry kiss, wet and dirty with tongue. Your hands rise and cling to her lapels to pull her closer.

When you break the kiss Nell says, “That smell, all day. Do you know how hard it was not to just push you down on a table and eat you out? Her hand grips grabs yours and presses it to her crotch. You feel the bulge there. “I need you to take care of this.”

You gulp and nod.

She kisses you softly this time, and then then pulls away with a sigh. She yanks you towards the bench and releases you to sit down, her arms along the backrest, legs spread wide.

“Undress,” she tells you.

You kick off your shoes and then unbutton your shirt, clumsy under her heated gaze. When you take off your trousers, you see her sniff, and rub her palm against her crotch, grinding against it.

“Come closer,” Nell says, and you do.

“You’re soaked,” Nell says as she traces the wetness on the crotch of your underwear with one finger. It’s almost too much already though the thin cotton. She pulls your underwear down with a rough tug. Her mouth kisses across your hips, the tops of your thighs, then your cunt. She stays pressed there for a moment, then she laps at your clit with a wide and insistent tongue. Her hands grab your ass cheeks to pull you closer. The feel of nails pressing into the skin makes your cunt throb.

You can see yourself in the full-length mirror behind you. You’re naked and flushed, trembling with want, and Nell hasn’t even unbuttoned her shirt. It’s too much, and not enough and you want her tongue deeper, harder. Your legs wobble. She grabs your thigh and drapes it over her shoulder to give her better access and fucks her tongue into your hole. You grab your breasts in your hands, pinching your nipples. Your hips jerk, trying to get her tongue deeper and you feel an orgasm building. When you’re right on the precipice, Nell stops.

“No, please,” you whine.

“Get on the bench," Nell says.

You scramble to lie down on your back and immediately spread your legs. But before you get your fingers to your hole, Nell grabs your wrist and says, “Be good. I want to fuck you.” You place your hand back on the seat of the bench. Nell licks her lips and you see that they are swollen, and her chin is wet with your slick.

Nell pulls off her shirt. Her breasts are small and high, nipples peaked. She unzips her trousers and pulls them off her hips revealing dark hair. Her clit is flushed with blood and angles up just like a hard cock. It’s bigger than you thought it would be, and as Nell fists it in her hand you see wetness bead up from the slit.

Nell grabs your waist and turns you over, pulls your hips up so you’re on all fours on the bench, displaying your soft leaking cunt to her. She presses her hard clit between your thighs and then up to slide against your pussy lips, a slow glide. You wriggle against her and her hands clasp and curl over your hips. “If you want more, you need to ask,” Nell huffs out.

“In-Inside. I need. Please,” you sob.

Nell pushes in, her clit stretching your pussy walls, a thick insistent pressure. When she has bottomed out, she rocks slowly. You push your ass back against her, and your cunt clenches as she grazes your cervix. It’s a sharp pleasure pain that makes you moan “harder!” and splay your legs wider. Nells ruts into you roughly then, mindless, like your body is just a hole to bury itself.

As Nell’s thrusts get more ragged, she drops down so her body bends and moulds over you, one long line of contact from her legs to her chest. Your arms give way and you heave gasps into the fabric of the bench rubbing against your face. You worm one hand under your body and nudge two fingers against the hard nub of your clit and come apart, pinned under Nell, speared on her clitdick.

Nell continues hammering into you, chasing her own orgasm. She slams into you one last time and then stiffens, buried deep. You feel her squirt inside you. When she pulls out, you stay still, feeling the liquid slowly seep out of your hole.

You drift.

When you come back to yourself Nell has turned you onto your back with your knees up, feet planted on the bench. She uses some dampened napkins to clean off your swollen, used hole. Her touch is light, but you still feel aftershocks of pleasure as she does it. When she finishes wiping you off, Nell plants kisses on each thigh.

Both of you gather your clothes and Nell helps you back into them. Except your underwear which she places into the breast pocket of her jacket. “For later,” she says.

She kisses you and presses a business card into your hand. Her address is neatly written on the reverse.

“It’s the full moon in two days,” she says. “If you come to my home, I can show you what I can really do.”

“I’ll be there,” you say, and blush.

#monster smut #monster fucker #monster x human #monsterfucker #werehyena #monster lover #terato #teratophillia #exophilia #monstersighing #monster girlfriend

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oneiroy · 1 month

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Ryssrael Waenwyn

B A S I C S

Name: Ryssrael Waenwyn

Nicknames: Ryss (for all her friends), and a few pet names for Fornax only (like sunshine or captain)

Age: 26-32 (ARR>EW)

Nameday: 1st Sun of the 5th Astral Moon

Race: Sea Wolf Roegadyn

Gender: Butch

Orientation: Bisexual

Profession: Warrior of Light (for non-WoL AU: either mercenary / freelancer or pirate)

P H Y S I C A L A S P E C T S

Hair: Black, ranging from short to shaved, always messy (well, unless it's shaved. but still messy in spirit vjkfnvjsdf)

Eyes: Rich brown that almost looks reddish

Skin: Green pulling towards yellow (yes technically green... the shaders never do it justice though. i need to come up with a fix that doesn't mess the rest of the coloring)

Tattoos/scars: A wide variety of scars all over her body, with a higher concentration on her left arm. A small red tattoo under her right eye.

F A M I L Y

Parents: Unnamed sea wolves, former dockworkers, who she is not in contact with anymore. Probably still alive somewhere in Limsa.

Siblings: She would say that the friends she grew up with are her siblings. Swynfyr, Servan and R'osen, three adoptive brothers.

Grandparents: I didn't get that far tbh

In-laws and Other: Uhhh yeah idk. Most of her blood family isn't that relevant to her current story tbh. But! Other, spouse: Fornax :)

Pets: No pets, she doesn't feel like her lifestyle is compatible with that.

S K I L L S

Abilities: Fighting with pole and axe-based weapons of all kinds. She is very athletic and maintains her body as strong as it can be. She also pulls from her inner rage, or from the strength Midgardsormr grants her, depending on the situation.

Hobbies: Hiking, swimming, fishing, training. Cooking, but mostly eating good foods.

T R A I T S

Most Positive Trait: Her contagious confidence

Most Negative Trait: Her impulsiveness paired with the fact that she's quick to anger

L I K E S

Colors: Black, green, red

Smells: Ocean breeze, blood and metal, rain, broth

Textures: Worn leather, calloused hands, wood bleached by the sea and warmed by the sun

Drinks: Beer, rhum, water

O T H E R D E T A I L S

Smokes: Sometimes but not often, only if offered.

Drinks: Often in good company. She can drink a lot before being visibly affected by it.

Drugs: Recreationally but not regularly

Mount Issuance: She still has her black chocobo! But when it's not conveniently around, she often goes on foot or hitch a ride.

Been Arrested: So many times when she was young. She stole a lot, and got in trouble for doing "jobs" for less than reputable folks. Now less, in part because she's less struggling with gil, but also in part because she got better at it.

Tagged by: @hazelkjt, thanks!

Tagging: @elliewiltarwyn, @viiioca, @necro-man-sir, @chadhunkler, @fantasmagoriam, @elf-simp, @sealrock, and you if you want to do it!

#tag meme #thanks for the tag!!#as always no pressure to do it if i've tagged you #just see it as an evil boop >:)#ryssrael

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junkdyke · 5 months

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I'm now home after spending a week with my butch and...I miss her so much already 🥲 I have never felt like this about someone and we had such an amazing time together, I can't waitttt to see her again. Some highlights:

She loved the hats i made for her cat, we put them on him and the roommates cat, it was funny as hell, they hated them so much

Speaking of cats, the amount of cat cuddles with the both of us

We went grocery shopping together, cooked meals together, she put me up on the kitchen counter top, played house

We went to the bar, and I embarrassed myself by joining the lip sync competition and performing in front of a bunch of gay men. She thought I was good, and I love that she appreciates my cringe

Went to another bar, sat up front, and the host drag queen gave me an appreciation look and nod because I was one of the only people giving the cheer energy for the queens performing

We went through a box of her childhood pictures, I took home a physical trading card of her from when she played football and was the only girl on the team

She wrote me a letter that is just so....ugh 💓

She got me pink peonies to have in the house, and sent me home with one to preserve

She gave me her old binder, it fits me really well

I thought her how to crochet and she's already picking it up super well. Once she gets the hang of it, we want to start a 6 day blanket at the same time

She helped her roommate with some handy work shit with a drill, typical hot butch things

She wants us to plant a tomato seed at the same time and see whose grows the fastest

Went thrifting a lot, found some amazing finds, messed around in the fitting room

Had sex nearly every day, multiple times per day. At one point I said "It's been nearly 24 hours since we had sex, that's weird"

She ate me out on the balcony, in the cold ass air with the beautiful backdrop of the city view and moon in the background

We went to the sex shop and got some stuff together. She got me a bondage teddy bear plush.

She took me to a beautiful botanical garden with a lights display

We took every shower together

Nonstop talking. Just never running out of things to say

Just lots of laughing and cuddling and kissing and hickies and dressing each other up and taking pictures of each other and being in each others presence

We're going to be traveling together and i'll be trying to made it out there as often as I can

We wanna try and take some classes and workshops together, like ceramics and woodworking

I wanna learn how to do a fade and she wants to learn how to retwist locs so we can do each others hair

Lots of 'joking' about UHauling

I'm just very very very happy :)

#i cried soooooo much when i was packing and leaving #she was so strong for not crying too much until after she dropped me off #she said she bawled once i left ughhhh #we FTed this morning and I cried againnnnnnn #I just miss her so much!!!! I have not felt like this before!!!!!!#can't wait to see her againnnnnn #mine #wlw #lesbian dating #dykeposting #butchfemme

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wof-reworked · 4 months

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ok I can't stop thinking about the jade winglet, here's my gender hcs for all of them

Moonwatcher - she/they (nonbinary)

I feel like this is fun bc rn (in canon) her gender is just "anxiety" but like,,, one day in the future she gets to actually play around with it

like she captures a very specific type of person I've met who you go "oh I mean I know she's gay but she's probably cis..." and then you have like one real convo and find out they're like not only nonbinary but better at it then you

I think she should get to be butch when she's older. I think she deserves being a) massive compared to her two twink boyfriends and b) gnc as shit

Kinkajou- any/all (genderfluid +transfem)

Kinkajou strikes me as being like. totally ambivalent to gender. Kinkajou changes her pronouns based on how the fruit he ate for breakfast makes him feel. Kinkajou is better than you

I think she was like staunchly using she/her for a while bc it just felt right and like changes pronouns situationally- Rainwing village is she/her, Jade Academy is any/all, close friends it varies, etc etc

Qibli- he/they (transmasc)

Qibli's just always kind of known who he is, and has been like. pretty contentedly in his corner for a while. I think it's like- a pillar of stability for him of like "at least I know I'm (x)"

Proximity to Moonwatcher puts the they/them in there bc I think it's nice when ppl get more comfortable so they start branching out a lil bit :> Qibli has like. guy who says "he/they" because he doesn't mind they/them and wants his friends to feel supported y'know

Winter- he/him (cis + gnc)

Look I feel bad making him one of like. two cis ppl at JMA but like I think it's funny if he's cis but inflicts a status effect of gender envy on every trans person in his proximity

guy who does makeup flawlessly because "it's fun" and decimates your sense of identity as you wonder why the fuck god gave these gifts to a man

extra funny for the fact that as a dragonet he gets offended by the implication he's pretty. he gets over it eventually I think

Turtle- she/her or he/she/they (transwoman/trans)

See here. Otherwise I think she's like trans and this could go in like. any fucking direction ngl

transmasc turtle??? hell yeah !!! transfem turtle??? hell yeah !!! gender is whatever Turtle has going on and god knows if she knows it

last egg to crack bc Turtle is immune to self reflection that isn't anxiety and self loathing

"Haha everyone hates how other people refer to them and their gender what do you mean? :)" (entire jade winglet: cringing with worry)

Umber- he/him (cis)

cis and a lil insecure about it but like. he's just nice :)

he's like experimented with pronouns and gender and found none of them really stuck so like. cis+. cis (extended dlc). you know what I mean I hope

gonna be honest I'm lost for him bc I genuinely forget he was there bc he peaced out so fast. justice for my boy I want to know more !!!!!

I could be persuaded for transman Umber ngl,,, it tempts me,,,,,,

Peril- she/her (trans woman)

On one hand I'm torn bc I think it almost doesn't make sense for her backstory BUT ON THE OTHER HAND the idea of Scarlet being supportive of Peril's identity and LITERALLY NOTHING ELSE is hysterical to me

though actually if we wanna get sad,,,, that 100% could be a manipulation tactic of Scarlet. "see I love you I even accept you" etc etc. now I just feel bad man

Peril's also in the same camp of Qibli of knowing this abt herself since she could think and being happy in it. She knows what she's about

BONUS:

Carnelian- she/they/he (transmasc)

Look butch can be a gender and sometimes you're a mean butch skywing idk what to tell you

wish she stayed alive bc her and Moon could've been legendary together. girl who will kill for you vs girl who desperately wants you to do anything else please we talked about this you can't solve your problems with murder

I think Carnelian's true gender is Skywing Patriot and idk how to put that in hc form but this is as best I've got

#wings of fire #wof headcanons #wof reworked #this is canon 2 me so it goes in the tag ok #qibli wof #winter wof #moonwatcher wof #turtle wof #kinkajou wof #peril wof #carnelian wof #umber wof

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voidsentprinces · 8 days

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Join FFXIV we got:

Fuckable Monster Gods, Yandere General, SUCH DEVASTATION, Malevolent Breadloaf, Hate Fuck Philosophy between Church's Money Illiterate Doomslayer and the Heretical Dragon fuckers, Bestest Boy, Butch Scholar with an axe, France with hot single elves, Lesbian Gunslingers, Manwhore of Astrology, his love rival and the asexual woman who has no clue, Inner Feral State, his legal partner and their adopted daughter, Murder Bimbo, his angry red head and their sadistic feral viceroy with her himbo henchman, Hopeless Romantic who gets bullied, his very heterosexual tribe of male only warriors, the apeshit warlock stealing his women while being transpiritual and a shepherd wife, frat boy emperor, Iroh Samurai and the sickest ninja woman ever, Your Own Personal Catboy, his eligible straightforward daughter who is also captain the guard, THE HIMBO FAMILY complete with bomb throwing cat girl, adoptive mechanical nonbinary child, and psychotic hard line temper mother, entire village of rabbit woman, the most love struck catboy outside the Crystarium and his religious group, an entire kingdom of nonbinary fae folk and their they/them King, the Ghosts of Christmas Past as well the Ghost of Christmas Present with his talking dog, THE TRUEST BESTEST BOY and his robot companion, the Dragon Father and his brood of angsty teenagers, Genocidal Tsundere Emperor, his grandson no-nonsense Emperor and the pretty boy handsome girl of ancient times, the hero worshiping companion of eld who doesn't remember you BUT YOU CAN FIX HIM!, a entire continent of nerds ripe for the punching, an entire continent of geeks ripe for picking on you and your companions including their leader SCIENCE WIFE, SUCH DEVASTATON's extended family who will remain perfect if you don't touch that fucking side quest, an entire moon of bunny people not to be confused with the village of rabbit women but while we're talking about rabbit people have this stoic and handy rabbit man and his VERY ENTHUSIASTIC TRANS LION FRIEND! Did we mention you get a punchy very enthusiastic woman clad in red? Drop by Ala Mhigo she is always happy to help you punch things! Also while you're there meet the main soldier you're deprogramming from the Garlean Cult he likes giving buuz to people and has this...Great Dane vibe, I don't know how else to describe it. Got a moment? Meet your adoptive family, a knife daughter and her hammer girlfriend, a sword daughter and her scholarly brother, an entire orphanage out of both Ul'dah AND Idyllshire, and a berb daughter who almost ended the entire universe because she COUDLNT STOP FEELING!!!!!!!!!! Also meet more monsters for you to fuck Flayed Demon, MUSCLE GODDESS, Cowabunga, grumpy fire man, and Knight in Shining Identity Theft, and their friend nonbinary lass who can kill AND EAT! There is, of course, also...adoptive fathers in partnership with you and knife daughter, wine aunt of a thousand Fire IVs, a cantankerous short lad, scholar woman who is getting into art, Tataru the Most Powerful and Important Character in the game and therefore the only one I shall refer to by name here, THE HORNIEST WOMAN IN ALL OF FICTION, two Roegadyn brothers, a fabulous elezen healer and her exasperated sister, the adoptive mother and legendary dancer AND bartender, an equally exasperated woman who just convinced her patriarch to retire from adventuring, a short Sultana, an oblivious Seedseer, and the greatest admiral to grace this franchise, General Father and his son from the Shire, the inventor with a heart of gold, his companions, their stern manager, and the gremlin man who is here to make the inventor eat his shirt while laughing. AND THATS JUST THE PEOPLE IN THE MAIN STORYLINE.

So join FFXIV today.

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thephooka · 10 months

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How we got here from there

Or, the long journey of a longform long-running webcomic about a long man with long wings.

In the spirit of @feathernotes and @phantomarine who have been talking about just starting your webcomic and not worrying about being "ready", I was inspired to do a post about White Noise's origin! I'm a little limited by the fact that I either left behind or destroyed a lot of the art I have from prior to 2009, so you'll have to take my word for it.

Cringe Truth below the cut!

The Cringe Truth of White Noise is that it has its roots in a Pokemon x Yu Yu Hakusho x self-insert(s) roleplay thread I used to do with an internet friend I made on Neopets guild forums way back in 2002-ish. We would come home from school every day and RP over AIM, and then when we had to get offline, whoever left first would email the other one, and we would continue via email until we were back on AIM at the same time.

Liya was my self insert.

This isn't even remotely the earliest art of her, it's just the earliest I have on hand. I was drawing her for almost a decade by the time I drew this one. Imagine the earlier drawings as being like I traced over Sailor Moon characters that I printed out from deviantART and gave them a brown ponytail.

The funny thing is Liya really hasn't changed much from her original form! I also had loose brown curls that I kept in a ponytail 24/7 to the point that it showed when I had it down (which is why her hair is 'dented' like that). I did it because I was trans and didn't know it; she does it because she hasn't realized she can just cut it off and be butch yet.

Other characters that date back from this time period: Yoshi (originally an InuYasha/Rurouni Kenshin pastiche), Hawk (I don't remember when he got wings but they were white at first), Numair (named after the Tamora Pierce character and filling a Koenma kind of role), Helly (sort of--I had an elf character named Kamui who had the same temperament, and he was eventually transmuted into Helly) and...Kurogane.

I've never named Kurogane but he appears in the background of the comic a few times, as my own personal inside joke.

Vlad came along somewhere between this RP period and planning the comic, but I can't remember when or why. I don't have drawings from that time (~2004?) but he was the first character I drew when I got a tablet for the first time.

Everyone else came along later when I started actually planning out the comic.

All this said: the reason I started White Noise as a weekly webcomic is because I wanted to learn to draw better.

At the time I was in college majoring in animation, but I didn't feel like I was learning very much at all (the program was badly structured; I had more art history classes than anything else. It was a mess.) I was also working nights in order to feed myself, and so had a lot of downtime. I had this story rattling around in my head from my RP days, so I figured, why not just give it a go?

For posterity here's a photo of a chapter 1 panel in progress, back in 2011 with my typical college diet in the bg:

(Chapter 1 was originally pencil on paper, scanned in and colored in PS. I later re-drew it to make it fully digital to match with the rest of the comic.)

There's been a lot of talking about not waiting until you're 'ready' to start a webcomic, and I agree with that sentiment. Try framing it like this: making a comic every week for years and years will improve your art way more than any prep work you can do before starting the comic. It's like learning to swim. You can read about swimming all you want, but you're not going to really figure it out until you do it. If your early comics are bad, well, that's normal. It used to be an expected part of doing webcomics; I blame the shift into expecting webcomics to be polished from start to finish partly on commercialization in the space, but that's an angry rant for another time.

With this background, here's the collage I posted for WN's 10 year anniversary back in 2021:

And now we're here.

So do your webcomic. Put it on ComicFury or make a janky little site for it. Be okay with imperfect pages and be prepared to shout into the void for a while. Even if it's always a hobby, if it never makes you a dime or wins you any awards--that's fine! You'll be a lot happier if you learn not to worry about that stuff, and just make something that will help you grow and make you happy. We could do with a lot more work like that in the world imo.

#webcomics #comics #wn comic #white noise #comix #indie comics #webtoon #comic history #webcomic history #web comic #original comic #also I'm not going to tell you to not destroy your old work but...#it IS nice to have around so you can look at it and feel good about how much you've grown #can't say I regret losing all that stuff but whatever

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I almost NEVER draw Haruka and Michiru and that has made their ReStart designs nebulous for a long time, but I finally got off my ass and did some work for them lol. Of course listening to all their songs from the bandai Myus helped they made BANGERS for these two. Random info on them in the AU below.

Tendo Haruka, age 21, Sailor Uranus, Senshi of Speed (powers over the wind and the earth) - her first time transforming her fuku featured a skirt, but by the second she had willed herself some pants even if the rest of the fuku didn't change. Was awakened by Neptune during the times of Black Moon and faced some Droids here and there but was focused on investigating Mugen Academy and the Death Busters alongside their search for the Talismans. Feels regretful over the lives she'd had to end during her investigation (the people turned into Daimons) and this guilt prevents her for pursuing a relationship with Michiru (as she has put her in a pedestal) until after her Talisman is extracted. Believes the other Senshi to be freshly awakened and makes her both look down on them and want to protect them, not realizing that by the time the Death Busters take center stage the Inners are already in their Super forms and therefore stronger than them. Clashes often with Sailor Jupiter and Sailor Mars as their perspectives are different. Before the identity reveal, she striked a quick friendship with Minako. She maintained this friendship post-reveal.

Kaioh Michiru, age 22, Sailor Neptune, Senshi of Depths (powers over water and darkness) - Was plagued by visions during the final attacks of the Dark Kingdom and awakened her powers during the Doom Tree invasion. Said visions point her to Mugen Academy, and so she ignores everything else that happened outside some brushes with Droids. Bitter over being a Senshi, she awakened Haruka to at least have a companion in her misery but oops now she has feelings for her and double oops she knows she cursed Haruka to a life of war. This prevents her from pursuing a relationship with her until her Talisman is extracted. Believes the other Senshi to be freshly awakened and looks down on them for this, which makes her clash with Sailor Mercury and especially Sailor Venus until a fight with the latter changes her mind soundly. Before the identity reveal, she formed a connection with Rei. She maintained this friendship post-reveal.

The Space Sword and Deep Aqua Mirror are mostly unchanged from their role in the original anime - hidden within their Pure Heart Crystals, their presence is required to summon the Moon Grail. The sword is virtually the same but the mirror now doubles as a dagger, because Michiru said "ah yes, surely this common accessory will be of utmost help, were I find myself entangled in physical combat." and her powers were like "aight sure have this".

As for their changes in design primarily I just wanted to give the butch woman some goddamned pants, and Michiru has thights and no sleeves to link her to Mars and Mercury respectively (as a Seer and as having powers over water), while also giving her an older flair.

#Drops's Art #Sailormoon #Sailormoon ReStart #Haruka Tenoh #Michiru Kaioh #Sailor Uranus #Sailor Neptune

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burnt-out-vacationer · 5 months

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[REBLOGS > likes]

decided to make an entirely new post since my almafia oneshot's been through 3 revisions now, but hey!! it's on ao3 now!!! yay!!!!

almond mafia boss x roguefort right hand man au!! featuring their first kiss

context for this one since its a doozy. but roguefort (famous criminal/assassin known for going solo) gets injured and almond (mafia boss) saves them from dying and in return they stick around him in an effort to repay how kind he was to them and then they got attached. btw i know nothing about the mafia i just had a burst of energy <3

reminder roguefort uses they/them !! also hcing almond to be a he/him butch woman here but its not really that apparent. fuck it we ball

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"You're up late, aren't you?"

By the way Roguefort jumped, it was clear they hadn’t been expecting someone to come and look for them, but they hadn’t been very hard to find. He’d remembered the time they had offhandedly mentioned how they liked cityscapes, and he often found them by this very window, gazing out with the same curious look that they had now.

They tilted their head towards him, not meeting his eyes just yet - although, perhaps that was for the best. He wasn’t exactly excited to have this conversation with them, so maybe it would be easier if they didn’t look at him. "Customary for people with our worklife, isn't it?"

"I suppose." Almond paused. "What are you doing awake? I haven’t assigned any jobs to you at this hour.”

“Can’t sleep,” they replied simply, gaze flicking down to the windowsill, one hand pressed against the panes. “Also customary for people with our worklife, I’m sure.”

“You would be correct,” he said, looking over at the moonlight, before his gaze was stolen by their profile once more. “And if you don't mind my bothering you, I've been... thinking recently."

"That's dangerous."

He chuckled. "Not as dangerous as some of our other escapades."

"Right as always." Roguefort finally turned to look at him, their normally intimidating features softened by the glow of the moon. "May I hear what's on your mind?"

"Well, you've been here quite a while, haven't you?” he said. “Two, three months?"

They tilted their head at him, a curious look on their face. "You've been keeping track."

"Of course. And it's left me wondering... you haven't brought up leaving to go on your own again."

He was met with silence - not deafening silence, more of a thoughtful quiet, leaving him to keep on going.

"You're a solo act. Or, you were a solo act, before I offered you a place here. It's left me pondering whether or not you think I'm keeping you here."

"I don't," they interjected quickly, shaking their head. "I've never felt so."

"I’m glad to hear that,” he said quietly, almost too quiet to be heard, before bringing his voice back to a normal volume. “But if you did feel so, I was going to offer you the chance to leave."

More silence.

"Personally, I think you've repaid me in full," Almond continued, going over to stand by them. "You have no need to stick around anymore, if you don't want to. I will admit, I've gotten used to having you around, and it will feel... emptier without you, but you had your life before I came along. You will always have a place here, and an ally in me - you may come back whenever you please, and you will have my full protection."

Still nothing. Just a quiet intake of breath, one he might have missed had he not been so close to them before they finally spoke.

"No."

"...No?" he repeated, hardly daring to let himself enjoy the flicker of hope that came with a single word.

"No. I won't leave. I may not need to stick around, but I'd certainly love to." Roguefort finally met his gaze and smiled, their eyes crinkling adorably around the edges in a way that made his heart soften. "It's an unforgiving world out there. But... you make it seem less scary."

Their words left his heart aflutter, which wasn’t a feeling he was used to. He wasn’t used to feeling so vulnerable around someone before, and he was even more surprised when he realized he trusted them to not hurt him.

"That's what I do,” he answered finally. “It's what I've always done. Nearly everyone here has been scorned by the world that claimed to love them - I just gave them what they had wanted, what they had a right to."

"Which is?"

"Love. The feeling of home. The full trust of someone else, knowing they would always be there for you."

They chuckled. "You really are a mom at heart."

He couldn’t help but laugh at this. "Shut up."

"...Really, it's amazing, what you do. Sure, maybe everyone out there would disagree." They jabbed a thumb towards the window, towards the city outside. "But I think it's beautiful. You’ve got an entire family following your lead."

"Beautiful, huh?"

"Of course,” they said, leaning in a little closer. “I wouldn't stay if I didn't think so."

A small smile crossed his lips. "I can think of other things that are just as beautiful."

"Can you, now?" they quipped, raising an eyebrow.

"Mm. Personally, I've always been fond of solo acts."

Roguefort ducked their head at this, in a way that was endearingly shy, before looking up with something new in their eyes. "Call me crazy, but I think I prefer duets to solo acts."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

Almond reached up and brushed a lock of their hair back, fingers lingering in a way that made their cheeks go a little pink, he noticed. "Are you suggesting an audition to be in a duet with you?"

"Perhaps,” they breathed. “Perhaps I am. Perhaps the audition was ages ago, and you passed from the very start."

"So what does that mean for us?"

"It means I'm fond of you."

"Are you, now?"

They leaned down so that they were at eye level with him - when had they gotten so close? "I feel very strongly for you. That should be made clear."

"...I see," he said quietly, as an unexpected flutter of joy went through his heart.

"And you, Almond? What do you feel?"

His name had never sounded so sweet before.

"I feel as if we've been wasting too much time talking."

They grinned, looking so delighted that it was just impossible for him not to grin back. "I would agree. Why don't you show me what you would rather have us do?"

“Well, aren’t you bold?”

“I would have thought you already knew that about me. Solo act and all that.”

He liked the way they spoke to him now. As if they were his close friend, someone who could look after him the same way he looked after them.

“I’d recommend you drop the solo act. I can see it no longer fits you.”

“I see you’re awfully interested in a chance to duet with me,” Roguefort said, with a teasing lilt to their voice that just about stole his breath.

He hadn’t known they could be, well… playful.

The walls of formality and politeness between them seemed to fully crumble down, leaving behind the aura of what was once a business transaction.

Now, it was… something else. Something better. Almond could feel it, an unfamiliar sensation all the way to his core, yet welcome in a comforting way.

And he could tell they felt it, too.

“Who wouldn’t be?” he said softly, in a tone unlike any he’d used before with them. “I’ve never been more interested in anything before.”

They blinked in surprise, eyes growing a little bit wider. “Never?” “Never.”

“Oh,” they murmured, barely a whisper in the night. “Oh.”

Oh, their voice. So breathlessly hopeful, like they couldn’t dare to believe what he was saying. Like what he was offering was too far out of reach.

That was all about to change. He wanted to make that all change.

Slowly, he trailed a hand over their wrist - causing their breathing to hitch in a way that made his head spin - up their arm, brushing past their shoulder, before cupping his fingers around the back of their neck.

They swallowed and glanced down at him as he brought his other hand up, too, linking his fingers together. “You aren’t about to start choking me, are you?”

That got a laugh out of him, which seemed to ease the tension in Roguefort’s shoulders. “Oh, never. I don’t think I’m strong enough to, anyway.”

An admission like that would be a death sentence if he were in unfamiliar clutches.

In front of them, though, it felt like a relief to say.

“I would hope you don’t find a reason to have to choke me anytime soon,” they chuckled, letting their hands drift over his waist, promptly causing his mind to blank. “I don’t want to give you any reasons to.”

“I… I could never hurt you,” Almond said quietly, slowly bringing their head down to his level. “I’m a healer at heart.”

“I love that about you.”

Could they get any more perfect?

“How long have you loved that about me?” he whispered, heart pounding relentlessly in his chest as their nose brushed against his own.

They thought for a moment, lip caught between their teeth in what was an undeniably cute expression of concentration, before finally saying, “I think I’ve loved it all this time.”

A smile broke out onto Almond’s face, bright and giddy. “You sure?”

“I wouldn’t say it if I weren’t,” they replied, tilting their head with a shy half-smile of their own.

“Just clarifying,” he said, pulling them a little closer, just so he could feel their breath on his lips.

It smelled like strawberries.

He let his eyelids flutter shut and allowed himself to savor the moment, to just live in the present with them. They were so, so close, a fact made more apparent when he opened his eyes and looked up at them. It felt like heaven to even be with them like this.

That was when he realized Roguefort had gone quiet, licking their lips in what seemed to be nervousness. Was that truly what was happening? Were they just as terrified of screwing this up as he was? Were they-

His thoughts were interrupted when they exhaled softly, and he looked up into their eyes. “There’s no easy way to ask this, but…”

“I’ve got time,” he said. “I’ll always have time for you.”

They smiled, their expression so unguarded that he felt himself melting. “Then, may I…?”

He knew what they were asking.

And they hadn’t even finished their sentence before Almond pulled them in, eagerly pressing his lips to theirs.

It was so sudden that it caused them to make a startled sound in their throat, which was somehow adorable, before they reciprocated so enthusiastically that it swept him off of his feet.

Roguefort was surprisingly gentle with him - or at least, they were at first, as if they were a little shy to truly lose themself in it. But it wasn’t long before they had become more comfortable, deepening the kiss and pulling him close so that they were pressed against each other, making Almond’s entire body shiver with need.

His hands went to cup their face, thumb stroking their cheek, which elicited a soft noise of surprise and only led them to kiss him harder, making him go dizzy with delight.

He was already cataloging this moment in his head, memorizing the tilt of their head as they kissed him, the warmth of their hands gliding over his waist, the way their eyelashes fluttered over his, the strawberry sweet taste of their lip balm.

The way they felt like home to him.

And yet, all too soon, it was over, and they parted with matching wide-eyed expressions of wonder.

His eyes flicked over their features, and he felt a little twinge of pleasure when he saw how red they were in the face. Like they’d been giving their entire heart and soul in that kiss.

And then Almond blinked and suddenly realized in that moment just how hard he was breathing, and how weak his knees felt - oh, lord, were they holding him up? How had they managed to get him trembling like this within moments?

How had he never met someone like them before?

“So,” Roguefort said quietly, with a look in their eyes that conveyed how greatly they’d enjoyed that. “I suppose a duet can be arranged.”

He let out a breathless laugh, before leaning into them and wrapping his arms around their middle. “Good god, you…”

“I’ve got you,” they said softly, making his heart swoon. “I’m here.”

“I know. I’m here, too.”

“Almond?”

“Mm?”

“I’ll always be here. For you.”

He smiled into their shirt, closing his eyes and listening to the rhythmic thump of their heart, almost in time to his own heartbeat. “Thank you.”

It was all he could say, but it was enough. He knew they understood what he felt.

He knew they understood just how much he loved them.

#writing #almondfort #almond cookie #roguefort cookie

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cinnamon-notes · 5 months

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i've been sleeping so long in a twenty-year dark night but now i see daylight

[bio] : cinnamon, roaring twenties || she/they, lesbian || english speaker (not my native language though) || cancer sun, leo rising, cancer moon || infp || either dark academia aesthetic or boho it depends on what im going through :) || i judge taylor swift for putting ice in her wine

[likes/stans] : taylor swift, gilmore girls, F•R•I•E•N•D•S, cate blanchett, lauren graham|| evermore and reputation stan || i stole my personality from lorelai gilmore || cats, french movies, xmas movies, tea, cinnamon (as you can tell from my user) || wine and coffee || books, poetry, art, photography || butch up my personality (and act out of character) by watching sports while drinking beer || the autumn sky half an hour before sunset || the moon (im her secret lover) || i write my silly little poems, i play my silly little instruments, i make my silly little art, i take silly little pictures || "taylor had an imaginary friend as a child and seven is about their braids like a pattern and their face taylor cannot recall but the love taylor still got for them" truther || she/they james truther || carolina is este's ghost || olivia is taylor's best cat (!!!) || the joker and the queen is taylor's best collab with ed (after run)

[dnf] : homophobic, xenophobic, racist, transphobic, zionist, ... discriminate and are against basic human rights || you're younger than 13, it just creeps me out (sorry. it's not in a mean way) || i post about my mental issues (i mostly struggle with ocd, depression, and have an ed); i always put trigger warnings but if you aren't okay with these topics, just feel free to unfollow/not follow.

[what i post] : mainly my random thoughts, facts/updates/vents about my life || journal-like paragraphs || i write poems and i have some wips going on, although i dont publish my works here, i tend to share the creative process a lot || taylor swift's lyrics analysis, lyrics parallels, quotes i like, poetry (not mine) || swiftie/friends-related content || movies i watch, books i read, paintings i love, songs i play

[my hashtags] : see the tag #cinnamon-taglist (you can find it in the tags of this post)

i love talking to people, so feel free to interact, it is more than welcome! thanks for following my blog, i hope you'll have a good time checking it! <3

#intro post #introduction #blog intro #cinnamon notes #cinnamon talks #cinnamon answers #cinnamon replies #cinnamon smokes #cinnamon polls #cinnamon and the folks #cinnamon analysis #cinnamon in love #i'm her dorothea #cinnamon situationship #cinnamon at work #cinnamon crochets #cinnamon taglist

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fatphobiabusters · 5 months

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Brooms by Jasmine Walls and Teo DuVall

[PHOTO ID: The title Brooms is in white all capital letters set against a night scene with a full moon. The cover features two shoulder up illustrations: one is a biracial woman looking away with long black hair and a large earing, one is a Black woman looking forward with a blue collared shirt and a purple biller har, one smaller shoulder up illustration of a Black man with a white collared shirt.

Two full body illustrations on brooms. One of a Chinese woman riding the broom like a surf board wearing a blue handkerchief, white t shirt and blue skirt the other is a Black woman in a yellow dress with one leg up in a stirrup and one arm out with a glow.

And two waist up illustrations of biracial sisters one in pink with glasses and braids and one in purple with her hair up.

Next to the girl in pink and the woman in yellow are the author, illustrator, letter setter and colorist names, in large text: Jasmine Walls, Teo DuVall then in smaller text: Bex Glendining & Ariana Maher. END ID]

Image from Goodreads

Overall rating: 10/10

I can't do a traditional pro cons list because I can't think of a thing I would have wanted different, outside of topics I cant "review" of course (more on this later). However before we get too far I need to lay out the setting so you know what you are getting into! This is a graphic novel about magic realism set in 1930s Mississippi. It follows women (and two girls) of color and their attempt to make cash doing illegal broom racing to make their lives, well easier for one, but also safer.

This isnt a utopia, magic is woven into the racism of the era. No slurs are used but subtle racism is depicted. There is a hierarchy of legality of who can use magic and what kind. It's a underdog story of solidarity and love, it has that "one last job and we retire" energy. While the young girls learn to harness their magic the police patrol, they are supported by a type of found family along side their blood family.

There is a happy ending I will at least spoil that much.

The blending of era and magic is lovingly crafted. For instance one character, Loretta, works as a laundress, she, like a lot of women in the time and place struggle with money and finds work where she can. Magic here isn't like the cheat code for easy living, she cant just magic the cloths clean and mended. It's a muscle to train and partner with not a deus ex eject button for every little thing. Each character reveals so much yet so little of themselves to us and there is an epiloge of sorts that delights the mind to want more of these characters. So I guess my point is, yes magic but also hardships and I've never seen it done like this before.

So all that said let me pull back on all the other things about this story and answer the question...

Hows the fat rep?: The characters come in many sizes, Loretta seems to be the biggest of her friend group. Her weight is never mentioned, no jokes about how a fat person could ride a broom! She's got a loving husband (no jokes about the size difference!) Billie Mae is the second biggest of the main cast perhaps more musclar than fat but is distinct imo in body shape and build and its my review so...she's different from Loretta, Lor is femme leaning and Billie is butch and here too there are no jokes it's simply a part of her design, shes the only woman on the team to wear pants. There are background and unnamed fat characters! You'd be suprised how hard that is to find.

This is very much a situation where weight is not brought up, it exists as a thing and thats it. And I appreciate that because fat peoples lives shouldn't be all about our weight, we deserve to exist with hobbies and interests and jobs.

Additionally: You might have seen that trend where people list off rep of a book and don't even mention the plot? Well I hope my introduction was enough to cover story and such because this comic has: visible and invisible disability rep, sapphics, a trans main character, and remember how I gushed about unnamed characters? There's also physical disabilities. The attention to detail while designing otherwise nameless characters is appreciated.

My limits as a reviewer:

I can't say if there good enough representation for Black women btw. For me this was obvious but I'm adding it just in case.

A main character is Deaf and due to the limitations of the medium the artist and writer had to imply signs. Consideration for the eye line of this character is given, she will bump and nudge people to turn towards her so she can read lips. I cannot say if this is a good compromise or not.

The issue of cultural appropriation could be had. It is mentioned that the author worked with the language experts from the Mississippi Band of Choctaw Indians, and in story residential schools are mentioned and briefly depicted. Was this respectful or enough research I cannot say.

You mighy find additional concern with the trans rep, it is mentioned that an outside source was consulted to bring authenticity. Related, a person was consulted about the Cantonese depicted. Was this enough I cannot say.

Individuals will each have their own feelings about own voices vs researched stories. There's no one perfect answer but I can only provide the info that's in the book to help you make informed decisions.

On Goodreads

#Mod squirrel #Fat book reviews #Brooms #jasmine walls #As far as my limits I'm just letting everyone know #You can read the same thing as me and find it lacking even if I loved it #Or if I thought enough research was done #You could find it wasn't enough

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stalkiwi · 6 months

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So about this Canto V... (Spoilers)

I rather say it straight, my review is quite negative, so if you loved Canto V, you should ignore this. I don't like to put bad vibes in the main tag, but I wanted to give my opinion on this Canto.

This Canto was... Disappointing. I love Ishmael, I love Moby Dick, I truly do, and I had high expectations. Especially because, I know Project Moon is good at making us feel things, so I was confident with this Canto. I was confident it would be as good as the last one. But... There are things.

I'm not going to talk much about the CG or character designs. I will be honest, the new characters designs were really mid, Queequeg and Ahab were the two to stand out, and yet, even so, I did not saw them very great. Yet god knows I love evil old women and butch she/her himbo. I feel sad that Nai_Ga had to, well, literally carry the entire visuals of the Canto, did every background, every character, every CG. I hope he's paid tripple for his work. But also it felt like rushed, naturally, when you're the only artist working on a whole game's chapter, there's high chances that it will look low quality. But at the same time, since VellMori left the crew, I can't say much. I really, really hope they can find new artists. I love your art style, Nai_Ga, but dear god we need to discuss how you draw muscled arms.

ANYWAY, now into the real subject; what really disappointed me in this chapter. The feels.

I AM going to compare it a lot to Canto IV, naturally. It was the previous Canto, so it's hard to not compare them, especially with how good Canto IV was. It's like eating a very dull and mid dessert after an absolute banger of a feast.

The characters were not attaching. At all.

Let's talk about Ahab first, the main antagonist. She's... Well, a very fucked up old lady. She's senile and obsessed by her revenge. Which, well, makes sense! But it gives no sympathy whatsoever to the character. Comparing to Dongrang, the antagonist of the previous Canto, she was not a grey antagonist. She was all black. All evil. Which is BAD when Project Moon has been serving us really morally grey characters before. She's obssessed, she's ready to throw her crewmates to death for her own desires, she just wants to kill that Damned Whale. And this was so, so bad when at the end, Ishmael spares Ahab. WHY would you spare this absolutely madlad. Sure, Ishmael doesn't want to be like her, but Ahab had absolutely no reason to be left alive. She will just be more evil, AND join the evil people gang to be even MORE evil. That's fucked up. Yes, Kromer was also some unhinged feral woman, but she fought for something and was not just evil, but smart. She was scary BECAUSE she was smart. Ahab, at first she was shown as charismatic, that she can manipulate... But she quickly, way too quickly fell into "just some senile old woman." Starbuck and Queequeg followed her because she was the reason they were still alive, she was their lighthouse. But at the end of the dungeon, even after she shouted with absolutely no shame that she's ready to kill her crew, after Queequeg discovered with horrors that she sacrified everyone to make her way to the heart, she... Still joins Ahab? Without, even a second thought? Queequeg, you KNEW Ahab had not a single care for you, that she was ready to use your body for the steps that would lead her to her ambition. WHY, you followed her, and DIED for her till the end.

And Queequeg is my next point. She could, she SHOULD have been a character I enjoy a lot, but instead I felt neutral about her. A character we can associate to her in the previous Canto is Dongbaek. And now, we get a hint; all the Pequod crew was introducted way too late. They got introduced at the start of the Dungeon, and all died at the end of the Dungeon. Compared to Kromer, to Dongrang and Dongbaek who were introduced way before. We saw the memories of Sinclair and Yi Sang with them, we saw the interactions, the good moments, and that's how we got attached to them. Unfortunately, for the Pequod's crew, from the start of Canto V to the start of the Dungeon, we got absolutely nothing. Just their names mentioned. We should have got flashbacks. We barely saw Ishmael interact with Pip or Starbuck, and even her interactions with Queequeg, they were sure, adorable and heartwarming, but I could not feel the attachment between them that much as I was able to feel it between Yi Sang and Dongbaek. Dongbaek gave us an amazing boss fight, despite being not the final boss (Queequeg had a boss fight too, but! Too bad! It was just some random looking fight.), she gave us amazing memories of her and Yi Sang, and she died a heartbreaking death.

Queequeg, not only you had to guess that she was dead because at no moment it was showed, but all she got is around five lines of dialogues, Ishmael's crying sprite, "oh no!, anyway. that whale's not going to die alone."

Then we got Pip, Starbuck, and Stubb. Who? They appeared, they had a bit of dialogues, then they disappeared. Reduced to atoms.

This is really sad, because Project Moon always had a talent to make us attached to characters, then once they were growing into our hearts, kill them. I mostly think about Xiao, about Yan, we saw those characters evolve throught the story of Library of Ruina, we followed them, we saw their struggles, we saw their feelings, we fought them, the music playing behind broke our hearts, and we killed them. It was painful, it was hard, and even after they're gone, we will still think about them. We will read their books and discover even more. The promise Xiao and Lowell made that she broke after his death, how Yan had been chosen as a messenger just after he tried to take his own life away.

Queequeg, Ahab, and the rest of the Pequod's Crew are forgettable. And this is AWFUL for a Project Moon game.

And Ishmael's evolution... The conclusion felt, quite random. A few time I felt bad for her during the Canto, and it was good! But at the end, it felt rushed. She dropped a "my friends are Limbus Company now" randomly. She did not even interacted with anyone during the Dungeon. All the Sinners were just looking from far away like "go white girl go". She could have teamed up with them, she could have created bounds with them. All we got is Heathcliff saving her to make the Ishheath fans scream because Ishmael is a dark skinned himbo magnet.

I hope at least, Ishmael will play a really good part in Heathcliff's evolution in his Canto, the next one, but that's disappointing that during Ishmael's, it wasn't much. She could have got closer to Outis during the final fight, since both were already working as a team on the boat before, she could have got closer to Rodion, who helped her, or maybe Don! It's sad she was just, here, alone, against Ahab. It broke the whole purpose of "finding her new self", and she seemed that she came to this conclusion randomly.

So yup. Big disappointment. I probably set the bar of my expectations too high, maybe, but I'm not the only one sharing this, as I discuted it with some people before. I can complain about other points, like how Moby Dick just appeared for one scene, that Queequeg's death was absolutely useless to the story, or the lack of new abnormalities. But I'm being annoying.

Mili's song was fire tho, as always

#limbus company #project moon #ranting #long post #anyway love yall #im not really much into PM stuff anymore #and I was expecting to come back to it with this new chapter #but well lol #lmao even #guess ill sleep until Don's chapter #make it extra silly please #also the review isnt that big or developed im sorry #i dont feel like analysing everything again #i didnt roll middle don im PISSED #the battle against Ricardo was more memorable than Queequeg's battle send tweet #as I said to a friend #“it felt more like a moby dick fanfic with yuri than a project moon story”

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