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aita-alternia · 7 months

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AM I TtHE ASSSSHOLE FOR "NOTt RESSPECTtING" MY ASSHMATtESS CRAFTt??

SSO. I (7.5, OLIVE, NONE GENDER(ITt/ANY)) AM PARTt OF A ASSHEN RELATtIONSSHIP ASS ONE OF TtHE OUTtTtER LEAVESS. TtHE OTtHER OUTtTtER LEAF (7.8~, TtEAL, SORTt OF M (HE/TtHEY)), ISS AN ***INFLUENCER.*** TtHATSS COOL. WHATtEVER. HISS FASSHION STtUFF ISS REGRETtABLY ACTtUALLY PRETtTtY GOOD WHEN HESS NOTt BEING DRAMATtIC ABOUTt ITt. TtHEY LOOK GOOD. I CANTt EXACTtLY ACTt LIKE TtHEY *DONTt!* TtHE ISSSSUE ISS NOTt HISS CLOTtHESS, TtHOUGH. ITtSS HOW TtHEY TtALK ABOUTt STtUFF WHEN DOING TtHE VIDEO TtHING. BECAUSSE TtHEY DO TtHESSE "LONGFORM DEEPDIVE" TtYPE VIDEOSS ON PETtTtY DRAMA. TtHE DRAMA ISS ALSSO NOTt TtHE BIG DEAL. I DONTt CARE ABOUTt WEB DRAMA. I **DO** CARE TtHATt HE WILL STtARTt INSSULTtING SSOMEONESS FASSHION SSENSSE EVEN IF SSOMEThING REALLY SSERIOUS HAPPENED TtO TtHEM. TtHERE WASS TtHISS TtHING TtHATt HAPPENED ATt SSOME CONVENTtION ABOUTt A PERIGEE AGO TtHATt YOU MIGHTt HAVE HEARD ABOUTt. WHERE TtHATt GOLD BLOOD MUSSICIAN GOTt ASSSSAULTtED BY A JADE FAN? WELL MY ASSHMATtE DECIDED TtO DO A VIDEO ON TtHE SITtUATtION. AFTtER SSHOWING A CLIP OF TtHISS WOMAN NEARLY GETt BEATt TtO DEATtH BY A FAN, HE SSTtARTtED Tto COMPLAIN ABOUTt HOW TtHE COLOR OF HER BLOOD DIDNTt GO WITtH THE COLOR OF HER PANTtSS??????? AFTtER I WATtCHED TtHIER VIDEO, I WENTt TtO TtHEIR HIVE TtO ASSK ABOUTt ITt BECAUSSE I TtHOUGHTt TtHATt MAYBE CALLING A GIRLSS BLOODY TtORSSO **UNFASSHIONABLE** WASS A LITtTtLE BITt HARSSH. HE LOSSTt HISS ACTtUAL *PAN* ATt ME OVER ITt!! SSAID I DIDNTt "UNDERSSTtAND ARTt". HOW FASSHION HASS RULESS "NOTt TtHATt ID UNDERSSTtAND TtHEM". TtHE REAL KICKER WASS HIM TtELLING ME WHAT TtHE TtITtILE SSAID, TtHOUGH! OUR MIDDLE LEAF WASSNTt TtHERE, BUTt I TtOLD HER ABOUTt ITt AFTtER AND SSHE SSAID SSHE WASS CONFLICTtED. TtHATt HIM SSHOUtTING ATt ME WASS UNFAIR, BUTt TtHATt HE HAD A RIGHTt TtO SSAY WHATt TtHEY WANTtED IN TtHEIR VIDEO. I SSTtILL DONTt LIKE ITt TtHOUGH. ITt FEELSS LIKE A WEIRD COMMENTt TtO MAKE, ESSPECIALLY ABOUTt SSOMEONE LOWER ON TtHE HEMOSSPECTtRUM. SSO AM I TtHE ASSSSHOLE????

#CENTRIST ^SS ^SHM^TE #SORRY NOT TO JUDGE YOUR ^USPICE. BUT IM JUDGING YOUR ^USPICE #am i the asshole #unreality

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pcrplevenom · 9 months

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The Snake and The Jester

A written gift for @swcctdreams !! A mutual I've known for a few years on this hellsite, and a super cool person. :D

Soldan hasn't visited this part of the ring before, in front was a sign that read 'LooLoo Land'. To say it was falling apart, was an understatement. Everything looked like wreck, the games were rigged-but hey, the food was decent to get. Her attention was turned to a tent, curiousity was strong enough to check it out. "The 'Robotic Fizzarolli'? Should be entertaining, as long as I'm not seen." shrugging, going inside and noticing a few imps there. Some with children, not too many. Most filled the center seats, Soldan sat near the rafters in the back. Once the lights went dim, a spotlight hit the fuschia curtains. A neon violet glow of the eyes helped focus, naturally kicking in from the dark. A glitchy voice, vocal and fairly loud erupted out after a few minutes. "H-H-Hello kiddies! I am the robotic Fizzarolli, make in Ozzies' factory for your entertainment!" Flinging the curtains open, grinning almost too widely. Soldan wasn't bothered by it, enjoying the show without speaking up once. After some time passed, it was done. Getting up to leave, the same spotlit hit her once cleared out. "What the-?" wincing at how bright it was, thankfully dimmed down. "W-Well, Well! Who d-do we have here?" The same voice, close by. Turning around, there he was. Robotic Fizzarolli, known as 'RoboFizz' by others. The neon green eyes unblinking, a circular head tilt. "Y-You were the odd one sitting in the back!" grinning again, giggling mischeviously.

"I didn't want to be noticed, that's why!" She huffed, annoyed. "Besidess, I enjoyed the sshow anyway. You did pretty good!" Smiling, rather contently. The praise made a few excited sparks, Robofizz pulled her into a rather tight hug and nuzzled the face even more closer. Uncomfortable for a few minutes. "Ow. Zappy, but ow. They eventually did talk more, sitting on the edge of the stage. Soldan warmed up slowly, RoboFizz was unique-for a robot jester that is. Yawning a little, she was starting to doze off and head resting on a shoulder. Noticing this, moving her closer and snuggling up. Some form of attachment, slowly started. RoboFizz didn't understand quite yet, but it was a good feeling. Within the cold metallic body, may reside a warm affectionate side that'll slowly open up in time. Who knows?

#{Drabbles}#swcctdreams #Dreaming in the spotlight; Soldan x RoboFizz

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bookoramaenderteeth · 2 years

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The Gameboard was intimidating, on a first visit. It felt outdoors, until you looked closer at the horizon and the sky above, and saw the endlessly far walls and ceiling which enclosed you. The terrain was flat, far flatter than any natural terrain, broken up only by landmarks, the occasional pit or divot, and, of course, the walls around the border. Not the distant, unreachable, incredibly enormous walls on the horizon - the far more immediate, somewhat breachable walls which enclosed the Gameboard and kept things manageable.

The ground was sand and cacti and tumbleweeds, and a newcomer would be forgiven for thinking they’d stumbled into the Desert at first. But dig down half a foot or so and you’d find green felt in some areas, checkerboard squares in others. Snake Eye preferred it this way. He liked people having to dig to find out where they were. There was probably some metaphor he could make there, but Snake Eye wasn’t one for figures of speech.

Snake Eye was the crown inhabitant of this locale, the boss, the guy in charge. Had been for years, ever since he’d taken over from what’s-his-name, the card guy. When that joker had been in charge the place had been run more like a circus than a proper society, and Snake Eye had been glad to see the back of him. Now the place was organized, orderly, with folks keeping the peace and Snake Eye able to run things properly from the comfort of his tower.

Or at least, he could, if those damn interfering folk didn’t show up every few months.

It was almost always members of the same group. The old twins, that woman with the drugs, that guy with the gun, or Tiffany. They kept breaking into his domain, well armed, well informed, and messing with some aspect of his locale - talking to inhabitants, freeing other intruders, solving some of the weird puzzle shit which was around. He couldn’t stand it. Every time he gathered a posse to trap them, and every time they managed to escape under his nose.

It was humiliating.

This time though, he’d got’em. This time, Snake Eye would take them all down. See, last time they’d shown up, they’d left something behind - or someONE. A little kid, less than ten, currently crying her eyes out at the top of Snake Eye’s dice tower. Little brat, it’s not even like she’d been hurt, much. And those mice were full of healthy nutrients, call her ungrateful for not even tasting them.

So Snake Eye knew that someone would be back soon to try and pick her up. He’d be ready. He’d assembled three of his toughest and most loyal enforcers - Hazard, JC, and Ludus. They all looked nearly identical - golems made of giant dice, with snakes weaving in and out of the dots to hold them together, topped with cowboy hats. He’d created them a while ago.

“Now ssee here,” he told them, tongue flicking in and out of his mouth. “I don’t know who iss going to sshow up, it could be any of those annoying agentss. Sstay ready for gunfire, drugss, Tiffany, ssurprisse bureaucratic insspection, or just about anything elsse. The important thing iss we have the upper hand here, sso we can make our demandss.”

The three nodded. They didn’t know how to speak, but that was alright.

“Sssh! Here they come!”

Snake Eye straightened his hat and narrowed his one remaining eye as the group stepped out of the tunnel. Four of them - the gun guy, Tiffany, the old man, and-

Oh shoot.

“Snake Eye!”

“Card Guy.”

“Please, call me Rechard. Everyone does these days. Also nobody ever called me Card Guy unless they forgot my name, but surely you wouldn’t have forgotten that, right? That would just be lending insult to injury, forgetting my name after deposing me and sending me to do some Sisyphean punishment? Even you wouldn’t be THAT mean.”

Snake Eye shuffled his boot in the dirt.

“Enough of this,” the guy with the gun said angrily. “Where’s Tam?”

“Who?”

“My daughter, Tam. Where are you keeping her? I swear if you harmed one hair on her head-”

Snake Eye waved him down magnanimously. “We’ve kept her safe, don’t you worry. Safe and ready to be turned back over to you - once we’ve agreed on a few terms, of course.”

The old man pushed his way to the front. “Step aside Greg, this is my area of expertise. Are you more of a spit-and-handshake guy, or can I pull out my legal paper and get things cracking?”

Snake Eye squinted. “I’m not that dumb. I ain’t letting you anywhere near this agreement. It’ll be short and simple, no loopholes. I want all of you to clear out and stay out. Forever. No more interfering with my place here.”

Tiffany crossed her arms and Snake Eye’s enforcers lumbered forward protectively. “We can’t do that, and you know we can’t. We have jobs to do and sometimes that involves coming here.”

“No dice, eh? Well, guess one of those jobs is going to have to be rescuing a little girl, because I’m not prepared to accept a worse offer.”

The old man started to talk, but Snake Eye waved him down. “I said no, and I mean it. Shut up old man, you’re not getting any of your fancy bureaucracy in this. Gun guy, it’s your kid, what do you think?”

Gun guy fiddled with his rifle. “Tiff, we really have to cooperate here. Right? Like you always say.”

Tiffany nodded reluctantly.

Snake Eye caught a glimpse of Rechard, tossing something small and white up and down in his hand.

“My other eye!”

“Finally noticed, have you?”

Everyone else turned to Rechard in surprise.

“How did you get that?”

“Inherited it. Long story. It’s been an ace up my sleeve for a long time, and now I’m pulling it out. Would you trade for it, Snake Eye?”

His mouth was watering. He wiped it with a sleeve and tried to look serious.

“Could be. What’s your offer?”

“I give you the eye, as a sign of our good faith. You give us the girl, as a sign of yours. We negotiate more from there. Maybe we start asking permission before hunting bounties across your land, or maybe we bring you the occasional gift. What do you say?”

It was a good offer. Snake Eye considered.

“Or we can wreck you and your goons right here and now, go find Tam and save her ourselves.” Tiffany offered with a sickly sweet fake smile.

“Let’s see…” Snake Eyes stalled for time. “I’ll have to talk to some of the inhabitants here… Get the word out… Might be a controversial decision…”

“Cut the crap,” the old man butted in. “We all know that you’re the only one who has a problem with us. Let Tam go, or I’ll start bringing the rules into this. You don’t want me to pull out a rulebook.”

Snake Eye would have thrown his arms up, but he was a snake. He had none. He threw his empty shirt sleeves up instead. “Alright, we’ve got a deal. Hand over my eye and I’ll get the kid out here.”

“Finally,” gun guy said. “And if you’ve harmed one hair on her-”

“You said that already.”

Rechard reached across, a die in hand, and stared into Snake Eye’s one eye. “Are you ready to deal?”

Snake Eye’s heart sunk. He knew, there was no doubt about it. He’d made a fatal mistake.

“Ready to let the dice fall, Rechard.”

Rechard stuck the die into Snake Eye’s empty socket.

Searing pain erupted through his spine. His enforcers collapsed where they stood, snakes slithering panickedly away. Snake Eye collapsed onto the ground as he felt his grasp on his domain weaken.

This was it then. Rechard had won. The wheel had turned.

His last thoughts before everything went black were ‘Why am I not the only one screaming?’ and ‘Man, that Rechard is a jerk.’

#yeehawgust #writing #Mean as a Snake #Sorry about this one #Long story short it's set in a world I've been writing #Along with my best friend for over two years #So there's a lot of context missing #This is the first time I've made any part of that world public before #So that's cool #If we ever make it into a show like we planned then I'll post something here #But it probably won't happen #Definitely not in the near future #The world is called #Prism

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sweetestofbelles · 21 days

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Well... guess we locked out now huh? *start locking the door whit key opal sshow*

-shovel anon

Once the door is locked, Opal takes the key and walks off with it. Time to hide this thing.

Sweetie is rubbing her head. ". . . ?"

#ic #anon #askbox #guest muse ; opal

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maneaterwithtail · 6 years

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Why I do not think I will ever be a friend to pearl-stans

Crossposted from spacebattles

Think of this as a companion or follow up to my reaction to the Lea C video

I suppose if there is a main character that I dislike in Steven Universe it's Pearl. In no small part there's her fans because chances are there were 'pressed or budding lesbians who view any attack on her as an attack on the entire concept of their identity. The fact that she's painstakingly tied into said Rebel lesbian identity while often referencing revolutionary girl utena which in my opinion did a much better job handling that as an identity / phenomena

But I don't have any real rational reasons. There's this one moment in this one episode that permanently pissed me off about ttheshow, months later it was still pissing me off. Okay this isn't the first time this had happened with the sshow. at one point you would receive extra canonical material or the charafters be characterized one way and then when it was necessary for the plot characterized another way. A popular one is when Pearl said she can't stand eating so that that way she doesn't become present at a parent get together which causes some really annoying hijinks. But that's just one episode. no, what really collapsed my suspension of disbelief for her as a character and required me to desperately not think she was a real character but just a series of events that did whatever the episode wanted her to?

"What is a sch-ool?"

To be clear this is an alien being who comes from another planet where they have temples. They understand the purpose of Arenas in which to fight for displaying to martial prowess. And she has a 14 year old human son. She's been on Earth for thousands of years. Also she doesn't just know how to operate a motor vehicle and repair one she talks explicitly about traffic laws these cannot be any older than 200 plus years. Despite all of this she does not know what a school is a human practice that has been practiced for thousands of years

That moment, right there, completely destroyed all credibility as a character. She'll have emotional moments that she evokes very well. Because they give her some pretty solid writing and her actress does a damn fine job. But that does not matter because they've basically toled me in certain terms that she is made of stupid. Whenever they want to make her alien they will make her inexplicably alien and Incredibly dumb to make a plot go forward. Whenever they want to make her too traumatized they will make her too traumatized to justify some bullshit. It's everything I Hate About Mary Sue writing ( even though she is most certainly not a Mary Sue.) Arbitrary in order to evoke audience sympathy rather than earn it and ignore consistency with either setting or character. I don't even hate her that much it's just when they say care about her that I can't do it. I'm always at an enormous divide whenever they try to center on the character.

again this would be okay if she weren't front-and-center on several plots. And hating her basically didn't come with an immediate Repulsor field of saying anything bad or evil or mean about her basically brings out every lesbian, girl who's not like other girls, animation aspirant, or Shoujo Manga fan who's had to deal with any harassment at any point in their lives and assumes that you're part of another chain of evil man figures. Cuz seriously Pearl is really really bothersome. And it gets more so when it feels like her bother some parts get put aside to make her more sympathetic or to make sympathetic allusions.

The big one for me was when they implied she was going to date a human woman. Despite the fact almost every other word out of her mouth about humans is utter contempt and disgust along with the aapprehensive fact she knows so little about their culture she can't pick up on 2000 year plus old practices. This would imply a level of bigotry that I honestly appreciate the entire fandom accepting in dis course

But much like a popular web novel series apparently her victimhood due to status and how she's crafted in terms of appealing identity matters more than the actual actions and character she displays. This is made even worse due to recent Revelations where I'm supposed to care even more

What's weird about it is that Pearl is in my opinion an incredibly well-written bigoted character. But she's not appreciated as such she's appreciated as basically a Justified bitch. And if any male character dares to show a similar level of fault unless yyou are stanning or shipping them they will be hated the fuck out oof or just dismissed. As far as I'm concerned Uncle Andy is Pearl with Aviation as opposed to space flight and spear use. He's effectively the straight older guy version of pearl. But no one will see that because all they can see is

oh she's autistic just like me

she's post-traumatic stress disorder just like me

oh she's a lesbian or atypical about feminism in some sort of way just like me.

And this got very explicit with one Tumblr poster who out and out said this then privately contacted me when I reblogged that moment to have me delete it and then close down her entire blog. This gets particularly bad due to the greater critical Steven Universe sentiment. Which honestly I want to enjoy but I can't help but feel that they're more pissed off that the lesbian Revolution was not what was being televised and not frustration with various storytelling beats because almost all the common storytelling criticism get apologized for by every fan and blamed on Cartoon Network

There is a fractal wrongness with the "what is a school" line coming from Pearl. To be fair it actually comes from Steven but she's basically repeats it a scene later and reveals her ignorance. Ignoring the fact that it's unrealistic for her to be ignorant or to not have looked it up in a fucking dictionary. There's the fact that that's "what is this thing you humans called love and or kissing?" level writing.

. Pearl is very deliberately kind of the anti girl written for guys sort of character. She's very much a girl written for girls sort of character. And I don't mean aimed at a female audience. I mean she's like the anti Starfire. this extends to hur character design which is all sharp edges along with the very deliberate I'm a lesbian fuck off codifiers that I keep mentioning. And the way they often and continuously show her as complicated is to do stupid shit like this. Make her have a breakdown and or make her ignorant about a human subject but only in a convenient way for a narrative. And when the consequences come they will be softened considerably because we need to be recognizing that she is a mentally ill lesbian who was oppressed and abused

#anti-pearl #su critical #negativity

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greatmar2 · 6 years

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Curiosity

A group of friends go for a walk in a forest and find an abandoned house…

This is a secret santa gift for @jaspirz with his character of the same name. I’m posting it now because he only just got back from holiday.

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“Hey Jasp, you coming?”

“Of course,” he retorted, “What kind of friend would I be if I let you two explore my woods alone? Just hold on for a bit.” The fox hurried to tidy up his living room, sealing packets, packing away electronics and throwing trash into the bin. Mark peered through the doorway, his dog face belied some guilt when he realised he had left his host to clean up after him. He hastened to help. Soon they were also joined by Rupert - though his hawk-like features did not betray as much emotion as Mark’s.

Once they had finished, Jasp headed to the entrance hall and slipped his shoes onto his feet and grabbed his jacket from the hanger.

“Let’s go,” said Mark.

The three left the house and walked up the street. Past the cul-de-sac at the end of the street was a well-worn path that lead off into the forest beyond the residential area. It was a chilly afternoon, with a biting breeze whispering through the trees. A few birds forlornly sung. Fortunately, the trio’s thickly padded clothing protected them from the elements. Chatting away, they travelled along the forest path.

“Where does that go?” Rupert motioned with his feathery hand toward a faded and overgrown path the lead away from the one they travelled.

“It leads to an old house,” Jasp replied. “John, one of my neighbours, said that there’s an old lady who lives there - but I haven’t ever seen anyone in there since I’ve moved to this neighbourhood. Not that I spent much time there.”

“You want to check it out?”

“I’m not so sure that’s a good idea,” Mark commented with a high pitched voice.

Rupert tutted. “Oh, come on, you’re not still scared after those horror games?”

“Am not!”

“Besides, it’s not like it is possible for houses to be haunted in real life?”

“Ok, whatever,” Mark acquiesced, “You’re going first, though.”

Rupert made a dismissive squawk and forged ahead. Jasp followed hot on his heels, and Mark at a more measured pace - dodging branches that swung back to their places after the other two had passed.

Eventually, the three arrived at a rickety and worn-down chain-link fence, interrupted by a rusty gate. A chain held in place by a padlock hung on the gate, but was not looped around the gate post - the gate could be opened. This is exactly what Rupert did.

“Are you sure this is a good idea?,” queried Jasp, “We’re trespassing.”

“You said you’ve never seen anyone here. Besides, we’ll knock. If she’s home, we’ll say hello and leave. Not like she’s gonna eat us.” Rupert pushed the gate open and marched up the cobbled path, dodging the weeds that pushed up through the cracks between the stones. Once at the door, he knocked and waited.

Jasp walked along the patio and peered between the burglar bars of a window. “There’s a lot of boxes in there. Some electronic components lying around. I don’t see any movement, though.”

Rupert began knocking harder on the door but, between the second and third knocks, the lock clicked and the door swung open. In the barren entrance hall stood a dark wood table. Upon the table, a cardboard sign that read “Please place deliveries on table”.

Rupert and Jasp walked in slowly, looking around the eerie room. The sound of a howling wind could be heard, but there was nary a breeze inside, nor much of one outside. An electric crack followed by a deep, rumbling boom echoed across the house. Mark hovered by the door before mumbling, “Nuh-uh,” and backing out and heading down the patio steps. All of a sudden, the door closed and locked itself again. This caused a moment of panic: all three running to the door and banging on it - only for it to open again, leaving three puzzled youngsters staring at each other.

“There were some electronics on it,” commented Jasp, looking behind the now-open door. “Yeah, there’s a little jury-rigged system here. Whoever lives here knows a bit about electronics.”

“Now I definitely want to meet her.”

“We don’t even know if she’s here, Rupert.”

“Well, then, what’s the problem with taking a look around? It sounds like there’s a thunderstorm going on here! I want to find out what is up with that.” He walked toward one of the aged wooden doors leading out from the entrance hall and grabbed a door handle, turning it. A shrill and deafening alarm blared for a couple seconds.

“What did you do?” Mark cried.

“How am I supposed to know?”

Jasp shushed them. “The wind stopped.”

Sure enough, the house was now almost silent. Almost. A soft scriiitch was heard. Then a heavy thunk. These sounds alternated, slowly growing louder. This was accompanied a constant and menacing hissing.

“Run!”

The three turned only to find that entrance had, once again, closed behind them.

“Hello there, intrudersss…” A tall lizard emerged through a door. It had a rough, scaly skin that was charcoal black and dotted with tan-yellow patterns. A forked tongue darted out - briefly revealing a series of needle-like teeth. It stepped closer, its claws scratching on the floor and its tail dragging to create a hissing-like sound.

“Jasp, what do we do?” one of his friends whispered, their backs all pressed to the wall. They all very suddenly regretted their life choices.

“Hss-sss-sss,” the lizard approximated a rasping laugh. “You ssshould sssee your facess.”

The three remained frozen in place.

“Oh, you warm-bloodss are ssso typical - judging by appearancess. I’m not going to eats you. You don’t ssseem like you’re here to ssteal my sstuff.”

“N-no, ma’am. I just had my friends over at my house and we thought we’d explore - I didn’t think anyone actually lived here.”

“Undersstandable. I have to admits I am rather reclusssive. Pleasse, call me Alana. What’re your names?”

“I’m Jasp. That’s Mark and this is Rupert. I live just down the street. They are staying over at my house for a night. We were mostly playing games, but also decided to take a walk in the forest.”

“Lassst I checked, the foresst wassn’t in here, hss-sss-sss. No problems with curiossity. It’ss part of what keepss me going.” She reached into a bag hanging around her shoulder and pulled out a tablet. She tapped the screen a few times, and the front door of the house opened once again, bumping Rupert on the shoulder as it did so. “Careful.”

“So, what do you do?”

“Tinker and invents. I’ve made plenty of money off my inventionss to keep me going, but I tired of corporate poloticss - ssso I decided to retire and tinker with sstuff on my own.”

“If you don’t mind my asking, what sort of stuff do you invent?”

Jasp could have sworn he saw a twinkle in the eye in spite of the lizard’s otherwise stiff face. “Oh, ssstuff you - asss a gamer - will be interessted in. Recently I’ve been tesssting ssome VR sstuff I made. You mights have heard the weather in the sssimulation when you came in. I can sshow it to you if don’t mind the messs. I haven’t had any alpha-tesstersss for quite sssome time.”

The three friends practically bounced with excitement. “Of course we’d like to see!”

Alana made another raspy chuckle and headed back into her hou

#writing #narrative #by me #jaspirz

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maneaterwithtail · 6 years

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Why I likely will not love, just like Pearl and her series

I tend to like the characters people hate. Asoka made perfect sense for me from the beginning. I even like jar jar and love midi-chlorians. Overall when I dislike someone it's usually when righteousness is afforded to them as opposed to them just being annoying especially if theire annoying this is treated as if it's annoying. As an example I don't actually hate Korra from Legend of Korra I'm just frustrated with its writing and her fan base.

Though I suppose if there is a main character that I dislike in Steven Universe it's Pearl. In no small part there's her fans because chances are there were 'pressed or budding queerfolk who view any attack on her as an attack on the entire concept of their identity. The fact that she's painstakingly tied into said Rebel lesbian identity while often referencing revolutionary girl utena which in my opinion did a much better job handling that as an identity / phenomena

But I don't have any real rational reasons. There's this one moment in this one episode that permanently pissed me off about ttheshow, months later it was still pissing me off. Okay this wasn't the first time this had happened with the sshow. at one point you would receive extra canonical material or the characters be characterized one way and then when it was necessary for the plot characterized another way. A popular one is when Pearl said she can't stand eating so that that way she doesn't become present at a parent get together which causes some really annoying hijinks. But that's just one episode. no, what really collapsed my suspension of disbelief for her as a character and required me to desperately not think she was a real character but just a series of events that did whatever the episode wanted her to?

"What is a sch-ool?"

That moment, right there, completely destroyed all credibility as a character. She'll have emotional moments that she evokes very well. Because they give her some pretty solid writing and her actress does a damn fine job. But that does not matter because they've basically told me in certain terms that she is made of stupid writing trying to be witty. Whenever they want to make her alien they will make her inexplicably alien and Incredibly dumb to make a plot go forward. Whenever they want to make her too traumatized they will make her too traumatized to justify some bullshit. It's everything I Hate About Mary Sue writing ( even though she is most certainly not a Mary Sue.) Arbitrary in order to evoke audience sympathy rather than earn it and ignore consistency with either setting or character. I don't even hate her that much it's just when they say care about her that I can't do it. I'm always at an enormous divide whenever they try to center on the character.

oh she's autistic just like me

she's post-traumatic stress disorder just like me

oh she's a lesbian or atypical about feminism in some sort of way just like me.

This is not helps with the plausible deniability especially combined with stuff that's happened above.

#rant #anti-character #pearl

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