a lot of people have followed me for dungeon meshi so.... first of all, hi!! i'm not much of a fandom person, i just like to draw the lesbians i'm interested in and reblog cool art of said lesbians. i also reblog some other stuff, and if you only follow me for my art feel free to follow my art-only blog @10000art :)
i've been on tumblr long enough to know about basic etiquette but i literally only post for myself, i kinda use my blog as an archive to find stuff i've reblogged. this is the only platform in which i properly tag my works, because tags are functional and i get happy when people find the stuff they're looking for, but i genuinely don't care about likes or reblogs. in fact, i get easily overwhelmed by social interactions and i've disabled comments almost everywhere + don't usually look at my notifs tab.
i'm at a point where even if i only look at my reblogs, i can't read all of the possitive tags i get from people. i appreciate the effort though, and sometimes i go through my own art to see people's reactions from it ♡ but i don't keep track of any of my followers. i'm just saying this so that all of you know that there is no pressure to support me or even to keep following me!! i literally won't notice.
i'm not some kind of mysterious artist who doesn't interact with their followers, i'm just very introverted and i've had Bad Fandom Experiences so i just want to chill. yuri is the only thing i care about. i have a FAQ pinned in my profile and my askbox is always open even for violent anon questions which i still get for some fucking reason and are always extremely funny.
hope you have a nice day everyone, it's 3am here in spain so goodnight!
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Apologies for screaming into your askbox like this but
EVERYTHING YOU SAID ABOUT BENIOFF AND WEISS IS SO FUCKING TRUE AND I AM SO GLAD SOMEONE ELSE IS FINALLY SAYING SOMETHING
As someone who read the Game of Thrones books (probably younger than I should have...but that's beside the point) the sorts of things that the two Ds decided needed to be added for the sake of "realism" or "accuracy" was ALWAYS just an excuse to brutalize someone. Be it kids, be it women (though in GoT is was usually women) and so much of it was not in the books!!! Like, sure, the books have accrued a reputation for being brutal, and they totally are...but they never seem as gretuatus in the way that David and Dan seem to revel in the crualty. Utterly original characters are introduced for the express purpose of being killed or assaulted, and it makes watching Game of Thrones a harrowing experience.
I'm not surprised that this has continued in their other work, in so many ways, the bloodlust became their calling card. I am deeply thankful that most of the other places that had been courting them to make projects have dropped them.
I will say in defense of the no doubt huge team who worked on Three Body Problem that it's not a gore fest or anything. There was a lot I've enjoyed in eps 1-5 (which as far as I've gotten at the moment) and scenes of violence are hardly the only thing that happens (though umm... maybe be prepared for the opening scene. It's also a doozy.)
Anyway, as I see it, Benioff and Weiss's sadism is more like... Tarantino's foot fetish. It doesn't consume the entire story, but when Tarantino does a loving closeup of feet you're like, "Ah, there it is. I was wondering when that would show up." If B&W work on something, like it or not, they're going to mash the cruelty button and heighten the cruelty of canonical scenes (if it's an adaptation) in order to try to get a reaction out of the audience. It's just how they work. For some audiences, that might even be a feature, not a bug!
The thing that makes me so frothing at the mouth enraged about Benioff and Weiss is how fucking coquettish they are about their sadism. They always act so fucking surprised like they're shocked that anyone would think that the gore and the horror were the point and what drew them to the story (I know, I'm just repeating my post at this point but STILL--!).
Look, when I was a teen, I totally first started writing angst to sort of... express this vein of sadism in myself in a safe outlet like fiction. I wanted to make people cry with my writing. So I'd do things like just kill off all the characters and be so proud when a reader said they were sad after.
But that's just... really flat and amateurish angst, y'know? There are so many more sophisticated and meaningful ways to create emotion, including sadness, in an audience other than just killing off all the characters or torturing them.
But I feel I remember enough from those days (I'd like to think I've long since grown out of that impulse) to know a sadist when I see one? And Benioff and Weiss's storytelling, to my eyes again, is simply sadistic. It glories in watching people in pain and it finds ways to exaggerate that pain and the chance to exaggerate moments of pain is what draws them to the stories they like to depict.
And that's fine. Plenty of horror creators revel in gore and cruelty and it's an entirely worthy art form!
But for the most part, those horror creators know what they're doing and they're open or even joyful about the fun they have creating these horror stories! Enjoying creating horror stories or depicting suffering or even being sadistic, particularly in fiction where no one is actually getting hurt, is perfectly fine.
I just fuckin... wish Benioff and Weiss would admit that's what it is goddamn it makes me INSANE.
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“Wizard,” Dasein began, prompting Aedan to look up from the book in his hands.
In all honesty, he hadn’t been paying much attention to the words on the page before him-- more getting lost in the feeling of Dasein’s hands running through his hair, the soft rumbling from his chest. (He swore up and down it wasn’t a purr, but Aedan swore just as vehemently that he’d heard the very same noise from Copy Qhat before. Perhaps a habit picked up from borrowing her form?) “I have been thinking lately.”
“Alright. About what?”
“About the concept of soulmates.” Aedan set his book aside. This seemed like the sort of thing that would require his full attention. “I know it is not a notion with any basis in reality, that is, there are no predetermined connections between people which dictate their compatibility. But, in a greater sense. More general. The idea of a bond between two people which is more significant than what they share with others, unique in its depth.”
Aedan turned around to wrap his arms around Dasein’s midsection, chin resting on his chest. “Have you just been thinking about the concept in general? Or is there something specific?”
“Well,” and Dasein sounded flustered, of all things, “I suppose I’ve been thinking about it in the context of you and I.”
And now Aedan was the flustered one. “Ah. I see.”
“I don’t mean to presume anything,” Dasein said, awkwardly, like they weren’t sprawled out on the futon in Aedan’s apartment, legs tangled together and close enough that Aedan could hear his own heartbeat echoed through Dasein’s form.
(The great part about the Arcanum being not-really-a-place meant that Dasein could visit without being beholden to the same restrictions about his ability to travel past Novus’s borders, but likewise without sacrificing any of his physicality. Aedan would never get enough of being able to hug him whenever he wanted, no matter how much time passed.)
“It’s not as though there’s anyone else I’d consider for it,” Aedan’s tone was bemused as he pushed himself up onto his hands to trail kisses up the curve of Dasein’s cheek. Dasein leaned into the contact immediately. (Perhaps he would have a hard time getting enough of it, too.) “Putting names to things isn’t something I often consider necessary. But, if it would make you happy to consider us such... Then I can say with certainty that if soulmates do exist in any measurable capacity, that if there is a part of my heart which belongs to anyone but me, then it lies with you.”
“Oh,” Dasein mumbled. He freed his hands from the tangle of Aedan’s hair to instead wrap them around his shoulders, hefting him up enough that he could bury his face in the crook of Aedan’s neck. “I will never be able to clearly state how much I care about you.”
“I love you, too,” Aedan replied easily. “Was that all you wanted to ask about?”
“...Perhaps.”
“But, perhaps not?”
Dasein leaned back, and Aedan shuffled upright, still half-splayed over Dasein but no longer pinned on his front so ingloriously.
“Tell me; have you ever heard of a concept known as the multiverse theory? The Old One was quite fond of it.” When Aedan only gave a confused shake of his head, Dasein continued; “the theory states that there are a theoretically infinite number of possible universes out there. Timelines parallel to our own, identical except for certain branching paths based on varied decisions across each different reality. That for every choice which can be made, there is another universe to coincide with the outcome of it. Then new choices are made from that initial one, and each of those choices creates a universe with each diverging conclusion, and so on. Into infinity.”
“I... get it,” Aedan said. Then paused. “Mostly.”
“I understand this is quite an unwieldy concept. Don’t worry. All you need to retain for the purpose of my question is that there are infinite universes out there which are built from the choices we make, and all other possible choices we could have made.” He looked down at Aedan. “My question is; do you think we’re soulmates in every universe?”
Aedan hummed.
“I don’t know,” he said, softly, not wanting to interrupt the apartment’s peaceful ambiance. “I would like to think so, at least. Nothing is ever certain. Futures twist and change, and things are bound to be different in a world where we’d made different choices. I can’t make any promises. But, I also can’t imagine a life without you in it.”
Gently, he reached up to tangle one hand in Dasein’s tendrils, and they immediately curled around his fingers in return. One came to rest on his pulse point. (That small proof of Aedan’s continued existence was very dear to him, wasn’t it?)
“I think,” he continued, “that we must be soulmates in every universe where we are us. That I would not be who I am without you.”
“And I can say with absolute surety that I would not be anything resembling myself without your presence in my life,” Dasein agreed. “Unequivocally. Unquestionably. Had you not shown reality to me as you did, I would have no notion of existence. Not only would I not be me, I would not be. I would not know there was anything I could be. You are the reason I am here. You are-- my definition.”
Some part of Aedan thought they should maybe make it clear that they were separate people. That they each had their own fulfilling lives, and that their senses of self weren’t necessarily intrinsically tied to one another.
But at the same time, another (much louder) part of him asked; why bother? Who did they need to defend themselves to, here in the privacy of their own home? What notion of propriety did they need to conform to? They were a contradiction of the very idea of something, and an intersection point of two Magics which were, by their very nature, unable to coexist. Neither of them fit their bounds. Neither of them made sense, to any reasonable point of view. Why should they try to follow rules about something as paltry as their relationship status when they’d already broken so many rules regarding the laws of magic and nature?
So yes, they were separate people, but also they weren’t, and it was fine.
“In every universe where I am me,” Aedan said, definitively, “you are there.”
“And I would not be me in any universe without you.” Dasein concluded. He nodded assuredly. “I am far from an expert on the subject, but that does sound like soulmates to me.”
Aedan laughed, and leaned forward to kiss him again. “I suppose it does.”
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