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EVIL dracula !!!!

jonathan HURTer

MEANER murray

lucy WORSTenra

aBADham van HELLsing

jack SKEWERED

quincey HORRORiss

arthur holmWOULDN'T

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captain of the EVIL demeter

very scary and compelling look into the story of dracula if he were evil. a lot to think about

Saw this on Twitter and I obligatory need to share it

So she actually said that she does not see the appeal in Senshi at all and that the panty shots weren't intended to be horny - she just has a neighbor who looks kind of like him and does laundry in his underwear. Which she finds kind of weird and offputting, and put into his character to be funny.

But that's the thing. She doesn't exaggerate or grotesqueify or alter people's bodies to fit some standard. (Except insofar as she draws different species differently, and those are exquisitely practiced to ensure they have the same diversity of appearances that humans do.) She just presents people exactly as they are, complexities and oddities and all.

It just so happens that when you present people exactly as they are, what you present will be beautiful and alluring to many. Even the things you yourself might find weird and offputting. Honestly I think it's a touching example of how you don't have to see the beauty in everyone for the beauty to be there, simple honesty is enough to let the wonder of people's humanity shine through.

I've reblogged this before and I'm going to do it again because it really, really, REALLY cannot be emphasized enough that you do not know who an artist is just based on their work.

I could trot out any number of pop culture saints who have turned out to be monsters, which is perhaps the big reason why you should be wary of projecting what you see in a person's work onto the person who made it. You get taken advantage of, sometimes in horrifying ways.

But on the less horrifying side, this is also just... one of the things that's really cool and arguably the POINT of art?

Ryoko Kui draws things that don't appeal personally to her with a deep dedication to craft, and that dedication creates images and artwork which appeals deeply to the people who ARE into whatever it is she is drawing.

She has no idea what it's like to be a person who is into bara hairy men, and yet she makes images that sing like music to that exact group of people. Isn't that fucking magic? Isn't that enough?

im adopting the โ€˜dark jockโ€™ aesthetic. iโ€™m going to lurk around crumbling old institute buildings in a black tanktop with a skull on it and a backwards ballcap and iโ€™m going to get dark academia people to write my essays for me while i call them nerds and doofuses and prep for the big dark football game

Not everyone knows this so im gonna tell you. Countries that speak the same spoken language will not necessarily use the same sign language.

For example, American Sign Language and French Sign Language are related and Iโ€™ve known ASL users who have said they could stumble through communication with people who use LSF.

British sign language is completely unrelated to ASL however. The two languages have almost nothing in common. BSL is related to Australian sign language but Auslan and BSL still arenโ€™t the same language.

Mexico from what I gather has at least three completely unrelated sign languages, though LSM is the most widely used. Mainland China and Taiwan use completely different unrelated sign languages despite both countries using Mandarin. Portuguese sign language is influenced by Swedish sign language while Brazilian sign language is influenced by LSF. In most of Canada they use ASL but in Quebec they have their own unique sign language thatโ€™s still related to ASL and LSF. Nicaraguan sign language is a unique language naturally developed by children in a school for the deaf and is completely unrelated to the sign languages around it in other Spanish speaking countries.

I could go on and on and on. Thereโ€™s hundreds of sign languages out there and they donโ€™t follow the same geographic lines that spoken ones do. Keep that in mind.

I dont get people who write a Wyll that gets nervous and an Astarion who doesn't. Wyll gets tortured in front of the group and still doesn't miss a beat, aside from if you let his father die, I think there's only one or two lines where his dialogue strays from "affable/charming". Good luck trying to get through that shell, lol. Meanwhile Astarion has dozens of shrill, nervous, panicked dialogue lines. Astarion is a character who is influenced strongly by player choice and never goes it alone whereas Wyll leaves the camp if you fuck him around too much.

I feel like if you make Astarion cool and suave you are falling for the faรงade that is supposed to be deconstructed by the viewer and if you make Wyll fumbling, naรฏve and nervous you are forgetting that this man has been locked in a 24/7 one-on-one psycho-sexual mental battle with a billion-year-old demon from the 9th circle of Hell for the entirety of his adult life at this point, so. Jot that down.

you have it all. you are Fabian Aramais Seacaster, son of Bill Seacaster and Hallariel Seacaster, greatest pirate and fencer in the world, respectively. your parents were great, and they set you up to have a great life. it doesn't matter that you are two years older than all the other kids in your grade, and that there would therefore be a natural, social discrepancy between you and your classmates that would disadvantage you in making friends, because you spent two years adventuring around with your father, who loves you, and tells you so.

it doesn't matter that you get hurt, sometimes, by the hands of your father - he is, after all, only doing it for your own benefit, to help you get better and tougher. he means well, and says he loves you, and thus that must be true.

your mother loves you too, and she tells you so when she leaves you on your own for a year. she announces to the world how much she loves her son, and you revel in it because now everyone knows it, and maybe that will make it true. you can forget about the years spent without her, the years she focused so much on forgetting the world existed that she forgot to remember she had a child. once she did, though, she said she loved him, and see? his mother is great.

you are Fabian Seacaster, raised in a noisy household filled with rowdy pirates and sea shanties, with parties and all-nighters, with gunshots and sword-slashes and music booming. it doesn't matter that you now live alone - the entire school comes over to hang out at your place, and if you put on a podcast, a show, throw a study session or a party or ask the pirates in the barrels to sing you a song, then the silence doesn't feel like it'll take over and crush you beneath its empty fist.

the halls are big enough that there's not even an echo, barely the sound of your own breathing, and that's fine. if you keep showing up, if you keep dancing and smiling and partying people will keep coming over, and they'll choose you over and over and over again, and it won't matter that your father chose not to bail you out of jail and instead left you there for weeks. it won't matter that your mother didn't choose to remember you existed, and once you made sure that she did, chose to start a new family without you. these kids will choose you. you will give them every reason to.

you are Fabian. you have incredible friends, saved the world multiple times, you're the most popular boy in school and are Maximum Legend. you are so lucky. your father is dead. your mother doesn't think about you. your house was on fire, then hurled through the sky. your friends joke about setting it on fire again, and trigger your fears of rats, and laugh as you worry about your mother's new child, but it's all in good faith. they don't mean anything by it.

you have enough money to last you for a lifetime. if you withdraw it now, most goes to the person who traumatised you and became your sworn nemesis. it's good, though - your parents are doing this to ensure you are financially responsible. they love you. they care about you. they haven't looked at you in weeks. there's a lot of visitors to Hallariel and Gilear's room. your friends congratulate them. the hallway to your bedroom remains quiet, unwalked. you check if you have accidentally activated the ghost tattoo again, the fourth time today. the silence stretches on. you are Fabian Aramais Seacaster, and you are so lucky. you turn on your music as loud as you can to break the quietude, and you are so grateful. you are rich, and popular. your parents love you. your life rules 90% of the time. and the more people say it, believe it, the truer it gets, you've learned. that's how faith works. you choose to believe it.

daily affirmations

  • i am the unkillable faggot
  • i can exist in grocery stores
  • i have the shittiest music taste in any room
  • i have a gun
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