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One of the more common examples I run into is keeping track of bullets or arrows or whatever. You’ll see all sorts of thinkpieces on RPG design blogs about how keeping track of expendable resources in a fine-grained and concrete way is never useful or necessary in a tabletop roleplaying game, and anybody who does is either a creepy math fetishist, or else simply too stupid to realise that they’re doing pointless busy-work – like, have y’all literally never heard of survival horror as a genre?

If you’re running the sort of game where resource starvation is meant to be a constant threat and being able to keep your distance from the baddies is an overwhelming advantage, making ammunition into a scare and countable resource is a pretty obvious piece of game-mechanical genre emulation. Yes, there are more abstract and arguably more “elegant” ways to handle it, but keeping track of individual arrows or bullets has the virtue that it’s intuitively obvious to everyone and doesn’t create any weird edge cases that need to be reasoned around. This isn’t rocket science.

- Mostly cigender men

- Mostly cisgender women

- Mostly transgender men/transmasculine people

- Mostly transgender women/transfeminine people

- Mostly non binary people

- Mostly mixed group of transgender people of any gender

- Mostly mixed group of cis people of any gender

- Perfectly even mix of people of any gender, cis and trans alike

The first one sounds so sad and “broken”, (in the sense of having vibes of brokenness as an intentional design thing). Is great

And the third one sounds like an original battle theme! So good

At launch, they are all alike. As they mature, they develop personalities.

"I need to visit the docks at the next stop," the ship said.

"Is there a problem?"

I have a few! Though you're right I probably could stand to draw them more often.

Here's Helen Regal, one of the earliest Rumble After Dark fighters.

Sister Leona was a later addition! She's fun to draw but I haven't figured out much for her to do in the story (insomuch as there is a story in Rumble at all...)

Xion is next in the series! She's with piglet :D

I need to get better at drawing women I have near exclusively drawn men for like 6 years

here's a link to the Vanitas and Eeyore drawing I posted before this one that goes with it; yes there will be a few more in the set

Flat and one without the background below the cut!

Reblogs and Likes Appreciated! <3

it wasn't always obvious (well. except for the times that it was), but you internalized it young. you had to eat what you didn't like, other people are going hungry, and you should be grateful. you had to suck it up and walk on the twisted ankle, it wasn't broken, you were just being a baby. you were never actually suffering, people obviously had it worse than you did.

you had a roof over your head - imagine! with the way you behaved, with how you talked back to your parents? you're lucky they didn't kick you out on your ass. they had friends who had to deal with that. hell, you have friends who had to deal with that. and how dare you imply your father isn't there for you - just because he doesn't ever actually talk to you and just because he's completely emotionally checked out of your life doesn't mean you're not fucking lucky. think about your cousins, who don't even get to speak to their dad. so what if yours has a mean streak; is aggressive and rude. at least you have a father to be rude to you.

you really think you're hurting? you were raised in a home! you had access to clean water! you never so much as came close to experiencing a real problem. sure, okay. you have this "mental illness" thing, but teenagers are always depressed, right. it's a phase, you'll move on with your life.

what do you mean you feel burnt out at work. what do you mean you mean you never "formed healthy coping mechanisms?" we raised you better than that. you were supposed to just shoulder through things. to hold yourself to high expectations. "burning out" is for people with real jobs and real stress. burnout is for people who have sick kids and people who have high-paying jobs and people who are actually experiencing something difficult. recently you almost cried because you couldn't find your fucking car keys. you just have lost your sense of gratitude, and honestly, we're kind of hurt. we tell you we love you, isn't that enough? if you want us to stick around, you need to be better about proving it. you need to shut up about how your mental health is ruined.

it could be worse! what if you were actually experiencing executive dysfunction. if you were really actually sick, would you even be able to look at things on the internet about it? you just spend too much time on webMD. you just like to freak yourself out and feel like you belong to something. you just like playing the victim. this is always how you have been - you've always been so fucking dramatic. you have no idea how good you have it - you're too fucking sensitive.

you were like, maybe too good of a kid. unwilling to make a real fuss. and the whole time - the little points, the little validations - they went unnoticed. it isn't that you were looking for love, specifically - more like you'd just wanted any one person to actually listen. that was all you'd really need. you just needed to be witnessed. it wasn't that you couldn't withstand the burden, but you did want to know that anyone was watching. these days, you are so accustomed to the idea of comparison - you don't even think you belong in your own communities. someone always fits better than you do. you're always the outlier. they made these places safe, and then you go in, and you are just not... quite the same way that would actually-fit.

you watch the little white ocean of your numbness lap at your ankles. the tide has been coming in for a while, you need to do something about it. what you want to do is take a nap. what you want to do is develop some kind of time machine - it's not like you want your life to stop, not completely, but it would really nice if you could just get everything to freeze, just for a little while, just until you're finished resting. but at least you're not the worst you've been. at least you have anything. you're so fucking lucky. do you have any concept of the amount of global suffering?

a little ant dies at the side of your kitchen sink. you look at its strange chitinous body and think - if you could just somehow convince yourself it is enough, it will finally be enough and you can be happy. no changes will have to be made. you just need to remember what you could lose. what is still precious to you.

you can't stop staring at the ant. you could be an ant instead of a person, that is how lucky you are. it's just - you didn't know the name of the ant, did you. it's just - ants spend their whole life working, and never complain. never pull the car over to weep.

it's just - when it died, it curled up into a tight little ball.

I am 6'6" right? 198cm? Ok?

Irreparably tall (positive for me), and i gotta buy groceries too, right?

And I had a lovely cis woman about my age approach me and tell me that she liked how tall I was, and that she was envious and wears platforms often to be taller, even though she was already taller than average.

My point is your height is not the critical clocking point you think it is. People will see you as the woman you are regardless of height. Do not let it get you down ok?

she was 100% right. look back at any 80s or 90s cyberpunk or mecha anime or 80s action flick and tell me the well-muscled ladies with ripped off sleeves or coveralls or whatever aren't hot as hell.

I'm trying to somewhat establish myself as a keeper of knowledge to bestow upon the younger, newer transgender individuals. To be here for advice, for questions, for reassurance and for help. To all, yes, but especially the little transmascs and transfemmes that might have need of guidance.

hello! i am crumb cat!

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I can't be the only one who noticed that in stories written by women power is often compared to a prison or a cage meanwhile in the ones written by men it's mostly fun and freedom.

It is that women tend to see power as more of an responsibility and men think of it as the ability to do whatever they want?

The apothecary diaries made me think of it first. I discovered with surprise that I actually like the emperor, which I almost never do. Any guy that has relationship with more than one woman at once tends to disgust me, especially if he's in a position of power but for some reason not him.

Because the emperor is as much a prisoner as the 2000 women in the rear palace. Maybe even more because as long as he doesn't touch them, they're allowed to leave.

Like on one hand, he's the most powerful man in the empire. He calls the shots, right?

But on the other hand, he can't even properly protect Lishu from being sold to some pedofile by her father. The only way he could protect her was to make her his concubine and how f*cked up is that? She's like a daughter to him and the only way he could protect her was by marrying her? And then he couldn't even spend time with her anymore because that would be read wrong.

It's the fact that 3 of his children died because there was no proper medic to save them due to the fact that they don't allow non eunuchs to treat them and forbid women practicing medicine... when he doesn't even care about that. He hasn't blinked once at Maomao running around the inner palace and being a doctor.

At first when I was watching the story I thought of how horrible it was that he didn't even visit Lady Lihua after their son died. But then it made me think of how he's literally not allowed to get attached because of his position and how hard it is for him? The fact that he couldn't even provide enough support for Lady Ah-Duo so she doesn't lose her uterus? The fact that she switched their baby with his brother and he had to watch his son grow up "away" from him?

There's so much more to this, especially with Jinshis approach to power and I could go on an on but I think I made my point.

And when I started comparing the stories written by women to those by men... Women tend to write power as more of a burden than a gift.

After watching TAD I watched solo leveling.

And for those of you who don't know, it's basically a story about a guy who suddenly "discovers" that he's like a character in a game (not exactly but it's be too long to explain) and basically finds out that he has endless potential and over the course of the story he becomes the most powerful being in the entire universe.

And there's a moment where he's talking to his little sisters friend that gets very misread as something inappropriate by another character.

This other character points out, kindly, to Sung Jinwoo that the girl is a minor.

Sun Jinwoo doesn't understand so he just looks at him and asks "so?".

And so the guy immediately gets scared and never mentions it again despite the two of them being friends.

This moment is kind of played for laughs. Nothing actually happened, Sung Jinwoo is a good guy so he wouldn't.

But he could. Nobody could do anything to stop him.

And when I watched that I laughed too. But then I thought of how terrifying that is. To have someone be so above the law, this untouchable. Who can do anything he pleases because no one will ever stop him.

But that's never actually adressed in the show other than to show us how cool this is.

It this was written by Natsu Hyūga there'd probably be a million different situations to show us how fucked up this is and how it weighs on the main character.