You said In the recent doodles Solar no like voice box repairs because he can't during them and then had that beautiful little pic above it.
I'm wondering if you have any scenarios planned out for that yet and if you have it planned enough to talk about it to us
~The Abuser AU ask~
Funnily enough, I started this comic just before this ask came in! What a fun little surprise that was <3
Quite a bit of a read, so I'll put a cut after the first page. Read under the cut if you're interested in the rest! :D
If you got this far, congrats! >:D Now I task thee with trying to figure out the bucket list of issues this dude has /verysilly
Also if the comic is clunky or there are any mistakes- nuh uh, this took a grand total of probably three or four full days to finish XD (my college assignments thanked me /j)
Edit: random thing I imagine- when his voicebox is booting up and he's adjusting it, he probably sounds like Sun during the first "zzz- aaaa -zz" before his voice pitches down to his own tone with the "aaaaa test test"
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in every premodern society ive read about, marriage is an economic relationship: the wife provides things (children, clothing, a functioning house, certain kinds of gathered food or ag labor, it depends) and the husband provides things (usually food, sometimes housing, again depends, other kinds of allowed labor), things which the other person is socially expected not to get except via this pairing. its sort of more like coworkers, or a boss-employee relationship, than modern marriage. which makes modern marriage kind of a weird institution. obviously there are economic BENEFITS to being married. but it just fundamentally is not an economic relationship in the way it used to be; a lone adult is a fully-functional economic unit in a way that they werent preindustrially. and this change is PRETTY recent. but like, people act like its the same thing, that it just underwent some minor changes. itd be like if you still had a person who was recognizably your "boss" in a world where earning a wage via employment was not the default way to get food and housing
You know what I miss and havenât done in a long time? Making out in a movie theater.
Neither of you paying much attention to the movie because youâre both too busy trying to figure out an excuse to shift closer to the other. To touch somewhere casually, then slowly slide that touch to somewhere not so casual. Overreacting to jokes or jump scares solely to justify moving your hands or faces somewhere a little more fun.
Pulling someoneâs hand into your lap to trace lazy circles on their palm while you pretend to have been listening to the last 10 minutes of the movie. Placing kisses on the back of their hand. Their wrist. Their forearm, upper arm, and shoulder, until your lips are suddenly on their neck. Your teeth are on their earlobe. Stifling your giggles and hearing them stifle gasps.
Fingertips finding shirt hems and waistbands as you sink lower into the chairs, but closer and closer together. The patrons in the seats below never noticing as your gentle kisses slowly turn into nibbling and the leaving of hickeys on their throat. Your playful touches turning to something a bit more desperate. Hips bucking against your hand while you whisper in their ear to quiet down if they want you to keep going. Any thoughts of returning focus to the movie evaporating when you hear them gasp, âpleaseeeâ
Pulling them into your lap and pressing your mouth to theirs because you canât stand to tease them anymore. The faint aftertaste of popcorn salt at the corners of their lips and blue raspberry slush on their tongue. The way they rock back and forth against you, trying to get any amount of friction without making noise, because the thought of waiting until you get home is unbearable.
Their hand laced into yours as you hurriedly pull them down the empty halls toward that one bathroom at the far end of the building that nobody ever seems to use, right after you both silently decided that this movie kind of sucks, anyway, and you slipped out the back of the theater. Pressing them to the beige tile wall and picking up where you left off, your mouth frantically mapping out every muscle and freckle and divot on their neck and throat, your hand under their shirt, and your name on their breathy whispers. Pulling their leg around your waist, because goddd, you have to be closer right now, and all these stupid fucking clothes are in the way.
Feeling the heat on their skin. Under your mouth. Radiating on their abdomen and between their legs when you finally yank the button loose to slip your hand into their jeans and tease them through the fabric of their underwear. Wishing to god or the universe or anyone at all that you could both just teleport immediately back to your place because you have to go down on them right. fucking. now, and the 20 minute drive home is a wholly unbearable thought.
The sound of an employees-only door opening nearby and a cart full of janitorâs supplies slowly rolling your way. Startling, then giggling and quickly attempting to put each other back together as best you can, pulling clothes back up, or back down, or back on, as the case may be. Fixing their hair and looking into their mischievous eyes, which glint in that way that silently pleads, âbut what if we have time for just one more kiss? One more touch?â Biting your lip and shaking the thought of it from head before pulling them off the wall and spinning them towards the door.
Picking up in the middle of some nonsensical and fabricated conversation in an attempt to look nonchalant as you stroll back through the halls and towards the nearest exit.
And starting all over again the absolute second youâre both in the car đ¤
Can I say I find the current situation regarding Hank Green really creepy? If you don't want to watch his videos anymore, that's fine but the way people have been talking about him makes me feel icky. I'm seeing people turn on a pretty well respected online science communicator because he (entirely by himself) admitted he over-relies on LLMs in his process. I recently saw a piece implying his brain has been, like, corrupted, or something? The total rejection of previously well-received work, the people cropping up with unrelated quarrels to prove he has "always been bad," it's all reminiscent of the witch-hunts that I thought we all understood was not a healthy way of grappling with the emergence of parasocial internet microcelebrities. And of course randos on Bluesky are going to do this, but people who I really think should know better are also behaving like this, and it's creeping me out.
The kicker is that nobody has actually been able to identify misinformation in Green's videos, which is the reason you shouldn't use AI for science communication. I don't even like AI but I think we need to have a better grasp and why and how to deal with it's prevalence, because this isn't it.
Building off of the last post because I just went on a super long tangent about Forsaken and it's hot/cold writing, and I wanna post it here, too:
"Can't we have anybody feeling emotions by their own volition anymore? It's not the first time I've heard something like this on forsaken lore." AMAZINGGGG POINT in response to someone talking about the c00lgui corrupting them (which is something I enjoy but like .. moreso in fanon frankly because, again, as that person pointed out, it isn't a new storyline in Forsaken at ALL).
There's a video essay I saw a long while back that. I'm not sure how well it'd hold up today, but in memory it was good. The point of it was about the difference of how Madoka Magica worked in making you care and enjoy it while still feeling immense despair & sorrow at what was happening. This was used as a contrast to Magical Girl Site (? iirc) where its just. torture. abuse. sexual trauma. Bam, boom, bam, back-to-back. It gets to a point where its really just torture for the sake of torture / edgy without justification or good depiction and not actual storytelling.
Things are heartbreaking because they're dynamic and meaningful. There's something inherently saddening about a father doing his best for his son while also struggling with the ramifications of him fucking around in his youth and not being a good guy but growing from that !!!!
To take that all away is ⌠fine, on a baseline level, I guess? That's your decision as a writer and/or developer to make that call. But shifting gears to the point of a character being unrecognizable from before is already gonna call things into question. Again! Not entirely unheard of to retcon things in heavier dosages. However, whenever I see forsaken it just is all like HORROR ahhh DREAD ahh SUFFERING AHHH AHHH AHH1!
And then they remove the few elements that were working for it in making it have like. potential. to be interesting. and impactful. If it's all awful then why are we even rooting for these characters in the first place? Imagining them dead is like their only escape in that kind of world because it's shit no matter what you do at that point đ part of what made forsaken have some appeal is that the survivors still had will + bounce off each other, same with killers and killer/survivor relations for some of them
I think one of Forsakens' issue aside from like being ran by genuinely some of the worst people alive on and off is that it just suffers from fucking up whatever footing it gets on development and writing. All the cool stuff I thought or think is canon I just end up finding out was things my friends twisted in their own cool spins or interpretations of events. when i revisit the original source material its so different and dude its like⌠how was the PREVIOUS changes better than the current ones đ actually so confounding how does the mark keep getting missed
If it is just already difficult-- if you have a large workload / slower update schedule, and then later down the line end up entirely scrubbing then that's just . Bro we just. we are sisyphus' asym game
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like idk man not to take comments as law but if this is a common phenomenon in your fandom moreso than normal maybe your changes are negatively impacting your work and the potential it has + you're doing it too often
Like why are the fans infinitely more creative and understanding of the lore than the WRITERS THEMSELVES. WHAT ARE WE DOINNGGGGGG
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Ohh your OC Nuromai looks really interesting, can you tell us smth about them? I love your design!
Huff I'm terribly flattered, let me think!
Besides them being a DnD character, and the more forward stuff uhhh uhh what can I share--
I could share some lore?? He's one of many direct divine descendants of one entity, him and his siblings are each said to be one of her shedded feathers gaining sentience.
All his folk, and there are thousands, besides his mother, are socially/linguistically considered his siblings, but they can pretty much look like anything/anyone, and he's not particularly close to any of them, besides maybe 2-3.
He met his own "mother" maybe like... 1-2 times in his entire life, so he's a bit mentally detached from the "human" concept of family.
Most of his misconceptions around the terms "family", "siblings" and "parents" came through mistranslations of his language, given his want to share in human culture, he often attempts to relate experiences that are difficult to compare, and it's been causing him some grief, to be sure.
(I don't have a lot of art of his mother, given she's.. died before the campaign started, but here u go, have some concepts.
I think I could never quite settle on a certain visual for her, given I don't think Nuromai remembers her very well at all, so trying to match his perception of her, I kept her visuals quite hazy/uncertain.
Visual trait: Tall???)
(Bonus fact: He's recently been asked to seek out her undying/undead remains to end her, oops.)
You are doing the right thing! I know it feels awkward, and uncomfortable, and scary, and you wish people cared more to be inconvenienced to stand out in showing how they resist a system that hurts us; but YOU do, and I see you.
I see You in the grocery store, I see You walking down the street, I see You add âmask requiredâ to your event flyers, I see You mask blocs, I see You sharing information, I see You protesting mask bans, I see how much You will fight to protect people and yourself.
I see all the notes in the tags, the comments, the hurt you express on how long itâs been, the feelings of betrayal from family, loved ones, friends, community organizers and leaders that seem to care about everythingâŚbut somehow leave out people who respect and are hurting deeply from global, life-stopping, airborne virus.
âMasks suggestedâ is politeâŚbut an insult at best.
We may blame our governments for the overall neglect and disregard, but it is how those close to youâact or donât actâthat hurts the most.
But you are not alone. My dear, please believe me, you are not alone.
We protect each other.
We protect each other.
We protect each other.
⢠UnMasked Thoughts: 10 - Medium, face masks and paint markers â˘
⢠January 2025, Ave â˘
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[Image Description of a black surgical mask against a white desk background. Written on the mask in white paint markers are the words âYou are doing the right thing!!!â And in the bottom right corner of the mask is the artist Instagram handle vertically spelled out â@afroflowerrâ END ID]
