石虎 | 顏書齊

small sup text: it’s extremely difficult to read and can actually hurt the eyes of those with varying visual impairments and disabilities. of course, i’m not demanding people never use this. but maybe check in with partners? i gave up on trying to ask people to refrain from using it because everyone always forgot after one reply. it was really discouraging and a little hurtful. so please, please do what you can to remember the needs of your disabled partners. 

fancy theme backgrounds: everyone loves a beautiful theme! but please keep in mind for some people, busy graphics are difficult to look at and overwhelming. i still have so much trouble finding menus on really crowded themes. again, i would never tell people they need to change their aesthetic drastically. but perhaps, if it’s possible, find a way to make your menu options a little bigger or give them more obvious spacing in the graphic of where the menu toggles are located.

over formatting: super small text, paired with extra spacing and bolded and/or colored words. it is cute !!  but for some people it’s too much. all these things blended together at once is like a recipe from hell for some with visual disabilities. it puts a lot of strain on us when we’re trying to read replies, it makes comprehension difficult because we’re working so hard just to simply look at the text, our brains can’t even process what we’re reading. again, not saying you should stop using this. but some willingness to compromise for threads with specific partners would be wonderful. 

dark/busy/small graphics: this is just something i would like to explain. i once saw a post where people were reblogging a comment making fun of someone who was complaining about how small icons were getting. it kind of shocked me because no one took a moment to consider maybe this person wasn’t hating on anyone, but they generally were having trouble with how tiny everything in rpc is getting. please, please when you see complaints about things consider that it might come from a place of disability. the tiny icons are kind of hard to deal with for some. super intricate graphics can be difficult to look at. extremely dark images aren’t very easy on the eyes either. 

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’God won’t let me die. All he does is wag his finger at me condescendingly like a mediocre Instagram makeup artist.’ – Virote Srisati’s brain in this very moment of time.

❝Please let me go, dude.❞ Virote had love for almost every being on the planet. On the planet and beyond, even. His love was spread far and wide for everyone to receive, but this man was practically begging for him to start shrieking out here on this sidewalk. He was having a god damn meltdown, couldn’t he see that? Couldn’t he just… Leave him alone? Virote’s day was shitty enough, he really didn’t need someone taunting him in the MOST ANNOYING WAY POSSIBLE. Though, he WAS caught off guard over being called out about his true nature. Strange, but it did verify some suspicions he had been forming during this awkwardly terrible interaction.

❝You’re right, I’m not a Jitong. Close, though! Like, in a cultural sense, I’m considered Maw Du. But, this isn’t Thailand. So, that information is pretty irrelevant, huh? I’ll tell you more once I’m sure you’re not gonna kill me.❞ Slowly, Vi started to withdraw his hand, calming carrying on. ❝You’re not a human, I see right through you. Um… Unless, like, I’m seeing incorrectly? Not trying to offend you, because I think its’s pretty cool. Congratulations on actually not being part of the most questionable species on this planet. Your soul is giving me– I don’t know, actually. You’re hard to read. What are you? Also, thanks for the short joke. I’ll be sure to think about it while I’m crying at Chipotle, later on this evening.❞

As horrifically unlucky as Virote’s day had been, and as how inconceivably terrible he had felt in this very interaction, maybe things were going to start to turn around. Shu Chi had been in charge of his hustle since the very beginning, but slowly, ever so slightly, that began to unravel. The smile stayed on his face, sure, and to any passers-by, nothing would have looked amiss. 

But the words Maw Du were giving him pause. He’d read about them when he was checking out (and passing on) Thailand as his next place to haunt. In some ways, they outclassed Jitong in ability, something made incredibly apparent just now when, in the most casual of depressed voice, this tiny little man said he wasn’t human. He’d hoped to save that little bit of magic for later, a big Ta-Da!! magic trick, but...

...there wasn’t much point in lying, was there?

Standing in front of twerk instructor Virote Srisati was a five-foot-three feline on the endangered species list, fur poking out of every area that wasn’t still disguised as human clothing. A leopard cat. And while that smile hadn’t left his face... an astute observer would notice that this leopard cat was considerably less flippant than before.