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Soooo I just realized that I only ever posted the sketch version of this? So here it is, the full colored version. Ta-da.
This is now available as a print in my INPRNT shop! A few of my other Din and Grogu sketches are uploaded to my shop too, I’m thinking of getting a few more uploaded soon.
love the stark differences in maia's encounters with his suitors like osmin duchenin in her best efforts to put him at ease rolls up to him like so this one time a serving boy brought us caviar instead of fois gras LMAO ooh check out osmer chris's versace slides isn't that so fetch ahaha you're SO funny. meanwhile csethiro-knight-in-shining-armor-ceredin marches up to him like HEY dingus the soprano is playing you just thought you should know
#csethiro: we’re engaged right now i better write him a nice note about this whole treason and kidnapping experience he just had #csethiro: WOULD THAT SHE COULD DUEL I WOULD DELIVER HER CORPSE TO YOU AFTER HONORABLE COMBAT #csethiro: that ought to do the trick :) (via tharacelehar)
#<- prev and it did. (via sandersgrey)
imagine: you're a minimum wage mail carrier. you have to deliver a letter to some guy's house WAY out in the middle of nowhere. the letter tells him he was elected president. the guy didn't know he was running for president. a month later you're secretary of state and directly advising the president on nuclear policy.
this is the plot of the goblin emperor from csevet's point of view.
network effect: a thrilling, danger-filled caper unravelling the mysteries of a frightening and strange alien remnant contamination
system collapse: Murderbot Has To Save The Humans By Making The Greatest Talent Show Documentary This Planet Has Ever Seen
One of the many things I love about the Murderbot books is how the first one ends, with Mensah and the Preservation team thrilled because they have rescued Murderbot who can now go home with them and live happily ever after, while Murderbot is like, uhhh I appreciate it but your plan for me is not something I want. Then, when Murderbot comes back into their lives, the team is mad at it for leaving without telling them, but they also realize they screwed up by making a bunch of assumptions about what Murderbot would want.
It is very frustrating to have someone offer you “help” when their idea of “help” pushes you into a situation they have chosen for you without understanding your actual wants, needs, or abilities. Sometimes, when you aren’t sufficiently grateful or enthusiastic about the situation chosen for you, or heaven forbid, you point out problems with it, they get ANGRY.
I like stories about how helping a person means paying attention to what they actually want and need instead of assuming you can decide that for them because I love projecting my own bullshit onto fictional characters
Memory, Lois McMaster Bujold
I appreciate knowing that Bujold’s editor tried to convince her not to make Mark fat and she refused.
“What if he’s, like, triangular instead? He can bulk up to be different from Miles.”
Nope! He’s just fat!
“But this is science fiction, there can’t be fat people. Unless they’re villains.”
This one’s a hero!
“But there’s probably science to fix that in the future.”
Oh, good point.
“You agree now? You will not make your readers wrestle with the concept of a fat sympathetic character?”
What? No. I’m going to include a specific mention of metabolic adjustment treatments to make it explicitly clear that Mark is spherical of his own free will.
[And then the cover artists promptly pretended otherwise, like they pretended Miles was six feet tall and ripped instead of 4'11" and hunchbacked, gosh these are some of the worst covers I’ve ever seen]
how Dr. Mensah thought the ending of All Systems Red was going to go
I think what I love about the Murderbot Diaries
(aside from, you know Murderbot who I love and cherish)
It that it’s a very grim-dark distopian corporate hellscape setting, told through the perspective of someone who has seen some of the worst that world has to offer, who’s existence is part of the worst that world has to offer, and yet-
And yet it’s so full of hope.
Everywhere you look, there’s underground shipping routes to get refugees out from contract labour, there’s universities forging documents to get abandoned colonies out from corporate ownership, there’s people buying a secunit so the company don’t realise it’s hacked itself and has free will. A Tlacy employee smuggles out copies of the files to give them back to their owners, a human officer on HaveRatton station opens the security barrier to let Ayda Mensah escape. There’s a planet that took the promise of somewhere safe to live, of food and medical care, and kept that promise for generations.
And for all it can’t even see the hope yet, can’t even really believe it might be there yet (because trauma will fuck you up), Secunit keeps being that hope for other people.
Not just the lives it saves, not just all the times it shows up out of nowhere like a social anxious guardian angel with energy weapons in it’s arms and several lifetimes worth of soap operas in it’s storage.
When it talks to Dr Volescu all the way up the side of the crater, to keep him moving. When it sticks with the scientists on RaviHyral. When Tapan sneaks onto it’s sleeping mat, because she’s scared, and it ups it’s body temperature to keep her warm. When it keeps Amena safe from a predatory partner, when it tells her to go rest. When it hacks the Comfort Unit’s governor module. When it-version-2.0 gives Three the codes to hack itself.
Imagine being on RaviHyral. Imagine meeting a security consultant who you shouldn’t be able to afford, who goes above and beyond and doesn’t even check the payment card at the end, who tells you that sometimes people do things to you that you can’t do anything about, that all you can do is learn to live with them, who’s clearly been through some shit but came out of it with so much compassion. Imagine the hope in that.
Keep living, please.
We are a very very dumb, stupid people
some random redemption arcs that aren’t just ‘zuko, but a little to the left’
My dream for the election is that it’s definitive. I want a 2012-style Election Day where everyone built it up beforehand to possibly be close but then the results start rolling in and it was like “Oh, nevermind. It’s obviously Obama. Everyone go to bed.”
I just want voters to put a stake right through the heart of Trumpism so that it crumbles to ash before our eyes. That’s the dream.
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