Everything I Said About R/place (and My Thoughts)

everything i said about r/place (and my thoughts)

sobbb im on r/place and so theres like. shego from kim possible (i think) that people were drawing but then other ppl who were horny decided 'i want to see her naked on this public canvas' and they got overrun?? i mean like if you want porn of characters then ok but do it in private, away from public areas??. isnt kim possible like a kids show?? and its horribly disrespectful to the fans and probably literally any innocent person stumbling upon it because its PUBLIC, or like maybe even streamers (as much as they suck because some have been targeting innocent fandoms like genshin?? IT WAS SO PRETTY and now its covered) getting in trouble because its getting so detailed now its dumb ughhh ^^ future add on to this. dude she wasnt gone they made a smaller one. and i found it by accident because i was looking at the oshi no ko contributions and nearby it was HER. undressed. SOB

(of a question about what people on r/place think of streamers) I don't really like streamers on r/place, it seems like everytime they're mentioned it's in a negative context because they sent their fans to ruin other peoples stuff. I mean I enjoy them as entertainment and stuff, but I never like it when they attack others. And as a person whose committed so much time and effort to build a corner with my community, seeing others just attack it for seemingly no reason (or even them just targeting memorials because they can.. extreme but it has happened. today.) is painful, it hurts and it really sucks because all that effort goes down the drain, and if you don't have a template then you're screwed. It just sucks that streamers tend to be the ones who cause a lot of destruction for their own gain, and on the way stomp on a lot of other people's care and joy. And the only streamers who probably do good, carving out their own corner just like us and not actually harming anyone are probably never heard of because they don't do anything. It sucks that we notice the negative more then the good, but what can you do?

i have a lot of pent up anger still on r/place but like. DUDE. fucking. xqc??? like okay, he's gonna void everything, so what (at least its not near omori thank fuck. also he failed) but then hes targeting memorials??. and im genuinely so pissed right now what the hell he targeted the turkey flag (which i don't really care about that much? its stupid how many flags are taking up so much space on the canvas), unknowingly ruined ataturks memorial on the flag (he called it a temple. which, yeah. okay. you couldnt really tell unless you knew but it was still a memorial? and yeah ataturk is apparently controversial but still?) and then there was lola (...a twelve year old.) on the french flag. he KNEW about it and still ruined it, and then when ppl went against him was going on and on about how there was already a memorial, that it would be shown on like the timelapses and stuff and it wouldnt be permanent anyway, comparing it to like, his grandpa, and put a single black pixel down as a 'memorial'. and then when someone got rid of it went about how we were the same? like. there are always disrespectful and rude people, you cant just believe that a single persons action equal to everyone elses, because there will always be someone who acts out. and also what the hell? i genuinely feel so disrespected on behalf of everyone rn just ughhh

my ranting tends to be negative often but r/place was really fun, and im not active a lot with other servers, but i was sucked into it by the omori discord, and it was generally really fun. even if everytime i woke up, it was to a shit ton of pings that lagged out my laptop

i saved photos of the omori stuff i contributed to (otherwise, i placed a few pixels here and there. Like for everything xqc attacked, for the shego thing which i was just placing a green pixel? stayed far away from the exposed areas. a few pixels for oshi no ko, yttd, LVJY, genshin although genshin was screwed over so many times and i didnt have the template)

theres the picnic ofc but i wasnt there at the beginning, only after the picnic was done and after neutral omori was there. but i was there when we took it down and made gunomori YEAHHH with omori theres also the.. thing. something. i cant remember i think it was something but who knows. i didnt have the template though, i tried to download it but i think i screwed it up and couldnt be bothered, so i mainly put myself in the duty of fixing any errors that didnt fit the template (i had a tab with the template) it was my first time doing anything at r/place at all, and i didnt pay much attention to any content before then because it just didnt interest me. but man, i took a leap, and it was FUN. even if it genuinely annoyed me so bad when we got griefed

circle box, circle pizza, triangle slices

(this is because a friend of mine asked a question of: why are pizza boxes square, but pizza is circle, and slices are triangle? and now im sharing it with you)

id imagine opening a circle box would be harder because there technically arent any corners to latch.. like the the thing that keep pizza boxes closed, or maybe im thinking about it wrong, and its just easier to cut a square then like a perfect circle for a box, and probably easier to hold too, at least in my opinion. also easily stackable. i dont know i get satisfaction out of stacking squares, but not the same for stacking circles pizzas are circles because of probably convenience because people mold the dough into a ball and then spread it outward, and to make it into a square would likely mean to cut off excess. its also easier to mold it into a ball though then anything else without having to use like any other external tools, like one of those molds that cut shapes and then pizza slices are triangles likely because you can get more slices out of it. Like, you get a circle. Cut it into four and you get a big triangle, and then people do more cuts in the middle to get more triangles, and also im pretty sure its how you calculate pi, it was something about a circle and cutting it into so many pieces, you count them individually and then get pi or something like that. i dont remember tl;dr convenience, basically.

also also add-on if the boxes were circle youd assume that the pizza would be molded to fit the box, but what if its too big? you couldnt just get another box, so it gives some freedom to have some room for error probably

this is the randomest shit ever but also the kind of answers i give to quora, where i spout thoughts without any actual evidence that basically is a bunch of filler fluff and circles back to 'i have zero idea'

I don't know how long AO3 is gonna be down so I'm gonna post the fics for WC/DC week for yesterday and today ----- July 10th | Scar Reveal |

Jason often got used to his imperfections. His flaws.

He understood that that thing could generally be a turn-off to other people, so he ended up fully existing in the cape community. Because everyone understood. They wouldn’t pity, there would just be understanding, because they all had scars. They all had their bad moments, that was just how it worked.

Except, he’d gone undercover, as Neal Caffrey.

Back into the ‘normal’ world, where things were different. People in New York wouldn’t expect an art forger to have bullet wounds and knife cuts, but those in Gotham would. It was like an average Thursday for them, and why children would be taught in schools self-defense.

In a way, he was double out of his depth, considering he was effectively out of the cape community, and out of Gotham.

He’d been in Gotham for most of his life, and the one time he left, he died, so there were some bad memories there.

Regardless, all in all, it led to a whole lot of issues, in which Jason was probably not the greatest person to act undercover (he’s pretty sure Dickie-bird would be the better choice to pose as Neal, but Dick was also famous. Jason, however, was legally dead).

So Jason endured. 

He’d jokingly flirt despite never having actually been interested (it was why he had so much fun flirting with Diana. Like meets like, gay meets gay– And not to be sexist, but it was generally that girls outside of Gotham were softer. Or at least the ones that threw themselves at him. Likely they just saw his muscles, and fantasized of some buff guy to protect them. However, he’d ended up losing all interest after Talia had taken advantage of him once he’d been resurrected. He couldn’t have.. consented, then), And generally just became the complete opposite of who he really was.

It was freeing in a way, but also constricting.

Freeing because no one would expect the worst of him. No one would see the hood before the guy, and he generally did not have to worry about that. But they’d also label him as a criminal. Honestly, Neal Caffrey’s crimes weren’t even that bad, yet so many had treated him as if ‘once a criminal, always a criminal’. It felt.. racist? Well not racist racist but. That-ist. Criminal-ist. He was failing at his word game at the moment. 

So it was constricting. Especially with the stupid tracker anklet. Goodbye privacy. He’d always been expected to run at any chance, and it felt like sometimes, that it’d been a mistake ever trusting some of them because they’d never share that same trust. 

But with all his friends effectively cut off from his life (unless he called them on his very non-approved phone), it felt stifling, and humans were social creatures.

It only was natural that he came to rely on Peter as a partner.

Except sometimes he’d have moments where it felt like his eyes had been opened, like he’d dipped into cold ice water and had a moment of clarity, where Peter would do something that made him realize that, no, they weren’t a team. He wasn’t even a sidekick. He was just a CI that Peter would never actually trust, no matter how much friendship they build.

And fuck, it felt worse then Bruce. And Bruce was, well, Bruce!

It hurt like a bitch, and he wasn’t being sexist! He knew some pretty tough girls, and bitch slaps have very much earned their right to be called something other then just a slap, because the sound would fucking echo in a room, and it’d sting like hell. 

Truthfully, Jason didn’t know if he was ever gonna be released. Well, the days would drag on of course, but the way they thought made him feel like they were just gonna pull shit to keep him as a CI, with the shitty pay and honestly sometimes shitty people.

Despite all of that, he could get along with some people. ..Mainly Diana. Again, like meets like. She’s faced discrimination, he’s faced discrimination (and even when he was just a street kid, automatically thought of to be a thief. They weren’t wrong about him, but some people kept to their morals even if it killed them). It was cool beans.

So regardless, he’d been mainly content. He didn’t know how much of that was him being so used to pain and dysfunctional teams and partnerships and whatnot, but he could enjoy the silver linings (and people used to say he was a glass half-empty kind of person, hah). 

White Collar crime was the perfect place to take a break. Without any hardcore action, he could relax for a second (not that he didn’t miss it sometimes). 

Until it wasn’t actually white collar and their suspects had guns, which, fucking hell, he hated these suits (how do people fight in these things!?). They were just a little bit too tight in some places, and it’s not like he could get one tailored for him with enough space that it’d be comfortable because then they’d wonder where the hell he got the cash and assume he scammed someone.

Woo, some pent up resentment there.

Unfortunately, this was one of those times where their suspect had a gun. Hurray for him. Except apparently not all FBI are trained enough to avoid it (or maybe they were but got rusty with time), and so he did the valiant and ‘hEroIC’ duty to take the bullet, which ow? But also, hey, not that bad. 

At least they weren’t the ones that really dug in there and would scratch at you when you try to pull it out, so small wins. 

Of course, Jason made the dumb decision of forgetting about his scars that when the medical people (he wasn’t paying attention) took his shirt off, everyone stilled.

And he zoned back in, frowning at their pale and speechless faces, before he looked down at himself, and realized oh.

It was another oddity of his. While many in the cape community had scars that decorated all over their body, almost like a piece of art, however messed up that would be, they didn’t have what he had. 

Not to be pretentious, but it wasn’t everyday someone came back to life, and thus he had the horrid autopsy scar that would horrify even the most veteran of heroes.

With its raised skin that you could almost trace with your eyes where they made the cut, it made a lot of people squeamish. And for good reason.

“Fuck,” he cursed.

Neal Caffrey shouldn’t have a stupid autopsy scar, and they’d be horrified and maybe pity him for whatever he went through to get that (assuming it’d been done on a live person, which that seemed more horrifying because he knew they covered the eyes, stitched the mouths, suck out the blood and fill it with stuff..), in which he might’ve ruined his cover.

After all, Neal Caffrey was smooth where he was rough, and logically never should’ve been in that big of a trouble to have been hurt so bad.

Sometimes he wished that there were ways to remove scars, but he also knew that his body would feel wrong without them, that it wouldn’t truly be his.

Like how the white streak was his too, and to get rid of it felt like he was covering up a part of himself. A part of himself that basically meant he survived.

And fucking hell. 

No matter how hard he puts himself into this role, to encompass anything and everything that Neal Caffrey as a person is…

He is not Neal Caffrey, and Neal Caffrey was never him. ----- July 11th | Identity Reveal | “Your reputation proceeds you…”

Neal had a secret.

For the vast majority of his life, he was a Shadow, an assassin for the League of Assassins. 

If you asked him, he couldn’t tell you who his parents were, or his real name was. 

Neal Caffrey didn’t exist. 

For a while, he didn’t think he could ever leave, and so he barely entertained it as a thought. What was out there anyway? Freedom? 

He wouldn’t know how to live. With too much blood on his hands, he never felt like he could fit into a sort of apple pie life.

But then the Demon’s Heir had left.

The news spread like a wildfire, of the heir who left the nest and ended in the clutches of their enemy, Batman.

And for once, hope blossomed in his chest. It sparked and it grew, until every passing day he’d imagine being free, being able to metaphorically spread his wings and just. Fly.

Of no longer being stuck in a bird cage, only being let out with clipped wings.

‘No more’, he thought.

If the Demon’s Heir could leave, could manage to have a stable life even with all the blood that stained his hands, even with all the messed up teachings and trauma, could become accepted, then who's to say no one else could?

And so he left.

He wasn’t all that important anyway, so it wouldn’t be as much of a priority to look for him, but he couldn’t explain how utterly joyful he felt when he was free.

Such huge relief, as if a weight that had been tugging him down to drown had finally lifted. Where he could breathe. 

The former assassin had taken up the name of Neal Caffrey, going a little bit ham.

Enjoying things that he never would’ve been allowed to otherwise. And so what if he forged stuff? It barely stood a chance against the body count he had before.

Yet he let himself get caught, knowing if he took it too far he’d be found. Neal refused to let himself become an Icarus, flying too close to the sun by becoming too infamous, and then being shot down by the League. 

So he became just another face, until he ended up becoming the CI for the New York White Collar branch.

It was fun.

Sure, it hurt sometimes when they’d no doubt think that he couldn’t really ‘reform’, but he also knew he deserved it. Knowing that they’d hate him if they knew how many lives he’d stolen, over the many years he was in service to the League.

Neal wondered if it was so hard to believe that he truly did enjoy being in their company, however, or if the personality that was Neal Caffrey made his real self seem unbelievable.

It was generally okay. A lot of times there’d be references to media culture and the like, but Neal had been basically sheltered for a large part of his life to where he’d often have not had or seen anything that the other agents would speak about, which would cause them to gape at him in shock. 

(“What, were you sheltered or something, Caffrey?”

Neal smiled mirthlessly. “Something like that. It was all traditional, you know? Barely any technology, no art, no music, not even any books unless they were instruction manuals, or something educational. Terribly boring. It was just ‘work, work, work’. Never thought about leaving until someone else did, and then I realized that was something you could do, so then I did. I became obsessed with art, but you know that. I don’t really regret it. I wasn’t really my own person, then.”

“..Ah. … ..Were your parents really strict?”

“I don’t remember my parents,” he stated bluntly. “I don’t even remember who I was before I became, well, me. Neal Caffrey. I’m sure you know it’s fake, but it's similar to new and carefree. Honestly I don’t remember anything from when I was really young. I refuse to defend that place and say it was like a group home or an orphanage like I want to. It’s bullshit. I can’t even tell you if I was kidnapped, if I went willingly, or if my parents were assholes and sold me to them. I’m not afraid to say that that part of my life was hell, but it was all I had for a while. I guess you could say it was a cult. Surprising, huh? Who knew Neal had such a story. But I don’t regret being here. I have so much more freedom, even if I’m stuck in a radius. It’s good, actually. I’m less likely to be found. If my feats kept going, I likely would’ve ended up on their radar, and killed for abandoning duty. It was a join or die thing, y’know?”

“Oh. I. ..Neal..”

“Was that too much? I guess it’s a lot, since you are in White Collar. Sorry for dumping it on you.”

“No, I- Well, maybe. Why didn’t you tell anyone? If you tell us the name then we can let people know and get it dealt with.”

Neal shook his head. “Too risky. ..Now that I think about it, I think I was in WITSEC for a while before I got involved with the.. cult. That’s right. My dad was a corrupt cop, so they didn’t like me much. Besides, I’m more likely to be registered as a foreigner, even if I might’ve been born here.”

“Wait, you’re not–?”

“I know! My accent is so convincing right? I was in an entirely different country- A new continent, really. Doubt I could be considered American anymore.”)

It all came to a head when one day, the Demon’s Heir had come to the White Collar office.

He didn’t even know why Damian might’ve been there, especially in New York, but instinct came first, and he rushed to greet him, falling down onto his knees to acknowledge the other as superior.

He tuned out anyone else around him, keeping his attention on the heir, and only on him. 

"Your reputation precedes you, my أمير. Are you going to take me back?"

There was a minute flinch from the heir, giving away his surprise.

"Back? Tell me ظل, what are you doing here?"

Neal didn’t hesitate to confess the truth. No matter how much he enjoyed his life here, you couldn’t get rid of loyalty that easily, especially loyalty that’s been so deeply ingrained. 

"حرية. You were able to leave, so I thought I might be able to as well. I am a CI. A nobody. A ظل would've been expected to stay off the radar, so instead I let myself get caught. I wasn't a league native anyway, merely brought into the fold when I was young. I am older now, and I'm content with my life as it is."

Damian stared at him for a long time. 

"-tt-. لا. I will not. The rules state that those who wish to leave shall be beheaded. However, I have seen the kindness of this world in the time I have been gone, and thus I shall spare you. Do not make me regret it ظل, or I will come for your head."

"Thank you, my أمير."

“Do not thank me for giving you the least of mercies. If you are caught, you will face a fate worse than death.”

“I know.”

“Stand up.”

Neal stood up. 

“I will try to avoid you, so that you are not found. Someone else will return. Be safe.”

…

“Neal? What the hell was that!?”

He startled, turning around. “I.. I think I’m free.” (notes:

Gray Son? Demon brat? idk cult damian likely

Jake Daniels - Two Face

HAHA 7/11 --- like 7-11

https://archiveofourown.org/works/46533643

what if: damian escaping gave neal hope to get out of the life as a shadow (assassin) so he ran and he never looked back

"your reputation proceeds you, my أمير. are you going to take me back?"

"Back? Tell me ظل, what are you doing here?"

"حرية. You were able to leave, so I thought I might be able to as well. I am a CI. A nobody. A ظل would've been expected to stay off the radar, so instead I let myself get caught. I wasn't a league native anyway, merely brought into the fold when I was young and wanted more for my life. I am older now, and I'm content with my life as it is."

"-tt-. لا. I will not. The rules state that those who wish to leave shall be beheaded. However, I have seen the kindness of this world in the time I have been gone, and thus I shall spare you. Do not make me regret it ظل, or I will come for your head."

"Thank you, my أمير."

(or i could just have neal be dick and a talon finds gray son. or with damian.. but ;-;)

i feel like lately ive been ending up stumbling into writing fics that require the use of google translate because i end up including more languages

and im so sorry if its butchered (dude i know how much it sucks now i was comparing it to a latin sentence i translated and then looked at google translate and it was horribly wrong. it most likely wont get wrong with single words however so im jujst gonna. fhsduifh)

أمير = prince, lord osmething something (or i hope it does)

ظل = either shadow or shade but then when it switched to shade it changes to a something instead of zala so im just sticking with the first one

حرية. = Freedom.

لا = no

looking at google translate it looks like arabic is meant to be read from right-to-left instead of left-to-right which oop ;w;;;)

dragons, names, and nogard (a thought)

if you named a dragon nogard, wouldnt there be issues? like.. disregard the fact that its… very.. cheap. (im embarrassed by the fact i didnt realize it was dragon backwards until a character pointed it out ;-;) because everytime you say it you say 'no'. but youd have to teach them yes and no, and youd usually say no when saying nogard. so they could either perk up everytime you say no around them, or then theyd end up associating their name with negative connotations

and this is my very half-baked thought that i had of maybe an hour ago but forgot and couldnt write it down because i was eating

also kind of my reasoning for 'dont use names that have similar sounding words that you use often'

although itd all hinge on the idea that theyd register nogard as their name (because they might very well be ignorant) ..and that you say no a lot. 🤔

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cars and driving seats (random thought)

i dont know why but it didnt hit me that cars in the uk have like the drivers seat on the right while americans have it on the left?? it feels like such a weird thing to think about. like yeah there are things that can be vastly different between countries but where the steering wheel is seems like such a small mundane thing that i didnt even register it until now ;-; (yknow that dream team meet up video?? that was like the first time i heard of it because george went to the wrong side of the car and mentioned that it was on the other side while sapnap laughed at him. and then i promptly forgot about it until a stream of phil watching sorry and replied to a chatter who said 'it looks like wils driving' 'yeah, if this was in america')

(note: i write down thoughts a lot but never actually do anything with them, and i figured, why not be more active here and share my thoughts with you? so im gonna add a bunch of posts to the queue)