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gonna sleep now and then we'll probably sign off our accounts again tomorrow morning but we'll leave a little more kindly than the mid-depression episode we engaged in last time.

a lot of our mutuals are here are lovely, interesting beings with a lot of very very smart things to say, and we've loved speaking with all of you. even if we won't be seeing you for the forseeable future for the most part, we've loved existing in the same spaces as you and we hope that you keep being your best selves out there, however you wish to manage that.

goodnight!

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Both Selfish; you each lose 2 points

You Selfish, prev Cooperative; You gain 2 points

You Cooperative, prev Selfish; You lose 1 point

Both Cooperative; You Each gain 1.5 points

(ps make sure to say what you voted)

Making this post long so you have to scroll to see prev's tags.

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Despair Dilemma launches in a week!

Just a week away! Woohoo!

Hi! Me and my girlfriend are Double Summon Games, a queer indie TTRPG studio. After the success of our last project Perfect Draw!, we've been spending the last year-and-a-half or so working on a new project:

Despair Dilemma! It's a TTRPG where you and your friends control the narrative forces of a death game while all your blorboes run around trying (to kill each other / to not die / to uncover the truth / etc). Fans of Danganronpa, Squid Game, Kaiji, and the When They Cry series should find a lot to love in it, and we've been testing it a lot to make sure it'll be a fun play experience!

We're launching on March 13th; if death games and TTRPGs are up your alley, it'd mean a ton to us if you checked our work out (and maybe signed up for the wait list?) Thank you so much!

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your content has been an absolute delight on my dash and the lack of it will be felt. I'm also sad I didn't work up the courage to send you a message once we initially became mutuals. but I wish you all the luck in the wider world outside the hellsite! and if there's anywhere you'll be popping up again in the future I hope to follow you there.

it was shortlived but we all enjoyed hearing from you too. i hope you'll keep an eye out on the corpse of our blog for when something inside it next shines, okay?

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It does lightly sadden me to see you leaving since I did enjoy your writing and such but I do hope that leaving this place will be healthy for you

oh don't worry ephet's been working on a whole ass story while we've been gone and we're sure the moment that's in a functional form she'll pop in here again to share it. if there is one thing all of us in the observances cannot escape from it is the desperate craving for attention on our work

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a temporary return.

hi! we've been away for two and a half weeks. we won't be coming back - not for good, anyhow. social media was debasing us and wounding us down to the core and we're happier to spread our wings and leave this putrescent birdcage, but we're back for one night only; feel free to ask your questions and chat with us while you still have a chance!

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you are all beneath us. ciao.

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good morning dear mutuals, who wants to be ordered to commit masochistic acts tonight

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hey. look at us. go on, just a little above here, go on and look back. it's a good idea, don't you agree? you do agree, don't you? good.

our eyes are down here. and it's rude to refuse eye contact. isn't it.

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waiting for the day cis people come to understand that calling your partner “mommy” or “daddy” does in fact have incestuous connotations. it doesn’t matter how much you try to distance yourself from it; you’re engaging in at least a soft form of incest role play.

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how do people not know where the clit is like it’s right there. it’s not even funny it’s right there

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holding a magnet to your crt girlfriend's face for just a moment so you can watch her emotions and personality all coalesce and dissolve around the pretty little spot of void you've made in her

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your 'jerking it to the smell of isopropyl alcohol' post has me remembering how i used to be so ashamed of having any sexual desires that i only allowed myself to jack off to the mental image of an arial drone shot of a pine forest

transcendentalism

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the witch pushes you down on the bed, straddles you, holds you in place with one hand on your chest. she waves the other hand, and her nails unfold into glittering, iridescent fractal claws.

"there's too much of the Real about you still, doll-thing," the witch mutters. "show me where."

you reach up, below the twitching blades, and wordlessly take her wrist, guiding her to your throat. she grins in understanding, and lays her claws against your skin.

her touch blooms into you like the heat of a blush, then like the numbness before the pain of a bad burn.

she tells you, "prepare yourself, doll-thing. i will count to three."

you nod your readiness eagerly, a part of you disgusted by how needy you must appear, how badly you want this, how scared you are that she'll sheathe her claws and walk away.

her eyes are the uniform violet-white of a plasma arc, with no pupils. you cannot guess what she sees.

she counts, "one," and then her claws close around your throat and you don't even get to scream.

they cut through your skin and below the Real and tear through its roots into you and she draws out something, dripping with red gore, and eats it.

you gape and gasp but cannot form a single sound.

she chews, streams of blood and shining mirror-ichor running down her face. and only when she swallows does your body finally emit a high, pure moan.

she licks her fingers clean, long tongue fearlessly darting into the fan of jagged claws, and then the witch who ate your voice rolls off you and tells you, "i'm done with you. go clean up."

you nod. there is nothing eager about it now. just measured movement. but she grimaces, and admonishes you, "use your words, doll."

so you use them: "thank you, my mistress."

somewhere in your throat, you feel the lingering reverberation of tiny chimes. □

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you're really interesting, i'd love to learn more about your system and its workings. i'm considering earnestly worshipping you ^^

Why thank you, anon. While it's good that you know your place, worshipping us is a... naturally complex subject, for reasons we won't get into here.

If you'd like an introduction to the basic, current layout of our system, we'd be glad to post one, though. Here's a summary for the time being:

Iris: Flesh horror futch messy girlthing. Primary host of our system, though as of late she's managed to front less. Born in order to navigate a cruel world and a tired body, but lost a lot of herself in the process - we later reformed into a single whole with her as the base, but it was wounding us all and she was reaching her limit, so we've dispersed again.

Ephet: A devouring absence, the Lady of Marionettes, and the humble would-be dramaturge typing the very words you now read. Born out of cast-off pieces of Iris, Hecate, Ashen, and others within the system - manifested due to their prayers, one might say, but we're happy to stay around. We'd like to think ourselves composed and graceful, but we're willing to adjust our tone as situations require. We currently hold most of the system's sexuality, after it grew too onerous on Hecate and Iris alike.

Puruns(/Kuruns/Myuruns/etc.): A collective of moths and other "very cute things" that mostly vocal stim a lot. Good at taking the front when the rest of us are too tired to exist. There are a few puruns within the whole that have clear names (see: iri, altiora, awa) but for the most part they're just nebulously Puruns.

"Hecate": Incarnated piece of a watching divinity. Closely tied to our spirituality, our photography work, and (formerly) sexuality. Currently dormant, so that she might return to see the world anew once more. (We hold a lot of her traits, in a way. -E)

Ashen: The library and its curator. Tied to learning and memory recall - seems to be intertwined on a base level with Cyril. Currently dormant.

Cyril: Our little. For their sake, we won't share any more information here.

Echo: Numbing coping entity. Currently dormant.

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...and that's a quick summation of all known entities within this multitude of Observances. A recap such as this was long overdue on either this account or our main blog, so we hope you enjoyed it! <3

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btw when a person tells you they usually don’t cum or have a hard time with it, pushing them to cum (“come on, baby, cum for me!” “are you close?” “i want to make you cum” etc) makes it less likely for them to cum and will in fact make them feel very pressured and have less fun because they now feel like you’re not going to have fun if they don’t cum.

the goal for sex isn’t to cum. the goal of sex is to enjoy yourselves. you can have fun without orgasms. orgasms are a bonus. stop treating sex like it’s not good enough if your partner doesn’t climax.

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