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I dreamt last night. About having Red. The original. Limited edition. Full set. Nameless uniform. Crobidoll. Ball. Jointed. Doll.

I'm so pissed off. I know this is my sign..... Why can't I find him anywhere and why doesn't Crobidoll sell the uniform anymore

I am so. Pissed. Off.

It's not a want, it's a need. I need my Red.... and if anything, at least someone with their proper Nameless outfit and all.

I've only found the girls' uniform on a doll website.....ugggghhhhh......words cannot describe how I feel about this. Oh my fucking god where is he.

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I need this so much right now uggghhhhh 😩

I'm really really not sure how I would get it all out. What I definitely know is that I do want to write a story with the same main character, themes and general struggles. I could change some things to separate them a bit more from the source material, but I think that some stuff would stand out too strongly and would be too easy to tell where it's from

It's such an interesting story with the best main character and themes........war, sacrifice.....ugh. What do I do.....

The fucking yearning for content of your daydreams. But like. It exists in your head. Other people don't know about it. They haven't made gifs, edits, fanart, playlists, anything of it. But God I wish they fucking did..

Best ik I can do is write, but a lot of my daydreams take from too much other media. If I maybe wrote an au, it's not similar enough tho to fully connect it to the original story. So I'd have to do a bit of re writing, taking a few liberties, changing things around a bit. I'm sure I could do it just fine, but it'd take a hell of a long time. Tho it's definitely something I wanna do in future, it'd just be nice if I could have something a bit sooner..

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i think we should all start using arabic words and phrases more often because its a beautiful language and also theres not really. english equivalents that have the same vibes

theres also the comedy potential of it. you guys dont know the joy of having your muslim friend text you "hopefully the racists in our city will all get sick and cant go to the protest" and you, as a pasty white guy, responding with "inshallah they get covid"

its a one hit KO every time. its fucking hilarious. theres no english word that has the same effect.

he also once texted me that he got over a mysterious illness he came down with (i think? i cant remember the exact context) and i responded with "subhanallah he is cured"

again, one hit KO. he lost his shit.

what im saying is we gotta normalise arabic. its just a language like any other, and it has some great words. its just like saying "thank god" or whatever, but theres so much variety and nuance. its beautiful

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Can confirm - this here is my most favourite thing ever 😌 would you like to join a Discord server for people who like Nameless and other games made by the same people? ^^

If you check out my blog, it's like the only thing I talk about- and on my YouTube I've posted a couple theory and video essays about it and only plan on doing more :)

Please tell me someone knows what this is. I was so obsessed with this game when I was younger. I was the biggest Tei fan, I was MADLY in love with him...

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[The Ssum] The Voices of “June” and “Henri,” Voice Actors Myung-Jun Kim and Ui-Taek Jung, Have Gathered in One Place!

June (CV. Myung-Jun Kim) Henri (CV. Ui-Taek Jung)

Shower scenes, crossdressing calls #season2wasHOT! Go see the special podcast with voice actors Myung-Jun Kim and UI-Taek Jung who voiced June and Henri in The Ssum Season 2! Rumor has it there's a special mini-drama...?

*Please note that this contains story spoilers for The Ssum Season 2!

Happy New Year Lab Participant!

If you’re interested in June and Henri’s Profile? The Ssum Website: https://ssum.cheritz.com

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So I just saw a post by a random personal blog that said “don’t follow me if we never even had a conversation before” and?????? Not to be rude but literally what the fuck??????????

I’ve had people (non-pornbots) try to strike conversation out of nowhere in my DMs recently, and now I’m wondering if they were doing that because they wanted to follow me and thought they needed to interact first. I feel compelled to say, just in case, that it’s totally okay to follow this blog (or my side blog, for that matter) even if we’ve never talked before.

Also, I’m legit confused. Is this how follow culture works right now? It was worded like it’s common sense but is that really a thing?

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OP turned off reblogs

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making a collection

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Ego death is realising that there are very few differences between the Reckless and Villain (although that does tend to be the case in most narratives anyway), but also realising that this means you've not only based the antagonist off of your dad but also the protagonist.

Therefore, you then realise that no, you haven't based the protagonist off of your dad, it's based off of you.

You've just become your dad

I've always believed that the content of your daydreams can give you insight into your own subconscious, especially if you have limited control over your daydreams, so I encourage people to try and analyse their own daydreams in this way :0

I already knew my daydreams included recurring character archetypes, but today I tried to write them down to dissect them:

The Innocent: Usually a young person, could be a victim of something but doesnt have to be. Could be oblivious/inexperienced/naive, or dependant/cared for. Another trait this archetype always has is honesty, especially relating to pain: this archetype is going through either pain or something new and have no reason to hide anything, so even if the original character this para might be inspired by wouldn’t normally be so direct about their suffering, if they fall under this archetype, they probably will be straightforward in needing help (Red, Taka, Anais, Joy)

The Serious: A person who's gone thru stuff in the past and tends to grow to be a bit stoic, serious and knowledgeable of important or dangerous topics. They don't use this experience to comfort, but rather to guide or help logically, and they also aren't above pushing those they're trying to help. They really take no bullshit (Lance, Kyoko, Sahar, Maeve)

The Mother: Very very strong archetype here that feels like my daydreams require it so much that if a source material doesnt already have a character that could fall under this trope, it will force someone into the role or invent an oc just for that purpose. This character will usually be the comfort to others' hurt, protective, maternal, caring, understanding and patient. But they're all quite static and one dimensional with minimal arc or change, less of a character and more of a function but still so so so essential to the wellbeing of the entire story. I also notice that all of these seem to be women or feminine (Amanda, Thea, Brandy, Leanne)

The Reckless: Usually main character, the one whos eyes I typically experience the daydream from. This person has made bad decisions in the past or at least feels to blame for something, but in the present day they come off as a carefree, funny, social and happy ish person, which is a bit of a persona to hide their pain. They are protective of others, like the Mother and Serious, but their form of helping others tends to manifest in self sacrificial ways. They want to support those who are hurt but they themselves are also hurt, which they actively ignore and deny for the benefit of those they want to protect - this just makes everything worse, and can actually lead to them hurting people even worse than anything they couldve tried to protect them from. The most dynamic. (Faith, David)

The Villain: The villain is often in a lot of control and enjoys inflicting pain on others. A bit of a businessman, can be very 2 faced, full of themselves (Solon, Magdelaine)

It's also interesting to analyse common relationship trends: the Serious and Reckless are often in conflict with each other because they can see right through each other

To summarise, I guess the key differences are victim vs free from danger, and emotionally honest vs dishonest/disconnected

And not all paras will fit into just one archetype but will often fall under multiple, so there's a lot of overlap between them

Hope this analysis of my daydream archetypes was interesting ^^ so like, if we used this to analyse my Secret Ending Three, I'd say Eri fell into the Mother, Nameless being the Innocent, Tei being the Reckless and Yuri being a little bit of a mix between the Serious and the Mother cuz I've largely planned for him to be a bit of a Mother archetype for Tei but he's not as emotionally connected to the situation as most Mother archetype characters

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"oh i really love xyz character-" really? outside the context of shipping?

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This man is wanted in seven different countries !!!!!

Wanted dead or alive, 10p reward

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This poll was submitted to us. If you’d like to send us your own scenario (plus different ways a character might react to said scenario) so we could make a poll for you, feel free to send them to our inbox.

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"You are the best christmas gift i ever had"

Happy Merry Christmas!

(I have artblock heh, This is nor the product i wanted but it still something)

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Secret Ending Three - Chapter Nine: I Want to Root for Hope

Love this chapter. Yeah, this is the one where Tei gets that professional help we were talking about

Bit of a heavier one so prepare. 90% of this is pulled from my own personal experience of mental health treatment and Tei's thoughts and feelings are...let's say a reflection of my own experience last year. This chapter....its just my own diary of the 13th of July 2023 in disguise as Tei really isn't it -3-

I hope you enjoy, please be aware that there will be a sort of panic attack and discussion of suicide below ❤️

I wave goodbye to the owner and crane my neck to watch her leave as the limo continues on. She's not alone, and those she's with will hopefully keep her safe. When she regretfully leaves my sight, I pray in my head that she isn't hurt today. The trees run past my vision, cut by the window and blurred as the pace quickens.

She's gone. Gone. Gone, I hope that today will go well. Gone, I pray that today is not the day I drop a plate from the plethora of fragile China my shoulders balance.

Gone. Not today.

Not today.

Today. Today will be a normal day, crisp as the morning grass dew and clear and perfect as the melting snow. Dry fingers trace knuckle lines, sure as the day. Same as yesterday, but not same as the first time, the first day, the first second. Different and dry and cracked, no longer perfectly smooth and fake clean. Deteriorated and dirty. Dirt under my nails, I breathe in and out. Picking and scratching only goes so far.

Today will be fine, same as normal, completely normal. Completely fine and uneventful.

No it won't.

"Yuri, you missed the turning." "I told you this morning you're not going to work today and yet you're here in your uniform anyway." "I thought you were joking." "I'm never joking. We're almost there." "Where?"

"Well," he sighed. The limo stopped. "Here."

I've walked past this building before. Past its silent atmosphere and gated entrance. Past its warm yellow lighting peeling out onto the pavement outside. I've walked past before and thought to myself how likely or unlikely it is that I might ever enter.

"The doctor's surgery? What's going on?" "What do you think's going on?" The engine's hum dies, the door locks click and the keys fall into his hands. He gets out the car and then he's opening the passenger door for me as he says to me, completely matter-of-fact, "you've got an appointment."

"Wh-... Why? No, I haven't. Now?" "Yeah, come on. Get out." "No-" I unbuckle my own seat belt and step onto the concrete before he can drag me out himself. "What do you mean? I don't recall speaking to any doctor recently other than that deluded school nurse. You're saying you booked a doctor's appointment for me??"

Yuri rolls his eyes at me behind his black sunglasses, lips pursed and eyebrows furrowed. With a disapproving look, he takes off the glasses and folds his arms.

"You think I wasn't listening when you were talking to the owner on New Years?" "I didn't-" "Tei, I'm not deaf. You said that day you'd do something. And what have you achieved in the past couple of weeks? Nothing! So I'm taking matters into my own hands."

He throws his hands in the air - like a magician after playing an impossible magic trick - with a smile that actually looks genuine rather than patronising. You've got to be kidding me...

"Look- no. This isn't going to be that simple. We've got no way of knowing if this will actually help or not. We can't just jump in to things like this." "Well it's certainly better than sitting around and doing nothing." "I'm not ready." "I already booked it. The least you could do is show up."

I move to retort, open my mouth to form words, but there's nothing. It would only be polite.

This man... "What's in it for you?" "Knowing there's no more danger to my honey is enough for me." "... No catch? "No catch." He holds his sunglasses in one hand while the other draws a cross over his heart.

"Now," he says, locking the car and tucking those stupid sunglasses into his pocket. He dips into a dramatic, low bow with a flourish and a wink, gesturing towards the building. "Shall we?"

"... Okay."

... I hate the waiting room- "Hello, madame, we've got an appointment booked for Tei today-" the white lights glare furiously and the dirty white flooring disgustingly compliments it- "Oh yes, you're early-" The television screen at the front fills the small room with a dull buzz- "take a seat-" the people sitting quietly talk amongst themselves- "the doctor will be with you shortly-"

Is the heating on?- I hate this place- Does Mr Hobin know where we are- Is the owner alright- Where is she- Is she- Is she okay-

"Maybe we shouldn't have quit school-" "What are you talking about?" He's just sitting there, reading a pamphlet about heart disease. "You ever heard of Murphy's law? There are too many ways this could go wrong." "Oh, I don't know about that, but listen-" "We should probably go back. I'm starting to feel a bit sick, that won't be good-" "No, listen. When talking about mental health, I heard it's best to exaggerate the issue so that they take you more seriously- "Yuri, listen to me-"

"But I really don't think you need to exaggerate, considering-" A voice calls my name and Yuri looks up. "Oh, that was quick. Come on then."

I'm glued to the chair. Somehow. I think I am. But that can't be. I follow Yuri.

"So, it says here..." the man sits at a desk across from us at a computer. Plastic computer keys clack. "... You're here for an appointment about mental health, is that right?" "... Yes..." Can anyone else hear my own heartbeat right now? "And what's that concerning?" "..." My mouth is dry...

"Ahem- well, my friend Tei here told me that he has been struggling for a while and realised that the best thing to do was to speak to a professional about it. Tei?" Yuri is looking at me. "Are you going to tell him about what you've been experiencing?"

The doctor has turned to me. He's looking me in the eye. His hands are together on his lap. Eye contact.

"Well..." I look down at my hands. Eye contact. "I don't..." I think my legs are shaking. "I'm not...used to talking about..." Breathe in. Breathe out. Breathe in. Breathe out.

Breathe in. Breathe in. Breathe in.

"I don't know how to..."

Get it together.

Is this what I want to be happening right now? What do I even start with?

"Well, I... I guess I...have...thoughts about...um..." Breathe in. "About...hurting...someone..." Breathe in. "Myself... I... I think." Breathe.

The man makes a grimace and turns back to his computer. The sound of the keyboard again.

"So how long has this been going on for?" "Um... Well, since...for about... Well, a few years now. And I've... It just... It's just been getting worse..." "Mhm." He's not looking at me. "And I... I get...worried...about things going wrong and..."

My nails pierce through the fabric of my apron. A death grip skewers my knees, but I still can't stop the shaking. No matter how hard I try to hold it back. Why can't it stop?

"And I..." can't breathe. "I go to work but..." Are the words even mine anymore? "I tried to..." The man's looking at me again. "Tried to...to walk into the..." Breathe. "To the oncoming..."

My tunnel vision halts. Something else has entered my sight.

My two hands gripping my knees for dear life. And the slender hand, rested on my arm.

... I just give up. I release the tension in my shoulders, in the crease of my brow and in my two cracked and dry hands.

Breathe out.

I look next to me, he's on my right. Glasses off, eye contact unflinching, brow creased. No words. Is this the first time I've seen him wear such concern?

He gives my arm a light squeeze. There's no trying to be done anymore. There's no point. I can't stop the shaking and I can't stop the tears, just how I could never stop becoming dirty so, so long ago.

I'm just going to breathe out...

"Well," the man says, typing something else out on his computer. "That's awful. I understand you've been through a lot. You're not alone in this. Trust me, you did the right thing by coming here."

When I look back at Yuri, there's that smug expression of "I told you so". But I can't find it in me to hate it.

"There are multiple different options to choose from for treatment. The most effective treatments are medication and counselling. Is that something you like the sound of?" "... Ah..." I really can't believe it... I run my hands across my face and try to wipe away the tear tracks. "I, um... Yes, please."

"That's alright then. We can start you on some medication today, which you can take one of every day for two weeks and we'll see how you get on. For counselling, I can provide you with the number for the mental health services to get you on the waiting list. Is that alright?"

"Ah..." "Yes, that would be great, thank you," Yuri spoke up. "Could we get a copy of everything we need to know as well?" "Oh of course, yes. You might experience side effects from the medication, so book another appointment with me in two weeks to discuss. I'm just sending the note to your local chemist now. Your medication should be ready to collect there in two hours.

"Is there anything else?" "No thank you," Yuri says, flashing a grateful smile as he stands up. "That'll be all for today, thank you for all of the help. We really don't know what else we would have done." He turns to face me and gestures for me to get up. "Come on, Tei, that's all we needed to speak about. Let's get out of here now."

It takes me more than a moment to even register what he said. And a moment even later to act on the knowledge.

My legs move slowly and with effort to stand. "Thank you, sir, for the help today," I manage, with a quick bow. And I breathe in and out as I right myself. "Not at all," he bows back, "the pleasure is mine." And like that, my appointment was over.

I was out the door and back in the limo before I even realised it. My hands moved like clockwork, without any mental input, to put my seat belt back in, and there was nothing I could do for a while but sit and stare out the window blankly.

Somewhere in there is a grim joke about when I couldn't move my doll body, but it's not as much impossible to tilt my head downwards, towards my still shaking legs, arms, jaw.

A long stretch of silence fills the car when Yuri turns on the engine. I think he's looking at me but it's like I'm underwater or I'm watching everything happen now, no longer present. The car starts moving.

... Oh. "Yuri... You missed the turning again." "Now you can speak?" I can hear the raised eyebrow in his tone. "You think we're still going to Banjul? After that? No, I already told Mr Hobin you were sick today, you can take the rest of the week off." "Yuri, we need the money." "Not that badly. I'm taking you home for the day and I'll pick up the medication for you after work. You're welcome."

"..." There's nothing else for me to say. Fine. I can't muster up the energy to even think anyway. No chance of an argue.

When we get home, I get out of the car and unlock the front door. I kick off my shoes and just sit down at the sofa.

Just. Sitting...

The house is only this dark and quiet when everyone's asleep. I don't think I've ever been home alone before like this.

"... What are you doing?" He's not gone? Actually, I don't remember the sound of the car leaving.

"Uh..." "Are you just sitting here in the dark?" "..."

"At least go to your room instead of just sitting here. The owner will think you've just witnessed a murder if she sees you just sitting here staring like that when she gets home." "... Eri." He's got a point...

I heave a big sigh and walk into our room and just sit down on the bed. There are a hundred books to read in this room. I can't recall a single word of them...

Ugh... I throw my head into my hands. They're still shaking now, just barely. I wonder if it'll ever stop.

I look at my hands again and it's all I can do. All I can think about. I can't afford to think. But my nails are too long, I can think about that, I can understand that.

I should find Yuri's nail file. I know where it is. Next to the hair brush on the second shelf down, on the right corner.

I should. It's all I can think about. I should.

But I still can't move.

It's all so difficult... Ugh.

"Tei." My door opens. My head snaps to the sound. Yuri is still here. "Don't just sit there, eat this."

I register now the warm smell of tomato. A bowl is presented to me on a tray with a spoon. The soup steams.

"Don't let it go cold." He sets it down on the bedside table and steps back out the door with not a word more...

I feel awake enough now to notice the sound of the limo's engine starting and hear him drive away again.

I'm left here in my bedroom with a steaming hot bowl of tomato soup in front of me. I can hear my stomach growl.

I close my eyes... What a day.

Bit by bit, I manage to clean up the whole bowl with still hands. And on a full stomach, I lay down and I take a well-needed nap...

Yuri... Thank you.

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Today hasn't been very good. Reblog to cover prev in blankets and tell them everything is going to be okay and they're loved.