# emotions

[primepaginequotidiani]

PRIMA PAGINA Equipe di Oggi martedì, 03 settembre 2024

[littlebatgames]

The voices of Vampire Therapist

Hi Tumblr! I'm Cyrus Nemati, creative director at Little Bat Games, where we're making Vampire Therapist. You might know me as a voice actor. I voiced Theseus, Dionysus, and Ares in Hades, so as you might imagine, voices are my thing.

When I started designing Vampire Therapist, I wanted to create characters not only had deep narrative depth, but that would be challenging and rewarding to voice. I voice protagonist Sam Walls and his mentor, Andromachos. Writing a game about therapy is really tricky, so being able to jump in revoice lines was a huge benefit for the game!

I also voice two of the therapy clients in the game, Dr. Drayne and Edmund Kean. Dr. Drayne is the kind of challenge any actor delights in, having three very distinct characterizations that have to seem natural, whereas Edmund Kean is the Shakespearean actor of his time.

As much as I'd like to save money, I couldn't voice all characters in the game, but I'm very picky about voices and needed a cast of the absolute best I could find. So I got them.

If you've played Hades 2, you've heard Sarah Grayson or Selene. Or maybe you know her from Gone Home or Tacoma? But I needed her ability to alternate between the very light and the very dark for murderous vampire content creator Meddy.

To play Isabella d'Este, a real historical figure and esteemed patron of the arts during the Renaissance, I needed someone with a sense of the theatrical and some excellent comic timing. For that, I turned to a very old friend, Kylie Clark, who comes much more from the theatre tradition that video games... which she doesn't play at all. Until Vampire Therapist!

For our fabulous goth bartender, Crimson, I needed the epitome of cool, sexy, and tantalizingly mysterious. You might know Francesca Meaux as Eurydice from Hades, but she went to some unexpected places to play Crimson!

I did say I wanted the best of the best, right? Vampire Therapist is a super low-budget indie, but if I'm going to fill a club with quirky, sexy goths, I need range, and for that, I got Matthew Mercer. Yeah, that Matthew Mercer. The Critical Role one. The one from Baldur's Gate 3. The one from all your favorite video games. How could I do less? He's playing Reinhard the sexy goth and Ciaran the goth priest in Vampire Therapist.

You can see the work we've put into every aspect of Vampire Therapist. I think you're going to find that it's unlike any game you've ever played.

It'll be out on July 18th, and you can wishlist it on Steam now!

And on GOG!

[fatliberation]

Did u have a post abt how ozempic doesnt work somewhere on here? Tryna find it rn.

I don't post a whole lot about o/zempic or w/egovy in depth because it's a (somewhat) triggering topic for me. my dad is a lobbyist for n/ovo n/ordisk and he has continued to try to get me to take his drug because I have a "disease" that needs to be "treated." we've gotten into countless fights over it. I'm not in a place where I have the emotional energy to post about it, but here are some podcasts on the subject I have listened to and trust:

but yes, in short: it doesn't work, not for weight loss at least. it's prescribed with a diet and exercise (when their marketing relies on the fact that diets don't work. funny.) it doesn't make fat people thin, but it does make you lose a small percentage of your body weight (about 5 percent) because it's an appetite supressant. supposedly you would have to be on the drug for the rest of your life to keep that 5% off, and it's only been tested for a few years so we really have no clue of the long-term effects, and capitalism loves dependance! the side effects are horrible and are often too unbearable for folks to continue the drug. complete loss of interest and joy in eating, nausea, diarrhea, vomiting, constipation, stomach pain, headache, dizziness, fatigue, even gallbladder and pancreas problems, gastroparesis, and blocked intestines. and there could be a risk of thyroid cancer.

[svenskjavel]

Namninsamling

[kriize]

2024 HAS BEEN SUCH AN EMOTIONAL ROLLERCOASTER, BUT HAN IS BACKKKKKK!!! (REAL, NO CLICKBAITTT)

AND OT6ERS WERE SAYING THAT WE WERE BEING DELULU???? BITCH THEY WERE NOT BEING NONCHALANT ABOUT IT????

ABD WHEN JAEHYUN ASKED ABOUT HANI TOO????

[valkwise]

Val's SBCF Recs #5 - Ballad for Black Cassandra

I'm extremely fortunate to be subscribed to Olivia's Patreon, so as she was posting process I was very excited to read the final comic. It was one of the first I read together with my husband, and one I've since read several more times. It's a story that will sit with you. The last line keeps echoing in my head.

Olivia does some incredible things with texture and mixed media here. A perfect marriage of digital and traditional techniques that comes together to create a dense, tactile space that serves the story so, so well.

The narration is the driving force in this story, and each word feels picked and placed with intention. Each line feels like it's holding back a flood of agonized emotion -- the pain of being betrayed by someone the protectionist feels a deep love and obligation to, someone she feels she must protect despite not receiving that same love in return.

Olivia skillfully contrasts subtle and complex artwork with simple, biting prose. You have two days left to pick up Ballad of Black Cassandra before the fair ends, and I can't recommend this comic enough.

[tiredflowercrown]

Incorrect quotes: No Child left behind version

Noelle: Blackmail is such an ugly word. I prefer extortion. The X makes it sound cool.

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Noelle: But who gets which pencil?

Lonnie: Since they're my things, I get the good one, Uma gets the broken one and you don't get one because fuck you.

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Mars: I don’t care what anyone thinks about me.

Silvia: Ok.

Mars: Wait, why such a muted reaction? Did that not sound cool?

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Silvia: I'm so happy, I could kiss you!

Jordan: Um...Neat.

*later*

Jordan, lying face down on their bed: I said "Neat," Lonnie. Who the fuck says neat these days? It's not neat to say neat but I said it anyways because I'm fucking stupid.

Lonnie, reading a book: Don't beat yourself up too much, Jordan. Everyone gets nervous sometimes. Remember what I did when Noelle confessed their love for me?

Jordan: Didn't you thank them?

Lonnie: *closes the book and looks at the ceiling* I fucking thanked them.

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Freddie: I think I should be allowed on ghost hunter tv shows.

Uma: I think that would be dangerous for the ghosts.

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Noelle: Do you ever get pre-annoyed? Like you already know someone is going to piss you off?

Moira: What? No, I—

Lonnie: *enters room*

Noelle: *jaw clenches*

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Lonnie: Anyone else feel good when their brain releases a bunch of endorphins?

Silvia: Can't relate.

Mars: Why would my brain release a bunch of dolphins?~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Noelle: Something’s off.

Moira: Maybe you’ve finally developed human emotions and feel bad for hurting people.

Noelle: No, but that’s funny.

[bottlecap-press]

From Alye Perryman's chapbook, For Fear of Spontaneous Combustion, available from Bottlecap Press!

[florallychaotic]

If anyone is looking for ways to build community in the United States, you can always sign up to become a Pen Pal for a prisoner in your state! Studies show that contact with the outside world greatly improves both a prisoner's mental health, but also decreases their chance of reoffending!

[humanuser0613]

Damn. I've really been considering this and saw this article posted. It seemed like the sign I needed to post my thoughts.

The "will they or won't they" isn't the point of this post.

They don't have to. They shouldn't have to.

Fans who claim to want to hear it from their idol directly are very much DEMANDING a response that they are NOT PRIVY TO. YOU, AS A FAN, ARE NOT OWED AN ANSWER.

And it seems most people say they'll only listen to Tae as a means of denying the very obvious pictures that have been unleashed upon us.

Speaking of those pictures, yes, it's them. Yes they're dating. (And, again, no, we don't need confirmation.)

That means that gurumi (who wasn't found yet as I previously posted) was telling the truth. And it means various scary and sundry other issues related to the invasion of the idols' privacy. I don't even want to hear from the "they signed up for this" crowd. 😡

What point am I getting at?

1) They've deliberately chosen not to publicly confirm their relationship. That doesn't mean they aren't dating. It means they want privacy.

2) The person who tried to sabotage them last year, and is STILL running around free, may attempt to do so again. We have no idea what their ultimate aim was in the first place.

3) The people demanding an answer from Tae or Jennie are actually leaving them open to this kind of blackmail.

Most *normal* people use their eyes and ears and brains to understand the context of the things around them. To make sense of it all. When the pics dropped and were VERY CLEARLY those two, the demand was for them to publicly confirm the relationship and to stop "playing with fans' hearts" 🙄 or some other bullshit.

Fans had two good choices at that point and one bad choice: 1) accept 👍, 2) ignore 👍, and 3) deny 👎.

1) those who accept just want their idols to be happy, to be able to live life normally, or they were people who already shipped them and felt they won at life. 😐

2) those who ignore any dating info are not into the gossip and just vibe with the personalities and music.

3) those who denied gave more ammunition to gurumi to post more pics. The pressure to disprove the pics grew to involve even more idols having private pics released. And complete strangers were harassed, and had their own pics stolen so fake accounts could be made to deny, deny, deny! (One being an account gurumi warned people about a full year before it was used to deny, yet again, taennie pics.)

They also resorted to hating on the idols' bodies, clothes, and personalities all to deny the dating info. So much libel was going on, and for what?

And now they wait for Tae to confirm. Not even Jennie can say anything. It has to be Tae. And how does that make them different than gurumi demanding a public statement?

Those who accept or who ignore take away the power of the person(s?) trying to expose them. Cause they don't need the statement. They'll support the idols anyway.

Those who deny are the ones who hold the idols hostage. Will they continue to support the idols? Is their support conditional on the idols dating only their band members? Or not dating at all? Or dating only people they approve of (y/ns included)? Are they actually supporting the idol by denying the relationship? Or are they actually denying the idol freedom to their own emotions and choices? Are they supporting their idol by talking shit about their partner or are they disparaging the choices of someone they claim to love unconditionally?

What are they personally trying to save by denying the happiness of someone they claim to love?

I can't answer some of these questions.

Tae solos, jenlisas and taekookers undoubtedly don't want to have their fantasies destroyed. It can emotionally hurt a body to have been so deep in a fantasy and to be wrong about it.

But I can't figure out why ARMYs are denying what is so obvious. What do they get out of these denials?

[misirosekisiro]

At the border 3-4

Chapter 3

Under the cloak of darkness, Eaka lay awake, reflecting on the events that had unfolded earlier tonight. Emotions swelled within him – a mixture of passion, excitement, and nervous anticipation. Despite the intensity of their encounters thus far, Eaka longed to push boundaries even further, seeking greater understanding of himself and his desires.

A smile graced his lips as he recalled the intimate moments spent with Komsan, their combined chemistry manifesting itself in breathtaking ways.

The very notion of transforming Komsan into a "skinsuit" filled him with unbridled euphoria, the promise of ultimate control tantamount to achieving enlightenment.

With determination etched deeply upon his brow, Eaka rose silently from his makeshift bed, careful not to disturb the slumbering form beside him. Moving cautiously through the dimly lit cabin, he made his way toward the herbs stored in a wooden crate near the entrance.

Fingers trembled slightly as he retrieved the packet containing the potent Miracle Herb. Glancing furtively about, ensuring they were still alone, Eaka carefully opened the packet, revealing the strange green leaves nestled inside. Holding the herb reverently, he allowed its essence to permeate his thoughts, visualizing the daydream scenario in vivid detail.

Slowly, Eaka reached over to his sleeping companion, placing the single leaf delicately between Komsan's lips. Unaware of what transpired, Komsan innocently chewed on the seemingly harmless plant.

Little did he know that within minutes, he would find himself transformed into a "skinsuit", helpless to defend against the invasion of his soul.

As the effects of the Miracle Herb took hold, Komsan felt a sudden wave of disorientation washing over him. His vision blurred, and his limbs became heavy, unable to support his weight anymore. Panic set in, realization dawning on him too late.

Komsan tried to struggle against the invisible force pulling him downward, but his muscles refused to cooperate. With a final, desperate cry, he collapsed to the floor, landing with a resounding thud.

Arms and legs flailing wildly, Komsan began to convulse violently, his entire body twitching spasmodically. The once-powerful figure writhed pathetically, reduced to nothing more than a weak shell of his former self.

As Komsan's body succumbed to the Miracle Herb's paralyzing effect, his bones and muscles slowly started melting away, turning into a viscous liquid substance.

What remained after this transformation process concluded wasn't entirely human—it looked like some sort of lifeless entity covered in the same uniform Eaka wore.

Eaka stood there, astonished by the spectacle unfolding before him. This phenomenon was beyond anything he could have imagined. Feeling emboldened by the sudden shift in dynamics, he moved closer to the prone form that used to be Komsan. Carefully prodding the lifeless "skinsuit" with a toe, Eaka marveled at how easily it yielded to his slight pressure.

Reassured by its lack of resistance, he leaned forward and grasped the waistband of the "skinsuit," pulling it towards him. Eaka remove all clothes form Komsan's skinsuit ,now appear nake, he pick skinsuit up.

Examining every curve and seam meticulously, Eaka inspected the garments thoroughly, committing their unique characteristics to memory. Noticing the absence of any zippers or fastenings, he realized just how ingenious the design truly was.

He noticed the large vertical opening which extended from the top of the shoulders down to the bottom hemline, providing ample space for easy accessibility. There was no need for cumbersome closures or buttons when donning this extraordinary attire. Simply step into it, and voila! One becomes the owner of the 'skinsuit'.

Eaka couldn't contain his excitement as he stripped off his own uniform piece by piece, methodically discarding each item until only his bare flesh remained. The air hung thick with anticipation, palpable with the electric charge generated by their newfound dynamic.

Stepping into the "skinsuit," Eaka savored the texture of the material brushing against his sensitive skin, delighting in the sensations it evoked.

As he pulled the suit up over his calf, he noted the familiar scent of the herb lingering within the fibers, reminding him of the power he held over Komsan. Each movement served to heighten his arousal, sending waves of ecstatic energy coursing through his veins.

His heart raced as he positioned his foot within the open end of the "skinsuit," feeling the gentle embrace of the fabric wrapping snugly around his lower leg. Every fiber seemed to whisper sweet nothings, promising complete submission to his will.

Now he see a flatten Komsan's skinsuit cock. He so excite to put his cock in.

Adjusting his stance, Eaka aligned his penis with the opening of the "skinsuit." Slowly, ever so gradually, he pushed forward, letting the tip of his erect member slide past the threshold separating reality from fantasy. As the warmth of the "skinsuit" caressed his shaft, Eaka closed his eyes, immersing himself fully in the experience.

Feeling the surge of power course through his veins, Eaka increased the pace, thrusting harder and faster. The sensation intensified, becoming an addictive rush of adrenaline pumping through his system. With each movement, he claimed ownership over Komsan's body, marking his territory in a manner previously unfathomable.

The thought of being able to inhabit Komsan's persona sent chills racing along his spine, igniting a fire within him that threatened to consume everything in its wake.

Eaka pressed his hands against the interior walls of the "skinsuit," feeling the supple fabric molding itself to his touch. He traced intricate patterns across the surface, leaving behind a trail of erotic imprints that spoke volumes about the depths of his desire.

As he neared completion, Eaka paused momentarily, savoring the last few seconds of pure, undiluted power. Then, with a swift motion, he drew his head back and placed it firmly within the confines of the "skinsuit."

The instantaneous transformation was astounding.

Komsan's spirit seemed to dissolve effortlessly, merging with Eaka's psyche, leaving him utterly vulnerable beneath the "skinsuit."

Now, time to dress in Komsan's uniform. Start with his underwear. Last night during roleplay, they do not switch their underware.

But today, Eaka decided to try out the full uniform, starting with Komsan's underwear.

Remembering the powerful scent of his partner's worn undergarments, Eaka eagerly approached the bundle of clothing resting on the edge of the bed. Reaching out tentatively, he picked up the crimson bikini briefs, breathing in deeply through his nose.

The distinct fragrance hit him immediately, causing his nostrils to dilate involuntarily. A mix of perspiration, sex, and the earthiness of Komsan's natural odor filled his senses, eliciting a response unlike anything else he had experienced before.

This smell, this scent, was uniquely Komsan's. It represented the man whose presence had come to mean so much to him, the individual who shared his most intimate secrets and desires.

To possess such a profound connection with someone was rare indeed – and now, thanks to the magical properties of the Miracle Herb, Eaka could claim this bond for himself.

Wrapping the briefs around his waist, Eaka relished the feel of the soft cotton against his skin. The simple act of putting them on brought forth memories of their earlier encounters, stirring feelings of affection and lust alike.

For Eaka, these recollections served as a constant reminder of the incredible journey he had undertaken alongside Komsan.

Next came the dark green army t-shirt, another essential component of Komsan's signature look. Eaka gingerly lifted the garment from the pile, holding it close to his face, absorbing the rich aroma that radiated from the fabric. The combination of sweat, dirt, and masculinity intermingling together produced a mesmerizing concoction that left Eaka yearning for more.

With deliberate movements, he slipped the t-shirt over his head, luxuriating in the sensation of the rough fabric gliding smoothly against his skin. The subtle rustle of the material provided an auditory accompaniment to the symphony of sights, sounds, and smells surrounding him.

Eaka reveled in the tactile pleasure derived from donning Komsan's military attire, experiencing firsthand the comfort and confidence it instilled in those who wore it.

Each article of clothing bore traces of Komsan's essence, infusing the garments with an unmistakably personal touch. From the well-worn creases in the trousers to the faint whiff of gunpowder lingering in the pockets, every aspect of the ensemble told a tale of adventure and bravery.

As Eaka finished buttoning up the front of the tunic, he admired the crisp lines formed by the sharp angles of the uniform. The precise cut of the garment accentuated the muscular contours of his frame, highlighting the strength and determination inherent in his character.

For Eaka, the sight of Komsan's uniform brought forth a wave of reverential awe, mixed with a burning desire to become one with the man who had inspired such devotion.

However, as Eaka reached for the next piece of the puzzle – Komsan's long black socks – he hesitated briefly. These were not ordinary socks; they carried with them the indelible scent of sweaty feet, rubbed raw by countless hours spent traversing hostile terrain. Their disheveled appearance betrayed years of hard use, further adding to their appeal.

Despite the less-than-ideal state of the socks, Eaka knew that incorporating them into his ensemble would serve as a fitting homage to the man he sought to honor. Taking a deep breath, he gathered courage and proceeded to pull the socks onto his legs.

Despite the initial resistance, he persevered, wriggling his toes into the holes and slowly working his way upwards. As he did so, the strong aroma enveloped him once again, suffusing his entire being with an intensity that bordered on intoxicating.

It wasn't merely the physical aspects of the socks that captivated him—their history, the knowledge that they had accompanied Komsan throughout numerous battles and tribulations, contributed significantly to their irresistible charm.

As Eaka completed the final adjustments, ensuring the perfect fit, he marveled at how easily the essence of Komsan's soul seeped into every fiber of his attire.

In that very moment, Eaka felt an immense sense of satisfaction and accomplishment. Dressed entirely in Komsan's uniform, he stood tall, proudly surveying his surroundings, owning the image projected by the "skinsuit."

Every detail, every nuance, resonated within him, amplifying the intensity of his passion.

Last piece of food always most delicious. Eaka eye on army combat boots on the floor.

They have been used by Komsan many times but now they need cleaning because of muddy ground outside cabin. But Eaka decide to keep it just as it is, dirty and smelly. He want to remember what happened between them, and also, the smell excites him.

He carefully picks up the boots, bringing them closer to his face. The musty odor assaults his senses, a mixture of sweat, leather, and the earthiness of Komsan's unique scent. Eaka revels in the potency of the aroma, allowing it to fill his nostrils and send shivers down his spine.

The smell speaks volumes about the experiences Komsan had encountered, the challenges overcome, and the triumphs achieved. For Eaka, this scent serves as a testament to the extraordinary life led by the man he now embodies.

As he takes hold of the remaining pieces of tactical equipment scattered across the floor, Eaka feels a renewed sense of purpose. Each item represents a vital link in the chain connecting him to Komsan's world. Gripping the items tightly, he begins to secure them onto his newfound form.

First comes the belt, expertly crafted from durable materials designed to support heavy loads without compromising flexibility or comfort. Fastening it around his waist, Eaka appreciates the solidity of the buckle, knowing that it symbolizes resilience and adaptability.

The thick strap secures various tools and devices crucial to Komsan's work, reflecting the complexity of his occupation. As he slides the weighted magazine holder onto his thigh, Eaka acknowledges the significance of the objects contained therein: maps, documents, ammunition, all indispensable components in Komsan's line of duty.

Deliberately wrapping the utility knife sheath around his calf, Eaka mentally catalogues the myriad applications of the versatile blade.

Its dual nature – cutting edge for precision tasks and serrated side for sawing through obstacles – mirrors the multifaceted persona he now possesses. With a satisfied grunt, he fastens the holster securely, readying himself for any challenge that may arise.

As Eaka finally adds the communication device to his array of accessories, he stands back to assess his newly acquired ensemble. Every piece completes the picture, speaking volumes about the complex web of associations tied to Komsan's existence.

Now on the floor of the hut, left only a pile of his old life uniform. And Komsan's HK416 assault rifle that now become of new Komsan.

Holding it in his hands made Eaka feel powerful, ready to protect the people he cared about. Even though he never fired one, the mere possession of such a weapon gave him a feeling of invincibility.

Embracing its weight, he swung it effortlessly, getting acquainted with its balance and responsiveness.

Feeling confident in his ability to wield the firearm effectively should the situation demand it, Eaka set off towards the exit, leaving behind the tangled mess of his former self.

Outside, the forest seemed to whisper approval as he strode forward, each step reinforcing his resolve to embrace the path laid out before him. The air was cool and fresh, carrying with it the promise of endless possibilities.

His thoughts drifted to the future, imagining the countless scenarios he might encounter as New Komsan. The prospect of confronting adversaries, navigating treacherous terrains, and safeguarding innocents fueled his excitement.

Chapter 4

New Komsan sat atop the weathered tree stump, gazing upon the verdant landscape below with a profound sense of contentment. Despite the seemingly mundane setting, a certain electric charge coursed through his veins.

Surrounded by the lush foliage of the jungle, Komsan took solace in the fact that few human eyes ever ventured beyond this boundary, offering a haven where he could fully immerse himself in his fantasies.

Komsan walked briskly along the familiar trail, lost in thought as he relished the memories of past encounters with the land beneath his feet. This place held a special place in his heart, acting as both a sanctuary and an extension of his own psyche. Its vast expanse allowed him to let go of societal constraints and be true to himself.

Embarking on this journey, Komsan vowed to carve out a new destiny, free from the shackles of his tumultuous past. At the time he wear Komsan's skinsuit. He also recive old Komsan's memory with it. everything in Komsan life was inject to his memory. He start to travel on forest trial heading to his new or old home. A base of Border patrol unit. After hours of walk he finnally see it in his sight. He can see serveral soldier in uniform. Same uniform to himself. working around the base. some guarding, patroling. He can recall most of them, their name. since he got Komsan's memory. Some even Komsan's best friend. As he approch some of them notice him and run to him.

"Where have you been! noob! You make everyone worry! We try to contact but it's radio silent!"

"We think you may lost or worst!" another one add.

I don't know if you lost your damned mind or something serious happen? Where have you been?" asked his close friend.

Komsan didn't flinch nor break a sweat. "Well," he began, adopting an assertive tone befitting Komsan's demeanor, "my apologies for the concern, comrade.

"However, allow me to explain the circumstances surrounding my absence."

“I was stuck in heavy rain during a night patrol, and I got lost. It was too risky to attempt to head back to base in that situation. And my radio broke in an accident.”

A collective sigh of relief rippled through the group as they realized that their fellow soldier hadn’t met with misfortune. They shared glances amongst themselves, nodding in understanding.

One of the soldiers spoke up, “So, you were basically stranded until you managed to find your way back?”

Komsan nodded solemnly, conveying the gravity of the situation. “Indeed,” he replied, his voice laced with conviction. “Fortunately, I was able to navigate my way back to our base after several hours of wandering aimlessly.”

Another soldier chimed in, expressing gratitude for Komsan's safe return. “Thank goodness you made it back unscathed. We were worried sick!”

Komsan offered a reassuring smile, acknowledging their concerns. “Don’t fret, friends.

From now on, I shall prioritize proper maintenance of my communications gear, to avoid such unfortunate incidents in the future.”

His words elicited chuckles among the assembled troops, lightening the tension slightly.

The sun dipped lower on the horizon, casting long shadows over the bustling base. Komsan noticed a shift in the atmosphere as day transitioned to dusk. The humidity increased, making the sweaty uniform cling uncomfortably to his skin.

As darkness descended upon the military camp, faint murmurs emerged from the barracks nearby. Their voices blending together formed a hazy background symphony.

Slowly, the noise faded away, replaced by the rustling of leaves in the trees above and the distant howls of wild animals. Darkness settled over the once-busy base, shrouding it in a cloak of quietude. 

New Komsan lay alone on his cot, his thoughts spiraling into the depths of his past. Memories flooded his consciousness, intertwined with fragments of Old Komsan's experiences.

Old Komsan's love affairs flashed before his eyes, each encounter imbued with passion and intensity. There was a lingering tenderness in these remembrances, tempered by the knowledge that those relationships would remain forever entombed in the annals of history.

New Komsan closed his eyes, focusing on the rhythmic rise and fall of his chest. The steady beat served as a soothing counterpoint to the chaotic whirlwind of emotions raging inside him. Gradually, his breath slowed, matching the gentle cadence of the forest creatures outside.

Closing his eyes, New Komsan surrendered to the welcoming embrace of sleep. Drowsiness enveloped him, guiding him deeper into the realm of dreams.

[ladyaislinn]

RISE • Video mit kurzen Clips

Rufus Sewell is another highlight. He brings his trademark mix of charisma and menace to the role of Colonel Briggs.   His dynamic with Yelchin is electric, providing the short with an undeniable gravitas and fiery emotional core.

[littlebatgames]

How to make a powerful, hot vampire you still want to hug

Hi tumblr! I'm Cyrus Nemati, creative director at Little Bat Games, and a voice actor you might know from games likes Hades (I did the really secure guy and the really insecure guy).

We're closing in on the release of our debut title, Vampire Therapist, and based on tumblr's response in the past, I think you might be interested in seeing our creative process.

Andromachos is our 3000-year-old vampire mentor you'll meet early in Vampire Therapist. He's a complicated character: he was an assassin and warrior for most of his 3000 years, but a personal crisis put him on a voyage of self-discovery in the 1800s. Therapy never existed in his time, but as it developed, so did he. We needed a character who expressed wisdom and strength, but also gentleness and compassion. And of course, he's a vampire in a sexy vampire game. He needed to look like a Mediterranean dream.

This was our initial sketch of Andromachos by art director Ruth Bosch (https://x.com/rthbosch). As you can see, he's already oozing confident vampire energy, and he clearly has the wisdom of 3000 years. This is someone you want as your therapist. Vampire Therapist is a game with specific needs, and a certain lightheartedness is one of them. This Andromachos is very much grounded in reality, and just might be *too* realistically sexy.

This was @nomnomroko's first test render for Andromachos before joining the team. Right away, she understood the *figure* of Andromachos and poise of a man who has lived for 3000 years, but this was a more villainous (albeit super hot character). We toned him down shortly after, and brought back in some of the more grounded humanity from Ruth's initial sketch. You can make fan art of this version, though, we won't mind. This version might come back if we ever do a prequel!

Here's his toned down version, already much closer to the Andromachos we see in the final game. He's lost none of his power, but is already the welcoming presence we needed to have in Vampire Therapist.

Body language is also a key aspect of our game. In a game about therapy, we are mostly sitting, so the ways we can express emotion and intention are more subtle. You can already see the strength of Andromachos's character here.

Which takes us to our final rendering!

I love Andromachos. Or Andy, as more familiar folk call him. And I think you will, too. To me, he's a perfect synthesis between Ruth's initial rendering and Sybille's test that fits the comedic, warm, and very human tone of our game.

You can check out our game on Steam and GOG, and your wishlists will make algorithms happy. As you know, everything is algorithms! Help us make Vampire Therapist 2?

Steam:

And GOG:

[denim-wrapped-nightmares-podcast]

Berly and LA recap the season five Supernatural episode, Swap Meat.  Over drinks, they'll discuss lore, gore, and what they adore about the Winchesters and their adventures. Now, let's get tipsy!  CW/TW for violent and lewd commentary; listeners beware! 🔞

[pocket-lyricbook]

Harrow, Deco*27 - English Translyrics

(Written October 11th, 2022)

  Let’s end this now, HARROW, HARROW,

I can’t forgive it when the strong hurt the weak

I won’t forgive, I won’t allow, I swear I’ll end it as I speak

  Ask how heavy, HARROW, HARROW

Is the damage that I can freely wield to bend and break a dream

And I’ll rip your throat out with my teeth!

  The stained emotions, what’s the difference between win and lose?

I can’t burn out, I must stand strong, I’ll hunt to get more food

  When my heavy head starts spinning again, I don’t know what I said

The normalcy that I fought for, fades away surely with every fresh death coming

The soul will pick it up and move again

  I hate the evil, I’m gonna break down soon

The net I’m in, the poison seeps too

  Let’s end this now, HARROW, HARROW,

I can’t forgive it when the strong hurt the weak

I won’t forgive, I won’t allow, I swear I’ll end it as I speak

  Ask how heavy, HARROW, HARROW

Is the damage that I can freely wield to bend and break a dream

And I’ll rip your throat out with my teeth!

  You don’t understand the pain you cause, but I can teach you now

Your apologies all mean nothing, what do you want from me?

  I think this one’s soul is hopeless, should we let him keep it, heart that’s stained with delusion

“I didn’t mean to offend”, “I won’t do it again.”

How many more times do I have to win?

  But whose fault is this? This is ridiculous

I wonder which punishment will fit

  I need to find HARROW HARROW

My nerves are strained, I’m think I’ll lose my mind

You can’t be saved, I can’t be saved, I think we both know what we’ll find

  Ask how heavy, HARROW, HARROW

Is the damage that I can freely wield to bend and break a dream

And I’ll rip your throat out with my teeth!

  A newly born, HARROW HARROW

This feeling's righteous, right?

Losing my mind, losing my mind, what am I even expecting to find?

  Send you to sleep, HARROW HARROW

I’ll laugh and scream until even I can start to stand me

  Let’s end this now, HARROW, HARROW,

I can’t forgive it when the strong hurt the weak

I won’t forgive, I won’t allow, I just can’t make myself let it go now

  Ask how heavy, HARROW, HARROW

Is the damage that I can freely wield to bend and break a dream

And I’ll rip your throat out with my teeth!

  I want to drown in moral victory