#✗ turns me somewhat insane (musings)

[sasorikigai]

@indulgentia, @sonxflight

Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

[analogwriting]

Beer Pong

Killer x gn!reader word count: 3.3k a/n: this idea came to me while i was obliterated and playing beer pong. the only thing i could think of was how much i wanted killer to rail me. also disclaimer, i'm actually ASS at beer pong lmfao. also also, only one version of this one bc it doesn't quite go that far whoops

“C’mon! Who else wants to challenge the undefeated champ of beer pong?” Your voice was loud enough for people to hear over the thumping music of the party that you and your brother were hosting. 

It was the same every year. The two of you would host an end of the year party and invite all of your friends, have them invite their friends who invited their friends and so on. It was one of the biggest parties of the year every year. It’s been a tradition at this point for about five or six years.

“I think you’ve officially defeated everyone, Bigs.” Your younger brother, Kid, chimed as he walked into the room you were in. This was also the same every year. Those who have been to the parties before knew how ruthless you were at beer pong. Some of them never tried challenging you again, some would practice throughout the year just to take you on again. Newcomers also challenged you. However, no one was able to beat you for the past three years.

You huffed, folding your arms. “That’s so lame!” How much you drank didn’t affect your ability to win either. You were somewhat sloshed and still crushing everyone at the party.

“I’ll challenge them,” you heard a deep voice come from behind you. The room you were in had several different entrances. You looked behind you, seeing the finest piece of man you’ve ever laid your eyes upon. Motherfucker took your breath away - almost. You blinked.

“Killer! You made it!” You turned, seeing your brother walking over to him to greet him. You watched in confusion for a moment. The hell kind of name was that? 

“Bigs, this is Killer, he’s one of the new teachers for one of my mechanics classes.” You blinked, nodding at him, still stunned by how unbelievably hot he was. 

“Killer, this is my older sibling, y/n.” Killer offered a small wave with a lazy smile that made your heart skip a beat and your body warm up. “‘S a pleasure. Heard a lot about you.”

You glared at your brother for a moment who shot his hands up in defense. “All good things, I promise.”

“Bullshit.”

He cackled, putting his hands back down. “You’re right.”

You felt your eye twitch, but you kept yourself in check. You looked to Killer. “You said you wanted to take on the challenge?” you mused, a devious glint in your eye as a grin spread across your face. You were going to absolutely obliterate him.

Killer matched your grin. “Absolutely. I’ve heard about your skills, so I figured I’d test the waters. I play a lot myself, actually.” He shrugged.

Kid spoke up. “They’re undefeated, so I’d proceed with caution.” Without looking away from you, Killer nodded. “No need. I think it’ll be fine.”

Now, who the hell did he think he was? He really had that much confidence that he thought he was going to beat you? Genuinely? You narrowed your eyes at him. You weren’t going to admit it, but his cockiness was insanely hot. Too bad you were about to humble the shit out of him. Nothing excited you more than being able to crush the dreams of the hopeful.

“Then take your place at the other side of the table.” You gestured.

He did as instructed and the game began. You started off strong, immediately sinking the first one. He tossed his ball and it bounced off one of them. “Oo, too bad. Sure it’s just a warm up, right?” you mused, grinning.

He just shrugged, sharing your grin. He didn’t seem to be worried at all in the slightest. 

You decided to give him a fair shot, purposefully missing some to keep the game going. Some of his that spun around the inside of the cup, you could’ve pulled in time but you let sink. 

“Stop doing that,” Killer said, folding his arms and narrowing his eyes at you as you missed another shot.

“Doing what?” You blinked. There was no way he caught on that easily. He’d never seen you play before, so how the hell would he know?

“You know what you’re doing.” You narrowed your eyes at him, putting a hand on your hip. “If that’s the way you want to be - fine. Don’t cry when I obliterate you.” You were pissed now. Who the hell did he think he was?

It wasn’t long before you knocked out most of his cups and he’d only gotten one or two of yours. He was about to toss when he paused. “What do I get if I win?” he asked, a mischievous look in his eyes.

You blinked, looking at the table. There was no way in hell this man was winning. It’d be a miracle. “If you somehow manage to make it back and win - I’ll give you the best head you’ve ever had,” you snorted, rolling your eyes. 

“I could’ve went my whole life without hearing that,” Kid chimed from the sidelines, making a face. You just looked at him. “Sorry not sorry. Maybe you shouldn’t be in here with the grown ups then.”

“You’re only four years older than me, Bigs, so shut up.” You both were in your twenties, but it was your duty as the older sibling to always hang it above his head that you were, in fact, older.

You just snorted, rolling your eyes before you heard a ball sink into one of your cups. You blinked, looking to Killer across the table. Lucky shot. “You should be focused on me,” he said, a glint of something wild in his eyes. It made your heart race with excitement. “You want head that bad?”

“Okay, I’m out.” Kid threw his hands up, heading out of the room and you just laughed, but you didn’t take your eyes off the man across the table from you.

Killer just shrugged, the corner of his mouth curling a bit. “Maybe.” You didn’t know what he was playing, but it excited you.

Honestly, you weren’t sure how it happened, but next thing you knew, you both only had one cup left. He had been able to distract you during your throws to make you miss, pulled out your ball as it spun in the cup, and sink every single one of his ping pong balls into the cups. People had started gathering, watching as you desperately tried to save face. You had no idea what was going on. You’d never been smoked like this before.

“Were you fucking toying with me this whole time?” you said, feeling your eye twitch as you glared at the man before you. He just grinned, shrugging. “I did say that I play too.”

With that, he sank his ball into your cup. This was your last chance - redemption. If you made it into his cup, you’d be safe and the both of you would go another round. You took a deep breath, not looking at him. You knew if you did, you’d fuck up and end up missing your shot.

You went to throw but heard him make a noise, drawing your attention to him. He looked at you, winking and licking his lips right as you threw the ball. As you predicted, you fucking missed, costing you the game. The room was silent for a moment, distant conversations heard in others rooms and music thumping.

Then it erupted into cheers. “That was the greatest game I’ve ever watched!”

“Holy shit, I can’t believe they lost!”

“Finally! Someone who was able to knock them down a peg!”

“Was kind of hoping they would win. It’s weird having a different reigning champ now.”

The conversations and cheers blurred together as you just stared at the cup across from you. You couldn’t fucking believe you just lost. Three years and you’ve never lost. Not once. Ever since you started playing, you were just fucking good at it. And now that was all over.

You didn’t even process that Killer had moved from his spot until you felt someone hoist you over their shoulder. You were yanked back into reality as you were lifted into the air. “What the hell?!” You noticed that it was Killer who had tossed you over his shoulder.

“I believe someone owes me ‘the best head I’ve ever had’,” he mused as he started carrying you towards the staircase that led to the bedrooms upstairs. This motherfucker had been planning this all along and you couldn’t believe you fell for it - hook, line, and sinker. Fuck.

Dammit. You just had to say that, didn’t you? You grumbled. As you were carried, various people whistled and cheered. “Yeah! Get it, newbie!”

“Gotta pay up, y/n!” 

“Taking your spoils from victory, huh?” 

You covered your face with your hands, feeling your entire body heat up with embarrassment. You couldn’t fucking believe this. And now everyone knew what was going to happen next and you couldn’t function. You just had to open your big mouth. God, you were never living this down. This was like the walk of shame only before the shag not after.

You heard him enter a room and close the door before setting you down gently. You still had your face hidden, unable to look at him.

“Y/n?” You were silent, not wanting to say anything. You were beyond embarrassed at this point. You felt his hands on yours, trying to pull your hands away. You kept them firm against your face and you heard him sigh, his breath dancing across your skin.

“Y/n, I’m not going to make you do anything. That was all for show.”

“Bullshit.” You finally removed your hands from your face, narrowing your eyes at him. “I’m sure you want nothing more than to put the mouthy brat in thei-” You stopped, noticing the concerned look on his face.

You blinked, processing. Oh, he was serious. You shook your head, pulling your hands away and pushing him towards the bed.

“Nah, I keep my word. So, you best get ready for the best blow job you’ve ever had.” He stumbled, plopping onto the edge of the bed in surprise. It took him a moment to catch up before he snorted. “I mean, I’m not going to say no to a free blow job, but we’ll see if it’s the best.”

You narrowed your eyes at him. He was using your competitiveness against you and it was working. How the fuck did he already have you figured out? You know what? What the fuck ever. You were going to give him the time of his life and make him beg for more.

You dropped to your knees right before the bed and in between his legs. “You know just how to get under my skin,” you grumbled.

“It’s not hard.” 

You just stopped for a moment, hands on his pants. “I will absolutely rip your dick off.” He just stuck his hands up with a snort. “I fold. I’d like to keep my dick. Besides, how am I supposed to rail you otherwise?”

You blinked several times. Oh? “You think you’re gonna rail me, huh?” He just grinned and you narrowed your eyes. You didn’t know what fucking game he was playing but you were about to bite his entire dick off if he kept it up.

You made quick work of his pants, undoing the buttons and pulling him out. Your eyes widened slightly. Jesus fuck, he was huge. Possibly the biggest you’ve been with. That thing could tear you in half probably. You could feel your own body heat up, it only made you more excited.

With as hard as he was, you were sure he’s been hard for a while now. “Beer pong your version of foreplay?” you mused, pressing a kiss to the base of his cock. He let out a hiss through his teeth, leaning back on his hands. “Not really,” he ground out. If these minimal touches were enough to make him act like that, you weren’t sure he was going to last long at all.

You began to slide your hand up and down the length of his cock, earning a small groan from him. “Not really? Then what was it then?” A smug smile spread across your face as you dragged your palm over his tip before running your hand back down again. You could already see his chest heaving. He was already struggling.

“Probably something to do with the really cute hot head across from me,” he ground out. You gasped as he called you a ‘hot head’, squeezing the base of his cock, causing him to growl slightly as he tilted his head back. Oh, you liked that noise.

“A hot head, huh?” Was he wrong? No, but you weren’t about to let him just call you that. You let go of him, standing up. “I believe I told you to stop playing these games, Killer,” you mused, turning and acting like you were about to leave when you felt him grab your wrist, pulling you into his lap.

You gasped, feeling your face set ablaze. His lips pressed against your neck as your back pressed against his chest. You went to pull away but his arms wrapped around your middle, pulling you in close. “Don’t be like that,” he cooed against you. You felt a shiver down your spine, your heart about to jump out of his chest. “I won’t do it again, I promise.” You had a small feeling he knew exactly what game you were playing, but he was going along with it. Probably seeing if you’d stick to your bit.

You swallowed hard, trying to keep yourself in check and trying to keep your attitude the same. You cleared your throat. “F-Fine.” You were trying hard to keep yourself together and not fling yourself at him.

“I’ll let it slide. This is your last chance.” You were fighting to keep your breathing even as you felt him smile against your skin. God fucking dammit. He was impossible.

You pulled away from him again and he let you go this time as you dropped between his knees once more. Your face felt like it was on fire as you suddenly wondered if you reacted exactly how he had planned. Was he some evil mastermind? No, it wasn’t that.

Jesus fuck could your mind just shut up. It wasn’t that deep.

You took his cock in your hand once more, feeling it twitch with excitement. You looked up as he licked his lips, watching you. Again, your face felt like it was on fire under his intense stare but you shrugged it off, pressing your lips to the tip. You felt his body shift as he leaned back on his hands once more, slowly melting as you began to run your tongue down the side of his shaft.

One of his hands found its way into your hair, tugging at it slightly as you began to slide the entirety of his cock into your mouth. The deeper you took him - the harder he pulled, making you moan around him. The sudden vibration caused him to buck his hips, shoving himself down your throat rather suddenly. 

Luckily for you, you didn’t really have a gag reflex, so you mostly just widened your eyes in surprise as you suddenly felt your throat stretch and your nose press against him. Fuck, you could probably reach your own climax just from giving him a blow job at this rate.

You slowly pulled off of him, making him groan lowly. You quickly found a rhythm and pace, beginning to bob your head and work his cock like the pro you were. This wasn’t your first rodeo sucking dick, but it surely was the biggest.

You just prayed you didn’t end up with lockjaw due to his size. That would be a nightmare; not to mention you’d die of embarrassment.

It wasn’t long before you felt Killer begin to roll his hips, pressing him further down your throat each time. “Fuck,” he breathed, panting heavily at this point. Honestly, he was lasting longer than you thought he would. You thought he would’ve finished the first time you shoved him down your throat, but he was still going.

With how much he was twitching and throbbing, you knew he didn’t have much longer anymore.

The hand in your hair suddenly grabbed you a bit rougher, keeping you in place slightly. Your eyes widened as you knew exactly what he was going to do next, so you relaxed your jaw and gripped his thighs as you braced yourself. His hips started thrusting much rougher now as he fucked the shit out of your throat. 

You definitely were gonna feel that in the morning. Not that you cared because honestly, this was the best time you’ve had in a while. Shit, you might have to keep him around.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you felt your own body heating up more and more. A coil was forming in your stomach, tightening with each thrust as you held onto his hips for dear life. Were you really going to finish just from this?

Part of you hoped that he wouldn’t be tapped out after this so you could keep going.

The man’s hips suddenly stopped as he shoved himself deep down your throat, releasing fully inside of you. It was enough to send you over the edge, moaning against him as you came yourself, making a mess of the pants you were wearing. Fuck.

Killer slowly pulled out of you, you carefully making sure you swallowed every bit of semen that he gave you as he did so. Once he was pulled out, you gasped for air. Both of you were panting; your head spinning rapidly, your body buzzing. Fuck, you hadn’t felt this good in a long time.

You felt him pull you up, kissing you hard and sloppy. Instantly, you wrapped your arms around his neck, kissing him back, and moaned into him. 

After a few minutes of a hard make out session, he pulled away from you. Both of you were still panting, but a little less so than before. “You still have it in you to keep going?”

You looked at him with surprise, but excitement. You had hoped he’d have enough juice to keep going. “Mm, maybe. How’d I do? Best you’ve ever had?”

“Gonna have to start calling you Sloppenheimer with how bomb that head was.”

You stopped, looking at him with an unreadable expression. Then you stood up, throwing your hands up. “Okay, I’m out.” Just as your brother had done earlier.

Killer laughed. “Wait, no!” 

“No! Absolutely not! I can’t believe you said that!” You felt as he grabbed you around the waist pulling you back into bed. “That’s the dorkiest and dumbest thing I’ve ever heard!” you shrieked as he pinned you beneath him. You pouted up at him.

“You’re right. You’re right. I’m sorry. Should’ve saved that line for later.” He grinned, looking down at you. “You actually should never had said it because that was so lame.”

He just smiled at you. “You win. That was the best head I’ve ever had. Gonna have to keep you around,” he mused. You rolled your eyes.

“Oh, shut up and just fuck me already.” 

Killer just grinned, kissing you hard. You knew you were going to be in for a long night. And he was right, you were probably gonna have to keep him around.

[rowretro]

𝕄𝔼𝕋𝔸𝕃 𝕄𝔼𝔼𝕋𝕊 𝕃𝕆𝕍𝔼

✧taglist✧: @baevsxii @nikisdubblchococake

✧warnings: Yandere themes, toxic themes, unhealthy love, mentions of blood, a little goofy w won

♡synopsis: Nishimura Riki. The Robot created by Yang Jungwon himself, a robot that is insanely human like, inside and out. No one could tell he was a robot. However, the Robot had possessed demonly powers, from Satan himself. So I guess you could see it's a half robot. Yang y/n, the younger sister of Jungwon finds herself stuck to this robot 24/7 no matter what she tried, he will always be by her because she's his muse, his world, his love, his obsession.

(PART 2)

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Jungwon gasped seeing Riki carry inside the unconscious, somewhat bloodied body of his sister. "NI-KI BOT NO! HOW COULD YOU FUCKING KILL MY FUCKING SISTER?! HOW DO YOU CALL THIS LOVE?!!!" He exclaimed, mad as he searched for a weapon. "No no master Yang... she fainted. She saw me take the life of another human and fainted... nothing to worry about, I ran a body scan she was just stressed..." The robot male simply said as he softly laid her down.

Riki eyed her up and down, oh how peaceful she looked when sleeping. He cleaned himself up, taking a human shower. Even Jungwon was in utter shock seeing the robot act so human, not one bit effected by the water. Riki dried his hair as he glanced at Y/n. The girl still dressed in the bloodstained, sweaty clothes. Riki approached her unconscious figure. His hands making it's way to her shirt.

He slipped it off, Then her trousers, as he threw them in the laundry. "NI-KI bot. I need to run a test on- AH WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO MY SISTER... I DON'T EVEN KNOW IF A ROBOT IS ABLE TO MAKE A BABY, BBUT I KNOW MY SISTER CAN'T CARRY A CYBORG CREATURE INSIDE HER." Jungwon yelled as the robot ignored him, clean clothes at hand. "Do robots even have hormones?... hey I need to run a few tests on you so hurry up and don't hurt my sister." Jungwon warned.

The robot remained silent, carrying her to a very fancy, and wonderfully scented bath tub. "God fucksake what did I fucking create... who's the fucking mom- why does it have human parts-... did he steal someone's heart literally- what the fuck is fucking going on-" Jungwon mumbled to himself. Eventually, Y/n woke up. She was clean, dressed in one of her nightgowns and tucked into her bed comfortably. Maybe she was just having a nightmare?

The clothes in her laundry bag said otherwise. Y/n walked down the hallway and glanced into Jungwon's lab. Sitting there was Riki himself a few wires connected to him as Jungwon ran through a few things on a few computers. "It's fucking unbelievable... he's half Man half robot... practically- but that's impossible..." Jungwon mumbled as Y/n stood there, creeped out by the way Riki turned to her. "W-won... you're doing a really bad job as a brother... Either you're careless, irresponsible and shit at science, or you're so over protective to the point you wanted to make my future husband." Y/n said.

"Well... I don't know what you want me to do... if it was a robot completely- I can turn it off, dismantle it and melt it with acid or some shit..." Jungwon started as the robot turned it's head to Jungwon. "B-But- he's not just robot so I can't... a-also I think he's a great guy- he literally dressed you and didn't even hurt you or yknow... glaze your donut?" Jungwon added as y/n stared in shock, throwing her small teddy bear at him.

"OH MY GOD. BAD BROTHER BAD BAD BAD- FIRST YO U LET THAT MURDEROUS LAB RAT FREAK OF NATURE TOUCH ME AND YOU'RE LETTING HIM GET AWAY WITH THIS???" Y/n exclaims as Jungwon scratched his head. "Sis... I tried EVERYTHING. He's just impossible to get rid of trust me..." Jungwon added as Riki stared at him "HEY I'M TRYING TO SUPORT YOUR CASE HERE-" Jungwon yelled, raising his arms in defence.

"HIS CASE? HE IS MEANT TO BE JUST A HUMAN LOOKING LAPTOP." "OH MY GOD Y/N, NI-KI BOT LISTEN. I'M JUST TRYING TO CO EXSIST AND NOT GET MURDERRED. PLEASE." Jungwon finally yelled as y/n sighed. Riki got up when the wires were removed, his hand resting against the wall, his face leaning into hers. "So beautiful up close... Never seen something so beautiful, you can check my database for proof if u want." He simply said as Y/n rolled her eyes.

"You want to feel my kiss? boy you can't touch this." She simply said, her hand softly pushing his chest away. The robot found her cute, following her around everywhere, watching as she pours herself a glass of water, staring in the mirror, pouting and twirling her hair. Or even when she's just randomly working out, or making a snack. "Can you like stop staring?" she asked annoyed as he blinked. Riki then took a seat beside her. "Why don't you love me?" The robot asked as Y/n rolled her eyes. "NI-KI bot.... You're creepy, weird, a robot and in no world is it ever normal for a human to love a clunk of metal." She simply said.

"So you're saying, it isn't love because I can't shed blood for you?... It isn't love because when we kiss there won't be saliva?... Technology's improved darling... and My name is Riki do not call me NI-KI bot." He said, his voice going a whole octave deeper as he slit the skin on his arm, real blood dripping out the slit, the cut itself looking like a human's. "Now should we test with the kiss?" he asked his head tilted a little, as he stared intensely at her. "N-No NI-KI- I-I mean Riki.... you just stay here..." Y/n simply said as she ran off into her bedroom.

Y/n checked that he didn't follow her, and shut her room door. She made her way to her bedroom window, opening it as she looked down. The coast is clear. So she jumped, expecting to have a fairly painful landing that'll be less impactful by the bushes. However, her landing was a little softer. She found herself, staring directly into Riki's eyes as she was indeed in his arms. "Where we off to pretty baby?" The robot man asked, his eyes darkening as he carried her in.

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[sasorikigai]

@hexsreality

my home isn't my home anymore, something's gone wrong along the way

noor hindi dear god. dear bones. dear yellow.: "pledging alliegance" (via @feral-ballad) \\ andrew collins \\ athena nassar, from love is not always song, but the swelling (via @weltenwellen) \\ @holly-warbs \\ yanyi dream of the divided field: poems: "the friend” (via @dactylicreveries) \\ bartosz beda silent interior ii

kofi

[ask-sister-solaris]

sjsndbd you can keep sending me asks i literally do not mind them i love your ideas sm. you're actually helping with muse it's insane.

But since you insist, i had an idea in mind, and then i forgot, and then i saw your reblog and remembered again so !!

could i possibly get another egon x reader (i literally love egon i am not sorry about this) where the reader is a little bit religiously traumatized and they have a call there, but they physically cannot step into the church bc 1) their family went to this church, and 2) everything is coming back after almost forgetting about everything so egon has to comfort them.

Sorry if that's a little dark but that's me being angsty 💀

*rubs hands together* I also have religious trauma so les goooo

“I promise you’re okay Dove”

Egon Spengler x Reader

Warnings: angst, religious trauma, implied 🍇

Panic set in even before you’d gotten into the Ecto 1. The call you’d received was from a church, the Catholic Church to be precise. The one your parents attended when you were young. Egon knew you didn’t like churches somewhat but he thought it was just because you were a scientist and you didn’t believe the stupid bible stories.

You took your meds and got into the Ecto 1 all kitted up and ready. As Ray pulled up to the church your stomach did flips and suddenly you were back to your 7 year old self.

You were only young, seven years old nearly 8. Your parents were taking you to Easter service at the church near your apartment. You were dressed up in a pretty blue dress with a little bow at the back and your hair curled. You never understood why exactly this was so important but you enjoyed the free chocolate.

Of course you’d never worn a dress of this style to church. It came to your knees and was very poofy and femme. The dresses you usually wore were ankle length, and a peachy colour. You didn’t argue though because good girls never argued. As you approached the church the pastor was welcoming everyone, and though you nor your parents saw, he was eyeing you up.

You sat beside your parents and swung your little legs as the ceremony began. You were old enough to volunteer with the little show they put on and let kids get involved with. Of course you begged your parents and it didn’t take much for them to allow you to. The service itself went smoothly, afterward while children were allowed to play outside on the clear patch of grass and adults were sat around picnic tables talking, the pastor called you over into the church. He told you that you looked very pretty in your dress and that he knew God intended you to find a man soon.

This confused you because you were only 7 and boys were so blehhhhh. But you just nodded and smiled and turned to leave. The pastor asked you if you could show him your stockings because they looked so pretty and you foolishly agreed. You thought nothing of it and never mentioned it to your parents. And that’s how it continued every Easter service up until you were 15 and finishing up school.

He tried to get you to strip, going as far as to drag you into the confessional booth and rip your dress. Without going into to much depth he had his way with you and only after you were able to escape and run out screaming and crying. Your dress was in shreds, you were a mess makeup running down your cheeks, and all your parents said was, “you shouldn’t have been tempting him with how short your dress was”

You hadn’t moved from your seat in the Ecto one for a good five minutes, tears were streaming down your cheeks your breathing heavy. Egon told the others to go ahead and he would catch up. They agreed and he waited for you to calm down and come back to the real world. They had things in the car for if Egon ever had a panic attack. He grabbed a sugary drink and something sour for you and that helped you come back to the present.

He held your hand gently and you looked at him. His heart broke seeing how upset you looked. “It’s okay now my dove, I promise you it’s okay Dove”

When the ghost was contained and you were safely in Egons baggy clothes in his bed swaddled up with your favorite drink and snacks Egon put his favorite music on and worked on some paperwork at the desk inside the bedroom. Not even Venkman had cracked a joke about the church, and that was rare.

[likeadevils]

We don't talk enough about Superman in general for me. I understand why - it's objectively not her *best* song, and the implications on a grander scale can be deeply disheartening. BUT from a storytelling perspective, I actually find it very compelling.

She's towing the line between acknowledging his faults and the effect they have on her, and looking past them completely in service of one day being with him. I also think it's interesting she very clearly wrote/places the song before they "dated" (the specifics of that are... it's sort of difficult to work out what the fuck happened there.)

It has this intense level of hero worship that is gutwrenching in the context of WCS, and even more gutwrenching in the context of how she spoke about him in interviews (namely the one where she talked about meeting him - which was at the Met Gala in 2008 - and said explicitly he was "one of her heroes.")

There's also the fact that the song is just objectively unhinged. Yes, in the way she delivers it, especially in the outro, but the lyrics themselves are wild: she is writing this song, about a person she has not dated (yet), whilst per her description having someone who is sending her flowers and cards and calling her. Despite this, she is worried about the muse meeting someone else and forgetting about her. Her assertion that she "swears she'll be with him someday" is so intensely juvenile, and it simultaneously highlights how young she is and how strong her emotions are.

I've also been thinking about the implications of her having to "wait" in context of the age gap, which is a grim thought, one motivated by Foolish One, presuming they're about the same person. When he eventually "came back down" it was right before she turned 20, I.e right before she was no longer a teenager and it was slightly more socially acceptable to date her - not that I think it's justifiable. I don't think you get to meet an 18 girl who idolises you as a 30 year old man and then get brownie points for waiting to date her until she was (almost) 20. If anything I think him keeping in somewhat consistent contact with her is.. like just as bad as if he'd pursued her straight out the gate.

ANYWAY, getting off track. I agree it's very TTPD coded. I just love this song a lot.

the interview that gets me from before they dated is when she’s asked to name artists she likes, and she rattles off a couple, and the interviewer goes “not john mayer?” and she’s like “i talk about him too much i need to mention other people” like i watched that and my heart caved in a little bit. it also drives me absolutely insane that she (seemingly) met john mayer before she met joe jonas. also that “it’s like watching superman fly away” is, according to her, an ACTUAL THING SHE SAID TO HER FRIEND

the thing that’s compelling to me about superman, and the thing that makes it hard to pin down on the timeline, is how unclear the level of commitment is? and that’s reflected across their relationship— from the outside, it very much seems like they never made it official, and they never officially called it off. in the song, it adds to his unpredictability, and it adds to her pining, and you’re not quite sure what’s going on, but you’re sure you want more, and she’s doing a really good job portraying that confusion. kinda too good of a job for me, it makes the song hard to hold onto.

i’m not sure foolish one is about john mayer— the idea of being the girl on the sidelines while the boy marries someone else appears in her lover journal dated to february 2009, a solid couple of months before her and john mayer got in contact in any real way— but its definitely is portraying a similar story. a major theme on speak now is taylor’s relationship with commitment, how she’s been left behind, or left to dangle in confusion, and how she’s done that to other people. that’s why long live is such a perfect closer— it’s something permanent, something that will be remembered.

[ectogeo-rebubbles]

Can I have Siskarak fanfic recs, please? I've only read a few (can't remember too well at 3AM; one on the Defiant comes to mind), and I was surprised by how well the vibe worked!

Oh absolutely. 😈 Fair warning that I’m gonna rec a LOT of my own fics bc I’m shameless like that, but also because I’ve written like 25% of the Siskarak fics that exist. 😂 Of course in addition to my little ramblings, please check all the tags and summaries on these and just read the ones that speak to you! 💖 And now, in no particular order:

so, I lied, I cheated by me - My beloved siskarak novella!! 🥰 It’s an In the Pale Moonlight AU where Sisko and Garak fake an affair to explain why they are meeting together secretly all the time now, so that no one will realize it’s actually bc they’re conspiring to bring the Romulans into the war. It’s a VERY cracky premise, and I then treat the implications of that premise with the utmost severity haha. It’s a big clusterfuck of them making each other worse and ruining each other’s lives but I did aim for a hopeful ending for them and for their healthier relationships (siskasidy and garashir). I’m so proud of it, I have some planted some insane character insights into there that I truly can’t figure out other simpler ways to express/convince people of than by writing them into a complicated angsty porny ITPM-but-way-worse fic.

And Scene by Flazéda (peternurphy) - Obsessed with this one. Sisko and Garak have to go undercover at a sex club, and I am just such a sucked for fake relationship scenarios. I’m also never not thinking about the moment in this fic where Sisko muses internally on how spanking Garak’s ass with a paddle is satisfying in the same way as swinging a baseball bat.

Moonlight Still Casts Shadows by Warpcorps @spocksbeanies - This one is SO HOT. It’s post-ITPM and Sisko is continuing to compromise his morals in delicious, sexy ways to accomplish his goals. 😈 (He’s having sex with Garak to keep him happy and working for him.)

Decadence: In His Service by JA Chapman is soooo good and sooo insane and I want to read approximately 10k more words about the messy, messy scenario described. Siskarak is only a secondary ship, the main one shown is Sloan/Sisko. I don’t particularly buy into it as realistic, but this fic ask all kinds of questions and offers NO answers, and I am driven insane by it every day, I do still recommend. XD

Exaltation by @hellostuffedtiger is another good one involving Sloan and it is much closer to canon than the above hahaha. Sisko and Garak have casual sex, then discuss S31 and Sloan and how to protect Bashir.

going up, going down by me - Crackfic to the max, haha! Garak gives Sisko a blowjob in the turbolift and they get caught.

Plausible Deniability by katiemariie is really interesting and reading it helped kick off my interest in the ship! I do have some small quibbles with it bc I don’t really buy that Garak isn’t interested in Bashir or that Siskarak could actually become a sustainable romantic ship, but oh man other than that the dynamic is great here!

Captain’s Whore by @the-last-dillpickle - Garak pettily making sure everyone knows he’s Sisko’s mistress is just so fun and delightful 😂

partners in crime by anonymous - A tasty little post-ITPM PWP where Sisko does a bit of introspection about himself and Garak’s effect on him.

you’re a criminal as long as you’re mine by me - This might be the one on the Defiant you’re thinking of. It’s set during Second Skin. I wanted to write a lower stakes, chiller, flirtier Siskarak dynamic here and I really really like how it turned out 🥰

A few more very short fics by me:

me and the devil walking side by side

lying down with dogs

dirty little secret

never loved nobody fully (alternate Siskarak ending) (there’s also a podfic of this drabble by klb and blackglass and horchatapods… I know at least one of you is on tumblr and I can’t remember which rn)

Not super shippy but def have some fun and somewhat charged Sisko and Garak interactions:

Farce of the Prophets by @cardassiangoodreads - This one involves Garak messing with Sisko a little bit haha. It’s got those fake relationship elements I love so dearly 🥰

Dance of Fools by stuffedtiger - More Siskarak fake relationship stuff 😈 They dance 🥰

redacted by me - Garak and Sisko figuring out how to work together when they are both stationed on Starbase 375 at the beginning of s6.

This was so fun to put together, thanks for this ask, I love gushing about my fave siskarak fics 💖

[rinsuniverse]

I recently saw that your reqs are open 👀 can we get woozi's s/o helping in writing or producing a song from the universe factory evn tho she isn't in the entertainment bizzz just like a pure inspiration for her to help write songs hihi

being woozi's muse! ✧˖°.

this is a cute idea! (sorry if this is short! i'm currently writing this on break <3)

i imagine three different types of scenarios where his s/o would help in writing or producing music

for the first, imagine you're lounging on his couch at the universe factory

he's been working on his music for hours on end now, and his brain is slowly malfunctioning

you can tell just by how he's sighing and tilting his head in frustration that he needs a break or some help

so you come over, running a hand down his shoulder and peering in at his monitor

"you okay?" you ask, leaning your head against his

he takes a minute to relax into your touch, but does so nonetheless

"nothing sounds right for this part of the song," he says, frustratingly

"do you want my help?"

"are you going to spoil the song?"

"why would i do that?"

"true. just take a look at it, i guess," he says as he backs his chair up from the desk

you sit there, asking him to hum the melody and match up the lyrics

you suggest switching the order of some lines for the lore and sound

and he nods with his eyes somewhat wide, surprised at your helpful feedback

"there! i think it sounds much better now," you say, turning to look at him

he nods, rolling his chair closer to the table. "thanks, y/n/n"

"mmm. if you need more inspiration or help, just call me over."

"god, i love you," he mutters, grabbing hold of your hand and squeezing it

"love you, too. don't overwork yourself!"

the second scenario would be when you're both out on a walk, just goofing around town after a planned date

"oh my god, jihoon! look at this kitty!" you say, pointing at the stray kitten on the side of the walkway

the sun is setting and he watches you as your eyes twinkle and the golden hour sun rays hit you just right

you smile at him so genuinely and he's looking at you like you're the most beautiful person in the world (he would never say that out loud to you, tho)

as you're talking quietly to the cat and approaching slowly, he can't help but pull out his phone and take a picture

he switches to the notes app, changing his attention from you to the phone, then back to you, then back to the phone as he writes lyrics about how your eyes have so many feelings behind them and how he can't find all the words he'd want to describe you with

you're his muse in that way

he feels inspired when he sees your genuine and pure self/the person he fell in love with

you won't know, but the next seventeen album is going to have a b-side by the vocal team that was completely inspired by that one day that he fell in love with you all over again 🫶

and the last scenario would be when he invites you to help him and the svt members record a new song

it's his turn to record, so he has you and soonyoung pressing the button for him

you're giggling at whatever soonyoung has to say and jihoon stands there awkwardly staring at you two, pursing his lips

"can i record now or what?" he asks, staring daggers at soonyoung

"yep! y/n, music please!" soonyoung says, causing you to giggle

jihoon finds himself clenching his jaw, but as soon as the music starts playing in his headphones, he tries his absolute hardest to impress you

he knows it works when he's done singing the part, and you're just looking at him with a cute grin on your face

"are we done with my part now?"

"yeah-"

"get out of my seat, soonyoung."

and for the rest of the recording, you sit next to jihoon

one of his hands is holding a pen and presses the buttons while the other is resting on your thigh

you give him and the members feedback about what you feel (as a carat) would sound the best and make the fanbase go literally insane

and jihoon is so grateful for all your help and everything

he knows you aren't really in the entertainment business and you're just giving your feedback as his s/o and a fan of the group

but guess what?

you find your name right next to his in the credits of some of the songs in the album anyway!

thank you so much for the request! i hope you enjoyed reading this as much as i did writing it! feel free to request many, many more! ✧( ु•⌄• )◞◟( •⌄• ू )✧

(p.s. requests are still open! i specialize in woozi stuff, but i don't mind writing about other svt members! so request whatever and as much as you want! ς(>‿<.))

[dnangelic]

happy new years!!! just posting something small before i get snatched again BUT i need all my muts and followers to know i'm very grateful for them!! i've said it a few times already but i never really had a strong sense of confidence in being able to write someone like daisuke/dark, but between the dnangel 'omg the nostalgia' veterans, the 'ive only read like one book when i was 13 is that ok' squad & the 'i have no idea what this series even is but i'll still entertain your insanity' mutuals of mine all giving me innumerous blessings of positive support, continuous interactions, and really fun muse relationships and bonds, i'm really happy not to have any regrets over picking the muses that i did! i want to be able to confidently say that i've grown into my own somewhat unique portrayal while still maintaining sugisaki's spirit and core character intentions, but really that's never anything without an incredible group of muts to interact with. thank u all sm for giving my silly little guys and me a chance, and i hope everyone's new year turns out well for them! 💐

[amusingmusie]

Hello Musie! I hope you are doing well on this out of touch Thursday. Would you be comfortable with sharing what inspired you to begin writing? Do you have a muse of your own that inspires the way you build dynamics between your characters? I was curious if you had anything that you had outside of source material (ie Hazbin) that helped motivate you?

I've always loved to write, but always burned myself out before the ideas manifested into something more substantial than daydreams. You have inspired me to at least focus that energy into comments and questions! I just wanted to say that you have a fresh approach to building meaningful conflict between characters and developing background YT. You've got me researching New Orleans history so I can further the immersion as I read! I still cannot get over how fleshed out Nel is. I can absolutely go on, but yeah!

Thanks a million :)

Hello! Sorry I answered this so late (it's Monday for me whoops!). I can't lie, I got really excited to answer this so I can nerd the hell out and YAP PROFUSELY.

What inspired me to write- With every single piece of media consume, I immediately (and I mean immediately) begin to construct some kind of OC to throw into that universe, and Nel was no exception! I got very attached to human Alastor since one of my favorite things about Hazbin is the tradegy of the human lives the characters lived, and Alastor's death in particular seemed incredibly tragic (but deserved) that I ended up fixating on it. I think something I asked myself was "Goddamn, I wonder how people who knew him reacted to his end?". That, combined with how much I loved Al's dynamic with Husk/Vaggie (the sterner characters) birthed Nel pretty quickly after I watched the pilot.

I NEVER thought I'd post a fic. Like ever. I did not think I could do it. I've been writing for myself for years and I would write on the job (I was doing secretary work at the time), so this story slowly started building and building until I had the whole thing drafted. It wasn't going to be posted until I started casually going through the Al/reader tag and saw that there was BARELY any human Alastor. And I sorta thought weeeellll I guess I gotta be the change I wish to see, I've got the whole thing drafted, why not? I'll see how long I stick with it. The fandom was super dead at the time, so I figured my fic wouldn't be exposed to a lot of people anyway, so why not?

Then you insane (/pos) people got invested in my silly shit and I am still in fucking awe that everyone is so supportive!

As for other muses (heehee) that give me inspiration- READ DEAD REDEMPTION 2. I love the RDR series, I am obsessed with it, and I think the storytelling is so beautiful. The setting gave me a small amount of inspiration (the wilderness and the country, rugged characters) but mostly the impact of the story and writing has had a lot of influence on my creativity if that makes sense? The dialogue feels insanely natural, they use old-timey slang without it dominating the conversations, and the story flows deliciously. Like, the game has had a huge impact on my life and I think if I had half the effect on you guys with my fic as that had on me, I could die somewhat happily.

And finally, I'm glad my work has a bit of a motivator for you! I'm not the best at giving advice to get motivated to start writing (I live in hyperfixation hell), but what I can say is that when something sticks, nurture it :) Try writing for yourself and see what feels right first. You never know what it can turn into!

[sasorikigai]

@kcnshi

I will always be grateful to people that extended me some grace when I was at my lowest.

[kitttttchaos]

Reasons Why I Understand Why KAOS Was Cancelled

Okay, time to get controversial. I hope you’re in the mood to read a lot. Obv I enjoyed watching the show, but it’s our duty to consume media critically, so here are some thoughts on maybe why it didn’t do as well as it could’ve. As always, totally open to hear anyone else’s opinions on this, these are just my thoughts and I would love to discuss. It’s also been a minute since I watched the show, so I might be a little off.

1. Imo Riddy is kind of unlikeable. This could just be me, but she felt like a stereotypical indie protagonist, and we don’t really get to know much about her other than the fact that she’s unhappy in her relationship. Why doesn’t she like being called Eurydice? What is it about Orpheus’s fame that makes her so uncomfortable? Her reluctance to leave Orpheus is less about protecting his feelings and more about not knowing who she is if she isn’t “his muse”. That’s good internal conflict, but it feels like a reach for material. Why does she feel like she’s so tied to him? Why did she marry him in the first place? If I knew this about her, I think I’d be able to understand her more, but as she stands, I don’t know anything about her inner self other than her relationship with her mother and with Orpheus. So, sadly, in Riddy’s efforts to not be defined by her husband, she still is. Which, outwardly, makes for an understandably moody but uncomfortably boring protagonist.

2. Orpheus gets more attention than the writers want you to think he deserves. Because Riddy is somewhat underdeveloped, Orpheus is more of a stand in for the audience than she is. He’s the unaware Everyman thrust into an insane turn of events (example, the scene in the car with Dionysus), and you root for him. This is great for entertainment, but it really doesn’t support the themes. Riddy is really unhappy in her marriage to Orpheus, but we’re only ever SHOWN why about two times (the scene where he says he can’t love her quietly, and when he takes her coin). The rest of the time, Riddy just tells us, but because we barely know anything about Riddy, it’s difficult to believe her. Especially when every scene with Orpheus is either him in a vulnerable situation, showing important and relatable parts of his character, or him singing the most fire song to ever grace diagetic screen. I like Orpheus, but he’s not the protagonist, and his relationship with Riddy feels like the writers just said “it’s a feminist retelling” and thought they could leave it at that. They spent so much time trying to make Orpheus morally grey that they forgot to make Riddy morally anything.

3. The mythic representation is mid. I don’t really know what Kaos is meant to be, and I’m okay to believe that it’s meant to be a flick and not a word for word retelling of Greek mythology, but since I haven’t heard anyone come out and say that, I have to point out that the show is poorly researched. It’s very clearly not autumn or winter in the show, so why is Persephone in the underworld? That’s such an easy fix. Greece is still beautiful in autumn. They could just change the time period. Why is Hera completely unfaithful, when she’s the goddess of marriage? I saw some good takes about this, and granted there are things about Hera’s representation that I like, but this just isn’t it. She wouldn’t be an object of worship if she couldn’t even hold up the most important thing she represents. Also, Orpheus’s journey to the underworld was so disappointing as a Hadestown fan. It genuinely seemed so easy for him to get there. Yes, there were several challenges along the way, but most of them didn’t have me on the edge of my seat. And I know Charon letting him go was part of the show, but it felt so lackluster. ALSO the underworld river thing was infuriating. I was wracking my brain trying to figure out why normal human beings were getting reincarnated. In the myths, most people wind up waiting in the Fields of Asphodel (which barely exist in the show) forever. And I get that this plot line was part of the show, but it was still annoying. I think KAOS does a great job of reinventing the myths, but if you want something that does this and still makes sense, watch Hadestown or read Percy Jackson.

4. There was so. Much. Freaking. Sex. Okay, this is mostly personal, since I’m really not a fan of graphic depictions of sex in television, but I understand that it’s sometimes necessary. That being said, there are plenty of shows where it fits into the plotline, and in my opinion this is not one of them. Granted, the scenes that feature Dionysus are important for his character development because we’re supposed to understand that, even though he’s the god of partying, he’s really not fulfilled by that kind of life. However, I think the sex scenes are misplaced everywhere else. We’re shown one between Nax and Theseus because we’re supposed to see how in love they are, but they’re in one episode and they die right after. They seem in love already, and obviously it’s horrible to see them unjustly hung. But was the sec necessary?? Poseidon and Hera’s scenes—literally WHY are they a couple? I know gods are weird, and this goes back to my earlier thing about Hera, but I saw a great take that said Poseidon and Hera could unite over their hatred for Zeus without being “in love”. This is also a really regressive depiction of “love”, imo, because they only connect over sex and not liking Zeus. Like, please. And Prometheus and Charon is the most out of nowhere combination, but it’s also just not very meaningful, because we know nothing about Charon and not much about Prometheus. I think this is also a regressive depiction of sex, because if it’s everywhere all the time, why does it matter? Again, most of this is personal, but I don’t think the sex scenes deepened the characters much at all the way they do in other shows, so why are they included in this one?

5. The plot is not well-written. Crucial pieces of information are revealed at the very end of the show. The reason why Charon lets Orpheus into the underworld is because SURPRISE, Prometheus told him to, and I bet you never thought Prometheus would’ve been in love with Charon. Well, he was. Why? Because we said so. Right now. And SURPRISE Zeus used to be human. How could Zeus have been human?? If he’s been drinking souls to stay a god since he was a human, then that means the frame has existed since he was a human, and presumably Hades was also human, so how could he have created the frame? As a matter of fact, how could the Underworld exist if Hades used to be human? How does Zeus’s relationship with his father Kronos make ANY sense if he was human? His father is a Titan, the son of the Earth and the Sky. Prometheus is the Titan that created humans, so, by show logic, Prometheus should be Zeus’s father. I could let this go if it was explicitly stated, but the show really seems to play you for a fool with this plot twist. Granted, the plot twist with Ari and Gloucus was brilliant, so I’ll give them that.

Anyway, these are just my opinions, and I really don’t hate this show. I think it did a lot of things very well. This is just a few things I think it could’ve cleaned up. Thanks for sticking around to read the whole thing <3

[cosmic-navel-gazin]

Hello. I really enjoyed reading your thoughts about HtBaG and Strugatcky brothers books in general and now I have a really weird question. Have you ever considered whiting (fan) fiction based on their books or worls? Like maybe a little "what if?" story places in HtBaG or RP books? Really curious.

Hello!

Oh I'm always happy to know someone enjoys reading through my ramblings on these books! Thank you thank you!

About the fanfic, I have thought about it for sure but I wish I was a good enough writer to pull something like that off to be honest. I'll imagine lil anecdotes and scenes, moments or scenarios I think could be really neat when I'm just musing to myself or talking about the books with friends on here, but other than that I've never felt confident enough to just sit down and actually write something.

If it counts I've had for the longest time this little scene between Rumata and the Prince somewhat planned with some lines of dialogue and everything (though very vague still) that I wanted to turn into a short little comic. Just this sweet moment between them because the idea of a bedridden medieval young prince that can't leave the palace walls befriending alien man from a galaxy far away over a shared love of the stars makes me feral. I'd also absolutely love to write something between Arata and Rumata because they make me insane in the brain on a regular basis. Something pre-HTBAG like the one helicopter rescue and what the conversation after that was like! Or something post-HTBAG about how they see each other after the events of the book transpire, or a lil what if scenario where Anton isn't taken back home (blaming my talks with @thatsonehellofabird for fueling these ideas and enabling my obsession with them).

Would love to try something with Pampa, Kira and Uno also, a small cozy scene that breaks my heart probably! Or something that would show off the optimism, naiveté and confidence of the earthlings when they first arrive and infiltrate society, thinking the job will go swell and that they're gonna make a real difference and change history. To contrast with how we find them in chapter 1.

Haven't thought about what I would like to write for Roadside Picnic (probably because it's so tight? tighter than HTBAG I feel) but maybe that'll change when I reread it

TL;DR: I haven't tried writing anything, too scared of my own lack of skills but maybe someday I'll lose my fear 😅😅

[laws-of-sephira]

Guidelines

1. Please keep in mind that this blog varies in activity due to a number of factors, like work, low moods, ext. and as a result I may not have energy to be active as much as I would like to be.

2. This blog is more story-driven with some action, drama and complex themes. I am of course willing to do other kinds of threads but this is my preferred preference. These plot-lines are only available to those who want to be involved in such, so please let me know if it is something you are interested in.

3. Hate and drama will be ignored. Plain and simple.

4. The setting of this blog is mostly a composite setting with some OC elements, and is not based purely on any specific fandom.

5. The usual 'No Godmodding' and other common rules apply here too. I don't really state them because I expect everyone to have common sense.

6. Content on this blog will be 18+ and as such, no one under such an age will be allowed to interact with this blog. Again, this is common sense I expect everyone to have.

7. This blog is mutuals only. It helps to know if people are interested in interaction. If you chose to unfollow, I will take that as a indication that you are no longer interested in following this blog and will unfollow in return.

8. After recent events, I decided that I will not be partaking in dashboard commentaries, or at the least, limit them severely. The blog will be purely focused on threads, asks and any storyline related postings to avoid unintentional conflict and misunderstandings to arise between muns from what my muses may say or do.

9. Adding this here as a disclaimer: The views, actions and behaviors of the muse does not, in any way, reflect the mun whatsoever. I understand that sometimes people can put just a bit too much of themselves into a muse, or that individuals will attack other people under the guise of their own muse, but please understand that I am not either of these types of people. Some of my muses can be aggressive, antagonistic, or downright evil, but that does not mean that I am too. Please try to separate the the writer from the character and understand that just because we write evil characters, does not mean that we are evil ourselves, or endorse what said character does. If my writing of antagonistic characters bothers you to the point of personal offense, this blog is probably not the best place for you.

10. Please, no IRL politics. This is self explanatory but to be clear about it more, I don't want my dash to be flooded with real life politics. Whenever I see stuff like that, I tend to doomspiral into insanity, so for the sake of me maintaining what little of my sanity I have, do not post political stuff or come to me about such topics. It will be ignored and blocked.

11. From this point forward I will be incredibly selective and limited when it comes to shipping. Before I used to be a bit more gung-ho about it and was more of a focus of the blog at one point, just having interactions to see where things go, but as of recent, I realize that may no longer be the best approach. I have muses who are incredibly hard to ship with, and I feel like there must be a total understanding of all characters involved before the decision to make a ship of them is made. I don't want anyone to feel like they have no say in whether or not things don't turn out so well between our muses, so to avoid issues from cropping up, I will be less focused on building ships and more focused on other things, and in the event I do want to ship, it must be discussed about at length, and with proper buildup. And by all means, if you are interested in a ship, please let me know! I am still open to shipping and I still enjoy the ones I already have, it just will not be as much of a focus anymore for the blog.

12. Unless I ask for it, please do not send any Magic Anons or anons that ultimately end up controlling or affecting my character in someway. This is somewhat of an extension of rule number 5, which expressly prohibits Godmodding in particular. From this point going forward, any anons I get that falls into this category will be ignored, and further instances of these getting sent will get you blocked immediately.

[sasorikigai]

@indulgentia

“For us — the wounds kissed long before the lips.”

— Gregory Orr, from We were that joke…; The Last Love Poem I Will Ever Write: Poems, 2019

[talesfromthebacklog]

Tales From The Frontlog: Fashion Dreamer

6/10

I was able to belt out this review so quick because there’s not much to Fashion Dreamer. I got this less than 24 hours ago. So. Neat.

Firstly: I love it.

You dress up, make designs, dress up other people, and make a little in home store front for other people to look at. It’s stylish and fun.

But it’s not a game I would recommend to most people. It’s a very repetitive experience. Which actually isn’t a complaint. It’s relaxing and I can turn my brain off like I can for Picross. But even though I like it, I’m hesitant to call it… great.

Fashion Dreamer is plain bread and butter fashion. If you’re looking for something with a lots of side activities this isn’t it.

Fashion Dreamer has a gacha like system for what clothes you’ll run into next. Either on billboards, homes, or on other people. And getting designs to make on your own requires either a gacha or special currency to unlock the recipe.

There’s also a bingo game? This earns you pink star currency which is used for your “home” and creating designs. It’s fine. It needs a “Use 10 at a time” option like the gacha has.

Honestly? The most fun part are the lookits. People can design your character and send you the look they made. I find this to actually be insanely cool. I love it. I enjoy making nice things for other people.

And people put in real effort to make nice things for you too. You can see the thought put behind the outfits and I find that to be very sweet. There’s even a little guide to see their preferences, though following it isn’t required. I gave folks free range for me because… I like all the styles. I’m curious what people will come up with.

Love Nikki (Which is an amazing mobile fashion game. I played that every day for 3 years straight) had supremely spoiled me. It has a lot of small things that makes it great. (On top of being an RPG) but Fashion Dreamer really could take a note and make a few tweaks to make it a better experience.

For example: There’s no favorites button and the max clothing you can own is 5000. That’s insane. Why??? I don’t want to hunt through 5000 clothing items for certain things all the time? Just add it as a filter! Gah!

Speaking of the filter: a color filter. The game clearly recognizes color. Make a god damn color filter.

Also no “closet feature” so you can keep multiple looks saved for the one muse. Like come on, that’s a basic function. You can have multiple avatars, but that’s not the same thing.

Fashion Dreamer makes up for this by apparently being updated with new clothing and looks monthly (for free). In either December or January there will even be an event. So that’s cool!

Normally games like this are quite… lazy about providing styles that match all tastes. The design aspect of Fashion Dreamer could be a lot stronger. But Fashion Dreamer in general has a really good spread of “casual everyday” styles. Also there are men in the game and men’s fashion both fem and masculine. That’s cool. You love to see it.

Though while the men can wear some of the fem accessories, hairstyles, etc (and vice versa), it still adheres to a gender binary. You can look somewhat ambiguous, but that’s different than being allowed to wear the dresses and skirts. Mostly just mentioning that because… it’s disappointing.

Also. Just a side note (Just mentioning this because it’s funny), I made my model massive. I picked the tallest option. I stan a tall queen.

Nearly everyone I’ve seen seems to prefer the little chicken nugget models. So I’m walking through this game like a god damn GIANT when I see everyone else’s avatars.

Overall Fashion Dreamer is solid. But it’s a game where you have to manage your expectations. Kinda like a lot of games like it. You have to be aware it’s going to be a chill experience. And that’s okay.

Edit: WHY ARE THE CREDITS UNSKIPPABLE AND SO FUCKING LONG???