#And the extra stuff is what I think what of would happened

[takes1]

ur blog is so pretty...

if you are okay with it, do you have any headcanons bout what type or p0rn the Karasuno boys would watch? 🌹

what type of p*rn would the karasuno team watch?

warnings. heavy nsfw under the cut. minors DNI

characters. suga. daichi. asahi. tsukki. kageyama. hinata. nishinoya. tanaka. yamaguchi. details. lots of kink discussion - just about anything you can think of

links. my masterlist. my ao3. more haikyuu. my imagines. requests open.

suga९᠀ - likes a good storyline video. loves a bad one. shitty acting gets him laughing, and he needs every chance he can get to feel as though he isn't sinning. won't say no to an amateur flick, but he likes the structure of 4k videos, and is a suuuucker for the 'oiled up' aesthetic.

asahi९᠀ - buddy has a rampant size kink that doesn't get much of an outlet. downside: most videos that cater to this are not what he wants, because of the unavoidable infantilization in most of them. so he opts for amateur vids with bigger guys turning out their smaller girlfriends, wives; extra props if there's some real, organic dirty talk, or if it happens to be super low-quality.

daichi९᠀ - has no shame about his oral fixation. face fucking. deepthroat. he's got any video with some lucky dude getting good head memorized by the title and the preview. his favorites are either: when the guy stays hands-off and silent, or when she takes a load down her throat. not much in between.

tsukishima ९᠀ - is a filthy animal with a porn addiction. will watch/has watched just about everything under the sun. he had a bukkake faze, a gangbang faze, but is now proudly serving his bdsm faze with specific interest in femdoms. shiny, black heels get him hard in an instant. has done the tried-and-true bdsm questionnaire in his spare time and does heaps of research on the community, usually as a pregame to jerking off.

kageyama ९᠀ - no particular preferences. but if he's got a crush on somebody, he will strictly watch lookalikes. it wasn't a conscious habit at first, but after the third time it happened, he couldn't articulate any other reason to look up seven descriptors in the search bar and get 0 results. how well/quickly he gets off is based on how well the actor or subject looks his crush. it's a long endeavor, too. he edges for as long as he can, and almost always does it twice.

hinata ९᠀ - can't watch porn long enough to build any strong preferences. has sensitivity/premature ejaculation issues, so he tends to just listen to whatever video he landed on. this has opened more of a pipeline to nsfw audios, instead. loves the sound of two bodies coming together, especially all the little pants and huffs in a video that aren't faked. has gotten insanely good at being able to tell if it's fake, too.

nishinoya ९᠀ - doesn't watch videos; similar problem to hinata. instead, yuu buys physical hentai novels. big fan of monster-fucking. tentacle stuff is a staple in his readable porn. he guards his collection with his life and would sooner lose a limb than have anybody go near the shelf that he keeps them hidden behind. once, asahi stood too close during a sleepover and -naturally- yuu bit him as a distraction, just to get him away from the area.

tanaka ९᠀ - wlw videos. solo-girl vids. he can't stand to watch something with a guy in it. it's huge turn-off, especially when the dude is too loud, or in the way, too soft, or straight-up ugly. learned to love the slow, women-catered stuff that's 40 minutes long and has plot to follow. also picked up a lot of tongue tricks from these vids, too. (congrats, kiyoko!)

yamaguchi ९᠀ - mmf threesomes. i think ya'll know what i'm getting at, here. either he 1: is poly and doesn't know it, 2: is gay and doesn't know it, 3: is genuinely very enticed by the idea of overstimulating a gorgeous girl, OR 4: can't see himself as enough for a potential partner, and this might be a subconscious way of evading that insecurity.

notes. i'm very sorry to any who were looking for ennoshita, kinoshita, or narita. i tried, but genuinely couldn't get anything going for any of them. they all seem like nice guys, but there's no material that i can properly make nasty.

taglist. @integers @paradoxicalwritings @yuchacco

links. my masterlist. requests open.

[jack-of-heartstrings]

OKAY SO... The actual theory I'm leaning toward is kind of a mix of the first two, that Marinette has taken measures to ensure he only has half his ring (or a full fake), most likely with Felix's help.

I think it'd make sense as a compromise with what they both ideally want and how deeply they both want to keep him safe for Felix to be keeping half somewhere safe and them to let Adrien have the other half so he is still carrying his own force of will just as much as if he had both. And I think that us not seeing an Amok wasn't just coincidence. And I don't think she would have taken any risk if she wasn't confident it would work; the hesitation seemed more like irrational fear she was wrong and needing to remind herself she knew it would be fine.

That said, to add a few other thoughts that friends and I were throwing around last night just for the speculation party.

As much as I think Felix would hate to do it, for Adrien's sake, I could see him begrudgingly helping Ladybug practice dealing with Amoks. That could involve double checking that a (different) amok put into two (different) rings wouldn't be released by breaking one + an empty copy of the other, I guess there's technically a case for "The Holder Sets The Limit" where she could have learned to break an object in such a way that it only releases what she wants it to? Doesn't feel likely, but not entirely outside the realm of possibility...

More fun theory: He was still Cat Noir when that happened, and the Black Cat specifically messes with the rules of the Peacock. We know when Sentis are Cataclysm'd, they "go out of control", and Kagami's line in Risk about "cut your strings" still feels like it could come into play someday. But he's been Cataclysm'd before, in Miraculer, and possibilities for that are basically: (1) Plagg is extra resistant to his own power, fully possible; (2) he was severed from his ties and free for 5 minutes but Ladybug "fixed" it, horribly hilarious but possible; or (3) Plagg just breaks the rules of how Peacock stuff should work entirely, or some mix of this and 1.

Alternative to the above: Being transformed AT ALL is temporary protection. Cat Noir is not Adrien. Marinette isn't Ladybug. Felix trying to bring Marinette back from the Red Moon power didn't work because Marinette didn't exist while Ladybug did.

Of course the main problem with the latter two theories is LADYBUG wouldn't know about that, and I still don't think she'd do it without being absolutely sure, but there's no reason there can't be multiple layers of stuff going on, and theorizing is fun, ehehe.

[yourresidentstanlover]

a dumb chart i made ft. my oc kennedy (note he goes by both mandy and ken, and uses any pronouns :3)

Some silly stuff i wrote underneath the cut ^^

i think mandy would try to figure out how to deal with an extra finger. And realize that their eyesight is terrible cause things are waaay clearer when he's in ford's body while looking through his glasses. When he's back in his own body, she schedules an appointment with an optometrist.

ford would learn that fiddleford is way stronger than he looks (cause of farm stuff lol), and realize that bein tall is cool or somethin lol. he also struggles to adjust to walking with long lanky limbs. he trips over his feet multiple times. Also he dislikes fiddleford's tiny fuckin glasses, and wishes that he had bigger frames.

fidds ends constantly bumping into things, since mandy has a much wider build. lots of jabbing his hip into the edge of stuff lol. Also gets to experience period cramps :3 he does not like it. And he has to deal with mandy's not-so-great eyesight, which is another factor in him bumping into things.

As for how they all got switched around, ford and fidds were planning to do it, and mandy happened to get swapped with them on accident (idk maybe she tripped and fell on the carpet somehow. i didn't think too far ahead lol). After bitching about it, he agrees to stay like this and take notes on what it's like to be in someone else's body.

some silly stuff i think they'd say:

Amanda: can read something without squinting "wait a minute. is this how you're supposed to see?? Oh boy, it looks like i did need glasses after all."

Stanford: "How peculiar, despite your physical appearance, you seem to be quite strong, Fiddleford! How fascinating! I must test--" trips "ah, it seems i must adjust to your height, as well."

Fiddleford: "Oh good lord, kenny, how do ya see?? And why does my abdomen hurt- OH GREAT HEAVENS! How on earth do you function like this????"

also mandy has the gene that makes cilantro taste like soap, so she gets to taste it while in ford's body, and fiddleford tastes it and realizes that Mandy wasn't lying when he said that cilantro tasted disgusting lol

[quandledlngle69]

"FINE, KEEP MAKING CONVERSATION...I GUESS."

☆ CONTENT: Your a troubled student, kicked out of your prestigious private school for beating one of your bully's. Your settled into your horrible local high school where your fighting almost everyday, yet when your reputation pokes at a certain persons bubble, he takes interest in you. ☆ GENRE/THEMES/WARNING: Trouble maker reader, reader gets bullied in the first half, mentions of snapping, fighting, beating, hair pulling, reader being nonchalant, Shidou being interested in reader, reader having a sick mother, reader is female, reader is implied to have braids, mentions of past discrimiation and racism, classism, implying that Shidou and the reader are both black, Shidou also being a problem student and fighting. ☆ PAIRING: Trouble!Maker!Reader x Trouble!MakerShidou ☆ W.C. 1.8K

It starts with insults, and it ends with fists.

That's the way of thinking you subconsciously drilled into your head from middle school. You realised quickly that having good grades or being kind just wasn’t enough to smoothly get through the once prestigious private school you attended. 

Bullying was something you absorbed, that swirled like a disgusting parasite around you. Maybe it was something about you not having the latest phone, the newest shoes–or it was a micro aggressive comment about the deep colour of your skin or your hair being the opposite of pin straight. You didn’t ever talk back or defend yourself, hoping the less reactions given, the less satisfaction would be gained and a next sorry target would be found. Unfortunately, that never happened.

You remember the day you finally snapped.

It was a regular tuesday, and although the past few months had been nothing but dread, you felt eerily calm, like you subconsciously knew what was going to happen and had already accepted it. It was sunny for such a day in march, and you appreciated the breeze, considering it was rare to be interrupted during your lunch breaks.

Today was not one of those days.

It was the same group most of the time, a handful of girls and two boys. A cycle usually occurred, it was first grabbing your attention, then insults, maybe some physical contact, knocking some stuff out of your hands, more insults, and repeat. 

You didn’t wait until the insult part.

When your mind decides to black out on you while beating on someone, one finds it quite hard to remember all the details. It was the sound of your backpack dropping to the ground at first, then the slightly panicked tone of insults, questioning what you were doing, and then your first impact of knuckles to flesh. You're sure you and the girl both tripped on each other's feet at some point, scrapping your knees, you both hit the ground accidentally tackling her. You remember how the strands of her blonde hair that had found its way to wrap itself around your fingers felt–coarse. Ears ringing, you ignored her high pitched banshee shrieks of pain while you pulled on the strands, hard. You felt them snap at the scalp. You could feel how with each collision of your closed fist to the soft tissues of her face, her sobbing grew more and more heavy. It took the two boys of the group to pry you off her. 

Later you sat in the principal's office, the extra chair for one of your guardians empty. It always was when you got in trouble. You knew it would add stress on your already ill mother. The surface skin of your knuckles were raw and the scratches on your knee began to sting as the adrenaline faded away, the soothing cream the nurse had applied weak against the pain.

A broken nose, one chipped tooth, two black eyes, and a few tension caused bald spots. 

You were told–no, screamed at by the beaten girl's mother, that you were lucky the police weren’t called, and the only consequence you were getting was that you would be expelled. 

You should've been angry, maybe distraught at the fact you were being kicked out for defending yourself, of being kicked out of the most prestigious school in the district, especially since you were on a scholarship. But–nothing. There was a sense of indifference that surrounded you like a protective bubble, even as you were screamed at, even as you were given a formal letter of expulsion you were supposed to give to your mother, even as you were escorted off school grounds.

It almost scared you, how you really didn’t care anymore.

It had been four years since that event.

Now you were in some shitty local school that you honestly could give less of a dime about. 

It had been another cycle of detentions, fights, wounds, stings, sores, aches and a whole calypso of sorts. And they couldn’t expel you, with you having nowhere else to go.

Again, you were in after school detention for slamming a locker door shut on a girl's head. Not your fault she decided it would be a perfectly plausible idea to spit on your sneakers. 

Here you are now. It was a rundown classroom in the back of the school, like the staff was trying to hide the bad kids away to avoid staining the school's decent reputation. Not like you cared. The desks had symbols carved out with sharp objects and permanent sharpies, graffiti on the walls, floors and ceiling and a foul smell coming from somewhere you couldn’t pinpoint. You had been in there so many times to the point you had gotten comfortable enough to just nap for the hour you were stuck there. It was the usual placement of connecting your head to the desk, turning away, and ignoring the others that were usually there for the same reasons just like you. 

But you also did it to ignore the fact there was always an intense stare piercing the side of your head as soon as you put your head on the table. But you let it roll off you, after all, staring towards you was just another familiar wave of negativity. The guy was notoriously known for his fights and appearance, sure, but it's not like you truly cared who he was or the feared reputation he built for himself.

For the first time, Shidou is intrigued. He watches as your slumped form in the corner back of the detention room, not talking, not even looking at anyone. No arrogance, no puffed chest—just you, head on the desk, tapping your fingers in a rhythm against the wooden leg of the desk like you were waiting for something.

So he tests you. A few direct comments out loud, a smirk, a challenge. And when you finally look at him—dark eyes, unreadable expression—he knows you're different just from the look in your eyes.

And for the first time, Shidou may have found himself someone who might just be as reckless as him.

The clock ticks slowly, each second dragging like a slow–burning cigarette.

Shidou Ryusei slouches in his chair, arms crossed over his chest, his lip still split from the fight that landed him here. He smirks at the memory—some senior had mouthed off, and Shidou, never one to back down, tracked him down and made sure a knuckle sandwich was given–something like that, anyway. You don't acknowledge his poking words, just pulling the drawstrings of your hoodie up further (an item of clothing that didn’t comply with the school rules either), shoving your hands into your pockets. From where he sits, Shidou can see the bruises along your knuckles, a fresh scrape along your cheekbone.

He knew you got into fights, but seeing the damage up close? It makes something in him spark. 

The room is silent except for the scribbling of a teacher grading papers at the front desk. Shidou drums his fingers on his desk, gaze flicking between the clock and you–who hasn’t looked up once.

“Who was it?” he finally asks, his eyes fixed on the clock, but you know he’s addressing you.

You don’t move. Don’t even react.

Shidou leans back, stretching his legs out, the wooden chair creaking beneath him. “Who’d you fight?” he tries again, smirking slightly. “Gotta be bad if they stuck you in here with me.”

A beat of silence. Then—

“You talk too much.”

Your voice is quiet, but sharp enough to cut. Shidou raises a brow, interested. Most people flinch or get defensive when he pushes. You didn't.

“I’m just curious,” he says, tilting his head towards your general direction. “A girl like you throwing punches? Gotta be a juicy story. Right?”

This time, you do glance at him—just for a second. Dark eyes, unreadable, sizing him up like he’s just another fight waiting to happen. 

“No story,” you mutter bitterly. “Just a bad day.”

Shidou studies you, almost like how a tiger looks at its prey, almost like he wasn’t deterred by the bad mood radiating off you. “Yeah? Guess we both had one.” He gestures vaguely to his busted lip, almost smug. “Wasn’t really my fault, though. The guy was fucking begging for it.”

You huff, barely a laugh, more like an exhale of disbelief. “Is that what you tell yourself?”

He leans in slightly, elbows on the desk, and you're able to see the quiet–but explosive glow of his pink eyes. “Is that what you tell yourself?”

His question hits you like a light slap to the face, managing to surprise you. For the first time, something flickers in your eyes—something he recognizes. A mix of exhaustion and defiance. 

You didn’t answer. Instead, you shifted in your seat, the metal legs groaning under your weight. Tilting your head toward him, your eyes met his, tense. “Why do you care?”

Both of your expressions mirrored each other, nonchalant, unreadable.

There was another long beat of silence as your eyes darted around his face, his blonde hair with pink tips that was definitely the reason he had a ‘delinquent’ title, you think. His nails are sloppily painted black, and you could imagine how his punches hurt like a bitch with how many rings adorned his fingers. His blazer was nowhere to be found, his jumper sleeves rolled up to his forearms. His sneakers were scruffy, his buttoned collar undone.

Shidou himself seemed as if he was deep in thought looking at you himself, as well as considering your words. He doesn’t know the answer yet. Maybe because you're different. Maybe because you're quiet, a silent but deadly type. Maybe it’s because you're the same as him, a foreign presence in an unfamiliar environment. Maybe it’s because rather than seeing a sea of pin straight black hair, it was the neat ocean of mahogany brown braids that skimmed your lower back. Maybe it was because of the fresh manicured set of nails that you got every other week, something he observed more than the normal person should. Or maybe because, for the first time, someone isn’t playing his game, and you peaked his rare curiosity.

He gives a lopsided grin, tilting his chair back until the front legs hovered above the floor. “I don’t. Just making conversation.”

You don't respond at first, ripping your eyes away from the intense staring competition–just turning your gaze back to the window, as if he’s already forgotten. But Shidou? He’s still watching you, still curious.

And it takes a lot to get his attention. 

He focused on your glossy pout, and how it seemed to soften slightly with your next words.

“Fine. Keep making conversation…i guess.”

When you meant keep the conversation going, you never implied for him to thrust his desk right next to yours, almost bumping shoulders with you. He ignored the weak yelling of the teacher telling him to go back to his place. You were amused by his actions, not even telling him to back off like you would to anyone else.

Maybe you’ll let him talk your ear off a bit more.

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[deidaraquotes]

Every time I find myself thinking "Sasuke is so cute" it jolts me because I have to remember how much of Sasuke's life is defined, and many times made worse, by the fact that he happens to be attractive.

I was thinking about it today because I got to the part towards the end of Shippuden where we see Itachi's life as a young boy, and baby Sasuke is there of course. For some reason, there are multiple times when strangers think that Sasuke is a baby girl (I guess it means he's a pretty baby? It's hard to tell when he's a cartoon).

When he's in school, all the girls are obsessed with him, but they don't really know anything about him as a person, as evidenced by Sakura's insensitive comment to him about what it must be like to have no parents. It's not clear to me whether they really tried, because I can't help but think that Sasuke would push away anybody who tried to get close to him, but I'm not sure. He seems not to care about the fact that girls want him, but I'm sure it must have affected him on some level. In Road to Ninja, alternate-universe-Sasuke uses his looks and charisma to manipulate girls for entertainment.

When Orochimaru targets Sasuke, it's partially because he has the Sharingan, but also because he has a young, healthy, "beautiful" body that Orochimaru can "use"-- to live in, allegedly... but there's an extra layer of creepyness even on top of that. I saw a post on here somewhere that talked about the subtext of sexual abuse in Naruto, pointing this out. It wasn't until I got to the part with Karin's dream in the infinite tsukuyomi (wherein she suffers terrible bodily violations before and during her time with Orochimaru) that it occurred to me that her and Sasuke's somewhat revealing outfits might have been imposed on them by Orochimaru. Once he leaves Orochimaru, Sasuke switches out his always-open shirt for one he can zip closed.

I don't know how to end this post but it was just something I was thinking about. Makes you think about how kids get sexualized and exploited and stuff.

[pushspacetocontinue]

"Maybe I could take up something like that," Travis joked.

"I'd say more of a delicate blend of psychology, biology and extreme violence," Antonio said, before he then allowed another unsettling smirk to creep his lips, "I think that would be just perfect, Lucien."

"You kids have fun now," Bill only said.

"Some of us have to be," Travis said, "For when some of us feel like being stupid."

"I did not mean to throw the soup on the street," Simon just said from where he was then.

"I was doing very well by myself," Travis replied, before he then got back to the topic at hand, "So yeah, we just want to see what kind of stuff we might be able to do."

"You are welcome, Erica," Leofric said, before he looked curious as Smokey seemed to want to look over his grimoire too, "I apologise. Perhaps when his curiosity is satisfied, he'll come back to you."

At least Russell wasn't going to have to hear the Twins trying to justify themselves again. Maybe when some interior design was decided, they could help fetch the furniture and other necessities. Hard to say right now.

"I, I know I, I experienced a, a couple of them for, for myself," Russell said. Cuffs for his wrists and another tool to keep his arms tied up so he couldn't fight back, "And, and they weren't, they weren't fun, at, at all."

Even now, he could only thank his lucky stars that Five had untied him and uncuffed his left wrist that first time.

"I can see why he would," Leofric said, "But it does pose its risks if he wouldn't be able to get it off and the flow of blood became too restricted."

Travis moved so he could also look at the tools, just so the Twins might have that extra incentive to look.

"Well, the ones for restraining might work well against Five and his little snow user," Travis said, "If we can get close enough that is. I know you had to get pretty close to Custard for the creep to use them on him. Simon actually saw that for himself."

"Impressive," Simon said, "I will admit that. Not that I was happy to see how it happened, but I can admit that it's impressive."

"Back to being spooky! My favorite hobby." At least the situation didn't seem to be wearing down Erica. She really didn't care what happened to those who hurt her friends.

"I don't want to do that– What's this Clockwork Orange shit? Let me go already!"

Of course, there was little that Ratchet could do while Willow was holding him down.

"What's the subject of this class? Biology?" the cyborg asked.

"It might as well be." Lucien replied, "Is there anything specific you'd like me to dig up? Perhaps his most inner fears that not even he is aware of?"

Rook quietly promised herself to later show the others what Willow had been referencing. In the meantime, she decided to go retrieve Ratchet's belongings so that they could go through them with the help of the Twins.

She had a feeling the two were going to make the job much easier, even if between all of them they would have the skills to weed out the more dangerous gadgets from the rest.

"I'm really good at that game, though." Erica shrugged and went ahead to retrieve Smokey, "Thanks, Leofric!"

She gently scooped up the kitten, but let him be when he phased through her hand and hopped on the counter. Smokey apparently wasn't done yet and curled up next to Leofric's grimoire, staring very intently at it.

The Twins didn't seem about to come up with more excuses and made their way over as Rook caught up with the rest of the group.

"Yes, he carries a fuckton of those."

"And he was always messing with something when he wasn't bothering Frosty or kissing Five's ass."

They didn't understand how half of that stuff worked, but they could probably point out some of it.

"Most of the stuff around his wrists is for restraining. They all open up and stretch like a freaking facehugger."

"Some of his rings do the same thing, but I think Five used one as a tourniquet once."

The two watched Rook empty a bucket on an empty on the counter, before motioning at them to go ahead. They weren't about to stick their hands in there for sure.

[danizmomota]

Five Meals, One Sitting.

Kirumi makes really good breakfast 😋

Extra: ⬇️⬇️

He fell into a Food coma. (Literally)

Everything was Inspired by this:

Kaito has quite the big appetite huh?

[i-reblog-everything44]

The fandom when Anya is nice to jimmy and compliments/butters him up after the crash: obviously this is a fawn response. She doesn’t actually think these things about jimmy, she is simply trying to protect herself against a volatile, unstable person by placating him

The fandom when curly tries to placate jimmy by telling Jimmy he’d fix things, after being very nervous about jimmy’s anger and reaction when talking to Anya right beforehand and his heart racing so hard on the way to confront jimmy that he’s likely on the verge of a panic or anxiety attack: hmm. Obviously everything curly is saying to jimmy here is completely genuine and not motivated by anything. He obviously doesn’t care about the fact jimmy raped Anya and only cares about helping jimmy at the detriment to Anya. He’s a rape apologist. There could literally be no other potential explanation for why curly is saying the things he is saying right now. Let’s take everything curly is saying here completely at face value and not analyze anything else about Curly’s behavior or the rest of the scene.

[seriously why are people only capable of recognizing the fawn response in Anya and not Curly]

[sledge-in-space]

John Seed is a comfort character for some people. Folks like to ship him with their deputies or craft redemption arcs for him.

There's nothing wrong with that, obviously.

But I just can't wrap my head around it.

There's nothing comforting about the way John Seed treated Joey Hudson. I don't understand why the ordeal she went through doesn't seem to matter to fans of his.

She was bait for the rookie deputy and nothing more, because she wasn't going to give in and join the cult.

He terrorized Joey and the rest of Fall's End, stooping to the lowest, most inhumane levels to get his way. Some even theorize that he hurt the "sinners" in his care just because he wanted to, for malicious, sadistic reasons that didn't have anything to do with the cult. At worst, some people go as far as to speculate that he raped Joey.

It's easy to see why someone might come to that conclusion. The way he acts is deplorable and he makes everything feel extremely personal, sometimes in ways that can be interpreted as sexually charged. He'll do anything in order to get his way because "no" is antithetical to him. He regularly flies off the handle, so much so that Joseph is threatening to cast him out. All the touching and getting right up in the player's face is so uncomfortable and obsessive (which is the point, but I digress).

So why does he get to be redeemed and venerated by fans? Don't his actions warrant consequences?

Are people willing to let him off the hook because he's attractive? Because he had a horrible, abusive childhood? Obviously he's got a lot more lore than most of the cast. Is that something people are interested in exploring for him over other characters?

I'm not trying to come after anyone personally. There's nothing wrong with liking villains and Jacob, Faith, and Joseph have also done terrible things to innocent people.

Which is like, fine. It's a video game.

And I know that John, like Joey, is a victim of Ubisoft's choppy, inconsistent writing and storytelling. Things got changed and swapped and cut during development that got us to where we are, with the story we have. Flaws and all, not like it was ever going to be perfect.

But in my opinion, I feel like the adoration for John does a huge disservice to Joey. People make thirsty edits of him while she's literally tied up behind him. It's tasteless and makes the optics of her situation look even creepier.

Her pain has largely been ignored for as long as the game has existed. I can't for the life of me figure out why.

[moreaujeans]

IM FREEEEEE

[unproduciblesmackdown]

also "textless" versions of these, wahooo

[aroaessidhe]

2024 reads / storygraph

The Jinn-Bot of Shantiport

set in a cyberpunk Calcutta-inspired city, loosely inspired by Aladdin

chaotic monkey bot who wants to fight in underground mecha/bot tournaments and leave to become a space hero

his human sister, the daughter of failed revolutionaries who has been working her whole life to free their city from oppression and inequality, especially with the recent rumors that their planet is scheduled for destruction

and an old unearthed bot whose function is to observe & record the story of a client who meets the siblings and quickly becomes involved in their lives

and a treasure hunt to find an old and powerful piece of alien tech that has the power to radically change their city

[perihel1on]

really really funny to post a whole long well-thought-out thing about how i no longer identify as plural then immediately get into a week long argument with myself(s) about whether that's true

[icewindandboringhorror]

Lineup of all of the characters that appear long enough to need a visual representation of them in the game lol

[youngpettyqueen]

I just wanna know what camp atmosphere was like after the events of Period of Adjustment

[blaithnne]

Oh btw depending on how season 3 goes there MIGHT be a hiatus in Plenism, in case I have to do rewrites lol