#BYE!!!!!! I KIND OF HATE YOU NOW BYE!!!!! and with that I can release my one-sided resentment and get on with my life

[4v4ia]

ALL I CAN TAKE || S. GOJO

⚠️nsfw content down below, read at your own risk.⚠️

“so we going till 4 in the morning”…—

the song “ali i can take” by JB has been played by the past week by you. in the car, in the house, in your airpods, wherever you go this song is surely to follow. satoru knows this song by heart already thanks to you, and as much as he hates to say it, it’s quite catchy.

just now, as he was balls deep in you for the third time, the first few beats of the brand new song that was just released started to play. his eyebrows twitched, and you noticed as soon as you did since you were already staring at his face. your hand was placed on his bare shoulder, grabbing it and stopping him from rocking back and fourth in you. “is something wrong?” you asked him.

he breathes deeply in. “why do you like this song?” he asked. you furrow your eyebrows, “it’s catchy. it’s justin bieber…, and it kind of sounds like a song that michael jackson would make.” you shrug. he chuckles lightly, “there’s gotta be more of a reason why you like this song so much “ he grunts, his dick touching all of your walls inside you. “sat-” you tried to respond, but he kept going at a pace you knew you’d lose it to. “there doesn’t-” you gasp, “need to be a reason.”

“oo baby, don’t it feel good? baby, don’t it feel nice?” satoru sang this line to you, your cheeks blushing. “ooo baby don’t it feel good? you don’t have to think twice, oh.” satoru smirked when he realized this was making you all flustered. “now you’re getting all shy on me?” he teased. “shut up. you’re amazing at everything and you singing that verse is doing things to me,” you pant.

figuring out you get all flustered and shy whenever he sings just a few lines, satoru makes a mental note to do a karaoke version of this song just so he doesn’t have to listen to justin’s voice for the millionth time.

a/n

uh idk what this was but this was my first ever gojo fic so 🧍‍♀️ it’s also like almost 3 in the morning when typing this so there might be some typos since my glasses were off… and the song that’s in this fic is also playing in my headphones so 😭

if you guys haven’t heard the song please listen to it 🙏 don’t dog on JB just because he’s basic and it’s JB- listen to it at least once and then you can go on and say the shit you all want… i’m also js writing this cause all my friends r hating that i listen to a basic artist and he sucks so 🧍‍♀️yeah angwags .., bye!!!!!

[jiniretracha]

ꕤ 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 '𝟐𝟒 - 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟐𝟓 ꕤ

Lee Minho x fem!reader: spanking

summary: Part two of Kinktober Day 1

warnings: smut, spanking, rubbing over clothes, minho being a little mean, teasing, unresolved sexual tension

word count: 1.5k

kinktober masterlist // masterlist // ko-fi

The aftermath was taking a toll on you. 

Did you regret having sex with him? No. It was good, you both had a great time and he, surprisingly, turned out to be a sweetheart afterwards.

Did you regret having sex with him under those circumstances? Yeah. Of course, absolutely. 

Even if you had feelings for him, because even if you liked it or not, the intimacy did make you feel giddy for some sort of reason, you still hated him deep down. Minho had treated you like shit for so long. 

Without an apparent reason… well, there was. According to him, it was just him wanting your attention. And it wasn’t that you didn’t believe him, it was complicated. 

“Y/N… Y/N!” you heard Hyunjin next to you, making you jump.

You gasped and turned around. “Hey… Hyunjin, what’s… what’s up?” you asked him with a nervous giggle. 

He smirked at you and then gave you a knowing look. “Who were you thinking about, hm?”

“No one!” you said quickly. 

And it was your mistake, the quickness of the answer that gave you away. 

Hyunjin let out a high pitched laugh and shook his head. “Tell me, come on” he insisted.

You rolled your eyes and let out a sigh. “Okay, can you promise me you won’t say anything? Like- this literally dies here. Please” you pleaded.

Hyunjin’s eyes widened and nodded. You knew he’d agree to anything at this point. He loved drama more than anything. 

“So… uh…”

Hyunjin arched an eyebrow. “Come on… spill!”

“IsleptwithMinho” you mumbled.

Hyunjin snorted. “Huh?” 

“I slept with Minho” you said again but in a whisper and Hyunjin let out a gasp, covering his mouth and your eyes widened, punching his shoulder. “You told me you’d keep quiet!”

“Sorry! Sorry!” he quickly apologized. “Oh my God, it’s huge!”

“I know” you rolled oyur eyes.

“And?” he asked with a smirk. “Are you guys finally dating?”

What? What did he mean by finally?

“Eh?” you asked, “What do you mean?”

“I mean like, that boy has had a crush on you since you started working here, Y/N” Hyunjin scoffed, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. 

You frowned. “Okay… uh, he told me he wanted my attention and that’s why he’s been treating me like shit. He never said that” you told him.

Hyunjin pressed his lips together. “Oh… I see” he mumbled, noticing he just spilled his best friend’s guts without wanting to. “You should uh… you should talk to him, Y/N” he told you.

“Yeah, and say what, Hyunjin?” you asked. “I don’t even know how to feel” 

“You don’t have a crush on him? Is that it?” Hyunjin asked you.

“It’s- it’s not that” you stammered, scratching your arm uncomfortably. 

“Then, you do have a crush on him” Hyunjin stated. It wasn’t a question.

You shrugged. “I mean, kind of? I don’t know!” you groaned, your head falling on Hyunjin’s chest and he laughed, wrapping his arms around you.

“It’s okay… that means you like him” he chuckled.

“If you say so” You mumbled into the fabric of his Versace hoodie.

You two didn’t hear the door of the studio open, and Minho walking in. His eyes were trained on his phone when he heard familiar voices, making him look up. 

He had to do a double take when he saw you wrapped up in Hyunjin’s arms, his nostrils flaring from the jealousy he was feeling. 

“What are you doing now?” Hyunjin asked you, releasing you from the hug. 

“I think I’m gonna go to my dorm. I’m so tired” you chuckled. 

“Sweet, I’ll walk you up there-”

“No need” Minho interfered and you two jumped, turning around as you saw him standing there, arms crossed over his chest. 

Hyunjin searched his friends eyes and let out a little smirk. “Okay, sparky” he chuckled. “I’ll see you later, Y/N”

You turned around and smiled at him. “Bye, Hyune”

You sighed when he was gone and turned to Minho.

“You didn’t need to scare him off like that” you said, turning your whole body to grab your stuff to flee from the studio far away from him and your feelings. 

Minho sighed and followed you out of the studio and into the elevator.

You glared at him when the doors closed. “Why are you following me?” you asked him angrily. 

He shrugged. “It seems we’re going in the same direction” he smirks at you.

You rolled your eyes and looked away. “Minho, what do you want?” you asked him, slumping against the wall of the elevator.

Minho stood staring at his shoes silently. “What were you talking about with Hyunjin?” he asked you in a mumble but you did hear what he had said.

You scoffed and shook your head. “You’re terrible” you whispered. 

The doors opened and you quickly walked down the hall with Minho following you. “Wait, Y/N, can we talk, please?” 

You rolled your eyes for the hundredth time that evening and reached your dorm, stabbing the keyhole with the key.

“Y/N, come on”

You walked inside your apartment and before you could shut the door, Minho put his hand on the door and walked inside the dorm, making you gasp. “Minho, I can report you for trespassing-”

“No, just hear me out”

You gave up and placed your bags on the floor. 

“What were you talking about with Hyunjin?” he asked. 

You covered your face with the palm  of your hands and let out a sigh. “Where is this coming from, Minho?” you asked him, dropping your hands by your side. “Is this because we were hugging? Is that it?” you asked him.

Minho stammered as he tried to answer you.

“Now I can’t hug men? Wow, what a possessive shit you are. We literally fucked once, I do not belong to you, Minho” you threw your words at him. 

Minho pressed his lips together. 

“If I want, I can go and fuck any other men I want. In fact! I’ll go ask Hyunjin if he’s available-”

Your words died on your throat when Minho grabbed your face, smashing his lips against yours. You wanted to resist him but you couldn’t, not when his lips were moving so sensually over yours and his tongue was caressing your bottom lip, asking for permission. 

You grasped onto his arms and he pressed a kiss on your lips before pulling away. 

“Don’t…”

You licked your lips and decided to tease him. “Don’t… huh?” you asked. “I don’t think he’d mind though”

You let out a gasp when Minho turned you around and pressed your front against the door, making it let out a loud thud. 

“Say that again?” he asked against your ear. 

“I think I’m gonna ask Hyunjin if he wants to fuck- AH!” you screamed when his hand came down to swat your ass violently over your shorts. 

He then grabbed the fabric covering your bum and pulled it down roughly to let it pool around your ankles. 

“Are you gonna ask Hyunjin if he wants to fuck you? Is that it?” he asked, slapping your ass again, even harder this time, letting your forehead slump against the door. He spanked you once again and your eyes rolled to the back of your head. “Hm?”

“N-no… I don’t want him” you said and then jumped when he slapped your ass again. 

“Who do you want?” he asked and you pressed your lips together. When he saw you weren’t answering, he slapped your ass again. “Answer me, you slut”

“You! You, I want you” you whimpered.

“Hmm… that’s right” Minho smirked against your cheek, placing a kiss there.

His hands went to your front, pressing his fingers on your clit over your panties. You moaned, letting your head lean against his shoulder. 

“You… belong to me, Jagiya” he whispered against your neck, licking a stripe over your ear. 

You nodded desperately and mewled as you felt him rub even harder.

“Hm? Is that right? You belong to me?” he asked, gripping one of your ass cheeks with his free hand. 

“Yeah…”

The hand grabbing your ass cheek released it and came to smack it with a loud slap. You jumped and then your eyes blinked open when you noticed he had pulled away from you.

He turned you around and pressed a kiss to your lips.

“Glad we understood each other, Jagi”

And then he was out of the door.

You stood there, eyes widened and slumped against the door. 

“What the fuck was that?”

── .✦

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[voidsuites]

VOIDSUITES 10K CELEBRATION !!! ⌢ ✨ .ᐟ

so… 10k! 10,000!!! ten thousand little people in the world are following me on c.ai right now and that’s a little crazy to comprehend… they do say to do something you’re passionate about and people will follow, but this is just beyond anything i could ever imagine… so what better way to celebrate than with giving back to you guys!

for my mutuals… my lovely, lovely mutuals, here is your time to shine! if you want to send in a request, you can either:

send me a song along with your chosen character + the kind of scenario you’re picturing for it

OR

choose a prompt below and send it to me with the character you want! (if they’re shit my bad guys. lo siento 😭)

please send these requests to me via an ask— that way i can keep track of them in one place. just make sure you send them off of anon so i know who’s sending what :)

these requests can be based on canon or in an alternate universe (ex. think my fantasy bot release)

any character/media i’ve done is fair game! if i haven’t done a specific character yet but it’s in one of my fandoms then still send it my way!

like anything else, yap to your heart’s content! yap yap yap away… i love details <3333 the more the merrier

i’m going to take 15 requests in total, and i’ll reblog this post once they’ve all been filled. anything sent in afterwards won’t be done for this specific release (but i may hold onto them for later... hehe)

all in all, i just really want to say for the millionth bajillionth time thank you so, so much for making this a welcome space for me to be creative and interact with you all! you’ve all been so sweet to me and i really can’t convey just how much that means to me. hoping to get some long-form content out soon (longer than 2048 characters at the very least LOL) so keep an eye out for that! thank you for sticking around and following because you love messy tennis players, chefs that crash out at any minor inconvenience, kids who ride bikes and fight demonic entities in the 80s, big loser men who have issues, pretty women who can do no wrong, or whatever else that’s drawn you to my account here and/or on c.ai. couldn’t be more grateful than i am right now... going to go hide in my cave for the time being but each and every one of you is so loved by me i’m kissing all of u on the forehead okay bye

PROMPTS !!! ⌢ ✨ .ᐟ

1) “five minutes. all i need is five minutes.” 2) “i don’t know how long i can keep doing this.” 3) “you can’t be serious.” 4) “they don’t know you— not like i do.” 5) “stay the night. please.” 6) “do you wanna get out of here?” 7) “keep it. it suits you.” 8) “why’re you looking at me like that?” 9) “let me help you with that.” 10) “i just need more time.” 11) “you’ve got quite the reputation.” 12) “stay out of my business.” 13) “i believe you.” 14) “i wish i could hate you.” 15) “can i come in?” 16) “i have so much i want to say to you.” 17) “come on, it can’t be that bad.” 18) “like what you see?” 19) “you said this time would be different.” 20) “it’s very rude to stare.”

[fromdove]

im so curious abt ur shifting experience! can u just like.. talk about it. like have you ever succeeded, is ur script all cute. anything, i wanna know.

OH my god i’m so glad you asked this, anon… you beautiful invisible angel… you glorious mystery being… i’m literally releasing a cloud of doves in your anonymous honour as we speak. they’re circling the sky. flapping dramatically. cooing your name. it’s a whole thing 🕊️🕊️🕊️💌

anyway. uh. anti-shifters? can you like. not. ☹️ go drink water or stare at the sun or something idk. just don’t be weird. if ur mean i will... block you...like instantly. no discussion. no appeals. bonk. banned. this is not a democracy. you do not have freedom of speech here. im the dictator and manager here. sorri ok bye <3

disclaimer warning sirens etc: i hate using the terms “cr” and “dr” 😭 they make my brain itch. but like. what else am i supposed to call them. also i dont know how to use some terms now.....because recently ive been reading so much on non dualism and stuff now im just like....confusion. i tried. i gave up. if i said anything wrong then correct me coz guys....im new to non dualism ok .... frown face. language is fake

OKAY so basically… i used to be completely unwell about scripting. fully. obsessed. i had an entire system. made my own CR script template too—super cute, all baby pinks and blues and beach-summer ahahahah. if anyone wants it lmk bc she’s still tucked safely away in the notion vault mwahaha

BUT nowadays??? i truly do not gaf. not writing all that. there are too many realities i wanna visit. too many ideas. too many lives calling my name. and honestly, my consciousness already knows what i want. i don’t need to give it a 47-page doc. i have stuff to do. like.... shift. LMAO

like YES i know you don’t have to script that much, but i love detail ok......? i love making it pretty and organized and and and. but the list of realities i wanna shift to is so long it’s laughable. it’s soul-deep. i can’t be writing a mini-biography for every version of me out there. it’s too much.

recent update: i’ve been moving away from full-on LOA (law of assumption) and into non-dualism, but i still dabble in LOA stuff. i’m not married to any one framework rn, just learning, testing things out. exploring. walk with me.

soooo i have this concept of a waiting room—like a base i’ll shift to. haven’t scripted it, (lol, theme of the day), because like i said, miss pure consciousness will do it for me because i dont care. buttttt i’ve got a clear-ish version in my head. a rough copy of it in my mind. it’s a central hub that links to all my drs. each reality has its own (huge cutesy) room. i walk through a door, im in the room, theres a portal, if i wanna go that reality i will enter the portal and boom: reality shift. clean. easy. the portal thing is kinda extra but i think its cute

the whole thing’s in this techy-modern disney princess castle. holograms and sparkle. very futuristic. in each room i’ll be able to see all my dr info—faceclaims, lore, backstory, whatever—floating around like glowing holographic tabs. and i can update them whenever i want....prob wont need to tho

some of these realities will be based on existing media, but a lot won’t. some will be entirely original, made by my consciousness from scratch. whole new lives, new people, new vibes. like made from scratch nara smith style (see why i said i cant script for all of them......like some dont even exist in any media here) . i honestly love that kind of freedom.

in the waiting room, i’ll always be 15 (bc i love this age + i am 15 rn), but in the DRs i’ll grow and age normally. the waiting room’s kind of like my “cr” if we must call it that (we mustn’t. but we do). it’s where i come back to.

and it’s not plain either. ofc its not. hello do u know me. it’s a castle. like a CASTLE castle. modern. big, cozy, cinematic. massive bedroom. cinema room. walls of books. every streaming service. and whenever i crave something to eat it just. shows up. logic doesn’t apply. doesnt exist. comfort does !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

so yeah. that’s kind of the rough idea for now. my consciousness will handle the rest tbh. i trust her. anyway. hope this made sense. bye. i’m gonna go eat now <3

[gradmacoco]

Not strong enough. | Gojo Satoru x fem!reader

chapter: one

summary: away from home and the chaos of it all, here you can finally let loss and be free, but what if here is just like there, but only worse. And worst of all, it's a guy fucking up your life.... how pathetic could your life get? summary: away from home and the chaos of it all, here you can finally let loss and be free, but what if here is just like there, but only worse. And worst of all, it's a guy fucking up your life.... how pathetic could your life get?

genre: MDNI, college au, angsty and maybe some fluff, fem reader, use of y/n, mention of past violence, drinking, cheating, divorced parents, reader has a younger brother, first daughter troop, Gojo being Gojo, future smut, reader in her head a lot she's been through enough staff give her a break, will add more tags as this progress.

a/n: WOW would you look at that, finally releasing this series^^. Please be nice, this is my first fic and I'll be making this into a series, yippie! I hope it's to your liking, yeah, I mean YOU!

N.B. found the pictures on Pinterest.

word count: mmm forgot to, please forgive me.....

Where should you even begin.......

You never really believed in love after your parents' divorce. call it whatever you want, but seeing the two people who were the representation of what love looks like hate each other, break each other's hearts, and in the process forget how everything they're doing is breaking not only them but you and your brother as well, broke you.

The fights were constant, the cheating got worse, the drinking increased, and in the midst of this all, both parents seemed to have forgotten the children. You had to step up at such a young age and be the mom and dad to your younger brother, and honestly, you tried with whatever a 12-year-old could do at that time, you tried shielding your brother from all those horrible fights and screaming fits, you tried, you really did.

But there was only so much one could do.

. IN THE PRESENT.

''College was the one place youth got to redeem themselves, start anew.'' is what your father said to you on the drive to your student residence. It was the week before classes would start, and your father insisted on driving you there because he wanted to spend 'some time with you'. Being in a 5-hour drive with the old men wasn't your idea of bonding or whatever this is. The guy was way too quiet and said weird dad jokes. OKEY!! The jokes were kind of funny, honestly, you don't know at this point, the men always had a way to make you laugh and cry and hate him and love him........

Ughhhhhhhhhh

Anyway! The point is things got awkward pretty quick, and the atmosphere was so tense you could cut it with a knife. But at the end of it all, you reached your destination and unloaded a batch of your bags, and the old men were generous enough and helped taking your bags up. Before he left, he gave you an awkward hug and...

''y/n, I know......you and me aren't as close as we used to be and the reason for that is me, but please......Please promise me you'll call me whenever you're having a hard time or anything at all, anytime of the day or night, I'll pick up...promise me, please?

This was new, and is he crying? Ooh god, what's wrong now? And what's with the promising him things, he's making this hard for you as always. Why couldn't he just say bye and leave, what's with the overly display of emotions?

What y/n wouldn't say is, what her father was asking from her is what she always wanted, she always wanted him to care, to show emotions, to hug her, but y/n made a wall so high around her emotions that no one could climb them nor break them down, not even she could escape from within them they were solid and unclimbable and that was that. So, she did what she thought she was good at and lied as always.

''......ok dad, I promise I will'' y/n said as she hugged him back, after that whole ordeal, father left and a whole lot of un-packing had to be done.

The week passed so quickly, it was already Monday, and guess what? You had at 7:30, who starts a class at 7:30 MAN? ooh and you know what's the funny part about this, you woke up at 10.......yeah 10! class ended two hours ago, and this was the first day THE FIRST DAY! You seriously need to fix your sleeping schedule you can't go on like this.

With that, you got up and hit the shower, got dressed, and headed to campus, you know that feeling when you go out in public, and the public is there? yep, that's how you feel right now.

''Ooh god, why did I leave my earpads? oh yeah, to interact with people, Pshh! what a joke, as if I'd do that. What was I even thinking?''

''huh? are you talking to me?"

"What? ooh no sorry, I was just.... I wasn't talking to you I'm so sorry about that"

''okey, but like why are you talking to yourself? that's kinda weird if you ask me, and it also kinda makes you look creepy''

''Well, I never asked in the first place, please excuse me''

You said, as you walked past him and headed to your statistics class, OK, maybe murmuring to yourself isn't the brightest idea out there because this blue-eyed freak was looking at you like you just murdered his pet or something, but damn! can't a woman think out loud or something?

You got to the lecture hall and settled for a seat in the middle, the safest choice, honestly, not too much at the back and not too much at the front, just right this way, maybe you won't get picked out or something. Being the center of attention is something you do not need this semester or the next or ever, this way it will cause you less stress and maybe you'll be less anxious.

Gojo's prov

''what the fuck....'' he said as you walked past him, damn where you really pissed by that? it was a damn joke, somebody should get that stick out of your ass, so uptight.

Gojo met up with his friends, Geto, Nanami, and Shoko. and as they talked about different topics, and someway somehow, he ended up bringing up the little interaction he had with you.

''yeah, and after that she just walked away, like come on man I try to be nice for a day and that happens, ughh! never again.''

''Satoru, you do realize you literally called her crazy right? maybe that's what pissed her off.'' said the raven-haired men.

''I'd get pissed too honesty, she's vailed.'' shoko charmed in as she took a drag of her cigarette and passed it on to Nanami. ''either way Satoru you can't expert everyone to be as cherry as you are and she's probably a freshman with how she reacted to you'' shoko added on to that.

''yahhh, makes sense but still, really Satoru?'' Geto asked Gojo because sometimes he wondered how Gojo's mind worked.

''I'd be pissed to, can you imagine seeing Gojo on your first day here'' Nanami added on to that while giving said men a glace and shivering at the thought.

''WHAT! NUMBER ONE, I DID NOT CALL HER CRAZY AND SHOKO WHAT THE HELL, SHE'S NOT VAILED FOR THAT'' Gojo said. ''AND ANYONE WOULD BE VERY PLESSED WITH SEEING THIS FACE FIRST THING IN THE MORNING MY BEAUTY IS UNMATCHED NANAM!!!''

Gojo was always throwing a fit over something as useless as whatever this was, but his friends were used to it. It was kind of the Gojo-package deal that came with him. It's either you get used to it or you don't, either way, he wouldn't change, that's just him.

''Anyway, I got to go, Utahime is waiting for me'' Shoko said as she got up from where she was sitting.

''utahime...why would she be waiting for you?'' Nanami asked as he heard Utahime's name, Nanami thought he was being slick about it, but Shoko could tell that he had a thing for her friend, and she finds it rather funny at how he always asks about her and how he acts around her, it kills her on how utahime hasn't sensed that Nanami has a HUGE crush on her but hey, that's none of her business.

''yeah, I'm meeting up with Uta and she's gonna introduce me to her new roommate, we're probably gonna sit around and do-nothing, bye guys!'' Shoko waved goodbye at the boys, headed straight to where Utahime said they'd meet up.

later on...

Your roommate Utahime got back from her classes with a friend she said she'd introduce you to. Shoko was her name and damn was she pretty.

''Shoko, this is y/n and y/n this is Shoko. I already kind of told you that her name, right? Anyway, yeah y/n is a first-year student,'' Utahime introduced the two girls to one another as she went to the kitchen to grab a couple of drinks for the three of them.

''yes, you did tell me, hey Shoko'' y/n said as she gave Shoko a hug'' it's nice to finally meet you.... you're pretty''

''Well, that's very nice of you, thanks, and it's very nice to meet you too, sorry I couldn't come on Saturday, had a killer headache thought I was gonna die''

Utahime got back from the kitchen and placed the beverages on the coffee table, as she sat on the floor crossing her legs.

''I bet you were out getting drunk with them huh? Shoko, you should really turn it down a notch before your liver gives out on you, you're literally studying medicine, how do you not know about this?'' Looks like Utahime isn't big on that huh.

''You're the last person to be telling me about that, you're the biggest drunk I know, Utahime'' oooh guess I was wrong about that.

''WHAT? I am not a drunk and I stopped drinking a long time ago, I'm cleansing my body, mind, and soul, I'm a changed person''

''ooh please, we both know that won't last at all. You do this every time the year starts, and you've only stopped for like what? four days only'' It looks like they've known each other for some time, that must be nice, I wonder if-

'' y/n....y/n hello! Did you hear what I asked you?'' what did Shoko say?

''no, what was it?''

''I was asking if you're a drinker or not? And what's wrong where's your mind at, girl?'' Shoko asked as she noticed that y/n was kind of daydreaming about something.

''OH, yeah, I do, and I was just thinking about...my dog kinda miss my boy you know'' aaaah there it is the lying, you weren't even thinking about your poor dog, but you couldn't tell her what it is you were exactly thinking of right?

''that's great! since uta has a thing going on, I hope you wouldn't mind coming with me for drinks, right?'' Shoko asked with a gleam in her eyes, hands pressed together as if she was begging you.

''totally, I'd like that, gives me the excuse of actually going somewhere'' you laughed awkwardly

''GREAT!''

Well, Shoko looks happy about that, maybe this will be a good thing. Who knows, you might make some friends.

Nah!

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[weirdmarioenemies]

Name: Crazy Cars

Debut: WarioWare, Inc.: Mega Microgame$!

I hate cars. Wretched contraptions! Wretched infrastructure! Far too dangerous for any average schmuck to have total control over. Thankfully, WarioWare has asked the question of "what if cars were sillyfunny instead? What if they were goofy? And what if they were trying to kill Wario and nobody else?". And they made a bunch of wacky cars! And now I will share them with you, using the updated sprites from Gold! Sorry it the wheel placements are a few pixels off. It's ok.

Shark Car is the main character of the funny cars! You've heard of shark faces painted onto warplanes to make them more intimidating (which is hilarious. If that intimidates someone then they would be fooled by a moth's eyespots) but this car is an entire shark, upon some wheels! A speeding car would be a very bad thing to be struck by, and potentially even worse if that car is a shark. Imagine such a high speed chomp! Jeepers! But also imagine it hits you with its nose and gets a little disoriented after you get sent flying. It was having so much fun driving its self!

Next is Hot Dog Car! Or maybe a different kind of sausage, because it's so girthy. What's so funny? Stop laughing! I didn't mean it like that! I would never say "penis" in one of these posts. This Fast Frank is very endearing to me for how it looks like a novelty car for a hot dog vendor to drive! You just know a hot dog vendor in Bikini Bottom would drive one of these babies.

My favorite of the original trio! Potato Car! This is the tallest of the three, but also the shortest in a width sense. For whatever reason, some cars get regular green wheels, while others get yellow wheels that squash and stretch like a cartoon. Potato is always a splendid and funny thing to see in any situation, including barreling down the road to kill you! Shark, Hot Dog, and Potato are an interesting trio. Shark and Hot Dog are both made of meat. Hot Dog and Potato are both basic foods. Shark and Potato both have a bunch of little dots (potato eyes, and ampullae of Lorenzini). And what do all three have in common? Wheels!

WarioWare Gold added three NEW funny cars! The first is Lightbulb, which is honestly the least interesting to me, so instead I will use this paragraph to say that the funny cars can be Tricky. Sometimes instead of just driving, they will jump! It is very hard to react to. But sometimes, the usual "Dodge!" prompt will be replaced with "Dodge?" and the car will suddenly stop, and then either reverse or stay still for the remainder of the time. I hope that if you thought these funny cars were simply being pushed from offscreen, you now believe that they have free will.

Teapot Car has a trick up its spout...! Sometimes, it will stop, but rather than reversing, its lid will open, and spit out a smaller teapot car! The previously discussed cars have all had tiny versions that can spawn, but Teapot Car is the only one that releases its baby into the world before our eyes. Maybe the others come out of funny car birth canals off screen. Tiny cars will just bounce of Wario if they touch him, giving this microgame quite a few unloseable variants! I don't care about the challenge, though, I care about the funny cars! And I've saved the best for last!

This is not just "Door Car". This one has been given a name, as it appears in the Wario Kard minigame as an opponent. This is Door to Nowhere! A door is already a pretty silly thing to be hurtling toward you dangerously. Just move to the side a bit. But are you forgetting about Door's Special Attack? Door can open! And this door can stop rolling, but then open, and release another car out of itself! I really love the concept of portable cartoon passages like this. I don't see it often, and the only other one that comes to mind is the portable hole teleport feature from ToonTown, but it is so whimsical!

That is all for this post! Good bye! *enters a door that then drives away*

[hiemalsborderland]

'25 GEN AIB and the controversy around SHIPPING.

If you've ever been in a fandom, which you certainly have if you're on tumblr, then you know that one of the biggest things that makes a fandom is shipping. Whether it be adored by the fandom, shut away in some locked up corner online, or frowned upon, almost every fandom has shipping. And Alice in Borderland is no stranger to the concept.

<> NOTICE : Nothing that I say in this post is meant to offend, harm, or attack anyone. This is simply an informational post sharing my opinion on current controversies in the fandom.

IT'S THE BASIC OUTCOME OF A FANDOM.. : Alice in Borderland has been around for almost 15 YEARS NOW. No matter how long ago you joined the fandom, whether you've been here since it's first manga release or since this year's borderland revival, if you may, on TikTok, you already know shipping is HUGE in this fandom. Which means an outrageous amount of stupid arguments over which characters are more compatible than others. Perhaps the most frustrating part of the new gen of AIB fans (I say this because I personally and most of those similar to me have been here for around 4 years) is the shipping. Now, don't take this the wrong way. I am all for shipping- if you already know me, then you would know that a large chunk of this account is based on an AIB ship. Shipping becomes a problem when people in the fandom begin arguing over which ship is better and full on attacking each other over it. I say this referring to the uprise of Chippei (Chishiya Shuntaro / Ippei Oki) and Nishiya (Niragi Suguru / Chishiya Shuntaro) and the new fandom's growing rivalry regarding these 2 ships. I have literally seen Chippei lovers tell Nishiya fans that they HATE THEM and even tell them to kms over them preferring Nishiya, or just for not liking Chippei. A portion of Nishiya shippers aren't saints either. This behavior is EXTREMELY immature. And it isn't only between these two, but it's mainly between these two. As a fandom we should respect each other, whether or not we agree with each other's opinions. Nishiya shippers who act immaturely back to the shippers who disagree whether they be Chippei, Chirisu, Niratatta, etc, make me feel ashamed to be a Nishiya shipper. WHAT SHOULD YOU DO IF YOU DISAGREE WITH A SHIP ? : : If you disagree with a ship you should simply scroll away. It's that simple. I personally have STRONG opinions towards Niratatta, but you will NEVER catch me telling someone who ships the two to do bad things to themselves or other kinds of hate speech. If you are in a conversation with someone who ships something different from you, you can simply say, "I personally don't ship them / don't agree with the ship, but it's a cool concept! I'm glad you enjoy it!" And go along with your day. It's THAT simple to be a normal human being and respectful member of your fandom, whether its Alice in Borderland or not. If someone is being disrespectful or crude towards you for your ship, don't reciprocate the behavior. Simply ignore them, and if they don't stop, block them. You should NEVER reply with rude remarks in return.

And, that concludes my rant. To anyone in this fandom, or any fandom for that matter, that already behaves in a respectful manner, props to you. Keep doing what you're doing !! You make your fandom a much better place when you treat others nicely :)) See you next rant !! Bye bye !

[reformedcoolgirl]

hi! could you write about reader meeting tom’s mom (stepfather too maybe?) and she loves her so much and she’s so happy that tom found the right girl?

ahh of course thats so cute !! thank you for the request love :) im so sorry its short also... :(

cherished moments

"what if she hates me!?" y/n fidgets with the laces of the shoes nervously as toms car became closer to the house, tom scoffs sarcasticlly and stops the car, unlocking the car door and quickly running to open y/ns.

the air filled with toms excitement and y/ns nerves as they approached his mothers home. stepping on the mattress,

y/n softly knocks on the door making it swing open, revealing his mom simone, her eyes instantly lighting up with joy.

"ah!, you must be the wonderful y/n Tom can't stop talking about!" she exclaimed, pulling you into a warm hug as toms cheeks slowly turn pink. meeting his stepfather, who wore a welcoming smile, added to the heartwarming atmosphere.

they let you and tom inside as you admired the house, the cozy, welcoming and warm home tom used to live in before you two moved in together. toms mother, a beacon of maternal warmth, couldnt contain her happiness.

"tom always said he'd find someone special, and here you are, dear. i can see why he's so charmed with you!" she squeals, taking you to the kitchen and sitting you on the couch next to her. "tom, go get your brother." she tells tom, he nods quickly walking upstairs. she fluttered her eyes as she stood up quickly, again, taking you by the hand,

"come, dear, let me show you something special." she pointed to a wall adorned with framed pictures capturing toms childhood and teenage years. each photograph told a story of a boy who grew into the remarkable man you now knew and loved.

as you two kept looking at the pictures of tom and his twin brother bill, with her explaining every picture and y/n listening, tom quickly comes back downstairs with his brother bill by his side, "hey! your the girl tom cant stop talking about!" bill slightly bounces and runs up to you, giving your a gentle hug,

y/n hugs him back gently, keeping a distance between their faces and giggles, tom rolling his eyes dramatically as everyone exposed him today, bill releases the hug and nods at you excitingly as their mother waits for her to show more pictures, y/n runs up to her, looking at the pictures in 2005,

"oh my god that would be amazing! tom! why not?" y/n smiles widely at his mom grabbing pictures from the counter, as if she was ready for this.

"mooom!" tom groans at his moms explaining and boredom, "what? look how cute you were!" his mom points at the pictures as y/n laughs softly, "Oh right! y/n! I have some spare pictures of younger tom if you would like to keep them?" his mom states, "mom! stop it!" tom whines,

as it became dark outside, toms mom puts the dishes away and clears her throat smiling kindly, "y/n meeting you was a pleasure and im glad tom found someone like you. your a sweet and pretty girl."

"of course, hes gonna be stuck with me forever mrs. kaulitz, don't worry." y/n smiles innocently making everyone laugh, "seriously y/n, we're glad tom found someone kind and caring, thank you for everything." his step-dad rants

"it was pleasure meeting you all, your son is a hübscher junge (handsome boy), all i need, thank you again." y/n smiles, hugging his mom and shaking hands with his dad again, "bye mom! bye gordon!" tom waves as they walk out the house,

"see, did they hate you?"

[captainnameless]

Helll again. I was the one who asked about Max’s feelings after Singapore.

While I do love a bit of stroppy bratty Max I also love the thought of him being okay with this weekend.

And if that’s how your Max feels I would love to hear more about that☺️

ok ok ok how about a bit of both

The heat’s disgusting in Singapore, while Daniel would love to be in the car, he doesn’t envy watching the drivers get out absolutely drenched in sweat, faces bright red and some look like they might pass out. He also doesn’t hate he doesn’t have to do media today, promised Max he’d be with him tonight so he finishes his duties at AT, says bye to Blake and makes his way over to Redbull, to Max’s driver room.

They arrive semi-similarly, Max on a much shorten media schedule now that he wasn’t top 3, and watches Max’s face sour while he tries to peel his race suit off.

There’s a disgruntled whine while he shakes his arm out in frustration. “Off!”

“Hey,” Daniel says gently. “Do you want me to help?”

“No.” Max grumbles, struggles bending his limb in what much be an uncomfortable position to try and get arm free.

Daniel watches on for a little bit, before deciding to intervene when Max’s groans of frustration appear to start to turn into a tantrum.

“Alright, I’m gonna he-”

“Noo-hooo!” Max whines again, he tries smacking at Daniel but doesn’t get very far considering both of his arms are restricted by the suit he’s got halfway off.

“Hey.” Daniel warns, using his good hand to tip Max’s chin up. “Wanna try that again?”

Max’s stubborn frown is impressive but he bites his lip before mumbling a “No.”

“Okay,” Daniel says, releasing Max’s chin. “Will you be gentle with me if I try to help you? I don’t want to hurt my hand.”

Max’s expression changes immediately, eyes going to Daniel’s hand before he catches his eyes again. He nods quietly.

“Alright,” Daniel hums, makes quick work off getting Max out of his race suit, piles it in the corner of the room for Brad to take back. “Go take a shower.” He suggest, gentle pushing Max to the cramped shower space in the room.

“I can shower at the hotel.” Max protests with a whine, squirming out of Daniel’s range.

“Max,” Daniel sighs. “Go on, it’s way too hot to wait for the hotel. You’ll feel better once you’ve showered.”

“No.” Max whines.

Daniel takes another breath, it’s way too hot to be going back and forth like this, so he walks around Max, shoves the sliding door open and grabs the showerhead.

“You can get in the shower or I’ll bring the shower to you.”

Max looks at him incredulously, Daniel has to bite back a laugh at the look on his face.

“You won’t.”

“One.”

“Daniel!” Max whines, but doesn’t push it further, peels the fireproof off on his way there and makes a show out of shoving the screen closed a little too hard.

Daniel waits on the small leather couch for Max to finish, lays a clean set of clothes out that Max easily slides into once he’s done.

He’s stood a couple feet away from Daniel kind of sheepishly and so Daniel past his lap. Max doesn’t need to be told twice.

“I’m sorry.” He mumbles into Daniel’s chest once he’s fitted their bodies together.

“That’s okay.” Daniel hums, scratching his fingers into the buzzed hair on Max’s neck. “I still love the brat, too.”

Daniel can feel the blush that spreads onto Max’s cheeks when Max presses his face into his chest with a whine. He laughs. “How you feeling?”

“Good.” Max mumbles, face reappearing to peak up at Daniel. “Yeah, good.”

Daniel smiles. “Yeah? You did so well, streak had to end someday.”

“I did do well.” Max nods, and Daniel might feel his heart explode with how proud he is at Max for acknowledging that.

“I maximized the car, that’s a win too.”

“It is.” Daniel nods.

[paintedcz]

So, I have a new VCCV list coming out soon.

I wrote it for a friend, and they’re releasing that bank soon, thus,,, a new list will become available.

I’ve legitimately no idea how compatible it is with the original VCCV list, or how it compares with the extensions many of you have made. So, you’ll have to figure that out on your own! Sorry!

I don’t have the will to make a new set of tutorials for it either, but there will at least be a cute little pdf with instructions. (A tiny part of my soul dies when you don’t follow the instructions.)

I apologize for dropping the original list and basically running away on you in 2015. That whole thing put me in quite a burnout. I’m talking like visiting the hospital a couple times kind of burnout.

I’m doing a whole lot better now, but I’ve mostly been refocusing on my health, artwork, Live2D, and a tiny bit of Vtubing recently.

Also, YES, you can use the list to sell your VCCV UTAU banks commercially. (The original terms of use has finally been updated.)

Listen, I’m tired and I hate the state that capitalism is in right now. I don’t like needing to have money to survive. So please don’t steal my work. Please credit me. Please make cool things that you love! And have some fun!

I’ll try my best to have more updates for you soon. Ok thanks bye!

[notsocheezy]

Brain Curd #127

Brain Curds are lightly edited flash fiction - practically first drafts - posted daily (haven't missed one yet!) and sometimes written with the express intention of being terrible… but, you know, in an endearing way. Please like and reblog if you enjoy - the notes keep me going!

He's gonna be Frank with you. Read the rest of The Frank Program here on Tumblr!

“Welcome back to The Frank Program. I’m Big Mike, your host for the day, since Frankie-boy couldn’t make it. But you won’t want to miss this episode, because our guest is rising pop-star icon, Rhonda Pope! Welcome to the program.”

“Thank you for having me, Mike.”

“On this show, we usually jump right into the questions, but I know you’re nervous, so let’s loosen up a little, shall we?” Mike pulled a bottle of whiskey from under the desk and set a couple shot glasses next to it on the table. He poured both of them and slid one over to Rhonda.

“Oh… uh… I don’t drink, actually.”

Mike had already downed his shot. “Oh well, more for me.” He took hers and threw it back. “Anyway, I’m relaxed now. The great thing about podcasting is no one can tell me what to do. It’s great. It’s like a vacation. Anyway… Let’s try an ice breaker: If you had to choose between Donald Trump, Joe Biden, and Kamala Harris, who would you fuck, marry, and kill?”

“I do not feel comfortable answering that question.”

“Yeah, ha ha ha,” Big Mike giggled. “I don’t blame you. Actually I wrote that question down a few weeks ago, it’s got nothing to do with recent events.” He held up his hands. “Okay? It’s a perfectly normal edgy kind of question.”

Rhonda sat in quiet discomfort.

“The internet is gonna have a field day with this. They hate me. They all hate me because I’m not afraid to tell it like it is.” Mike remembered what he was supposed to be doing. “Sorry about that, let’s get back to you. What’s it like finally catching your big break, years after the release of your first single?”

“It’s amazing, actually. I’ve always just, mostly tried to make sure I was making something I like, something I want to listen to, because I think as an artist you need to start from a personal place. So yeah, I stand by all of my previous releases even if they didn’t get the same attention as Bi-Bye Bitch. And I think my new fans are diving into my singles from last year, and even earlier, and they’re finding more of what they love about that song, but still unique. It’s a beautiful thing.”

“I can tell you that for me, personally, I’ve had Cigarette Burn stuck in my head every minute since I heard it. It’s exceptionally catchy.”

“Thank you. I -”

“Like, no, no, no, listen. It’s too catchy. I can’t get it out of my head, it’s driving me off the edge.”

“I’m… sorry?”

“You’re good.”

“Thanks. Uh…”

“Is it true that your record label dropped you last year?”

“It is, yeah. I had to get a job as a waitress to make ends meet.”

“Their loss, huh?”

“Yeah, I think indie pop really is the way of the future. My label never knew what to do with my music, you know? They couldn’t decide if it was for the gays or the girlies, but it was always for the gay girlies, you know what I mean? It’s that intersection.”

“Is there still a place in the pop world for megahits and superstars?”

“I guess so? But it’s never going to be like it was when I was a kid. Everyone knew the top forty because it was on the radio, and people were listening. Every year had its signature biggest song, but now? Monoculture is dead. Pop culture is dead. Nothing gets that big anymore. Everything is regional and demographical and, like, calculated to appeal to the most people and they still can’t do it. I’m lucky, you know? Because I’m getting popular enough to be self-sustaining, but I don’t have all the overhead the labels do. They spend more than anything else on marketing.”

“That’s old media for you. Do you see them sticking around?”

“I don’t think anyone really knows what’ll happen.”

Just then, the door to the studio slammed open, and Frank walked in with his arm over Daryl’s shoulder. “We… are… BACK!”

Mike furrowed his brow. “We. Are. Recording!”

“Get outta my seat, Michael. Shoo.”

Mike groaned and moved to the next seat over. Frank adjusted his microphone as Daryl returned to the dusty chair in the corner.

“It’s getting really crowded…” Rhonda shrank in her seat.

“Well too bad, darlin’. If you don’t like it, head on out.”

“Hey!” Mike punched Frank’s shoulder. “Do you know how hard it was to get her to come on the show?”

“I don’t know a damn thing about this girl, Mikey. Can’t imagine I care. Nothing you can say to me can ruin my mood. I got my boy back!”

“Wow,” Rhonda said half-heartedly. “Congrats! I think I’m gonna head home, actually… yeah.” She got up, grabbed her purse, and walked out before anyone could stop her.

Mike’s jaw hung open. “Why? Why, Frank? Why couldn’t you just stay home today?”

“Because it’s my show.”

“But you have no idea what you’re even doing!”

“I don’t need to. All that matters is family and making something I’m proud of.”

“What the fuck are you talking about, man? Ugh, forget it.” Mike threw down his headphones and stormed out of the studio.

“Well’n, I guess that’s all for today’s episode of The Frank Program. Thank you all for letting me be Frank with you. See you next time.”

[whatamidoinghere777]

Maleficent 3 has been released so HERE IS MY OPINION ON BOTH MALEFICENT MOVIES

Maleficent: AASAAGGGGGHBHH YOU PERFECT ANGEL YOU BEAUTIFUL PIECE OF WORK MWAH MWHA I LOVE YOU.

Maleficent Mistress of Evil: *distant cry and sobbing* AURORA YOU USELESS PIECE OF SCUM WHY ON GODS GREEN EARTH WPUKD PICK PHILIPS PARENTS OVER YOUR OWN MOTHER MALEFICENT?? when aurora was visiting philips crusty father (I forget his name, and I'm proud of it) and maleficent told aurora to leave with her, AND SHE REFUSED????????????? WHAT?!?!?@?!!? YOU DONT UNDERSTAND THE RAGE I FEEL. AURORA. This woman found you in the forest as a baby. She made sure you were safe from the dangers. Her birb servant played games with you. Then she showed you the beautiful and magical moors, AND MADE YOU THE DAMN QUEEN. Then this nasty crusty dusty ugly disgraceful worthless boi Philip pulls up, and you fall for him. (I would never do that but u do u ig.) And then you MARRY him. (still a horrible move but I can still undterstand it.) And then you want to get maleficent involved and you KNOW how she feels about humans. (....your really toeing the line here.) And you give her some material to cover to horns to 'make everyone more comfortable' WHEN HER HORNS ARE THE MOST BEAUTIFUL PART OF HER AND SHOULD NEVER IN A MILLION YEARS BE COVERED UP. Then your at a lame dinner party party that DISGUSTING HAG OF A QUEEN says she considers aurora to be her daughter. EXCUSE YOU?????? DOES SHE NOT ALREADY HAVE THE MOST AMAZING BEAUTIFUL WONDERFUL DROP DEAD GORFEOUS MOTHER ON THE PLANET??? And aurora doesnt even say anything!! Then, maleficent rightfully gets angry. (how would YOU feel if your beloved daughter, the one person who doesn't fear you or despise you just up and accepts another mother, who by the way, you HATE??) And then, like the queen she is, maleficents curses philips father. OH WAIT???? WHATS THIS??? MALEFICENT NEVER TOUCHED THE KIND, AND IT WAS PHILIPS WRINKELY HAG KF A MOTHER WHO KILLED HER HUSBAND BC OF SOME UNSOLVED FAMILY ISSUES OR SOMETHING??? AND THEN AURORA HAS THE AUDACITY TO BLAME HER WONDERFUL GOOD KIND INNOCENT MOTHER.FOR SOMETHKNG SHE NEVER DID????????? AURORA YOU ARE ABSOLUTELY HOPELESS AND DESPICABLE. I actually cannot stand the movie past here. and then as malefocent is flying home after losing her daughter and being wrongly accused SOME RANDOM PEASANT WOMAN SHOOTS HER?????????????? ?????????????? WHAT DID SHE DO!?!?!?!?@?@?@? FOR THE LOVE OF GOD GIVE HER A BREAK. okay I'm just gonna stop here now 😭 all in all AURORA IS A NASTY DISGUSTING HORRIBLE CRUSTY DUSTY PICK ME TRAITOR AND I DONT LIKE HER. ok bye :)

[valentinos-corner]

Hiii Valentino!! Oooo the good kind of tired is certainly preferable, holy moly a whole hour :00 That's impressive, what was the paper-cardboard for if I may ask :3?

Yippieee I'm soso glad it was good :DD!!

Mine was good as well!! Some of my family went out to eat for breakfast at a mom-and-pops-esque restaurant, so that was super fun and delicious, and then from 5:30 to 9:45 was an end-of-the-year event my school hosted! 'twas a jolly good time, and I think everyone enjoyed themselves greatly :> so yea! I'm gonna have to empathise with you on the good kind of tired, I'm so ready to get in bed and read a little XD

Yeahh, but I'm sure it'll turn out well :> Thank youuu!! I'll be sure to let you know how opening night goes :D

Also!! You may have already seen, but cat has arrived (albeit a little late XD)!! She's quite the diva, and as much as I'd like to say that she'd enjoy hanging out with your cats, she weirdly does not like other cats XD So yeah, I'd hang out with your cats in honorary place of her lol ^^ (/silly)

Also! I was curious, since I've got a water bottle of my own, do you have a water bottle that you use pretty regularly? 'cause I know it can be pretty 50-50 with people whether or not they have a stapled water bottle, so I'm curious :> (/nf ofc ^^)

Alrighty, alas it seems I've run the tank of things to its place tonight yet again, but nonetheless I'm so glad to have chatted with you and I'm so glad your day went well!! I shall have to be off now, but I hope you have a wonderful sleep tonight, and that you have a great Friday :D Sleep well, stay safe, and goodnight!! Bye for now!!

uhhhh vet science made a bunch of slideshows and printed out the slides but they were too lazy to glue them to the stands (<the cardboard) themselves soooo they made yearbook do it

heh- gizmo loves people, squeak HATES them. so if You're gonna talk to my cats, talk to the lil round gal with the white belly

no, not really, if I'm in like a public place I'll just use a water fountain or somethin

ummm here's a good one, favorite indie media? can be anything, music, show, game, etc.

I gotta say Hollow Knight but there's so many cool indie animation trailers coming out recently

like there's one called Talon that released like. a few days ago, I think? on youtube that's pretty much just what if ATLA met Land Before Time and I think that's sick as hell

[amaryllis-sagitta]

My first impression was very ambiguous, I remember going into the romance scene in EA and saying to myself "boooy that's like 3 red flags in one, k bye" and wanting to never try with him again. I was worried they would try to write him as very dark, egotistical and manipulative by default, and I was fully ready not to vibe with that character at all. Thankfully, my short-term & autobiographic memory dysfunction made me completely forget that impression, and on release I was already pre-warned that this is going somewhere else than I assumed, so I could stay open minded.

But these red flags of him being very calculating in his approach, pretty mean despite an ostensibly flirtatious/ friendly intention, telling many honeyed words without a trace of passion behind them, and making the entire process sound like it's about his satisfaction and safety, are still there on release, and the Ascension amps them up.

This is why the Act 2 moments pack such a punch in terms of Astarion showing vulnerability and sincere intentions (even if he kinda hates them about himself at the time), which re-contextualizes all the buffoonery and malice he has shown before. If you were distrustful of him in Act 1, then from your perspective this is a choice to be fair and principled instead of using him as a tool (there are no disapproving reactions if you give your own blood to Araj), or just unwittingly, reactively returning the snide, malicious treatment that he's giving everyone. But if you've already woobified him, you'll end up woobifying him even more after that, because now he seems to be the poor little meow meow who needs the MC to stand up for him etc.

Even to this day, I say to myself: thank goodness this is fictional guy, because in real life I wouldn't have had the the skill to protect myself emotionally, or the patience to put up with a person like that on a daily basis. He would be kinda entertaining to me for exactly 30 minutes and then rapidly go into the "Don't Touch With a 10 Foot Pole, Only Speak When Absolutely Necessary" territory. I've had coworkers like that and in my experience, having someone Like That around when you have your own CPTSD is exhausting because they're fake, they're unsafe, their sass gets abrasive pretty quickly because of how obvious the posturing is, so they activate all the hypervigilance and people reading instincts that are very unnecessary in most circumstances. News flash, challenging people is hard if you were constantly judged and intimidated. Thankfully, I can challenge characters in games and save scum if I feel I've been too mean. Anyway.

Feels like the worst parts of the Astarion discourse are constantly at tension between infantilizing woobification and absolutely unhinged femme thirst that rides on the train of the initial marketing scheme for Astarion (like hello, Onlyfangs was fully intended as a lie to crumble in your face, and yet so many people haven't gotten past that phase in Astarion's reception). It a) hasn't been properly problematized for what it is and b) has proven to breach the boundaries of Astarion's fictitious reality just like the hate commonly addressed at creators tends to in the Internet spaces.

Both these attitudes are a result of cherry picking and a sort of confirmation bias (not in a scientific sense but in a sense of already having a complete "correct" reading of a narrative before you're finished and not allowing any textual evidence to change it), one is dangerously out of touch with the parasocial nature of gaming fandoms and the sheer force of impact that an Internet mob's opinion can have on someone's mental health if they have to face a barrage of a certain kind of takes. It is about some specific misconceptions about trauma survivors that only serve the healthy people to feel very helpful and very good about themselves, but also a part of a wider tendency where people treat the interpretation of any text of culture like a singular act of consumption that gives you the Correct Key Answer to use in a potential debate, not a proper circular methodology where you constantly agree to acquire new information, have your mind changed, your expectations subverted, where you agree to learn something and make self-discoveries through the classic esthetic shock. This wider tendency leads to all sorts of internet wank, not just in this specific case. Long story short, the fandom needs to get over their ick over fucking Aristotle and read about the parts of the process that necessarily precede catharsis.

NGL, looking at the state of the fandom it looks like Larian aimed a little too high with the kind of esthetic shock wave they wanted to send to Astarion's target audience. Whoever understands, understands it too well, and the collective of these inquisitive, understanding fans is likely to read into more layers of meaning and identification than the authors intended, and that's valid. But most people who need to be taught the lesson will not allow themselves to be shocked and challenged by a deeper literary take like that, because the openness to a classic esthetic experience isn't there.

the weirdest thing about the general astarion discourse in the bg3 fandom is that he does actually suck. and astarion fans seem to forget this all the time but he sucks ass. he’s a shitty guy. he’s lame and a loser and rude and kind of stupid and a bad person if you let him get away with it. that’s why i like him.

maybe it’s the blorbo glasses that make people forget about it or maybe it’s the infantilization of grown adults who’ve been traumatized but i see so much fighting about him that boils down to “he’s a shitty person!”/“no he isn’t, he was tortured for 200 years!”. and the answer is that he was a shitty person, got beaten half to death, and then got tortured for 200 years. he sucks and is also a victim. can we fight about something more interesting please.

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You don’t realize how much of a workaholic you are and how difficult of a time you have relaxing until you go on vacation

Like goddamn, i have mental issues

I can’t just sleep in like a normal person, there is literally 3 people awake on this island right now and two of them are people who are having to set up shop and work- and the other is an old guy taking a brisk walk on the beach.

But yeah, i wake up at 5am and shoot of bed, walk around the island with nothing to do, and there is literally no one awake. It felt good for 15 minutes but then i lost interest, mainly due to loneliness? And so i just started hanging up my clothes and trying not to have circular thoughts that will make me worse (as if i have any control at this point)

Ruminating about the future, ruminating about my own happiness, ruminating about things i don’t like about myself and my uncertainties and insecurities

You’d think goddamn just take a Xanax or Ativan or whatever the fuck and chill out and shut up right but nothing makes my head truly go silent

I wanted to say good bye to my obsessions but i said good bye to my obsessions 80 times in my head, 180 times maybe, maybe 900 times, i couldn’t stop saying it to myself because i want to say good bye to my obsessions

But i can’t stop, as it feels intangible out of reach something to do just for the sake of doing it, I’m always seeking, despite trying my best to fill myself up with gratitude and contentment and blah blah blah

It just never ceases, hypo manic energy almost overtakes me, and no one else seems to understand why i seem so un calm

I can’t stop, so i do things that no one else does. And pride myself on, the external validation of my own perfectionism and productivity like it’s a drug i get high off of or need to survive

Meanwhile in the background there is this burning self hatred and pointlessness, and feelings of isolation, and being trapped

Like a wounded child, and a wild animal in a cage biting to get out and scream, and tear into the flesh of those who deserve to be torn apart

Simply because i felt like it, and want to destroy and control whats inside of me but i can’t, so i lose myself to these waves of mentally ill thoughts and manic rage lashing out at everyone

While i psychotically hang my clothes perfectly in a row, everything is perfectly fine, all the time….

In my little world, all alone…. Nothing could cure this kind of emptiness and discontent

It’s the loudest when i go to places like this, because i really have no one and nothing else around to blame but myself, or the things greater than me which i don’t understand and could be figments of someone else’s imagination for all i know

What do i know, i know nothing, i rely on feeling and reaction, and trust none of it, as I flim and flam about no where to the next no where for no real reason

It all gets so boring sometimes, i can hardly come up with something i care to entertain, saving the world or watching it burn neither is satisfying,

I simply, don’t care, and i think oh, maybe if someone else cares maybe if someone else loves me maybe if i belong to something …. But i don’t connect. Despite claiming its all i want, i run from that the most of anything

I am tied up inside endless conundrums and unsolvable riddles that make no sense, lose ends that never meet, a maze you can never escape

The only hope I have is feeling of catharsis and relief, whether its from, losing consciousness, a shameful amount of sleep- drug induced, or overdosing

I had the best intentions but there is so much pain i carry around, and shame, and insecurity, its hard to let go of it all so easily…. And not care what other people think,

So i turn to poetry and music for release, and a few other things not as satisfying- my dopamine deprived brain, broken from the inside, i want a perfect body

They judge me, and say how could she be so selfish

I hate it too. I hate it too, but i can’t make it stop, i can’t fix myself, i need help.

Most people tell me to shut up and everything will be fine. It never really is though, i don’t know when it ever will be so i gave up waiting for the feeling and accepted the brutal fact of my experience here in life

Unfortunately isn’t the happiest experience, despite having everything you could of ever wanted.

And everybody hates me because I’m Gay. Narcissist…. Deluded, insane, psychotic, obsessive, neurotic,…. I have no character, no backbone, no work ethic, no cares. I am amoral, depraved, baseless, empty inside.

Drowning in a river of my very own device….. happiness is my own self destruction and demise

So at least it’s the path of least resistance, with least collateral damage, remove myself from the equation, quietly, slowly,

Floating down the river, giving up, suicide.

The only other choice i have is to hold onto hoping, despite all odds not being the best, bravely facing death, a martyr to what, my own ignorance

I can’t get past my own self, much less, ascend beyond that,

I wish i could, as if that would, fantastically heal the raw reality and aching wounds, festering with maggots that rot in my very core, my soul, and my most vulnerable, private places,

You, put them there, i blame you and take out fire on you with branded steel steering on your skin

Hating all men

I should know better than this, but its hard to pretend you can always control all your emotions

Wipe them out like they aren’t there, take a pill and pretend to be happy like everyone else, smile for the cameras

Don’t be such, a drag, get up and light someone else’s path, get off your knees

Feed the begging man, ask god for forgiveness as he strikes you down and plagues you, a leper with decaying skin, painful diseases, and sicknesses

Leaving you to rot like filth on the scum soaked sidewalks like the vermin you are

Worthless beguiled rotten …. You turned all of gods golden light inside your innocent baby body

And made a mockery of him. So he strikes me down, again, and again, and again. Flogging us senseless.

And i still hope for redemption. Purity, forgiveness. As if i can ever quit. My mind a dirty dumpster dive of imperfection and sin.

I’ll never be good enough for him……

[lunar-ensemble]

Nocturne (18+) Version 0.1.2.1 update

https://ivatox.itch.io/nocturne/devlog/625501/chapter-one-part-two-is-live

Hi there, everyone! Long time no see! Sorry it's been taking so long to release updates. Unfortunately, this update isn't as long or content-packed as I would like it to be. I had stated in a previous Dev Log that I would be breaking the bigger Update I had originally planned into smaller sections, allowing me to make more updates and only have to parse a smaller chunk of content at a time.

This update came a little later than I had originally planned, but it's here nevertheless. Hopefully, the next update should come out at most during January.

Anyways! About this update! I have implemented a chapter select! If you end up losing your save due to Ren'Py (or likely Avi) tomfoolery, you should be able to go back to a relatively close area of where you last left off.

(While we're on the topic of tomfoolery, if you are unable to update your game, uninstall it and install the update as a fresh installation. Sorry, for the inconvenience this causes... I will try to make an update to the chapter select so you can access your unlockables after Chapter Selecting)

With this fresh update comes seven new characters! Since I was a little crunched for time, I had to leave all of their portraits as static sketches. While you do get a rough idea of what each character looks like, I was unable to draw and code any emotes for them. So for now, pretend you're playing MegaMan Battle Network/Star Force and continue through the story like that...

Speaking of portraits... my style changed. Again. Meaning I am going to have to redraw Oak and Cypress' portraits. Again. They're not in the next few updates, so I won't focus on them for now. I'm thinking I could complete one character's set of portraits per upcoming update...

I also completely overhauled the music! And by completely overhauled, I mean I converted each mp3 file to ogg. I did, however, implement a new song! There should be a second, but I kind of rushed it and I hate it so please don't listen to it. To make up for this, I allowed a sneak peak of two upcoming songs! I hope you like them!

Most importantly, I've added twenty GDocs-Pages worth of content for you all to enjoy! Hope you like it!

Finally, I made some small changes. First, I changed the soundfile of Mori's horrific singing to make it sound more discordant and out-of-tune. I apologize for your ears. Secondly, I changed some stuff on the menu! The about page now contains links to my socials! I also changed the "accent" text color so the title doesn't blend into the flowers on the main menu. Finally, I changed out two of the Easter Eggs from the phone scene!

And that's it for all the changes in this update! In the next update which should come no later than January, I will add in twenty more Gdoc Pages worth of content, one new song, and one character's portraits completed. I also wish to start implementing my own backgrounds instead of use stock images, but we'll see.

Bye for now! Stay safe as you walk through the night, ok? Maybe it's good to be a little Fearful in those situations...