#Because what if the person thinks I'm just spamming reactions and not actually responding??

[paragraphcommenter]

I need people to understand i am not ignoring them on purpose (╥﹏╥)

I just give myself a little time to mentally prepare opening the text/message

Because opening them feels like jumping off a cliff

when really or should be more like ripping off a bandaid

The issue is that sometimes i give myself tooo much time and I wind up doom scrolling

And suddenly it's been an hour ( or a day ) since I've received said message

[seeingteacupsindragons]

hi, im the person whos sent you those rude asks trying to get a reaction, but after thinking about it, id like to apologise for my behaviour. i realise now how immature and ridiculous it was, and that i was just trying to get negative attention because i was bored and too miserable to be able to have any better form of interaction with anyone. but whatever immature reason, i know taking out my personal issues on a stranger i found mildy annoying is really bad behaviour and i shouldnt have done it. im really sorry if i caused any genuine offence when i criticised your writing of which i know nothing about, and im sorry for all those rude and immature and completely random asks i kept spamming you with just because i was bored. it wasnt personal or anything it was sort of random and i dont even know why i did it, it sounds nuts when i think about it. ill stop doing all this rubbish and leave you alone from now on, i wont even do it to anyone else. i just wanted to say that i recognise now that im in the wrong and was acting really rubbishly

Anon...

Honestly, it became apparent almost immediately that you were trying to goad me into giving you attention because you weren't getting any and you were likely jealous I have figured out how to get attention, and...honestly...

That made it easier to keep ignoring you. Because it was so incredibly apparent that what you were doing was entirely about you being upset and jealous and not having the emotional maturity to admit that or do anything productive about it. It wasn't interesting, or relevant to me.

I've never sent anonymous hate mail to anyone (or signed hate mail), but I definitely had a lot of very unstable years where I reacted very badly in social interactions and behaved honestly embarrassingly for the same reasons. You said that you find actually admitting things and liking attention is embarrassing...but I would rather be embarrassed by that than embarrassed about lying to myself.

It's social media! We all want interaction and attention!

But the thing is, making friends and getting attention is often rooted in being positive and loving and affectionate about things. I have so many followers on here because I talk about the things they love with ardent passion. I had a huge surge of followers recently for making a positivity post for original fiction writers encouraging people.

One of your first messages to me told me I don't respond to hate mail "normally" because I actually express genuine hurt when people are mean to me. But that is a normal human reaction. And you know that. I have always been a very open, genuine, and earnest person, so I cannot relate to wrapping yourself in hate, but I spent many years wrapped in anger and jealousy, and the thing that got me out of it was therapy.

Seriously. Therapy, and psychiatric medication. Because my personal brain chemistry means I need that.

And I encourage you to also seek out some kind of professional medical help, because you seem so genuinely miserable and directionless in your life that you need help finding a direction to pursue.

So I genuinely hope you do do that and it helps make you a happier person who hopefully doesn't go into social spaces intentionally poisoning things and making other people miserable because you are miserable. That's what you're doing right now.

But you can also choose to make social spaces more heartfelt and welcoming and warm and kind by adding that to the environment instead. It's a lot of work, sometimes, but it's worth it to me and to people in general.

And you did still hurt my feelings, even though I knew it had nothing to do with me. That's the cost of how you're behaving: you hurt people, and they don't like you very much or want to interact with you, and then you end up lonely and ignored because you're not acting like the kind of person anyone wants to pay attention to.

I'm glad my inbox will return to normal. I hope you find a great hobby that has absolutely nothing to do with me whatsoever.

[whataperfectwasteoftime]

Kinktober Day 8̶ 7 - Fisting

Pairing: Dave York x wife f!Reader

Rating: E (explicit smut 18+ only!)

Word Count: 3.1k

Warnings: ……fisting. Also: mentions of watching porn, passing mentions of other kinks, use of restraints, Dave’s filthy mouth, degradation, PIV sex, rough sex, spanking, soft!Dave

Summary: You and your husband share a Pornhub account to share inspiration with each other. You also have your own, personal account where you can explore the kinks you’re too embarrassed to bring up to Dave. You must have been on the wrong account when you were taking a little “alone time” last night…

A/N: I AM POSTING THIS A DAY EARLY BECAUSE I'M GOING ON VACATION TOMORROW AND I SELFISHLY WANT TO SEE THE REACTION BEFORE I GO! THANK YOU to @leslie-lyman, @honestly-shite, and @pedropascalx for being my sounding boards for ALL of Kinktober, AKA letting me spam them with screenshots every couple of hours for the past two weeks. Credit for the concept of Dave mocking you by saying his own name goes to @ezrasbirdie, whose fic rare might have ruined my life. Thank you to @absurdthirst for the amazing Prompt List!!

Masterlist | Kinktober Masterlist

It was just a matter of time.

A matter of time before you fucked up.

It's too easy, really–you have two separate accounts for the same website. It was a matter of time before you used the wrong one.

It's simple: you and your husband, Dave York, share a Pornhub account–to share videos as inspiration, to explore kinks, to watch together when Dave is pulled away for a work trip, as he often is. You also have your own account, where you can indulge in things that are a bit more niche, videos and kinks that you might not want to reenact in real life, but still really turn you on when you watch them solo. You’ve never shared them with Dave; you feel self-conscious over some of your darker tastes, not knowing what your husband would think if he knew some of the things that you watch out of sheer curiosity. 

You must have been on the wrong account last night when you were taking a little “alone time” with one such video and your vibrator.

All Dave had done was to send you a screenshot via text of the offending video in your ‘liked’ page the next day while you were both at work. No accompanying words, nothing. You don't respond, too flustered and embarrassed to acknowledge your slip-up while in the office, trying to focus on your job and not the fact that Dave knows exactly what you were doing last night while he was working late. 

That evening, you walk in the door with your heart in your throat. Dave is at the sink, loading the dishwasher, when he turns and fixes you with a look that is equal parts amused and challenging. 

You know what the first words out of his mouth are going to be before he says them.

“Extreme… fisting… compilation…” Dave murmurs, letting each word hang in the air before he moves onto the next.

“Dave, I–”

“I didn’t know you were into that,” he says quietly.

“I don’t know if I’m into it–”

“You don’t know?” Dave parrots, pouting his lips mockingly. “You must like it a little, considering you touched yourself to it last night,” he muses. “How many times did you cum?”

“How do you know I was–”

“How. Many. Times,” he repeats, lowering his voice and moving close to you to speak the question directly in your ear while you feel the heat of his body against your chest. His breath on your neck is causing goosebumps to prickle your skin. 

"Th-three," you breathe, voice wavering. 

"Three…" Dave muses, pretending to think. "I think you might like it."

"I-I like to watch it," you protest. "I don't know if I'd like to actually–" you trail off.

"There's only one way to find out," Dave rumbles. "And what a coincidence–you're going to find out tonight."

Dave's lips finally meet your skin for the first time that night in a tantalizingly soft brush to your neck, contrasting starkly to his words.

"Dave," you whisper, your neck instinctively craving up to allow him more space, leaning into him as you have done for years in his embrace. 

"Shhh," he hushes, in an imitation of being soothing. "I was gonna make you wait until after dinner but I'm done with the pretense of waiting," Dave says darkly. "Get your ass upstairs."

—

Dave might have been unwilling to wait to get you upstairs and naked in your bed, but now that he has you here, he's taking his fucking time. 

You writhe under the ministrations of a little bullet vibrator with your wrists tightly secured over your head by Dave’s belt. He edges you viciously, building you up over and over just to wrench it away at the last second until you are dripping and close to tears. 

"Dave–please, Dave, fuck–"

"Tell me what you want," Dave demands.

"Dave," you whine.

"Daaave," he mocks quietly. "That's not going to work. Say the words."

You bite the inside of your cheek, irritated at his goading and hell-bent on being a brat in retribution. Not that you have any semblance of power, here–already tied to the bed and dripping onto the sheets.

"I-I want you to put your fist inside me," you finally say, cheeks burning with humiliation. "I want you to make me cum from it."

Dave pretends to be surprised, his eyebrows shooting up exaggeratedly at your words. 

"Really!" he says with an exaggerated tone. "Do the ladies on the HOA board know what a depraved little slut you are?"

"Dave, please," you murmur, voice quieter as you give in to his gentle degradation.

"I'll give you what you want," Dave agrees, "if you tell me what other videos you have on that other account of yours."

You blanch. "What?"

"Don't get shy on me now, not when I'm about to stick my whole hand in this perfect cunt."

You press your lips together. You aren't just going to give him what he wants, just like that. It isn't fun unless you fight back a little. 

In retaliation, Dave brings the little vibrator to your clit, edging you toward an orgasm yet again. Just before you fall, it's gone, and you sob in frustration.

"Tell me and I'll let you cum," Dave teases. 

You swallow. "F-Fuck machines," you admit reluctantly. 

Dave slides one finger into your aching cunt as a reward. "Good," he murmurs. "What else?"

You bite your lip. "Double penetration," you squeak. "Um, h-hypnosis."

One of Dave's eyebrows twitches subtly. He wasn't expecting that one; that had been a surprise. 

"What else," Dave says gently, continuing to pump you slowly with one finger. 

"That's… that's about it," you say vaguely. 

The finger leaves you, and you groan. 

"Let's try that again, shall we?" Dave says. "I've spent hours interrogating people for information in ways you will never know about. It's cute how you think you can lie to me."

You shiver slightly at the mention of Dave's job. He doesn't tell you much–he can't. For one, you don't have the security clearance, but the biggest reason that side of him will always be behind walls to you is that the Dave that you know, the one who loves you and speaks to you softly, who enjoys watching space documentaries and fishing and who you've seen crawling on the floor with the two girls squealing on his back–that Dave–is the one he wants, no, needs you to see. 

You do know, however, that your husband is a dangerous man, someone who has done unspeakable things in the name of his country, obeying orders to kill without question. He doesn’t want you anywhere near that part of him, and while the idea that Dave York is just as deft with a gun as he is applying Hello Kitty bandages to scraped knees or fucking you until you forget your own name makes a shiver of excitement run down your spine, you are more than happy to put that Dave into a neat little box that will never be opened by you. 

"Dave," you whine in protest. 

Dave doesn't react, just stares at your vulnerable, restrained form below him and waits. 

"N-Non-con," you mumble with a grimace, no longer meeting his eyes. 

He's going to think you're insane. 

Dave, for his part, cocks his head to the side and doesn't comment further–no more gentle mocking, no more humiliation. He wordlessly unbuckles the belt securing your wrists, freeing them, and slides off the bed, giving your stomach a playful kiss as he does so, and retrieves a bottle of lube from the nightstand. 

"You're going to need to tell me if it's too much," Dave says, his tone far softer than it had been before. 

"I will," you whisper. 

You watch as Dave pours an obscene amount of lube on his hand–far more than you normally use. He holds your gaze with a smirk as he coats his hand, including his thumb, as if he's willing you to picture all of it inside you. Then, he upturns the bottle directly above your pussy and lets it drip down, and you squeak at the slightly cool sensation. 

Dave holds your eyes as he slides one slick finger into your cunt, quickly moving to a second. The third is always a stretch, and you let out a little whimper as you feel him slide another finger into you, thrusting gently as you adjust. 

"I don't know how this became a kink of yours," Dave remarks, his voice playful. "When this little cunt has this much trouble taking three."

He curls his fingers up and rubs against your g-spot and your whimper turns into a sudden cry of pleasure. 

"Do you think you'll be able to take all of it?" Dave murmurs. "Are you going to stretch to fit me without completely breaking apart?"

You feel like that’s kind of a rhetorical question, but you nod anyway, looking up at your husband with a mixture of trust and trepidation.

“Of course you will,” Dave agrees. “Because you’re my perfect girl, aren’t you?”

His tone of voice is smug and arrogant, but the praise–and the affection in his eyes as he teases you–makes you preen..

"Aren't you," Dave repeats, arching one eyebrow and dropping the smirk and giving you a stern pout. Of course–he expects you to answer.

"Yes," you say quickly.

Only then does he begin to slide his fourth finger into your pussy with the other three. 

It's a lot, with those thick fingers of his–but you're pretty sure he's had four inside you before, and you know you can take it. You can take it, you can take more. 

Already, he's creating so much pressure inside you, curling all of his fingers against your wall and rubbing back and forth as he works you open. There's so much pressure on your g-spot already that you think you might cum. Your hips rise off of the bed slightly as you clench and grind against his hand.

"No, no," Dave tuts, easing off with his fingers. "Not until it's all in there."

You nod rapidly, trying desperately to be good for your husband and not cum until he says. You relax your hips, willing them not to lock into place before Dave says it's okay.

Dave hunches down over you, propping himself up on one elbow, his hand gently cupping the back of your neck as his thumb starts to tease around your entrance.

"I want you to look at me," Dave says, his voice low and quiet. 

Your eyes flick up to meet his, and you feel the pinch of his thumb sliding into your cunt to join the rest of his fingers. 

"That's it," Dave rumbles softly. "Fuck, look at you."

His hand keeps moving, entering you even further, and your body instinctively tries to shy away, to close up, but Dave shushes you quietly. 

"Relax," he says. "Breathe. You need to relax for me, honey. You can take it, let me in."

Your chest heaves with effort as you try to do what Dave says. He doesn't stop; his hand keeps inching further inside of you, so slowly that he's barely moving, but you can feel the change inside you until he hits the very end of you. 

"Dave," you breathe. "Dave, Dave, Dave–"

"I know," he murmurs, his lips hovering just above your face as he watches every little expression flit across your face. "My perfect girl, you're taking all of me, aren't you? Greedy little slut. You need my whole fucking hand? I'll give it to you. Knowing you, you'll beg for it in your ass next, won't you?"

You press your lips together and whine, shaking your head 'no.'

Dave chuckles. "Aw, what's wrong, sweetheart? Is this too much? Is having my fist in your cunt too much for you?"

You quickly shake your head again. God, you need to cum. There's so much pressure on your g-spot, but it's not enough, you need him to rub back and forth, you need–

"I guess it's too much for this tiny little pussy," Dave mocks, "since you can't even use your words. I guess I'll have to stop–"

"No!" you cry immediately, making Dave laugh outright. 

"Then tell me," he demands. "Tell me to fuck this perfect cunt with my fist."

"F-fuck me with your fist…" you say weakly.

Dave's hand around the back of your neck squeezes ever so slightly. "That's not what I told you to tell me. C'mon," he teases. "Apparently you watch some depraved shit online and get off on it. Surely you can tell me to fuck this perfect little cunt."

"Fuck my cunt with–"

Dave arches his eyebrow, and the pressure on the sides of your neck increases. 

"Fuck my perfect cunt with your fist, Dave," you try again. "Please. Fuck my perfect cunt with your fist until I cum, please, I need it. I need to cum."

"So pretty when you beg, sweetheart," Dave says darkly, and his hand starts to move in and out of you. "You do have a perfect cunt, and you should say it. Be fucking proud of it. Fuck, it's squeezing my hand so tight, you know that? It's given me two little girls and here it is, still barely able to take me."

Dave sits up, both to see the mess he's making of you and for better leverage.  His fingers–all of them– expertly find your g-spot and start to rub back and forth.

"And now it's gonna squirt for me, isn't it?" he continues. "This perfect cunt is gonna get me all wet. Say it," he barks. 

“It’s–I’m gonna–”

“No,” Dave corrects. “‘My perfect cunt is gonna get you all wet.’ Say it.”

“My–my perfect cunt is gonna get–get you–”

The dam breaks, and your back arches off of the bed with the force of it. Everything clamps down, the overwhelming pressure of Dave’s fist finally breaking something inside of you. You cum harder than you’ve ever cummed in your life, thanks to Dave’s thick fingers pressing up. Your release splashes out around his fist, soaking the bed, the insides of your things, and Dave.

“Oh, fuck yes,” Dave groans. “Good fucking girl.”

He withdraws his fist and you’re left empty, a wet, trembling mess on the bed.

“I’ve gotta have you,” Dave says as he fumbles with his pants, haste and desperation coloring his words. “Tell me I can fuck you.” He’s lost his edge of command, that controlled, sometimes clinical way in which he speaks to you. The words are a demand, yes, but if you close your eyes, it sounds like he’s begging.

Your cunt is still twitching pitifully as you nod. Somehow, after all of that, you want more. You always want more of Dave. 

Dave doesn’t answer, just yanks his cock out of his tight boxer briefs and thrusts home, sliding effortlessly into you from your previous release. He fucks you roughly, his cock hammering on something that even his fist couldn’t reach. His fist was brutal, yes, but something about the way his hips snap into yours is ruthless. Your head rolls back and you surrender to the feeling, moaning loudly into the room.

“Fucking insatiable, aren’t you?” Dave teases. “My fist wasn’t enough for you, now you want my cock?”

“Yes,” you pant, barely able to get the words out over the force of his thrusts.

“Then take it,” Dave gravels through clenched teeth. “Take it, fucking–take it for me, take it–” 

You’re going to cum again–you can feel it. All you need is a little more, a different angle, his hand on your clit, something.

“Dave,” you cry out desperately. “Dave, I need–fuck, I need–”

“Turn over,” Dave barks. “Ass in the air.” He pulls out abruptly and slaps your hip a couple of times for emphasis. You scramble, getting on your knees, your chest pressing into the bed, presenting yourself to him. His hands grip the flesh of your ass roughly as he punches back into you, making you wail into the covers. 

“You wanna cum, huh?” Dave teases. “You always cum so fast like this, don’t you?”

A sharp spank on one cheek when you don’t answer. “Don’t you?”

“Yes!” you squeal in response. “Yes, Dave–fuck, it’s–I’m gonna–”

Another rough spank on the other cheek sends you higher, so close to the path of no return that–

“Again,” you beg your husband. “Again, again–”

Dave indulges you, giving your ass a few more sharp slaps that you know are going to make you red. Good. It never fails to cause you to fall, and this time is no exception. You sob into the bed as you cum again, prolonged by Dave’s punishing thrusts. 

“Good girl,” Dave murmurs, lost in pleasure. “Good girl, perfect–” His hips stutter as he cums with a deep groan of your name. 

A switch flips, and Dave’s grip on your hip becomes a light caress, a comforting touch as he gently withdraws from your aching cunt. You pitch forward onto your stomach with a sated sigh and roll over on your back to look up at Dave.

“Fuck, the sheets,” you murmur tiredly as your leg catches on the wet material. 

“In a minute,” Dave rumbles softly. “Come here.”

He moves to the other side of the bed and pulls you with him, folding you into his body and cradling you in his warmth. When you’d first met him, you didn’t imagine that Dave York was much of a cuddler after sex. You’d been proven wrong again and again, but even as the years have passed, your heart still soars with affection when the man who faces the rest of the world with hard eyes and clenched jaw positively melts for you. 

Dave hums softly in contentment and buries his face in your neck, nipping lightly at the skin.

“Extreme… fisting… compilation,” he murmurs playfully into your skin.

“Stop it,” you scold, rocking your hips against him.

“Why don’t you tell me?” Dave asks quietly. “About the videos you’re apparently too embarrassed to watch on our account. I didn’t know.”

You suck a breath in. “I don’t know,” you respond. “I guess because I’m just… exploring, you know? There’s lots of stuff that I like to watch, but I don’t think I’d like to do it in real life.”

Dave hums thoughtfully, and you can feel the vibration on your skin. “Then why don’t we watch them together, and you can tell me what parts you do like,” he suggests. “I want to know this stuff about you.”

“Even the weird shit?” you ask quietly. 

“Especially the weird shit,” your husband answers with a smile.

*

[wrenqueenisboss]

Announced Fatherhood-- cc!wilbur x f!reader

Pairing: cc!wilbur x f!reader pronouns: she/her (when used) warning: pregnancy, cursing, yelling summary: you have the brilliant idea to tell Wilbur something important while he's streaming. A simple text. But it changed everything

note: hope you enjoy, my wonderful anon who requested this :)

~-~-~-~-

Three days ago. It was three days ago when you found out that you were going to be a mother. You cried, admittedly. It was completely understandable.

A year ago, Wilbur had proposed and you had gotten married. It was the happiest day of your lives. But this day- what you were about to do could change everything.

But first, you needed to call someone for advice.

Sitting just outside Wilbur's streaming room, you pulled out your phone and pressed 'call' on a very specific contact.

"PHIL!" you whisper-yelled into the phone's microphone. "Phil, I need your help."

He laughed over the line, confused but amused. "Woah, mate. Calm down. What do you need help with?"

You took a deep breath, trying to calm your racing heart before responding. "I need to tell Wilbur that he's going to become a father."

Here's the catch; practically no one knew. You had told your best friend, Niki, almost immediately. Then your parents. And now, Philza, it seemed.

"Holy shit, Y/n." He paused. "That's... big news. How are you thinking of telling him."

"Over text?" You admitted sheepishly. "It's to scary to say in person. And plus, I think it'll be cute."

"Whatever you say, mate. But I have to go. I'm on stream with him right now and he's starting to get suspicious."

"Yeah, go go go. But, uh, be prepared for some... yelling."

"You got it."

The call ended and you heard Wilbur's voice through the door, greeting his friend once again. And you felt your heart beat faster and your breathing pick up, because it was starting to get real.

You took a shaky deep breath, calming your nerves and trying to steady your trembling fingers as you pulled out your phone to text a message to your husband.

But first, you wanted to see his reaction. So as quietly as you could, you opened the door and slid into the room. You weren't concerned at all about his chat seeing you. They'd met you multiple times. You and Wilbur even made a vlog of your wedding. But you didn't want to draw too much attention to yourself.

Wilbur was so focused on the game he was playing he didn't notice. It wasn't a serious stream, but he was still focused.

Taking another unsteady breath, you typed out the message and... pressed send.

"Hold on guys, I need to check my phone," Wilbur said as he took off his headset to grab his phone that sat across his desk.

He saw the notification, the light from the screen illuminating his features. He saw your name on the contact and looked up at you with a suspicious expression. You smiled guiltily and waited for him to open the message. Waited for his reaction.

And there it was.

His breath hitched. Everything went silent.

Is this a joke, he sent back, fingers typing with furious speed.

definitely not, you replied.

And his phone flew from his hand, across the room hitting the floor with a thunk. Wilbur jumped up from his chair, eyes so unbelievably bright with happiness.

"HOLY SHIT!!!" He screamed.

And you burst out laughing. Because this was everything you had hoped for.

He rushes to you, sweeping you into a hug and twirling you around. Wilbur sets you down after a few turns. But only so he can kiss you. He kisses your lips, your nose, you cheeks. And your hand too.

"Holy fuck, babe," he whispers, resting his forehead on yours.

You two look over and see chat freaking out. Spamming words of confusion, because why the actual hell has their streamer exploded into a ball of pure joy.

"Chat," his voice shakes with barely restrained emotion. "I'm gonna be a dad!"

You tune out the rest of the cheering, so overjoyed with your husband's reaction. Tommy and Philza and Techno congratulate you and Wilbur on stream. Others send congratulation messages through social media.

But at the end of the stream, when the house is quiet again, Wilbur pulls you in for another hug. You can't tell if it's because he wants to hug you, or because he wants to hide his happy tears. It's probably both.

"I love you so much, Y/n." Wilbur murmured into your hair.

You hugged him back tightly. "Love you too."

[fushiomi]

Here’s a video on how to reach Liber/Eng staff about the termination of the English server:

[Video ID: Player is in the A3! app, the songs “Insert the Sunshine” and “Slowly Flowing”, both OST from the game, are playing. The player click on the profile icon, (the content isn’t important). They click on their bio and write “Hi” with a kaomoji on the side, then they write a letter “i” and hesitate before deleting it and click off. They exist their bio and leave the profile page. They instead click on the “Support” button which leads them to a page titled “A3! for Appstore inquires”, there’s a hyperlink that reads “For feedback regarding the ceasing of operations”, and below that in smaller writing it reads “Frequently asked questions (FAQs)”. There are four options viable to the viewer, “I want to play on another device”, “I have received my purchased Gems”, “I can’t login. / I got error 904/905/906.” The player clicks on the hyperlink that leads them to a page to give feedback, it has a green banner and says “For feedback edgar ceasing of operations. Below it reads: “Players that have any opinions or feedback on regarding ceasing of operations can do so here. A disclaimer is below that reads “*Although feedback from users will be reviewed, we cannot respond to individual users”. Green text above a box is present after scrolling, it reads “Please input your feedback here.” The user types in “don’t please ahaha you’re (stylized as ur) so sexy” with a winky emoji, they then access their emoji keyboard and place a broken heart. They can clarify “Actually write something serious though (written tho) with a kaomoji of a smiling person, then press done (two exclamation points) don’t spam and remember to be kind (two exclamation points)”. They then click off the page and settings, the video ends with them on the main page of the game. End ID]

Bellow the readmore is what I ended up (actually) submitting, if you want to copy and paste it, please make a few changes! But ultimately what I felt like was needed to highlight:

- Marketing issues and comparisons between other games that handled international marketing.

- The sudden nature of the announcement and how it impacted the player base.

- The fact the game does have a fanbase and has a market (leads back to the point of bad marketing), and that the success in Japan is an example that the game does have ability to be a hit.

- Other options that don’t include terminating the server (such as a temporary hiatus).

—

Other ideas: Events to connect with the fanbase (example: art contests where winners get “X” amount of gems), twitter events (“Y” amount of retweets in “Z” days will give “X” reward”), subtitles of the stage play so international fans have more content to interact with, etc.

DISCLAIMER: I wrote this while still drowsy from crying and sleep medication, so if you’re able to, please help us write something better than… this.

“Hello, I hope this review/feedback finds you well.

As you can imagine, this is about the ceasing operations of the A3! English/International servers, and the opinions and ideas I (as well as other players) have.

I’ve been observing the way the player base has reacted to the news and, not so surprisingly, the reaction has been pretty negative. A lot of players feel overwhelmed with the sudden news, many disappointed at – what feels like – the sidedness of the decision. While we are all thankful for the amazing localization of the game, we can’t help but feel deeply saddened and, in more extreme cases, betrayed at the decision. The game has garnered quite a community, notably in social media sites such as Twitter and Tumblr, as it became quite a vital and comfort game for many.

Alongside seeing the way the player base has reacted, I looked at the graphics and economical side of things and noticed how players in the server have been lowering. Which, alongside the pandemic and loss of profit Cybrid and Liber have been experiencing as of the last two years, is what I imagine is impulsing the decision to halt activities.

With all of that in mind, I personally still think that terminating content to the English server is a bad idea — in the long run, that is.

The last two years have been quite a financial struggle for many, and to decide to end the game due to loss of profit seems hasty. While I understand it’s not possible to continue operations, I think halting operations until further notice would be a better idea.

Instead of completely pulling the plug, halting operations while focusing on marketing would honestly work better.

The marketing of the game has been, for lack of a better word, quite messy. I think there were lot of missed opportunities, marketing the game as found family and card game — where you accompany a group of people to achieve their dreams — would have been a better strategy than saying it was an otome game - which is what led to a lot of player joining and then leaving due to the lack of romance wh the characters. A good example of marketing, in my opinion, would be the Obey Me! franchise or games such as Cookie Run.

I’m saying all of this, but what I mean is, if the team behind it focused more on the advertisement on social media’s such as twitter and ads on youtube where the nature of found family and the true nature of Mankai (a company where family and brotherly love blooms) the game would find and flourish in the demographic, since it’s not unheard of players wanting a game like that — especially in the west.

Basically, what I’m saying is that I think the idea of terminating operations on the English server is a bad idea especially when there is an obvious marker for it, and A3! really does fit it. Personally, I think halting the events and focusing on marketing the game further — truly pushing the game with ad’s (which could include in game CG’s where we see how the boys grow and connect as a family) where the nature of A3! is shown clearly, A3! English server could absolutely bloom into something amazing.

A3! is about not giving up, even when things get tough, and to try and reach an audience – which is why, I guess, seeing you guys give up on it seems… sad and like a truly missed opportunity.

As someone who’s been with the game since launch, the game has so much potential, so please, please give it another try. Focus on the marketing, push it with ads on youtube and instagram, put the boys’ face out there and make the focus of the story known.

Look into the way games such as Obey Me!, the idol games (mostly female based), and other successful asian/japanese games have marketed themselves and try to adapt it into A3!. An example, instagram ads where you can see parts of a CG (let’s say the Muku and Yuki from Act 1) where Muku comforts Yuki, the voice lines there as you hear the game music and subtitles playing. Be honest about the gameplay, it’s not the most exciting, but market it as fun, add more rewards for when you train the actor — more gems or maybe trophies if you train “X” amount of times in a day instead of just a training card. You can even make more Eng server exclusive cards to insensitive Japanese players to also engage with the English server.

I feel like there are so many ways to go about it that don’t include shutting down the game, because shutting down the game truly feels like the easiest way out… but it doesn’t mean it’s the best way.

Anyway, I hope nothing in this feels malicious, I'm simply passionate about it as someone who’s invested hours and hours, almost 700 days of their life, onto this, A3! and the Mankai company feels like a part of my life, and as many others feel as well, I don’t want to let go. Not when I know there’s so many events and games, gachas and character, left for us as international players to experience.”

[octolingo-writes]

oh what a fun idea! first of all thank you somer, very sweet :)! The fact that JRWI has crossed-over as "that underwater show that isnt bubble guppies" is hysterical to me /pos

I'm going to @ all my mutuals, if you don't want to be @ ed or don't want to respond you ofc do not have to and just let me know if you don't want to be @ ed :)

@atomicraft banger fics and some of the coolest headcanons around

@ryahisbored ryah!! one of my most faithful readers, very sweet, always leaves wonderful comments and has great requests! also has a cool riptide story of their own :D

@somer-writes writing LU Twilight-centric fanfiction with a speed I have never seen in a human being before. how do you do it

@edeadinside made that one really banger post about Miss Gilbert (as they should be), also good analysis

@freakinflipflop flippin :D super friendly, always reblogs posts that make me smile when they show up on my dash

@supmaww very cool, stylized art

@raeraesmentality how could I forget Raylin_Shire one of the most banger LU fic writers out there, who wrote Afterlorn which is still one of my favorite LU fics

@the0retically always has really funny and entertaining reactions to things as they happen in the campaigns

@firefly464 JRWI OG, been here forever (I think, it feels that way to me at least), very excitable and fun :)

@starsinoursystem tons of the JRWI art that shows up on my dash is bc they reblogged it

@s0lar-ch3ri another supplier of excellent JRWI posts on my dash, also tends to have good analysis in tags of posts

@somegurl8 BANGER posts, BANGER reblogs, and also is very helpful for when I need information for fics :) also they made the JRWI out of context video which is hilarious

@its-always-the-witching-hour I get tons of fun reblogs from you :)

@sapphicwithapen fellow Fated enjoyer, makes very funny memes and writes excellent fics

@honestly-nerdy reblogs fun posts and is very sweet :)

@zeldazee one of the top LOST writers, absolutely excellent work

@chaos-0verload my good buddy, my good pal

@gremlinbehaviour LOST writer!! has written some excellent Sayid works that I absolutely love

@phantom-does-a-thing one of the most prolific JRWI writers, everything they've written absolutely SLAPS and there's so much of it!! highly highly recommend

@kippierre always gives me tons of fun polls to participate in via reblogs

@lillianforest22 ask games!! most of the time when I get tagged in ask games its bc of them and I love ask games :)

@fishcop FISHCOP the man the myth the legend, absolutely BANGER art and wrote a really sick Convergence fic that I loved, also drew art for a fic I wrote and I may have cried looking at it

@stripesysheaven Ben Linus apologist /pos

@datbugboi7 very good reblogs ranging from funny to serious (I remember the frog post vividly) @princie33 ~reblogs~ I have lots of mutuals who supply me with a constant stream of new stimuli

@davvero-annoiatx always gives me tons of cool Zelda content to look at, also aro Link truther for the win

@enby-ralsei JRWI community staple, writes good fics, leaves good comments, and has some of the best analysis posts out there, also spam reblogs

@polypd just some absolutely BANGER Jrwi posts

@navysealt4t another JRWI staple, I remember seeing the name back before I even got a tumblr account

@silverdragonms I remember you from my early LU days on Ao3 because you commented all the time :) very friendly person

@parallasso Jrwi posts. So many Jrwi posts. Also lots of Fated content which I ofc go crazy for

@fragilecqpricorn Baldur's Gate posts (which I just started playing, actually) and Jrwi :)

@raviotheraviolis the only reason I've noticed recent LU updates is bc you've reblogged them lmao

@dracolunae tons of good JRWI content and reblogs for me to consume

@caesurah-tblr very good JRWI posts, I remember the hero Vyncent x villain William one from yesterday in particular

@paradoxical-hermitcrab tons of banger LU content and reblogs

@mellowtakes JRWI!!! Also I recognize the profile picture very quickly

@thep1nscollective slimecicle and JRWI reblogs for me to enjoy :)

@veeiiiii-0-ween BANGER reblogs, gives me lots of content both from fandoms and just in general

@ishhbowl I remember you reblogged the abandoned parking lot tumblr thing and I laughed about it for like five minutes

@shadow-and-purgatory funny LU posts and also just all-around good reblogs, also BANGER writer on Ao3

@imhereoutofspite JRWI :) a lot of my mutuals I just associate them with a fandom and this one's JRWI

@slugs-against-stairs currently, Starkid stuff! which is fun for me bc I just got into Starkid recently

@earlgay-milktea bro, literally the JRWI writer to end all writers, wrote Heart of the Sea which is iconic, just absolutely banger writing (please read their work if you haven't) @kasperconvergence the url says it all. JRWI convergence my beloved

@blossomingwaters LU writer and reblogger!! one of my LU content-givers (people who reblog LU stuff and I see it)

@redcloverf3y another person who supplies me with a constant stream of cool reblogs (I can't quite remember which fandom I originally know you from but I want to say it's LU)

@weewaweewa LU content!! reblogs really cool and funny artwork

Whew, that's all of them (I think! If we're mutuals and I missed you please let me know)! I know for some people I had more or less to say than others, please know I love you all equally :) /platonic

Thanks for the @!

[neondnp]

my ii m&g experience ♥

(long rambling and pic spam ahead)

arriving + waiting in line

prior to and upon arriving at the venue, i was SO incredibly nervous to the point that it nearly overpowered my excitement. my heart had been racing all week and my stomach was in knots. i’d been anticipating this very day for almost a year and i was absolutely terrified that something would go wrong. i kept having thoughts like, “what if there’s a ton of unexpected traffic backed up for hours and i miss the meet and greet?” “what if there’s something wrong with my ticket??” “what if i forget something important and i’m denied access?” “what if i DIE before i get there!?” luckily, none of my delusional fears from my panicked state of mind came true and most of my anxiety disappeared after i was given my wristband.

meeting and conversing with the lovely new friends i made in line put me at enough ease that my ability to comprehend the intense reality of the situation was beginning to vanish. everything was too dreamlike to feel real. was i really mere minutes away from meeting my idols??

suddenly, everyone started screaming. i looked up and saw phil standing at the rail. i nearly had a damn heart attack!! that’s phil! he literally looks like an angel! i heard dan’s voice from the other corner and turned around to see him right above us! that’s dan!! he glows! o m g !! there they are!! in person! holy s*** that’s actually them!!! whatever they said to us either completely went over my head or was entirely forgotten because i don’t recall any of it. this was the most surreal moment of my life.

shoutout to the girl on twitter who filmed some of this and caught my reaction after they waved and left lmao

i guess this is what my mind being completely blown looks like??!?

my adrenaline was through the roof, but i was too stupefied to feel emotional yet. my throat was drying as the line in front of me gradually got shorter. the lack of air conditioning upstairs didn’t help. i was close enough to talk to marianne (a queen, btw) about what i wanted to give them. i had a letter from a friend and two of my ii themed d&p drawings that i made into magnets. she told me she would keep them and give them to dan and phil after the meet and greet. disappointing, but understandable. i wrote my name on the magnets but they won’t have a clue who i am. oh well. here’s what they look like:

before i knew it, it was my turn to meet them. a friend i met in line agreed to film my meet and greet but was too nervous to do so once we approached our turns. although it sucks to not have footage, i fully understand having anxiety. she’s very sweet and i’d never want to cause her any stress.

the actual meeting and greeting:

before i get into the personal details and talk about my interaction with them, i’ll describe their irl voices and appearances. 

i’d say they sound exactly the same in person. they don’t necessarily look any different from how they do in pictures and videos, just more radiant; especially phil. his hair somehow looks even darker irl and there’s an indescribably beautiful contrast between his black hair, vibrant eyes, and pale skin. it makes him look otherworldly. his features are sharp. dan’s stubble is actually quite prominent, even from a distance. his features are soft. there’s not really much else to say about his appearance; he’s just as gorgeous in the flesh as he is on a screen. they were just as tall as i expected them to be so i wasn’t alarmed by their height. it did, however, feel different to look up at them and see them from a new (significantly lower) angle as opposed to seeing them from an eye-level camera angle. the same can be said about viewing them on stage from a close orchestra seat.

now, onto the good part! i wish i could remember more details, but meeting them was such a blur that i didn’t feel like it even happened at all until the next day (more on that later). most of my dreams are more vivid than this memory is. my brain was majorly lagging from the moment i was far enough ahead in line to be off the stairs, and my entire consciousness seemed to exist in some alternate dimension when i walked toward their direction to be greeted. i remember one or both of them saying, “hiii!” and dan saying “thanks for coming to see us!” i remember phil instantly opening his arms and asking if i wanted a hug. i think i said, “hi! yes i do!” i remember it being so much easier to talk to them than i thought it would be. words came naturally despite having very little awareness of what i was saying and—due to being in such a daze—completely forgetting to say any of the important things i’ve always wanted to tell them. they were both so warm, gentle, and welcoming. i was too out of it to realize this at the time, but looking back, they treated me like i was an old friend of theirs; like i was someone who mattered. that warms my heart. they genuinely care about making us feel comfortable and relaxed.

dan did most of the talking. i don’t remember what either of their hugs felt like, but i do remember dan giving me one of his awkward “dan hugs” lol. dan and i were both wearing striped shirts and he said that we were “totally coordinated with our stripes” which made me WAY happier than it should have, but oh man i was BEAMING. “we are!”

when phil asked if i’d like to have something signed, i took out a print of the two portraits i drew of them. “yes, can you sign my art please?” after handing the print to them, dan said, “oh my god did you draw these??” and i responded with something dumb like, “i did! it took me like my entire life but yeah!!” i really wish i could have seen them react to my drawings, but i didn’t think to look at their faces when i showed them. in fact, i’m not even sure if i made eye contact with them at all. they complimented me on my art but i don’t remember what they said. i'm not 100% certain, but i think dan called it incredible.

dan offered to take the selfie so i handed him my phone and we all got close and smiled for the camera. i noticed from other people’s meet and greet pics that phil had a tendency to lean his head in next to fans, but i’d of course forgotten about this detail. i was so weak later on when i saw how close our faces were in the group photo, w o w !! i asked if we could take individual pictures as well and dan said, “of course!”

this is the part i remember the most clearly. taking individual pictures was almost like hugging them again, only better because i was a little more aware—i was almost able to actually process it this time. looking at them you’d expect to feel nothing but firmness and bones, but they’re both delightfully squishy; especially dan. they’re two tall adorable teddy bears. dan fondly said, “thank you philip” when phil took our picture and it was the cutest thing. after the pictures were taken, i thanked them for about the tenth time. i remember saying “thank you” and “thank you so much” to almost everything they said and did. i probably would have thanked them if they accidentally stepped on my foot or dropped my phone. they told me to enjoy the show and i thanked them once more. i wished them a good show and at some point i think i said, “it was really nice meeting you.” we waved and said our goodbyes to each other.

and then it was over.

wait, it’s over. what the hell just happened?

i literally forgot everything on the spot.

everything happened so rapidly and it ended before i had even begun to take any of it in. i really wish i could have absorbed the moment more. i wish i could have said more. this may sound silly, but none of it felt real. it didn’t initially feel like, “aah i just met dan and phil!!” instead, it felt more like, “...did i really meet dan and phil? wouldn’t i have remembered meeting them if it really happened?” i was so disappointed in myself. how was i that spaced out the whole time? i expected a more emotional experience, but it was all so surreal that i wasn’t even in touch with reality, let alone with my emotions. i didn’t know how to react, so i blanked out into a strange semiconscious state and i hated myself for it. 

i went on to realize that meeting them was indeed a very emotional experience; i just needed to fully recover from my daze for it to hit me. while most of my memory is still a blur, several small details came back to me the following day bit by bit. it was enough for me to look back on and miss. it took me days to recall everything i wrote about above. i did cry. i was emotionally impacted, just not right away. it had to catch up with me. meeting them was absolutely amazing. looking at my pictures and signed artwork elates me. i actually met dan and phil!

even though i didn’t say what i wanted to, i’m grateful that i managed to talk to them at all. i was so sure i’d either stumble over my words or end up speaking in my stupid high-pitched nervous voice. i was also afraid i’d cry in front of them and i didn’t. it went smoothly and i survived. i have a few regrets, but i still loved it. i loved them.

i’d do it again in a heartbeat.

yes i was very extra with the editing but these pics mean a lot to me and i wanted them to look the best they could

what i didn’t get to say: 

@danielhowell @amazingphil thank you for inspiring so much creativity, motivation, and passion within me. you guys are the reason i wanted to start drawing again. you’re the reason why i stopped immediately giving up. you’re the reason i’ve met so many spectacular people and became part of such a diverse and extraordinary community. you guys give me a reason to smile. i love you, thank you for everything ♥ - alexis

[fierceawakening]

1/? erinc1978/assholeanon again -- will try to respond to your questions as best I can. As a general point, I think I understand better now where you were coming from in terms of how you approached writing various parts of Steel and Promise, and I'm sorry for having been such a douche about it.

It’s Book Anon again. Cut for length, discussions of consent, some nonexplicit sexual content, and spoilers.

Re: 6/ – I think there were a few things that had me thinking Teran was saying that everything kind she’d done was purposeful manipulation. Some of this may well be incorrectly remembered through anxiety haze, but IIRC part of it was her general attitude during the conversation, that struck me as generally sort of triumphant and preening – along the lines of “ha, I got you to fall for me, aren’t I clever.” (cont’d)

Re:6/ contd - I think another was Cailyn saying something to the effect of “so what about the ‘you’re a jewel among stones’ business”, and Teran IIRC didn’t deny that was part of the manipulation. So I took it as being broader than the s/m. As we learn that Teran was trading torture to own Cailyn, that confirmed it for me emotionally – that she couldn’t have been sincere in her regret over upsetting Cailyn by merely wrecking her clothes if she had no qualms about buying her outright.

As a general note, I’m really sorry that my deactivating killed your archives of my asks. It didn’t occur to me that would happen. Should’ve sent everything as a message in the first place and then I wouldn’t have spammed your ask box. I didn’t remember there was another option until Tumblr cut me off and said, “Whoa, you need to wait an hour until you send any more asks.”

On the personal note - “safe” was a terrible choice of words for a complicated internal state that I was wrong to externalize, and I feel really bad for causing you more pain over this. I absolutely do NOT mean to suggest you are an Unsafe Person in any kind of general sense, and I give you my word that I will not say or imply to anyone, online or off, that you are not a safe person to be around.

As one last note - I understand why you feel jerked around, and I wish I could take back my actions and that I’d just discussed the book like a normal person in the first place instead of jumping to conclusions, but I can’t do anything more at this point than apologize. Just let me know when you want to be done with this interaction so that I don’t overstep your boundary (i.e. I give you a last response and then block). I found code to block websites via my OS, and when you’re done, I’m done.

Okay, so I don’t know if this helps at all, but I’ve been avoiding mentioning personal stuff because of the whole “safe/unsafe” deal which I didn’t want to feed into, but I feel a bit like I have to wade into it to make some of this make sense.

It’s true that some things about Teran are things I’ve experienced or are based on me. One of those things is that… when I joined the BDSM community around me at the tender young age of 21, I didn’t know too much about myself or where I fit in that bunch of overlapping letters. But I knew I was interested, specifically, in SM–I’d spent most of my young life fantasizing about people who liked pain, but I didn’t think they really existed, or thought they had some kind of Freudian complex that meant even if I knew what I was doing I’d harm them emotionally by enticing them into indulging in something that was bad for them. When I was a youngin you really couldn’t find much that positively portrayed people with pain fetishes.

But the thing was, when I got into the community? Intense masochists aren’t crazy or unhealthy and dating them doesn’t make you evil. BUT they’re rare. Most people are interested in sensation play but not really in intense SM stuff–and even more common than that is an interest in (usually mild/bedroom-only) D/s.

So finding partners, or at least finding partners that are actually complementary to me on that score? Is hard! They’re out there–there’s at least one in every community I’ve been in–but they’re relatively rare. 

In part because they’re rare, in my experience a lot of them were older, and actually a lot of them were in relationships. Of the “masochism was completely unacceptable when I married my wife, but I couldn’t stand it any more so I asked her to beat me, she said YIKES NOOOOO but eventually agreed I could go to play parties if I don’t actually side date anyone and hide the marks” sort.  (This is one reason I disagree with antis about age gaps. One of the first people I ever beat? Three times my age. Did he harm me? Well, I did end up hurting my shoulder by not realizing I was new to this and should have slowed down… SHIT SHIT SHIT THE ANTIS WERE RIGHT ALL ALONG!)

It’s kinda lonely, and is part of the reason I haven’t dated anyone since my last partner. They’re hard to find! At least if you actually want, you know, a relationship.

So that was the thing. Teran found one, he was actually single and interested, but he got sick and died. And she went back to the dark channels to look for another one, and couldn’t really find one, because as assholey as the nobles are, the dark channels are much more like… what most people were and what I wasn’t really looking for.

So Teran knows that almost anyone is gonna disappoint her, and either she can 1) keep having random dates with people hoping she chances on someone who is orientationally masochistic and be vaguely frustrated until she does or 2) try to see if she can train someone to become what she wants. (Especially someone who IS inherently submissive and wants to serve, which Cailyn is.)

So she does 2). Without making it clear what she’s doing, because she’s kind of a jerk. And because “oh, I’d like to alter your sexuality, you good with that?” is a big ask.

Doesn’t make it okay that she did that and wasn’t honest about it, and I’m not saying it is. Pushing someone’s soft limits can be okay–that’s why they’re soft limits–but not realizing someone might be just a little upset upon finding out that’s pretty much why they picked you? UH. TERAN NO.

From Teran’s perspective (which, again, TERAN NO) she expected Cailyn to figure it out. She never came out and said “this is an experiment,” but she talked often about how Cailyn’s experiences of pain and desires were shifting. So she thought Cailyn would figure it out, and assumed (again, TERAN NO) that Cailyn coming back over and over meant Cailyn was fundamentally okay with it. She knew she was being manipulative, but she didn’t realize how awful she was being. Which is why she was surprised when Cailyn was like “HOLY SHIT AM I AN EXPERIMENT?” as if this was 1) news and 2) bad news.

The other thing Teran does that is unquestionably horrible is the bargaining to own Cailyn. Whether it’s clear from the text or not (and I can’t really go back and reread in depth now to find out if I was too ambiguous about this), what I meant to say was that Teran wants Cailyn to freely consent to stay with her, and asks for it. When Cailyn says no, she initially respects it, but then the Councils (at the behest, of course, of Ben, who is the actual skin-crawlingly terrible person who gives no fucks whatever about consent so of course he would dream this crap up) basically say “you know if you do this for us you won’t have to worry about that cute girl running away from you *wink*” and… Teran goes for it, even though part of her knows she shouldn’t.

So again… I’m not trying to say I meant for what Teran did to be Okay Because She’s Lonely. It’s not okay. But I didn’t mean that she was a completely uncaring person. I meant that she was a very damaged person who gets what she wants through manipulation because why not when almost everyone despises you anyway, someone “liking” you means they want to rape you and force you to carry their kid, and the one guy who actually loved you was perfectly fine with heavy D/s… and died horribly anyway?

I appreciate you saying that you didn’t mean “safe” the way I took it. I just… if you actually think I am okay with real world dubious consent and was saying it’s fine, then… I actually deserve to have people warned about me. And the thing about it is… if you actually are a person who is abusive, or manipulative, or real-world wobbly on consent, you’re the last person to know it. Abusive and manipulative people make excuses for themselves to themselves, which is why it’s so hard for them to change.

So while my gut reaction to your comments is “I didn’t say that! I don’t endorse that! The thing I wrote isn’t that!” there’s part of me that feels that I can’t argue… because I’d always say/think that I’m safe even if I’m not. Which puts me in the awkward position of “That sounds wrong, and also insulting and hurtful! But that’s exactly what I would think if it was 100% correct!”

Which is where the scrupulosity spirals come from.

So the only thing I can really say and do is… again, give you as much of a platform as I can given the energy I have at any given time, and make sure people who aren’t me see it, and have the opportunity to decide for themselves whether I am accurately assessing myself as “someone who attempts to be positive and safe for friends and lovers” or not.