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14dayswithyou · 2 months ago

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Some long-term followers may have noticed this subtle shift already (especially those who are in the 14DWY Discord server or have read this post), but I figured I'd make it official.

I'm no longer associating myself with the yandere VN community.

The TLDR is that the energy here really fuckin SUCKS!! And I don't want to be part of something so hostile and needlessly competitive.

The constant infighting and epicaricacy between communities is deeply upsetting, and it's very disheartening to see aspiring developers cancel their projects because of the unwarranted backlash and harassment they face.

Some entitled folks on here reeeeally need to understand that constantly harassing others for updates, encouraging developers to belittle others to make themselves/their project look better, complaining about a project not meeting the expectations you specifically put in place, attacking other communities because of the parasocial relationship you share with another developer, getting mad that you chose to ignore important PSAs or warnings and faced the repercussions, or even sending in hate messages on anon because you're bored are not things you should be doing — let alone be proud of.

I try to avoid bringing up these topics as it's not the vibe I want to have on this blog (nor do I want to negatively contribute to the Streisand Effect and blow things out of proportion), but I'm genuinely getting tired of being on the receiving end of all this harassment and negativity, seeing it happen to others, and watching other indie developers encourage such vile behaviour. I'm done.

For those wondering what this means for "14 Days With You": for the most part, everything will still continue like usual. I've said this from the very beginning, but 14DWY is just a passion project I pursue whenever I feel like it. It's something I do for fun as a hobby — not because I want to publish a well-known game or turn it into a career. I've been on Tumblr for over thirteen years now, and it's taught me how to grow thick skin, so everything that I'm yapping and yammering about won't stop me from working on 14DWY.

However, this does mean that I won't be as interactive with other developers or their communities anymore; many ill-natured people have ruined this for me.

Because of them, I'm no longer able to voice my opinion on other games without some opinionated rat whispering in my ear about how the developer is "problematic" or that I could get cancelled for simply following them on Twitter. I can't interact with certain games without its parasocial community becoming hostile or gatekeepy towards anyone they don't like. I've seen communities belittle and devalue promising demos because in their eyes, nothing can compare to their favourite game (or their favourite developer). I have been harassed, bullied, and doxxed by other communities and have seen the same thing happen to others as well. I've heard about the developers who weaponise their community's loyalty to attack and drive out their competition. And I've witnessed more than enough developers expressing how badly they want to take a hiatus due to how much unwarranted negativity they receive, but don't want to disappoint their community by doing so.

By saying all of this, you can understand why I dislike being here so much, as well as why I no longer find any enjoyment in interacting with the yandere VN community.

Many people here — fans and developers alike — are so needlessly pushy about their standards and personal opinions being the norm, and if anyone else goes against them, they'll purposefully try to ostracise and bully them out of the community. This place isn't as laid-back or inclusive as it used to be, and I don't want to be associated with a community that acts so hostile and aggressive towards anyone who shares a differing opinion — nor do I want to be part of a space that caters towards developers who'll tear down others in order to have a moment of relevancy.

We're all doing our own thing and making our own games; it shouldn't be a competition. But if you see it as such, then I urge you to take a moment to stop and rethink your actions — or, at the very least, understand how it's affecting you and others around you.

So until there's a reasonable change and people can go back to being less... demanding, hypercritical, and gatekeepy about who interacts with what, I'll be stepping away and continuing to stay in my own bubble, as I have for the past two years now. I've already unfollowed everyone associated with the yandere community many months ago, but I think I'll just unfollow everyone entirely now for my own peace of mind. I will also no longer be interacting with any yandere VN communities (aside from close friends), nor will I be as public with my interests from this moment on. Everything on this blog will be strictly related to 14DWY like usual, and I will continue to block and report any spiteful "anons"/burner accounts sent my way and delete their messages.

Again, this isn't really much of an announcement — it's more so just paragraphs of me bitchin and moanin 🫶 — but I wanted to get this all out there instead of leaving things unsaid and having people come to their own conclusions as to why I've suddenly become less active, less optimistic, and why I've stopped engaging with a majority of the yandere community in the last two years.

So, yeah... ^^; If there's anything I want y'all to take away from this entire post, it's to be kind, open, and understanding towards everyone — developers and communities alike — and to spread support rather than negativity. It's what I want my own community to be known for, so please be mindful of how you treat others online.

And if you find yourself being surrounded by constant toxicity and negativity (be it from friends, mutuals, or even other developers or communities), please don't feel ashamed to step away or cut them off entirely. Put yourself and your mental health first. I also think it'll be good for me to leave all this negative energy behind and continue to kick off 2025 in a better light, so if y'all need to let out any frustrations of your own, feel free to go ham in the replies (obviously, be kind and civil though jghsjg T_T)

#I promised myself I wouldn't rant in da tags this time; so I won't lmao #🖤 — shut up sai.#💖 — 14 days with queue.#to be tagged later

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linkons-most-wanted · 8 days ago

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LIs Build IKEA furniture

I couldn’t get this out of my head, so enjoy 🤣

Zayne ❄️

Immediately takes charge of the process, doesn’t realize he’s doing so until you tease him about it

Treats the process like a surgery, you become the assistant. “Hex wrench. Number sixteen screw. Panel C in a vertical orientation.” When you tease him, he pretends to brush it off but then leans into the bit. “Phillips head screwdriver, stat.”

Never gets confused by the diagrams. Quietly notes errors and typos in the instructions. Seems to be able to use the tiniest details to know the correct orientation for each piece

Somehow had sandpaper on hand for when the pieces don’t fit perfectly

You hardly got a chance to look at the instructions but he still made you feel like an essential part of the process

Furniture is assembled perfectly in record time

Xavier 💫

Happy to help you out, starts reading the instructions while you sort the parts

Falls asleep reading the instructions

You take charge, waking him up on step 3 when you need him to hold something. He falls asleep holding it but somehow doesn’t drop it

When you ask for a part he just stares at the pile and picks up random things to offer you until he gets the right one or you point directly at it

Ask for the same part a second time, “Which was it again?”

You attach the last part and turn to high-five him—he’s sleeping again

Rafayel 🎨

“You want to spend time on this weird project instead of hanging out with me?” “This is us hanging out.” “What? But it’s boring. Can’t we, like, get someone else to put it together?”

You start building anyway

When you ask for something specific (“hold this”) he does so without hesitation but keeps complaining

“If I have to hold this board up any longer I’m going to get wrist cramps and then I won’t be able to paint for a week!”

“Ow ow, I think that gave me a splinter! Look at it! It might get infected! I need first aid, like, immediately.”

“This color is boooring, we should paint it later.”

This might be taking longer than if you just built it yourself

Sylus 🚗

“Did you steal this?” “No.” “Then why is it still in pieces?” “It’s how they sell it. It saves money.” “Why didn’t you say something? I’ll take you to a real furniture store.” “I want this exact one though.” “Can’t you pay them to assemble it?”

All you have to say is “I guess you’re not up for the challenge” and then he’s sitting on the floor next to you, also staring at the instructions

You both get confused on the same steps. Which side goes up again? Can you tell by the number of holes? Eventually you both shrug and hope for the best. Sylus brute forces a few pieces that probably don’t actually go together.

You realize you put a piece on backwards three steps ago and Sylus patiently helps you backtrack and fix it

“You’re being surprisingly cooperative.” “I am?” “Yeah, I thought you’d be way more annoyed.” “I never feel annoyed when I’m with you.”

“Where did that piece go?” (Mephisto stole it, it was shiny)

Caleb 🍎

“Hey Pipsqueak, remember when I built that bed for you? Even though you were in high school you still reeeeally wanted a pink one…” “Ugh, stop! It’s embarrassing!”

Takes the bag of pieces and the instruction book right away, uses his gravity Evol to hold up the parts. “Caleb, you took all the jobs! Let me help!” “You can help by getting us some snacks.”

“Caleb, I don’t think that goes there.” “Of course it does, are you really going to doubt the mechanical skills of a former fighter pilot?” Ten minutes later when it’s clear you were right the whole time: “Caleb, you dummy.”

“I switched the delivery notification number in your account over to my phone number since you’re going to need me to build whatever you buy, anyway.”

“You should come over to help me build my furniture too.” “But you didn’t let me help at all!” “Snack duty is very important, Pipsqueak.”

#love and deepspace #lads sylus #sylus #sylus x mc #love and deepspace sylus #lads #lads zayne #lads xavier #lads rafayel #lads caleb #zayne #Xavier #Caleb #rafayel #zayne love and deepspace #love and deepspace zayne #nonsense

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natalchartnurtures · 9 months ago

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PAC: What Greek Mythology love story would you and your FS be?

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[pile 1 to 3- left to right]

Just came out of a bone-crushing healing and shadow work period for my Kundalini Awakening going on right now T-T In an attempt to raise my spirits, I created my very first FS reading-

pile 1:

General vibe of your love story with your FS-

This is the movie pile. I see a full-blown movie arc in my mind’s eye for your love story with your FS. I see an opening at- you guys meeting, the middle act- your separation and individual trials, and the final act- the happy reunion! OBVIOUSLY, there's nuance to how all of this will unfold for each of y’all reading since it's real life we're talking about, but your story with your FS is the closest thing to a happily-ever-after if I've ever seen one.

It's like when y’all first met, y’all were young, or maybe some of y’all didn't know how to handle a relationship or didn't have the resources in the 3D (think money or a place of your own, something like that) to make this relationship happen? Maybe it was long distance for a looong time? And so, for whatever reason (along said lines) y’all had to let each other go or y’all couldn't be together. It's like y’all were shown a grand possibility to be together, and BOOM it was taken away.

Then you guys enter a separation period right after, and the length of this period will differ for everybody reading, anywhere between months to a couple of years. After having worked HARD on yourselves ON YOUR OWN to overcome your personal issues, traumas, and suffering, you guys come together. The key to really mastering your obstacles is in the day to day. You will have set routines to tackle your obstacles, such as say you’ve got anxiety or a dys-regulated nervous system, so maybe you'll always have a stress relief meditation scheduled in no matter how your day looks. So on and so forth, fill in the details of this period as it best suits your life. But the common denominator, I feel like, is that y’all really fight to be with one another. The love is so deep here, and that's what motivates each of you to overcome your personal hurdles, yk? And THEN, when it happens, and y’all reunite, it's sooo beautiful. It's like you guys will build a brand new life together where you can put the past behind and finally enjoy the fruits of your labor! Also, I see you guys growing and blossoming over time with your FS upon reunion 🥺✨.

So… which Greek myth sums up YOUR love story with your FS the best?

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It’s the story of Cupid and Psyche!

From what I’ve read about this story, Cupid and Psyche couldn’t immediately be together after they met. Cupid could only meet Psyche at night AND she’s not even allowed to see him! T-T This was part of what Psyche has to overcome- the challenges put forth by Aphrodite just because the goddess was jealous of Psyche. And poor Cupid had self-esteem issues from what I gather lmao. He didn't even feel worthy to show his mortal wife what he REALLY looked like (which, by the way, is GORGEOUS af?! Like who hurt you, Cupid?) They eventually overcome their odds and reunite. Eventually, Jupiter blesses Psyche with immortality, which allows them to live forever in their new life happily ever after. Ahhh… beautiful.

I encourage you to read the original story (or watch it on YT, do whatever you like :p) to pick up on any additional messages! Buuut that’s all I have for you lovely folks today.

Love and loads of light, sweet pea :)

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General vibe of your love story with your FS-

Reeeeally strongly coming in right off the bat, I feel like both you AND your FS will be turning a brand new leaf in your lives. Think a new job for one or both of you. A major relocation for one or both of you. A major relationship ending for one or both of you. You catch the drift, right?

It feels like y’all will be closing out a cycle and entering into a new era, so to speak. And in this new era, I sense that you'll keep mostly to yourself and aren't all that interested in anybody because you're still processing this BIG shift you just went through and you're reflecting a lot, drawing on your wisdom, staying in your lane. Ngl, you do feel vulnerable and raw too, which is probably why you seem to keep to yourself mostly during the time you might run into your FS. I sense the same from their end too.

You know what this is? Mutual healing. Your future spouse finds you at a time when you're in the dead center of healing and vice versa. You will both be the catalysts to each other's healing! How cool is that? And after y’all find stability in your journey together especially after navigating healing for so long… I see y’all being so comfortable and content and peaceful with one another 🥺 this makes my heart full!! Stop it! Ahhhhhh <3 The vibes are immaculate, it's giving 'comrades in the battlefield' kinda energy. Your FS will stick with you no matter what, literally. And that's the kind of loyalty many people only dream about. Love it 🤌🏾. Y’all will love each other's pain away 🥺😩. Ugh my heart can't take it anymore!

So… which Greek myth sums up YOUR love story with your FS the best?

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It’s the story of Odysseus and Penelope!

Now in the story of Odysseus and Penelope, both of them undergo significant changes and face major disruptions in their lives. Odysseus’s long journey home from the Trojan War and Penelope’s long period of waiting and dealing with suitors at home. BUT even in Odysseus's absence, Penelope remains faithful and focused on her own survival and household. Similarly, Odysseus endures many trials and tribulations. Both characters are found in a state of self-reflection in the face of personal challenges (in my humble opinion of course). Their reunion symbolizes mutual healing… both of our characters here show incredible loyalty and perseverance despite being apart for 20 years!

-Side note: on a completely different note, your story low key kinda reminds me of the story of James and Claire from Outlander >< shoutout to the Outlander fans hehehehe, I'm waiting for the 9th season to come out SO BAD ughhhh lmao-

I encourage you to read the original story (or watch it on YT, do whatever you like :p) to pick up on any additional messages for yourself! Annnnd that’s all I have for you lovely folks today.

Love and loads of light, sweet pea :)

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pile 3:

General vibe of your love story with your FS-

Ah.. my Pile number 3s.. you guys are afraid to love.. aren't you? You might be blocked off from your heart and as a result won’t be open to true reciprocal and healthy love for a WHILE. But then I see that the divine will enter your life in some way and shake you up in a big way to show you how you've been standing in your own way and keeping love at a distance.. I'm seeing the tower card in my third eye as I say this even though it hasn't come out for you today.

Ah, this is like a personal journey I see you taking before your FS comes in and swoops you off your pretty lil feet 🙃 tehe! Your energy seems quite mental to me. You love living in your head, thinking, planning, analyzing, and just knowing things. But this came at the grave cost of not being connected to your heart.. and when the divine intervenes and helps you connect to your heart again is when your FS comes in flying ✨.

Side note: Ooh.. suddenly I hear Lavender Haze by our queen Taylor Swift? Take that only if it resonates for you :]

But yea, I see you struggling and feeling out of control when all of this happens because you're used to being in control of things usually but now all of this has you a bit overwhelmed I'm ngl.. but you end up navigating this perfectly well! Yay! I'm glad haha 😅🫂👏🏾

So… which Greek myth sums up YOUR love story with your FS the best?

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The story of Pygmalion and Galatea!

Yup, just like how Pygmalion accidentally manifested Galatea, you kinda accidentally manifest your future spouse too (low key reeeal funny ngl). Because Pygmalion refused to love anybody, he sculpted out his perfect woman and fell in love with his creation. His deep affections attract the attention of you guessed it Aphrodite herself, and she decides to ahem intervene. She brings Galatea to life, which represents the transformation of Pygmalion's mental fixation (and emotional disconnection) TO emotional CONNECTION. How perfectly beautiful. Ugh. Love your story, Pile 3. Gosh.. who doesn't love their FS simply falling into their laps? Haha

I encourage you to read the original story (or watch it on YT, do whatever you like :p) to pick up on any additional messages! Soooo that’s all I have for you lovely folks today.

Love and loads of light, sweet pea :)

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mell0wjello · 8 months ago

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OK, i reeeeally like your writing style, so i'm going to make my first request 🫶

savanaclaw with a reader who, when they get nervous, do they end up cooking? as if it were a uncontrollable habit, yk? and what would happen if, one day, they got so nervous that they ended up having a big feast?

TYYY ANONN <333 Im loving the creativity of these requests so ofc !! I'm kind of scared of writing for Savanaclaw (some parts might be ooc) but I’ll do it just for you

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𝓛𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓪 𝓚𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼𝓬𝓱𝓸𝓵𝓪𝓻

Since Leona learned about your little habit, he’s been accepting what he can from you. He’s very picky. He won’t eat anything that’s been out for 2 days, and absolutely no veggies. Much to his dismay though, you keep bringing them to him, and you’ve joined in on Ruggie’s nagging to eat the dreaded items. He had to admit though, the way you prepared them made it much easier for him to keep down.

He takes what he can, and the leftovers go to Ruggie, who's always happy to get food on his plate. Savanaclaw was well-fed during exam seasons, and you also seemed much more relaxed when you brought over a few snacks. Leona enjoyed eating something other than cafeteria food, and the food you prepared was much tastier by a landslide.

Finals week rolled around, and Leona knew what this implied for you. As the only magic-less student on campus, there was pressure on you to uphold a decent grade. You'd stay all day holed up at Ramshackle, presumably studying, so Leona didn't care to interrupt you. As much as he avoided studying, he understood the stakes for you and let you be, although he advised you to take breaks in between.

That's why he didn't mind your text saying you'd be bringing dinner later. You'd finally decided to tear yourself away from the books and give yourself a break, so Leona left you on read as his way of giving you permission. A while later, there was a knock on his door. You were at his door, asking for him to come down. The smell of your cooking wafted into his dorm room and the sound of students chattering rang out from outside.

"What's that racket outside?" Leona stepped out and looked over at the lounge below, seeing half the dorm crowded around a table filled with a variety of different dishes, all still hot and fresh. He had to take a second to admire the incredible amount of food, threatening to rival the one at the royal palace.

"Oh," you said from behind him,

"I brought over dinner. Didn't I text you about it?"

Leona turned his eyes to you in subtle annoyance. You had joined his side and looked down at the lounge as well, a hint of pride glimmering in your eyes.

"Yes, you did but..." Leona groaned, pinching the space in between his furrowed brows. When you said you'd be bringing dinner, he didn't imagine it to blow to this proportion. Although part of him wanted to admonish you, he recognized no ill intent in your actions and besides, your tired demeanor had been wiped off your face when you knocked on his door. If this is what it took for you to finally return to your usual bubbly self, he decided he didn't mind.

"You really are a handful, you know that?" Leona sighed, making his way to join the rest of his dorm. You followed close behind him, jokingly urging him to quicken his step, or his dormmates would finish everything before he got there. Plenty of food and plenty of drinks were passed around that night, and lots of laughter and conversations were shared. There was enough food for everyone to eat their fill, and Leona ate quite a lot too. You were talking with Jack and Ruggie when you noticed the abnormal absence of a snarky comment.

You turned to look at Leona, but he wasn't in his seat. Instead, he was laying down on a nearby couch, arms thrown under his head, slowly falling asleep. The three of you had to hold back your laughter. Who would've thought that even Leona would get sleepy after a big meal? You sneaked in closer to him, looking how his chest began to rise and lower with his breath, and the small wrinkling of his nose. It was at times like these that you wished you still had your cellphone with you. The other two joined in. Ruggie sneaked his phone from his pocket, cautiously opening the camera to take a picture. As if sensing imminent danger, you and Jack stepped away. Ruggie was framing Leona’s sleeping expression, but his ears perked up and his eyes shot open.

All 3 of your hearts dropped simultaneously, feeling like prey cornered by your predatory upperclassman. In a moment of fight or flight, the three of you darted away, knowing deep down that you wouldn’t be able to outrun him, but still trying nonetheless to escape from peril.

𝓡𝓾𝓰𝓰𝓲𝓮 𝓑𝓾𝓬𝓬𝓱𝓲

Ruggie, for one, adored this little habit of yours. He loved having you around. Especially during big tests or events on campus, if you were there it meant that there was food on his plate. Such a good cook you were too! He’d get to try so many new things, and so much tastier and filling than dandelions.

Ruggie never minded at all when there was a knock at his door and he found you handing him a basket full of sweets and pastries. If it let you blow off steam and it kept his stomach full, he saw no reason for concern. Hell, he’d even come over to Ramshackle to ask for the food himself, even during seasons when your cooking habit was more or less controlled.

However, as much as he loved your cooking, even he was shocked when he came to Ramshackle today. He knew that lately you’d been feeling very nervous about the upcoming exams, and there was a constant flux of baskets coming to his dorm step. The outside of Ramshackle smelled like heaven on earth for Ruggie. He cheerfully knocked on your door as he always did, expecting the usual basket full of baked goods.

Instead, he was greeted by a grim figure resembling your usual image with a mixing bowl in hand. Dark circles rimmed your eyes and your normally lively skin was now ghastly pale, yet somehow you still stirred the bowl steadily. Ruggie choked on seemingly nothing and took a step back, thinking your habit had finally done you in and turned you into one of your roommates. The figure spoke in a bizarrely clear voice.

"Ruggie! Uh, you're here for your basket, right? Umm..." You laughed awkwardly, trying to come up with something to say.

The sound of your usual voice broke Ruggie out of his baffled state, allowing concern to set in.

"Prefect?! I barely recognized you! Did you sleep at all?" He spouted anxiously, but you seemed to hardly be fazed.

"Oh yeah... I couldn't really sleep," You said nervously.

"My hands kind of started moving on their own, and before I realized," you laughed a little more to alleviate the distress leaking into your voice. With a sigh, you gave in.

"Well, I think you'd better look at it yourself"

You opened the door and invited him in to reveal the lounge of Ramshackle, the sole table crowded with plate upon plate of mouth-watering dishes. Ruggie's eyes widened at the sight, his ears perked up and his tail began to wag side to side.

"It's a lot, and I still have some more in the kitchen. I don't really know what to do with it," you said admittedly.

"surely not even you could take all this?" You referred to Ruggie, who was still staring. There was so much. Too much. Not even he could handle all that. But…

“I’ll take it no problem” Ruggie claimed despite the doubt in your voice.

"What? Ruggie, this is way too much! You can't eat all this before half of it goes to waste."

"Who says it's for me? I can bring it back home. It'll keep granny and the other folks fed for days!" He countered, already heading to grab some of the plates from the table.

"Ohhh! You're right! We should probably get several baskets for this..." You said as you went into the kitchen, taking out a few baskets that you were planning on giving Ruggie later.

The both of you stuffed and wrapped as much food as you could and placed it into the baskets, overflowing each one. With a little help from magic, the both of you arrived at Savanaclaw carrying mountains of baskets, warranting the stares of some of the other dorm members. Ruggie didn’t mind though, he could only think about bringing all these goods back home as soon as possible.

𝓙𝓪𝓬𝓴 𝓗𝓸𝔀𝓵

Jack was a little anxious when he found out. At first, he thought that cooking might get in the way and such a task could potentially disturb your daily routine, although you seemed to manage it relatively fine and you were undeniably good at it. The Savanaclaw kitchen was a deserted place, so after talking with Leona, Jack would invite you over to use it instead since it was bound to be way nicer than Ramshackle's. He's doing it EXCLUSIVELY because he thinks it'll be putting their kitchen to better use. He'll never tell you it was out of concern.

Lending you his dorm kitchen also meant that he was allowed special access to all the baked goods you made. This was one of the reasons he decided to take that initiative too, although he would never admit it directly either. His tail was a different story though. The way it energetically wagged from side to side as you handed him a plate gave away everything you needed to know. At the end of the day, you were relieving your stress and he got to taste your cooking, so what was there not to like?

You came often to Savanaclaw, always busying away in the kitchen, but nowadays, you would spend the majority of your time in there. Jack took notice of this, and he also observed how you were more on edge and nervous lately. On a particularly stressful day for you, he peeked inside the kitchen to check up on you. There was an unfamiliar scent in the air. You were cutting up something on the counter, something you hadn't made yet. Jack curiously comes up to you.

“What’s that?” He asks, looking at the unknown dish you were preparing. It looked sort of odd, but it did smell good.

You smile at him lightly, a crease of melancholy tugging at the corner of your mouth.

“You wouldn’t know it,” you cut the last piece and add it to the plate, finishing the dish.

“It’s a little something I used to make back home. Rather, I tried my best to replicate it with what I have.” You say, pulling out 2 utensils from one of the drawers.

“Would you like to try some?” You ask Jack, who has unapologetically been following the plate with his eyes. He nods, and you hand him the other utensil. He quickly takes a bite, his face first showing subtle confusion, quickly followed by an expression of satisfaction.

You giggle, relieving some of the sadness you felt. You hand the boy the plate, happy at your successful attempt of imitating such a comforting dish. Your hands move on their own as you talk to him again,

“Lately I’ve been feeling real homesick. I suppose I just wanted something to alleviate that feeling.” Your hands reach for some fruits and you place them on the cutting board.

Jack listens to you, looking back at the plate and at your working hands. He sets the now empty plate on the sink, washing it along with his hands, and comes over to you.

“What can I do to help?”

You turn to the beastman by your side, giving him a confused look.

“Help me with what?” You ask, resting the knife on the board.

“Well, you’re feeling down right now,” Jack replied honestly. He continues,

“And you’re always cooking stuff for us so…” Jack averted his gaze and crossed his arms, but you could see some pink rise to his cheeks as he spoke.

“I figured the least I could do is help you with it.”

Your face softened into a smile, although Jack's was flustered. Suppose that if he knew how to use a knife and stir, he could be of use in the kitchen.

"Sure! Here's what you can do." You hand him a couple of ingredients and you take out measuring cups. You run Jack through the basic steps of making a traditional dish from your country as he listens intently. You glance back from your own duties every now and to give pointers and see that Jack, although clumsy at times, is doing a fine job. Soon enough, you give him instructions for another task, then another, and another. Before any of you realize it, you're surrounded by pots and plates full of food. You're stirring one of the pans sitting on the stove when you feel Jack tap you on the shoulder.

"You done?" You ask, thinking that he's done with boiling the veggies, but instead, he gives you a concerned response.

"Prefect... I think we've been at it for too long" He motions for you to look at the rest of the kitchen. You follow his nod with a gasp to see the entire space filled with way too much food for just the two of you.

"Oh, shit" you muttered under your breath. What were you going to do with all of this?

"Leona's going to be mad if he finds this" Your mind raced at the thought of how pissed Leona would be if a herbivore like you was making a mess in his kitchen.

Jack proposed, "Do you think we could give this out without him finding out?". It wasn't a bad idea.

"Hmm. Do you think your dormmates will eat this?" You looked at the food. It was nothing regional, that's for sure. You wondered if they'll like recipes from another world.

"Yeah! They'll eat anything really, especially Ruggie." Jack grinned at you, showing off his canines.

The both of you got to work, sectioning off everything into trays that would be easy to hand out and leaving a little bit of food for the both of you as well. You set out to knock on rooms to deliver the food. Once that task was done, you could go back to the kitchen to enjoy what was left. Everything tastes so much better when you're proud of what you've cooked.

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dragon-ascent · 3 months ago

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Hi! First of all I'd like to thank you for your scenarios with our beloved Li, it's really comforting to read your stories, so please keep doing it! ❤️

Also, I was thinking about having a swim in a lake with dragon-form zhongli. Maybe he starts off a little mischievous and playful, trying to splash you/play sharks with his beloved, but then maybe he starts reeeeally teasing them and making them flustered while in his human form. How do you think he would behave?

Thank you again! You're amazing!!

I've let this one stew for like a year, so sorry for the wait! And thank you! ♡

It's a lovely day, so what's better than spending it by swimming in the lake with your husband? Swimming with him in his dragon form, of course! There's nobody around, so Zhongli is more than welcome to relax in all his adeptal glory, gliding around in the water with his beloved.

His smooth glides turn erratic soon enough - having quickly had enough of the tranquility, he splashes you, his body mass turning the splashes into straight-up miniature tsunamis for you. You erupt in a fit of giggles, desperately trying to avoid your husband's torrential onslaught.

"You're going to make me sopping wet!" you squeal, swimming away as fast as you can.

"You are already wet, darling," rumbles your dragon husband in hot pursuit. "I am simply hastening the process." He reaches a claw out and gently pulls you to him, licking you with all his usual affection he's inclined towards when he's like this.

"Eek!" Squirming out of his grip, you swim off. "Come catch me again!" you squeal, and your darling doesn't need to be told twice.

He submerges his great head underwater until only his golden eyes are visible on the surface, slithering dangerously to you like a water serpent. There's nowhere to run or hide, and your legs are starting to tire out from all the kicking, so you submit to your fate a little too fast this time. Zhongli gleefully rises from the water and gently clamps his jaw on your shoulder.

"No fair," you whine, wriggling in vain, "you're only able to catch me because you're big."

"Very well." Zhongli morphs back into his human form with ease, the same amber gaze holding your own. "I shall tip the scales to make things fairer."

Now somewhat satisfied, you once again take off in the water, swimming as fast as you can. Your movements are sluggish from exhaustion, however, but surely your husband feels the same?

Much to your chagrin, though, it seems like Zhongli's change of form hinders absolutely nothing for him: he's hot on your tail, gaining on you with every expert stroke only a god can manage...and before you can raise the white flag of surrender, he hooks an arm under your thigh and pulls you toward himself.

"Caught you, pretty one," he whispers into your ear, his other arm wrapping around your bare waist, fingers splayed in an almost possessive fashion. "Even after the scales have been tipped." His lips ghost over the shell of your ear, sending shivers down your spine. Zhongli notices this and, smiling, asks, "Shall I warm you up? You appear to be feeling rather cold, dearest."

"I - I'm good, thanks..." you murmur, heating up, gasping softly when he kisses your collarbone.

"All right." He lets you go, and you find yourself missing the contact immediately after it.

You wait until you feel like top form again, watching as Zhongli languidly floats along on the water. "One more time," you tell him, "try and catch me now before I reach the other side."

Kicking off from the bank, you rocket along in the water, arms and legs working in tandem to prove you can outswim your lover. But the lake doesn't stretch on forever, and before you can reach the other side, you chance a glance behind you.

There's nothing there. You stop, your brow furrowing. There's no sign of him. You peek underwater, too, and still nothing, just the blurry scene of aquatic plant-life.

"Zhongli?" you call when you resurface, wondering if he's already gotten out of the water. Aww, man...hopefully he saw how fast and cool you were before he-

A pair of arms lays claim on your hips, slowly spinning you around to face Zhongli whose smile crinkles his eyes, an innocent expression compared to the way his hands explore your skin.

"Oh...oh my..." you breathe, hooking your legs around his waist as his hand finds purchase in your hair, tugging it slightly so he can access your neck. "Was I...was I at least a fast swimmer..?"

He trails gentle kisses along your skin, rendered shiny and glistening thanks to the water. "Quite fast, yes. I was impressed." You moan softly at his tender touches, wrapping your arms around him. His tail is still out--did he ever even put it away?--and he coils it around your thigh, the little tuft of softness at the end caressing your leg sensually.

Toying with the elastic of your swimwear, he smiles into your skin. "Come now, dear, I would like to claim my prize."

#sini answers #zhongli #genshin impact #zhongli x reader #fluff #drabble #sini writes #suggestive

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chimerafeathers · 2 months ago

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the concept of intentional boredom/tedium in video games is very much a "your mileage may vary" kind of thing and i go back and forth about it in different situations. where does it work? where does it feel earned/worth the mental toll? why am i gonna play a game that is trying to make me miserable?

i can understand this not being the case for everyone (ymmv, after all) but for ISaT i was so fucking fully on board with the repetitive tedium of it all. rubbing my grubby little hands together and going yesssss, yesssssss, make my immersive gameplay experience directly emulate the exact frustrations and anxieties and mind-numbing breakdowns of the player character. remind me, at every turn, the toll this would take on the person living it. make me live their inner monologue before it's ever verbalized on screen.

how strong you feel, compared to the party you're inevitably leaving behind, how weak they seem now. how annoying it is to cut down these same enemies again and again, always pointlessly getting in your way (oh, how convenient that Siffrin feels the same way so intensely that you can get an item that lets him scare them off by sheer force of will before they attack you!). since when was the King's battle--so terrifying, so impossible before--so easy? can't this go faster? you've heard this all before.

let me skip ahead, loop around, treat my character my body Siffrin as disposable, take the fast and easy way to reach the next goal when you're on the verge of an exciting breakthrough, this loop doesn't matter anyway. but ohh, this next loop might be The One, better do this one right and follow the script to perfection. make all the jokes and say all the right things to get the lovely bonding dialogue so you can carry the Best Version of Everyone through to the end. that'll give you the Good Ending, right? can't hurt to try, right? you don't really believe it but this time will fix everything, right?

how generous and wonderful to have so many shortcuts at hand! dissociating zoning out to skip repetitive dialogue, splitting your head open on a rock slipping on a banana peel in the town to loop right to the floor you need, suuuuurely all of this stuff is purely for the Player's Convenience and won't have any psychological impact on our dear protagonist such that it gets slammed back into the player's face as a stomach-dropping reminder that someone's moment-to-moment experience in this time loop still matters, still carries over, still gets riddled with scars even if they can't be seen!

i've played & watched enough games that trivialize/hand-wave game mechanics that it's pretty easy to detach myself from the minutiae of video game decision-making. "this input gets the Good Response" -> "i will continue doing this input." "this option will be more efficient" -> "might as well save some time then." but this game would not let me stop thinking about consequence.

picking Siffrin's favorite food makes them happy! :) it's also the option that makes Bonnie the happiest! yay! -> i keep picking their favorite food -> Siffrin gradually grows sick of something that once brought him joy -> oh. right. that...makes sense, huh.

okay i asked the King what i needed, mann there won't be any tears after the fight is over so i'll have to do the whole ending scene again and that takes a while and i reeeeally wanna talk to Loop, maybe i'll just lose on purpose this time -> OH. RIGHT. THIS IS MAYBE THE MOST PAINFUL WAY FOR SIFFRIN TO DIE BOTH PHYSICALLY AND EMOTIONALLY HUH. -> never gonna do that again actually!!!!! the ending isn't that long!!!!

banana peel time! we've got places to be and mysteries to solve! -> (you're a living comedy sketch.) (you wonder if you'll ever be able to smell bananas again without wanting to vomit.) -> i'm sorry i'm sorry i'm sorry i'm sorry

it's always cute to see Isabeau's reactions! pick the options that make him blush :3 -> (disgusting. manipulative. it's no wonder he thinks he likes you, you made him feel that way.) -> i'm sorry i'm sorry i'm sorry siffrin NO he liked you before any of this happened please don't think of yourself that way--

maybe it won't hit the same for every player (what game can expect to do that?) but holy fuck it hit for me. the way the mechanics let you fall into familiar gamey rhythms but constantly, constantly remind you that this is Siffrin's life you're playing with. the way you end up perfectly in step in the worst ways. muscle memory and habit built up so well that you both stumble when something changes. devastating and delicious

#isat #mypost #long post #isat spoilers #in stars and time #isat meta #in stars and time spoilers #cw sui mention #cw sh mention #love when a game is a story that could never be told as anything but a game without losing something of its impact #when it makes the player complicit in its story through their choices whether they mean to cause harm or not #putting my head in my hands.

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greenwitchfeeder · 2 months ago

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hiiii your kink writing is amazing!!! I’m a shy little lesbian and v v new to all this and am not into gaining, but I reeeeally like the idea of a girl getting all bloated up from drinking too much and then another girl starts rubbing her belly, and then the girl rubbing her gets so unexpectedly turned on that they make out; if you ever wanted to write anything like that, me and my little round belly would be forever in your debt 😳

Sorry I'm getting to this so late! I'm taking a few liberties with the scenario so bare with me!

"Hey Katie, did you see this stupid new TikTok challenge?" Your roommate Jess called out to you from her bunk bed. You were complete opposites when you first met a couple years ago, but you've both rubbed off on each other a little. You were always strict about your diet and exercise and were always top of your class. On the other hand, Jess was a total punk and party animal. She helped you let loose and enjoy your time in college, and you helped her focus and do better in classes. All the time you both spent partying led to you developing a slight muffin top over your once-toned abs, but it's nothing compared to Jess's naturally curvy, yet chubby body.

"Oh, you mean the one where you have to chug a two-liter of soda without burping? What about it?" you replied.

"I think we should do it, it seems like fun!" Jess looked at you from her bed with a crazy look in her eyes that let you know her mind had been made up. Once she was set on doing something with you, she would never let up. That was how she got you to start going to parties in the first place.

"Ugh, you're not going to let me out of this, are you?"

"Nope!" She replied, chuckling to herself, and started working her way down the ladder. "I already got the soda too," she said as her bunk bed creaked under her weight.

"Crap, I was planning on distracting her at the store so I wouldn't have to do this," you thought to yourself. It seems like she was one step ahead of you this time.

"Wait, you're going to actually film it are you?" you ask as she pulls out two bottles of coke from the fridge.

"Of course I am! It's going to be so funny watching you struggle with this," Jess replied, setting up her phone in the ring light she used from time to time to make thirst traps.

"What makes you think I'm going to struggle?" She always knows how to get under your skin and goad you into a challenge. You know you're falling for her tricks again, but you just can't help yourself. It's like she has a power over you.

"Because of all the times I shotgunned a beer faster than you! Now hurry up and get over here." She said as she pressed record on her phone. She sat on the couch with a bottle in each hand and gestured for you to sit next to her. Reluctantly you did and looked at the camera in fear for what was about to happen. There's no way you'll be able to finish the whole thing but you have to at least try now.

"Okay, ready? 3...2...1...Go!" She yells. You raise the bottle to your lips and brace yourself. You close your eyes and feel the sticky sweet liquid crackle and pop on its way down your throat and rest like a balloon in your belly. The more you drink, the more you can feel your belly expanding against the gym shorts that fit you last year but now your muffin top peaks over the waistband. How much more can fit? You already feel like you're stretched to your limits. From the depths of your gut, you feel something gurgling and know that you've hit a wall. You set the bottle down, choke down the last liquid left in your mouth and let it out:

BUUUUUUUUURP

"I guess I failed the challenge," you think to yourself. The pressure in your belly distracts you from paying attention to your surroundings, but you are snapped out of your bubbly daze by the sound of a loud gasp and the crinkling of a plastic bottle. You expected this to be followed by gloating, but instead, you only hear the sounds of your roommate's moans.

You look over and see Jess struggling to unsnap the button to her black ripped jeans as her belly pushes the waistband to its limits. You try to help her but the bloating in your own belly is inhibiting your movement and making you uncoordinated. When you finally reach her waist, you can barely pull the fabric, it's stretched so tight. After messing with it for a couple seconds, the fabric finally gives and releases the flood of fat into your hands. Jess takes a deep breath as the pressure on her bloated belly eases.

Instinctively, you start to rub her belly to help ease her pressure. Even under the layers of pudge, you can feel how tight her stomach is. She'd put on more weight in the past year than you realized. When you met she had been a little chunky, but now she was turning into a full on fat girl. The way her fat body swayed and shifted with the movement of your hands mesmerized you. You can't help but continue to squeeze and grab her body and watch her fat squish through your fingers. It was like an addiction. Grabbing one hand full of fat on her bloated belly felt so good that you had to grab another handful. The belly rubs were turning into grabs and gropes without you even realizing. Jess's breathing is heavy and interrupted by moans as she comes to terms with the amount of bubbly liquid resting in her body. The only thing that snaps you out of your daze was the sound of her loud burp as she finally release some of the gas trapped in her gut.

"Hey, um, you can let go of my belly now weirdo," Jess said, smirking at you. Your face flushed as you realized what you were doing. Why were you so obsessed with her belly? "Oh my God, my bloated fat belly is turning you on, isn't it you little pervert!" She had a huge grin on her face, knowing she just found powerful ammunition against you.

"N-n-noo, it's not like that!" You stammered as you tried to save face. "I was just trying to he..." your plea was cut short by Jess tackling you and pinning you to the couch. You can feel her belly pressed up against your much more narrow frame. Even though you are also bloated past your limits, you can't help but feel immense pleasure and let out a loud moan while putting your hands on her belly.

"I always knew you were kinky buried under all that preppy bullshit. It's okay, touch my belly. You know you want to." She was right, you did want to. After groping her belly a few times you slide your hands to her love handles and squeeze them a few times. As you do so, Jess leans in to kiss your neck. She kisses you gently at first, but as you grab and squeeze her bloated body harder, she responds and kisses you harder in between burps. Her burps send shivers down your spine and get you even more lost and exploring her body with your hands. "I think I just broke your brain, didn't I" Jess whispered in your ear. "I'm going to torture you with this from now on"

#wg fantasy #wg text #feedee text #bloated gut #bloating kink #feedee piggy #feedee belly #feedee feeder #feedee girl

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redr0sewrites · 2 years ago

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having some dan heng thoughts........

he doesnt go into rut or anything, but he has a reeeeally high sex drive and hes good at hiding it. so if youre having a convo or chatting with someone hes gonna act all composed but the moment youre alone he'll cram his cock(s) into your hole(s) and plow you like theres no tomorrow. BONUS POINTS IF HES WHINIER THAN USUAL!!!

- liz (ive been holding onto this because i thought im sending too many requests HELP)

AAA LIZ!!!! THERE IS NO SUCH THING AS SENDING IN TOO MANY REQS PLS SEND MORE I NEED MORE HSR REQS!!! <3 dan heng is sooo delicious

🥀CW: smut, ehibitionism, switch/soft dom dan heng, imbibitor lunae!dan heng, marking, dirty talk, overall filth

🥀 minors dni

dan hengs tail swung sharply through the air, the only giveaway in his usually stoic demeanor. his horns glowed faintly as he stared down the person talking to you both. while others may have seen him as calm, you knew exactly what your boyfriend wanted.

you politely excused the both of you, and began to walk away, farther down the street with dan heng right at your heels. the minute you both turned the corner, he harshly grabbed you and practically dragged you to the nearest alleyway. it had been far too long since he had touched you, and his dragonic instincts had already taken over. he had barely managed to contain his lust when talking to that stranger, and now here you both were, alone, with one idea in mind.

"off. now." dan heng tugged at your clothes, pulling your shirt down from your shoulder to reveal your skin. he immediately began to press hot, messy kisses to your neck, ghosting his teeth over your collarbone to your shoulder. your breath hitched, and he bit down hard.

"slow down dumbass" you mumbled, trying to pull away so you could continue removing your shirt. dan heng whined in response and the both of you seperated long enough to remove your clothes before he practically pounced on you, shoving you against the wall and picking you up.

"i need you... need you so bad..." dan heng was muttering as he began to press sloppy kisses to your neck and shoulders, grinding against you fervently. suddenly he pulled away a little, aligning himself with your weeping hole.

you moaned, feeling him rubbing against your entrance. dan heng groaned in response, kissing you roughly and nipping at your lower lip. suddenly, he pushed into you, the both of you moaning in pleasure as he filled you.

"aeons, your so tight- its like your hole was made for my cock, augh~ made for me-" dan heng bit down on your shoulder so hard you were sure he drew blood, and you let out a wanton moan as his hips snapped against yours.

a small bulge formed in your stomach with each harsh thrust, you dragged his hand down to press on it. dan heng moaned as he felt the small bump grow with each thrust.

"mm~ taking me so well, need you so bad-" he was cut short by another loud moan, his hole body trembling in pleasure. the both of you were nearing your orgasms, and the pleasure was overwhelming.

"please- please i'm so close" he gasped, the sound of skin slapping against skin and loud moaning made it incredibly obvious what you both were doing, yet you couldn't find the energy to care.

"me too- ngh~ cum inside, please-" at your words, dan heng seemed to grow feral. his tail moved to wrap tightly around your thigh, and he slammed deeper into you as your hips stuttered to keep up.

"o-oh, aeons~" dan heng let out a needy sob, and at the same time the coil in your stomach snapped as your release tumbled through you. dan heng gave a few more needy thrusts, prolonging both of your highs as you both took shaky breaths.

dan heng pulled out of you slowly, a ring of sticky release coated the base of his cock. the both of you were soaked in your own release, and dan heng pressed a soft kiss to the skin on your neck he had previously marked. you sigh contentedly, pulling away to look at how ruined you both looked.

"wanna go home and continue this?"

bro i feel like this sucks im so sorry😭 i am actually so tired im still getting over being sick so it took me a while to get to this request again IM SO SORRYYYYY BUT FEEL FREE TO SEND IN MORE REQS LIZ!!!!!! I LOVE UR REQS!!!!!!!

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dr1lldash · 27 days ago

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random headcanons

sloan snores. some nights it's like a train in your bed, some nights it's like a faint white noise machine. really just depends

egyptian mythology kid for sure, but they went feral over roman, greek, norse, aztec and canadian mythology as well

they were told in high school that they needed to get braces but they went off with the wayfinders society like six months later so they still have a slight overbite

if you ask them what their favorite ice cream flavor is they will tell you it's rocky road, and they do love rocky road but nothing is better than vanilla for them

somewhat similarly they'll always say their favorite bird is the rock dove (and they really do like rock doves) but they have a soft spot for canaries

they pierced their eyebrow themself (badly) in high school and their grandma made them take it out (not bc it was pierced, but because it looked reeeeally bad) and they got it done again as a 24th birthday present to themself

their parents (or at least one) were/are anthropologists and that's why they moved around so much. sloan thought that people were cool but was more interested in what people left behind than who they were socially

they weren't in iceland or singapore long enough to get fluent in either of their languages but they did pick a bit up. it's been a while now, and any time they try to speak icelandic there's a little malay mixed in and vice versa

adhd. technically they were diagnosed as a kid but they never went on meds and by now they've forgotten that they have it. they wonder why coffee makes them sleepy half the time but just shrug it off and assume it happens to everyone

their grandma gave them a book of 1,000 puns for their birthday as a kid and they still have it. they're trying to memorize all of them

their hair is naturally curly but they've been brushing it since they were a kid and just think it's unruly now

#1 pluto defender. no i will not elaborate

they do have more tattoos than the flames on their neck. they got something to represent their family when they turned 18 (i'm thinking it would be on their bicep, no idea what it would actually be though) and immediately they were like "oh my god that's so cool. i wanna do it again" and their neck tat was number two done like a month later

had a hot wheels phase as a kid. technically never left the hot wheels phase

u know that voice line with illari where they give her a friendship bracelet? 1) summer camp kid. 2) they taught her how to make friendship bracelets after that and now they wear it under their coat every day

they can't swim well but they can swim. doggy paddle counts as swimming, right?

they prefer sweet food over savory food and LOVE when candies are a little spicy. low low low sour tolerance though

edited to add: little spoon by nature but will happily big spoon if requested (if you fall asleep spooning they will somehow be the little spoon by the time you wake up)

#cause it's been 100 years since i posted #some of these are me projecting yes #ow #honeybunch #venture overwatch #this is so not put together but #they have like no lore so all of this could be canon and we won't find out until like season 50 at the earliest

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beauty-and-passion · 21 days ago

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TMA - Chapters 121-130: Questionable business plans

Welcome back, everyone, to my reaction posts to season 4 of TMA.

The previous one ended with a bang, so let’s see if this one starts with a bang too.

I think it will.

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Season 4 Teaser

WHY, WHY DOES THIS SEASON START BY MAKING ME WORRY ABOUT MARTIN?

Why does it sound like he’s going to sacrifice himself to some evil entity to save everyone? And why do I fear that the evil entity is The Lonely and Peter Lukas is doing evil things in the back?

Great way to start, I’m terrified for Martin now.

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MAG 121 - Far Away

Oooh, that surely is a start!

First, I wondering who the fuck this Oliver guy was… then he clarified he used the name Antonio Blake back then and I remembered it. So I checked and here he was: MAG 11, the guy who dreamt of Gertrude’s death and the evil tendrils of The Eye. Nice to see him coming back again to talk to an Archivist about their death. Again.

This makes me think: has this guy been touched by The Eye, perchance? He gets prophetic knowledge in his dreams and can “see” what will happen in the future. Can this be considered a form of knowledge related to The Eye?

If that’s the case, this would make this statement even cooler because, for the first time, we have two servants of The Eye interacting. How cool it would be, to find someone with a slightly different form of the same power you hold?

(And no, Elias doesn’t count as a “servant of The Eye”, because he’s clearly closer than any other, hence why I think he’s more like his embodiment/high priest/avatar/whatever.)

Point Nemo! That instantly rang a familiar bell because I already knew about it. Hence, I suppose a lot of the things previously mentioned were taken from the real world and I just didn’t know about them. I wonder how many I missed.

This statement is also very interesting because Oliver tried to escape from his power. He even managed to do it, for a while. But the closer he got to Point Nemo, the more he felt it lurking around, until it emerged again.

This reminds me of Tim, who tried to escape from the Archives/the Power by moving to Malaysia. But while he couldn’t stay away for much longer, Oliver managed to escape for months.

Sure, his “death prophet power” was still lurking in his dreams - also, he was approaching it without realizing it, so maybe that’s what made the difference: Tim tried to sever a tie, while Oliver didn’t really do it.

And then, the best part:

Wut?

So he got… a second chance? The End was so kind to let him out alive because why not? Or was it all just a big, huge, colossal dream? A way for The Eye to tell him: “Do you reeeeally want to go to Point Nemo? Well, this is what would happen.”?

Honestly, I’m still not exactly sure why I’m here, but you know better than anyone how the spiders can get into your head. Easier to just do what she asks.

Oh, and of course there are spiders too. Glad to see The Web coming around, I suppose it’s time to see the spider lady again.

Oliver tells Jon to make his choice… and that’s enough to bring him back to life? Or did Oliver give him a free “get out of jail” card?

This season is going to be intense.

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MAG 122 - Zombie

My bad, Oliver wasn’t an avatar of The Eye, but an avatar of The End. Well, he was (is?) a death prophet after all, so I suppose it makes more sense he’s related to that god.

But wait, does that mean The End works with The Eye? Since, you know, Oliver came both times to tell Gertrude first and Jon now about their deaths. Or was it just Oliver’s decision to help the Archivists?

Oh, so the tape recorders truly appear by magic! I was starting to suspect it when they turned randomly on, now I’m sure: they are a way for The Eye to know everything and magically appear around the Archivist as soon as there’s something worth knowing. Wonderful.

So we have Jon, waking up after a six-month coma as if nothing. He even asks “Why, what’s wrong?” as if getting up all ready to go is perfectly normal.

But hey, Jon isn’t a normal human anymore and Basira knows too, considering she didn’t bring any food or clothes, just a statement: the only thing that can help Jon now.

And so it did. A random statement about a gal being surrounded by zombies (which I suppose were actually creepy dolls related to The Stranger) and Jon is back to his old self, full of strength and ready to come back to work.

Speaking of work, it’s very telling that, for the first time, he doesn’t record a statement by saying he’s the “Head Archivist of the Magnus Institute”. Now, he’s just “the Archivist”. It looks like Jon fully embraced his role and what it entails - i.e. being a servant/avatar of The Eye.

This reminds me of Elias’ statement about Jon’s dreams and how, when he looked up at the big Eye, he felt complete.

Does that mean Jon died in the Unknowing and he’s now back as a full avatar of The Eye? Sure, I’m glad he’s alive… but as he says, this isn’t probably good.

I can’t believe it. Daisy died off-screen.

But never say never. A small part of me still thinks she’s somewhere. Until I see her body, I won’t believe she died.

I’m devastated. My favorite bad bitch is in jail now.

Sure, it’s hilarious that he found a way to do nothing as always, but I already miss how funny he was. Elias come back soon, I need more of your lazy bastard vibes <3

And yep, now Peter Lukas is interim director. And that doesn’t scare me at all, nope nope.

Really, I don’t understand why he scares so much, but I suppose it’s a mix of:

The good vibes. He’s too friendly for being Elias’ bestie and an avatar of an evil god.

I don’t know what The Lonely does exactly, but the people involved with it disappeared, so it doesn’t seem like a nice god.

Martin is working with him and I fear for my favourite man. Also because THE GODDAMN TRAILER SCARED ME SO MUCH WHAT’S GONNA HAPPEN TO MARTIN, PLEASE LET HIM LIVE.

Basira keeps repeating that “a lot happened” and I am scared of what happened. What the fuck did Peter Lukas do?

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MAG 123 - Web Development

Considering this title, I bet the spider lady is involved.

And I was right. The statement is about the spider lady’s new business plan, which goes as follows:

Find a simple, meek web developer who will do anything you ask

Build a website with a title that already tells people: “I’m going to eat you.”

Collect people’s stories like a wannabe Archivist

If the stories are nice, kill the designated victim

If the stories sucks, kill the author / make them part of the spider gang

Profit, I suppose?

Even Jon is a bit confused by this business plan, but luckily for him, he’s surrounded by kind, gentle and totally calm people ready to talk to him.

Like, you know, Melanie who tries to kill him on the spot.

And since the good news keep on coming, Basira offers us a wonderful recollection of the changes that occurred since Peter Lukas’ arrival:

Melanie saved everyone from The Flesh’s attack by becoming a serial killer and now she’s mentally unstable.

No one has seen Peter Lukas except for Martin, who is working closely with him.

Is Peter claiming Martin as a servant of The Lonely? I thought The Web was going to claim him! Sorry spider lady, you should’ve come sooner.

Peter Lukas takes his new job very seriously: if someone doesn’t follow his orders, he straight up makes them disappear. Elias doesn’t sound so bad now, uh? All he wanted was to do nothing all day, feed Mr. Eye and keep everyone around. He even tried to save Tim, despite the “DEAD” sign on his head!

Last but not least: The Eye was the only Power that hadn’t performed a ritual yet. Hence, all the others decided to wreck its plans by attacking all its servants.

Revenge is a dish best served in front of a godly know-it-all.

That means I was right: the Watcher's Crown will be the final boss of season 5 and Jon will have to find a way to stop it - maybe by retracing Gertrude’s steps again and finding out how she was supposed to stop it, considering she knew how to deal with it.

Speaking of that: what if this was Gertrude’s plan? To wreck all rituals and put all gods against each other, by forging rivalries and grudges? So, when the time would come, she wouldn’t be the one to stop the Watcher’s Crown, but all other gods would do that for her?

What if she literally chose the dividi et impera strategy?

I think it would work perfectly. Why?

Gertrude probably knew that, by the time they reached the ritual, The Eye’s power would be too strong for her to oppose it. Therefore, she made sure to piss every other god off, so they would intervene and stop The Eye in her place.

The plan works in the long run: by putting all gods against each other, they would constantly prevent each other from getting enough power to perform another ritual in the future.

Gertrude wakes up and chooses violence, so what better plan that this?

Theory aside, the Watcher’s Crown is the perfect final boss from a writing perspective too. The story ends with the last ritual, the final big enemy. Stopping it means closing a loop, started long ago by Gertrude: all rituals are stopped, the world is saved once again. No loose threads / other rituals to worry about for a couple of centuries at least.

The only problem, is that this makes Jon’s death more likely to happen. After all, what better trope than the hero who saves the world by sacrificing himself?

There are only two little problems in this plan:

There is a second series after TMA and the characters may or may not be the same - so maybe we need Jon for The Magnus Protocol.

I like Jon and I don’t want him to die.

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MAG 124 - Left Hanging

… it’s about Simon Fairchild, isn’t it?

Yes, it’s him. The fucker who wakes up and chooses violence.

Unlike Jon, who isn’t a fan of the guy, I kinda like him. I mean, he’s just a theatrical fucker who picks random people and plays with them in weirdly stupid ways.

I mean, his plan literally was:

Find a random guy and his mother

Get up on a cable car up on a mountain

Stop the cable car midway

Swan-dive out

Come back to knock at the cable car, waiting for the guy and his mom to stick a piece of their skin out

Profit?

He’s a random bitch, I like his weirdness.

Martin! My man Martin! He’s alive, thank God! I can almost cry, it’s so nice to see him again.

And it’s so heartbreaking to hear him being so cold and distant. He’s clearly doing this to save everyone because Martin is my man and the trailer hinted that and I love him so much-

And yes, I noticed how Jon is starting to feel something for him. The way he ran to meet him, how he tried to keep him around and talk, how he asked about his hobbies… Jon is feeling something and I am so happy for him and sad because Martin is being so distant… urgh, the slow burn is tangible and I love it <3

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MAG 125 - Civilian Casualties

Jon is fascinated by The Slaughter. Sure, the idea of “is there control or it’s just mindless violence?” is interesting, but The Slaughter is… well, slaughtering and that’s it. At least Simon Fairchild throws a bit of theatrical in it.

Oh wonderful. Now every time Jon goes out, he’s stalked by the People’s Church of the Divine Host and The Web. I suppose the first ones are servants of The Eye, so there shouldn’t be any problem. Or maybe they’re against The Eye? While the second one tried to claim him when he was a child, so I suppose… is back to finish the job? A bit too late, spider lady.

Oh. Oooh. OOOH.

So Melanie’s violence is not just because she’s a woman and, like every other woman in this series, wakes up and chooses violence. The fucking bullet stuck in her leg is still infecting her.

Of course the bullet should’ve caused some issue. She was shot by a goddamn ghost, the bullet can’t be normal either.

So, what’s Jon’s plan?

To perform some DIY surgery on her. While she sleeps. With some local anesthetic.

Jon. My dear Jon. How the fuck did you think it would go, mh? I know you tried to help, but it was the stupidest idea I’ve ever heard of. For being the avatar of a godly know-it-all, your patron isn’t doing a great job at helping you.

Sorry, I forgot your patron’s embodiment is Elias. Of course it does nothing helpful.

And Basira was both crazy enough to hear this plan and go: “Sure, Eye-boy. I’ll help you” and great enough to save his ass again - thus ascending to the role of savior of this series and Jon’s official protector. I mean, she spends more time saving his ass than doing anything else.

I hope that, at least, this stupid plan worked and Melanie will feel much better very soon.

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MAG 126 - Sculptor’s Tool

Oh, so we got a statement regarding the Worker-in-Clay Michael mentioned regarding the Great Twisting. Pretty fine, at least now we know all the work on Sannikov Land has been made by using clay.

What really matters here is Martin’s part. A very cryptic part in which we don’t really understand anything, except that:

Tapes are back, only because Jon is back too. So… are the tapes an appendix of him? And they missed him? Okay, that’s surprisingly cute. Now I want a fanart of Jon, with tape recorders following him around like loyal puppies.

Peter and Martin have a plan to give Martin power - I suppose The Lonely’s power?

Having this power will make Martin able to “balance between the two”. Two what?

Elias isn’t just lazy in his life: he has been lazy with the ritual too - and that is somehow related to Martin trying to get this power and save everyone in the meantime?

Why the fuck is Peter Lukas helping? What could he possibly get? If he tried his ritual and failed like the others, why isn’t he seeking vengeance against The Eye? Or is he actually seeking vengeance, by helping Martin with this secret plan?

Martin needs evidence for his plan. What kind of evidence? About how to connect to The Lonely? About how to stop the rituals? About the nature of the Powers?

And most importantly: we find out that Peter Lukas is a boomer. Martin is all like: “You sure you don’t want to learn? It’s simple I can teach you”, while Peter shows all of his old age, by saying he doesn’t get computers, he’s too old, those young people and their technology, back in my days, get off my lawn.

Peter Lukas, avatar of an evil god of loneliness, mysterious creepy horror master, too old to get technology.

That’s kinda funny, I’ll admit it.

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MAG 127 - Remains to be Seen

Millbank Penitentiary is back! I checked because MAG 41 is from one lifetime ago and yep, the Archives are built on top of part of this prison. And the prison was built by following the concept of the Panopticon.

On a scale from 1 to 10, how involved was The Eye? 20, at least.

The statement per se is about this doctor who was sent by Jonah Magnus to visit Albrecht von Closen, who is not feeling well at all. Considering that he

picked some books from an old tomb

says things like: “I do not read the books. They read me”

knows terrifying stories that are draining him

I assume all these books were Leitners. And apparently Jonah Magnus stole these books before they brought them back to the old tomb. Somehow. Most definitely, by using some Eye powers.

Oh Jon, it’s nice your faith in humanity, but it was clear Jonah Magnus knew something about the books and the evil gods. It’s clear he came in contact with The Eye somehow, built the Archives in a place centered around looking, vision and knowledge and started to gather this evil, supernatural knowledge… I don’t know, probably because he’s a bitch. And that’s just his questionable business plan.

It’s the Watcher’s Crown, isn’t it? This goddamn ritual will take place 200 years after the foundation of the Institute. It’s what an organized, clever god centered around knowledge and years and facts would do.

Oh, so Jon basically didn’t just survive the Unknowing: he survived a building falling on top of him, injuries scar up fast and, of course, let’s not forget the forbidden knowledge. He’s definitely not a human anymore. Still love him like a son. He’s my boy and if he still acts like a human, he is.

STILL ACTING LIKE A HUMAN, as I said.

Jokes aside, the ocean metaphor is very fitting. It conveys extremely well how Jon feels with his new knowledge powers and how he interacts with them. They are here, the “ocean” is here: he’s just trying to contain it, to keep the power at bay and be more human.

And this is amazing. Once again, it conveys how deep the knowledge is - it’s total, pure, full knowledge. It would drown anyone - any human. It would wipe out any trace of humanity left in Jon. And, maybe, even his own sense of self can get lost in that ocean.

Brilliant, wonderful, love it.

Oh, so Martin’s mother died. On one hand, I’m very sad for him because even though she didn’t love him, Martin loved and deeply cared about her. She was his only family, and now he has no one else. It makes sense that he’s sad.

On the other hand, I’m sure her death is a relief, in a way. Martin was hated and guilt-tripped for something he never did and despite his good faith - all because of some physical resemblance. And that hate came from his mother, the woman he loved more than any other.

Something like this is extremely draining, so if he had a breakdown, it’s perfectly understandable. He was probably torn inside by mixed feelings like love, relief and guilt. Of course he didn’t manage to stay strong.

Martin deserves love and love only <3

They managed to resist seven chapters without him. Seven chapters only and my favourite bitch is back again.

The world is wonderful, I am happy and this chapter is a goddamn rollercoaster.

Is he truly associating “watching everyone” with “eating”? I did it for funsies and because it was quicker to explain, now Elias does the same.

This man and I are on the same page, united by laziness and being stupid. And me supporting his wrongdoings.

And since he’s a bitch and wants us to remember it, he talks about cooperating and arrangements and a plan. Also, he complains that now, without Melanie, they have lost the “serial killer protector” they needed. They are so fucked, they literally need a protector who is a rabid dog, to save them from other supernatural shits.

But hey, Elias wants to help! For the first time in his life, he wants to do something! Prison must truly be the most boring place on Earth, to convince him to get off his ass and help.

Or maybe he’s trying to fuck the others up, just to have fun. He can do both things and I love and hate him for that.

Oh, Elias, how I missed you <3

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MAG 128 - Heavy Goods

I thought Breekon and Hope were still both alive somewhere. But it looks like Daisy managed to kill one of them - hence why the other one decided to feed her to the Casket.

And, to me, that proves she is still alive, exactly as I imagined. They just need to find a way to get her out and I’m sure Jon, by being the supernatural Eye-boy he is, will Know his way out of this situation and save the day. Also, it would be nice for him to save Daisy, considering all the times she saved his ass.

Speaking of Jon’s new powers, it was scary, creepy and badass, how he managed to stop Breekon from doing his “strange enchantment” or whatever and do his weird “compelling/persuasion enchantment” in turn. It was very cool to see how he managed to “extract” knowledge from him.

And yes, I know it was worrying because Jon’s lack of humanity, he’s more and more of an avatar… but by now, I suppose he is a full avatar of The Eye. And he does badass things and I always stan badass things.

The statement itself has a structure that reminds me of a stream of consciousness and it fits very well, considering that it’s something Jon took from Breekon’s conscience. Of course it has a “flow” structure and a language that mixes vivid details (like “Sweat dripped from under their bowler hat”) and vague things.

It also confirms - and I cannot believe it - my silly theory that Breekon and Hope were the Uber drivers of the other supernatural entities.

Why are my jokes becoming true and what kind of business plan is this.

So, these two fuckers spent their existence delivering stuff for:

The End (the dead people)

The Eye (the people from the Millbank prison)

The Web (the people on the train)

The Flesh (“no joy in carrying meat”)

The Spiral (“[no joy] in shifting writhing spiral things”)

The Stranger (the circus)

And then, since there weren’t enough things to deliver, they took a goddamn Casket that leads to the Buried. How, why and especially what. The. Fuck.

Also: since they keep calling Daisy “The Hunter” it makes me think… could she be a servant of The Hunt? I know The Hunt is a predecessor of The Flesh, so it should not exist anymore… but maybe it’s just dormant? Or maybe Daisy is just an unaware servant? Maybe it’s associated with the dreams she and Basira talked about in season 3?

Speaking of Basira, I knew she was badass, and she confirms it again: she literally reasoned her way out of the Unknowing. Not even Jon “magic know-it-all” Sims managed to do it. She crawled her way out, one thought at a time and survived.

Basira is incredible, I love her. And I love that incredible brain of hers. I’m not saying Jon has been a bad choice (everyone disses him enough already), but she is truly the most competent one here.

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MAG 129 - Submerged

Holy shit, what will Jon do? Is he going to open that door in his mind?

Apparently not - for now, at least. First, he’s going to have a weird conversation with Martin, where all we can deduce is:

Martin is somehow keeping Peter Lukas at bay. Is it because the old guy is growing fond of Martin? After all, he’s a boomer and Martin is his assistant. Will we see the development of a father-son relationship? I would love to see Martin finally having a fatherly figure - or at least a parental figure who likes him.

Jon is feeling lonely. *The Lonely intensifies*?

Martin doesn’t want to know stuff. Maybe because knowing too much of what Jon finds out can disrupt his secret plan?

Martin wants Jon to die?! I mean, Jon said he came back, and Martin’s reply was: “I’m not going to let it happen again”. Is he hating Jon now? Or is this still part of his secret plan?

The statement was very useless, just “guy founds himself surrounded by rain, so he says ‘fuck it’ and lets himself be submerged”. But since it was related to The Buried, it helped Jon.

How? Well, it somehow made Jon aware of how Gertrude stopped The Buried’s ritual - “Sunken Sky” is a pretty cool name, by the way.

And how did she stop it?

Find a body touched by The Vast - no need to be alive or in one piece. RIP Jan Kilbride, you came to a pretty bad end

Throw it into The Buried

???

Profit!

I like how all these rituals with cool, badass names, made from eldritch multidimensional gods for horrific, supernatural reasons can be stopped by the first stupid shit thrown at them.

The Great Twisting? Throw a guy in it.

The Sunken Sky? Throw a corpse in it.

The previous Unknowing? Throw a cannonball in it.

The current Unknowing? Throw a guy with C4 in it.

At this point, I won’t be surprised if the Watcher’s Crown is stopped, because Jon throws something in it. Bonus points if he throws the first random shit he finds on his desk.

Jokes aside, this also helped Jon realize how he could explore the knowledge pushing through that door in his mind. And it’s by using a metaphorical Ariadne’s thread: if he has an achor, he can come and go back.

I hope his anchor will be Martin, because I ship them so much and they deserve to be a couple <3

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MAG 130 - Meat

*The Flesh intensifies*?

Welp, it seems like it! Or that, at least, it intensified, past tense.

So the name of The Flesh’s ritual was “the Last Feast” (again, very cool) and, as it suggests, it was basically an infinite column of meat thrown into the open mouth of The Flesh. Wonderfully simple yet scary.

And, of course, how did Gertrude stop this ritual? By throwing explosives in it.

I cannot believe it, but my theory is right: Want to stop a ritual? Throw shit in it.

Oh, so Dekker too was working with Gertrude! I think I’ll need a list of her accomplices/colleagues/coworkers too, one day.

So The Web is helping Jon, I suppose it’s still because it likes and/or wants to claim him. Can’t wait to see an encounter between Jon and the spider lady.

Holy shit, Jon will go in the Casket and rescue Daisy somehow! I suppose his anchor won’t be the power of Martin’s love, but the power of The Flesh. Well, can’t wait to see what kind of incredibly stupid clever plan he will devise!

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In conclusion

Jon was in a coma, woke up, now he’s an avatar, he has supernatural powers, he’s learning more about the rituals, he can defeat other supernatural servants, The Web is giving him stuff to help and he wants to enter another supernatural god to save Daisy.

In the meantime, Martin is being a double, triple, quadruple agent planning who knows what, he’s badass and secretive and he’s dealing with Peter Lukas and secret files.

If that’s how this season starts, I can’t imagine what will happen, when it is over. The fucking apocalypse? I suppose so, considering we have a ritual to stop.

And for me, can’t wait to know what kind of stupid shit will be thrown in it to stop it. Or what kind of pissed god will do it for us.

If my joke becomes true again, I will explode.

-> Next post

(How about a coffee? ☕)

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