#Like anybody asked:/

[alicornze7]

Man i sure love being ace

[aropride]

did… did she do that?

[lucabyte]

On autonomy, and what it means to be Obliged to Help.

Bonus:

[otaku553]

I really wanna here more about the time travel au. What would c!vanilla and r!vanilla think of each other?

Tbh! I can’t really tell by the abbreviations which one is c and r so I’m sorry about that 😔

But here’s a summary of what I think they think of each other:

On a conscious level both of them realize that the other is themself but they are so removed from each other in age and demeanor that they treat each other as different people, if that makes sense.

In young Pure Vanilla’s mind, he of course is scared of what in the future makes him turn so apathetic to the world, and so reluctant to give and receive kindness. But more importantly, his adult self needs comforting and healing and that’s what he can control and can do for him.

In Truthless Recluse’s (I’ve been calling him Dark Vanilla for the most part as an alias he would use in the AU) mind, he is prepared to protect his child self from Shadow Milk by any means possible and is initially on a hair trigger looking for any signs of Shadow Milk Cookie’s early influence. However, he is slowly but gradually realizing that Shadow Milk Cookie influenced his memories when they interacted, and re-experiencing them from this outside perspective is giving him a tiny bit more peace of mind for the safety of his child self. But this also means that he’s done a lot to himself in the future based on the words of Shadow Milk and is blaming himself for having changed so drastically. He doesn’t believe that he himself will ever be fit to hold the title of hero again, but he does believe that his child self’s potential is separate from his and that child Pure Vanilla, with his boundless kindness, is fully deserving of all the status and power to come his way in the future.

[spicyvampire]

MY GOLDEN BLOOD (2025) EP. 6 // EP. 12

[yuwuta]

Plsss I need more pathetic yuuta I’m too dehydrated from it 😫

said something in the replies, but the only one bed situation would fry him. he’s nervous and sweating from the elevator, fumbling with the key card, barely pushing his suitcase into the room because the whole time the only thing on his mind is am i really gonna share a bed with her?? he’s so lost in his own panic that he doesn’t realize you’re calling his name and offering to use the extra blankets to sleep on the floor, and he’s so anxious when he counters “no!—no, no, really, i can sleep on the floor! please, take the bed, please. i don’t mind, really!” 

and so you do. not that it helps yuuta, because you’re still there. he can still hear your soft breathing, still smell the body wash lingering in the air from your shower, still see the way the tv illuminates your face even from his position below on the floor. you’re not even next to him and it’s too much and he’s painfully hard—he has been since the lobby, and the little grunts and noises you make when you toss in your sleep are not helping. he doesn’t mean to accidentally grind against the extra pillow, really, he was just trying to turn away from you in an attempt to get some sleep, but it felt so good. now he’s slowly, yet frantically, humping against it, trying his best to keep quiet, biting his fist to silence his moaning. he feels dirty and perverted and you deserve to room with someone more decent than him but god the thought of you telling him off for this makes him hump even harder. it’s embarrassing and pathetic, but that’s what gets him to cum, not-so-quiet whimpers escaping his mouth. he feels even dirtier after the matter, flushed down to his chest when he realizes what he’s done. 

he sighs to himself, awkwardly sitting up in search of a box of tissues on the nightstand. it’s just his luck that one isn’t there, and yuuta does his best to stay quiet when he comes out from under his blanket—flushing even further when he’s holding his dick against his stained boxers, because the only thing that could be more embarrassing than this is cum leaking down his legs while he searches a dark room for napkins. or so he thinks, because he only gets one step away from his makeshift bed when he hears your voice and you spare him nothing because you giggle: “the tissues are on sink counter, yuuta. though, from the sound of it, you might need a rag instead.” 

[dipperscavern]

BURGEONING PTOLEMAEA

pairing: remmick x fem!reader

summary: years ago, when you lay dying, your daddy promised your soul to the devil (remmick) if he saved you, and that he did. he told your daddy once your blood comes, so will he. and he does.

a/n: i funneled my anger into fanfic. and this is written like a sort of prologue (?) so thats why i didnt explain a single thing LMAO — & remmick (for now) is basically the embodiment of that kind of animalistic part of vampires reader is fighting to resist. he's more of an essence in this than anything. also r! is an adult + just gets her blood late

the hunger has started, just like daddy said it would.

he said it would start the day you bled. and your daddy aint a liar. he's cruel and unfatherly, but he doesn't lie to you.

you should've bled years ago when you were still a girl - he told you that would happen too. said your blood would be late in its arrival, but that you were to be grateful for it. because once crimson came, so would your hunger.

and so would he.

but you don't know that part.

its too harsh a truth for you to hear. your daddy may have promised him something in return for his gift, but its a violent thing, and you ought not to be scared when you succumb.

he wouldn't mind if you were.

but the father that made such a deal to save you does mind. even if he's grown to hate you - hate what you'll become.

he's disgusted by it. frightened by it, even. but he gifted you your ailment, your prophecy. is it irony for a man of God to fear the devils gift when he wrapped it in satin ribbon?

perhaps.

is it irony now, for you to have a strange fascination with blood since youth, but then feel a shudder of repulsion at the kind that spills between your legs?

most definitely.

it came days ago. and since then, so has the desire. not the fleshly kind thats reserved for marriage. but different.

a wish for your meals meat to be raw, for its drink a dark cherry red.

you do what daddy taught you. you breathe real deep and good, in and out. seven times, the number of The Father. and as you eat an unsatisfying meal, you recite with a shaky voice.

you look at your food, girl, you look real good when you do it. "Blessed..."

in and out, in and out. one, two,

"Blessed are those... who hunger and thirst for righteousness. For they shall be satisfied."

a candle in the corner flickers with a sentence. You won't be.

huh?

your daddys voice echoes inside your head before you can question your ears and their righteousness. chew and swallow, and don't you complain, girl.

you do. without complaint. even when a strange image of curls, of sharp teeth and bloodied lips flashes behind your eyes.

you continue, you recite despite.

the verses you thought would sound powerful are instead quiet. they're hard to hear over the desire. "For He satisfies the thirsty and fills the hungry with good things."

again. in and out. three.

your daddy taught you that, and he taught you well. but he never mentioned the presence.

the one that came and filled the room when the rag was bloodied, darkening the light exuding from the candles surrounding you. a nasty feeling, a nasty thing near you, disgusting in nature. but familiar.

I WAS THERE

IN THE DARK

WHEN YOU SPILLED YOUR FIRST BLOOD

you don't know how to deal with the presence. so, you sleep. you recite.

"I will lie down and sleep in peace, for you alone, O LORD, make me dwell in safety."

you lay your head on your pillow, and for only the second time in years - you dream.

you lie upon wood; arms stretched at your sides and your legs beneath you. the cross hasn't been risen yet, but you know. the position of the son of God.

you lay in the shadow of a hill the sun hides behind, with another cross standing atop it.

strange. not two, with you as the third. one with you as the second.

over you, the form of a man, but with the smell, the feel of something different. something pungent, that even in such a thing like a dream repulses you. you can feel your gut tug, trying to make your mind pull your body in another direction.

but as you were given all those moons ago - you're given again, at mercy of the waves of fate that sweep you onto whichever shore it chooses, no matter how black the sand is.

he - it (?) leans over you, and while you can't see its teeth or its face (somehow, you know it has one), you know it bites.

it dips itself toward your skin. you feel not a bite, but a kiss.

your body doesn't react any differently.

puncture marks you cannot see, but sense. know. as surely as you sense the nails in your hands and feet, you feel blood dripping, cascading from its gentle assault.

you cannot think in this moment - only exist. only await.

the sun begins ascending over the crescent of the hill, and as you sensed the fangs you sense the voice.

it comes.

"Won't be long now." it- he says, an accent buried somewhere, but your senses too blurred to recognize it. you urge the sun over the hill, and it's as if he can sense that, too. he knows his time is up.

"Blessed be, darlin'." he whispers.

BLESSED BE YOU, GIRL

PROMISED TO ME BY A MAN WHO CAN ONLY FEEL

HATRED AND CONTEMPT

TOWARD YOU

and you awake sweating.

damp in bed as you were damp in dreams - only not in blood. you irrationally check for holes in your hands and feet, but none are found.

but what is there, in the waking world and in your dreams, is the hunger. an itch beneath the skin for something violent. to cause it, to benefit from it, to not repent for it, as you need it surely as mankind needed salvation.

a thought to your father in his room, or more so the sweet crimson he harbors. can God sanctify you from this? as you try to resist the consumption of family, of blood of your blood, can He save you now?

you blink, and in the corner of your room now sits a shadow, a darkness that curves like it has body. it dampens the light, muddies it from its holy nature, and even the candles on your windowsill bend as it cast its shadow.

Not can he, the darkness... whispers. insinuates. Will he.

your eyes unfocus and the dark is gone.

was it ever there to begin with?

YOU POOR THING

SWEET, MOURNING LAMB

THERES NOTHING YOU CAN DO

was your god?

[abd-illustrates]

Hello! I'm an artist who loves to listen to your concept corner videos while I work, I was wondering if you're comfortable with people making ocs for the Heartless universe?

Ahoy! Sorry if this is a very late reply but yes OCs are absofruitly welcome and always lovely to see!

The only heads up I would say about making OCs is that the lore of the Heartless universe has changed and evolved quite a bit behind-the-scenes compared to when I was last able to talk about it in-depth; so it might?? be handy to bear in mind that a fair bit of trivia previously mentioned in my Concept Corner videos might prove outdated once I am able to share the story more fully 👀

[corviiids]

I'm sorry PLEASE elaborate or cap/link the story about you wearing the nightmare perfume to..... work? as a lawyer? Court work? Bad smell court work??? Rook,

i did post the story here at some point but sure i'll retell it with more context. anyone who doesn't know, im a lawyer and my favourite character is goro akechi from persona 5 whose face i have been wearing since 2017. ok we proceed

the perfume is followed by kerosene, which is slightly infamous. i encountered it when i was first trying to find a decent gourmand fragrance which actually smells like coffee. (i still haven't found a good one so if anyone has any recs...) that tumblr post about its fragrantica reviews shows off some of the funnier ones, but the actual fragrantica page shows the response is a bit more complicated. followed is a very divisive fragrance. those who love it absolutely adore it. everyone else thinks it's a curse on all of humanity forever. i read those reviews and instantly decided i had to try it so i bought a sample.

the thing that makes followed by kerosene most controversial is that it has really unreasonably strong staying power. the other notable thing about followed is that despite being advertised as a coffee and vanilla forward fragrance, it actually has an INCREDIBLY strong smell of maple syrup. perfume depends really heavily on the individual, since the same perfume will act differently on different people's skin, which is why some people insist this smells of a lovely pleasant coffee and, while lasting, generally fades okay, and other people insist the maple syrup demons live in their vents to this day. i actually adore followed. i'm pretty sensitive to strong fragrances and i don't love sweet things, so i was really apprehensive, but i ended up really liking it? it IS strong, but i use a very tiny little amount and to me it smells of a pleasantly burnt caramelised maple followed (hehe) by a nice jaunty undertone of espresso. everyone i've asked irl also thought it was very pleasant.

i was wearing followed to work and needed to run to court for boring BAU reasons. i was NOT there for a hearing. this did not happen while phoenix wrighting my way through actual fucking advocacy. just making this extremely clear for my own mental health. anyway i was in court wearing my little perfume having a normal day talking to a court officer about documents or whatever and they stopped dead mid-conversation and went, "do you smell pancakes?"

anyway that's why i don't wear the fragrance anymore. not because it's a nightmare perfume from hell. just because i absolutely cannot repeat the experience of standing inside a fucking courthouse having to politely giggle and fib my way through an interaction with a completely innocent court officer who had no idea the amount of psychic damage they'd just dealt me by asking me so politely with their real human voice if i smelled sweet pancakes while i stood there knowing and dreading the true reality, which was that the pancakes, after all this time, was me

[dolphinrostrums]

hot take: sudoku isn't a math game or puzzle. it is a logic puzzle based on finding the correct combination of symbols. it would still functionally be the same game if you used different symbols (letters, emojis, hell--even colors)

a lot of people avoid sudoku because they're intimidated by the numbers with the assumption that it's a math game, but the numbers are just placeholder, easily-recognizable symbols. the basis of the game would be the exact same if it used anything else, and we think a lot more people would be able to enjoy sudoku if they were able to get passed the gut reaction of "oh fuck! numbers! math!"

obviously, not everyone would like it even with that, but we hear a lot of people go "oh, i wouldn't be any good at sudoku, i'm awful with/hate math haha" and we constantly have to resist the urge to go onto our "sudoku contains almost 0 math in its basic premise and you could make functionally the same game without any numbers just by changing the symbols used" spiel

[ifieabouteverything]

How pissed do you think Kalina was when she was biologically passed down to Riz as a disease and was like “ah perfect, if this kid is anything like his dad, when he grows older he’ll pass me around to a bunch of people” only to learn that she was attached to the most painfully aroace kid ever.

[ferditheas]

fe3h as textposts (part 6 of ?)

[reegis]

Listen. I am obsessed w brian and nastya being friends, to the point i went into a fugue state and wrote 40k in three months back in 2020 about them being friends. If you have any extra time or energy, do you have any doodles of them being buddies?

besties tell besties when theyr about to yeet themselves into the void 💖

[sparta369]

I bought slay the princess but haven’t started it ‘cause it kinda intimidates me, can you convince me to play it?

Ok now I know you just asked me to convince you to play it but hear me out

Don't play it yet

There's a huge, Free Content expansion coming out on the 24th of this month, in just 8 days called The Pristine Cut, which is going to expand the game by about 35%. The Devs themselves have said to wait for the expansion release if you haven't played it already lol

That being said, I'd never pass up an opportunity to gush about one of my favorite games ever created

I realized far too late that I'd accidentally written far more than either of us probably wanted. So I'll try to sparknotes it, and leave the full thing below the cut.

The less you know going in, the better. However, it is still a horror game. You can find a list of content warnings here. It's just a list, so it doesn't really reveal very much.

A single playthrough lasts about 3-4 hours on average, though I can guarantee you'll want to do more than one. The game is positively dense with choices. It's impossible to see everything in one playthrough, and one would be hard-pressed to have the exact same playthrough twice.

Words cannot really capture how much I love this game. It's story masterfully crafted with a vast ocean of choices for the player to make, all of which make a true and profound impact on the narrative. If you enjoyed Disco Elysium or The Stanley Parable, You'll like Slay the Princess. The game was lovingly hand-drawn, pencil on paper, and the music was beautifully composed. The voice acting, featuring the talents of Nichole Goodnight and Jonathan Sims, are also, in my opinion, phenomenal.

I truly cannot express the emotional impact this game has left me with. It's a game I'll carry with me for the rest of my life.

Whether you intend to stop here or read on, I'll leave you with this one screenshot. It's only text, and it's literally the second thing you see upon booting up the game, so don't worry about spoilers lmao

"Whatever horrors you may find in these dark spaces, have heart and see them through."

"There are no premature endings. There are no wrong decisions."

"There are only fresh perspectives and new beginnings."

"This is a love story."

Oh boy you clicked the "keep reading" button :o) I wrote this over the course of most of my day today before I realized exactly how long it was. Besides a small change to the end, I'm going to leave most of it un-touched, just for the sake of preserving whatever the hell was going on in my head at the time :o)

Slay the Princess is one of those games where, the less you know going in, the better, So I'll do my best to convince you without revealing anything.

Still, though, It is a horror game. If you would like to look through it just in case, you can find a list of content warnings on their website here. It gives a list of many things you may encounter, but there is a 0% chance that you will encounter all, or likely even half, of the things described in there. In addition, they present these things in a way that reveals as little as possible. Still, I would personally recommend against reading through them, but there's no shame or judgement if you go dig through it. You know yourself better than anybody, if you think ya need it that's fine.

There's also some flickering image effects & a parallax effect that has caused motion sickness for some players, but both of these can be disabled in the settings.

With all that out of the way...

Words truly cannot explain how much I love this game.

It is an absolute masterwork of interactive narrative storytelling. No other game I've played or heard of in my life gives as much weight to every single choice you make, every little thing you do. There are so many choices and possibilities, and not once does the game ever make you feel like you've chosen "wrong." It's impossible to see everything in one playthrough, and you would be hard-pressed to get the exact same playthrough twice. Quite literally, every time I've watched somebody else play the game, they happened upon something I'd never seen before, despite me having 100% of the achievements.

One playthrough usually takes around 3-4 hours, but you will almost certainly want to do more than one.

There are also a number of places where you can safely and logically pause and come back later, should you need to.

The narrative itself is expertly woven. The storytelling is phenomenal, interweaving paralyzing fear with heart-aching beauty, while also carrying a healthy amount of comedy at carefully chosen places. The themes carry through beautifully. I've cried actual tears on more than one occasion, and it's not easy to get that out of me. Slay The Princess is a story that will be a part of my heart for as long as I live.

If you've played and enjoyed Disco Elysium, you'll enjoy Slay The Princess.

If you've played and enjoyed The Stanley parable, you'll enjoy Slay The Princess.

I know that I often struggle with games that require a lot of reading, and that includes a lot of visual novel type games.

Thankfully, the game is, for the most part, fully voice-acted :) The very few bits that aren't voiced are that way for narrative reasons hee hoo

The voice acting itself is, in my opinion, phenomenal. Both actors put their heart and souls into their roles, and their care shows in their performances. The Princess is voiced by Nichole Goodnight & the Narrator is voiced by Jonathan Sims (Who you may recognize from The Magnus Archives, if you were ever into that).

The art of the game is beautiful. It is all lovingly hand-drawn, pencil on paper. Thousands of images, and even a few animations, all coming together to form a wonderfully unique visual style that lends itself well to the game itself.

The soundtrack of this game, composed by Brandon Boone & with vocal performances by Amelia Jones, is absolutely breathtaking. It does a phenomenal job setting and supporting the tone of the game, whether it be tension, fear, hope, joy, or anything between and beyond. I can't put it's beauty into words.

Brandon Boone actually just recently won the "Game Music Award" at the World Soundtrack Awards for his work on Slay The Princess, and I deeply believe that it was 100% deserved.

This is... probably far more than you ever asked for. But I mean it when I say that Slay the Princess is one of my favorite games of all time. I mean it when I say that Slay The Princess is a story that will be a part of my heart for as long as I live. I'll take any opportunity to make more people play it, in hopes that it might impact them even a fraction as much as it has impacted me. I've bought a total of 11 copies of this game (1 for myself, 9 which were distributed to friends, and one that's coming with the Collector's Edition)

As my final word, I'll once again remind you:

"Whatever horrors you may find in these dark spaces, have heart and see them through."

"There are no premature endings. There are no wrong decisions."

"There are only fresh perspectives and new beginnings."

"This is a love story."

[simphic]

Yassah and their niece dressed as Jessica & Roger from 'Who Framed Roger Rabbit' for Halloween. #growth

[miyagi-hokarate]