#Reality makes me sick

[maipareshaan]

Hmm should i watch the amber johnn trial hmm

[medicalunprofessional]

never change, man !

[afterartist]

⚠️⚠️CW BLOOD⚠️⚠️

He’s so me

[eerna]

see Asuna Yuuki in another writer's hands could have been one of the coolest pop culture heroines ever. her character concept in Aincrad is truly the closest mainstream gamer media ever got to balancing female gamer sterotypes with an interesting concept. she is neither a gamer girl who is basically one of the guys, nor a traditional support character. she never touched a mainstream video game in her life before and ended up in SAO on accident, but she is a quick learner and manages to climb to the top of the charts within a year. let me remind you, she is tied with Kirito for the second most powerful player in the game - she is his equal in absolutely everything, but from a different angle, and they share basically no overlap. it could have been such a cool duality, where our two protagonists each represent one facet of digital existence. Kirito would be the seasoned veteran, he has completely retreated into video games and has nothing else going for him in his life, so this situation where his empowerment suddenly becomes real instead of make-believe is a heady drug. Asuna has no idea how video games work and doesn't understand the culture surrounding them at all, but this is a whole new realism-oriented approach to gaming, which means her lack of understanding could actually be a boon, which in turn allows her to live out her overachiever fantasies brought over from the real world (because there's nothing the Golden Child loves more than mastering something in a very short, very unhealthy timeframe). and then they meet each other, two sides of the same coin who would have never ever met in real life, and it reframes how they see themselves and their goals and dreams. we could have had an epic romantic gaming opera. we could have had it all. if only mainstream gaming media understood itself

[thedreadvampy]

sometimes I forget that my experience has been. um. not 'your experiences are not universal' vibes but more like 'your experiences are EXTREMELY atypical'

[silusvesuius]

n*loth not being able to bag anyone over the (human term) age of 25-30 at most is the only logical and real conclusion to me because it can be just explained away as him wanting to prove and control everything and anyone (Cus he's a man!) but being stuck in that demographic because his unbearable and vile personality is a force that nobody can look past once they've outgrown the possible fear and idolization period of anyone but also n*loth in particular.

[softbabyshifts]

I thought it would be funny if I told people, I'm low-key scared to shift because I keep crying when I think about my dr s/o lmao

[szaryherbatnik]

Not now kitten, daddy is making up coalecroux scenarios to love songs

[caliburn-the-sword]

if i was an evil scientist i wouldn't build a doom ray or anything i would simply start giving the gift of flight to species flightless birds, one by one. the first just causes the world to be in absolute shock but delight. the second is a strange coincidence, causes a bunch of memes. after the third species the other scientists begin to think there's some kind of phenomena occurring and desperately start researching the hell out of it. once we got to 10 species of birds they're counting it down like an extinction clock. once we get to the last flightless bird everyone breathes a breath of fresh air, more so the relief that it's over than them actually finding a cause or explanation. and then i give the first species of lizard the gift of flight and the whole process starts again, effectively driving all other scientists insane

[vrisik]

i’ve gotten to the point i’m like 90% sure i’m aromantic so i might as well just call myself that and if i’m wrong oh well

[alaynestcnes]

just remembered that the most recent official sansa chapter we have is older than sansa herself

[arthurmargon]

i know we’re shifting into springtime but climate anxiety has me genuinely unsettled and nervous abt the temperature not being freezing anymore 😭 like i let out a big sigh of relief when i saw the forecast predicting snow this weekend as if i was seeing a negative pregnancy test. this is all almost exclusively ronald reagan’s fault i will not expand upon that

[cringecannon]

hello pervert nation apologies for the little bit of inactivity lately I’ve been struck with a debilitating curse (the common cold) and it makes writing feel like a sisyphean task

[memento-morri-writes]

writing share - body horror edition

So, the lovely, amazing @space-writes expressed interest in reading my fucked-up body horror that I wrote last night/early this morning, and who am I to deny a friend? So, here you go:

A brief bit of context: Just under two days ago, Sigmar, Rook's beloved mentor and kinda-sorta father figure, ended up being revealed as a corpse being puppeted by the BBEG, Dr. Purity. The rest of the party brutally killed him while Rook watched. (Via tooth and claw, and also a sonic shockwave from a magic guitar.) And just today, Warren, the party gunslinger, a werewolf and Rook's other kinda-sorta father figure, died (like perma-forever, never-coming-back died) in order to save Rook's life. (Or rather, in order to resurrect Rook, since he was dead at the time.) Now Rook is extremely sleep-deprived and also being affected by mind-altering parasites, two factors that are working together to give him some pretty vivid and fucked-up hallucinations.

(fair warning, this isn't written out fully to the best of my abilities because this scene hasn't happened yet. So this is just my description of what Rook will be seeing and hearing, not a full prose write-up with his internal thoughts and all that. I will almost certainly do that after next week's session, though, so let me know if you want to see that then.)

major tw for extreme body horror under the cut (also emotional manipulation/guilt-tripping)

Rook hears a strange sound, like clumsy, disjointed footsteps. He looks around wildly for the source of the sound and freezes. Out of the hallway we have just come from looms a horrible sight: Sigmar's corpse is lurching towards him, somehow propelling itself on shattered limbs. All of his joints are dislocated, giving his body a freakishly elongated appearance. His shredded clothes are soaked with blood, and every inch of his skin is covered in hundreds of claw and tooth marks, which are weeping blood. Black ichor drips from his mouth, and a web of dark black veins branch out across his face. Every inch he moves closer leaves a trail of blood behind him. He reaches out towards Rook with jagged, broken fingers, and says "Rook... your friends killed me. Slaughtered me like an animal." He takes another staggering step towards Rook, who backs away, shaking. "You promised to help me. You said you trusted me." He points an accusing finger at Rook. "I should never have come to you. I should have burned down Warren's house with you still inside. It's what the two of your deserve." As if on cue, another shape lurches out of the shadows of a hallway across the way. It's Warren. His chest has been blown open, his ribs pointing in every direction and the remains of his guts are dripping from the hole where his stomach used to be. Every inch of him is splattered in gore. He's missing one of his hands, the arm ending in a jagged point of bone instead. He opens his mouth to speak, revealing a mouth of pointed canine teeth. "Rook, you stupid bastard. I died for you. You." He bares his teeth and snarls at Rook, an animalistic sound that rattles him to his core. "We should have left you to rot in that fungi-infested hallway. You brought him to us," he glares pointedly at Sigmar. "You're the reason those two attacked us, attacked Cherry. You're the reason I'm dead. The reason Cherry won't ever have a father." Sigmar steps closer, looking Rook up and down. "Speaking of fathers, yours was right. You are a useless piece of shit." He spits in Rook's direction, then takes another step closer. Across the room, Warren moves to match him. "Traitor." "Liar," Sigmar adds as the two stalk closer. They're so close now, Rook can smell the scent of Warren's burnt flesh, of Sigmar's spilled blood. They're right in front of him now. He tries to shrink away, further into the corner, but to no avail. His limbs refuse to obey, and he stays frozen in place.

[evangelineshifts]

Y’all i don’t think you understand like I need to BE INSIDE one of these little houses idc how outrageous it is. I used to have 2 when I was a kid; never wanted to go to a sleepover so bad

[sysig]

Bad time of it, all things considered (Patreon)