#also i fucking hate the term simp its insulting to the person and to the purported person they like

[satoriberry]

"close enough. welcome back velma dinkley!" - yukimiya k. x fem!reader

❆ résumé: you weren't expecting to run into one of the most iconic hanna-barbara characters in the park. especially not her as a tall, handsome guy.

❆ heads up: no actual warnings just yukimiya losing his glasses velma style. hmmm meet-cute!au i'd say, reader being a fucking simp cause like its yukki DUHHHHH :3 kinda gn!reader because no mentioned gender and also reader is kinda out of it and a bit stupid but we still love them

❆ berry's note: yukimiya is an anime girl. he's dressed in the velma fit which is orange sweater and red bottoms and red shoes with orange socks. this is a crackfic idea turned x reader because daddy needs to feed his little angles. (i have six exams at the end of this year did i tell you guys? end of year as in....starting in four weeks,,,,,ANYWAY!!!!) <- older note because this draft is a year old LOL. i was a senior and was about to graduate highschool lolol. anyway, finals are over bitches and lets cross our fingers and toes and hope that i dont have to redo any subjects!!! :3

You knew it was that time of the year again when the weather broadcast stopped talking about cloudy mornings and more about sunny afternoons.

Walk-in-the-park season.

You found that mid-May weather made great competiton for the cliché July-August atmosphere, and you would go as far as to say that summer stood no chance against warm spring season in terms of enjoyability. It held the same rejuvinative sensation you felt when life's troubles no longer seemed important, or when you found yourself feeling bizarrely optimistic for a future you weren't even certain existed. It felt young. It was a nice feeling.

Your countenance alternated between being shaded by the prolific trees' branches, full of vibrant green, to being exposed to the mildly vexing sunrays whenever you passed a treeless area, and you advanced through the park with no particular end goal or destination. Chewing on a lemon-flavoured gumball, you lightly nodded your head to your song's beat, your cadence soon enough matching it as well.

Your eyes, though calm, flitted incessantly from one object to another, one person to another, one plant to another. You weren't sure why; maybe your brain wanted to retain the fine details of this lovely promenade so you could think about it the next time you needed a reason to ditch the indoors. It wasn't everyday that you were met with natural scenery as stereotypical as the one before you: robust trees, flowers blooming upside down and upright, bushes full of lavender, grass so crisp it felt almost criminal to step on it - that and the plethora of signs with the words "DON'T WALK ON GRASS" written in red.

In the distance, at the top of a grassy hill whose base split the walkway into two directions - left to continue walking peacefully and right to head to the play area where a myriad of children were currently occupying - sat a couple. Two women sharing a picnic in a sappy, lovey-dovey manner. You watched as the one on the left fed her companion a grape, and followed the gesture with a sickeningly joyful giggle.

See, you weren't one for petty jealousy. But you sometimes felt the need to hate and be bitter; you were only human after all. Glaring at the happy couple as you took the left turn, you muttered something about hating twosomes and wished bad luck on any joyous person who crosses paths with you today. Very dramatic and very childish - you knew that much - but very deserved. In your mind at least.

You turned your head to look straight ahead, pondering the morality of your wish. Shutting your eyes for a moment, you found yourself seriously thinking about whether or not you should briefly pause your walk to run up to the couple and apologize for insulting them. You were in fact so lost in your inner philosophical debate that you almost missed the low "Great job, dumbass" muttered by a voice behind you. Scandalized and shocked, you whipped around to face the individual who dared to read your mind and reproach you for your actions. However, you quickly realized that those harsh words were not destined to you, but happened to be self-inflicted.

Lowering your gaze, you absorbed the paysage-like scene before you: blueberries scattered on the red bricks of the pathway, what looked like an empty fruit packaging sporadically getting swept by the wind to the nether regions of the world, a pair of glasses dangerously lying on the ground, and a book that appeared to be long forgotten by its owner, laying cover-side up on the wooden surface of the 3-foot high brickwall separation, beyond which was a great empty grassy land, as well as a great lake.

Oh, and also Velma Dinkley on all fours patting the ground around her, clearly looking for something.

Is what you would have said if she were real, which she isn't. The Velma Dinkley before you was a young man with hair of a similar colour - you couldn't see his face as he was intently staring at the ground - dressed in a rather sophisticated orange and red get-up. With celerity in his movements, he felt the brick path around him with the pads of his fingers, all the while mumbling what you could only guess were self-deprecating affirmations.

You snapped out of . . . whatever it is that had you mystified for a second there, and you quickly got on your knees to pick up the glasses that the man was not anywhere near close to reaching. You manoeuvered your way around the berries, and cleared your throat to rid yourself of any potential voice cracks. "Um, Sir?"

Whipping his head upwards, you realized that clearing your throat was completely useless as you once again lost your voice.

"Oh? Sorry for being a nuisance, I'm just looking for my glasses."

The man - or rather boy, because his facial features indicated an age no older than 18 or 19 at most - sweetly replied, his embarrassment visible in his slightly twisted mouth and rapid blinking. You weren't really thinking at that moment, mainly due to being taken aback by how good-looking this male Velma Dinkley was, plus how shoujo-esque this scenario was starting to be, so instead of properly handing him back his round spectacles, you gave yourself the liberty of unfolding them and gently sliding them back onto his face yourself.

What the fuck?

His eyes now appeared bigger through the lenses, and as he rapidly blinked again but this time to adjust to retrieving his vision, you felt another string in your heart get pulled. Curse these men with big doe eyes and long lashes. And as if it weren't already enough, he started to beam at you the second he could clearly see things again. Pearly whites, dimples and all that cute crap.

"Thank you so much, I would've spent ages crawling around like a critter to find them. Really, you're too kind," he started, swiftly getting up, dusting the spots of rubbles on his crimson covered knees. Then as if it was second nature, he cautiously grabbed the ends of your hands and tugged, pulling you off the ground as well.

"You must think I'm some sort of klutz, I wouldn't blame you really. One second I was trying to pick up some berries that I dropped, the next I slipped on my foot after my shoe got caught in a sunken brick. Pretty pathetic, huh?," he continued, trying to salvage his image despite you being nothing but strangers, "Guess I'm not the luckiest person today."

He finished his words with a sigh and crossed his arms while looking off to the side rather poetically, before sharply turning his head back to you.

Yukimiya resumed his tirade about how he was usually more normal and very balanced, and that today was a simple exception, surely because of the wind since it tried to batter him and end him. However, he should've considered the fruitlessness of such a monologue, especially since its main listener was totally disconnected from the conversation.

It was uncanny.

The hair, the glasses, the get-up - even the 'My glasses, I can't find my glasses' bit - all of it matched perfectly.

He was Velma. Velma was him.

"So, rest assured, I'm not that used to getting on all fours in order to retrieve my vision. Funny, isn't it?," snapping his head back to look at you, he awaited a follow-up. And got nothing.

His forced smile faltered a bit, but you didn't notice that, still too caught up in connecting the dots between him and Velma. He gulped, wondering if your first impression of him was forever tainted by a negative perception. He didn't know you, why should he care, but you were kind enough to help him when he was a jumbled mess. And you were kind of a sight for sore eyes. Very superficial, but hey, he was a model after all.

"Um, are you all right? You seem to be awfully quiet," he continued, hoping you'd quit staring at him like that because it was seriously staring to discomfit him. You weren't exactly back on planet Earth, but you recognized his current need for a reply from you.

"Velma."

"Huh?"

"You look like Velma from Scooby Doo."

"..."

A pregnant pause filled the air. The wind whirred through the small aperture between him and you, the stray locks forming his side-swept bangs gently rising and falling to the rhythm of its motion. You finally retrieved mental sobriety after abandoning it three minutes ago, the weight of your words hitting you like a Vespa hitting an old lady in a street crossing.

Your eyebrows were the first to unfreeze, rising so high up from the sheer gravity of your epiphany. Your hands were next, slapping one atop the other over your mouth, not caring for how much the impact hurt. You couldn't bear looking him in the eyes, not after what you said, so you slowly lowered your head at a 90° angle. Escaping his gaze, a silent shriek left your lips, your hands preventing him from seeing your mute cry of pain.

You hoped all of this would end quickly. You hoped he would collect his belongings and storm off, maybe mutter a word or two about you being a weirdo. You hoped he would... laugh?

He was laughing?

A chortle followed by a breathy guffaw cut through the air, the frozen expression he had on cracking and falling apart to reveal what was hidden; a painfully wide, gummy grin.

His grace and elegance were such that even when his knees gave out from laughter, his body still managed to fall into a crouching position in a poised fashion. He additionally let go of his stomach to bury his face deep into his palms. To any outsider, it looked like he had learned some terribly sour news and couldn't hold in his sorrow.

Incredulous, you looked left and right to make sure that nobody was observing this scene, and thanked the universe that that was indeed the case.

"I'm sorry for what I said, I didn't mean it. It's not true. Well, I mean, it's not a bad thing. Velma is a nice character," you tried to soften the blow, only to force more laughter out of him, the wheezing in his voice now more audible. He struggled to maintain his position and felt his legs wobble, the air that escaped his body through violent gusts punching his body backwards.

You shut your mouth to let him recuperate, feeling less bad about what you said since, clearly, he enjoyed the gag.

After what felt like a decade, he exhaled one last time, extended both arms over his head, then plunged to place them on either knee. The cartoonish gesture produced a slapping sound that was fairly robust, and you imagined how much a genuine strike from him would hurt.

Using his body weight to elevate himself - in one swift movement - he sprung up and immediately straightened his back. You could bask in the beauty of his face again, albeit tear-stained and pink.

"Um, are you okay?", you started, fiddling with your thumbs and avoiding eye contact as much as possible. You weren't scared because of what he might think of you, you were scared of yourself for even coming up with something like that to share with the world. The world obviously being Mr. Handsome, who was dabbing away at stray tears and touching up his hair.

"Better than okay. I'm overjoyed. I've gotta say that no one has ever called me something so niche and specific. Velma, huh?," he replied, and you could sense the humour in his tone. He was intentionally speaking in a more pompous way, and that helped dissipate some of the tension in your shoulders.

"Sorry for freaking you out like that. I got some serious whiplash though. You go around casually telling guys that they look like 1960s characters," he stopped abruptly to take a step closer, "Or am I the exception?"

The teasing tone and the newfound physical closeness caught you off guard, and as a result, your reply was an intelligent, "I don't talk to guys."

You wished Mother Earth would send the floods.

His face contorted and formed a downwards smile, lips trembling. You noted how red the apples of his cheeks were, almost as if he was absorbing the colour of his clothes.

"You don't?"

"I, uh, I didn't mean to say it like that. I do talk to boys. I wanted to say that I don't talk to guys about Scooby Doo that often, that's not a regular occurrence."

He blinked at your words and nodded understandingly, yet you doubted that he trusted your elaboration.

He bit the inside of his cheek and visibly pondered something, then placed his hand on his neck.

"Do you have anywhere to be?"

You didn't. You were walking to enjoy the weather, but then things took a comical turn.

"No, not really."

"Would you like to go eat some cake? I want to get to know you more, and I'm in the mood for something sweet," he spoke in a light tone, and despite the innocuousness of the wink he gave you after saying 'sweet', you felt your head spin just a tad at the move. Surely due to the heat. If it was hot. Which it wasn't.

"Uh, sure. Yeah. Sure, totally. Of course. Sure?"

You wanted to eat bullets. Your agitation was as clear as day, and you didn't know if he wasn't going to regret making that offer to you of all people. He didn't make fun of you, however, and smiled. A genuine sweet smile.

"I don't bite, really. Name's Yukimiya, and you?," he reassured you, the lightness in his voice intentional but still natural. "My offer; you made me laugh like never before, and I feel it appropriate to pay you the treat."

Fuck, did they make him in a factory?

You swallowed heavily and collected yourself spiritually, and with a firm voice, you answered, "(Name)."

"Nice to meet you. Do you want me to lead the way or do you have a place in mind?," he casually continued, and it was clear that he was feigning innocence while looking you up and down, and despite not being able to tell if he was criticizing or admiring your outfit, it still added on to the warmth that made you lightheaded. And now that you're thinking about it, he's definitely inched even closer since the beginning of the exchange, enough for the proximity to have you tilting your head a bit to make eye contact.

Moments like these reminded you of the importance of carrying a paper bag to shove hot guys' heads in if needed.

"No, not really."

"You sure are quiet. Does meeting new people make you nervous? I totally understand if you don't warm up to me right away."

No, it's just that you're really good-looking and it makes me want to throw up and die.

You couldn't say that. Or at least, not at this stage of your acquintanceship.

You kept it together, letting your body relax before smiling and tilting your head to to side, and replied, "No, I've just never seen someone make orange and red work without it making my eyes bleed." It was true though, the bizarre combination somehow did him justice, complimenting the hue of his eyes and bringing out the pop in them.

Jackpot. He seemed to be pleasantly surprised by your comment, and looked down at his feet, his dimples showing again after a smile formed on his face again. "That's a relief, I wanted to experiment a bit with colours but realized how ridiculous I looked only after setting foot in the park."

Without missing a beat, you added, "You look like you'd be very good at using a magnifying glass, if that makes you feel better," and basked in the fruit of your wittiness after getting him to giggle with that sentence.

He looked relieved to have gotten you speaking normally again after a few minutes of tension. "Heh, maybe you could me give few points on comedy, my friends always give me shit for having a plain sense of humour," Yukimiya said, and paused to change sides and stand next to you, right arm a few hairs apart, "Let's get going. I know this place that has killer red velvet."

You turned your head to give him an animated nod, and opened your mouth to share something interesting, before getting cut off, "Were you about to tell me that red velvet is just chocolate cake dyed red?"

"Damn it."

❆ berry's post-writing note: UGHHHHH AGAIN ONE OF THOSE INSTANCES WHERE THE BEGINNNING IS GOOD OR AT LEAST ACCEPTABLE THEN THE END GOES TO SHIT AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA anyway please feed on this thing that i made. i'm very happy with this thing that i came up with about him looking like velma cause he lowkey highkey DOES look like her lolol. hope it wasn't a bad read and criticism is always welcome :))))

[arcplaysgames]

your recent post about bad things about p5r is so accurate. honestly the writing sucks in quite a few areas, especially the villains other than maruki, all of them have the same level of detail as a bad animated movie villain

also as a morgana fanboy, seeing all of these people call him out for being a simp and then immediately go and pray to their shrine of makoto is so annoying

jfc

Morgana is not a "simp" and like. IDK if the people who call him that just haven't played any other Persona game? Or, uh, any RPG that revolves around teenagers?

Maybe this is another situation where other people's playthrus were somehow wildly different from mine but Morgana was obviously into Ann and mentioned it periodically, but unlike the last two Persona games he didn't, like, go out of his way to be a fucking peeping tom or try to force her into uncomfortable situations. Hell, fucking YUSUKE does that more than Morgana.

Also, Ann, to my knowledge, never actually.... went "hey morgana fuck off" or expressed discomfort at the attention. She didn't return it but she was also the one who tried to stand up for Morgana and tried her best to get Ryuji to actually apologize (albeit in vain) and she treats Morgana as a friend. I never got the feeling Ann felt uncomfortable or unsafe around Morgana.

I dunno, I know I'm a huge Morgana fan and thus am inclined to defend him, but also I just fucking played the game, I have fifteen thousand six hundred and fourteen screencaps I used to recap and analyze the game. I feel pretty comfortable saying with some authority that Morgana isn't a simp.

[ichor-and-symbiosis]

some thoughts on the bnharem situation

i don’t understand why the debate of aging up characters for smut is making a comeback. when things were still buddy-buddy between people, it was totally alright for 18+ blogs to write aged-up scenarios. but now that there is bad blood, suddenly it’s a crime? make it make sense. 

ya’ll were simping for the big blogs until drama happened and you are not friends anymore. that’s not my business and i won’t deny someone the right to be angry over feeling like they have been slighted by someone they considered a friend. but spinning the story into demonizing writers for aging-up characters, when you had no problem with it before, is a ridiculous take that’s affecting a lot of other blogs now. if we’re going to spread this mentality then it should be done out of genuine conviction and not from people who were okay with big blogs writing aged-up scenarios when they were getting the attention they wanted from them. 

another issue currently making its rounds is the fact that certain blogs have not been honest about their ages. i think we, as adults in this fandom, can all agree that minors writing smut is not an issue in of itself. please write whatever you want. we’ve all been there before. the real issue here is that adults could be consuming nsfw content from blogs that could be run by minors. we want to know your age because we don’t want to consume your content. it’s wrong. minors sharing smut with other minors is fine, at least for me. we are all humans with urges. but it is wrong for servers run by adults to allow sharing of smut written by minors, especially when there are other adult members in the group. 

it is also wrong for minors to follow 18+ blogs run by adults. we have this rule for a reason. if you want to read smut from us then that is your business. lord knows that i started reading smut when i was really young, but i never interacted with the people who wrote this content. i just read it and moved on. if you want to read it then so be it, i genuinely don’t care. i just don’t want minors following me or speaking to me about nsfw content. 

and another thing that’s been brought up is how weird it is for adults to talk to minors at all. are you people serious? in what world is it grooming when adults and minors communicate? obviously there can be genuine grooming occurring. obviously adults can say some shit, minors can say some shit, it can always go wrong. but there are also good adults here who have no ill intentions. your own server has a mix of minors and adults speaking to each other. so what we’re not gonna do is bash big blogs for speaking to minors. HOW it was done remains to be seen. we need the evidence to see if inappropriate conversations were had. if the proof shows it, then i will absolutely believe your words and i will support you. but i have seen minors taking this idea and running with it and claiming these adults are pedophiles. if you have a problem with it then don’t go looking for adults to talk to. if we are going to be hardline about this then adults and minors should never communicate and they should never mingle on discord. we can’t cherry-pick here because these accusations are SERIOUS. 

throwing around the word ‘pedo’ for blogs that age up characters is ridiculous and it needs to fucking stop. the students are loved by the adults in this fandom because of their personalities and because their current appearances have the potential to look attractive when they become adults. that’s how i choose to see it and if you think that’s pedophilia then that’s on you. 

i’m also seeing discourse about another writer plagiarizing work. this has already been addressed by the writer, they have apologized to the person they wronged, they are on good terms now, and there has been no instance of this happening again. people are discussing how this writer has expressed feeling insecure about reading other people’s works because it makes them feel some type of way about their own writing, and this is being used as proof of the writer not supporting other blogs or picking and choosing which blogs they support. all of this is being used as a ‘gotcha’ moment by the blogs that are bringing up these issues.

who the fuck cares. if the plagiarism was already publicly addressed and the dispute was resolved, then we need to leave this shit in the past and allow people to grow and change for the better. and using the whole insecurity thing as somehow proof of character? like this person is terrible and unsupportive? this is genuinely childish and i don’t think this should have anything to do with the more serious topics that are surrounding the bnharem situation. i would much prefer understanding the accusations of inappropriate behavior in the server rather than this nonsense. 

if there is proof of inappropriate conversations occurring between minors and adults who knew they were speaking to minors, then that should be addressed and there should 100% be apologies and change.

if we are going to sit here and argue about who was being mean to who and who was being a bad friend or a shady bitch to who, then that is petty drama that should be resolved in private because who the fuck cares. i have seen really immature, repulsive, and rude behavior from the very people who are making accusations. people bitching about their friends turning on them and then talking shit, saying they had thoughts of sending anon hate, insulting writers for enjoying certain aus, complaining about people writing ocs, i’ve seen it all and i can safely say this - we are all human, we are all assholes when we want to be, none of us are virtuous little angels who are always so uwu nice and pleasant. so i’m tired of people pointing fingers about being bad friends because the truth of the matter is that sometimes friendships end for many reasons and you need to get over it. 

i’m waiting for the callout post. i want to understand the allegations of pedophilia. i don’t give a shit about someone being a bad friend. that’s all.

[trashcatsnark]

What’s your opinion on Kerry being available to only male V when it’s mentioned in-game that he’s bi (correct me if I’m wrong, I have terrible memory)?? I feel like they should’ve had bi romance options if they were able to implement both gay and straight ones.

Oh anon, oooooh anon. I love you dearly, but you intentionally or not might as well have thrown lit dynamite in my ask box. This discourse has been such a strange beast within this fandom and I have definitely shared some vague thoughts about it before. I’m putting everything under a read more, to help stave off some....harassment or putting it in people’s lives who may not want it. 

 I still remember I was frankly heartbroken and upset when I first learned Kery wasn’t romanceable by female V when the game first officially came out, but before I played it; River and Panam weren’t even really known about, cause they weren’t talked about much in the promo material,  plus Kerry was shown in romance scenes with what looked to be female V. So, if you go back far enough you’ll find me in December cope posting and being the saddest and angriest of beans, because other than Johnny who I knew was likely off the table. He was one of the only characters I wanted to potentially romance. Now, I’m further away from it, have  processed my feelings regarding it and am more rational I believe regarding the issue. 

But, that being said, a large issue of this sort of discourse is that; no matter what anyone says, someone somwhere is upset. I’ve been insulted, blocked, accused of fetishizing gay men, and so much over my opinion regarding this matter. I’m still currently debating if I even wanna tag this, cause the issue almost always brings negativity to my blog and to me. I have very little interest in being berated for this, so we’ll see how I feel after I finish typing this all out. I’m going to try to go through all my issues, my points, my troubles and feelings about the matter. But, at the end of the day, it is merely my opinion. If someone disagrees, fine, just don’t attack people or berate them over pixels in a video game. Just dont. That’s all I ask. Okay, so I’m gonna divide this into talking points and whatever, now. 

Firstly, Kerry is bisexual. Point blank, period. I’ve seen folks try to argue that his wife was like comphet, which if you dont know means that sometimes exclusively homosexual people will try to force themselves into heterosexual relationships because society has conditioned them to believe they have to be straight. While, I’m not negating the fact that this happens, as a bisexual/pansexual (I use the terms interchangeably to define my experience and feelings)  person I’ve struggled with it when making sense of my attraction to women. It genuinely is something that happens. This is not the case for Kerry; he doesn’t ever hide his attraction to men, between TTRPG lore and the video game he has had two wives , and he is stated by game developers and TTRPG creator to be bisexual.He is bisexual. Getting that out there, saying other wise, in my opinion is a level of bi erasure. That being said, I do still have my grievances with how the game chose to handle his bisexuality and bisexuality as whole, also imo, the game generally doesn’t seem...to treat players who are attracted to men well… 

But before I get into that, I wanna make clear, I feel like Cyberpunk 2077 should have had more romance options for every orientation. If you’re not going to create a player-sexual style of romance; ie where every romanceable character is attracted to the player regardless and wish to focus on each character having their own predetermined sexuality; only have one character for each sexuality is kind of bullshit. If you’re a lesbian player and you’re not into Judy, you get nothing, except a fuck around with Meredith (who I will get to later). You’re a straight woman, but not into River, shit out of luck. You’re a gay man who’s not into Kerry, sucks to suck bud. You’re a straight man who’s not into Panam (kind dont get how you wouldn’t be but who am i to judge), well, you can fuck Meredith… so woooo. Oh also, if you’re not attracted to women, you will still be forced to watch in first person pov a sex scene with Alt and if you want Johnny to like you, you gotta date a girl. Also, all the male love interests will be sidelined mostly…. Hooray… But I digress, either go in with all romance options bi/pan/player sexual, or give more options for romance. Cause now you have the issue of people not getting the partner they hoped for and not liking their only option. Now, you got people trying to make the Judy  bi, which is lesbian erasure and lesbophobic, along with people saying Kerry isn’t bi and can’t be with women which is bi erasure and biphobic. Whereas, if you had just gone in from the get go with either more options or a player-sexual romance system; we wouldn’t be here, CDPR. 

Okay, so next thing, now that I’ve addressed my issues with the entire romance system and that yes, Kerry is bi. Should Kerry have been able to be romanced as female V? Yes and no. Which sounds vague, but I’m going somewhere. With the current set up of it; Kerry being romanceable to a female V would have unfairly given female players an additional love interest over male players. Female V would have the option of Judy, River, or Kerry. And Male V’s would have the option of Kerry or Panam. That’s not fair. I get that, inherently. CDPR painted themselves into a corner, by only letting there be two romances for “each” gender, one for “each” sexuality, and then using a canonically bi character for one of them. They played themselves, they were either gonna have to give an unfair amount of love interest to one side of their gender system or make a bi character who will only pursue one gender. So, they went for the latter. 

Now, some people feel thats fine, because Kerry having a gender preference is fine and its okay for bi people to lean a certain way in regards to gender and its okay for them to not be attracted to people. And that is true. I am a bisexual woman who leans a little more towards men, I get that. However, I have only been given one reason for Kerry’s preference for male V over female V. And it was by a developer of the game who stated that Kerry pursues Male V and not Female V because Male V reminds him more of Johnny… And I hate that. I personally, hate it so deeply, because to me it does a complete disservice to Kerry and V’s relationship and Kerry’s arc. Because even with female V you see him being preoccupied with Johnny and V’s connection to Johnny, then you see him move past that. So, to then state, its still a deciding factor in him romancing V is so wrong to me. Like why???? Why would you do that to people who like Kerry??? Why would you put that in their heads, that Kerry on some level, subconsciously or not, was thinking about Johnny when he decides to romance V. Cause that’s not in the game, in the game you get the vibe he’s moving on past Johnny, like he’s growing, developing, genuinely likes V. But that stupid tweet, just radiates rancid vibes, whyyy???  

And then, outside of that nasty tweet, I have to ask what other reason is there for why he prefers male V over fem V.  They’re...the same characters essentially, just with different pronouns and body type. They also can look like whatever you want; they’re completely customizable. So, Its based off of what the game associates with  gender characteristics and nothing else, meaning, his attraction is rooted solely in their gender and he turns down fem V by virtue of them being a woman and nothing else. Which, yeah, bisexual/pansexual people have preferences but when that preference completely excludes a gender based on nothing but gender…. Uhh????? See my issue???? 

And I’ve seen people saying, well, its better than CDPR playing into slutty will date anybody bisexual stereotypes. But, the thing is...THEY STILL DO THAT which is what drives me up the god damn wall; they managed to do slutty bi stereotypes and I don’t even get kiss the boy, which again, I get the need for fairness but wow, just wow. And lemme explain. 

Meredith is the only character, other than joytoys, whom you can have sex with regardless of gender, body type, etc. She is the only character who shows that she is attracted to V on some level regardless of gender. 

She is a one night stand. Her sex animations are the same as joytoys. She treated like a promiscuous love phobic woman.  And having characters like that is fine, my own V is promiscuous and love phobic. But, we can acknowledge that in a video game by a AAA game company having the only character who is at least physically attracted to the player no matter what, be nothing but sex fodder...isn’t great bi representation, right? 

Oh, and Kerry himself still is a promiscuous bisexual man, he just won’t romance female V because apparently, according to a dev, they don’t remind him of Johnny enough. AND THATS THE DEVS WORDS, NOT MINE, I HATE THAT. Like, Kerry is shown to have people’s lingerie around his house. He’s stated by Johnny to be someone who fucks around. He gets a blowjob from a man in a stairwell. 

The two most blatantly canonically bi character in this game are promiscuous; one wont romance V at all and just wants sex, the other will only romance a male V because at worse, he’s comparing them mentally subconsciously to his dead friend and at best….because….reasons…. Literally, from what I understand for Kerry to romance V, they have to have the “male” body type and “male” voice. Meaning, fem V could literally by all appearances look like masc V, body type wise, but because she uses female pronouns and has a feminine sounding voice...no… the stars say no… 

In my honest opinion, it is bad bisexual representation and a not so well thought out romance system for a game. 

But, that being said, I literally never romance anyone, because I’m a Johnny simp. So, the fuck do I know.

oh god do i tag this.... ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

[zumpietoo]

Alsoooo

As I waded briefly thru endless “narcissist/cheater” on LSA, all courtesy of Silly Liareyes, I realiced this, too, needs to be addressed, from its origin:

(and I’m gonna fucking tag this)

As I noted earlier today, “narcissism” is a term frequently bandied about as evvollll, by people who clearly have no idea what it means----or that some narcissism is normal, healthy, in fact and that one can be a “narcissist” without having NPD....which is DSMV diagnosed personality disorder....and, once again, unless you’re a licensed psychiatrist, it isn’t something you should be tacking onto anybody else, EVER....

As this relates to Cole:

Last spring, Amy, in a painfully manipulative series of DMs to me, in some inexplicable, pissed off fit over my yet again “choosing Cole” over her daughter (which, LBR, that she GAF what a complete stranger thinks is pretty weird and creepy all by itself), called him a “narcissist” while alluding to him being a cheater, being angry and, until I persuaded her otherwise, largely thought he “deserved” the abuse she had caused to rain down on him.

I even pointed out, “so are most people in Hollywood” (as are most politicians, etc) to diffuse, while thinking, “so’s your daughter, so are you....”

Which is where all this bullshit begins...

I would be remiss if I failed to point out that, sorry, not sorry, but not only is Amy not a doctor/psychiatrist/therapist/etc, she’s honestly, pretty fucking ignorant and frequently, herself bandies about incorrect, misapplied terms:

E.G. We’re discussing the same person who repeatedly threatened to “sue me so bad for slander” and stated she’s “see me in jail”....even tho it would be “libel” (which I pointed out to her multiple times, so she’s WILLFULLY ignorant) and it’s a tort/civil wrong, not a criminal act....so there would be no, actually, prison time (jail in the US is typically more about holding time, etc), even if she had been correct (no).

And we all know it went nowhere and I still laugh at the other claim of her attorneys “reaching out to twitter users to prove I doxxed everybody”, even tho I didn’t and, again, no court is going to consider an anonymous 12 year old with a grudge on twitter a credible witness to anything.

So the basis for at least 50% of their Cole hate is an offhand, incorrect insult by a pissy, ignorant soccer mommy....

Then we have “he was emotionally abusive”. Based on Breetch’s crazy campaign, that has been fully debunked, as well. Additionally, her (and, LBR, their) definition of “emotional abuse” translates to “dude failed to be the perfect fanfic BF/simp and put me and my issues first, every moment of every day, forever....and actually thought about what he might want or need every now and again”.

Whelp, then everybody’s an emotional abuser, then....cause nobody’s a saint and, frankly, that’s unspeakably unhealthy.....in fact “not an emotional abuser” would more closely meet “huge enabler” in this scenario.

It’s also, OFC, laughable that this comes from people who seek to, themselves, troll, bully, terrorize and doxx strangers and their families, including CHILDREN on a routine basis....solely for daring to hold a different opinion about celebrities none of us are likely to ever have a more meaningful exchange with past a photo signing at a con.

So, again, there entire hate basis (besides the obvious self insertion, etc) is from two loony, ignorant wimmin feeling butthurt cause Cole felt relationships were no longer working for him. And each thought he had already “moved on” and couldn’t take it....

Which he’s fully entitled to do.