#and inhale the content

[kwamiwayzz]

Tbh I'm not really surprised by how shocking and edgy Flip Side is because that's what I expected in the original and in Re-Up. But my main issue with this game, sbn's weird kinks aside, is that flip side felt more like jecka torture porn. it's either her getting verbally abused by her dad, dating her pedo teacher with no payoff, or just her going off the rails

how do you have 5 endings but none of them seem to have a decent ending for her. i guess you can argue that the jeffery dying ending is somewhat of a neutral ending for her, but the route in that seemed like it encompassed 50% of the game

the only ending i can say was probably the best written one was the nicole suicide ending since it was treated seriously and the player got insight to what was going on in jecka's head after nicole committed. i also like her whole talk with ms ames about how no one at school really gave a shit about her or nicole after all that went down, and then it just ends like that

i was honestly hoping there would be more routes where this game overlaps with the first two, but i guess that's wishful thinking.

the only positives i can really say about this game are the stellar voice acting from kayli mills as jecka (and also everyone else), and the use of more CG panels

other than that, the lack of content in this third game is not worth $15 just save your money and give it to a c09 fanartist/content creator or something

[solarisfortuneia]

— 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐞𝐟.

✦ info: kaeya returns home wearing his master thief costume. (takes place after the events of 'secret summer paradise' in version 3.8)

✦ warnings: not proofread.

✦ notes: where can i get myself a kaeya pls why isn't he here with me

the clock strikes nine just as the knob to your front door turns, the little bird in the wooden device chirping out the counts at precise intervals. the creaks of the door are not loud, yet they still have you jolting awake from your impromptu after-shower nap. 

“sorry, did we wake you?” a very familiar voice whispers into the dark from near the hallway. kaeya’s back! you realize, rubbing the sleep from your eyes.

you shake your head, closing the book that lays open on your lap. “no, no. i just dozed off.” you laugh it off, smiling at your boyfriend and at klee, who’s dozing off comfortably in kaeya’s arms. she stirs when he moves a little too abruptly. 

“hey, it’s okay, you can go back to sleep.” he coos softly, patting her head. he sets her down on the couch, gently laying her head on a cushion.

“we had a little too much fun in sumeru,” he tells you after he’s made sure she’s sound asleep, pulling you close and wrapping his arms around your waist. “she’s all tired out. albedo’ll be here to take her home soon.”

“i can tell. i love her mage costume.” you squint at his indigo and peacock feather get up. “and you’re supposed to be a…?”

he huffs playfully, pouting. “you can’t tell? i’m a master thief, clearly.”

“the style suits you.” you tap at his lips and his mouth spreads into a grin underneath your fingers, lighting up his entire face. “though, you’re not you without the boob-window. or that fluffy monstrosity you call a cape. it’s characteristic, but unnecessary. ”

he gasps in mock offense. “how could you slander my cape that way? you call it an unnecessary fluffy monstrosity, yet you still steal it when you’re cold, do you not?”

you exhale forcefully through your nose despite your best efforts to keep a straight face. “touché. drama queen.” 

“besides, i was born for this role, you know,” he says, mischief glinting in his periwinkle eye. “after all, did i not manage to steal your heart?” 

you roll your eyes, undoing the peacock feather tie and tugging at the braid he has his hair in to free it. he gives you a fond look, shaking his head to assist once you’ve loosened it enough. azure cascades down his shoulders, a slight wave throughout. “so, master thief kaeya, wearer of feathers, stealer of hearts.” your expression mirrors the still-present grin on his face as you loop your arms around his neck, his hair a silky waterfall on your fingers. “what caper are you chasing next?” 

“since i already have the most precious of hearts in my hands, i believe i need to steal a few kisses to complete my collection, yes?” 

“but good sir, are you sure you’d be satisfied with just a few?”

“oh, haven’t you heard, darling?” you feel his mouth curl into a slow smile against your neck, his voice a caress against your skin.

 “i’m insatiable.”

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[krtke]

[shamblespirate]

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[yossarians]

joseph and kars i love you both insanely

[jvpiterstears]

guys be real should i make a sour screen discord server i'm so fucking ill over them i'm willing to do it if you guys will join. we can have a little community n stuff and actively interact... uooghhpuhg,,,.,,...,..,,

edit 8/23/24: THE SERVER WAS MADE EARLIER THIS MONTH DM ME HERE ON TUMBLR FOR AN INVITE. i’ve seen some people comment or like the post without liking the other posts about the server opening, so… server is open and i’m sending out invites to people who dm me for them

[book-of-legends]

Fanart for @asksableye suggested by... me. Because I would sell my soul for this trash racoon, mans a sassy dumpster fire and I say this with love. 💖

[sigsy]

Me fighting the urge to search up anything to do with Good Omens before I finish S2

[deathblacksmoke]

daily fave nick 🤍

[novelconcepts]

There are a lot of Worst Things about depression. Everybody's got a different Worst Thing. Hell, I can't always decide on what my personal Worst Thing is. Sometimes it's the numb despair. Sometimes, it's the dumb animal panic. Most of the time, though, it's that there isn't enough room inside of me.

What I mean is: I care about too many things. I think that's pretty standard these days for a lot of people. Empathy stretched fine as gossamer. We see so much suffering each day. We see so much more than any one person was meant to. So you wind up caring, because caring is what a person is wired to do, what makes life worth living. You care about people you know. You care about people you've never met. You care about situations in countries you haven't set foot in. You care about the political climate of your own hometown. You care about your own dreams. You care about your best friend's bad luck. You care about your pets' health. You care about when the next book in your favorite series will come out. You care, and you care, and you care, because you're wired to care about it all. It's exhausting sometimes, but it's life. Sometimes the best part of life.

With depression, the caring space gets to feeling too full. Has packed tight, all those elements butting into one another until they lose meaning, the darkness threading into the gaps. There just isn't enough room inside of me for all the fear and the despair and the weird empty anger, much less the stuff that actually matters. So I start shorting out. Because, see, depression makes it so I can't care; don't see a point in even trying. And the real me, the part of me that isn't being cannibalized by the demons, doesn't know how to do anything else. So the middle ground becomes: shrink the caring space. Shrink it down bit by bit. All systems are running at once, and we're getting low on juice, so the natural thing is to start shutting off lights. Start jettisoning the extraneous to make room.

Except it's depression at the wheel, not common sense, so it's not just the extra flair getting turned off. Not the despair and the mind-numbing terror and the reckless urge to pick fights. The stuff that winds up getting tossed is stuff I need. Stuff that keeps me going. It's all being shut down at once, no rhyme or reason, until I suddenly can't care about the things that are me. Intrinsic, fabric-level stuff. I can't care about creating. About making art. About telling stories. I can't care about other people telling stories. I can't care about my friends the way I'm supposed to. I can't care about their travel or their kids or their wins. I can't care about making food for myself. I can't care about brushing my teeth. I'm shutting down to component parts, but I didn't get to pick which components are still running full-power, so I wind up with just a handful of randomly blinking lights. Suddenly, I care very much about my fear of the future, my financial insecurity, how fast I can run a 5K, a single television show--and just about nothing else.

It isn't healthy. It's sure as fuck not sustainable. And I know from experience that the rest of the system will come back online eventually. I'll find myself telling another story in a week or a month. I'll find myself sketching something out of nowhere. I'll find myself able to grieve a lost loved one and treasure my new nephew. It'll all come back, in time. But it's the in-between bit that grates. The bit where I'm in the shuttle with my knees tucked against my chest, sucking oxygen through a straw, trying to conserve whatever is still running. The bit where I resent the people in my life who aren't running on fumes like I am. Where I'm furious that they can care, that they can move freely, that they aren't pacing a minuscule cage like I am. It's a loss, all the months and years I've spent on life support. It's a fucking waste.

That's where I am right now. Life support. Little things get in, from time to time. I can suddenly inhale a book series start to finish. I can suddenly coax myself into eating the same thing for lunch for three weeks straight. Those are extra lights on the dash, and I have to treasure them. Because there isn't really room, so any little thing that I find space for is a gift. And everything else--talking. planning. trusting. creating. intake.--has to stay dark for a little while longer.

It'll come back on. I have to believe it'll come back on.

In the meantime, I hunker in my shuttle, and I wait.

[grinu]

GRAHH BLUE EXORCIST ON MY MIND ALL DAY ALL NIGHT

[benevolentcannibal]

Luffy tossing Zoro his hat while he runs off to do something stupid and just doesn’t ask for his hat back.

Why hasn’t Zoro worn the hat Oda?

[spookythesillyfella]

i keep thinking about making digitaltime content but .. i don't know what to do ... :[

anyway that one text post made me think of my colin birthday art so yk . whatever . i am okay with that .

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[fecklesheckleshacklesschmeckles]

don't tell me scissor sisters' 'i can't decide' wouldn't make a great inside no 9 fanvid

i've only seen like a third of it so far but i'm already convinced there'd be a shot to perfectly match every lyric

[ofbardsandmen]

been staring at this for almost 4 days now, feels like i forgot how to blink.

[enemui]

save me, killer one piece, save me