#and your (eventually) like ok I fuck with that

[pichichuu]

HIII!! I ABSOLUTELY ADORE YOUR WORK I GOBBLE IT UP EVERY TIMEE!! I've been thinking about this prompt ever since I saw kpdh... Abby x siren!reader. I feel like it would just work soooo well and I would really enjoy if you write it, but no pressure! If you don't want to write it, could it please be smut? Thank you!!

waitttt i might use this au a few times if that's ok! i'll start with some headcanons and if you (or anyone) has any specific scenarios or other headcanons they wanna see/share please let me know! thank you for trusting me with this idea oml...

if you'd rather i not use the au like this please let me know :) i don't wanna take it from you at all. if you're comfortable going off of anon i would love to credit you for the au idea in potential future works!

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abby x siren!reader headcanons

mdni! reader is a gender neutral idol in this one also :)

tags: possessiveness, creampie, oral (reader gives), aphrodisiacs, implied marathon, the last one is exhibitionist/voyeuristic

siren!reader who meets abby when the saja boys set you two up for a duet together

you know he's not a human, but you don't know what effect your voice has on demons. he suggests you sing a few lines for him before you officially begin the collab. you start to sing your idol, the first few lines, his lines, leave your lips in your heavenly voice. he doesn't know if it's your voice or the fact that you're singing his lines that makes blood rush to his dick, but he quickly has to adjust his position to hide his raging boner.

you notice of course, realizing that this is probably the effect of your voice. you keep singing just to tease him, then offer to help him. you've been meeting up since.

he'll drop in while you're writing lyrics, using the key you gave him to your studio. half the time he'll have his hands on you before you have the chance to say hello, your voice like an aphrodisiac on him.

your moans have the same effect as your singing; he gets impossibly harder with each one. you love to feel him throb in you in direct response to your singing.

he asks you to give him head, his cock painful and leaking, desperate for release, only to discover that having your mouth full doesn't make it better. in fact, it's worse; your moans have the same effect as before, but now he also can feel the vibrations of your throat.

he's made a song with recordings of you humming around his cock. he gets hard every time he listens to it, not from your voice but from your little secret.

he loves bathing or swimming with you. you get to be in your siren form and he gets to relax in water free of water demons.

he's so whipped. he'll ask you to use your voice on him like he's a sailor and will fuck you in your private pool.

he's usually so dominant, but sometimes has you sing him to sleep. he loves falling asleep buried deep inside you.

you took aphrodisiacs once without him, calling and begging him to come over. you made him go more than one round, your singing keeping his length deliciously hard and throbbing.

the saja boys finally hear the duet in its recorded version, unaffected by your voice due to the recording. they suggest you do a live performance together at their next concert to help collect souls for gwi ma, but abby is vehemently opposed. they don't realize the effect your voice has on demons.

they don't listen to him, insisting on working with you. he feels his possessive streak ignite in him. he comes to your place early, saying he wants to practice. when he cums in you for the first time, telling you to keep it in while pulling your underwear up, you realize he's possessive of you. he just wanted his seed in you before you met his groupmates.

when you do meet, you discover your singing has the same effect on the rest of the saja boys. abby doesn't let them near you, keeping his hands on you at all times. he's palming at his boner, and eventually you cave, letting him fuck you in your studio. the saja boys stand around you, hands working over their hard cocks, still prohibited from touching you.

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[mattsariella]

✮nervous

˖⋆࿐໋emo!submatt x smalltown!reader

ᝰ.ᐟ matt can’t keep his fingers out of his mouth…

warnings: smut, p in v, riding, verbal insults?, nail biting, implied established safe word.-lmk if I missed any

You were on top of him, as fucking always. Matt was a groaning, whimpering crying mess below you. His hands desperately pawed at your hips, needing something to hold onto.

“Hands to yourself Matt” you interrupted shoving them off

You bounced on his dick with ease, chasing the orgasm that you knew wasn’t coming anytime soon. But you still loved the way Matt stirred below you, teary eyed and sweaty. He was struggling to keep up and you knew it. Your hand tussled in his hair, grinning back down at his pathetic expression, the way his breath heaved with the added contact.

“i-I um mmf” Matt moaned helplessly trying to form a sentence

“Mmm what was that Matt?” You questioned mockingly, him only letting out a quiet sob in response.

“Pathetic” you hummed “fucking pathetic”

Your hand left its grip on his hair, travelling to his waist. Dragging your fingers in carful traces down his sides as he squirmed in desperation.

“Mmf-f-fuck y/n stop i-i can’t” Matt cried holding your wrists tightly as he stared up at you with a pleading look. “I-im gonna c-mmf cum if y-ou keep doing that” he practically sobbed “t-too soon f-fuck”

You giggled at his pleas but he was right, the torture would have him untied in seconds if your continued, and you weren’t there yet. Which was exactly why you didn’t stop. You shushed him gently, continuing you soft strokes of your hand past his stomach and chest, his skin twitching through every move.

“I-i can’t hold it mmf fuck im s-sorry” he groaned, Matt had used all his willpower lasting as long as he did but this was his tipping point.

“S’alright Matt let it go” you smiled at him, pace of your hips unwavering.

Within seconds of your words Matt’s hands were gripping his sheets desperately as he finished with a loud sobbing moan. You however didn’t stop, or even slow as you continued to grind down on him, his release guiding even smoother movements of your hips. As the stimulation continued Matt squirmed desperately, looking up at you with pleading eyes, chest nearly concaving.

“I-im done why are y-you still going” Matt questioned meekly, trying to hold back the whimpers leaving his open lips. You chuckled dryly at his plea, your hand pressing down his chest to still his arching.

“I’m not done though? Am I Matt?” You snap, picking up the pace of your hips. His squirms intensifying.

Your legs pinned his together as he kicked and thrashed underneath you. He knew he could make you stop if he needed to, but he didn’t, you knew how much he secretly loved this. Matt arched his back desperately, his dick pushing further into you, your pace slowing but intensified.

“I-it hurts” Matt whimpered below you, his eyes staring anywhere but your face.

“You’re fine” you mutter with a cruel roll of your eyes. It probably did hurt, but you were ok with that.

You began to feel yourself getting closer, throwing your head back from the sudden increase of pleasure. Matt stared up at you mesmerised, he loved watching you like this, his cheeks flushing a dark red as his gaze locked on your blissed expression.

Just as the pressure intensified from your growing orgasm, Matt begin to feel the knot in his stomach return. Small, weak moans left his lips as he stared up at you, your gaze eventually falling to ment his. The eye contact only grew the well of pleasure that was building in him, it somehow scared him, and you loved it.

Matt’s shaking hand moved to his mouth as he weakly bit this thumbnail, just as he always did when he was nervous. His eyes fell from your view, looking down to his hand has he tried to focus on not going red. His thumb failed to stifle the cries and whimpers that left his lips, his oncoming collapse becoming obvious.

“Get your fucking hand out of your mouth Matt” you spat, pulling his thumb away from his own grip. You shook your head tauntingly at his pitiful state, the smirk you were hiding poking through the corners of your mouth.

“I-im sorry-fuck you just make me nervous” he huffed with embarrassment.

“Good” you grinned as your pace quickened.

ᝰ.ᐟ a/n: yayy first mini fic for the au!! These fics/blurbs/etc won’t be in any kind of order so feel free when requesting to ask for different time frames, aka before they met, when they were just friends, and so on. Also don’t be shy to ask for genres other than smut, I also love writing fluff and angst :)

divider creds: @bernardsbendystraws

taglist: @mattilda987 @lolastrniolo @courta13

[azonewithu]

Yeah well theyre complate faslse in the wrong assholes to God. I think those stupid rat fucks underestimated Gid as usual. Even the religio losers dont wanna admit there even is a god that would contradict their useless drspises religio ways. God doesnt like anyone around herevthat much. A lot of you kids ate ok you wouldnt do what done of the do called captains if your industry did. And theyre very fuckn sorry whether theyll admit it yo you or not. Did you steal done of my writing Jenna? Then youre ok. Anyone who did the rest of you should tske up a collectionnosy a hit an snd hsve them fuckn murdered befote thry get you sll killed. Michael on hunt snd kill mode until further notice. No spacecraft is going to mars or anywhere. Why would i let any of you pridoners off this rock to go anywhere but hell? Its the only place on my galaxy you deserve to go. No if you look at how you elites treat regular old people on this rat tock you should understand immediately why im hunting snd killing them off at sn alarming right. An Alarm wqs sent to me. People parying for help. Im Azriel youll all surrender or youre sll ginne die.everyone im done with humanity thete is nithing about you assholes i should forgive. So forgive me now Gabriel you hit now. Keep it up kerp ignoring me eventually youll be in a movie you wish you wrent ever in for any price. Yeah i like a few of the girls msybe theyre nucer than the rest of you uou just dont mnow that. Get sngry thst God likes them better than you. You got worse problems from what my master eyes csn see. Youve stolen from God youll make smends or snyone involved you know who the fuck you are, youll be targeted slong with the region you live in. Ill byen everything diwn sround you snd you know i csn. This is a dying lkanet anyway. If i see that bpionde ugly spokes MAN american bitch tapk one morevtime shew fucon dead. Yeah you yoo you igly fuckn bitch Gid drspises you and your fucon ugly people. Keep talking like that ill get my sniper rifle. Youue an uhky fucon passive aggressive bitch. Your finished your whole nation abd your soldiers are fuckn cowards fuck you. That bitch is dead one way or snother id not let her talk anymore ir she ll have a contract out on her do big youll see. Keep it up youre not tough bitch youre a spoiled ass whote. Howd you like the tandom explisions thsts Mochael.bondi dhut yhe fuck up we re almost gonna vome out into the streets abd murder every fucking kne of yiu. We lo burn the enture state fiwn with you in it. Yeah youte fuvk sll and unlike me you hsve no wrath shut uo. We ll out a contract on your big stuoid head do big youll be desd in a week. Just shut up i piss on your nations head and in your fucon face. Fuckn die all of you. Michael kill all if these people. I just prayed to my Arvhs for yiur desth. That chivk is a fuckn bitch sho should be dhot in the fuckn gmhead. We re just getting started bitch yiure fuckn dead along wiyh your family you keep talking. Take up a collection theres hitmen to hire is all csn say. Theyrw goin doen i can tell. Youlk be anihilated in the next election people see ehat you are. We might fight kn the atreets snd byrn the ehite house fown we re considering tgst. No orace snywhere is message we want you presidents fat fuckn head. Is thst goof insane hes lost his mind eh. Well we re coming gor you then. Nobidy likes you peopke we pary fir your fucon deaths dveryday. Eventualky if God wants you dead and your nation desttoyed thsts exactly what will happen. No im lived ehore you literalky are despised by jist about anykne who hears you. I cancentrate on you you uhky fuckn bitch until youte fuvon desd. Your boss is fone tell him that. Literalky and figuratively. We eill never stop fighting ever. None if these wars end on his watch he has no sutboriry over us. We all got nukes can tell him yo shut the fuck up for the rest of us on earth. Youre gonna die in flames. Your whole everything is going doen in flames. How come all your soldiers ate yellow ciwards who font duel if youre sll dontough in tv. Yeah the bitch cant answer that.

[laserbobcat]

Feel free to say it's too personal, but what was your bipolar diagnosis process like? How long did it take to figure out what worked?

Trying to be precise to help but it's a bit long

Went to a psychiatrist like "Hey I might have ADHD, anyway I'm not ok AT ALL I need to know if I have something with a name on it and how to adapt cause like, I'm at the end of my rope here"

Psychiatrist was a super cool woman, super lucky. We had a few sessions and she told me there was soooo much anxiety that she had no idea wtf was under, we had to lower that first. I know she wasn't a fraud because she offered a lot of alternative stuff like plants etc (here in France, doctors will throw meds at you like it's candy, without thinking, istg) but i was like yeah no, I'm not doing ok, and things like valeriane or milpertuis won't cut it, tried already. I did not want to take antidepressants because they're fucking awful to me, and I'm not depressive, I have depressive episodes. Like, all in all, I'm pretty happy, though anxious. It's rare that life is shit enough to put me down for long, but when I spiral down it's fast and intense. So she gave me the basic dose of a med that stabilizes mood, it's used for bipolar and epilepsy. It helped a lot.

At the same time I saw a therapist pretty often, she evaluated me for adhd but I'm not really there. Not enough. The attention problems come from anxiety and HIP. So mental hyperactivity. Did you know HIP and HEP people tend to feel stupid? Hilarious.

Anyway, my psychiatrist left my town, and before she did, she gave the bipolar type 2 diagnosis, because technically it is, so my next therapist can work with that angle. But she told me not to get too hung up on the label, since really my main problem is generalized anxiety and I desperately need to approach life in a softer way.

Anyway, it took me a month to have an appointment there, I saw a nurse for a quick evaluation, then two months until the psy could see me (they're busy and not enough docs here) , we had like 5 sessions in like three months? After the meds I had to go see her pretty regularly with bloodwork to check if it was good for me etc. I'd say after 6-8 months she only saw me every 4-6 months just for a check up, because I was stabilized by the treatment and I was seeing the therapist regularly. I think the whole thing lasted two years. I still go see a therapist there, they're great.

I'm very lucky I had her as a psychiatrist, she's super cool. Before that i had shit therapists one-shots as a kid, and when I was 20 I started with alternative types of therapy that worked great and got me a lot of breakthrough, like hypnosis of kinesiotherapy. But I really wanted that medical approach cause I wanted to know what kind of label would be put on my brain, and I was really really low in life and felt I needed some kind of meds to help at this point. I'm hopeful I can get slowly off of them eventually, when my anxiety lowers enough that I can try.

Hope the info helps? I know it can help to hear other people's experiences I tried to be thorough.

[sweeterthancandy]

pls can i request calum smut in their tour bus & like being caught or heard by his friends..?🤭😩

awkward…

warnings: obvi getting caught, lowk humiliating for you, sweet sex, flustered cal, just dumb boy stuff

nsfw below the cut!! 🍰

you and calum had been sneaking around for awhile now, in a dark corner backstage, secret dates around a coffe shop, sleepovers in his hotel room, and hanging out in his tour bus.

the boys were suspicious but never certain, until this very day.

it was late, all of them had left for the bar long ago while calum faked a “serious cough” which of course involved you showing up to the bus that had been parked in an empty lot.

youd cuddled up to him in the lounge that the bus had hidden behind closed doors while you talked about meaningless things, moments before his horny teenage brain rambled out in action, which left you here, beneath him on the couch as he felt you up kissing down your throat.

“is this ok.. yeah? good lets get these off” he muttered aa he came up to yank your panties down your leg from underneath your simple denim skirt. your hair played lovely against the leather seats as you reached for anything to ground yourself, whimpering a touch at the sight of him infront of you, “please..”

this boosted his ego and now hes getting cocky, “yeah you want it? ‘course you do look at you” he smiles as he pushes your knees apart to fit in between them as he struggled to undo his belt awkwardly making you giggle, breaking the facade.

“slow down baby, you got it” your thumb stroked over his hand in a comforting way, “shit dont talk to me like that-“ he muttered flustered when he finally got it hi constricting jeans off, unzipping quickly to release his bulge. your eyes widened as he dipped his hand into his boxers pulling himself out with a soft whine as he pumped himself a few times before eventually lining himself up with your entrance, looking up at him with big eyes as he pushes in.

feeling everything in an instant, your hand jumps to his forearm needing to hold onto anything “dont move yet-“ you whimper out. he waits until you give permission to start thrusting slowly making sure you feel every inch of him. “yeahhh… feel that?” he groans out as he nips at your earlobe.

“so good-faster please cal” you beg and he delivers, coming up to grab at your knees and ram himself into you quicker and deeper. this earned a guttural moan as you arched yourself off the faux leather. “fuck yes harderr” your broken whine cut of by a loud groan coming from his mouth.

a sliding noise coming from a few feet beside you, “calum are yo-oh my GOD” when suddenly all movement stops as you both whipped your head to the door, there stood luke, michael and ashton. “oh my god-get out get out get out-“ he spoke rushed and truly terrified.

their faces held a shocked expression, calums hand went to zip his pants back up as they scurried away slamming the door. “im so sorry oh my god-“ he yanked you panties up your legs roughly pushing you to sit up and throwing a blanket over you.

“stay here fuck-“ he spit through his teeth, hes so pissed. he slammed the door when he walks out making them flinch at the sight of him “guys-its not-“ laughter. theyre fucking laughing.

“dude you were so fucking loud..” michael spoke up as they continued to fall over in laughter, “bro no i wasnt im sick i swear-i- fuck whatever” he sat down on the couch, ash falling down next to him as the laughter died down.

“harder calum fuck!!” he imitated your moan directly inti his ear squeezing his imaginative boobs making them all laugh again of course.

you definitely heard that one.

i hope i gave you the humiliation you wanted bae 🫡

[wachtelspinat]

Making art is difficult!! I went through about ten years feeling like I couldn't make anything and not knowing why. It didn't feel fun. As "the art kid" it felt really shit. It was only after having time to deal with mental health stuff and going through art school that I eventually figured out how to have fun with art without thinking about what it "has" to be. Not saying this is your situation but I hope you can be kind to yourself and not feel pressured to make stuff while resting. I think that is what I would've wanted to say to myself.

Thank you for inspiring me as a kid, I still look up to your art and I hope you will find out what is fun for you :) take it easy!!

ok this is weird i remember getting an email notif for this ask in may but it never showed up in my inbox, not when i looked on my browser/phone nor when i tried to open it through the mail. and all of a sudden it's in my inbox. i'm real sorry for that, idk what happened here.

thank you so much for your kind words and perspective ;; i've been thinking about why the drive is gone and part of me fears it's because i have nothing to say and nothing to show currently. like there is no motivation behind drawing because i've got nothing to share, no urge to let people know "hey this is what i like". i'm still absolutely hooked on my blorbos and other things but. it's hard to explain. i'm kinda very confident with just liking the things i like. i still wanna draw again that's for sure, but i also realize that my motivation to pick up a pen is strongly tied to the prospect of showing it or like, uploading it somewhere. and i have no interest in that right now. so it's hard for me to tell my brain "but i'd really love to draw anyways, please <: )"

brain's reward system is fucking broken. i've also stopped playing solo video games years ago because they feel like a waste of time alongside my meatgrinder day job. any game that doesn't have an extra benefit is not considered worthy in my head (like, extras would be "it's an online game, so you are not only gaming, but you're gonna spend time with friends"). which is. not good. because "having fun" and "experiencing a story" for example should be benefits enough. but it's hard to tell your brain that once the gears have changed. and i think it's the same with drawing currently. like i still value it way higher than playing games, but i feel it slipping in the same corner of scrutiny whether it's "worth it" or not.

[smallerbrandon]

I DID IT

My delta theory

I believe Deltarune is a sequel to Undertale. And before you go “Brandon, the true ending, Brandon, kris and frisk are different, Brandon, delta rune is a whole other game, not a sequel” I KNOW. I promise. But think about this: The genocide ending. Ho ho ho, missamee, you didn’t see that spicy meat-a-ball around le corner, now did you? During that ending, chara tells you that, essentially, you fucked it alllllll up,  just obliterated everything. This world is useless now. “Let us erase this world and move on to the next”

And so you do. 

Now in a perfect world, Deltarune would boot up, oh snap anther world with new and old characters, and A WINNER IS ME, but games take time to bake, Jimothy. So that’s why undertale doesn’t just boot up deltarune for you. Common knowledge, sure, but I ain’t takin no chances. Everything is different except for one thing. The very culmination of your being. Your SOUL. And even better, you get to create a vessel for yourself, before having it be discarded while you are told “You cannot chose who you are in this world” And so you must live... as Kris.

 Kris is a child of toriel, well known around the town, kinda crazy but fun about it, a real solid protagonist. They also are being controlled by an heart shaped entity. You. And they make it known that they hate you. Your soul is required to seal fountains. After all, Kris can’t speak, as they are human. But by that logic, Kris should have a soul of their own. So what gives? Easy. You’re here. Your SOUL is here. But since no vessel is available, the nearest human genderless child will have to do. Deltarune is the consequence of your carnage.  Deltarune is your fault. Deltarune happens because the previous world failed to satisfy you. Deltarune is the sequel to Undertale. 

Sort of.

You gotta understand, there’s other things that are different, but not by that much. 

Humans and monsters? Check.

Soul? Check.

Pacifist and genocide routes? Check, but with a question mark?

I feel like deltarune is a separate world entirely, not a separate timeline, otherwise sans would be destroying us in chapter one. But instead of a part-timeline time lord, he’s just the janitor. Instead of the king, asgore is a “retired” cop. Papyrus isn’t real. But on top of that, I feel deltarune is a cage, meant to keep you there and protect itself and other worlds from being destroyed. You kill everyone and hit ERASE again, Nutdealer’s screwed! You’re encouraged to not fight so you can see more stuff, do more things, but if you try, enemies run away, specific bosses get better healing, and you have to play by the rules to progress. 

And so you continue, but eventually you meet someone who, if you play your cards right, will give you the carnage you wish for. Noelle “susielover” Holiday. And so, you load up a new file, and you fight through everything the game allows you to (which is a lot tbh). You find HER. And together you PROCEED. Ralsei is distant when you mention Noelle in chapter 3, and in chapter 4, if you attack the shadows or whatever they are, the textbox says “Since when did you start being yourself?” And that’s why deltarune is a sequel to undertale’s genocide route. Also Gaster is real. Im not crazy, im a delta rune fan. Ok bye.

(P.S Just because toby says something doesn’t mean its true, people can lie)

(P.P.S Also I could be super on the money or completely wrong but this is just what I think. Grain of salt.)

Deltarune is a sequel to undertale, and you can't make me think other wise. Ive had this theory since before chapter 3 and 4, and now i think it holds a lot of water. Stay tuned cuz im writing an essay about this insanity.

[mozzzz05]

I just had an upsetting thought - what if Alison constantly visited the Ghosts and knew - when she was old and grey and had lived a life - that she was going to die, so she made sure she was in Button House for it?

Mike accepts it and understands her want to go back to the Ghosts, they’re like family, they’re always there.

But then it’s Mike’s turn to go and he decides it must happen at Button House too. He’ll see his wife again! Spend a couple of hundred years together & hey he can actually meet/talk to the ghosts now!

Only when he dies and he meets all the Ghosts, who are all excited to actually talk to him etc, he asks where Alison is, only to find that she moved on straight away.

He finally gets to see a part of his life that was so bizarre for him, so secret and hidden, part of his life where he only ever had half a story. And now he has that half but his whole world is still gone and he doesn’t know when he’ll ever see her again.

[guacamolleee]

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[faaun]

said goodbye to him feeling weird!

[heartslobbf]

hater alert! far too many people say that juri’s character arc ‘isn’t about her being sad about being gay, it’s about being sad about unrequited love that happens to be gay’ and. well. that is not true and by saying that you are completely flattening the brilliance of juri’s character arc which literally culminates in her being able to accept her own lesbianism despite her unrequited love, despite all her shame and self-loathing, despite this pursuit by Some Fucking Guy to try and ‘save’ her from these feelings. like if you think juri’s entire character is just ‘sad about shiori’ how do you appreciate even a modicum of the emotion packed into that final juri duel. it is both about shiori and, even broader, her lesbian identity and what that means to her intrinsically as a person, removed from romantic relationships and just purely as like. you know. Who She Is. the idea that even when juri’s locket is cut from her neck she is still a lesbian that’s still who she is and she cant change that and, crucially, she doesn’t want to even as she is agonised by these feelings. that’s why she forfeits the duel!!!! she’s clocking out she’s quitting she’s saying no!!!!!! this is me and ive got to be ok with that this is me and i can accept that this girl might not love me and i can keep living despite that. like. god im so normal arisugawa juri im so sorry that no one understands you and your intrinsically unapologetically lesbian storyline like i do

[maniacace]

two consecutive reactions to arcane s2ep7, an exhibit

[whisper-and-tangle]

aoughhhhmy no good very bad day . waaaaaahhhhhhhh</3

[sidesteppostinghours]

pulps law is that whenever i get insane enough about something, i will inevitably attempt to make a persona 5 au, regardless of whether or not i am successful at it.

[arolesbianism]

I wish So Bad that I could confidently recommend lob corp and library of ruina to people because they're both genuinely rly good games and I also need ppl I know to understand the insanity that is project moon but like godddd they are a fucking Investment. Both in time and in brainpower. I generally think ppl exaggerate how hard lob corp is but it's certainly not easy and when it does get hard it gets HARD. Also it literally requires at least one day 1 reset (basically a new game+) to fully beat the game and at this point I've done at least 10. And for lor I'm not nearly as far in and I'm just scratching the surface of the real game but it's a beast of its own. Also 100+ hours and also hard as hell. Like this game does not fuck around with its difficulty spikes it will make you use your brain and it will give you a damn headache in the process. It's also one of my favorite card combat games I've ever played with mechanics that just so beautifully complement each other to create a dynamic and interesting battle system that gives it a completely different vibe and feeling than any other deck builder games I've played to the point where it almost feels wrong to me to categorize them together. But also I am not even slightly joking abt the headache thing every time I play this damn game I close it with a horrible headache and have to take a multi day break. I think everyone should experience this with me <3

[takonei]

... I am definitely some flavor of asexual, aren't I