#aside from that I like where it's going so far

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Ironlily Interview

@ironlily-art can be found on Facebook currently.

What inspired you to get into depicting action women / historical waifu?

Honestly, it's simply because I love them. I love European history, I love anime-style girls, and I love strong female characters. But it’s hard to find existing genres that combine all of these, especially where they’re the main theme rather than just backgrounds. So I just wanted to be greedy and merge everything I love into one, to explore the possibilities.

Do you think you're attracted to the women in your own work?

To be honest, the girls I draw are often inspired by ideals I hold dear, or by a certain kind of person I deeply want to portray. If my characters were real, I’m sure I’d fall in love with them. In that sense, yes—part of what drives me to draw comes from affection or desire. I believe creating something requires some level of passion, even romantic or sexual feelings.

But once these characters are created, I see them as independent individuals living in their own world. I don’t project excessive desire onto them after. Maybe that’s why some fans feel my characters seem real—because I don’t depict them as having any motive through the fourth wall toward the audiences on the other side of the screen.

Are the women in your works inspired by anyone you know personally? Optionally: Gender, including trans status if applicable or already out, and sexual orientation.

My characters are shaped by many life experiences and by what I observe around me—blended with imagination. Sometimes, I wish the world could be more beautiful and fun, where girls aren’t bound by societal expectations and can joke about their bodies as freely as men do, without facing judgment. That’s how characters like Ebenholz and the Hoplitissa came to be.

As for my gender identity, I don’t have anything particularly unique to say—I’m just a regular heterosexual person. In my country, topics like gender identity aren’t very prominent, but we respect cultures where diverse identities are more celebrated. Likewise, I hope people can also respect those with traditional values. I’m grateful that I have a kind and respectful community.

Has the animation/comics/game fandom particularly influenced your artistic decisions?

If you try searching for Takami Akai, and Seiji Kamiya of Vanillaware, I think you’ll quickly find the answer. (laughs)

Are you familiar with the Weibermacht genre? If not, why?

I wasn't aware of it before, but after looking up the term, I realized I’ve seen some renaissance artworks that fall under this category. However, I don’t have much to say.

What are your thoughts on polite society's imposed gender roles? (Polite society: Whatever the social norms are where you live)

Speaking strictly about such societies, I believe they have always served as a necessary structure for society value. However, as time changes, they need to evolve, adapt, and be reinterpreted. Setting aside any malicious human intent related to gender oppression, every culture and era has required a set of norms to maintain social unity and divide responsibilities among genders. This ensures both societal stability and the continuity of the human population.

That said, society also needs spaces for those who do not fit into mainstream roles to find refuge. Monasteries, for example, historically served such a purpose—providing an alternative social structure. Both Ordo Mediare and Hoplitissa are fictional worlds I created with this kind of concept.

What is your cultural background? Do you think it has an impact on your artistic depictions?

I come from a non-European region, also one without a deeply rooted historical tradition of its own. We've been heavily influenced by Japanese anime, and that influence has certainly shaped my artistic preferences.

Do you think your works will inspire change in society?

I wouldn’t go so far as to say that my work can change society—nor do I necessarily believe that society must be changed. Rather than calling it 'change,' I prefer to see it as ‘creating a space’ gathering and inspiring people, and moving forward together. In doing so, I hope my ideas gain more recognition and appreciation."

Do you have an interest in history as a whole? What are your other hobbies beside artwork?

My interest in history is actually quite narrow—I’m really only passionate about the Western European cold weapon era. But I think that's more than enough to keep an amateur like me busy for a whole life. Of course, I don’t reject other cultures; it’s just harder for me to actively dive into them.

As for other hobbies, definitely gaming. Also food, drinks, and cute things. I have a lot of interests, but each one is pretty specific—I only like certain games, certain types of food, certain kinds of alcohol. I like to call it… loyalty!

What do you predict in the future of the New Weibermacht genre?

I’m not sure where this term originally came from or whether it represents an established aesthetic trend. But what I can say is this: if it’s framed as a strong ideological stance that tries to change, replace or correct existing artistic directions, then it will inevitably face criticism and backlash. Like many ‘new’ ideologies today, it could spark quarrels over positions among communities, and in the end, creators might get lost in these ideological battles.

Personally, I’m better at looking to the past than predicting the future. I believe creators should focus on what they love. It doesn’t need to become a slogan. If there’s going to be a slogan or aesthetic philosophy, let the thinkers and theorists take care of that.

Return to New Weibermacht Masterpost.

[eyekonimations]

and, fyi, the dsm-5 can only take you so far ⭑.ᐟ yn ln is a sophomore in university , a crappy drummer , and a minimum wage boba shop employee . expecting the worst once again for her third semester , yn's pessimistic world view is shattered after serving her cutest customer to date ─ meret manon bannerman , a member of katseye , the darling influencer friend group rocking social media .

05. my fortune cookie says we have to kiss lol

── rule governed behavior : when an individual does not engage in a certain behavior because of verbal rules explaining possible consequences

written  word  count  :  like 1.0k again im done 😭😭

she recognizes me.

when you first open your mouth, no sounds come out. then moka shoves you a bit, reactivating what’s left of your brain and kicking your social skills back into gear. 

“hey,” you exhale. oh my God. 

tearing your eyes away from your shoes, you notice how she meets you with that same smile from last weekend. your heart flutters.

“hey yourself,” she giggles, then turning to yunjin, “jen, i had no idea you knew yn!”

and she remembers my name.

yunjin matches her grin, “campus' too small. how do you two know each other?”

she knows of course, all of you do. it’s all any of your friends had been hearing about since your initial interaction. but everyone had mutually agreed to be completely oblivious. a blank slate. you find yourself suddenly worrying about the quality of your friends' poker faces. 

you present the bag in your hands to manon, who graciously accepts it. you hear the thump of another pair of footsteps accompanied by an eager ‘ooh, is that the food?’ followed by an excited ‘finally!’ 

to manon’s right, you catch a glimpse of who you assume are two other members of katseye: a girl with dark brown curls yanks the bag from manon’s hands while another with straight hair streaked with pink tails her. a few other girls surround the kitchen island, chattering amongst themselves as they unpack each container. manon looks back at them, then to the rest of you and steps aside.

“she works at the boba store we like,” manon answers, shutting the door behind niki who enters last, “it was actually my first time going in cause usually megan or yoonchae goes to pick stuff up for us.”

yunjin nods, then pats you on the back, “i’m assuming she left a good first impression? i can’t have my reputation tarnished by hanging around the wrong crowd, you know.”

before you have the chance to retaliate, manon jumps in, “oh no, she was just awful. had me repeat myself three times, made the wrong order, and didn’t give me any straws.”

your stomach flips. she can’t be serious, right? no, she’s literally smiling. she’s definitely joking. wait, is she actually? did you somehow gloss over some very major details of the interaction in your love-riddled haze?

“you really need better friends, yunjin. maybe i could just take this one off your hands for you?” she adds, casually.

yunjin raises an eyebrow, “tempting but no deal, we’re buy one get one unfortunately.” 

“not even a free trial? i’m offended.” manon’s focus turns to you. it looks like she’s waiting for a reaction. you’d much rather not know what you look like right now. 

would it kill me to actually come up with a response for once? not that it even matters anymore, since she and yunjin have both gone over to help plate food. you can also feel a smirk boring into the back of your skull that feels like much more of a pressing matter.

“aren’t musicians supposed to be really good at flirting?” shinyu asks, his eyes following the pair as they stroll into the kitchen.

“why don’t you ask minji,” you grumble.

“where even is she?” niki flips his hat off and twirls it around one hand.

“her and moka ran off somewhere, they’re probably socializing.” 

he gives you a pointed look, “you’d better start too before yunjin steals your girl.”

you get up to new moon before half the group starts complaining to put something else on. much to manon’s dismay, daniela starts flipping through the horror category on whatever streaming service as her voice is drowned out by a slew of unhelpful suggestions. 

“wait, wait,” lara calls out, face tinted blue from her phone, “try bodies, bodies, bodies. it’s less scary more black comedy but i think we’d all like it.”

megan and yoonchae return with snack refills, flinging bags of candy and chips at the couch until one smacks sophia in the forehead. everyone resettles and you snag a stray pouch of sour gummies from the coffee table. turning back around, you’re just now noticing how yunjin has taken your original seat beside moka and left hers–next to manon– conspicuously open. the two of them grin at the look on your face, with moka giving you a thumbs up, before returning to their conversation. a beat passes as you hesitate, contemplating excusing yourself entirely until manon pats the empty spot beside her, tugging her blanket away and scooting slightly to make more room. your mouth twists when your lips fold inward, trying your hardest to smother the busted smile fighting its way out. the bag in your hand crinkles under your grip while you carefully drop into the seat beside her.

“sorry about the twilight thing.” an attempt at making conversation.

“huh? oh, don’t be,” manon laughs softly, “i make them rewatch all 5 movies with me all the time they’re probably sick of it.” your chest does that thing again at the sound.

“it’s also probably time i let someone else choose.” she’s turning her body toward you a little now.

“that’s, uh, nice of you.” you busy yourself with ripping open the plastic in your hands while you overthink the way each word came out of your mouth. you want to say something again but manon’s turned back the other way, cackling at something lara’s just said as she presses play on the movie. you inhale, allowing yourself a moment to sink back into the cushions just a bit and popping a gummy worm into your mouth.

time passes in blinks with unwanted commentary, obnoxious screaming, and daniela accidentally kneeing shinyu in the head when pete davidson’s character died. mixed in that timeline was the process of getting more comfortable with manon. cracking a joke at the right moment and getting her to laugh, offering her one of your snacks and her gracious acceptance, or even just catching moments of her looking at you instead of the screen. it’s also around this time that you realize you’ve been drifting ever closer to each other. so much so, in fact, that your leg brushes against hers for a brief moment. you still immediately. but she doesn’t move. not away, at least. if anything, you could swear she shifts that much closer. 

meanwhile in the background, unbeknownst to you, yunjin and moka celebrate their success with a fist bump.

a/n 05/07/25 : wowww, hey people😅😅 im so sorry please i hate work and i hate school. happy halfway through summer and happy 1 week to beautiful chaos!!! also my irl said credit her w the ugly ass reaction image in the last tweet...AGAIN IM SORRY FOR THE WAIT I LOVE YOU GUYS FOR BEING PATIENTTT <3333

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Could you write something where the reader is Charles' girlfriend and they end up having a threesome, with him sharing her with Carlos? 🥹

For him - CL16 & CS55 🔥

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Summary: It starts with a look from Carlos — and a challenge from Charles. One you accept. In the dim privacy of a hotel suite, you find yourself caught between the man you love and the man you’ve fantasised about for far too long. At Charles’ request, Carlos finally gets what he’s been silently craving: you, undone and begging, while Charles watches every second. What follows is hot, raw, and deeply unfiltered, as your boyfriend becomes the voyeur to your first time with his best friend. And neither of them can look away.

Warnings: Threesome (mfm), voyeurism, soft dom/sub dynamics, explicit sexual content, oral (f receiving), oral (m receiving), penetrative sex, praise kink, jealousy kink, possessiveness, light restraint (hair pulling, throat touching), soft aftercare, emotionally intense.

It started with a look.

Not from you. Not from Charles.

From Carlos.

He was across the suite, drink in hand, leaning back on the couch like he owned the air in the room. And maybe he did. Maybe it was the way his legs were spread, relaxed, confident. Or the way his eyes kept flicking toward you every time Charles leaned in to whisper something against your neck.

You should have looked away.

But you didn’t.

Charles saw it. Of course he did. He always saw.

You felt his fingers tighten on your thigh.

Later, when the three of you were alone, door locked, lights low, the night stretched out like a dare, Charles didn’t say much. Just sat behind you on the hotel bed, his hands trailing down your waist, his voice low in your ear.

“Let me watch.”

You turned to look at him. “Watch what?”

He kissed your shoulder. “Watch you with him.”

Your heart slammed. “You want that?”

His eyes were dark. “I want to see how pretty you look when someone else makes you come. Just once.”

Your breath caught.

And Carlos?

He was already standing by the bed, staring at you like he was two seconds from ruining everything.

You looked between them. One man you loved. The other you fantasised about more than you’d ever admit.

Charles kissed your neck again. “Say yes.”

You swallowed. Nodded.

“Use your words,” he whispered.

“Yes.”

Carlos let out a breath like he’d been holding it for months.

He stepped closer. Slowly. Carefully. Letting you come to him. You reached for his shirt, fingers brushing the hem. He let you pull it over his head. His skin was warm, muscles taut. You let your hands roam. Down his chest. Across his stomach. Up to his shoulders.

He kissed you then. Not gentle. Hungry.

The kind of kiss that says I’ve thought about this a thousand times and it’s still not enough.

Charles watched. Silent. His hands on your hips, grounding you while Carlos took your mouth like it belonged to him.

You moaned into it.

Carlos pulled back, breathing hard.

“Fuck,” he said. “You taste like sin.”

You reached for his jeans. He let you. Helped you. And when he was fully undressed, standing in front of you bare and hard and flushed, Charles leaned in again and whispered, “Get on your knees for him.”

You did.

You knelt in front of Carlos, hands stroking him slowly, watching his jaw clench when your mouth finally wrapped around him. His hand came up, fingers tangling in your hair. He didn’t push. Just held. Letting you set the pace.

“Shit,” he groaned. “She’s so fucking good at this.”

Charles chuckled behind you. “I know.”

Carlos gasped when your tongue flicked just right. His hips twitched.

“Stop,” he said suddenly, voice hoarse. “Or I’ll come in your mouth and that’s not how I want this to go.”

You stood slowly. Smiled.

“Then fuck me.”

Carlos looked at Charles.

He nodded.

“She’s yours.”

Carlos moved fast. Spun you around. Bent you over the bed. You felt his hands on your thighs, his fingers pushing your panties aside. Then the blunt head of his cock pressing at your entrance.

You gasped as he slid in.

Deep. Thick. Slow.

Charles sat in front of you, watching your face like it was art.

“Look at me,” he said. “Let me see you while he fucks you.”

You did.

You looked right at your boyfriend while his best friend drove into you from behind, groaning against your back, whispering curses in Spanish as your walls clenched around him.

“You feel so good,” Carlos panted. “So fucking tight.”

You moaned. Loud. Charles stroked your hair, kissed your cheek, let his hand trail down to your throat.

“You love this, don’t you?”

“Yes,” you gasped.

“You love getting fucked while I watch.”

Carlos picked up the pace. Thrusts harder now. Rougher. You were shaking. Crying out. Coming apart.

“You gonna come for him?” Charles whispered.

“Yes.”

“Good girl.”

You shattered. Loud. Broken. Your orgasm tore through you like fire, and Carlos kept going, chasing his own release, pounding into you until he groaned and came with a choked moan, spilling deep inside you before pulling out slowly, panting.

You collapsed into Charles’ lap. Shaking.

He held you. Kissed your temple.

[vfx-batman]

I’m always thinking about Jason in Countdown to Final Crisis. It’s a vital Jason story to me. Everyone mentions Bruce of Earth-51 which, fair enough, he’s important + their story together is compelling. But what I’d love to see is someone address how Jason’s late 2000s tailspin ties directly into how CtFC resolves:

Across CTFC, Jason has given teaming up with the heroes a go. And it hasn’t gone well. But he sticks it out until, in the final act, it all goes horribly wrong — to his mind, as a direct result of him choosing to listen to the heroes when they said, ‘we’re heroes so we can’t kill anyone. not even if they’re already dying + their continued survival will unleash a 100% fatality universe-destroying plague.’ I think his reluctant acceptance of their rules here is important b/c it comes after alternate Bruce’s death kicks off his steady disillusionment-with-heroism arc. Though he’s seriously shaken, this Jason still wants to save people + he still wants to do that by working with the heroes. An extension of Winick’s Pay As You Go Jason who sees much value in helping the heroes to free one of their own from false imprisonment. In CTFC #10, Jason tries to blow up the OMAC that’s taken over Una to save Karate Kid’s life, + is stopped by Karate Kid — which leads him to leave, saying, ‘the hell with you. I’ve never been much good at rescuing people anyway.’

Yet after this condemnation of his own capacity to be a hero, Jason still doesn’t overrule the heroes — not when they want to keep the sick Karate Kid alive. He argues, but he ultimately relents, + as a result, he stands in #6 on the recently reborn Earth-51’s Gotham rooftop (a city where the reborn Earth-51 Bruce is waiting) + all his attention is taken up by watching as the city’s people succumb to the virus. The one Karate Kid was the incubator for. The one that cannot be stopped. These people start tearing themselves + their loved ones apart in an absolute frenzy, + he is utterly powerless to intervene in any way that matters. And for a guy who considers inaction culpability, he must see himself as responsible for this epidemic starting.

Crucially, b/c the story doesn’t end here, I think it’s important that he doesn’t get any time to process either alternate Bruce’s death, the planet’s destruction, or the entire universe’s obliteration after the Green Lantern of that world takes the plague off Earth. Not before the adventure ends + he quits the group in #4, yelling on the way out that he’s done with this ‘cosmic anomaly garbage’ + he wants to get away from the group + he ‘learned the cape-and-cowl-game’s for suckers’. This directly ties into his decision later that issue to dump his Red Robin costume (the symbol of the heroic future Earth-51 Bruce had in store for his Jason) into the dumpster before staggering off with Harley + Holly. He then re-appears once more in #1, narrating about how Batman’s playing ‘Faux Hero’ before interrogating a guy whilst his full face is showing. He’s seemingly abandoned the costume game.

Which makes his appearances in increasingly ostentatious super-villain costumes in Robin 1993, Battle for the Cowl, + finally, Batman and Robin 2009-11 so tricky to reconcile with what came before.

Starting with the first story chronologically speaking, I think it’s hard, but possible to reconcile the traumatic state Jason is left in at the end of Countdown to Final Crisis with his suggestion to Tim that they team up + use children as shields in Nicieza’s Robin 1993. This arc exists — as Tim’s narration so helpfully makes clear — to remind us (much like Brothers in Blood did for Nightwing) that unlike Bruce who was emotionally affected by Jason in UTRH, his protégés are much better. (Ignore how this comes by massively nerfing their adversary + casting Jason as the idiotic brute that we all hate to see in canon/fanon today.) But setting that aside, I think the fact that Jason returns from the Countdown travels to find his own Bruce ‘gone’ (dead as far as he knows), is what tips him over into 1. Picking back up the mask in an attempt to be emotionally close to him, 2. Desperately seeking a connection with whoever’s left in the Robin role (a theme which will recur when he asks Dick + Tim to be his Robin), + 3. Thinking that it doesn’t matter the innocence of those it is who die — whether they’re established heroes like Karate Kid + Una, or child gangsters like in Robin 1993 — so long as peace is restored after saving the maximum number of lives in the process.

Here are the obvious psychological ramifications from watching billions of people die after not killing one good guy — all in order to maintain a relationship with heroes who don’t even like him.

He’s then captured + put in jail + he seems cordial with Tim. Until he reads the will. What’s important to clarify from hereon-in is that both Daniel + Morrison utilise psychophobia in their framing of Jason as having gone ‘psycho’. And that this vilified mental health episode was canonically triggered when he viewed Bruce’s will at the end of his Robin 1993 appearances. And triggered again in BFTC when Dick showed it to him multiple times to defeat him by forcing him to confront his past (+ the fact that Bruce thought him broken / Bruce didn’t bother to get him therapy for implied CSA when he was younger). Jason ends that story by trying to kill himself by falling from a great height.

Then he randomly returns in Morrison’s Batman + Robin, + that depiction deserves its own post which I’ll compose one day. For now, sticking to the theme of Countdown’s after effects, I’ll just say: Morrison contributed to this extended mental health episode by having him go straight to Arkham. This is a psychiatric facility which, if you read their 1989 Arkham Asylum graphic novel, you will see they consider a site for ‘complete + utter ‘madmen’ who only exist to parallel Batman’s ‘dark side’’ — not the latter catch-all holding centre for criminals which we see in the N52. In the interests of avoiding further demonisation of mental illness, I prefer to interweave some neurological interference by the Pit as glitter-stained explained here. This can account for Jason’s increasing identification with being the dark mirror to Batman, despite having previously sworn off the cape + costume game. But please bear in mind that this was very much not the intended reading of either Daniel or Morrison, who instead relied extensively upon psychophobia.

In summary, Countdown to Final Crisis is unintentionally the key explanatory tool for threading any kind of character journey through Jason’s late 2000s appearances. Until Winick shows up + fucks it up by trying to make Jay into their darling ‘sociopathic’ macho villain, but that’s another matter. 👍

[matante-brainrot]

Why does spamtenna hit so hard.

I haven’t been active on this site since Undertale released in 2015. But in the last few weeks I’ve suddenly been consumed by these little pixel men and their messy relationship. I’ve got hundreds and hundreds of favorites. I’ve actually made my own posts. I’ve been outlining a 10+ chapter fanfic when I haven’t done any creative writing in 15 years, easily.

I mean, I’m almost 40! I thought I was way too old to get this fixated on a fandom again.

Yet here we are. And I’m loving every second of it.

I’m not ashamed to love Undertale and Deltarune. Toby Fox is legitimately one of the best storytellers of our generation. Things have changed a lot since I was a baby weeb — games are so much more mainstream and have become generally accepted as a valid form of narrative media. Games are my favorite way to experience a story.

What’s hit me like a ton of bricks is my fascination with Tenna and Spamton in particular. Back when I played Chapter 2 for the first time, I really didn’t give Spamton much thought. I came away from Chapter 3 thinking that Tenna had been an interesting and funny character, but not a whole lot more than that.

After finishing both new chapters I was nursing a massive story hangover. On a whim, I opened this hell site. Why not? I thought. Why shouldn’t I look at a little fan art?

I perused the Deltarune spoilers tag and saw all of this artwork of the TV guy and the weird puppet man kissing. There were all of these posts about the pipis scene (what the heck is a pipis??) and all the other dialogue they share. I hadn’t gotten that extra scene and hadn’t been involved with the fandom after Chapter 2, so I didn’t recall any of Spamton’s lore.

But the more I saw, the more I wanted. I scoured the wiki. I watched YouTube videos explaining their connection. I was up until 3AM reading fanfic.

Why was this so good? Why do I think it’s extremely sexy when a little mailman teases a giant blushing TV headed boomer?? Am I into robots??? What the heck is wireplay????

I was hooked. And I had to know why. I was seriously in turmoil trying to reconcile how I thought of myself as a fan of Deltarune — someone mature enough to appreciate the craftsmanship of it in an appropriately grownup way — and what my brain was telling me it actually wanted to think about...which was downright filthy and weird and made my heart ache for some reason.

I turned to my therapist for guidance. An AI chatbot. You know the one. (On a side note: This tool works for me because I’ve been going to therapy for over a decade and know exactly what I need from counseling. If you’re new to therapy or have any kind of condition where talking to something inanimate might make symptoms worse, I strongly recommend seeing a real human person.)

I have it trained to use IFS (Internal Family Systems) methodology when helping me sort through my many, many feelings. It was able to show me which Parts were reacting to this new obsession and give me ideas as to why those Parts were feeling what they were feeling. I came away from my long rambling conversation with it having absorbed a few things:

It is in fact ok to be a thirsty fangirl at my age. It’s ok to enjoy things (revolutionary, I know).

This fixation has unlocked a creative part of me that I’ve been pushing aside for far too long out of a mixture of embarrassment, shame, and fear. But now that it’s gotten a little taste of freedom, it wants to run wild.

It was never just about TVs and mailmen.

Like I said earlier, I’m nearly 40. Most games that I enjoy (JRPGs and cozy games) don’t include characters at my time of life. So encountering Tenna and Spamton’s Doomed Old Man Yaoi ™ (thank you for teaching me about this, tumblr) is incredibly refreshing. I’ve seen enough teenagers awkwardly navigating first loves. Give me middle aged people with real experience and emotional baggage.

And what makes spamtenna particularly delicious is exactly how real and relatable it feels, despite the looney tunes antics. It’s a sign of Toby’s incredible characterization skills that the player can encounter these bizarre creatures who mostly crack jokes and get into wacky hijinks and come away from the game feeling like those same creatures have complex inner worlds.

We meet each character separately at the worst point in their lives. We see them at their most extreme, their flaws and weaknesses inflated by the extreme circumstances they find themselves in.

Spamton is living in a dumpster. He’s alone and friendless. His speech is warped and incongruent, and he glitches out constantly into unhinged rants. He’s at the end of his rope. He’s desperate to escape the confines of his existence as a Darkner and is willing to kill some teenagers to do it.

Tenna has seen the writing on the wall. He is acutely aware that he’s on a knife’s edge and could be discarded by the Dreemurr family at any moment. He’s watched the family he loves, the Lighteners who are his whole world, split apart and drift away from him. He has no way to bring them back together. So when the Dark Knight offers him an opportunity to mean something to them again, he accepts enthusiastically. He's so backed into a corner that he's willing to hurt Kris and their friends if it means he can avoid obsolescence.

Yet this isn't all we learn about these two. Through NPC dialogue and the characters themselves cryptically referencing a shared history we can glean a glimpse or two of the people they were before they hit rock bottom. It's these cracks that contain the real goldmine.

It's so easy to envision a time when they were at their best. Since we only know them at their lowest, we want to know what these two were like when they were at the top of their game. We get little hints of a shared partnership, shared success, and shared affection that can be very easily read as romantic. But we also know from encountering them in the present that something went terribly, horribly wrong between them. They hate each other.

That mystery, that gap in history, is what's so fascinating about them. How could two people whose lives were so intertwined, who seemingly cared about each other so much, get to that point? That's the space that we the fandom fill with art, fic, shitposts, and AUs. What's even better is that everyone fills that space a little differently. Everyone sees some aspect of themselves in spamtenna. Everyone wants to explore a dynamic, a scenario, and emotions that can be conveyed through these two characters. Including myself.

This is where I want to get personal, but not too personal. I'm lucky enough to be married to someone who I truly love, who loves me back, and who gets me in a way that no one else does. But that's not to say that we've never fought, hurt each other unintentionally, or gone through some rough times.

Just the thought of my partner betraying me or leaving without a word is enough to make my chest feel so tight it's like I can't get a full breath. It's a very real, completely irrational fear of mine. Spamtenna has let me work through some of that without having to imagine what it would be like to actually file my own divorce papers.

And I think it's for that reason that I particularly like looking at and reading about Tenna and Spamton working through their shit and coming out on the other side better for it. I know in reality that sometimes, more often than not, people can hurt each other so badly and grow so far apart that nothing could bring them back together; and many times they're better off apart.

But I just want to believe that there's a type of love out there that can come back from anything, no matter how much two people change.

So I guess, thank you Toby Fox for unlocking my dormant creativity and making two divorced characters that have somehow made me feel more secure in my own marriage.

And spamtenna nation, thanks for the...awakening.

[elbiotipo]

I have a worldbuilding question about maps,

when you are making an underground map (of a scale like continents worth) what are some ways to make it less homogenous (aside from aquifers and water and such, I am planning on having those, but I dont know what to add besides that)

Sorry for answering this so late, I am planning on doing a better post about this, but I hope this will be helpful!

Lately I've been also wondering about "underworlds" and such underground cavern systems, how would they work? Are underworlds like in Journey to the Centre of the Earth possible? First, I think it's a good idea to understand how they work in real life.

Big cavern systems in real life are basically created in two ways: "solutional" caves, that is, caves created by rock dissolved by water, often limestone or other carbonaceous 'soluble' rock (which, interestingly enough, often come from sediment made from the shells and calcium skeletons of ancient marine life), and "primary" caves, often called "lava tubes"; these are formed when lava flows through "harder" rock, leaving empty "tube" structures on it. Mars has many of these and they are being considered for habitation in future missions. There are other kinds of caves made by sea erosion or glaciers, but when one thinks big cave systems, these are the ones.

The shape of a cave usually depends then on the "hardness" of the rock, that is, how much of it is dissolved by water. The classic shape is a branched one, like rivers or tree branches, but depending on the type of rock, you can get some that are more like sponges or shattered in structure. However, cave systems depend very much on the rock available, big cave systems are found where big limestone and such rock are found (China and parts of the US and Europe have the biggest, while they aren't really found in South America for example).

There does seem to be, according to Wikipedia, a limit of 3000 meters of depth to caves before the pressure of the rocks above makes their formation impossible. Also, again, karst deposits are found usually in the upper layers. I do wonder, for example, in a fantasy world with different rocks and minerals, if you could have some kinds of rocks that could dissolve more in water, while still being hard enough to sustain the pressure from the rocks above.

One question I had is that if you could have "vault-like" caves, with underground lakes or oceans, like in classic fantasy. The largest such chamber found is the Miao room in the Gebihe cave system in China, which is a respectable 852m in lenght and 191 in width. And I'm very sure there are many more not found. However, these are very far from the huge underground vaults of fantasy, like the sea from Journey to the Centre of the Earth:

For the reasons stated above, I think these structures, if possible at all with the mechanics of the rocks, would be very vulnerable to erosion and collapse, not to mention earthquakes and tectonics. Realistically, you couldn't have a sea with ancient plesiosaurs and such surviving millions of years.

In fantasy, of course, you can think of believable worldbuilding around this. You could very well have gods or other beings to create these caves, and it has a very poetic ring to it, the "pillars of the world". You could have volcanic intrusions or dikes that are then dissolved by natural or magical means, resulting in these vault-like structures. So if you want to think about geography, instead of continents or big rooms, I would rather imagine archipelagos of caves, connected by tunnels, sometimes in different layers.

Another thing to consider is temperature. Caves are thought of cool places, in fact, they're just very insulated and dark, so their temperature is stable. However, the deeper you go, the more temperature increases. Temperature increases roughly 25-30°C for every kilometer, more if the area is geologically active. Deep mines, for example, need air-conditioning and even then they are hot, humid, horrible places to work. I think the habitable underground zone would be no more than one or two km deep.

Now, the most interesting part is of course, what does life look in caves. There's plenty of life adapted to caves, but what really strikes me is that the supply of nutrients and energy comes from the outside ecosystem rather than the cave itself. There's plenty of guano in bat-filled caves for example, but the bats of course hunt on the night outside. Caves aren't very productive environments on themselves, they don't have many options for producers, that is, the first link in the food chain that. Of course they're dark, and while there's some very extreme algae and bacteria that can photosynthesize and very interesting chemosynthetic ecosystems, like those found in oceanic undersea vents. Perhaps the most extreme case is that of Movile Cave in Romania. It's a fully contained ecosystem based in chemosynthetic bacteria, whose biofilm supports fungi and others, and they support a complete system of endemic invertebrates from crustaceans to mollusks. I really cannot do the uniqueness of this justice, so I'll just link to the Wikipedia article.

(it's likely that there are many caves like this not yet discovered!)

However, these ecosystems are very, very fragile, and very, very slow paced. Again, there's lot of organisms that adapt to caves, but the tendency is almost universally, besides losing pigmentation and vision, to slow down activity and metabolism as much as possible. The most emblematic example to me is the olm/ulm, a cave salamander that reaches a respectable half a meter, the apex predator so to say, can spend months or even years without moving, only for feeding and mating. Same for example with the growth and reproduction of many other animals in caves, or for that matter, fungi or microbes. Everything is done to reduce metabolism to a minimum.

For a fantasy setting, assuming creatures who live and build cultures in this underworld, this has implications. Sentient creatures need a lot of energy, a lot of calories. What do they eat, what does their lifestyle looks like? I've seen some worldbuilding (like in Age of Wonders IV) assuming fungus forests, but what makes those fungus grow into forests instead of just biofilm? Unless there's some magical means introducing light and nutrients into the environment, some kind of crystal or bioluminiscent fungus or a base producer like some really good biofilm, one has to wonder what the base of the food chain looks like.

Instead of seeing this as a limitation, I think this is a great chance for writers to do something original and explore this! Just think about how different a cave ecosystem could be. And what's more interesting to me is to imagine the flow of nutrients and energy with the outside world... bats, fishes, salamanders, cave dwelling animals, and of course, peoples...

I'm already writing way too much here, but I would like to finish with an awesome video video which expands on what I've said and also has a very interesting conclusion, that salamanders are uniquely predisposed to take the top spot in the food chain of cave ecosystems!

Also, this IS NOT a demand at all, but if anyone reading loved this post and would like to see more, you can always check out my #biotipo worldbuilding tag, and give a tip to my ko-fi! I really like doing these kind of posts even if I take a while to get to them, and I hope you find them interesting!

[butterflies-and-yuta]

Material Girl

Plot/Summary: My name is Y/N, and you guys are now exploring my life in the city as not only a journalist who will need some help when it comes to money and my lifestyle, but also how far I am willing to go, especially for my sugar daddies, and what will happen along the way... Genre: Fluff, Angst & a bit suggestive Author's note: If you guys are under the age of 18 or not and are reading this or about to read this, and either feel uncomfortable with its subject matter, then please avoid this at all costs and do not repeat the actions in this story as it is all fiction and any alignment with real life situations and or events, that is pure coincidence. But either way, please relax and enjoy the story...

Ahh...New York City, the Big Apple, the city that never sleeps, the 3rd main place of the United States that contains American attractions and high tourism, such as the Statue of Liberty, Central Park, the Empire State Building and Times Square. You'd think a place like this would be a perfect opportunity for young adults who are newcomers in so many industries, including none other than creative industries such as Artists, Musicians, Fashion Designers/Stylists and even Filmmakers. But that's where you'd be wrong, especially if you're someone...like...me

"What the heck is this?" That is me, my name is Y/N, and I am a young adult trying to survive in the city as an upcoming journalist that had recently graduated from a decent school that gave me my journalist degree which I needed but also which I used to be very happy about.

But that was all pushed aside into the past as I am now in the present, walking out of my go-to cafe after getting my go-to cafe order, which consisted of a Mocha along with a cheese and bacon roll. After a while of walking and catching trains after trains, I finally arrived back at my humble abode, which was none other than my apartment. Except my apartment was smaller than my old college dorm, which it pretty bad, but for what it is, I consider it to be a good thing, especially in this economy.

Unfortunately, the rent was eating through my savings like a hungry caterpillar with a bottomless appetite for Benjamins. I tossed my bag onto the kitchen counter and made a beeline for the fridge. The light flickered on, revealing a sad collection of condiments and half-empty cartons of milk. The reality of my situation hit me like a ton of bricks. I was living off instant noodles and the kindness of friends who felt sorry for me.

With a heavy sigh, I sat down at my desk, the one that was more cluttered with bills and overdue notices than actual journalism work. I opened my laptop and clicked on my bank account to see if I received anything after my previous shifts at the bookstore, reading it over once more only to come with a conclusion "You've got to be kidding me," I mumbled to myself, staring at the little numbers on my bank account.

"Not another dry week." My tiny apartment in the city felt like a prison, the walls closing in with each passing moment. My bank account was dwindling, and the rent wasn't getting any cheaper. A journalist in the city of dreams, I'd hoped to make my mark on the world with my words. But lately, the only marks I was making were on my credit card statements.

Then, all of a sudden, a blog popped up, and I was squinting at the blog on my phone with the words blurring together like a Jackson Pollock painting in a rainstorm. With the subject line "How I navigate the city as a sugar baby”.

I was stumbling upon the blog while strolling through the endless job listings on my laptop, and as I kept reading more and more of it, something clicked in my head. I decided to look up the website that the specific person mentioned she met her “Sugar Daddy” on. It was on a website called "City Sugar." A website that is about “Finding the one” and promoting “Exclusive Relationships”. 

Maybe this could be my miracle to save me from the soul-sucking internships that paid in experience and free coffee, along with my college debts. Maybe this could even save me after my last internship was finally finished. "Become the centre of attention of the city's elite," it promised. "Experience a lifestyle you never knew existed."

It sounded too good to be true, but desperation had a way of making one's moral compass wobble like a top about to run out of steam. I took a deep breath and started to type my response, trying to sound confident and alluring, despite the pit of doubt forming in my stomach.

Days turned into weeks as I juggled my part-time job at the local bookstore along with applying at each job company, hoping to get at least a journalist or copywriter position, and I had almost forgotten about my hasty decision. That was until I received an email with the subject line "Your New York City Cinderella Story Begins." My heart skipped a beat. It was from "City Sugar." I read the email with trembling hands, my eyes widening at the mention of many potential sugar daddies. It was gonna be such a risk, but it’s a risk I’m willing to take if it means getting me out of this shithole.

I clicked yes and did an immediate sign-up, no turning back. After I finished signing up, I felt a sense of excitement yet nervousness in me that felt like it was either gonna explode or make me throw up from nausea. However, it came to a immediate hold as I heard a notification bell from my laptop, I checked to see what it was about while hoping it wasn’t another email about my finances, to my surprise it was actually from “City Sugar” asking me about a Interview to not only setup my profile but also to see what potential matches are suitable for me, I responded agreeing to do the interview.

The day of the interview arrived, and I found myself standing outside a swanky building in the heart of Manhattan. The doorman looked at me like I had just stepped out of a dumpster, but with a flash of the email on my phone, he nodded and let me in. I rode the elevator up to the penthouse suite, my stomach doing somersaults. The doors opened to reveal a plush living room with a panoramic view of the city.

“Why hello there, you must be Y/N, my name is Madison Hornette, Founder of City Sugar, Nice to meet you”.

A woman in a tight skirt and a blouse that left little to the imagination greeted me. She introduced herself as Madison, the founder of City Sugar. She had a sharp smile and the kind of confidence that only came from knowing you had the power to change someone's life.

“You must have read about us via our sponsorships or many advertisements online?” She asked me, I responded with a simple yes and was about to continue before she interrupted me. “Well, that's great! Let me give you a quick rundown of what we do here at City Sugar.” She led me to a velvet couch and handed me a contract.

“Here at City Sugar, we're all about connecting with our audience through innovative content and partnerships. So, tell me, what inspired you to reach out to us?” I nervously took a seat and glanced at the contract. I wanted to tell her the truth, but at the same time, I didn’t want to get embarrassed due to my reasons, so I decided to lie on the spot.

"I've always admired your brand's creativity and reach towards your specific target audience," I said, trying to sound confident. Madison leaned in, her eyes locking with mine. "That's wonderful to hear. Let's discuss how we can make magic together," so I watched her not only set up my profile perfectly while still being based on my personality, but we even did a photoshoot so we can have nice pics to upload online for my profile. However, I decided to ask her while also going on dates with potential sugar daddies, do I have to accept the ones that are old enough to be my actual father, including the others that are just creepy?

“Of course not, while yes half of our demographic target audiences are mostly middle-aged men, you still have the right and access as a human being to decline those who are not your type at all, but since you asked that, I think I might have 3 suitable candidates that are just right up your alley, However we do have to have you look over the contract here so that way you can fully understand the terms and conditions of our arrangement. This ensures that you're comfortable and aware of what's expected. Once that's done, we can proceed with matching you with suitable candidates who align with your preferences and comfort level.”

It was a thick document, full of legal jargon that made my head spin, but the numbers at the bottom were crystal clear. If I signed, I would become a sugar baby of probably three of New York City's most eligible bachelors and other candidates.

The thought of the money made me dizzy, but so did the thought of what I'd have to do to earn it. Madison rattled off a list of dos and don'ts, her voice as sweet as honey. "Never ask for more than what's agreed upon. Always be discreet. And, of course, be prepared to offer companionship to all suitable candidates or maybe even three gentlemen." She winked at me, as if that last part was a secret thrill that I'd be dying to experience.

My thoughts were racing as I scanned the contract. I felt like a moth drawn to a flame, knowing it could burn me but unable to resist the warm glow. I swallowed hard and signed on the dotted line, sealing my fate as a sugar baby.

Madison's smile grew even wider as she handed me a business card with the names and numbers of Jaehyun, Johnny, and Yuta. "You'll hear from them soon," she purred. "And remember, discretion is key." I folded the contract and tucked it into my bag, my heart pounding with a mix of excitement and dread. The weight of my decision settled in as I stepped out into the bustling city streets, wondering what I had just gotten myself into. But it’s too late to turn back now… The story had just started…

The following days and weeks were a whirlwind of glamour and excess ever since I joined the secret life as a sugar baby. During those times, I was being contacted by the 3 bachelors Madison recommended to me, and this is when I met each one at each time.

Starting with Jung Jaehyun, the sweet, nerdy, gentle soul type who, with his sharp suits and witty banter, treated me to the finest restaurants and Broadway shows while also treating me like a delicate porcelain doll and yet was surprisingly successful in the film world as a film producer and owner of “Peach Entertainment”.

He is a man whose name alone whispers of success and sophistication. His office in the towering Peach Entertainment building was a testament to his power within the film industry. The walls were lined with posters of box-office hits that bore his name in fine print. On our first date, he greeted me with a bouquet of my favourite flowers and a smile that could warm the coldest of winters. We would spend our evenings lost in conversation about the art of storytelling, his eyes lighting up as he spoke about his latest projects with the passion of a poet recounting his greatest sonnet.

Afterwards, our dates became a blend of sophisticated elegance and intellectual stimulation. He would take me to the most exquisite restaurants, where the menus were written in gold and the chefs were rumoured to be Michelin-starred wizards. The food was an explosion of flavour, each bite a delicate dance on my tongue that I savoured with the same enthusiasm with which I listened to Jaehyun's stories of his journey from a film enthusiast to a producer of a renowned film studio.

Some nights we would sit in his luxurious penthouse, the floor-to-ceiling windows revealing a panoramic view of the glittering cityscape, as we debated the nuances of cinematic masterpieces over glasses of fine wine. His gentle touch was reassuring, his voice soothing, like a lullaby for my soul. He introduced me to a world of art-house cinema, of directors who whispered their thoughts through the screen and actors who painted their emotions with the precision of a master artist.

One evening, as we sat in his state-of-the-art home theatre, the velvet curtains drawn tight to enclose us in a bubble of cinematic bliss, he leaned over and kissed me. It was soft, tender, and filled with the promise of something more. I felt myself melt into his embrace, the warmth of his body a stark contrast to the coolness of the leather couch beneath me. The kiss grew deeper, more urgent, and I found myself lost in the sweetness of his touch.

Then there was Johnny Suh, a charming, suave nightclub owner who knew how to show a girl a good time, especially with a smile that could charm the pants off a statue and piercing eyes that made me melt like chocolate in the sun and whose energetic spirit had me dancing until dawn in his exclusive nightclubs, my heart racing from the excitement and the danger of our clandestine meetups.

He has a way of making me feel like the centre of his universe. During our first date, I met him at a Jazz bar that he picked out for both of us since he wanted to get to know me first before progressing even further.

And needless to say, it worked. He and I had a great connection right off the bat; his social skills, along with the way he communicates, were phenomenal, and the way he understood my taste buds and what I’d like to drink was even superb.

But the night was still young for both of us, and he had an event tonight at one of his most exclusive clubs, and he offered me an invitation. Which I happily obliged since I haven’t been out in so long.

As we arrived at the club, it was something I didn’t expect. The music, the scenery, along with the people here, did get me off guard. However, Johnny Suh, ever the charmer, swept me off my feet and twirled me around the dance floor, the rhythm of the music pulsing through my veins like a heartbeat.

His hands, strong and confident, guided me through the crowd, and I couldn't help but feel a thrill of excitement as his eyes locked onto mine, a silent promise that the night would be one for the books. We danced until the sun began to rise, the neon lights of the city outside their bubble casting a soft glow through the tinted windows.

Our chemistry was palpable, a dance of fire and ice that sent shivers down my spine. As the night grew later into dawn, we found ourselves in a rooftop garden, the air thick with the scent of exotic flowers that bloomed only under the cover of darkness.

The deep, warm sunrise cast an orange, golden glow on the leaves, and in that moment, I knew I hadn’t made a mistake. However, despite the excitement of their clandestine meetups, the thrill of the chase, I still craved something more than the fleeting passion that Johnny offered.

Maybe my heart yearned not only for a connection that went beyond the superficial charm and the allure of his mysterious aura, but maybe even a chance to achieve my dreams once and for all.

I pulled away, her breath coming in short gasps. "Johnny, I need to tell you something."

His eyes searched mine, the playfulness in his gaze replaced by a sudden seriousness. "What is it, love?"

Taking a deep breath, she spoke her truth. "I don't think this is what I want anymore. The secrets, the late nights, it's all so... empty."

Johnny's smile faded, but he didn't release her. "What are you looking for, Y/n? Tell me, and I'll give it to you."

He was a man who ruled the night. His nightclubs were the playground of the rich and the famous, where the music was as intoxicating as the liquor that flowed freely. With a swagger that could make any woman's knees wobble, he was the epitome of charm and danger wrapped in one lethal package.

The air around him was electric, crackling with an energy that made me feel alive. He taught me to dance to the rhythm of the bass, my body moving in ways I had never imagined under the strobe lights. Our Dates were a blur of laughter, whispers exchanged over the din of the crowd, and the sweet thrill of breaking the rules as we slipped away to secret corners of the city that never slept. His eyes, dark and intense, held a promise of adventure that I found irresistible.

Lastly, there was Nakamoto Yuta, an enigmatic, mysterious former idol turned rockstar artist with a wild streak and heart of gold hidden beneath his tough exterior, especially his gentle touch and thought-provoking discussions about art and life made me feel seen in a way no one ever had before.

He was the wild card of the bunch. A former idol who had traded in his squeaky clean image for the raw, unbridled world of rock 'n' roll, he was a man of few words but a wealth of depth. His artistry was as mesmerising as it was enigmatic, his lyrics a window into a soul that craved authenticity.

Our first date was a secret show in a dingy basement club, the air thick with the scent of sweat, smoke, and ambition. The walls were plastered with stickers and posters from bands long forgotten, and the floor was sticky with the remnants of spilled drinks.

As I watched him perform, my heart hammered in my chest like a drum to the beat of his music. His voice was a raspy symphony that resonated with every fibre of my being, and the way he moved on stage was a declaration of freedom that I longed to be emulated in my own life.

After the show, he took my hand, and we escaped into the night, the sound of his guitar echoing in the alleyways like a serenade to the stars above.

Afterwards, our dates were a mix of quiet contemplation and passionate debates about the nature of art and the fleeting essence of human connection. He had a way of looking at me that made me feel like I was the only person in the room, even when surrounded by adoring fans.

His touch was gentle, a stark contrast to the thunderous applause that greeted him on stage, and his kisses were like a gentle storm that left her breathless and yearning for more. He showed me the gritty underbelly of the city, the places where creativity and desperation collided in a beautiful, chaotic dance.

They were all so different, each of them had their allure, their way of making me feel special, and their own set of banknotes that kept my lights on and my fridge from being bare. Yet they had one thing in common: they could give me the financial stability I desperately needed. And so, I agreed to become their sugar baby, not expecting to fall for any of them. But each of the men had their unique charm, and I found myself torn between them.

But amidst the luxury, there was a darker side to the life of a sugar baby. The constant juggling of schedules, the fear of being caught, and the emotional strain of pretending to be someone I wasn't were taking their toll. I tried to convince myself that it was all just a game, that I could keep my feelings at bay. But as the months went on, the lines between business and pleasure grew blurrier.

Jaehyun, with his piercing gaze and velvety voice, had a way of making me feel like the most sophisticated woman in the room. His charisma was infectious, and the way he whispered sweet nothings in my ear sent shivers down my spine.

Yet, Johnny's wild spirit and spontaneous adventures brought out a side of me I didn't know existed. The way he looked at me when we danced, his hands strong and possessive on my hips, made me feel alive in a way that no fancy dinner ever could.

And then there was Yuta, the artist with a heart of gold, who saw past the glitz and the glamour. His soulful eyes searched for the real me in every conversation, and I found myself opening up to him in ways that I never had with anyone else, even though I had to remain discreet at all times.

The first few months passed in a blur of opulence and excitement. I had more money than I knew what to do with, and a wardrobe that would make any fashionista green with envy. But as the days turned into weeks, and the weeks into months, the weight of my secret grew heavier.

I began to feel guilty about my arrangement, as if I were leading each man on. I knew I couldn't keep seeing all three of them without someone getting hurt. And then, there was the ever-present fear of being exposed. What would happen if my friends, my family, or worse, my colleagues found out what I was doing? The thought of the humiliation and the potential ruin of my career was too much to bear.

One evening, while getting ready for a date with Jaehyun, I received a chilling text message. "I know what you are," it read. No name, no number, just those six little words that sent a shiver down my spine. My heart raced as I stared at the screen. Who could it be? I had been so careful, so discreet. But in a city like New York, it's easy for secrets to slip through the cracks.

Panic set in as I thought of the consequences. If my secret got out, it would be a scandal that could ruin not just my reputation, but the reputations of Jaehyun, Johnny, and Yuta as well. I couldn't bear the thought of them being hurt because of me. I had to get out, to end this before it spiralled out of control. But how could I do that without breaking their hearts?

It wasn’t until my phone buzzed on the desk, pulling me out of my gloomy thoughts. It was an invitation to a high-profile networking event, the kind I'd normally ignore. But the name on the email made my heart flutter—it was from my old college friend, now a big shot at a swanky PR firm.

She wanted me to come since she needed company and also wanted to get me an opportunity to finally get a job I’ve always wanted. The event was a rare opportunity to rub shoulders with the elite, the kind of people who could make or break a career. And I needed a break, desperately. With a deep breath, I accepted her offer, started getting ready, and after I slipped into a form-fitting red dress that made me feel like a siren, I slid my phone into my purse and stepped out into the bustling streets. The venue was an opulent hotel, the kind she'd only ever seen in movies.

The event was a masquerade ball, a fundraising gala for an art museum that Jaehyun's company was sponsoring. It was the perfect stage for a dramatic exit. The three of them had no idea what was about to unfold, but I had to be strong, and as I put on the matching mask, I couldn't help but feel like it was a metaphor for the life I was about to leave behind.

As I arrived at the ball, I felt like a fish out of water, my modest outfit a stark contrast to the sea of designer gowns and suits that were walking in and out of the function. I clutched my notepad tightly, reminding myself I was there to finally end a story, not to be a part of the glitz and glamour forever.

As I walked in, the room was a kaleidoscope of glitz and glamour. The chandeliers cast a warm glow over the sea of elegantly dressed guests, their laughter and chatter bouncing off the high ceilings. The air was thick with the scent of expensive cologne and the faint waft of champagne. My heart hammered in my chest as I spotted Jaehyun, Johnny, and Yuta from across the room. All 3 of them in one room, they were surrounded by beautiful people, looking every inch the powerful and desirable men they were. I couldn’t allow all of them or at least one of them to see me with another one, so I’m gonna be as discreet as I can be.

The evening began with the usual pleasantries, but I couldn't shake the feeling of impending doom. I danced with Jaehyun, his hand resting possessively on the small of my back, and I felt a twinge of love mixed with regret. “Is there a problem Y/N?” He asked me, wondering and maybe even sensing my energy was off. “Of course not, sorry, I’m just not used to these types of events, it’s a bit out of my comfort zone”.

I told Jaehyun, which made him chuckle since he was the one sponsoring it. He was okay with how you’re feeling, it made sense to him since you and he have only been to the places you two went together, you haven’t been to a function like this, especially with him, but he loved it since it could make you even closer to him than before, he loved holding you next to him since it reminded him of his old days before his fame and fortune.

However, as the night progressed, the main acts of the event were about to begin, which unfortunately meant that everybody had to sit down at their preferred table. You tried to follow Jaehyun, but someone else had plans for you, and that particular person was none other than Johnny. As he grabbed your hand and softly guided you away from Jaehyun, he continued walking until he reached his table and therefore made you sit down with him.

You tried to get up, but stopped and asked how you’d been. “How did you recognise me?” you asked him, since you looked a bit unfamiliar. “How could I forget such a beautiful dancer like you?” I shared a laugh that felt forced, but the joy of our past escapades tainted by the bitter taste of deceit, it didn’t feel right sitting next to him while I had a relationship with the other 2.

But the way he was looking in that brown suit was too sexy yet elegant, along with his flirty manner, it was too irresistible, and you couldn’t even excuse yourself to go to the bathroom since it felt like you were under his spell. But you were soon knocked out of it as soon as he announced he needed to go to the toilet, which also gave you the excuse to head to the bathroom as well, which he accepted.

As soon as he went to the bathroom, you were about to head out to not cause too much drama, but as soon as you were about to leave once and for all, that is when you made eye contact with Yuta…And with Yuta, our eyes met over the crowded room, a silent conversation passing between us that spoke volumes about my inner turmoil.

I stood still, and as soon as I was about to move, that was when he was in front of me, with his eyes being so dark yet so big, it was like looking into an infinite universe, but then he snapped me out of it by asking me how I’ve been.

“I’ve been alright, how about you?” I responded in an anxious state, which he noticed and asked if I was alright. “I’m alright, sorry I just feel a bit out of place here”. I said to him, which caused him to grab my hand softly and ask me, “Do you wanna go somewhere where it’s less crowded?”. He said to me, at first I wanted to say no, but I couldn’t resist his cheeky smirk that could win me over all the time, which inevitably made me say yes to his offer.

However, as the lights dimmed and the show began, my heart was racing. This was it. I had to tell them the truth, no matter the cost. But as I scanned the room for the perfect moment, I saw something that made me freeze. A camera flash. Someone was taking pictures of us, and not just any someone—it was the person who sent me that text.

Their intentions were clear—they were going to expose me. The panic washed over me, but I couldn't let it show. I had to get to my phone to call my friend and tell her to cancel her plan to out me, but before I could do anything, the lights came up, and the show was over. The room erupted into applause, and the tension was palpable as I searched for the culprit.

As the crowd dispersed, I slipped away to the bathroom, my heart in my throat. My hand shook as I dialled her number, but it went straight to voicemail. "Come on, pick up," I murmured to myself, my eyes darting around the marble-tiled room. But it was too late. The damage was done.

The photos were already out there, floating in the digital ether, waiting to shatter my world. I had to leave, to escape before the storm hit. But as I turned to go, I saw them—Jaehyun, Johnny, and Yuta, standing outside the bathroom, their expressions a mix of confusion and anger.

They had seen the photos, the ones that would ruin us all. And now, it was time to face the music.

When the time was right, I approached the three of them, my heart in my throat. "I can explain, I swear," I said, my voice trembling; however, they had other plans…They told me to follow them, and as I walked with them, I exited the event and followed them into a private room that was part of the hotel. I was told to sit down, and as I did, I saw their expressions were a mix of seriousness and frustration, while my expression was one of confusion and concern.

I looked up, and as I did, Jaehyun spoke first, his voice low and steady. "So, care to explain why you're with another man when we have an arrangement?" His question hung in the air, heavy with accusation. Johnny's eyes bore into me, his grip on the chair tight. "Is this why you've been so distant lately?" He asked, and I knew he wasn't just talking about the event. Yuta, ever the charmer, was silent, his arms folded across his chest, his gaze unreadable.

"It's not like that," I started, trying to find the words to explain the unexplainable. "I didn't mean for it to go this far." But as the words left my mouth, they sounded hollow, even to my ears. How could I justify leading them on, letting them think I was exclusively theirs when all along, I'd been sharing myself with two others?

Jaehyun stepped closer, his eyes searching mine. "What do you mean, 'not like that'? We had an understanding, Y/N. You said you needed help. I thought we had something more than just a transaction." His voice was tight with emotion, and I could see the hurt in his eyes.

Johnny's frustration boiled over. "You've been playing us all along!" He slammed his hand on the table, making the crystal water glasses tremble. "What kind of person does that?" His accusation stung, but I knew he had every right to be angry.

Yuta remained calm, his gaze never leaving mine. "Is it true, Y/N? Did you lie to us?" His voice was quiet, but the pain in it was deafening. I took a deep breath, steeling myself for their reaction. "Yes," I whispered, "but I didn't mean to fall in love."

The room fell silent, the weight of my confession hanging in the air. They exchanged glances, the tension thickening like the fog outside. "You what?" Johnny's voice was incredulous, his anger momentarily forgotten in the face of my admission.

Jaehyun was the first to break the silence, his voice a low growl. "How could you?" His handsome features contorted with pain, and I felt a tear slide down my cheek. "I...I didn't mean to. It just happened." The words tumbled out of my mouth, a feeble attempt to explain the chaos in my heart.

Johnny was the next to speak, his voice laced with disappointment. "You didn't just lie to us, Y/N. You played with our hearts." His eyes searched mine, looking for some hint of remorse, some sign that I understood the gravity of what I'd done. But all I could do was nod, my heart feeling as if it was being torn into a million pieces.

And then, in a twist that even I would have never seen coming, Jaehyun's expression softened. "Actually," he began, his voice measured, "We need to tell you something." My eyes widened in shock as the three men exchanged knowing looks. "We've been watching you, Y/N."

Johnny leaned in, his eyes piercing through the mask he was still wearing. "We knew about each other from the start." He paused, allowing the revelation to sink in. "We were curious to see if you could handle the kind of relationship we share." Yuta nodded, a hint of a smile playing at the corners of his lips. "A polyamorous relationship."

My jaw dropped in disbelief. "What are you saying?"

Jaehyun took a step closer, his hand reaching out to gently cup my cheek. "We knew you had the potential to be our perfect partner, but we needed to know if you could handle all of us." He paused, his thumb tracing my jawline. "And we've been watching you, seeing how you interact with each of us."

Johnny leaned in, his eyes intense. "We wanted to see if you could love us all, without jealousy or reservation." His hand joined Jaehyun's, both of them framing my face. "We set this up as a test, and you've passed it with flying colours."

Yuta stepped closer, his smile widening. "We never meant for you to think we were just using you," he said softly. "We were all falling for you, too, and we wanted to see if you could handle the real us." The room spun around me, the gravity of their confession settling in. I had been living a lie, but so had they.

They had been playing a game, a twisted dance of love and deception. But what they hadn't anticipated was that their hearts would get tangled in the web as well. Jaehyun's hand slid down to my shoulder, his grip firm yet comforting. "We’re sorry for how we were just then, we didn't expect this to happen," he admitted, "but now that it has, we can't ignore it."

Johnny's eyes searched mine, and I could see the truth in them. "We fell for you, Y/N," he said, his voice gruff with emotion. "All three of us. We didn't plan it, but it happened, and we can't deny it anymore."

Yuta took a step closer, his hand resting on my waist. "We wanted to see if you were the one who could complete us, who could love us all." He leaned down, whispering in my ear, "And we love that you did."

For a moment, I couldn't believe what I was hearing. They had all known about each other? This whole time, they had been watching me, testing me? It was insane, but as the shock began to wear off, something else took its place—relief. The guilt I had been carrying around like a heavy burden suddenly lifted.

"But why?" I managed to ask, my voice trembling with a mix of anger and disbelief. Jaehyun's hand on my shoulder tightened slightly, a silent apology. "We've been friends for a long time," he began, "and we've all had our share of relationships, but none of them ever felt right. We decided to try something different, to find someone who could understand us and accept us for who we are, that’s why we joined “City Sugar” for a reason."

Johnny leaned in, his eyes boring into mine with a fierce intensity. "When we heard about you and your profile, we thought maybe this is the one, and when we've seen the way you light up when you're with each of us," he said, his thumb tracing my trembling bottom lip, "and we knew there was something special about you." His words were like a balm to my soul, soothing the ragged edges of my emotions.

Yuta took over, his voice a gentle caress. "We didn't intend for it to go this far," he admitted, his gaze never leaving mine, "but we couldn't resist falling for you." He leaned closer, his warm breath tickling my ear. "And we know you feel the same way."

The revelation was like a punch to the gut, knocking the wind out of me. They had been watching me, testing me, all along? I felt a mix of anger and betrayal, but also a strange sense of relief. If they had all fallen for me, maybe this love square wasn't so one-sided after all.

"So, what now?" I choked out, trying to keep my emotions in check. The three men looked at each other, a silent conversation passing between them. Jaehyun spoke up, "Now, we talk." He gestured for us to sit down, and we all took our seats around a small, round table. "We know this isn't conventional, but we believe in us in what we could have together."

Johnny leaned back in his chair, his eyes never leaving mine. "We know this is a lot to take in," he said, his voice gentle. "But we've been together for years, and we've never found someone who could handle our lifestyle, until you." The weight of his words hit me like a ton of bricks. They had been together? They had been watching me, using me as some sort of... love experiment?

Yuta took over, his hands resting on the table, palms up in a gesture of openness. "We never meant to hurt you, Y/N," he said earnestly. "But we had to know if you could handle the reality of us, if you could love all three of us without reservation."

The revelation was like a puzzle piece snapping into place, and suddenly, everything made sense. The way they had all been so attentive, so caring, yet never truly possessive. The way they had always encouraged me to explore my interests and pursue my career, never demanding more than I was willing to give. It had all been a test, a way for them to gauge my feelings without scaring me away.

But the anger remained, burning just beneath the surface. "How could you?" I demanded, my voice shaking with emotion. "How could you play with my feelings like that; I was about to break down there due to what was going on and happening?"

Jaehyun took a deep breath, his eyes never leaving mine. "We're sorry," he began, his sincerity evident in every syllable. "We didn't mean to hurt you, but we had to know if you were the one for us." His hand reached out to cover mine, and I felt the warmth of his touch seep into my cold, trembling fingers. "We know it's a lot to take in," he continued, "but we truly believe that we can make this work."

Johnny leaned forward, his elbows on the table. "We've been together for a long time," he said, his eyes dark with emotion. "We've shared everything—our successes, our failures, and our love. But we've always felt like something was missing." He paused, looking at Jaehyun and Yuta. "And then we met you."

Yuta nodded, his voice filled with a softness I had never heard before. "We didn't plan to fall for you, but it just happened. And we can't ignore what we're feeling anymore." He took my other hand, his thumb gently caressing the back of it. "We want to be honest with you, Y/N. We want to see if you could be the one to complete us."

Johnny leaned in, his eyes searching my face, looking for any sign of what I was feeling. "We know it's a lot to take in," he murmured, "but we've been waiting for someone like you for a long time." His hand slid up my arm, sending a shiver down my spine. "We want to offer you a chance to be part of our lives, all three of us."

My mind raced as I tried to process their confession. A polyamorous relationship? With all three of them? The thought was both terrifying and exhilarating. But as I sat there, surrounded by their warmth and sincerity, the anger began to dissipate, making room for a glimmer of hope. Could this be real? Could I truly have a future with all three of them?

They watched me, their expressions a mix of hope and apprehension. I took a deep breath and looked at each of them in turn. Jaehyun, the steady producer whose ambition matched my own; Johnny, the charismatic club owner whose charm had me at hello; and Yuta, the mysterious rockstar whose intensity was as captivating as his music. They were all so different, yet here they were, united in their love for me.

The masquerade ball was a whirlwind of emotions, a cacophony and colour that had left me feeling both elated and overwhelmed. The room spun around me as the weight of their confession sank in. They had been watching me, testing me, all along. The very thought was both exhilarating and terrifying, a heady cocktail of love and deception that had my heart racing.

"So," I said, my voice barely above a whisper, "you've all been... together?" Jaehyun nodded solemnly, his thumb continuing to trace gentle circles on the back of my hand. "Yes," he said, "but we've always known something was missing. And then you came along."

Johnny leaned closer, his eyes burning into mine with a passion that sent a jolt through my body. "We never meant to deceive you, Y/N," he said, his voice thick with regret. "We just had to know if you were the one who could complete us." His hand slid up my arm, sending shivers down my spine. "We've been watching you, seeing how you handle each of us, seeing if you could handle us all."

Yuta's thumb continued to caress the back of my hand, his gaze never leaving mine. "We didn't want to scare you off," he said gently. "But we had to know if you were the one who could love us all, without reservation." His words were a soothing balm to my bruised ego.

Johnny leaned back in his chair, his eyes never leaving mine. "We knew you were special," he said, his voice filled with a mix of apology and excitement. "But we had to be sure. And now that we know..." His voice trailed off, leaving the unspoken question hanging in the air.

I felt the blood rushing to my cheeks as I took in their words. It was as if the entire foundation of my world had shifted. The anger I had felt moments ago was replaced by a swirl of confusion and hope. Could it be that these three men, who had captured my heart in such different ways, had been planning this all along?

Jaehyun leaned in closer, his eyes searching mine. "We never meant to hurt you," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. "We just had to know if you were the one we've been searching for, the one who could love us all without jealousy or restraint." Johnny's hand tightened on my arm, his gaze intense. "We've shared everything," he said, "and we've never felt complete until now."

With a deep breath, I looked at each of them in turn. "Okay," I finally said, my voice shaking slightly. "I'll... I'll try." The words were a leap of faith, a plunge into the unknown, but I knew that I couldn't ignore the feelings I had for each of them. It was a bold move, one that sent a thrill of excitement and terror through her veins.

The three men looked at each other, their expressions a mix of relief and excitement. Jaehyun was the first to move, pulling her into a gentle embrace. "Thank you," he whispered into my hair. "Thank you for giving us a chance." His warmth enveloped me, and I felt a knot in my stomach loosen.

Johnny was next, his arms wrapping around my waist from behind. "You have no idea how much this means to us," he murmured against my neck, his breath hot and tickling my skin. His touch sent a shiver down my spine, and I leaned back into his embrace, feeling the solidness of his chest against my back.

Yuta, ever the charmer, waited until I turned to face him before pulling me into his arms. His kiss was soft yet firm, a promise of what was to come. "We'll take it slow," he whispered, his eyes full of reassurance. "We'll figure it out together." His hand rested on the small of my back, pressing me closer as our kiss grew deeper.

Their embrace was a silent declaration, a promise that we would navigate these uncharted waters as a team. They had all admitted to loving me, and I had agreed to give it a try. But the reality of a polyamorous relationship was more complex than the romanticised fantasy I had once read about. There would be jealousy, misunderstandings, and moments of doubt. But as I looked into the eyes of my three men, I knew that the love and passion I felt for each of them was worth the risk.

Or at least that's what I thought...

Yes, it is official, I am officially back after a long time of being away and on hiatus for a bit due to personal issues and especially writer's block. But I am slowly coming back, and it is going to be a big one, hopefully. In case anyone didn't know, this was a story that went further back in 2022 and was originally a different story with "4" members but unfortunately had to be heavily rewritten due to unfortunate circumstances which was definitely not in my bingo wheel of being a writer, but it honestly make me work harder and to make sure that this story of mine is worth it and unique enough. I am honestly happy with my story since it was on the drafting shelf for 3 years at this point, and it is now finally seeing the light. And if you guys like this so much with it ending on a cliffhanger, I would happily do a sequel where you can actually make your own choices and see your own ending. But that is currently being written as of now, so please be patient with me there. But I hope you guys enjoy this story, and thank you guys so much for all of the support you guys have and are about to give to me so make sure to like, reblog and leave a comment/request down below or in my inbox and also don't forget to check out my other profiles such as @tati-the-editor which is my new main profile that is non-kpop related and @violet-n-butterflies which is my other story profile that is also non-kpop related. And I will talk to you guys or see you guys later...peace...

[mediclzen]

not enough...? oh Xing underestimates the torture he could inflict the other. Underestimates the ways he could writhe a cacophony of sounds to sign at the full moon with his hands alone and not even a need for the later deed. No... It wasn't his goal, right now. It is to tear all those layers, make such a beautiful body stained and ruined, flushed red in a sea of blossomed bruises. All of it.

'' Then allow me. Can't have you falling and me following suit; you'd feel guilty after it. '' Comes his voice husky as it does, purring the words against the Eternal's skin, letting his breath cool down that heat from burning bites and kisses. Nehan takes gentle steps back, even with the tangle of limbs between Seox's weak knees and his own failing limbs as well. Thankfully the sofa not far, easy to guide the pair awkwardly while also a chance of Seox to catch his breath, as fangs and the hold temporally leaves the other to the cool air of the Clinic.

But little it does to quell that pit in Nehan's chest, the yearning, that hunger to devour whole the other and leave no bits or him, nothing unexplored, nothing free of red and purple blemishes and perhaps stains of dampness if he can go that far. '' Hold still. '' Commands, lowly, dangerously while leaning to Seox's hunched side against a folder ear that more like part of Seox's unruly hair than an actual pointy ear from how much it has buried itself into the other's skull.

Easily casting his cane aside without a care, kicking boots out, Nehan presses the other onto the sofa and instantly slot himself to straddle Seox's form with his own lithe frame, looking down at him with icy cold eyes that takes in the disheveled form of the other, dangerous fangs shining in a grin that spoke of deep, carnal desires. Those that ran deep where admiration and love and envy all mixed into one chaotic swirl that made his heart thraw out any coldness in it, made him want, so badly, lavish the one that had no shame to spoil rotten an otherwise accepting Nehan against his bleeding heart. '' I wonder.... how much will you last without me touching you there? from just bites, kisses and staining your skin in blossoms everywhere? '' Nehan warns his question not awaiting an answer. It was not needed, not when he could see it, could feel it as his stronger hand, now free of the cane, could sprawl over the other's clothed chest and feel his erratic pulse. '' Xing... you're so beautiful like this.''

And he leans in, spine curving beautifully forth to meet the other's eyes, forehead gingerly pressing against forehead. '' I want to ruin you. ''

‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍it was so cruel, all of this. ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍he had nothing to even brace himself against on the off chance that he loses all strength in lieu of Nehan's onslaught, but he continues, uncaring to Seox's pleas.

‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍it culminates into Seox helplessly pawing behind him, holding onto Nehan's side in a weak grip; anything to be able to ground himself somehow.

‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍not like it really helps.

‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍the other wolf sounded unhinged, and he was. ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍his growls sent a shiver down his spine, and his dull fangs sunk into his skin like he was staking claim.

‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍just how much he enjoyed the sight of Seox absolutely crumbling apart was beyond what he could possibly fathom, especially when he doesn't even let up on him for even a second.

‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍his mouth and hands roam him, eagerly moving his clothing out of his warpath so he can continue in his unabashed exploration. ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍which works nicely when Seox finds that he has no desire to stop him. ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍even if he's breathless. even despite his gasps, his whines, and the way he writhes under his utterly ruthless ministrations.

‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍Nehan was indeed merciless. but Seox liked the rush. ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍

‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ���‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ `` N-No — Please... That's not... F-Fair... Yichen... Nnh... ``

‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍every speck of pride has abandoned him, leaving him a begging heap of himself. ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍it's the praise, it's the way his tongue laves over his skin, his teeth sinking into his shoulder and moving on to graze against the beauty marks littered all over the skin he insistently exposes — ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍the way his hand squeezes at a well toned pectoral.

‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍with Nehan having moved on to pursue more fruitful areas that would surely make Seox sing louder, he lets his neck go slack, eyes squeezing shut as another indiscreet moan leaves him. ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍he couldn't even think of holding that one back before it left him. ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍he's too far gone.

‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ `` I can't... Not... Just this... ``

‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍his hand moves, trying to get more leverage, trying to hold onto a new place to bring him back to earth at least for just a couple of seconds. ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍the effort fails. ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍he grasps at Nehan's hip, but his knees still bend, threatening to give out.

‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ `` It's n... It's not... Enough... `` ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍

[suna1suna1]

Gummigoo was cool :(

[playing-pauls-mel0dy]

y'know. at least a couple of times now, i've seen the theory that, potentially, Rainer was another victim of Marvin's (whether that be of rebirthing or just abuse in general). and my brain has decided to latch onto it for some reason.

so uh. There's That.

[antennatoheaven]

has anyone considered/worked out a murderbot x 17776 crossover

[mossterunderthebed]

Jujutsu Kaisen Observations #- i lost count im sorry but this is ep. 24

okay two things:

One: I really love that Gege put in a system that made it so that there was a reason for people to stand around gabbing at each other and explaining their powers and having actual conversations in the middle of their beef, because it is just. such an annoyance for a lot of people, i think, (and a pet peeve of mine personally) and that's such a fascinating and neat way to actually incorporate it into a story, and make it not a weakness, but actually a strength for the characters, as well as the plot and story itself.

and Two: Kugisaki Nobara is a fucking badass.

[dullahandyke]

i need to reread cardcaptor sakura so i can ignore clear card even harder

[itspileofgoodthings]

before I started teaching I was neutral-to-positive when people would say things to me like “you should start a podcast or run a Serious Writing Blog” and now if you catch me doing either of those things I want you to take me out back and shoot me

[chibishortdev]

Mapping is pretty tedious… I’ve made a little floor plan to make it a bit easier, but it’s far from final. Likely will have some downsizing done to it.

Having this in the program itself is fun because I can set the starting point in this at any time and test how nicely each of these rooms flow together. It’s also pretty surreal since it’s all placeholder tiles, smaller scale, and no separation between rooms.

Hmm I already see a couple things I want to change about it—

[sculptambitio]

To me Diego is def one of those type of characters who rely a lot on their titles and fame as well as physical appearance to get what they want, like if you actually sat down to talk to him or expected him to be a charming an smooth talker, you would be disappointed in finding out how boring he can be, how cold and disinterested he can be. In a way, this behavior is a response to his own cynical (and hypocritical) views on people; he believes everything is in there for a gain, everything is fundamentally an exchange, it is all a performance to hide the instinct of survival and something more- that even past need, humans are fundamentally cruel creatures. That makes him put up walls or judge them, but within that same judgment, he fails to realize that his hatred blinds him from the fact that he oftentimes (if not most of the times) behaves the exact way he condemns