#but also feels really rewarding whenever i make progress so???

[lara60]

thinking about OCs moodboard

[celinex03]

𝐆𝐘𝐌 𝐀𝐁𝐁𝐘

(a/n: I'm barking like a damn dog rn, I had to share these pics of Angelina cuz they just inspired me for gym!abby headcanons)

𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒 (𝐒𝐅𝐖):

• gym!abby prefers to go to the gym at 3:00am because it's empty and she can use all the machines and pose in front of the mirrors without feeling awkward

• gym!abby takes pictures to document her progress and also does a daily gym vlogs on Instagram

• usually she would force you to join her, even if it meant waking you up but sometimes she let's you sleep because she can't bring herself to wake you up

• sometimes you can't sleep so you're already awake when she wakes up. you use the time she takes for her daily shower to prepare her pre workout shake, supplements and gym bag (for which abby is absolutely grateful)

• gym!abby loves meal prepping, mainly because you do most of the work and she can hug you from behind and kiss your neck and shoulder. of course meal prepping helps her with her diet.

• when you go with her to the gym, she fully focuses on you, which means she will push you to your limit

• she will have you do repetitions on the leg press until your legs give up

• gym!abby will use kisses as a reward system

• she loves doing hip thrust with you on her lap and she doesn't care that people are staring

• she will do crunches and kiss you every time she comes back up

𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒 (𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖):

• sometimes you join gym!abby in her morning shower and it gets hot and nasty really fast.

• basically it means you are her pre workout out/warm up

• when gym!abby goes to the gym without you she'll make sure you know what you're missing

• she'll send you pictures and videos of her flexing her muscles and doing hip thrusts

• but most of all she'll send you post shower pics in front of a steamed mirror that leaves enough for your imagination to imagine

• when you are going with her though, she'll make sure to praise the hell out of you

• but during the training sessions she will be mean and ruthless, which ofc turns you on

• gym!abby will tell you to keep going, degrading you in order to motivate you

• gym!abby will spank your butt whenever you stand up, walk past her or do exercises where she gets the opportunity to do so (such as rdl's or hip lunges)

• whenever you sit on her lap when she does hip thrusts, she'll whisper in you ear that she can feel how wet you're getting and what she's going to do to you when you guys get home

• "you're getting my thigh wet, baby"

• "you like this, huh?"

• "bet you want me to fuck you so hard you see stars...and I'll gladly do that, baby"

• "I am going to fuck you senseless, baby...just like that and even rougher", she'll whisper while continuing to thrust her hips against yours

• sometimes gym!abby will train with her strap on and when you notice the bulge she'll use the excuse that she needs extra weight

• but you both know very well that she only brought it so she can fuck you in the shower, the changing room and in the car ride back home

• while meal prepping she will definitely finger you in a sneaky way and even though you'll tell her to stop because you need to focus, she'll end up eating you out on the kitchen counter

(pics: @a_a_nackonechna_ on Instagram)

[velvetvexations]

I feel like a lot of the trans women saying that masculinity/manhood is always rewarded in everyone because patriarchy often forget that the opposite is true, actually, for people who are seen as women/put in the "woman" category.

Because yes, trans women are usually forced into manhood and "rewarded" for being men, and punished for being women. But that's not because manhood is universally rewarded in everyone, but because partriarchy sees having been born with a penis as "man".

It also sees being born with a vagina as "woman", and every deviation from that is *also* punished.

Yes, people who are seen as women/girls may have more freedom in expression of gender (depending on where they are from. I hate when ppl act like people afab everywhere can just dress like men without punishment. There are so many countries with laws on what "women" (and those treated as women because of their agab) can wear, and if anyone believes for one second that breaking these laws is REWARDED in any way, they're so fucking deep in their own head and need to talk to someone from these countries) but that freedom was fought for by feminists! Feminists have fought to be simply just allowed to wear pants. It's ridiculous to look at how it is now (in the western world) and make conclusions on that without looking at *why* it is that way now and how it was before.

And people are usually expected to grow out of their tomboy-"phase" by the time they reach their late teens, or early twenties at latest, and become a feminine woman, wife, and mother. If you don't do that, your masculinity gets punished.

And the masculinity of people afab is also only (begrudgingly) accepted (in SOME places in the world) as long as they're still visible as women or girls and their masculinity is hot and serves cishet men. As soon as they step "too far" out of these roles (by being non-binary or men, or being "ugly", fat, or anything that would make them "undesirable"), their masculinity gets punished. Horribly.

It's really infuriating when (trans)radfem trans women try to act like their experiences are universal and whenever someone says something that disagrees with them, they must be lying or "delusional" (yay, ableism! so progressive /s) for thinking that they were, in fact, punished for their masculinity or manhood...

Sorry for unloading this on you, didn't know where else to put it. And thank you so much for listening.

I think a major issue here is that no matter how much we try to reason things out and work through why they act the way they do, radical feminism, trans or cis, ultimately comes down, at some point, to a deliberate decision to prioritize egocentrism and their own desires over seeing other people as real, actual people - not even other transfems, who they just sexualize and try to control, or call a TERF if they can't. And it's hard to reason with that.

Like, they have to know on some level that they hyperinflate trans women in particular being "socially murdered"* to use as social capital and terrorize younger** transfems into isolating themselves. Maybe a very long time ago for some of them it came from the distress they felt from the legitimately immense danger transfems face in a variety of contexts, but they've shot far beyond that now and just don't really care. They've built a cage of unreality around themselves that makes me feel like I'm talking to aliens.

Like the other day, I was talking to one who insisted that the tee-em-ees will not show up for me. Like, I said they did, and she said they won't, and I was like, but they DO! They have! Always! I've seen it with my own eyes, directly for me specifically! But it was just "who hurt you," "let yourself be angry," "don't settle for just scraps," "they won't treat you better if you throw yourself at their feet," "social murder," and it's like WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT? ARE YOU HAVING A STROKE? WAS THIS A DREAM YOU HAD?

And what about the deliberately cruel fuckery, the constant derision of the most petty things like forcemasc? What the fuck do they get out of wrongly asserting that women are never punished for masculinity and never have a problem with being viewed as masculine, like why are they doing that, what is their goal? Because it seems like it's literally just "mock and invalidate the sexual interests of others and deem it an inferior copy of our thing."

What do they get out of misgendering cis and trans men for forcefem funsies and telling them to suck it up? They don't really believe that their forcefem joke is the only thing that might make an egg crack. That's extremely obviously a lie. They're doing it because they want to, because it's their kink, because they don't care about the feelings of other people, and they can use transmisogyny as a convenient defense when people ask them to moderate literally any of their behavior for the comfort of everyone else to literally any extent while demanding everyone else shut up and defer to them on every single topic in every single situation.

And this stuff with D20 and Ophiuchus and the transmasc character being treated better? A lie. Just fully making it up. Inventing it. Fabricating it. For attention.

I've never had one acknowledge it when I've tried to explain that I first learned about all of this from transmasc friends bringing it to me so they could defer to my opinion.

They're determined to stay like this. It sucks.

*truly a phrase that makes me livid to even think about now, they reduce it to about the same level of seriousness as forcefem jokes, every single time it's so thoughtlessly hollow and self-obsessed but you could guess that from it being a fair description of every thought they externalize

**let me make this clear, I'm referring to young adults, I am not accusing anyone of being predatory towards minors nor am I saying the motivations are necessarily sexual anyway, although clearly transradfems don't care about the effect their hyperbole will have on the mental health of minors exposed to it and trained from a young age to never trust anyone, so underage transfems are very much a concern here, but not in the sense that they're being directly and personally abused in any way

[trendywaifus]

Can i have Lisa,Eula and jean with an academic S/O who became smart through hard work , but still feeling like they are not smart enough?

Thanks for your writing btw they have been helping me whenever i feel down

school’s finna start soon so I’m glad I was able to get to this at a nice time. also, you’re welcome lovely! if you ever feel down just know that I’m always here for you and I’m here to stay. this blog right here proves it and this is for everyone else as well!

btw this is heavy in dialogues–ish. ( not proofread lol)

“ your cute little nose has been buried in those books for a while now, darling. i almost mistaken you for jean. “ lisa jokes sweetly, placing her hand on your back as she peeks over your shoulder to take a quick glance at your progress. you’ve tucked yourself away in the small corner of the library for the past few hours and now it’s almost closing time. for the time you been there, she doesn’t think she seen you out of that chair.

“ sorry lisa, “ you awkwardly laughed, “ i’ve been stuck on this formula for a bit. i still need to figure out the base ingredient for making the heatshield potion. “ she hums, her eyes skimming over the question and then your written out work. she rubs your back soothingly before she answers, “ you got almost everything down packed cutie but what you’re missing is butterfly wings. “

butterfly wings? was it really that simple?

you groaned, crossing your arms. “ that was such an easy and common answer, lisa. why didn’t i get that?” she chuckles airily and kissed your temple. “ don’t beat yourself over it too much. alchemy can be simple at times despite it being really complex. when i studied at the sumeru academy, even i was having trouble with some of the fundamentals and properties of alchemy. “

“ yes but lisa, compared to me, you’re, well—you! you’re a genius. you had to have gotten it right the first time every time! “

lisa frowns at your words. “ which was due to my insatiable hunger for knowledge back then. I can’t deny that i am more academically–gifted than others but you can only go so far with just pure talent. many people unfortunately doesn’t understand that. “

her words sinks in, you felt stupid for even exerting your frustrations on your lover, she was just trying to help you. “ no need to look so ashamed, darling. i understand how you feel completely, trust me. however, don’t let this discourage you from your studies. i really do admire your work ethic, you remind me of my younger self. . in a better way if i should say. “ she pats your shoulder and yawns.

“ with that being said, it’s just about time for me to close the library. since you haven’t gotten out of that chair, that rear of yours must be sore. so why don’t you be a cutie and help me put everything back up? i’ll reward you with kisses after~ “

eula steps inside of the shared home with a deep sigh. after a long day of the usual nonsense with the locals and patrolling she wants nothing more than to settle in bed with you. she takes off her heels and steps into the unusually dark living room. weird, normally you’d wait in the living room for her with open arms and a huge smile but you’re nowhere to be found. her first thought would of been you going to sleep since she did arrive late later in the night this time. that was until she notices a dim light at the end of the hallway from the shared bedroom.

she raises a brow and made her way down the hallway. “ unbelievable. “ eula mutters under her breath as she sees your hunched over figure at the desk, studying. “ you were like this when i left in the afternoon! “ you jumped at the sound of her voice and smiled apologetically at her, rubbing the back of your neck. “ my dear, you’re back! sorry, i got caught up with the material and i didn’t notice you’ve came in. “ the woman scoffed, crossing her arms with disdain. “ not greeting me at the door is something I can live with, but coming home to you cramped up in this room is ridiculous. did you even take a break, eat, or even come out of this room? “

you avert your gaze to the floor, swallowing thickly. eula impatiently taps her foot, waiting for your response. “ well? “

“. . . .uh, no? “

“ what the devil! what’s the meaning of this? you’ve been like this for the past few days! are there any exams I should know about that’s coming up? “

“ . . .no, “ eula was about to scold you but she stops herself as the sad look on your face makes itself known. her heart drops at the sight.“ i. .feel like i’m inadequate. seeing the people around me thrive while i’m stuck at a standstill. .hurts. “ you admitted, lips pursing into a tight line. eula stands there by the doorway in silence, finding the right words to say. she understands you fully, it scares her of how familiar this set up is. it was like she was hearing her inner thoughts when she was younger.

she sighs, “ don’t you dare say that, (name). you’re not inadequate at all. “ she walks over to you and rests her hand over yours. “ think of it like this, people have their own way of dancing, some may like to go slow or fast in terms of tempo to reach the end of their song. but, do you know what matters most for that to happen? “

“ practice and stamina? you’ve practiced dancing all your life, eula, wouldn’t you say those are crucial? “

“ yesn’t. i’m also trying to be more practical here, mind you. it’s about discipline and grit. you can’t have a good practice routine if you can’t separate yourself from distractions. you most certainly won’t have good stamina if you don’t have the grit to work yourself through inevitable trials and errors. i’m the way i am today not only because of the aristocratic ways but because of those two things. “

she takes it upon herself to close the book in your hands and sets it somewhere on the desk. a soft frown adorns her lips, “ but you also have to maintain your health as well, both physically and mentally. so whatever this you’ve been doing—needs to stop. now, come and get ready to go to bed with me my love, i demand for my nightly cuddles. “

“ my love, why are you up so late? “ you jumped in surprise at the familiar concerned voice and a hand touching your shoulder. you whipped your head around to see your lover, who had a worried smile on her face. if she was already home then it must of been almost midnight by now! you started studying around midday. “ oh jean, uh, i was just catching up on some notes. “ you explained, gesturing towards the set of papers in front of you. the blonde peered over your shoulder to take a look with a curious glint in her eyes. “ ah. .my apologies but, i don’t remember you mentioning anything about homework or exams coming up, no? “

you scratched the back of your neck nervously, “ no, i didn’t, i just wanted to study. “

“ and. .when did you start? “ jean asked softly.

“ erm, probably like two or three hours after you left?”

jean almost gasped before clearing her throat. “ i know that i’m not the one to talk about taking breaks but. .did you perhaps get a chance to take a walk or anything of the sorts? “ there was a short pause before you responded with a meek voice, “ . .no, no i didn’t. b-but to be fair, i lost track of. .— “

noticing your nervous demeanor, she lightly squeezes your shoulder and kisses the top of your head affectionately. “ i understand. you must be tired and hungry, do you want me to cook something while you rest in bed? “

“ no jean, i’m fine. you just got done with your official duties, it’s okay—“

“ i insist, dear. here, take my hand. “ with a warm smile dancing upon her lips, she holds out her hand for you to take. you tentatively take it and jean gently pulls you up. you stumbled a bit due to your sleeping legs but jean was quick to hold you steady. “ are you alright? do you need me to carry you to bed? “ she asks, her oceanic blue eyes filled with worry.

you chuckled softly, “ absolutely not, sweetheart. i can walk. let’s not put your back at risk here too. “ a light blush stains her cheeks; jean quietly leads you to your shared bed for you to rest. “ I-I will go prepare dinner for us, please stay in bed dear! “ she says shyly before scrambling off to the kitchen to hide the redness of her face as she hears your growing laughter.

[arcadekitten]

Arcade! As someone who also has OCD (and autism, but thats besides the point), I just want you to know that it DOES get better! I dont know if thats the only issue youve been dealing with lately (other than the computer one), but I just want you to know that you *can* definitely take a break and that it WILL get better <3 And dont worry about your patrons at all, we're much more worried with your mental state than with our rewards! <3

This message is so sweet of you it genuinely brings a tear to my eye, thank you ♡

I've definitely got a lot of stuff to sort through on my plate right now, while the OCD is definitely a big contributer to all of this I (and people i trust) also think I had a lot of stuff piling up for a while and it kinda became a whole "straw that broke the camel's back" ordeal. Just one of those unfortunate situations where I always tried to look for help but couldn't receive it until it actually became an emergency. (Don't recommend that btw--if you need help then keep pushing for it until you get it)

It really does mean a lot to hear you say though. I feel bad for feeling bad because I care about you guys and especially the ones going out of their way to pay me! I have always been met with so much kindness and generosity and I feel terrible when I can't provide for those who have showed so much love for the things I make! It can be hard not to be impatient with myself because I love making my art and games and I love when I get to share them with you all and seeing the joy you get from them, and I'm sad when I can't do that and I feel bad for you guys when I can't do that!

Luckily though I'm finally receiving much-needed mental health services. I'm still just only beginning but I'm at least seeing the tiniest slivers of progress and it makes me hopeful, at least for today.

I do intend to take the rest and recovery I need, but I will still be excited for whenever I get back to the usual fun we have around here. Thank you for your patience, understanding, and incredibly supportive words. They mean so so much more to me than you could ever know ♡♡♡

[ilikekidsshows]

The most ironic part of people defending Marinette in Ladynoir and Marichat is that hardly any analysis I've ever seen about her "being soooooooooooooo adoring to her Kitty uwu" ever EXPLAIN Marinette's feelings either.

Even her own fans mostly only write abuse and neglect excuses and talk about some endlessly vague softness, some at this point meaningless heart eyes, and whatever short lines of kindness of the week on her end of the ship are thrown in there.

Even Marinette's own fans apparently can't not go in depth on her "boundless love and devotion" for Chat Noir because the show drags everything down with her writing. It's always the same surface level crumbs. So how are WE supposed to get more out of it then?

If even her own defenders mostly only really talk about Catrien doing 95% of the work in Ladynoir and Marichat in Canon, then how are WE supposed to say something different? We are complaining for the same reason as they are focusing on Catrien: he's canonically actually contributing to the damn SHIP in ways that are pure enough to talk about.

All canon ever does for Ladynette's side is explain what use, excuses and comfort she gets outta his presence. That's also all her canon self ever truly highlighted in her crush era besides him bein hot.

Even her own defenders reduce her crush on him to thirsting. I've never seen anyone actually talk about the scenes in Passion where she for real showed effort and progress cause, I guess, that would require of her fans to acknowledge that she prior to this acted wrong in the first place. And of course the critical people won't make the posts cause when her damn fans can't be asked to acknowledge the rare REAL moments where she actually TRIES then I'll sure as hell not do their damn job.

Cause it's almost hilarious, right? For as much as Marinette defenders yell about us being too harsh, I've truly wanted to read analysis posts on her feelings for Chat to be convinced. But for 2 whole seasons her own fans failed her. They hardly say anything of substance and mostly count on Catrien to make up for her lack of contributions in the ships. Even massive fan Blogs like Buggachat for example are constantly showing that writing flaw in their content. That Adrien has to put up with and has to romantically do WAY TOO MUCH to make up for Marinette’s writing that sticks even in the most best faith (and often to at least some extent ooc, if not entirely) characterization.

When even her own fans spew nothing but endless excuses then don't blame us for picking up on that.

When even her own fans say hardly anything but abuse apologia to defend her then don't blame us for picking up on that.

When even her own fans say that she should be thanked and rewarded for having failed Chat Noir in basically ever possibly way, but hey, at least she stopped being an aggressive Jerk about it, then don't fucking blame us for picking up on that.

We're the ones who can at least argue with Canon scenes and whole episodes to make our point that Ladynette treats him badly. Her defenders say that canon doesn't count whenever they don't like it and otherwise point to their fanon as arguments. Forgive me for thinking that our side has the stronger case, our arguments are the ones that hold up when put to the test by Canon.

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Yup. Stanning Marinette has to be based off vibes and made up stuff at this point, because the canon is giving us nothing to root for other than her being the protagonist. All the likable aspects of Marinette are so downplayed in canon these days, that the fans have to actively ignore canon to make her a better person they can view as an undisputed hero. And that's without getting into all the abuse apologia and excusing of bad behavior they engage in whenever they don't outright claim Marinette didn't do something she actually did in canon.

It's basically what that person who wanted writing tips for Marinette said; how can we make fanworks where Marinette is a good person who cares about her partner, when the character in canon, based on her canonical actions, probably doesn't care? Well, I try to avoid Buggachat’s stuff these days specifically because all I've seen from said stuff these days is trying to make the toxic stuff look quirky and cute. This isn't the only fanwork that's like this, though. Like, I remember when the Paris Special came out and people started wondering if the alter versions of the heroes were gonna tell each other their secret identities and work more closely together and all the fanwork with this concept was just: “Haha, the main verse lovesquare can’t count on each other for anything and the supposed villains support each other better! It's so silly!”

Like, the toxicity does sometimes get depicted in fanworks but it's always just funtimes, and not actually a problem because they treat it as a two-sided thing, where Adricat participates in the mess in their relationship, when he's the only one trying to be wholesome. There are so many comics of Maribug doing something absolutely horrible to Adricat and the artist’s comments are just: “they're such disasters, lol” when Marinette is the only “disaster” in the equation, but they have to be equally guilty, because then they can brush it off as just “communication issues” instead of Marinette being a self-obsessed jerk.

Like, the reading of the lovesquare as mutual communication issues is understandable to a point. In seasons 1-3, the typical dynamic was “Cat Noir hides his problems, because they're home-related, and Ladybug remains oblivious that he isn't always happy”. However, Cat Noir did tell Ladybug, all the way back in Syren, that he doesn't want to be left out of the loop, which is all Marinette does in season 4. The season 4 “Ladynoir Conflict” isn't based on Cat Noir hiding something Ladybug is oblivious to, even though everyone is used to treating their dynamic that way. In season 4 Cat Noir does tell Ladybug what's wrong, tries to do so repeatedly, only for Ladybug to shut him down by ignoring him, giving him excuses or by repeating apologies she doesn't actually mean because she has no intention of changing the way she behaves with him. The more I looked into what actually happens in season 4, the more I realized that the “the Ladynoir conflict is mutual communication issues” take is wholly inaccurate. Marinette alone is the one keeping secrets.

Marinette Stans have to make stuff up and ignore huge junks of canon in order to depict Marinette as a good partner and person these days, because the stuff the writers have her get away with keeps getting worse.

[stemmmm]

mistria thots now that im a little ways into summer

first of all, took fucking forever, but thats because i go to bed at the absolute last second nearly every single day. and on that note, i feel like every single day is a frantic rush to run around and do the dozens of different daily things there are that there's never enough time for. I dont mind not having enough time in the day to do everything. that's very reasonable. but there's a ton to do, and the map is very large and i have to run very quickly to cover it all, and if i want to fish at all or go into the mines, that's my whole day. and up till now there's always been 5 quests of varying importance going on at once. and it's all quite exhausting. i'm still playing, but frankly the pace of everything has made me quite tired of it. i have to slow down and i have slowed down, but it doesn't feel great because there's a dozen season exclusive collectables that i've missed out on and other main quests that i could be doing things to progress and- and- and-! i'm sure you get my point. it's not relaxing, at least not for me. yes, this game is meant to be played for multiple in-game years, but that doesn't quell the FOMO, especially since i have no idea how much more content this early access version still has. who knows if i see the other seasons before i run out of plot.

before the end of spring I already had 2 cows and 2 chickens and basically enough money that i won't need to farm again for a while before i imagine it'll run out, because you get a lot of cash and very little to spend it on that matters. there's a shitload of recipes and cosmetics but i'm here for gameplay, baby. i'm not touching that. the only thing worth spending money on in that sense is pre-smithed tools, but I can make them myself extremely easily. i also have no need to cook because foodstuff is given as rewards for tons of things and there's multiple spots in the world that return energy for free, and now i have 2 slots for a spell that restores my health, with a bunch of potions that restore the slots i found before i even had magic, and i still have free bath-house trips to restore health too, so even though i run out of stamina just about every day, i hardly ever feel it. the time remains the most challenging thing to deal with.

on a more positive note, the animals are really cute. kind of weird you don't have to milk the cows, but i do understand the decision because that process gets tedious and makes me not engage with cows either. im looking forward to when i get their hearts high enough that i can do the breeding mechanics, because that's pretty new to games like this afaik.

i also.... really hope the festivals that come in other seasons have more going on because the spring one was really, really bad. it's just nothing.

on characters, i still dont have super strong feelings for any of them because they are by and large, flat tropes that i don't really like. i haven't done much with them, so most are only just starting to get to single heart relationship level from just semi-regularly talking to them. paying attention to their schedules to get to know them hasnt really been a thing between the map telling me where they are and everyone usually always being inside the inn whenever i need to find them. haven't seen any events yet afaik, unless those are tied to the request board.

and speaking of the request board and events tied to it! it is nice and convenient that the special requests are the means by which you trigger events. like usually you have to walk up to whoevers quest it was to trigger the event, so events are opt-in, can be at any time, and triggered anywhere you find the person. it does lose any element of surprise though. i like wandering into an area and something triggers out of seemingly nowhere, but i understand that system has... a lot of inconvenient flaws that i myself have been burned by before. tough problem to solve. this method is fine enough.

so uhh!! that's all i can think of for now! fine game, not really set up in a way that works well for people like me who have to do every single thing immediately. fortunately, no one else has to play like this because they are my own neuroses and nothing built into the game itself. i recommend everyone else play this slowly if they play it at all, and itd probably be more fun.

[gabessquishytum]

💄 Anon's Winged Creature!Dream idea has me S C R E A M I N G so how about this?

Hob has been hiking a good way out from his town since he was about 10, and it's not because he likes the exercise. It's because he's been watching the winged creatures fly since he was a boy. He carries a sketchbook with him and draws them whenever he sees them.

He thinks they're all beautiful, but it's the one that mostly keeps to himself that Hob is smitten with; the galaxies in his black wings coupled with his pale skin certainly make him the most beautiful in Hob's eyes.

One day, while Hob is sketching the beautiful creature (he has an entire sketchbook dedicated to him), Hob hears a gun go off and sees the beautiful creature go down. Hob is... not okay.

It takes him about a week to track down the fucker (Burgess, obviously) that shot and abducted his beautiful, winged Dream. When Hob finds him, all hell breaks loose and he has no mercy.

However, his beautiful Dream is injured and has clearly been raped, repeatedly, by Burgess, so Hob takes him to a cabin near where he flies to nurse him back to health. Dream thinks Hob has the same plans as Burgess and is surprised by how gentle Hob is, how he doesn't touch him more than necessary.

Hob did a TON of research about birds and feathers in order to help, and he takes very good care of his Dream's wings. He has no idea that the gentle preening and cleaning is driving Dream crazy with arousal until Dream cums the first time. Hob is startled, Dream is embarrassed.

After that, Hob doesn't touch his wings, instead giving him a brush so Dream can clean them himself; Dream is kind of disappointed but mostly relieved.

As time passes and Dream heals, his wings start to look worse, and Hob realizes that his Dream can't take care of them completely by himself. He offers to help, and Dream lets him. He doesn't hide how much it affects him, whimpering and moaning eagerly at every touch; Hob tries not to let the sounds affect him, but he's only human; he often jerks off when he's alone after preening his Dream's wings.

One day, when Hob is helping him, Dream notices how affected Hob is and is eager to 'help' in return. At this point, he knows Hob won't hurt him and that Hob fully plans on letting Dream go when he's healed enough so he's eager to make Hob feel as good as Hob makes him feel. After all, Dream cums multiple times while Hob is taking care of his wings every day, it's only fair that his savior gets to cum as well 😉 He's also rather curious about how different Hob is from other humans.

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Winged Dream is truly the most galaxy brained concept and I am so glad that 💄 anon brought it up!! And of course this is a perfect rescue scenario to think about <3

Dream’s wings are huge - they have to be, to keep him airborne. But his body itself is so fragile. I’m thinking hollow bones? So Burgess finds it easy to hurt him, and by the time Hob rescues him, Dream is in a bad shape. It’ll take a long time for him to recover, and he’s going to end up with nasty scars. Poor Dream is a very vain creature (all of his species are tbh) and with his body scarred, his wings suffering, and his mind utterly traumatised by his capture… he thinks that he’s totally unlovable, now.

So Hob’s arousal kind of surprises him. He expects the human to be disgusted, but he’s always telling Dream how beautiful he is, and Dream can hear him on the other side of cabin jerking off after he tends to Dream’s wings… it’s very confusing. Could Hob really find him desirable, despite his ruined body and scarred mind?

Dream gently tests the waters. He starts preening himself more, making the feathers he can reach really shine. He uses the mirror in the cabin to check himself out. He’s more communicative, more interested in Hob’s conversations. He starts initiating touch, not just putting up with it. And Hob is delighted to see him making so much progress! He rewards Dream with more touch, more attention, always gentle and careful. He coaxes Dream into processing some of what happened during his capture. Before Dream knows it, he’s genuinely… recovering? The multiple orgasms each day are probably helping a bit.

Hob is tending to Dream out of love and compassion, sure. But after months and months, when Dream finally crawls into bed with him and wraps them together in his beautiful wings… it feels like a pretty wonderful reward. Especially when those wings just happen to glide and slide a few primary feathers right into Hob’s underwear…

[4dkellysworld]

Honest self-reflections

After much self-reflection, I've realized that being on here has now become an activity of ego indulgence in some ways. I started @4dbarbie-archive initially to sort & organise all of Ada's content in a way I liked as well as learn & make sense of her teachings, which creating the 4dbarbie remix posts have been most pivotal in. Then there were some thoughts I wanted to share and I created this blog and shared some of my experiences and thoughts with my writings and journal entries. I came here with some objectives and accomplished that; it was most rewarding and enlightening.

It's only been a week and a half since I first created @4dbarbie-archive and just over a week since I created this blog (feels a lot longer though lol) but now I feel like I ended up becoming too involved in this community and my ego feels a bit addicted & attached and almost obligated to continue being involved in order to help others out. This is counterintuitive to the journey of self-realization; the opposite of letting go of identity/thoughts/ego/externals in order to realize Self. It's hard to completely detach from all that while being on here.

I have really enjoyed my time here and am grateful for the experience but now I've realised it has become more of an obstacle on my path to self-realization. Of course, I'm sure others are able to continue being on this platform in a healthy way while still progressing on their own journey and not attach identity to it but personally for myself, it would be easier & better to step away for a bit and take time to just be in silence and focus inwards on Self.

To help others, I want to first know my Self completely. As Nisargadatta Maharaj said, you need not know to be, but you must be to know. To know is to be. Meaning you do not need to read a ton of information about non-dualism to realize your Self, it is not necessary at all and at some point after you have gained adequate understanding, it is just feeding the mind and ego. You need to experience your Self in order to truly know who you are. This is something that no amount of reading will accomplish (if only!!) because our Self is beyond the mind and not something that can be truly understood through words and intellect alone (which are just concepts). At some point, you just have to dive right in and do it yourself, and going all in is sometimes the best way to do it instead of having one foot in and the other foot out. This is something that success stories have all taught me and I want to thank all who shared their experiences, it most definitely does teach things that theory alone cannot. 🤍

As Lester Levenson said "If anyone of us could stop thinking right now and remain that way, he would be an unlimited Being from this moment on. It really is that simple, though not necessarily an easy accomplishment." Session 4: Happiness of The Keys to Ultimate Freedom

This is not goodbye but more of a see you later. This blog will remain up but I will be taking a pause from Tumblr to let go and go within. How long? However long it takes. I have no expectations or idea on that nor do I care. Though when I do come back (whenever that may be), I hope to see many more success stories of others who have also gone within, realized their true Self and are experiencing beautiful dreams. 🩷

It's going to be a bit hard to go cold turkey cos there is some attachment to this community so I might linger for a bit but again I know this is my ego and mind grasping on and I want to let go of this (the quote "Let go of your earthly tether" from Legend of Korra comes to mind and I love that). I know Ada would agree with what I'm doing too.

Special shout out to @adadisciple for creating her blog as a hub for all of 4dbarbie students to come together and share their experiences! Without your blog (and the anons!), I could not have had some of the realizations I have now so thank you! And it was nice working with you as a team at times over the past week to answer some asks. Don't forget to take care of yourself and don't sacrifice your own personal journey for the sake of your blog! And this goes for the other ND blogs too! You guys are all amazing.

Take care, everyone! Do what's best for you first and remember that this is all just a dream. There is no "must" in anything. It's all just a dream so make it beautiful 😌

May we all realize our Self.

--- Kelly out ♡

[bellafragolina]

nghafahag hi im new in your blog and i love it ive read all of your submas stuff in 3 days just jsbskshHNHGJ

ANYWAY feel free to ignore of course, but what do you think of a scenario with ingo and emmet (together or separate) with challenger who starts coming back to thw battle subway every day, always making it to their cart, and while they get better and more creative at battling each day and get closer to winning, they keep losing for now, and instead of feeling sad, they're having the time of their life. it becomes a comfy routine and they start to get to know the twin(s) better and generally start bonding after the fights, eventually they start stauinh in the cart for some time after tjeir battle to watch the twins battle, "to learn better strategies to beat them, of course"

one day, they actually almost win. but at the very last moment, make a seemingly rookie mistake and lose, and after the loss bashfully smile "whoops silly me", except its kinda obvious that they made that mistake in purpose

if the twins don't ask, they just return the next day and similar thing happens. if questioned, they look away in shame and say that they've realized they really like the twin(s) and want to keep challenging them not just for battles, but also just to hang out, and they panicked that if they win, the twin(s) would get annoyed with them for coming back so often. which is stupid, but they seem to think so anyway

thank you!! sorry if its too specific ^^"

Aww reader it’ll be okay!!!

🍓🍓🍓

Ingo:

You are the highlight of Ingo’s day. He looks forward to you being on his line, it’s everything to him. You’re the best trainer he’s ever battled, and everyday you have a new twist to throw at him, to get his mind racing for counter attacks. He loves it, especially when you stay after

Ingo gets bored, alone in his cart waiting for challengers to make it to him. But you, not only do you always make it, but you’ve started to stay with him, after your losses. You claim it’s to get to know his own strategy better, to know how to defeat him, but Ingo sees through it. You want company, and so does he. So he sits with you and you both talk and talk and talk and it’s so lovely. The best part of his day.

His feelings grow as quickly as your skills. You grow closer and closer to actually beating him, and Ingo grows closer and closer to shouting out his affections for you, for the world to hear. Ingo promises to do it the day you win, like a reward. But that day doesn’t come.

Every time you’re close, so close to beating him, you waver. A silly mistake is made, or your reaction time slows, and Ingo wins. And he stands in his victory feeling hollow, especially with your sheepishness afterwards. So he confronts you. And you buckle under the pressure of his sad stare

And when Ingo hears your fears, hears how you’re afraid he’ll grow annoyed and tired of you (of you!), he crumbles. He announces his love to you, rambling his adoration of you and your company and how he’s been waiting for you to win so he can tell you all of this. He runs out of breath from talking so much, but he can’t get any air, because you kiss the rest from his lungs

Emmet:

In all honesty, Emmet is a little bit spoiled by you. Every day you come and every day you give him a run for his money as a Subway Boss. Your quick and creative, throwing things at him he’s never seen before. He loves the stimulation the strategy part of his brain gets whenever you come in, thus leading him to get a bit addicted to your everyday visits. If you don’t show up, he’s immediate put into a sour mood, almost wanting to track you down and demand his battle

As time progresses and you start to stay with Emmet after your battles, his addiction grows. You’re. . . easy to talk to, and Emmet doesn’t have to worry too much about being blunt when it’s you, since by now you understand his way of speaking. It makes the days you don’t show up to battle him even more agonizing, because now any and all drama and gossip he wanted to vent and rant with you about is wasted! He sometimes does track you down on these days, or at least calls you so you can chat about things

Thusly, it’s easy for Emmet to fall. He doesn’t have a lot of people in his life like you, both good at battling and good at making him feel whole and safe. He falls hard and fast, and eagerly awaits you everyday. As blunt as he is, he’s unsure of how to communicate his feelings to you, so he stammers and gets off track. It feels. . . mean to confess after you lose (and you always lose despite your talent), so he instead waits for when you finally beat him! It’ll happen soon

But it doesn’t happen. Emmet notices immediately when you throw the battle. He notices and gets a little mad, thinking you’re taking it easy on him, like he can’t hold his own? He’s beaten you a million times before now, and you haven’t won once! He almost says something cruel in his hurt, but you cut him off, mumbling about how you don’t want him to grow annoyed with you if you start winning. He loves winning more than anything, after all

“I love you more.” Emmet tells you, blunt as ever. You gawk, but he’s assured now. And he kisses your cheek, holds your hand, and drags you off the train. He wants a rematch, and then he’s going to buy you both ice cream, because he loves you. And when you win, finally, you kiss him in your happiness, so it takes the sting away, just a little

🍓🍓🍓

Ta-da! Hope you enjoy, lovely!

~Renee

[spectrechosts]

Vandalize My Heart - Chapter 10

Paperwork is sorted, a church is defiled, and a new succubus is born from the tattered soul of a nun.

This is the final chapter of this arc of the story. Did you know you can buy this story as an ePub on my itch? You can! I also need to remake this ePub because of edits i made while reuploading. This entire process is a pain in the ass, if anyone cares.

Full Series

Lilith was bored, which wasn't a feeling that the Queen of Lust typically had to deal with. To be bored implied that she couldn't indulge in any whim that crossed her mind, that she didn't have a singular vice and an entire kingdom dedicated to fulfilling it.

She wasn't used to having something she wanted to do but couldn't, and here she was, with a soul that was rightfully hers, not eating it.

Her own fault, really.

Grace had had an… atypical descent, to be sure. She didn't usually hook people with third base and tender acceptance. There was supposed to be more…

Well, sinning.

And the thing about becoming a demon was that the sin was important. You needed a solid basis upon which to build the new demonic self. So while several of her concubines worked on that, she did paperwork.

Boring, endless paperwork.

Most succubus contracts were both informal and immediately enforced, she hardly needed to put her stamp of approval on every "I'll give you six months off my life to turn into this girl from work who's totally into me, if she had the proportions and enthusiasm about anal of my favourite porn star".

But there were things that required actual contracts. Arrangements for mortals who wanted to pay upfront to summon the same succubus whenever they liked without having to negotiate every time, for mortals who wanted the girlfriend experience instead of one night stands, for any number of things that required an agreement be adhered to the moment either party was out of sight.

And those she had to look over and approve, because love them as she did, some of her girls were not good negotiators. She could just forward them all to Lucy and let her reject what she wanted, but despite circles like greed and pride being full of idiots the front-facing nature of succubi and mortal attitudes towards openly sexual women meant that her circle had a reputation of being ditzy that she would rather not give credence to in the boss's mind.

She made a mental note to gently remind Azaerixia that no, the souls of three puppies were not equivalent in value to a human soul, and even if they were mortals can't offer souls that aren't theirs, and even if they could they'd never be able to collect on account of all dogs going to Heaven.

The paperwork wasn't that bad, in all honesty. But she could feel Grace's soul, her soul. The radiant beauty of it, just taunting her, making her mouth water. She wanted to devour it, feel that light sputter and die inside her.

She sighed and rubbed her temples. December, she would finish all the contracts through to the end of December, clear out the year, and then have Grace's soul as a treat. It would be easier to focus with a clear endpoint in sight.

But she was at what, September now? And she had started at June, that was good progress, maybe that called for a reward too. She would call someone in to kneel under her desk while she worked, that would make the remaining days of filing more fun.

~

Lilith leaned back in her chair and sighed, finally through with all the contracts from the past year. She snapped her fingers and the two piles she had sorted them into dissipated into smoke, one sent off to Lucy to enforce them, the other distributed back to those who had made the contracts with a note to come see her.

Later.

Right now, she just groaned and squeezed her thighs around Tinixi's head as she shot another load down her throat. Grabbing a desk pet had been a great idea, really helped her hunker down and get the work done. It had only taken her what, a week? Eight days? The time just flew by.

She dug her hand into Tinixi's hair and pulled her off her shaft with a wet pop. The lesser succubus gasped and huffed as she lifted her into her arms, stroking her hair and back lovingly. Succubi didn't need air, strictly speaking, but they did tend to get a little woozy after breathing nothing but cock for a few days.

"Mistress, you, haah-" She panted, between giggling and gulping down lungfuls of air. "You, you really, hehehah, you take my breath away Mistress!"

Lilith snorted, amused. "You're such a romantic, Tini." She said.

"Well, I had a, had a long time to think about that one." Tinixi said. "Are you done with the contracts?"

"Yes, dearest."

"So it's time to turn the mortal, right?"

"Mmm, not yet." Lilith hummed. "Right now it's time to cuddle with Tini. You were such a good girl for Mistress."

Tinixi made a whimpering noise of delight.

"B-But, you've been looking forward to her-" She protested.

"I have."

"And, and now you can-"

"I will, later."

"But-"

"How many concubines do I have in my palace, Tinixi?" Lilith asked, coiling her tail around her.

"Um, four hundred and eighty-three, counting me."

"And have I ever left you without cuddles when you needed them?"

"N-No Mistress! Never!"

"So do you think one more would change that?"

"No Mistress, of course not. I-I love you Mistress." Tinixi said, as she relaxed into the embrace.

"I love you too, Tinixi. I'll always have time for you, my good girl."

Tinixi trembled and pressed her head into Lilith's hand. "I'm a good girlllll…" She moaned softly, as Lilith lavished headpats and praise upon her.

~

Lilith felt her way through the veil between two worlds. She had no summoning circle, but there had been one in the same spot several times, if she could just-

There.

Space peeled away before her eyes, opening a rift to Grace's old room. She stepped through into the cool air of the mortal realm's winter once again, letting the portal-

"Oh God, oh God you're real, Grace really was taken by demons-"

Oh. The room was newly occupied. That made sense, she supposed, it had been some time. The new nun clutched her rosary and prayed, desperate for divine protection.

How annoying.

"Sleep." She ordered, her words laced with infernal power, and the nun slumped over.

Anyway, Grace's room. Not altogether important to her goal, but why not leave evidence that yes, the demon Grace summoned was real, real and angry. She raked her claws across the new nun's bed, leaving deep slashes. Pressed her hand against the wall she had climbed out of and let a charred circle grow from her touch. She stood before the door of the room and thought for a moment, then blasted it down with her magic.

She didn't care much for petty vandalism, but hoped they would get the idea. Scary demon attack, ooh. The noise had probably woken someone up, so she flicked her wrist and sealed all the dormitory doors. She made her way to the church proper, chuckling about how Grace had once thought she could keep this place safe from her.

But she couldn't desecrate hallowed ground by herself, where would the fun be in that? She reached back into the weave, so much easier to work with from this end, and plucked Grace out of her preparatory orgy and into her arms.

"Hello darling." She said, cradling her naked body tenderly. "Tonight, I destroy your mortal life and create you anew in my image. I hope you're as excited as I am."

Grace blinked, and a delicious blush crept up her face as she got her bearings. "I- Wait, why are we-?" She looked around. "We're back at the convent?"

"Yes."

"…Why are we back at the convent? If you're checking again that I'm sure, I am. And even if I wasn't, I… I wouldn't come back here." She said, a hint of sadness creeping into her voice.

"Oh no, nothing like that." Lilith said, as she led Grace down the aisle hand in hand. They stopped before the altar, and she dipped her finger into a basin of holy water. It sputtered and steamed as she stirred it, burning her demonic flesh.

"I hate this place, Grace. I hate it so much." She said, flatly. "I can't help hating it, of course. I'm a demon, it's a church, the very air in here is just… wrong. But I feel that way about all holy sites. This one though-" She paused, turning to face Grace before she continued. "Living in this convent made you so unhappy, Grace. So we're going to destroy it. Together."

Grace snort-laughed, and Lilith raised her eyebrow, frowning. Had she misjudged her?

"No- I- I appreciate it, I do, I just-" She gestured around them. "I don't really know how much I could help with destroying a building."

Lilith rolled her eyes. "Not the building, little lamb. Although if you wouldn't mind knocking over that other basin of holy water, I'm sure that's a sin. Can never be too prepared for your rebirth." Grace did so, and as it clattered to the floor Lilith continued. "We're going to desecrate this church. All prayers made here will go unheard, all worship unseen, your tyrant god ousted from these grounds."

"You can do that?" Grace asked.

"Sure, take a look."

The holy water Lilith was stirring with her finger had slowly stopped boiling at her touch, and was now still.

"You can't tell the difference, being mortal, but this water is holy no longer."

"Okay? I can't do that either."

"Oh, but you can! It takes so much power to make the hallowed profane, Grace. Just that water was no small feat, even I would find an entire church taxing, alone. But you…" She said, taking Grace's hands and looking deep into her eyes. "A soul is a powerful thing, Grace. If I turn you into a demon here, we can stain the land so deeply your god can't stand to look upon it."

Grace didn't say anything, her heart pounding under Lilith's intensity as they stared into each other's eyes. Lilith cleared her throat and backed off.

"I'm… getting ahead of myself. Apologies, it's rather rare that I get to do this, these days. Most who summon me want bigger things, and most who wish to summon a succubus for pleasure want a less frighteningly powerful one." She said.

"Well, I'm happy I got you. Hooray for badly labeled summoning texts?"

"Yes, hooray." Lilith said, smiling. "I'm happy you got me too. Shall we?"

"Yeah! Yeah, um, so do we- Do you, uh…" Grace trailed off, eager but nervous. "So do you take my soul out first or are we going to start with, you know..?"

"Start with what?" Lilith asked, tilting her head to one side.

"I, you know, you're turning me into a succubus I assume it involves some degree of, of-"

"Nope, just removing the soul should do it. Very straightforward process." She said. "Unless there was something you wanted to do, while we're at it."

"You know! You know and you just want me to say it because you want me to prove I can be a succubus." Grace whined.

"No, the whole innocent virgin thing plays great, you won't have any problems. I want you to say it because I think it's funny to watch you squirm."

"I think we should fuck in this church if you want to."

Lilith couldn't help but laugh, she so loved it when a plan came to fruition. "Oh, oh my dearest little lamb, I've wanted to since the moment I first laid eyes on you." She said, gently pushing Grace backward until she bumped up against the altar and could retreat no further.

No more seduction, no more waiting, Lilith's prize was finally ripe. A nun, a fucking nun, and she was eager not only to join her but to ruin her whole flock in the process. She had once feared her so intensely, and now she loved her.

Grace wanted her, more than all the wonders of heaven. And that want, that was everything, it was all that mattered. Desire that drowned out everything else, that made mortals swear their souls to her.

Lust, in its most intense form, all for her.

It was enough to make her lose control of her own desires.

She shoved Grace onto the altar, the mortal so easy to just pounce on, already naked and on her back, but not perfect she could be even better-

Smoke condensed into fabric over the nun's skin, forming her habit.

"Uhh-?" Grace started to question, surely wondering why clothes were being put on her. Lilith never even considered answering with words, simply hooking her claws into the neck of the garment and rending it, exposing the nun to her hungry eyes.

Drool dripped from her long tongue onto Grace's pussy. She needed to fuck her, she needed to tear her soul to pieces, she could hardly think through the thick fog of lust over her mind. She hiked one of the nun's legs up and flopped her cock onto her abdomen, letting her eyes widen as she saw how big it was compared to her, the twitching length reaching past her bellybutton.

Did she want to shapeshift it into something more interesting for their first time? No, no, best to start normal and then work up to the more exotic cocks, that way she could really appreciate the distinctions. Her human body probably couldn't handle a knotted horsecock anyway, unless maybe- No, no, start normal. This was for Grace as much as it was for her, she shouldn't go too overboard. Maybe after the transformation.

For now she just lined the tip of her cock up with Grace's slit and shoved it in, making the mortal cry out as she buried almost the entire length inside her in a single thrust. She was still drooling, breath steaming as the profane fire inside her went wild. Grace was babbling something but she couldn't understand it, all she could focus on was the desire rolling off her in waves and the light of her soul.

She rutted into her like a mindless beast, instinct consuming her entirely. Before she was a queen, she was a monster, a primordial incarnation of sin. Why care about appearances? The nun was tight around her cock, mewling and squealing like a pathetic thing. That was what mattered. She stomped a clawed foot onto the altar, pushing Grace's legs up further so she could get better leverage, really start pounding her.

She growled as she indulged in the pleasures of the flesh. The nun clenching around her cock as her cries grew in intensity, feeling her heavy sack slap against her ass with every powerful thrust, all so deliciously sublime.

She kissed her, a brutal union of lips and fangs. She could taste the fresh blood smearing across her tongue as she forced it down Grace's throat, facefucking her with the prehensile length.

The nun was so delicious, gagging on her tongue and gripping her cock tightly. She was intoxicating, she drove Lilith crazy with want. Her cock throbbed desperately, the aching need in her loins growing harder and harder to ignore as she leaked a river of precum into Grace's needy cunt.

But it wasn't enough. She could be so much better, freed from her mortal flesh. She could be truly suited to Lilith's desires, a being of pure lust just like her. Her soul was impossible to ignore now, it sang to her. Filled her vision with its blinding radiance, her nostrils with its delectable scent, she needed to taste it.

She couldn't resist any longer.

Grace spasmed underneath her, tightening and gushing wetness as she squealed and came, and Lilith hardly noticed the surge of lustful energy as she extracted her long tongue from her mouth. She just had to sink her talons into that beautiful mortal flesh, and-

Grace howled as she reached into her core, tearing out something that human eyes couldn't see. Lilith was practically hypnotized, the soul looked so beautiful in her bloodstained claws. She opened her terrible maw and devoured it in a single bite, feeling it tingle as it slid down her throat. The taste was indescribable, the most delicious ambrosia, and it filled her to bursting with pleasure and power as she consumed it. She held her hips down and roared as she flooded the mortal's womb with her unholy seed, pumping thick ropes of cum into her until it overflowed and dripped down her ass, coating the demoness' balls as they continued to churn out more and more.

She grunted with satisfaction, regaining some of her composure now that she no longer had such temptations clouding her judgement. She watched as Grace shuddered, wide eyed and pale, her body grieving the loss of her soul. She slowly pulled out of her, panting and drenched with sweat as her powerful orgasm tapered out with a few final shots across Grace's stomach and tits. She hoped she hadn't been too rough with the mortal, but she couldn't very well ask if she was okay right then. She had to get to work.

Grace's soul was gone, and it left a void that needed to be filled. Lilith touched that void, and the mortal's sins oozed into it, writhing and congealing into a vile black mass. Grace sucked in a sudden breath, and almost fell off the altar as she wrenched herself off her back.

Lilith had watched this play out time and time again, and it never got any less mesmerizing. She spirited away the habit she had made for her, making way for the bulging lumps forming below her shoulders. Grace whined, her face twisted with painful strain.

"Shh, I've got you dearest." Lilith cooed as she guided Grace into her arms, careful not to touch her back. It was a painful process, to have the core of your very being replaced and have the new one violently assert itself. Lilith could help the process along though, guide it a little. Succubi were so malleable after all, natural shapeshifters as they were.

She rubbed her thumbs across her forehead, feeling for the telltale bumps of newly budding horns. When she found them, she slit the taut skin holding them back with her claws, and Grace let out a relieved breath as some of the pressure inside her was released. Lilith gently touched the bloody horns, urging them to grow, coaxing fresh bone from her skull and ridged keratin from that bone. She watched them sprout and take shape, breath catching in her throat as they curved into sideways spirals.

Sheep's horns. Because she was her little lamb.

Fuck she loved her so much. What a great addition to her palace she would make.

Ah, but she was still hurting, not the time to get sentimental. What next, the tail? She could see it trying to break free, if she just-

She pricked the skin and the tail burst forth, foot after foot of skin slimy with viscera shooting out and coiling tightly around Lilith's arm, capped with a spaded tip. The spade was a vibrant blueish-purple, and the gorgeous hue spread slowly over the tail before radiating out across her entire body. With the unnatural color came softness, the removal of blemishes and imperfections. Even the gash where Lilith had torn into her and ripped her soul out healed right over without a trace, her new skin flawless and silky smooth.

The only real painful part left was the wings, and she didn't want to rush something so delicate. "You're okay dearest, just a little more now." She reassured her, as the new succubus clung to her and dug newly sharpened nails into the skin of her back. Her tail continued to do similarly, constricting around her arm as tightly as it could. She could feel her pushing, her back arching and bulging as her breath came in sharp huffs.

"That's it, just like that…"

The new demon shrieked, squeezing Lilith even tighter as wings erupted from her back, tearing through the skin with enough force to fling gore onto the wall behind her. She let out a long, shuddering breath as relief swept over her, the worst of the transformation complete. Her grip loosened, and Lilith stroked her hair and watched as her tail struggled to uncoil so it could wag freely, dragging her arm gently side to side as it jerked and bunched up, uncoordinated.

"Good girl, you did so well."

~

She felt so tired as she stirred, like she had been worked to the bone, and she couldn't quite remember why.

"Dearest, did you sleep well?"

She perked up, recognizing that voice even though her head felt fuzzy.

"I did, Lili-"

No, wait, Lilith wanted- she herself wanted to call her-

"-Mistress."

She could feel Mistress was happy to be called that, and that made her so happy too. It was like a warm embrace layered over her mind, guiding her to fulfill Mistress' desires.

"Do you remember who you are, darling?"

Well that was a silly question. She had just taken a nap she wasn't that out of it. She was obviously-

"Grezayla, Mistress. Did you forget?"

"Never, my precious little lamb." Mistress said, tracing a finger over her horns. "I just wanted to make sure you're okay. Do you like your new body?"

New body? Right, new body. Huh.

"I feel… normal?"

She looked at her hands, purple skin capped with pointed black nails. She knew they weren't always like that, but they really did feel normal. Like this was how they should have looked all along.

"Do you have a mirror?" She asked, and Mistress conjured one out of smoke.

"Wow…" She said, looking herself over. She got up out of Mistress' arms and suddenly she couldn't feel the cozy hug of her desires anymore. She took her hand and felt the connection reform.

"It's nice, isn't it? You don't have to cling to me, just close your eyes and focus, you should be able to feel me there."

Grezayla let go of her hand reluctantly and closed her eyes. She could feel… something. It was confusing, if she tried to feel out further away she could make out the nuns in the dormitories, tiny lights glittering in the void, but up close everything was completely drowned out, overwhelmed by-

"Mistress, are you making that big light?" She asked, awed.

"Oh, is it-? Usually I can keep it mostly under wraps, I guess it's still a little out of control from earlier."

"A little?"

"Grezayla my darling, if you tried to sense the full depth of my lusts your mind would shatter. I assure you, this is a slight flare-up." She took a deep breath, and her aura shrank to merely a bonfire next to all the nearby mortal's candles, as opposed to a blinding stadium light. Grezayla reached out to it in her mind, and she felt the warmth of Mistress' presence again. Not quite the same as touching her, but comforting, and even when she opened her eyes it was still there.

"I can give you a new mark, if you want to always be able to feel me."

"I think I would like that a lot." She said dreamily. How could she not? Mistress felt so warm and loving and safe, of course she wanted to always feel that.

What was she doing, before she- right! Mirror, new body!

She had wings! And a tail! She hadn't really thought about it, but she could feel them behind her. She tried to… she didn't even really know. Flutter them? Her wings opened out and just kind of twitched, before one of them closed again and the other stayed open.

"Uh…"

"You'll get better at it. Honestly it's hardest when you're actively thinking about doing something."

Well, she didn't need to fly right now, she had lived her whole life not flying. What about…

"Oh! Can I do the tongue thing?"

"Sure."

The new succubus stuck her tongue out, and out, and out, until it drooped down almost to her knees.

"Whuh? Das too mush."

Mistress snickered as she tried to control it all, collecting it in her hands to keep it from touching the floor as it kept extending.

"Mistess hewl! Is nuh thunny!!!"

Mistress snapped her fingers, and her tongue was the right size again. She shook with silent laughter, tears forming at the sides of her eyes.

"Darling maybe, maybe just don't try to do anything new right now."

"Yeah. Yeah that's probably a good idea."

"So..?" Mistress asked. "Your new look?"

"It's good!" Grezayla chirped. "I mean, it's less different then I expected? It's kinda just me but purple and with demon stuff."

"Is it now?"

"…Yes?"

Mistress crept up behind her and suddenly grabbed her breasts. "So these were this big before, is that right?"

Grezayla blushed, which was kinda weird to watch herself do now because it just made her face less blue and more purple. "It, you know, maybe some little changes."

"Up two cup sizes, one inch shorter, four and a half inches added to the hips-"

"Okay well y'know it was a subconscious thing I didn't really do measurements it just felt right-"

"I know dearest, I'm teasing. It's your body to shape, nobody is judging you for making yourself curvier. It's an exceedingly normal thing for a new succubus to do."

"It is?" The new demon asked meekly.

"Little lamb, your form is positively restrained. You're within mortal limits. Some girls come out of the process with twenty pounds of tit, you're fine."

"Do you think everyone will like it?"

"I think they'll love it."

~

"Does it usually take this long?"

"Yes, precious. Relax."

Grezayla twiddled her thumbs, still not having been summoned by anyone months after her rebirth.

"But-"

"My dear little lamb…" Mistress cooed, hugging her. "These things take time. I've given your circle to my agents in the mortal world, you just have to wait."

Grezayla whined, more for attention than anything. It was… fine. Being a succubus was wonderful, she had so many girlfriends now, every day was bliss.

But she had this itch. She wasn't starving per se, succubi apparently didn't actually need to feed to live, but she really fucking wanted to. To show a mortal the pleasures she had been shown, to feed on their lust, their life, their soul.

"Can't we just like, put it on the internet?"

"Trust me, you don't want to put your circle on the internet right away. You're either going to get nothing but huge weirdos or draw way more attention than you can handle right now." Said Mistress. "My covens will find you someone good to start with, don't you worry your pretty little head over it."

"Uuuggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…" Grezayla groaned exaggeratedly, and Mistress rolled her eyes.

"Do you need me to distract you, darling?" She asked, tracing a claw up her side.

"Yesssss!"

Mistress purred as she pushed her onto her back and-

"Wait." She said, tilting her head.

"But Mistresssssss-" Grezayla whined, squirming.

"Someone is summoning me."

"UGHHH-"

"I'm not flaunting it at you, Grezayla, you can come with me. It's someone new, it'll help to have some eyecandy hanging off me."

She pulled her through the hole in reality without even shifting their positions, the two of them appearing in the summoning circle with her still on her back as Mistress spread her legs and ripped her panties off. She squirmed and giggled, excited to see Mistress put on a show.

"What pitiful mortal dares to summon-"

"Grace?"

Grezayla blinked and tilted her head to get a better look at the summoner. She didn't recognize the dingy apartment they found themselves in, but the summoner, she was in casual clothes but that was definitely-

"Sister Isabela?"

Mistress' eyes glinted as she switched gears. She yanked Grezayla up from the ground and wrapped one hand around her throat, gently dragging a talon down the side of her face.

"Do you like what I've done with her, Sister?"

"Oh man, oh man." Isabela repeated, covering her face with tented hands. "I mean I knew you disappeared and then all that stuff happened and like, I copied down the circle when I cleaned your room but-" She swallowed. "It didn't feel real real. But it is, and you're-"

"-Mine, is what she is. If you're done gawking I can show you just how real it is."

Isabela looked from Grezayla to Mistress and back again.

"Grace are you doing okay? I was so worried!" She said, and Mistress huffed.

"She's great, Sister." She rumbled, laying it on thick. "She's perfect, remade by my hands for an eternity of decadent sin after I devoured her soul."

"Grace?" Isabela whispered. "Who is this lady?"

"I am Lilith, Queen of Lust, the very demon that destroyed your temple-"

"She's just trying to scare you because she knows I didn't like being a nun." Grezayla said, regaining her voice as the shock wore off. "It's fine, Mistress. I'm okay, Isabela is nice."

Mistress shrugged and released her grip on Grezayla's throat, relaxed into a more comfortable position with one arm still wrapped around her possessively.

"Fine. Make your bargain, but know that I'm not giving her back." She grumbled, playing with Grezayla's hair idly.

"Bargain?" Isabela asked. "I- I just wanted to know what happened! Grace, you-"

"Grezayla, actually." Mistress corrected her.

"Okay, um, Grezayla, you were just gone out of nowhere, we didn't know if you got kidnapped or killed or, or, dragged down to, um-"

"You're allowed to say Hell, nun. Your side invented it." Mistress said, yawning. "I'm not hearing a bargain."

"I'm trying not to be fucking rude!" Isabela protested. "And I don't have a bargain! I didn't know I needed one!"

"We could make out if you want?" Grezayla said, and the two of them stopped bickering.

"What." Isabela asked, stunned.

"We don't have to, I just- It felt like maybe you wanted to? And I had such a crush on you back at the convent."

Isabela turned red, and Mistress chuckled and rolled her eyes.

"Well, I think I can leave this in your hands. I'm going home, you have fun on your first call, and Isabela? Don't summon me again."

With that, she disappeared, leaving the two alone.

"Is, is she always-?"

"No! No, she's really nice, she just- She doesn't want me to get hurt again, is all." Grezayla explained. "I was going through a lot back at the convent."

"A lot, as in… having a crush on me?" Isabela asked cautiously.

"Yeah! Yeah I didn't feel great about that, at the time."

She swallowed hard.

"And so now, you want to-?"

"Make out! Or more, if you want. You just make a bargain with me and we can do whatever."

"And on my end, I offer..?"

"I would, um. I would like to feed on you. Take maybe… a couple weeks off your natural lifespan? If that sounds good."

Isabela inhaled deeply through her nose as she chewed on her nail.

"A couple weeks and we can just-? F-For how long?"

"All night! Day? Your apartment doesn't have windows."

She sighed, releasing her tension with that breath. "Yeah. Yeah this place fucking sucks. Deal, definitely, can- can I like call you? Directly? Because I'm going to want to do this again."

"Really?" Grezayla asked, her breath hitching with excitement. "Do- Do you want my summoning circle?"

"Oh yeah, for sure." Isabela answered, taking her shirt off.

"W-Wow." Grezayla said, mesmerized.

Being a succubus really was giving her everything she wanted.

[strwbmei]

hey mei, what are your top 10 favourite video games?

1. Legend of Zelda : Breath of the Wild - Loved everything about it!! The graphics are stunning, the gameplay is amazing, and the story is easy to understand without playing the other games. I have Tears of the Kingdom, but for some reason, I prefer BOTW much more. Also, the soundtrack is absolutely amazing beyond words!! The one that plays whenever a Ruin Guardian spots you sort of gave me PTSD. Whenever I hear it, I can't help but look towards the source of the sound, get up, and run for my life.

2. Ghost of Tsushima - Everything about this game is a 10/10, but I really liked the combat in particular! There are so many ways you can kill someone, from silently assassinating them to poisoning them to beheading them. Even after the main story, there are still so many side quests and content that are just as fun. Jin Sakai is also very cool and I love how he abandoned his honor as a samurai to protect the people.

3. Eastward - Definitely a must-play if you have a Nintendo Switch. The graphics are unique and colorful yet also somewhat mellow at times. The music is great. All of the characters are so fleshed out and lovable. Not to mention the amount of content in the game, where you have at least one other game inside of it. There's the Earthbound(?) (I forgot what it was called) game inside of the arcades which I still haven't been able to finish to this day, and the Octopia DLC (Really cheap by the way, it was 20$ last time I checked) which is basically a whole other farming game.

4. Honkai Impact 3rd - Of course, HI3 is one of my favorite games. The gacha is very generous compared to other games, the rewards are really good, and the rest speaks for itself. Just the story alone would be enough to make it into my top 10. Story aside, I really love the characters and their designs. Their designs reflect their personality perfectly and all of them are just so lovable. Watching Kiana grow up so mature within only 2 years gives me such an odd feeling. I'm so proud of her, but at the same time, where has the "cheerful idiot" Kiana gone? It feels like only yesterday I was playing through the story and she refused to eat the meal Durandal gave her because there was no one to remove the bones of the fish like Mei usually did.

5. Stardew Valley - Call me basic, but I really fell in love with everything about this game. The music in particular makes me feel so oddly nostalgic. I also have a lot of good memories associated with it. It's one of those games that I play on and off but always end up enjoying no matter what, especially with the use of modding.

6. Dead Cells - Loved it! The combat is so fluid, the monsters are all so unique, the animations are so smooth for a pixel art game, and everything about the gameplay is so enjoyable. I'm a sucker for these types of games, honestly. I sadly haven't had the time to play it for a while now, though...

7. Subnautica - I'm not sure if this counts because even though I have a copy of the game, I've made almost zero progress on it. This is mostly only on my list because I'm a really big fan of sea exploration stuff. I was also particularly obsessed with the idea of making the Cyclops fully self sufficient.

8. Minecraft - I had such a big Minecraft phase back then. I would wear merch to school and sing those parodies thinking I was so cool. No wonder I didn't have any friends during that period of my life. Still, I actually wasn't able to buy the game until like... 2018. I think this would be higher on the list if I had people to play it with and if I could recover my account for it.

9. Animal Crossing : New Horizons - I was obsessed with it during the pandemic, but nowadays I play it on and off. As much as I like the older games, being able to freely place furniture outside is life changing. It's also way easier to change outfits because you can actually see what you're wearing. Not to mention, the graphics are way cuter.

10. Osu! - I got into it because a guy I liked did and ended up becoming better than him. I mostly.played standard, but mania was also fun from time to time. I was ranked at around 4 digits before I had to stop because people were complaining that my keyboard was being way too loud. I just didn't have the money to get a new one at the time, so I ended up deleting the game. Really fun, though! There's a mode for everyone.

[southposting]

Re: Main boys friendship in recent episodes

People have been talking about this expressing nostalgia for the olden days of the boys hanging out together with the way they've grown apart in recent years

They're still friends but more as classmates than a group at this point and I don't think it's ever going to go back organically to the way it was. It's an interesting progression that I don't think is ever going to be explored satisfyingly sadly!

But I think at the core of it what gets overlooked is that it's just not as rewarding to see them coexisting anymore even when they're together in a scene because they're just. So normal now.

For the majority of the show's run the joke was contingent on each boy representing a token feat of the standard friendgroup(at least according to Matt and Trey)taken to their bizarre extreme, and as characters in the show the gag was that they stuck with each other because they were so outlandish in their bizarre antics relative to peers they ended up outcasts all which gets put into words in Craig's pandemic episode

The series moving past the 4 main boys as main characters happens parallel to the show becoming almost more 'grounded'/closer to reality tonewise. Compare with alien abduction + turkey takeover + the boys ending up in the global south through hijinks spiralling out of control and the majority of recent plotlines become downright mundane so there's also less of a reason for them to stick together when you think it like that.

It feels artificial now whenever they're meant to act as a group in a scene now because there's no magnetism holding the fabric of the dynamic together, 9/10 when they're paired up it reads a mixture of fanservicey and self aware (they've done the 'we never hang out together anymore guys'/'remember when we used to hang out?) as the premise of an episode like 9/10 the times they're near each other at this point like salt on the wound) but in all of these it's the meta aspect that dominates and predetermines the narrative, nothing inherent about them as characters reflecting on their relationship with one another but rather the recognition that the story prioritizes other elements these days and so it's part of the same 'characters evolving independently from their established interpersonal drama' thing that bothered me as south park overthinker.

Being isolated from their peers thus having no alternatives for socialization was the driving force for nearly all of the internal drama amongst them which also made them feel closer to each other.

Not only this but the boys poor moral character that used to be emphasized as well and caused them to play off each other's flaws and strengths.

The conditions just are not there anymore but I honestly think they could still make it work in the new grounded setting if they were more creative with it (as fangirls have done for years) but probably they are bored of those constraints as comedy writers and preferr more ample room to write stories between different configurations of characters, but to me it largely feels like wasted precedent and also like character consistency has become the tradeoff at times. Consider how the neuroses that were core to the main 4 and by extension their mutual dysfunction have now been redistributed amongst the larger cast and as such, there is really no need for either Stan, Kenny, Kyle, Butters or Cartman to fulfill a certain role in a given episode that is not interchangeable with say, Scott or Clyde's potential.

This is felt in most recent episodes regardless of premise imo, it is not that the boys are devoid of personality now but rather that they no longer develop or adapt new characteristics in relation to other characters they have relationships with the way they used to so they feel considerably more onedimentional as result

[witchydykebitch]

I'm newly sans-eggshell and I love witchy stuff. So my silly fantasy reading your blog is training. Both about being a woman and sort of a witch's apprentice. So how to walk, how to do makeup, moving and wearing clothes properly, while also being her lab assistant for magic, potions, gathering herbs, sent on gopher tasks, and used as a test subject occasionally. Learning basic and harmless cantrips and simple herb potions. Lots of correction, rewarded with gentle and progressive transformation but having... Like pretty much every aspect of life controlled by her, and basically being trained to be the perfect assistant x girlfriend. Cottage core lesbianism but with magic and strict rules. "Now now, remember to sit properly..." "No, you cant go to town today, I need you to sanitize the cauldron for some potions we're making later, oh it's so adorable when you pout like that *kiss*" Aand then there's all the kinky magic, too, which usually involves ending up in a vulnerable position that she can't help but take advantage of...

Oh I adore this omg??

Maybe it starts out a bit tame at first.

The witch knows how to sew so she makes you pretty tailored dresses and blouses and skirts bc her assistant should be dressed her best!

She shows you her makeup collection, much of it is handmade by her. The next day you find a lipstick she had whipped up for you the night before, a shade that compliments you perfectly.

She starts to make you fancy perfumes using special ingredients and herbs that grow nearby. (Though you swear everytime you wear them it makes your head go a bit fuzzy?)

A witch who tests different experimental potions on you because you're such an eager and willing participant! She's always so delighted to see how her latest brew effects you, noting how your body reacts, what sounds you make.

Who eventually asks you to assist her in sex magic for the different moon phases and you start to really look forward to every new moon.

Some days she takes you out to town for tea and those cute little finger sandwiches. Others you go to the local apothecary for ingredients. Typically whenever you go into town, you're adorn in an outfit she tailor made for you, the fabric feels so lovely under your fingertips and it's such a pretty silhouette. She spends the afternoon eyeing you with a mix of pride and desire.

She enjoys setting you tasks like cleaning the cauldrons —and not just because they're so big you could fall in and be in a very compromising position— or finding ingredient in the nearby woods. She also loves seeing what witchcraft you're experimenting with, giving you tips here and there while allowing you room to grow into the craft on your own.

She's so delighted watching her lovely assistant blossoming into a full blown witch!

(Oops I got carried away!! This was such a fun ask omg)

[noname-nonartist]

SoC was barely released for a month how'd you get burnt out already 😭

I’m sorry! TToTT

I’m not 100% sure either but I think it’s gotta do with how doing the dailies are sort of a bit much for me.

Like Project Sekai dailies are simple for me. “Play” a few songs (aka have it be automated), watch some ads for a few mats, and maybe spend some of my tokens on the event store.

For SoC, the normal dailies are the extra rewards for the mats need to grow ya characters. But there is also the Clash mode, the Tower mode, the Spiral Destiny mode, and the events with time locked stories.

And like. ya also need to play through the levels in those events manually in order to see all the stories. (which after work I’m usually super tired to do that on most days).

And this is also including the main story as well too, since they are separate stories usually. (Yes there is an auto mode for each battle, but ngl. The AI be low key not the brightness and I don’t have enough mats to make my characters stronger. So atm I HAVE to manually play the stages/other modes. There are Sweep mode and the Octopus Can but those are limited)

With Project Sekai. The Event Stories are the continuation of the Main Story. And if I missed it or don’t have enough energy to read/watch them. I can always look it up on YouTube to watch them (or on the game itself but like. I don’t trust the EN translation tbh).

Yes there’s only a limited amount of Auto Plays ya can do a day, but it’s enough for me to do all my dailies consistently without having to do it manually. And the only time I have to play it manually is the Challenge Show Mode. Which isn’t much.

And yes this also means I’m not doing the Co-Op bonus, but like. I’m very neutral towards the battlepass. So I honestly don’t care about that.

And sure I’m not maximizing my mats this way, but as long as I still get a good amount every day. It a-okay to me~

It build up over time too, since I’m not constantly spending them to improve my points/cards upgrades. So like I have a good amount of Mats atm in Project Sekai.

That’s another thing too. The cards building is very easy. Just level the cards up. I don’t really need extra mats to make them necessarily better. Once they are maxed. I can used them to get a bit more points. I don’t have to get a weapon nor gear to make them “stronger”. I just stuff them with music sheets and Bam! Done!

Basically. Project Sekai gameplay be more lax than SoC. Which isn’t Bad! Again I LOVE SoC GAMEPLAY! I was a Hugeeee Fire Emblem Awakening Fan back in my days! (And the characters be pretty compelling to me so far too!)

I just. Tend to get tired mentally from work (especially since it’s been super stressful this past two months) and so I don’t have enough energy to do all the dailies nor story progression. ;v;

(Plus whenever I play SoC for at least an hour my phone start heating up)

Sure I’m still am drawing somewhat consistently (I try and get something somewhat presentable once a week, but that’s due to art inspiration hitting super hard that I gotta draw it out)

But that’s usually during my weekends. So I’m not drawing everyday like I’m doing with these mobile games. Ya feel me? •3•;

I hope that explains things! TwT/

[felikatze]

Bröther, the fuck is an isat and where do I get it. I am intrigued™

IN STARS AND TIME THE HIT INDIE GAME OUT NOW FOR PC ON STEAM AND ITCH.IO AS WELL AS PLAYSTATION AND NINTENDO SWITCH

you play as a funky lil fella names siffrin (the guy in the wizard hat) and they and their friends gotta defeat the king to save the country!! he's been stopping everyone in time and it really sucks of him.

except it goes wrong. and sif dies. and sif wakes up. and now he gets to fix all of his mistakes!!! isn't that epic!!

the main cast is INCREDIBLY charming i love them (i was already a big fan of the standalone demo game so i'm biased) BUT isat itself also writes them so good and aurgh i wanna hug all of them.

the game is BIG on character interaction and writing. a lot of times your rewards for a puzzle is seeing the main characters goof off and i love it!! every time!!!

the game also has a literal rock-paper-scissors battle system which while simple is a lot of fun actually? it works. not the best thing ever but it's fun enough and doesn't drag the experience down

the switch version of the game does stutter a bit whenever battles start but i got used to it

go watch the trailer to see how great the artstyle is also. i LOVE siffrin (again, the demo "start again start again start again: a prologue" was also marvelous [and that game is on sale for less than 3 bucks on steam rn]) and they're so.. aurgh. squeezes them like a stressball. he's literally perfect for this game. i mean. i already wrote abt it.

the core gameplay loop is, pardon the pun, the timeloop. you gotta explore and explore again and find the little tidbits to make it work and progress. talk to the right people, get the right items - it sounds overwhelming, but isnt very, since the game hands you plenty of tools to make it easier, and the explorable area is small enough to not be daunting. if you forget something, don't feel bad - siffrin also didn't remember.

i just hit act 3 which is when the meat of the plot begins but it took me uhhh sixteen hours to get there which may be bcuz i read the sleepover scene like 10 times bcuz it's cute.

if you love explorin and puzzles and cute fleshed out naturalistic characters and great worldbuilding and fun art and gay people (wow!!!!) this is the game for you

if you hate repetition and digging for scraps of change then this is not the game for you. but i love digging. so this is perfect for me, actually