#but the point is the voice actors they have

[patricia-taxxon]

I want to set the record straight regarding a certain OST for a short film that should be coming out later this year, because one of its directors is making false and hurtful claims about me and my business ethic. After he made a prominent appearance on a drama stream about me & wrote a section of my callout doc, I told him that I wasn't interested in dragging him publicly, but that has felt more impossible as time goes on and I realize the extent of his misrepresentation. I had a vision of this film being able to release quietly in spite of everything, but I don't think that can happen, and I fully expect him to try and hurt my chances at further work.

In 2023, between techdogs 4 and 5, I worked on music for a then good friend's student film. It is by far the most technically difficult job I've ever had, and I did it for free. Now, before you get mad, this is partially (mostly) my fault. I never negotiated a price beforehand, and when I found out partway through that I was working for free, I let it slide for fear of being disruptive. If I was asked to quote a price today, it would have been approximately 900 USD. The work was a hellish and grueling experience, technical in ways I'd never been prepared for, and I sorely regret not putting my foot down, because I was hollowed out by the end of it.

A big portion of his callout against me is concerned with, bafflingly, my decision not to contribute my own money to the film, which at that point would have been a negative paycheck. I didn't pay the thirty dollars that I would've had to pitch in for the film to be screened, and I considered that a fine payment for the nine hundred dollars of work they got from me. He goes on to write that I'm rich anyways, I pay hundreds of dollars on album art (business expenses that I know I'll make back when the music is released) and "furry porn," because apparently if I am occasionally willing to drop a pretty penny on a pleasure purchase then I should simply be compelled to pay them randomly for things I hold no stake in and that I signed no contract for. He also mentions that I paid them later for the DCP file at another screening, of course by that point I had gotten the vibe that they were wanting for me to drop money on their project, so I did, giving the post-hoc justification that "i guess in this case I also care about the film sounding good." He writes "well I guess that was something she deemed worthy" without realizing the implication would then be that he did not see my own work as worthy.

Let me make this clear, this is like if a voice actor worked on my video game for free as a favor with no expectations of royalties, and then I asked them to help me pay to get the game on steam. This is presented along reheated second, third, fourthhand accounts of sexual misconduct.

And before we move on, to the claim that one album artist had to wait for years before receiving payment, this is true. I did forget to pay one artist, and only found out after their assistant contacted me years later, where I then paid six times the asking price as a late fee. I was commissioning over ten album arts every year, and as of now, this is the only time I have made this mistake.

It is impossible for me to refute his claims about the personal time we spent together in Omaha, as it would just be my word against his. I will just say that he should know the omitted reasons that I have grown to feel I was disposed, discarded, and taken for granted by him, and how he has nothing to do with why I hold those memories at that film festival so highly. He also does the classic thing where he positions allowing me to pick the movie in the evening as this favor he did, making me unknowingly rack up debt for a bargain I never consented to.

During all this, he has expressed an existential fear of being harassed for going public about me, and for this reason I want to say that I still hope that this film can be released without a fuss, but his continued participation in a harassment campaign against me has done far more to tarnish his reputation than I ever could. If you really cared about your image, pressure Crim to re-record that drama stream without your embarrassing petty grievances in it & delete your testimony from the callout doc. Thanks.

[clicksonawhim]

Seeing as both @wereah and I grew up in the era of 'girl games', specifically Barbie games. We both have a sneaking suspicion that the voice actors were told Nikki was a dress up game without giving them the demographics and so you get some really interesting, overly dramatic (and as Were-Ah points out very, very well articulated) voice acting. The well articulation is important because it may suggest some voice actors thought this was for a younger demographic than it actually was.

Also, there's a non-zero chance the voice actors never got to see the character they're voicing until after it was done (if they saw it at all, which gave us the fascinating contrast with the fae wish sprite captain).

And to be fair, there is a very fine line at times between what is going on in the Nikki games and the Barbie games/movies if you don't have context for the lines you're reading.

I really wonder what's it being like being a voice actor in Infinity Nikki. Like, you recite the most dramatic lines about wishes, light and darkness and desperation and then look at the character they're for and it's a tiny squishy blue floating fairy thingy or a living flying piece of scrap fabric

[threeacttragedy]

Entry 19: The One Where I Perform Mis-Directed as a Three Act Comedy, Act III

“Firstly, happy birthday. It’s tomorrow, isn’t it?”

Hint: Mis-Directed was released on February 4.

"’I’m making some changes,’ Hattie sipped from the glass. ‘And I’ve updated my skincare routine.’"

"‘Is that actor-code for hooking up with my costar,’ [Hattie’s] sister asked with great interest."

"And Hattie swallowed her drink, wincing as it burned down her throat. Looks like a liquified Barbie Dream House, tastes like one hundred proof vodka."

“’He’s the absolute bane of my existence,’ Hattie said.”

“’And I’ll stake my entire and beloved earring collection.’"

"Dee’s eyes went covetously to today’s selection. A miniature Victorian inkpot and quill.”

“’The entire family’s been reading the tabloids, have they?’"

"‘Reading, discussing, dissecting in a private WhatsApp chat.’”

“They’d touched each other before under the heat of cameras and watching eyes, but this was different. It was them and them alone. It was for them alone.”

“They watched where he entered her, where she enclosed him.”

“’I’ll never be a person who courts tabloid speculation about my private life,’ [Hattie] said at last. ‘But I understand the role that the press plays in this industry and the present attention is likely to be short-lived.’”

“’That might be true,’ he said in a slightly unreadable tone. ‘But it doesn’t necessarily make it easier to deal with in the moment.’ A point she couldn’t argue, especially since they’d remain hot headline property for quite some time yet, if their names were linked. The Victor and Iris affair hadn’t even hit screens yet. They were doing their first joint promo on Monday, at which point the speculation would fire up considerably.”

“’And when did you know it was more than a friendship you felt for Mr. Rafe?’"

"Despite everything, Hattie couldn’t repress the bubble of humor. ‘I don’t recall ever being friends with Mr. Rafe,’ she said, her gaze switching to her other side. Anthony was watching her with utter blandness in his expression and an emotion in his eyes sent all the butterflies in her stomach spiraling. ‘I don’t know if you’ve noticed but he’s infamously insufferable.’”

“But at last, the show’s PR manager stepped in and brought the prying to an end.”

“’I love you.’ They were Iris’s [played by Hattie] words but the slight crack in her voice wasn’t scripted nor was what she saw in Anthony’s eyes. Their fingers tightened on each other as he leaned forward, and his lips touched hers and the ground dropped from under them.”

“’Do I,’ her voice cracked again, ‘have your heart?’"

"‘Do you,’ his body was incredibly tense, ‘love me?’"

"Her eyes burning with sudden tears. She couldn’t speak. She simply nodded as he said with a thick rasp and as little composure as she’d ever seen from him, ‘For a long time now.’”

“Anthony also looked to the nosy reporter before his gaze returned to hers. She read the question in his eyes."

"‘I don’t care,’ she said and realized it was true, with no longer even the slightest twinge of anxiety or reservation. This was the right person. The right time. And she was ready for all of it and it was worth everything and anything. ‘It doesn’t matter anymore. This means so much more.’"

"A last tear slipped free."

"‘This is everything. That’s just background noise.’"

"His arms tightened.”

P.S. “She just wouldn’t touch the fan fic or the fan art of Leicester Square with a ten-foot pole. The idea of people writing sex scenes while picturing her face or sketching not safe for work drawings in her image was unsettling at best.”

[fangdokja]

Your most devoted fan writes smut better than published authors.

♡ Book. Whispers in the Dark (WITD): Subtle Devotion, Lingering Shadows.

♡ Word Count. 882

♡ Yandere! Fanboy who, for all intents and purposes, is a perfectly respectable and terrifying CEO. A man whose mere presence turns lesser businessmen into stammering fools, whose icy logic and ruthless decision-making have built an empire that rivals your own. A man whose word is law.

♡ Yandere! Fanboy who, unbeknownst to the world, has been your fan since before he even had money. Who spent his young adult years on obscure forums dissecting your every role with an autistic level of scrutiny. Who still, to this day, maintains multiple burner accounts solely to defend your acting prowess against braindead takes on social media.

♡ Yandere! Fanboy who, in a moment of uncharacteristic impulse, wrote a fanfiction about you. A smut fanfiction. Not just any smut fanfiction. The single most well-written, emotionally devastating, and graphically detailed piece of literary pornography to ever grace the internet.

And now they’re reading it.

♡ Yandere! Producer who is too old, too tired, and too responsible for this shit. Who has spent years molding you into the perfect actor, watching you cycle through persona after persona while maintaining the same dead-inside look when the cameras are off. Who knows you better than anyone else.

♡ Yandere! Producer who was handed a link to the fic during a shareholder meeting by some snickering assistant who clearly didn’t expect him to open it immediately.

♡ Yandere! Producer who has now read five paragraphs of shockingly poetic filth detailing the slow, agonizing corruption of your character in disturbingly accurate prose.

Who sits there. Still. Silent. Unblinking. Processing.

♡ Yandere! Producer who takes exactly 30 seconds to close the tab before slamming his laptop shut with enough force to rattle the table.

“I need everyone in this room to shut the fuck up.”

The boardroom, previously murmuring, falls into an immediate and terrified silence.

♡ Yandere! Producer who turns his head ever so slightly toward his assistant.

“Where the fuck did you get that.”

♡ Yandere! Rival who was only supposed to be doomscrolling when he found it.

Who clicks on the link out of pure curiosity, fully expecting some unhinged nonsense about you. He’s read fanfiction before—usually the type that makes him laugh. But this? This is a masterpiece.

♡ Yandere! Rival who starts skimming at first, but then actually starts reading, and then suddenly he’s two chapters deep and gripping his phone like it personally insulted his mother.

Who realizes with slow, dawning horror that whoever wrote this knows you.

Knows how you move. How you breathe. How you hesitate and second-guess, how you arch into phantom touches like it’s instinct, how your voice might catch when someone whispers filth into your ear.

♡ Yandere! Rival who knows you but suddenly realizes—maybe not as well as he thought.

Who slams his phone down, stares at the wall for a full minute, then picks his phone back up because he’s already at the good part and at this point, he’s committed.

♡ Yandere! Hater who absolutely did not read it on purpose.

Who got sent the link by some dipshit in his DMs and thought it was going to be another one of those hilariously bad fics where you’re written like a brainless twink with the emotional range of a spoon.

♡ Yandere! Hater who clicked the link expecting garbage but instead got hit with the most well-written, visceral, and disgusting smut he has ever had the displeasure of reading.

Who hates that it’s good.

Who hates that every detail is so painstakingly accurate that he’s actually rereading sentences just to process how well the author captured the way your hands shake when you’re suppressing emotion, the way your eyes flicker in that split-second of weakness before you lock it all down.

Who hates that he has to stop halfway through to get a drink because he’s actually heated over the fact that some random nobody on the internet understands you this well.

Who is sitting on his bed, beer in one hand, phone in the other, furious as he keeps reading because, at this point, he’s in too deep.

Who, upon finishing, just throws his phone across the room.

“What the fuck.”

Meanwhile, somewhere in his high-rise office, ♡ Yandere! Fanboy is sipping his morning coffee, watching the AO3 comment section flood with new messages.

He sees the new kudos, the bookmarks, the whispers of awe in the tags.

And he smiles.

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[arcaneconfessions]

Mel fans are now harassing Reed for posing with a jayvik sign and tweeting jayvik canon as a joke. It gets to a point where it’s just pathetic. Your ship is canon why are you not enjoying it and instead getting angry over a noncanon ship that will never happen? I looked through their profiles and I barely saw them discussing Mel’s character or meljayce. What I saw is them getting into fights and attacking other people who don’t even mention Mel in their posts. A lot of them seem to be terfs or radfems as well which honestly explains everything. At the very least they use similar language to them.

The same people also attacked him when he said ekko displays similar characteristics to Jesus, calling him blasphemous and all kinds of things. They also harassed him for speaking about how cait showed remorse. I feel so bad for him bc I feel like he has gotten the most hate out of any voice actor in the show for no reason. He’s cringe at most, why are y’all calling him slurs?? Not just Mel fans, he’s also been harassed by cait and caitvi fans too for that kkkiramman joke. They were especially disgusting, calling him all kinds of racial slurs.

The people in this fandom need to take a step back and realize that it is not okay to harass real people over fictional characters. You don’t have to connect the events of the show to the real world. Idk maybe you feel helpless and aren’t contributing to any positive change in society so you feel like you need to make fandom your place for activism but most people don’t consume fiction like that.

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[wanderingwolfwitcher]

Eskel remained where he was topside for the time being, looking through the rain and towards the steadily vanishing Skellige Islands, much smaller in appearance by now. He kept his heightened senses pealed for any signs of sea monsters... even unrelated to their reasons for being here, they were liable to encounter some. Possibly even influenced by the Leviathan or the Great Old One beneath Darkwater Island. He wouldn't put anything as being outside of its ability. There was still the possibility, likelihood, of the involvement of the Deep Ones. As they sailed, it wasn't long before the crew began to sing old, bawdy nautical and whaling tunes as they worked, the Witcher's marred visage smirking at the lyrics and humming along to himself. His instincts told him the crew wasn't likely part of the cult... but he wasn't about to write them off, as yet. He'd survived his share of nasty surprises as it were. Never underestimated anybody. The world was full of capable actors. At some point in the voyage, his medallion hummed... and he believed it came from the book she had taken earlier, opening it. Soon after, he sensed her joining him up on the deck, smelling her perfume over the salty sea air, his viper eyes looking back to find the rain soaked, crimson haired, pale Sorceress drawing near. The evident troubled look on her face she was trying and failing to disguise as she moved to his side and joined him at the railing. His deep, calm voice spoke up to her again at last, starting to assess her state... the likely cause he had been suspecting.

"Nautical tunes keeping you awake, red? The rain and waves? Or the voices of the Great Old Ones? You might not want to talk about it, but you don't have to. I am something of an occult detective. Can piece clues together. I warned you about exposing yourself too much to that book. Or any artifacts and creations of cosmic abominations, imbued with their dark power. Much less even speaking the R'lyehian language aloud. Trust me, as a Witcher I'm more curious about all those things than you ever were... the knowledge of the universe and its entities, the power in them... but you have to know when to walk away from them, before it's too late. That's the key to beating them. Deny them a hold upon you."

The Witcher at last turned his viper eyes from her and out towards the sea, towards the thickening, ominous mist rising in the distance, darkness of night almost fully upon them, the clouds obscuring the stars. They couldn't yet make out Darkwater Island anywhere... but there would be time enough for that yet. He only hoped they didn't get impeded by any Krakens or Sea Dragons... there could be no further delays to reaching Darkwater Island and the lost city of R'lyeh... the cult had enough of a head start as it were. Unless they were specifically waiting for him and Sabrina... given all the work she had been doing with the book they were now in possession of. Perhaps she was part of this, now. Either way, it was evident by now how much trouble awaited them on the island. He would have to keep an eye on her no less than he was everyone else... lest the Great Old Ones influence prove their undoing. Already he knew this was liable to be a case to put the others of his long life to shame... certainly in terms of scale and danger... the entire world and perhaps beyond at risk, here. He'd almost welcome the Second Conjunction of the Spheres by comparison, at least with that they would stand a chance when it came to pass. With that in mind, he went on as before, low tone serious yet placid. Making her aware of the gravity of the situation they were in. Settling a hand on top of hers on the railing, gripping it tightly, knowing she felt the magic emanating from his touch.

"A little at a time, the more of their knowledge you consume, the more of it you desire, and the more sanity is stolen from you. You become susceptible to their influence and corruption. End up a husk with an appetite and a shadow of your former self. A slave of their will, like these cultists. The closer we are to their so called God, the more at risk you are. You've always been too smart for your own good... and it's time you learned the difference between intelligence and wisdom. The Necronomicon must be destroyed. There are others like it out there, but you have bonded to this one. Even now it beckons to you from afar... as its slumbering master does. In your dreams and waking hours alike. The High Priest of the Great Old Ones. The call of Cthulhu reaches out to you."

@fallesto

The bed was surprisingly comfortable, with plush pillows and a thick wool blanket that smelled faintly of the sea. She sank into it gratefully, feeling the tension in her muscles slowly melt away. For a moment, she allowed herself to just breathe, listening to the rhythm of the rain and the rocking of the ship. It had been days since she'd slept in anything but a hard, cold dirt, and this felt like a small piece of heaven. But she couldn't indulge for long. With a groan, she pushed herself into a sitting position and pulled out the book from her bag. The leather was damp, the pages sticking together slightly, but the inked words remained clear. She flipped through them, her eyes searching for a hint, a clue, anything that might help them destroy the book she lost without unleashing the chaos it contained. Her eyes widened as she found a page with an incantation scribbled in the margins, written in a language she knew, but doubted others knew. It was like nothing anyone had studied, ancient and powerful and she had kept a separate book of research.

Her heart racing, she leaned closer, whispering the words aloud. They tasted foreign on her tongue, but she felt a strange resonance within her, as if the very air around her was vibrating in response. 

“I’ll make them pay.”

The pain in her head grew more intense, but she gritted her teeth and continued, knowing she was onto something vital. The words grew louder in her mind, drowning out the sounds of the storm outside. It was as if the book itself was urging her on, whispering the incantation to her soul. As she quickly snapped it closed, and put it away, she could feel it all around her then, the power, the magic, the curses, the spells, it was all here, this ship then, the crew, are not what they seem to be.

She took a deep breath, got herself up off the bed, and walked across the cabin floor. After moving to the door, she opened it and stepped outside into the darkness. She was hit by the smell of the sea—salt and the stench of rotten wood. As she scanned her surroundings, the ship's crew loomed in the back of her mind. Having read her copy of the book and reviewed her research notes, she considered that these people were not truly human; they were either cultists or something else pretending to be human. Perhaps they were under some powerful magic or curse—she wasn't entirely sure.

However, she understood she had walked into the lion's den by getting on this ship.

She glanced around, searching for him. She found him leaning over the edge, staring down at the crashing waves. She didn’t need to say anything; he would know anyway. He was one of the best at what he did, and he understood the danger posed by the people around her. They might not even make it to their destination before something awful happened. If that were the case, they would have to find a way to fight, as they always did.

Her head still hurt, and memories of her past flooded back—horrible mistakes she had made long ago. The book she had found years ago only amplified her regrets. Now, those mistakes were in the hands of someone else, someone cold, and they were about to unleash something terrible. The crew around her were not human, and she knew he realized that as well; it was just a matter of figuring out how they would deal with them.

[pupslimes]

how easy you are to need part 1

so. inspiration struck. blame haz for how long this is he infected me with the making stories a million pages bug. thank you to like all 5 of the people who read this before i posted it. anyways id like to present what i think is tumblrs first grizz x reader. definitely its first biz x grizz x reader because ive been scouring for that shit. love you guys!

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It was a good session again. Of course, anything Nate DM’ed was going to be great, but every session felt better than the last. You hadn’t expected to become a recurring character on Riptide when Nate had invited you to join at an open audition you met at, but you were more than excited to be. You didn’t expect all your nervous ramblings to end up taking you anywhere past an Instagram follow at best. But after you hopped down from the stage, Nate had booked it over. “I don’t even care if either of us get the part anymore,” he tripped over his feet and his words as he skidded to a halt in front of you, as if desperate to reach you. “Do you play DND?” At your excited nod, he had launched into an explanation of his podcast, particularly the campaign he ran, and you’d jumped at the chance, excited to maybe grow your own audience. And it had grown, but so had your friend group. By so many now, well beyond the five who you met when you started guest appearing. You’d even made your way into a few of Charlie’s videos at this point. A few speculations had swirled around about if you were dating anyone you were appearing with, but you’d solidly put those rumors to bed on your first stream post guest appearance. Your regular chat new you were an aspiring voice actor, and several of them were apparently also JRWI fans, cheering for you when they’d heard you’d met Grizzly. You were probably going to have to start seeking mods at this point, with the few people who just couldn’t seem to let your relationship status go, or thought they had the right to be assholes now that you’d gained a little notority with the boys and Milo. Jealous freaks.

You had poured a lot of yourself into your DND character, and it showed. He was incredibly flirty, just like you were in real life. It was what had helped you build your brand, a sharp sense of humor and an almost strange openness to your chat hitting on you. Not many guy streamers responded like you do to your chat, so you saw a small flood of watchers when you started. After you were outed, the viewership might have gone down, but you hardly noticed after the queer community had started pouring into the chat, their support becoming your mainstay in the community. You’d branched out from gaming, now running practice lines or even cooking streams with your close community of followers. You were nowhere near quitting your day job, but you loved your audience for their kindness, not the money. Of course some of the new people had also seen Just Roll With It, and had guessed when you mentioned you’d be guest starring on a show soon, and described your character in great detail. You’d kept quiet about confirming it outright, however, and enjoyed the excited messages from those who were proven right when the episode dropped. The chat demanded a watch party, but you cringed at the idea of watching yourself for an entire episode, especially with the knowledge that you were around for several.

Of course you’d stayed for several. Any time everyone gathered in LA, the boys filmed as many episodes as possible. There was a huge popularity in the in person episodes compared to the rest of them, and it was obvious to you why after sitting in on a few. The energy between the five was abundant, everyone practically bouncing off the walls both on and off camera. You had to toss back a few energy drinks to keep up with the rest of them, especially Charlie, who seemed like a boundless ball of energy, bouncing around at lightspeed and chatting your ear off. Your only solace was Milo, who seemed to also hang back just a little bit, except when it came to Zach. You were immediately taken under her wing, as another Riptide newbie, and she demanded you sit with her all day, claiming you needed to team up against the rest of the group. You giggled, and everyone else laughed with you, especially after you cracked a joke in response. The tension rolled off your shoulders after that, and you found yourself able to settle in more easily. You made a mental note to thank her later, which you did, profusely, but she just waved it off with a light shove to your shoulder.

Of course, being in an enclosed basement with five other people, in incredibly close quarters, meant you noticed things better. Meant you noticed a lot of things better, actually. For instance, you noticed the way that Nate constantly fiddled with his hair, pushing and shoving it around his forehead, tossing their head slightly to keep it away from their eyes. Their hands were never still either, twisting at any prop he could get his hands on, or on any jewelry he was wearing. Those were definitely the reasons you spent so much time staring at their hands and face. That and the fact that he was the DM. That was it, absolutely no other reason. And your cheeks were flushed from the heat in there! No matter that Zach had, as usual, set the AC to 69 degrees, six bodies in a room together was bound to generate a lot of heat. 

Speaking of Zach… well. From the beginning, you couldnt help but notice him after the two of you were introduced. His hair fell around his face very nicely, and his stubble looked like it would be almost soft to the touch. You were looking because you were envious, obviously! Getting on T had changed your hair pattern, and it kept a slight wave to it now. You had no idea what to do with it, but Zach obviously did. You’d have to ask him for his hair routine later, even though you assumed it was probably just three in one or something. Ugh. Cis men were so lucky, and they had no idea. The beard was also a source of envy for you. Yours grew in patchy and scraggly, the texture making you bristle when you touched it, so you kept your cheeks, chin, and neck absent of any hair. Sure it contributed to you not passing as well, but after getting top surgery, you really couldnt bring yourself to care. Everyone in the room made it a point to respect your pronouns, and your stomach only twisted when Zach called you man or dude because it gave you euphoria! Absolutely no other reason…

Safe to say, you were probably fucked.

So what if every time you made eye contact with one of them your cheeks flushed a little darker? It wasn’t visible on camera (yes, you did check, and no, it wasn’t weird that you asked to see the footage. Image as a streamer was important, okay?), and none of them commented on it, so you did your best not to draw attention to it either. You only laughed a little too loud at a joke once or twice, and it could totally be played off as nerves about the game. It was fine! Everything was going to be fine! You carefully kept watch on both Zach and Nate the first day, noting the glances they exchanged, but it never seemed to be anything past about the campaign itself.

You were able to relax more on the second day you trampled down the basement stairs, already buzzed on an extra large coffee from the shop up the street from Charlie’s place. You’d hit up the gas station as well, picking up snacks for the group along with your energy drinks you had found yourself craving yesterday. As you tossed a bag of Donettes on the table, Zach’s hand shot out to snatch them. “Bro! These are my favorite! How did you know?” He tore into the bag.

“Dude! It’s day two! Do you already have no fucking sense of decorum left?” Milo ribbed.

Zach lobbed a doughnut at her, which she caught on instinct, before lamenting her now powder covered fingers. Zach just snorted. “Serves you right,” He looked over to you, sticking a thumb out towards Milo and jamming it towards her. “Women, am I right?” You cackled, elbows dropping to the table to hold your head in your hands as you laughed with him.

“Lord forbid women do anything!” Milo called. “You’re officially uninvited from sitting next to me today, by the way. Hang out with your traitorous boy friends or whatever,”

“Fine! Maybe I will!” you chuckled. “Girls have cooties anyways!”

Zach slipped an arm around your waist, smiling triumphantly as he pulled you towards him. Your yelp came from nothing except surprise, thank you very much, and your glance to Nate was only to make sure that they weren’t waiting to get started, thank you very, very much. Nate’s gaze was trained on you, but he seemed a little spaced out, so your stomach settled quickly. Removing Zach’s hand from your hip gently, you scolded him.

“Hands off, unless you want me in your lap, Biz,” you joked, attempting to ease the tension slightly.

“Maybe I do,” he purred, jokingly. Jokingly, right? Obviously. Whatever. So what your heart caught in your throat?

You shook your head, face reddening slightly. “Gross dude, I’m not fucking gay,”

The rest of the room burst out laughing with you two this time, and you shoved him away from you as you crashed down into the chair next to him. You all settled down pretty quickly at Nate’s urges, and you jumped into session after session, poking a little more fun at Milo today than you had yesterday. The rest of them were treated with even more fervor, just like your other interactions with them. Eventually, after a few Riptide sessions, full of screaming, bullying, and threats, you all cut the cameras and broke for lunch, ordering a practical buffet from the Asian place down the street. It was dead silent for the first several minutes after the food had been divvied out, everyone ravenous after all the effort from the morning. Eventually, Nate broke the silence, turning to you. “Hey,”

“Yeah, Grizz?”

“You know you can call us all our names right? Like, off camera? I know it’s weird to use two names but. We like using names outside of session,” he smiled at you gently.

Your cheeks darkened immediately. “Ah! Um… well. If anyone is going to be good at using two names for people, it’ll be me,” A general chuckle from around the table. “I just wasn’t sure we were friends like that quite yet,”

Nate piqued an eyebrow at you. “What is that supposed to mean? You’re in the inner circle at this point! Once you’re in a Charlie video, you’re in!”

“Even if you’re only there virtually? Among Us doesn’t usually indicate the highest level of friendship,”

A snort from Charlie. “Well, yeah I guess, but you’ve joined the slompound officially, dude,”

A grin split your face. “Okay! Thanks, Sli- Charlie,” 

He smiled back at you. Nate pouts. “Hey! I’m the one who brought it up!” 

You turned back to them. “Of course, how could I forget? Thank you, Nate,” You must have imagined the color that dusted high on his cheeks when you said his name.

When you all made it back down to the basement, you decided to push your luck a little. “Miloooooo,” you whined. She turned to you, and so did Zach and Nate, Charlie and Eric continuing to swap out props for Judgement sessions. “If I apologize for earlier can I sit next to you again? Zach smells,”

Her face perked with a laugh, but before she could get any words out, Zach wss on top of you. “Hey!” He smacked at you gently a few times. “Fucking rude bitch,” You stuck your tongue out at him, and he smirked, before grabbing for it, his thumb grazing it before you could slip it back in your mouth. You reacted a second too late, pretending to be disgusted at the taste of his skin, sputtering and spitting, before retreating towards Milo. 

She looked at you with false pity in her eyes. “Oh you poor thing, of course you can sit with me!” She fliped off Zach, and you joined her. He flipped you off back.

Condi’s voice boomed out in the room. “Ooooooookay, you guys. Let’s cool off now, yeah?” The fingers all turned to him. “Hey!”

After several sessions of Judgement, you all stumbled, bleary eyed, up the basement stairs, slamming bodies down onto the couches forming the pit in Charlie’s living room. Charlie groaned, turning his head to the side. 

“Half an hour of rotting, and then dessert and a movie?” More groans, ascension from the others and yourself filled the room. You closed your eyes, letting the shapes behind them spin and lull you into a stupor. 

Before you knew it, someone was shaking you awake. You blinked heavily, hands reaching out to tangle in a shirt, and a small grunt was let into your ear, breath brushing your face. “Come on, man,” a gravelly voice nearly cooed down at you. Your eyes opened wider. Oh, shit. That would be Zach above you, and his shirt you had your hands tangled in. You released it quickly, pressing yourself back down into the couch. 

“Sorry, bro!”

He smirked, shaking his head. “Nothing to apologize for. You’re cute when you’re sleepy or whatever,” he winked at you.

Despite knowing it was a joke, your breath caught in your throat a little. “And you’re a sight to wake up to,” You shot back. He grinned.

“Come on, argue with me for ice cream,” he referenced your favorite dessert, warming your heart that he remembered it.

In the end, you got ice cream. Nate also immediately glued themself to your side when you walked in with Zach, and became your ally in the dessert argument. His weird tension towards Bizly relaxed after he advocated for ice cream as well, and you couldn’t help but wonder at what was happening between the two of them. You didn’t have enough brain power left that night to really bring yourself to decode it, so you let it go. After the movie, everyone unanimously agreed to crash as fast as possible, and you barely even made it to your room before you passed out. 

That was how you found yourself now, on your third day with the group. You squint against the sun, streaming through the blinds you hadn’t closed last night. You consider going back to sleep for another hour or so, but the disgusting taste in your mouth eventually forces you up. You had definitely forgotten to brush your teeth last night. As you scrubbed at your teeth with a heavy hand, you woke up slightly more, checking the time on your phone. 11:30. You were grateful you only had the one session to film today, and then you’d have time to just hang out with everyone. They’d even agreed to stream with you later, insisting you all play Jackbox together. You spat into the sink. Gross. Orange. Rinsing out your mouth and splashing your face, you ponder on who else could be up. You decide to sneak into the kitchen and see who’s around. Padding in on gentle feet, you can smell coffee brewing. You peek around the corner, and long silvery hair catches your eye. 

“Hey, Nate,” your voice is always a little gravelly in the mornings, catching in the back of your throat until you’ve really woken all the way up.

He startles a little at your call, head snapping over his shoulder before he relaxes. “Oh, hey! Sorry, voice I’m not used to hearing in the morning. You sound like you smoke a pack a day or something,”

You chuckle, hand rubbing the back of your neck. “Is it at least hot?”

His cheeks flush a little, but he grins. “Very,”

You hum in appreciation, sliding over in your sock feet to the coffee pot. “Almost ready?”

They nod. “Started it about 5 minutes ago. Sorry if the noise woke you up,”

Unable to fully communicate, you shake your head and reach for him, dragging him into a hug to show your feelings instead. He lets out a slight noise of surprise, before reaching to hug you back. Arms tangle over your waist, and his head drops to your shoulder, where it fits perfectly due to your height difference. You hum lightly, gripping him a little tighter, before drifting away mentally just a little, drinking in the warmth and softness of his support beneath your head, clad in a comfy red sweatshirt. He smells like some kind of plant life and petrichor. You inhale more deeply, trying to catch what kind of plant it is, but the long breaths and comforting position go straight to your still hazy brain, and you find yourself relaxing into them further. Nate never protests, his head shifting further into the crook of your shoulder ,a gentle sigh escaping him.

When the coffee timer goes off, beeping a singular time, both of you tense slightly. You realize just how long you’ve been wrapped in each other, and you step away slightly. “Sorry,”

His face is almost the same color as his hoodie. “Don’t be,”

Before you can say anything else, a voice sounds from the hallway. “Do I hear coffee?” Eric strolls into the room. “Thank you guys so fucking much, holy shit. I alwways feel hungover after big session days. I’m not sure how we ever recorded The Suckening all at once,”

“I’m assuming a lot of caffeine,” you huff, and Nate nods at your side, attempting nonchalance. 

“That and going crazy in the red room,”

You all giggle together, pouring and sipping at coffee, the other two feeding you stories of different campaigns, you drinking them in with glittering eyes. The others eventually make their way in, joining the three of you at the table. You don’t even notice that Nate’s leg has pressed against yours under the table until Zach pulls up the chair to your other side, squishing himself up to you. “You snore in your sleep,”

You smack at his wrist, skin to skin echoing in the room as your eyes widen. “Good morning to you, sunshine,”

He smirks. “I got up to piss in the middle of the night and heard it,”

“Fuck you,”

“If you insist,”

You stick your tongue out at him again. He raises an eyebrow before reaching to pinch it again. This time, you snap your teeth at his fingers. “Feisty boy,” he teases.

You roll your eyes. “Freak,”

He chuckles. “You’re the one who tried to bite me,” 

You huff. “I’m talking to Nate now. Goodbye,”

He pretends to pout as you turn yourself to Nate, leaning in further to him. “Hi, handsome,”

He swallows heavily before responding, but recovers fast, leaning into you as the conversations continue, Milo now yelling at Zach for being a bitch. Again. You giggle. Breakfast goes by quickly, and before you know it, you’re back in the basement. You stay attached to Nate this time, even after he pulls off his sweatshirt, and your skin is pressing directly to his. Everyone is crowded together more today. No one will notice.

After you finish the session, much more quickly this time, you peel yourself from him. “I’m going upstairs for another energy drink,” you declare. “I’ll need it to survive the day. I can come clean up later,” The rest of them wave you off, insisting you shouldn’t be cleaning after your first in person week, and you blow them a raspberry as you bounce upstairs. 

Reaching into the fridge, you pull out an ice cold can, relishing in the feeling against your heated hands. You crack open the can over the sink, and take a long pull from it. You close your eyes as you feel the caffeine start invading your bloodstream, and your thoughts wander back to the events from below.

Lost in thought about the session, and maybe about Nate and Zach, you don't notice anything until the sound of rustling perks your ears. you turn around at the noise. He's standing behind you, inches away, grinning. You stumble back a few steps. "Oh! Biz... ah, Zach...hi," The name still feels foreign in your mouth, not your gut reaction, but they’d all practically demanded you start calling them their names. As you move backward, not looking where you're going, you back into a wall...no... someone. someone warm, someone whose arms wrap around your waist as they press a kiss to the shoulder they were buried in only hours earlier. "Hey, sweetheart," Fuck.  "Hi, Nate,"

[vldunchartedregions]

Voltron Season 8 Meta - The Ground Work

Before we start our episode-by-episode deep dive & broader analysis of Voltron Season 8...

I wanted to address our main philosophy and themes we will be touching on our journey together.

Firstly, every frame, expression, shot, angle, storyboard, character placement, dialogue? It is all intentionally chosen to cater to the story. Animation is expensive and Dreamworks banked on this show being the success. It was greenlit for 78 episodes off the bat, sectioned into 3 parts (26 episodes each).

MM: Okay. So at that time did you know it was a 78-episode contract?

JDS: Yes.

LM: Yes we did. That was probably one of our biggest lies. You know, sadly. We try not to lie too much, but I’ll tell you, I’m gonna blow-blow the whole industry up right now: if an animated show tells you they don’t know if they have a second season, they probably know they have a second season.

Let's Voltron - Episode 175 - Transcript by Team Purple Lion

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Oh yes, Dreamworks & Netflix were banking on this project. Budget comes into play and the show would've had an overall budget set in stone for animation, voice actors, writers, background artists, the showrunners, directors, marketing, events, etc. the works.

Moving forward, we must keep this philosophy in mind - every decision reflected within an episode - the title, all frames, shots, character placements, and dialogue choices within an episode that we'll be dissecting always has the following:

Intentions - The What?

Motivation & Purpose - The Why?

In a great audiobook I listened to from Reggie Fils-Aimé, called Disrupting the Game (highly encourage you to listen to it if you're curious about his time as President of Nintendo), he goes through his career journey chapter-by-chapter, tells important stories that helped shape him into who he is, and then ends each chapter with "The Why."

Why am I saying this? ADHD, but I do also have a point; walk with me here.

We will be looking at each episode with the lens of dissecting the double meaning of the episode titles - including the what and the why; identifying the layers in each episode that reflect the title's original intention and purpose. Neil Kaplan explains this notion well with "Launch Date" in his interview with Afterbuzz TV (Season 8, Episode 1 & 2 Recap)

[Timestamped: 3:07] 2. We will be dissecting scenes with the notion of the "What & "Why?" - from character expressions, to placement, to how the edits in post-production that were requested disrupts all of the original intentions of the episode and/or shots.

3. We will be looking towards my secret source (apologies to you all, but I'm NOT revealing who it is - sit down with some popcorn instead and enjoy the ride) with the information they have provided + other sources of information we've uncovered or have been informed of, to make informed conclusions with evidentiary support. Every step we take will be an informed conclusion.

In short, everything has a purpose and we will be walking through all of this with some lovely nuggets of (alleged) truth to feed our conclusions from my sources.

We also must keep in mind: explanations, intentions, and motivations can change throughout this meta. Our conclusions now might not be the ones we decipher later on. Not everything we know may be the truth, and even if we are to assume that what I've been told is all facts (allegedly; for entertainment purposes only), some facts even from my source may shift our current knowledge into a new truth.

When I tell you we have been binge watching these episodes again, and again, and tearing them apart limb from limb with the information we have, we are not exaggerating. We keep uncovering more with each rewatch and my friends, it is fascinating.

With ALL of this in mind, let's dive into some of the broader themes of Season 8:

In the first half of Season 8, we are shown that the paladins have not always made the correct decisions in their time defending the universe. Their actions DO have consequences, and their decision making from the past bites them in the ass.

...Case in point. 2. In the second half of Season 8, we unlock a few new themes: Love, Rebellion, & Redemption.

We will also address the Macross Theory™ Love Triangle.

Religious themes that go much deeper into the show than we initially thought. Further influence from many mecha shows (oh yes, this includes Evangelion here, friends - get in the robot, Lance).

Please see a screenshot from a DM from my valuable source from New Year's Day:

I was going to censor this message a little... however, I think it's a bit more fun to give you a teaser for what's to come. It's probably not what you're expecting.

Again, I must implore to you all - these changes were asked for last minute, hence why Season 8 is such a hard watch to old fans and new:

It was DONE. COMPLETE. FINISHED.

BEFORE Season 7 dropped.

They were ready to take a grand ol' break before Season 8 was meant to drop. Walk the dogs, paint some walls, eat some food. Y'know, they were on holiday mode - ready to book flights, job well done team!!

There was an incredible story awaiting us that unfortunately ended up on the cutting-room floor. This was even mentioned by LM at the NYCC panel in 2018, but for this purpose, I'll use a quote from the Afterbuzz TV podcast - February 25th, 2019:

LM: It was–there’s a ton of stuff that just hit the-hit the, kinda, cutting room floor, storyboard-wise, just because we didn’t have the time and so we’re looking like, it’s a kids’ show technically still, even though we’re trying to make it more than that. You have a-a scene that’s basically an act long that’s just in a white floaty space with people talking about, like, you know–

JDS: Bigger emotional stuff-

LM: Yeah. And, uh, you know, letting that go any longer than that is just like, “You can’t do it!”

ABTV Voltron February 25 Season Review with Showrunners in Studio - Transcript by Team Purple Lion

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Now that's all addressed, I do want to lay some ground rules as we proceed through this meta. I'm going to sound like a broken record, but I want to make this clear to the fandom:

It was NEVER the crew, cast, or showrunners intention for Season 8 to pan out this way. They had an entirely different vision as to where the show was heading + they were probably confident it wouldn't be changed by the time they finished it. There was direct, last minute, executive intervention here. Do not hunt down all parties for this as it has been several years.

We implore you to approach this meta with empathy and kindness. How heartbreaking would it be to be the crew, let alone the showrunners, to be asked to amend and revise all of Season 8 after painstaking, hard work and having the season done already? With NO budget left? You can agree to disagree with me here, but this is how we will be approaching this meta. Be kind.

Your feelings are valid - abusive, unwarranted behaviours and opinions are not. We were not there and we don't know the full story and how it unfolded, no matter how much context and bits of information we were given. We DO have evidentiary support to fuel this meta and piece together a look at what may have been the original ending (allegedly; don't get me wrong) but I wanted to make this clear - no sending hate to anyone.

In light of all of this, let us begin with a teaser: I'll share one confirmation I had from my source...

Lotor was meant to be brought back to life from the rift.

Check out my Twitter page for any and all updates in regards to this insanely detailed meta; including teasers and screenshots! Please and thank you.

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Disclaimer: The one thing I humbly request is PLEASE... No hate towards the showrunners, cast, crew, or the official Voltron IP holders. There's a lot that has changed culturally and intrinsically within the industry over the years and this outcome was not something they could simply control. Let's be adults, look at this open conversation with empathy and love, and respectfully, let's indulge in this topic with grace - your feelings, however, are incredibly valid when it comes to this meta and what we uncover, as there's many alleged finds that may shock the fandom.

[emeraldcity1900]

no but the most ridiculous part about Grace Randolph saying that Shadow’s a sexual predator (besides, you know that she said that AT ALL) is that her reasoning for it not being appropriate for him to hang around Maria is because he’s voiced by an adult man never mind the fact that NONE of the voice actors match their characters ages. (And in tails case, gender. I don’t know I feel like Grace Randolph is the kind of person who’d have a problem with that). Never mind the fact that from what I’ve gathered, it’s kind of a tradition for Shadow to have a deeper voice. (Like he honestly sounds older in the games and dark beginnings, like he makes Keanu reeves’ shadow sound like he’s going through puberty. That’s not a diss on Kirk Thornton or Keanu reeves by the way they're both great I’m just trying to point out her dumbass logic)

[utilitycaster]

I do have to point out that while I agree with the premise (low-stakes self-guided messing around for coin and time to focus on personal story beats is crucial to building a strong and compelling party dynamic):

Campaign 2 had weird armies in the sewers in like episode 10 that was, ultimately, tied into a major part of the overarching plot; introducing the plot early wasn't the problem, it was the lack of doing anything else and doing this all under directed patronage.

I find the idea that Campaign 3 wasn't "real" dungeons and dragons to be dangerously fallacious - the post I made about someone claiming pre-taping was the problem is off of this specific reblog of my post. The problem wasn't that Campaign 3 did or didn't feel too much like a home game because the concept of "home game" literally just means "cameras aren't running". The problem is that it was not very good as a story. "It didn't feel like nerdy voice actors playing D&D" is the "didn't like C3" version of "but it's IMPROV" for people who did like C3, and I think we should shut it down just as much as any canny fan of C3 should be frantically trying to shut that down. D&D games with aimless plots and weak characters exist; this was one of them. It's not about some vague magic being gone; it was just poor planning that never got fixed.

The post you reposted about Veth and Caleb and the incredibly layered dynamic they had in comparison to Imogen and Laudna just left me feeling like all of the campaign 3 characters were relatively shallow compared to 1 and 2. To the point where a lot of the character bonding couldn't come from spontaneous conversations / disagreements / moments and had to instead be spurred by corporate bonding exercises.

god yeah...watching early C2 really is like. it feels like the character dynamics were already more interesting and complicated with two episodes over two days in-game than most of Bells Hells were over. the entire campaign. I know that sounds hyperbolic but it's just...the difference is notable (c1 also great but we as the audience come in midway through obviously). And again, for the most part I don't really blame the players, and Matt is not solely responsible! It's just...I don't think that lightning struck twice and CR isn't actually good, to be clear, but I think the weaknesses ALL hit this past campaign plus a lot of random factors (everyone making characters in C2 who were weird cagey intelligent low-charisma assholes who were extremely nosy vs everyone making weird but mostly high charisma incurious assholes in C3, for starters) led to. something that really was notably weaker throughout, and then had an ending that made it drastically worse.

[rizardofether]

Commander Race Chart

I want to do a big project of having at least one of each race + gender combo as Commander. I don't really know how to make it look good, especially with 3 whole M model asura Commanders.. It really stretched it out..

The plan is to bring back Cassandra and make her one of the Commanders as well as make each of the missing combos as well. I do have F model asura and sylvari, but none are fit for the Commander role so I have to make new ones for them.

Decided to also pick up a second M model charr Commander, as Rodnur is already in LWS4 and I'd like to start from the Personal Story on these guys, so I'm planning to play Wren up to LWS4 and then switch to Rodnur to play the rest.

Big project for next year likely. I still need to wait for character slots to go on sale so I can get the slots for these guys. I've wanted to experience the story with all the different voice actors before too, but this time I am actually making it happen, and making all the characters canon Commanders while I'm at it!

[suburbanrot]

just finished vengeance most fowl. it was so fun first and foremost but i don't think I'm the only one who saw it as a fairly heavy handed generative AI analogy - at least in part. there's helpful things AI can do, sure. but patting your dog, being 'creative' on your behalf and being your everyday reliance for things as simple and human as making tea aren't it.

[riddlerosehearts]

i'm honestly not really into gacha games, just twst and a3! act addict actors--the game i was referring to in my tags. but a3 has... so many cards for every character. if you want an example of just how many, take a look at this page for my favorite character--and then also take note of the fact the a3 wiki, for various reasons, isn't even fully up to date and doesn't actually have every card on it! and to be completely fair, a3 just had its eighth anniversary while twst is only about to have its 5th, but the difference is still massive.

a3 is no longer available outside of japan so i exclusively keep up with it through fan translations and such, but it keeps getting new cards all the time. events are much more frequent than in twst and regular scouts with themed cards that have nothing to do with any event are... well, a frequent thing, which twst doesn't even really have--there's the clubwear cards, but those drop so infrequently that i got into twst two whole years ago, and i believe the pop music club and basketball club (except for floyd, iirc) already had all their cards released back then. and yet two years later we still have to wait for the equestrian club, the board game club, and the film research club and i'm getting a little tired of waiting for them at this point tbh especially since my top 3 favorite characters are in those clubs 😭

getting cards based on things that happened in the main story isn't really something twst did until book 7 either, unless you count how ortho got a school uniform R card when he became an official student at the end of book 6! and even then we're only getting cards for a few characters and not for all of these other cool alternate outfits. halloween-exclusive characters and staff members getting cards is a pretty new thing as well. and twst just... doesn't even have big events all that often, really. a3 has so many events, each one with decently lengthy multi-chapter stories, that i have to keep a spreadsheet in order to track which ones i've read, and just looking at my spreadsheet i see that they usually have events every couple weeks or so and never really go a single month without one. in 2024, twst JP had: sam's new year sale in january, master chef with jack and vil from the end of jan to the start of february, the crowley magical assault practice thing from late feb to march 1st, the fourth anniversary event in march, tapis rouge in april, master chef with azul and ortho from late april to early may, the third tsum event from late may to mid june, magical assault practice with crewel from late june to early july, a unified exam event in august, nothing in september except reruns and birthday scouts, the lost in the book with nightmare before christmas event from october 1st to mid november, and then, like, a holiday gift campaign in december.

many of these are very small events with short stories or barely any story at all (master chef/culinary crucible events have almost nothing to them, especially if you don't get the cards and read the vignettes, and anniversary events are extremely short) and i'm honestly not really familiar with the magical practice assault events but as far as i know they don't have stories attached to them at all. each of these events do have at least one card for them, though! whereas unified exam events let you unlock voice lines from the staff members but they don't have event stories or cards. neither do the winter holiday gift campaigns. so yeah, twst just doesn't really get new cards or events all that often. i believe the character with the most cards is jamil, at 22 cards, but if you exclude the birthday cards that number goes down to 17.

i don't think twst should have nearly as many cards as a3, or whichever other game you came from, because twst has very high quality art that i'm sure they wouldn't be able to have if they were releasing so many cards all the time. but i do wish it had actual important events with decent-length stories a little more frequently, that it would occasionally just drop some cool cards without there having to be an event (like the clubwear cards, but, you know, more of them), that R cards had groovies so it wouldn't feel so disappointing if your fave is in an event as an R card, and also that every card had a vignette...

anyway the fact that we don't have a card where riddle looks like this is just... wrong. deeply upsetting. an affront to me personally. i only just found out this concept art existed 5 minutes ago but now i'll forever be dreaming of the power that he could have. how unbelievably hard he could slay.

[vaguely-concerned]

'my cousin is all stomach and no heart' is such a funny thing for illario to tell rook if he maybe is picking up on a little bit of a Vibe going on there. the 'LMAO. well good luck with that friend. better hotties than you have tried and failed and dashed themselves against the legendarily unamorous cliffs of my cousin's complete obliviousness and lack of interest to no avail. (optional 'may I suggest a more hah-hem *undoes another few buttons on his shirt that thing is open almost to his navel now it's borderline obscene* available dellamorte for your consideration. I mean if you're like in the market for one anyway' devious undertone as you see fit)' energy is off the charts.

(illario is above all a funny petty bitch and that's why I love him so indescribably. no no lucanis is right we need him around to drop shade like this he is in fact also an essential crow. we all contribute in our own ways)

[gelatinorifice]

For the past month, I have been working on and off on a fun little project. That project has been completed. I present to you:

Nyan Neko Yuri Girls

Thank you to my friend @/smore.ty on Instagram for voicing Hitoshi Chan and destroying their throat in the process! This wouldn’t be possible without them.

[ghostofsnails]

so did you guys know theres this character called tristan vik disventure camp and