#buying smth isnt enough

[slipery-bastard]

I have a weird ass subgenre love language where if i really like you guess what buddy youll be getting smth handmade from me

Or if your really special youll get a rock

[aria0fgold]

The more I look back in the past, the more I sound like a grandma ngl. Cuz yeah sure nowadays there are more advanced stuff, but times back then were a lil simpler.

Like, a certain magical moment of my childhood is coming out of school, seeing the many shops right outside that can get crowded during the afternoon. Each shop sells toys, candy, trinkets, and whatever thing a kid might like for something cheap that anyone can buy. It's like magical in a way cuz after such a stressful day at school, I get to pass by the shops, look at the stuff they're selling, and actually get to buy a thing or two without worrying about the price.

[phagodyke]

well I didn't talk abt what I specifically wanted to talk abt bc I could tell I was starting to get upset just being very vague and general and I mentally started doubting myself n defending against it n chickened out. but I'm grateful she listened to me vent a little anyway I do appreciate it ik she has plenty of better things to do w her time 🥹

[anaalnathrakhs]

i WILL show up to the trial day for the preparatory class tomorrow no matter how much i dont want to and after that i guarantee NOTHING

[nutelly]

this is CRAZY

[halfway-house-in-hell]

angel dust redesign🕷️

(click for better quality)

and since theyre the first sinner ive posted, they get a human design!

rambling under the cut

(if my handwriting in the second image is unreadable you can check the id)

-angel dust was a sinner that died in 1948. they were a member of a large mafia family and led a secret life as a drag queen

-they were born into the family, and were unable to leave bc. you know. life of crime

-much of their family looked down on them and mocked them bc of their feminine mannerisms

-they had a particularly bad relationship with their father, who saw them as a failure of a son

-so they turned to drag and underground queer clubs instead (angel dust was their drag name that they adopted full time after dying, anthony was their "real" name)

-they also turned to cocaine, often stealing from their family's stash

-their death happened because they were lousy hiding the tracks of their theft- the family got a tip off that angel had been stealing and that they were currently in an aforementioned queer club

-mafia family storms the queer club, angel comes out off their head on cocaine, their father finds then and shoots them in the chest before slamming their head against the wall repeatedly, killing them

-their and all of their family's (except their sister) demon forms are spiders, symbolising the web of lies they spun😎 because angel died in drag they also have a much more feminine demon form

-they enjoyed life in hell for a while, but soon enough other members of their family started dying and began looking for them. this caused them to flee to the nearest hiding space they had, a place called Valentino's that promised a safe haven against any threats

-as we know this promise is absolute bullshit

-angel signed the contract that allowed them entry to valentino's. they were panicked and signed it hastily, not looking at the fine print.

-they become trapped at valentino's, forced to be a prostitute

-until valentino himself visits and likes the look of angel, deciding that he wants angel for himself

-he takes on angel as a prostitute/porn star/stripper/whatever valentino wants them to be today, with valentino abusing them behind the scenes

-valentino lovebombs them often, buying them expensive gifts they are required to wear and feeding their drug habit

-despite being famous, most of the money angel makes goes straight into valentinos pocket. this is what leads them to finding charlie's hotel, as they do not have enough money to pay rent and the happy hotel offers free accommodation.

-angel's best friend is cherry bomb, an anarchist who wants nothing more than to free them- but she has no money, no connections and is banned from most places on sight due to her habit of blowing stuff up. when angel dust gets sad and mopey, she gets angry for them

-angel uses they/them, but hell isnt the most progressive place, so few demons use it for them. they dont really care though, they have bigger things to worry about

-they actually physically cannot harm valentino, as part of their contract states that any harm valentino goes through also happens to them

-they like to keep up with the latest trends, and have a decent sinstagram following

-they are hypersexual due to trauma

-i think thats it. if i forgot smth im gonna be so mad

oki thanks for reading :33

[ajdrawshq]

this is the coolest pic of the black mask fit i could find and it still doesnt help his case when next to the other two. point and laugh

Riku/Repliku/Vanitas' darksuits n Akechi's black mask outfit are like. in the exact same category of both cool n edgy n gender but also kinda silly looking. unfortunately for Akechi his leans more toward the latter

[dullgecko]

I was rewatching Fantasy high, and realized that Gorgug has asked for hot chocolate everytime Gilear is sent out for Coffee so now here’s the bad kids coffee order

Kristen: Cortado (we know this already 😔)

Fabian: The most complicated order every single godamn time and it’s always different each time. The baristas have started writing his name wrong on purpose they hate him.

“A venti nonfat, no whip, 9 shot, 1 pump mocha drink with 4 shakes of cinnamon, and a caramel drizzle at the bottom. I also want it hot, like as hot at you can get it.”

Riz: Classic black coffee with some sugar and milk, 1) detective vibes, 2) keeps him up. Also Riz relies on coffee so much it is a borderline addiction.

Fig: Something really sweet, like a “Cinnamon Caramel Cream Cold Brew” or smth, Fig doesn’t really drink coffee but she knows exactly what she wants.

Gorgug: Gorgug thinks all coffee is bitter it makes his mouth feel weird and doesn’t like the smell. Hot chocolate is the only thing he’ll order.

Adaine: Also not a coffee drinker, more tea drinker. When she does drink coffee it’s something really light, like a cafetiere.

(I’m a barista Fabian’s order is something that’s actually something I’ve had to make)

Kristen orders Cortados mostly for the in-joke at this point, but she also strikes me as someone who would enjoy a mocha or even those seasonal flavoured coffees when the mood strikes.

Fabian is a menace, his coffee orders are a nightmare, but somehow they always taste amazing. If he's pressed for time or not in a mood to fuck with the barristas he just gets something like an oat-milk latte with caramel syrup. Its especially fun to do when he comes up to the counter, the barista recognises him and a look of dread passes over their face, and then they're just confused by the super simple order. Will usually order the same drink as he's getting for Riz if they're out together, does not take the goblins size into account and adjust the size of the order to suit. It's 2 of exactly the same drink, large or extra large.

Riz's simple coffee orders are mostly because black coffee is usually the cheapest thing on the menu. He'll usually order for himself because most of his friends are on a crusade to stop him exploding his own heart with caffeine overconsumption (Adaine will get him tea, kristen will get him small size only half-strength coffees, Fig will get him a drink that isnt even coffee or caffinated like a milkshake and Gorgug will get him decaf). Fabian is the only one who's allowed to purchase him coffee, but the half-elf spoils the fuck out of him by getting him the extra-large fancy flavoured coffees that have more sugar in them than you should consume in a week and enough caffeine that Riz is vibrating and seeing into the next dimension afterwards. The coffee's Fabian buys him are also disgustingly expensive and cost the same as about 12 of Riz's usual order combined.

Fig gets herself iced coffees with flavoured syrups in them. They're almost more milkshake than anything else, with a little bit of coffee for the caffeine kick. If she has a hot coffee it usually has about five teaspoons of sugar in it with milk to mask the bitterness.

Gorgug likes hot chocolates and vanilla chai lattes. He tries not to have much caffeine because it raises his heart rate too much and makes him feel like he'll go into a rage if not careful.

Adaine love her teas but will spring for a dirty chai latte with vanilla if she's really tired. Sometimes she'll join Fig in having an iced-coffee with extra ice-cream if the weather is really hot.

[xxlady-lunaxx]

A gift for Mother | The Shinazugawas !

Theme: Fluff+Angst (50/50? sorta)

Note: I was going to say happy belated mother's day but this isnt supposed to be happy

anyway, writing this bc the shinazugawa ep was released on mother's day

the Shinazugawas (im taking this off some video so it might not be accurate):

Shizu(30 smth-), Sanemi(13?), Genya(8?), Teiko (7?), Sumi (6), Hiroshi(5), Shuya (4), Koto(2).

×××

For a couple months now, they had been doing small things in order to get a little money. Since their father had died, though it had been quite a relief, it also brought about a lot more pressure on their mother. Shizu had to work a lot more often and barely saw them anymore. Sanemi and Genya were doing their best to care for the younger children while their mother acquire money for the family. Shizu appreciated them greatly, more than she could express. But she made sure to leave them small things when she was able to get a little extra money—and though it wasn't often since she was getting less money than a man would've, it was her own way of showing her love.

Sanemi and Genya tried to get her to stop buying the excess things but she said she just wanted them to be happy. She would buy them books or toys, especially for the others so they could be entertained during the day.

Because of this, however, it only drove all of the children's desire to help her in a way. The younger children admired Sanemi and Genya especially since the two had managed to get a little money from helping around the town here and there. So they all made sure to behave well as much as they could will themselves to so it would be easier on everyone.

It did help a lot and Sanemi made sure to show he was grateful for it. Eventually he brought up the topic of Mother's Day as May approached. 

"We're supposed to get her something?" Shuya had asked, confused. "Mother has a day for her?"

Sanemi nodded. "There's a day where we specifically have to show allll our appreciation towards her and all she's doing for us."

"What appre-ation?" Koto asked curiously, crawling over to nestle himself in Genya's lap.

"Ehm... Like giving her presents or telling her we love her and telling her thank you for being our mother," Genya suggested. 

Sanemi agreed. "Exactly. And you know how we have been saving up the money and not buying other things?"

"Are we gonna buy Mother something?" Sumi asked, eyes lighting up when Sanemi nodded. "We can buy her a new house!"

"...we don't have quite enough money. But I saw a kimono on sale somewhere while getting food," Sanemi said with a gentle laugh. "Tomorrow we can go through the town and look for something to buy for her after breakfast."

"Mochiiii!" Hiroshi said. "The sweet ones!"

"For breakfast or for Mother?" Sanemi asked, a smile curving his mouth.

"Mother! And breakfast!" Hiroshi said enthusiastically.

Sanemi shook his head. "Mochi takes too long to make and I don't think we have the right ingredients. Besides, it's not long lasting. We should buy Mother something that would be more helpful."

"...fine." Hiroshi huffed but didn't push it further.

Koto had fallen asleep somehow and Genya stood, cradling his brother carefully as he stumbled to one of the futons. 

"I have money tooo," Teiko said. She rummaged in the obi of her kimono where she'd apparently hidden a couple coins. She held them up proudly. "I can help buy too!"

Sanemi smiled. "Yes, you can. We'll put the money in a jar to keep it safe, alright?"

Teiko nodded and Sanemi produced a jar which he'd already put his and Genya's money in that they would use for their Mother. Teiko dropped the coins in, giving a satisfied smile at the clinking sound they made as they hit the other coins.

"Where did you get money from?" Sumi asked, eyeing Teiko suspiciously. 

"Uh... Not from a bet!" Teiko said cheerfully with a clap.

Sanemi narrowed his eyes. "Don't do that, Teiko. It's not good for habits either."

"...well I won!"

"Doesn't make it any better," Sanemi said with a sigh. "But alright. Just don't do it again."

"Yeah, yeah, fine," Teiko conceded with a frown.

The night continued onto their normal routine and they awoke the next morning with newfound energy. They were all enthusiastic at the idea of getting their Mother something as the chance was rare and all wanted to please their Mother.

They set out about town in a peculiar line as they strolled through the streets holding hands so none would get lost. Sanemi was carrying Koto in one arm and holding Shuya's hand in the other—wanting to keep track of the youngest two himself. Genya, Teiko, Sumi, and Hiroshi were in a string of children with Genya in the middle as they marched along the houses, the two at the end waving at random people as they walked. They felt particularily proud of themselves for going about and buying something for their Mother, as if they were all grown up.

They arrived, finally, at a market square which had people opening their own stalls almost every day, selling what they could. Sanemi and Genya would come here now and then to buy the necessities for the family so some of the stall owners were familiar with them and greeted them with friendly smiles—most of them, at least. 

Though the other children were tempted to go straight to the food stalls, an occasional glint of jewlery sparking their attention, but Sanemi guided them to where the clothing tended to be, searching through the early morning crowds for the kimono he'd seen a couple days prior. 

Finally finding it, he tried pushing his way through the small crowd. The stall owner greeted them as a couple people parted to let the strange parade of children through. Sanemi glanced over the clothing, barely grazing over some of them as he gazed at the racks. 

Then Teiko pointed excitedly at one stack of kimono's. "Look! That one looks like Mother's!!" she said, breaking free from Genya's hand grasped around hers to grab the top one.

Sanemi sighed but followed her. "We have to stay together, Teiko," he lectured. Then he looked at the folded kimono in her hand. It was a shade of bright yellow with printed flowers along the hem and on the obi. It looked similar to the one their mother already had—though considerably newer and in better shape. 

"Can we buy this one?" Teiko asked.

Genya, who had followed them with the other children in hand, said, "It looks nice. Mother will like a new dress, right?"

They all turned to Sanemi who, being the eldest, was apparently in charge. To be fair, he had also suggested this in the first place.

"Ah... How much does it cost?" he said doubtfully. Surely they couldn't afford such a nice dress.

The stall owner, who had been watching them was mild curiousity, leaned over then. "Buying something for your mother, then? How gracious of you. I'm sure your parents are quite proud to have such children like you," he said with a smile.

Hiroshi frowned. "Father used to hit us, though," he said uncertainly.

Sanemi shushed him, giving the stunned stall owner an apologetic look. "Sorry. I hope our mother's happy with us. Our father died so she has to work more so we're buying her something," he explained. "Can I know how much this costs?"

"Hmm, how much money do you have?" the owner asked in response.

Sanemi ratted out the number, having counted the money in the jar several times the night before. Sumi held the money jar tightly, not wanting it to drop or break and risk losing any of their so hard-worked for money.

The owner smiled. "Take the kimono for half of it."

All of the children's eyes widened—although some were mostly surprised because Sanemi was surprised. 

"But"—Sanemi glanced at the price which sat on a folded paper in front of the clothing, which he had noticed a moment before—"it costs double the amount we have in total...!"

"So? You..." the man paused, scanning them, "seven? You seven are angels, I'm sure, doing your best to help your mother. You know, there aren't a lot of children like you out in the world. Please take this a quarter of the price. Consider it like a hope that your family will fare well in the near and far future. You need not pay more than what I've said."

Sanemi was hesitant but the other children were already becoming restless with all the talk and no action so he accepted it after some seconds of consideration. "Thank you," he mumbled, handing over the money.

The man only smiled, waving to them as they left.

Teiko held the kimono tightly to her chest, skipping along the road as they went home.

"She's going to be so happy!" she said giddily, twirling around.

"Be careful," Sanemi warned. "Don't drop it or you'll get it dirty."

"When do we give it to her?" Genya asked, making sure he had a tight grip on Sumi and Hiroshi's hands as they walked.

Sanemi hummed, shifting Koto on his hip. Shuya was becoming tired from all the walking and was slowing their way home. 

"In a couple weeks," Sanemi said. "Do you think we can hide it from her till then?"

Teiko nodded. "I'm good at hiding things."

Sanemi frowned. "Are you hiding something from us?"

"...no." 

Sanemi sighed but didn't press the topic. "I'll use the rest of this money for our food if Mother doesn't come home tonight."

×××

The days came and went and the children made sure to both keep the kimono a secret from their mother and have it ready in perfect condition. Mother's day had finally come and they were vibrating with excitement.

Shizu had already gone to work when Sanemi woke up first but she had left a note promising she'd be back by night. However the day rolled by and still no sign of their mother. Sanemi made them their dinner and later told them off to bed. Only, none of them wanted to sleep, wanting to present their gift to their mother today. 

So they stayed up.

The night continued without a sign from her. Eventually, Sanemi heard something from outside. It was coming past midnight and he wondered if Shizu had finally come back home. However it was late and the streets were dangerous at night. Therefore, he ordered Genya to make sure the others would stay inside as he went to investigate himself. The youngest of the children had fallen asleep hours before and the others were close to drifting off, drowsy and only barely awake with anticipation.

Sanemi crept outside, closing the door behind him. The night air was cold and he shivered, scanning his surroundings. His eyes had yet to adjust to the dark and he blinked several times. There was a scuttle of footsteps somewhere far off and he froze, listening. More footsteps, closer now. They seemed quick, however. As if someone was running towards him. His eyes had adjusted by now and he stepped forward, out into the street. Then a sudden flash hit him and he felt a streak of pain on his face. It blinded him for a moment and he staggered. Then he heard a crash and realized that whatever had attacked him had burst into the house.

A surge of panic hit him as he saw a dark figure dart through the broken doors, right towards his siblings. The lights inside the house abruptly cut out and he stumbled forward. Was it a wolf? Its eyes glowed slightly and he could make them out in the darkness of the room.

There was a cry of terror and he spotted the wolf, which was clinging onto the cealing. It lunged at what seemed like Genya and, in a split second decision, Sanemi propelled himself towards the wolf, ignoring the pain as it slashed at him. No doubt he was a mess now, his clothing ripped and blood dripping from his wounds.

He grabbed an axe which he had used to cut wood for the fire a couple nights ago. It had stood on its head by the doorway and had fallen down. The wooden handle splintered his hand—it was an old axe, unfit to be of use but the only one they had. He lifted it above his head, trying to hit the wolf.

The animal moved from under him and Sanemi almost fell forward, his weapon clutched in his hands. He saw it run forward a bit, its sillhouette dark from the dim light of the sun which had begun to rise. It was a strange wolf, its figure oddly distorted. 

He lunged at it, hacking at what he thought was its leg. If he let it go, it might go back to his house or to the village. He vaguely recalled his siblings' bodies laying on the floor and it froze him for a moment. The wolf was on top of him, getting the upperhand as he was caught in a moment of realization. There was something about the wolf that struck him familiar. But there was nothing of it.

A drop of his own blood fell into his eye and he blinked quickly, ignoring the tears that spilled over. He struggled to move his arms, closing his fist to attack again. To his surprise, the wolf offered little resistence, seemingly moving slower now. He took it to his advantage, pushing the axe into its neck. He rolled over on top of the wolf as the sunlight hit them both. Then he froze.

The light shone on the wolf's face. Only it wasn't a wolf. It was his mother. For a moment, he thought she would attack him again. But she simply fell back down, the sun somehow burning her skin. He scrambled back, shaking as he got to his feet. His eyes were wide and he felt lightheaded, gazing blankly into the closing eyes of Shizu.

There was a moment here when he didn't hear anything but a strange ringing in his head, his focus spinning, eyes unblinking. When he thought about it later on, he probably had heard but not registered footsteps as Genya ran towards him. Only he didn't know, then, that his brother was there until he saw him, cradling their mother's body in his arms.

"Why did you do it?! Why? Aniki! You killed her! You murderer!" Genya screamed, tears drawing shaky streaks down his blood-stained cheeks. He was trembling as he held their mother. Shizu seemed to be turning to dust, disintegrating in front of their eyes. And all Sanemi could do was stand, feeling as if all his muscles had gone limp yet he had to stay up.

His hand holding the axe had gone lax and the weapon dropped to the ground, only an inch from his foot. Then his legs gave out and he slumped to his knees, unable to process what had happened.

"MOTHER!!" Genya was sobbing. But his words were only a dim outline in Sanemi's memories as he felt his whole world crash down upon his shoulders and break into a thousand pieces.

He looked up and found that all of his mother except her kimono was gone. Her kimono. God. For one, stupid moment, all he could think of was that they had never gotten to show her what they had bought for her. The irony of the situation hit him and he forced down a bitter laugh. What the hell had happened? 

But then Genya was shouting at Sanemi again. Moving away from him. "It's your fault!" Genya cried. "You're a murderer! Murderer!! You killed her!"

Sanemi swallowed. He had, hadn't he? Yet it wasn't fair! It wasn't! He hadn't known—it wasn't his fault. It wasn't, it wasn't. It was, wasn't it? 

He drew himself up to his feet slowly. He felt numb, the pain in his face fading. Only that made it worse.

"Genya," he mumbled, starting towards his brother.

"Get away from me!" Genya snapped, terror lacing his voice. "Go away!"

The words were like a stab to the chest. Sanemi stumbled back as if he had been physically hit. He was at loss for words. Somehow, the reality of the situation had barely sunk in. But now it cut into him deeper than a blade could. His heart stung and he moved away from Genya. Then he ran. Towards his house, however. He had to see if any of them were still alive. He sincerely doubted it as he figured Genya would've stayed if they'd been alive. But he needed to confirm it. Maybe some of them could be saved.

He entered. There was no need to knock, not when the door was broken and on the floor. The lamps had been put out but they were no longer needed as the sun broke over the horizon. 

He knelt by each of his siblings in turn but there was no need to confirm anything. They were all dead. Blood was spilling from their wounds and onto the futons. All of them were gone. He turned to leave, no wanting to see their bodies anymore. Then something caught his eye. Under Teiko was the bright yellow kimono, the flower pattern sticking out from under her pale hand.

He stepped forward, nudging her aside to pick it up. He stared at it, his face blank. A drop of water splashed onto it, sinking in. He realized he was crying. The tears came out freely now and he hugged the dress to his chest, a sob breaking through his throat and into the air. 

Why? Why had this happened?

He wanted nothing more than to curl up into a ball and sleep forever. But he couldn't. He turned from his house, rubbing furiously at his eyes. He would have to stop crying now. He drew in a shaky breath, then let it out. The morning air was cold in his lungs but he barely noticed the sting as he started into a slow run down the street. His pace increased until he didn't know anything more except the ache in his legs and the kimono pressed flush against his chest. As he fled, he thought he caught a glimpse of Genya, still slumped down by their mother's tattered kimono. And then he was gone.

×××

The Hashira were having some sort of party. Sanemi never bothered to attend the meetings like this. They were a waste of time. He was better off training then getting drunk and fucking around. However Tengen was quite insistent this time, though he knew not if it were for a real reason or nought. 

Tengen was in his house now, bugging him and chasing him through the halls.

"C'mon, it's only a couple hours! Besides, Oyakata-sama always says that as much as we should be working hard, that we're still human and should let our bodies enough rest. I'm slowly being convinced that you're not human, what with all your apathy and inability to be normal for once," Tengen said, poking Sanemi ceaselessly. God, he was so much like Shinobu sometimes.

"Go away, Uzui," Sanemi sighed. "I already told you that I'm not going to your useless parties."

"Don't be such a killjoy," Tengen chastised, crossing his arms. "Here—let's get you something to wear!"

He entered Sanemi's room without permission and rummaged through the closet. Sanemi growled. 

"Stop it," he ordered, trying to pull Tengen away.

Tengen jerked away from him and almost fell into the closet. When he stood, he was holding a dusty kimono. It unfolded as he held it up and for a moment the two were lost in coughs as the dust flew into the air. Then Tengen waved it away, inspecting it. It was a yellow, dull from time, small pink flowers embedded in a wavy pattern along the edges of the sleeves and obi. 

"Interesting. Is this some past girlfriend's clothes you forgot to give back?" Tengen asked, peering at it. "Or are you secretly into crossdressing?"

When he got no response, he glanced down at Sanemi. To his surprise, the man was standing stifly, eyeing the kimono with a look he couldn't distinguish. 

"Shinazugawa?" Tengen said uncertainly, waving a hand over Sanemi's face. "Should I have not touched this?"

Sanemi snapped out of his trance, blinking. He snatched it from Tengen. "That's... that's mine," he said, his voice tender. He sounded vulnerable and it caught Tengen with surprise.

"So... you are crossdressing?" Tengen asked, trying to lighten the mood.

"No. It's not mine. No—yes, it is. It... was my mother's," Sanemi mumbled, staring at the fabric distantly. Then he gasped, startling Tengen. He glanced up at him, throwing the kimono in the closet and slamming the door shut. "Nevermind. It's nothing. Fine, I'll go to your stupid party. Just go now, okay?"

Tengen frowned. He was still stuck on the first part about Sanemi's mother and it took him a moment to responded. "You don't have to go," he said quietly. "I'm sorry I went through your things."

Sanemi crossed his arms, not quite meeting his eyes. "It's fine, I said. Just go and I'll be there."

Tengen shook his head. "You don't want to be there, though, right? I won't go either, it's alright."

"...you don't have to do that," Sanemi said. He seemed quite out of it, not shouting. It unnerved Tengen.

"Well I will. Why don't we make some tea? We can just... enjoy some silence," Tengen prompted, guiding Sanemi out of the bedroom door.

"Fine," Sanemi grumbled. "Fine."

Tengen nodded, giving him an encouraging smile. "Right. Why don't you go get some tea leaves? I'll start a fire to boil the water."

"Okay," Sanemi conceded and they walked to the kitchen silently.

The kimono would be dusted and folded later and appear with a note at Gyomei's place later, in the room Genya was residing in temporarily. It would be held up to the light as memories resurfaced for another's brother. Then it would be tucked away once more, sent back to the original sender with another envelope containing paragraphs of apologies that went back years in time.

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tell me you can never to end a writing piece without telling me you can't end one:

ANYWAY I LOVE YOU ALL AND I LOVED WRITING THIS AND I HOPE YOU CRY (/hj i'll give you a hug tho)

[pumpkinsy0]

can we get more HCs of Curly trying to make sure Pony eats? (and actual like nutritious food. i imagine Pony might have forgotten to eat for an extended amount of time or only ate chocolate cake and was in the heat for an extended amount of time or smth and just passed tf out and it kinda scared Curly so he's like nuh uh not happening again on my watch no sir)

thats like, exactly y he started doing that actually, pony passed out on him once and curly swore on never again

•now look, u might b thinking “curly of all ppl is talking???” but ill have u know curly DOES eat foods other than snacks, his problem w food is that he eats it at terrible times and eats a big amount like hes going into hibernation

•pony on the other hand just does forget to eat or hes too lazy to make food and just doesnt make it

•when he meets up w pony (at anytime that isnt breakfast) he ask if he ate and he doesnt explicitly ask this part but hes trying to figure out what he ate, cause pony tries “i ate a grain bar” his way out of it, but if he doesnt ask that part, he just ask if pony has more room to eat w him

•he eats w pony too btw he doesnt want to make ony feel like a damn kid w his parent or anything, hes down to eat w pony

•sometimes hes more discreet, like at home, hes like “oh, tim made diri djon djon u should try it” and he hands pony a small bowl of it

•curlys found that if ponys distracted by the tv, he could eat more than he normally would so he slips in some more food on ponys plate before they watch tv together, not enough to over feed him tho

•pony barely eats school lunch and curly knows that so for school, they leave the school and get something light like a sandwich

•shit curly even lets pony go home w some leftovers from his house so he doesnt have to basically starve himself till dinner and he just has to heat it up

•sometimes curly thinks any food pony eats is good food, so he’ll just buy pony multiple snacks and say thats good enough, which isnt a great mindset to have but cmon, hes doing this w the help of nobody else, cut curly some slack

•as for how pony feels about it, i feel like at some point he catches on and he has complicated feelings towards it, he appreciates it cause yea, he does have a problem w how he eats, but also he finds it a bit annoying especially bc he feels like curly feels pity for him and thats y hes doing this and hes not 100% wrong there

[fagcrisis]

hey guys i just discovered smth. so fellow celiacs know that gluten free bread, even the best imitation thats light not incredibly dense and has the right texture, still kind of tastes bad. like the best u can get w gluten free bread is Kind Of Bland.

well i had enough of overprice small as fuck store bought gluten free bread, so i stopped buying it but i am still in need of something to eat on the go and i cant think of anything better than a sandwich. so i started baking bread myself and i found a brand of gluten free flour that makes for great texture (schär mix b, the recipe on the back works well for me) but the taste is still bland. if u put more salt in it its just salty.

now this may be obvious. but i was like. i could season this. but i still kind of wanted it to taste bread-y so what i ended up going with is simmering crushed garlic (like 5 cloves) in olive oil for about 5 minutes then pouring it all into the cup and letting it cool. i then put it into the dough like normal but i take the actual bits of garlic out and this fixes EVERYTHING. this isnt enough garlic to make the bread taste overtly of garlic so you can still use it for sweet things like nutella, but it gives it a bit of extra flavour that masks the Gluten Free Bread taste

so anyway this fucks and im a genius

[jedibongrip]

hello i just re-read your snippet for a little mind break never hurt anybody and i am losing my goddamn mind do you have any more thoughts to share in this verse?

the mind break in question

💀 ngl the mindbreak fic is, and has been, in (pre)development hell FOR A WHILE lol. i think of it often but have not made a lot of progress on it.

in terms of THOUGHTS THO:

anakin loses both his legs on mustafar, and lost an arm to dooku, but i think im gonna leave his remaining arm in tact. for Reasons

the reason(s) is (are): i want to give him jewelry that act as a force suppressant cuz obiwan is terrified anakin is gonna feel deception in the force

in a similar vein as 'obiwan shapes anakin into a whore by lying about their past 'relationship'': obiwan 100% somno anakin, FREQUENTLY, in part cuz.... he loves being able to fuck anakin while he's all relax and loose and he makes such cute sounds as he sleeps, especially the first thrust in, and obiwan always makes sure anakin is well-fucked so there's never too much resistance.... and anakin likes it too, he genuinely loves waking up and realizing obiwan is fucking him and probably has been for at least a few minutes. but obiwan also somnos anakin to like, idk, use some alpha pheromone bullshit to try and keep anakin more calm and docile throughout the day

(i think. i wanna try to get across that obiwan actually Likes it when anakin gets snarky and argues back. he doesnt want anakin to be some door mat or some super submissive little trophy spouse. he hates it when he realizes he's overdone it, that anakin is just so dazed and floaty that he isnt HIMSELF. but, for the greater good of the universe, obiwan will have to turn his boy into a submissive cock slut with a breeding kink 😔 god gives his toughest battles to his most horny and repressed soliders)

i got ideas bouncing around about them going on a lil vacay/honeymoon or smth and fucking in a natural hot spring. is this recommended irl? no, due to UTI, BV, and brain-eating amoeba reasons. do i want obiwan and anakin to have an exhibitionist kink tho? yes.

idk maybe ill add in some oral knotting. well see what happens

if anakin is LUCKY.... i'll let him peg obiwan.

a minor point i wanna hit is like. anakin wants them to buy a cool and fast speeder and is sooooo fucking mad when he realizes he CANT cuz whatever vehicle they get needs enough space for their kids and it needs to have a good safety rating and all the speeders he wants are to expensive and obiwan will never agree. evil and darkness brought on cuz he isnt allowed to space tokyo drift

[orange-coloredsky-archive]

literally no one asked but to me the difference between smth like advent children & crisis core and whats going on with the remasters is.. shit now just feels utterly soulless. to be fair i wasnt old enough to recall anything about advent children's marketing and only just barely remember seeing stuff for crisis core psp, but the works themselves at least feel complete and independent of each other while still feeling grounded in ffvii's narrative. the added characters and plot devices exist to further the plot of the mini-story theyre contained in and nothing more.

is advent children ridiculous? absolutely. it's a confusing, reference bound video game lore movie. but it doesnt feel like its trying so hard to be more than that. its an scifi-fantasy action romp with painfully 2005 music and character designs. the remnants are stupid additional characters but they dont try to seem more important to the wider plot than they are. theyre there to tell the audience "hey, sephiroth's gonna be here soon but not yet", they disappear when sephiroth is on screen and die when sephiroth is killed. its a contained story that ends when the credits roll.

angeal and genesis have been. distorted. over time i feel but in the original crisis core they feel like theyre of similar value. angeal needed to support zack like how zack supported cloud, and sephiroth isnt evil yet so genesis is our major villain. theyre perfectly fine in these roles, they do their job, theyre effective at it and theyre reasonably good characters that (for the most part. side eyes genesis.) dont waste our time. crisis core is a perfectly fine prequel. i had fun with it, i had fun with the characters, and it should have been left alone.

the remasters do something similar but worse -- they fucking bait you over the span of 4 years now instead of over the span of a 2 hr movie or couple dozen hours of a video game. youre hoping to see your favorite character again, maybe this year the cryptic reference they made will be made clear but if not!! you bet your ass in 2030 theres gonna be another $70 game for you to buy to see if that plotline gets resolved! also we're going to post vague clerith for this months twitter announcement to get engagement and arguments going, and then next month we'll post vague cloti to make the arguing worse and keep those eyes on our game that means nothing anymore. but also this is going to be SOOOOOO important and life changing in the narrative so you best not look away! fucking attention span deletion method of telling a story. its sad

[n3v474]

!!THINGS TO SCRIPT!!

Little note: idk where yall are shifting or what ur shiftibg for or if any of these will be helpful but personally i have 2 DRs. Diary of a wimpy kid (rodricks so damn foine😍🫶🏼) and a boarding school with a bunch of characters i like from diff DRs. The boarding school thing would be so fun. Like imagine going to get ice cream with Olaf, or going shopping with Cat Valentine, or skipping class with Sarah Lynn from Bojack Horseman… All in one DR!?!? Idk just seems fun to me. Ok thats enough fantasizing about that dr. TO THE THINGS TO SCRIPT!!

☆Script that nothing traumatic happens !! I saw sb talking about how scripting that you’re immune to bringing trauma back to ur cr doesn't make sense or work so js script out traumatic events?? Idk if that makes sense still tho, tell me if it does idk.

☆if you cook or bake script that cooking is easy for you and you dont make mistakes on accident. Like u dont burn food, dough isnt too sticky, nothing comes out the wrong texture, u dont over/underseason, etc

☆Script that ur hair always behaves omg!! I have curly hair and this is a NEED. Script that its healthy, shiny, desired length nd thickness, CANT GET TANGLED, doesnt get frizzy, etc.

☆Script a cool teacher character, trust me. I think it'd be so fun to have a nice cool (hot😍) teacher. Like that one guy on tiktok idk if anybody else has seen. The hot psych (maybe) professor, like that guy😍.

☆script that whenever u order food it gets done quickly, im not waitin no 45 mins for a pizza !!

✩clothes u order are always high quality, immune to getting stained, stretchy and fit well, etc. For the shien hoes...

☆script that ur desired resturants are near u. I wanna be getting some chicago pizza in my boarding school🤤

☆script short painless periods or get rid of them completely, script that its natural and healthy though ofc.

☆nice school. Clean luxury bathrooms, good lunch, good teachers, good field trips, rooms that are decorated well, etc.

☆script good intuition !!

☆script waterparks, malls, trampoline parks, stuff like that near you. You dont wanna get bored in ur dr ??

☆script naturally good hygiene. If ur super tired one morning and don't wanna shower then ur not gon stink all day!! And if u forget to brush ur teeth or wash ur ass or smth ur not gonna smell, it wont matter.

☆SCRIPT THAT EVERYONE HAS GOOD HYGIENE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD PLEASE‼️

!!SLIGHTLY NOT SO SFW SECTION!!

☆Never get caught doing less than legal stuff

☆dont get nic sick, green out, hungover, etc

☆age to buy stuff (🍺🍃💨) is lower. Its 21 for me, gotta lower that😉

☆“organisms“ are a million times stronger

☆“organisms“ come quicker

☆soundproof walls...yk if u need them for any reason...ion judge🤫

☆bed doesnt move or make noise...incase u need it yk...🤫

☆u taste and smell good, they taste and smell good. Script the taste and smell. Script it tastes like whatever food you’re craving at the time😉

OK THATS ALL FOR TD, YALL HAVE A GOOD DAY/NIGHT STAY SUPER FREAKY HAVE GREAT VAGINA ND HAPPY SHIFTING!!🥰

[ka1t0-s]

I've been loving nightbringer so much so far-- I think it's the first time in obey me history I've caught up to the last lesson that's out (which will probably change w due time, I'm terrible at keeping my cards lvled up) and the story has been fun for me so far. I havent played obey me since like early 2022-- so this is quite nostalgic yet fresh for me.

but anyways, the music battles r fine, controls weirded me out at first but I can manage. it was more jarring how the songs used were remixed and nightcored ver. of obey me songs. rlly putting the night in nightbringer I see.

however, speaking on the plot, I find that it had some missed potential? like no one else would care tbh and I can understand why but. THE DOMESTICALITY?? THE BROTHERS SETTLING INTO HOL??? missed opportunity may I say I'd EAT THAT UP!! 

like screw (affectionately, I dont hate this game) the "oh we had it modified to suit our tastes" and now everyone's room looks exactly like how they do in present time. I do understand why they do, and this isnt a case of me being like "grrr they are using the same assets!! they're so lazy boo blah blah blah" as for how rarely weve seen their room in the main story it doesnt matter. its just been a few messily scenes.

but NO. show me asmo fretting over how his room isnt pretty enough. how he needs flowers decorating his room, or vines, or gahh-- anything with some life and freshness and beauty in here because his pink bedsheets are NOT enough.

give lucifer considering his room fine and then instantly stumbling across a cursed item shop, buying some if not most of the stock and then spending a solid hour or two muttering to himself about how this should go here, or how disappointing it is that an item's too big for the spot he pictured it.

let me watch as satan buys up half the bookstore and instead of placing them on his half full shelves, start to slowly pile em up on his floor. LET ME SEE SATAN SLOWLY START THE BOOK PILE PROIR TO HIS ROOM BEING COVERED END TO END IN BOOKS!!!

or mammon. like cmon this man did NOT always have a pooltable or car in his room. show me how he gets a car, or more importantly how it ends up in his room. I'd always assumed his room was connected to a garage of sorts, but seeing as his is on the second floor I doubt that to be the case anymore. fr tho how did he get it in there? magic or smth? have barb teleport it in??

the twins... well I think they have the most believable room of the boys. they're twins, they want to share a room, they have it modified to look both red and purple, compared to whatever colors it was before. overall, they dont do much in that room, beel works out and sleeps there(obv) and bel also just sleeps and naps in there. they dont have it cluttered or stuff. however, I've always wondered what the area above the beds is. a way to the balcony? a balcony in general? or just a small lounge area? I like to imagine it's a small lounge area w a window for bel to look out of, but hey. their room is fine otherwise, unless i missed something.

and leviathan... ah... levi... first of all. NO WAY HE HAD THAT MANY FIGURES. even if he bought them in the castle he did NOT have that many. the collection in present time is after YEARS UPON YEARS of collecting. I feel like they missed Levi's mark the biggest out of the game. I'm rusty, so bear with me, but I'm positive that celestial realm isnt big on technology, hence simeons utter lack of any. Luke's easy to teach as hes young and it sticks, but not simeon. that and, lucifer is the reason he got into it(according to barbatos on the homescreen in OG!bey me!). plus in the angel event or whatever, they went vagely back to how they were as Angel's, or at the very least how they should of been like as Angel's, that parts in the air as I disliked the event and it was how long ago? so all signs point to him not being a shut in until post fall. but otherwise, I firmly belive that levi woudlnt of found anime until they were in devildom, of which lucifer is tired of seeing him mope about and introduces him to something light hearted and childish (only for him to later slightly regret that decision). I wouldve adored that sweet moment between the two, but alas I'll settle for what I got.

however, I'd live for the game to show me HOW and WHY he sleeps in the tub, ik its cause hes comfy but until I find out why he doesnt have a bed I'm going to firmly belive that HoL only had 5 bedrooms plus the guest one downstairs, and that levi was content taking over the "smaller" of the two washrooms, because he didnt want to be close to the kitchen or downstairs, plus fishtank. like that washroom in that romeo and juliet movie. fishtank washroom. if you know what I mean.

[socialjust-ish]

and making fun of someone for the outfits they choose to wear, isnt the same as making fun of someone who doesnt dress to the uniform of their job

Sure, but Somerton's Youtube videos were his job. He was making at least $200,000 a year on it. And, as I said in a previous reblog, he was holding himself out as a content creator comparable to Philosophy Tube or ContraPoints. He was publicly stating he was a high-produciton value creator. He wasn't some guy in his basement making videos for a small audience of 100 people. He had hundreds of thousands of subscribers and claimed he was essentially THE voice for gay media analysis. He wasn't dressing for the uniform of his job.

and these things still have collateral damage

You know, I hear this a lot, and I have two questions about this:

Is there any evidence this is true? People often say "You know the person you're calling ugly won't hear it, but your ugly friends will" but has there ever been anything to substantiate the claim that criticizing public figures' looks or speech or whatever actually has a negative impact?

There's an important distinction between "James Somerton, professional video essayist who can't dress well" and "My friend Jim, who can't dress well". I don't judge Jim for dressing poorly because his job is not being a figurehead in a visual medium making $200,000+ a year based on appearing in videos. If Jim can't separate that criticism from himself, that is perhaps an issue with Jim's ability to reason things out.

Somerton's job was to effectively and entertainingly present media analysis. If his clothing choices detracted from that - much like if a news anchor's lack of suit distracted from the delivery of the news - it's a totally valid criticism.

the issue isnt that youre being mean to someone bad for something they cant control

To reiterate, I'm saying it's fine to criticize someone's clothing choices when appearing on video to an audience of hundreds of thousands of people. Clothing is something you can control. Your clothes are ugly? Change 'em. It's not hard.

Don't have fashion sense? Use some of the hundreds of thousands of dollars you make each year to hire a tailor for a day. Get a rotation of three to five outfits from them, and the problem's solved.

Yes, not everyone can do that (people with financial issues, etc.) but Somerton was making $200,000 a year at a minimum! The dude could buy some nicer shirts! He could hire a makeup artist! He had a writing team in Nick so we know he was self aware enough to know he had weaknesses and could hire other people to help with that. He didn't fix his clothes because he didn't care! It was entirely within his power to fix this! And it would have been easy! His failure to do so warrants criticism.

the issue is if u make fun of someone for wearing 2 colors together. all ur friends that have worn those colors together could be also hurt

Again, I've gotta ask: Really? Will they? Take a step back and think about what you've said, and how reductive this is from "bad clothing choice in a visual medium" to "two colours together".

"Boo hoo, John laughed at me when I wore the bright pink leotard and the purple sequined vest!" Like... maybe some self awareness and critique of certain outfits in certain contexts is warranted.

But also, if I wore a bright neon spandex t-shirt and a purple neon headband with a Scottish kilt, I'd probably want to know if that wasn't flattering! Even if a Youtuber also wore that outfit.

its just not smth ur entitled to criticize.

For some random dude on the street, sure, maybe. But for a popular online presence whose only contribution to the video (because he stole the words he was speaking, remember) was the visual element of the video, you absolutely are!

It is a 100% valid criticism to say "This is worse than just reading the article, because I had to also look at this stupid outfit." That's a fair point! It makes the content worse because it's distracting.

But also, you're absolutely allowed to criticize people's fashion choices. If I wore nothing but overalls to funeral that would be worthy of critique. Because it's the wrong outfit for the venue. If I wore a t-shirt with a swastika on it to the holocaust museum that would be worthy of critique because it's wildly offensive. Clothing choices in public are similar to speech - an expression of something. That expression can be inappropriate or in poor taste. Likewise, Somerton's presentation in his videos was worthy of critique, because it was the wrong style for the medium.

Okay I've seen enough people starting to make fun of the way James Somerton dresses and that I think before this goes where it always goes we all need to take a step back and remember that making fun of someone's appearance is not acceptable, even when they're a shitty person.

He doesn't suck because he wears "unflattering" clothes or doesn't have engaging facial expressions, he sucks because he's a thief and a grifter who made almost $200k a year by screwing over his audience and queer creators/authors. There's plenty of things to criticize, his looks should not be on the table.