#copied from a guy on discord

[cracklewink]

Discord redesign idea I had! He has three heads representing the three types of ponies that are constantly bickering.

[kjzx]

We're eating good tonite (new funger content posted on the official discord server) from @enbukii on twitter. They also specified that these screenshots are likely related to this passport concept Miro wanted to implement like a year ago.

[kayatoastkkat]

live next week: Jekyll and Hyde have an epic rap battle in the mindscape while the Lodgers try to figure out what happened

[midnightnautilus]

Another reason I really love Watcher World is that the idea of being actively perceived and judged is baked into the character’s wants and Blinky knows exactly how to draw that out.

Since amusement parks have been invented basically (and with vacations in general) there’s always that expectation to make memories, to take pictures, to fit that quota of a happy occasion. Of course Blinky sets up an amusement park to torture mortals! It’s an active feeding ground for milking human drama and that pressure to meet that societal norm!

Everyone else is having fun. Look at them. Why aren’t you?

That kind of mentality

Bill wants Alice to like him and have a connection with her, while still blind to seeing her for who she truly is - the carnival barker scene lays Bill’s vulnerabilities bare in front of a crowd of people.

“He’s a failure as a father.

He WAS a failure as a husband!”

Everything Bill is self conscious about and is working to actively change is being poked and prodded at. He’s called “weak” and “pathetic”, further emasculating him.

And when Bill does what Blinky wants? He validates him. He calls him a strong man. He gives him love he hasn’t gotten from his daughter or ex wife in so long. He’s feeding right into his ego.

And with Alice she’s prime for Blinky cause he’s basically like social media on steroids - teenagers are already super self conscious of themselves and are starting to try and craft that image of who they want to be in the world, and social media has only heightened that.

Alice is so worried about being there for Deb and missing out on her chance with her, so she (paraphrasing here) even says she HAS to like and look at these posts or Deb thinks she won’t care. She is so scared of people’s perceptions of her and feels out of her depth that it’s prime for Blinky’s influence to come in and point all that blame at her dad.

Cause yeah the situation isn’t great between them already and it’s a nuanced issue the father and daughter need to communicate out but why would you need to do that? You know that the others are thinking about YOU and all the mistakes you’ve made.

No. All the mistakes THEY made.

Until paranoia and ego invade a person’s brain until all that’s left is a puppet ready to be influenced.

[idkhowtobenormal]

For that character bingo, tell me about Jazz, Prowl, and one obscure chats for yourself

not gonna lie i dont really know what this is asking lol,, so ima guess thanks tho! for jazzprowl chat it would prolly have to be one of my fav scenes ive ever writen:

“serving cunt, baby girl,” Jazz giggled playfully.

prowl just kinda stopped… stared at him, before giving the poly the most confused expression he had ever seen. “I-… I don't… even know what any of those words mean???”

Jazz just shrugged like it was obvious. “Well, all the tumblr girlies- parenthesis, GN parenthesis- agree, so.”

“the frag???” for a convo *about* them would be this bullshit: me: jazz bounces when he walks he doesnt even know he does it he walks like people in marching bands heal-toe heal-toe but bouncy and then prowl is just on his fucking tiptoes beloved moot: You should do a scene where they point it out or notice it

well im chap 4 prowls bully will prolly point it out at some point but yea ill have jazz just walking and prowl is here like :] what you doing and gen doesnt know he does it and then jazz is prowlly like yo ass is tall enough why you on yo toes? and they both just sit there and are like wow we weird as fuck and go on with their respective walking

YESSSSS Genius

jazz likes to pull him down cuz it's not fair that he gets to be even taller prowl will just start drumming on his thigh or soemthing to match jazz's marching-walk and jazz turns into an annoyed gremlin

Prowl holds a Data pad above Jazz's helm so he hits his head every bounce

LMAO jazz only checks his scanners on like the 4th bounce lmao

Optimus stepping out of his office "what is that noise???" And it's just them……….. again

[cecilscribbles]

I am a little confused so please correct me here you don’t dislike Stanley right?

not at all!!!!!! i find ford more compelling because i relate to him a lot more than i do stan, but i think they're both amazing characters

[crismakesstuff]

There’s this pretty big disparity I’ve noticed between how nolan (omniman) is interpreted in mainstream stuff vs his like actual character in both show/comic

Fanon nolan interpretation:

-doesn’t feel remorse or empathy

-oh he’s soooo cool he’s so swag and smooth talking

-genuinely doesn’t care for his son esp not his wife

-never cared for the guardians

-you don’t get it he’s actually right guys!! Genocide good!

-this also ties in with just reducing mark to the “guy who gets beat up nonstop” and debbie to “the pet”

-they definitely think this version of nolan abides by human bigotry shit like sexism

Canon nolan (according to show and comic):

-oblivious to A LOT of social cues and overall very socially inept (very blunt and dry tone of voice so he always sounds kinda mad even if he isn’t)

-actually cares about his family and friends but has trouble expressing it verbally, more show than tell

-cared ab the guardians and they were his friends but he repressed the hell out of what he did bc of guilt (and he’s dumb)

-says things like “curses” and “moon it up”

-monologues a bunch like holy shit

-very physically affectionate with the people he’s v close too (he also smiles guys!)

-makes jokes without trying (kinda hard to catch bc of the deadpan tone at times)

-would realistically be confused by earth’s own forms of bigotry and shit

-bookworm and wrote and documented things even before becoming a writer on earth!

-feels extreme remorse and guilt for his past actions but again has trouble showing it

[sunburstkisser]

Friendship ended with Peachy Keen, now Daydream 2.0 is my best friend :3

Once a pony with big dreams about joining the Wonderbolts, Daydream fantasized about being the fastest flyer in all of Equestria. And he was close to achieving said dreams, until his bones decided he’d had enough flying fun. Chronic pain caught up to him and slowed him down :[ Now he lives in Ponyville, working part time at the nearby toy store and spending his free time with his best friend Shortcake. He doesn’t mind it, though, he has plenty of off time to rest his bones and daydream about other things :3 Like kissing his long distance husband

[arikihalloween]

✨🧡🌙SEND THIS TO OTHER BLOGGERS YOU THINK ARE WONDERFUL. KEEP THE GAME GOING ✨🧡

Motivation has struck me

*Throws sketches at all of u !*

@annemissingshoe

@2-b-flower

@chocolategothwolfhorse

@lazysimpluna

@roseombre

I wish I could do much more but I'm not home and won't be much available at all during the rest of the holidays (*cries in behind in asks boxes*)

But I've received so much support from you guys this year so I doodled for some of ya

It's just sketches with no colors but I hope you like it 👉👈

[loderlied]

give him multiple phases with a cutscene in between phases!!!!!! megalomaniacal mania while showing off his actual magnum opus (giant mech)!!! let him show himself off as the ‘savior of baldur’s gate’ in front of a crowd!!!!!

[cidandy]

i am on the ledge. of a tall building. but girl cider pulled me away. she said. never kill yourself. i said yes ma'am!

[geesehell]

GIFTS! Partook in the gift exchange and this is the result for @softiethequail! Shamelessly copy and pasting this from discord

OKAY SOO LIKE, the first one was meant to be the only piece but I thought the premise wasn't sweet enough to fit the prompt so i also did a second version (not as polished since i rushed it,, but i lowkey like it better,,) BUT the thought behind them was; the first one has Robotnik giving Stone that one watch we see in S2, my guess was that Rob was the one who created it and following that logic I feel like the guy giving anyone a piece of personal tech by his own volition is a real big show of trust. However, that might be a reach, I'm biased sorry (╹ڡ╹`` ) SO I did the second one just in case! This ones definitely got the more sweet and nice aspect to it. Seeing how Stone can crochet— or sew idk my terms guys— I think him making a jacket for Robotnik isn't too farfetched and could make for a cute scene

The prompt was "Gift giving :heart: Something special, something sweet and thoughtful :heart: (either from Stone to Robotnik or the opposite, both are awesome :D)"

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♇ what is a ruler in astrology?

♇ a ruler in astrology is a planetary ruler, a planet that rules over the sign that takes over a house, for example, someone with pisces in their third house, will have jupiter and neptune as their third house ruler.

♇ my third house is ruled by neptune/jupiter, and neptune is placed in my second house in astrology whereas jupiter is in my ninth house.

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♇ 3H RULER IN THE 1H ⟶ communication is important to these people, and they are usually very intuitive and adaptive. the type to make anyone smile with a thought they express from their mind. they're known to be perceptive and engaging can be the biggest chatterboxes but they're usually willing to help and give advice. natives with this placement are studious and usually envied or always want to be on top of the food chain. they could be the type of people to always care about what the next person thinks of them

♇ 3H RULER IN THE 2H ⟶ these people like to communicate, it gives them a sense of comfort. they could be known to be intelligent with wisdom and spirituality as they're ruled by the hierophant. people with this placement are usually thinking of the next way to make money, they embody mr krabs. they're creative and could earn money through writing/typing, could value their relatives a lot and could be known to be the sibling who spends money on their family as a love language. [might have a tendency to steal].

♇ 3H RULER IN THE 3H ⟶ writers, geniuses and enthusiasts. these people find the fun in debating or piercing through the psychology of other people. they could put off people because of how easily they see through others. people with this placement are interested in learning and other people tend to copy them due to how easily they're able to make up ideas on the spot. they eaisly attract envy but also inspiration. they known how to rhyme and sell a dime and they know how to do a skill better than the next.

♇ 3H RULER IN THE 4H ⟶ people with this allignment are people who are usually thinking for other people. they need to learn how to be selfish and think for themselves sometimes but whenever they do something for themselves there could be a guilt of not being caring enough. people who have their 3h ruler in the 4h might've been put into responsibility at a really young age so all they know is how to take care of others. they have much private thoughts and tend to be the therapist no matter what dynamic circle they're in.

♱ 3H RULER IN THE 5H ⟶ to have this allignment shows that you're always on the go. you could have the need to impress other people, and you could be considered as very flirtatious, people might never know what to take your comments as, comedic or actual serious romantic pinning. people who have this placement are likely attention seekers. they either didnt receive enough attention as a child therefore want it from other people or they're used to receiving attention and cannot handle it when it's not given to them.

♱ 3H RULER IN THE 6H ⟶ when someone has this placement it means anxiety over-load and paranoia. the type of people who always think people have it out for them but sometimes they could be projecting stress to themselves therefore the paranoid mindset. however, these people are very crafty and knowledgable and people might rely on them on the most niche information. they could be devoted to learning, reading or anything that stimulates the brain. their mind could be their own enemies but it could relate to trauma from relatives or school.

♱ 3H RULER IN THE 7H ⟶ to have this placement means that you are someone who is seen as talkative, a charmer and sometimes someone who talks to talk. likes to hear their own voice, but the great thing about you guys is that you can be very persuasive, and even manipulative. you understand the dynamic between humans and know how to adapt to it. these people were likely other people's crush or they crushed on people a lot. sharing bonds with other people you cherish, these people are likely into manifestation.

♱ 3H RULER IN THE 8H ⟶ to have this placement means you are always thinking of ways to protect yourself and have a permanent foundation. person can be easily swayed or have a mind that is not hard to break. could be a bearer of secrets, people usually find themselves wanting to give to said person. could have chaotic bond with relatives, or could be the relative people depend on or treat as the black sheep. this person can have a "taboo" job.

❦ 3H RULER IN THE 9H ⟶ having this placement can indicate that your mind is always on the run. could be the type to question faiths or be very defensive about your own. could get nervous during travelling abroad alone. could be known as the relative who is into research, writing or publishing. could be known as the friend who is into foreign people, religions etc. could be the most open-minded sibling/relative in your home/family, can be a chatterbox and could like to collect books.

❦ 3H RULER IN THE 10H ⟶ could become an influencer, have a relative who is known in an industry. could easily connect to others or always worry about how other people perceive them. could feel a lot of burdens and might be closer to father's side of the family---or father's side of the family was known to have much deceptive people. could be the face of something, known for something specific, could either be the person who follows trends easily yet can easily dominate it. commanding voice, people easily respect them.

❦ 3H RULER IN THE 11H ⟶ could have half/step siblings. popular blog online or could have a lot of accounts. likes to be apart of communities/fandoms, could have a unique speech pattern and could be known as someone who likes to be the devil's advocate. could like to get on people's nerves and be a rebel without a cause. yet people with this placement are very psychic, intuitive and ahead of the curve. others might think they're the most unique person but sometimes they end up sound like basic becky with how much they want to be different.

❦ 3H RULER IN THE 12H ⟶ delusional. loyal to a fault. dreamers! entertainers and weepers. they're connected to the spiritual realm but need to learn how to trust their gut. they beat around the bush and allow their boundaries to be blurred. yet, sometimes the person could be the deceptive one, but people might easily project onto them. other people's envy and jealousy towards them is either easily or slowly revealed the more they speak to them or about them. this placement is also an indicator of being very anxious or having intrusive thoughts, your mind is your down fall, learn how to seperate paranoia from reality.

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[snail-day]

A Hypothesis on You

Sum: You led on the nice guy, but they don't always finish last.

Yandere Nerd!Gojo x Reader

Next part: Gaslighting? Baby, I'm just lovebombing (not official title)

TW: Yandere Behaviors, murder, implied unprepped anal, toy mention, masturbation, kidnapping, noncon, brief gore/violence, forced discord kitten, mdni

WC: 3.6k

Satoru Gojo had arrived at a definitive conclusion, one backed by indisputable, empirical data collected through careful observation. The hypothesis? You were in love with him. And, naturally, upon evaluating this data, he had no choice but to reciprocate with an all-consuming, maddening adoration of his own.

The evidence was overwhelmingly positive.

Exhibit A: The Discord Calls

The instant the Discord ringtone reverberates through his headset, a low-frequency hum tickles his synapses. His heart rate accelerates - not in an alarming, fight-or-flight way, but in a perfectly measurable, dopamine-infused, love-induced response. He notes the variables at play: the sharp pang of anticipation, the compulsive need to fix his posture, the way his pupils dilate when he catches sight of your profile picture - just the default Discord logo, a bland, impersonal icon that only fuels his insatiable curiosity.

Who are you, really?

What do you do in your free time? What are your hobbies, your secret indulgences, your intricate thought processes? And most critically - what is your type?

He should be focusing on the study session, reviewing notes, optimizing memory retention, and running mental simulations of possible test questions. Instead, he’s staring at that stupid little logo, heart stuttering at the mere idea of your fingers brushing against your keyboard, your voice filling his ears any second now.

And there it is.

Your voice, chipper and bright, crackling through his headset like an electrical current straight to his nervous system. You ask to compare answers for the homework - again. How predictable. How utterly adorable. His lips quirk up, concealed behind a palm as a distinct warmth creeps up his pale face. He knows you’re copying his answers. He always has.

But isn’t that just another irrefutable piece of evidence?

You trust him. You rely on him. You need him.

The sound of frantic scribbling in the background doesn’t go unnoticed - oh no, his genius-level intellect catches every minor detail, every rushed stroke of your pen, every minuscule pause where your breath hitches as you struggle to keep up. A soft chuckle rumbles in his chest, but he keeps his tone light, unassuming.

“Your calculations must’ve been off again, huh? Silly girl.”

He could just give you the answers outright - he wants to, craves the idea of you depending on him, owing him. But it’s much more satisfying to hear the subtle, breathy giggle on the other end of the line, the quiet little “thank you, Gojo” that slips past your lips. An auditory reward.

Exhibit B: The Study Sessions

Oh, how he craves you when you ask him for help. It’s intoxicating, the way your voice, normally so light and confident, softens into something hesitant and uncertain as the test creeps closer. As if you’re nervous, as if the pressure is gnawing at you, sinking sharp little teeth into your resolve, and the only person who can fix it, the only one who can calm you, is him.

That realization? That knowledge that you need him, that you trust him enough to ask?

It sends something thick, honey-sweet, and deliriously suffocating curling low in his stomach, burrowing deep in his chest like a sickness - festering, spreading - one he never wants to recover from.

"Gojo, can we go over the Kreb’s cycle again?"

Your soft, saccharine voice makes his fingers tighten, twitch over his pen. His pink lips part, something between a smirk and a weak, aching sigh, a sound so pathetically fragile, so awed, it nearly makes him sick.

"Again?" he teases, tilting his head slightly as he leans closer to his mic, pretending as if he’s unaffected, as if his body isn’t trembling from the mere sound of you.

You huff, breathy and a little sheepish, like you hate admitting you need him. It’s adorable.

"Yeah… I just - ugh, I always get confused on this part. You explain it better than the professor, anyway."

Oh.

Oh, God.

His brain empties, whites out, dissolves into nothing but static and heat and throbbing, unbearable pleasure. You think he explains it better. Better than the professor. Better than the textbooks, the lectures, every single, mind-numbingly boring source of knowledge you could have gone to - yet you chose him.

He exhales slowly, carefully, forcing himself to stay composed, forcing his grin to stay teasing, lighthearted, like he isn’t about to collapse under the weight of your praise, your trust, your utter dependence on him.

"Well, since you asked so nicely, I guess I can help you out one more time."

He drawls it out, slow and syrupy, because he loves the way you laugh when he flirts - how it always sounds a little shy, a little uncertain, like you don’t know whether he’s joking or not. (He’s not.)

So, he guides you. Carefully. Methodically. Painstakingly.

(He could be a little more patient, but who cares about patience when you’re hanging onto his every word?)

His voice stays playful, painting each step of the process into your mind with such excruciating care, as if his words alone could wrap around you, cocoon you, pull you deeper into him.

And oh, the way you listen. So perfectly. So obediently. So helplessly.

Every little fact, every single note, all scribbled onto your cheat sheet, one you really should have written last night, but you didn’t. Because you needed him to explain it. Because he explains it better. When you finally repeat his words back to him - carefully, thoughtfully - your voice slipping into that sweet, focused lilt that makes his breath hitch, makes his vision blur and darken at the edges - his long, slender fingers twitch over his notes.

God, you sound so pretty when you’re focused. So adorably unsure of yourself, as if you’re afraid you’ll do something wrong. Baby, you don’t have to worry about that. You’ve got him wrapped so tightly around your fingers, he might as well be bound, gagged, and helpless at your mercy.

And yet, it’s him who keeps chasing the sound of your voice, his body betraying him like the sniveling, desperate wreck that he is. Heat begins to coil, low and tight and unbearable, an awful, cloying pressure building deep, deep in his gut, in his chest, in every aching, pathetic part of him that only responds to you.

He has to mute himself.

Has to slouch back in his chair, sucking in sharp, uneven breaths, as his hand - shaking, trembling, fevered and desperate - palms himself through his navy blue sweatpants, pressing against the unbearable, aching strain beneath the fabric.

He shouldn’t.

Really, he shouldn’t.

But your voice - soft and sweet and so fucking eager to learn from him - curls into his ears like a siren’s song, wrapping tight around his throat, unraveling him from the inside out. When you reach past the citric acid portion, stumbling just slightly, your voice breathy, triumphant, proud, it makes his body lock up.

Keep going.

His thighs clench, his lips part soundlessly, a pathetic little whimper catching in his throat, his hand moving against himself without even thinking, mindlessly chasing the unbearable, excruciating bliss of you. Before he can stop himself, before you can even utter the words oxidative phosphorylation, he’s coming, thick, hot white ropes spilling messily over his hand, just picturing how pretty they’d look on your sweet, stunned face, those wide, innocent eyes looking up at him, dumb and pliant and utterly dependent on him.

Fuck.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

His head tips forward, cheek pressing against the desk, eyes glassy, unfocused, dazed, utterly shattered as the aftershocks rip through him.

The Discord call remains active.

"Gojo? Are you still there?"

Shit.

His nerves jolt, his hand jerks back from the mess in his lap, and he scrambles, wiping himself down with sharp, frantic movements, fingers shaking as he fumbles for the mouse.

Unmute. Breathe. Act normal.

He clears his throat, forces a lazy, almost airy chuckle past his lips, masking the remnants of his absolute, pitiful, all-consuming climax with that same easygoing drawl.

"Yeah, yeah, I’m here. Just, y’know…" A pause, a slow grin curling at the edges of his mouth, voice dropping into something thick, teasing, syrupy smooth. "Kinda hard not to zone out when you sound that cute."

You scoff, exasperated, but flustered - just the way he expects, just the way he needs.

"Shut up, Gojo."

He just laughs. Because you don’t mean it. Because if you flunk, you won’t be able to take the next class with him.

That? That would be unacceptable. Because you need him. And he needs to hear that pretty little voice for much, much longer.

Exhibit C: The Messages

His texts are simple. Uncomplicated. Texts that linger unread, swallowed by the void of your notifications, responses so infrequent they might as well be artifacts of a bygone era. And yet, he is always at your beck and call. A constant. A fixed variable in the chaotic equation of your life.

Perhaps you’re just not a big texter. You’re cute like that. You probably prefer face-to-face interactions, don’t you? You want to see him, hear him, breathe the same air. Of course you do. It’s only natural.

Your response, as always, is frustratingly brief.

BlueEyesWhiteDragon: Hope you ate well today! There’s a new bakery nearby, want to check it out?

BlueEyesWhiteDragon: Test scores are out! Let’s celebrate! Drinks on me :3

You: Sorry Gojo! I’m busy :(

Ah. An anomaly. A deviation in the otherwise flawless data set that is you. That’s fine. He understands. Really. Truly.

…Except, no, he doesn’t.

Because then you waltz into class, oblivious and radiant, a walking contradiction wrapped in soft smiles and gentle warmth. You stop by his desk without hesitation, fingers barely grazing his as you press something into his palm - a Digimon (limited edition) pen. A relic from overseas, something rare, something treasured.

"I really appreciate you, Gojo." Soft words, spun from silk, weaving their way into the tangled web of his mind. His fingers tighten around the pen. Neural pathways ignite, synapses firing in a frenzied, luminous cascade. Patterns emerge, connections solidify, conclusions crystallize into absolute truth.

This is an offering. A token of devotion.

Penguins do this, scientifically speaking. They scour the earth for the perfect rock, presenting it to their chosen mate as a vow, a bond, a forever.

Is that what this is?

It has to be.

Because you always sit next to him. Because on test days, you arrive early, never too soon, never too late, just in time to secure the seat beside him. Because your leg brushes his, again and again, warmth seeping through the fabric, sinking into his skin.

Because you lean in, voice hushed, lips barely parting as you whisper, "I’m not looking at your paper, I promise."

But Satoru doesn’t need to analyze probability, doesn’t need statistical models to confirm the truth. The evidence is irrefutable.

You love him.

However, there is an inconsistency in the data. A variable unaccounted for. A contradiction in the flawless theorem that is: you + him = inevitability.

You rejected him.

The memory loops in his mind like a corrupted file, fragmented yet perfectly preserved. He remembers it all, every detail, every nuance, every pixel of your expression. The way his voice had been effortlessly light when he’d asked, his body leaning in, his grin the very picture of confidence as he peered over tinted glasses.

"C’mon, you owe me. How about we grab a meal together? Or, better yet, let’s hit up the arcade. I’ll win you a prize and everything." He had been prepared for many things. Flustered giggles. An exasperated but fond sigh. A teasing eye roll before you inevitably gave in, brushing off his boldness with a "Fine, but you better actually win me something good."

Instead. You hesitated.

Your fingers fidgeted at the hem of your sleeve. Your eyes flickered away. And your lips - so sweet, so cruel - curled into something fragile.

"I’m… I’m not really ready for a relationship right now."

Something fractured. A hairline crack, nearly imperceptible, but there. A fault in the foundation of his reality, small but damning.

"I just have a lot going on, but… maybe when I have some free time, we could… give it a shot?"

And then - then you reached for him. So gently. So thoughtlessly. Tugging at his sleeve in a fleeting, absentminded motion. A mere second of contact, but Satoru felt it everywhere. Your fingertips through the thin fabric of his navy sweater. The featherlight scrape of your nails before retreating. The way your gaze softened when it met his, hesitant, uncertain, but undeniably warm.

It should have pacified him. It should have soothed the sharp, gnawing tightness in his chest, the static buzz at the edges of his mind.

But it didn’t.

Instead, it confounded him.

Because if you truly weren’t ready, if you truly wanted distance, then why did you touch him like that?

Why was your voice so gentle?

Why leave the door open, just a crack, just a sliver of an invitation, just enough for him to slip through like a whisper on the wind?

It doesn’t make sense.

Which means: You’re scared.

Of course, you must be. It’s the only explanation. You’re utterly, helplessly terrified of how much you love him, of the sheer intensity of it, the unfathomable depth, the suffocating inevitability, the inescapable, all-consuming truth that binds you to him. You don’t understand it yet. You don’t see the full picture, don’t grasp the overwhelming magnitude of what you feel, the way it stretches into infinity.

But that’s okay. He can wait. Patience is a virtue he’s mastered. He can guide you - new things are daunting, unsettling, horrifying even. He understands; he was the same way with Suguru. A little hesitant. A little afraid. But love is a science, an immutable force, a precise and predictable phenomenon governed by distinct, repeatable patterns. And you - his perfect, brilliant girl - are simply a variable in need of proper calibration. A puzzle to be meticulously solved. An equation to be elegantly balanced.

Though Satoru wasn’t expecting to black out so soon. Not like this. Not from something so trivial, so insignificant, so utterly beneath him. There you were. Standing in that dimly lit hallway of the old lab building, facing away from him while that pathetic, insignificant little man faced him. There you were. Laughing. Twirling your hair. Tilting your chin up in a way that he has never been privy to, pretty eyes flickering with something playful, something forbidden.

Your lip caught between your teeth.

A smile you had never once given him.

Hiding.

Hiding everything.

Satoru blinked. When he opened his eyes again, he was somewhere else. His breath came in shallow, sharp gasps, the copper-tinged taste of adrenaline thick on his tongue. Those slender, pale fingers of his ached, stiff, strained, bloodied. Perfectly manicured nails were splintered. Jagged crescents of flesh wedged beneath them. He wasn’t sure when his hands had wrapped around the bastard’s throat, when he had squeezed until there was a crack, a wet, ugly sound that didn’t quite register until the body collapsed onto the flooring in a graceless, lifeless heap.

Not like the movies. There was no dramatic last words. No struggle. Just the light fading from the bastard's eyes and your screams.

Satoru exhaled, slow and even, watching the body twitch, watching the useless, pitiful sack of flesh that had touched you, looked at you, laughed with you, go still.

No witnesses. No evidence. No problem.

Satoru had paid someone to take care of it. It was just that simple. Blood money for blood stains. A phone call. A transfer. A sigh. A body gone. Clean. Efficient. Effortless. You - his sweet, little traitor - had been so easy to take after that.

Dragging you away was nothing. You were too shocked to fight, too stunned to understand. To light in his arms, even as you thrashed, kicked, screamed, all useless, all futile. He had shoved you into the car, tucked you so nicely into the back seat. Your muffled screams, your fists pounding against the door, such adorable resistance. All it took was a few words, a whispered warning, and your fight died.

"If you scream, kitten, someone else is gonna have to disappear tonight."

You were much more pliant after that, bounded, subdued. Perfectly still. Those pretty, glistening tears streamed down your horrified face, carving delicate, shimmering paths along your flushed, trembling skin. Satoru wiped the last crimson remnants from his hands, his mouth quirking into a lopsided, exhausted smile - lazy, almost affectionate.

“Sorry, kitten,” he murmured, his voice light, breathless, far too casual and sweet. A teasing lilt was buried beneath the softness, barely masked.

Like this was normal.

Like this was just another one of his usual flirtations.

“Sorry you had to wake up here,” he cooed, tilting his head as if in thought, his crystalline eyes gleaming with playfulness. “But you did kind of ask for it.”

Your throat bobbed with a silent, quivering sob, the gag muffling the fractured sound into something weak and helpless. Satoru studied you, his gaze lingering, indulgent. You did look so pretty like this, eyes blown wide, glossy with pitiful tears, frantic and pleading. Your lips, raw and swollen from desperate, futile struggles, clung helplessly to the gag, little muffled whimpers slipping through. Your body trembled in the sweetest, most delicate shakes, the shivers rippling down your spine, your chest rising and falling in frantic, uneven heaves, every panicked breath proof of your helplessness. So small. So utterly, exquisitely defenseless.

His eyes darkened, something wild and untamed curling deep in his gut, a primal, simmering heat coiling beneath his ribs.

"You lied to me." A slow quirk of his lips, his voice dipping into something softer, almost sing-song, a dangerous kind of amusement threading through the lilt of his words as he moved closer. Satoru crouched before you, knees bending with an almost lazy, effortless grace, one hand resting on his thigh, the other reaching for your tear-streaked face with an unsettling gentleness.

Your breath hitched.

You flinched away.

A mistake.

His fingers tightened instantly. Gripping your jaw, forcing you to meet his dull blue-eyed gaze - pressing, pressing, pressing - the tips of his bloodstained nails biting into the fragile skin of your cheeks. Tiny pinpricks of pressure. Your frantic, choked whimpers were music to him. A trembling, pitiful melody that sent a shiver of pleasure down his spine. A sharp inhale before dragging his thumb down the curve of your cheek, smearing the warmth of your tears with an almost devout reverence. Worshipful. Possessive.

"You called me pathetic," he murmured, light, conversational, as though this were nothing more than idle chatter. "A loser."

Your pupils dilated, wide and glassy, breaths coming in quick, shallow bursts, your chest rising and falling too fast, too erratic.

"You lied," Satoru continued, voice dipping lower, rougher, tinged with something ravenous. "Said you weren’t ready for a relationship. But I saw your phone, kitten. Saw all those little apps. Saw what you said about me." Your body shuddered beneath his grip, trembling like a fragile, wounded thing, and something deep in his chest thrummed - a slow, indulgent pulse of pleasure at your helplessness.

"I really just wanted you to be my girlfriend, you know?"

His tone was fond. Almost dreamy. A slow exhale, savoring the moment, fingers ghosting down the delicate curve of your jaw before dipping lower, feeling the erratic rhythm of your pulse, the delicious, frantic flutter of your heartbeat thrumming beneath his touch.

"But being my kitten…?" A soft sigh. "That could work too."

Your tears spilled, unchecked - hot, feverish, slipping down your cheeks in shimmering rivulets, a plea of sorts. One that will go unheard. Satoru hummed a quiet, pleased sound, dragging the pad of his thumb over your quivering bottom lip, feeling the tremble, the way you struggled to hold back the sobs choking your throat.

“I was saving this for our anniversary,” he mused, his voice light, conversational, as if this was nothing more than an offhand remark. His free hand moved, reaching beside him, fingers curling around a carefully bundled package. A costume. Soft velvet, delicate lace. Cat ears and a tail.

For you.

For his new kitten. One that he won't have to listen to on discord anymore. His smile widened as he held it up, tilting his head as if admiring his own thoughtfulness.

"I guess we’ll just have to celebrate early," he cooed, voice dripping with saccharine delight.

You screamed and thrashed as he shoved you down, face-first onto the cold, polished floor, his weight pressing down on you, a purr of amusement vibrating in his chest.

"Shhh, shhh, it's okay." Satoru ran his fingers through your hair, twisting tight at the roots - yanking your head up, forcing you to stare at the glossy, pristine poster in front of you.

Geto Suguru. Your favorite idol. One you would talk to Satoru in the lab about. A common interest between you to. Little did you know, he was a little closer to that interest of yours.

"I did promise you were going to meet him soon, didn’t I?" His breath was hot against your ear, lips curled into something stretched and unhinged. "Mommy is really going to like you."

Your broken, choked sobs filled the room, but he just hummed, smiling like he’d just gifted you something precious. Pressing his lips to your shaking temple. Your breath came in sharp, rapid gasps - panicked, broken, desperate - but Gojo Satoru sighed, twirling a loose strand of your hair between his fingers.

His voice dropped into something dark, low, and breathy. "Daddy is going to take such good care of you." Your body jerked, muscles pulsing with adrenaline. however, his grip tightened, ensuring you were safely in place. Satoru's bright, hungry blue eyes flicked toward the cat tail in his hand -the matching little ears tucked away for later. Lips stretching into something impossibly wide, impossibly giddy.

"Sorry, kitten." A mocking chuckle filled the room as he flipped up your skirt, dragging the steel along your clammy, fevered skin.  "I was going to be gentle." Your eyes widened at the coldness, a soft sigh escaped his lips as he titled his head as if deep in thought, then continued to trace a slow, lingering touch over the goosebumps rising along your skin. "But you really, really broke my heart."

A pause.

"Don’t worry, though."

His breath was warm against your cheek, hot, feverish, as you felt his warm hand push your panties down.

"Mommy will be home soon to make everything better."

[making-you-in-spore]

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we have a source of income again, but if you like my work, donations are always appreciated!

who are you?

i'm just a guy who likes spore [2008]

why do this?

i just really like spore and making creatures in spore. it helps me practice my creature creation abilities.

can you make my oc in spore?

as of right now i do not take requests. i generally find characters and creatures i want to make by them appearing on my dashboard. refer to the Request Beast.

what is in your icon?

captain thunderhide, my main spore space stage captain.

what is peeling?

peeling is when i remove all detail parts from a creature and show the bare sculpt underneath - anything that is not eyes, mouth, hands, feet, or limbs will be removed. it is a tradition around these parts

what are "original spores"?

original spores are spore creations that aren't based on existing media - ocs, copyrighted characters, or otherwise. usually, they're just making things to make them in spore, or are based on simple prompts such as "a plate of spaghetti" or "a penis".

do you use mods?

i exclusively play this game with mods.

can i download the creatures you make?

only if the original creator of the design is okay with it and requests a png. please note that in order to successfully download the creatures, you will need to download every mod used to create them.

i will not always be able to say what mods i use to make something, so it's a gamble if you don't have all of the ones i use.

how do i mod spore/do advanced creature creation like you?

darkedgetv's FAQ is a very good resource to begin. i started there, and it's where i recommend you to start if you're interested in spore modding. it also contains many other mods i have not listed under the cut.

as much as i disagree with the process of using a discord server to contain vital information and resources, the davoonline spore modding community discord is also a good source of resources and mods that even i do not use.

are there any other blogs like yours?

there's a few and ever growing! i refer to this as the ecosystem or the making-you ecosystem.

i have a masterpost of all known individuals in this ecosystem here.

what editor mods do you use?

a lot, so they'll be under the cut.

not mods, but highly recommended for enhanced playing experience

4GB patch - Tutorial - patches spore [and other 32bit programs] to be able to use 4gb of RAM. recommended if playing a highly modded copy, and makes the game more stable.

Reshade & ReSpore - post-processing injector & shader that alters the appearance of spore, giving it more detailed shading and vibrant colors. i use this for gameplay and screenshots. runs on GPU power, so excellent if you have a strong graphics card

HD graphics fix - this doesn't actually seem to work for my copy, but it alters the textures of base spore to be more high-quality.

mods that are absolute must-haves

these mods are ones that i use in almost every creation, and add a lot of QoL to the editors. if i forget a mod in a creature png i post, it will be one of these.

Dark injection - THE spore mod. it's likely a lot of other mods you'll download will mesh well with dark injection. you can turn off whatever you don't want to use through the installer.

Universal Property Enhancer - a library mod that many other mods require

The Smoother - a useful tool for building muscles and smoothing out your creatures' bodies

Enhanced Color Picker - a requirement for super detailed creations, enables hexcode color picking and color wheel selection beyond normal limits of spore

[UPE] Infinite Part Scaling - allows scaling of parts near-infinitely, beyond the limits of the original game

Project Skyncraft - adds new creature skinpaints

Unshackled - adds nodes and limbs for creating custom wings, heads, hands, etc. a little bit unstable, i mostly use this for wings.

Spore Stacker - allows stacking of any part

Subtle Rotations - reduces part rotation snapping

Advanced CE - adds building editor manipulators to the creature editor

Every Part Costs Nothing - self explanatory

Rotate Anything - lets you rotate anything, including feet and hands

Advanced Creature Paint - allows for individual coloring of parts on a creature, like in the building and vehicle editors

Ambient Occlusion Disabler - removes baked-on shadows for creatures

Delta Paints - adds new skinpaints

Valla's Skinpaint Switcheroo - adds duplicates of all vanilla, C&C, and GA creature coat and detail skinpaints into their opposite category

test drive related mods

these mods are not required to download the creatures i post, but are recommended for the test drive.

No More Creature Editor Animations - turns off the animations that play when you add eyes, mouth, feet/hands, etc

Sevan's TF2 editor animations - adds multiple animations from tf2 into the creature test drive.

Mx3's Dance Animations - adds a multitude of dance animations into the creature test drive.

Tenebris's Creature Test Drive Animations - adds many animations from within the game to the creature test drive.

EditorBG - adds extra editor backgrounds

Ramone Kemono's MMD Drag Ball - high-effort dance mod complete with special effects and a reverse engineered camera system

part mods

these mods add parts to the editors.

DroneParts 2017 - adds many mechanical and polygonal parts useful for machine creatures, i like to use it for building clothes and markings.

New Drone Parts - a sequel to droneparts 2017, compatible with the old version. install both at the same time if you want to be able to use creatures from the old droneparts mod.

Himeric Engine - adds horror-themed parts to the creature editor.

Spore Resurrection Next Steps - adds a few parts to the creature editor and several new textures to the building and vehicle editors.

Dinosaur Parts - adds parts based on dinosaurs and other animals. mostly heads.

Strange And Beautiful - a now-discontinued, reuploaded mod that adds unusual and unique parts to the creature editor

Bionicle parts - adds a few bionicle pieces to the creature editor

Little Box Of Horrors - adds many parts with an overall horror theme. some are animated.

Pandora's Toolbox [1.0] - adds a multitude of basic shapes and polygons to build with

Replicant - adds non-textured animating parts and non-animating parts in a separate tab. good for if you want to use hands, limbs, etc without them animating or adding stats

Armoured And Dangerous - adds a few high detail mechanical looking parts.

Delimbiter - increases the amount you can scale limb parts, and allows for more crazy movements of certain limb parts

Valla's Vanilla Style Parts - adds several parts which mimic the vanilla style

Wordsmith 2.1 - adds letters to the creature, building, and vehicle editors

Kaiju parts - adds several parts based on popular kaiju

Organic Help - adds many membrane pieces to the creature editor, for creating wing webbing among other things

Project: Mad Mannequins - adds many human body based parts. and a horse for some reason

A Mouth For All Seasons - adds alternate versions of all vanilla mouths [and all unused cell mouths] with alternate diets

Valla's Captain Badges - adds all space badge models into the captain outfitter and creature editor

Rock On! - adds rock props from spore into the building and creature editors

[14dayswithyou]

How cutiesai made 14 Days With You

I've received quite a few requests in the past asking how I made 14DWY, what resources I used, how I organised my lore, etc. — so I figured I'd make one big post and share it with everyone else as well! It features a buuunch of helpful stuff I wish I'd known when I first made 14DWY, so hopefully this will help others too!

⚠ This is all copied & pasted from a Discord post I made back in early 2024! I'll also be adding to it over time, so feel free to check back every so often! ^^

What engine do I use?

14DWY uses the Ren'Py engine!

There are two preinstalled games (called "Tutorial" and "The Question") that give you a basic rundown on how to use the program!!

Zeil Learning's video called "Ren'py Tutorial For Beginners" is also a good place to start for those who have no idea where to begin with Ren'Py!

I also really recommend these Ren'Py resources:

Lemma Soft Forums

Ren'Py Discord server

Ren'Py subreddit

Zeil Learnings, ElaineDoesCoding, Visual Novel Design, and Ess Ren'Py Tutorials on YouTube

Searching through the "Ren'Py" tag on itch.io for community-made assets and resources (make sure to give credit if you use someone's asset(s))!

Feniks and Wattson offer some really helpful stuff!!

Not Ren'Py related, but helpful for creating a VN:

Obsidian and Notion for planning and worldbuilding

Visual Studio Code and Atom (comes preinstalled with Ren'Py iirc?) for scripting/coding

Pixabay and Pexels for royalty-free images and stock photos

DOVA-SYNDROME for music

Clip Studio Paint (paid) and Krita (free) for drawing

Toyhou.se to store your littol guys (If you need an invite code, I have over 300 to give away lmao ^^ Send in an ask to @cutiesigh if you'd like one!)

An itch.io account to upload your game for free and share it with others

General tips to keep in mind:

Make games for fun, not for fame. Too often, I see new developers create VNs with "trending tropes" because they see how successful it is and want the same level of popularity. As harsh as it sounds, this only makes your game feel hollow and superficial, and players will notice.

When using Ren'Py, it's better to have multiple .rpy files rather than putting everything into one large file!! It makes organising and finding things easier, and if something gets corrupted... at least you won't lose everything!

Plan everything beforehand, but give yourself room to expand and implement new ideas.

Start small and slowly expand over time. Don't start off with an overly ambitious project, as it can be disheartening when you put all this effort into something just for it not to gain any traction. Also, be grateful for your earliest supporters, as they're the ones who will lift your project off the ground!!

This is a personal preference, but I recommend starting off with itch.io as your main distribution platform. Most storefronts take a cut from your donations and revenue, and sites like Steam require a $100 fee just to publish your game on their platform. Itch is free, and you can even toggle off revenue sharing in your profile settings! (I like to keep it at 10% though, because I'm grateful for everything the site provides ♡)

If you ever need help with Ren'Py, you're always welcome to join the 14DWY Discord server and ping me in the help channel!