#exploding into a zillion pieces

[blog-sekai]

If polysho has million fans, then I'm one of them. If polysho has one fan, then I'm THAT ONE. If polysho has no fans, that means I'm dead.

[yashkonu]

it's next fest! thought i'd share a few games i found interesting.

next fest is always hit or miss because there are a zillion roguelikedeckbuilder/openworldsurvivalcraft entities for every one of anything else, and those are both genres i'm just fully done with. also for added difficulty nowadays you also get a second zillion worth of shovelware badly papered over with ai art. here's a few things out of the mess that i actually liked:

Mycopunk

is a co-op shooter where you play as a bunch of robots and explode mushrooms. I don't honestly have much to say about this one other than 'it's fun how the enemies just sort of seem to assemble themselves like k'nex pieces until all the ones you've been ignoring are now a big pain katamari catching up to you' and 'i don't think extraction shooters are a good format'. It's another in the Hardspace Shipbreaker lineage of games that make their story about being abused by a corporate entity, which is always just kind of tedious to see in a game. Maybe I've just been a working adult for too long to think it's anything other than a bummer setting full of jokes that don't land. Still fun to play! Probably a good time in co-op.

Mina the Hollower

Is a top-down 2D action-adventure game very much in the style of the game boy zeldas. My intro to zelda was oracle of seasons so i'm especially susceptible to this. It's by Yacht Club Games, whose other work includes milking Shovel Knight for all it's worth and nothing else. I'm truly glad to see they're doing literally anything else. Mina the Hollower is a game about a rat girl inventor and fighter on a mission to save a cursed island. The art looks great, the movement and combat both feel terrific (and very much in keeping with the game boy style of game they're emulating) with some systems borrowed from other genres—you have estus flasks, kind of, and castlevania sub weapons, kind of—in ways that actually feel good and not just like an attempt to fit a genre mold. genuinely looking forward to this one!

Prison of Husks

is a soulslike, but not like that. A persistent woe of mine is that the sweeping majority of soulslikes aren't particularly soulslike, they're bloodbornelike. DS3-like at best. I need that Dark Souls 1 'wander around darkroot garden for several minutes and get very confused about the moving tree with a health bar' sort of flavor. That Demon's Souls 'where the fuck am i, they werent lying that swamp sure can sorrow' type of delicacy. Tromping around and only having enough stamina to attack twice, or once if you want to dodge after. Prison of Husks seems to be delivering on that, and is about a doll seeking its beloved, who is a woman. The demo truly scratched an itch and I'm looking forward to more.

Bubblegum Galaxy

isn't really for me, but I enjoyed my time with it anyway. It's a very genuinely cute game about a cat woman with a small house on her head interning at a company that makes planets by assembling tiles. Yellow flag on the 'haha, isn't work shid,' story framing, but it's a charming little puzzle game and you know it has to be doing something right because my tendency to sneer at any game calling itself 'cozy' is severe. I'd make a killer cartoon supervillain.

AEROMACHINA

absolutely fucking rips. It's a 3D platformer with some combat and exploration that mesh nicely with the platforming, and the demo is honestly more of a prologue than a demo. It has hidden optional bosses. The movement is the best I've seen in a platformer since Pseudoregalia (please don't ask me which is better i have no idea) and the upgrades you find expand on it in really gratifying ways. The combat isn't complicated but plays with itself really nicely—your little basic one-button melee combo isn't much to write home about, but when you start working in the other abilities you end up at things like combo -> end with a launcher kick -> bullet juggle -> aerial combo -> kick back to the ground. It's really fun. Terrific character design too, look at these three

[abyssalmemory]

Title: Peppermint Summary: Steven's title as "the singer" of his and Connie's relationship is challenged. Word Count: 661

Prepare for a doozie. For Glow Week day 4, I used the prompt "Nurture."

The short is also beneath the cut:

Singing had always, unequivocally, been Steven’s thing. Sure, Connie would occasionally join in softly as he belted out lyrics in the car, but those moments remained few and far between.

Steven sang to her as a child, he sang to her as a young adult, he sang as he proposed for the first time; he even sang as he proposed a second time. He sang to her baby bump, he sang at her college graduation, he sang at their wedding, he sang all throughout their honeymoon; and, most recently, he sang as they held their daughter for the first time ever.

This dynamic remained unchanged, unchallenged, for over a decade. That is, until one fateful summer night…

“Your turn, hun…” Steven sighed as an all-too-familiar wailing came blaring through the nearby baby monitor.

“On it…” Connie yawned. She practically flopped out of bed before slipping on a blue robe and a pair of falcon-shaped slippers. Lion followed her out of the room as she then shuffled over to the adjacent nursery.

As a series of ‘it’s okay’s and tender shushes made their way out of the monitor, Steven attempted dozing off once more, having been in the middle of a particularly exciting dream. Just moments before his mind could slip into unconsciousness, however, something unbelievable, absolutely unprecedented, caught his ear: his wife’s unprompted singing.

To say the absolute least, it was angelic. Actually, Steven thought, that was an understatement: it was mind-bendingly ethereal. Had she always been able to sing like that? And since when did she know entire songs in Hindi?

In that moment, he felt, everything changed about their dynamic. He was no longer the singer of the two of them. Hell, compared to her, he wasn’t even a singer. She was leagues upon leagues more talented than he could ever, in a zillion years, hope to be, no matter how little she demonstrated her skill.

His entire body flushed a deep shade of pink. Oh lord, what was happening to him? What were these thoughts he was having?

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“Morning, biscuit!” Connie beamed as she set little Gracie in her high chair. The woman produced a bottle of milk which the infant instantly ripped from her hands. “Looks like someone’s thirsty,” she snorted. “Speaking of, I made tea. Peppermint, your favorite,” she hummed.

Steven produced a warm, albeit strained, smile. “Thanks,” he nodded. He took a seat beside his daughter, who immediately attempted grabbing his curls as she downed her milk at light speed.

“Sleep well?” Connie exhaled; she placed a frog-patterned mug in her husband’s hand before leaning against the fridge, arms crossed.

Steven felt his eyes widen. “Uhm, very,” he coughed before hiding his expression behind his drink. Something must’ve given away his discomposure, however; his wife quirked a brow. The subtle resistance immediately caused any mental fortitude he possessed to explode into a billion tiny pieces. “I heard you singing last night!” he blurted before immediately burying his face behind his mug once more.

Connie pursed her lips. “Oh, uh… really?” She tapped her gem-studded wedding ring against her own frog-patterned mug. “I learned those songs from my mom,” she half-tittered before taking a sip of her drink, durian juice—she wasn’t a huge fan of coffee or tea, having been put off the latter by a certain affront to all things sacred she had drank as a twelve-year-old. “Did you…” she inhaled, “like my singing?”

“‘Like’?” Steven repeated. He slammed his drink onto the table; Gracie laughed and slammed her own cup against her high chair. “Connie, I-I wanna marry you again! C-can we please have a second wedding?” he begged. “No no, forget it,”—he slapped a palm to his face—“that wouldn’t make any sense…” He rubbed his forehead for but a moment before perking up once more. “Wait, wait,” he began, “I’ve got it!” He threw up his arms. “Let’s have another baby!”

Connie simply blinked.

Lisa Maheswaran-Universe was born ten months later.

[meat-pvppet]

I got 3 piercings (im about to explode into a zillion pieces this shit HURTS)

[redactedwriting]

My lifeguard job allows me a lot of time to daydream okay and I need to share lol

But like what if Pete got a job at the same pool and he’s like “oh shit you’re hot” and tries to impress you in increasingly ridiculous ways. Like trying to flex casually but it is very obviously not casual at all. Reading this back got me thinking that this sounds like Joe too, BUT what if it’s all four of them trying to impress you at the same time?? Many thoughts to think about

Oh my god fob lifeguards……..no bc there is something so sexy about the classic red and white fit…….im sorry for sexualizing you and your people but i speak on behalf of Me when i say that lifeguards are just hot.

pete and joe in the little short red trunks with that floatie thing on their lap or slung on their back……pete gets the chair and joe and andy get the waterslide (joe on the top and andy in the pool at the bottom) and patrick gets a chair too <3 lord andy in those little red trunks too…..would patrick go shirtless or wear a white t/tank…………lord. god fuck lmfao. idk which is worse, tummy and chest out for god and the world, or little tufts of chest hair peeking out the collar of a t shirt/tank…………..i’m gonna drown brb. yeah don’t worry about saving me its all good

they’d all make eyes at you throughout the shift and maybe pete would swim up to you on a break and flirt and you like explode into a zillion pieces

[chokkito]

Clown what if I write Langeline fanfic... What do you think abt it... Do U want anything particular cuz I can write almost anything about these two.... *rubs my hands together devilishly*

BORIS....BORIS.....*I EXPLODE INTO A ZILLION PIECES* PLEASE DO IT....PLEASE IM GRRGRRRR VIOLENTLY SHAKING YOI AROIND!!!!

AND WELL ANYTHING PARTICULAR HMMMM i dont have, it depends on the genre...But if its angst just know that Angeline is pretty scared of meaningful relationships because of. You know. Her ex-husband being a completely lunatic and her whole life being just her being kicked around

BUT EHEHEEHEHEHE *TWIRLS HAIR* CANT WAIT TO SEE WHAT YOU WILL WRITE!!!!/GEN

[bonetrousled]

my fucking coworker didnt show up again so im going to be by myself from 3 to close in Retail. what if i exploded into a zillion pieces what fucking then

[partyniko]

HELP CHAT I HAVENT DOEN ANY OF MY ARTFIGHT REFS IM SCREAMING AND EXPLODING INTO A ZILLION PIECES

thanx for all the notes on the amane art though.. (and my first follower!) holay molay :0

[blog-sekai]

RIP Vivid BAD SQUAD you all would have loved Hot To Go by Chappell Roan

[orangelovesyoumore]

EXPLODES INTO A ZILLION PIECES EVERYONE LOOKS SO PRETTY AAA,,,, THANK YOU SO MUCH !!! I LOVE IT AHAVSHSEJEBSUWJ EXPLODES 🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷

Here are your ocs!! Sorry if it's a bit messy but I wanted to finish them quickly otherwise I would have returned them in a very long time. I hope you guys like it! These oc's are all very original and the designs are incredible I love it (´｡• ω •｡`)

(First time doing this)

@spidelily

@sleepydevil

@eaterovworlds

@noev-the-butcher

@orangelovesyoumore

@amazingbananabread

[legendarybeautyprotibalarina]

i want to explode you into 500 million billion trillion zillion pieces

WHAT THE PYON !!!

[sparklecarehospital-archive]

I honestly can't wait for barruni to become real in the comic<\3 I love everything else but I'm also very excited to see them fall in love !!

It's gonna be a bit before it actually becomes real in canon but.......that does not mean there won't be Barruni content in the comic before they're actually a couple :D

[bogleech]

Well see, he meant that when rich people die they instantly get thrown into a giant pit of lava and little red devil guys where they scream forever because of the horrible pain of their magically infinite meat frying off their bones and it lasts trillions and zillions of years forever times infinity which is exactly proportionately what they deserve and it’s very funny and great and it would just be nice if it were true and real with a live streaming feed so I could fall asleep cozy to the sound of billionaires screeching in unimaginable agony as their eyeballs boil and their guts explode and some kind of sick ass dragon gnaws them to pieces but they just keep growing back. Jesus meant to say all of this but he shortened it a little because he got really hung up on wondering what a live stream is.

[orangelovesyoumore]

UAHW8WH28WHE8EU CATERINA NY GURL OMGNEISBAIBWIE FUMKING EXPLODES INTO A ZILLION PIECES OF SPARKLES UEUEUE I LOVE RHIS SO MUCH TYANHK YOUUUUU

7th oc is Caterina by @orangelovesyoumore :3

[iknaenmal]

Un. Fucking. Unapples your juice. Apple juicen't. Apple juice begone. Sending apple juice to the shadow realm. No more apple juice for 100000000 years.

Because what if you mistake dave stider for. Apply jice bc hes only one (1) apple juice tall and you accidentally drink him :(

NOOOO NOOO GIVE IT BACK!!!! I DONT CARE I DONT CARE I JUSG WANT APPLY JICE PLEASE ......... EXPLODES INTO ZILLIONS OF TINY PIECES

[anarkittyuwuuniverse]

"It can feel special, understandably, to adopt a label around which to frame one’s identity, if not outright cool. And the internet rewards it: “Whereas a therapist might question the usefulness of identifying oneself as permanently aligned with whatever struggle one is experiencing, engagement-driven platforms help frame conditions as points of identity, badges of honor,” explains Isabel Munson in a piece on Real Life. People in our own lives may reward it, too: As writer and TikToker Rayne Fisher-Quann pointed out, friends and family tend to be much more forgiving and understanding when you can excuse behavior using a label, as opposed to trying to articulate the complexities of the human mind at any particular moment.

Treating mental illness like subculture, though, can have unintended consequences. Just a few days ago, I was served a TikTok ad for a direct-to-consumer startup centered on delivering cutely branded ADHD medicine to your door. Was this an ad targeted to me based on what TikTok assumes? Or was this sent out to the general public, implying that there are enough people on TikTok who have or think they have ADHD to make the ad a worthwhile investment?

In a story on internet pathologization for i-D, James Greig writes that easily categorizable people are also easy to market to. “While there is genuine support out there and a lot of good intentions, it’s worth bearing in mind that some of the people involved in pushing these diagnoses have a vested interest in doing so,” he writes. (Consider the zillions of products that claim to quell anxiety, a market that’s exploded over the past decade.)" -https://www.vox.com/the-goods/2021/9/30/22696338/pathologizing-adhd-autism-anxiety-internet-tiktok-twitter