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[bananafishdepression]

I like overthinking about main character's signature colors that they mostly wear so let's dig in

Ash- color red. Red is the color of passion, burning fire. Someone who's red coded is described to be hot headed, without much patience. Ash is sometimes seen wearing red jackets or hoodies, but most of the time he wears red converse. Red can also be color of love, and we know Ash doesn't really care if somebody hurts him as long as his loved ones are safe.

He also wears green, a color that isn't excatly the opposite of red but red cancells out green. Green is the color of envy, like how Ash envies Eiji for being able to fly and run away from his problems. Therefore, Ash mostly wears green around Eiji only.

Mostly, he wears a lot of white and I think that's a interesting choice. Someone said it's easy to wash off blood if it's stained on white fabric, but I like to think how Ash is such a dark character with a horrible past and yet, his body features are very light, as well as his clothing choices, where Eiji's the complete opposite, having dark features and his clothing choices that are mostly in darker colors.

Eiji- blue. Blue is the opposite of red, and naturally Eiji is the very opposite of Ash. He's calm, kind and honest. Blue is the color of waves that extinguishe hot fire, just like Eiji's warmness and honesty that made Ash feel safe and complete. But, blue is also the color of sadness, which followed Eiji years after Ash's death.

He also likes pink! Pink is a shade of red, showing he can be as stubborn and obstinate like Ash, but not as much as him. It shows he can be like Ash at some moments, but he still keeps his true personality and doesn't really look up to him, he rather wishes to be on the same page as him even thought that's probably impossible.

And like Ash, he wears a lot of green too. Eiji also envies Ash, for being able to stand up on his feet all by himself when he falls down, while he literally had Ibe drag him to USA to recover from his depression. Besides envy, green is also a color of comfort. Green brings us peace, like watching nature that makes us calm down. Green is also a combination of blue and yellow. Blue is his signature color, and yellow is the color of happiness and innocence (kinda ironic how he represents happiness and depression at the same time)

[unfortunate--moth]

alright gang i wasnt able to finish this one shot today but i definitely will be able to tomorrow

[writeouswriter]

[inkskinned]

because sometimes there are invisible tests and invisible rules and you're just supposed to ... know the rule. someone you thought of as a friend asks you for book recommendations, so you give her a list of like 30 books, each with a brief blurb and why you like it. later, you find out she screenshotted the list and send it out to a group chat with the note: what an absolute freak can you believe this. you saw the responses: emojis where people are rolling over laughing. too much and obsessive and actually kind of creepy in the comments. you thought you'd been doing the right thing. she'd asked, right? an invisible rule: this is what happens when you get too excited.

you aren't supposed to laugh at your own jokes, so you don't, but then you're too serious. you're not supposed to be too loud, but then people say you're too quiet. you aren't supposed to get passionate about things, but then you're shy, boring. you aren't supposed to talk too much, but then people are mad when you're not good at replying.

you fold yourself into a prettier paper crane. since you never know what is "selfish" and what is "charity," you give yourself over, fully. you'd rather be empty and over-generous - you'd rather eat your own boundaries than have even one person believe that you're mean. since you don't know what the thing is that will make them hate you, you simply scrub yourself clean of any form of roughness. if you are perfect and smiling and funny, they can love you. if you are always there for them and never admit what's happening and never mention your past and never make them uncomfortable - you can make up for it. you can earn it.

don't fuck up. they're all testing you, always. they're tolerating you. whatever secret club happened, over a summer somewhere - during some activity you didn't get to attend - everyone else just... figured it out. like they got some kind of award or examination that allowed them to know how-to-be-normal. how to fit. and for the rest of your life, you've been playing catch-up. you've been trying to prove that - haha! you get it! that the joke they're telling, the people they are, the manual they got- yeah, you've totally read it.

if you can just divide yourself in two - the lovable one, and the one that is you - you can do this. you can walk the line. they can laugh and accept you. if you are always-balanced, never burdensome, a delight to have in class, champagne and glittering and never gawky or florescent or god-forbid cringe: you can get away with it.

you stare at your therapist, whom you can make jokes with, and who laughs at your jokes, because you are so fucking good at people-pleasing. you smile at her, and she asks you how you're doing, and you automatically say i'm good, thanks, how are you? while the answer swims somewhere in your little lizard brain:

how long have you been doing this now? mastering the art of your body and mind like you're piloting a puppet. has it worked? what do you mean that all you feel is... just exhausted. pick yourself up, the tightrope has no net. after all, you're cheating, somehow, but nobody seems to know you actually flunked the test. it's working!

aren't you happy yet?

[rafesweetie]

need a jealous bsf!rafe x reader where he is possessive and doesn’t want other guys touching her even though he touches other girls, so she is basically over it and at a party, she dances on another guy and he gets mad

౨ৎ in which bsf!rafe just can’t help wanting to protect you.

you were done with rafe cameron. you’ve decided it. he was your best friend, sure, but he was controlling, mean, overly protective, and he acted like he owned you or something. so you were completely done with him, forever.

this is the third time you’ve promised yourself that, and news flash — you never dropped him.

it wasn’t your fault, you try to tell yourself every time. he just wouldn’t let you leave him, shutting you up whenever you’d even try and be reasonable with him, yelling louder than you or slamming his palm over your mouth. but a little part of you knows that you like the attention. you like that rafe cares so much about you, even if it does ruin your chances of getting a boyfriend. today is the day that you break the pattern though, and rebel against his constant authority.

parties are where rafe thrives. he’s like a celebrity, it always wonders you how much people love him. during parties, he keeps less of an eye on you, assuming you’re just busy gossiping with your friends. but little does he know, you’ve found a boy — it wasn’t often you’d get the opportunity to chat with a boy that wasn’t rafe, and you were loving every second of it. you felt so free from your friend’s gaze, listening to the boy talk, his deep voice vibrating your brain.

but the issue was, the boy was boring. he didn’t talk about cool things, like dirtbikes or his life or death adventures or money. you hated to say it, but he just wasn’t rafe. your mind kept flashing back to him, how much more you smile and enjoy his company. maybe rafe was right. you just didn’t need boys when you have him.

you’re so close to excusing yourself from the boy, going back to rafe’s arm and giggling with him and talking with your faces really close together. you glance back to where he is, ready to retreat, until you see it. you see her.

you’re not sure who she is, but she bothers you. her hair is so gorgeous and healthy, and you can’t see her face from behind but she must be gorgeous. her arm is on rafe’s bicep — your bicep, the one you always hang onto while you’re walking with rafe. you hate that you’re jealous. rafe’s your friend, not your boyfriend, you have no reason to be. but it’s like you can’t control it, your rage, and before you know it, you’re blinking back any potential tears and touching on this boy — this stranger — like there’s no tomorrow. tyla is blasting through the speakers, and yours and these boy’s hands are all over each other’s bodies. you really hope rafe sees you like this, drunk off the smirnoff pink lemonades and enjoying another mans company.

it really doesn’t take long for him to notice. he’s so predictable. shrugging the girls hand off of him, rushing over to his dear friend to get her away from this lowlife.

usually he’d reason with you. coax you away from the boy nicely and lecture you. but he’d had a few beers and a line of coke and he was in no mood for politeness. a rough hand pushes the boy away by the chest, and rafe isn’t muttering a word to anyone, grabbing your wrist and stomping away with you stumbling behind.

he pushes you into a spare bedroom, the first private place he could find. sitting you on the edge of the bed, he starts pacing in front of you and rubbing his face as if this was hurting his head. it’s like your brain flicks a switch, back to “rafe rafe rafe” as you’re sat there with tears brimming your eyes, fiddling with your manicure as you bat your eyelashes up at him, remembering the girl flirting with him, and now you making him mad, and now he’s got you in a puddle of guilt.

“shit— it’s like, you never do what i say, huh?” he mutters, still pacing. “you know i do everything to protect you, kid. you even know who that fuckin’ guy was? no, m’sure you don’t, cause you don’t think. thought by now my voice would be in your pretty head, there to help you make some smart decisions every once in a while. but nah, nah, you see one other boy and it’s back to square one with you,”

you go to speak, glossy lips parting, but he shuts you up with a quick “no”, and stopping pacing to go kneel in front of you.

“everything i do — for you, okay? for you. my girl,” he often calls you that, it makes you weak every time. he grabs your hands. “stop fiddling, paid for this polish.” you stop instantly. “i know— i know you think that my protectiveness is, uh, stupid, but i need to be like this, or you’re gonna get hurt. i know you, baby. i need to be all over you for you to even have a slight awareness to not do stupid things. so i do take some ownership over you in that sense—“

you cut him off, muttering a, “don’t want you to take ownership.”

he huffs. “yeah, but i do, so…” he shrugs. “you’re mine. my friend, my girl. so i don’t like it when someone else touches my girl, or when you’re the one intiating it. makes me so fuckin’ angry, kid, makes me wanna, like—“ he cuts himself off. “so i need you to knock it off.”

you wanna argue so badly, but your brain turns to mush around him. so you sniffle and nod hesitantly.

“no, i want a ‘yes rafe.’ need your words.”

“i just think that—“ you try.

he cuts you off. “yes rafe. say it with me.”

“..yes, rafe.” you both say.

he squeezes your hands and gets up. “yeah, there you go, good girl. now do you, uh, need a minute, fix your makeup, or d’you wanna go back down there and hang out with me?”

your hand goes to his bicep as you stand up with him, and a ghost of a smile appears on his lips. “wanna go with you,” you say softly, leaning into him a bit.

“yeah, that’s what i thought.”

[neptunym]

weirdos

[shawtuzi]

this is just a little tease to see how ppl like it—feedback is always appreciated and encouraged <333 but anyways this is 18+ so mdni thank yew (boarder credit @/bernardsbendystraws

“g-guys,” you mewled against choso’s lips, gasping when he slithered his tongue into your drooling mouth. a groan rumbled in his chest when he felt your bare breasts push into him. armin was sloppily leaving kisses all across your neck, the smell of your strawberry poundcake scented perfume making him dizzy.

“jus’ shut up for a sec o-okay? we wanna play with you” you felt the tickle of armin’s lips against your neck. you felt utterly powerless as the two man groped you as if you were nothing but a toy—in this case i guess you were in a way.

armin’s hands were now palming at your breasts, his skilled fingers tweaking your sensitive nipples. you used choso’s broad shoulders to keep you steady as he sucked on your tongue, the wispy hairs from his disheveled bun tickling your face. “she’s tastes like strawberries,” choso moaned against your mouth, his teeth nibbling on your bottom lip.

“here have a taste.”

choso forced your head to face armin’s, his lips immediately smashing into yours. his tongue slithered into your mouth, swirling around yours, he chuckled lowly against your lips before pulling away. “so sweet,” he panted, running his index and middle finger over your lips before shoving them into your mouth. you gagged around the digits, hot tears springing to your lash line.

you jumped when you heard a thud against the door. armin pulled your backside closely into in his front, choso stepping forward to be just as close to you. “someone’s gunna hear usss,” you whined, bucking your hips forward when you felt armin’s slender fingers toy with the waistband on your panties.

“good i hope t-they d-do,” armin couldn’t contain the whine that slipped past his lips when he felt the warmth of your panty clad cunt press against the semi in his jeans.

you were supposed to be enjoying the party outside, dancing the night away with your two boyfriends but they had . . . other ideas.

they were insatiable when it came to you—always craving the tangy taste of your cum on their lips or the wet, tight heat of your pussy around their dicks. they were virgins when they became your boyfriends so of course the three of you were practically joined at the hip. they always craved you it didn’t matter what time of day it was, and you gave in every time bc you just couldn’t say no to those pouty lips and cloudy eyes.

“you’re makin’ me so hard babe,” choso chuckled breathlessly, his teeth clamping onto his kiss swollen lip. his eyes practically had hearts in them as he watched armin fondle you, his poor cock straining painfully against his zipper :((

choso’s nose scrunched up when he felt your hand stroke him over his jeans. “m’sorry cho lemme help you,” your words were slurred, completely drunk on the two men as you finally decided to just give into their neediness. “y-you’re the best girlfriend ever,” choso sniffled, his hips now rocking into your hand.

“just the bestttt,” armin groaned, sliding his pretty, thick dick between your thighs. you hadn’t even noticed he unzipped his pants, but you certainly weren’t complaining. the way his pudgy tip knocked against your covered clit had you mewling, itching to touch choso more. “o-oh minnie,” you gasped, now fumbling with choso’s zipper with shaky hands.

choso let out a high pitched whimper when he felt your hand finally wrap around his dick, your thumb swiping over his leaky slit. “see . . . i-i wanna see,” choso huffed, his veiny hands roughly yanking up your mini dress. the sight of armin’s dick peeking from between your silky thighs had his mouth watering.

“make his dick wetter babe, c’man lemme—lemme show you,” you squeaked when armin dipped his hand in your panties, collecting your essence on his fingers. “fuck she feels so swollen,” armin growled into your ear, his fingers rubbing teasing circles over your clit taking his hand out.

“o-oh!” choso’s hips jerked forward when he felt another hand on his cock, his eyes fluttering shut when he felt your wetness being rubbed along the base. “now do it,” armin spoke softly, his hands now settling on your hips to create a steady rhythm. as much as he loved being inside you, feeling your thick, petal soft thighs around his dick made him high without even partaking in drugs.

you were stroking choso’s cock with both hands now, a sigh of relief leaving your lips when you felt him pull your panties to the side. “ohhhh fu—huck,” armin’s thighs tensed when he suddenly greeted by your hot cunt, your wetness dribbling all over his dick. “feels better now hm?” choso cooed, using his freehand to grip your jaw.

“s-so much better cho ᢉ𐭩”

[feelo-fick]

it can't be too hard right?

it's easy not to think about things, he tells me i don't think all the time! wait...

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a scene from a fic that i have no clue if ill finish, let alone post, but look i made fanart of my own thing that doesnt even exist :D

[gammija]

tiefling jon's first day at the Archives

[deerspherestudios]

Hellow!!! Its been almost year for know mushroom oasis and I really really enjoyed day3…🥹 like rive my shirts and cry out in pain…..❤️‍🔥🍄 AND END OF DAY3 i noticed the cutie from next door was……. Not.. death alma from left your sprits

I REALLY LOVE THAT GAME TOO AND LOVE ALMA TOO so my heart was beating so much

And soon I remember something I wanted to ask about college and Alma! Is the college (of MC and vida) have drom? If they have drom alma can they appear in that building too? If MC can live there and Alma can appear, I want to draw of them watching movies all day in the dark or staying all night talking about themselves when roommate is not there! Or roommate got scared of drom room because Alma appeared in there room like this... (I made a little doodle of it!). 

Btw i really want to thank you and your team for made amazing games!! It was really good memories and im so exciting to see more scripts and story of mushroom oasis or another games🥹 I will wating for new projects and scripts patiently!!!💕💕 ((Sorry if sentence looks messy english not my first language ㅠ////ㅠ) ))

Thank you so much for the support!! Omg,, that would be so in character for Alma, ngl. If they found out you were living close by they'd definitely will themselves to visit.

The thing is, the college building is based off of the one I went to during my studies, and it was basically one tall building in the middle of the city consisting of 35 (if I recall correctly) floors. The student dorms are a 15-20 minute public commute away.

But! Since LYS was such an open-ended game and hardly went into detail about what the rest of the campus looks like, I'd say the scenario above is definitely possible! :-)

[slavhew]

boys cry. real men weep.

[crybaby-bkg]

you have no clue why you even signed up for something like this. it was a stupid fucking idea, and could cause so many problems and issues and—god, were there always this many people on your campus?

your school is having a fundraising event, and you’ve somehow gotten roped into doing the kissing booth. it started off innocently enough, but as the night went on and the people started getting drunker, you were growing tired of it all. you were looking for some reprieve; the other girl who was supposed to show up hours ago, is now nowhere to be found.

"Oh would you look at that, Suguru?" comes an infuriating voice, one you don't even wanna look up and greet. "Our last stop is about to make our whole night better." Satoru's voice is a purr, makes goosebumps crawl over your skin. you can't help the exaggerated roll of your eyes when you finally look up and greet the two evil little shit heads.

"I hate you both with every fiber of my being." you state plainly. Satoru feigns surprise, a hand on his chest as he gasps at you. Suguru only rolls his eyes with a small smirk, crossing his arms as he looks down his nose at you.

"I haven't even said anything, yet." Suguru teases, uncrossing his arms to lean against the front of the booth. Satoru matches his position, both of their too wide frames blocking out anyone behind them. it shadows the inside of the too small booth, makes you frown at them as you flip them both off.

"Either kiss me, or get the fuck out of my line." you hiss at them, but they only reduce you to a mere fussy little house cat. Satoru coos at you, reaching through to pinch your cheek as you try to quickly swat him away. Suguru takes that time to pull out a wad of cash, entirely too much for your one dollar per kiss sign.

"Gluttonous," you murmur with a shake of your head, reapplying your lipgloss for the nth time that night. They look ravenous at the sight, both grinning like evil little imps, childish in how they try to slightly push the other one out of the way to be first. Suguru, not one for the childish antics, lets Satoru first, but you can't help yourself to fuck with the white haired man.

"Nah, he's first since he's the one paying." you shrug, watch the way Satoru's face falls at your words. Suguru pushes him without preamble, despite Satoru's whines about fairness and favoritism. his words go in one ear and out the other as you step up to Suguru, barely able to tell him the rules before he's pulling you in by the collar of your shirt.

his lips are softer than you expect, his kiss gentle in the way he presses his lips to your own. he's not greedy, but he does breathe against your mouth when you press against him a little harder than you probably should. after spotting the gap between your mouths, does Satoru interrupt, inserting himself between the two of you, pulling you to him with both hands on your cheeks.

now his lips are much juicier than you expect, and with a nip to his bottom lip, you already know that he's wearing your watermelon flavored lip balm. he grins against you, greedy, already running the soft pad of his tongue along the seam of your lips.

Suguru takes you back though, with a possessive hand on your nape, bringing your mouth to his own once more. he consumes you, sharp teeth pulling at your bottom lip with a tug, soothing over the sting with a lick of his wet muscle, gasping when he's tugged away from you once more. Satoru again, this time the greedy bastards slides his tongue into your mouth successfully through your surprised agape lips.

the fight continues on for entirely too long, as people behind them begin to complain. Satoru only flips them off, Suguru showing off the wad of cash, indicating they're determined to get every single kiss they paid for. Rich pricks.

They share you when they both get too desperate, their mouths on yours, on each others. someone's tongue runs across your gums, and someone else's teeth nibbles at the corner of your mouth. Suguru pushes the back of your head in Satoru's direction to deepen your kiss, his spit trailing from his mouth down your throat. Satoru guides Suguru by his bun to swallow your moans when he decides to nip at your throat.

you're standing on your toes, desperate to keep up with their addictive mouths when there's suddenly a clearing of someone's throat behind you. you rip away from their mouths, a thick string of saliva connecting you to them both, as it snaps away when you turn your head quickly. oh. its your replacement.

"get outta here," she murmurs with a smile when your dazed look keeps you rooted in place.

"yeah, we're not done paying for our kisses yet." Satoru complains on the other side of the booth, slightly breathless, his lips swollen and pink. Suguru is in no better condition than him, his bun halfway fallen out of its place, his bottom lip plush from your biting. you finally snap to reality as you start to quickly gather your stuff, squeezing your replacements hip as she gives you that kind of look.

"I'm breaking up with both of them," you mutter to her, ignoring both of your boys' complaints and snickers. she only laughs at you as she applies her lipgloss, turning to the next person behind the two.

"sure, that's what you said last week." she teases, and you can only flip her off as you make your way out of the booth. you're barely out before you're being swept up in a myriad of unrelenting kisses from your boyfriends.

"Never take a job like that again," Satoru whines, rubbing his cheek against your own like some overgrown cat. Suguru only agrees quietly, stealing another kiss from you before they whisk you off to cover you in kisses on another pair of lips for the night.

[orcaking]

* Under Your Touch *

[ID: A digital illustration of a gay trans couple making out, framed by multiple panels. The center illustration is the couple full body in each other’s laps while kissing. One is fully nude, the other wearing boxer briefs. On the left and top of the drawing is two panels featuring leaves and white flowers. On the right the panel is split in two, showing different cropped images of the couple kissing gently. The bottom panel is a close up of one of the figures chests, showcasing their top surgery scars, and the other figure’s mouth licking fluid from their sternum. The piece is done in warm blush tones, with a deep teal background around the panels/. End ID]

[inkskinned]

okay is she being actually immature or is it just a woman over 30 expressing a human experience you find to be immature.

like yeah. at certain ages... let shit go. im not defending the real immature shit. im not defending the karen you're picturing. i worked in retail i hate those people too. (once somebody got mad at me because she didn't like how our winter window decor was a snowman smoking a pipe. i wish i was joking).

but men at 57 will write books about how 17 year old girls are soooo sexy. they will invent worlds where women have to be naked for "armor reasons." they will write songs that treat women as objects. people rush to defend them. meanwhile a woman at 35 will be like "heartbreak is hard, actually" or "i feel betrayed by a friend" or "i am struggling with something emotionally." immediately people will say stuff like this woman is 35 by the way. by the way this woman is SO OLD to be experiencing this. BY THE WAY.

im 31, almost 32. the other day a poet was blasted online because at her "big age", she had written a poem about feeling unloved. top comment was "this woman is 29 by the way." this woman is too old to still be useful, by the way. she has to behave better . maybe if she was a good wife and mother she could stop existing loudly, and the story could continue on without her. this woman has served her purpose, by the way. she's so cringe, by the way. at 29 - so old! - she still hasn't figured out that her existence should be one of shame.

[xxplastic-cubexx]

Chat have we discussed drunk chess with cherik cause i just think. That would be the darnedest silliest thing they could do

[grasslandgirl]

if dreams can't come true, then why not pretend?

happy otgw anniversary everyone <333 this is a long-standing beloved tradition of mine, to rewatch over the garden wall (and usually other YouTube videos/movies/shows as well) and do a little painting for one of my favorite shows as I watch in honor of the season !! I like how this one came out (even though I still like my quicky sketch I did first a little better) and I can't wait to do it again next year !! xoxox