#idk how to add a readmore on mobile sorry

[pieartsystuff]

Mutual Aid: Building Solidarity During This Crisis (and the Next) by Dean Spade (2021) is an amazing book for organizing but ever since I read this beautiful little section, I've repeatedly tried and failed to internalize it. I am gonna keep trying, because it seems like such a useful tool for emotional health on a community and personal level.

Transcription:

What Else Is True?

When we find ourselves obsessing over an opinion, story, or judgment, it can often be helpful to ask, “What else is true?” For example, when conflict is emerging and we have strong feelings, we might ask:

• What else is true about this person/group/space? Can I think of any of their positive qualities? Can I think of any way that I benefit from their actions? In addition to what they did that I dislike, are there also other experiences that show a more full picture, demonstrate good intentions, or balance any vengeful feelings toward this person?

• Might there be things I’m unaware of that are contributing to this situation or behavior?

• What else is true about my life that counterbalances this situation? What else is in my life? What percentage of my time is spent in this space or with this person? What else do I do and have? Does this situation feel like it occupies 80 percent of my mind space, while this group actually only takes up 5 percent of my week? If I am afraid of what this person thinks of me, can I think of other people who I know that admire, care about, and respect me?

• Is this situation or person my responsibility? Is this something I can control? If not, can I imagine letting go, even just 5 percent or 10 percent, to gain some peace of mind?

• Are there ways that I am particularly activated by this that might have to do with my own history and experiences? Are there ways to give myself attention or care around these wounds?

• Are there any ways that I am stepping into a familiar role with my strong feelings about this person? In my inner reality, did I cast us into roles that relate to my family of origin or other formative groups?

[the-dashing-miss-ollandre]

basically in linguistics vowels (i know they use strange symbols, i’ll mostly deal with [a], [e], [i], [o], [u], which are pronounced roughly like in spanish) are typically organised in a shape like this

which can be imagined as an abstract view of the inside of a mouth in profile. the x-axis corresponds to where the tongue is in the mouth, or frontness (when you say [u] or [o] your tongue is back in your mouth, when you say [i] or [e] it’s in the front). the y-axis corresponds to how open the mouth is, or height (when you say [i] or [u] your mouth is nearly closed, and when you say [a] your mouth is about as open as it can be. the former are also called high by convention)

diphthongs are a type of sound that exists in many languages, including most dialects of modern english, where one vowel sound smothly transitions into another. these are ALMOST ALWAYS closing diphthongs, which go from an open vowel to a higher vowel, e.g. the general american pronunciations of eye [ai] and ow [au]. a few languages, like i believe finnish, instead have opening diphthongs, like [ie] or [uo]. some languages may even have both types!

but for SOME REASON, old english had neither of these types (i should clarify btw, old english is like the oldest ancestor of modern english that was spoken in britain. the people who spoke it were contemporaries of the vikings afaik). they still had three diphthongs though, [æɑ], [eo], and [iu], but notice how none of those change height? i don’t know of any other language like that so i just think it’s really neat!

old english is the only language i know that exclusively has height-harmonised diphthongs. this has nothing to do with anything i just thought about that and wanted to tell someone bc i think it’s cool sorry if it is nonsense to you i can explain more if you’d like

i dont really know what this means but i can imagine and it sound genuinely fascinating, please do go on

[mchi22]

idk how to put a readmore on mobile so i cant hide my splatoon rambling this time sorry

IM ON DESKTOP NOW DW

so the splatoonjp twitter posted this pic showing some stuff for lockers thats getting added next update and first and foremost: C-SIDE POSTER!!!!!!!! i hope and pray they add more splatband posters but im not holding my breath

this locker in particular is notable to me for a few reasons. it has a squid sisters sticker, which hopefully means we'll get more inkopolis-based locker items. theres also a sticker of just the Deco logo, which is interesting. the 2 posters on the top of the locker can also be seen in cooler heads, as i highlighted in another post

and i could be wrong, but im pretty sure the little red dudes on the locker appear as a mascot in one of the videos that plays on the animated billboards in the plaza. which would make sense, as the same could be said of monkey crab, who has multiple locker cosmetics

edit: they do, heres a video

[thecoolertails]

wild how sonic frontiers is basically sonic of the colossus and not just in the obvious way

(idk how to add a readmore on mobile so here's a spoiler warning now because these are big spoilers)

the protagonist journeys to a mysterious, ancient, isolated land that has been virtually untouched by the outside world for millennia, where unbeknownst to him an ancient evil is sealed away. the protag's driving goal is to bring back someone(s) he loves, and is guided by the disembodied voice of the ancient evil (which he doesn't know the true intentions of) to defeat giant guardians keeping the evil sealed-- though the protag is defeating them under the guise of reviving that/those someone(s).

over the course of the game as the protag progresses toward his goal, he becomes corrupted and contaminated as a result of his mission. the weight of what he's doing hangs on him physically, but despite this he continues on anyway because to him his own well-being is irrelevant compared to the importance of his task. this finally culminates in the protag being completely overcome with the consequences of his sacrifice and enters a state that isn't death but something worse, which coincides with the release of the sealed evil. despite the ulterior motives of the evil being, the one(s) who the protag set out to bring back are successfully revived -- but only at a point where the protag himself has succumbed to his fate and has no way of knowing that he has succeeded in his goal.

of course, sonic frontiers is in no way as tragic as shadow of the colossus, and sonic's friends give sonic the power to come back and defeat the end and they all have a happy ending. but even then, you could see that moment as analogous to the girl (i don't remember her name lol sorry) adopting the horned baby at the end of sotc. both are forms of rebirth and represent a sort of redemption or second chance for the protagonist

[myxinidaes]

CUTE PICREW ALERTTTTT

Idk how to add readmores on mobile sorry but anyways. Made me dudes.

[neilpatrickhorse]

Story time:

Called out of work because of foot pain. Can barely get out of bed. Fuckboy keeps hitting me up begging for me to come over.

After a while I figure getting to the bus and shit won't be too hard with my foot, and I might as well get paid a little today. Start the hr+ journey to his apt. It starts raining. It's not supposed to be raining. There are more transfers than I anticipated. I didn't bring a coat because it wasn't supposed to rain.

Get there. He takes a hit of his bong and doesn't offer me anything. His room is filthy. I suck his dick. He keeps begging to fuck. I tell him he can pay me more (already c*shapp'd me when I got there). He tells me he's broke. I don't believe him. Whatever. Keep going, he keeps begging, and I've done this with him before so there's a bit of trust there. Tell him the amount to pay me when his paycheck hits. We finish. He immediately gets on his phone and ignores me. I catch the bus home.

Fast forward a week.

I hit him up asking if he got paid yet. He said he has and wants me to come over so we can "lay again" and he'll pay me then. I ask him why he can't just send me what he owes me. He says he got paid in cash (he's a bouncer so he gets paid under the table a lot) so he'll just give it to me when I come over next.

I'm pretty sure this asshole gave me herpes, since that's something I've suddenly tested positive for. Apparently condoms don't protect against it. Fuck my life. I don't want to see him again regardless. I ask him when he got tested last. He says last month why. I tell him. He asks if I gave it to him. I tell him he gave it to me since I know his dick is lumpy. He claims that he's had it checked and it's nothing. I don't believe him. He says he'll get checked but that as soon as I'm not sick I should hit him up. (I have the flu right now). I tell him to just deposit some cash and send me my money as soon as he can.

He hasn't responded.

So basically this piece of shit that gave me (and my kind-of boyfriend(who knows what I do it's not a problem)) genital herpes. Which is a lifelong thing. And is now holding the chunk of money hostage until he sees me again.

I'm gonna keep his info and bother him until he pays me. And then I'm not fucking with his trash bag ass again.

Remind me to delete this entire post later.

[elementalladymallorie]

I've got more flower connections. This time FCG.

I wanted to stick with one, but what found for my first thought was not entirely perfect, but my second thought wasn't either so I'm using both and picking the most matching parts.

So for FCG I think it's Daisy and Begonias.

Daisies represent Innocence and Purity.

FCG is probably the most innocent of the bunch, mostly due to the missing memories and their general demeanor. The purity for daisy's I believe relates more towards love, but I think still works for FCG as well given how much he cares for his friends.

Daisies also mean Cheerfulness and New Beginnings.

FCG's whole personality is cheerful! They keep up a positive outlook and greet people with a 'Smiley day.' FCG got a new beginning after what happened with Dancer and the rest of their crew. And I'm sure they believe that the Bells are new beginning for everyone involved.

Begonias can represent Harmony and Gratitude

FCG wants their friends to be in a state of harmony, and I saw one thing say harmonious communication between friends and family. Fitting for the group therapist. FCG also seems to be the type to be grateful for just about everything.

Begonia's also represent Uniqueness, Caution, and misfortune.

FCG is a very unique automaton as we've learned. There's now a level of caution with them and the whole murderbot side and what could cause it. Poor things been followed by misfortune now, and has recently faced another.

Both plants are also used in medicinal practices!

Daisies are used to make poultice and begonias help with headaches and burns. FCG's the healer. Plus daisies are the sacred flower of the Norse goddess Freya, and FCG is a cleric which normally answer to some higher power.

There's probably something to also be said about the phrases 'pushing up daisies ' and 'fresh as a daisy' in relation to Letters.

(Laudna), (Orym), (Ashton), (Fearne), (Imogen), (Chetney), (Laudna pt.2)

[julek]

The sun filters through the curtains slowly, almost timidly, and Eskel feels the warmth on his face before he can see it.

He shifts on the bed, snuggling further down the blankets, seeking their warmth and comfort for a while longer. The first few weeks at the keep had been long and exhausting, full of roofs and walls expecting to be repaired, animals demanding to be seen to, and meats waiting to be curated. It was routine, and one he enjoyed tending to, but every year the cold and the weariness seemed to seep into his veins and set into his bones with more stubbornness than before. Now, as most of the work has been done and only his usual, less demanding chores await, he can indulge in the soft weight of the sheets against his bare skin, the quiet sounds of the keep grounding him.

There’s a muted noise at his side, muffled by a pillow. Geralt’s laying on his stomach, his hair long and not quite shining against the early morning light, white and soft where it meets the line of his spine. Eskel gently traces his cheekbone, feeling the warmth of Geralt’s arm where it’s resting, over his stomach. He knows the Witcher is awake, no matter how hard he tries to deny it; even though his lifestyle demands it, Geralt’s never been fond of waking so early. Now, safe and tucked away in a fortress lost between mountains, he finally gets to truly rest his body, adjusting to the gentler pace of the winter life.

“Good morning,” Eskel murmurs, his voice thick with sleep. He tucks a strand of hair behind Geralt’s ear.

Something that Geralt would try to deny is a whine comes from his mouth as he snuggles closer to Eskel, burying his nose in his armpit, trying to ignore reality for a while longer.

Eskel clicks his tongue. “That’s gross, you know.” Still, he tugs the blankets up, so they’re covering them. “I haven’t bathed in, what, half a week? If you’re trying to smother yourself into sleep, it’s not gonna take long.”

He feels Geralt huff a laugh against his skin, then press a kiss to his ribs. “Sounds good to me.” He buries himself under the covers, tangling their legs together in what should be a tender gesture, but Eskel knows him well enough to take it for what it is: a trap.

“I’ll have to get up soon, you know,” he says quietly, poking at the Geralt-shaped lump next to him. “Your attempts at keeping me won’t work today.”

Geralt lifts the covers just enough for his amber gaze to show, eyes narrowed and a single eyebrow raised. “Worked just fine yesterday. And the day before.”

“I’m feeling particularly strong-willed this morning.”

Geralt tsks but comes back up, sitting back against the headboard, his shoulder knocking against Eskel’s playfully. “Fine.”

Eskel laughs, then presses a slow kiss to Geralt’s lips. “For your troubles.”

“Hmm.”

They find each other with practiced ease, seeking each other’s warmth with wandering hands and well-placed kisses, basking in their soft cocoon in the sunlit room. Geralt looks beautiful first thing in the morning, his cheeks pink and his hair disheveled, sleep still tugging at the corner of his eyes, and Eskel can’t help but stare and wonder, can’t help but run his fingers over the lines on Geralt’s face, his lips following every one.

Eventually they get up — Eskel does, at least, kicking the blankets back and pulling on a fresh pair of breeches while Geralt lays back down, trying to steal a few moments more. It’s a sight to see, truly, how such a massive and threatening Witcher curls into a ball and buries his face into the pillows, trying to melt into the mattress. Eskel huffs a laugh and pulls on his boots, then stands and goes to the chest at the end of the bed to look for a shirt. He needs to sort it out, as it’s a mess of linens and shirts that belong to no one anymore, as they’ve been passed around the Witchers through the seasons enough so that no one claims them anymore.

He picks a white shirt —or one that had been white to begin with, now faded into creamy brown— and turns back, meeting his reflection in the mirror. His chest is littered with scars, white lines that are bright against his golden skin, and he can see he’s already starting to fill out, the nutritious meals of Kaer Morhen already showing results. His stomach is no longer sucked in; instead of the hard lines and stretched skin, he finds there’s a growing layer of fat covering it. He pokes a finger at it and grins, the soft skin bouncing back as he pulls back. There’s a soft noise at his back and he looks at the mirror, finding Geralt looking at him, fondness and adoration breaking through his gaze.

“You look good,” he rumbles. “Makes for a good pillow.”

Eskel smiles at his reflection in the mirror and turns back. “Glad to be of use,” he teases and pulls the shirt over his head.

Geralt stretches his arms out, still sitting half-naked on the bed, and Eskel meets him halfway, pulling him into his arms. He breathes in deeply at the spot behind his ear, spices and hay filling his senses, over an underlying scent of pure contentedness. He smiles.

“I have to go,” he whispers against Geralt’s hair.

“Okay.” Geralt rests his forehead against Eskel’s. “I’ll see you downstairs.”

Eskel smiles softly and presses a chaste kiss to his lips. “See you downstairs. Don’t go back to sleep, or it will be Vesemir waking you up this time.”

“Hmm. Doesn’t sound nice.”

“It won’t be, believe me.” With a final kiss, Eskel stands up. “I’ll go see the horses.”

“Say hi to Scorpion for me.”

“Will do,” Eskel says with a grin, and closes the door behind him.

[namcelestial]

7 beautiful

omg nonnie thank you for this chance to expose how much i HATE almost every kpop song called beautiful! 💞 here is my personal ranking of worst to best of those worth mentioning (sorry this is so long)

8. seventeen - beautiful

offensive to my ears. seventeen makes many bangers and this is not one of them

7. beautiful - victon

is bubblegum hiphop a genre? that's what this song feels like and i hate it!

6. baekhyun - beautiful

literally one of my favorite voices in all of kpop cannot save this song from being boring

5. beautiful - crush

recognizable, good vocals. at one point was probably heart-wrenching but tbh now it sounds kind of... dated? cheesy? sorry crush bestie

4. beautiful - exo

ranking this higher than it deserves probably bc xoxo was the first kpop album i ever bought so... nostalgia 💖 miss my men ksoo and baekhyun

3. beautiful - nct

one of nct's worst songs but still better than most of this list <3 the narration at the beginning is so cringe but i kind of love it?? also the actual song is quite catchy despite being one of my least favorite genres of music so let's get it

2. beautiful - amber

finally something living up to its name!! amber's voice in this song is so lovely and different from a lot of her solo work. it rly embraces emotionality and it works because it feels sincere and authentic

1. beautiful - monsta x

9/10 it slaps 😌 monsta x makes cock music and they never disappoint me <3 i'd like to thank them for not going the same route as everyone else and making a soft pop or ballad song.

[dndaddyissues]

what do you do when a player wants to romance your npcs but they used to have a crush on you so it’s weird

oooohhhGGGGGGgg.... wow... the tension. the drama. the stress. i feel for you.

based on how you phrased this ask i’m assuming this was an unrequited crush, that is now presumably over, but still uncomfortable to deal with.

i think the key here is to assert and stay true to your boundaries — whatever they may be; just because you’re the DM doesn’t mean you need to table your discomfort for the sake of a player. thankfully, there are a few ways to approach this!

you could house rule no romance, but that could potentially suck for the rest of your players. you could also house rule “romance lite,” e.g. some awkward and relatively brief flirting is fine but we’re not gonna do an entire sub-arc of Brothar the Brave wooing the barmaid.

you could also pull that player aside and have a private conversation about what romance in-game could look like (i.e. what you’re BOTH comfortable with), and what it does and doesn’t mean. in the long run, being very clear about your expectations and your level of comfort can only help elevate your players’ experience — and your own as the DM.

it might make you feel better to know that your player is probably feeling just as weird about the situation. they want to romance this NPC, because you’re a talented DM and your NPC is cool, but the two of you have a somewhat awkward history, romance wise. they’d probably be relieved to have the elephant in the room addressed if you bring the situation up to them in private.

(that is, of course, all assuming that this player is acting in good faith and no longer harbors a crush for you.)

it’s also totally fine to try something out, realize you’re uncomfortable with it, and revisit the conversation with that particular player. as such, it’s probably important that you enter and exit the “boundaries talk” with the shared knowledge that this is an evolving conversation, subject to change. hey, it could also turn out that you’re totally cool with running romance for that player, and after some initial discomfort and awkwardness, it’s actually quite fun. i know it’s easy to default to a worst case scenario, but i always like to ask: what could go right here?

do other folks have any additional advice, experience with this situation, or suggestions that could be of service?

[zeravmeta]

Give me your absolute best YGO x Fate headcanons

Ah gee since ya asked so nicely heres my convoluted crossover AU. Also this got hella long so I'll add a readmore

-the protags would all wind up at Chaldea due to being summoned by the godly powers within their own universes (Egyptian Gods, Crimson Dragon, etc.) and are tasked with helping them. Yugi is pre Ceremonial Duel (for Atem), the rest are from post series

-Gudas just so used to all the weirdness surrounding them so they take it in stride. Holmes on the other hand is losing it because he fears they may have been some type of dimensional collapse. He freaks out further when some of the kids say "oh yeah that happens all the time". Da Vinci sets them up to assist Guda since they can use magic (at least half of them use magic and the other half literally fuse with duel monsters) without needing magic circuits (which interests her GREATLY) so she introduces them as a set of new masters to help.

-their decks are still with them but now instead of being confined to the game they can actually summon them as Familiars/Phantasmals, though they can only support a few at a time.

-most, if not all servants are suspicious of these new masters (guda is my favorite master i dont need another one), but its only initial waryness since these are actual kids like Guda and they default to Parent Mode. Theyre even more surprised to learn about the exploits within their own worlds.

Now onto some of the dynamics:

-Yugi would just be happy to meet all these heroes from history. He understands the seriousness of the situation and despite his initial kickback he'd be onboard to help. Atem would take this opportunity to ask around to see if any of these ancient heroes would know him (since pre ceremonial duel he'd know who he is from Mem World). The Pharaohs (Ozy, Nito, Cleo) would be surprised about a Pharoah they've never met before, and especially his divinity since he could summon three Egyptian Gods to aid him. He was from 3000 years in the past so Egypt was beginning in its decline, so such a modern (relatively) Pharoah holding such power would shock them, though in the end Ozymandias would still declare him one of his friends and theyd get along. Yugi would leave the Puzzle with the Pharoahs so they could speak while he went around meeting a bunch of the heroes. He'd love to play with some of the kids though he has earned his fair share of ire since the King of Games never loses on Game Night, Poker Night, or any other type of games. Yugi has more supportive abilities in his skillset for the ourposes of battle, while Atem can more freely use his shadow magic since he's being supplied.

-Judai is more nonplussed than anything. He was already wandering the world so for him this is just another checkpoint. He finds the ability to summon his monsters as familiars more convebiant than anything since he could already speak to them. Many of the magic users are particularly interested in his ability to talk to spirits since its a rare ability in general and usually limited to one type of phantasmal, not to mention empathetic abilities on their own are somewhat unheard of in Nasuverse. Yubel is a protective force around him and for combat training scenarios shes extremely hard to get around since her deflection ability, while hard to maintain when Yubel uses her final form, is pretty much on par with Lord Camelot in terms of defense. He's generally friendly but comes off as rude sometimes due to his general nonchalance. Gets along especially well with some of the more volatile servants like Berserkers and Avengers since his empathetic abilities are soothing to them.

-Yusei is cautious and guarded here. He has responsibilities in his own world he'd want to get back too, but doesn't have it in him to just leave. His D-Wheel somehow came along (Yuya shivers in the distance) with him, so Da Vinci did the only reasonable thing upon seeing a miniature perpetual motion machine and tried to impound it immediately for study. Yusei was happy to share his info and skills on Momentum and implementing it into Chaldeas energy systems, something that had Tesla and Edison proud since one so young was already (but only barely) supassing AC and DC. Holmes was also extremely interested in Clear Mind and the Crimson Dragin, since Yusei managed to consolidate his own concentration into pure evolutionary energy and may have accidentally interacted with an elder god in the process (kinda like Holmes). Yusei assures him the Crimson Dragon isn't evil and that its called Quetzalcoatl, which has Fate Quetz coming in and asking about herself, further complicating Yusei's confusion on the Crimson Dragon. For combat, he starts off supportive by swarming his field with low power monsters before suddenly summoning a more powerful one. With Over Top Clear Mind they become even more powerful and evolve on their own, so Stardust can become Shooting, but summoning Quasar is very dangerous since its extremely powerful but taxxing.

-Yuma is absolutely excited. Astral not so much. "Astral these are literal HEROES how can you not be excited!?" "Idk probably the part where they'll kill us if we take a wrong step?". Yuma loves to hang around servants like Drake, Shiki and Beowulf, and loves swapping stories of their adventures. Abigail heard about aliens and wonders if Yog Soghoth is an alien, but Yuma tells her that the Astrals and Barians are not like Yog Soggoth, even if Don Thousand as described kinda sounds like him. Astral can be seen since since Heroic Spirits are consolidations of magic while Astral was basically an energy being of the same type, and does float through the halls, occasionally scaring someone by mistake. He does get along with a mysterious woman in a kimono who seems to appear in the twilight hours, but he cant ever really remember her face. In combat Astral and Yuma can do their usual combination form which causes their Numbers to automatically Rank Up upon summoning, the higher the form the further they can rank.

-Yuya has it a bit rough at first. He just got out of a war and now he was being dragged into another? Thankfully he gets his bearings quickly but is still somewhat shaken. Some of the servants are wary around him because they can feel the distortion that exists within his soul, his three other versions, and the power that could trun him into the Supreme King once again still exists there even if Zarc has passed on. He gets along with Siegfried well enough, and they swap stories about how the expectations of others can lead you to ruin. The Alter Egos feel a kinship to him since he's also a consolidated personality rather than a full person, though he gets along best with the Celts. Cu, Scathach and Fergus all love to see his performances, but to them that just meant that they can put him through warrior training especially after they hear about the war he went through. Scathach insists that him running for his life while she chases is good training, while Cu agrees while running alongside him. In battle he uses his acrobatic prowess enhanced with a little bit of fortification/protection magic, and can summon all four of his dragons to help him. Since the other Yu Boys are stuck within Yuya, they occasionally trade places:

Yuto gets along with Archer and occasionally helps him out. Archer is sympathetic to the struggles he unerwent in his own world and makes sure to keep his spirits up while also trying to ignore the irony.Yugo and David have struck up a strange friendship since they both have the issue of mistaking people for their so. David sees Yugo talk about how even if his life was hard it was worth it for the people he loved and remembers his son fondly.Yuri is generally avoided since even after the merge he's still something of a wildcard, but he gets along well with Hans and Kiara of all people. Sometimes he'd share the stories of the training he underwent in Academia, how the Professor trained him to see people as toys and all the people he's hurt, how his dragon was his only friend and how itd protect him, and Hans couldn't help but hate his pessimistic attitude in expecting this while Kiara wouldn't really care too much but also wouldn't insult him by offering condolences. He knows he's become a monster and he won't deny or forget his mistakes, he'll simply try to do better.

-[note: Vrains suddenly had its ending announced for Sept.25 (i believe it may have been cancelled) so based on the episode title of 120 Yusaku and Ai will reunite and thats what im following here] Yusaku is skittish at best, downright invisible at worst. He doesn't want to be found, and even some of the Assassin Class servants have trouble tracking him down when needed. Ai managed to bring along a spare SOLtis body with him so he can walk around and physically interact with Yusaku. Even if they still had some tension between them they still cared about each other so they would keep each other company. It got real awkward when BB first showed up talking about being a sentient AI, so Ai immediatelt tried to befriend her, only to learn about her inhuman nature. While Ai may dislike that aspect of her, he knows from what happened with Roboppy that you cant forcibly change what you are, so he does his best to try and get along, which infuriates BB to no end since she feels like she's being talked down to. Yusaku as a programmer helps with most of Chaldeas regular workforce and he accomplishes hiding in plain sight by being the only master to interact more with the regular work staff than their servants. That being said, it doesn't change how some like Tamamo or Suzuka try to drag him out so he can meet some of the other servants. He gets along well with Kerry. Likely because they barely speak and share E Rank Luck.

[yucky-wucky]

Since Picrew has been gaining some traction, I thought I'd recommend another site: Missangest Games.

I've already done some proofing on the owner's Facebook and Patreon, but feel free to look around yourself to make sure they're safe. If you're like me and are getting a little tired of some of Picrew's games not having enough options in terms of diversity, no worries! Missangest games often include options for: Prostetics, wheelchairs, medical devices, scars, vitiligo, afro textured hair, and of course lots of skin tones, face shapes, and noses!

(These are the skin colors available on their latest game)

Differing body types haven't been available aside from face shape, but the body of every doll is realistic and healthy looking.

(Example of an unedited doll)

Some dolls are even available on mobile, or can be downloaded via the play store.

The site also has other games from sites like Rinmaru and Deviantart, but I tend to go straight to the "Missangest Exclusive" tag.

They take Polls on their facebook to see what people want in their next dollmaker, so feel free to head on over and participate!

Possible issues people could have:

Both the site and the app play ads, and adblocker is not allowed. These ads, however, work to support the artist, and are only shown once at the beginning of every doll. At least in my experience, they've also been short, and non-triggering.

The site also includes games based on Steven Universe, Gravity Falls, and anthro characters. I honestly don't know what to tell you do whatever you want.

The site also has an older game called "Lolita In The Rain" on it. Despite the alarm bells ringing in your head right now, it's a normal, safe game. The character looks to be of age and isn't sexualized in any way (you can't even remove Missangest's dolls' clothes) it's honestly a very nice game that I would suggest checking out if you like lolita fashion but avoid it otherwise.

The name "Missangest" sounded a little weird to me, but in their Patreon they state that it's based on the words "Miss" and "Angest", meaning anxiety in Swedish.

Some games do take a while to load, for me at least. Don't worry, it's not just you, and the game isn't broken!

I'd love to see any finished Dolls from people!

[vampangels-remaking]

drop the pancake recipe?

OK I CANT FIND WHERE I GOT THESE OFF OF but its ok because theyre stupid easy. u only really need 2 ingredients but i used 4

ingredience:

1 banana

2 eggs

1/8 tsp of baking powder (this is optional, i kind of eyeballed this with half of a 1/4 tsp thing so i am not sure if it turned out good)

1/8 tsp cinnamon , or cocoa powder if you r feeling that instead (also optional but do this if u want it to taste good)

so all u have to do is mash the fucking banana with a fork really good, its ok if theres some chunks in there just make sure its mostly mashed

then u just add the eggs (i whisked then first but u dont have to) and the baking powder and ur spice of choice and mix it all together until it’s nice and incorporated

then u heat ur fucking pan to medium and i tried to spray it with cooking spray and ran out but it worked just fine. then u put some batter on there, i did 2 tbsp for each of the pancakes but do whatever u want, then u cook it til the bottom is set (not a long time at all maybe like 30 seconds) and then flip it and cook the rest

this made like 7 lil mini pancakes for me but i used a smaller banana i think its sposed to make more. i cut up 2 small strawberries and used those 4 garnish but feel free 2 spice it up with whatever, i think lil strawberry chunks or chocolate chips in the batter would be pretty choice. bon apetit

[bacardis-leghair]

ppl talk about your child self and would you say those things to your child self. i just can't relate. i look at pics of myself at 11 or 12 and i feel no connection to that little girl whatsoever. and i remember feeling that way then, too. and there's this one picture of me from sixth grade, right before i started starving myself for real, and when i see it all i can feel is a 13-year-old sense of dysphoria. dissociation. repulsion. i don't hate the girl in the photo, but i surely do not love her and never have.

[doqqy]

look at these and tell me they aren’t all just funny little guys. i love them

i’ve just discovered whimsical mouse taxidermy and it’s so endearingly weird and cute

[noodle-slurp]

Hi, yes, can i interest you in part 2 of the thing? Figured i may as well spend my time on the bus doing SOMETHING.

Sorry idk how to add readmores anymore, especially on mobile

Content warnings: animal death (deer), implied vore, sfw vore, safe vore, fear play(?)

When they wake, the first thing they notice, is that they're sticky. Uncomfortably sticky. Dried leaves and dirt stick to them in scratchy clumps that they barely have the strength to swipe from their face as they sit up.

It's early morning, the sky still dark, but the air crisp, and the crickets calm in the dew soaked grass. It's ... peaceful

The second thing they notice, is a burnt smell. They look towards the fire, brain fuzzy and struggling to remember what had happened. A handful of logs still burned, weak flames licking over charred wood as they scrabbled for life - over them hung the pot they had been cooking stew in. Their stomach growls and tightens painfully, reminding them they were hungry, and they begrudgingly get to their feet to stumble forward to inspect what might be left.

The stew had devolved into a thick sludge,  the water having mostly evaporated and the meat dried into a former husk of itself.  They stir it, the potatoes falling apart to become part of the sludge - and their mind strays to unpleasant thoughts. They wonder if that's what it's like to be digested, to fall apart and become an unrecognizeable sludge, forgotten and used to fuel something else much larger than themself.

Their heart skips a beat as they remember -why- they're sticky. They remember the giant, his fangs framing their view, the cavernous depths of his throat...They remember the feeling of being swallowed, of laying in that dark, heated chamber awaiting the worst...

The spoon drops back into the pot noisily and they realize they had been staring at nothing for a minute. They shake the thoughts from their mind and reach into the cooling 'stew' to fish out a piece of dried meat. It's not great, but, they needed something, and they needed it now. They pretended it was the blandest jerky in the world and managed to swallow the scratchy chunk.

"You're eating that?" Comes a disgusted voice from behind them, making them freeze.

"It's not bad." They lie casually, not turning to face him. "Better than airline food." Not that either of them knew what airline food was.

There's a skeptical pause. "If you say so..." He doesn't believe them.

Frustration spikes through them suddenly as they look down into that pot at the saddest stew on the planet. "I just...really wanted this." They sigh, unable to hide their disappointment. "No point wasting it..."

Another pause as they shuffle around for another chunk of meat that may as well have been dry grass. "I don't know much about humans, but I know just smelling that is making me sick...."

They ignore him and shove another chunk into their mouth.

There's a disgusted sound before a shadow falls over them and they are being pried away from the pot.

"Don't eat that" the giant chastises as he settles back onto his knees and plops them down in front of him. "Making me regret letting you go. Almost feel like it would have been a *mercy* to eat you if you're just gonna eat...whatever that is and die anyway."

They wince, unable to look up at him still. They're confused and scared, but most of all, they're upset. The stew would have been perfect if he'd just let them eat it earlier.

"What else am I gonna eat? If you'd just let me eat it earlier, if you'd just -" They find themselves snapping before mentally kicking themselves and putting their head in their hands. They're tired, their body aches, and most of all, they're hungry. "I was really looking forward to it..." they say, deflating. They bite their lip to keep from crying...God, imagine, crying over burnt soup...stupid. They could have died, they still could, and yet, all they could focus on was SOUP.

The giant sits silently stunned a moment, not expecting this reaction from his prey. Normally, people in this position were terrified of returning to their former occupation of 'food'. They should be thanking him, they should be running away, they should be...a lot of things.

Still, he notes the crack in their voice, the defeated posture, and he remembers his own frustration when he had missed meals....

Humans. Pathetic.

He sighs and gets to his feet. "Stay here." He rumbles, annoyed before vanishing into the trees, leaving only crickets and stillness.

They wait for him to return for a time, uncertain of how he'd react if he found them eating from the pot after telling them not to. Would he kill them? Would he eat them again? They mull over the possibilities far too long before their hunger wins out. They eat a few more chunks of those disappointing meat cubes while he's away. They're unsatisfying, and tough to swallow, but it's something to take the edge off their hunger. They spend the time alone collecting thoughts, collecting questions. They wonder if they'll have the courage to ask them when he returns. They wonder if they should even voice them... They wonder alot of things.

A low vibration runs through their bones after some time,  soundless and deceptively light, and a moment later, the giant appears from the brush once more. There's a buck in his grasp and a roundness to his belly that wasn't there previously.

"Here." He tosses the carcass onto the ground near them, causing them to scramble back in fear of it falling on top of them. "That should be more than enough, right?"

They eye the buck, then tilt their gaze to the man as he settles cross-legged nearby. Their brows furrow as even more questions fill their head.

"Thank? You?" They say tilting their head, feeling uncertain.

"Your welcome." He says plainly, looking judgementally at the pot of burnt stew until they were certain he knew of their 'crime' and was going to punish them for it. He never says a word.

They spend the next hour and a half processing the body, they'd spend even longer fleshing and preparing the hide later, but for now, they simply butchered it and seperated the parts. Once they'd cleaned the pot out in a creek nearby, they filled it and set the salted meat water to boil. They may not have any more potatoes, or much more than spices to put into this, but meat soup would work just fine. What they didn't put in the soup, they would smoke later as jerky.

They settle across the fire from the giant as they wait for the stew to finish. He'd closed his eyes at some point, but they knew he was still awake. They wondered how to breech the topic they wished to discuss... Eventually they decide, fuck it, just ask. They doubted he was going to eat them again - at least for today, not after he had hunted food for them.

"Why did you let me go?" They ask more meekly than they liked.

He doesn't respond right away, he doesn't even hint that he had heard them. They wonder if he dozed off... He takes a deep breath through his nose and exhales slowly.

"You were giving me a stomach ache." He shrugs out.

They furrow their brow and look away from him, unclear how they feel about that statement. On the one hand, they lived, on the other hand, did that make them so disgusting they were inedible? Their brain buzzes in self deprecation, but they focus on the fur in their hands, and a follow up comes to them.

"And...the deer?" They ask, looking up.

A long pause, a frown. "Couldn't stand your whining."

A lie. They think it's a lie anyway. They don't know why he'd lie about that, but it's a comfort, and they'll take it.

He rubs his stomach and their eyes catch on the movement. Did his stomach look like that when they were in it? What had he eaten to fill it now? Who? Were they in pain? Something stirs in them, dark and distressing. They look away and tuck those feelings in a box, never to open again, they hope.

They focus on scraping the fat from the fur for a moment, content to lose themselves in their work. They had more questions, but, they could wait.

After about ten minutes, they feel like they're being watched. They look up to see  those silver eyes on them, watching them, the giants brows furrowed as he mulled over something.

"Why are you here?" He asks, finally. "Like, of all the places in this land, why come back to a place you knew you could die?"

They feel their face redden, though they aren't sure why. "I didn't know where else to go..."

"You have a home, don't ya?" He asks, raising a brow. "A place in that town a few miles to the west..."

They open their mouth to answer - then close it and look away. "It's gone."

He blinks and boggles at this. He opens his mouth to ask for clarification, but he's cut off by the answer.

"I was out of town for a few days," they press their thumb into their palm nervously. "And when I got back...it was destroyed."

He tilts his head, thinking, remembering something. "Is that what that was...?" He murmurs aloud.

"What?" They ask.

He debates answering them, but, eh, why not. "A month ago I smelled a group of monsters in the woods. A lot of them. Like, more than 10." He does a swirl with his finger. "Scents get too hard to follow at a certain point, but I know it was a lot. They seemed in a hurry to get somewhere. I -uh" he pauses, suddenly uncomfortable. "I didn't feel like I asking them about it."

They tilt their head again. "And you think they did it? But why?"

An exasperated sigh. "I don't know! I just told you, I didn't ask."

A pause, they look away. "Sorry."

"For what?" He asks, sinking back against the tree and crossing his arms.

They don't know how to respond.

"Annnyway" he continues, looking away and changing the subject. "So, you return and your first thought is "'Ah yes, lets go to the woods with that man eating giant. Getting eaten seems like a great idea!'" He snorts.

"I was...scared..."

"Of what?" He scoffs baffled by this human. "Because it's clearly not of me." A tinge of frustration tarnishes his tone.

There's a long awkward pause as they decide how to answer. "I'm unfamiliar with the world outside of that town and these woods."  Green eyes focus back on the giant. "This was the only other place I felt comfortable being - even if a grumpy jackass made it his home." They grin, hoping he takes it for the playful jab it was meant as.

He blinks - not understanding.

"Besides, i thought, maybe it'd be nice to-"

They cut themselves off and look away, bashful and unwilling to say their second reason.

"Nice to what?" He prods, curious.

Their throat tightens and they work the flesh in their hands, focusing on the cold greasey feeling and the softness of the contrasting fur.

"To see you again." They murmur so low they hope the giant doesn't hear.

The giants ears twitch and he goes through an array of expressions, doubt, thought, confusion, more thought, disgust - it settles on confused. "You *wanted* me to eat you?" He asks, disturbed.

It's their turn to splutter disbelief. "N-no!" They correct, eyes wide. "No! I just. It's just - I've never seen anything like you before, and you hinted at there being more things like you - or maybe not like you at all. You hinted at there being More and I just..." their articulating flustered gestures with their hands "I wanted to learn more..."

He blinks blankly at them. "But I told you-"

They roll their eyes, exasperated with their feelings on this matter. "I know! I just...kind of hoped...you wouldn't..."

Another series of blinks. "So you just hoped...I'd find you and...- what?... Be friends or some shit?"

They feel their face redden and they can't look at him, "I know it's stupid, but..."

He stares at them blankly a moment before he can't hold his disbelief any longer and belts out laughing. "You've got to be either the dumbest or the -boldest- human I ever saw."

They grin sheepishly but don't look up. "Boldness and stupidity often go hand in hand..." they say more to themselves.

He wipes at a tear in his eye, struggling to speak as the laughter comes and goes. Eventually, it peters away and, after a few deep breaths - "You're prey." He says simply, amused crooked grin on his face. "That's all you'll ever be to me. Prey."

They frown down at the pelt in their hands, a sadness eating at them.

"Buuut-" he breathes out as he stands and stretches, the weight in his middle shifting in an uncomfortable looking way as his shirt  pulls up over it. "If you really have nowhere else to go - I suppose you can stay here. I wouldn't stay out in the open if I were you though." A pause, a pointed and hungry look "Afterall, this is still my territory - and as long as you stay here - I will hunt you."

They tense and slouch in on themselves, their heart twisting in a painful way, dejected and shattered. They can't speak, they know if they try, they'll just start to cry, so they say nothing.

"Enjoy your soup." The giant huffs, readjusting his shirt over his middle. "You know the rules. Next time..." he snickers grimly, "Well, you know"

They sit hunched for sometime, even after he leaves, something inside broken and painful to swallow. Morning birds begin their songs, squirrels rattle the branches above, and as the sun breaks the horizon, a dam breaks and they begin to sob into the fur clutched in their hands.