#its the best of both worlds 🎵

[cinnabell2]

Okay this took me forever but here is my crystal rose Hwei ✨ wanted to make different forms for weather or not his muse accepts or rejects his love (basing off the light or dark path voice lines in game ehe)

Also wanted to make lvl 6 dark and lvl 6 light, but didn't have the time or energy so heres a breakdown 😤 lvl6 dark is almost all this navy blue, with Hwei feeling confused, hurt and it leading to obsession and Yandere tendencies.

And lvl6 light Is mostly light pinks with a hint of soft blue and purples, scared of what this new love may bring or if he's even deserving or capable of this love and continues to try his best and leads to soft happy marriage eeee ✨️💚

[gerogerigaogaigar]

Phineas and Ferb fascinates me from a structural standpoint. I'll admit I haven't watched the show front to back, but I've caught the odd episode here and there and I certainly get the gist of it.

The first time I saw P&F it seemed charming but unremarkable, the second and probably third time it became obvious that it was a clever but formulaic show. At some point it clicked. Children's shows are usually formulaic, Dee Dee will destroy Dexter's invention, Elmer Fudd will fail to hunt the Wabbit, He-Man will defeat Skeletor, and Sisyphus will roll that boulder up that hill. Phineas and Ferb asks not just that we imagine Sisyphus happy, but that we imagine that he is ecstatic to see that boulder roll down the hill.

Where the status quo is an unspoken rule of older cartoons it is the explicit law of the P&F universe. There is a roadmap to every episode, you probably already know it but I will spell it out regardless. Phineas will say the phrase "I know what we're gonna do today" thus kicking off their project for the episode. Candace will try and fail to get them "busted". There will be a musical number. Meanwhile Doofenshmirtz will have made an -inator that Perry will be called upon to destroy. Perry will get caught, Doofenshmirtz will explain his plan, Perry will escape, destroy the -inator and the ensuing chaos will clean up Phineas and Ferb's backyard shenanigans just in time for their mom to get home. Ferb says something at the very end, often his only line in the whole episode. The end.

There are stock lines that must be said. "I know what we're gonna do today" "I wonder where Perry is" "Busted" "🎵Doofenshmirtz Evil Incorporated🎶". The show doesn't just have a cartoon status quo, the universe operates off of the laws of cartoon status quo to the extent that characters actively notice when the cycle doesn't complete correctly. The characters seemingly know that their world operates on cartoon physics, but to them it's just physics. In P&F a giant whirlwind carrying away a giant backyard amusement park is as natural as gravity.

Candace's place as the character who knows this is all insane must be a tortuous existence considering the whole world is conspired against her. Not out of a cosmic meanness but a deep thematic kindness. Candace is the only character whose intent is to cause purposeful harm and the universe will not let her get away with it.

Truly this is one of the most unerringly kind shows I've ever seen. It is unreal how much faith it puts into wordplay, running jokes, and raw absurdity to carry itself while never stepping into the realm of cartoon cruelty.

You know cartoon cruelty. It's why Tom gets punished for Jerry's actions and why the Trix rabbit can never eat his own damn cereal. At its best cartoon cruelty manifests as Ed, Edd n Eddy or the Looney Tunes short Duck Amok where there is catharsis in seeing the characters hoisted by their own petard. At its worst you get CatDog which is so intensely cruel to the character of Cat that I can't comprehend what the writers were going for.

The confident lack of irony is part of what makes Phineas And Ferb work. The show is a parade of cartoon cliches and dad jokes and it never it never winks at the viewer or lampshades how silly this is. It just has absolute faith that the corniest jokes ever really are that funny. And so they are. I actually laugh out loud every time they do the "Aren't you a little young for this?" "Yes, yes I am" bit. Maybe it's the delivery, maybe it's just the confidence in the bit. Probably a bit of both. I am smiling to myself just thinking of this dumb running joke.

But what this all amounts to is what every bit of fandom wankery amounts to. I am of course talking about shipping. For my money the best bit in the show is the romantic framing of Doofenshmirtz and Perry's rivalry. This is where the show's cartoon logic and unrepentant kindness synthesize perfectly. The homoerotic undertones of the spy/supervillain dynamic are an extremely tired observation and are usually only emphasized in an ironic sense to poke fun at pieces that never intended the gay subtext. P&F flips this joke by not being even a little bit ironic about it, but still adhering to the unspoken nature of the gag.

The end result is that Perry and Doofenshmirtz's status as a romantic couple is tacitly understood to be part of the shows status quo, but never commented on. The world of P&F is too inherently kind to be homophobic (homophobia being a key component of the joke) but it still has a joke shaped hole to fill. So it does the funniest possible thing and fills the hole with nothing. The joke is the lack of a joke. The expectation of a joke that is met with a shrug from the show's own internal logic. And that's really funny. An evil scientist and a platypus are in a loving relationship that happens to also be a hero/villain rivalry. Don't worry about it. It's not the weirdest thing happening in the tri state area I promise.

[simblorbo-bracket]

Simblr Blorbo Sexyman Tournament - Semi-Finals

Viscera Vogt (@occultradio) VS. Arielly Vespertinai (@paracosmic-sims)

(polls are presented left -> right unless stated otherwise)

Who deserves the title of Simblr's Sexiest Blorbo more? Remember to vote with your heart!

Winner of this poll will advance to the finals

Additional images and propaganda (if provided) available below!

(main image(s) needed to be cropped for formatting and will be provided in full below the cut)

Viscera Vogt

Singer, guitarist, author, bar owner, husband wifey and father what can't he do?!

Arielly Vespertinai

Here comes a buff disabled hot gal with the wheel steel chair!!

I love my post-canon little blorbo more than anything else, you dont understand. I couldn't help myself but put entry her.

...I dont have much to offer as why you should vote for her other than: have you seen her? She could crush your head between her thighs. She could step on you with a metal leg. She has the prettiest brown eyes the world has seen. You could spend eternity kissing each freckle on her face and shoulders and back. Imagine being tired of walking and you have someone stong enough to carry you as passenger princess (regardless of gender lol) in her wheelchair. Isnt that perfect?

Arielly is adventurous, dance-machine and loyal. She's very stubborn, but a ride-or-die for the people she holds dear. She may or may not have an account for arson. She's the type of person whose friendship feels better than therapy. She will help you hide a body. She will kill a man for you. She will lavish you in gifts and attention and enough money to bail you out and pay for the best attorneys. She will not, in fact, realize you like her beyond friendship unless you directly shake her by her shoulders screaming this fact in her face. But its okay, she's just attraction-blind. Nobody's perfect, though her mix of sharpness and softness might lead you to believe that. Truly, the best of both worlds.

🎵 Smash the competition, baby

Show us some good entertainment 🎶

Pretend I know how to shade muscles properly, please and ty (T-T). For some reason, even with maxed-out sliders in cas, you can barely peek at her abs and thigh muscles in-game.

Look at that profile, though. Are you seeing that profile? Ethereal. Gorgeous. (Can you tell I love her yet? That regardless of anything, she's already a winner in my heart?)

I need everyone to see her. The world doesn't know what its missing by not seeing this amazing woman at least once in their lives. Have you seen her now? Truly, a blessing.

[paracosmic-sims]

Arielly Vespertinai: an entry for @simblorbo-bracket Sexyman contest!

Here comes a buff disabled hot gal with the wheel steel chair!!

I love my post-canon little blorbo more than anything else, you dont understand. I couldn't help myself but put entry her.

...I dont have much to offer as why you should vote for her other than: have you seen her? She could crush your head between her thighs. She could step on you with a metal leg. She has the prettiest brown eyes the world has seen. You could spend eternity kissing each freckle on her face and shoulders and back. Imagine being tired of walking and you have someone stong enough to carry you as passenger princess (regardless of gender lol) in her wheelchair. Isnt that perfect?

Arielly is adventurous, dance-machine and loyal. She's very stubborn, but a ride-or-die for the people she holds dear. She may or may not have an account for arson. She's the type of person whose friendship feels better than therapy. She will help you hide a body. She will kill a man for you. She will lavish you in gifts and attention and enough money to bail you out and pay for the best attorneys. She will not, in fact, realize you like her beyond friendship unless you directly shake her by her shoulders screaming this fact in her face. But its okay, she's just attraction-blind. Nobody's perfect, though her mix of sharpness and softness might lead you to believe that. Truly, the best of both worlds.

Look at that profile, though. Are you seeing that profile? Ethereal. Gorgeous. (Can you tell I love her yet? That regardless of anything, she's already a winner in my heart?)

🎵 Smash the competition, baby

Show us some good entertainment 🎶

Pretend I know how to shade muscles properly, please and ty (T-T). For some reason, even with maxed-out sliders in cas, you can barely peek at her abs and thigh muscles in-game.

I need everyone to see her. The world doesn't know what its missing by not seeing this amazing woman at least once in their lives. Have you seen her now? Truly, a blessing.

[afloofwithmultipleinterests]

HELLO? [[tickling department]]? IT'S FOR YOU!!

A sequel tickle fic to Cheater, Cheater! (Ler!Jevil, Lee!Spamton) With the player being away for who knows how long, Jevil and Spamton hang out in the void behind Seam's shop, attempting to entertain themselves best they can. However when messes are to be kept to a minimum, All hope of escaping boredom is lost... or is it? Lee!Jevil Ler!Spamton Lee!Spamton(?)

It was so much fun writing this fic series with @coy-lee! its been ages since i've stretched my fingers for some good old fashion fanfiction! Spam and Jev are so fun to write... Thanks for writing with me coy. writing with you and LF both make my world!

Anyhoo... On with the story!

📞🔊 ☎️🎵 📞🔊☎️🎶

HELLO?

[[tickling department]]?

IT'S FOR YOU!!

📞🔊 ☎️🎵 📞🔊 ☎️🎶

It was true that Jevil and Spamton had a silent truce to the whole battle thing, or as the clown would like to put it, his 'numbers game'. Alas, Spamton's mission to achieve the higher plane of existence had ultimately been foiled... the salesman found a new purpose he had never seen before in this prison. He had friends. Actual, PHYSICAL companions! 

It was after hours in the old cat-plush's shop. The player would be gone for an extended period of time, perhaps years from now, so the cat tended to doing business of his own behind closed doors regarding his two newest creations. Spamton was playing a card game with Jevil, although it appeared neither one knew what actual game they were playing. 

"GO-[[Frank's fish fry buffet!]]" 

"IVE GOT A FULL HOUSE, HOUSE!" 

The two said simultaneously while laying their cards down for their consecutive games. 

"I THOUGHT WE WERE PLAYING [[Gone fishing! Be back later]] NOT [[house!]] ... NOT [[hou-]]." Frustrated, Spamton's glasses went staticy for a moment. "nevermind.." As soon as the whisper came, the puppet glitched back into his normal salesman tone. "YOU GET THE [[photo noise]]." 

"YES, YES! I UNDERSTAND, UNDERSTAND!" Jevil nodded, impulsively bringing his gloved index and thumb to his chin. "BUT, ITS NOT VERY CHAOTIC TO STICK TO THE RULES! I LIKE A CHAOS, CHAOS, A MISCHIEF, MISCHIEF! ITS JUST NO FUN SPAM-SPAM!"

Sometimes Spamton just couldn't understand Jevil no matter how much he puzzled.

"ANYWAY! ITS NO FUN TO JUST PLAY CRAZY EIGHTS EVERY TIME, TIME! " Jevil exclaimed, throwing cards into the air haphazardly. Spamton flinched and gazed up at now the fluttering cards.

"CRAZY [[888-8888]]? IS THAT WHAT WE WERE PLA-" The doll spoke, cutting himself off when his eyes trailed down to find Jevil being surrounded by walls of cards stacking perfectly on top of each other. They continued to stack, building a tower around the jester, taller and taller as the cards multiplied out of nowhere. Construction noises sounded from inside the endlessly growing fortress, minimizing as it continued to grow. it wasn't long before the large card tower had stopped growing and had gone quiet. Then a cackling form burst from the top of the tower, looking down at his friend far below.

"HOW'S THE WEATHER DOWN THERE, THERE!?" Jevil called. Suddenly the cards caved from the top, the fool surfing down the wave of cards that soon crashed to the ground. He was now once again seated where he was before, cards falling like leaves all around them. Jevil bounced up and took a bow, thanking Spamton and the seemingly nonexistent audience for cheering him on. 

"You aren't making too much of a mess in there, are you Jevil?" a deep voice asked from the other room.

"WHAT!? WHY DO YOU ASSUME SUCH THINGS SEAM, SEAM!?" the jester called back, offended. Spamton couldn't help but laugh at Jevil's reaction to being called out. "UHG... GAMES ARE NO FUN WITHOUT A MESS, MESS," Jevil sighed, falling back onto the floor, staring into the void above.

Spamton thought a moment, scratching his head before his mind flashed back to about a week prior. If he could shift his face at all, a grinch-like smile would be there. Oh he knew EXACTLY the game that would be perfect for this occasion. His fingers were itching to wiggle and knead after that whole experience.

'GEEZ, I DUNNO HOW YOU CAN STAND IT, NO WAY I'D LAST!' Spamton recalled Jevil saying to him mid-attack. He'd test that statement himself, if not MORE teasy than Jevil. If he could figure out how the jester did it, that is! Although he was keen in the art of salesmanship, when it came to the art of tickling, Spamton didn't have sea legs like Jevil did. The puppet just hoped he could live up to the playful nature Jevil has come so naturally to him. However, he didn't mind taking a leap of faith on this… Spamton wanted to have fun! Besides, the clown had it coming to him anyway.

"ACTUALLY I THINK I KNOW A [[Book of games to play with your children!]] THATS NOT [[🎶i came in like a wrecking ball!🎶]]"

"OH *REALLY?* IS IT FUN ENOUGH TO SHARE WITH THE CLASS, CLASS?" Jevil perked up a bit, curious. He fell back again after a moment. "sigh BUT MESSY IS STILL MORE FUN…"

Spamton got up from his seat, which shortened him back to his regular height. Sliding back and forth across the ground as if he were floating, the doll clasped his hands together attempting to strike up a deal. Now THIS was in his ballpark.

"OH IM SURE THIS [[specil game]] WILL PEAK YOUR INTEREST MY [[friend request accepted]]!" Spamton advertised, growing a little closer to the jester through the ocean of cards.

"[[100% Entertainment!]] [[100%-]] F UN, FuN, FUN! [[for the whole family]]." The spam-bot finally stopped in front of the imp, that award losing smile offering the chance of a lifetime. "NO [[tough stains to get out]] NO [[pottery disrespected!]] ONLY- ONLY- ONLY-" Spamton was stuck on a record loop.

"ONLY WHAT, WHAT!? SPIT IT OUT MAN!" Jevil shouted, shaking the spambot's shoulders dramatically, his eyes wide, sparkling with excitement. Spamton legitimately had the jester entranced by this proposition. The best customer is a desperate one he supposed. Jevil was on the edge of his nonexistent seat now.

"I CAN SEE YOU'RE [[LOSING YOU R MIND]] OVER THIS [[once in a lifetime offer!]] YOU'RE LIKE ME! [[desperate.]]" Spamton started, his aura going from that of a salesman to... playfully intimidating... this didn't go unnoticed by Jevil, who's eyes widened at the sudden change of mood. "WELL YOU'RE IN FOR A-" suddenly, Spamton's hand started ringing. It had literally turned into a black phone! "EXCUSE ME ONE MOMENT." Aw... Jevil had to wait!? NO!! He was way too impatient.

"BUT, BUT-"

"HELLO? [[tickling department]]??"

Tickling WHAT!?

"I SEE... IT'S FOR YOU!" Spamton pointed the phone at Jevil.

Before Jevil could even process what's happening, the jester was pushed into the sea of spades, diamonds, and clubs by tiny little Spamtons.

"GYAaAaAaA! WAIT A MINUTE! IT DOESN'T LOOK LIKE YOU HAVE FULL HANDS, SO WHAT'S WITH ALL THE MINI SPAMS!?" Jevil rhymed, eyes wide and a nervousness in his belly. His tail curled up closer to his body and he lightly peddled his feet as he tried to glare at the puppet now towering over him, the biggest most genuine grin with a gleam shining off of his colored glasses.

"[[the boys]] ARE HELPING A [[papa!]] OUT~!" Spamton chuckled, the phone disappearing for his actual digits. "ISN'T THAT RIGHT?" The 'boys' nod rapidly in agreement before they start to do their thing.

The tiny Spamtons manage to hold down Jevil's tail and hands, meanwhile Spamton sat on Jevil's legs similarly to how the jester had awhile back. The purple imp's mouth twitched upward nervously, curling in a cat-like manner.

"N-NOW SPAM-" 

"HM? WHATS A MATTER [[jack in the box!]] I THOUGHT YOU LIKED A LITTLE [[MISCHIEF, MISCHIEF!]]" The doll imitated Jevil's voice as he lightly trailed his skittering fingers up the sensitive devil's sides. "A [[CHAOS, CHAOS!]]"

"AYE-MKHMKHM! N-NOW THAHATS... NOT FAIIIR! KHKHKHM! -SNORT-" Jevil retorted, trying not to give the puppet the satisfaction of breaking him as easily as the jester had broken him. He shook his head a bit as it was one of the easiest things he could move at the moment. His hat jingled to the beat of his shaking." YA CAHAN'T JUST - - - KHKHK" Jevil tried to complain about Spamton turning his own words back on him but he couldn't finish his sentence without bursting into giggles already, so he shut his mouth tightly.

"HM? OH ON CONTRAIRE, [[valued friendship]]." Spamton spoke with a smirk in his voice. He started to make his hands go in circles, getting slowly closer to the tummy pudge by the second. "BESIDES, I HAVEN'T HEARD A [[Stop at go!]] YET~!" 

Jevil's cheeks puffed out like a bubble, little snorts occasionally coming out as Spamton circled closer and closer on the jester's belly.

"AWWW... NOW JEVIL? I THOUGHT YOU SAID [[IT ISN'T HEALTHY TO HOLD BACK YOUR LAUGHTER]]! YOU AREN'T DOING THAT, ARE YOU?" Spamton asked, a teasing tone seeping out as he finally reached the middle of the jester's tummy, a bit of struggle revealing itself as the jester tried to kick his legs and wave his arms.

"N-NO! I-KHEEHEEHEEM NOT! IT JUHUHUST DOESN'T TIHICKLE! KHMKHMHM!" Jevil squeaked out, trying his hardest to keep what little composure he had. He barely had any to begin with. The jester kept his eyes shut, not wanting to see the doll's face rival his own naturally devilish grin. It was his job to be the menace!

oh.... ohoh that was a BRILLIANT opportunity to be taken! 

"IT DOESNT?'' The tone Spamton had was unclear. Jevil felt the fingers pause, staying on his secretly terribly ticklish tummy for a moment. The jester could assume that the puppet was in thought about something.

"WELL... WHAT ABOUT THIS SPOT?" suddenly the fingers jumped to his ribs, starting to lightly skitter. Jevil nearly let it slip but he kept it in, however before he could process the first transition, another one came. "OR THIS ONE?" Then one to the top of his tummy. "OR [[this one!?]]"  

Oh he couldn't STAND it! Just choose a spot already!! Stop changing!

Suddenly, he felt his arms change positions. Those devilish little Spamtons put his arms above his head!

"OR THIS-" Spamton started, putting his hands down under the imps arms to transition yet again, when be heard a loud and sudden giggly yelp result.

"PPPFF! NYAHAHAHOOOO! SPAMT- AHAHAHAHA-SNORT-GYEEHEEHEEHEE!" Jevil cackled, finally cracking and letting out what had been bubbling under the surface the whole time. His laughter was shrieky and full of snorts which was accompanied by the jingling of his hat as he tossed his head around.

Spamton chuckled along with the jester, his laugh ranging from his own to various other laughs he had heard before. "AWW... THERE WE G0! [[100% customer satisfaction!]]"

His wiggly fingers vibrated the newly discovered tickle spot, ensuring this jester a chuckle fest. " TiCkLE T1CKLE~ [[tiny jester figurines!]] ARE YOU SURE YOU AREN'T [[tickles your fancy?]]? [[Number1ratedsalesman1997]] DOESNT LIKE [[liar, liar plants for hire!]]"

"OKAY OHOHOKAY I'M TIHIHICKLISH! NOHOHOW CUT IT OUT PPPPFF-NOCHIOHOHOHOHOHO!* -SNORT-!" Jevil conceded, trying his hardest to pull his arms down to his sides. "The boys" were holding tight and were much stronger than they looked, especially when working together.

"DO YOU REEAAAAALLY WANT [[remember kid, blue stop signs]]? I THOUGHT YOU LOVED THIS [[hopscotch!]]" Spamton slowed to just a few pokes here and there, admittedly hesitant of continuing after that.

 The Spamlings seemed to feel the same way, starting to loosen their grips to where Jevil could break away easily. 

Am I going too far? Spamton thought as his poking slowed. how do I know if he really wants me to stop? I don't want to hurt him..

 The salesman had never been on the other end before- at least not without the cards being flipped instantly... he only really received the attention, unable to break away as easily from the much taller, much more popular salesmen.

I'm not good at this... what if Jevil doesn't like this? ... he would tell him if he didn't, right?

Oops.. Spamton was spacing out. He just noticed the white noise filling his ears, and the vague popcorn television static he could see through the reflection of his glasses.

"S- pant -Spamton? Ehehe... Hey?" Jevil's voice was unnaturally gentle. He panted a bit, calming himself down while looking his friend over with a bit of concern. "What's a-matter, buddy?" Jevil chuckled. He still hadn't broken out of the Spamlings hold, deciding to just lie there.

Spamton paused, his smile dropping as much as it could physically, before the mini Spamtons fused back into the salesman "I..." the glitch faded as Spamton backed off of Jevil completely. 

What was he thinking? He couldn't do this... it just.. wasn't what he was made to do. He couldn't be silly like this..

That thought saddened him... that he couldn't play a game like this without chickening out. Spamton sat down, scrunching his legs up to his chest, and wrapped his arms around them. "Sorry.. I- just... i'm not.." he couldn't get the words out.. he couldn't describe exactly how he felt without disappointing the clown.

 Jevil seen Spamton, was unsure of himself... doubtful. Now that just wouldn't do! He barely did anything to the clown.

"OI, HEY HEY HEY! WHAT ARE YOU SORRY FOR? I... I THOUGHT WE WERE HAVING FUN, FUN! " Jevil said, trying to get answers from his companion. He finally sat up and put a gloved hand on Spamton's hunched shoulder. "DON'T MAKE ME TURN THE TABLES JUST TO GET A LIL HONESTY, HONESTY," Jevil threatened lightly, giving his friend a playful glare.

Spamton's entire face reddened a bit after that comment, nervousness heightening.

 "W-WELL [[Well well WELLY well well-]] I-[[icebox]] I-[[Isosolese triangle]] I'M NOT S URE [[How to video]] DO THIS. I'M [[ANXIETY!!]] ON MESSING UP, OR [[too far gone..]]." the puppet explained his anxiety as best he could. Things as fluffy as this were so foreign to him already, it's been years since he has played this game.

Jevil looked puzzled, trying to understand what exactly was the problem... But after a moment he came to a conclusion.

"THAT WAS YOUR FIRST TIME, TIME DISHIN IT OUT? I'M IMPRESSED! THE TICKLES DIDN'T HURT AND WEREN'T TOO LIGHT EITHER. I WOULD HAVE SWORE YOU KNEW WHAT YOU WERE DOING, DOING. LOOK AT ME, EVER THE FOOL, UEE HEE HEE!" Jevil giggled as he explained in no uncertain terms that Spamton had done nothing wrong. In fact, he seemed pretty good at tickling already. Must be in their glitched out genes.

Spamton's face seemed to increase in color at that... now he felt bashful of the compliment. "... ARE YOU JUST [[you're just saying that!]] TO MAKE [[number1ratedsalesman1997]] [[feel better soon!]] ..?." The salesman turned his head, confused at the compliment.. he truly wasn't expecting that. In all honesty, he was waiting for himself to screw everything up with his friends like last time. To have both Seam, and Jevil leave at any given moment because he was being a sleaze, or unintentionally disrespecting them.

"IF I WERE, WERE, WOULD I DO THIS!?" Jevil questioned before rolling onto his back and acting like a dog that wanted his belly rubbed. "C'MON! LAY IT ON ME, UEE HEE HEE! OR ELSE I'LL PICK UP WHERE YOU LEFT OFF~" Jevil teased with a grin, trying to spur the spambot into action.

... Spamton could cry tears of joy if he wasn't just playfully threatened. His confidence spiked up as his face returned to its normal white hue... it was time to scratch that itch he had just minutes prior.

"LEAVING YOURSELF OPEN FOR ME, [[AYYYYYyyyyy!]]? WELL, LET ME REOPEN OUR CONTRACT WITH A NEW [[8-digit phone number]] SPECIL!" The normally pink and yellow glasses flooded with an intimidating reflection that flashed seemingly from nowhere.

"YOU KNOW WHAT? I DON'T NEED [[friends |The boys| i've got knives!]] TO SH0 W I MEAN [[business]]. IVE GOT THE RIGHT [[trick up my sleeve]] FOR YOU, JEVIL.."  That grin seemed to widen as Spamton drew closer to Jevil, teasingly wiggling his fingers at him before pouncing on him and kneeding over his sides and ribs.

"UEEHEEHEEHEEHEE! -SNORT- SO NOHOW YOU CHOOSE TOHOHO PLAY WITH M-GYAHAHAHAHEEE!" Jevil cackled out, immediately bursting with laughter. He kicked his feet and flailed his arms aimlessly while he let Spamton give him the "deal of a life time".

The doll's fingers swirled and scritched slowly up, just barely grazing the jesters armpits.. closer and closer… Jevil was secretly expecting it so the blow wouldn't be as shocking as before to the ticklish area... however he was startled by the rapid booping to his hip area on both sides.

"AAAAH!!!" Jevil shrieked in surprise. He hopped up reflexively, accidentally knocking the spambot off of him and onto the floor.

Pink and yellow swirls encircled Spamton's glasses while his jaw fell ajar, and little angel spams flew around his head. Spamton shook his head, making the angel Spamtons disappear all the while Jevil rubbed the tickles away from his hip joints. Spamton hopped to his feet, quietly clasping his hands together in assessment of the situation "HM? A LITTLE [[jump rope!]]? I THINK I HAVE A [[home remedies]] FOR THAT." The spam-bot snuck to Jevil's leg, before jumping on and attaching himself. He started to climb him like a kitten.

"AYEEEHEEHEE! WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO ME!? CLIMBING ME LIKE A TREEHEEHEE!?" the jester giggled, dancing around, hopping from foot to foot as Spamton crawled up his leg.

When Spamton got to Jevil's midsection, the Email-bot gently squeezed the tickle spot under the jester uniform every time he grabbed to climb.

"ARE YOU SAYING THAT YOU'RE NOT [[Christmas trees now 50% off at your local Walmart!]]? THATS [[false advertising]]! FOR SOMEONE WHO ISN'T A [[fine oak]]]..." Spamton climb up until he was on Jevil's back, securing his position with his knees. "YOU'RE QUITE THE [[Blueberry Maple Syrup]]." 

The puppet tickled along the jester's shoulder blades, and neck coil, which scrunched, and skyrocketed off his shoulders upon the unexpected touch.

"NYA HAHA! YOU LITTLE GYEEHEEHEEHEE! -SNORT-!" Jevil squawked, trying to catch his head and put it back on. It was boinging around, the coils now fully accessible to the puppet teasing the area. "WHYHY MUST THE DOHOHOLL BE SO CRUEL HEEHEEHEE T-TO TIHIHIHIHICKLE THE NIGHT LIHIHIGHTS OUT OHOF THE F-FOOHOOHOOL, FOOHOOHOOHOOHOOL!?"

Jevil continued to dance around, unable to dislodge the gremlin latched onto him.

Spamton bulleted laughter with a cheeky and mischievous tone. The salesman skittered over the exposed neck coil while using his other hand to poke under jevil's arm when he tried to reach up and grab his head. 

"IM [[SURPRISE!!]] YOU'RE ABLE TO [[Time it to ryhme it!]] WHILE IM [[Tickletickletickletickle~]] YOU!" He teased, swapping from multiple spots with that single free hand away from the coil.

Jevil slammed the one arm down that Spamton could reach every time the puppet poked and prodded under there, making it hard for the clown to reach his hat to put his head back on his shoulders. He couldn't get it with just one hand! The other was practically tied to his side in defense.

"UEEHEAHAAHAaHaHA- -SNORT-!!! OHONOHOHO NO THIHIS ISN'T FAIR- N-NOHOT UNDER THERE, THERE!!" 

"NOT [[right there on the dotted line!]]? ARE YOU SURE? THIS SPOT LOOKS LIKE IT MAKES YOU [[satisfied customer!]]"

"NAHAHAHOOO! BAHAHAD SPOT! BAD SPAHAHAHAAAAT! UEEHEEHEEGEEHEE! -SNORT-" the Jester laughed, squatting down for a moment. He suddenly sprung up, his body catching up to his head, and he grabbed one of the tails of his hat. He swiftly popped it back into place before bouncing back onto the floor.

Jevil sprawled out on the floor belly down, trying to catch his breath.

Spamton paused after a moment, letting the jester have a bit of a break to recover from the monkey climb tickle attack.

"HAVE YOU HAD ENOUGH OF THE [[Stand-up specil]] YET [[now introducing the lil' devil darlin!]]?"

Spamton turned around, facing Jevil's J-shaped tail. It was wagging from left to right in a cat-like manner, almost similar to a wacky waving inflatable arm flailing tube man. 

"OR DO I HAVE TO WHIP OUT THE  [[ BIIIIIG GUNS! Come and buy them before huntin' season!]]?" 

If Spamton could stretch his toothy grin even further into a menacingly playful expression, he would probably be wearing it in this moment. He had an ongoing theory, and if it proved to be correct, he would most likely have Jevil beat, if not even from when the clown got him.

"W-WAIT... WHAT GUNS, GUNS?" Jevil asked nervously. He wasn't exactly sure what Spamton's next target was, but the little doll's confidence was worrying  to the Jester. The spambot was tuckering him out quite quickly already. But admittedly his curiosity was peaked too.

"IT DEPENDS," he started, the Jester hearing the clear grin in his voice. "HOW [[ready, set, go!]] ARE YOU TO FIND 0UT?"

"I-I... UM... HEHE..." Jevil's smile curled up into his own grin. "MORE READY THAN YOU ARE FOR MY INEVITABLE REVENGE! UEEHEEHEE!" he teased back.

Spamton's face flooded red, steam coming out of his ears in embarrassment while a honking choo-choo sound effect accompanied it. How DARE him! Spamton wasn't gonna get all embarrassed from that teasing little jack in the box right now! 

"FOR SOMEONE IN THE [[sticky situation]] YOU ARE," Spamton inquired, grabbing Jevil's tail with a hand. "YOU'RE AWFULLY BR4VE   TO POKE [[the bear!]] POKE [[the sides]] POKE [[the tum]]!"

"HEY! HANDS OFF THE TAIL OR ELSE I WILL POKE 'THE TUM, TUM'!" Jevil squeaked, trying to sound intimidating but failing miserably. He tried to wiggle his tail out of the puppet's grip, but he seemed to be latched onto it like a koala.

Sensing the nervousness, Spamton hummed curiously. Perhaps Jevil DID have a secret to hide about his tail... he was much too curious for his own good, the trashman brought his hand up to the tippy top of that strange looking imp tail, giving it a slight poke. Jevil loudly squeaked, his tail starting to wag back and forth similarly to a worm trying to escape.

"SPAMTON I SWEAR TO SEAM, IF YOU DO IT, ILL COME BACK TEN TIMES AS HARD! MORE POWERFUL THAN THE RED JOKER CARD, CARD!" Jevil was beyond nervous. He kept his tail in sight for VARIOUS reasons... It was a weak point. If Spamton even tried- 

"OH? MORE POWERFUL THAN [[here kitty-kitty!]]?" Spamton wiggled a couple of fingers on it. "I'D HONESTLY LIKE TO SEE YOU [[try, try again!]]"

"PFFFPAHAHAHA! I WIHIHILL JUSTYOUWAHAHAHAHAIT!-SNORT-" the little devil cackled already. Something about his tail made it just so sensitive. Perhaps it was because it was a true mark of his identity as an object, a key part of his being. It wasn't fair! Seam's tail wasn't like that, so why did his have to be!?

"CO0cHie COOCHie CO0  YOU LITTLE [[pop goes the weasel!]]~ IT DOESN'T T1CKL3, DOES IT?" The salesman teased. Now that made it worse! Couldn't Spamton just shut up already!? Not that Jevil wasn't having fun, but BOY the clown's fingers were starting to itch for a stuffed tummy.

"YOUOHOU'RE GOHOHONNA BEHEAHEHA SOHOHOREHEHEY!!!" Jevil threatened through his crazy clown belly laughs.

 Spamton felt he really didn't need to try too hard to tickle it. The puppet just barely wiggled over it, and the ticklish jester was already in stitches!  

Jevil at this moment realized just why Spamton never got the chance to tickle others often... 

"ITS TO0 BA D, RE4LLY." Spamton poked the tail with a single finger. "I WOULD HAVE THOUGHT YOU'D HAVE [[prison break!]] BY NOW. GUESS THAT OLD SPAM- SPAMTON G. SPAMTON HAS GOT THE [[number1rated salesman |G1gGleb0x|]] BEAT!" 

it was because the dealmaker seemed to make the premise of giving him a wrecking too hard to resist. 

Jevil's tail suddenly wrapped around Spamton's hand, the tip of it being placed in it similarly to a phone. Shocked at the sudden change, Spamton froze his tickling and started to stare at the tip in confusion.

Jevil started to catch his breath again, which let him be able to make ringing noises while shaking his tail like a phone ringing off its handle.

"HEHhaHeh... WELL, WELL? .. GONNA ANSWER IT?" Jevil asked, looking behind himself at Spamton, a look of which spamton returned with a nervous one. The puppet looked back towards the 'phone' hesitantly, before putting the receiver to his ear. "H-HELLO?"

"HELLO, HELLO!" Jevil said aloud.

Spamton stuttered.

"WH0 1-1 S THIS?"

"TICKLING DEPARTMENT!" 

Spamton's glitching cut out, his tone quiet and anxiously squeaky.

"... t… tickling department?"

All of a sudden, the tail whipped him up, throwing Spamton in the air before catching him in a comfortable snake-like coil. Spamton recovered from the sudden scare, before realizing the situation he was in.

The clown was up and at em', a devilish grin on his face alongside those playfully mischievous eyes. Oh spamton was a GONER! Literally, AND figuratively. Jevil had just been tickled to hell and back.. and still he somehow had a surprising amount of energy left. Spamton's eyes widened, his cheeks increasingly reddening at the playful expression on his friend's face... 

"ITS FOR YOU, YOU!~"

-- . .- -. .-- .... .. .-.. .

Seam's ears perked up once again to the sound of laughter. This time it was the glitchy cackling of that sly salesman. Thaaaat was to be expected honestly. The cat's keen ears caught every little noise that came from their playtime. Jevil wasn't one to truly get exhausted from a game so much as bored of playing the same game for too long. Perhaps that's why Spamton was so confident in pushing the joker's buttons.  Some of us have to learn the hard way, he supposed.

Seam chuckled to himself, sipping his tea and listening to the chaos in the other room. He missed having a family. They all did... So it only made sense that they stick together. 

The sound of crashing and squealing and laughing and utter chaos... 

He could certainly get used to this again.

[disco-elysium-via-polls]

🎵 Instrument of Surrender

It's not quite late enough for us to get the evening light bonus on the wall. Let's come back to that later.

ESPRIT DE CORPS - The sight of bullet holes stirs something in you, making you forget the lieutenant's surname.

Look closer first.

"Kim, look, bullet holes!"

[Discard thought.]

ESPRIT DE CORPS - The fading marks are too degraded to draw any forensic conclusions. Just chips in the sandstone.

VISUAL CALCULUS [Medium: Success] - They look pretty ancient...

"Kim, look, bullet holes!"

KIM KITSURAGI - "Where?" He looks around.

(Point to the chips in the wall.) "Someone has been shot! We're cops, we should solve it."

"Nothing, forget about it." [Finish thought.]

KIM KITSURAGI - "There?" He looks to the wall. "Those are *old*."

"Oh, you mean like from the Revolution?"

"What do you mean old?"

"Oh, okay then." [Finish thought.]

KIM KITSURAGI - "Yes, the one that happened half a century ago." He blinks. "Those bullets were fired during the Revolution and do not warrant an investigation by officers of civil law."

"Okay. What can you tell me about this Revolution?"

"Alright then." [Finish thought.]

KIM KITSURAGI - "Not much. I don't have a *fresh perspective* on it. Shall we go?"

Not sure why that didn't trigger before, but it would have given us +1 to the Visual Calculus check to reconstruct the execution scene.

Anyway, we actually didn't quite finish our conversation with Gaston and René before.

GASTON MARTIN - "It is such a pleasure to see you again, officer. How may I aid the Citizens Militia on this fine day?"

"You mentioned Jeanne-Marie Beaulieu. Who is that?"

GASTON MARTIN - "Oh, sweet Jeannie..." He gets a dreamy look in his eyes. "She was the finest woman in all of Revachol. Maybe the entire world."

RENÉ ARNOUX - "Do not *defile* her memory, Gaston." There's an almost imperceptibly small tremble in his voice. "Let her rest in peace."

AUTHORITY [Easy: Success] - His tone lacks its usual intensity, like he doesn't feel he has the right to speak on the matter.

"So you both know her?"

"What happened to her?"

"Sounds like this is between you two. I have other matters to address."

GASTON MARTIN - "We knew her, alright..." His friendly face lights up. "Lived on the same street our entire lives, just two houses apart. The three of us have been best friends since we were four."

"She was René's first girl, back when the prick was sixteen." He looks at the carabineer almost gently. "They were courting till he decided he'd rather die for some great *idéal* than just be hap---"

RENÉ ARNOUX - "AND THEN YOU STOLE HER FROM ME!" He jerks forward, but then grabs his chest and stops.

"Easy fellows, no need for this to get ugly."

Do not intervene.

"Sorry, but I *really* wanted to just ask some questions."

GASTON MARTIN - "Oh, officer..." Gaston is unfazed by the outburst. "It already got ugly nearly eighty years ago when the three of us were just learning to walk and talk."

RENÉ ARNOUX - "You stole her from me," René repeats, trying to steady his breathing and still clutching his chest.

GASTON MARTIN - "Well... technically *you* stole her from *me*, because we'd been pretty close ever since you two had that falling out over the ink you spilled over her pretty yellow dress..."

+5 XP

RENÉ ARNOUX - "We were just boys, then. This was different. *You*..." The tall veteran looks at you and nods.

"No point starting this all over again, for the thousandth and the first time. Especially when we have company." He turns to you: "Officer?"

2. "What happened to her?"

GASTON MARTIN - "She died of pneumonia two winters ago. It was a quiet passage. Peaceful." He smiles faintly.

"René and I were both by her bedside when she..." He pauses, searching for the right word.

RENÉ ARNOUX - "Died," he sharply fills the silence and adds: "No use sugar-coating it. Won't bring her back, will it now?"

GASTON MARTIN - "Departed," his partner finishes his sentence, then chuckles: "Until the very end she couldn't decide between us. The most indecisive woman I've ever met."

3. "Why do you think she was indecisive?"

GASTON MARTIN - "She could never make up her mind about anything. What to have for breakfast, favourite colour or which one of us to marry." The look in his eyes is happy and distant.

"She was always leaving one of us for the other, but never long enough to actually get married."

"Nothing wrong with weighing your options first."

"That's a bit odd."

GASTON MARTIN - "Heck," he says with a chuckle. "*Technically* we're both still engaged to her."

RENÉ ARNOUX - "You always confused her, couldn't let us be happy..." He says with heavy resentment. "Seduced her with your fancy words and *pastries*."

+5 XP

He suddenly remembers *you* are still there, falls silent, and turns away.

4. "Thanks for sharing." (Conclude.)

GASTON MARTIN - "Of course, officer," he says with a smile. "Memories are all we have left."

+5 XP

RENÉ ARNOUX - "Vigilance, officer!" He salutes you. "What can this old carabineer do for you?"

2. "I understand Jeanne-Marie meant a lot to you?"

RENÉ ARNOUX - "There's nothing for you to *understand* here," he snaps. "It is not *her* death you are investigating."

"Were the circumstances of her death in any sense...*unusual*?"

"Where was the photo of you two taken?"

"What happened with you, Gaston, and Jeanne-Marie?"

"Alright, let's back up to a less sensitive subject, okay?"

RENÉ ARNOUX - "Absolutely not." His voice is coarse. "She died of pneumonia in her bed at the age of 79. This is highly... usual."

2. "Where was the photo of you two taken?"

RENÉ ARNOUX - "Revachol Fair of '91 in the Faubourg district." His eyes turn to the sea. "A parade was held to honour Guillaume *Le Lion's* name-day. And the carabineers marched in the place of honour."

"You looked happy in the picture. Smiling."

"Okay, thanks."

RENÉ ARNOUX - "This was the happiest day of my life." This is said in such a matter-of-fact tone, it leaves no room for doubt.

3. "What happened with you, Gaston, and Jeanne-Marie?"

RENÉ ARNOUX - "I was 22 when I returned from King Guillaume's Ikeira Operation in the south and found my sweetheart in the arms of this wretch..."

ENCYCLOPEDIA [Medium: Success] - 'The Ikeira Operation' was a seven-year campaign during which Suzerain Guillaume's army forcefully united the people in the southeastern part of Le Petit Continent, collectively known as the Ikeira tribes, under the Revacholian banner.

RENÉ ARNOUX - He gives Gaston a hateful look. "I won her back, but while I was dealing with some... issues..."

GASTON MARTIN - "You were like a dark cloud sucking the joy out of every living thing around you, and you..." He quickly glances at you. "You... *hurt* her."

INLAND EMPIRE [Easy: Success] - Dark cloud? That sounds unpleasantly familiar...

RENÉ ARNOUX - "I... uh... I..." He looks down at his boots, lips moving, but the words are inaudible.

GASTON MARTIN - "Those days and memories are gone." He nods and looks René with something resembling compassion.

RENÉ ARNOUX - The old soldier says nothing, but when his glance quickly runs over Gaston's face, there's an odd look in his eyes.

+5 XP

EMPATHY [Formidable: Success] - Could it be... guilt?

COUPRIS KINEEMA - In the cabin you see a set of steering levers, a radio on a hook, a pull-out toolbox and the soft glow of the fuel pre-heater gauge.

4. Tap on the fuel pre-heater gauge.

COUPRIS KINEEMA - As you tap on the gauge, the indicator pin jerks as if startled. It's in the large orange sector, indicating the engine is warm. Next to the gauge is a red switch labelled HEAT.

KIM KITSURAGI - "Now-now. That's enough fun with the foldable headlights. I know they're mesmerising. They're also fragile. I'm not going to turn it on for you again."

Pick up the radio again.

ALICE - "This is Precinct 57," the operator greets you through the static. "How may I assist you?"

"Alice, please connect me to the 41st again."

"Please connect me to Sylvie again."

"Connect me to Jamrock Public Library."

"I need to report a dead body on the Martinaise boardwalk."

"I'm done with the radio for now." (End call.)

ALICE - "One moment..." You can hear her shuffling through some papers.

"Can you please describe the body -- age, sex, cause of death?"

"An unidentified middle-aged man. Height 170-175 cm, dark hair, medium build. Looks like he slipped, fell through a hole in the boardwalk and hit his head against the metal bench."

KIM KITSURAGI - "We suspect he might have been inebriated when he fell -- there were bottles all around him, and traces of vomit on his shirt."

ALICE - "Any signs of violence?"

"No, seems like it was an accident."

"Someone might have… pushed him?"

"There might be a *sequence killer* on the loose."

ALICE - "No field autopsy necessary..." she repeats.

PERCEPTION (HEARING) [Medium: Success] - You can hear her quickly typing in the background.

ALICE - "What about his belongings? Did you examine his clothes?"

"He was wearing boots, trousers and an old leather jacket with a bright blue lining. I found a library card from his pockets."

ALICE - "Any information on the library card?"

"It's from Central Jamrock Public Library. It belongs to someone named Billie Méjean."

ALICE - "Good, you have a lead."

"Do you and Lieutenant Kitsuragi want to take the case or should I assign it to someone else?"

"We're taking the case."

ALICE - "I have assigned the case to Lieutenant Kim Kitsuragi. Please follow up on this library lead to identify the man. We'll send someone to take the body to the morgue."

"That's all for now. Thank you for reporting in. Is there anything else I can do for you?"

3. "Connect me to Jamrock Public Library."

ALICE - "Hold on, officer."

"…"

"…"

"…"

"I've got Central Jamrock Public Library on the line and I've already introduced you to their librarian. Connecting the call in 2... 1..."

JAMROCK PUBLIC LIBRARY - "Yes, this is Central Jamrock Public Library here." A male librarian answers the call. "How can I help you, officer?"

EMPATHY [Easy: Success] - He sounds worried, yet ready to assist. This is how people get when the police call.

"I'm looking for any information that you can provide on Billie Méjean, a reader."

JAMROCK PUBLIC LIBRARY - "Billie, Billie *Méjean*, you said? Give me a moment, I'll have to check our database." He puts down the receiver.

"..."

"..."

"..."

SHIVERS [Medium: Success] - On Meroe drive in Central Jamrock -- in a darkened hall lit by orange desk lamps -- far away from the noise outside -- a middle-aged man taps commands into an old radiocomputer. A printout falls on the desk. Behind him, a lonely reader scours some dusty bookshelves, looking for a paperback...

JAMROCK PUBLIC LIBRARY - "Yes, hello, are you still there?" You can hear him fiddle with the printout. "I found Billie Méjean's home address, is that alright? No phone number unfortunately."

LOGIC [Medium: Success] - They're too poor to have a phone line.

"Yes, home address is fine."

"I'm not really that good with addresses."

JAMROCK PUBLIC LIBRARY - "Here we go, sir: Rue de Saint-Ghislaine 33B, apartment no 20. It's in Martinaise, I believe... Capeside Apartments, it says. That's all."

REACTION SPEED [Easy: Success] - That's where the smoker on the balcony lives, isn't it?

A couple doors down, I believe.

"Do you have any other information on Billie Méjean?"

"Thank you. That's all from me, I have no other questions." (End call with the library.)

JAMROCK PUBLIC LIBRARY - "It says here that they returned their last book just a few days ago, but I wasn't at work that day."

"Do you know someone who was?"

JAMROCK PUBLIC LIBRARY - "Marie?" He covers the phone with his hand and yells out into the room behind him: "Marie! Do you remember a reader named Billie Méjean? They returned a Thibault book the other day..." You hear someone answer from afar.

PERCEPTION (HEARING) [Challenging: Success] - "Maurice, what?!" a woman yells. Then: "Yes-yes, okay, if it was the police..." She starts explaining something.

JAMROCK PUBLIC LIBRARY - "Yes, it was my colleague Marie," the librarian is speaking into the phone again. "She said that it was Billie's *husband* who returned the book. He also asked for this new sci-fi release "Loos, Radio City '87", but we don't have it yet."

LOGIC [Medium: Success] - Good. You have a name now.

"So Billie Méjean is a woman, not a man? How did your colleague know that it was her husband?"

"Do you know the husband's name?"

"Can Marie describe to me what the husband looked like?"

"Thank you. That's all from me, I have no other questions." (End call with the library.)

JAMROCK PUBLIC LIBRARY - "Marie knows Billie, she's been working here longer than me. Sometimes her husband returns some books for her."

EMPATHY [Easy: Success] - And then goes for a little drink later, on the lookout...

2. "Do you know the husband's name?"

JAMROCK PUBLIC LIBRARY - "Sorry, no -- Marie only knows him by sight."

3. "Can Marie describe to me what the husband looked like?"

JAMROCK PUBLIC LIBRARY - "Marie..." A moment passes.

"She said it was an older man... And that she's pretty sure he had had a drink or two the last time she saw him."

"What was he wearing?"

JAMROCK PUBLIC LIBRARY - "Uh, one second..." The librarian turns away from the phone again and relays the question.

"Sorry, Marie wasn't really paying any attention to that."

4. "Thank you. That's all from me, I have no other questions." (End call with the library.)

JAMROCK PUBLIC LIBRARY - "Happy we could help. Good bye, officer." The librarian hangs up and the call gets redirected back to the station with a soft click...

+5 XP

Level up!

ALICE - "Anything else you need from me?"

3. "I'm done with the radio for now." (End call.)

ALICE - "Fifty-seventh, over and out." Her voice disappears into the void.

One more small task to attend to while we're still out and about.

BIRD'S NEST ROY - "Hello hello! Let me know if I can help you with anything."

"Hey, do you know how to fix this?" (Show him the bundle of magnetic tape.)

BIRD'S NEST ROY - He looks at the bronze-coloured bundle in your hand. "You mean re-spool it? Yeah, I do, but..."

"Great! Could you do it, please? This is important, I need to be able to play this tape for someone."

BIRD'S NEST ROY - He slowly finishes his thought: "...but I'm not some Mr. Fixit, I'm a pawnbroker. If you want to pawn the tape, sure. Although it looks pretty... worthless."

SUGGESTION [Trivial: Success] - Just explain why you need this so much. He's bound to understand.

"Wait, but you tinker with film tapes all the time. Isn't that the same?"

"Worthless? It's not worthless, Roy. This could be the next big thing for the local dance music scene."

"Hmh, maybe you can help me some other way, then."

BIRD'S NEST ROY - "No, it's different... those film tapes actually *mean* something to me, but this is just a worthless bundle of old tape."

"Worthless? It's not worthless, Roy. This could be the next big thing for the local dance music scene."

BIRD'S NEST ROY - "Huh?" He slowly taps his fingers on the counter. "What do you mean?"

"Do you know that old church down the coast?"

BIRD'S NEST ROY - "Yes. What about it?"

"I met some young ravers near the place. They want to turn the church into a nightclub and play some weird neo-disco beats there -- they call it *anodic dance music*. I promised to help them with that."

BIRD'S NEST ROY - "Is it any good? The music, I mean."

"No, that's the thing -- you can't believe how unbelievably thin the beat is. There's nothing to it, no bass! It just goes *bzoot-bzoot-bzoot*. But this tape could make it *hard core*.

"Not very. I need to funk it up."

BIRD'S NEST ROY - "Man, you're really invested in this." He looks at the bundle of tape in front of him. It shimmers under the shop's dazzling light show.

"Okay, I'll help you out. It's going to take a moment though, so just sit back and relax..."

You take some time to look around the store… The play of visuals all around the pawnshop is mesmerizing. Suddenly, Roy turns back to you with a reel of tape in his hand and coughs.

(Look at the clock.) "Wait, this took more than just 'a few moments'. That was at least fifteen minutes!"

"Well, thanks for the help." (Proceed; take the repaired tape.)

BIRD'S NEST ROY - "Yeah." He nods. "It was. Re-spooling isn't that difficult, although I had to mend the tape in a few places."

"Anyhow, it's yours now..." He slides the tape closer to you on the counter top.

2. "Well, thanks for the help." (Proceed; take the repaired tape.)

BIRD'S NEST ROY - "Yeah. My pleasure. I do what I can for true passion projects... Just try not to use this tape for negative photon emissions. Take responsibility, okay."

The bronze-coloured tape found in the branches of a hawthorn tree has been reconstructed into an usable reel of magnetic tape. It's pretty fragile and in an odd format which doesn't fit into any portable tape players. Nevertheless, Egg Head will be stoked.

[hockeynoses]

and baby, baby, you can see me

Snz fic: Kurt from Sp/ree

Summary: Kurt is sick and does a chhinkni review for his followers. 1k.

Warnings: MESS. (You know me by now.)

Notes: Getting back in the game with a little variation on a theme. I wrote this this morning, so please forgive any mistakes!

For those of you that don’t know the movie/character - his dialog is supposed to be cringe, so that’s why it’s... like that. 😂

(Title from Digital Get Down~🎵)

~*~

“Hey, whad’s up guys - it’s Kurt here, from Kurt’s World.” He gives a futile sniffle and swipes a finger under his nose. He’s sitting on his bed, facing the camera on its stand, figuring he would need both hands for this. “I thought I’d do a product review for you guys today. I’b kind of sick but,” he gives an awkward chuckle, “ndo days off, right?  I always wadda have dnew condent for you guys.”

He’s so stuffed up that he has to breathe through his mouth, his nostrils already pink and slightly shining with moisture.

“I got sobe of this stuff called…” he looks at the tube, “Chhinkni? Ab I saying that right?  Idt’s like a kind of sdeezing powder. Subbosed to clear your siduses.” Giving another clogged sniff, he barely manages to get any air through, his sinuses sounding like they’re packed with wet cement.

“Which, ha, clearly I dneed right dnow.” A crooked smile pulls at his mouth, just before his eyes go hazy, a tickle buzzing to life deep in his nose. “Huh… Oh by god, it’s li-hiiiih-ke,” he says, turning his face up to stare at the light, “I haven’t beed able to sdeeze all – ehhh- SNF. All day.”  Blinking for a moment, he waits, frustrated.

“It’s like it’s all just stuck indside by dnose and it won’t combe out. Fuck.” He shakes his head, incessant buzzing still there, and tries to refocus. “So I’b hoping this will help. SNF.”

Twisting the cap off the small vial in his hand, he says, “This bmight be a bit gross, but you guys know I’b willing to try it for you!  Godda get the inforbation oudt there.” He taps out a small pile of brown powder into his palm. "Hmm... I guess I just… snort idt?  Here… here goes dnothing!”  Pressing his damp nostrils over the powder, he snorts it up as best he can into his already packed nasal passages. He tilts his head back as his eyes start to water.

“Whoa… that definitely…” He adjusts to the sensation as the tickle buzzes with renewed vigor. “I can definitely feel that. Idt sbells like menthol, I thiiiink- heh – ha-EXXXSH!” It takes him by surprise, spraying down onto his lap before he has time to cover. He sniffs up a bit of liquid that escaped onto his cupid’s bow, swiping the rest up with the back of his hand.

“Ugh,” a relieved exhale, “Well, that worked for sure.”  He waits, getting nothing more than an annoying, prickling itch. “Baybe I need to take bmore.” This time he pours out a larger pile onto his hand, determined. “It’s hard to judge with this stuff, you know?” he says, leaning forward and snorting the powder, rubbing his raw nostrils back and forth on his palm to make sure he gets it all. “There. If that isn’t enough, then this stuff is weak as shiii-hih- oh fuck-”

His head rears back, eyes scrunching shut. He holds his hands out, several inches away from his face in a pathetic attempt to cover, before exploding with a loud, “hah-AEESSHOO! Hih-RRSSHH’IUE!” He groans, blinking his heavy eyelids in a daze. The spray from his fit glitters in the air, caught in the rays of sunlight filtering in through the bedroom window. Droplets cover his palms as well, and there’s a glossy mess coating his upper lip.

“As you guys can see- heh – it’s – heh-IIRSSSHHoo!” This time he cups his hand over his nose and mouth, bending forward with the force of it. “It’s… hih’GSSHHOO! Ugh. It’s helbing with the congestion- ESSSHH! ITTCCH! Oh by god.” Pulling his hand back from his face, there are cords of gleaming mess clinging to him. He barely has time to feel embarrassed before- “hhh’RRISSSH-AH! Heh-kkxxSH! Guh… huh’ESSSHHUH!”

Now he’s too far gone, and he keeps his hand tight to his face. He can feel the entire lower part of his face covered in the muck that had been forced out of him. “I have to – ESSSH’UU!  I godda get a tissue.” Getting out of bed, his hand still plastered to his face, he scurries off camera for a moment. A crackling noseblow fills the air, the bed still empty. A pause, then the sound of another squelching blow, the rest of the congestion gushing into the soft cotton.

Kurt pops back into frame, settling himself onto the bed again, the box of tissues clutched in his hand. “Sorry about that, guys. Wow, that stuff really works, huh? Hah-ESSHOOO!” More spray is released into the air, twirling in the afternoon light. He pulls a fresh tissue from the box, pressing it to his raw nose and blowing weakly before he’s surprised by another – “hih-ERSSSHH’iue!” that’s muffled into the crumpled tissue.

He tosses it to the floor and gets a new one, folding it and holding it a couple inches from his face, waiting. “Heh… oh combe on – ehhh… hiiih’IITTSSSHUU!” Head snapping forward, he buries his nose into the tissue, immediately soaking it with the sheer amount of congestion that’s dislodged. “Gross,” he says with a weak laugh, pulling back to look at the mess in the cotton. “You guys probably don’t wadda see that.” He sniffles thickly and mops his face up with the soggy tissue.

“Well, now we know it works and – hih’ERSSSHH! EH-TSSUU! God, I don’t think these are godda stob – hah-GHSHOO!” Collecting a handful of tissues, he presses the bundle to his face and unleashes a wet, bubbling blow.

“I think I’d rate this uhh, an A+? It – heh – it for sure clears your sinuses, although I think in mby case there’s just too buch to clear out. Hiiiih…eh-TTSSHOO! SNF. I’d better sign off dnow,” he says, still holding a tissue under his nose. “Thangs for watching and don’t forget to like, subscribe, and share!” Leaning forward to stop the recording, his face contorts once again, nostrils flaring. The video blips off with a – “hih-EHH-”

[dyinggoosenoises]

I know the last ones blue but here’s the ask for every question

:DDD yay!!

📷 What’s set as your phone’s lockscreen?

it says [lesbian panic] on a peach/pink background. its a heartstopper reference

🍫 Cheese or chocolate?

chocolate definitely, i dont like cheese

✨ Do you have any nicknames?

i have a couple, but they all have my name in them so i cant share them

🎵 Last song you listened to?

dial drunk - noah kahan

✏️ Have you ever written fanfiction?

nope

😏 Are you on discord?

yep

💛 Do you have any piercings?

yeah, both my ears are pierced

🐰 What do you think says the most about a person?

um. idk.

🍪 If you were a cookie, what kind would you be?

oatmeal chocolate chip 😌

🐶 Are you more of a dog person or a cat person?

cat person, but i love dogs too

🎧 Headphones or earbuds?

earbuds (with wires)

🌼 What’s the last thing you said out loud?

'love you too' to my cat when she bit me

🙃 What’s a weird fact that you know?

yesterday was the national day of remembrance and action on violence against women

🦉 Are you a morning person or a night owl?

night owl

🧸 Favorite place to nap?

i dont nap often but probably my bed

🏳️‍🌈 Are you a member of the LGBTQIA+ community?

yeah, im a genderqueer possibly demisexual lesbian

🦋 Describe yourself in three words.

hate, this, question

👖 Jeans or sweatpants?

sweatpants are always superior, theyre just so comfy

🥤 What’s your go-to Starbucks order?

i dont drink starbucks, but my drink order at tims is a medium steeped tea, one milk, one sugar

🧡 A color you can’t stand?

mustard yellow

💎 What’s your most prized possession?

my stuffed rabbit that ive had since i was born

☕ Coffee or tea?

tea obviously, coffee is gross

🦖 Favorite extinct animal?

the dodo bird :]

🌙 How long have you been on tumblr?

since march of this year

🌴 Desert island item?

swiss army knife

🐸 Describe your aesthetic.

uh. idk what my aesthetic is

🔮 What’s your dream job?

psychologist

💙 Relationship status?

taken by the most wonderful amazing beautiful perfect person in the whole world <3

🌿 Describe your favorite outfit.

these really comfy grey sweatpants, my internal screaming shirt, and my blue banff hoodie

🎤 Is there a song you know all the lyrics to?

i know all the lyrics to most of the songs i listen to, but i think the most impressive one is that i know all the lyrics of the entirety of hamilton

🤎 What color is your hair?

light brown

💌 Do you talk to yourself?

only in my head

💄 Do you wear makeup?

only on special occasions like a wedding or something

🌸 Best compliment you ever received?

i love all the compliments i get but one that i really remembered was when my friend told me i had nice eyebrows soooo......

💞 @ your favorite blog.

this will come to no surprise @idontliketomatoesleavemealone <3333

[toinfinitywinning]

What you see & hear- or even if you can. Just a cover.

Open it? There’s no tellin’ the worm. But you bought the ticket. It’s your Day 1.

They’re gonna try to break you.

Yk every Day I wake up. And I’m scared of it. Don’t want to. And not b/c im warm in my bed snuggling w/ my feather duvet and rain, with the weight of a horse on my legs play pretending he’s a 3 lb Show shhnowzaa but b/c I’ve already, already lived it. And having been in a constant State of fight or flight, normal or abnormal, sometimes u can’t tell —I still feel bad. W/e differentiation you had to separate the two both ended up at the North Pole but you’ve at least got Santa.

So this means I’m confused all Day but I still want some of Michael’s Secret Stuff Gatorade (haterade) from “welcome to the space jam—alright.” 🎵. To get me through. A safe energy drink. And your body doesn’t ☊ anymore so the more you talk to yourself the saner. It’s just I’ve never had to fake I’m physically okay to be present so much. Physical sickness affects ur mind Health and if you already struggle w/ that my condolences b/c your leg hurts too.

It’s a nightmare never 1-upping to a dream of being without. Then some days it’s will hear a song or remember a Good time or just Start crying-faucet not included. No acute-reason onset. (We gotta find another word for trigger no joke). I only subconsciously wonder will today be better…Will I get better? And I don’t know why I continue to continue being somewhere inbtw positive and negative. All the sudden my mind is taxed and so are your paychecks and I’ve been up for 15 minutes not even thinking I was thinking b/c Truth is, when something becomes your reality for such a Long time, everything just runs together. You’re afraid to feel anything yet know if you don’t it’s not just your body ready to atrophy. Not Good. And it’s a sneaky lil’ mf.

I can’t Imagine the omnipresent (best word for constant I got) Pain people feel having been with Illness their whole lives. How differently their world is shaped. Pain, prolonged cynicism, Illness prolonged, disability prolonged, w/e u used to think about things is gone unless you’re born one of these ways. Now to be clear I was born this Way but not THIS Way don’t get it twisted. Some days I wonder what it would be like to swap around. W/e it is—This presence does not belong to God— but maybe its mere existence really does b/c we won’t have anyone to thank if things get better? And there’s no joy in the things we’ve hoped for and overcome? And everything always has an End result of some kind…Right? If that’s my endgame I can only look at some things very matter of fact-ly. But. Here we are. Pending. Loading. Accept All Cookies. Your Health for potential healing is At the mercy of literally a button click away from quality or lifesaving or changing Medicine or therapy. CAN YOU AFFORD TO STAY ALIVE? Be fired? Bankrupt-ed? Evicted? No college, no trade School, but you work ur butt off to provide but you’re still paid $7.25/hr as I was as head intramural supervisor at Georgetown College. 15 years ago. Not just that, exist, like eating, clothes to wear, some sort of roof. So you’re choosing between crappy and crappier. Literally no difference. How in the is someone even going to try to stay healthy?!

Thankfully I don’t have to worry as much about the material, which, its Stress alone induces more trauma and Anxiety, but I’d bet how we feel physically isn’t too different. All the sudden again in the subconscious where I am all the time I’m figuring and not truly present you really think existentially like how in not God’s name clearly did I get here? I fixed everything. But Life isn’t played by a claw that has never won anybody a teddy bear. I wouldn’t pin karma to me in itself but it sure makes you think.

None of this is about to make sense but it’s where my mind took me.

Think about what was happening in your Life before things changed. Before literally waking up one Morning and knowing that very second things had to change or I was headed toward death a lot faster than I thought until that God moment. I don’t have many of them that are that dramatic but nothing was clearer to me in that moment. And then that Damn bat and conspiracy crap of government population control. If anthrax was sprinkled in Amazon boxes we’d be extinct. But Pretty sure we know how to get rid of people without breaking a beaker or test tube and then turning on a fan just gifting particles. And Unraveling ALL of the many ways of healing I’d finally lived into. I was so close. To every Fk up id invited. And so asking why anymore seems vacant. Echoing. And my ears hurt. ATP I’m More so saying well, I’m not sure that strategy is going to work anymore. Where’s the ღ in Health. It’s lost it. How much are you worth? No, like write down a monetary number on a piece of paper, fold it and slide it across the desk. Insurance companies be like: I see your offer and I’ll raise your offer: have you tried dying yet? B/c you could save a lot of money that way. The money it will take to bury you might even be more deadly.

So The most defeating part is beginning the Day as it ends. When I think about that it’s just like how did I get here? I’m still stubborn about it but maybe regardless of w/e someone accomplishes there’s the reality you’re still living in an imperfect world where you can only control so many things. Even if u gain that control back all those traps R still available. So you can Imagine my surprise when there’s not enough OCD to Go around to control THIS. regardless of what we can have control over, do that, b/c the smaller victories become magnified and walking to the kitchen to take your Meds that may or may not be helping is like an 8-ball w/ only 8 options. Eenie meenie miney. Mo.

I don’t set out to cry or tear up in the videos I share. I’ve always been a cryer. I’ve been told I feel things more intensely so it hits different, does different. The direct quote will remain anonymous but the sentimental pack rat in me wrote it down ASAP. Like, a handwritten letter. You took TIME for me. The quote—It was several years ago and I almost can’t stand it b/c it’s me in whatever kind of Shell is available at the time.

[“people perceive me as an individual who has the kindest of all hearts, but who struggles with the realities of life given that kindness…Like how the tenderhearted feel the pains of the earth more intensely.”]

It’s so true. But if I can’t be real what Good’s that gonna do? For me it further affirms what I already am living. In Edgar’s scary A** pit or with the company of not one canary in the coal mine.

C’ya in the AM. 🫡

[gglitchshit]

Gliaster: 👁️👻💥😨🌙🕷️🌹🌌📣mouse trap👑🎵🎡🔫📎💧❤️💌 SORRY ITS TOO MUCH feel free to skip questions if u want im just 👉👈

FINALLY....AFTER ALMOST A YEAR... I have answered this. 😎<333

I wrote this all up in a note app so I guess that's why the text size is inconsistent, sorry for that! >_< (edit: I figured it out and fixed it yayyy)

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👁️ EYE - what colour are their eyes? do people notice their eyes? is there anything special about them (shows emotion easily, literally magical…)?

Golden! And since their eyes are big, so people do notice them easily (but I guess that's also because asura heads are also usually big)... Also! They glow in the dark. 😏 It starts as soon as dawn/dusk/any slight darkening... (realistically they just reflect light but hhhh glowy eyes pog)

👻 GHOST - do they believe in ghosts? what are their “ghostly experiences”, if any?

They do! I mean yeah since ghosts exist in Tyria They did see some even when they were traveling the world, but the number of ghost sightings greatly increased in Elona (*coughs* The Desolation). They usually don't care/bother though so they don't have any experiences to speak of.

💥 COLLISON - what emotions do they have trouble dealing with?

Hmm maybe grief? Like... they can deal with it but pretty badly as they haven't learned to mourn properly since they never had the "chance".

😨 FEARFUL - when scared, do they go into “flight” or “fight”?

Fight! 💥 They're ready to throw hands at the slightest spook anytime.

🌙 MOON - what is your oc’s greatest wish? how far are they willing to go for it?

Hmmm I guess at the core of them, "be the wisest necromancer of all time" is the one. They almost straight up died for it once (days of starving in the prisons of Gandara just so they could learn necromancy from Joko), so yeah they're willing to go pretty far. 😈

🕷️ SPIDER - what is their biggest fear? do they have any irrational / mundane fears?

They're terrified of any kind/amount of memory loss. While some people may fear being forgotten, Gliaster fears forgetting.

Mundane fears, mostly...sand sharks! More specifically, getting jumpscared and eaten by a sand shark.

🌹 ROSE - do they like valentines day? have they been confessed to before? have they confessed to anyone before?

They don't really care for it; they love their beloved every 365 day of the year!  Plus, they prefer surprises; affection and gifts are best when they're unexpected and not "ohh I bought you this because it's x day."

And yes to both! Gliaster is (Rick Astley voice) no stranger to love and has been on both end of confessions.

🌌 MILKY WAY - what was the inspiration behind your oc? what was the first thing you decided about them?

My inspiration was my love for Joko and Elona, which kickstarted breaking Gliaster out of the shackles of being the Commander and turned them into my 100% "original" character! But I remember the very first thing I decided about them was their gender.❤️ I looked at asura and went wow I want what they have. I instantly knew Gliaster would have none of any gender.

📣 MEGAPHONE - how loud are they? what do they speak like? got a voice claim?

Even though it sounds nice and appealing, their voice is quite high-pitched, which is something they're insecure about (and the older they get the more insecure they get as well). I do not have a spoken voice claim, only sung one, but it is Aneela Mirza! Some might know her from the 90's europop duo Toy-Box, lol.

Here's an example video I made btw hehehe

🪤 MOUSE TRAP - what will always lure them into certain danger? a loved one in danger? a promise of something they are always searching for?

Oh yes, a loved one in danger for sure... But also some source of knowledge that is thought to be very valuable. They try to think rationally and be careful if a suspicion of a bait ever happens (knowing well they're not-so-liked in some areas) but god do their emotions and curiosity get the better of them sometimes...

👑 CROWN - what does your oc want to be remembered as? why?

Definitely the books they write post-Joko, which is something no one really has done before (especially not from Gliaster's POV, who knew Joko intimately for 10 years)

They also want to be remembered for their necromancer skills, because it's something they've honed all their life.

🎵 MUSIC NOTE - what is their playlist like? their favourite artists? do you associate a particular song with them?

N/A for the first part of the question, but yee I have few songs like that!

"Whenever Wherever" by Shakira is their theme song (like the lyrics "Lucky that I love a foreign land for / the lucky fact of your existence" is sooooo perfect)

"Dancing with the Dead" by Powerwolf is pog as well (The whole thing just inspires me to really turn them into the next expansion villain lmao)

And any song that comes from their voiceclaim! (especially non-english songs)

🎡 FERRIS WHEEL - are they someone who wants to kiss at the top of the ferris wheel?

Not particularly want, but if it happened, they wouldn't mind... 😏 (They're not really a fan of cheesy stuff like that anyway)

🔫 PISTOL - do they trust people easily? how easily will they turn their back to someone? have they been backstabbed before? will they betray someone if given an ultimatum?

Nope! They turn their back hardly, and if they do so, their back will be covered. They're prepared for everything because they believe that anything they have done (for example, treason and murder :^)) could also be done to them. And yes as mentioned, they would betray someone (and did before) but only by their own decision and not an outside control.

📎 PAPERCLIP - a random fact.

They're polyamorous!

(Not a fun fact to you personally hehe but might be for people who read this. 👀 :3c)

💧 DROPLET - random angst headcanon

They usually cope with bad stuff with overworking themself.❤️ Also when Joko dies they just fall ill/sick from the initial depression/grief . :^)

❤️ RED HEART - their love language(s)?

Quality time and touch. <3

💌 LOVE LETTER - do they like love letters? what kind of messages do they leave for their partner?

They find the concept of long, heartfelt letters too cheesy but they do like leaving short notes around for Joko to find. Stuff like "I went to check on the Bonestrand people, will be back soon, don't miss me too much <3" Tyrian post-it shenanigans LMAO

[laslow]

"Happppyyy birthday, Inigo!"

He popped his head in-between Olivia and Inigo, arms raised, cape aloof, to reveal…. nothing of note. Just a set of happy little jazz hands.

"They call babies happy accidents, but that wasn't the case here, was it? Since you came into our lives, you've been my happiest purpose~"

His beaming could have taken a few eyes out, but even he couldn't help it if his smile had a mind of its own. Peeping over to his wife's soft fretting, he hummed to himself, pretending to be none the wiser.

"I thiiiink, you're looking for -- 🎵"

With an eloquent flick of his wrist, a bangle with three gemstones inlayed emerged from thin air. A cheap parlor trick, but it was cute, wasn't it?

"Ta daaa! Your mother's choice!"

And a quick snap of his other hand revealed a bouquet, with some gangly gladiolus flowers handwrapped in scrapped scrolls. Charmed to hold their color for a couple years longer. "Annnnnd mine!"

"Nya ha ha, you can stick these in the ground and watch them grow."

"Just like we'll watch you grow from now on." He says, oddities giving way to something wiser than his years. His smile splits plainly, for once, and his voice draws gently from his experiences out in the big, dark world out there. "Cross my heart and hope to live."

[pt 1!]

Speechless, he can only sniffle again, brush a shoulder against his tear-stained cheek. (Are there people whispering? Giggling behind their hands at his display?)

None of it matters when Henry appears, equally as ridiculous and embarrassing as Laslow remembers. He chokes out a laugh, lips twitching into a smile a hair less wide than his father's despite himself. "Father, please--"

He doesn't release Mother's hand. It's overwhelming, realizing they'd planned for this, meant to find him on this most splendid day. How quickly he returns to feeling like a child; shy from all the attention yet invincible all the same because his parents are the ones lavishing it on him.

Pink head tilts curiously. Laslow never could master the sleight of hand--only those over-the-top flourishes he so loves to use when presenting gifts of his own.

An appropriate gasp of surprise follows both reveals. With one last squeeze, he lets go of her hand, reverently taking his gifts. The bracelet's gemstones reflect softly in the light as he tilts it this way and that in admiration. "It's beautiful, Mom. Thank you!" He plants a kiss on her cheek, then buries his nose in the flowers.

Their scent is subtle, yet no less lovely. "Thank you, Father. I know the perfect spot for these in the greenhouse."

Paper crinkles as he jostles the gifts, slipping his bracelet over a wrist before engulfing both his parents in a hug. "I missed you guys so much," he mumbles, clinging tight for as long as they'll allow.

"Best birthday ever!"

[thatcrazycrowgirl]

Hi Crowie ^-^ Sorry for the long delay. Here are my gaming asks for You <3 Have fun

1 - 2 - 3 - 10 - 18 - 28 - 30

Tight hugs

🦋 Rumor Imbris 🌧️🎵⛈️🎶

@rumor-imbris! Hello! *hugs back* Don't worry about the timing, I was still happy to receive this from you! I hope you're well! <3 Anyway, allow me to finally get back to you with my answers! ^_^

(Also, sorry this got so gif-heavy, but I'm addicted to using them lol)

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1. Last game you finished?

Uncharted 4, baby! Loved it! (Nathan Drake has my heart)

2. Game(s) you’re currently playing?

For a while there, I was keeping on the Uncharted train and working through Uncharted: The Lost Legacy. However, I recently booted up Resident Evil: Village for the first time and have switched my focus over to that. (Chris Redfield also has my heart)

3. 1-3 games you’ve played in the past 12 months that you really enjoyed?

Hmm, let’s see...in no particular order...

1. Bioshock Infinite, for sure. I’ve literally have beaten the game 5 times now, with my most recent completed run being on the hardest difficulty, “1999 Mode” (complete with the tough ‘Scavenger Hunt’ Achievement’ #humblebrag), and I STILL enjoyed the heck out of it. (Booker DeWitt also, also has my heart, and Elizabeth is precious and needs to be protected at all costs)

2. Red Dead Redemption 2. I’m far from completing this game, but I love the world so much. It fun to just run around and explore and visit the towns, and such. AND THE DETAILS. THE AMOUNT OF DETAILS IS INSANE. (Arthur Morgan also, also, also has my heart)

3. Alan Wake/AW’s American Nightmare. THIS. GAME. THIS GAME LITERALLY CHANGED MY LIFE. No joke. It’s not just a game, it’s an experience. Gosh, I cannot praise it enough. The writing is just... *chef’s kiss* (Alan Wake himself may or may not also, also, also, also have my heart)

10. A console and/or handheld you’ve never played but would like to try?

There are some more modern consoles that I’ve yet to try, but since they play basically the same as some previous generation ones, I think I’m going to cheat with this question a bit and not necessarily highlight a console, but an arcade cabinet instead. There’s this one called “Carnevil”, which is basically an on-rail shooter type of game, but it takes place in a haunted, resurrected, and obviously evil carnival, run by a mad professor. (That aesthetic is just my jam, really.) It sadly has never been officially ported to any consoles, so chances of trying it are very low, but if I ever get the opportunity, I’d be one happy gal!

18. A game location you really like

Because I won’t shut up about Bioshock, I’m going to highlight the “Battleship Bay” section from Bioshock Infinite. It’s absolutely GORGEOUS and was one of the things that attracted me to the game in the first place. Seriously, that soft color palette is EVERYTHING.

28. Pick a series you like. What was the first game you played for it? Was it a good starting point? Would it still be a good starting point now?

Since I spoke about Bioshock in my last ask response, let me bring up an older series that was a HUGE staple of my late childhood/early teens: Sly Cooper (or Sly Raccoon, if you’re outside of the U.S.), I started with the first one when I was only 10, and was totally hooked! While most claim the 2nd game, Sly 2: Band of Thieves, is the best in the series, I believe playing the first one was the best starting point, and still think it is, even now. Sure, the other games may be a tad easier, and the first one may not be the most polished, it still has its charm, and sets up Sly’s motives and family history from the get go. (I still haven’t played the 4th one yet, but if I ever get my hands on a PS4 or PS5, you know I’ll give it a try!) Overall, I highly recommend this series!

30. Game you think you’ll finish next?

Given that they’re both what I’m currently focusing on, it’ll likely either be Resident Evil: Village or Uncharted: The Lost Legacy. I'm enjoying both so far!

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Thank you so much for you ask, and your patience! These were really fun to answer! ^_^

[crepuscularqueens]

🎵 John Silver + 🎵 Max/Eleanor

john silver

i had to think about this for a WHILE to think of something that didn't rely too heavily on a certain dynamic of his (because who IS he outside of how he relates to others and what he projects to them?) and didn't feel like i was copying off of someone else

finally settled on to the blade by everything everything

so you think there's no meaning in anything that we do / maybe its the silence, maybe its the war / try to understand it, try your best to understand the world / you're bleeding down a highway, you just want to listen to the road / well you called him a liar, and you called him a piece of dirt / and never can you take it back and never can you make it right

max/eleanor... thank god paramore's new album came out because idk if i would have a good answer to this without it. eleanor is most interesting to me in how she informs max's character arc, because of how max is able to learn to do what eleanor does better and how not to show her hand.

you first by paramore

everyone is the bad guy / and there's no way, no way to know who's the worst / but karma's gonna come for all of us / and i hope, i hope, i just hope / she comes, comes for you first, oh / which wolf wins? i guess it really depends / just gotta wait and see which one's appetite's the biggest / turns out i'm living in a horror film / where i'm both the killer and the final girl / so who, who are you?

[simblorbo-bracket]

Simblr Blorbo Sexyman Tournament - Round 3, Quarter Finals

Arielly Vespertinai (@paracosmic-sims) VS. Yara (@neoryweory)

(polls are presented left -> right unless stated otherwise)

Who deserves the title of Simblr's Sexiest Blorbo more? Remember to vote with your heart!

Additional images and propaganda (if provided) available below!

(main image(s) needed to be cropped for formatting and will be provided in full below the cut)

Arielly Vespertinai

Here comes a buff disabled hot gal with the wheel steel chair!!

I love my post-canon little blorbo more than anything else, you dont understand. I couldn't help myself but put entry her.

...I dont have much to offer as why you should vote for her other than: have you seen her? She could crush your head between her thighs. She could step on you with a metal leg. She has the prettiest brown eyes the world has seen. You could spend eternity kissing each freckle on her face and shoulders and back. Imagine being tired of walking and you have someone stong enough to carry you as passenger princess (regardless of gender lol) in her wheelchair. Isnt that perfect?

Arielly is adventurous, dance-machine and loyal. She's very stubborn, but a ride-or-die for the people she holds dear. She may or may not have an account for arson. She's the type of person whose friendship feels better than therapy. She will help you hide a body. She will kill a man for you. She will lavish you in gifts and attention and enough money to bail you out and pay for the best attorneys. She will not, in fact, realize you like her beyond friendship unless you directly shake her by her shoulders screaming this fact in her face. But its okay, she's just attraction-blind. Nobody's perfect, though her mix of sharpness and softness might lead you to believe that. Truly, the best of both worlds.

🎵 Smash the competition, baby

Show us some good entertainment 🎶

Pretend I know how to shade muscles properly, please and ty (T-T). For some reason, even with maxed-out sliders in cas, you can barely peek at her abs and thigh muscles in-game.

Look at that profile, though. Are you seeing that profile? Ethereal. Gorgeous. (Can you tell I love her yet? That regardless of anything, she's already a winner in my heart?)

I need everyone to see her. The world doesn't know what its missing by not seeing this amazing woman at least once in their lives. Have you seen her now? Truly, a blessing.

Yara

here's my submission for the simblr sexyman tournament!! :D her name is Yara, and she's one of my beloved ocs

she's a fashion student in San Myshuno, and a semi-famous social media fashionista & artist! she and her boyfie have their own brand :>

[stiaral]

The magic of the 3/8 time signature 🦌🎵

First real post about my music ! The last piece I have been working on has been keeping me busy for months for a lot of reasons (mainly a lack of free time...) but one of them is the fact that I wrote it in the very unusual and peculiar 3/8 time signature.

A time signature is an indication in music notation that specifies how many note values of a particular type are contained in each measure (bar). The time signature indicates the meter of a musical movement at the bar level. - Thank you Wikipedia.

In a 4/4 time signature, arguably the most popular one (and also the one I unsurprisingly use the most), there are 4 beats per measure, and each beat is a quarter note. It's very common in most popular music, like pop or rock, where you can easily count "1, 2, 3, 4" to the rhythm.

In contrast, a 3/8 time signature has 3 beats per measure, but each beat is an eighth note. It's much faster and often used in a more flowing feel, like a waltz counted as "1, 2, 3" - but not quite as a waltz since the 3/4 time signature or even 6/8 are more often used for that matter.

It's a weird, and from my point of view, not a really intuitive time signature. I was therefore quite surprised when I learned that one of the most well known musical themes in the history of cinema was actually written in 3/8.

But why ?

John, you're a musical genius while I'm a silly nerd with a guitar, why did we both use this darn strange 3/8 time signature, even though the atmosphere of a waltz would be much better depicted by either 3/4 or 6/8 ?

We can look for an answer through other musical styles that use time signatures not too dissimilar from a waltz.

The Pastorale is a good example of this, generally written in a slow 6/8 or 12/8 time, those seek to evoke nature and its irregularities by immitating the flux of natural and lively elements ; be it the ever-changing wind, the flow of water or the animated banter of an assembly of peasants. One way to do that is by incorporating dotted rythms (basically, a pattern using longer notes alternating with shorter notes) to highlight said irregularities, which creates a whole other musical style ; the Siciliana.

Hedwig's Theme is precisely full of those dotted rythms, so is this an attempt to ressemble either the Pastorale or the Siciliana ? - It would make sense that the original intent was to create a sense of child-like wonder and discovery in the face of a mysterious and wild new world...

Perhaps.

But even then, the same dotted rythms could be found in a waltz and if that 3/4 waltz was at the same tempo as Hedwig's Theme, it would be very very hard to tell the difference. I personally think that the faster and more flowing nature of 3/8 adds a little je ne sais quoi to the music.

Truly, there's something magical about the 3/8 time signature that Mr. Williams fully mastered but that the muggle that I am has yet to fully understand.

Until then, I'll be busy trying my best with this back on MuseScore...

[branded-perceptions]

Society is nothing but agreed upon emanations of our (un)conscious attention focus habits' various forms of mimetic incentive streams'🐟🐟🐟

socio-psychological WATER

that in its unseen or devalued attention shadows tends to flush causal life down the LOO

similar like historic battle of WATERLOO

where so many died battling about two dominating rivalling entwined main narratives of last millennia:

A) the family & bloodline concepts that especially the owo elites used to via interplay of natural selection, hierarchy vows, inherited memories / motivational drives / accumulative contents of dissociative unconscious minds consciously navigate our symbolic convergence (all of society and our minds are fictions to various degrees linking emotions, motivations, mind focus and directions and structural calibration of thoughts 🎵IN THIS DANCERY) via interactive teamwork (nepotis) throughout a chaotic in their eyes "uncivilized" world trying to (via fantasies) create & evolve (global) social order out of chaos

B) already in ancient Greece tested and philosophized meritocratic and decentralised ideas that failed in past due to lack of global interconnectivity of communication and organisatory possibilities we now have via our new technologies

while the social importance of the former wanes via ironic processes (🎵HAVE FUN UPON UP IN THIS DANCERY)

in socio-psychological conflict point focal lense of shared sense-making constructs and group-identities' vainness (white bear problem)

whose underlying group sense-making "love" pattern of by that emanated direction of social motivation$ of last millennia (🎵IT WAS ONLY GONNA BE A MATTER OF TIME)

climax in modern world religion of @branded.perceptions of worldwide distributed economic go(o)d(s)

driving behaviourism, self-justifications, motivations & aspirations of society (🎵BEFORE YOU GET LOOSE AND START TO LOOSE YOUR MIND)

primarily by along all sorts of peer-pressure "shots" reputation🎭 managed🥶 (🎵COP YOU A DRINK, GO HEAD AND ROCK YOUR ICE)

mythos fiction dramas not agile (Hegel) adjusting logic (Kant) functionality (🎵CAUSE WE CELEBRATING NO MORE DRAMA IN OUR LIVES)

as seen via next best cornflakes

package

targeting our by social signaling stimulated intrinsic 🎵"MARY J" similar like in all sorts of topics via fantasies🎈 like "happy playful animal XYZ" and reductionistic "logic"🤥😷😇 calory (quantity mythos not quality logos: 🎵LET LOOSE AND SET YOUR BODY FREE)

counts "positively" distracting (🎵GO HEAD🤡 AND TWIST YOUR BACK🍑 AND GET YOUR BODY JUMPING)

from its profitably causally exploitative harmful effects💸💉☠️💉💸 (🎵DON'T NEED NO HATERATION, HOLLERATION)

via "positive" bra(i)nde(a)d fantasies (🎵LEAVE ALL THAT BS OUTSIDE)

so why shouldn't someone like me who is not related to any of these two "opposing" or other groups (🎵I TOLD YOU LEAVE YOUR SITUATIONS AT THE DOOR)

similarly "package"🤡 my appearance to catch attention by arrogantly writing my name in songs via counterbalancing stories'

🎶FAMILY AFFAIR - MARY J. BLIGE

embodying the overlapping core aspects' motivations (🎵GOT SOME REAL HEAT THIS TIME) of self-justifications and philosophies of both above mentioned social poles' ironic processes:

🎵WE GOT YA'LL OPEN, NOW YA FLOATIN'