#just simple PSI really

[bigpoppashawarma]

Kya kyi kya kyoo.

(Give me some gum now.)

Kaki kuke ko.

(I'll take care of everything.)

Tessie is my favorite part of EarthBound, and I am so pleased with how this turned out!

[eepwtf]

oh my GLOB i just saw this pic in my camera roll(don’t ask) and my brain immediately went to frat!kai parker

WARNINGS; explicit sexual content: contains detailed and graphic descriptions of sexual acts, including edging and overstimulation. jerking each other off(are you even frat bros if you don’t?) exhibitionism & voyeurism: includes references to the potential of being watched or caught during sexual acts. humiliation kink, kai being an asshole, slight power imbalance, ( im a sucker for asshole x dumb puppy dog duo ) accidental homoerotic frat energy: “it’s not gay, bro, it’s just mutual appreciation...of each other’s cocks.”

also, can i just say this started as an innocent brainstorming session about kai parker ! frat bro headcanons, but things got wildly out of hand, and now we’re here. sigh, my brain goes into a rabbit hole that i cannot escape when it comes to him.

wc; 5.5k

kai parker was the kind of guy who made you hate the sound of your own name. not because he said it wrong, no—that’d be too simple. he dragged it out, teased it, wrapped it in just enough contempt to make your chest tighten and your skin crawl. (the bastard knew exactly what he was doing, too, with that smug little smirk of his.) perched on the back of the delta psi beta couch—shoes still on, because of course he didn’t give a shit—he swirled the last inch of beer in his red Solo cup like it was top-shelf whiskey. he had that infuriating cocked-eyebrow thing going on, one leg stretched out like he owned the damn place. (technically, he kind of did—if being the unofficial asshole-in-residence counted for anything.)

the house reeked of stale beer, sweat, axe body spray, and regret. (it was a delta psi beta signature blend—eau de regret.) the floors were a graveyard of crushed cans and abandoned cups, the kind that leaked sticky trails when you tried to clean them up—assuming anyone ever did. over in the corner, some poor pledge was on his knees, scrubbing furiously at a blackish-green stain on the carpet. (it shimmered faintly in the light, like an oil slick, and everyone silently agreed that the less you knew, the better.)

and then there was you. (golden boy. president. the kind of guy who people just…liked.) you didn’t even have to try. your smile was easy, charming—sugar-sweet in a way that made kai’s teeth ache. you were sprawled next to kai, stupid grin plastered across that stupidly pretty face of yours, laughing at some dumb joke one of the other guys had made. your hair was a little messy (like it always was by the middle of a party), your cheeks pink from too many beers, and kai fucking hated it. not you, not really—he wasn’t sure he was even capable of hating you. (hating you would’ve been easier. cleaner.) but he didn’t exactly like you either, and that made him feel some kind of way.

maybe it was the way people clung to your every sugary, half-baked word. (kai talked, and people flinched. you talked, and they fucking laughed.) maybe it was how you could smile at someone and instantly get whatever you fucking wanted. (beer. a blowjob. a goddamn kidney, probably.) hated how your laugh was so genuine it made him feel like a fraud just sitting next to you. (fuck, he hated that he wasn’t immune to it. that sometimes he caught himself watching you and wondering.) or maybe it was the way you always squirmed when he turned his attention on you, when he got close enough to see that flicker of panic in your puppy-dog eyes.

“you good, president puppy?” he drawled, dragging his gaze over to you, slow enough to be a threat. (or a promise—same difference really.) his voice was low and syrupy, just the tiniest bit condescending, like he was addressing a particularly dumb pet. you blinked at him, smile wavering for half a second before you covered it up with a laugh.

“yeah, i’m good, parker,” you said, voice light and easy, even though kai could see the faint pink creeping up your neck. (you always got flustered when he paid attention to you. he loved that.)

kai tilted his head, studying you like he was trying to decide whether you were worth his time. (spoiler: you were. that was the problem.) he shifted closer, his knee brushing yours, his grin sharpening as he watched you try so hard not to squirm. “cool. just making sure, since you look a little…” he let the word hang, raising an eyebrow as his gaze flicked to your flushed face. “...overheated.”

you laughed again, this time nervously, running a hand through your hair. “it’s just hot in here, man.” (it wasn’t. not really. but if that’s the excuse you wanted to cling to, kai wasn’t going to stop you.)

“yeah?” he leaned in, close enough that you could smell the beer on his breath, the faint bite of mint underneath it. “if you pass out or something, i guess i can be the guy who saves your dumb ass. might even give you mouth-to-mouth.” his voice was teasing, but there was something dark and heavy under it, something that made your pulse stutter. (it was the way he said it, like he’d already imagined the scenario—and like it wouldn’t just stop at saving you.)

your laugh came out strangled this time, caught somewhere between discomfort and something else. something you didn’t want to think about. (but kai could see it. the way your pupils dilated, the way your pulse ticked in your throat, the way your eyes darted—just for a second—to his mouth.)

“careful, puppy,” kai murmured, his voice low and dripping with amusement. his knee pressed harder against yours, and his grin sharpened, baring teeth. “you’re starting to look like you want me to put you out of your misery.”

it wasn’t hard to persuade you. not really. kai had always been good at that—finding the cracks, prying them open just wide enough to slip his fingers inside. (and you? you weren’t exactly built to resist. puppy-dog eyes, soft around the edges, desperate to please. fuck, you practically came pre-cracked.)

one minute, you were still in the delta psi beta living room, trying to laugh off the weight of kai’s knee pressed against yours, the heat of his breath brushing your ear. the next, you were stumbling down the hallways of your dorm, your head spinning with too many beers and too much him.

(you weren’t even sure how it had happened. you were saying, “nah, i’m good here, man,” in that too-light, too-nervous tone of yours, and, kai had tipped his head, given you that sharp-edged smirk, and said something like, “c’mon, puppy. let’s get out of this shithole.” and you—golden boy, poster child for frat excellence—had followed him like a lovesick idiot. like a dog. like his dog.)

by the time you reached your dorm, the hallway was dead silent. most of your neighbors were passed out cold, their doors closed, or too busy fucking to care about the pair of you fumbling with your keys. (not that kai would’ve cared if they had been watching. in fact, he probably would’ve loved it—eyes on him, knowing he was the one who’d gotten under your skin, the one dragging the president of delta psi around like some kind of trophy.)

“you’re a mess, president puppy,” kai drawled, his voice syrupy and slow, thick with condescension. his hand was on your wrist, his thumb brushing the inside of it, and it felt like he was taking your pulse—measuring every shaky beat. (too fast. too loud. too much.) he plucked the keys from your trembling fingers like you were too dumb to handle them yourself. (and maybe you were. at least, around him.)

“i’m fine,” you muttered, your voice wrecked and unconvincing. your cheeks were burning, your head buzzing, and your whole body felt like it was vibrating. (you weren’t fine. you didn’t even sound close to fine, and kai noticed. of course he noticed. he always noticed.)

the door swung open, and before you could step inside, kai was already crowding into your space. his hand slid from your wrist to your waist, his fingers digging in just enough to make your breath catch. (he gripped you like you belonged to him, his to hold, to keep, to fuck with. it scared you how much you wanted it.)

“man, this is sad,” he murmured, his lips brushing your ear again. (he wasn’t even trying to be subtle anymore, and why would he? you weren’t exactly putting up a fight.) “big man on campus, and you can’t even get your own door open. what would your brothers think?”

“i said i’m fine,” you snapped, but your voice cracked halfway through, and kai laughed. (it wasn’t fair, the way his laugh hit you—sharp and mocking, but hot enough to make your stomach twist.)

“sure you are,” he said, kicking the door shut behind him with the heel of his boot. his eyes dragged over you, slow and deliberate, like he was assessing you. picking you apart. you felt like you were being stripped bare, and he hadn’t even touched you—not really.

“god, you’re pathetic,” he said, almost to himself, his lips curling into that infuriating smirk again. (but there was something darker underneath it, something hungry. like he was debating what to do with you now that he had you alone. like he was wondering how far he could push you before you cracked completely.)

and then his gaze dipped. lower. lingering.

kai tilted his head, his tongue sliding over his bottom lip. “you know,” he said, his voice a low purr, “i’ve heard a lot of rumors about you, puppy.”

you froze, blinking at him. “rumors?”

“mhm,” he said, circling you like a predator, his eyes dragging down your body. (you’d never felt so small before, which was ridiculous, considering you were taller than him. broader. bigger. but none of that mattered with kai. he had this way of making you feel exposed, raw, like a stupid kid being toyed with by someone much smarter.)

“wanna know the most interesting one?” he continued, and before you could respond, his hand was there now, palming you through your jeans, bold and unrelenting.

“people say you’re packing, president,” he said, voice dripping with amusement. (your breath hitched. your pulse was thundering now, hammering in your throat like it was trying to escape.) “biggest dick in the house, right? that’s what they say about you.”

his grin widened, and his hand squeezed—not enough to hurt, just enough to make your knees buckle. “but you know what i think?”

“kai,” you rasped, but it didn’t sound like a protest. not really.

“i think,” he said, leaning in close enough that his lips brushed your jaw, “it doesn’t matter how big it is if you don’t know how to use it.”

and then he was laughing again, sharp and mean, pulling back just enough to see the look on your face—flushed, panicked, and wrecked. (exactly how he liked you.)

kai’s thumb pressed harder, teasingly slow as he tilted his head, studying you with that infuriating smirk. “fuck,” he muttered under his breath, though it was loud enough for you to hear. his blue-grey gaze dragged lower, zeroing in on the bulge straining against the front of your khakis. (it was humiliating—how obvious it was, how needy you looked. and kai? he was eating it up, his smirk twisting wider as his fingers flexed against you.) “i mean, they weren’t kidding, were they?” his hand tightened, fingers curling around the outline of your cock, squeezing just enough to make your breath hitch. (the noise you made was somewhere between a gasp and a whimper, and the way kai’s eyes lit up said he fucking loved it.)

“that’s what you’ve been hiding under those stupid khakis all this time?” he said, his tone mocking but tinged with genuine curiosity. his thumb dragged slow and deliberate along the length of you, tracing the thick ridge of your shaft through the fabric. (you could feel the heat of his palm through the layers, the weight of it making your cock twitch helplessly under his hand.)

you swallowed hard, your throat dry, your hands gripping the edges of your desk like they were the only things keeping you upright. “kai,” you choked out, trying to sound firm, but it came out as a broken, desperate plea. (not that it mattered—kai wasn’t listening to the words. he was listening to the way you said them. the shaky breath. the crack in your voice. the way his name sounded like it had been ripped straight from your chest.)

“poor thing,” he said, shaking his head like he pitied you. (he didn’t, though. you could see it in the glint of his eyes—he was enjoying this, taking you apart piece by piece.) “all that equipment, and no one’s ever taught you what to do with it.” he leaned in closer, his lips brushing the shell of your ear as his voice dropped lower. “don’t worry, puppy.” he murmured, the nickname dripping with condescension. “i’ll take good care of you. teach you how to use it. maybe even test drive it myself.”

the words sent a shiver down your spine, your knees buckling slightly, and kai noticed. (of course he noticed. kai always noticed. he had a way of zeroing in on every crack in your armor, the way your chest heaved, the way your cock twitched under his hand, already leaking pre-cum and soaking through the fabric.) “you like that, don’t you?” he whispered, his hand still moving against you, slow and deliberate. (the pressure was maddening—just enough to make you ache, not enough to give you relief. he wanted you like this, trembling under his touch, desperate for more.) “bet you’ve been walking around campus thinking you’re hot shit, huh? thinking you’re god’s gift to women—” he paused, his smirk twisting crueler, “—or maybe men. which is it, puppy? you ever let any of those frat bros get on their knees for you?”

your face burned hot, the shame curling in your stomach like a knot. you tried to look away, but kai’s hand shot up, gripping your jaw and forcing you to meet his eyes. “didn’t think so,” he said, his grip tightening just enough to keep you still. (you couldn’t look away, even if you wanted to. and god, the way his thumb dragged over your bottom lip, tugging it down slightly, made your chest tighten.)

“so fucking clueless,” he murmured, almost to himself. “but that’s okay. i like my toys a little clueless.” his thigh pressed between your legs then, pinning you against the desk, and you couldn’t help the way your hips twitched forward, seeking friction. (it was embarrassing—how little control you had, how easily he could reduce you to this. but kai didn’t look disgusted. no, he looked thrilled.)

“bet you’ve got all kinds of stupid fantasies, don’t you, prez?” he murmured, his lips brushing the corner of your mouth. (he didn’t kiss you, though. he could have, but he didn’t. he was holding it just out of reach, teasing you, making you want it.) he gave a sharp laugh when your hips bucked forward again, chasing the friction like a desperate idiot. “good boy,” he said, his voice rough and low, dripping with approval that made your chest tighten. (it shouldn’t have felt good—it shouldn’t have made your cock throb—but it did, and kai fucking knew it.)

“let’s see if you’re worth the hype, huh? let’s see if all that talk about delta psi’s golden boy is true.” his hand slipping down to hook into your waistband. (you held your breath, your pulse hammering in your throat as he dragged your pants down just enough to free your cock, hard and already leaking pathetically.)

kai sucked in a breath, his grin spreading wide as his fingers wrapped around you, stroking slow and deliberate. “well, shit,” he said, his tone sharp and taunting. “guess they weren’t lying after all.” his thumb swiped over the head of your cock, smearing the pre-cum dripping down your shaft, and your knees nearly gave out at the sensation. (you were already a fucking wreck—your skin burning, your breathing ragged, your hips jerking helplessly into his hand like you couldn’t help yourself.)

kai’s hand slid down the length of your cock, his grip tightening just enough to draw a sharp gasp from your lips. (it was pathetic—how easily he had you trembling, how greedily your hips jerked forward, chasing the maddening friction. and kai? he fucking thrived on it. the glint in his blue-grey eyes sharpened, turning darker as he savored every choked whimper, every helpless twitch of your cock in his hand.)

"god, you really are dumb," he drawled, his smirk carving deeper into his face. his thumb swiped over the head of your cock, smearing the slick, sticky pre-cum pooling at the tip, making you jolt in his grip. the noise you made—a strangled mix of a gasp and a moan—shot straight to kai’s ego, his fingers tightening around you in response.) “you’re already dripping all over me, and I’ve barely done anything." (he wasn’t wrong—the wetness was obscene, slicking up his palm and leaving a glistening trail along the underside of your shaft as he stroked you slow and deliberate, every movement calculated to keep you teetering on the edge.)

your knees buckled again, your thighs trembling as you gripped the desk tighter, your head falling back with a broken whimper. "kai, please," you rasped, your voice cracking on the word. (it was humiliating—how wrecked you sounded, how easily he’d reduced you to this. but the worst part? he drank in your wrecked state like it was the sweetest thing he’d ever seen, a predator reveling in his prey’s helplessness.)

"please?" he echoed, his smirk widening, the mockery in his tone cutting like a knife. "what are you begging for, puppy? huh? you want me to let you cum?" his hand slowed, his thumb pressing teasingly into the slit at the tip of your cock, dragging the slick wetness down over your shaft in slow, deliberate circles. “you want me to let you cum?” (the way he said it—mocking and filthy, like it was a joke—made your chest tighten, your cock twitching helplessly in his hand.)

"y-yeah," you stammered, barely able to get the words out between ragged breaths. "please, kai, i—"

"not happening, prez," he cut you off sharply, his fingers tightening around your cock until you gasped, hips jerking forward on instinct. (the pressure was just shy of painful, his grip like a vice that left your thighs shaking, your mind spinning as the line between pleasure and pain blurred into something overwhelming.) "you don’t get to cum until i say so. got it?"

you nodded frantically, your voice lost to the desperate sounds spilling from your throat as your hips bucked forward again, chasing the friction kai kept just out of reach. (it didn’t matter how desperate you were—kai was in control now, and he was taking his sweet fucking time with you.)

"good boy," he murmured, his voice low and rough, laced with approval that made your cock throb harder in his hand. (the praise shouldn’t have felt so good—shouldn’t have made heat pool in your stomach, shouldn’t have sent another pulse of pre-cum leaking from the tip—but it did, and kai fucking knew it.)

his hand started moving again, slow and deliberate, his thumb teasing the sensitive underside of your cock with every stroke. (the pace was maddening—just enough to keep the coil in your stomach tightening, your chest heaving as you clawed at the desk for something, anything to ground yourself.)

but just as you felt yourself start to tip over the edge, just as the tight knot of pressure in your gut began to snap, kai stopped. “ah, ah,” he scolded, his tone dripping with mockery as he pulled his hand away completely, leaving you throbbing and leaking in the open air. (the sudden loss of contact was agony, your cock twitching helplessly, desperate for the friction he’d stolen away. but kai just leaned back, his smirk twisting crueler as he watched you squirm, your wrecked little whines only fueling his amusement.)

"look at you," he said, shaking his head like he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. "so fucking desperate, so fucking needy. Is this how you are with everyone? or just me?" (his eyes dragged over you, taking in the way your cock throbbed, the way your chest heaved, the way your hips twitched forward uselessly, searching for relief.)

“kai,” you choked out, your voice wrecked and broken, your hands trembling as you reached for him. but he caught your wrist with a sharp laugh, shoving it back down onto the desk with enough force to make your breath hitch.

“uh-uh,” he said, his tone sharp as he leaned in close, his breath warm against your ear. “you don’t get to touch me. you don’t get to touch yourself. you’ll sit here and take what I give you. understand?” (the weight of his words settled over you like a command, your head nodding frantically even as tears pricked at the corners of your eyes, the need burning in your gut almost too much to bear.)

“good boy,” kai murmured again, his voice low and dripping with condescension as his hand returned to your cock, his fingers wrapping around you in a firm, punishing grip. (the pressure sent a fresh wave of slick pre-cum spilling from the tip, your hips jerking forward involuntarily as his pace picked up, rougher this time, just enough to keep you teetering on the edge.)

kai’s grip on your cock tightened, his fingers pressing into the slick, throbbing flesh as he leaned in, his lips brushing the shell of your ear. “you know,” he drawled, his voice low and mocking, “i should make you beg louder. let everyone outside hear what a desperate little slut the president of the house really is.” (the words dripped from his mouth like poison, slow and deliberate, and the way his breath ghosted over your skin sent a violent shudder racing down your spine. your cock twitched in his hand, leaking shamelessly, and kai? he fucking noticed. of course.)

“god, just imagine it,” he continued, his smirk sharp enough to cut. “one of your precious brothers walking by, hearing those pathetic little noises you keep making.” he gave your cock a slow stroke, his thumb swiping over the head, spreading the slick pre-cum that was pooling there. “you think they’d recognize you? their golden boy prez, standing here with his cock out, dripping all over my hand?” his voice dropped lower, rougher, the words rumbling against your ear in a way that made your chest tighten, heat pooling low in your stomach.

(and he was right. god, he was right. the sharp edge in his voice, the shame curling hot and tight in your chest, the thought of someone walking in—it should have made you recoil, should have made you pull away. but it didn’t. it sent another pulse of heat rushing to your gut, your cock twitching shamelessly in his hand.)

“i—i don’t—” you started to protest, but the words dissolved into a broken moan as kai’s thumb pressed harder against the sensitive slit at the tip of your cock, smearing the slick pre-cum down the length of your shaft. (the sound of it—the wet, filthy noise of his strokes—filled the room, mingling with your shaky breaths and the soft creak of the desk under your trembling thighs. it was obscene, overwhelming, and it only made your knees buckle harder.)

“you’re such a fucking mess,” kai muttered, his grip tightening, his pace picking up just enough to keep you on edge. “standing here, dripping all over my hand like some needy little toy. what do you think your brothers would say if they saw you like this, huh?” his lips brushed against your ear as he spoke, his voice dropping into a filthy, teasing whisper.

“kai, please,” you rasped, your voice trembling, breaking, as you tugged weakly at his grip on your jaw. “someone might—”

“walk in?” kai cut you off, his smirk twisting wider. “yeah, they might.” he slowed his strokes, his hand moving in slow, deliberate circles over your cock, dragging his thumb along the sensitive underside with every pass. (the panic in your chest warred with the heat pooling low in your stomach, the thought of being caught making your thighs tremble. but it wasn’t just panic, was it? the shame, the humiliation, the filthy thrill of it—it had your cock throbbing harder, leaking more, the slick wetness making his strokes even louder, even more obscene.)

“hell, maybe i’ll leave the door open wider,” he mused, tilting his head as if he were actually considering it. “let them get a real good look at their precious prez, all wrecked and dripping for me. you think they’d believe it? that their golden boy is just a dumb little slut when he’s with me?”

the thought made your chest tighten, your cock twitching in his hand despite yourself. (you couldn’t help it—the image of someone walking in, seeing you like this, flushed and trembling, your cock flushed dark and leaking all over kai’s hand—it sent a fresh wave of heat coursing through you, shame burning bright and hot in your gut.)

“kai, don’t,” you choked out, your voice barely above a whisper, but he just laughed—a low, cruel sound that made your stomach twist.

“oh, puppy,” he said, his tone dripping with mockery as his fingers tightened around your shaft, squeezing just enough to make you gasp. “don’t act like you don’t want it. you’d love it if someone saw you like this. you’d fucking love it, wouldn’t you?”

(and the worst part? he wasn’t wrong. the humiliation, the thrill, the filthy heat of it—it was eating you alive, making your hips jerk forward, your cock throbbing against his palm as he teased you mercilessly.)

kai’s grin split wider as he watched you collapse against the desk, your body trembling and slack. you were so wrecked, so far gone, and yet somehow still holding onto whatever shred of dignity you had left—barely. your cock twitched helplessly in the open air, shiny with slick pre-cum that trailed obscenely down the length, pooling on the desk’s polished surface. “god, prez, look at you,” he muttered, his tone dripping with mockery as his gaze dragged over your wrecked body. “such a pretty mess.” his hand hovered near your face, fingers flexing like he was deciding whether or not to touch you again. (the anticipation made your stomach churn, heat pooling low in your gut as you fought the urge to beg for it.)

you whimpered, barely able to lift your head to meet his eyes, and his grin turned downright feral. “hmm? what’s the matter? cat got your tongue?” he teased, his voice low and mocking. then, slowly, he reached for his belt, his fingers brushing deliberately against the metal buckle before undoing it. the sharp, metallic clink sent a shiver racing down your spine. the sound was too loud in the quiet room, cutting through the heavy, oppressive air like a blade. it felt deliberate, like a show just for you, and your thighs clenched together, trying to hide the way your cock twitched at the thought of what was coming.

kai slid the belt free from the loops of his jeans in one smooth motion, the leather whispering against the fabric as he pulled it taut between his hands. “you think you deserve it?” he asked, his voice low and rough, every word dragging across your skin like sandpaper.

“i—” you swallowed hard, your voice breaking as you tried to speak. your throat was dry, your lips trembling as you forced yourself to look up at him. the weight of his gaze was suffocating. “i’ll do whatever you want, kai. just—please.” the words spilled out, raw and desperate, the humiliation sharp as you heard yourself begging. but you didn’t care. the ache was unbearable, your entire body trembling with the need for him to just touch you again.

“whatever i want?” he echoed, his voice dripping with condescension. he popped the button of his jeans, dragging the zipper down with an infuriating slowness. (the metallic rasp of the zipper sent another shiver through you, your breathing hitching as he shoved the fabric down his hips, revealing the outline of his cock straining against his boxer briefs.)

your gaze flicked downward, drawn to him like a magnet, and your breath caught in your throat. (the hard, thick length of him pressed against the fabric was impossible to ignore, the heat pooling in your gut turning molten as your thighs trembled.)

“like what you see?” he asked, his voice sharp with mockery, as if he could read every filthy thought running through your head. he steeped closer, his free hand reached out, fingers curling around the back of your neck, his grip firm as he pulled you forward. (the heat of his palm was dizzying, his skin rough against your own, and the closeness made it impossible to think—your cock throbbing painfully as you swallowed hard, your lips parting on instinct.)

you nodded frantically, your wide eyes flicking up to meet his, and kai’s laugh was sharp and cruel. “of course you do,” he muttered, shaking his head. “you’re so fucking easy.”

then he kissed you—hard, messy, claiming—his teeth scraped against your bottom lip, his tongue sliding into your mouth without hesitation. (the taste of him was overwhelming, bittersweet and electric, his mouth demanding and unrelenting, and the sharp sting of his teeth made a broken noise escape from your throat.) his fingers tightened in your hair, pulling you closer, and your hips bucked forward instinctively, your cock brushing against the hard length of his.

kai pulled back, your lips still parted and aching for his. strings of saliva clung between you, catching the dim light in obscene little trails as he licked his lips, his eyes gleaming with something dark and satisfied. “getting ahead of yourself, prez?” he teased, then, without waiting for a response, his free hand slipped between your bodies, wrapping around both of your cocks in one firm, unforgiving grip.

the sudden pressure made your knees buckle, a wrecked moan spilling from your lips before you could stop it. kai didn’t let up, his hand moving in slow, deliberate strokes that had your thighs trembling. (the slick slide of your cock against his sent shockwaves of heat through your body, your breath hitching as you fought the urge to thrust into his hand like some desperate animal.)

“fuck,” kai muttered, his voice rough and low. his eyes were locked on the sight of your cocks sliding together, his grip tightening as he picked up the pace. “look at you. dripping all over me like the needy little slut you are.” the words were cruel, but the heat in his voice, the way his breath hitched as his cock throbbed against yours, sent a fresh wave of arousal coursing through you.

“kai,” you gasped, your hips jerking forward as your thighs trembled, but he didn’t let up. his strokes were relentless, his pace a steady rhythm that had your breath coming in short, shaky gasps.

“bet you’ve never done this with your little frat bros, huh?” kai said, his smirk splitting wider. “jerking each other off after practice? getting off in the showers?” (the filthy imagery burned in your mind, and you couldn’t help the way your cock twitched in his hand, your chest heaving as heat flooded your face.)

“n-no,” you stammered, but the broken, wrecked tone of your voice only seemed to amuse him further.

“liar,” he hissed, his teeth catching the edge of your jaw as his strokes grew faster, rougher. “bet you fucking loved it. all those eyes on you. you’re such a goddamn exhibitionist, prez.”

your knees buckled, the tension in your body overwhelming as every nerve seemed to scream at once. your head dropped forward, your forehead nearly brushing his shoulder, and you gasped out a shaky breath, hips jerking forward in desperate, uncontrollable movements. the pressure in your gut was unbearable now, winding tighter with every stroke of his hand.

kai’s breath was hot against your ear, his lips brushing the shell of it in a way that made you shudder. his grip on your cock tightened, his strokes quick and unrelenting, every pass of his hand sending sparks of heat racing through you. he was relentless, calculated, dragging you right to the edge and holding you there, and it felt like your body was on the verge of snapping in half.

“don’t hold back,” he murmured, his voice low and rough, almost a whisper. it was close enough that you could feel the vibration of it against your skin. “cum for me, wanna feel it all over my hand.”

the words hit like a spark to dry kindling, and the knot in your stomach unraveled all at once. you came with a wrecked, desperate sound, your thighs shaking as sticky ropes of cum spilled over his hand, dripping down to pool on the floor between you. (the sight of it—messy and obscene—made your chest heave, shame and pleasure tangling together in a way that made your head swim.)

kai didn’t stop. his hand kept moving, relentless and precise, dragging you through the aftershocks with strokes that were both merciless and grounding. his own cock pulsed against yours, the sticky heat of his release smearing over your stomach and the softening length of your cock as he groaned low in your ear.

“fuck,” he hissed, his breath hot against your neck, his voice thick with satisfaction and something darker. his hand stayed wrapped around both of you, slick and filthy, dragging his release over your skin as he pressed his lips to the curve of your shoulder. “look at you,” he muttered, the words rough, almost reverent, as his teeth sank into the flesh of your shoulder. the sharp sting sent a jolt through you, grounding you even as your mind swirled, overwhelmed and dazed.

for a moment, the room was filled only with the sound of your ragged breathing, the wet, obscene slide of his hand slowing as he loosened his grip. his chest rose and fell against your back, warm and solid as he held you there, pressed close, his body a steadying anchor. He pulled back slightly, just enough to meet your gaze. his eyes were dark, heavy-lidded and glinting with amusement and satisfaction as his lips curled into a lazy smirk.

“messy,” he drawled, his voice low and languid as his fingers swiped through the cum streaking your stomach, smearing it further over your skin in deliberate, slow motions. he lifted his hand, holding it up for both of you to see. the sticky fluid dripped between his fingers, glistening in the dim light as he turned his hand slightly, watching the way it clung to his skin.

his blue-grey eyes flicked back to yours, the amusement there sharpening into something more commanding. “open up, puppy,” he said softly, the edge of authority in his tone leaving no room for hesitation.

your chest heaved, the remnants of your release leaving you spent and pliant, too dazed to resist. slowly, your lips parted, your body obeying on instinct. kai’s fingers slipped into your mouth, pressing down on your tongue, the taste of salt and musk filling your senses.

“good boy,” he murmured, his voice soft but cutting, the praise settling over you like a warm weight. his thumb dragged over your bottom lip, smearing a trace of cum there as he withdrew his fingers, leaving your mouth feeling empty, aching for more.

© 𝐄𝐄𝐏𝐖𝐓𝐅’𝐒 𝐏��𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐓𝐘. 𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐋.

[media-illiterate]

PSYKER HEADCANONS: FREE TO A GOOD HOME!

I wrote these out a while ago for my own use, and never posted them. But, as some people expressed interest, HERE THEY ARE! I'm gonna put them below a read more, because there's a lot of them. I have more on other psychic weirdness that I might post if people are interested in these.

(A reminder: Psykers are canon. There were psykers in fallout 1.)

Psykers - who often refer to themselves as Gifted - are individuals with strange powers and abilities – gifts* – that defy rational scientific explanation. Although they existed in small numbers before the war, psykers have become much more common since the bombs fell.

Psykers are fairly rare. Generally there's only a handful of psykers in any given geographic area, and they tend to stay on the move for their own safety. Many hide their nature for fear of being captured for study by high-tech groups such as the BOS or the Institute. 

Gifts broadly fall into two categories: Projective and Receptive. Projective gifts include things that have external effects, like telekinesis, telepathy, pyrokinesis, etcetera. Receptive gifts are more internal, like precognition, psi-empathy, etc. Some gifts, like dream-walking and bio-pk, straddle the line.

Psykers typically have a mix of projective and receptive gifts, but usually with a stronger affinity for one than the other. Really powerful projectives tend to have minor receptive gifts, and visa-versa. Being a psyker does come with free ESP, though.

Most psykers acknowledge that the sources and natures of their gifts are extremely varied: prenatal exposure to FEV and/or radiation, extended parental contact with psi-phenomena, genetics, and simple random mutation are all common explanations of a psyker’s origin.

Many psyker’s gifts are latent/dormant, and the individual doesn’t consciously experience anything unusual. Latent gifts can awaken any number of ways, with physical or mental trauma and exposure to psychic phenomena being common triggers. For some, it seems truly random.

Overusing a gift causes “Burnout”. Symptoms vary widely; sudden change in blood pressure,  heart rate, and body temperature are common, with purely neurological symptoms being rare but not unknown. Burnout can be deadly if a gift is pushed too far, especially for very strong psykers.

Receptive psykers are notably more common than projective psykers. Pykers with powerful projective gifts are rarer, and tend to be significantly more vulnerable to fatal burnout, but are not so rare as to be surprising. (I.E. How many serious athletes do you know?)

Receptive psykers are also more prone to advertise their gift (usually in return for caps) due to their intangible and thus easily dismissable nature. Projective types tend to be quiet about their Gifts for their own peace and safety, though some revel in the fear and awe they invoke.

Psykers tend to have really intense eyes, regardless of color. A psyker making eye contact tends to feel noticeably more… direct than normal. Especially if said psyker has psi-empathy or telepathy, in which case it can feel downright intrusive, like they’re inside your head.

Non-psykers can usually sense the use of a psyker’s gift indirectly. Someone standing near a telekinetic might feel their hair stand on end, while someone near a precognitive might feel watched. Regardless, strong gifts create a strong sensation of power and tension when in use. 

Psykers stand out to other psykers. When they get close enough they can just feel them on the edge of their perception: more there than everyone else, almost like they’re backlit. Distance varies with sensitivity, but two psykers would usually sense one other across a crowded street.

Psykers have an aura, influenced by their powers and personalities, visible to other psykers when they use their abilities, as well as in dreams. Psykers can also literally sense what other psykers are doing with their powers, especially projective gifts.

Extended contact (physical or mental) with a Psyker (especially one with poor control) or any class of psychic presence can result in… weirdness. This effect is typically non-physical, involving things like accidental dreamwalking and development of low-level esp. Often called “Uncanny” by true psykers, these individuals occupy a strange place between the mundane and the preternatural.

There are only two instances of Psyker powers being successfully suppressed, neither of which has proven replicable: Jack Cabot’s Abramelin-Field and the Master’s Psychic Nullifier. These methods were either developed by a psyker (the Master) or by an individual directly influenced by one (Cabot).

Only one Nullifier still exists, currently in possession of a psyker known as “the Forecaster” in the Mojave wasteland. Its development was possible only due to the Master’s inhuman intellect and innate Gifts; all attempts by the Vault dweller to even comprehend the mechanisms underlying the device’s operation ultimately failed, and the Brotherhood couldn’t find empirical evidence that it did anything at all.

Jack Cabot’s Abramelin-Field is only applicable to one entity: his father Lorenzo Cabot… or the entity inhabiting his body, at least. Although the field causes distress in other psykers (feelings of being smothered/blinded) it doesn’t stop them from using their powers. Jack’s studies have suggested it only suppresses his father’s connection to the crown rather than impacting its powers directly.

[wickedsick]

Fuck it it's Christmas in Australia

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@psi-spectacular I was your secret Santa this year!

I don't really engage in the psychonauts fandom as much nowadays, but I still love the secret Santa. It's an event where I get to make something for someone else, and it helps push my writing boundaries.

I've never done a sickfic before. I don't think I've even read a sickfic before. Still, I gave it my best go, and I hope you enjoy!

And thank you once again @kibasniper , for setting up this whole thing! Truly the most special time of the year.

“Ugghhh…”

“Dear, where do we keep the pickled hog noses?”

“I threw those out years ago, caro! They had expired!”

“They don't expire, they ripen! Like cheese!”

-

A few days ago, Raz came back from a mission with a blocked nose.

The next day, his eyes were watering, his temperature was rising, and soon after that, he had been stuck in bed.

-

“Doctor Sparckzinger is an extreme germophobe,” Hollis had explained to Donatella and Augustus. “Sasha thinks that Raz managed to catch an imaginary virus inside his mind.”

“Does that happen… often?” Augustus asked.

“No. Again, Sparckzinger is an extreme case. Regardless, we're planning to have Otto and Sasha monitor him to see if we can learn anything else and potentially create a cure.”

“You mean you do not even know if he will recover?” Donatella asked angrily.

“This is an unprecedented incident. If we had any more information, we'd share it. For now, we're going to prepare a quarantine area in case he's contagious.”

“Couldn't you ask this…”

“Sparckzinger,” Hollis offered.

“Yes, Sparckzinger. If it comes from inside his mind, shouldn't he know about it?”

“It's not that simple. It's derived from his subconscious. If anything, he might know less about it, due to not having the best understanding of illnesses and viruses in the first place.”

“That's it!” Augustus snapped his fingers.

“What is it?” Donatella and Hollis asked in unison.

“If it's a mental illness, then we just cure it mentally! Whenever I got sick, Nona would make me soup! I think we still have the recipe written down somewhere, maybe the main caravan? I'll go check!” And with that, Augustus rushed off.

“I will go make sure he does nothing too…” Donatella stood up.

“Your son may be contagious,” Hollis said. “I still strongly suggest isolation, to prevent more people getting sick. We have rooms in the Motherlobe-”

“The children all sleep in separate rooms, and there are latches on their doors besides. We shall do just fine.”

-

Augustus had found the recipes quickly enough. Nona had scribbled them down on loose-leaf paper and kept them in her room. The one that he remembered most fondly was an onion soup with hog noses. Unfortunately, the hog noses were no longer with them, so he had moved onto the next recipe.

“Hmm… peppers, ginger, potatoes, some chicken… did we finish the chicken last time?”

“Yes, I think we did… I had been planning to buy some more in the next town, but then everything happened, and…”

“Ah, yes, now I remember. Do you think we could get some from the psychics?”

“What, do you think they have a chicken farm hidden somewhere?”

“...Noodle Bowl…” Raz said, his voice weak. He was in his bed, swaddled in blankets.

“What was that, son? I couldn't quite hear.” Augustus came over, still holding the recipes.

“He said ‘Noodle Bowl’,” Dion said. He had been hanging around the outside of the caravan, pacing.

“‘Noodle Bowl’? Hmm, I might have some noodle recipes…”

“Maybe he wants some of that chicken noodle soup from that one town? I saved a box of it a while back,” Mirtala piped up.

“That's probably also expired,” Dion said.

“That stuff expires?” Mirtala asked, tilting her head to the side like a confused dog.

“For the- it's written on the box!”

“The Noodle Bowl’s a place in the Motherlobe,” Frazie said. “Raz told me he got some bacon there once, I think?”

“Raz wants bacon?”

“No, Mirtala. Wait, do you want bacon?” Dion asked, turning to Raz, who shook his head.

“...get chicken from the Noodle Bowl…”

“Wow, his voice sounds bad,” Mirtala said.

“He's probably got a sore throat,” Augustus said. “Now, let's see, when I had a sore throat, Nona made…” 

He wandered off again, muttering to himself while flipping through the paper.

“Is it just me, or does it sound like Dad was sick a lot as a kid?” Frazie asked.

“Oh, his constitution was never the best,” Donatella’s voice came from outside. “He had a weak heart as a boy, but it cleared up when your older brother was born. Although, I was worried it would come back after The Incident.”

“...’m sorryyy…” came a sickly moan from indoors.

“Oh, no, I wasn't talking about you running away, Pootie. I was talking about when that horrid old man’s hypnosis came undone and your father realized the last three decades of his life had been a lie. I can talk about more than one Incident.”

“Anyway, Frazie. Go see if you can get some chicken,” Dion said. “Tala, can you get another bag of ice?”

“Why do I have to go get the chicken?”

“Because none of us know where the Noodle place is? Tala, the ice block’s in Nona's old tent. Chisel’s next to it.”

“‘kay!” Mirtala hopped outside.

“Dion, I heard about it once. I know as much about where it is as you do.”

“Then go ask your friend Norma. She'd probably tell you.”

“In that case, you can go ask Gisu.”

“No fighting, you two,” Donatella said. “Frazputin, you go talk to the mind-readers. Dionysus, you go make sure Mirtala is using the ice chisel responsibility.”

Wordlessly, but with slight groans at the usage of their full names, Frazie and Dion headed off on their errands.

-

On her way through the Quarry, Frazie ran into Lili, throwing stones into the water.

“Hey, you're… Lily, right?”

“Lili.”

“That's what I said. Anyway, do you know if I could borrow some chicken?”

“Why? Does this have to do with Raz?”

“Yeah. Dad's decided that the best way to treat a mental illness is with a mental cure, so he's trying to make a stew Nona made for him when he was sick.”

“...okay, but don't call it a mental illness. That's… that's a different thing.”

-

Eventually, they had managed to convince the cafeteria workers to loan them some chicken. 

“Dad, I'm back!”

“Oh, good. Did you get the chicken? Ah, Lili! Good to see you!”

“We ran into each other in the quarry,” Frazie explained. “She helped me get in.”

“Splendid. Now, I'll start on the stew… what else?”

“Once I got sick at camp, and Agent Vodello gave me some tea with honey and lemon. Would that help?”

“Sounds splendid!” Augustus said. “Could you go get some honey and lemons? Who knows, maybe the fact that you're helping out will make all the difference- mental illness, mental cure!”

“Don't- don't call it that.”

-

As Raz lay in bed, he thought.

He'd been feeling horrible ever since coming back from the mission. On the plane back his symptoms had just gotten worse and worse, but the moment he was back in the caravan things had started to get better.

Everything his family was doing had been helping, little by little. Even just hearing Dion ask if he wanted bacon felt like it had lowered his fever a bit.

He still felt absolutely horrible, but it was less horrible.

“Hey, Raz!”

“Oh- hey, Queepie,” Raz said, his voice still weak. 

“Dad's almost done with the stew and he told me to ask if you can sit up,” Raz’s little brother asked brightly.

“Yeah- yeah, I should be able to.”

“Great! I'll go get the thing we used that one time we tried to make breakfast in bed for Mom.”

That brought back memories. One year, they decided to make Donatella breakfast in bed. They had gotten a tray with folding legs to put the food on, and did their best to cook eggs and bacon.

The eggs got overcooked, and the bacon got a bit undercooked, but she had still said it was delicious. 

Well, she said that the food was horrible, but the taste of the love they put into it outweighed that. And then she had banned Raz, Mirtala, and Queepie from using the stove until they turned twelve. But it was the thought that counted.

Maybe that's what it was, he thought. The fact that they were thinking of him. Just the idea that they were trying to help was helping.

“I got the tray thing!” Queepie said, running back into Raz’s room. “I unfolded it already.”

“Thanks, Queepie.”

“Dad said he's gonna be getting a bowl for the stew soon! One second!”

At this rate, he'd probably be out of bed by tomorrow.

-

The stew was good. Spicy, too, in a way he hadn't really gotten from any of the food at Camp or the Motherlobe. It filled him with warmth with each bite, even if the chicken was a little dry.

Eventually, he heard a knock at the door, and muffled voices, before the door swung open.

“Hey, Raz. Holding up?”

“Doing better, Lili. The stew's helping.” Lili was holding a two-handled mug, with a cartoony pink figure on it. “What's in the mug?”

“Well… I was thinking about how I could help out, and I remembered that one year, I got sick at camp, and Milla gave me some tea with honey and lemon. So, I thought that might help. I got the tea from Agent Boole, some honey from Agent O’Pea, my uncle let me borrow a lemon, and the mug belonged to Helmut,” she said, setting it down on the tray. “And I ran into Sasha and Otto on the way and they asked me how your condition was doing. So, how are you doing?”

“Better now,” Raz said, picking up the mug. “I think… so, the virus comes from Sparckzinger’s thoughts, right?” 

“Right. Your dad said that it might help to just do what he thought would help.”

“Well, I think he was right. All day, I've been feeling better and better. The moment you came in here, I could feel my fever dropping,” Raz said. As he drank, he could feel his throat getting less sore- his body getting less weak. “This, plus the stew- I could probably get out of bed right now!”

Taking another sip of the tea, he pushed back the tray, and extracted himself from the pile of blankets and pillows.

“Thanks, Lili.”

“No problem. You'd do the same… hopefully.”

“Well, I don't know how to make stew, and I don't know if the tea thing would work for you too, but I'd try.”

Lili let out a small chuckle. 

“Feeling better already, huh, Pooter?”

Frazie was looking in through the caravan window, hanging upside-down from the second-floor windowsill.

“Wha- Frazie!”

“You’re not sick anymore, so we get to make fun of you again. That's the rules,” Dion said. 

“Oh, is Razputin up? I was just about to see if I could figure out Nona’s strudel recipes. I'm sure we have some preserves somewhere…”

“I mean, I still feel a tiny bit sick!” Raz called.

Augustus chuckled. “Alright, strudel it is. Is your girlfriend staying for dinner? We've still got plenty of stew!”

[capncococharms]

Games I Enjoyed in 2024

It's that time of year again where I write about my favorite games I played in 2024!

Normally, I keep track of all this stuff on a Notepad app on my PC, but sadly, during the last bit of 2024, I had to hard reset my PC, and all of the old notes from previous years were lost.

Broke my heart a bit to lose a part of me to remember the games I played in previous years. It was like a personal journal entry of where I was in life. I do have the previous year's blog posts of SOME of the games that were highlights which is better than NOTHING, but man... (Rest in peace little file: 2018-2024)

Thankfully I could tally up all of the games I finished this year despite the loss.

I finished about 26 games in 2024 (two games were back-to-back replays so technically I finished 28 games but to keep it simple... 26). This is far LESS than last year, but far MORE than 2022.

I will keep most of these thoughts short since I did a stream on Radio PSI with Nightshade about my "favorite games in 2024." Here's a brief write-up.

Pikmin 4- (Nintendo Switch)

I'm sad I didn't get to play this at launch. I never finished 1, 2, or, 3 but once I was told that this game could be played as is without needing to play the other games, I decided to dive in, and I finally understood the appeal of the series. It's a comforting game to play and it's beginner-friendly so I don't have to feel too bad if I'm messing up.

From collecting the ship parts, exploring dungeons, collecting glow Pikmin, and upgrading myself and Oatchi... it was a treat and much more (especially with the post-game content). This is a game I'm glad I 100%'d. I hope to play the other Pikmin games in the future. It won't be the same as 4, but I love these little guys so much. The purple Pikmin are my favorite.

Incredible Crisis- (Playstation 1)

I was suggested to play this because a friend told me that my comic/ game idea had the same vibe as this game so I decided to try it out and... wow. They got me...

Take the wacky antics of Wario Ware and Bishi Bashi and slam them into a blender... you get Incredible Crisis. Some mini-games can be hard, but once you get the rhythm down it's not THAT bad. This game has SO many ideas and goofy things it tries to do that it is a personal gold mine of goofy ideas and things I want to try in my own projects so if you want something fun and unserious please check out this insane concoction of stuff that made me laugh and smile.

Also that OST by Tokyo Ska Paradise Orchestra. Perfection.

Chulip- (Playstation 2)

I played a LOT of Chulip-like games this year. Tingle's Rosy Rupeeland, Dropsy, Starstruck, and even For Whom The Frog Bell Tolls. Out of all of them... I loved them all equally. I couldn't rank them so technically they are all here in this spot. This is my list I do whatever the heck I want. Chulip is an insane game to pitch and market for a US audience, but I love games that break the norm. Simple premise, but you are thrown into so many moments, characters, and situations JUST to be able to kiss the girl of your dreams. It's stupid and obtuse, but that's the kind of game I want to play. It's all about the journey rather than the destination and Chulip makes sure that you remember this experience (especially at the end where the game THROWS a whole quiz on you to see if you remember everything you experienced). I want more games like this (Stray Children just came out in Japan and I am STOKED for a US release in 2025).

Splatoon 2- Octo Expansion- (Nintendo Switch)

I have NEVER finished a single-player campaign in Splatoon until 2024. Everyone told me that if there was ONE single-player mode to play it was Octo Expansion. I got around to it and I feel the best way to explain this campaign without saying much is that this is Nintendo's Portal 2.

Octo Expansion was awesome! The OST, the art, and the characters were a HUGE highlight personally. It's another game that inspired me creatively and that finale really put my skills to the test and left me VERY satisfied that I got to experience something like Portal 2 again. Good job, Nintendo.

Metroid Dread- (Nintendo Switch)

Before I could REALLY dive into this game I played all of Zero Mission and Fusion just to get myself ready and MAN. This game rules. I loved Super Metroid and I am SO GLAD I got to play this. I don't have much to say other than if you want to play a GOOD Metroid game and you haven't played Dread yet? PLEASE play Dread. Samus is the coolest lady in the galaxy... (this game prompted me to read the Metroid manga and now I am all about playing Metroid Prime 2 and 3 before Prime 4 is released so I am like on a huge Metroid fixation atm).

Before I talk about my personal GOTY I am gonna highlight some other games I enjoyed playing and finishing this year, but it will just be the titles (bringing the ones I already mentioned in passing here so it's not forgotten since I know not EVERYONE reads my silly ramblings):

Starstruck (PC)

Egg Squeeze (PC)

Corn Kidz 64 (PC)

P5 Strikers (PS4)

Metroid Zero Mission (GBA)

Metroid Fusion (GBA)

For Whom The Frog Bell Tolls (GB)

Tingle's Rosy Rupeeland (DS)

Dropsy (PC)

Zelda: Echoes of Wisdom (Switch)

Ok it's time to talk about my favorite game I played this year that came out of nowhere and made me the happiest dude in the world...

Emio The Smiling Man: Famicom Detective Club- (Nintendo Switch)

This is one of Nintendo's most ambitious games to come out of the company in a LONG time. I NEVER thought I would see a new entry to this series EVER again. I had hope that MAYBE a remake of the Satellaview game would be in the works, but that was about it.

Nope!

When they first teased about "Emio" and left the internet stumped for about a week to figure out who the heck Emio is... I was like "ok this is a new approach of Nintendo that's cool". After the week passed and I woke up to see it was for Famicom Detective Club... I was probably one of the ONLY people who was VERY excited to see the news that Nintendo is giving me another entry to one of the most overlooked series in Nintendo's history.

I totally understand why a lot of people WOULD be disappointed when it wasn't a "real horror game", but I feel a lot of the promotion and pushing for this game means that Nintendo REALLY believed in this game and I was eager to see what the heck Yoshio Sakamoto wanted to share with this new entry.

To prepare myself I ended up replaying the older games and saw that they were doing chapter releases (sorta similar to Satallaview in a way hmmmm....) before the game was released. I basically sat down and marathoned it on Twitch.

I WISH I could talk about my ENTIRE thoughts of this game, but I feel that everyone should do themselves a favor and actually pick up and buy this game. There will NEVER be another Nintendo game like this again. Nintendo took a RISK to make this game and the story they wanted to tell is something I would never expect from Nintendo.

Never has a game broken my heart this much. There were many moments that caught me off guard that I will have a hard time forgetting about for the rest of my life. I can understand why Yoshio Sakamoto said that the ending will be very divisive. Even some reviews that came out afterward really showed who loved and who hated what this game was trying to do.

I feel this is the first time in a long time that Nintendo went out of its way to put so much money into telling a very human story that while not many people will see it for what it is, I'm putting Emio on my list as one of my favorite video games of all time. Unfortunately, the reception wasn't as big as it should have been and it may mean this series may be dormant once again, but there was a recent interview from Yoshio Sakamoto that FDC isn't QUITE done yet so I pray that means this IP has more moments to shine. This was a big surprise for me in 2024 and I truly believe that it's more important than ever going forward that people need to take time to enjoy something rather than trying to treat it like it's fast food or the flavor of the month. Emio proved that to me with its story, visuals, writing, and OST. I ended up playing this game TWICE and it's possible I may end up playing it a third time. The amount of new dialogue and new things you can find in Emio was surprising and it just made me love what Nintendo did for this game and I wish more people would give it a chance.

THANKFULLY you don't need to have played the other games in the series to play Emio. Yes, it DOES mention parts from the previous games in Emio, but they are more like little snippets that will lure you into wanting to play those games which I REALLY appreciate Nintendo doing. I'm happy that this new entry to the series is similar to how Pikmin 4 is a good intro game to the Pikmin series for newer players. I feel as time goes on that will be a game I gift to friends in hopes that everyone gives Famicom Detective Club another chance.

Welp... it's a new year with many more games to play and look forward to. Thanks to everyone who bothers reading these. Until 2026 when I'll post this again!

[koterkot]

explain the entirety of pluto lore in one comprehensive tumblr post. GO!!!!!!

ok so first of all fuck you Second of all- Pluto is a gieeg oc of mine, here's a old reference sheet i made for them in ms paint because that is somehow my main art program:

(tw: comedical usage of the f slur. i'm sorry gay people.)

[* Due to the gieeg mothership that Pluto has lived in for most of his life having like, weird time dilating shit, a gieeg year is roughly 5 human years. (HIS ASS IS 80 YEARS OLD DURING MOTHER 1!!!! HI GRANDPA!!!!!) ? I just picked random numbers and that's now his birthday in the gieeg calendar that has like 50 days and 50 months lma-]

SSOOO COUGH COUGH IGNORE THE SHITTY ART I SWEAR THAT I HAVE IMPROVED ANYWHOS- Pluto's story is simple, he was born in the mothership with two disorders, being them SPD (Selfharming Psionic Disorder) and OPD (Overwhelming Psionic Disorder) together with the bonus addition of The Tism. Raised in the Mothership of their species, their mother Eris is one of Giegue's strongest troops, and is mostly absent from Pluto's life as she is too busy beating the shit out of alien scum on other planets that Giegue plans to conquer.

[credits to thealmightyven for cooking this shit up, this was her first drawing and ofc the first thing she does is ask pluto if he's a queer] COUGH COUGH WHEEZE AAND THEN THERE'S CERES!!! HIS DAD!!!

(AALSO OLD ART AND STUPID SKETCH BLEUGH) he works for marketing giegue as like this super cool warlord when in reality he's just a traumatized teenager that got weaponized because he's really fucking strong and stuff OH!! OHH!!! SPEAKING OF GIEGUE!!! wait no nevermind we need to touch on pluto's childhood first uhhh uhhh Pluto basically got bullied a LOT as a kid. Last one to get picked for everything, always made fun of due to their lack of tail and inability to use PSI without physically and mentally straining themselves. Sooo... What did Pluto do??? Shut himself away from the outside world, watch their dad's massive collection of holotapes full of movies and tv shows and cartoons and shit

[ANOTHER OLD ASS DOODLE RRAGGGH!!!!] AND LIKE!! THEY LIVED BY THEMSELVES AND THEIR DAD FOR A VERY LONG TIME!!! Until... BBOOM!!! A good while after Pluto's 16th birthday, and 2 days after their last check up on their psionitrist, (doctor specialized in psionics and shit) THE FEDS PULL UP AT CERES' DOOR!!! AND THEY CALL FOR!!! PLUTO!!!

ok so cutting a long story short pluto has like a FUCK ton of psi, and like, the same level as giegue's, soo he basically is supposed to get drafted into their army but unfortunately he has SPD in which has no distinct treatment, sooo their best solution to fix up pluto was to SEND HIM TO THE BIG BOSS!!! GIGAGAS!!!

resuming a entire fanfic's worth of gay tension they eventually come to one conclusion

AAND NOW PLUTO HAS HIS FIRST FRIEND!! EVER!!! using the insane confidence boost of being the Commander of All Gieegkind's best friend (secretly boyfriend), Pluto goes from "loser dork town mayor" to "COOLEST GUY IN TOWN!!! YEAH!!!"

this helps pluto form a few friendships, and by a few i mean like 6 people (probably more than you have anon. HAHA!!) this relationship with giegue though, lasts for only 2 years before it is permanently ruined by giegue's first invasion onto earth. and his loss. i'll touch more on that later on my SECOND POST!!! (YES!!! THERE WILL BE PLURAL POSTS!!) that'll cover what happens to pluto after the events of mother 1 and during mother 2 and stuff BUH BYE!!

[morn-yvri-winters]

HUGE STRAT DISCOVERED FOR EARLY FOBBYIYG FIGHT (CHAPTER 4 & CHAPTER 5 WITH NIIUE)

A bit of prologue:

On BlueSky, i was chatting with two users (@/chasm-connected & @/topazlight) about CogDis and they had brought up Fobbyiyg and fighting him during Chapter 5 when Niiue stands in for Larice, I had mentioned I started recently playing Hard Mode with New Game XX (an addition which Magicant Edition adds to the game which allows you to play the game again with the option of whether or not to bring certain items/powers along with you, and i had brought effectively everything with me) and was willing to go up against Fobbyiyg WITH Niiue in the Party.

Of course, it wasnt until today that I had realized that "... Wait, Zarbol can use Reflect Sigma because it costs 125 PP... well no matter, i just need the AA Batter- Oh wait, you only get that during Chapter Six... No matter, I'll just give Zarbol the Hero's Cap from the prior playthrough, that will reduce the cost by 50% AND allow him to be resistant to insanity fog! But... then that just leaves Col. Saturn (arguably the biggest threat to the well-being of everyone in the party) & Alinivar vulnerable to Insanity Fog... Shit... BUT WAIT, theres an item thats dropped by Elmada- Shit thats a Chapter 7 item I cant use that... Oh god its so Zarbover..... it cant be done... can it..?"

and then... as if a light breaking through the harsh uncaring void of hopelessness, and answer appeared before me on the Other Equipment page for the CogDis Wiki...

So during Chapter 1 (and ONLY Chapter 1, afterwards it vanishes), there is an enemy you can wind up encountering while trudging through the swamps of Old Sataene referred to as the Semi-Invincible Monster, the reason why its so important is because it drops a very peculiar item called the Braggart's Coin, now on the surface, this coin may not seem like much and just looks like a simple decent gag item that has zero sale value, but if you were to look at the Other Equipment Page on the wiki AND/OR go into the Game Data itself through RPG Maker 2003 (datamine) you can see the Braggert's Coin true nature.

That being, it has the ability to 100% PREVENT: Instant KO, Insane, Numb, Poison, Sleep, Wrapped, Berserk, Nauseous, AND Diamondized.

This actually changes EVERYTHING about the fight, I now have my answer, and i just so happened to accidentally have collected TWO Braggart's Coins during Chapter 1 on New Game XX... which means its NOT Zarbover. Now, as to the potential game plan:

THE GAME PLAN IF NOT PLAYING MAGICANT EDITION/NEW GAME XX WITH PSI

Get 3-4 Braggart Coins and hope you are a good enough of a level by accident during Chapter 5 (recommended level on the wiki is Level 50) and hope you can survive, it is highly likely that you will not in your current state.

GAME PLAN FOR THOSE WHO ARE PLAYING MAGICANT EDITION & NEW GAME XX WITH PSI + EQUIPMENT KEPT

Alinivar - Equipped with whatever item currently accessible/was available to them in the last playthrough but with Braggart's Coin equipped.

Col. Saturn - Ditto.

Larice (should you do this WAY earlier/without Niiue) - Ditto.

Zarbol - Ditto EXCEPT give him the Hero's Cap (give Alinivar some other head equipment like the Ninja's Headband or anything thats good really). It will reduce the cost of Reflect Sigma and allow him to be immune to Insanity Fog.

Niiue - If you did not get more than 2 Braggart's Coins, he will be your salvation for covering everyone's metaphorical behinds as he is equipped with the Red Cap/Hero's Cap, providing him with immunity towards Insanity Fog.

Should you have kept all the PSI Abilities at your disposal, the most vital powers each of your party members will have are:

Alinivar - PSI Superhealing (Harmony is not kept, so this will have to do) + anything you've gotten with the Knowledge Stone.

Col. Saturn - PSI Bolster + Anything you've gotten with the Knowledge Stone.

Larice - Most if not all of their Abilities (granted should you do this WAY earlier) + Anything Gained with Knowledge Stone

Zarbol - PSI Reflect Sigma + PSI Replenish (READ UPDATE)

Niiue - The creachur... Uh... oddly enough he keeps Sing during New Game-XX, but I am unsure about his other powers, should have probably looked at him more about that. Either way, since he has a couple of other PSI Moves, he's a big help by acting as a secondary healer in case of emergency

Also, more likely than not, since you dont have access to certain other PSI Moves, you will probably need a LOT of good recovery items available during those chapters, if you are on Hard Mode, i think enemies drop a whole lot more money? Also you wont be spending all too much since you have your prior equipment on hand.

As to whether or not it is truly possible to win against Fobbyiyg at such a point is unknowable to me, but at some point i will eventually come back to this post and give an update, along with a video mayhaps.

Anyhoot, now to resume progress.

(P.S. Slashed the @'s since i didnt wanna cause any potential panic or something)

UPDATE (as of 12/24/2024 5 PM): ABOUT ZARBOL...

So, Otherhand & Co. (also Magicant Devs as well too) never considered what could possibly happen if Zarbol had the Hero's Hat AND PSI Replenish... because uh... oh man, its better than his Recharge

So, normally, whenever you use Replenish its meant to reduce Zarbol's PP by 40 in exchange to replenish a party member's PP. However, if you have Hero's Hat equipped, it winds up reducing it to a cost of 20 PP, which means it can act as a self-replenish if used in moderation, and thats not all...

It's even better DURING combat if you use it on yourself and are at low PP for Zarbol (i got 100 PP back).

[guardianoftheearth]

what are your nesspoo headcanons?

Ohhh glad you asked!

-Their relationship is way more than just a simple romantic interest. Ness is super interested in Poo as a person and to his culture, and Poo loves when Ness explains him stuff about the western world.

-They have a sort of mental connection since Ness ate that Magic cake. Thanks to that, the can feel eachother's emotions through their PSI.

-The only reason why Poo eats western stuff despite him not being able to enjoy any kind of food, is out of respect and love for Ness, that so much tries to find something he'll actually like eating.

-Poo loves teaching Ness stuff about PSI, despite he himself having so many problems with it for reasons.

-Ness is basically the only person that can calm down Poo and release his softer, kinder side. May it be because of Ness' cuteness or child-ish charm, but it can't but make the prince's heart melt.

-Poo is really protective of Ness, he hardly leaves his side when exploring a dangerous place or when he's with him in general.

-Their relationship developed relatively slowly, but they never viewed eachother in a negative light, especially from Ness' part, he goes absolutely crazy for Poo, for his radically different culture, unusual background, and most importantly, as a person.

-Right after they met eachother, Ness gifted Poo a yo-yo, to let him have a "weapon" to hit enemies with. Of course, Poo can't use it, but he has the toy costantly with him in his inventory.

I actually have MANY other headcanons about them and I'll have to explain the whole background of the two which is really complex, but for now these are the ones that came to my mind.

[psitaniumpsichosis]

Meet The Loser

(Profile Picture by @32bitterra, tysm again!!)

Hi there!! I'm Psichosis, you can call me Psi, and I'm a totally neurotypical artist who's totally normal about certain fandoms-- (lying)

I'm a 19 y/o creature, and generally a weird little goblin. I'm hyperfixated pretty hard on a few fandoms, and draw those pretty much exclusively.

I'm a writing, roleplay, and worldbuilding enthusiast who spends MOST of her time writing and brainstorming, always happy for a simple chat or even roleplays! Just hit me up and we'll see what happens >:)

Note: If you're going to block me at all, I would genuinely appreciate to know why! I really want to know if I'm doing something problematic or supporting a problematic person, because I can't fix the issue without knowing what I did! Even if you just don't like my vibe I'd really appreciate a warning!

[7grandmel]

Todays rip: 03/02/2024

Take You To The Desert

Season 3 Featured on: SiIvaGunner's Highest Quality Rips Volume A

Ripped by Chaze the Chat

Hi, so, uh, full disclaimer - I HAD a post almost done and ready to go for today (or TONIGHT, rather), but then I got very distracted by watching the amazing YouTube premiere of the MAGFest Rave, had the fucking time of my life screaming my head off in the SiIvaGunner Discord, and now I've suddenly been informed that I've almost missed Sean Kingston's birthday! Sean Kingston! You know the guy - from Crazy Noisy Beautiful Girls, from Beautiful! ~ Curveball of Sean Kingston, from the 11th episode of the SiIvaGunner Christmas Comeback Crisis? Yet for all that I've talked about him in those two posts, it still kind of feels like I've only barely scratched the surface - and with the scoops I only just got from SiIvaCord, I felt basically forced to properly honor Kingston's legacy today.

Before his unfortunate and absolutely-real-no-kidding Jetski accident, Sean Kingston made waves in the late 2000s with his breakout single Beautiful Girls - the kind of song that you only SOMEWHAT become annoyed by from its overexposure on the radio. After team member turdl3 of Hoopache fame singled it out as his number-one most disliked pop song of the 2000s, the SiIvaGunner team did what they did best and decided to turn that distaste into a running joke, posting more and more Kingston as part of the bit - before it reached Chaze the Chat's ears.

I can't help but assume that there was some sort of neural overlap across ´his prior obsession with Maroon 5 and Sean Kingston, but Chaze the Chat reportedly wound becoming absolutely obsessed with posting about the song and its various follow-ups. Did you know he made three separate mashup albums dedicated to shitposting about the guy?

Its something I've talked about in many Maroon 5-themed posts on here such as Sunday Morning, but even when I'm not able to be in on the joke there's just something so endearing about seeing rips be made out of such strangely specific yet evidently passionate interests - which, in turn, brings us to Season 3's Sean Kingston Day, and Take You To The Desert. Turdl3 was reportedly not alone in disliking Beautiful Girls, and the song had effectively no presence on SiIvaGunner whatsoever in its first two years of running - yet somehow, Sean Kingston Day got to occur, and the sheer shock of it all has stuck with me since even back when. It wasn't something absurdly random like Chain of Memories II Day back with Simple and Clean (Psi Mix), nor was it seemingly part of any ongoing lore developments, nor did it feel like a long-running joke on the channel that I'd simply failed to be invited to - everyone else in the YouTube comments were just as befuddled as I was as to what led to the sudden takeover. Hell, I hadn't even *heard* Beautiful Girls until that day!

And yet, I fucking loved it.

From an honest point of view, Take You To The Desert is a pretty simple mashup between two already-good songs. Yet with all that context of Sean Kingston's presence on the channel, his development as a borderline forced inside joke and sudden takeover for a day, and most importantly Chaze the Chat's bizarre affection for the guy, it turns into something more. Just the simple fact alone that the rip uses Take You There rather than his prior discussed debut single kind of speaks volume to how deep in the trenches Chaze the Chat was in regards to this event - an event that, really, he was the main driving force behind even getting done to begin with. And though it caught us all of guard, I do believe there were many viewers just like me back then - who through the repeated exposure of the day became unironic Sean Kingston enjoyers. And hey - Beautiful! ~ Curveball of Sean Kingston is only one of the many dozens of rips made since Sean Kingston day to continue upholding the Kingston legacy, even as the hype around the in-joke as completely passed

Bizarre, catchy, ironic, unironic, Jetski driver or pop sensation - Sean Kingston is many things, yet for the six years I've known of his existence I've never been able to see him as anything but a SiIvaGunner joke. But when its one that Chaze the Chat believed in so fucking hard, one that gave us absolute bangers like Take You To The Desert, I can't find it in me to see that as a bad thing. Because with or without prior knowledge, the passion of those who ripped his music showed me why it was worth caring about.

Happy Birthday, Sean Kingston.

[dvandom]

Isekai commonalities

After giving a fair amount of thought to the matter, I think there's three main points that separate isekai from similar story types such as voyages of exploration.

The setting is substantially different from what the protagonist(s) are used to. Not merely a difference in culture, there's differences in how the world is assumed to work (magic, higher technology, psi, nonhuman sapients, etc).

The protagonist(s) arrives in a manner that is unusual and/or unintentional. They may be able to find their way back later for sequels, or even open up regular transport, although that changes the nature of the story if they do so.

The protagonist(s) brings one or more assets that are rare or absent in the world where they find themselves. This could be as simple is a fresh outlook on the situation which lets them find solutions the locals wouldn't think of, or something more overt like magical powers gained during the journey or enough knowledge to introduce technology to a low-tech world.

The rest is negotiable. The protagonist may remain in their own body, may be reborn in the local equivalent (such as Flynn in Tron), or be reborn as an entirely new person/monster/vending machine. It could be one-way (especially if they didn't so much take the bus as get run over by one), the story could end with returning home, or there could even be repeated visits during the course of which the protagonist has to decide how to split their time or if they should settle down in just one (Dorothy and Oz).

Point 3 does exclude some older stories that might be considered proto-isekai, such as Rip Van Winkle (1. The Future, 2. Magical Sleep) who doesn't really bring anything to the party IIRC. Fairy ring stories do hit all three points because mortals have flaws and virtues that the fair folk lack.

This whole line of thought was kicked off by someone else realizing that Big Trouble in Little China was an isekai, and I think it hits all three of my points, although #3 is a bit oblique.

Chinatown is not just culturally foreign to Jack Burton, there's the whole, "Oh yeah, there's actual magic here," thing.

Jack really just blunders into the whole thing. He didn't mean to get mixed up in Lo Pan's low plans or even spend a lot of time in Little China.

What does he bring? A fool's own luck and an outsider's arrogance, which end up breaking so many carefully laid plans through stupid good fortune. He does the thing the plan never anticipated because no one would be so STUPID.

Of course, Jack doesn't reincarnate, or even really change a whole lot thanks to his experience. He returns to his normal life on the road at the end (albeit with the promise of more weirdness in his near future). And frankly no one would believe his story.

Isekai can be further subdivided into categories alluded to above.

Odyssey: The goal is to get home, even if they never do. (Odyssey itself, Star Trek Voyager, Farscape, Dungeons & Dragons cartoon, etc.)

Just Visiting: Getting home may be a secondary goal, but there's something they want to do while in the other world, and are given reason to believe they can get home reasonably easily any time they really want. (A lot of the fairy ring stuff, Randolph Carter's dream quests, Tron.)

That Time I Got Reincarnated: For whatever reason, going home is not an option. Either literal reincarnation following death, a voluntary exile, or something else. The key point is that the story focuses on what to do now in this other world, because it's home now. (Star Trek Discovery they know they can't go home, all of the Truck-kun stories in modern Japanese-flavored isekai.)

First Contact: All of the isekai points are hit, but eventually the story progresses to the point that the two worlds become more connected and it stops being an isekai to travel between them. The 1980s Transformers cartoon started off as an isekai for the Cybertronians, but by the third season Earth has diplomatic relations with Cybertron and travel between the worlds is fairly normal if still uncommon and expensive.

[remembercomic]

Making Magic Feel “Magic”

In many video games, players are gifted with a set of abilities to use as and when they choose. In many cases these are representative of their character’s distinct and often-superhuman capabilities, and in the case of fantasy settings in particular they are frequently magic spells.

However, there’s something to be said for the lack of immersion involved in knowing your character has studied and researched for years, gathered vital reagents in the wilderness, and has uncovered the ancient sigils necessary to produce an arcane fire bolt... and pushing keybind 1 to actually use it.

Immersion is the property of a game that makes the player “feel” like they’re in the game environment doing the things that their character is purported to be doing, rather than simply interacting with game objects and menu screens. It can be a hindrance to necessitate that players go to such lengths, but it is an important facet of player enjoyment, particularly when dealing with things outside of normal life like magic.

Over the course of the last decade, Minecraft in particular has seen an entire genre of mods themed after magical effects.

One of the earliest was Thaumcraft, which notably featured a research system that required players to examine blocks, items, and creatures in their environment to glean points to invest intelligently into a research UI at a research table in order to unlock new tools and devices. Whilst the presentation could be described as immersive and certainly it and the rewards were themed as magical, the ultimate payoff is decidedly less so. Sure you have an item that releases a gout of flame, but that’s really just a texture pack away from being a regular flamethrower, and what’s more it’s identical to what someone you’ve had no interaction at all with has made thirty servers over. This ultimately makes Thaumcraft fall short in the sensation that you’re a mage in seclusion studying the arcane and putting it to use, it’s really more of a coat of paint over a tech tree.

After Thaumcraft came the Witchery mod, though it was sadly short-lived despite numerous innovative gameplay features. Witchery focused on simple devices that could be interconnected, with no research required but with some incentive to play around and experiment to get a better understanding of how different parts worked. Included was the Mystic Branch, a wand-like item that allowed players in the field to draw out directional patterns to produce various magical effects. Ultimately however, the wand was difficult to use and the spells were predefined, so few players invested time into it and those that did mainly resorted to a handful of the available effects in particular.

Then came mods like Psi, Ars Nouveau, and Hexcasting. These mods made a severe shift to the existing framework by focusing on one specific concept: Custom spells. Instead of the hard-coded spell effects of earlier mods, these mods allowed players to create their own through different systems. Ars Nouveau used a single-line linear system of distinct glyphs to create effects, Psi had a visual programming-esque interface to perform logic and calculations for effects, and Hexcasting required the user to draw pre-coded glyphs on the screen to perform mathematical operations on derived variables.

Whilst the addition of personal spell-crafting was a major step forward, the actual execution in these mods was... lacking somewhat. Ars Nouveau was so simple that it was very easy to understand even for novice users, but this meant that many spells ended up looking much alike and more-over this deprived the spells of a lot of their “mystique” as magic. Psi and Hexcasting conversely were very unfriendly to players without some background in programming, with Hexcasting even necessitating that its glyphs (arbitrarily made and hard-coded) be memorised, as its creation screen deprived the user of all outside knowledge in-game. This ultimately made them both too tedious for players to invest in and similarly lacking in mystique.

In summary, whilst strides have been made in better enabling players to “feel” like powerful mages studying and creating new spells on their own, there remain some obstacles to the “sensation” of doing so. I think the addition of manual spell crafting is an important effort, and doing so in a programmatic manner so as to allow spells to be more diverse helps to sell the narrative that you are studying and creating them in your own personal way, but it needs to be conveyed to the player in a less overt fashion whilst paradoxically being as comprehensible for players without programming experience.

To attempt to describe a potential approach that meets these requirements, a common almost-quintessential feature of many magic systems in fiction is that of the magic circle.

The magic circle is, as its name suggests, a circular arrangement of glyphs and imagery connected by drawn lines or additional circles, resulting in a magical effect. The actual logic of such arrangements is usually quite minimal, as it is rarely necessary for the audience to properly comprehend the fine detail of magic in the setting beyond simply that one magic circle arrangement does one thing and another does another different thing.

However, if a system could be described that leads the player to develop their own magic circle arrangements with sufficient programmatic logic to enable them to readily design them to specific ends, I think this would produce the missing immersive property of the previously-described approaches. The benefit of magic circles is that they provide meaningful structure in an unorthodox fashion, preserving some volume of magic mystique, without necessitating memorisation of arbitrary shapes (as any UI to create such arrangements would necessarily need to provide them for placement) or high levels of real-world programming ability.

Moreover, such an arrangement with programming logic embedded could easily be stored as an external object to be shared between players, like wizards sharing research notes, and letting the players actually feel personally involved with the development of magical knowledge in their gameplay.

Of course, this approach is by no means simplistic in implementation. The allure of hard-coded effects in the earliest mods was that you always knew what it would do and it was very easy to implement new effects during development. A programming approach necessitates some form of compiler to convert the user input into an executable program. This was simple enough for Hexcasting and Ars Nouveau with their sequential operation strategy (each provided operation happens one after the other until end), but quickly grows more complicated for Psi or this hypothetical magic circle approach.

[levc-egm]

MORE ANIME? WHAT?

uMy anime adventures continue with great momentum and colossal woexpectations on finding out what I missed out by being a pretentious teen.

 NAME:

Saiki Kusuo no Psi-nan / The Disastrous Life of Saiki K

Short review: 

A great power comes with great uhhhh stuff that you didn’t want at all to begin with. 

Longer review:

This is a really good example of a comedy with no weak episodes. I’m always  a fan of right to the point fast comedy (reason why I love stuff like the lego movies and others). Even if a joke is dumb as hell, it works just for going all in and pushing expectations. There’s no real formula besides “make the protagonist suffer an out of nowhere inconvinience and see how he reacts”  and that keeps the show fresh by continiously add stuff on top of other stuff, it’s great. 

Most characters are really simple. Each has a clear guimick, delusional teen, dumb guy, shonen protagonist, pretty girl etc etc. But like I said, the show works by adding more and more stuff on top. By adding new details, making characters interact with each other and form relationships, or confronting them to new situations makes the character have a weird progression by each episode until they reach the logical conclusion of their character by sheer exageration. It sounds simple and like, nothing special, but it really does make a difference when most one note comedy characters are by norm are predictible in a way. While this sense of natural variation keeps things fresh by surprising you with never knowing what’s going to happen next. 

Tho if there’s one character with actual depth (even if not much depth) it’s our titular character. Kusuo is a really good example of how an op character is not a bad one. yes this one does have  some wiggle room by being trapped on a comedy but, It really does workd on it’s favor making the character feel cursed by great power. And while he keeps being a cinical person, it never makes him a bad person. He’s a good guy, one that probably likes the friend he has made and would do many things just to keep them safe and happy. Even if he’s a quiet person, his heart is big enought to make you love him and keep watching. 

It has some bad stuff tho, there’s some character and anime tropes it touches which are, in simple terms, REALLY deplorable and disgusting. right to my mind comes two character wich are THE WORST and deserve THE WORST. The show does treat that parts as any reasonable person should by just, saying out loud that it’s bad and really fucking bad. But, it’s still the ugly part of the show in my eyes, so be prepare for that...

Really good, a must watch, the good outweight the bad, but, not perfect yeah.

WHAT’s NEXT?

Cowboy bebop, started seeing it lol. 

[yukipri]

The Experimental batch arc is surprises after surprises. I don't know how I can wait for last week now!

BUT, now that you introduce baby jangobi, I can only ask if Nala Se did that in Brother All too! A Shriek Hawk with beskar wing AND the Force would be unstoppable and a good challenge for a scientist

I'm glad you've been finding this arc within an arc interesting! Been trying to drop lots of narrative seeds that will connect to things later down the line <3

All I can really say about Psi right now is that "creating a Force-sensitive clone" isn't quite as simple as just using DNA from a Force-sensitive, and that Nala Se didn't get far enough with this batch to collect any kind of valuable data. How Psi or the other Experimental batchers would exist in my other AUs would depend largely on details that I can't reveal quite yet, but I will say that Psi wouldn't exist unless the others also exist, and, well. Psi is not the most physiologically interesting one among them!

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[starwalker03]

Is WMLP Dick strong enough to bend metal with just his hands?

I mean it depends on the metal! some metals are bendable by human hands as is, depending on their thickness. and when metal is really thin it's usually bendable in some capacity.

Tungsten is apparently the strongest metal element. I'm not doing a fact check on my sources here for a quick tumblr question sorry, so I'm just gonna take the first option available on google lmao.

So apparently Tungsten has a tensile strength of 50,000 to 60,000 pounds per square inch, which is a measurement of PSI. so over that and it'll break. so lemme just... keep googling... oh... oh there's a lot of physics stuff here. hm.

okay so. Basically what I'm picking up here is that the really strong metals kinda don't bend, they just break, cause they're very brittle. so even if he could 'bend' tungsten it'd more like just break. like glass. and really most metals seem to be bendable provided they're thin enough, or that you can find a nice long piece of them and basically the same rules as levers apply then.

So let's focus less on this way of answering and more on the 'what can Slade do in canon?' direction.

So, being that he's a comic character, there's no real reliable statement of strength, cause it changes with iterations and the like. and it's not blatantly said by the looks anyway.

This site contains a whole bunch of examples of feats of strength that Slade's capable of.

if we look specifically at Young Justice, though, he doesn't really have a lot of feats of strength. he's busy doing other things, so we'll base it off of general canon.

by the looks, Slade is pretty reliably fucking strong. he tore a metal door off a moving plane and has hit people so hard things (trees, metal dumpsters, etc.) have broken on impact.

So I think the answer to your question is yes. Dick can probably bend and/or break most metals. maybe not some particularly fancy strong made up metal in the DC universe, cause I'm sure there is one. heck, I think Slade once had armour made of ridiculously strong made up metal at one point. so idk.

Most people seem to keep things simple and say Slade can lift and/or manipulate a round number of some variance, so like a tonne or so or something like that. idk what an american ton is but australian tonne is 1000 kilograms so. yeah. but idk, I think there's a merit to not defining it, cause then you never break your own rules lmao.

All this being said, I guess the best way to put it is he could probably go toe-to-toe with YJ's version of superboy? ah well... no that seems a bit too much. YJ superboy does take a power hit compared to other iterations but I don't think he gets axed that much. idk, I think the only accurate comparison is Slade, however undefinable that is.

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A Guide to Garden Watering Systems and Strategies The crisis in water availability continues to make international headlines and has always been a topic of discussion for farmers and gardeners alike. However, increasing and prolonged droughts, heat waves, violent weather events, and other climate concerns are troubling occurrences that impact the entire planet. As gardeners, we can appreciate the importance of water for our landscapes, but we can all do more to provide water resources in a more efficient manner. Running a typical sprinkler for just an hour equates to the domestic daily water use for a U.S. family of four. During hotter summers, an average of 50% of our water use can be attributed to garden needs. Various watering approaches with various levels of efficiency also create waste that should be avoided. As water supplies become more compromised and more limited, conservation becomes even more important. No matter if you’re a beginning gardener or a seasoned veteran, it’s good practice to do a periodic ­review of whether or not you are making ­every drop count.   Photos: Jennifer Benner Soaker hose – Made from materials such as recycled rubber, polyurethane, polyvinyl chloride (PVC), and sometimes even fabric, this porous water delivery option is great for vegetable gardens and ornamental planting beds. Drip line – The customizable and directed tubing of this watering method makes it an excellent choice for when you need to water numerous plants in beds as well as in containers. Garden hose with nozzle – When just a few plants need a good soaking, nothing beats a simple garden hose and nozzle for accurately delivering water right where you need it.   Dramm 17050 50′ ColorStorm 1/2″ Standard Soaker Hose - Provides sufficient amounts of water to the garden without the hassle of hand watering - Conveniently waters garden and beds - 50 ft. by 1/2 inch diameter made from recycled material; lifetime guarantee - Made in the USA Price: $52.22 at the time of writing Buy at Amazon Water Right PSH-100-MG-1PKRS 400 Series, 100-Foot, Olive Green - Slim, lightweight design, is made with toxin-free polyurethane and utilizes industrial grade, lead-free fittings - 3 Pounds - 1200"L x 0.43"W - Manufactured in the USA Price: $86.79 at the time of writing Buy at Amazon Dramm Revolution Adjustable 9-Pattern Metal Hose Nozzle - 15 x 10 x 7 inches - Ergonomic insulated grip - Maximum pressure of 90 PSI - Fully adjustable spray pattern - No trigger lock Price: $19.83 at the time of writing Buy at Amazon Get to know your plants’ watering needs and how to minimize usage A good place to start when examining garden watering is to ­answer this question: How much water do your plants really need? This big-picture consideration is sometimes overlooked, since watering often pops onto our radars during the hottest months, when our plants are under great stress and we observe dry soil and wilting leaves and stems. However, if you provide your plants with their water needs throughout the year, they will be happier, healthier, and more resilient during periods of stress. Simple adjustments make a world of difference. Setting your lawn mower at a taller height helps to improve turf health and lessen watering needs. Photo: gapphotos.com Obviously, there is no one-amount-fits-all when it comes to ­water needs for plants. But there are some general rules of thumb you can follow for average plant types. In general, established annuals, vegetables, and perennials require 1 to 2 inches of water per week, woody plants need 1 to 3 inches per week, and turf ­requires 1 to 1-1/2 inches per week. Some gardening techniques can help lessen watering frequency and volume. Improving your soil to hold and retain more moisture by adding organic matter is a great step that has additional nutritional merits for your plantings.

Following proper mulching techniques can also help improve your soil’s moisture retention. Turf, of course, requires the most significant water input. Minimizing or limiting turf areas or allowing them to go dormant in hot summers can directly mitigate watering inputs for those spaces. Even mowing lawn areas at a taller height (2-1/2 to 3 inches) can lessen watering requirements by shading the soil and supporting more roots to withstand heat and drought. Annuals, Photo: Jennifer Benner Perennials, Photo: Jennifer Benner Other ways to minimize water input include selecting plants that are more drought tolerant and grouping plants with similar watering needs together. This allows you to target specific areas for watering and not individual plants. Keep in mind that drought-tolerant plants aren’t drought tolerant until they become established, which does require appropriate watering. Plants native to your region may prove substantially more resilient in landscapes that have water-use restrictions or that will experience periodic drought in native soil. Consult with folks at your local nursery or garden center to identify these “water-wise” plants. Native selections also have significant value for native wildlife and pollinators. Vegetables, Photo: Steve Aitken Woody Plants, Photo: Jennifer Benner Turf, Photo: Carol Collins Also, consider ways to collect and retain water on-site to use for garden watering. A garden can be designed to help maximize the use of “free water.” Rain gardens are popular and attractive basins for redirected water from impervious surfaces such as roofs, roads, and sidewalks. Saving rainwater from rooftops and other surfaces in barrels or other receptacles is another common way to reclaim precipitation for later use. There is also ongoing research on collecting and utilizing gray water (domestic wastewater) in certain garden situations. Four golden rules of water-wise irrigation Illustrations, from dreamstime.com: Anna Kononok (main); Pavlo I (clock); Vladislav Ugine (calendar) 1. Placement Depending on the type of watering method you’re using, a major factor in effectiveness is proper and ample coverage. Take into account obstacles and challenges that might create “dry shadows” or spots that need additional attention. The best placement of your watering devices should be to achieve the most comprehensive watering (both the application and desired volume) over the entire target area. 2. Timing Early morning, while not always realistic, is the best time for watering, as the weather is cooler and evaporation rates are lower. The second-best time to water is late afternoon or in the evening; just try to minimize instances of your plant leaves sitting wet overnight, which encourages disease. 3. Frequency A good rule of thumb for how often to water is two to three times per week or as needed to really get an efficient soaking in desired locations. This is obviously affected by variables such as weather conditions and soil composition, but the ideal formula is to water less frequently and more deeply. Containers often need more frequent watering. 4. Duration The length of time a garden area is watered directly relates to applied volume and varies depending on conditions. A deeper, more lengthy soaking is ideal for plants to establish more significant rooting, as opposed to brief, low-volume watering episodes, which encourage shallow rooting. This practice is especially important for the most water-wise care of lawn areas. Three things to avoid 1. Don’t quickly water large areas by hand with a garden hose and nozzle; this typically results in only the soil surface getting wet and the roots remaining dry as a bone. 2. Try not to water every day, which encourages water-use inefficiencies and shallow root growth. 3. Stop watering during the middle of the day, when the sun and heat (and evaporation rates) are at their highest points. When and how much to water? The timing of your watering and how much

water to use play a significant role in the effectiveness of your efforts and your use of a precious resource. Here are some general watering guidelines for plants by type. Water amounts are indicated by the number of inches of water per square foot.* Type of Plant Time of Day How Much Annuals Early Morning 1 to 2 inches per week Perennials Early Morning 1 to 2 inches per week Vegetables Early Morning 1 to 2 inches per week Woody Plants Evening/Night 1 to 3 inches per week Turf Early Morning 1 to 1-1/2 inches per week   *1 inch of water in 1 square foot = 0.62 gallons Mark Dwyer is a residential landscape consultant and designer in Janesville, Wisconsin, with degrees in landscape architecture and urban forestry. https://gardenreview.us/a-guide-to-garden-watering-systems-and-strategies/?feed_id=175&_unique_id=672d8b5b5b608 https://gardenreview.us/a-guide-to-garden-watering-systems-and-strategies/?feed_id=175&_unique_id=672d8b5b5b608