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[miothle]

here's to another year🍵🔶

[cockroachparty]

Infinity Nikki X Jealous Lesbian Who Doesn't Realize She's Lesbian (Y/N)

You're a stylist who's got it all: friends, a good family, great teachers, and popularity. You've never had a hard time finding a boyfriend, and all the girls try to copy you in hopes their crush will notice them instead of you. Your eye for fashion is next to none; you are Florawishes Michelangelo. Luckily for you, your parents have connections, so your popularity won't just be confined to Florawish, soon your name and designs will be known all across Miraland!

Until this girl decided to show up.

You were walking out of your dorm when a flash of pink caught your eye. Thinking it to be your friend Fuchsia, you let out a laugh and said "Get back to your side of the building!"

But the pink character stops, and this is when you get a good look at her.

Well, that certainly isn't Fuchsia. Fuchsia's build wasn't so... petite. You stare at this unknown face, while she stares right back at you. You don't even realize you're staring until the girl says, "Oh! I'm sorry, I was just exploring."

What an angelic voice.

You hide your grimace.

"No," You began, flicking your wrist. "I thought you were someone else."

"Oh!" The girl found the situation amusing. "It's no problem at all!"

She beamed a gorgeous smile at you. It was the type of gorgeous smile that would make even the straightest of girls wonder Am I gay? You look her from head to toe, getting a better idea of her. Her hair was a light pink, not a pastel pink, but the perfect shade of pink. Not too bright, and not too pale. It was completely straight, not a single stray hair. You unconsciously touch the top of your hair, feeling for any imperfections (which in this moment, seem to be far more many than usual.) Her dress was undoubtedly beautiful, too. With how much detail it had, it looked like she spent years working on it. She looked so young, though, there's no way she made that dress herself! Not everyone is a prodigy like you, and there can only be one in Florawish. Your judgements and admiration are interrupted when she introduces herself.

"My name is Nikki." The beautiful not-more-beautiful-than-you-girl said.

Your face and lips remained stagnant.

"Um," Nikki put her finger to her plush, rosy lips.

You blink erratically for a second, trying to make sense of this weird feeling that you're experiencing. It's always you who introduces yourself to strangers. It's always you who makes people forget what they're going to say next. It's always you who has the confidence. But who are you without those things? Who are you in front of this girl Nikki? Well, certainly not just some girl! You're Y/N! The most popular, fashionable, gorgeous girl in this damn place!

You clear your throat (cutely) before speaking. "I'm Y/N." You bend your knees while slightly holding out the sides of your dress.

Nikki's smile reappeared. Gosh, how nice it was to see that smile again! "Well, it is so nice to meet you, Y/N!" She copied your curtsey.

Bleh! What terrible form... You thought as you examined the bend of her knees, trying to catch a glance at any skin that may show.

"Oh, you, too!" You perked up, forcing a smile. A smile much bigger and prettier than hers. You wanted to get away from this girl, to completely forget that she existed, but there was one question on your mind.

"So, are you just visiting?" You asked. What a stupid question... You cringed at yourself. Anyone with fashion talent like that is obviously not "just visiting."

"Well, not exactly..." Nikki began. Not exactly? What does that even mean? Your self-conceited thoughts are broken when Nikki finds the right words to say. "I originally wasn't planning on coming here at all," She averted your gaze and let out a light laugh. "But, plans change! I think I'll be staying here a while."

You lightly nodded your head. Good, maybe I can get her to leave before she's implemented herself here.

The bell rang. It was time for you to get to your class.

"Ah, so sorry! That's my cue." You said.

Nikki looked around, trying to find the source of the sound. "Oh, of course! Well, see you around!" She waved.

Before you walked away, though, you couldn't help but take one last good look at her. Not only was her outfit something that deserved to be marveled at, but, my, her face... her hands... the shape of her eyes. I mean, this girl really was pretty. Certainly she's had many guys run after her in the pursuit of love, probably many girls, too. There was no denying that she was going to catch the attention of the students and locals here. I mean, she's already caught your attention. But... why?! Sure, she's pretty, but you're GORGEOUS! You hear it everyday... Is it jealousy you're feeling? The way you felt when you first locked eyes with her were only akin to when you met Giovanni for the first time... But you're not jealous of him!

What is this odd feeling then?

Whatever. You shake it off and walk toward your class. You make your way through the dormitory and you exit the building. As your making a beeline to your class, you notice something a bit off.

No one is saying hello to you!

Not a single soul!

No one is stopping you, giving you a touch on the shoulder, asking you about your day, how you are, how mom and dad are, nothing! Instead, everyone is just.... acting like the world doesn't revolve around you!!! You stop in the middle of the square, observing everyone. How peculiar. You were once the person everyone observed, and now you're the one observing everyone else!

Wait... Is that... no way!

Nikki.

Ugh!

And is that Bebe talking to her? Bebe's got her camera out, too. Must have been talking pictures earlier. Being the weirdo you are, you creep around the Wish tree to get a better idea of what these two are talking about.

You listen closely.

"Yeah, so, if I could get your picture so we can get it into the magazine, that'd be sweet!" Bebe couldn't hide her excitement.

What?!

"Wow, of course!" Nikki put her dainty little hand over her mouth, concealing her beautiful smile. Oh, come on!

"Everyone's talking about you. It's really cool how you were able to defeat those Esselings without a Pear-Pal."

WITHOUT a Pear-Pal?! HUH?!!?!? You're shocked. Utter. Shock. Maybe even shell-shocked. Quick, bring in the doctor, you feel like fainting! If Bebe puts this girl in the magazine, then she is going to completely outshine you! No, no, that can't happen. You're in the magazine bi-weekly! What if Nikki ends up becoming in the magazine WEEKLY?!

"Y/N, you good?"

You blink away the pain. You turn your head to the voice, and see one of your classmates. Oh, it's... him! Uh... What's-his-name...

"Y/N?" He repeats again.

You compose yourself. "Yes, yes! Sorry, I was-" You're interrupted.

"Distracted by that girl? Yeah," He chuckles sheepishly. "She's pretty cool!"

You've never felt rage fill you so quickly. Your face turns blood red, a much worse color than the soft pink that Nikki has adorning her. You stare at your classmate, wondering why he even bothered asking you what was wrong in the first place. What makes it worse is that you know this kid likes you! He used to follow you around like a puppy all last year. Oh, but Nikkiiiiiii, she is just perfect! Now she is going to be #1, while you'll be a measly #2. You didn't know what to say to him. You didn't know what to say to yourself.

Stay classy, Y/N.

You take a deep breathe. You feel the air release from you. You can feel the blood in your cheeks still swirling, but your head feels clearer. You look your classmate in the eyes.

"Mhm, yeah!" You finally reply. "Hey, I've gotta get going. See you!"

And with a skip, you were off. You took one quick glance behind you and saw Nikki taking a selfie with Bebe. The sun shone perfectly on her dress, like the sun itself was made for the jewels that aligned the corset. Her skin was pale and appeared like it glimmered. And her smile, oh, her smile. It was perfect.

As you walked away, you wondered how much longer this strange feeling inside of you would last.

[nyankojin]

*ROUNDHOUSE KICKS YOUR DOOR IN*

NO THOUGHTS ONLY WARLOCK AND PIERRE

Happy one year anniversary to this anon I've had sitting in the back of my drafts. Yeah sorry I needed all of it to figure out how to draw Pierre.

There isn’t enough art of Warlock and Pierre being cuddly and affectionate out there.

[indecisive-dizzy]

today I learned that my nightmares can be cool inspiration for at least one horror game

Here's this morning's concept: an Escape Room Tower, where every floor is a new puzzle. It's gimmicky with haunted house vibes. But wait that's not all!

Your friends are mysteriously disappearing and coming back as horrifically disfigured monsters! now you have to finish the puzzles and survive in order to reach the top to get to the exit! oh and the gimmicky horror vibes become,, not gimmicky. that is real gore now.

[honeyviscera]

me and an irl have been playing through ace attorney together and im having a GREAT time i love playing it with them but bc it's so long i was worried that theyve been getting tired of it or w/e but today they were like "lately when im at work all i can think is 'i want to go home and play ace attorney'" so HOORAY we're both equally comitted to playing every single game in this franchise.

[lucifer-kane]

Current Classic Overwatch chant: we used to be a country

[halyorke-vampiredisaster]

I'm completely taken aback by the (I'll tell you under the cut because spoilers) storyline in Baldurs Gate 3

I mean, yes, it makes total sense that after everything this would be a thing in Act 3 but it feels so personal. It feels so raw This was made by people that care I don't think the game even lets you be an asshole about it even though it's an RPG and you usually do get every option with everything

There's a refugee storyline in Act 3 and I'm not very far yet but ... this hits completely different than the rest of the game. I was just asked for donations. People all around the city assume me and my group are refugees as well, which shifts the whole perspective as a player. I haven't seen one awful dialogue option I could pick yet, just some that don't care that much, but none that were affirming of the hatred all around us.

If you didn't take the evil route in the beginnung you even come with personal involvement in this, as you saved the tieflings in Act 1 and maybe they made it to the city and maybe they didn't (mine didn't) but you probably cared about them; you brought some refugees yourself. You celebatred their survival with them. Dammon fixed Karlachs heart. The thieving kid had big plans for her life. For me, now their refugee tent is empty but for one that made it and it's devastating to see. It really puts the whole storyline into perspective as I see this tent and how big it is and how empty. I'm so impressed with this storytelling and this obvious deep care that went into this aspect of it. This mattered to the developers.

[wlwaerith-moved]

i don’t have any proper gposes, but this screenshot i took after parking varinia next to erenville just before i logged out is making me really emotional. goodbye endwalker, thanks for the memories <3

[arolesbianism]

Oh god the new cotl trailer is dragging me right back in... Damn you goat why must you relight my interest in this game so

[sysig]

Me, looking at Charm: Mm, she’s not deranged enough Me, looking at [Purple Text]: Mm, they’re not deranged enough!

Ft. an old idea (Patreon)

[mimiyanna]

Xenoblade Chronicles 2 is peak video games.......... 🥹🥹🥹🥹

[phagodyke]

i keep getting irrationally miffed at ppl 😐😐

[racke7]

Huh. I actually managed to finish Divinity 2 for once.

[zukos-tiny-burnt-ear]

Stardew is for sure working well on my computer (yippee yippee) so im finally starting my main farmer's save *with the update* and *gonna play it fully through* and im *not gonna restart again* im so pumped!!!

[theogonize]

so, nerdy loser college boy choso *sighs* *opens legs*

a/n: just so you know, this man is gonna make you do all the hard work for a piece of that loser boy dick 😮‍💨 so... um so at some point around 2000 words in i realised this is way more than a hc post :3 eat it up if you will!

nerdy!choso who borderline has no friends except his gaming buddies who doesnt meet irl like ever. he doesnt like going to classes, especially this one. he doesnt need it but it's a requirement for all first years. and boy is glad it is when he sees you come in.

nerdy!choso who only listens to discussions when you're talking. suddenly he needs to put down his headphones and nod at every word you're saying. his eyes follow every gesture of your hand, every sway of your ass, every single time you fix your hair.

nerdy!choso who is starting to get a bit enamored with you, your style, your way of speaking. he loses track of time gawking at you in class from the last benches as you prettily do all the work in the class. he hates how beautifully your hair falls on your face, how nicely your clothes fit you despite being pretty modest for college. he hates how he can see the silhouette of your tits when you turn to the side. but he's too much of a gentleman to keep looking.

nerdy!choso who ends a game early when he remembers you, lying and saying that he had promised someone to meet them somewhere. the place is his bathroom and the person was you. god, you really shouldn't wear those tight jeans to class y'know? how will he continue to be a gentleman if you do?

nerdy!choso who despises groupwork but prays to dear god this class has some reason to pair you two together. he's getting so desperate to talk to you knowing damn well he too pussy to do it on his own. and the lord answers his prayers, the teacher assigns groups of three for a presentation. it's you, him and some slacking trust fund baby.

nerdy!choso who is about to combust and have a full blown panic attack when he sees you approach him after class with that smile on your face that would make the angels swoon. you're going on about distributing the work equally and what not while he is trying his fucking hardest to not accidently make eye contact with you and piss his pants : (

nerdy!choso who now has your name, your number and your email and he feels like the happiest man on earth. his hands are literally shaking as he responds to your request to call. he's overthinking every word he types.

choso: yeah i can do wednesday. choso: i'll be okay with whatever day you want.

nerdy!choso who hops on video call and short circuits with a view of you in an oversized band tee and a brief view of your room. why did you have to be this pretty? why did you have to video call him when you couldve done the work on text? why did you have to put your hair up like that? why oh why did you have you say "choso? hey, you there?" so seductively to bring him back to the present?

nerdy!choso who gets like no work done in a 30 minute call which felt like three hours. he knew he would hardly be paying attention so decided to record the call with your consent, saying he'd need the notes you were typing out on screen only to play it back and stroke his dick to you for what might've have been the twentieth time this week. his strokes only getting faster as you say his name in that voice he imagines sounds way better moaning and screaming it instead.

nerdy!choso who, after the presentation, is on greeting terms with you when he sees you studying in the library. he sits as far away from you as he can while still being able to see you. occupying the coziest corner of the library to stare at you study right when you come up to him.

"can i join you, choso? i'm all alone and your space seems comfy" you say with a smile, "of course, i dont mean to disturb you, is saw you were on your own too, so..."

uh oh, uh oh, uh oh. god no. please no. please dont say yes. please dont be staring at her like some dumb idiot (too late) please.

"uh... yeah sure why not?" he awkwardly says as he makes room for you to keep your things. he was such an idiot for thinking he could say no to your pretty face in the first place.

nerdy!choso who is absolutely drunk on your scent. it feels way better than any alcohol he's ever had. he feels like an animal in heat when he smells your sugary perfume mixed with the styrofoam-y air conditioned smell of the library. you're gonna kill him, yknow? how is he supposed to respond to this? what is one to do when their stupid college crush sits next to them? he gives you a half smile before furiously typing away on reddit, the only place with answers for losers like him.

nerdy!choso whose hands. oh his hands. (can be i a big whore for a second?) his long hands that feel like they're the size of your face. his kempt, beautiful and trimmed nails. his lengthy fingers that seem to yearn for something more to foddle with than just the keyboard or controller. he typed as such an insane pace it made your pussy ache. he was going so fast, jesus. those hands were meant to do more than just ask "how to talk to girls" on reddit.

nerdy!choso who (on the advice of reddit) asks if you would want him to order something for you. you tell you had a frappuccino not too long ago and that it was quite sweet and filling. and he hates himself for thinking that he could give you something much sweeter and filling than that like a horny fourteen year old.

nerdy!choso who is now determined to not come off as a creep so he does his work with the focus of four adderalls. he is typing as fast as his heartbeat, not realising he got two classes worth of work done in just an hour. he looks over at you, blissfully unaware of the absolute war in his mind.

nerdy!choso who feels as though if he doesn't muster up the courage to ask you out right then and there, he'll probably be the biggest loser on the planet. (as if he wasn't already)

nerdy! pathetic! choso who stutters a million times and barely gets the job done then too. his eyes are scanning your entire being (trying his best to not gawk at your tits) for any sign of discomfort.

"so- uhh so ummm... wo-would you, like, uh... like to do this again? sometime?... i got a.. a lot of work done today, so.."

oh heavens, the sheer nervousness in his tone makes you want to pull his pants down and show him how to really get work done.

you agree with a smile, even suggesting a better, more ambient (more romantic) cafe to study in. choso's heart is about to burst and flood the fucking library with his blood the way it is beating at an alarming rate.

"umm yeah uh 5 sounds... awesome... i hope it isn't a-a bother to you?" "no way, choso. i loved today," you offer him a smile as you gather your things, "i really like your hair, by the way" "i like your hair too, y-y-you smell very nice", he gulps.

fuck. why did he say that? what? you smell nice? who says that? is he like ten? you can't help but giggle at the sheer embarassment on his face.

he feels as though he's gonna melt into a puddle and turn to stone and throw up all at the same time.

nerdy!choso who is the most stupidly hot guy you've ever met, you think as you go giggling back to your dorm. mental note: pick a skimpy outfit for 5pm ;)

[anarchomoop]

"What if in order to not get killed in boss fights you had to sit and wait in regular fights and let the enemies hit you so you could have actual HP and defense?" "Oh, it's boring. That's a bad and boring idea."

Final Fantasy II’s grinding system is so funny, the dev team were just like “ok that sucked, we’ll never do that again ever”