#overzize

[robertsbarbie]

the branding for the paris olympics is genuinely so good and everytime i see a dude bro be like ‘mmm here’s what i would do’ and its the most devoid of life and meaning thing you’ve ever seen in your life i die a little on the inside 😭

[littlevenicebiatch]

Secret Sex with Simon

f reader x Simon Riley

Simon had never been the one to sneak around or lie to his superiours. But then you entered his life. You, the new rookie, that was way too young for him, that killed without blinking, that had such nice smelling hair and such a sweet ass.

And one day you were sitting outside on base, only wearing an overzized shirt that you slept in, smoking a cigarette. He saw you and sat beside you, he was your lieutenant, but he was man with urges after all. "Couldnt sleep?" He asked in his deep, raspy voice.

"mhm" You replied, quietly. That night he fucked you deeply until you didnt know your own name anymore.

From that day on the two of you were sneaking around the base non stop. Just like today, training was rough and you were in your shower, trying to get the stress and sweat off of your body, when there was a knock on the door. You knew this knock, it was him.

"Come in" You replied softly, and he did, of course he did. "Oh darlin, you were amazing today." You turned around and looked at him, he saw you, naked, your books all soapy and your eyes all big, he immediatly took off his clothes. He was hard. Simon stepped into the shower and wrapped his arms around you from behind, he kissed the back of your neck and slowly slid his hands up your sides, to your tits.

Simon started sucking on your neck, leaving hickeys all over it. "Si, I told you not to do that, anyone could see it." But he ignored you and kept sucking on your neck and massaging your tits. Then he pressed one last kiss to your neck before he kneeled on the floor.

Simon held onto your legs steadily before he widened them slowly and then his blonde curls disappeared between your legs. He started sucking on your clit painfully slowly. "oh fuck si" you whispered, which caused him to speed up, he swiftly added to fingers to stimulate you. You could barely stand anymore, but luckily he held your legs with his strong arms. You leaned against the shower wall, the warm water slowly dripping down your body.

Finally, Simons togue piecing grazed your clit and you came, loudly moanning. He stood up and picked you up fro the floor, holding your bridal style, which was good, since you probably couldnt walk right now.

Your Lieutenant dried you off with a soft towel before he lay you down on your bed, kissing your forehead. "You took me so well darling, and I am no nearwhere done with you."

[delusionalbitchinthehouse]

Aether calls Dew. With a twist.

Aether smiles when Dew answers the facetime so quickly it barely has time to ring. It's a strange new routine, calling him to get to hear him talk about his day instead of simply slipping under the covers next to Dew and listening to him, but they make do.

"You won't believe it," the fire ghoul starts the second his face popsup on the screen. The lighting is kind of shit, hotel room lights dimmed down to the point where Aether kind of struggles to make out Dew's features, but it's always better than nothing. The quint chuckles fondly, watches as his favorite fire ghoul tugs at the collar of his sleep shirt with an annoyed huff. His cheeks look a bit flushed, he's probably just out the shower.

"I always believe you, firelily. What happened ?"

Dew rolls his eyes, shifts a bit.

"I'm rooming with fucking Phantom."

Aether cannot help the way he snorts. Dew's dramatic streak is showing, the way he huffs and puffs for so little.

"Come on, I don't understand what your problem is with him. He's sweet, and he rocks on stage."

Dew shrugs petulantly, glaring down at what Aether assumes are his shoes, eyes so scalding he could probably burn a hole through them and the hotel room floor. He opens his mouth to answer, but immediately clicks it shut, jaw working as he shifts again, brow knitted.

"He's- so fucking cheery, what the fuck is there to be so happy about ?"

Aether openly bursts out laughing now. Dew doesn't look too upset about it, though. If anything, he looks a bit distracted, fiddling with the phone and adjusting his position once more. From the angle, the quint can only see him from the top of his head to the middle of his chest, but even so, Aether notices his strange body language. Like Dew is holding something back. The quint's laughter dies down, replaced by worry.

"Dew, is everything alright ?"

The phone is shuffled around again, unidentified noises reaching Aether's ears, too muffled and distorted by the poor sound quality of his own phone for him to recognize it. Dew licks his lips, the way he does when he tries to appear casual.

"Fine, Aeth, don't you worry your pretty head."

Alarm bells ring in Aether's mind. Now that he's more thoroughly paying attention to it, Dew's whole demanor is strange. He seems twitchy, restless.

"Are you sure-"

"I'm fine, Aether. Now can I go back to bitching about Phantom ?"

The quint sighs in defeat, more than aware he won't get anywhere if he keeps pushing. Fine. Let's hope Dew will open up throughout the conversation.

"Alright, alright. Still. you should give it a rest, he's a great ghoul."

Dew scoffs, and now there is nothing on this earth or below it that will keep him from ranting, complaining about clinginess and overzeal. Aether vaguely wonders where Phantom is for Dew to speak his annoyance so freely, with no visible fear of getting caught by the subject of his exasperation. Probably out to get post ritual drinks with Swiss and Aurora, if Aether had to guess.

"-and it's not like he realizes it eITHEr-"

The quints' musings are abruptly interrupted by Dew's loud voice crack. The fire ghoul freezes, looking mortified, red flush crawling up his neck. He's about to say something, when his eyes roll back and his whole frame tenses, fangs sinking into his bottom lip.

"Shit," he pants, swallowing thickly. Oh. Aether knows that tone. Knows that reaction. The noises from earlier are back, louder, much clearer. Wet, incriminating noises. The quint facepalms.

"Are you- fucking hell, Dew."

The fire ghoul groans, eyelashes fluttering.

"Sorry, Aeth. Just...fuck."

Aether tuts, but he's chuckling.

"'m talking to you, and you're getting blown. What, thought I wouldn't realize ?"

Dew snorts, though it morphs into a low moan.

"Was betting on you being too tired. Wanna see ?"

Aether's dick twitches in interest at the thought. He grins, arching an eyebrow.

"You have to ask ?"

Dew fumbles with the phone, holding it high until Aether has an upward view of him, head thrown back against the chair's headrest, legs widely spread to accomodate the ghoul hunched between them. The fire ghoul's hand is burried in an oh so recognizable mop of white and purple streaked hair.

"Dewdrop ghoul, you fucking fiend," Aether huffs increduoulsy as Phantom pulls away from Dew's cock just enough to grin at him and mumble a "Hi Aether" before the fire ghoul is pushing him back into his groin. "You were shit-talking him while he was giving you head ?"

Dew groans at something Phantom does, taking his sweet time answering. Aether wishes the light and image quality was better, the sweet noises coming from the two ghouls so enticing.

"Mmh, he likes it," Dew finally huffs, playfully tugging on one of Phantom's curl. Whatever the quint does in retaliation nearly has the fire ghoul arching off the chair with a sound they're sure to get noise complaints about.

"Well," Aether chuckles while fishing his cock out of his boxers with a relieved sigh, "looks like you're warming up to him."

Oh how he loves the laugh that answers him.

[bewitched-hours]

OKAY OKAY OKAY ZO Y'KNOW ONE OF MY FIRZT AZKZ ABOUT THE CREATION OF PURE LOVE! [READER]??

THINK ABOUT THAT BUT THEYRE A KILLER

LIKE THEYRE REALLY UNHEALTHY LOVE, MAYBE MANIPULATIVE LOVE, OR JUST CONTROLLING POZZEZZIVE LOVE?? (THEY DONT ACTUALLY CARE FOR ANYONE, EXPECT THEIR ZIBLING, 1X1X1X1. THEY JUST PRETEND THEY LOVE ZOMEONE TO MANIPULATE THEM HEHE)

THEY CAN BE LIKE THE OPPOSITE OF WHAT THEY LOOK LIKE, TALL (ALMOST AZ TALL AZ GUEST 666), SCARY, DAMAGED WINGZ, DIGITIGRADE LEGZ (AND THEY ALMOST ALWYS ARE ON ALL FOURZ, BUT IT DOEZNT BOTHER THEM BC IF THEY ZTAND UP RIGHT FOR TOO LONG IT ZTARTZ TO HURT THEIR BODY EVEN MORE)

HEREZ ZOME KILL LINEZ OR ZOMETHING

Shedletsky: "I'm surprised Brighteyes still loves you, better change that, hehe.", "Oh look at you, still in love! Absolutely pathetic.", "We should've been dead a long while ago."(Callz themzelvez 'us', 'we', 'both', etc.), "Hmph! You should've known better, 'father'. Shouldn't have made us from your own lustful desires."

007n7: "Ah, no ones loved you yet? Ha!", "You'll always be alone for the rest of you pathetic life.", "Awh, c00lkidd still doesn't have a loving mother? Ha!", "Mm, your lonely life is very entertaining!", "You'll always be alone."

Guezt 1337: "Awh, does your wife still love you?", "Oh, you're married? Ugh, boring!", "Daisy still loves you? Pathetic!", "Eww, this ones married.. like someone I hate."

Noob: "Your love life sucks!", "You should really try dating.", "Jeeez, still alone? Loser!"

Chance: "Don't even try gambling a partner.", "How long will you keep trying for a partner? Just give up!"

Taph: "Communication is IMPORTANT for relationships!!", "Try actually SPEAKING up, if you want a partner."

Dusekkar: "No one wants your boring rhymes!", "You'll die alone.", "God, no one wants you.", "Look in a mirror, before you get out."

(THIZ IS PLATONIC!!!!!!!!!!)

Alzo, c00lkidd and [READER] are quite good friendz! Mostly because both of them have a child-like mind, but [READER] knowz they're killing people. Zometimez [READER] likez to let C00lkidd ride of their back when they feel like cauzing chaoz around them ;3

They don't.. like being around 1x1x1x1 too much... it really.. hurtz... love izn't zuppozed to hurt, right..?

They enjoy laying near John Doe when zleeping, like an overzized big dog!

They zometimez like to roughhouze with Guezt 666 when they feel like getting some energy out!

Mafioso and his goonz..? They.. like them. They're all fine. Not the biggest fan of them, however.

Jason and them are mostly friendly.

Bluudud and Pr33ttyprinc3ss? Pretty likes drezzinf them up in zome stuff! Bluudud likes to lay againzt them bc of their fur.

Fun factz: Since CK (c00lkidd) and them are zuch good friendz, zometimez [READER] lickz hiz head (like how a mother cat lickz her babiez!), and may do this if they like u :3 they alzo DONT like manipulating CK, zince they zee him az zomeone who they enjoy being around.

-Zanon

ZANON YOU ABSOLUTELY BLESSED ME WITH THIS TODAY-

EVEN THOUGH THIS ISN'T A PART 2, READER'S STILL GETTING THEY/THEM

Honestly, Shedletsky should've known that both of his creations would turn against him like this.

First 1x1x1x1, now you. The manifestation of his hate working together with its sibling, the manifestation of his love turned... Incredibly unhealthy.

Now, you weren't incapable of loving normally. You still showed a normal kind of love to the people you liked. 1x and the kids mainly.

But you were MASSIVE. With your twisted form, you almost reached guest 666's size and struck fear into survivors like it was your second nature.

But your body was still damaged. You couldn't fly and always had to be on all fours like an animal. Not that you minded since you could still carry the other killers around and be taken seriously when you needed to be.

1x was... Difficult, to say the least. Being a manifestation of hatred, there were few things you two actually agreed upon besides your mutual hate for your creator. But she was the only one you actually 'loved', in a sense.

It was actually a little funny. You were the younger one and yet he was smaller. Sometimes you'd theorize on why that was but mostly just to tease.

With the other killers, you were mostly friendly.

C00lkidd, Bluudud and Pr33ttyprinc3ss? You pretty much treated them as your own children, oddly enough.

CK would and you both had a child-like mind so you'd often let him ride on your back to cause chaos around the cabin. Much to 1x's disappointment-

BD would usually just chill and use your fur as pillows. Sometimes he even naps on you and you just kind of accept it and let out a low purring noise as you allow yourself some rest too.

PP usually just dressed you up and you would go along with it all joyfully. You were always proud of her work on you and wouldn't let any of the other killers even so much as chuckle about it.

John Doe was kinda like your first choice for napping besides BD, although he usually didn't really care about you or your fluff. You couldn't fault him since the Spectre practically took his brain.

Guest 666 was usually your go-to for some roughhousing to get all the energy out from rounds that ended too quickly for your liking. You were both so similar that it felt more like having two giant dogs in the cabin rather than legitimate killers at times.

Mafioso and his goons? They were alright, sometimes a little too loud for your liking but otherwise you just vibed with them. They even liked feeding you some of their food at times which you could appreciate.

Jason was probably the most chill. You two didn't interact much but you didn't dislike each other either so there was that.

But for some reason... Being around 1x... Hurt.

It wasn't even his comments or her actions... You just couldn't help but feel a strange pain around them...

You'd often wonder why 1x's presence hurt so much and tried to distract yourself by mocking survivors during chases.

Like telling 007n7 that he was destined to be alone, telling Guest 1337 about his marriage having been a mistake or even telling Chance that he'd gamble away any chance at finding love...

But your worst was always reserved for Shedletsky... You wanted him to hurt.

Reminding him of Brighteyes, telling him he was unworthy of love, reminding him why you and 1x existed and worst of all?

You'd allow him to see the ugly, self-loathing part of you that only him and 1x could ever know of.

A part that cried for what could've been if Shedletsky had bothered to be responsible.

A part that cried to be loved.

That inner child that still wished all of this was a terrible nightmare and that you would wake up with 1x to a life of normalcy. A life where you were a real family instead of this broken and fucked up battle that never ended.

Whenever you had a round with Shedletsky, you'd retreat to your own realm shortly after the round and would refuse to speak to anyone.

Your own creator made you break down and you'd have to calm down in a pretty little realm of your own where you would float on cloud that almost matched your fur and allowed you to temporarily forget your own vulnerability.

Other survivors you'd happily manipulate and mock but Shedletsky broke through all of it without even trying and made you return to that little kid that would cry and lash out at him because he took away all that could've been good.

And there was no doubt 1x knew...

kek- Maybe a part 2 will be in order~

Anything you'd like to request/ask? Check out my pinned post first and I'll be happy to write up whatever you want!

[dyeher]

Includes| Iwaizumi Hajime x Fem! Reader x Sakusa Kiyoomi

Warnings| Exhibitionism, D/S Undertones, Overstimulation, Anal Sex.

Notes| @audrinui ❤️

sakusa finds you on your knees in the last shower stall, all the way at the end of the private showers. he’s disgusted. you’ve been stripped bare, a cloth- one he recognizes as his own- is stuffed into your mouth and muffles your sobs effectively. sakusa wonders briefly what the fuck is wrong with hajime. sure, they’d made a mistake but, this kind of punishment was a stretch. when did he even get the time to drag you in here? was it after the first set? why didn’t sakusa noticed that you’d left your seat?

it doesn’t actually matter now because, hajime has left instructions. five orgasms for you and two for sakusa, at least that’s what you inform him. he doesn’t want to know what happens if they don’t meet these requirements, so he nods his understanding and steps into the stall to close the glass door. sakusa watches you shift around to move your legs, so you were sitting on your ass and then he watches them fall open. sakusa scowls openly when he assesses that hajime has also left him presents.

you’re plugged up. both holes sport plugs, none of them are sakusa’s and the scowl deepens when you shift around and cum leaks out around the one in your pussy. does hajime really expect him to fuck you while you’re like this? you were filthy, sakusa didn’t even know how long you’d been like this. there’s the clearing of a throat outside and sakusa feels the hair on his arms and back raise. the devil himself.

“you have fifteen minutes before the rest of the team comes in here,” hajime says. “unless you want them to hear you two fucking, in which case, I have no objections.” sakusa doesn’t think about his actions after that, it was best he didn’t. he turns the shower on to drown out most sounds and drags you to your feet.

you cum the first time, against his fingers. he doesn’t remove the plugs just rubs gentle circles into your clit, whispers how badly he needs you to cum until you do, and the force dislodges the plug in your pussy and sakusa grimaces at the sight of cum running down your inner thighs. he turns you around, so your back is pressed against his damp chest. grinds into your ass and when you plead, beg: “please, please, fuck me, I’m a good girl, I’m a go-” he wraps long arms around you, to keep you upright as he fucks into you.

sakusa likes to tell himself that he’s disgusted by the way hajime’s cum acts as lube for him but, he’s not. some sick part of him loves it. loves that hajime has filled you up with his cum with sakusa in mind. an, I love you of sorts, using their pretty baby as the messenger.

sakusa gets you to orgasm number two before the first voices filter into the room. you’re on your knees again, his cock deep in your throat, too busy chasing his orgasm to even notice that hajime has joined you.

hajime thinks this is the worst form of punishment he’s ever dished out. yet, not an ounce of guilt lives in him. he watches with rapt attention as sakusa throws his head back and cums with a shout that hajime knows the others have heard.

“eh?” he hears atsumu first. “ye hear that shouyo-kun?” hajime frowns when hinata says he doesn’t. sakusa comes down from his high and hajime is impressed with how quickly his face can switch from pleasured to disgusted.

you turn to hajime too and hajime melts a little at the spit coated state of your lips, chin and neck, pretty, he thinks. he notes the plug in your ass is till intact and narrows his eyes at sakusa. “so, you want them to hear?”

sakusa doesn’t respond, elects to pretend that hajime isn’t there at all as he pulls you up to your feet once more. he turns you around and bends you toward hajime roughly. hajime catches you of course and kisses you gently while sakusa pulls the plug out of your ass. he chuckles against your lips when he hears the tch he’d come to love escape sakusa.

“you played so well bokuto-san!” shouyo’s overzealous voice comes closer and hajime watches in amusement as sakusa tenses. “your spikes were all blam! and wham!”

hajime kisses you again to muffle his laughter. you moan loudly when the plug slips free with a squelch and both men freeze because everyone outside goes quiet. hajime and sakusa lock eyes and sakusa gulps.

“eh? omi-kun?” atsumu calls out.

“ignore him,” hajime mouths at sakusa and sakusa listens, he grabs your waist to anchor himself as the head of his cock disappears into your ass.

“kiyoomi!” you wail and hajime’s palms twitch with the need to cover your mouth, but something about the way sakusa’s grip tightens on your waist as footsteps pad closer forces him to stay still. hajime swallows the wave of arousal that threatens to drown him when he realizes sakusa might…like this. like being caught or even seen.

“omi…omi-san has someone with him,” hinata tries to whisper and hajime grins when there’s a collective gasp. sakusa’s pace speeds up and hajime’s dick throbs. he rearranges you so that your hands press against the glass of the door behind him and the gasp repeats itself. hajime moves around to stand next to sakusa. he drags a palm down your spine, circles a finger around your puckered hole where it’s stretched to accommodate his girth.

kiyoomi’s hips stutter and you yelp stumbling further into the door until the side of your face is pressed into the glass. you’re too overstimulated to care about the fact that you’ve just exposed yourself to everyone outside.

“please get back to what you’re doing,” ushijima’s voice sounds shaky, even hajime can hear it but, he doesn’t care. his eyes are glued to the way sakusa’s cock is disappearing into you, displacing the cum he’d left there earlier.

“you like this?” hajime asks. he turns to stare into hooded eyes. he runs one rough palm up sakusa’s chest, taking his time to tweak at his nipples. saksua can’t stop the moan that escapes him and hajime chuckles when no sound comes from outside. he reaches his free hand back to your head and lifts you off the glass only to press you forward again. this time your entire chest is pressed against it, nipples dragging against the surface with every one of sakusa’s thrusts.

“please, please, please,” you’re babbling hajime hadn’t even realized before. “please, please, wanna cum ‘yoomi, haji wanna cum.” hajime wraps a hand around your body and with a gentle flick of his fingers against your clit you’re unravelling. you let out a scream into the bathroom and it’s accompanied by sakusa’s breathless panting of your name as he cums too. hajime holds you up with an arm, pulling you away from the glass door so that he can slide it open.

sakusa’s eyes are closed as he empties into your ass so, he can’t see the faces of his slack jawed teammates or hajime’s satisfied grin.

“omi-kun,” atsumu whispers. “yer so pretty when you cum.”

hajime hums his agreement and slides the door shut when sakusa’s eyes finally reopen. you’re limp in their arms and hajime watches sakusa come to terms with what just happened as he cleans you up. ushijima manages to herd everyone away from your stall but, not before muttering something about inappropriate things at the three of you.

“you liked it,” hajime says, matter-of-factly. “you really liked it.”

“I think he did,” you agree, as hajime massages sakusa’s shampoo into your hair.

sakusa goes to glare at him but, the sight of hajime under the spray of the water dries his mouth.

“we can finish this when we get home,” hajime continues and sakusa’s mouth opens to object, and only when hajime smacks you on the ass when you giggle at his reaction, does he realize he’s been baited.

“yes,” he acquiesces. “I did.”

[septiccoffeefreak]

Hello, I wanted to ask how you're able to find peace in being open as a factive married to another factive? /gen I live in constant fear of being invalidated in the fandom. Sometimes I wish I could be out like you and other factives out here on Tumblr, but I couldn't fathom the idea that someone out there will harass me for "impersonating" my source... at the same time, I don't want people to see me either. Sorry if this doesn't make sense. I think I just wanted to hear what you think of all this, from factive to factive. If you ever find this ask relevant to answer, thank you.

I know the feeling, sort of. Honestly when I got this I wasn't sure exactly how I would respond, because I don't really open up much and I don't consider myself someone who's good at emotional conversations with people, but I knew I wanted to reply. I just had to navigate how, I guess? Build up a response. Sorry for the wait.

I wish I had some magic cure all answer for you but honestly? On my end, I don't- although Tommy might have something. I've felt that feeling before, but in very little dosages in comparison to him.

Like, I had the advantage of Tommy making his Tumblr account before I did, so people knew I existed even before I made my own account. I DID have a Pinterest back then, and I did mention being a factive on there but people don't really talk on that site... All I really did when I first made a Tumblr was that I avoided talking to other JSE fans until I knew a specific person was okay for x, y, z reason, and then over time by doing that I just sort of fell into place?

But honestly I didn't get much backlash period. When I did it wasn't about me impersonating my source; it was about me either not being a real alter or about me being disrespectful to him because I'm in a relationship that's. My own relationship. Which is incredibly stupid but still. Even then though, it was only a few people and we just...both blocked them.

And I wasn't even that hesitant! Like I was worried yes, but not nearly as much as Tommy because I had seen introjects in my fandom be treated well, I'd even seen my source interact with some directly, so I knew it was safe.

Tommy was the direct opposite because his fandom is considered "cringe" and alters from there get made fun of, and also because he was concerned that the DSMP fandom specifically is/was harsh or hostile and that he'd have a harder time. So he'd probably be a better example to pull from, I think?

I defenitely know he was terrified at first. Like, REALLY terrified. He used to put spaces between "Tommy" and "innit", or even censor letters: only making an exception for his intro post at the time. He didn't interact with any DSMP posts or blogs at ALL, he was open about his identity in his bio and still went by Tommy, but was careful not to let any ofnhis posts pop up in the notes of DSMP blogs or in any dsmp-related searches. And nowadays that's obviously not the case anymore.

But as far as I'm aware that mostly just came from time, blocking a LOT of blogs pre-emptively if their bio or pinned implied we might have problems, and making one or two friends who WERE active and could ease him into it. I think he just got bolder as he realized how little people actually care? Fakeclaimers and assholes are real and out there but it's not a daily chore so long as you block people regularly (even if you just see them in passing, if you see a post from someone you've never met who thinks factives aren't real or something, do your future selves a favor and block just in case they find you later) and stay out of r/systemcringe and similar circles. I can't even remember how long ago the last time we got hate was but it was at LEAST before September.

Don't check your indirects- don't Google or search your username, don't check to see if you're on cringe compilations. Ignore anything you can and block it when it gets in your feed directly, and you'll find that all your nightmares about fakeclaimers are usually overzealous. They're awful, but they aren't super common. It's important to know how to prevent them from getting worse (don't post or reply to hate, for example) but it's also not something you'll encounter on a daily or even weekly basis, at least not in our experience. It's not as bad as your brain is telling you it is. Your imagination is scarier than reality.

If you want any more information on this though, then again I'll have to point you to Tommy. I know his anons are off right now as I'm posting this but he usually keeps them on and only turned them off temporarily for the first few days of that septicinnit poll thing- he'll turn them back on soon and you should be able to message him on anon once he does, assuming you want to stay anonymous and everything.

Good luck, and I hope you find peace of mind. You deserve to be happy and you deserve to be yourself. /Gen

[cyberclawz]

Please...please look up rules for the fae.....

.....

itz so overz

(@_@;)

[satoshi-mochida]

Utawarerumono: ZAN coming to PC in 2025 - Gematsu

Publishers DMM Games and Shiravune, and developer Aquaplus will release Utawarerumono: ZAN for PC via Steam in 2025, the companies announced. It will support English, Japanese, and Traditional Chinese language options.

Utawarerumono: ZAN first launched for PlayStation 4 on September 27, 2018 in Japan, followed by September 10, 2019 in North America and September 13, 2019 in Europe. The PC version will feature a number of PC-specific optimizations and enhancements.

Here is an overview of the game, via its Steam page:

About

Turn up the music, grab your warfan, and get ready to mow down some mooks in this action-packed take on the Utawarerumono series!

Hack and Slash

Land big damage, juggle foes, and build up a combo counter into the hundreds! Carve your mark onto the battlefield while grooving out to over 80 tracks, including upbeat remixes of Utawarerumono‘s legendary soundtrack!

Four’s a Party

Build a team of four characters and switch anytime! Every fighter in your squad brings unique stats and abilities. Equip and improve gear to customize your loadout, choose powerful formations that complement your strengths, and power up your party after every battle!

Flashy Final Strikes

Dodge attacks and land hits to charge up Zeal, then spend it on unique and deadly Chain Attacks—or save up, enter Overzeal, and unleash a devastating Final Strike!

For the Mikado

Utawarerumono: ZAN follows the story of Utawarerumono: Mask of Deception, featuring slimmed-down exposition interspersed with button-pounding battles. When a man named Haku wakes up in an unfamiliar world, he quickly finds himself surrounded by a beautiful but strict caretaker and a motley crew of warriors, scholars, princesses, and heroic bandits. Under the direction of the dashing rogue Ukon, they’ll rescue damsels, stamp out conspiracies, stymie invasions, and build bonds as they fight to defend the land of Yamato from every threat… even the ones that wear masks.

[annachum]

Indilwen of Vanyar

Indilwen is the daughter of Ingwion and his wife Pandothiel, and a granddaughter of Ingwe and Ilwen. She's also the wife of Maedhros, mother of Hilindil and Miril I Tirinqui, and also a great grandmother of Legolas

Gentle, warm and decorous, she's a great art patron, usually a peacemaker, and a great dancer. Her marriage to Maedhros united many of the Noldor and Vanyar tribes. Yet in the War of Wrath, everything seems to fall apart

She and her sisters in law ( all noblewomen of different Elvish tribes ) had to watch the sons of Feanor let overzeal of power get into their heads, much to the detriment of the wives and even their CHILDREN. Unfortunately, she died under the hands of orcs, and that also caused a great rift between the Noldor and the Vanyar then.

It's gotten so bad that her son, Hilindil ( who later on becomes Elerrian's father ) took kid Miril to live with Ingwion and Pandothiel then, while Hilindil leads a coup against the sons of Feanor, with Elrond and Elros by his side.

The War of Wrath ends up with the sons of Feanor turning away everyone else, all their wives either died or straight up left, and Hilindil becomes the new High King of Noldor and contributed greatly with diplomacy and reparations. Miril I Tirinqui lived with him for a while Until she later becomes Queen of Tol Eressea

Later on, he fell in love with later married Mirwen, who's from a noble family in Old Ithilien ( which was destroyed by orcs in War of Wrath ). And they had one daughter, Elerrian ( who will become the wife of Thranduil and mother of Legolas )

Indilwen has some similar vibes to Isabella D'Este and Lucrezia Borgia btw

[lower-management]

do I have permission to pretty please with a cherry ontop print a photo of you out to tape to my favourite teachers whiteboard? We basically hold a pride club in there and everyone brings in a photo of a cool person to be the 'overseer' (it makes us feel better about getting hatecrimed by younger years for our swag) and it's my turn this week-

I mean zure. I might not be the bezt overzeer zeeing az I am a demon but I did protect a whole azz civilization for quite e bit zo go for it. Been a boring week.

Alzo, if younger yearz make fun of ya juzt fucking pick them up and throw them. Workz juzt fine. Or throw back the zame ztuff they tell you at them. Even juzt ztaring at them workz.*

[gentleeclipsey]

Is it okay if you write about Blinky please? :)

Fun fact, Dictatious is older than Blinky! They're not twins as far as I gather from the wiki! This involves my variant of Dictatious, Dicta, so if he's out of character that's why, also have orphaned Galadrigal twins-

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Dicta was...exhausted. That was one word for how he felt. Two of his six eyes, damaged in the raid, left him worse for ware when hunting down the scraps to feed his little brother. The further bruising made it a more treacherous affair. Dicta was a youngling, only just barely what humans would describe as a 15 year old. His brother, Blinky, just barely a whelp, he was bathroom trained, able to somewhat grasp the situation, but lacked any skills to actually help.

Even so, their little hide away was decently well cared for no thanks to the elder Galadrigal. It was once a mighty trollish city, now overrun with what was left of their own home city after the barbaric clans raided it for breeders and supplies. The elder Galadrigal ducked into the curtained off shanty shack they'd occupied, his brother curled in one of the nests reading a spare book that'd been thrown out for being damaged.

"I found some of that fruit you were talking about." Dicta spoke low and careful, his face still burned from the wound. Blinky turned over quick in the nest, a smile splitting his little face as he bolted up from the old furs, "Dicky!" a terrible nickname, accompanied by a tight hug. Dicta twitched, but used his two free arms to loosely hug his brother back, "Here, eat." the command was simple, and the younger whelp dislodged from his brother to take the small sack he'd been carrying. Dicta undid his cape, rolling it up and laying it on a crate before slipping into the free nest as his brother dug through the bag.

"Oranges! I didn't think these were even in season anymore!" The excitement in Blinky's voice eased the pain in Dicta's chest. "We got lucky. Those were some of the last fruits on the branches."* Dicta distracted himself by undoing his boots, sighing heavy as he rubbed his aching heels. Before he could consider laying down a hand stretched into his vision, the brown and green eyes snapping to the biggest orange that had been in the bag. There were no words, but a soft flick of the ear before he gently accepted the tart fruit.

Blinky sat in his nest, not bothering to peel the round orange balls before he ate them one at a time, "Hear anything of mother and father?" The words came out hopeful, full of innocence like only a whelp his age could hold. Dicta froze, the uncovered eyes all pointing to his little brother for a split moment before the lie slipped between his teeth. "No, nothing yet Blink. But...I'm sure I'll find them soon. When I do, we'll all go see great aunt Abdwen when we do, just like they promised us." He reached a hand overz ruffling his little brother's mane, "Dicky!" Blinky pouted and shoved the hand away playfully, moving to fix his ruffled hair.

Dicta held that smile, even as much as he knew that they'd never go see great aunt Abdwen again.

[slayonehundredninetytwo]

for your mini fics, how about "Feeling better now, are we?" *sickie throws up again* "never mind, I spoke too soon" - when a sickie has been throwing up all night/morning and they've finally managed to control their stomach and not puke again for all of 5 minutes before they're being sick again. Maybe for sick Seungmin and caretaker Felix?

<3

Felix sat in the dark room with Seungmin as he threw up once more. He’s been puking all night straight, not once getting more than a minute to breathe before being thrown over the bucket. Th group was all taking shifts staying with him through the night, and now it was Felix’s turn.

Eventually however, after much back rubbing and vomit, it seemed to have finally shown some remorse. It has been about 5 minutes, just long enough do decide it was overz

“Felling better now, are we?”

But he spoke too soon, and Seungmin lurched forward at just that moment with a wave somehow larger and lasting longer than it had for hours.

“Guess not.”

🫶

mini and full fics open still <3

[thelunarsystemshares]

Hey- hEY WAIT IM NOT SUPPOSED TO CRY OVERZ THID :<< /pos/lh

Killer giving his kitty the care and affection he never got 💗💗💗

(He started bawling)

Killer belongs to rahafwabas

[vacuousnessblog]

Lib’s seem to have:

1. Completely miscalculated their election campaign.

2. Forgotten the days of 2 party preferred are overz

3. The ‘Liberal’ in their name, is false adversing.

4. Australia has seen major parties completely disappear from the political landscape before.

5. Dutton has the charisma of a brick and has only ever brought; hate, bigotry, political polarisation, social division, cruelty, human rights abuse, rorts and self interest to politics, parliament and govt.

#auspol

F*** #Fascism

#Voldermort

[the-single-element]

Good morning.

Today, we finally begin Luke's account of Jesus's public life as a traveling preacher. And he's already making a splash. People are hearing about him all over. He's making waves, working miracles as he goes from town to town.

And then he returns to his hometown, reading the prophet Isaiah's words of comfort and promises of salvation, and then claiming that he is what Isaiah predicted.

As we'll see next week, they'll find this jarring. The people who knew Jesus as a child, and as a youth, are not going to be exactly well-primed to see him as the Messiah or listen to his message, preached like one speaking on their own authority.

But he had to try anyway.

For one thing, we just heard a week ago about a Jesus who's still very connected to the people he grew up with. Going to a family friend's wedding, working a miracle on their behalf. What good is saving the whole world if you can't save your own hometown, your own family and friends?

Nehemiah, who we hear from in today's TaNaKh excerpt, was working on a similar principle. He went from Babylon to Jerusalem, a century after the end of the Jewish exile, on a mission to restore his own homeland to its pre-Exile glory; he got permission for this from his (non-Jewish) boss because he was so clearly distraught over the situation there. This mission – of which today's excerpt represents the beginning of the triumphant second half – was as much about getting his kinspeople's heads screwed on straight as it was about its surface-level goal of "rebuilding the walls of Jerusalem". And part of that was the people of Jerusalem reopening the scriptures, and taking them seriously in a way that they never had a chance to when they lived in exile and had to follow the rules and customs of a foreign king. Indeed, Nehemiah would struggle with this tension between "the Jewish way" and "the way people have gotten used to" for his whole life… sometimes even to the point of causing collateral damage in his overzeal.

Jesus, too, comes to Nazareth to get into that struggle.

But in addition to that personal motive, Paul presents another reason why this is all so important.

Paul was in an interesting position in the tug of war between "God's way" and "the popular way". He was always a zealous person by nature, getting himself fired up to struggle with those who he believed to be God's enemies… but at first, this tendency made him one of the most vehement anti-Christians, with plenty of blood on his hands. At the same time, the New Testament paints him in a curiously neutral light vis a vis the main political football of his society (Jews who had adopted Greco-Roman culture versus the anti-Roman faction that called themselves Zealots); though not Hellenized himself, he knew how they did things in Rome and had no qualms playing the "Roman citizen by birth" card to get out of a bad scrape. His whole extended metaphor about parts of the body, which we hear part of today, runs on the assumption that his Corinthian readers are familiar with Aesop's fable of the rebellion against the stomach. And his point is that all of us – whatever our cultural background or social class, and whatever our peculiar tendencies – have a part to play in building up the Kingdom of God, where those peculiarities will be a strength rather than a weakness.

Nehemiah would have scoffed at half of that sentiment (part of his overzealousness was his agitation for Jewish ethnic purity), but he would have nodded approvingly at the other part; it was him who reminded the rich of their obligations towards the poor, and the necessity of making their riches work for the greater purpose of rebuilding Jerusalem and, by extension, Jewish culture.

Thankfully, we have Jesus's life to learn from, as an example of what it looks like when you have the whole picture on this topic. Especially in Luke's Good News, we hear story after story of him bringing in people from the sidelines and arguing for their importance: Samaritans, lepers, penniless widows. Especially in Luke's Good News, we hear his repeated warnings to rich and powerful that they couldn't rest on their laurels, that they also have a job to do, and not an easy one.

So if everyone has a role to play in the Kingdom... then it's easy to imagine that, when he went home to Nazareth, he also had in mind some work they could do – these people he knew so well – that nobody else could. Why wouldn't he try as hard as he could to seize that opportunity, and bring his childhood friends and neighbors into the great works he was trying to accomplish?

…and the same is true of us.

What is it that we're called to do, with the tools God has put into our hands, and the aptitudes he's placed in our minds, and the passions he's planted in our hearts? What task are all of those peculiarities adding up to?

It might look like some part of what Jesus did. Or it might look completely different.

It might be something as simple as rebuilding a wall.

But we've all got a part to play, here in our day-to-day lives, especially when the totality of the work to be done looms larger than anyone could accomplish alone. And so we should keep looking for those opportunities to use "the kind of person we are" to build up the Kingdom. Let's try to be optimistic, try to value who we are, so that we can see where we fit into the body that Paul described… and so that we may not be saddened, but rather, rejoice, and draw strength from our rejoicing, that we are part of that body.

[apolloendymion]

magus is actually masculine! I've seen people suggest magi/magis, though, which could work (even if magi is technically plural grumble grumble.... though i guess a lot of people would like it specifically for that). miss only has one syllable anyway, so I'm not too concerned about making mg longer.

(re: ind: i agree! in expressing my frustration with the existing options, i implied that nobody should use them, which was never my intention!! apologies for my overzealousness [overzeal?])

since mrs, ms, and mr are all descended from the latin word magister, i propose the gender neutral version should be mg, short for "mage"