#worst mod ever 😭

[bloodweavefangnatic]

Worst BG3 mod ever?

Like I don’t even understand why you would WANT to change the companions original appearance— like you don’t see this happen in the other games like Horizion or Life Is Strange etc (like we’re not just talking about the mods; just in general!)

Are you really telling me that you rather replace THIS drop dead — pun intended 🤭 — gorgeous AF face for something completely unrecognisable???

[lelianaslefthand]

more additions to the sad wet eyes folder

[swordmaid]

we managed to resolve the tiefling-goblin conflict before wyll turns into a devil (we’ve even recruited karlach too) and this is what he says in the party…! interesting I think

[bad-traffic-smp-ideas]

new life series idea: normal life (alternatively: heterosexual life). everyone is given a strategically determined amount of lives depending on how absurdly homoerotic they’ve acted towards other characters in past series. if anyone says anything even remotely gay they immediately lose 1 life. family dynamics abound but all are nuclear families. bdubs and etho are forbidden from talking to each other. martyn is explicitly kept from being within 20 blocks of ren (almost out of range of voice mod so all their interactions are limited to either shouting at each other or the chat). scott is the only one exempt from the titular rule and spends the entire series taunting every other member (except pearl and cleo) because no one is allowed to respond to him. he ends up losing anyway because everyone sets out to kill him. scar dies second (after jimmy, who falls from a cliff while running away from scott, who had been chasing him and shouting marriage proposals. no one can decide on whether it was an accident or purposeful) because he keeps forgetting and can’t stop himself from complimenting everyone else’s appearances. grian shrivels up and dies from lack of affection. the watchers conclude this was the worst idea they could have ever come up with and wipe it from everyone’s memory

Homophobic life bro 😭

[j4y-lvr]

day flower … park jongseong

SYNOPSIS. bent over the sink, coughing up petals and blood, you knew that your worst fears had come true.

PAIRING. jay x fem!reader

GENRE. fluff, angst, lovers2?, established!relationship (?), hanahaki au

WARNINGS. profanity, mentions of food, mentions of blood, quite a lot of kissing, possibly making out (?), one mention of loss of weight, graphic, mcd(?), death(?)

WORD COUNT. 5.3k

NOTE. i just wanted to write something sad and i came up with this,, idk why i chose jay to fit my mental image of this bc its so saddening to even imagine— EVEN THOUGH ITS SAD PLS DO READ😭‼ thoughts on an alternative ending? update:: I MADE ONE: !! ALTERNATE ENDING. !!

Reblogs and feedback are highly appreciated!

i. the bud blooms

At the ripe age of 12 you were sent away with your mother after a preceding divorce bought with complexities and the drop of niceties. This, however, was your chance  at a fresh start or whatever your mother bullshited about when you knew you'd nonetheless be a burden to her.

Maybe she was prepping you to put up with her never coming home nor checking up on you as time passed. With no real restrictions you spent your time outside after school and by the field of daffodils you found after a hike up the crest of a low hill.

A google search on the then simplistic site displayed that daffodils symbolise new beginnings, quite accurate given your situation. Much hadn't changed now as only the site was cleaned up to look mod and appealing but the information remained.

On the sole field you met a boy. Dark hair brooding his lowered eyes, and he wore nothing but a tiresome look on his face. He stepped forward and scrunched his nose in annoyance at the sight of  you, an intruder to his scarce peace. "ugh, whatever, just stay on that side of the field and don't disturb me,"  With no one to tell you when to not bother someone, you did exactly that, eventually getting him to gleam a boyish smile at you.

Just like the search engine viewing your answer, that boy, jay, seemed to have an answer for almost everything. Smart and logical, would always rationalise with himself and was punctual with his timings at the gripping age of 13. Not once had he been late when you’d inquire to meet him the very next day, finding him at his usual spot, grimacing at the withered flowers. His punctuality and love for flowers (?) scared you, either he was messed up in the head or he'd been expected to act like an adult for the majority of his life, to live up to his parents expectations.

He wandered to these fields for his lonesome mind to sing to some melody of a song you didn't know, caressing the petals of the varied and wilting flowers. You accompanied him with a sketchbook in hand, your hands at work, your ears to his humming and occasional tunes with no comments or interruptions. You had not a thread attached with his absolute, practical life, and that's what he grew to enjoy as he sang you sweet songs and admired the minimalist beauty of flowers for hours together before he vanished back the trail he hiked up.

A decade long later, he stood the same punctual, intellectual, stellar citizen as his facial features  matured and took a dark yet captivating bloom while he sobered from a teen to a young adult. Now the heir of his grandfather's company, he revelled in the success of his grandfather's business. To say he grew would be an understatement, rarely ever flashing you that lovable boyish grin, never to sing his silly little tunes in front of you again.

You weren't one to pry, years into your first ever relationship with your first love and beyond afraid to lose your loose yet stitched in place frail, threaded red heart the two of you share. The photobook stared upon you, urging you to reminisce about your uneventful past filled with mostly jay. The current times didn't get any exciting either, you painted and attended exhibitions, the usual smile carried on your peach tinted lips at the guests and those interested in buying your pieces.

Contrary to this, jay barely made it home, cooped up in his office all day everyday, allowing himself to come home merely upon completing his work. You didn't mind really, the two of you went out, spoke to each other often, and were happy. This while around, he had been distant for a week or two, his longest record of shutting you out till date. You figured he was exhausted mentally and gave him the space though you wished to circle in his arms and breath wistfully.

You veered your attention to the pages and stopped on one of jay, sat beneath the tree near your old, broken, rundown house, looking into the farther distance, admiring the view, and so were you at the time, etching each feature of his delicately put together face, ingraining it in your mind, taking out your then new but now ancient camera to capture the spectacle.

You grin at the photo stuck, your orbs drifting to the messy lyrics he'd written in english to match the mood of the moment, this particular one that of your favourite song till date, one that he used to sing you to sleep.

"what are you looking so fondly at," uttered jay whose presence you failed to recognise in the room, his exasperated expression making you almost coo at him. You patted on the bedding beside as he followed, crossing your painting that you'd left to dry for hours ere.

"our photo book," you replied gaily, surprised to see him speaking to you after weeks, instinctively reaching for his cheek and staring into his eyes to find the very night sky in them, to find them gleaming right at you, the type stars would beam before they went out. A mesmerising yet sad beauty.

His gaze flickered from your soulful eyes and he glued his sights to the photo and hummed in agreement, "i guess i've always looked this good," he finished the tire in his vocals evident with a slight snicker. You shifted closer to him on the bedding which you wrinkled in the process, "you always have," you completed, pulling him closer by the hand that cupped his cheek.

You drawled yourself up to his level, running your thumb back and forth on his soft skin while your other hand ran through his soft hair, watching as he watched you with this solemn look you couldn't put a finger on. You smiled wider and hovered your lips over his as you ultimately gave in to his alluring presence and pressed your soft lips to his in a desperate yet sweet manner.

He hummed from bewilderment and slinged an arm around your waist, inching the distance closer than possible, tilting his head further and into you as he danced with your lips. You pulled away and gasped, blinking as bliss hit you, wondering if it could get any better than this? You drew away and slotted your lips on his again, covering his frantic yet slow lips, kissing him passionately, emptying out your heartfelt sentiments in the shared motion. 

You climbed off and undid his tie and the first button of his dress shirt and told him to wash up, getting to your feet, fetching him comfortable clothes and a glass of water to drink. He changed into them after washing up and sat back down on the mattress, back pressed to the headboard, the glass coming in contact with his lips that stained yours not long ago.

He glugged the cool water down his throat and set the now empty glass on the bedside table, your hand ruffling his hair as he yearned for your lips to confirm his doubt, tugging down and setting his lips against yours to feel the emotion again as you relaxed into his warm touch after a long day. 

He separated the connection as a string of saliva drew apart and suspended, a sigh of what you thought was content from jay as he flopped to the soft matting underneath him. A pit settled in his stomach and he felt guilt. He chose to ignore the feeling and set his eyes to a close.

You joined him, clinging onto him, kicking on the blanket to yourself and snuggling into his shoulder with a grin. Jay forcefully shut his eyes with a wince he hoped you'd miss it and placed his hand on your waist. Jay pretended to sleep as you hiked up on your elbow, leaning to press a peck to his forehead and mutter, "i love you."

Truth be told, jay sighed out of worry than content.

ii. blossom

You gotten used to the sight of jays absence when you awoke from your prolonged slumber, even the days you rose as early as 8, he’d be out the door, bidding you goodbye as he tucked in the loop of tie and tighten it around the collar, patting you on the head before bolting out the door and zooming off in his vehicle.

He’s been distant but never avoiding, and that's what you felt like he was doing this time; avoiding. As painful as it was to accept the fact that he had been avoiding you for the past week was hurtful. Yes, he was out and at work, he hadn’t stepped foot in the house since a week, nor would he receive your calls, excusing himself through text messages shorter than 5 words.

Time you made him show up yourself. 

You spent almost the entire day prepping your setting, going as far as decorating and cooking something you saw online which ended up pretty decent. Now, all you needed was to lure jay like a wasp to light. You picked up your cell, dialling his number, your throat feeling rather scruffy as you coughed on the ringing line to soothe the uncomfortable sensation.

“did i work too hard for this, i feel my throat closing up,” you mumble, waiting for the line to connect, the mere automated voice blaring through your ear canal causing you to hang up and opt to text him. “come home, its an emergency,”

Not the best, but surely it’d do the trick, and in an hour's time, jay showed up, panting as he bolted the door open, “where's the fire!” he shouted, standing in the common room, across your resting figure on the couch. You yelped and got to your feet, rushing over and placing both hands over your heart, “here.”

His expression morphed from his initial shock to confusion and to anger. He should've seen it coming as it was February the 14th, Valentine's day. Discarding the tie to his fist, he stared you down with menacing eyes, making you gulp down the present discomfort in your throat, your fearful yet expectant orbs gazing into his raged one.

“i’m really trying to control myself,” “good, we haven’t even started,”

With his tongue poking the side of his cheek from annoyance, you led him to the backyard where a table was set from your preparation and he seemed surprised at the notion, and his mouth slitted open as you hauled the piping hot dish towards the meagre wobbling metal table that withheld the dishes well, allowing you to take a seat opposite of jay.

The look in his eyes was penetrating, feeling your throat close in more as you coughed uncontrollably prompting him to hand you a glass of water, glued to his seat as he observed you heave up and down before the hectic coughing subsided and you felt the air reach your nostril and travel without a hitch to your lungs.

“sorry, i, uh, made us dinner,” you conveyed, forcing a wide smile while overlooking your fit of spontaneous fits of coughing, “i can see that,” he responded sternly, beginning to serve the food onto both plates, his eyes not letting up the cold act for a millisecond, like he almost meant it.

You picked at your food, staring at him eat wordlessly, the irritation in your throat causing you to gag and wince every now and then before you mustered to pierce through the tension filled atmosphere, “did i do something wrong?” The resounding clang of the utensil to the plate made you straighten your back, “no, i’m just upset over the fact you had to lie to get me here,” he paused, drifting off into a daze, “i haven’t come home in a while, i know,”

He shifted away from your constraint, locking eyes with his meal and eating the plate clean, “you’ve gotten better at cooking,” he commented, shutting his eyelids and leaning back on the cold metal of the chair, waiting for you finish your respective meal, making you swallow down the larger chunks in haste. You stood to your feet, the ordeal leaving a metallic taste in your mouth. The chair scraped back, you collected the dishes and placed them in the sink, the unsettling pit in your stomach only digging deeper with the irking sensation in the back of your throat growing ratched.

You went to bed with a heavy heart, his back facing yours as he wordlessly drifted to slumber, leaving you to your consuming thoughts. Maybe, just maybe, he really was exhausted. You shouldn't have been so disapproving of him for his mental absence.

Either way, your plan was an absolute failure.

The sun rose inevitably and jay arose to his right, feet planted on the rugged flooring, remaining sat on the bedding, heaving a loud sigh. He peered over his back to sneak a peek at your asleep state. The way your eyes were clamped shut and your brows furrowed with a strong pout spoke enough of your nightmare and jay exhaled into his palms away from you.

He'd hate to break your heart but he'd hate to lead you on even more. He couldn't bring himself to feel the same anymore, his emotionality drained and his sentiments aside, he felt guilt to have wronged you. He felt like a shitty person every morning to face your innocent stature suffocating him in wallow. So, every morning, he left before you awoke to stop the aching in his wilting heart.

The dip in the mattress rises as he does, stepping disheartedly to the bathroom to start his mundane routine. The shower head shoots water as his hair dampens, his sole salty tears mixing with the overhead resource, tears drowning in silence. You stir awake with your throat suffocatingly sore to the point where swallowing water was excruciatingly painful.

The small clock on the bed side table ticked with faint clicks, the hour handle clocked at 7 with the longer needle on 40 as the splinter-like needle spun periodically. You coughed, finding it hard to breathe, the itching sensation increasing as you felt something will up your throat, your hand bracing your mouth in a clasp. 

Mustering out the strange discomfort inducing object, you coughed out a petite, white petal, accompanied with a sized spot of blood painting its own canvas— your palm, per se. Observing the viscous liquid the upside length of your hand, you begin to feel nauseous, ripping the blanket off you and grasping your neck from pain.

You separated the petal from the splash or crimson, clutching it in your free hand as jay made his way over to you, draped in a bathrobe, ushering your tained palm inspect. He grimaced at the sight of blood staining your palm, his thumb instinctively finding your cheek rubbing it of what he attempted to seem affectionate. 

Tears pricking your orbs, you urged forward and wrapped your arms around him merely to be held away from his hold with a jerk, making you gape clueless. "it'll stain," he reminded, though he'd pushed you for other reasons he couldn't have the guts to come clean too.

Wiping your eyes dry, you stepped away from him and washed away the substance while jay suited up for work. You left the premise and returned to where jay buttoned his shirt hastily. You strode up to him and finally found yourself in his hesitant hold, peering up to him with glossy eyes. 

He sighed into your face, his arms tightening around you as you hiked to his eye level in your tiptoes to press a peck to his lips. You approached forward and pecked his lips, to confirm your growing doubt. You readjusted to kiss him, parting your mouth only for him to pull you back once again with another excuse. 

"you haven't brushed your teeth yet," he delivered with a soft tone, running his hand down your bed hair. It stung. Not just your throat, your heart, years ago into your relationship you'd made out plenty of times with a nasty breath and none of you seemed to mind. He really was making… excuses. 

The flowers, the blood—him avoiding you, your fleeting touch— most importantly, he began to ignore your feelings for him. 

Jay was falling out of love with you.

iii. grow thorns

Desperate. That's what you felt coursing through your veins as you curled into a ball on the carpeted floor in the empty residence, jay long gone on a business trip to wherever. Upon your gruesome piecing together, you felt despair and spent most of your time wallowing in streams of tears.

It was March and you laid sick in bed, occasionally leaving to fulfil your regular duties as a human while completely neglecting physical activity and socialising, not like you were good at either but this case was extreme. The same boy you felt deeply connected to, the boy who made you understand what love felt like, the boy who showed you true love—which your parents always failed to accommodate— was also the boy who'd crumble your fragile beating soul to rubble.

Your first petals you coughed were once pea size petals that gradually turned into full fledged, grown petals, heaving up your trachea, branches growing in your lungs making it all the much harder for you to breathe. In arounv a week's time, was your anniversary with jay. It'd be foolish to think he'd just take you back like that after the answer of unrequited love stood from your lungs. 

Perhaps if he broke your heart a second time, you would be convinced and mercilessly succumb to the inevitable.

You kept the petals you threw to a side, setting up a fresh canvas and painting a blank later for white onto it. Unsure of what to paint, you stood contemplating what you were even doing in the first place but the thought of gifting it to him seemed motivating and so you began.

Strokes of wet paint slapped onto the once pearly white canvas, skilledly sketching with your brush the outline of your objects, filling in the remnants of white into the backdrop of the portrait. It wasn't over till it was, eventually over. The faint lines of your boyfriend became clear and so had your mind. You knew what your next change of plan would be.

Jay returned around two weeks later and by then your health had declined and the loneliness merely increased. Hesitant to speak to you, you took the hint and mainted your distance as well, only interacting when needed as he used the spare bedroom to rest. Indeed,.t hurt to think that he found it hard to even sleep next to you but you weren't going to take it till he uttered the words himself.

Then came your anniversary. The two of you had been great friends for four years and then dated for four and you'd like to say that you both were still going strong, though your current situation said all but that. You requested jay to help in making dinner for the while none of you spoke a word of the day's occasion.

You were at work chopping the vegetables as jay readied the base, sprinkling some spices and checking the flavouring every now and then all without saying a word to you. Your eyes travelled from the steaming stew to where he placed the spoon between his lips, a furrow creasing on his face, tongue clicking.

"salt," he mumbled, eyes drifting from around where he situated, then shifting to around you. The salt was placed beside the chopping board, and that meant it was across you, an arm's distance. Without much thought, he stepped closer to you and reached for the salt, his arm brushing past your waist, causing him to tense, his orbs darting to yours.

You solemnly watched his eyes grow from hesitate to panic to worry. Worry, however, caught you off guard? His hand remained on the salt bottle, arm still at your waist. "you've gotten thin," he mustered, peering down  at you. Your lips parted and cursed yourself for the water gathering in your tear glands.

You shifted to face him and your fists collided with the material of his shirt, clutching it in your grasp while you looked to your feet to collect your thoughts. Jay watched with no thoughts, bewildered at your shaken state. Just in time, your throat began to cave in.

You showed him your back, heaving up and down, the petals trailing up your throat and hitting your palm. You smacked your chest uncomfortably to stop the tractions to not let him suspect anything was out of order.

"you okay?" he queried, feeling the thumps of his feet getting closer to you, panicking as you collected blood and petals into your hand, the fear of him peeking it at your new high. He reached to your position and you scurried off in a haste towards the washroom. Passing by your jar of petals, you dropped them into the pot in a hurry as jay caught up to you.

Drowning the crimson in the sink you ran water on your hands, cutting the water supply and placing your wetted hands on the cold counter, panting. The heavy footsteps echoed and then soon were planted behind you. You gazed at his fallen front in the mirror. Why? Why did he look disheartened? Did he feel something for you after all?

He panned you around, caging you to the marbled counter, sealing in his arms with your chest by his, solely daring to search for any love in his eyes. Yanking the sleeve of your sweatshirt laid a spot of crimson from the viscous liquid. You mentally winced and set your sights away from him.

His finger glided to your chin and brought you towards his front, his palm resting on your cheek, "you're not okay, are you darling," he conveyed as your heart grumbled at the endeared name, a stray tear threatening to stain your cheek. "i've been unwell,"

The silence dawned on the two of you as he buried his hand in your hair, tugging down on it to tilt your head up, and his finger parting your nimble lips, the salty taste lingering in his mouth as he pressed down, and gave you a kiss. Under any circumstance than this, you'd relish the feeling but you felt sick with your throat itching.

Nonetheless, you played into his act of affection, gripping him further as his neck dipped to reach further in your cavern. Taking in what'd be the last time you'd ever meet his lips with such fever you attempted to feel the texture of his moist lips diving in and out. the pop sound loud and clear as you pulled him off of you. He settled his hand by your ear, his thumb giving you a false sense of security as he rested his forehead against yours.

"shall we get married?"

The falter in his facials was apparent and you felt your heart fall to your stomach. "marriage? what are you talking about, we're only 21," he missed, trying to play it cool.

"you know I love you right?" you did love him, you weren't lying but he didn't and you wouldn't let go of him till he said those harsh words himself.

His lack of reply set you off and you changed your blank face to that of despair, " you don't love me?" 

"i…"

You shoved him away, crinkling your eyes in downward crescents as tears peaked from your eyes, playing at his heart strings. You felt the similar aggression of anger pile in him as he rushed his breathing, brows furrowing deep and the same mouth you kissed parted to utter icy words..

"do you know how it feels to date the one you've known and cared for since you were child?! not once have I ever hurt you nor done anything to hurt and i never will but I can’t sleep at night looking at your unaware face that i settled to for work. It’d break my heart to break your’s but i can’t let up with this without feeling guilty for leading you on when i cannot bring myself to feel those sentiments of love— i just don’t love you like before! "

Though you knew it was coming, the actuality hurt so much more. The lines of him declining your love for him played repeatedly. Jay left the room and the house, slamming the front door to possibly never return again. You sobbed even harder than before, falling to the floor urging the feeling to succumb to die as you coughed up amounts of blood  and petals onto the floor in shambles.

iv. wither

April came as fast as March left with Jay slamming the door, never to return under any circumstance. You strongly believed he began living at his office unless one friend allowed him to stay over for an extended period of time. You, however, hadn't had any luck with getting better, accepting you would die soon.

Mustering any strength you conjured to get out of bed, meeting the carpeted floor where you'd spend hours staring at the ceiling with teary eyes. You were going to go down like this, despite your dreams and aspirations, this was how'd you succumb to death.

The sole motivation to sit by your canvas, that slowly came to picture, was the haunted expression in his front you could imagine ever so vividly. You meagre around the house to get your jar of thrown up petals, stained scarlet, quite a nice piece of decor to the vicinity though it'd be too bad that you'd be gone to not see it as one.

Frailly reaching for one petal, then another, you stuck them in carefully, the internal shaking refusing to seize as your breath turned shallow, leaving you gasping for air, overexerting yourself in finishing the piece. 

On the once pearly white canvas sat a portrait of jay through the lens of your antique camera where you stood a trail of your petals and blood mixed onto the canvas, increasing as they led to your situation behind the camera just like your dying self behind the canvas.

Finishing the painting, you felt the hot breath hit your tired out hands and brittle paint dipped fingers— the same fingers Jay would kiss to you sleep, ticking you into bed if you ran a fever— were also the ones that gripped to the head rest, giving to the growing tiredness that overcame you, turning to lie flat on your back.

The keys jingled in the near distance, jay slipping in through the door, watching as nothing had really moved around in the house. He contemplated on notifying you of his abrupt appearance, opting to slowly creep up the stairs. Unknown to you, you had started coughing again, the strength in your arms to cover your mouth non-existent.

Resulting in the blood coating you and the mattress in a painful fit of red as you sobbed heartbroken to yourself wondering where it went wrong, did he require more space, had you been more mindful would he still be at your side.

Jay stilled on hearing your heart wrenching sobs, the previous hesitance gone as he ran up the stairs and to your situation on the bed stained bed. Having forgotten about your coughing fit of blood through the apparent stress from the separation. 

His sight fell to the canvas in front of him greeting as you cough seized, your eyelids lugging over your glassed over orbs, jay getting to knees as he saw you covered in blood, his hand finding your paint ridden hand. You gave a weak chuckle, "if we ever meet again, I hope it works out then," you say, the diamonds leaving the comfort of your eyes and onto your crimson imposed self. 

Jay heaved from panic, "why didn't you tell me?!" He hurried exclaimed, his hand running down your arm to keep your burning vessel even warmer. Unbeknownst to him he'd been crying and you watched with low eyes close to shutting, your palm lifting up to his tear stricken cheek, "just know," you paused, shutting your eyes completely feeling the life get sucked out of your body. 

"i loved you."

alternate ending. (1.6k)

[the-final-sif]

the situation w karl now is so funny considering your rb on dreamupdates 😭😭 anon was right we're both delusional

I've seen a random account on twitter claim random discord screenshots are Karl, and tbh I cannot believe people are taking a random account posting screenshots that don't even have dates on them nor attached context as legitimate and 100% true, unaltered and presented fully in context. I could've made those in about 15 minutes if I wasn't trying very hard. Like they intentionally removed the timestamps and claimed it was for "privacy" and to conceal the person's timezone. You can just. Change the date on your computer or w/e.

"There's no reason to fabricate these" Drama, clout, boredom, smearing someone, etc. There's no reason to believe these are real and not someone taking the piss.

Like, take one screenshot where he says "That's the worst video ever taken". Let's suppose that's a real screenshot for a moment, within the screenshot there's absolutely nothing that indicates what he's actually talking about. It's literally JUST that. The burner account CLAIMS that Karl said it was about one of Dream's singing tiktoks, but there's nothing even remotely presented that indicates that. Literally JUST "That's the worst video ever taken". He could literally be talking about any video.

Again, there's no verification that any of these are real, and some of them don't even make sense???

Like, okay, what would Karl not wanting to Paris have to do with anything? Like, maybe he didn't want to travel to Paris, maybe he was exhausted from flights, maybe he didn't want to deal with the jetlag. Maybe he said that sarcastically as a joke. The message before that was someone joking about him going to france being bad. There's again, no timestamps or context. He's within his rights to not want to go to Paris. It has nothing to do with anything else.

Also claiming that Karl was planning to intentionally distract people, because he "knew this would come out" by streaming with Sapnap or spamming tweets about other stuff? I- What? If he knew a mod was going to leak stuff, why would he not remove that mod? Why would he keep saying stuff in the chat with that mod in that? How would he even gets a heads up that the mod in question intended to leak stuff? Without knowing who it was?

I have no idea if these messages are real, again, this is something that takes literally seconds to fabricate, there's no confirmation any of this is actually coming from one of Karl's mods, there's absolutely no context included in any of the messages for if he might be being sarcastic or even talking about totally different topics. No context for dates/times other than "Today" which is honestly pretty sus because either it implies that Karl went and said this all in one day, like randomly he decided to shittalk people in his mod chat, talked about it, knew someone would leak his messages and just thought that was all well and fine. And that's assuming any of these are even real in the first place. Which is a pretty huge assumption.

Anyways, I'm begging people to stop taking discord screenshots from random fucking people as gospel. Some of you are legitimately falling for what is stupider than Infowars shit, "oh my secret sources in the government totally told me this is real". Next y'all are gonna come up and tell me that you found out that Karl or Dream or whoever is funded by Soros and you found the contacts posted on 4chan I stg.

Don't spread things you can't verify. Don't take fucking discord screenshots from a burner account at face value. Do we need to talk about fucking hypixel ss again?

[sieglinde-freud]

so the way endings in awakening work is a bit off if you have the gay mod because it reads single people normally, but married people have the man’s ending read, and then his wife just. attached. and so that alters which ending you see for both of them. unfortunately, that means if i have f/f pairs, which most of them were, i dont get to see any because none of them were read. and at least with the second gen, i did almost entirely f/f pairs, which dont show up, or m/m pairs, which had nothing written, so. everyone please give it up for gerome and cynthia, the only second gen ending i got to see!

😭😭 good for them!!! anyways unorganized final thoughts under cut so i dont have to make a whole other post for it

awakening lunatic sucks! but project thabes makes it suck a little less. in all honesty i had a lot of fun, awakenings a good game to revisit, and finding a way to make it challenging while being able to use my favorite units (awakening second gen) ever was awesome. normally having all 13 (or 14 in this case, with both morgans) would break the game, but lunatic kept the enemies strong, so it didnt matter what my units had. i actually got overwhelmed a lot 😭 HUGE difficulty jump between hard and lunatic all i’m saying. and then the games like “hey now u have lunatic+ if that interests you” NOOOOO THANKS.

anyways. here are my top three guys according to the medal thingies at the end

im so proud of them :3 of all the kids really but yeah these three were huge standouts. virion actually got a change in the mod where one of his subclasses was swapped for myrmidon, so yarne got to inherit astra which was actually insane? it procced ALL THE TIME so. that was crazy. chrom!inigo and fred!cynthia are always good thats not new but they were really clutch in the last few chapters. i had them both hopping around classes for most of the game bc thabes redoes skill progression so. IT TOOK CYNTHIA SO LONG TO LEARN LUNA. ITS FROM WYVERN LORD. GOD. she went through a LOT of classes yall dont even know. also honorable mention to marc and morgan, the best rallybots ever, and dancer lucina, who was outserving everyone she was in a scene with. my girl.

like ok serving cunt on the back of the god youre about to kill? get it girl!

anyways so for second gen pairs i did: lucina/f!morgan, owain/m!morgan, inigo/laurent, yarne/brady, severa/kjelle, nah/noire, and cynthia/gerome and you know what. i think i have a great taste. a lot of these were born from being unable to do other pairings but thats ok. i liked how it turned out. though i was gonna do nah/noire anyways because they were actually like. an insane duo. honestly im surprised noire didnt get a medal thing bc i feel like her nostanking with nah backing her up got me out of so much shit. maybe its because i didnt see her ending… oh. oh wait thats probably it. well. anyways.

i think awakening is not a properly balanced game, nor are the maps made for a difficulty like this. towards the end game especially, the maps are just. flat. most of them anyways, and they just become really repetitive and bland and boring. and despite this being the game with the tactician character of all the time, they dont really allow you flexible strategies, because if youre not pair up stat stacking, you will die! and that sucks. mid game is alright, but the last arc is really weak and kinda dampered my whole experience. im glad i did it, but i wouldnt actually reccomend it to anyone unless you like to play like that (which is totally fine! its just not my thing). definitely requires some solid planning as well. all in all, not the worst fire emblem ive played but… well. im not doing it again. ok anyways heres inigo mouthing off at grima

[starriknight]

Fine fine fine

I’ve been inspired to make a little letter to qsmpblr cuz y’all are the best :D

My first post was my pinned post almost a year ago(HOLY SHIT ALREADY) and honestly I don’t know why I decided to make a tumblr but I’m soooo glad I did. I’ve been watching qsmp since the start but I only ever watched vods until late 2023 after purgatory. Qsmpblr is such an amazing community and I don’t think I would be the silly hyperfixated guy I am today without y’all. NOT TO MENTION MY FUCKING LOVE AND APPRECIATION FOR BRASILL LOVE YALL🇧🇷🇧🇷🇧🇷🇧🇷🇧🇷

Special shoutout to some of my besti besti’s

@lilghostlettuce GHOSTT!! Literally my 1st qsmpblr besti and you’re so cool bro. I have so much joy just looking through your blog and seeing how much love you have for this community you’re culture and the whole world💕💕

@theroseyhues I LOVEEE seeing you’re super cool art and doing picrew chains with you is so fun and silly :33

@sarcastictissy TISSSYYYYY where do I even start omg. I literally don’t think I’ve met anyone kinder and more positive than you like whattt. And this discord!!! It’s been so much fun being a mod and talking to mutuals and people that I follow that I would otherwise be wayyy to nervous too :D

@charliecuntcicle ROXYYY you’re literally so cool I’m so glad that we have been talking more on the discord it’s been so fun and tbh you’re blog looked way too cool I was scared to talk to you kkkkkk😭

@ultra-raging-ghost ghosttt!! Yet another amazing person in this community called ghost kkkkk I never watched bads streams that much but I would never not know what happened thanks to your liveblogs(post limit must be your worst enemy😭😭)

@pixiecaps I know we don’t really interact but I just think your blog is literally so cool!! You’re a savior when it comes to funny clips I think I would’ve never seen without you obrigado!!

@royalarchivist LITERALLY SO AMAZING YOURE SENT FROM HEAVEN!!! Thanks for so many clips and cheers to many more

And to any mutuals not here yall are so cool and amazing and never change who you are

[matchalovertrait]

🔪⚾🙉😭 for Erick please 🥺

yay, thank you Ruth!! <3

🔪 KNIFE - how do they react to injury / misfortune befalling their loved ones (significant other, family, friends)? do they put themselves at blame?

Ohh Erick haaaaaaatteesss it. He doesn't take it well, but he still remains calm. He did put himself to blame when the family struggled with money. Also, I haven't explored this and I'm not sure if I ever will because I want to keep Erick's silliness and Dulce's dyslexia completely separate from each other, but the Divergent Sims Mod tells me to take Erick to the psychiatrist 😅 Maybe he suspects that Dulce inherited her learning disability from him (Erick was never good in school and hated it.)

⚾ BASEBALL - can they play sports? what is their best position if they play a team sport? what's their strong suit (speed, power etc.)?

No, he can't 💀 unless you count skateboarding as a sport, then yes lol. Erick was pretty good at it in his youth. He probably would've gotten in dirt biking too if he didn't live in the suburbs back in the U.S. He's pretty strong because of his construction job, but lately, he has been forming a bit of a dad bod.

🙉 HEAR-NO-EVIL - what is the worse thing your oc could hear from someone?

In-game, he has a fear of failure and a fear of being cheated on. So, the worst thing he could hear is, "Noemí found someone richer and she's taking the kids." That's never going to happen, though! Noemí has similar fears and she loves Erick deeply.

😭 CRYING - what makes them cry? do they cry easily?

Nahh, Noemí is the one who cries easily. Erick probably cries at sad movies, though.

[papermint-airplane]

About me - Simblr Edition

I was tagged by @weisskralle and @silwermoon-sims and probably someone else too but I can't find it in my mentions. When I say I'm the worst Simblr...

rules: you can use any sims game to answer these questions!

your three traits: Only three? What is this Sims 4 nonsense? 😭 Um, if I had to limit myself to three, I'd go with loner, cat person, and neurotic. Those are the three that inform my character the most, I'd say.

your aspiration: Professional Author.

in-game world you'd live in: That one is actually hard. Sunset Valley feels the most like home just because of the nostalgia but I think I'd also like to live in Sunlit Tides. Then again, I've been loving Hidden Springs a lot lately...ok hypothetically, if I were a Sim, I'd have NRAAS Traveler installed so I could live in all of the worlds at different stages in my life.

favorite townie(s): Probably Pearl Yang. She's a hot mess but she's our hot mess, you know?

most used pack(s): Ambitions, no question about it.

favorite decor object (no cc): No CC, but you didn't say no Store items, so I pick the Haute Hip Panther sculpture. I just love this lil guy to bits. I'm always trying to find ways to shoehorn him into every house I decorate and he never fits but I always keep trying because I'm going to find a way to get him in there one of these days MARK MY WORDS!

something you want in the game: Oh look, a dead horse! Don't mind if I do! *beats it* If you've been following me for a while or seen any of my hundreds of rants on r/sims3, you'll know the only thing I have ever wanted so desperately I won't shut up about it is an amicable divorce mod. At this point, I can't even explain why I want it so much, I just do.

what color is your plumbob right now: Yellow. My back hurts and it's seriously -20 mood. 😔

Let's see...I'm tardy to the party as usual so Idk if everyone in creation has done it already but...@brannewjoint, @cupidia, @ticklemerainbows, @happy-lemon (I'm sure you've done this already, I just gotta tag you in everything anyway bc Ilu 😊), @thistleandwoods, and @yourinishi. And everyone else who wants to do it.

[trollocs-ooc]

I think i jsut found the worst Homestuck blog ever. But not like in the actual "i hate this blog its gross irl" way but rather in the what in actual shit is going on here worst kind of way. Its like completely gen alpha speak mixed with ironic sexual content but the mod says theyre like 14 years old. What is happening here 😭 is this whats funny now vuz like. It kind of is

[no-m4gic]

Wow yandere sure are cool

can I request the yandere alphabet for Mukuro Ikusaba?

quick a/n ;; i'm probably not going to be active for the next 3 or 4 days... so requests will be closed... at least until i clear my inbox (which will take awhile)

i had shit loads of fun writing for izuru (even though yandere izuru is so fuckin' tough to write for)

hopefully i have as much fun with mukuro as i did with izuru

also i disagree yandere are scary as especially men yandere

this is a GN S/O btw!

rushed this, remade it, rushed it again. imagination juices running out. for some reason i have motivation to write when i'm about to go to sleep... ah fuck.

thanks for requesting!

prompt ;; yandere alphabet

prompt list ;; here x3

warnings ;; mentions of stockholm syndrome, murder, cutting off s/o's uuh hand

creds ;; i got help from mod willow for C,T, W and Z! we have a shared blog you can find here. thanks willlow <33

~ mod sitaya

Mukuro Yandere Alphabet

i don't have a header for mukuro yet... 😭

A - Affection - How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

mukuro could and will definitely get pretty intense with her physical affection. she just wants to show you she loves you for real... so why do you keep pushing her and her efforts away?

B - Blood - How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

very veeryyy messy. mukuro would do anything to keep you safe and hers. anybody unfortunate to be considered a rival would be eliminated the first day the talk to you. "s/o, they were useless, don't cry over spilled milk,".

★ C - Cruelty - How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

when you first wake up tied to the bed, mukuro wouldn't walk in and personally explain it to your face. instead, you'll find a piece of paper with everything scribbled onto it. and the first few weeks ikusaba would try to make everything more... comfortable, and enjoyable for you. however, once it's been awhile with her, she'll start to be more strict. she'll only mock you if you make an attempt to escape, but other than that she won't say anything negative about you.

D - Darling - Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?

no, unless once you've developed stockholm and consent to anything else, mukuro's keeping her hands to herself.

E- Earnest, Are they intense?

when you first get abducted, no. she would listen to your every command, leaving you alone whenever you requested and answer almost all your questions. but if you ever attempted to escape, she would get more strict and intense. never keeping her eyes off you for even a second (even when you're sleeping), almost always having some sort of physical contact and so on.

F- Fight - How would they feel if their darling fought back?

most of the time she finds it cute. "aww, is s/o trying to tire themselves out?". this would also be a time when she would mock you, intentionally or unintentionally.

G- Game - Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

yes and no. she loves seeing you think she wasn't watching and explore the house, attempting to pick locks or open windows. her real goal is really to just have a life with you. in her eyes kidnapping you was taking you with her to start a brand new, fresh life, bringing nothing from her past but you.

H- Hell - What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

during a punishment. specifically one after you tried to escape. "i'm sorry s/o you made me do this, i can't have you running away and leaving me," mukuro would calmly say before the cleaver she clenched in her hand came rushing down. you squeezed your eyes shut, tears still streaming down her face as you felt warm blood splatter everywhere. and worse of all, it was yours.

I- Ideals - What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

like in letter G, all mukuro wants to do is start a fresh new life with you with nothing in her or your way. she doesn't understand why you still resist and want to leave. sometimes she'd even consider reaching out to junko for advice.

J- Jet - How fast would it happen for them to go yandere?

pretty darn quickly. you were the only person who hadn't treated her indifferently or like a servant. how could she not fall for you? you were so innocent, and all you wanted to do was befriend her and give her hope and light.

K- Kisses - How do they act around or with their darling?

something like how she acts around junko. whenever you tried to hit her or fought back, she'd just say "oh s/o is trying to kill me with their bare hands... how much i would enjoy that despair..." or mock you. she'll also listen to everything you say, but not believe every lie you make. if you were hungry, she'd get you your favorite food(s), if you were tired, she'd bring in a white noise machine, lower the temperature of the room and tuck you into bed before leaving you be.

L-Lonely - How much loneliness would they feel if you two were apart?

she wouldn't be apart from you. if you two were required to be apart, she'd refuse, and probably lie about being your guardian or something, just so she could stand by your side and hold your hand. what if somebody hit on you? she couldn't do anything to protect you if you two were apart!

M- Might - How aggressive would they be towards you?

not aggressive at all in general. in fact she'd be pretty submissive. however she wouldn't always do your exact request, just to show you can't take advantage of her.

N- Naughty - How would they punish their darling?

the severity of the punishment depends on what you did. the worse being attempting to escape, of course. if it was something minor like you ignoring her, she'll lock you up in a dark room for an hour or less before letting you out. the worse for when you attempted to escape, you can find at the letter H.

O- Oppression - How many rights would they take away from their darling?

only the necessary ones... such as you never having privacy and never being able to leave the house unless she trusts you to the max. you'll start off with barely any rights, so you'll have to earn them as time passes.

R- Rain - Would they keep you trapped inside forever?

not forever, just most of the time, especially your first months alone with her. once you start behaving, whether you've developed stockholm or you're just pretending, there would be those rare days where she'd drive you around the city and even get you something from a store, with you still in the car obviously.

S- Stalker - Would they stalk you? How intense would it go?

before she abducted you, pretty intense. she needs to make sure her dear s/o is safe and not in need of rescuing!

★ T- Tears - How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

she feels like absolute shit, especially with the knowledge that the reason you're doing it was because of her. during one of these periods, she'd go easy easy on you. heck she'll even let you roam around the house freely for that day and leave you alone, give you privacy and all that good stuff.

U- Unique - Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

she'd sometimes give you false hope, saying someday she'll allow you to wander freely outside for a specific amount of time, with many rules, of course.

V- Vice - What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

you could pretend to develop stockholm syndrome, day by day. she'd be very gullible around her darling, believing mostly everything they say. once you've proven yourself, mukuro will allow you some outside time. the first time, you'll still be under a strict eye. however, as time passes, eventually, you'll be alone outside, and hopefully during your treacherous, you've formed a plan, since mukuro's not letting go ever.

★ W-Wild Card - a random yandere headcanon.

usually after a punishment, mukuro would kiss your wounds after that before rubbing cleaning alcohol onto it and bandaging it. not only that, whenever you screamed at her to leave you alone, she'll actually leave you alone for an hour or less. still watching you from a distance, of course.

★ Z - Zenith - Would they ever break their darling?

never. if you ever do lose your sanity, it would most likely be during a punishment or one of those periods where she neglects you. and once you do, she'll do anything and everything to get you back to normal. she would even drive you around in her car, with the doors and windows locked, of course. sometimes though, she'll give you false hope by saying "oh s/o, you've been so good lately, perhaps i'll let you see your family again someday," it makes her feel euphoric whenever she saw your face light up and whenever you'd ask her when "someday" was.

hi! i'm back, this request was almost done, so i quickly wrapped it up in a library during my break. hope it isn't too obviously rushed and bad!

[felikatze]

Completely agree with your post but can I focus on the female robin support part? I feel like most of the female robin exclusive supports are always exceptionally worst than the male robin exclusive stuff because in the latter, they usually show something insightful or pretty deep while in the former...it's always jokes. Bad jokes.

Infamously people usually say this to talk about the chrom/robin support and while the difference is...bad ik, I don't think the difference in quality is as bad as the supports with lucina if you aren't her mom, tiki, aversa (even though that one is pretty garbage with the S support). I don't remember the other exclusive supports outside of those four so maybe Flavia and Basilio irrc that changes on your gender are exceptions 😭

ngl i havent read most of those supports, but from what i've seen, yeah. Hard agree on the chrobin supports, having started a second run using male robin (and the gay mod, but that's neither here nor there.)

Male Robin in general is allowed to have supports exploring the other character's deeper insecurities, here Chrom being unsure of himself without Robin's support and Robin worrying over his safety, but female Robin's supports tend to focus on how Robin is a woman.

Like, instead of talking about the deeper aspects of Chrom's character, the entire support chain is the two of them accidentally walking in on each other in the shower. It's always Robin's femininity before anything else about Robin as a character.

It SERIOUSLY gives the vibe that male Robin is the "default" who all the original supports were written for, and the writers couldn't come up with anything to meaningfully differentiate m! and f! robin's characterization outside of their gender.

That's why the current approach in three houses and engage is so much better. There's no change in supports between genders. Because why would there be? The main story doesn't change whatsoever. It can't, because that would mean writing two main stories, and that's too much effort. Would Robin's gender ever meaningfully impact the plot? Well, no. Neither would Corrin's, or Byleth's, or Shez's, or Alear's.

It's the typical treatment of the male as default, and the woman as "woman." It's a criticism I have of Morgan's design in Heroes. Male morgan gets to keep his canonical outfit that both genders of morgan have in awakening, but female morgan gets a redesign in a short skirt to differentiate the two. It can't be both of them keeping the usual design, that'd be boring, so we have the default, and the girl one.

[quincyhorst]

Inazuma Eleven Champions League

For those who don't have/don't use Xitter much, there is quite a promiment modding community in regards to Inazuma, with the Great Road mod being the most well known (And with a reason, since they've managed to combine GO + AreOri + extras in the IE3 ROM). As a way to promote itself, the main account has been hosting a simulated Champions League tournament, with both original and mod-exclusive characters filling the well known european teams.

I cannot describe enough how incredibly well this project has been handled so far, and I really want to give a shotuout to both the organizers as well as the whole modding team for their efforts. I'll leave their YT channel + Xitter account below!

https://twitter.com/IEGreatRoadMod

At the time I'm queueing this, the last Round 2 match has ended and we'll be into the final now, meaning we'll have some proper eliminations soon enough. That being said, before that happens I'd love to dedicate at least one post to this project.

Obviously with the focus being european teams there's found to be some Euro B characters here and there, sometimes having relevance for the better or the worst. I'll use this post to share my favorite moments of these first rounds so far - alongisde linking the original videos/matches.

Real Madrid vs Manchester City

In this ROM, Querardo gets the fanmade move Lion Gate... Which is from Li Hao's team..... Hahaha................... 🥲

(I have conflicting feelings about seeing him on Real Madrid, but that's beside the point...)

He also got Matador Feinto'd LMFAO

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Inter Milan vs Paris Saint German

Jonas has quite the participation on Inter Milan, he even gets to collaborate in some shots :')

Not EuroB perse, but... Angeloooooo 🥺👼 (Also, battle of the tiny :3)

Barcelona vs Liverpool (+ Atletico Madrid vs Manchester United)

Matching pictures for you and your bestie who only serve as to be ridiculed by rival hissatsus :(

(I don't really get why Rafael got added on Barcelona, I just cannot see him there at all. Oh well... There are worse choices here, like Clario being at Real Madrid)

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Ajax vs Manchester United

Julien doing Aikido with a demon (Typical)

I've never seen this keeper losing animation before, AND I ADORE IT ASKDÑKAFSDÑF. IT GOES SO WELL WITH FER!!! ♥️♥️♥️♥️

Though if you are a Fermín fan like me, I don't recommend watching the match at all; the whole thing felt like this:

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Paris Saint German vs Chelsea

Hezekiel :3

Blud thinks he's Fermín Sánchez 😭🐂

Unironically this goes hard

(Both Thorsten and Hezekiel did so much this match, it's painful to see....)

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Porto vs Barcelona

Inspired by recent events, Kidou decided to teach Rafa how to fly like a superhero (?)

Here's Mikel on Porto ò_ó I love seeing him there!!! It does give me validation to my "Mikel is part portuguese" headcanon LMFAO

He also got to shoot, and even if he failed (And was partially mocked by the live chat) I'm still proud of him 💔

Seeing Mikel and Rafael oppose each other is painful, too..........

If Real Madrid and Porto ever get a VS then idk what will be of me. I will be watching a real life divorce unfold or smth

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Manchester City vs Borussia Dortmund

YEET

...Yeah, no way Ern lived after this. (Also wtf Jan betraying your former teammate)

No context for this but it also goes HARD. It's the power of the kartoffelsalat for me 🫡

I'm sure there's more moments with EB out there, but... I don't remember. Watch the matches by yourself, and tell me what you find, okay? ~

[cabernet-and-calculations]

💓 When did they have their first crush?

❤ Have they ever been in love?

💕 How easily do they fall in love?

💖 How do they say ‘I love you’ without really saying it?

😕 Have they ever said ‘I love you’ without meaning it?

👀 Would they ever enter/have they ever entered into a friends with benefits relationship?

💋 How old were they when they had their first kiss?

🚗 When did they go on their first date?

🌹 What is their idea of a perfect date?

🔑 At what point would they move in with a partner?

💟 What is their stance on PDA?

🍵 Do they prefer to ask out a partner or be asked?

👥 What is my muse’s sexual & romantic orientation?

⁉ Have they ever questioned their sexuality?

💡 What made them realize their sexuality?

💌 When was their first serious relationship?

💘 What was their most serious relationship?

💝 What was their most recent serious relationship?

💗 What advice would they give a potential partner about making their relationship last if they could with no judgment?

💫 Have they ever been hit/struck by a partner?

❌ What is the biggest mistake they make in their relationships?

💥 What was their worst relationship?

😓 Have they ever cheated on a partner?

😢 Have they ever been cheated on by a partner?

💞 Would they ever enter/have they ever entered into a polyamorous relationship?

😭 When was their first breakup?

💔 What was their worst breakup?

👍 What was their most amicable breakup?

🌙 Have they ever had a one night stand?

🍷 How far would they go on a first date?

💍 Would they ever get married?

💎 Would they rather propose or be proposed to?

💒 What kind of wedding would they want to have?

👶 Do they want children?

🍼 Could a partner ever change their mind on children?

This one is on purpose. Talk, asshat, talk

((only if mod wants ofc))

Fucking hell. I will see which ones I have answers for.

💓 When did they have their first crush?

Once again, likely sometime in my early life. I do not remember the first instance.

❤ Have they ever been in love?

Not that I am aware of.

💕 How easily do they fall in love?

Not easily.

💖 How do they say ‘I love you’ without really saying it?

Once again, I would not know. Judging by how I handle platonic enjoyment of others, I would assume that it is through speaking a bit more freely with that individual.

😕 Have they ever said ‘I love you’ without meaning it?

I do not have a reason to do that.

👀 Would they ever enter/have they ever entered into a friends with benefits relationship?

I have considered it with nobody that you would be familiar with.

💋 How old were they when they had their first kiss? / 🚗 When did they go on their first date?

I do not know.

🌹 What is their idea of a perfect date?

A seaside evening would be quite nice. I am rather partial to beaches.

🔑 At what point would they move in with a partner?

I would not move in with my partner as I am quite fond of where I live currently.

👥 What is my muse’s sexual & romantic orientation?

Hell if I know. I know that I am partial to men sexually and I am indifferent romantically.

⁉ Have they ever questioned their sexuality? / 💡 What made them realize their sexuality?

I would assume so and that that is how I came to my current conclusion, though I do not recall it clearly.

💌 When was their first serious relationship?

Once again, I would not know. I assume I have not had anything too serious though considering how little feelings I have on the subject.

💗 What advice would they give a potential partner about making their relationship last if they could with no judgment?

Be reasonable. Do not be obnoxious, vulgar, or absurd.

💞 Would they ever enter/have they ever entered into a polyamorous relationship?

I do not really have any strong thoughts on the topic. I have not done that as far as I am aware.

🌙 Have they ever had a one night stand?

Not as far as I am aware of though I would consider it, assuming I could easily ignore the other party afterwards.

🍷 How far would they go on a first date?

It depends though the answer is likely not very far.

💍 Would they ever get married?

It is not something that I am interested in.

👶 Do they want children?

No.

[adrianicsea]

Choose violence 5 and 6

5. worst discord server and why— i don’t think i can answer this bc literally the only big fandom server i’ve actively used and spent time in Ever has been the sawtuals server (which i also mod). and that place has been blessedly peaceful and mostly free of incidents or other foolishness for pretty much its entire existence thus far! i have a great time there :) generally speaking, i actually don’t much go for discord servers (too shy) (they move too fast) (i am quickly overwhelmed by high notification counts) (i’m old)

6. which ship fans are most annoying— tbh the saw fandom is so small that i don’t think any ship has a big enough footprint to be annoying. maybe chainshipping fans just bc We Have Not Been Normal About Those Men In Nineteen Years honestly LMAO. looking beyond the saw fandom though my IMMEDIATE first thought was sonadow (sonic/shadow) shippers in the sonic fandom 😭 i didn’t even mind the ship at first but now it’s like literally people can’t see sonic and shadow have a conversation or stand next to each other without losing their damn minds and i think that’s just. a really reductive/oversimplified way to view the very complex history and relationship that sonic and shadow actually have with each other.