extremely unhinged important carrot post: got a mod that lets me put The Guys in any equipment I want regardless of vocation. could barely decide what to put genzou in because every single outfit was more adorable than the last... but decided to go with this for a while, and promptly spent most of the play session distracted and flustered by how ridiculously cute he looks... ESPECIALLY BECAUSE FOR THE FIRST TIME I CAN SEE THE CUTE PAWN SCAR ON HIS HAND AHHHHHHHDHFJDJD (it's extremely precious to me...)
update ppl may actually care about (?): also finally buckled and got the save manager mod. I just want to "practice" with it a bit first, ensuring everything works properly and I know how to use it. then eventually want to use it to start new games and make Orlam and Gidget pawns I can hire in my main game to have a full ow party 😌 fingers crossed
as much as I genuinely love the English version of Mamoritai White Wishes for sounding like the end credits to a Disney Channel original movie, I have to give it a little flack for using some variation of the word "protect" a staggering 0 (zero) times, even in the full version 😅
free little bird is such a beautiful and sweet and tragic trad folk tune its so underrated. i’m as free a little bird can be. i’m gonna build my house in that weeping willow tree where the bad boys can’t bother me. i won’t build my nest in the air but i will build my nest in my sweet darling’s breast, fly all around in her hair! i would never steal the honey from the bee but i would steal a kiss from my sweet darling’s lips and sail away across the sea ^_^
a little trans bayojeanne scene below the cut, from a WIP I am working on
Jeanne watches Bayonetta bring a hand to her jaw, two fingers pressed gently just to the left of her chin, eyes focused on the children in the street below. It’s an old, nervous habit, back from the early days of their teenage years where the stubble would irritate her skin and Jeanne could reliably find her best friend in front of a mirror scowling at her reflection, shaving razor in hand.
She had spent late hours alone pouring over tomes in order to find a solution back then, determined to bring an end to the frustration. In the end, it had been her first successful spell modification (the conspicuous missing patches of hair on her legs that would never grow back the remaining proof of her early tests). She had presented it as a birthday gift for Cereza that year. It is with an undeniable fondness that she recalls the look of gratitude and love in her eyes, how Cereza had clung to her for long moments, assuring her that it was the best gift she had ever received.
She remembers before then with a deep fondness too - the bold kisses she had pressed to the edges of her cheek and jaw, stubble coarse and pleasant against her lips, assuring Cereza of her beauty. Even clearer in her mind are the blushes they would both sport for long minutes after, hands tentatively brushing, too afraid to do anything more, to acknowledge what was blossoming between them. It feels silly, that for how far they’ve come Jeanne still feels like her younger self, blushing hopelessly over the woman she loves, still unable to do more than stare in awe.
just played a kids on brooms valentine's oneshot and,, holy fucking crap i am still weeping
what it all comes down to: local aroace himbo jock becomes the quiet protector of love at his local valentine's festival even though he did not want to at the first place, because he felt really uncomfortable by the pretence of being known as a 'heart thief' while desperately trying to ignore the girls who were falling head over heels for him and he did not know how to deal with, the protector of something that he does not experience in the ways that his peers experience it, and fucking OFFERS up his own heart if it means that this weird fucking void creature stops trying to literally steal people's hearts and leaving their chests like empty cavities, and when that doesn't work, fucking plunges his OWN fist inside of the entities' chest to get them back, crowning himself the heart thief of the festival
When no one gets me, I know @princekirijo gets me 💪
that's exactly what happened lmao Akira had two conditions for agreeing to the mission: he gets a suit like Mitsuru's (minus sleeves of course), and he gets to bring a Metaverse-compatible camera with them
Chikage’s 3rd flair (the usual fanservice minichat one) has him talk about how the Spring troupe is trying to get information out of him, and yet that way he learns more about them and he enjoys getting to know more abut them, and then he turns to Izumi like “do you want to hear more about me? okay. lean me your ear” and then he gets EXTREMELY CLOSE TO THE CAMERA TO REALLY TRANSLATE THAT HE IS WHISPERING DIRECTLY TO HER EAR
and it’s to say how he prefers to eat his curry. he’s CLOWNING ME.
and then he ends up being all teasy because :) yeah it’s still learning about me! and it’s implied Izumi gets pouty because he replies something that a friend of mine translated "Well, there's no need to know in hurry. We'll be getting along for a long time, right?” but google translate translated the “getting along” part as “we’ll be in a long relationship after all”
You write journals to pen down your thoughts and work through emotions,
I write journals so that i can imagine the people who will read this after my (hopefully dramatic and tragic) death weeping as they finally see me for who i truly i am and the genius that i possessed but was never able to show in my life.
i saw your old fic, the hush of the very good, pop up on my feed and given that i have a lot of things to do, i read the whole thing in one sitting to procrastinate, and now i feel like i need to scream in your general direction or else i'll go insane. the way you weaved grief and longing, solitude and family, what it means to let go and allow yourself to move on, it struck a cord in me. the way you described all the sex scenes so amazingly i caught myself blushing multiple times because holy shit dude. the way the ending made me sob and so so happy for the reader and john, finally getting something positive after that chapter of angst. and, most of all... the fact that you also thought of 'what kind of man' as a song for pruitt (literally have it on my 'catholic trauma hours' playlist ajhsjhfsa) !!!!! i am in love with your writing, thank you for this religious experience!! i feel i am a changed woman. i hope you have an amazing day/ night wherever you are, and if i ever come across your MM writing again, i'll be sure to check it out (but maybe when i have less responsibilities to take care of lmao) <3
so like this has been sitting in my inbox for all day and every time i read it i hold my phone to my chest with the BIGGEST grin on. THANK YOU SO MUCH for this - that fic is definitely one of my favorites of all time and so much of me went into it. Midnight Mass sort of scooped my brain out and whatever existed in its place, well, it all went into that fic. You have made my day, especially with it being so old, so thank you from the bottom of my heart for sharing your feelings with me.
I would LOVE to see your 'catholic trauma hours' playlist if only to compare notes 😂
I absolutely am having a fantastic day thanks to you and I hope that you manage to get all your responsibilities done - even though mm fic is so much more fun! 😉