#(interaction is soup)

[lastoneout]

the whole guilt-tripping language in posts about important topics paired with how I'm still getting bitches in my notes talking about why it's actually good to tell "bad" people to kill themselves continues to prove to me that a lot of people have absolutely no concept of social justice or activism outside of assuming the worst of and then viciously attacking strangers on the internet

[lapinlunaire-games]

Leonora is a UI template for use with the Sugarcube story format in Twine.

Inspired by an imaginary cathedral by the sea and the distorted, sacred devotions of a woman who was once a girl there.

Did this template need three stories for its demo? No, but here they are anyway: there's flash fiction, a petite novelette, and a branching interactive adventure to show off everything Leonora can do. All lovingly written, coded, and styled by hand.

Features:

Mannerism-inspired design

3 built-in themes (dark, light, sepia)

Customisable title screen

Matching settings & save menus

Optional built-in Character Profile

Annotated passage guide, CSS stylesheet, and Story Javascript for easy customisation

Customisation guide included with template

Responsive design for desktop, tablets, and mobile devices

Includes both portrait and landscape styling for small screens

Download + play the demo on itch:

[sourle]

Hi, this is my first time requesting but, can i please ask for a the reader finally getting payback as the killer because the spectre helped them with a deal and brutually kills some others (please they deserve a villian arc for all of the mistreatment, i keep crying bruh)

Reverse

Oops! I did it again

WARNINGS: Gore, blood, etc.

Note: finally i got a straight idea what to do with the request

The soft thumping of your heart is all you can listen to now. The slow beating against your rip in a rhythm it sung on its own.

The glowing color of your heart shuns your surroundings. Tinting the area with the bright color, a light within the darkness.

It makes it easier for you to be spotted.

You stare up at the starless sky, at the mist. It speaks, its voice unclear but it reeks of darkness.

It whispered, granting you a power. Granting you something similar to what you've got when you weren't forsaken.

The power you promise to never use ever again.

But it seems the promise won't mean anything as you opened the panel, staring at the starting button. And clicking it.

The humming of the night wind of the map filled the silence as you ran around, trying to find someone. Anyone. Your steps are loud like a giant stomp. You flinched once in a while involuntarily from the glitch seeping from the cracks of your flesh.

For three minutes you found no one. Not a single life in sight. You groaned in frustration, opening the panel once more to reveal the others location.

Then you saw it, a glowing silhouette crouching next to a generator. You approached, ever so careful to not alert anyone near your presence. Then you saw him. Builderman.

Thinking on the name itself makes your stomach churn in hatred, you hate the feelings. And you hate seeing him more. You walk around the corner of the white wall, striking at him with your weapon.

He gasped, not expecting your presence at all. He wasted no time idling in place and started running. You let out a small laugh, taking fun in the chase he's giving.

SKRR— TUMB

You snarl, covering your eyes as the turrets shoot at you. Slowing you down rendering for you to lose Builderman. Using your weapon you destroyed the turret in one hit from frustration.

You glance at the last path Builderman runs to and follow. Turning your head in each direction to try and spot him, and spot him you did. He's kneeling behind a wall, breathless and exhausted.

You sneak, approaching in slow calculated steps. Avoiding to make any sounds.

CRUNCH—

Builderman spits out the blood running up his throat, he glances down at his throbbing chest and sees a hand penetrating through. His heart in the grasp.

You pulled your hand back with a satisfying squelch of the torn flesh, watching as Builderman's body dropped down on the ground. Bleeding out blood.

You got up and threw the beating heart that's slowly losing its rhythm. You approached his body and took in a satisfying relish before letting out a sob.

What are you doing?

You sniffles, biting your bottom lips. No time to cry, it needs more victims. You need to make it proud. Everyone proud.

You trudge through the random walls, placed in the middle of the map. You stumbled upon one of Taph's traps and hesitantly broke it. Before continuing your search.

One by one you found them.

You watch as Elliot choked on his own blood after you slit his throat from behind before ripping out his heart.

You observed Chance's shaky smile as you plummeted your hands straight into his chest and crushed his heart.

You softly smile as Taph flails around under you, watching you raise your sword above your head and stab it through his heart.

You cornered Noob, seeing them shivers from fear. They feared you. And you can't help but smile. Haven't they always feared you? No matter.

The round ended. You rolled your shoulders, taking all the events from the match in.

Are you really satisfied by it all?

Do you want this?

You want to change, yet why did you do it?

You snapped away from your thoughts as someone nudged you. It's c00lkid. "Can we play chase now?"

You blinked before nodding with a soft smile. You need this small normal break.

[batbabydamian]

Batman and Robin (2023) #18 rambling about theories, Dick & Damian “Harvey Night” crumb, and Damian (not) quitting

and ofc Damian’s new lovely monkey buddy!! look at her reacting along with Damian’s shock…🥺

v happy Damian has a new buddy that will ideally!! lead to the intro of Damian’s other furry and scaly friends!! :’) also a glimpse of veterinarian Damian if you squint lol

the mystery’s still running, and it’s to the point i should let it unfold rather than be suspicious of everything LOL it doesn’t help that Bruce is hopped up on poppy (which actually seems to work?? seeing those “vestiges”) and Bashar is turning out to be too obvious a culprit with all this attention being pinned on him (but according to solicits, Damian conveniently being kidnapped after he’s announced joining Bashar’s youth program…)

we still don’t know what’s up with the guy shouting at Bruce from #14 was about, which brings me to how Di Giandomenico’s flashback sections left us with more questions - is that where the Nicodemus Crowe cult or loyal Mementists play into the present?? and who framed Professor Blye??

SLAPPING THE CONSPIRACY BOARD ONE LAST TIME, running with @gotham-snark’s suspicion of Lautrec:

this could be a case of “staying close to the scene of the crime” thing having Lautrec around for both the first Memento case in London (also her first case in general) and now for the reappearance of Memento in Gotham.

more heavy squinting here connecting how Lautrec could frame Blye - knowing the location of his flat, having regularly visited.

but someone was fleeing the lab, so could there be multiple Mementos?? it’s a cult after all, and there seems to be plenty of death masks lying around lol

otherwise, outside of the comic, her first appearance issue was hyped up by both writer and artist. it could be a sign she’s the potential new big bad or she’ll become a longer running character sticking around Gotham to fulfill a similar role to the retired Jim Gordon 🤔 she's sharp and already getting familiar with Batman and Robin to the point of almost deducing identities - especially with the way she read "Jack" in #16. even her concerns for Robin are similar to Jim's in Robin: Year One

which brings us to the "Harvey Night"!

this being referenced as “a thing between the rest of us” is actually pretty fun to note. since it held a weight of failure and guilt, it’s a story that Dick was originally hesitant to tell Tim; but this implies he’s presumably now told all the Robins and Batgirls so, progress for Dick there??

Dick's "Harvey Night" was introduced in Robin (1993) #0 with Tim asking about how Dick became Robin and how his perception of Robin changed - basically, Bruce, Dick, and a district attorney(Robin1993)/judge(R:YO) Harvey had beef with are captured. Bruce and the attorney/judge are to be hung at the gallows with Dick betting on Dent's coin toss that ultimately ends with the attorney/judge drowning.

the story Dick tells Tim in Robin (1993) #0 is expanded upon with slight changes in Robin: Year One, but the incident ends with Dick being brutally beaten before Bruce can escape his bonds to save him.

i’ll mainly be drawing parallels from Robin: Year One between Dick and Damian's Harvey Nights because i'm starving for funsies!

Dick was already a trained acrobat, but add Batman training and he was taking down Gotham heavyweights breezily. Damian has always been assured in his skills, trained since birth to be prepared for anything. both make a mistake on the field that shakes their confidence.

Dick believed Robin is what allowed him to stay by Bruce’s side, and if he wasn’t good enough he had no reason to be there. for Damian, this event makes him question not just himself, but his own purpose as Robin.

with the Harvey Night being directly referenced, this last parallel deals more with how Bruce briefly lost Dick back then, to losing Damian now.

so Damian quitting…

while Damian’s efforts in volunteering at the hospital are lovely, he isn’t quitting Robin for it. quitting would be an act against half the statements he overheard from Bruce, which would be a silly reason to quit over…

he originally went to the hospital worried and guilty about Emma and was just offered a position to volunteer. the opportunity was a way for Damian to make up for his failing, maybe even an escape from any further faults. it’s also progress in pursuing ways to help others outside the suit!! either way, while he's taking bigger steps to be more involved at the hospital, Damian as Robin isn’t going anywhere in the comic-selling scope 😭

i said “Dick and Damian crumb” at the time of writing this up, but in a recent update from Miguel Mendonca, this arc’s interior artist alongside Javi Fernandez…

WE JUST MIGHT GET MORE THAN CRUMBS?? MAYHAPS, A MORSEL?? DICK IN A BATMAN AND ROBIN ISSUE SOON!!

ALSO IN RECENT NEWS FROM JUNI BA'S NEWSLETTER!! HE'LL BE DOING A SECTION OF INTERIOR ART!! explains the sneak peeks he's posted as of late! also kinda confirms that PKJ got around to reading The Boy Wonder after saying he would in an older interview haha

[correct-hermitcraft-quotes]

Gem: Hold on, I was just with the sniffers, and I got that, and that. *throws a sniffer egg and pitcher pod towards Etho*

Etho: Oh snappers! Noice, thank you very much.

*a pause, as Etho sorts his inventory*

Etho: Um… *faint laughter from Gem* I have a gift for you as well, Gem.

*Etho throws three poisonous potatoes towards Gem*

Gem, breathy and pained: Okay.

Etho, laughing: It's all I got. Sorry.

Gem: Our friendship is really tough to maintain, Etho. It's- it's hard, out here.

[the-crittercorner]

I just realized I've never fully shared how I keep track of my plushies and there lore and well its a lot. my plushies are kinda like OC's for me but there stories and personalities kinda write themselves lol I do like to keep physical and digital copies of all the goings on in the little world that they live in. I wanna show you a glimpse of it today maybe it will give you ideas for you're own plush or toys ^.^

I have three notebooks the one on the left is where I put all my plushies information(resident book) down so kinda like a more indepth birth certificate. the one on the right is drafts for ideas, stories, character development that's happened. The one in the middle is new but that's where non drafts go and where the plushies apart of the main cast will have more in depth intros. I do have a town map for them in the spiral bound notebook and in the middle one but that's a story for another day ^.^

I also keep a spreadsheet in case something happens to either notebooks, this Is all the information on each plush so date of birth, last name, occupation, hobbies ect etc

Last but certainly not least is i make pintrest boards for them it mostly for fun but it really helps me get a clear vision of what there personality is like and what the world they live in looks like through there eyes. I use piccrew character makers sometimes as well but the moodboards are my main go to.

Thanks for letting me geek out for a bit lol if you want to use any of these ideas for you're plush or toys feel free to! its a fun way to engage with you're little guys ^.^

[tiredofsatansbullshit]

sometimes you gotta say “what the fuck was that” and then close the social media app you’re on and put your phone away

[eeldritchblast]

[sonknuxadow]

the sonic twitter takeovers are canon when they say something i like and not canon when they say something i dont like hope this helps

[utilitycaster]

I just remembered the iconic ask I got about how Campaign 2 was bad because a ship didn't happen which is why Chetney was a bad character and I am once again reminded of how apparently there are many people on this pale blue dot who apparently have never experienced either not liking a TV show or the events therein or not experienced other people around them not liking a TV show they liked and like what fucking sci fi laboratory did you guys escape from. are you typing this from the severed floor.

[zukkaoru]

with how things stand right now. kunidazai is way more doomed yaoi than skk.

[thatonecrookedsmile]

Remember. Conceal. Discover. Illusion. Regrets. Reel Life. Submit. Reject.

Past. Present. Future.

Danger. Unstable. nettogrof tfel retteb era sgniht emos

- Just another ghost inside a game -

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this is the sort of project that I end up procrastinating for a good time and has to Lock-In once the deadline starts to aproach but thanks goodness I was able to finish this in time.

the idea never really went beyond a weird collage. Nothing really connected, a certain chaos to it. It wasn't really cohesive, but I think it still works. And I like the way things were organized (at least, organized in the best way for a project like this).

you could argue that the chaos in this drawing is a good representation of the nature of SOTM and its updates.

Riley is the only part of the drawing done traditionally. Not really confident that I could execute the idea exactly well in digital. It still works well. And doesn't look too out of place with the rest,at least for me.

I'll want to post the background stuff separately and without the filters/lights. So people can see it better and so that the details I added to them don't go to waste. (This goes for Ink Demon and especially Dumdy).

today was… weird. I feel weird, ngl. But despits what my head says, I'm glad I did this drawing. I'm glad I finished it and posted it. And I hope you like it too.

Happy 414. Have a good night folks.

(good luck to whoever finds the easter eggs (hard mode difficulty) in this piece too)

[starset-mnqn]

[soupevil]

Sonic designs for fun. ?????? Inanimate insanity ones this time but. All th mephones don't look sonic-y enough. I do not know. Weird little animals mayhaps . Theoretically. 👍 yeah

1 billion images attack👍

[toxintouch]

Absinthe & Sugar:

"They" pronouns used for MC, Unspecified background, no gendered language or descriptors used. WARNINGS: MDNI. Suggestive content/non-explicit smut (very little description used). MC is specified to be the receiving partner (penetration) for a round. Exact relationship dynamic is left heavily to interpretation but I'd say skip if you are sensitive to toxicity. ✦Read on Ao3.

The only difference between Leander and the Senobium is the uniforms, Vere said.

The sex isn't quite the way they intended.  Leander is eager, desperate and overly affectionate.  It rattles them, incongruent with the playboy image of a man they thought they were inviting into their bed; the casual escapade they were inclined towards doesn’t seem to be what they received.

They try to exert control—they do exert control, though it feels like a hollow facsimile at best.  He accommodates their whims, accepts and welcomes their harsh treatment even as they dig their cursed nails into his flesh, press bites against his lips when he seeks their kiss.  His eyes never seem to leave theirs, even as they parry and avoid every intimate gesture he offers them.  Their first fuck is rough—a relief—absolution and damnation in equal measure.

They’re high on adrenaline for the second, nerves singing as he sears worshipful kisses against their golden fissures, laces their fingers together with his, murmurs nonsense.

They lose count of the rest.  Their mind is lost in the heat and the sweat, the green haze they wish they could blame on liquor.  It’s a dream—feeling someone so completely, without any of their usual visceral fear.  But it’s a nightmare.  The way they tip their head back to hold back their tears and end up showing their throat, the way they swallow his whispered promises.

Leander doesn’t behave decently.  Doesn’t escort himself out afterwards.  He spends all night crowding them in bed, arms encircling them, his heavy weight trapping them against his chest.  They shove at him, weak and ineffectual, exhausted from the night's activities.  While their eyes droop, fluttering closed against their will, his stare is vibrant, an affectionate smile upon his still-wet lips.  As they drift off they feel the press of his mouth against their temple.  They tell themselves they hate it, lips too numbed with impending sleep to protest aloud.

They mean to rebuke him when they wake.  Deride his terrible etiquette as a one night stand.  Tell him he smothered them with his body heat and hogged the blanket, contradictions be damned.  They spend a long moment internally repeating what they’ll say—studying his sleeping face, the stress he carries during waking hours so obvious now that they see him not bearing the burden.  The moment slips away when he opens his eyes, words momentarily caught in their throat as they admire the color of them, as they listen to his easy pillow talk.  The curve of his smile, the crinkle of his eyes at their stilted responses.  His warm embrace.

He holds them all night only to get on his knees for them in the morning.

The pleasure is so intense, they feel like they’re about to lose their own mind.

They dig their nails into his back when he fucks them, snapping his hips in a rhythm that steals their breath away.  They hold him with the same fervor he held them.  (As if that might be the tipping point—their last ditch effort—they’ve scared away anyone they’ve ever wanted just by wanting—)

And he says it; into their ear: “I love you.”  And his voice is wrecked but he still manages to make it sound like a prison sentence.  “I love you.  I have you, I have you, you can—”

They score a punishing red line down his scarred bicep with one cursed hand, gripping his hair with the other to wrench him away, to make him look them in the face.  He groans low in his chest, eyelashes fluttering—a true masochist—but his gaze meets their own with intent.  He pauses, pulses inside of them but doesn’t come.

“Maybe I have you.”  They spit viciously, though they don’t think they do.

He’s immune to their poisonous tone like he’s immune to their curse.

But they’re weak to whatever he is.  To his soft retaliation.

They try to tug their hands away from his reaching grasp, but he doesn’t even acknowledge their resistance.  He laces his fingers with theirs, saccharine sweet, pressing the backs of their palms into the mattress.

“I’m glad,” he says tenderly.  Affectionate like he has the right, like he’s anything more or less than the worst decision they’ve ever made.  “I want to be yours.”

His absinthe green eyes seem to peer right through them.  

“And you're mine, too…aren't you…?”

The only difference between Leander and the Senobium is the uniforms.

They wonder at the fact that they listened to Vere, believed him wholeheartedly, and still did this.

[kitkat-corner]

Fictional Characters that I think would make good caregivers

(I’m objectively right, sorry)