#Have started having a wanting to code phase again recently

[aroaceloverofgarlicbread]

Making a concept for an rpg cause why not

[suzukiblu]

hi, question for you, have you ever experienced prolonged writer’s block before? do you happen to have any advice for getting a writing flow going again, that you’d be willing to share?

bc i don’t want to get too heavy in your asks, but between chronic illness/fatigue and longterm autistic burnout i haven’t been able to write a single word in several years now, and GOD am i tired of it. it’s like all the stories and words are stuck inside me and i can see it all in my head but the faucet is jammed and i just can’t get it OUT! i have been slowly feeling like the creative embers are maybe starting to spark again but it’s so hard not to get impatient with myself because it never seems to actually transfer to paper (or word document or notes app). any ideas or tips?

no pressure to answer this if you don’t want to of course, regardless i really enjoy your writing and i’m so glad that i can at least engage with fandom through other authors even when i can’t write my own stories! 💛

Oh god, yeah, I DEFINITELY have experienced that, hahasob. I have gone through at LEAST a year or two without, like, putting down a single word or even drawing anything, just total creative block/not there-ness. Like I feel u on that one, bud.

Good news: now if I write less than 2k in a day I think "oh that's kinda low, huh", so like . . . definitely "didn't write jack shit for [ INSERT TIME PERIOD HERE ]" has yet to sink me, and therefore fuck if it's gonna sink ANY of us. We persevere!!

So like, in my experience actually helpful writing advice is just SO wildly "you just gotta try shit 'til something works"-based that I'mma just give you a list made up of a bunch of, like, assorted tips and tricks that I use on myself to make my brain put words down when it's being stubborn about it, though different ones work at different times and obvi YMMV here anyway because for obvious reasons these are all approaches that I have tailored to my own needs, hah, and some of them are a bit facetious and some are also a bit heavy, but absolutely and unironically I reguarly use them all and they have all repeatedly worked for me.

Also, they're all gonna be goin' behind a cut because WOW there's actually a lot more of them than I realized I had, hahaha. The psychiatrist who recently used me as a case study told me I was very self-aware, so take from that what you will, friend.

Get up and do a chore/take a shower/eat a snack/literally just walk through a friggin' doorway, more often than not it'll at least make your brain reorient enough for you to realize you were just beating your head against a wall and need to do [ INSERT DAMAGE CONTROL/HARM REDUCTION BEHAVIOR HERE ].

Track your progress. Write to-do lists and cross shit off 'em. Keep track of your word count when you write; put it in a spreadsheet or a notebook or on a graph on your bulletin board.

Get a NEW way to track your progress. I currently use, like, three different "to-do list" apps to varying degrees in varying ways, not counting just my basic calendar app ( for the record: Finch, Structured, and just a generic notes app, but mostly Finch and Structured and seriously I CANNOT recommend Finch enough, go get yourself a bird buddy immediately. do you want a friend code, I will GIVE you a friend code, I think it gives you a bonus mini-pet or something if you use it. ), and also set myself MANY a phone alarm to remind myself of things that I need to do in case I space out or get distracted by somebody/something/the specific phase of the moon.

Did you take your meds? Take your fucking MEDS, self, good LORD.

Leave the house even if for literally, like, thirty seconds to just stand in some actual natural light. Or leave the house to go eat at a cafe or library or fast food place and just put yourself in a new environment for literally any length of time whatsoever.

Switch pens. Switch notebooks. Get a NEW notebook. Use your laptop instead. Use your PHONE instead. Get a nicer notebook. Get a shittier notebook. Use the scratch paper at work. Use the Procreate app on your friggin' iPad if you gotta, whatever, you do what you want!!

Don't write!!

Seriously just don't, go watch an actual scripted TV show or movie or read a book or a comic or some fic. Feed your brain something you didn't have to make up yourself.

Come up with a convoluted way to trick yourself into being accountable to someone else. Join a writing group. Make a Tumblr post about how you're gonna go write now. Ask Tumblr for their opinion on what you should write now. Ask Tumblr to spin this random wheel spinner game you generated and tell you what answer they got, and then write THAT.

HAVE you had a snack? Did you eat breakfast? Did you eat lunch? Did you remember to move around the house at any point whatsoever during the day? Maybe like, do that. Like, at least the snack part. Maybe a stretch or something wouldn't hurt either though.

Meal prep is so fucking useful and saves you SO much annoying time and also, like, makes you eat actual veggies and fruit and shit, genuinely actually works, the gym bros were not wrong, go figure. Also then you don't have to think about what you're gonna eat all the time and then cook it and then clean up and then--yeah anyway meal prep, god bless it. Once a week I make a batch of pasta salad and roast a pan of good-when-roasted veggies with like, garlic and salt and pepper and some olive oil and add bacon after, and then I portion it all into tupperware and in the morning I add spinach or crack an egg into that day's share of veggies for breakfast and maybe make some toast, and just grab one of the pasta salads whenever I want something lunch-like. It saves SO much time and distraction when you are hurting for free time/focus. So, SO much.

Unfortunately the gym bros were also correct about exercise, if that's doable for you. Exercise does in fact make you feel better and more energized and less depressed, fuck those guys for being right about that shit. Assuming you have enough iron in your blood to actually, like, do it, which admittedly I frequently do not, but the point stands.

Dude why are you even trying to write, you're so tired, go to bed and get up early, you write SO much better in the mornings anyway.

Hey, I know that's how you USED to write, but like, is that actually how you write right now? Is that actually even what works for you anymore? Actually maybe outlines COULD be helpful or maybe you don't need all those worldbuilding notes all at once; maybe your inner architect needs to let the building decay and go back to nature or maybe your inner gardener has developed a taste for trellises, metaphorically speaking and all.

Please eat something. Also please DRINK something. Like ideally water but we'll go for anything that involves a liquid, seriously.

Hey did you know actually if you ONLY eat instant ramen and microwave pizza you'll probably get scurvy and die instead of, like, writing your magnum opus? Like probably?? Put a fucking egg in that ramen, man! Slice up a scallion in that bitch!! EAT AN ACTUAL WHOLE FRUIT or at least, like, buy a smoothie with actual fruit involved somewhere in it on occasional. The whole fruit, unfortunately, is better. I like apples. Apples take a REAL long time to rot if I forget they exist for a couple weeks or whatever. But like, mango smoothies are also the shit, can't turn down a mango smoothie or a good strawberry-banana. Hey did you know the grocery store just, like, will let you just buy one single apple and they don't give a fuck? You're free! The cashier won't remember you in five minutes!! Buy your one single apple and work your way up to maybe two apples next time!! Also now I want an apple!!!!

Don't write. Don't write THAT. Write the other thing. No, the OTHER other thing. No, not THAT other other thing.

The rules are made up and the points don't matter.

Fuck it, we ball.

[ INSERT FULL-THROTTLE STIMMING BEHAVIOR HERE ]

Only God can judge me and I'm still technically agnostic.

God, that's the weirdest fucking idea you've ever had, literally NO ONE but you would read it. So you should write 180k of it and also make it even weirder and yes it will absolutely be the one fic that just about everyone in MCU fandom who knows you exist knows you for, don't even worry about it, this isn't based on a true story at all.

Actually you could probably storyboard this scene to figure out wtf is happening here. Or like just draw literally anything related to this story, a bit of that might work some kinks out of the whole process.

Did you get that snack yet?

Hey go pet your dog, she's very soft and wants attention and also her OWN snack. Pet your dog and eat an apple and idk watch some anime or a weird niche documentary or an even more niche reality show, have you seen Deep-Fried Dynasty yet, it's on Hulu and was surprisingly engrossing.

Why are you even following the rules, we've been over this, they are made up and the points do NOT matter, and also you're not even getting graded for this anyway.

Yeah okay that thing you wrote sucked, but it turns out that Dean Koontz somehow has a writing career and also Twilight happened to all of us, so actually even the suckiest thing you ever write is gonna be better than the perfect ideal of the scene in your head, because the suckiest thing you ever write is something OTHER people can READ. And again: Dean Koontz has a career. Colleen HOOVER has a career. And fucking good for them, they're killing it, they are fucking WRITING!! Who gives a damn anyway, fix it in editing if you're that worried about it, they call it a rough draft for a reason.

Hey if that thing doesn't work you can just, like, delete it. Or rewrite it. Or stick it in your back pocket and do something else for a while. The sunk-cost fallacy is bullshit and you don't have to listen to it.

Maybe drink some more caffeine, that'll calm you down. [ DISCLAIMER: THIS PIECE OF ADVICE TAILORED TO A PERSON WITH MORE ADHD THAN LITERALLY NINETY-FIVE PERCENT OF PEOPLE WHO HAVE BEEN DIAGNOSED WITH ADHD; THAT PERCENTAGE IS ON THE ACTUAL LEGITIMATE DIAGNOSTIC PAPERWORK ]

Seriously you can just write anything you want, nobody can stop you. Only God can judge me and I'm still technically agnostic enough that that's like, thirty-seventy odds at BEST.

God that idea is so niche and weird and niche, better tone it the fuck down to--oh wait no mass appeal means you're writing popcorn and literally no one will remember it in five minutes anyway, stop reflexively censoring yourself for some imaginary audience that will just chew straight through your one-size-fits-all story for The Content(tm) and then immediately move onto the next one without even bothering to hit "kudos" or remember anything about it later. I have written shit so weird that people still remember how weird I was TWENTY-FIVE YEARS LATER, man, and that is why literally anyone will EVER remember that you exist or wanna read your stuff or follow you to a new fandom where they don't even know the source material, fuck it, they'll wiki some shit. And also who cares anyway, it's YOUR stuff and YOU wanna read it. Your agnostically-possible god did not make you this weird and niche for no reason, don't pussy out now!!

Actually you can just write in the bath/on the bus/while waiting for your roommate to finish up with the guy running this estate sale. You've got your phone, right? Fuck it, pack a notebook. Pack an extra notebook. Pack a smaller notebook. Pack a BIGGER notebook.

It's not stupid if it works. You don't have to do what literally ANYONE else is doing, you just have to do what works.

You can literally just skip to the good part and write that, actually. Nobody's gonna throw you in writer-jail. What are we, cops?? Actually do you even need this lead-up here or do you just need to write this one specific blorbo gettin' laid REAL enthusiastically kinkily and/or maybe having a nervous breakdown sobfest over their perception of their personal self-worth and everything else is kinda just window dressing??

I mentioned the snack thing, right? Also sugar rushes are fake but sugar CRASHES are real so maybe be a little careful on that one, maybe buy some trail mix/jerky/smoked salmon, smoked salmon is SO good, smoked salmon is just objectively delicious.

Go talk somebody's ear off about what you're trying to write about. Bonus points if you can find somebody who matches your freak enough that you write, uhhhhh /checks smudged writing on wrist/ a 60k Overwatch fic in two weeks and also like 280k of Witcher fic in less than a year specifically because they're just a real good cheerleader. Wow. Wow that was a lot more Witcher fic than I was aware I had written. THE POINT IS LOOK FOR A WRITING BUDDY, WRITING BUDDIES ARE THE SHIT.

If the writing buddy doesn't work out though the first time I won NaNoWriMo I did it directly out of spite because someone said they didn't think I actually would. So like, spite is always an option, you can always keep that one on tap if you gotta.

Stephen King did not write "On Writing" because he didn't want you to write. Francesca Lia Block did not introduce you to the weirdest and gayest shit teenage!you had ever read so you'd grow up and be a fucking NORMIE about this shit. SIR TERRY PRATCHETT DID NOT WRITE LIKE SIXTEEN OF YOUR FAVORITE BOOKS OF ALL TIME BECAUSE HE DID NOT WANT YOU TO WRITE WHAT YOU WERE ACTUALLY FRICKIN' INTO.

Clean your room. No, better than that. Okay fuck it just set a ten-minute timer and do what you can in that time, we work with the spoons we've got.

Random number generator. Random color generator. Random "hey followers here's a very oblique poll, don't even worry about what it's about, just click a button please and thank you".

Did you know the internet will just GIVE you free graphs/trackers/bullet journal page designs and you can just print 'em out and do whatever the heck you want with 'em?? Yes my new little "color in the squares every day you do the thing" tracker IS just six daily writing tasks and two daily "just go pick some stuff up in this specific room" tasks and that is MY BUSINESS, MS. SIR AND MR. MADAM AND MX. [ INSERT BUZZER SOUND ]. And also, like, has done much better at getting me to do chores than anything else has in a minute, go fig.

You can actually just do whatever you want forever.

Literally, like just forever.

Fuck, how many times HAVE you done this? You'll never get better for good, it'll always go bad again, you'll always get sick again, you'll always get SAD again, you'll always fucking forget how to even DO this again and have to start all over.

Well yes, obviously, because you'll always have done it again. So do it again. One more time.

( seriously though did you take your meds-- )

[eod-agent-13-12]

A Complicated Color Code Day

No one knows who started the new tradition in the agency. One of the field agents introduced it and it spread to the others, until it became a new "game".

Unfortunately for a certain handler, he didn't get the memo until his agent decided to ask him to wear a certain color.

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"You don't want to wear anything that looks too much like the agency uniform we wear during formal events, Handler Sir." Agent Phoenix mumbled as they turned to their handler with a less than impressed expression.

"Agent, may I ask what's going on right now?" Reginald Crane looked at his agent, before looking at the new tweed jacket they got him. "It seems you had this planned for a while."

"Oh hush. Just wear it." They grinned, wearing a red jacket in contrast to their usual black. "... I look nice, right?"

"You do look nice, Agent." He replied, taking a quick glance at them as they waited for him outside. "You didn't have to stop by my actual house to hand this over to me."

"Nope. You're wearing that. It'll be fun. We field agents conspired our best to get our respective handlers to participate."

"And that is?"

"A shirt color code thing." They tried to hold back a laugh as they stood outside his door to allow him to change. "It'll be fun, promise."

"I wasn't aware the agency even had this tradition." He mumbled, closing the door to properly change. "And jackets are not shirts, Agent. They're different items of clothing."

"I know who started it but I'm not snitching. It's only a recent developement anyway. A lot of people wear red on Valentine's Day already. We managed to keep it under the radar but we got bored. So, we conspired and expanded the whole thing. Also, I don't really care about the difference."

"... Maybe we should've kept you at the Babadag base, Agent. Your lack of sensitivity to my beloved tweed jackets wound me."

"You're the one who insisted I get back to headquarters." They held back a chuckle as he examined the material and checked if it would fit him.

"After you decided to put sticky notes all over your office 'out of boredom'. Clearly, I can't trust you to be alone for a few hours."

"... It was actually a dare."

"By who?"

"I'm not snitching." Their tone signalled their less than impressed expression despite being blocked by the door. "Which agent even knows I was alive back then?"

"And here I thought he was the more responsible of the two of you."

Muffled laughter phased through the door. "Nah. He'd been worse of a troublemaker than I ever was. Then again, we'd been each other's co-conspirators for a reason."

"And what did you two conspire to do this time?" He raised a brow, soon opening the door as he went for a more casual (but still office friendly) look.

"It's color codes. Basically, every color has a meaning and well, it's just a little thing. Just to add a little flavor. Not everyone wants or has a date today."

"And what does white mean?"

"Not interested. Why?"

Reginald just sighed as he led them out of his house. "I see." He tossed them his keys as they approached closer. "I suppose I can deal with that for a couple of hours. This jacket feels nice to wear."

"Glad to hear that. This counts as a favor, by the way."

"What kind of favor?"

"Anything within reason. No record of it."

"I can hold onto it until it's important, yes?"

"Of course. I'll put it in writing too."

"No record but you put it in writing. At least be a bit more consistent, Agent."

"I'm an embodiment of chaos, Reg. Deal with it."

Phoenix laughed before starting the engine and driving to headquarters. Reginald swears they picked the sad sounding love songs on purpose, even if he didn't understand the lyrics. On the plus side, they were humming.

"But... If you're uncomfortable, you don't have to pretend. Just tell me."

"I do not pretend that often, Agent. I do like this one. It feels nice."

"... Reggie. I know the look of someone trying to remain calm while the other shoe drops so please don't try to trick me if it gets too much." Phoenix mumbles, unbuckling themself as soon as they parked. "Seen that look way too often."

The pair arrived inside, the office looking a few colors more lively than yesterday. Although a sight made Phoenix cackle a bit.

"... I didn't want this." Agent Typhoon mumbled, wearing a white long sleeved button down shirt, black pants and shoes. His agency identification hanging from a lanyard. "But apparently, my handler can be convincing if she wants to be."

"Don't lie. You also wanted to. Hah. You're wearing something similar to your old high school uniform. I suppose you get a pass since you're basically the baby of the division."

"Just because I'm yet to graduate from college doesn't mean-"

Reginald chuckled, taking time to slip past to look for Agent Typhoon's Handler in the Handler Breakroom.

"They handily gave us a list to know which colors mean what. We're running several missions, we don't have time for this." One of the other handlers sighed, crossing arms as the words cut off Reginald's words before he can even greet them.

"Take it easy, you killjoy. At least we're not getting pranks this time. It helps provide enrichment. And for others to get used to bluffing." Ellie huffed, wearing a purple shirt. "It's fun to at least know some boundaries between coworkers too. Purple means you're willing to flirt but nothing more."

"I keep seeing a lot of white and black when I looked around the office. Good morning, everyone." Reginald approached, taking steps to brew himself a cup of tea as soon as he clocked in.

"They mean the same thing, Mason. I'm surprised. I thought your agent would wear white or black." Ellie took a sip of her coffee as she leaned on the counter. "And good morning to you as well."

"They often surprise me. And everyone else. It's not that different this time." He took in the smell of tea as he relaxed. "Although I feel like this is more of a cover for something else."

"Someone put in chocolate in every agent's desk. Not them but someone. I don't know who though."

"I know my agent is behind that. I can feel it."

"But they have an alibi."

"As much as I'd like to ponder that, I believe we have work to do. I shall see you all during our lunch break." Reginald waved, bringing with him the tea as he settled in his office. "Agent, are you there?" He opened his microphone before turning on the camera feed to see them pouring over a stack of documents.

"These chain cases are terrible. Not to mention, I have an archive to look through. The last person who was employed in there didn't categorize anything other than date." Phoenix mumbled. "I'm settling it fine but I can sense a sleepless night brewing already." They leaned back on their chair as they looked through another page.

The knock on the door interrupted their conversation, only for Phoenix to laugh with tears. "... He's definitely a different breed."

"Instant noodles, Agent. I will not comment other than it's an unorthodox gift."

"I gave him roasted garlic."

The brief pause gave Reginald time to process. "... Of course you did. Are you behind the chocolates?"

"Yeah. But let's focus more on work now."

"This isn't how I imagined Valentine's day to go at all."

"Before you ask, we are going out after work later. Smitten and I."

"I hope you have fun, Agent."

"I will. Invite Dr. P out today, okay?"

"Florian."

Agent Phoenix laughed as they continued their work.

[coldbrewghoul]

From Top to Bottom - Richtofen University AU

Chapter 4: Qualitative and Quantitative

The Reader and Professor Richtofen take turns punishing each other for how naughty they've both been.

Notes: POV swap: Reader (X) and Edward Richtofen (Primis) | both characters are switches | hurt/comfort, angst w/ a happy ending, mutual pining, smut heavy plot | This started as a one shot, but I couldn't walk away from it so it's been expanded into a full work.

TW: age gap, situationally inappropriate relationship

-Richtofen-

This had to be the worst (or best) week of his life. Every day was a new torturous outfit. He was losing his gottdamn mind! And it didn’t help that her theoretical paper on using energy patterns to control random particle movement was one of the most mentally stimulating pieces of science he’d read in a while. Fuck! He so badly wanted to have her in his bed, naked, whispering her thoughts on the practical uses of topology in physics while he kissed every inch of her…

Today’s outfit though, it crossed the line. No really, he checked the student dress code. Her crisp white blouse was unbuttoned low enough he could see the red lace of her bra peek out when she reached up to tuck her dark hair behind her ear. The black high-waisted pencil skirt was so short he was sure she’d hemmed it up herself because no way was it even legal to purchase something like that. It was high enough that the garter straps holding her sheer lace topped stockings up were clearly visible. The 3-inch shiny black heels made the most delectable sound when she walked on the hardwood floor. But despite all that it was the narrow reading glasses perched on her nose that undid him. Has she ever worn glasses before?

He couldn’t not say something. At this point, if he didn’t reprimand her for breaking the dress code, someone could call him out for favoritism. No, he would have to talk to her after class. While her makeup was subtle it was still strictly forbidden ( just like she was to him ). Pity the rules were so strict about that kind of thing – that purplish pink shade of lipstick matched her tone perfectly.

She wasn’t daydreaming today, at least. No, this was much worse. She leaned back confidently in her chair, twisting elegantly so one arm looped around the back of it while her legs were crossed in front of her. With one hand extended out she occasionally took notes while watching him over her glasses. It made him feel like he was a teenager again, sitting in a disciplinary meeting, being judged for his sins. Oh, the sins he would commit just to earn punishment from her.

The entire period he had the students work on an in-class assignment so he could focus on bracing himself to face her. When the bell rang, he was proud of how well he’d rebuilt his composure. His voice was stern and icy when he spoke: “(y/n), stay after class. We need to discuss your recent fashion choices.”

A few of the retreating students snickered and he felt bad that he’d had to call her out so publicly, but after how long it’d gone on, he had to make a statement. She didn’t seem phased at all. In fact, there was a dangerous light dancing in her eyes as she smiled coolly at him. Fuck. When the last student left, she walked over to the door and closed it, clicking the lock. “I’m going to lock the door. It is a simple lock; you can open it from this side should you choose to leave. It will only prevent others from entering the room.”

“E-excuse me?” He choked out, completely thrown off.

The sound of her heels echoed in the now empty room as she walked back to stand in front of his desk, put both of hands on it and tower over him. She was glorious. “Is that the proper way to address your superior? ” she crooned.

Where did the air go? What kind of device could vacuum seal his classroom and deprive it of O2 so quickly? He couldn’t look anywhere else but at her. She had locked him in place with her eyes. “I’m sorry, what?” He didn’t always sound this stupid, did he? No, he was a damn genius so where were his brain cells?!

She tutted her disapproval. “Perhaps I was mistaken about you, although I rarely ever make mistakes,” she said, shaking her head and stepping away.

He watched as she picked her bag up from her table and headed to the door. His heart sank. Was she implying…? Did she want…him? Had all the parading she’d done this week been on purpose? For him? His “Ohhhhhhh…” was so quiet even he barely heard it.

But she was already so close to the door. Desperate, he jumped up from his desk, racing forward and grasping her wrist to stop her. “ Wait! Please! Please wait… m-mistress?”

-X-

It took all your willpower not to give up your upper hand and jump his bones that instant when he came running to you. Slowly, you turned to face him, and it was worth every day of patient planning. God, he looked pathetic. It was like every Christmas and birthday you’d ever experienced was happening all at once. “Professor.”

“Professor…?”

“Yes, you’ll address me as Professor .” His hand was still on your wrist. You could feel him trembling. “While you are on your knees.”

He dropped down so quickly you worried his knees were bruised. His other hand tentatively gripped your thigh, his fingers brushing the skin between your skirt and stockings. The way he looked up at you, blue eyes pleading, was intoxicating. “Professor… please wait. Don’t leave me. Please?”

You leaned down and cupped his cheek, pressing your lips to his. You both drank greedily from each other, your lipstick smudging over his mouth making a mess. You could have just stayed like that for the rest of the day, but you’d calculated exactly how you wanted this scene to go and had to break away. You removed his hand from your wrist, kissing his fingertips before putting his index and middle finger into your mouth to suck. He watched, entranced and moaning.

“Good boy,” you whispered before letting go and leaving him on the floor by the door to recline in his office chair. “Come here.”

You could see he thought about standing up to go to you but, before you could open your mouth to reprimand him, he used his hands and knees to slowly make his way to you. The way he drank you in with his eyes while he crawled across the space between you… Fuck. Before he could get too close you raised your leg, giving him a glimpse of red lace panties, and placed a heel on his shoulders to push him down, gentle at first and then digging the point into him until his forehead was on the floor and his ass was up in the air. “You’ve been a naughty boy, haven’t you?”

“Have I, Professor?” His voice was muffled against the floor.

“Yes. Do you know how many days I have gone without pleasure?” You forced icy anger into your voice to hide how giddy you were to have him like this.

“No, Professor?”

“I have been waiting… my last orgasm was at your hands and mouth.” And it was the truth. As horny you had gotten thinking about him sometimes, you had been determined to wait until you had him again.

He fucking whimpered. It was music to your ears. The sound of angels . How could you be mad at him for making you wait this long to have him after how perfect this was? Hold your ground. “How many times have you came since then, hm?”

He hesitated before whispering his answer. “Twice a day, Professor.”

“Twice a day… for four days … and how many times were my panties used for your pleasure?”

His hesitation was longer this time. You dug your heel into his shoulder until he cried out his answer. “Every time, Professor!”

“So that’s eight orgasms you owe me,” you said, taking your heel off his shoulder and using the toe to hook under his chin and direct him back up, “and a new set of panties.”

He looked so eagerly blissful as he processed your demand. “Yes, Professor. Yes! Please let me… let me pay my debt!” He tilted his head to kiss your ankle, his eyes gazing adoringly into yours. Oh, you could melt.

“Undress me. Slowly.”

His hand shook from excitement, but still he slipped off your heels like every connection between the two of you was a precious moment to be savored. Sometimes, like when he unclasped your garter and it snapped satisfyingly, he would moan or whimper. “You’re perfect. Divine. Do you know that? You should know that.”

“Don’t tell me. Show me.”

-Richtofen-

She made the submission so sweet. It was masterful how well she was controlling herself and he was determined to show her that same control, committing to the scene she was crafting. He tried to memorize the exact way her stockings rolled as he slipped them off each leg, the way her skirt zipper vibrated before he pulled the garment down her hips, the anticipation that built with each button he unclasped. He couldn’t help his small gasps and groans as he explored every inch of revealed skin.

She let out little moans as he caressed and kissed his way all over her, her head tilted back as she watched him work through her eyelashes. He placed a special kiss on the freckle inside her left leg before slipping her red lace panties down her legs. When she was fully naked on his office chair, the glasses on her nose the last to go, he sat back on his heels to take all of her in. “I sometimes wonder if I dreamed you up,” the soft confession escaped his lips, surprising him.

She shifted out of the chair and slid onto his lap, grinning broadly. He instantly wrapped his arms around her, crushing her to his body and craning his neck to meet her lips. “Thank you… Thank you for… staying with me,” he whispered in between kisses.

She pulled back, her hands gripping his vest tightly, but they trembled as she searched his eyes. “W-who do you belong to?”

In that moment her cool commanding presence cracked, and it was clear she was terrified, uncertain, holding her breath as she waited for his answer. He reached up to stroke her cheek before tangling his fingers in her hair. “ I’m yours ,” he assured her confidently. “And I will be yours for as long as you want me to be… Professor. ” Despite the seriousness he wanted to impart to her he couldn’t help but tease her with that last word.

She used his vest to pull him to her lips, passionately kissing him, running her tongue along the edge of his teeth. He groaned and met her passion in kind, nipping at her lower lip and meeting her tongue with his. Her hips slowly began to move against his ( as much as she could move them in his tight embrace ), her moan vibrating against his lips as she rode his cock through his slacks. He was hers… and she was his.

Her hands let go their death grip on his collar to caress him, one hand holding the back of his head and the other reaching around his neck and—

He was ripped from her lips as she pushed him back to the ground. His back hit the wood with a thud , but his head was cushioned from the hard floor by her hand. He barely caught her jaw tense from the pain as her hand took the impact because she quickly hid it with a sadistic smile. “You owe me a debt, remember.”

“How could I forget, Professor?” He chuckled, guessing exactly what she wanted and pulling her hips towards his face.

What a feast! His memory of how she tasted that first day paled in comparison to the real thing. He sucked and licked her with vigor, as her hips rocked over his mouth. When she tried to lift up and give him space to breathe, he got his revenge for how she’d eaten him up the first time - hooking his arms around her legs and pressing her back down to him. She was already panting, soft ohs and ahs filling the air around him, egging him on. When she had said she’d waited for him, he’d doubted the validity of her claim, but as her hand gripped his hair and her hips bucked, he started to believe her. She was even more sensitive than the first time he’d had his lips there.

He fought to keep his eyes open, trained on her breasts as they bounced above him, the way her neck looked with her head thrown back, the tension in the arm that gripped his hair. He didn’t want to miss a second of her pleasure even as darkness creeped into his vision. If he died under her… well, what a way to go! But she shuddered right before he passed out, her hand flying up to stifle her cry as her first orgasm ripped through her body.

One, he counted in his head.

-X-

All the pent-up frustration from the last few days exploded out of your body as you came on his face, gasping for air above him. You knew you’d be unable to quiet the moan that escaped you, so you pressed your hand over your mouth. Professor Richtofen’s hands loosened their grip, slipping from your thighs making you slightly panicked. You shifted off his face and down his body so you could peer at him. He gasped when you freed him. Worry ate at you for a second until he looked at you dreamily.

“Again?” he asked, beaming up at you. You laughed, dropping your forehead onto his shoulder.

He hummed contentedly, wrapping his arms around you. He kept doing that , kept holding you close like he was afraid if he didn’t, you’d float away. You nuzzled his neck and nibbled at his ear, relaxing against his chest, a content sign escaping your lips. “How do you want me, Professor?”

He recognized the transfer of power and pushed both of you up, so you were back to sitting in his lap. “I think every day, ja?” he said playfully into your ear.

“It sounds like if we don’t, you’ll rack up quite the debt… “

“What kind of reward do I get for paying off what I owe?” He started pulling his tie off and unbuttoning his vest.

“A wish.” You reached between you and helped with his belt.

“No limits?” He had to separate from you to get his button up and undershirt off and as he tossed his clothes aside you couldn’t help but stare. You’d never seen his upper body bare before. He was gorgeous, an absolute specimen. You placed your hands on his chest reverently, running your fingertips over the hair on his chest, following his slightly toned abs down to the hair that led into his slacks. You bit your lip and traced the line of his slender hips, up the sides of his ribs then over his broad shoulders and back to his chest to connect his freckles into constellations.

“Um…Fräulein?”

You were pulled out of your exploration and realized that he’d been watching you. “Huh?”

“That wish. No limits?”

“Limit you? Never. ”

He chuckled darkly. “Be careful what you wish for, meine liebe.”

He carefully protected you as he rolled you over onto the floor, so he was above you, kissing your flesh while he kicked off his shoes and pants to join you in nakedness. He chose a spot on your rib cage just under your breast and sucked hard, biting the flesh and swirling his tongue around the skin in his mouth. After an excruciatingly long time he straightened up to examine his handiwork and you wondered how bad the hickey would be when you checked I later.

“You can come whenever you want, but –“

“ Oh, can I ?”

He must have decided he was done with you interrupting him because he slipped the two fingers you’d sucked earlier into your mouth to shut you up. You gently closed your teeth on them defiantly. Nonplussed, he kept them there as he continued: “But, you must count them out loud for me, including the one from earlier. And (y/n)…” he got close to your ear so you felt his whisper on your skin, “I know it’s not your strong suit, but try to behave.”

You shivered in anticipation as he bent his head down between your waist and smeared your saliva down your chin as his hand found your throat, wrapping around it like a warning. Unlike your first orgasm of today where you fucked his face quickly, he took time warming you up and working his fingers into you before attacking your clit.

You realized after you started getting close to cumming quicker than you expected that this man had a plan . He started licking you slowly, the pressure on your neck light, but when he started eating you faster, he also started squeezing. You grabbed his arm, not to stop him, but to hold on and allow him to gauge how close you were to passing out by your grip strength. As soon as he felt your orgasm tighten around his fingers ( which happened to be right before you passed out ) he slowed back down, resetting his grip on your neck. He looked at you expectantly.

Oh. “Two.”

He smiled and began the process again. Fuck, was he going to systematically pry all these orgasms out of you like this? It was hot, but you weren’t sure you’d have enough brain cells to survive to round eight. Oh, but the feel of his long fingers squeezing your throat was so delicious …

“Ohhhh god… three.”

-Richtofen-

He was having the time of his life watching her orgasm on the brink of passing out, giving her no time to recover he started again. Especially because she was starting to really struggle with something as simple as counting.

“F-four… “

He punished her cunt and throat with calculated movements. As a man of science, he knew even her pleasure could be controlled with an elegant formula and like any good physics theory, it was repeatable. He felt buzzed off her moans and reactions.

“…Five,” she sighed weakly. Poor girl, he had warned her to be careful what she wished for.

He dared not stop his observation of her as he worked her over, determined not to miss a single beautiful reaction, but his mind did wander a bit, his hand easing off her throat for a moment while his mouth and fingers kept moving. Could he create a machine to strap her to that could repeat this process, allowing him to analyse her reactions as it endlessly forced her orgasms out of her? Would the time it took her to recover from being broken in such a way have a statistical correlation to how many orgasms she’d had?

“Six! Richtofen, six!!! Fuck!” Her hand gripped his hair and pulled until he eased up. She breathed a sigh of relief.

“You asked for this,” he reminded her. “And you are doing amazing. You taste amazing.”

She pouted and started to sit up.

He pulled her into his new favorite place for her to be – his lap – and kissed her. “ See? Taste. You are delicious.”

“Professor…” she whined, “…what I wanted was this.” Her hand dove down between them and wrapped around his cock, using his precum to start jacking him off.

He groaned and gripped her for stability. “And where would you like that?”

“No limits?”

He frowned. What was she possibly about to ask for? “I… suppose not. You have been very good.”

“I want you to bend me over the desk while you fuck me, Professor.”

His cock twitched in her hand at the request. “I might have to take it back. You sound very naughty right now.”

“Hmmm… unrelated, but can you specify the parameters of how naughty I have to be to get bent over a desk? In a qualitative or quantitative way,” she asked playfully.

He let out a low groan of pleasure, licking his lips. “Yes. I think… you’d have to leave one personalized marking on me. About an inch in diameter. Here.” He tapped his collar bone.

She wasted no time getting her teeth on him. Fuck. He grabbed a fistful of her hair to cling to while she sucked and bit down.  He wondered if she would stop if she broke skin or if the hand pumping his cock would get him off before she was satisfied. As the pain grew in intensity he couldn’t stop his hips from shuddering, bouncing her around a little and breaking her free. He grabbed her wrist to stop her from milking him dry before he could fulfill his side of the bargain. She examined the deep indents her teeth left in him. He hoped she kept her promise and that wasn’t the only thing with her teeth indents he left here with today.

“Will this meet the requirements, Professor?” she whispered excitedly.

He cleared his throat, but his voice still came out hoarse. “Ja, I think that will do.”

Carefully, he helped her up, watching with pride that she struggled to stand after his abuse. He stood behind her facing the desk, one arm around her waist to support her. The other hand opened one of his drawers and frowned at it. He wasn’t sure why he’d hoped there’d be a condom in there, but there wasn’t.

“I’m on the pill,” she whispered, guessing what he was searching for.

He closed the drawer. His head swam for a moment. He was about to fuck his most intelligent and beautiful student, raw, on his desk. He knew he was sick for how excited this made him, but here she was, basically begging for it. Just to make sure, he tucked her hair behind her ear so he could whisper into it. “Are you ready for me, fräulein?”

“Yes, Professor. I think we can both agree I have been a very bad girl and it’s time I’ve been punished,” her voice was all hushed anticipation.

He nipped her ear and grabbed her hair, pushing her head down to the desk. He silently thanked her panties for enticing him to prepare his cock to last through what would surely be one of his hardest acts of self-control he had ever faced. Two more orgasms and then he could fill her and watch his cum drip out of her…

-X-

Your nipples brushed the wood of his desk as he pushed you onto it roughly. A whimper left your lips as you placed both hands on either side of his desk, preparing yourself for what had been keeping you up late at night battering your clit for weeks .

“Do you really think it’s appropriate to seduce your professor, naughty girl?”

Oh, he was going to fully play into it! You moaned your appreciation. “Yes, Professor,” you sassed.

SMACK His hand connected with your bare ass cheek and you gasped. Again , you silently begged.

“Why don’t you try answering that again.”

You bit your lip and stayed quiet. In the silence you could just make out his low moan before his hand connected with your ass. SMACK

“ Aren’t you smarter than this, Fräulein?” You just loved hearing his voice lilt playfully like that.

“Yes, Professor.” SMACK

“Maybe you are too smart for your own good.”

“Yes, Professor, I am too smart for your own good.” That earned you two smacks, the second harder than the first. SMACK SMACK!!! You moaned happily.

“I sometimes think you misbehave just so I’ll have to punish you.”

“Yes,” because I love you, “Professor.”

You felt his hard hot cock slip on your juices to brush against your clit as he prepared to enter you.

“Who do you belong to?” he whispered.

“You. I belong to you, Professor.”

He plunged inside of you till his hips hit your ass for one last SMACK

Fuuuuuuck, it was everything you’d hoped and more. Despite his fingers preparing you earlier he was still a little too big for you, so he waited for you to adjust, moaning over you, “ Scheiße , you’re tight!”

When he began moving it was slow and shallow. “For such a naughty girl your pussy is soooo good ,” he intoned, thrusting hard enough to shove you into the desk at the last word.

You whimpered and put a hand over your mouth, so you didn’t start screaming his name as the pace quickened. He must have seen what you were worried about because he decided to take matters, you , into his own hands, grabbing your throat to pull your back up against him and using his free hand to clamp over your mouth, muffling you. Fuck, it was the hottest sex you’ve ever had.

You bounced between him and the desk, the back of your legs slapping against him before the front of your thighs hit the wood. And he was not a quiet fuck either. You loved a man who wasn’t afraid to make a bit of noise. He showed his appreciation for you with moans and German expletives.

“This… is where… you belong,” he strained, setting a brutal pace. “This is where you… always belonged… right here on mein schwanz .”

That was it for you. Your orgasm made your vision swim as you cried out into his hand. You heard Richtofen quietly curse behind you. “ Fuck… so tight!”

He slowed down and moved his hand off your mouth, using your chin to twist your face to his for a kiss.

“Seven.”

-Richtofen-

He deserved awards and accolades for managing to not cum inside her right then when she orgasmed on his cock. It was the most gloriously painful clamping sensation he’d ever experienced. “Oh fräulein… you were such a good girl for me. You took me so well.”

She whimpered and he turned her around, lifting to perch her ass on the desk so he could kiss her fervently. She met the roughness of his crushing embraces and kisses with tender sweet softness. He’d never had such a perfect partner for lovemaking before. ( Lovemaking, Edward? )

“Mm. I want to be able to see your face… when I come inside you… understand?” he murmured against her lips between kisses. She nodded eagerly, letting him lower her back down to the desk. He rubbed his poor aching cock over her clit. “Can you take me inside you one last time?”

She nodded so vigorously her head hit the desk. He smiled and caressed her cheek, but before he could pull his hand back, she grabbed it, holding it to her face and capturing his thumb between her teeth. He pressed the pad of his thumb onto her tongue. “You are that excited to be filled with mein cum, ja?”

He felt the vibration in his hand bones as she moaned her agreement. He only felt a little bad for how hard he slammed back into her, shoving her forward on the desk and pulling on her waist to shove her back onto him. Her eyes widened and then rolled back, but he was already lost in how good she felt that he kept fucking her has hard as he could. The nasty girl seems to like it anyway.

It was hard, fast, dirty sex . Her face was flushed as she made the lewdest noises around his thumb. Her hair splayed out in tangles from his vice grips on it from earlier. As her breasts bounced to his thrusts the hickey he’d placed on her appeared and disappeared from sight. She’d orgasmed so many times today that her expression matched the dazed-out glaze when she daydreamed in his class. She was gone, lost in the sensation of his cock. And he wouldn’t have her any other way, he thought with a smirk. Once he found a good, harsh pace he gently rubbed circles over his clip. Just a little longer, Edward, and you can release your load inside of her.

It felt like not long enough and an eternity before her moans started escalating. He’d once again had to clamp a hand over her mouth, enjoying the sight of her nose above the webbing between his index finger and thumb, the way her cheeks squished around his fingers with a bit of pressure. “ Meine liebe. Meine süße. Für immer mein...“ he murmured. “ Ich gehöre dir, und du gehörst mir.”

Even with his hand pressed firmly over her mouth he worried she might have been a little too loud as she came. And maybe he’d been a little too loud as well as her orgasm squeezed his cock one more time. Even if he had tried, he wouldn’t have been able to stop his orgasm from rolling in after hers. His hips bucked erratically a few times and he had to steady himself with a hand slammed down on the desk next to her face, almost falling over her.

She lay there under him, happily limp and used. Both of them were trembling when their lips joined. They were shorter kisses than before as neither could catch their breath yet. “Eight,” he said for her.

He would have liked to stay in her longer, but he willed himself to pull out so he could watch his cum leak out of her onto his desk. He kissed her hip before walking over to the folded pile of unused chalk rags. She was still basking in the glory of all that he had done to her when he returned, sat on the edge of the desk next to her and gently cleaned up the smudged lipstick around her mouth before wiping up the mixture of their cum from both of them.

“You are exquisite,” he whispered to her.

“Exquisitely yours,” she hummed back, a smile lifting her cheeks.

His heart skipped a beat. Beaming at her, he kissed the tip of her nose. “Do not forget my wish, fräulein.”

“Anything. I would give you anything .”

“Gutt. I want mein pen back.”

[melit0n]

1, 10, 19, 25 for the songs pleeeeease

Hello Flood!! Hope your day is going well ☀️

1. Makes me happy

I literally jump UP whenever Spirit comes on. There's something about the guitar and the way he raises his voice at "This vision of my Spirit". I lose it every time like I haven't listened to it 100+ times. Definitely brings a lot of joy :DD

10. I just found that I love

This is more of a rediscovering I guess. I distinctly remember watching so many animatics, MVs edits etc. with "He needed more than me; I'm friendly and thoughtful and quite awfully pretty...but he needed more than me". My friend put on some random playlist and I heard the chorus and was like 'THIS ONE OH MY GOD'. I've had it on repeat for the last two weeks; I fear I may be slipping into a Midwestern emo phase (again) lmao

19. Is from my favourite genre

Tough one! Recently I've been more into Indie-Brit Rock/pop because my friends' been recommending me a bunch, so I'd go with She's got you High. Could also very easily go into making me just generally happy. It's also very Newt from The Maze Runner coded (to me), so I think that helps

25. I want to hear in a grocery store

Gonna do two for this one because I'm indecisive lol. I think if I was grabing a snack from the corner shop and this started playing I'd mentally have a main character moment or something. For YAWA? again, mental main character moment. I think both would put me oddly at ease, I can't really describe it.

[lasenbyphoenix]

Unshakable Faith (2023)

Episode 33 Breakdown

The police team plan to covertly search the location of the radio signal, looking for the enemy's antenna, and the KMT are pleased to hear that Ghost Owl has returned.

Officer Hongmei visits Dr Bai at Nurse Bai's request, and he says he's worried about the poisonous cave spiders in that area and had a patient recently with a nasty bite. Officer Hongmei worries about who this person was and goes to check the back mountain, watched by electrician Liu Simao. The fake Li Qiuchen is determined not to let Officer Hongmei ruin their plans.

Police Captain Chen increases the patrols on the back mountain when a registered letter for Assistant Rui arrives, containing phosphorus powder and a coded message. They puzzle over the non existent sending address and who would send a letter to a dead man.

The expert team reviews their data from phase 1 of the survival test, and prepare for phase 2 - a high temp and humidity test to simulate if something when wrong with the submarine systems. Ji Danyang and Expert Chief Chu worry for the wellbeing of the participants as they start raising the temperature and add mechanical noises. He Xiwan encourages the team to endure it.

Officer Hongmei asks Dr Bai if he knows anything about the mystery address on the letter which he identifies as a street in an abandoned part of Lumen that was renamed. He follows from a distance as Officer Hongmei and Officer Ding search for the address and sees them split up. Fake Li Qiuchen lures Officer Hongmei away by discarding his jacket and prepares to throw a molotov cocktail at her, but Dr Bai knocks down some bamboo to distract her and the molotov hits the wall behind her. Officer Ding is sure it was Dr Bai he saw push over the bamboo, and they suspect Officer Hongmei is being targeted for searching the back hill.

The digging team hit rock and Liu Simao gives them explosives and the mining timetable. At the mine site fake Li Qiuchen takes a pill to make himself collapse and he is taken to the nearby factory hospital.

In the observation lab, Expert Chief Chu also collapses shortly after taking his heart medicine and is sent to the hospital, appointing Ji Danyang to lead his place. He is diagnosed with malaria and the police team question why only he has fallen ill, and privately the Hospital Chief tells the Police Chief that it may be man made, and he wants to consult with Dr Bai for the best way to cure him. Dr Bai checks on Expert Chief Chu, prescribing him a pill to take once a day for a week and to rest in a quiet place. The police team review Dr Bai's words and think that he is giving them the hint that the factory hospital may not be safe  - confirmed by their worry that fake Li Qiuchen is currently a patient too.

Ji Danyang initiates emergency procedures when one of the experts in the sealed cabin collapses and she is taken to the hospital, but the experiment needs 2 women to replace her and Nurse Bai and Nurse Shanshan are the designated substitutes. Officer Hongmei arrives as they initiate another exercise test and she learns that Nurse Bai is now inside the sealed cabin.

Seamstress Miao visits Dr Bai again to ask when Expert Chief Chu will die, but he predicts that she's not actually Snow Wolf and refuses to tell her.

The digging team sets off their explosive and Ji Danyang notices the vibrations in the lab.

.....................................

So the seamstress really isn't Snow Wolf?? Good for you Dr Bai for figuring that out. I like that Dr Bai is helping the police team indirectly, and he's stringing the spies along.

I don't really know what the KMT are wanting from having Dr Bai kill Expert Chief Chu with an "undetectable poison" that they wouldn't get by killing him any other way. His death would be investigated no matter what, so it's no different if they kill him with Dr Bai's medicine or with the altered heart meds or whatever it is that has given him the malaria. Are they wanting Dr Bai to be their scapegoat? Because that seems to be the only difference that I can see, you'd have Dr Bai added to the suspect pool. But he can finger the seamstress and Fake Li as KMT (and possibly the electrician as well) so that would just endanger them as much.

Ok so they needed women to be substitutes to keep the data even, but it looked like only one expert collapsed, so why was she replaced by 2 people? There must be a future reason for Nurse Shanshan to be inside the cabin as well. And did they seriously only have the nurses as the substitutes? Officer Hongmei or one of the other police women would have been ready to step up.

I am just waiting for all hell (and the ceiling) to break loose when the diggers blow a hole in the back of the tunnel, and quite possibly, the sealed cabin itself. Only 5 episodes to go!

[blazehedgehog]

Thoughts on the recent Nintendo Direct?

Things that jumped out at me:

Splatoon 3 Side Order really feels like, to me, somebody at Nintendo really likes NieR. Keep in mind, I have never played a NieR; I've only seen someone play the Xbox 360 version of the first one. But I definitely have that vibe.

A lot of Nintendo's porting/remaking efforts are starting to feel very strange to me:

Luigi's Mansion 2 on Switch, but not 1. Technically they "just" released Luigi's Mansion 1 on 3DS in 2018, but not only was that five years ago, it was on the jaggedy low-resolution 3DS. If they think LM2 deserves to be seen in HD on a TV, why not LM1? "Starting" at 2 like this is weird.

Similarly, it's weird they're doing Mario vs. DK and not starting with DK94. Both are great games, but again, they're kind of starting with the sequel.

Doing both Thousand Year Door and Super Mario RPG at the same time is also weird, especially given they're skipping the original Paper Mario. I guess that game is available through the NSO app, but it's kind of a jumble they'd remake an SNES game, skip the N64 game, and then remake a Gamecube game. They could have also put Super Mario RPG on the NSO SNES app, too. Again: Weird.

Another Code never entered my orbit in any way shape or form, so I feel nothing about that remake.

Princess Peach Showtime looks sort of interesting but somebody said "it looks like Wario: Master of Disguise but for Peach" and that thought alone left such a bad taste in my mouth I am keeping my distance from it for now.

Have no connection to SaGa or Detective Pikachu, so those do nothing for me. Actually, I think I played the Detective Pikachu demo on 3DS and that was in one ear and out the other for me.

The Tomb Raider remasters look bad. I've been curious about those games for some time now, because I think I understand more of what they want out of me mechanically now, but those look like $10 Xbox Live Arcade remasters and I bet the trilogy will sell for $40-$50.

Can't decide if Wayforward's Contra remake looks terrible or passable. It looks early as heck, so maybe it'll get more polish, but Wayforward's output can have some pretty wild swings in quality, so that's a hard "wait and see" at best. At least it looks better than Rogue Corps.

People were going wild for Vanillaware's new game (Unicorn Overlord) but I am not a strategy game person and I have no experience with Vanillaware games in any capacity.

It's weird for an American Nintendo Direct to talk about a small museum opening in Tokyo. I've never flown anywhere before, but a quick glance puts a plane ticket to Tokyo at nearly $2000. It's nice they brought it up, I guess, but the amount of Americans who saw that Direct and will actually be there during the time the Museum is open will probably be very, very small.

Good to see they're still making Amiibo, though they definitely aren't celebrating them like they used to. There's a weird part of me that wants to get Sora. I probably won't.

I have played F-Zero 99 now and it's kind of crazy how polished and nice it feels. A lot of these previous 99 games have felt expectedly low budget, but F-Zero 99 has a multi-phase tutorial and vehicle customization and a map voting system. It looks and feels really, really nice. I'm impressed.

It's funny how quickly they threw 1-2 Everybody Switch under the bus and are now talking up the WarioWare remaster that is a lot of very similar concepts.

Everyone I've seen talk about Dave the Diver seems to refuse to say why it's so cool, "it just is" and they never say anything else about it. The Direct here was the most I've seen of it in motion beyond just the first few basic dives and it actually does look pretty neat.

[profoundly-mediocre]

Ben Cortman Was Dead - 3

A 63 year old Ben Cortman sat in a large luxurious hot tub made of marble in a sleek modern bathroom. His penthouse overlooking Central Park was a favorite summer retreat. This was his 6th life now, each rebirth a rude intrusion to the natural expectation of mortality. But this was the first one he’d been born back into his original family. Ben Cortman, take 2. What was this? A glitch in the matrix or something?

“Fuck it!” he had decided early on. He wasn’t a history buff, but he knew Google, Nvidia, Netflix, and Bitcoin were going to be huge. Ben Cortman 2 lived a decidedly wealthier existence than the first, despite his chaotic childhood with an alcoholic father and absent mother. He worked hard as a young man and lived a frugal existence. He invested every extra penny in what he knew would be successful companies. He avoided all entertainment and anything that cost more than what was necessary to survive. It paid off.

His investments throughout his 20s were on point and grew exponentially throughout the early years of his life. Now he was extremely wealthy, which included not only material wealth, but all the extras that came with it like status and stunningly beautiful young girlfriends. 

#

A young woman entered the bathroom and her silk robe crumpled on the floor silently, revealing a slender and magazine gorgeous body. Ben caught her elegant motions in the reflection of the large floor to ceiling glass panels and popped a small pill into his mouth. She was 23 and had never expressed any interests to him beyond luxury goods and vacations. She willingly gave her body to Ben and even made it feel as if she truly desired him, but Ben knew it was the recent month on his yacht in Monaco and a shopping trip to Milan coupled with several visits to Fifth Avenue, not his winning personality or charming good looks, that she really desired.

She was graceful as she entered the water and made a show of it, slowly descending into the water. Ben’s eyes soaked her body up, fully appreciating what he felt must be a cheat code on life.

Her feet disturbed the nearly silent water surface. Then her long legs glided into the water. He paused and appreciated her well-groomed womanhood. That grooming alone had cost an excessive amount for most people, but Ben enjoyed it and she knew to show it off. The sapphire in her belly button was a mere trinket from one of many recent shopping trips. He happened to know her plump perky breasts were real, but he took in her eyes the longest as she slowly swam to him. Yes, she wanted him alright and he didn’t care that the desire centered on money. What a life he was having.

The pill was doing its job now and he welcomed her as she climbed onto him. She was an amazing lover. Right as he climaxed, Ben Cortman’s richly luxurious diet made sure that Ben Cortman was dead… again.

Pop… If that’s how Ben could describe the sound of entering the space between, there’d have to be sound. But there wasn’t really and so the pop was more of a sensation, if there were sensations.

Ben knew where he was. The last few times he’d been here he’d experienced more of it. He knew it was more than what his normal senses were used to. The warmth, the bright light, the sound were all he was equipped to experience, but there was more here. The five senses were almost perceiving it, but the wires were crossed or out of phase.

“Please, tell me why this is happening,” Ben… said? Maybe it was more of a verbal thought. 

Something was here and Ben knew it, but not directly. The sound of more warmth. Light that smelled sweeter. He heard something press on his… being… What was he just now anyway?

The Space Between. That’s what he’d come to think of it as. Not really a place. Had he started experiencing more of it this time? This felt… longer or maybe just more defined. 

There is definitely something else there, but Ben couldn’t figure out how to… look at it, touch it, listen to it, see it… It’s definitely here.

#

The previous 5 times Ben Cortman had been born with his conscious mind could be described as painful, or at least uncomfortable. The sensation of being squeezed from a woman’s body cavity came with a massive headache usually followed by an uncomfortable cold and overwhelming need to take a shit. Being poked and prodded by blurry beings while you screamed for them to stop. That was his experience of birth.

But he was now birthing into a different reality, unlike the Space Between or the material world. Ben felt more like a sheet was being removed to reveal a world perfectly obscured by it. But he wasn’t an infant or even a child. This was different from his 6 life times and the Space Between. He tried to take in the details of his surroundings, but nothing would come into focus. He could have been in a shopping mall or on a beach. An office setting. A coffee shop. Details of an abstract painting so abstracted it could be anything.

Ben raised his hand and looked at it. This was an odd experience. Space felt like a fluid and he couldn’t focus on his hand or even determine that it was a hand, but there was something where he was looking that could have been a hand. Was he hallucinating? 

“Hello?” Ben spoke/thought. The sound/idea bounced oddly in ways that didn’t meet Ben’s expectations of a solid world. This was like someone’s idea of what human perception of space-time was. Someone that had read about it, but not experienced it. 

Before Ben could formulate more thoughts, a familiar and unwelcome sensation struck him. The headache. The feeling of extreme constriction like he couldn’t possibly be squeezed through a tiny pin hole. The cold didn’t follow, though, and it was more like he was unpackaged than pushed through.

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2341-A439-K329 was born in the year 2341, one of nearly 10,000 genetically identical androgynous bio-engineered humans. Born for the purpose of servitude to a class of elites that measured their wealth in terms of planets, this was unlike any of Ben's previous experiences. It was a vast and cruel galactic empire he would barely get to know.

Ben would get his chance to see the Space Between again at the young age of 13 when he made the unforgivable mistake of looking at his master's lover. He was hung upside down and whipped in the servants quarters as an example and then left to die slowly of thirst while his peers were forbidden to help unless they wanted to join him.

[curlyxxx]

Hi! I really like making beats, recently started to make a discord server🔞 where only a few of my friends have joined.... Most of them are people that I've met in the last year or sooner. All of them haven't treated me any differently from me being as myself as I can be. Normally, I don't share my thought's or creative outputs due to fear of judgment. I've made this Tumblr for me to post anything on my mind or to post openly. Anyways😅

...

My name is Curly, I'm a Transgender female, in my 20s... I've been involved with music for 10+ years but this year, I started Producing my own beats. Previous experiences has lead me to Video editing (12+ years). I haven't only spent my time living in the City.. I grew up kind of in the mix between country & Bigger Cities.. Younger me liked to explore a lot, I'd go on walks and disappear for hours listening to the same tracks on an iPod Classics... One of those old ones with 256gb. I maxed out the storage in middle school. I'm glad to be out of the toxic space I was in & I kinda finally feel like I'm headed in the direction I want to be going. Through my journey, I've lived in the woods (a fishing resort) for about 4 months. Learning all kinds of trades. With stories like being charged by a bear with mom's cubs climbing a tree😆. - I should note I normally use a lot of emojis... I tend to because I feel as though I can't articulate myself properly... Plus I really don't want people to misinterpret what I'm saying at all...😅 I enjoy gaming... So much to the point I've been guided by a friend to make a game. I've been taking my time to learn & slowly get organized, as I move soon. More Space! I finally get to use 2 monitors again & have a setup with a decent chair.. The game I'm going to make is a visual novel, I have 2 - I'm currently working on with a few other ideas I could work on in the future... I'm learning pieces of Python, Ren'py and small amounts of other code. I'll be making the entire visual novel myself, both games! I might get some help through people I meet through my future journey.. & I really look forward to it! but I'm currently still in a learning phase for what I really wanna do. It took me a really long time to realize or find the right people I needed to surround myself with... or I guess people I want to be around! I'll probably post again tomorrow, but I don't really have a schedule until the move... I really enjoy writing, I spent most of my high school years trying to figure out how rhythm works with words... Trying to match words to a beat... Took me a really long time to figure out on my own. Now, I'm so grateful for the people around that have nurtured me especially when I was most vulnerable. I care very deeply for those around me & sticking around. I was essentially left in the Dust by a group of YouTubers trying to make a Quick Buck during the Pandemic. I never made a penny... I tried to keep up with their level of business and dug myself a hole... Now I'm building what I hope to be my future from this point on. All I want to do is draw & learn... I want to constantly Learn from/with people. I have a huge interest in what's going to come in the future! Hope whoever reads this has a good weekend. Hopefully I'll post again soon. Stream plz cut it out by Curly | Listen online for free on SoundCloud

[decorosoft01]

Elevating Business Success: Why Decorosoft Stands as the Best Web Development Company in USA

In today's rapidly changing digital world having an effective internet presence is crucial for companies to succeed. With more consumers turning online to find goods and services, the importance of having a properly designed site cannot be overemphasized. This is the place where Decorosoft is a top website development business within the USA stands out the most. Its unwavering dedication to excellence, and its history of producing outstanding outcomes, Decorosoft stands out as the preferred choice for companies looking to build a solid position in the online world.

The key to the success of Decorosoft lies its team comprised of skilled experts with a passion for pushing the boundaries of web design. With decades of experience and an in-depth knowledge of the latest trends in the industry Our designers and developers are equipped with the skills needed to transform your ideas into real. If you're a start-up looking to get noticed or an established company looking to give to give it a modern look, Decorosoft has the talent and capabilities to fulfill the needs of your business.

One of the main reason for why Decorosoft is considered to be the top Web Development Company in USA is its constant focus on the satisfaction of its clients. We realize that every company has its own uniqueness, and comes and has its own specific goals and obstacles. This is why we make the effort to listen to our customers, comprehend their needs, and adapt the solutions to meet their needs. The collaborative process ensures that the final solution not only meets, but is more than expected, resulting in tangible outcomes for our customers.

Apart from our client-centric strategy, Decorosoft sets itself apart by its dedication to technological advancement and innovation. We believe staying on top of trends is vital in a business that is as fast-paced as development for web. Our team constantly researches new methods, tools and frameworks that can provide top-of-the-line solutions. If it's responsive designs, advanced web applications or even the most recent front-end library, Decorosoft has the expertise in leveraging these technologies for your benefit.

One of the factors that separates Decorosoft as the top Web Development Company business that we work with in the USA is the wide assortment of offerings. From design and development of websites to e-commerce services and websites, we can provide full range of services that can meet your needs in every way. We ensure that each aspect of your website's presence is carefully designed and developed to perfection and results in a seamless and smooth user experience.

In addition, Decorosoft prides itself on the transparency and collaboration procedure. Communication is the key to success in a relationship, and this is the reason we ensure that our clients are kept up-to-date and informed at every phase of the project. If you've got a concern or suggestion, or just want to know the latest information on the progress of your project Our team is available to react quickly. This transparency helps build trust, and makes sure that your final product will align with your goals and vision.

What truly makes Decorosoft from other companies as the top web design and development company in USA is our unwavering dedication to high-quality. We consider excellence not an option, but it is a requirement that needs to be maintained in all that we accomplish. From the smallest of details in code to the complete quality of the user's experience, we aim for the highest quality in all that we do. The quality of our work has brought us the trust and respect of our customers, who keep coming back to us for all their requirements in web development often and again.

To conclude, Decorosoft stands as the top of the line in web-based development within the USA. We have a unique knowledge, our customer-centric strategy, commitment to innovation and a constant commitment to quality We have built our status as one of the most reliable on the market. No matter if you're a tiny startup or a huge corporation you can depend on Decorosoft to produce outstanding results to propel your business ahead in the age of digital.

[agentromanoffsir]

neocities guide - why you should build your own html website

do you miss the charm of the 90s/00s web where sites had actual personality instead of the same minimalistic theme? are you feeling drained by social media and the constant corporate monopoly of your data and time? do you want to be excited about the internet again? try neocities!!

what is neocities?

neocities is a free hosting website that lets you build your own html website from scratch, with total creative control. in their own words: "we are tired of living in an online world where people are isolated from each other on boring, generic social networks that don't let us truly express ourselves. it's time we took back our personalities from these sterilized, lifeless, monetized, data mined, monitored addiction machines and let our creativity flourish again."

why should I make my own website?

web3 has been overtaken by capitalism & conformity. websites that once were meant to be fun online social spaces now exist solely to steal your data and sell you things. it sucks!! building a personal site is a great way to express yourself and take control of your online experience.

what would I even put on a website?

the best part about making your own site is that you can do literally whatever the hell you want! focus on a specific subject or make it a wild collection of all your interests. share your art! make a shrine for one of your interests! post a picture of every bird you see when you step outside! make a collection of your favorite blinkies! the world is your oyster !! here are some cool example sites to inspire you: recently updated neocities sites | it can be fun to just look through these and browse people's content! space bar | local interstellar dive bar creature feature | halloween & monsters big gulp supreme peanutbuttaz | personal site dragodiluna linwood | personal site patho grove | personal site

getting started: neocities/html guide

sound interesting? here are some guides to help you get started, especially if you aren't familiar with html/css sadgrl.online webmastery | a fantastic resource for getting started with html & web revival. also has a layout builder that you can use to start with in case starting from scratch is too intimidating web design in 4 minutes | good for learning coding basics w3schools | html tutorials templaterr | demo & html for basic web elements eggramen test pages | css page templates to get started with sadgrl background tiles | bg tiles rivendell background tiles | more free bg tiles

fun stuff to add to your site

want your site to be cool? here's some fun stuff that i've found blinkies-cafe | fantastic blinkie maker! (run by @transbro & @graphics-cafe) gificities | internet archive of 90s/00s web gifs internet bumper stickers | web bumper stickers momg | gif gallery 99 gif shop | 3d gifs 123 guestbook | add a guestbook for people to leave messages cbox | add a live chat box moon phases | track the phases of the moon gifypet | a little clickable page pet adopt a shroom | mushroom page pet tamaNOTchi | virtual pet crossword puzzle | daily crossword imood | track your mood neko | cute cat that chases your mouse pollcode | custom poll maker website hit counter | track how many visitors you have

web revival manifestos & communities

also, there's actually a pretty cool community of people out there who want to bring joy back to the web! melonland project | web project/community celebrating individual & joyful online experiences. Also has an online forum melonland intro to web revival | what is web revival? melonking manifesto | status cafe | share your current status nightfall city | online community onio.cafe | leave a message and enjoy the ambiance sadgrl internet manifesto | yesterweb internet manifesto | sadly defunct, still a great resource reclaiming online social spaces | great manifesto on cultivating your online experience

in conclusion

i want everyone to make a neocities site because it's fun af and i love seeing everyone's weird personal sites that they made outside of the control of capitalism :) say hi to me on neocities

EDIT: part 2!!

[skylarmoon71]

Bumblebee (Transformers) - Chapter 1

Meeting Bumblebee and Sam was possibly the best thing to happen in your life. At heart you’d always been a nerd. In high school that really wasn’t a flex. You always sort of knew Sam. He was constantly running a little hussle on the side. 

It was adorable. 

But after the fight in the national city, things changed. Sam changed and then you met his cousin Bumblebee. You just assumed it was some kind of nickname. Your little crew had expanded. It was just you, Sam, Mickeala and Bee. You couldn’t have been happier. Especially since they were the only ones that seem to believe your theory of alien existence. 

Most people thought it was just a phase, but you were a scientist and you’d been studying the markings and messages since the battle that the government tried to cover up. 

They said it was an international attack and everyone just believed it. 

None of it made sense. 

You were determined to prove that with the help of your friends. 

“Bee! You won’t believe what I found!!” 

His blue eyes sparkled at your call, brown hair a bit tousled from whatever activity he’d been doing in the living room of the Witwicky household. You had pretty much become a member of the family. 

“Well Hello (Y/N) it’s always nice to see you. Can I get you anything?” Judy asked. You shook your head. 

“No thanks Mrs. Witwicky, I just had a scientific breakthrough. Come on Bee!!” 

You grabbed his hand, leading him to the backyard as you dropped your bag. With notebook in hand, you flipped the pages taking a seat as Bumblebee joined you. 

“What did you find?” He looked intrigued. The second his eyes landed on the symbols you drew, he swallowed. 

“I’ve been trying to decipher these for months and I think I finally cracked the code. “ 

There were a few scribbles, and next to the foreign writing was a few notes. “ 

“Bee these symbols have to be alien and I think I figured out what this one means. It says prime.” 

He was impressed that you were even able to translate the writing. 

“Of course there’s a lot more, it has to be, but I don’t have the entire message. So prime must mean something. In a lot of other languages it means savior or leader.” Your brows were furrowed as you reached for your computer from your bag, pulling up some sites to correlate. 

“Whatever it means, I'm getting close, I can feel it. I’m almost done with my radio system too. Plus John said that if I helped him with the last three cars that I could use the junkyard to hook up my portal. “ You did a little cheer. 

“It’s all starting to look up!!” 

You were overly excited, and Bee wanted to share your joy. But he couldn’t. Because all the answers you were looking for were right in front of you. It killed him not to tell you the truth, but Optimus was very clear about involving anyone else in this war. While they had an alliance with the navy, it was agreed that staying hidden, at least for the time being, was the best call. There were still Decepticons out there hunting them. Wanting to cause harm to the human race. They couldn’t allow that. 

“I’m protecting her.” 

That’s what he kept telling himself. 

Everyone around you knew the truth and Bee was worried that when you did find out, it wouldn’t be as exciting as you hoped. 

“Hey Bee, you okay?” 

You took notice of the sadden expression. He looked up, letting out a breath and he forced himself once again to lie to you for your safety. 

“I’m fine, I just did really bad on a test recently.”

“Why didn’t you say anything! It’s algebra isn’t it? I can help you. This alien stuff can wait. I have plenty of time to become a scientific genius. First I gotta make sure my best friend makes it through high school.” 

You placed all your items down with a grin, and the pit in his stomach just became worse. You literally just dropped everything to help him because you thought he was struggling. His spark felt a bit cold in his chest. 

“Come on, let’s go study.” You started shoving your items into your bag as you nudged his shoulder with a giggle. When you moved to the door, Sam came running out. 

“Bee Opti-Uh I mean your dad needs to talk to you pronto!!” 

Bumblebee’s eyes lifted, and you looked a bit worried. 

“Is your dad doing okay?” 

He almost forgot that even Optimus’s existence was another cover story. 

Bumblebee nods. 

“He’s doing better.” He assured you.

As far as you knew his father had an illness, hence his reason for living with Sam. You’d never even question why you were never able to meet him. One night you’d just sat down and told him that you understood what it was like losing a parent to an illness. You’d been raised by your grandparents. You barely remembered your parents because you’d lost them so early in life. Then shortly after you’d lost your grandfather. Now it was just you and your grandmother. 

His gut twisted, and he bid you goodbye, following Sam out the door. He hoped that this distraction would help his conscience. 

[thelampisaflashlight]

What You’ve Had, What You Want

[Dew deals with some complicated emotions and hurts his ass. No, like, really, he falls on his tailbone.]

It’s hard to conceptualize the act of falling in love, to envision the process of becoming thoroughly smitten with someone beyond the desire to make them look at you and only you... not for a lack of trying.

Dew wonders if you’re supposed to try, to fall in love that is.

If it’s meant to feel like some great effort instead of simple and easy, “natural” as a friend had put it once, but nothing about the idea of loving someone felt natural to him.

It felt awkward, clunky, and the feeling hardly ever grew past infatuation.

He’d experienced one too many times what it’s like to confess and have feelings reciprocated, only to realize he had enjoyed the chase more than the relationship itself.

If people were going to speak of what was natural, then Dew thinks it’s in his nature to want to be desired, sought after, but never caught up in something as ridiculous as dating.

All told, he isn’t sure it’s not part of his nature, being born of demons from the Second and the Ninth, the desire to remain unclaimed in everyway, free to be whoever or whatever he wants to be, it’s probably coded into his very DNA, and his upbringing had not exactly nurtured a soft, romantic side in him...

Though, maybe it doesn’t have anything to do with either of those things, maybe he’s just a bit broken, thinking romance is pointless, that beyond the... uhh... physical benefits, there’s not much point in getting attached to a person beyond making friends... though his friends did mean the more to him than anything.

Not that he’d ever admit such a thing aloud.

He’s plenty good at showing his affection towards his friends, whom he considers like family to him, but once he has a partner...

It’s like he’s just going through the motions.

Dew can learn all the things the person likes, memorize all the little things that matter to them, but at the end of the day... it just feels taxing.

He has to wonder if there’s not a way to skip the whole dating phase and just settle into a “dating but not dating” set-up, one where it does feel natural, but beyond ruining a friendship with romantic feelings, he doesn’t think it’s possible.

At least he didn’t.

He’d call whatever this is an exception rather than a rule, a fluke, a hiccup in the system... but even still, Dew can’t bring himself to push the issue, not wanting to fuck things up and lose someone after finding out it’s just his capricious heart acting up again.

It’s frustrating, because he knows.

He knows it feels different from the times before, that whatever is happening now feels... safe.

Easy.

And he hates it.

He wants to rip whatever confession is lingering on his tongue out and grind it into the dirt.

He doesn’t want to hurt or lose this person over something as stupid as this.

Worst of all though?

He’s scared they don’t like him back.

Scared!

That’s not how it’s supposed to work, and he wants to tell his anxious mind, “Since when did you start being so damned self conscious?!”

But, instead, he settles for throwing rocks into the lake by the edge of the little forest by the abbey.

The speed at which he moves to pick up and throw the rocks along the shoreline is impressive, if not a bit silly, and a touch dangerous given how slippery they’ve become from the recent rainfall.

One harsh swing of his arm, combined with a lack of sure footing has him landing on his ass, smacking his tailbone against the stones below, and grunting out a noise somewhere between a groan and an indignant shout.

Great, a bruised ass to go along with his bruised ego.

Dew rolls onto his side and pushes himself up into a seated position, watching the morning fog roll off the lake, creating an ominous shroud around him, hiding his shame as he leans forward to rest his head on his knees.

For all his complicated feelings a moment ago, he’s cooled off immensely, emotionally and physically, in just one tumble onto the ground.

Now he just feels... tired, maybe? Tired and...

Oh, ooohhh... yeah, maybe he shouldn’t sit here for too long, because his ass actually does hurt.

“I’m a fucking idiot.” he grimaces.

[crescencestudio]

Devlog #27 | 01.24.23

Hi everyone!

Wow, it’s been a while! I didn’t realize how long it’s been until I had to go searching for the last devlog to see what my progress has been since then LOL. I hope you all have been well and that 2023 has been kind to you so far <3 

Before we start, I wanted to show our holiday art in case anyone missed it! For the end of the year, we met Fenir under the mistletoe and many people gave him kissies (someone also grabbed his face).

We also wanted to celebrate Lunar New Year with bunny Aisa 🥰

Now for the actual updates. I’ll put them below the cut, so I’m not clogging up everyone’s feed! 

Writing

Last time we talked, I said I was making headway on Druk’s first draft. That was a lie LMAO. I’ve switched from Druk to Fenir and have been spending most of my time getting Fenir’s first draft finished. I am VERY close to finishing the first draft—I only have one chapter left.

I think by the time the first draft will be finished, we’ll be sitting at around 30k words; however, this is before I’ve put in things like fun little romance scenes, choices and branches, etc. So Fenir’s route is shaping up to be in a similar range to Kayn’s \o/

Regarding Kayn’s route, we are sitting at 50k+ words wee! I’m super happy with where the script is at right now, especially for it being the developmental phase ^^

Art

golden hour in alaris ✨ 

In general, the BGs needed for the demo are wrapping up. Because I anticipated this part to take the longest (since there’s just SO many BGs), it means I’m going to be balancing more of my focus on the updated demo as well—focusing more on updating the CGs, coding the soundtrack and VA in, updating the script a bit, cleaning that godforsaken bug, etc. I don’t have a solid estimate on when the updated demo will be ready, but I will update you all immediately when I do <3 

Recently, Vui finished up Etza’s room as well as the Market date BG. He also has been working on the Cafe BG, which in my biased opinion looks sososoosososo cute. I just have the sketch right now, and because of Lunar New Year, he is on a (much deserved) break. But I’m very excited to show you all (because obviously I’m going to show you because I have no impulse control and I get excited over everything) the final product! 

kayn’s updated demo cg

I’ve continued to work on CGs. Some of it has been updating demo CGs, while some of it has been working on CGs for Kayn’s route. As you can see, with updated ones, my style has changed a lot since the demo. So I’ve slowly been going back in for each of the LIs demo CGs and updating them! It hasn’t been too bad, but I am nervous about the duo ones lmao. I’m not very good at composition that involves more than one subject, so we’ll see how those go ha... ha...

I sat down and actually planned out and did the math for the CGs required for Kayn’s route, and it’s looking like it’ll be around 8-10! Because this amount will be consistent across routes, it means the final CG number for Alaris will be around 48-60 CGs. Looking at that number makes me want to cry a bit, but I know I’ll be working on these throughout the entire year, so it hopefully won’t feel as overwhelming as it looks on paper.

I have most of the sketches finished for Kayn’s CGs (and even some sketches/finished pieces for some of the other LIs), and it honestly hasn’t been too painful of a process, so hopefully it stays that way lol! 

Additional Notes

Something I’ve had to start thinking about is getting beta testers again.  I bring this up mainly because once Kayn’s route finishes the developmental phase, I’m going to start creating the beta version of their route. Additionally, the new demo will need beta testers.

I’m realizing now with the scope of Alaris, I’ll probably need.... a lot lol. The Alaris demo has a bug that didn’t come up for my beta testing team but has affected some players, and the bug literally makes a part of me die every time I think about it. The demo was much smaller in scope compared to the full game, and I kept the beta testing team small because I didn’t think I would have to make it super super big. But now, I’m realizing the more people involved with the beta testing process, the better so I can ensure a cleaner product.

I’m still not sure how I’ll go about “recruiting” beta testers. It will most likely be a tier available in the upcoming Patreon, but aside from that, I’ll have to give it more consideration!

“Market Research”

And then of course I have been playing visual novels and simping---who do you think I am?? I recently finished V’s route in Mystic Messenger. Wow, that was a ride LOL. I don’t actually have anything drawn up for him, but the experience was so wild, I felt the need to share anyways. 

I started playing Piofiore, though! I’ve surprisingly been enjoying it. Nicola is my bbg. I only have Dante and Gilbert’s routes left, so we’ll see if one of them changes anything!

It was also Toasty’s birthday recently, and while I hadn’t planned on drawing anything to celebrate, I did because a sleepy Toasty was too powerful to ignore. 

[drawloverlala]

May Status Update

It’s May! well basically like an hour into it lol 😆, anyways I wanted to write an entry about stuff and the progress on my current commission batch! 

Commission batch work in progress:

🌸 Commissions without background: 11 in total

1 still not started

3 still on sketch phase

1 is on base colors

5 are finished! 

🌸 Commissions with background: 4 in total

still not started: 2

sketch in progress: 3

from last time I got 2 commissions more, that before I was waiting on which listing they were supposed to belong to, it was basically 1 and 1 from each one! 

and yeah, I’m hoping to keep making progress on these this new month! and I’m looking forward to try some other stuff as well!

some more ramblings under the line here

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I recently finished some notebooks I was working on since the beginning of this year, and I’m hoping to be able to sell them on Facebook maybe? I don’t intend to make too much with them since, they’re still far from very professional looking notebooks 😅, but I’m also wanting to invest on more supplies, and I’m taking notes as well to keep learning how to make these better!

I certainly learned a lot during the process of making these XD, I made a lot of mistakes as well lol 

Also, here you can see the 2 designs I did, I did another one but the printer ran out of ink and I couldn’t use it lol, (another thing I gotta invest in the future is inks or maybe a new printer lol) and you can see here my Cinch machine! 

honestly I’m super tired, I finished these today and I had to store all materials and such again... and ugh... I seriously NEED a shelf to put all these machines and supplies, every time I’m going to use them I gotta take them all out of boxes and they are all under more boxes...gotta put them on boxes again and put everything again in order next to my bed..it also doesn’t look all too nice in there, so I’m going to start seriously looking for shelves next month 😆 

Other thing I wanted to ramble about, I recently got into Inkblot!  it’s a new art site, it has like around 1 year I think?, it’s still in development but so far it’s been pretty alright, Here’s my site so far:

I’ve been wanting to use it to put all my commission art, I’ve finally catch up to last year’s work, so I can start posting this year work! I also want to put my other works here, kinda using it as a general gallery like the one I had with Deviant art.

There’s still so much I haven’t put here, but slowly filling with art! still doesn’t feel as my old DA’s gallery and sometimes the site loads pretty slowly, but I want to give it a chance since it’s still pretty new, I look forward to see how it evolves. the community part at least seems pretty chill so far! 

also has this very cool feature, where you can make comparisons!! it has a sort of thing that you move it and you can see the difference between both pictures. 

I’ll definitely still be using Tumblr for art gallery as well, I already have posted a lot of art here anyways lol, I’ve managed to organize a lot of my art with the tags as well, although I think I’ll also be separating commission art without background and with backgrounds, that way they are all not too mixed up! 

Oh also, I’ve learned about Neocities! recently people were talking about it on Twitter, and seems like a cool option for a personalized website! although may first have to learn more about html coding 😆

Neocities is an open source site, you can own a site here and customize it however you want, but you gotta do it from scratch! it’s honestly pretty cool, I think customization of Tumblr themes is pretty close to this,

but even so, if you check the sites from here just for fun, THEY ARE FANTASTIC! it’s like taking a look at internet in 2008, the customization value is so cool!

I personally find very fun the customization options like this, I may want to give this a try some day 😄

Well I think that’s all, this ramble became a bit too long lol but well, thanks if you read this far! 

Hope you have a great first week of May! 

[universal-kitty]

.: Encounters of the Handsome Kind :.

    My SI’s first meeting with Jack, before he’d ever become Handsome Jack to begin with! Vaguely “canon” for this ship- as I still debate sometimes over that- but if I ever confirmed anything... This would be how it went/goes down!

[ Handsome Jack x Rena Marlow ]

    The first time Handsome Jack met Rena Marlow, he wasn’t even Handsome Jack at the time, something he never quite forgave himself for over the years. People knowing who he used to be? Horrifying. They have to all die, immediately.

    ...Except for her. He let her live more than once and it surely showed how much she meant to him because of that.

    With that said, how did they first meet?

    He was a lowly programmer when he first saw her. She was in the cafeteria, eating by herself...and Jack was curious about her from that moment on. Who was that mousey little nerd, so quiet and all alone? Why? Did she not make friends around here? Gladstone was certainly a chattery type; did this hint she even avoided him?

        It was incredible to him. Jack had to learn more, but never quite got the chance...

    Until one fateful day...

    Rena had been frazzled, hair more of a mess than usual and shadows under her eyes from overworking herself. Again. She was basically legendary in Hyperion for that already; everyone knew she did, even those not in R&D.

    Jack had been feeling pretty exhausted, himself. Working late hours to fix code that had been fighting him for hours... It was nearing completion, but he was taking a break to get snacks and a coffee before applying himself all over again.

    The one moment he was rubbing his eyes, Rena turned the corner...and they collided. Jack wasn’t too phased, stumbling back a bit and blinking in surprise. Rena, however, fell backwards into her butt with a sharp squawk, papers spilling from her arms. A bunch of research papers and complicated calculations... Jack was tempted to look through them, but honestly, there was his own work to be done later, so... He went the gentlemen route and got down on a knee, helping her gather papers.

    “Geez, I’m sorry-“

    “Don’t be,” she assured, groaning softly as she moved and started getting her papers in order, too. “I wasn’t looking where I was going...and.... Yeah.” A pause, glancing up at him. “Um.... John, right?”

    Jack winced harshly at the name, freezing in reaching for a paper on the ground. That name... It wasn’t his anymore. Why do people keep calling him by that name...?

    “It’s Jack,” he responded curtly, no longer interested in being polite. He’d still help, but he knew the drill by now; she’d ignore him or ask why, and it’d just grate on his nerves. He didn’t need to explain himself to anyone, so they just needed to—

    “Oh...! Sorry, Jack.” He looks up in honest, open surprise, admiring the sheepish look on her face. An...apology? She even...seemed actually sorry...? This felt too good to be true. “Um... Thanks, Jack.”

    ...His second wife divorced him recently, but he was a fool in wolf’s clothing and was falling already.

    “It’s alright... Uh-! No problem! Rena, yeah?”

    “Mhm,” was her short reply, gathering the last of her papers and accepting the others Jack reluctantly handed over. “Anyways, I have to go... I have stuff to deliver to Gladstone. Was nice talking to you, Jack.”

    “Yeah, same... W-Wait-! Hold on—“ She was already rushing off to elsewhere...wherever the fuck Gladstone wandered off to. Jack found himself watching her leave and feeling rather...empty. His one interaction with the rare creature that was Rena Marlow...and she ran off without much adieu. Nothing of note from that interaction that he had so hoped for...

    Aside from the warm feeling of attention and care, he supposed. Corrected herself. Used his preferred name without question... He wanted that in his life with a burning passion.

    Yet he still forced himself to leave that spot in the hallway, and get his energy from quick-snacks and coffee back at his personal desk.

    He’d forget about that meeting, over time. Later consumed with Vaults and hunting for power that his siren daughter assisted with. It wasn’t until far later, Rena asleep in his bed and Handsome Jack wide awake due to a nightmare that he remembered that chance meeting at all. Before they became the most powerful, knowledgeable scientist in the six galaxies. Before he took over Hyperion from Tassiter’s slimy grip.

    Just a tech geek and a nobody scientist. A chance meeting that sparked his want...and now, he had his wish from all those years ago.         He had Rena “Gremlin” Marlow as his. Accepted him for all he was...just like he knew they would, back then.

    Angel even adored them! The parent she missed out on having... Sure, Jack couldn’t benefit from her siren powers anymore due to Rena’s interference, but watching them get along so well... Kinda made getting rid of Core Angel worth it. Especially getting more family time with her... He really did miss that.

    It was nice and maybe waaaayy better than he deserved...but worth it.

    The thought would lull him back to sleep with ease, slinging his arm back over Rena’s middle as he sighed comfortably; no more nightmares plaguing him that night.