mikeladel

[cupcaketeddybehr]

when your credit card declines pt. 1

featuring: nanami and toji (pt. 2 with sukuna, geto, and gojo coming soon!! i was going to include it all in one but wanted to feed you guys because its been soooo long!)

thank you so much to @luvxoxo for the request!! i loved writing it and hope this is what you had in mind!! for anyone that has a request/just wants to chat, my ask box is open!!

so sorry this took so long! i promise i'm back 💗

Nanami

you decide to take yourself on a little shopping spree after surviving this week (or most of it anyways). today’s entitled customers pushed you over the edge, with the workday ending with a screaming match and the bakery closing early. after running it for the past five years, you hadn’t gotten a customer as rude as the one you got today. upset about their iced tea having too much ice, they proceeded to throw the entire glass on nobara, one of your employees.

after trying to call your boyfriend, kento, and his phone going to voicemail, you started to lose it. practically glaring a hole through your phone, you waited for the voicemail beep. when it went off, so did you.

“kento i’m so fucking annoyed right now. i hate everyone and i just need to go shopping. don’t wait for me for dinner, i’ll be at the mall.”

angrily speeding out of the bakery parking lot and to the mall, you slam the car door as you take out your credit card, ready to spend your entire life’s savings on retail therapy. you weren’t even sure how much you had in your bank account, but you were ready to test it.

you walk into onitsuka tiger and begin pulling things off the rack. after eying their newest runway collection in your favorite youtuber’s videos, you have your heart set on their winter coats and midi dresses. you also need at least two of their shoes in different colors.

too bothered to try anything on, you walk to the counter with everything in your arms. people glance over their shoulders at you, watching you periodically drop things on your way to the cashier. you grumble and bend down to pick the clothes up, still too annoyed to care about anything besides your shopping. as you approach, you spot a familiar blondie talking to the cashier.

he turns around with a concerned look in his eyes and a gigantic onitsuka tiger bag in his hand. he walks towards you after glancing behind him to thank the cashier. “sweetheart… i listened to your voicemail... are you okay? do you want to get some wetzel’s pretzels and talk about it?”

while you look at him, confused, he takes all the clothes from your hands and walks around the store to put them back. “we can get the cinnamon kind you like” he tries.

“ken, I was going to buy those.” you snap, mildy infuriated.

he pulls your resisting body into a hug and kisses your forehead. “honey, you spent almost the entirety of your bank account on those three pairs of gentle monster sunglasses last week” he chuckles.

you glare at him. saying “no i did not,” knowing full well that you did. your ‘entire life’s savings’ was currently at a grand total of 50 dollars.

he takes your hand and brushes your fisted knuckles with his thumb as hands you the giant bag in his hands. “text me next time you run out of money, okay? i want to provide for you.”

“but you never spend money on yourself, ken.” you say, slowly looking through the bag. in it is every single thing you had in your hands earlier and more. the black denim dress, long brown coat, navy blue shoes, and much, much more. you look up at your boyfriend, eyes watering at his gesture.

he shakes his head, “you and what you want matter more to me than anything else.” he runs his hand over the back of your head, fingers gently caressing your hair. “i know this week was especially hard for you so i had these waiting here for pickup since wednesday. you just beat me here.” he chuckles. “i know this doesn’t make up for those shitty customers, but i hope it makes you feel better.”

you hug him tightly, “how did you know?”

he kisses the top of your head, “i’ve been looking at your pinterest boards for inspiration”

you pull him in for a kiss, “genuinely, honey, I don’t know how i got so lucky with you.”

“i’m the one who’s lucky, sweetheart.” he says.

Toji

you walk through the mall with your boyfriend, squealing with excitement as you spot the new jellycat diner. “TOJI! look!” you point happily. “which one should i get? should i get the pizza? no wait, maybe i’ll get the hot dog… no WAIT-“

he chuckles, “doll, didn’t your paycheck just come in? you can probably get a bunch.”

you look at him with giant puppy dog eyes, “wanna buy it for me?”

he scratches the back of his neck, “uhh… i might’ve spent my entire paycheck at the casino… sorry, ma”

“oh my god, ‘ji, how are we supposed to eat?” you rub your forehead, “you promised no more casino.”

he pulls your hand closer to him, “i know… shiu wanted to go for his birthday and i got carried away. i’m really sorry, doll.”

you huff, “if you go again, i’m going to shoot you.” stomping off without him, you pick up the two jellycats you want and bring them to the counter. “just these two, please!” the cashier bundles them up for you and motions for you to swipe your card.

“your card declined, could you try swiping it again?” the cashier asks.

you internally panic. “sure!” you say, swiping it again. you’re starting to doubt the fact that you cashed your paycheck in. unfortunately for you, your card declines three more times and you end up walking out of the store embarassed and empty handed.

after listening to toji’s endless apologies on the way home, he promises to make it up to you when he receives his next paycheck. you nod, deciding to forgive him before heading out to dinner with your best friend, shoko. with the amount of money in your card, you’re pretty sure that all you can afford is an onigiri from 7/11.

as you pull out of the driveway, you think you hear the whirring of your ancient sewing machine, but you’re not quite sure. you’re not even sure if that thing works anyway.

when you return home, toji’s nowhere to be found. knowing that he didn’t have plans to work today, you wander through the rooms of your apartment, calling his name. when you get to the dining table, you spot a half-crumpled post-it and concerningly ugly plushies that you think are kinda ugly-cute.

as you get closer, you realize that they kind of resemble the pizza and hotdog jellycat plushies you almost bought at the mall. their drawn-on sharpie eyes stare back at you as you take in their half-sewn and half-glue-gunned appearance. they have hot glue strings and threads poking out of the sides, but you’re falling in love with them nonetheless. you laugh as you think about toji giving up on using the sewing machine halfway through. hugging them tightly, you read the post-it toji left on the table.

"hey doll, i’ll be back in a bit, just finishing up something real quick. love you" it reads, with a hastily scribbled heart.

fifteen minutes later, toji walks through the door, hair tousled and the real jellycat pizza and hot dog plushies in one arm and chinese takeout in the other.

he grins, “hey doll.”

you run up to him and throw your arms around his neck. “did you make these?” you ask, referring to his handmade plushies.

he grimaces a little, “yeah, they’re kinda ugly, huh?”

you laugh and shake your head, “no, ‘ji, i love them, thank you so much”

he hands you the jellycats in his hands, “i got the real ones for you too because i can’t fuckin’ look at my ugly ones”

when you look at his hands, you see that they’re covered in glue gun burns and bandages. you run your hands over the sewing machine and glue gun damages asking, “i thought you didn’t have money?”

“i pickpocketed people on the street.”

you look at him, “toji, please, for the love of god, tell me that you’re joking.”

he just laughs, “yeah sure doll, i’m just jokin’” he says, knowing you don’t believe him in the slightest.

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[thepersonperson]

Sukuna's Loneliness Part 1

(Thoughts on Sukuna's Dehumanization as of JJK 261.)

Part 2

Some things to keep in mind...

1) This analysis deals with topics of ableism, racism, and discrimination. (Very brief suicidal ideation mention.)

2) I will be mainly using the TCB scans because of their accessibility. 

3) There are a lot of links so you know I'm not making stuff up. The sources are both formal and informal. Please do research on some of the discussed topics to gain a better understanding of them.

(Click pictures for captions/citations.)

The Name Ryomen Sukuna

Before we start this needs to be made clear. Ryomen Sukuna is not a first and last name. Ryomen is a title. Sukuna is a name.

Ryomen uses the kanji 両面 which can be translated as "two-faced".

Sukuna uses the kanji 宿儺 which can be translated as "specter". Individually the kanji can be read as "lodging, inn" (宿, suku) and "exorcism" (儺, na).

Two-faced specter is not a nice name to put it lightly. It's such a mean spirited name that the JP fanbase suspects he was called something else before becoming The Disgraced One.

Normally I would assume his parents did not name him this, however, Sukuna himself had this to say about his birth.

In the original Japanese, Sukuna calls himself 忌み子 (Imigo) which can be translated as "Abominable Child", "Unwanted Child", or "Shunned Child." None of these translations in my opinion get across how severe Imigo is. It's closer to meaning "child who should've never been born". Like the child's very existence is an affront to god. (If you play Elden Ring the Omen are called Imigo in Japanese for this reason.)

You combine this fact with his name and it starts to paint a nasty picture. Sukuna straight up may not have a last name in part from what is implied to be disownment from birth.

Sukuna's Trauma

(Even if he won't acknowledge it as something that has deeply affected him.)

As a Basketball American (aka one of those people with a unique skeletal structure and muscles as Mr. Gojo Satoru would say), I consider myself a professional experiencer of discrimination. This means when a character has likely experienced something similar to me, I can sniff it out like a bloodhound. Though what Sukuna experiences is much closer to ableism than racism. (Discrimination across the board is pretty similar in a lot of ways you know.)

Sukuna is disabled—not as in he lacks an able body (my goodness he is too ablebodied), but as society is not built with any consideration for him. He’s a massive conjoined twin with 4 eyes and 4 arms and 2 mouths. If you know anything about being tall in Japan, it's that it’s a nightmare. Doorways, showers, bathrooms, and buildings are built for small people which leads to the very infrastructure causing problems for anyone big. But Sukuna’s size is just the start of those kinds of problems. He canonically wears women’s kimonos to accommodate his arms since they have larger sleeves. He often goes shirtless or wears a shawl simply because clothing isn’t made for him.

If you’ve known or read anything by people with mobility issues or missing limbs, a major complaint is clothing. For example someone with a missing leg can either pay for expensive customized pants, or they can purchase regular pants and tie off the extra pant leg. They can have trouble buying one shoe since they almost always come in pairs. (To rectify this sometimes they find a mirror twin called a Sole Mate who they share the extra shoe with.) 

Now if I’ve learned anything from people with mobility issues, it’s that ablebodied people are really fudging annoying and rude. They will grab mobility aids unprompted and even move people around in wheelchairs without permission. In this treatment, the ablebodied dehumanize the disabled and treat them like objects in their way.

Sukuna also experiences objectification in a similar manner. People see him as an obstacle to conquer, a means to test their strength, a helpless thing that needs curing, a test subject to study, and a symbol for their own use. All of these things are extremely dehumanizing and things disabled people may have to deal with.

We’ve got Yuji and co seeing him as a curse to exorcize.

Kashimo and others using Sukuna to test their strength.

Yorozu seeing Sukuna’s lack of interest in romantic/sexual love as a thing to be cured. (Your honor, he is aroace.)

Kenjaku using Sukuna as a test subject and insurance for The Plan.

Heian era society revering him as a god to use him in rituals for their benefit.

The last example is a very interesting form of discrimination. If you aren’t familiar with the term, there is one called benevolent prejudice. This is when discriminatory beliefs are flattering instead of malicious. (Examples: Black people are athletic, Asian people are smart, etc.)

Benevolent prejudice still results in negative outcomes for the group affected, but to me personally, some of them are kind of hilarious in isolation. Here are some of my favorites:

I’m pretty sure this is why Gojo apologizes so readily to Miguel and without resistance. He realizes “oh crap I’m doing to Miguel what everyone does to me”. 

And yes this belief had a negative outcome for Miguel—it’s likely the reason Gojo beat him so hard compared to other characters in the JJK 0 movie. (Remember Gege has direct involvement in the anime.) This is canonically a racially motivated beatdown, trauma response from the black ropes mimicking Toji notwithstanding.

On the ableism side of things this benevolent prejudice can manifest as turning people with deformities or atypical features into objects for worship, fetishization, or sacrifice.

As an aside, I suspect Uraume’s gender is ambiguous because they’re intersex. And boy howdy do intersex people experience dehumanization as objects of worship (fetishization and religious symbols) or as a problem that needs to be corrected (forced surgical procedures/mutilation and erasure). This, in my opinion, might be the reason Sukuna likes them more than anyone else. Uraume may not fully understand the isolation of strength, but they do get the dehumanizing way in which society treats them both.

My point here is that Sukuna experiences regular prejudice and the benevolent type. All of which are dehumanizing from every single angle, leaving him in a state of near constant objectification. (Uraume puts Sukuna on a pedestal as their master which is emotionally isolating but they still see him as an individual on his own merits.)

What constant systemic discrimination does to a motherfudger...

So now that we've established how Sukuna's dehumanization happened, I can rant about how this is probably a major reason behind his disconnect from his humanity and a source of his loneliness.

Gege has stated that Sukuna and other people don’t really know how to categorize his personhood. He's so strong he's more like a natural disaster than anything else.

Sukuna says things like this about himself.

"If I was a cursed spirit…"

"...that's the sort of human I was."

He doesn’t see himself as a human or a curse. At one point he did consider himself human but stopped. He sees himself as this third thing which is highly likely to be a “living creature” as Gojo would put it. 

Gojo also experienced benevolent prejudice that lead to his dehumanization and subsequent objectification (thanks JJK 261 for making me realize it was much worse than I assumed). And from birth too. I think this is why they’re able to connect so well during their fight. Especially since this prejudice leads to them becoming sinks for everyone's burdens while being scorned in the same breath. (It's like how people adore "my kind's" athletic/manual labor abilities but then don't want us in their neighborhoods.) The world isn't made for them but it's going to exploit the very thing it hates them for.

The difference between those two is probably the stares of disgust and day to day inconveniences from the extra parts. Gojo can effectively blend in with other humans if he really tries. Sukuna cannot. (Maybe that’s why he says this too.)

Sukuna to me, feels like a manifestation of this rage against constant systemic discrimination. You look at him funny? He kills you. You treat him like a thing that serves you? He kills you.

I know I'm projecting but hear me out!

I don't think Sukuna was aggressively abused by others for his appearance to get to this point by the way. It's more of a death by 1,000 cuts scenario. Someone crossing the street to avoid you, a flash of revulsion when they look at you, backhanded compliments, name-calling in whispers, gentle reminders you don't belong in infrastructure and accessibility to resources. On their own they feel like paper cuts, but if you experience them constantly without time to recover, one day you look down and realize there's a massive rotting gash.

Thankfully I have friends and spaces where I can exist without being subject to discrimination. I can treat these wounds and keep going relatively ok. When I was a child, I didn't have a proper outlet for that and it ate me alive. I flip flopped between wanting to magically wake up fully white or disappearing entirely and wanting everything to explode. Sometimes I wanted all of these thing at the same time. These old wounds reopen on occasion but I know how to deal with that now.

In Sukuna's behavior and attitude, I see that kind of hurt. And his coping strategy appears to be making everything explode since violence is all he knows. Maybe cannibalism wasn't the healthiest way to deal with this but you know it's Jujutsu Kaisen.

Speaking of cannibalism, the definition of a cannibal is an individual that eats members of their own species. Sukuna is regarded as a non-human by everyone around him in every instance except when he is called a cannibal. He’s not human enough to be a part of society but just human enough to be a cannibal. His status as a human changes in what makes it easiest to disregard him as an individual worthy of respect or consideration. (Think of how conservatives misgender gender non-conforming cis people and then turn around and misgender trans people for hypocritical reasons.) 

Sukuna’s acknowledgement of both Jogo and Gojo is bittersweet with this lens. Jogo is a curse fighting on behalf of curses’ humanity. He wants curses to live as humans after being born lowly and unwanted in a world that wants him erased. Gojo is a human forced into godhood by circumstances he couldn’t control. He’s someone who became isolated and rejected by others until he stopped seeing himself as a human. Sukuna has lived both of these experiences and connects with them in a way no one else can. 

Unfortunately, because Sukuna only knows how to love through violence, he kills them. (Great job, Sukuna, you did this to yourself. You could've had friends.)

I also suspect this is why Sukuna believes this.

This type of society is one in which Sukuna can exist. He can relentlessly pursue the strength through which he builds his self-esteem and be acknowledged as something. However, that is still isolating. And Sukuna is a human, which means he’s a social creature that needs companionship. (Not necessarily romantic or sexual mind you.)

I find Sukuna’s vague suicidal ideation and refusal to die extremely relatable for all these reasons. Much like Gojo, he seems to be convinced the world will never treat him the way he wants to be treated and wants out.

There’s also something to be said about the unique loneliness aromantic and asexual people experience from wanting deep and fulfilling relationships without romance or sex in a world that only values relationships with both of those things.

So why is Sukuna like that?

Despite knowing how much it sucks to be dehumanized, Sukuna still participates in dehumanization himself, referring to humans as insects/animals or things for him to play with. 

And in a Kenjaku parallel, food for him to enjoy as well.

I predict this attitude he has towards humans is the direct result of his dehumanization and objectification for his appearance and strength. It’s all one big unhealthy coping mechanism.

I think this is why Yuji ideologically pisses him off so much. Imagine truly believing all this isolation and suffering for innate characteristics made you stronger, only to find someone who experienced none of that starts rising to your level and shatters your entire world view.

Trauma isn’t something that makes people stronger, but Sukuna likely believes it does as a cope. In my last analysis I called Gojo a sopping-wet pathetic cat who pretends everything is ok. Sukuna is no different if you ask me.

[cripplecharacters]

Hi! I had two quick questions about one of my characters.

She lost one of her eyes as a child (she had it removed as a child due to cancer) and now she wears an eye prosthesis. She's a very friendly, outgoing, funny person and she's a fashion designer.

Question 1

I know a lot of people like to customize their canes/wheelchairs/etc. and have them in fun colors, put stickers on them, etc. and since she loves making and wearing tons of fancy, cool outfits, I thought it would be fun if she had customized eye prosthetics.

I've seen ones that look like gemstones, funky patterns, and even smiley faces and that seems like something she would love, but I'm not sure if that would be bad in some way?

I guess I just don't want it to come across as me saying disability aids need to look super cool and crazy or else they're boring? She does have a normal one that she wears most of the time, but sometimes she just likes to have fun with it and wear a wacky colorful one, especially when she's dressing up.

Question 2

She's a very funny person and she loves making jokes and pulling pranks. I know a lot of people with prosthetics like to make jokes with them (for example I've seen one of those "this outfit is super expensive" videos but the twist was that most of the cost came from their prosthetic arm, which they proceeded to swing around inside their shirt).

She's absolutely the kind of person to make those types of jokes, but I want to make sure it doesn't go too far or come off as offensive or rude.

One of the jokes I was thinking about is her pretending to sneeze, popping out the eye, and then going "omg I sneezed so hard my eye fell out!" only to reveal that it's a prosthetic.

Another one would be someone asking her to keep an eye on something and she goes "Yeah man I got this" so she pulls the prosthetic out and sets it down on whatever she's supposed to "keep an eye on".

(Don't worry she's going to clean the prosthesis after setting it on stuff lol).

Hello!

Having custom prosthetic eyes is completely fine and, at least in my opinion, doesn't imply that they need to be cool/fashionable/fun/etc. It's just another way for your character to express herself!

Something to consider, however, (Especially if you're going for realism) is that prosthetic eyes are expensive and, depending on your character's circumstances, her insurance would likely only cover one (And a fairly simple/basic one at that). Custom made prosthetics are always going to be a lot more expensive and a lot less likely to be covered by her insurance.

You mentioned that she's a fashion designer, however... if she has some connections in the fashion community, she may have easier access to those kinds of prosthetics than other people would. Maybe she knows people that make them? Or maybe she can trade favours/designs for them? Either way, it could be a solution or even just an interesting plot avenue to explore.

In response to your second question, writing characters making jokes about their disabilities is fine but you want to be careful about how you go about it -- especially if you're not disabled in that way yourself. It's a bit of a balancing act to make sure your character isn't being written to be the comedic relief (Which is, unfortunately, something that happens with a lot of disabled characters).

Although the jokes seem to be in fine taste, I do have some logistic concerns with them.

For the sneezing one, I'm not sure she'd be able to pop it out that quickly and, if she can, it wouldn't be the best idea. Popping the eye out quickly is a great way to drop and damage it and, as mentioned, they are EXPENSIVE.

Taking the prosthetic eye in and out frequently also increases the likelihood of causing damage to the eye by irritating the socket or turning the eyelashes inward which, trust me, is NOT comfortable. You would also want to be careful with setting it on random objects. Because the prosthetic eye is going directly into the eye socket, you really don't want it to be dirty when you put it back in and if they're out and about, it may not be possible to clean it properly right away.

This isn't to say you can't do this. It could be funny once or twice but doing it regularly could have some not-so-ideal consequences so it's good to keep this stuff in mind.

You didn't ask about this but I'd just like to mention: Be careful about writing self-deprecating jokes about her disability. It can get VERY uncomfortable for your readers very quickly, especially if you don't have that/a similar disability. Honestly, I'd advise that able-bodied writers avoid writing these kinds of jokes for their physically disabled characters in general.

Overall, your character sounds great and very well thought out! I'm glad to see more characters that are blind from illness/medical causes rather than the usual traumatic incident.

Cheers,

~ Mod Icarus

[yukidragon]

You ever consider bringing back slasher couple Alice and Jack? I think about them a lot.

New hotels on the run, with a dead couple lying on the floor of their new room. Poisoned yogurts for rude customers at a new job. New fertilized forget-me-nots behind a picket fence with the bodies of a man who tried hitting on Alice.

That sort of thing.

I'm happy you enjoyed the Slasher AU so much! Those are some pretty fun and twisted ideas you have for it~! I haven't touched on this one for a while, but after listening to this really good Jeff the Killer rewrite by Pastra, I'm in a pulpy creepypasta killer kind of mood, so let's play a little, shall we?

Content Warnings: there will be talk of sex and violence like a good old classic 80's slasher film. I likely won't go too explicit on the gore, but maybe the spice if the mood takes me. This post is just an excuse to talk about two very twisted individuals being in love as they indulge in their darker desires.

@channydraws @earthgirlaesthetic @sai-of-the-7-stars @cheriihoney @illary-kore @okamiliqueur @kurokrisps

As you might recall from my previous post on the topic, the tale of Alice and Jack in this universe is a twist on the classic slasher movie formula. Main character and "final girl" Alice winds up being corrupted to give in to her darker impulses by Jack, who has already fallen to his inner depravity after decades being trapped in hell.

The story ended with all of Jack's rivals and targets of revenge dead and LambsWork Productions burned to the ground. What's left now?

Why, help his sunshine finish getting her revenge while they hide from the authorities of course.

Yes, there were awful customers and co-workers ripe for the picking, as well as a shameless exploitive boss, but Alice has been bullied all her life. She has a list of people who she's wanted revenge on for a long time, and Jack has encouraged her to get that revenge no matter how long it takes.

This means that even people who long since forgot the kid they used to bully in kindergarten have a target on their backs.

And they deserve it, in Jack's not so humble opinion. Anyone who tries to hurt or steal his sunshine deserves to pay. Alice had to deal with the scars for so long, and he knows what it's like to suffer for years and years haunted by the memory of abusers who got off scot free.

As far as everyone is aware, Alice was among the many victims of the mysterious killer that swept through the area. Even her family believes that she's dead, but it's for the best. They're innocent. Alice stayed away from them after moving out because she was afraid of hurting them. It would be so easy to kill someone so defenseless as a family who loves and trusts her...

Jack nurtures his twisted justifications for these sadistic urges in Alice. It's deemed acceptable to slowly skin someone begging for their life if they were guilty of casual cruelty to either of them. It helps keep guilt at bay and warps their perception of reality.

With Alice's knowledge of modern technology and how things have changed, and Jack silver tongue capable of manipulating most people, the pair are difficult for authorities or anyone else trying to stop them to track.

Of course, after the final battle with Shaun at LambsWork, Alice needed to take time to heal from her injuries... or perhaps a little bit more than that.

In classic horror movie twist, the monster survived at the end. Jack had managed a ritual to bring himself back... and imagine how much worse he would be mentally if he had to bring back Alice as well.

Shaun was fighting for his life after all. It came down to him or Alice, who he was sure was the killer. Kill or be killed, and if Jack didn't manage to save her in time...

I'm reminded of the now sadly removed trailer for the game where Shaun is losing it, saying what he's doing feels wrong. Imagine if he got enough evidence to suspect Alice of being the killer, and caught hints of something dangerous and supernatural around her. Imagine his paranoia and fear ramping up to the point that he's scared of her, convinced that she's possessed by some great evil.

Imagine how much it would hurt Alice if this happened before she had fallen under the sway of Jack's temptations.

Being betrayed by a friend certainly could push anyone over the edge....

Then again, being stalked by an ex-boyfriend or a customer can also be enough of a tipping point to commit violence. It'd just be especially personal to have Shaun "betray" her after all he did for her when Ian betrayed her by cheating on her. Who can Alice even really trust?

Why, Jack, of course~! He certainly proves it by using the same ritual that allowed to come back to life to bring her back as well. Fortunately this ritual goes a lot better than the one Alice performs in the Bad End AU. She gets to come back whole and healthy with a new lease on life.

Everyone believes Alice is dead, there were even witnesses who saw her broken lifeless body.

Man... imagine if Shaun actually did somehow survive the incident at LambsWork and how much trauma he would have from killing Alice, as well as all the deaths that happened around him. It'd be worse if he realized that Jack was influencing her and was the true serial killer only after he had been forced to act. Who would ever believe him that a ghost was the true killer? There were witnesses who saw Alice already dead while the killings were still happening. She was just another innocent victim...

Though, really, if Shaun did manage to kill Alice, Jack wouldn't have let him live. Jack would've lost his ever loving mind seeing his sunshine, dead and lifeless, her beautiful warm life snuffed out before his eyes.

Of course, Shaun could have somehow managed to escape. Jack wouldn't be thinking clearly in that situation, which would make him sloppy, leaving openings for Shaun to exploit and believe he managed to somehow defeat Jack.

Gosh, there are so many possibilities with this AU, so many twists in the slasher horror movie formula to take.

If Shaun did survive that awful night, he'd be struggling with major PTSD, terrified that Jack will return to finish the job.

Of course, if Shaun survived, that just means that after Jack brings his sunshine back to life, they'll both be plotting ways to get sufficient revenge on Shaun.

Alice would have the supernatural slasher powers now too, similar to Jack - undead and dangerous. She would have an axe to grind, being betrayed by her best friend who murdered her.

Jack, ever sensitive to his sunshine's needs, would of course help her burning desire for revenge. He would certainly have plenty of ideas on how to prolong Shaun's suffering to appropriately punish him for murdering Alice.

So the sequel movie could either be Shaun having to deal with people around him getting killed and taunts from supernatural slashers, or just a romp of a road trip with Jack and Alice going around to settle old scores. It all depends if Shaun survives the first movie or not. Poor guy is in for an awful time either way.

Since I'm starting to feel bad for picking on Shaun for just trying to make it out alive, let's switch over to other slasher targets the twisted couple go after.

I loved the fertilizer idea, but since Alice is the one with more experience gardening, I think she's the one more likely to come up with that idea. She can use the bodies of people who hit on Jack. There'll be plenty of those to keep her flowers healthy forever. Jack is such a handsome man after all, and so many people lust after him now that he has a living body again.

Jack kind of finds it kind of cute that Alice gets so crazy jealous over him. She's so silly thinking anyone could steal him away from her. As if that could ever happen. He always makes sure to reassure her with sweet words and lovemaking after she's vented her frustration on her perceived rival.

I imagine Jack would also find it pretty sexy. Nothing turns a psycho on like watching his lover torture someone for the sake of keeping him all to herself~

Jack understands how Alice feels of course. He goes crazy when someone sets their sights on her. She doesn't even notice when someone flirts with her most of the time, but he still hates it. Mentally destroying the culprit before killing them in creative ways is cathartic for him. It's also a way he can show Alice just how much he loves her~!

If Alice did die, Jack's overprotectiveness would crank up a lot. He failed to protect her, his irreplaceable sunshine. It was fortunate that he could bring her back, just like he brought himself back, but he was forced to see her body, lifeless, broken. He was forced to live with the fear that she was gone for good.

Jack is a lot more possessive and handsy with Alice in public after that. He'll carry her around a lot more often, feeling secure having his sunshine in his arms. He takes the lead with their kills, making sure that he's the one taking the risks instead of her, so that nothing can happen to her ever again.

Of course, Alice doesn't like Jack risking himself recklessly. She wants them both to be together forever~

To the people around them, Jack is an incredibly clingy boyfriend. One minute the new neighbors are talking with Alice, the next Jack is wrapped around her from behind, whining that he missed her as he nuzzles his face into her hair. Even though he was just moving boxes into the house only a literal minute ago.

Alice laughs fondly at Jack's antics before squeaking in surprise as he picks her up into his arms. She admonishes him, but without any real weight to it, and tries to wrap up the conversation, flustered. Jack is fine chatting with the new neighbors like this though.

Why, yes, they are crazy for each other, and are very happy together. Thanks for noticing~!

The pair seem so wholesome and sweet, almost sickeningly sappy. Jack is so silly and such a sucker for Alice that even his size, build, and tattoos aren't enough to make people feel intimidated by him for long. He's so gosh darn friendly, and Alice is so cute and easily flustered.

They are sappy even in private too... even in less than wholesome circumstances.

I got this image of the pair in a room, maybe in their home maybe elsewhere. After having finished a long, busy night, the two are in the bathroom getting cleaned up. Alice sits on the counter, carefully shaving the stubble from Jack's face as he savors the attention. They have a sweet and silly conversation, but annoying noises from the other room keep interrupting them.

Halfway through the shave, Alice snaps the razorblade free and throws it into the other room, resulting in a muffled scream. She feigns as though it was an accident, that she merely "slipped" because all the noise from their guest distracted her. Jack chuckles and remarks they probably shouldn't keep their guest waiting anymore.

However, as Jack turns to go take care of things, Alice catches him by the chin and gently turns him back to her, cooing that they can wait until she's done taking care of him. Jack just melts at her insistence to take care of him and cheerfully tells their guest that they're just going to have to be patient a bit longer~!

Alice adds too that she has plenty of fresh razor blades to get the job done, a subtle threat of what will happen if the noises continue. With that she goes back to finishing the shave with a fresh razor blade and making Jack feel so loved and understood.

Overall, the vibe of these two would be like a more twisted Gomez and Morticia. They're as sweet on each other as they are in Sunshine in Hell, but only to each other. With everyone else the kindness is fake, and they've lost the ability to care about the suffering of anyone but each other.

Slasher Alice and Jack don't target at random, but their criteria for targets does involve a lot of disproportionate retribution. The neighbors are safe as long as they remain friendly... but not too friendly.

Alice and Jack are not just slashers, they're also very, very yandere for each other. Woe be it to anyone who tries to separate them.

Really, it's fitting that Jeff the killer would fuel this ramble considering this sort of slasher couple self-indulgence would fit right into the creepypasta OC craze. This AU is basically all about a couple of fucked up killers finding joy in taking brutal, bloody revenge. Victims are not people but toys to play with until they break. It's very creepypasta OC-coded.

[banananuttrash]

Hi, I just read your headcanons about sword leaders with an info gf and it was just *chefs kiss*. I loved it, and I was wondering if you were up to making an entp gf version? Cause I feel like entp’s are a bit more different to infp? I’m an entp and I feel like we’re just menaces to society and hard to understand since we argue for fun and are sometimes harsh with words? You don’t have to do it if ur not up to it though. I’ll completely understand. 😊😊😊

SWORD Leaders w/ ENTP Girlfriends

Notes: I'm back!!! Had to do more investigating for MBTI, lol. Really tried my best to understand this personality type and really think how they would be with you. This was hard for me (especially Smoky, I really struggled 😭) I'm not going to lie, but I really tried my best. As always with these, please give me feedback. 🙏🏼😆

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Cobra

I feel like he's just going to go with the flow with you tbh. He won't argue with you but rather have the other members of the squad do it.

You'll ask the most random questions about life and he'll just stare at you because he has no idea what to say.

Whenever you get too hyped up about something, he will calm you down with his touch. He will probably rub circles on your back or on your hand.

Never takes your harshness to heart because he knows that you mean well.

To guess where you want to go to eat he'll probably say, "guess where we're going?" And whatever you answer is where he decides to go.

Rocky

Rocky is used to being around traditional, quiet women, so when he meets you, he's thrown in for a loop.

He finds your personality refreshing and is always surprised by your constant creativity when it comes to new ideas.

You would give Rocky lots of ideas on ways to improve the club, customer wise and as an employer as well.

Your favorite place is probably on his lap and you make sure that other women know it, not that you're intimidated by any of them.

He tries to surprise you on dates, but somehow you always know where you are going, but try your best to make it seem like you're surprised.

Murayama

Because of the way that you two are, I feel like people that see you two for the first time would never think you're dating.

To other people it seems like he gets annoyed with you all the time, but little do they know that you do it on purpose because you like how you get under his skin.

He probably tells you to shut up all the time and you'll respond with make me, then he'll kiss you, which is what you want.

Even though he acts annoyed with you, he's your number 1 supporter, and he wants to accomplish everything you set your mind to.

Whenever you two plan a date he'll let you pick where to go, even if it's something out of his comfort zone. He won't care and just wants to spend time with you.

Smoky

Smoky started to like you when he sees all the ideas that you come up with in terms of helping all of the citizens of Nameless City.

Smoky doesn't typically debate, so whenever you want to, you will probably have to go to someone else from the Rude Boys.

Honestly, due to his shy nature, you more than likely will initiate any kind of romance, whether it be public or private.

He knows that you dream beyond Nameless City, and will support you in whatever journey you decide to take in life.

Even though he is the opposite of you, you find lots of energy in spending quality time with just him, hanging and talking about life together.

Hyuga

Due to the nature of your personalities, I don't think people would believe you guys are dating at first.

Hyuga will spend a lot of time just listening to you talk and reason about anything and everything.

When he does get tired of you talking, he'll probably kiss you to shut you up. Which then will probably lead to some good quality time (wink wink).

You probably work in something creative like in the arts. Maybe performer or designer, or something along those lines.

Hyuga is your number one fan even though he does not physically show it. He will be there at every showcase that you have, front and center.

[hosttos]

I understand that you should not judge people because you really don't know what kind of internal battles they're carrying at any specific moment. Mine is that I hate hospitals with a burning passion for no reason, I can't fathom being in one for more than an hour, it makes me literally want to kill myself.

I once broke my arm and it took me 36 hours to decide to go to one. At first it hurt but I thought it may go away on its own so I carried on to work my customer service shift and midway through it I lost mobility on my elbow, I didn't want to leave mid shift but it was getting kind of hard to type on the computer and whenever I needed to place my left hand on the keyboard I had to carry it with my right hand and place it there, I could move my fingers normally so it was very uncomfortable and kind of painful on the elbow.

I only decided I should go to a hospital when I couldn't sleep at night because of the pain.

And then I went and was scared as fuck of everyone there and I went to the receptionist desk and I was afraid of her because for some reason I thought she might be rude or yell at me or something?? And I almost stuttered saying "I have an appointment" (I booked one because I was too scared to go to urgent care) and she was very nice and told me to wait just a while.

When the doctor walked me into her office I was scared she might think I'm exaggerating so I tried not to sound like it was hurting a lot (which in hindsight may seem unwise) it then took me almost two minutes to take my sweater off because well I had a broken elbow (but I didn't know at the moment tho) and it took some extra effort not to make any weird sounds.

I think she caught up on my facade and proceeded to ask me very gently to extend my arm, my face got bright red and I replied "I can't" and she asked "You can't because of the pain?" And I wanted to be very clear on my symptoms so I said "It hurt a lot to move it at first but now I don't have the strength to move it" and she didn't even wait a second to reply "yeah you definitely need an x-ray done you can have a loadfuck of painkillers on the meantime tho and have an injection for the swelling", and then they gave me an appointment for an x-ray like 3 days after that.

Those three days I questioned myself on the severity of my injury because it stopped hurting so bad but the pain was still noticeable (could this be an action of the painkillers???!?!??) and I was seriously considering missing the appointment because maybe I could live on painkillers for months if necessary and be like my childhood idol (Dr House popping Vicodin every half an hour) if it meant not having to go to get an x-ray done.

I went because maybe my family would scold me if I didn't and I was running late and I thought I would miss it, I was at the entrance scared as fuck because I thought the people at the front desk would tell me to go fuck myself for being late, (I was also kind of scared because 15 minutes prior my elbow started hurting like crazy, probably related to the fact I went there on the bus, it made a harsh stop and my dumbass reached for the handlebar with my fucked up arm). But again they were all very nice and took the x-ray fairly quickly.

The reading of the x-ray said it was slightly broken so I had to take that x-ray to another doctor to get a diagnosis, that wasn't as hard, he told me to take it easy and take painkillers for another week or so and go to physical therapy. I immediately decided I was done with facing my fears and also everyone assured me I was not going to lose a limb so I didn't even try to make it to the first therapy session.

So yeah you never know who's walking out there with a broken elbow because they are scared of hospitals, that's also the story of why my elbow now creaks when it's cold.

[uter-us]

service worker radfem ramble - "karen"

i don't care if there are 100 snippy women or "karens" at work because every single man that is a bad customer is SCARY. I can be annoyed w a rude or bossy female/woman customer, but only a grown ass middle aged man will yell at some tiny 16yr old girl at 9:56pm on a tuesday in the dark outside for closing the boba shop 4 minutes early. (this was a real experience. fyi my manager was inside and was the one who told me to lock the door! i was following my manager's orders!!!)

im 17 and just quit my restaraunt job, and I noticed there are a lot more pissy irritable female customers than male ones, but you know what else I noticed? who was holding the baby? who ordered for the kids? who was on the phone managing plans?

even outside of the restaraunt, time and time again we see women carrying the family (figuratively and literally), doing the domestic labor, juggling schedules, even carrying the emotional load of her husband. women have it HARD, so honestly I'm going to be patient, because I have to consider all of the invisible labor women do, and if a woman is tired and irritable and pissy after all of that (every damn day) then who am I to judge her?? she can be mad her food had onions she didn't ask for, or she only got two sauce packets instead of three. women's lives are laborious, and if at the end of the day they are worn out and impolite, im literally not gonna cry about it

also side note but at my restaraunt job every day one of my male coworkers (he was in his 50s probably) would touch and hug and wrap his arm around me and make weird jokes to the customers about me and constantly tell me and my other coworkers that I was sosoososo pretty and polite and such a "good girl"-- literally I will take an annoying female customer over THAT creep any day. (that gross grown man was part of the reason i left!) at my job before that at the boba shop, I had a p0rnsick coworker who would insert weird k1nk references and call me and my other female coworker bitches and cunts, and then in the next breath talk about how he's into degrading women during sex. me and the other girl my age would sit and talk on our shifts together about how we wondered if he thought about calling us those names when he m4sturb4ted. YUCK!

i understand that it's the norm to have "karens" and annoying customers that are women, but let's be real yall, we can simultaneously know its important to be kind to service workers AND recognize that those women aren't doing nearly the damage the harassment and intimidation (sexual and otherwise) men do to women. I will take a "karen" over any of those men any day

[thebroccolination]

Today, I saw a tweet by a Thai Krist fan named June in which she thanked interfans for supporting Krist in spite of the language barrier and all the misinformation that surrounds him. June has been fan of Krist for a long time, and she's even shared a bunch of firsthand accounts in English of her experiences with Krist from early in his career. (They're very cute.)

Dear all inter fans who love Krist, thanks for loving him although you might not be able to clearly understand what he said or fully convey your feelings to him due to the language barrier. Although with this big barrier, you are still with him, don't give up on him, don't believe in any fake rumors and be his strength. Thanks so much 💕💕 –@qu_upqn_np

A minor incident prompted her to tweet this out, but because of the language barrier, I didn't fully follow it. From what I understand (and please don't cite me as a source if you carry this information forward) a fan tweeted a customer complaint to Krist directly about a peeling graphic on a concert T-shirt she bought. Krist replied to her and asked her to write to the official merch account, presumably because neither he nor The General Public can help her with her problem and that kind of thing can make the quality of his merch look shoddy. According to a few Thai fans, some interfans used the auto-translate feature on his tweet, decided that the auto-translated English looked rude, and started attacking him for being rude to his fan. It got to the point where Thai fans and fan translators had to explain that he was, in fact, very polite to her. He used "khab" and "phi" to refer to her, but English doesn't use those parts of speech, so auto-translate omitted them.

This was before my fellow interfan friend messaged me to ask why she was seeing interfans say that Boun's fans were calling him a drunkard (???).

A couple of days ago, Boun happily took a selfie with an interfan after an event where he drank a bit, and now this is somehow something people want to crucify him for because fan benefits and selfie rules etc. etc. etc. (There's context to this but it's frankly such a non-issue I'm astonished we're even talking about it.) One person did call Boun a drunkard, but they're an anti account (I know, even Boun has antis, the world's surprises never cease). The only other references to drinking were interfans saying, "He was just drunk and happy (and that's why he was happy to take the selfie)."

The way nuanced information is often squished into bite-sized pieces is both wild and worrying.

And it must be maddening for Thai fans to share a space with people who click auto-translate on Thai tweets, draw completely off-the-mark conclusions from a rough approximation or completely false mistranslation of what was actually said, and then use that as justification to attack the actors they love in foreign languages. There's a rampant Attack First, Ask Questions Never culture online these days, and we've got to collectively agree to chill before throwing on-fire furniture at each other.

These are both obviously ridiculous incidents, but they both garnered a lot of conversation among Thai fans.

I figured I'd share them here because I think Tumblr sometimes gets secondhand information from Twitter, and I wanted to demonstrate how some of this stuff gets misinterpreted before it even leaves the platform. It's interesting to investigate how these things happen, and hopefully it helps prevent similar misunderstandings from happening in the future.

(Also, for what it's worth, I have a concert shirt made by Krist's fan club and it's very comfy and has survived numerous washes completely intact.)

[top-tier-tickles]

"Kneads" More Sugar

This is a Spooky Month tickle fic requested by an anonymous user. I hope you enjoy!

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Kevin sighed, wiping down the counter to deal with boredom. It was Halloween, so people would come and go, but most people were smart, and actually bought candy before it was too late...

But the candy store was always stocked up, no matter what. Even if that meant Kevin wasn't allowed the day off to help run a haunted house.

The only major downsides were the customers, like that rude rich lady. Or...those kids...

Skid and Pump were obsessed with Halloween and everything to do with it. Kevin couldn't remember the last time he saw them out of their skeleton and pumpkin costumes. Most people in the town just went along with it, even Kevin found it rather charming. Until they started bursting through the door nearly everyday, demanding candy.

And everytime, they seemed to bring another otherworldly trouble with them. He remembers when they gave him "sugar" from some dealer (turned out it was actual sugar, thank god) , and getting STABBED in the leg by their haunted doll!

It was only a matter of time before-

*ding!*

"Kevin!"

There it is.

"We would like some candy, Kevin." Skid stood on his tip-toes to reach the counter.

"Yeah! Lots of candy!" Pump added.

"*sigh* Kids, please, just leave."

"Why, Kevin?"

"Because I'm not in the mood tonight, AND you two always bring me trouble!"

"Trouble? W-What do you mean trouble?" The small pumpkin inferred.

The worker sighed again, turning to the window. Suddenly, he spotted a very tall and rotund man. His face was painted red, two devil-like horns and a thick sweater of the same color. His eyes were wide and unblinking. That massive smile....seemed familiar....

That couldn't possibly be...

The devil man invited himself in, walking through the door, the same cheerful ding playing as he slowly stepped toward the three, his hand behind his back.

"K-Kids, why is he following you?" Kevin stuttered, shielding the two with his arms.

"I don't know, he's just been following us..." Skid answered.

He had to be quick, spotting a gumball machine, Kevin sprang it, releasing a slew of gumballs clacking onto the floor.

The devil did nothing, just slowly brushed the candies away with his foot.

Honestly, what was he expecting....

Kevin attempted to make a run for it, only to fall prey to his own trap and trip on the floor candy, smacking into the floor.

"K-kids, get outside, NOW!" He turned to Skid and Pump, pointing to the exit, even if he died, the kids could get away safely.

As he watched the kids escape, he looked back up to the man with the knife, standing over him, his smile never faltering.

This is it. Kevin knew that smile from somewhere. He saw it on the news about an escaped cannibal murderer.

Bob Velseb.

"Well, what've we got here? A candyman?" Bob finally said, the smooth accent in his voice only served to make him sound more psychotic.

Kevin trembled on the floor, curling up into a ball, preparing for any kind of torture or weapon to come his way.

"How very sweet, I bet you're sweet, too..." Bob bent down, scooping up his captive off of the floor and into his arms.

"Fun fact: Did you know that hearing is the last thing to go after somebody dies? It lasts for approximately seven minutes before the brain ceases all function..."

Oh god, that means that Kevin would be able to hear every gut-wrenching noise of this maniac tearing into his flesh even after he's stabbed by that knife.

Kevin whimpered, closing his eyes, awaiting a slow and bloody death....only, it didn't come....

The only thing that came was a slight feeling of someone's fingers wriggling against his sides.

"Ghheeheeheehee! Whahahat?"

"I always prefer to tenderize my meat before consumption..." Bob chuckled, continuing to tickle the poor man's stomach.

"AHA! W-WAHAHAIT!"

"Aw, what's the matter? Ticklish?"

Is this really happening?! Kevin's facing a cannibal serial killer, and instead of being gutted like a fish, he's being tickled? He was starting to think he was already dead and this was some weird after-death dream or whatever.

Bob suddenly dug his fingers into his ribs, eliciting a squeal from the clerk as he played those ribs like a piano.

"EEEEEEEEHAHAHAHAHAHA! NOHOHOHO, NOHOHOHOHOT THERE! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

Nope, this was definitely real.

"My, my, this is great! I get dinner, and a show!" Bob teased, continuing to wreck havoc on Kevin's poor ribs.

"NAHAHAHAHAHAHAHOHOHOHO! L-LEMME GOHOHOHOHOHOHO!"

Bob slowly pinched the bones, going from the lowest set to the highest.

"One.....two......three.....four...Oh, you've made me lose my place now! I'd better start over~"

"P-PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

Kevin was going insane, at this point, he'd rather to killed or tickled in a different spot.

"ANYTHING BUHUHUHUT THE RIHIHIHIHIBS! NAHAHAHAHAHA"

"Oh, not there? Well, that's alright, I believe they're tender enough now..."

Bob suddenly left Kevin's ribs alone, much to his pleasure, only to evilly squeeze his hips repeatedly.

"WHAHAHAHAHAHAH! WHAHAHAHAHAT THE HEHEHEHEHELL?! STAHAHAHAHAHAPIT!"

"Language, Kevin, language... Kiddies come here..."

It was like Bob had a homing beacon that finds all of Kevin's worst tickle spots. His hips weren't as bad as his ribs, but they were pretty damn close.

"AAHAHAHAAHAHAA! EEEEK! AHAHAHAHA! I CAHAHAHAN'T BREATHE!"

This must've been Bob's plan, kill him with tickling, and finish off his corpse.

Surprisingly, Bob stopped, still holding Kevin like a baby.

Kevin caught his breath, trying to squirm away from the killer's arms, his attempts were in vain, Bob was too strong.

Suddenly, Bob hiked up the shirt of Kevin's Candy Club uniform, exposing his torso.

"Wow, what a juicy looking tummy! I can't wait to dig in!"

Bob suddenly dove his face into Kevin's stomach, gently nibbling on the area around his belly button.

"AAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! SH-SHIHIHIHIHIT! STOPSTOPSTOPSTOP! IHIHIHIHI'M GONNA DIHIHIHIE!"

But he didn't stop, instead he just kept nibbling all around the sensitive belly, blowing the occasional raspberry.

"GAHAHAHAHAHAHA! AAAAAHAHAHAHA! EEEEK!"

"Mmmm, Did you know that the sugar sticking to your body has given you a sweet taste?"

Kevin guessed that made sense, he always came home smelling like some sort of syrup or sweet.

"I'll admit it was hard to find you. But then all I had to do was follow those little kids. And your little boyfriend gave me a helping hand as well~..."

Boyfriend?

STREBER!

Oh god, what has this maniac done to Streber?!

Kevin was soon ripped from his thoughts, as a huge raspberry was blown onto his ever-sensitive ribs.

"EEEEEEEHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! NOHOHOHOHOHO!"

Bob blew a couple more raspberries, until suddenly stopping. His eyes grew wide and a low grumble could be heard from his stomach.

He dropped Kevin onto the floor, and rushed out the door and into a public bathroom across the street.

Kevin caught his breath, patting himself down to get rid of the tingly feeling.

He stood up again, dusting himself off, and rushed out the door, heading towards his home, dialing the police all the way.

He arrived at the house, only to be informed that Streber had been attacked and the others took him to the hospital.

Luckily, when Kevin came, he saw that Streber was going to be fine, leaving this experience with only a missing arm.

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THE END.

[d1g1tald1saster]

A lot of QSMP incorrect quotes

prepare yourself

Slimecicle: I would never say that my wife is a bitch and I don’t don’t like them. That’s not true… My wife is a bitch and I like them so much!

Foolish: Yum, thanks! 

Kidnapper: *puts more tape over their mouth* I said stop eating it. 

Etoiles: The ‘how the fucks’ and 'why are you so dumbs’ don’t matter. All that matters is that I have a new gun. 

Jaiden: I'm a nice person, but I'm about to start throwing rocks at people. 

Bad: Underestimate me. That'll be fun. 

Slimecicle: Well, if you're not at least a little bit gay for your friends, then what kind of friend are you? 

Philza: My knee just cracked so loudly that I half expect it to glow in the dark tonight. 

Forever: *slowly pushes a cannon into a 17th century bank* Okay everyone, be cool. This is a robbery. 

Roier: My life isn't as glamourous as my wanted poster makes it look. 

Cellbit: I only have two emotions: exhaustion and stress. And I’m somehow always feeling both simultaneously. 

Jaiden: My aesthetic is "would be suspected of witchcraft by small town citizens." 

Slimecicle: Operation no more distractions is a go! 

*not even 10 seconds later* 

Slimecicle: Oh, look! A butterfly! 

Roier: Drink your school, stay in drugs, and get 8 hours of drugs. 

Bagherra: The only thing I'm guilty of is being adorable... ...and also assault with a deadly weapon. 

Quackity after the show: I have been tricked, I have been backstabbed, and I have quite possibly been bamboozled. 

Bagherra: What, I can’t be in a bad mood? It’s like people think, “Oh, Bagherra is such a nice person, Bagherra is so happy-go-lucky! Bagherra can’t be in a bad mood!” Well, you know what? Bagherra CAN be in a bad mood. And right now, Bagherra IS be in a bad mood. 

Forever: If I make you breakfast in bed, a simple "thank you" is all I need. 

Forever: Not all this "how did you get into my house" business. 

Badboyhalo: My expectations were low but holy fudge. 

Quackity: When I see initials carved into a tree with a heart I think it’s so romantic. Two lovers on a date... one of them carrying a knife for some reason. 

Quackity: Assert your dominance over your friends by kicking them in the face, and then giving them a little smooch on the forehead! 

Slimecicle: The waiter at Olive Garden has been grating my cheese for 6 hours now, waiting for me to say when. Customers are screaming. Three people have died. 

Slimecicle: I will not yield. 

Badboyhalo: I just learned a way to get furniture cheap. Steal it! 

El Mariana: I love saying 'fuck me' because it can either be sexual or self-loathing and those are two things that describe me perfectly. 

Etoiles: *cocks gun* Go to Bed. This is no longer a request, This is now a Threat. 

Badboyhalo: I'd roast you, but my mom says you can't burn trash. 

Badboyhalo: *slow-mo walks out of the room* 

Roier: I can't believe there's a cat somewhere in my house. Amazing feeling. Love cats. And he's here, in my house! Somewhere! And I may encounter him! What a treat. 

Etoiles: I’m sick and tired of being called 'mortal' like, you don’t know that. Neither do I. I have never died even ONCE. Nothing has been proven yet. Stop making assumptions. It’s rude. 

Jaiden: I am free of all prejudice. I hate everyone equally. 

Foolish: If we were in prison you guys would be like my bitches. 

Roier: Why are you on fire?  Badboyhalo: This is just how my day is going.

Slimecicle: Murder literally doesn’t hurt anyone! 

Wilbur: What are you talking about? Of course— 

Etoiles, holding out a hand to shut Wilbur up: No, no, they have a point— 

Badboyhalo: Well, Forever and I finally did it! 

The rest of the squad: *gasps, shocked expressions, etc.* 

Badboyhalo: That's right... We held hands! 

Roier: To everyone who has treated me poorly; I am sexier than you. 

Roier: Wait, if baby oil dissolves condoms, what does it do to babies? 

Cellbit: Believe it or not, babies and condoms are made of different materials. 

Jaiden: It’s like rock paper scissors. Baby oil defeats condom, baby defeats baby oil, condom defeats baby. 

Bagherra from across the room: Rock also defeats baby!

Philza, holding a kettle: Coffee or tea? 

Forever: Tea, please~

Philza: Wrong. It's coffee. 

Slimecicle: I’m gonna die alone. 

Wilbur: Slimecicle, you’re not gonna die alone. 

Slimecicle: Mariana, was my safety net, okay? We got divorced and now I have to get a snake. 

Quackity: Uh-huh. Why is that? 

Slimecicle: If I’m gonna be an old lonely person, I’m gonna need a thing, you know? A hook. Like that guy in the subway who eats his own face. 

Slimecicle: So I figured I’ll be “Crazy Man With A Snake”, you know? Crazy snake man. 

Slimecicle: Then I’ll get more snakes, call them my babies. Kids won’t walk past my place, they will run! RUN AWAY FROM CRAZY SNAKE MAN! 

Forever I got us matching friendship bracelets, and you say I don't care about our relationship. 

Badboyhalo: These are handcuffs. 

Forever: Yeah, 'cause we're partners in crime! 

Badboyhalo: I want to be like a caterpillar. 

Forever: Explain?

Badboyhalo: Eat a lot, sleep for a while, wake up beautiful. 

Forever: You know they have a lifespan of a week, right? 

Badboyhalo: 

Badboyhalo: That's just another highlight! 

Bagherra: My stomach growled super loud in French. 

Bagherra: I would like to clarify, my stomach did not speak in French. It growled during a meet up with the French creators. 

Badboyhalo: Bonjour. 

Cellbit: Le growl. 

Forever: Hon hon hon, feed me a baguette. 

Foolish: *sucking on a popsicle* 

Roier: Pfft, you practicing for when Vegetta gets here? 

Foolish: *takes a huge ass bite out of the popsicle* 

Roier: *Concern* 

Badboyhalo: Hey, if you type in your password, it'll show in stars. 

Badboyhalo: ********* see! 

Foolish: hunter2 

Foolish: Doesn't look like stars to me. 

Badboyhalo: Foolish: ******* 

Badboyhalo: That's what I see. 

Foolish: Oh, really? 

Badboyhalo: Absolutely. 

Foolish: You can go hunter2 my hunter2-ing hunter2. 

Foolish: Haha, does that look funny to you? 

Badboyhalo: Lol, yes. See when YOU type hunter2, it shows it to us as ******* 

Foolish: That's cool. I didn't know this site did that. 

Badboyhalo: Yup. No matter how many times you type hunter2, it will show to us as ******* 

Foolish: Awesome. 

Foolish: Wait, how do you know my password? 

Badboyhalo: Er, I just copy pasted YOUR ******'s and it appears to YOU as hunter2 cause it's your password. 

Foolish: Oh, ok. 

Etoiles: Slash gamemode creative. 

Bagherra: Dude, this isn't Min- 

Etoiles: *starts levitating* 

Jaiden: Who else is hiding in the laundry room trying to listen to Max and Quackity's convo? 

Badboyhalo: Me. I'm in the laundry basket. 

Jaiden: I'm in the washing machine. 

Foolish: I'm in the closet. 

Badboyhalo: We accept you Roier. <3

Foolish: No I'm literally in the closet. 

Badboyhalo: Love is love. <3 

Badboyhalo: I've connected the two dots. 

Foolish: You didn't connect shit. 

Badboyhalo: I've connected them. 

Bagherra: Bagherra! For the love of god, please turn down that music. I have a hangover. 

Forever: *blasting the mii theme at full volume* That sounds like a you problem, not a mii 

problem. 

Philza: I’ve become a bread crumb dealer to four crows at the lake. They pay me with a bit of everything. Like shiny things, fabric, or pens. But recently they paid me with a 20 dollar bill they found somewhere. So I decided to buy them some more expensive bread. They loved it. So they understand what to do. Give me money. I’ve probably racked up about 200 dollars at this point. Is it morally wrong though, I mean. They’re the ones who steal the money from others. Or perhaps they just have a big pile laying somewhere. Should I keep on doing this? 

Badboyhalo: You sound like the start of a Batman villain. 

Philza: So, Wilbur is no longer allowed to take the trash out at night. 

Chayanne: Why? 

Philza: Because I've caught them trying to train raccoons to fight five times in a row. 

Wilbur, arms crossed and pouting: You'll be thanking me when the third raccoon battalion saves your ass. 

Roier: We need a diversion. I say Cellbit gets naked. 

Cellbit: No. 

Roier: I could get naked. 

Everyone: NO!!! 

Badboyhalo: Sometimes I wonder if I’m hearing voices. 

Badboyhalo: Then I remember that’s the last bit of sanity I have trying to get me to fall asleep at a reasonable time. 

Slimecicle: Hello, McDonald's, I would like to purchase 130 chicken nuggets. Prepare yourselves. 

[fandomsoda]

sorry if this comes off as rude, but as an aro person. it kind of feels strange that you CONSTANTLY push that aros can be in relationships. just for xvials. like it genuinly makes me uncomfortable as an aro that wants an romantic relationship but feels not attraction. it just feels very like . gross

Ok wow this ask was a lot to take in so please bear with me here as I try to format my thoughts properly-

First of all this doesn't come off as rude, don't worry, but it definitely feels like a stretch though I'm sure this is more misinterpretation… I definitely can say that receiving this didn't feel good in the slightest but that doesn't mean you're being rude.

Secondly, to address what you've actually said, I feel like saying that I talk about partnering aros constantly is a massive exaggeration. And I don't feel like I "push" that aro people can have partners, I simply mention it from time to time and occasionally reblog posts that mention it. I more often than not try to find posts and stuff supporting the entire aro community, I don't seek to zero in on a specific part constantly as all aromantic people are incredibly valid. The reason I have talked about partnering aros specifically in the past is due to the fact that I notice a lot of erasure towards that part of the community, not because I see them as more valid or because they justify shipping.

Thirdly, on that note, I don't talk about these things just for Xvials??? I would never talk about any part of queerness just to push a ship. That's, as you said, incredibly gross and disgusting and objectifying identities and experiences like that is wrong. Xvials is simply a fictional example of two aro people potentially being together, it's not and would never be the sole reason for me speaking out about an identity.

I'm genuinely sorry if you ever felt that I was doing that in some way, I'd be wildly uncomfortable if I was in your position as well. I just never perceived my behavior as coming off that way and would never intentionally do that. If there's any behavior in particular I can/should stop/change, let me know because I never want to send this kind of message.

I'll be entirely honest, I've been anxious to answer this because I'm afraid people won't understand that I'm genuine in what I say and will assume I'm just being performative, especially when it's something as serious as this- I have several posts queued up for tomorrow specifically supporting and shouting out non-partnering aros and I don't want people to think that I only reblogged those things just to cover my own ass or something- pardon that tangent I just figured I'd say that.

I don't really know how to close this off properly and I don't want to invalidate your feelings or come off as too defensive, I just genuinely didn't intend to come off this way and feel like parts of your statement are slightly exaggerated.. I hope you understand.

Edit: ok so this was a very customer-service-y and vaguely dismissive response which I am not proud of. Better response here, it covers the situation in the detail it deserves.

[jazzhandsmcleg]

tomorrow is my last day at my current job, which was only ever a three-year contracted position. I don't yet have anything else lined up to replace it, and it's not for lack of trying. in fact, I'm waiting to hear from one place to see if they want to interview me, and waiting to hear from another place who said they'd make a decision this week. but I don't know what's coming next. if not one of those two places -- and in fact even if it is the second place; it doesn't pay a whole lot and I have a shiny new car loan to pay off -- I'm going to have to go out and get a retail job or two while I wait for my professional prospects to improve. story of my generation, right?

I've done that before. I don't really want to do it again, but I'll do it if I have to and it'll be fine.

work the last few days have been odd. I've been trying to wrap up one last project, and the deadline of "Friday" has really put me in the zone. I blink and ninety minutes have gone by. blink again and it's lunch time. lunch today was odd, too. my boss ordered in pizza and a salad and all of us commandeered the lunchroom and shot the shit for almost an hour, aka almost twice as long as our government-mandated lunch breaks. I often get weird about eating with people and COVID is always more or less a concern, so I've never actually eaten with any of my coworkers before. they gave me a card, cleverly done up to look like a governmental record. even the people I've seldom interacted with, even the lady who I suspect doesn't really like me very much, added a nice thing or two to it.

tomorrow I'm taking a cake and some popcorn for everyone to eat, as a little reciprocal goodbye gift. if it weren't for that and for the project I have to finish tomorrow (and, well, for the eight hours of vacation pay transferred to cash I'd be giving up), I'd be tempted to just call out tomorrow and go out without any awkward goodbyes. but it'd be kind of rude to do that to my coworkers, who are a pretty good bunch of people. but I'm not ready to leave. but I've been ready to leave for at least a year and a half at this point. but I've known when I was going to be leaving, at the absolute latest, since the day I was hired.

you know a place after three years, you know? it matters in the way all things do after three years. it's weird to think, I will likely never see these people again. it's a bit of a relief. it's a bit sad. after three years, it's mostly just weird.

I'm so tired. I'm a little glad I evidently don't have anything lined up, because it means I get to take next week to "do nothing"...by which I mean I will clean and apply for retail jobs that I hope will hire me even though I haven't done customer service since 2019 and tackle some home projects I've been putting off and cook and. life goes on.

I'm so tired. I drove home today in an exhausted fugue, my mind stretched out and my back sore from craning over papers all day. I sat down to do my budget before I make the cake, and found myself dissatisfied with all my music. I made a new station on Pandora -- well, technically pianobar -- that spun off from The War on Drugs, and got Under the Pressure, eight and a half minutes of serious, dreamy guitar and solo tenor vocals, with a little brass on the side.

under the pressure indeed.

I opened up realtor.com instead of my budget spreadsheet and started looking at pictures of pretty houses in my area. they're all still out of my price range for the foreseeable future, and it's odd because today I can't even imagine myself living in any of those houses. all of my problems would just be there with me instead of here. is that realization maturity?

life sure does go on.

[donnerpartyofone]

Despite the internet's reputation as a boiling cauldron of bad feelings that foment into bad behaviors even in the most ordinary people, it's surprising how little of that I've experienced directly. Maybe it's because I don't spend a lot of time on Twitter or Facebook where things seem extra bad, I don't know, but the number of times I've encountered what I'd call a genuine troll are very few and far between. The small number of people I've had friction with here were, in descending order of volume:

1. People who actually mean well and want to socialize, they just can't balance their anxiety and need for attention well enough to really get along with people in the long term. They're like lonely kids who break something so a busy parent will notice them. I usually give these people a chance until they get cross a line, which they can't seem to help doing, but they never seem totally happy about it. Oh well.

2. People who are obviously nuts, if you'll parson my glibness. Oustanding examples include the guy who I thought was joking about asking me to be in fetish porn involving wedgies, until I realized he was serious because he became rude about it; some far-right kook who sent me a lot of fragmented scraps of "news" about the dangers of immigration in Scandinavia; somebody who tried to make me help him stalk my friend, who then stalked me for a while. Dealing with people like this sucks, but it's hard to get fully angry at someone who is totally disconnected from reality.

3. Finally, actual trolls. I mean a REAL troll should be a brilliant prankster who can wind you up in an imaginative way, but there aren't many of those in the world so for convenience's sake we'll include people with no sense of humor who are just rude to strangers on purpose for no reason. I've encountered way fewer of these guys in the last 10+ years here than I'd ever have imagined. None of them stand out in my memory, they're not interesting. It's always the same: Some dude I've never heard of finds a post of mine and adds a shitty comment that has no real substance to it, it kind of just amounts to "I don't like your blog." And there's really no way to look dumber than admitting that you follow and interact with people you don't like; this abuse doesn't work the way the troll thinks it does, I'm never personally offended--how could I be, who cares how these people feel? I usually just have a moment of confusion about why people who think they're so superior only do things that they say are beneath them--I mean, if you're so much better than everybody else, don't you have something important to do?--but I know in reality they're just people who have no power in their own lives. They're like customers who abuse cashiers and waiters because it's the only time they feel like they have power over anything. It's annoying, but it's also really pathetic and hard to take seriously. Blocking them is like a little gift you donate to the poor, because it makes them feel like they "owned" you and have "won" something, though what prize that is is known only to them. Whatever, they can have it.

For the most part though, people on tumblr have been surprisingly nice to me. I've made a lot of great friends, and even the strangers who just stop by now and again are usually kind or, at the very least, polite. Maybe I just don't post a lot of the hot button stuff that attracts friction, like politics or nudes, but if I had only my own experience to go on, I'd say the internet is a much nicer place than people would have you think it is.

[signalhill-if]

I'm averse to including any customization options that either don't contribute to the overall experience of the story/worldbuilding or restrict the player's imagination unnecessarily. I consider colour options to be both of those, at least in this game. So no

not the same anon, but im genuinely really curious as to why you think this. I think it's a really interesting perspective. i was wondering if you could perhaps expand on this. 👀 /g

i hope it doesn't come off as rude, im genuinely interested to know more about your perspective on this,only if you feel comfortable doing so ofc, if not feel free to ignore this ask. 😅

I am always open to rambling about my game design philosophy anon 😌

I am of the opinion that every single choice you make in game design must serve the game in some specific, defensible way. If it isn't serving the game, it's bloat, and it needs to be excised. The number one thing that kills a project (especially in indie) is feature creep, so for me, being conservative with game design is extremely important. This is also going to probably be in my portfolio, meaning it's especially important to show a future employer that I know how to manage a project like this, since at the kind of indie studio I want to work at people tend to wear a lot of hats.

The number one example I can give you of feature creep to explain why it's so deadly is Yandere Simulator. Funny game concept, terrible execution. Why? Feature creep. Also the dev is a creep. But primarily feature creep. The game had a whole slew of clubs you could join, a full menu of dozens of easter eggs, a bunch of carefully crafted events with placeholder characters... He was so busy implementing random crap and then fixing all the bugs he introduced that he did not implement the first rival, the purpose of the game, for like 8 years.

What the fuck does that mean? It means if you let the project get bloated, you let it get fucking bad. There is no fixing Yandere Simulator now. Those decisions have doomed it.

Tight game design, on the other hand, feels great. This is why I love Apocalypse World so much. Everything is deeply intentional and extremely tight. That kind of tight, focused game design is what I'm trying to aim for here. Everything must serve the game.

With that in mind, how about I show you how Apocalypse World handles character customization? Here's the Skinner playbook:

Mwah. Beautiful. They show you only enough to clue you in on who your character might be- showy, expressive, troubled, lush. These are playbook specific, meaning a different character will have a different array of options. It's minimalist, it's focused, and it has no fluff.

It's easy to think about character creation as "just what you need to do before the game starts," but that's a misunderstanding. Character creation is the first impression a player gets of your world and its rules. And just like you want to present yourself well in your job interview, you want to present your game well in the "am I going to bother playing this" interview.

The approach I've chosen is meant to mirror that anti-bloat philosophy. What I want to tell players is that this game is gonna be stylish, a little more mechanically involved than what they're used to, but importantly, tight as fuck. So choosing the options wisely and removing bloat means getting that message across. Colour is bloat. The game will never reference your character's skin or hair or eye colour, because that's just not really how I write. It doesn't contribute to the worldbuilding, and the player will naturally decide those things themselves regardless of whether I give them the option. So it's gotta be cut.

Does that mean this approach should apply to everything? No. You've gotta make sure it fits your game. For example, for another game technically inspired by Apocalypse World (twice removed haha), @zorlok-if does this incredibly well. It has an absolutely bonkers amount of customization, a real maximalist approach that makes a huge impact when you start up the game- it makes you feel like a kid in a candy store. And it works great, because it matches the feel of the game.

All of this is a long way of saying that you've got to be intentional with every aspect of your game design, even the ones that don't feel like they matter much.

[drathahdrabbles]

Okay time for the Ihehshk and Pen lore I promised

I recently posted that my asks are open and that I'll be answering them with illustrated answers! In that post I shared an image featuring a Drathah character and a human character that I haven't shared before! So that's what this post is about! Those two and their lore and also their refs. For some context, there exist in my mind Two Time Points, from which various stories on Thardahk take place around. The one I visit more frequently, and from which I reference more of the events and story lines of Drathah history and individual character events, takes place in the year 1148 on Thardahk. It's the first point I thought of, the one I think about more often, the one during which more of my characters and stories take place around. For the Drathah it's a rather unassuming year, but a lot of things happen just before and just after. It's sort of the equivalent to 2019/2020 for us. Technically in the past, but a lot of shit happens so it doesn't feel like it, and during that time we had no clue what was headed our way. The other point in time is 1219, which is where Ihehshk and Penjani come in. 1219 is sort of Thardahk's sci-fi space age. Thardahk years are weird, so even though all the other characters are "only 70 years older" one Thardahk year is THREE human years, so actually over 200 human years have passed. (This is just reminding me I haven't talked about the Thardahk calender/times for things on here yet...) Earth and the human race are also highly advanced. I originally said earth was 500 years in the future, but I might change that to be less. Faster then light travel, planetary colonization, genetic modification, other advanced sciences and medicines, as well as a completely different political landscape. I haven't worked out all of the bits and world building for this time of the Drathah story, because as I mentioned it's pretty secondary to everything else. I like sci-fi but I struggle to write it. 1219 is sort of my fun playground compared to 1148's more serious story writing. It's for me to consider how humans might interact with the Drathah, and vice versa. It's for fun silly space stories.

But in order to explore these fun silly space stories, I need characters through which to explore them and tell them! And so Ihehshk and Pen were created! Ihehshk are both Astronaut/Scientist/Social ambassador folks! They're part of a human and drathah program, where various kinds of folks from both species hang out as essentially roommates, and teach each other about their languages, cultures, science and technology. They're sorta coworkers sorta roommates, but they are genuinely friends! Pen really likes talking about human cultures, and learning about Drathah fashion and holidays. Ihehshk really likes talking about history and learning about Earth's animals and human technology. Also yes, their height difference in the asks post is accurate. Pen is 5'10" (177.8cm), and Ihehshk is 7'10" (238.76cm). I'm realizing now, several hours later, that I forgot Pen's mole and piercings in the asks post.... sigh It always has to be AFTER you've posted it that you notice the obvious and easily avoidable mistake right???

Please ignore almost all of the numbers on Ihehshk's reference. Those numbers are no longer cannon. The day and month of their birthday is still correct, but not the year. (Thardahk has 17 months. I promise I'll share the calendar publicly eventually......)

Also here's a fullbody so your can see all of Ihehshk's patterns. 100% sfw and not even rude. The Drathah have way looser modesty customs and also no visible physical differences between sexes, and they're furry, like your dog, so yeah, sometimes if the weather's nice and they're just loungin about they don't wear clothes. Casual events might call for shorts. I forget if I've posted about this on here already.

So yeah!!! Those are my newest weirdos! If you're interested in learning more about them or the world they live in pop a question in my ask box! :D I'd love to draw them answering it!

[serpulalacrymans]

It’s quite boring because I’m almost ALWAYS by myself. Nobody else is usually in the store with me and I only get the occasional junkie or annoying teenager coming in to bother me and try to hit on me or some other bullshit. The junkies are usually fun to talk to at least, but they’re out quicker then they came.

Yeah you got that right about people in this town being nasty, god damn they’ll just LOOK at you weird if you even SNEEZE. Pisses me the fuck off.

That blonde guy though…he wasn’t rude at least. I appreciated that. I think about him still. I wish he’d come back in someday…so I can ask for his name…That’s not weird, right?

Uh..anyways…how’s that warehouse job? Bet you’re pretty strong, from liftin’ boxes all night long anyway lol…

oh god I’m coming off as so fucking weird aren’t I.

Oh... That sounds scary. I can't do customer service. I'm not good with people. Unfortunately I'm afraid I'm one of those people that look at others funny sometimes. Not because I mean to necessarily, but I just don't like people. You're a lot braver than I am haha. I don't think I could work in a space where people talk to staff like that..

I'm... Glad you have at least someone to make the night easier. It's nice finding a small solace in exhaust.

My job is alright. For the most part I'm left to my own devices which I appreciate. My coworkers don't step on my toes very much. I'm not really bothered. I work better that way and everyone just kind of agrees. I do have to work with people a lot which I don't enjoy but they're decent people so no harm is really done. I do lift a lot. And also pull and push. I also scan and print and label... Boring things.