#ignore the fake png

[chaotic-average-child]

Listen in my defense it wouldn't leave my brain

[glsneeg-enthusiast]

@charicheri why your man built like this

[crabknee]

crab I would love nothing more than to hear about war of the elements….. do regale me with your wisdom

OMG YIPPEE OK OK OK OK

ok so the main idea for the world/story (gonna call it the story from here on out) is that people can conjure weapons from elements (or at least some people can, haven't really figured out the criteria yet) What element their weapon is conjured of depends on their heritage/what country they're from. I haven't figured out a lot of countries yet, but there are two major ones that I have figured out. The japanese inspired kingdom with the element of light/sun and the german inspired kingdom (might branch out to some other central european countries) with the lightning element. By the time of the story these two countries are at war with each other and have been for quite a while (thinking about making it a 100 year war, seems like it would be cool)

Archer lady is a high ranking general in the sun nations army, and she wields a sun-energy Yumi (which is a traditional japanese bow that is very tall) Another great drawing of her below that I'm very proud of

The entire sun kingdom has a whole bird motif going on so that is encorperated in her design with the feathers on the yumi. She is also, like, early to mid 50's in age

There is also another character that I have yet to draw from the sun kingdom that is just stuck in my brain but I love her. She is the kings right hand woman and she will wield a long kind of katana (have to figure out which kind exactly) I also want her to have a helmet with a bird motif, somewhat like this (ignore fake png please)

Also, the way I want sunlight weapons to look somewhat like this, with a white light in the middle surrounded my a warm soft orange (ignore that this is lightning which is litterally their main enemy, in my defense this is sunlight spear from dark souls which is both sun and lightning)

But neither of these to people are the main character, the main character is this guy

He is also yet unnamed but my irl friends (aside from pie) have taken to calling him john lightning (NOT HIS NAME) do with that information what you will

anyway, notice that he has a katana (japanese) that is lightning (german)? huh how curious, wonder why that could be...

To make a long story short (you can find his story in more detail under my save tag on my blog if you want, this post is just for an overview of the story, my save tag is "save" archer lady is also there as well as a demon slayer oc) His dad is an emmigrant from lightning kingdom who fled to sun kingdom after [something I have not decided yet] and fell in love with mcs mom and they had mc. Dad died when mc was pretty young but he lived a happy life with his mom until one day the lady with the bird helmet came to their village and slaughtered all the villagers because of a rumor of a lightning kingdom spy. She then kills mcs mom right in front of him and mc charges out from their hiding place full of anger to kill. The lady is surprised, but very interrested in mc because of his mixture of the cultures, which is a thing that almost never happens, especially between sun and lightning, and therefor decides to let him live, but she does cut of his arm as a warning. Then he ran. he ran far. he ran until he couldn't see the village anymore. And now he was alone.

After this I haven't really had his story as set in stone, but I want to things, I want him to rebel against the sun kingdoms tyranny and I REALLY want his story to follow maslows hierarchy of needs in some way, I think that would be very interesting.

That's about all I have so far, the sun kingdom is definitly the most fleshed out so far since it's where it all takes place, but I also really like lightning and german weapons and will definitly be expanding that at some point.

The things I also want to include are things like

A middle eastern inspired nation (the middle east has some sick weapons, especially their curved swords, fucking love middle eastern swords)

A fire kingdom (obviosly)

An extensive lightning kingdom noble family

RETAINERS FOR THE NOBLE FAMILY!!! FUCKING LOVE RETAINERS AND UNDYING LOYALTY

possibly a spanish/italian country, they have some cool weapons that I could do something with, also france, but I need to research their weapons more

A water place (MAYBE with ice but that might also be sepperate)

Extra lightning guy pic here

really proud of the arm on this one, I also have a few others, but they are from before his outfit got a major overhaul so I don't like them, and another one that I LOVE I can't really show because it was made by a friend and I haven't asked for permission and I don't want to disrespect my friend even though it would probably be ok

Anyway suggestions and feedback greatly appreciated!!!

[gardevoir-official]

Happy Birthday.... To Me! (Drawing)

JUNE 12, 07

It's my birthday, and I decided to celebrate by drawing my sona! She's the avatar of this account (Yeah, I kinda ditched the whole "being a character account" thing)

[IMAGE ID: Gardé, a gardevoir dressed up in demon-like attire, is holding her black-and-red skirt. She has on a demon-horn headband and a fake tail. The lyrics "I'm Just 16" (From the song Sixteen) are drawn in a pale red beside her, along with the text "H.BD! June 12". The background is a light blue gradient with purple near the bottom.]

Of course, I made another version! I put some memes and quotes here and there to give it more of a "messy" feel since I've been into those sorts of images lately!

[IMAGE ID: The same drawing, with a few minor additions. The phrase "Pop a gun in ur mouth & make a brain zluzhie >.<" (Zluzhie means slushie), a horizontally stretched PNG of Rin Kagamine, a photo of Sara Chidouin with the caption "The age of consent it 18 years old", and a photo of a sad cat having a birthday party with a text box saying "Unfortunately, the clock is ticking. The hours are going by. The past increases. The future decreases. Possibilities decreasing. Regrets increasing. Do you understand?" With the response prompts "I understand" and "Remain ignorant" are added.]

The "I'll pop a gun in ur mouth" thing is a reference, by the way.

[vanilla-flavored-icecream]

SCAMP TON REAL

just leaving this here before I vanish into the abyss again lmao.

Refrence I used (ignore the fake png pls):

[reputayswift]

I AM IN LOVE WITH YOUR PWMOV GIFSET!!! How do you make your gifs look so sharp on this day and age where tumblr mp4s them all? I love your edits🥹💜💜💜

THANK YOU 🥹💜💜💜 I took many risks w that set so that makes me so happy!!! Here’s how I approach my gifs nowadays:

OKAY SO this has been a theory of mine for years and I just started trying it out: your gifs might look clearer if you ignore the 540px/177px/268px recommendation bc tumblr actually blows your gifs up a little.

This seems to be more successful if you’re working w pngs or 2-3 column gifs (I’m finding that my 3 in 1 gif (which I set at a width of 816px) sometimes comes up blurry until I refresh the page, but I can post 1 column pngs at like 1000px w no problem).

You can also avoid the gif>mp4 conversion if you include transparency in your gif, so if you include fake, transparent spacing (like w my Howl’s Moving Castle set) or just resize your gif at the very end to be one pixel taller you should be okay!

And, ofc, good clip quality and sharpening is a must. I’ve been using Pexels a TON lately bc they have really high quality, free-to-use footage! And for sharpening I usually just use Photopea’s default smart sharpening.

I’ve also been experimenting w adding a high pass filter. For Photopea, what I do is duplicate my UNSHARPENED frames, sharpen the bottom group as usual, and then set the top group to “Overlay” and then going to Filter > Other > High Pass and set the radius to .05. Then I select both groups and go to Layer > Animation > Merge and they turn out extra crisp!

[tripleboy]

Where would I fall on your fight chart, in your opinion?

ignore the fact i used a fake png for the little icon

[playersleft]

It’s not real.

The only trace of sense that remains is clawing into her skull, reminding on loop: It’s not real. It’s not real. It’s not real.

Still conscious, still detecting the shifts: Rain. Honey. Water the grass. The animals need to eat. I need to eat. 27′s hum sounds a certain way before saying my number.  26 is a little upset at me... but worried, too? They’re both dorks. They’re putting something on the roof.

Conscious, aware, the words floating in her mind echo the truth of things happening around her, as well as the most prevalent truth: It’s not real. This is a game.

Echoes are all her mind can do.

It was unexpected; Every other instance of this game had been fine, more or less. Hiccups on occasion, but overall, it was fun! With some of her dear friends, they were set on a raft in the middle of the ocean, and told to make the most of it. For the most part, she found her peace in organizing, expanding, making their raft feel like home. 26 and 27 seemed to have fun a bit more on the external side-- Exploring the islands, finding puzzles, unlocking codes to the next, learning every new thing there is. She tended to keep to her favorites, but it’s fun to listen, and sometimes it’s fun to tag along! That’s normally how it went.

It’s just a game. It’s just a game, like any other.

But the imagery took her by surprise...   Why? She likes animals enough, that’s a given fact-- one that even tends to be hailed to her more than her heart sided with. Still, she had no issue calling out how brainless these ones were; reciting that they were just bundles of code and color, she had no issue killing them on occasion either. It’s just a game-- But even if it weren’t, she could turn her eyes away enough. Her affections... are usually played up.

So why? The angry eyes of something dog-like, glaring at her from a dark cage-- The imagery is so overdone, and so png. It was drawn, and slapped onto a square of black. Who cares?    Why did it... make her sad? Why couldn’t she go fight them?

‘What’s the point of this?’ She kept thinking-- ‘They didn’t do anything wrong, it’s that guy’. But it’s all fake anyway. And her friends could’ve used more help! It’s a game, this is an objective, but it felt like her mind was already slipping to somewhere else. Somewhere... back-- But what on earth could it have reminded her of? Should she even try to place it? It doesn’t matter, so...

... It’s embarrassing, for her mind to leave her body this way. The awareness that she was being looked at, that they wanted to know, Why didn’t you help? But even if she had the words to explain, her voice wasn’t connected to anything, Concerned, 27 opened his arms to her, and her heart melted-- But if she went to him, who would have received it? ... Not her, that’s all she knew. There wasn’t a presence in this body.

Get the honey. Water the grass. Feed yourself. 26 is upset... 27′s already noticed. This is a game.

This is a game. It’s with that mindset that she grabbed her spear and went forward again. It’s a game, there’s an objective, they could use help, and I wanna know where the story goes. It’s with that mindset that she went forward again.

Stabbing the creatures, ignoring the eyes that looked to her-- Focus on the enemy, the story, the well-being of her friends. Like always. It wasn’t a difficult thing to do. It wasn’t difficult at all, and her mind even began to find footing in her body once aga-

          “Mom..-”

        Suddenly, a face walked by. An NPC. A scrappily made 3d model. The same as every other in this game, it was barely relevant to the story, and had only a single line of stock dialogue.

                                   It’s fake. It’s fake. It’s a game. It’s a game.                       There’s supplies here. There’s decorations. There’s story. There’s design. This is cool. This is cool.

                                                                      “M-Mom-! Wait!”

As it walked away, idly following a base map laid out by a few devs, something in her heart dropped.                           It’s fake. It’s a game. It’s not real.         26 spoke, now 27. Where did they run off to? Oh-- No, 27′s right there.   He’s looking at you. He knows something’s up. He’s here. He’s not real.

                                                “Momma... You’re so beautiful...”

As it sat on the bench, the sunlight, a cheeky golden color filter, framed her face perfectly.

               It’s fake. It’s so fake.  It’s not real. It’s not real.                    There’s no texture. The colors suck. It’s such a crappy 3d model.       It’s only the skin and hair that’s similar at all. You’d rarely even dress like that. These eyes are so em-- so full... So warm....                       Your cheeks are beautiful..                                     I can see every pore, every bend of the light                     Every eyelash, every hair, your eyes, how you look at me,                                Momma, you’re here--

                                                      .... 27′s looking at you. 26 found something.                                             Game...                  ... Mom-

Play cool. It’s fake. Walk away. Look for those supplies they talked about. See what’s around.

They’re going back to the raft, and she should too, it’s right over there.

But I....                                    But--              bBut I>>..!

     [  BUt IA ncAN’t L33aVE HE_rRR-! ]

                                    it’sf a. .eak it’s fak-e it’ snot rela auit’s no it’s fake

                     she3--s  not hEEre sh7s n;t her ehas its fak.ee

        [ I CAN’T LE3AV-- HER NO8W-!?

               AFTER EV8;;RYTH1iiiiii.nG !.! ]

              the’yrea getin0g on the ra.fffft htey want tO2 go you shou17d go

                                                                                       should go

 [ BUT Sh$$$4′s RIGHT HE.>>>>>>>>>>009,R ]

           go should. go.

                                         food low water low - == should go.

       the edges of the screen [ BLUR ] and.cc rgb filter shift =on                                                                        c        vignette =on                                                     [dying] TICKING  csound fx =on                                                                  CAMERA  SW4AY =on

                                       return to raft to proceed playing                                   [ easy mode respawn active, no inventory lost ]

     She’s riight. here      I can’t l3eav66 h.r. I don’t wan

     --------     I’ll never [ see ] he--r ag .again. -----

                                                                                              “  Momma...!  “

                          [ if I stay, until the last possible second-- ]

...

...

...

It’s not real.

...

I should announce myself. An animal clipping through the wall. This game is so...

“She’s back on the boat.”

...

I’m sorry. That was embarrassing.

[seb-owns-these-tatas]

7th Dimension (Chapter 7.6)

PREVIOUSLY ON CHAPTER 7.5

7TH DIMENSION MASTERLIST

7TH DIMENSION WATTPAD LINK (I’m always 1-2 chapters ahead in this site) (Head on to it and don’t be shy to introduce yourselves or leave a comment! <3 Love y'all! <3) (Chapter 8.3 has been posted already in Wattpad! I just realize how FAR ahead I am in Wattpad now. I’M SORRY! Readers have just been more interactive there rather than in Tumblr. Heehee.)

Characters: Gojo Satoru x Small!Naive!Fem!Foreign!Reader | THIS IS A MULTI-CHAPTER FIC. THIS IS AN X READER FANFIC WHO HAS BEEN BROUGHT TO THE DIMENSION OF JUJUTSU KAISEN | (Trust me, you'll live. I hope?)

Summary: (Part 7) Mind Training with Gojo Satoru had been beneficial to the both of you. You were given a mission to bake him sweets and in return of earning a 10/10 rating from the Great Teacher Gojo would result for a Shopping Spree treat from the Strongest Jujutsu Sorcerer alive. Additional Summary for this chapter: Satoru hadn't been ignorant over the sheer excitement you had for Tokyo's arcade establishments which is why he had pulled you through a trap that expected people to receive entertainment over what is being offered. Deliberately ignoring the idea that he was thoroughly late over the unexpected meeting that Ijichi have informed him for. Perhaps, it wasn't just you enjoying the arcade games after all.

Warnings: The word shit and fuck. Gojo being a show-off. Juvenile bullies around. Gojo being Gojo. Just a brief mention of the word 'blood'. 

A/N: My head went kaput upon editing this chapter. Been reading dictionaries left and right. 🤣 I just realized how many parts this has been now and there's still 2 more before we proceed to chapter 8. Hehehe. My Mahito fem cosplay arrived btw and the skirt doesn't fit me (the zipper just goes halfway cause it ain't a stretchable fabric) which makes it appear sexy because I need to pull it further up and I'm not used to how extremely short it is now---*sighs* anyway...

FEEDBACKS HELP A LOT FOR A WRITER. REBLOGS AND COMMENTS MAKE OUR HEART HAPPY AND SQUEAL, ISTG. 💙

7th Dimension Taglist: @dailystsg

SORRY IF THERE ARE LOTS OF TYPOS AND GRAMMAR ERRORS IN EVERY CHAPTER I WRITE. I ain't a professional writer! I'm just a potato-hoe! LMAO.

Words: 5.7k+ (It's quite long. I'm sorryyyyy)

Disclaimer: PNG's or pictures used in edits, also those posted are not mine especially the GIF's. (I dunno how to make GIF's 😭) I only own the plot of 7th Dimension. But, not Jujutsu Kaisen's storyline and the characters themselves. I apologize for the typos or grammatical errors by the way! English isn't my first language so I'm so sorry in advance! Character development and personalities are based from my understanding and how I want them to be for the sake of the story.

SATORU AND HIS OVERFLOWING ARROGANCE TOWARDS EVERYTHING were not the perfect match nor was he advisable to be present around a place that had people vying for who was better or best. This was basically a hidey-hole driven to call forth for those who were competitive in the aspects of who was superior and who was just a novice towards the games being offered within the premises where a conglomeration of people ranging from babies till the oldies were of present.

The strongest jujutsu sorcerer veiled on his innocence over being caught, he was insincere and faked that he had clean-hands upon his first step when you first entered the establishment as you demanded for him to act like an average man.

How old was Satoru anyway? 

The thought floated inside your mind when you were giving him the meanest glare that was patent over showing your intense criticism over his actions when you both started to have the entertainment that everybody aimed to have inside an arcade.

It was expectant of the guy to inevitably let nature take its place for his undeniable cocksure prodigy that he sees himself to be.

Satoru disliked to be defeated. He abhorred the idea of losing especially if it were in a battle with cursed users or cursed spirits because he, himself believed and trusted that him alone deserved reverence for what he has achieved and inherited; for his refine abilities that he had brought to perfection through time and star-crossed experiences.

You knew nothing of what he was capable of because you've never seen, felt nor experienced them all in reality. Yet, you anticipated he held such a prohibitive potential through that tiny flashback you had back in the plane.

You couldn't put a finger to everything about it yet. The rum memories currently irrelevant, forbidding you to narrate further and be satisfied over the entire anamnesis because you couldn't get a hold onto the entire case that those sketches you had for Satoru's world.

Back to the topic at hand and for what was happening at the present time, you were hopeful over those coarse chiding that has sailed and had been promised before the arcade games started which Gojo considered to have taken into mind. You held onto that sham promise he obviously brushed off the moment his eyes lit up like a juvenile that went giddy and exuberant to try the new stuffs around an arcade, conveying the impression that it has been a long time he hasn't entered the arcade since whatever timeline he shut himself off from the establishment.

"I knew you were bound to cheat in this place." you've tightly squinted your eyes back at him, settling on your predictions that he had used at least an ounce of whatever techniques he knew of in the most minimal account that weren't gaudy to the eyes of perceptive people, conspicuous enough for others to regard over.

Satoru acted as if he was avoiding your eyes and looked away, intent on scratching the side of his well-defined jaw in attempt to cover the face of a child who was at fault that seemed to have been liable by his mother.

"---I also told you to act normal, Satoru. You didn't seem to be acting normal since the moment we've stepped foot within this arcade."

Satoru emitted a sound of disapproval, a playful one that sounded more of a hum to you, "Oi," he started, those fingers of his reaching behind his fixated undercut and along his loosened white, fluffy hair that was curtained down because his blindfolds were off, "---I haven't even activated any of my techniques since the moment we've stepped foot in this arcade. Why would I even? What makes you think I did?" the white-haired cyclops---who was currently not wearing the clothing around his eyes that were always swathed with a distinctive coal-black bandage---quoted your words with a subtle roll of his heavenly blues that hindered beneath his Stygian sunglasses.

He was lying. Unfortunately. It was obvious when he began to see the highest score that flickered on the small screen that was displayed on the side of the basketball ring. You've heard him huff to himself, murmuring like a bee beneath his breath; zizzing from left to right over how low and weak this person was to accumulate such a truncated level score but was considered and condemned to be the highest for the public.

The simple exhibit of those average number, a cracker-barrel score which has fueled a lot of his competitive side, especially when a group of juveniles; a mixture of men and flustering women who accidentally wandered behind and obviously noticed Satoru's outstanding presence that would be caught and felt meters away---how he had already accumulated a triple digit score in under less than a minute which had you whispering and poking him on the side over how he promised to act like an ordinary man.

He hardly ever tried from the start.

The conceited gent had also been hearing a lot of compliments over his striking features. A lot from women and even from male high-schoolers who were at admiration for his ceaseless stamina and will to overlap the system's overall high score. Satoru was caught grinning as you stood on the side, a grimace permanent when the machine had informed for a very short time-out that had been the third time already. The machine hastily reaching the highest phase of a score that wasn't bound to be done by any other mainstream living soul could.

His competitive nature didn't help when by-passers had to ogle over Satoru and gawk through the score he was trying to continuously exceed on. The whispers of gibberish compliments---you've assumed it was---when he oddly had and intentionally took a second to tug off his sunglasses and brush his hefty fingers through his luscious white hair, momentarily peering down and cordially giving you the brightest and engaging smile that has obviously been the opposite of what expression you held out for him.

The handsome devil just knew damn well he was thoroughly irresistible when he had his sunglasses off. Satoru gave you a cheeky wink, chuckling to himself when you were caught off guard to it and went breathless over his sudden gesture. Those who surrounded you both encompassed of hearing women squeal in whispers and men grumble over how it was possible for a guy like him to exist. 

You were constantly being on the wheel of cursing Satoru's name in vain as you bit the tip of your tongue, resisting the urge to scream and squeal for his transfixing quiddity.

He had your toes sweaty and fidgety, body stiff for the hundredth time today especially when you'd felt his forefinger and thumb reach out for your chin. Lightly pinching them in between his to coax you out of your reverie when he'd placed his sunglasses back and went on with his game, looking utterly determined to probably ruin the game for a middle-of-the-road guy to achieve.

Satoru probably knew you went as stiff as a cardboard box when he'd given you a shameless wink and that benign physical touch to the chin which were for those fangirls who were screeching out behind for him.

You've simply had been the poor bait and support through his growing self-image.

Though, you entirely had no idea that those women were utmost jealous over the fact that he seemed to be showing off for you. Others seemingly having the idea that you were also a dear to him. Through their viewpoints, you were the luckiest woman alive for them; the feline who was blessed with good luck. One that has been heaven-sent. They've wanted to know what you ever did in the past to even had the possibility to meet Satoru.

"You've had accumulated the maximum points that the basketball ring could ever give. Basically, you've topped off the last man who had the highest score, tripling the digits like you weren't even weary enough to stop." you've grumbled in disdain, remembering how the machine reacted judiciously to his unyielding determination and the idea that he did not want to lose over anything.

"Can't help it that I'm the best?" he talked big, blinded by the amount of attention he had received from you and from anyone else. "---Besides, I could go on and on if the ring hadn't blasted off its alarm. It's basically child's play to me, Tiny-Chan."

You were basically complaining alongside when the machine began applauding and cheering for such an incredible high score from Satoru, reaching its limit. The group of juveniles had their mouth ajar when he did so in such a small amount of time and he seemed to be reveling his superiority over them.

"The alarm rang so loud because that was the maximum high score that it could give. It was already the game's standard extremity," you've given him a grouch, the bleats seeming to rise through the image of your expressions because of his mulish need to show-off and be noticed by everyone.

The overflowing tickets he accumulated were enveloping your neck. Such a trophy that he coaxed you to take part in to probably feed his ego as he embellished them around you, laughing his ass off when the tickets filled your neck as he made it a mandatory action to surround yourself with it.

"Psh. Standard. Mind you not that my level of standard exceeds more than that. So much more and you--- Tiny-Chan probably aren't aware of the exemplars of my strength yet." was the only nonchalant answer you've received from him as he gave an insouciant shrug. The both of you were meters away from the claimable prizes, along the rows of people who went on upon gawping at the spotlight that Satoru had always brought himself in. It goes without saying that whenever he was with you, limelight would always be in the way, grabbing unsought publicity when this Jujutsu Sorcerer you were with was exceptionally picturesque on the outer shell without his blindfolds on.

Forsooth, the raucous and chaotic character he honed and displayed catches everyone's ear in all types of ages to which he had obviously cared less.

"---Really hard to please those who haven't seen the best of the best, huh?" Satoru had to drastically adjust his height to bend down a waggish whisper to your ear. The breath of summer that he provided gliding pass the skin just above your ears, turning hypersensitive when he did so. Those fleeting butterflies rousing sprightly from such contact, accepting it as off-putting once those buckeyes turned into a frenzy.

You couldn't help but tighten your fists along your side from his offhand talking because in the back of your intuitive notions. Somehow, it tightly grasped onto the outlandish beliefs that everything he says are deeply verifiable.

Speculation one has been specified over the idea that he was spouting and acting through his baloneys of deceptions; one that he had been deliberately contradicting your hypothesis over him. First being the basketball game in which he had extraordinarily exceeded from and second was an extempore accident with a group of high-school 'bullies' that you highly believed to be intentional. He'd been mundane over buttering you up on the theory that they were kids who had scourged an unimpeachable student around a corner that you haven't even seen nor noticed. 

"Tiny-Chan! You've been missing the shots a lot! How can you miss that? I knew it! Having such a tiny height can hinder towards functioning well!" He poked borax on your failures with an audible click of his tongue, faking his disapproval. You were both standing right in front of a shooting game, with Satoru being your co-op and obviously the player who was advancing a lot in the game in which you had been tenacious enough to put forward that he should bide one's time for you.

It was evident that he wouldn't listen though because he'd sportively whined that there was no time for laggards like you.

Satoru's screen was going through an ongoing screenplay where it wasn't meant to be paused nor forwarded. In some way, his gaze was intent. But, you never noticed as you were thoroughly concentrated and focused on the game at hand.

The totality of his heed was all on you. Though, despite of having the entirety of his attention. It couldn't help the fact that his six-eyes which he had obviously lived with since the moment he was born, Satoru have seen a bunch a younger juveniles. Attack dogs. One of which could be considered as bullies since that brief moment he'd taken his sunglasses off in the middle of showing off during the basketball game, knowing damn well that they were tormenting a poor, scrawny teenager along the corner.

These bunch of bullies had become aware of Satoru's presence since the moment he was around. With one of them having the terrible and atrocious idea of a worthless bet where it includes stealing the wallet that rested on Satoru's back pocket. Unsecured, exposed and half way out for anyone to just snatch onto. 

The kind of hazard that thieves loved to catch sight of where it seemed like he was too oblivious of people and their bad habit to purloin. 

Though, one will be considered as an absolute dunce and an utter imbecile to even think of stealing from Gojo Satoru. He was considered untouchable after all by everyone unless he would consider turning off his abilities to people whom he wanted to have physical contact with. Fortunately, it was only those whom he trusted wholeheartedly and those whom he was comfortable to be around with.

He was the sacrosanct of the entirety of Jujutsu; the blessed after all.

"It's just that you suck at helping! Where even is it?!" your eyes went large like saucers, skimming through the screen to where the hostile party has been and finding where he was appointing to until you've felt his body shift from your side. His compelling proximity nearing closer as you've felt him bend down to your height, his large hand freely clasping on your shoulder. Warm enough to feel your heart being cuddled through the comfort you were now gradually being accustomed to. Those tiny frets turning into odd solace that felt good for the heart just like how people perceived as Red Wine to be when taken in moderation.

"There! It's just right in front of you---Ah! and you even had the audacity to tell me I'm the blind one here?" Satoru aimlessly pointed his toy-gun across the screen, unconsciously taking a good look through your immersed features before he even came to realize. Though, despite how he looked strangely distracted enough, the jujutsu sorcerer knew those bullies were nearing in from behind, trying to intentionally pass by behind to glom for his wallet.

"I'M NOT BLIND! I CAN SEE WELL! You're just not being entirely helpful and supportive! I wonder why you've picked co-op in the first place when you aren't even being cooperative at all!" you've taken a loud bleat, pulling a tight grimace and utterly antagonized by the game because Satoru just had to choose the hardest mode out of all when you wanted it to just be in normal mode. 

He grinned beside you, just by hearing those reactions he was gradually and slowly having a soft spot for, the incident that was about to happen eventually in a jiffy had planted screws upon his head. His quips never failing to be recalled as his mouth did not abide the possibility of it being hushed, "Really, now? Aren't I the one telling you where your enemies are despite that I'm also in the middle of playing my game---No, no. You go to the right---Oi, That was a left!----Yep. You missed again. I can't believe this. Hahaha!"  

His dictates of amusement blossomed into an enormous belly laugh. His peal of laughter that was euphonious as it reached your ears and bestrewn with rose and Cherry Blossom petals upon your soul. One that have been in the spirits of it being in the bottom of his heart, reaching a section of yours that were reticent to whisper how this precious moment was an artless, cherished prize worth to be remembered. A valuable memory that was worth to be recollected over and over again. 

Such cachinnation that had given Satoru's sides an ache worth for. A window of opportunity that slithered its way out of the dismal chasm that grew within him since everything went downhill in the past. The unconventional fathoms that you had of him being crestfallen for whatever this particular sentiments you've had from the time you've first seen the guy claimed the inkling that you hadn't been forthright with as these were thoughts ought to be hushed.

"I, Satoru Gojo---therefore, conclude that you just have no sense of directions even back at that time on Hatagaya,"  he sent a gift of splendid, teasing repartees before adding another as the juveniles were now closing in, "---Such a blind, blind, Tiny-Chan. Heh."

The lawbreaker youths were in for a verbal and physical admonishing from Gojo today in defiance of the merriment that bubbled you both. 

It was a great, stupid decision that these high-schoolers thought off, blinded by the bountiful amount of cash and cards; luxury credit cards that held no upper limit of expenses that Satoru kept inside his billfolds. 

The one who had flaxen hair was in an ear-splitting guffaw, a knowing look in his eyes that tells his friends that it would be easy-peasy to steal from Gojo as he appeared to be oblivious for who he actually is, mainly for the reason that he had given them the impression that Satoru was part of the silk-stocking crowd, a spoon-fed skirt-chaser and entirely a narcissistic freak. As much as they described him to be behind his back when they've watched the whole commotion upon his good gloat of glory. This juvenile had no idea what was in for him as he took his distraction for you as an opportunity meant to be taken.

They've gotten to the point of even describing you in the least respectful way as well, deeming you with Satoru as one of his dalliances who had the obligation and chance to be pampered by his wealth and one-day span of courtesy. 

"What a tiny, ambitious bitch." One of his friends whispered to the one who was to be meant stealing for Satoru, it sounded a little too loud to be honest. This friend was also the one who began the bet. The words were near enough to be heard, they've acted as if they were out of earshot for their definition of you. Either that, or Satoru had just been attentive that it went to the point that he was heedful over the whole irreverence for your presence. 

The more they've neared in the perimeters of Satoru; the more did the strongest jujutsu sorcerer's grin grew larger like a Cheshire cat. His focal point still on you regardless that he knew and noted people who were always within range. An interminable regular measures he lived in for his whole life as condemned to be the strongest. Satoru Gojo always had to be cautious and wary of everyone. 

Once the Juvenile had been an arm's reach away from Gojo and without dilly-dallying further, he had just hastily whisked his own hand out of his pockets in anticipation of taking his wallet from behind like an accustomed habit that this youngster had always been doing since then. 

Which has been a futile idea from the start. Fruitless. Dumb. An embarrassing debacle that was worth the hooting. 

His hand and reality got the best of him because it seemed like time-ceased for the contradictory team as it has been to Satoru for space itself. He had triggered a scaled-down form of his technique, one considered to be humanely acceptable for mankind. As much as what his senses tried to persist him to think of. The juvenile has been halted through his actions that was terminated within the infinity that has been set between them. 

Who in the right mind could've thought that activating the littlest amount of his ability against a whippersnapper was acceptable to the side of normality for human beings who had no idea for who and what they do for their day-to-day lives as a Jujutsu Sorcerer?

The latter couldn't move his own hand nor could he retract away regardless how he was desperately wanting to. Presumably, it was because of the dread that paled his face, draining out of its blood. 

The infinity that existed between them both slowed at a pace before it could even touch Satoru's clothing, leaving at least a hand length of barricade betwixt him and the teenager. His entire friends seeing the whole interaction like it was out of a fairytale that left them staggered and bowling over the encounter. They were completely unable to move because of how bewildered and hang over from seeing that their friend could not move an inch, an eldritch experience that they have come across to for the very first time they have existed and birthed out from their mother's womb.

"What the actual fuck," the juvenile breathed under his breath, becoming panic-stricken when Satoru's hoots gradually started turning into a low chuckle with whatever you were complaining at over the game, like his felicity that he spend time with you was beyond reproach as if he wasn't doing anything suspicious behind your back. 

His beam for you evolved into a mischievous grin when the hand he clasped on your shoulder left your skin, knowing how close and how tall the juvenile was even without looking behind. He was at least a foot shorter compared to him. He'd briefly given his friends an intimidating side-eye as Satoru was quick to react upon this reckless urge. His friends never catching it off-guard as they've laid hold upon his non-verbal reckoning. Gojo acted upon his own impish impulse and gave the bully an intentional and minimal thwack to his face using his elbow.

In which he had clarified for his senses that it was humanely acceptable yet again. He believed it so.

It was only the most minimal amount of strength, yet it was enough for the juveniles to reflect upon their actions. He evaluated it to be compassionately lenient as the juvenile had been socked across the face, making it look accidental as he heard his strident moan of complains and outcries when he'd taken at least meters upon stumbling back, surprised from the basic manner of whacking had his nose hitting upon the Hockey table that rested behind you and Satoru.

Such a simple and smooth strike that did such damage to his face.

"Ah!" Satoru played through his simulated surprise, minimally turning his heels, giving the juvenile a once over as the white-haired jujutsu sorcerer insincerely crowed. Their interactivities distracting you from playing as your heed led you into lifting your head from the side, reading Satoru's expressions as he goaded on, briefly giving the bully's friends a once over who looked entirely flabbergasted and frightened over the interaction.

"You've got grabby hands, kid." He cocked his head to the side, his lackadaisical mood taking over as he had given a pause before Satoru went on, getting a load over the faces of whom his blight friends were in the most apathetic response he could ever spout, his scrutiny blankly enigmatic to interpret for a sporadic moment you've only seen and heard from him today, "---and a shitty amount of worthless people you call, friends. Hm. You're in dire need for a change." 

They've technically ran the hills after that, never looking back at Satoru.

"You've also intentionally hit a teenager, making him bleed his nose out." 

You've implored against his unreasonable thinking caps. The lengthy amount of people who'd began to wedge in an anomalous coincidence fathoming you into thinking that it has got to do with Satoru's presence. Principally being on the opinions and wearing the shoes of those high-schoolers that began to grow in lines who were constantly purring their fazed dogma upon the white-haired sorcerer's allure and magnetism that pleases most of the youngsters---basically, everyone as you've had your first-hand experience with it. Though, Satoru did not show signs for any protests along the outlook of being marked as tardy towards the meeting at hand that has been informed by Ijichi.  He never bothered to look at his watch, not risking you into thinking that he was actually and terribly late.

Not that it matters anyway. They've expected it from now on and had been anticipating his unpunctuality. 

"He tripped off a wire, okay? Uh---he tripped off the wire then hit his nose on the Hockey table. That's it. Nothing serious." he nasally prevailed on, pursing his lip as he moved another step forward with you. 

Seizing through the miniscule second of his bluffing blameless words, you've caught onto mischief when he'd intentionally looked away, locating a two to three year old child being held by the hand of his mother just right in front of you both. Gojo had given him one of his goofy faces in hopes of entertaining him and steering clear of your observance for the whole issue a while ago. However, the results had been intolerable because he had just scared the heck out of the child, making him wail and hide behind his mother's leg which has churned a whistle from him.

He'd avoided the mother's eyes when she began to take futile glimpses upon her back and not once did she thought Satoru was to be blamed. 

Satoru was never one to turn his back on your scrutinizing gazes. Within the time shared with him, you've taken heed over his constant desideratum of your riveting on him as it goes the same for yours. 

He'd made you comprehend that he was not one to shun away from it because he ought you to do the opposite, hanging onto those flustered perceptions he had been catching on and on through out today. 

"Nothing serious?" you debated back, repeating the words he said in a skeptical query, "---You've actually elbowed him! You've even scared his friends off somehow."

Satoru made it obvious how he took the accident nonchalantly and began to casually elucidate further, explaining in a manner that got everyone he knew of that were always left complaining because he never seem to want and be productive over expounding his explanations well enough unless it was about Jujutsu. Above all, the best explications that he always had was about his abilities and techniques. 

Even so, He'd began to explain his perceptions that he noticed during being around the confines within the arcade, offhandedly elaborating even the tiniest ones, "First off, they were bullies. They were bullying a stiff, youngster around a corner who looked like Yuji. But, a younger and an absolute feeble version of him." he shrugged to himself. Both hands inside his pockets, pausing in between his sentence and changing how it sounded inside his head.

Typically, everyone would've taken the insolent version of the notion from Satoru. Most of who were used to his cursory blathers and satirizes constantly received what he wanted to actually mean. No matter how blatant it sounded. Having said that, he was left speculating on the baffling choice of words that left his mouth, excluding the exact crass description that those juveniles had for you, debarring how they've called you an ambitious bitch. 

"Called you Tiny when they've passed by too." pause. "---They also had a terrible habit of pick-pocketing,"

You've given him a sigh and a simple squint of your eyes, not thoroughly giving in to his reasons whether it was true or had just been a menace plan he abruptly decided to create, "But, you also call me, Tiny..."

"Are you not?" he teased in a sing-song voice, "---It's because you are tiny, Tiny-Chan. You're entirely pocket-sized. It's different when I say it."

The way your eyes turned into utmost slits like a coin bank that has been neglected over its actual usage. You were carping through his unyielding intentional evasion over the entire subject. You've caught him on the bushwhack, a subtle glimpse from your point of view when you had to peep along his side once Satoru shifted and twisted his figure, your eyes catching onto the incoherent gasp of Nihongo that resonated behind. Voices in which you weren't accustomed with, "Hm. Then, explain why I'd seen his hand stop before he could even steal your wallet from you then." 

"Hold on," Satoru shifted his weight from one foot to the other, glancing at the ceiling as he took a second to muse over your question. He'd given you a pensive point of his forefinger, utmost skeptical from his canny woolgathering, "---You knew he was about to steal from me! Why are you siding with them, then?" 

That was a careless thought from you as it sounded like you were indeed defending their wrongdoings. Though, you actually did not mean for it to define it that way. "I-I didn't say that! I wasn't siding with them at all!" you've stumbled over your words, repetitively batting your eyelashes like you've been guilty and have been exposed over your verbal intentions. 

Satoru had his arms crossed, chewing the fat to emancipate his boredom along waiting in line. He had wheeled his way into your senses that he could just purchase the prizes you wanted from another store rather than twiddling one's thumbs to obtain a prize that was not worth the abundant tickets he had procured during the basketball game and other more in which he had outstandingly excelled. In spite of that, he had failed to persuade you into giving in because you were adamant over claiming them over the line, professing that it would be a waste of money.

His money. How would it be when it was not your money from the start. 

The thought has been straightforwardly declared by the white-haired jujutsu sorcerer, misconceiving your dismissal over and over again when a typical living soul wouldn't have wasted this once in a lifetime opportunity to indulge over whatever it is you wanted even in limitless matters. 

"You've been saying nothing but lies! You also know why I can do it. I already told you this." Satoru insisted with a subtle huff to your side as he'd stepped another with you, the line of awaiting people closing in. A great deal of prizes displayed in rows that were never ending and your eyes sparkled in glee for that. Your ebullience self never going unnoticed by Satoru who'd taken a glance of your exuberance, catching sight that you were staring upon a reward he was hopeful you wouldn't get because of how icky simple but cute it was. 

Gojo thwarted from peering over your expressions when you'd glanced his way, gelled complaints following suit as if you already had it in bullet form for him to consider, "Excuse me---when did you? I hardly remember you explaining stuff! I'm also not a liar! I'm just entirely confused. Also, let me tell you how you keep your wallet for the whole world to be enticed in! You never explain any of this Jujutsu things to me. How could I even regain any of my memories---the one that you've been endlessly telling me about especially regarding with the sketches when you don't---"

Satoru pulled a face, cutting you off and underlining his grimace with a scratch to his white-head, possessing his slaphappy personality through his disclosure, his eyes vacant over looking straight-ahead, "Alright, alright! It's called Infinity, commonly known as the ability to stop. Although, that's the common misconception because the true power of the Infinity is to slow things down. Slow. things. down. There. It's the best explanation for a non-sorcerer like you to understand." 

Infinity. It's commonly known as the ability to stop. But, the true power of the Infinity is to slow things down. Huh?

You've now held your own grimaces as well, scowling before him with a purse of your lips. The line you've drawn inside your head with his explanation and for what you were trying to see through his crusader abilities never connecting because whenever he does elucidate casually, it sounded like he was only describing what X and Y is in an alphabet when the subject had been about Algebra from the start. 

"Do you just...turn this Infinity on, then? Like...how? I still don't get it---Ah! Whatever, Buzz Light-year." your mouth and nose was scrunched in displeasure, not once satisfied for his clarification over it, shaking your head as you audibly huffed. One of your pet-peeves that you've learned from today was that you were always genuinely annoyed whenever Satoru was coming across of one who did not want to drop things about what this Jujutsu Society were made of---for whatever reasons he had, you had no idea. 

How were you to be of service when he was not wholeheartedly mucking in through this amnesia you were in?

"And you wonder why I don't explain every detail of Jujutsu to you," Satoru bellowed with an hairsplitting sigh, taking another glimpse and only having the view of your head due to the height difference that you both had. The depiction immediately went straight to his head, razzes being stuffed because of how silly it was to see how tiny you actually were compared to him, "---You never take it seriously, Tiny-Chan." he countered another, tuned into a frolicsome jig when it should've been a brushed off rebuke instead. 

"It's because you take everything nonchalantly like I'm expected to magically know everything in just a snap of a finger. You also explain like you're frying a sunny-side up egg without actually having the actual egg, Satoru." 

He'd felt you shift on his side, leaning down a little to take a little peek over your strange metaphors. His bushy, albino brows raised up in curiosity, an honest utterance of his wonders slipping out of his mouth as he trailed away, "What does that even mean..." 

"You're an idiot who just doesn't know how to explain well." 

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Mo Yi in Love - Character Study

I just read Mo Yi's [SSR Brewing Thoughts] card and, not only am I an emotional mess, but I also hit an epiphany regarding understanding his character and now I have to write about this. I know I'm going to repeat this at the end, but understand that Mo Yi is just a man who wants his first love to be his last love and who has relatable fears over failure, haha.

SPOILERS go up to chapter 3 of Mo Yi's personal route, [SSR Brewing Thoughts], [SR Fake Tears], [SSR Dangerous Invitation], and reveal Mo Yi's family background. In addition, while the lines are in order, I chose to remove some descriptions to keep things shorter.

First, I want to talk about Mo Yi's view towards love.

It's really positive, which is ironic given his background and what he grew up around. However, he's always been a rational person and the object or feeling itself has no crime, it's what people choose to do with it that matters.

[Personal Route Ch.1]

MY: True love brings light and hope to life and makes a person better and better.

MY: At any time, you could meet with that person who would make you a better person, but you may not be aware of it at the time.

[Personal Route Ch.3]

MY: Alright, quiet... What everyone here has said is all "love".

MY: Love itself is a concept that cannot be clearly defined because, for every person, their feelings and preferences are different.

MY: So, this student here, I apologize sincerely but I may not be able to give you an accurate answer.

Student: Professor, what do you feel is love then?

MY: Me...?

Mo Yi faintly smiled.

His eyes passed through the sea of people and met mine.

MY: To me, it is a unique miracle.

MY: She makes me unable to control wanting to investigate, to touch, and to figure out everything.

MY: There are even times where, for a short moment, I am unable to distinguish the divide between reason and emotion.

MY: In this world, there are too many people who are fair on the outside but foul on the inside, however there will always be that one person...

MY: She will make you become better, make you believe everything is wonderful, make you start to look forward... to the future.

Look, he's an utter romantic! But, like I mentioned above, he's also a rational person and he needs to make sure that this love is The One for him.

Second, what's important to mention here is his view on Love At First Sight because that's what he admits to himself that he has for his heroine.

However, he has a huge scar about Love At First Sight because of the tragedy that was his parents. His father, a nobleman, and his mother, a foreign woman from a background of scholars, fell in love with each other at first sight. However, due to his father's poor handling of the church in his country, which basically denied their relationship unless Mo Yi's mother converted to their religion, Mo Yi's mother left his father and his father lost the love of his life and has been regretting it to this day.

So, what does he think about Love At First Sight?

[Personal Route Ch.2]

MY: ...Personally, I believe in "love at first sight".

Student: Really? I thought someone rational and calm like you wouldn't believe in this sort of illusion.

MY: "Love at first sight" has uncertain factors, but that doesn't mean its existence itself is a mistake.

MY: Furthermore, isn't it human nature to harbor hope for this wonderful and sincere emotion? I am no exception.

MY: Only...

Mo Yi paused slightly and, when he opened his mouth again, there seemed to be some unclear emotion in his tone.

MY: When "love at first sight" arrives, I am more inclined to make a particular judgment first rather than walk eagerly towards love.

MY: Those wonderful things that are unforgettable for people, are they for real or are they "ephemeral"? This is more important, is it not?

Student: Oh, can this sort of thing be tested? Professor, can you teach me?

MY: It's not a peculiar method, you just need to make observations.

Student: Observations?

MY: Correct, observe the other party's attitude and thoughts when facing matters, especially the things that really threaten their lives or safety.

MY: To a certain extent, a person's behavior can reflect their personality.

As a top psychiatrist, Mo Yi is extremely honest to himself with his own emotions and thoughts. Heck, that's why he always records voiced diary logs because he uses those to examine his own mental state. So, this determination on whether or not the target of his Love At First Sight is The One means a lot to him, because he will throw himself fully into this love.

One huge thing about Mo Yi is that he chases perfection and has an aversion to imperfect things. This stems from his deathly fear of failure because he doesn't believe there is a "next time" after failure. Once something fails, that's the end. This is due to his parents again and how, while it takes time to nurture emotions, it only takes an instant to lose emotions or trust.

Third, because of the above, it is incredibly important for Mo Yi minimize as much "risks" as possible.

The translations below are going to be paired together for consistency, but they will be addressing two points at the same time. One, that Mo Yi may exaggerate the emotions he reveals, but they are genuine. Two, that he is showing his "imperfect" and "ugly" sides to his heroine in controlled settings because he doesn't want her to hate him.

(On a minor note, I think it should be kept in mind that he's also observing her through all of this to determine whether or not she's The One, but honestly she just keeps surprising him throughout the game and making him fall harder and harder for her).

[SR Fake Tears]

In those gold eyes of his, the usual gentle smile was replaced by another emotion.

MC: Dr. M-Mo...?

That expression... was not sadness and was not relief, but...

A kind of inevitable self-confidence, the satisfaction of seeing through everything, or... an unfathomable control.

That glance... was it my misconception?

In the flickering light, that expression was gone in a flash. I was incapable of determining it, but instinctively a hint of a chill rose from the bottom of my heart...

MY: Did I scare you?

MY: I just... don't want to hide myself in front of you. I just want to be honest about my weakness in front of you alone.

MY: You won't hate me, right?

Before I could answer, he smiled softly.

MY: Let me indulge myself this once, alright?

MY: Just for this short while...

[SR Fake Tears]

Mo Yi sat at his desk and turned on his digital voice recorder.

The time on the recorder slowly moved forward, but Mo Yi only watched that changing number without saying a word.

After a long time, a soft sigh came from the quiet room.

MY: I shouldn't have done that...

MY: Just for a moment of warmth, I deliberately showed her that appearance, even exaggerating my sadness and weakness...

MY: I even fully enjoyed indulging myself... I sought even more from her, hoping she would... feel even more sorry for me.

MY: But, at that time, I really didn't want to use reason to control my emotions.

MY: This is the first time I've been so... contradictory, chaotic...

His voice became lighter and lighter.

MY: The yearning I have for her... is already... an addiction I cannot give up...

[SSR Brewing Thoughts]

MY: Saying you wouldn't be able to sleep tonight was only an excuse, wasn't it? You were afraid I would have a sleepless night because I would think about past matters.

MC: Dr. Mo, you—

MY: I'm really happy.

MY: I won't be sad because of those things, but I truly am really happy.

His fingertips gently caressed my wrist.

MY: A child who has tasted candy would have a hard time enduring the loss. Can I be insatiable and rely on you more?

MY: Or is it that people who are too strong, who don't feel sad, have no way of receiving concern?

MY: Are you... going to leave and ignore me?

There was a hint of pretend grievance in his voice, and also a deep belief and certainty that I couldn't refuse him.

MC: (Too unfair! There's no way to refuse...)

Before I could answer, Mo Yi held my wrist and pulled me even closer to him.

MY: Just stay here, right with me.

Some context here is that he was acting "drunk" in the translation above. Below was the reveal that he wasn't actually drunk.

[SSR Brewing Thoughts]

The bud of feelings needed to be raised with the utmost care, but how could he let it grow strong in an unpredictable environment?

Of course he had to control it himself rather than allowing it to happen naturally.

Just like adjusting the sun and rain when a grapevine was growing, and just like controlling every timing of winemaking.

Furthermore, if someone wanted a grape seedling, which was imperfect to begin with, to produce the desired fruit, to brew the perfect wine, then it needed even more precise control.

Otherwise... just like wine, a small error might lead to serious consequences.

As you can see, the god complex and obsession over control is strong here. He cannot and does not believe to leaving things to random nature. He's not willing to lose this love and will do anything to give him and his heroine a happy ending (unlike his parents).

That's not to say that he HAS to control everything though. He actually doesn't care about the process (nature vs. nurture) so long as the results are good. But, like I mentioned above, he is certainly a master of reducing "risks".

However, and this was the whole point of [SSR Brewing Thoughts], Mo Yi's heroine teaches him that there is a "next time" after failure. She teaches him that, sometimes, the journey along the way is more important than the conclusion and that what's most important is whether or not the person he loves is beside him.

What is extremely touching is how matter-of-factly she tells him that they can just try again if they fail at something. He does not need to chase perfection when he is around her and a lot of his dates are seeing him in various states of failure. Practicing failure is such a relatable thing for us all to learn in life.

Fourth, I am going to repeat myself a little here after these translations but, in my opinion, Mo Yi carries a childlike honesty and purity regarding his emotions. The thing that makes him so charming is that while he plays these manipulative tricks, he is also extremely blunt about his own emotions. He expresses his jealousy, his possessiveness, his blunders, etc. He wants her to be the only one who can see these different sides of him and perceive his moods when he normally keeps everyone else at a polite distance. The ONLY disguise he wears is a flimsy one that hides what, in his eyes, are the "ugliest" sides of himself because he doesn't want his heroine to hate him; but he doesn't hide the fact that he has these ugly sides at all.

Fifth, basically, go ahead and fall in love with Mo Yi! He looks dangerous and he sort of is (extremely grey morality, does not adhere to the Hippocratic Oath, literally amassed power to have the choice to do what he wants, and uses his own scale of judgment, but that's another essay for another time) but he is never dangerous to you and is just as invested in this love as you are.

I suppose one thing you do have to watch out for is his arrogant god complex and believing he knows what's best LOL.

[Personal Route Ch.3]

MY: Because the mother eagle knows that, only after experiencing the pain and torment of a broken wing, the young eagle will truly have the ability to soar in the sky.

MY: Although this is just a metaphor that is somewhat different from reality, when it comes to her...

MY: This is the path she chose and, not only will I let her walk on it, but I will also let her become the most dazzling presence on this road.

MY: But, Constable Yan, you should know better than me what sort of end most people who pursue light in the chaos have.

MY: So, to recognize the darkness in front of her and face it directly is something she must learn.

MY: If she was always huddled under the wings of others, then her road would end here.

YW: But aren't you afraid of something happening by chance?

MY: "Like an eagle that stirs up its nest, that flutters over its young, spreading out its wings, catching them, bearing them on its pinions."

MY: Since I chose to do this I naturally have enough certainty. Besides... I am here, so who could hurt her?

However, this is not a one-way street and the same goes for the heroine and what she can do to him. In fact, I am going to end this essay with one of my favorite quotes ever in this game (even still to this day), because it honestly shows how Mo Yi fell in love with the dazzling justice the heroine upholds and how he will accept anything of her.

One thing he says in a beta PV, the prologue of the game, and [SSR Border of Light and Darkness] is that he hopes she can stick with the choice she makes, even if it runs counter to the world and everyone is against her.

So, anyway, the context of the quote below is important because [SSR Dangerous Invitation] is essentially a microcosm of their relationship. They roleplay a locked-room mystery and, in the end, the heroine chooses to throw Mo Yi (her lover in the game) into jail because he's a murderer (even though he did it for her). She chooses the truth and her version of justice over them living together in a lie (by pushing the blame to someone else). Before the lover is executed, he writes one last love letter and this is what Mo Yi reads out to his heroine at the end of the date.

[SSR Dangerous Invitation]

MY: Perhaps what he was infatuated with was this kind of you.

MC: !!!

Hearing his words, I looked up in astonishment.

Those gold eyes suddenly became profound and intense. I couldn't understand his emotions, only feeling that I was about to fall into his eyes.

The noisy wind and the voices of people on the long street gradually faded away at his words.

Only my heartbeat remained in my ears and the last love letter the duke wrote to the viscountess before the gallows that he read out slowly.

MY: "I will always open wide my arms and accept all your beauty and cruelty."

MY: "I hope that you will, with this heart, embrace the one and only truth you pursue."

Sorry, I can't resist finishing off by saying some more sappy words but, again, Mo Yi is just a simple man who wishes his first love to be his last love and he's so invested in this love. You are the once-in-a-lifetime stirring of his heart.

[biancatronic]

My Honest Take on Hate (feat Scott Cawthon) featuring poppy playtime

Oops, calm down if you came to the blog curse me and disagree and say "it's not a game case =/= devs" if you know I'll ignore your opinion it's a case of devs =/= game so sit there and I'll tell you some things to discover.

First I'll say that when you see the video from my Brazilian YouTube Core about the poppy playtime controversies whoever wants to see it just look it up but if you don't understand Portuguese it's ok I'll say what I thought was cool and I pointed out and agree with him.

Venge vs poppy playtime

I confess that I didn't hear about this game but what made Core disappointed with the creator of Venge made me also feel rancid about him because when a YouTube made the video about Venge being "underrated" and that "none" Let's play played his game because in case the creator doesn't see or delve well into his research because core that is a big youtube br played, other youtube not so big with verified played either spanish, english etc ie the guy was just wanting big youtubes to play his game sorry in offend you creator of Venge you are a badass don't come that you helped all the curation of the video and such and agree that your game was not successful and was underrated too much so how tattletail was that I'm still waiting for a continuation of it and other games being released in the same style ah my go chip.

Devs vs Russian fandubs

It was in this bullshit that the thing started to get worse yes they were assholes with him just because of that damn president attacked Ukraine while Russian citizens ant Pudin doesn't support and agree with them apologize would have solved it and end of conversation but I think most that is massacred, the devs wouldn't care so much about it, right.

N*FTs and "Evidence" of Employee Abuse

Started with N*fts they canceled and apologized, the reason I not only hate nft is not because of art theft and selling (which actually has been around for a long time to this day I don't understand why general woke up now with this) but because it is made of cryptocurrencies that in case you don't know it ends up with the environment and this affects our nature this is more important than any rough png monkey, this one I'm going to apologize to the devs for the mistakes they made but the people still believe that and kick Hater until today and you know who did the same thing and the people ignored at the time yes our "dear" Scott Cawthon creator of FNAF did it I confess that she some didn't know because it was in 2020 when he wanted to announce the nfts in the funkopop company and then when he saw it the sour lunch box when fans found out about it he said cancel and look that all this was ready but as he canceled it didn't happen that's guess what the public did they forgave Scott and put the fuck phrase "I understand Scott" that was of m and it ends and calms down that later I talk about it with Scott. Speaking of a comment from an "alleged" employee that I believe is not real for the following reasons, first there are no screenshots and evidence that say that devs treat their employees badly this can only be confirmed with evidence and images and not a comment from a person people are going to stop being stupid if you want to hate guys more so go deeper and compare what is fake or real is careful with false accusations because the internet is full of bad character people who like to fuck with everything.

Conclusion

For all the beautiful bullshit and intrigue I'm not going to apologize to the creators yet, if they came with a sincere apology for the Russian guy then it'll be fine but being the fandom doesn't know how to collaborate then it won't be okay on both sides think about it before talking nonsense to the little blue bird that I'm connected that he won't stop recommending the people's nonsense and coming back to Scott's subject I got more furious when I saw that he donated ant lgbtqs laws of politics lgbtphobic yes my lords and ladies o Scott Cawthon I give laws against the lgbt community and trans people and you know what the community did? What did Sim put an "I understand Scott" yes my gentlemen the community saw it and didn't speak often and if you didn't know then know that this was a disrespectful attitude and that makes him that intolerant Christian that we know and a horrible mention of his troubled artists pinkpills and ladyfiszi who are still working to do drawing and need to be fired right now, while the donkeys are doing thrends and post without salt of "things better than PP" and the fools who disagree with people who still prefer to support the game of than the creators, my conclusion of all is that when chapter 2 releases and shut the people up for a bit and mind your own business and leave the other side that supports the game alone, thank you so much for reading this far.

[childofaura]

Gosh, I know I’m gonna sound like a cranky old hag by making this post but I just wanna post my opinion and get it out of my head.

You wanna know something I don’t like about IDW Sonic’s art direction? The way they’re slowly starting to turn Silver into this infantilized chibi who acts like a 4 year old. Don’t get me wrong, the art itself of the overall comic is fantastic and it’s a step up from some artists of the Archie crew (*coughPenderscough*). But I’ll see lots of panels from IDW where Silver looks and acts like a toddler. This entire page right here:

He’s got the body language of a 4 year old girl. That’s not Silver’s personality at all.

Or this pic I found:

Maybe it’s the angle but the smaller round body doesn’t make him look like a proper Sonic character design.

And here:

That fullbody pose looks better; he still suffers from too tiny of a body but everything makes him more like himself. Until it gets ruined with the sheepish panels on the right. Silver’s not supposed to be a meek character.

At the risk of sounding like “Back in MY day-!” (Because I was a wee 12 year old lass when Silver was first introduced and I latched onto his character HARD), the official 2D artwork conveys a completely different personality with his body language and proportions:

And his 3D models are similar (Sorry for the crappy fake PNG background):

He’s a teenager who can hold his own and while he often comes off as naive and a little childish, he’s not ignorant to the darkness he has to face to save the world.

I dunno, it’s just a personal gripe as an older fan of Silver, don’t take it too seriously.

[dailyhistorymemes]

At least we got coke (also ignore the fake pngs)(via)

[jibunwo]

ignore the fake png flower crown

ah.

[apex-academy]

Chapter 3 Trial: Consequences (#9)

“I was hoping I could get something from the ink or paper, but... It’s just scrap paper and some... normal pen. Nothing I could identify without more samples.”

“It couldn’t have been Kurokame! She was busy putting away leftovers!”

“It only takes a moment to toss a bomb in.”

Mahavir ignores her.

“If you need more samples just to identify the pen, how can you say you're so sure about her handwriting?”

“Stop yelling!”

“...”

“For crap’s sake, I didn’t say it was her handwriting.”

“Just that it looked like it...?”

“Yeah. I'm pretty sure it’s forged. These aren't natural pen strokes.”

“So somebody else was tryin’ ta make it look like hers? How can ya tell?”

Otoya’s getting progressively more fidgety, and I don’t think he can hold out much longer.

“It’s just not right, okay? Frick!”

He shoves a paper into my hands without warning.

“Look for yourselves, why don't you.”

With a frown, I turn over the paper he gave me.

“Ah. You saved it?”

“...”

“The signup sheet? I guess it does have all of our handwriting.”

“Like, barely any of it, though. Is it really that easy to tell?”

“Writin' is his thing.”

“Dunno about handwritin’ analysis, but...”

Otoya throws his hands up.

“I tried! Whatever! Can we move on?”

“So it wasn’t me, right? I didn’t think I wrote that...”

“You weren’t sure?”

“If it was forged, then Kurokame is cleared of suspicion, yes? But only her.”

“Nah, brah.”

“What do you mean, mi amor?”

“Can’t be any 'f the K’s, right?”

“The others have alibis, yeah...”

“Kakumi’s ain’t airtight, but it is pretty solid.”

“I'm just saying... ’s the point of signing it 'K' 'f you’re a K? ‘f y’wanna frame somebody, y’shouldn’t make yourself a suspect.”

“That’s true. If someone wanted to frame Yuki specifically, they could have put her whole name. It’s not that much more to try to forge.”

“But if we didn’t have enough handwriting samples for comparison, it could’ve pointed to half of us. Good backup in case some of them had alibis.”

“All right, then our suspects are..."

"...Everybody that wasn’t a suspect just now?”

“Going by names alone, that would be myself, Tsunyasha, Oshio, Tegushi, Shitanaga, and Tokino.”

“Of those, all but one have alibis, yes?”

She turns to Otoya.

“Would you like to confess now?”

“Wh-what?!”

“Hon, he wouldn'ta told us the writin’ was fake if he did it.”

“Yeah. I think he could forge something really convincing if he wanted to.”

"Then it can't be him, either..."

“So, like...”

“We’ve eliminated literally everyone now?!”

“Whoops.”

Great.

“...Oshio.”

“What?”

“Would you have needed someone backstage for the second song?”

“Oh? In your wretched state you seek to accuse me?”

“Well, someone shoulda been back there the whole time, in case somethin' went awry...”

“But we did have everything sorted out ahead a' time. I guess she coulda left for a lil bit?”

“Ohoho. Amusing. Pray tell, why would I have killed those worms in such a manner? Do you think me incapable of delivering the fatal blow by hand or blade?”

“Perhaps you’d like a demonstration of my skills?”

“How ‘bout nobody else dies, actually?”

“Like, seriously.”

“Hummmmm... But an assassin might know how to make a bomb, right? Weren't we confused about that...?”

Tsunyasha huffs.

“I’ve already made it quite clear I wouldn’t resort to anything as noisy and messy as a firearm. What precisely do you think is better about a bomb?”

“Do you have a better suspect to suggest?”

“Any of you is a better suspect than the Holy Assassin!”

“I care nothing for your evidence, your alibis! I am innocent, and no amount of your pathetic mortal logic will ever change that!”

“I can’t tell if she’s having a meltdown or if it’s just more of the same.”

“Me, either.”

“Very well, my dear! I shall not accuse you.”

“But then we're back to no suspects again?”

“We must be missing something...”

"¿Qué queda por debatir?"

“...”

We’ve painted ourselves into a corner here. Nothing but conjecture. We have to look at this from a different angle if we want to keep going. But what angle?

“Hey, Aki?”

“Huh?”

“I feel like things are about to get a little messy, so if you could get ready to read me your notes...”

“Yeah, sure thing.”

[NEXT]