#pseudo interactive

[segadriven]

11 Builds of Unreleased PS2 Vectorman Game Dumped

[turtleblogatlast]

Man I’ve said it before but for as annoying as Leo can be to Hueso, it’s still abundantly clear that Leo has inadvertently done a lot for the man? Yeah, he’s gotten him into a fair share of hijinks, but at the end of each of those was a long standing problem in Hueso’s life solved just like that.

In particular, Hueso’s exile from the Hidden City and his feud with his brother are both solved through Leo’s intervention, and it’s also sweet that both of these issues’ respective episodes end with Hueso happy.

[c1trvswurld]

Sometimes, I'll see an amazing mw analysis, and then they use the most ill timing, unfunny, weird joke or phrasing ever and ruin it.

This is a personalized message for any serious mw analysis that has unironically used the word "j-diddy" instead of just manning up and saying the dudes actual name. It is jimmy, he is the main protagonist in the game I assumed you've at least watched a playthrough of, correct? The guy we play as for 90% of the game and see though the nuanced and fucked eyes of. Everyone here is aware of how dark the source material is, correct again? So why are we unironically pulling a streisand effect on him? (Assuming the whole purpose is to obscure jimmy to the point he is unrecognizable/ignored) why give him that power? Why censor his name like a slur and white out his name as if we didn't all come to the table knowing that the media we were about to cut into was gonna be some terrible fucking cake.

[mullermilkshake]

One false move.

Appearances aren't always what they seem.

Pseudo!Suguru Geto/ Kenjaku x Fem!Reader DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT,Canon divergence,Non con,cunnilingus,Praise Kink,Bondage (forced),Creampie,Oral sex,Forced orgasm,Breed kink,Vaginal fingering

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“Prison realm. Gate open.”

The giant square of skinless muscle opened, its singular eye wide open, showing you your fate. It glared at you, staring straight into your soul. It convulsed, vibrating like a quivering leaf.

“What- what is this?” You took a step backwards, unable to avoid its gaze, still and unnerving.

“It took so long to find you. You've been quite a nuisance.”

You recognised the voice, but it was laced with uncertainty. Would you dare to turn? Could you entertain the idea of any other eyes than the giant, ominous pupil sat in front of you?

You turned. “W-wait. No way. This can’t be-”

Suguru Geto. 

You saw him die, watching on from the sidelines, his wrist going limp and drawing last breath. There was no way he could have been standing in front of you now.

But he was.

“Long time no see.” Suguru smiled, his hand moved in a gentle wave.

Geto’s eyes were there, but then, they weren’t. They didn’t have the same love they usually had. He looked the same as he did when you last met, but the line of stitches on his forehead said otherwise. 

“It can’t be you.” You said, stepping back a fraction. “I saw you die I- Satoru killed-”

“Satoru isn’t the best at commitment is he?”

Suguru took a step getting much closer now, he was in arms reach. You could touch his cheek if you wanted. But this time wasn’t like those other times. 

“Who are you?”

“You know who I am.”

“No. Even up to Suguru’s death, he never gave me the unease you’re giving me now.”

He chuckled, fiddling with his forehead. “You were always so clever, weren’t you?”

You gasped, putting your hand to your mouth to stop the sickness. The top of his head came away, clean and precise. His maniacal smile never faltered. 

“That’s exactly what Satoru Gojo said too. It seems I can’t fool everyone.”

A brain. His brain smiled with him, transparent goo dripped down his cheeks like it was being preserved artificially. It looked painful. You heaved and your hand clenched at your stomach in hopes to stop the chain-reaction. 

Everything was fucked. This thing was parading a dead man around you, a carcass of someone you loved. Your retching turned to sobs, you pushed him away but he stayed where he was.

“Where is he, where is Satoru? What have you done with him?!” 

“He’s in a safe place.” He paused, his smile still remained. “Now it’s just a matter of where to put you.”

Something took a hold of you, tightly wrapping around your body like tendrils of despair. It was the giant eyeball, now disappearing into straps to hold you. They were tight, unforgiving, digging and pulling at your joints awkwardly.

“What the fuck is this?!” 

The straps tensed and throbbed like a heartbeat, pumping blood through it as it coiled, getting tighter. You fretted and took a deep breath making it squeeze, taking precious air from your lungs.

“Something to keep you still.” With his hands together he came closer, the top of his skull sat back where it was. “Sukuna’s vessel was just the beginning. And now, I need to create my own. So you have to be compliant and this will end soon.” 

Your heart stopped in your throat and mouth dried to sand, struggling but the straps stung your battered skin. Crying was the only communication you knew now, eyes down to the floor as he wandered around behind you. 

“Don’t worry. The prison realm can hold anything, so it wont drop you.”

Clothing rustled and dropped to the floor, his hands groped you and pulled at your pants, sliding them down gently, softly like a lover on on their honeymoon. But this wasn’t Suguru. You knew that and it felt nothing like it once was. 

“Why- Why me?” You were still sobbing, but you managed to squeeze the syllables out. You couldn’t see what he was doing but you heard all of it.

You felt it.

“So it was the case then? You sly dog.” He chuckled.

One finger teased your exposed area, you gasped, the cold air of the train stations blushed past. You tried your best to clench, but there was nothing to pull with.

Taking a moment you attempted to compose yourself. “What are you talking about?”

“There were other candidates when I couldn’t find you.” He said, pushing his finger inside you. “But every time I chose someone, this body would react, doing anything it could to stop me. But with you it’s different.”

His finger pumped into you slowly. “I can see his memories. The nights you spent together-”

“Shut up!” You tried moving your head for the first time to make eye contact. “Don’t look at those, they aren’t yours! You're sick; you’re half the man he was!”

He went faster, knocking your train of thought for a brief second. “So why did you leave him then? After that night. It seems as though you're contradicting yourself.”

You kept quiet but knew he was right. The weight of your decision always kept you up at night. But it wasn’t ever meant to be when the two of you held such different ideologies. You couldn’t admit it to the fake Suguru though.

He added another finger making you cringe knowing how mechanical it was, something that needed to be endured, but your self respect dwindled to a smoulder in the ashes.

It turned to complete hatred. “What’s taking so long? Just get it over with!”

He stopped and pulled his fingers out and come to you, kneeled down with his lidded eyes on you. 

“I could, but if you're going to carry this vessel, I need to prepare you properly. I wouldn't enjoy it nearly enough if you weren’t. And seeming as it's taken me so long to find you, I think I'll take my time.”

He lifted his fingers, all slick and warm and rand them across your own lips. You could smell yourself, wet and willing even though you weren’t. He replaced his fingers for his own lips, soft and comforting. But that was because they weren’t his own. 

Don’t let your body betray you.

The kiss was soft, but you fought it anyway. You didn’t want to relive the positive memories you had of Suguru only for this thing to ruin them all. 

He pulled away and paused looking vacant, but his smile returned. “I wasn’t going to. But your smell is intoxicating. I need to see what you really taste like.”

Your eyes widened and you struggled again, knowing what he meant. It did nothing though, the crimson wraps only got tighter.

He lifted the top of his skull, the mouth changed, grinning and licking its lips. “I won’t give Suguru the satisfaction of tasting between your legs. I want it all for me.” 

But one of his hands twitched, moving erratically, it punched his face, knocking him backwards. His expression was shocked, his lip bleeding down to his chin. But then he chuckled and talked to no one but himself. 

“Oh you still are putting up a fight! You don’t want me to touch her more? Or are you afraid I’ll pleasure her better than you ever did?-”

The hand shot up to his throat, squeezing with all its might, the veins throbbed in the hand, clenched at the fingertips to draw blood. 

You started to tear up again, now knowing Suguru was still in there.

“Suguru help me! Don’t let him touch me please, I wanna go home! I never wanted to be here in this stupid fucking station in the first place!”

The fake Suguru continued to fight with his hand, rolling back. He cackled and bit down on his own hand, brain still exposed with blood soaking his clothes. The hand went limp, drooped down to the ground, the fight was over.

“No.. no. no!” 

“Now that he’s gone.” He stood, staggering back behind you. Now you couldn’t see anything. “Where were we?”

You sensed his movement under you, snaking his way between your legs, the brain slimy against your clit and almost cold and inorganically wrong. The tongue moved, dead with no rhythm, licking your clit in circles.

“I knew you were perfect. I haven’t tasted anything this good in years. You’re exciting me.”

He shoved his two fingers inside you again, licking and fingering your pussy, slowing to get a rhythm which made you twitch. It was overly sensitive, but you still tried to fight it. 

“You’re taking this so well. The perfect body.”

You were embarrassed, fighting so hard to curb the feeling of his tongue against you. He wasn’t Suguru, none of it reminded you of him. So why did your body treat you this way?

“You're clenching around my fingers. Sucking me in. You're enjoying this aren't you?”

You didn't say a word and just bit your lip to keep quiet in your bath of self pity and no self respect to pull you out. Your hands were numb, going cold and prickly as the straps started to vibrate. 

“No woman has made me this hard and you're so wet. It looks pretty obvious to me that you wanted this. You should have come to me sooner.” 

You squirmed and shake your head, squeezing your eyes shut to pretend he wasn’t there. But he changed pace, swirling his tongue in a way you recognised. “I can see all of his memories, I know you’re close to finishing.”

It made your breaths laboured, clamped with no way out like it was something you normally enjoyed, but not like this, even though your body was telling a different distorted story.

“Oh fuck.” You said involuntarily and pulled at the restraints you knew you couldn’t get out of.

He slowed and paused for a moment, you noticed that recognisable burn in your abdomen reduce, he was close to making you finish. But it was for the best that he didn’t. 

He teasingly thrusted a third finger inside you and a soft chuckle escaped him. “What kind of gentleman would I be if you didn’t release you from your binds? You’re dripping, I know you crave this.”

And you did. You came quickly and the the restraints aided that. A pair of them wrapped tight around your breasts now to the point they were swollen. Aching. You cursed and tried, you really did try to hold back, but it came whether you wanted it or not. 

“That's right. Release to me. Let me know you’re enjoying yourself.”

You inhaled deep, clawing at the straps around you, trying to find air for your lungs and he moved and positioned your ass up with ease.

Your hips bulged as he clutched them, squeezing hard in position. “Take a deep breath.”

Not a second you got to catch your breath, he impaled you with his cock and thrusted hard, but agonisingly slow. You knew this cock, the details of its very being. You’ve had this cock before, but it was just wrong, way too different than you remembered. 

It didn’t stop him though.

“This is impeccable, exquisite. You’re taking it so well. Though I suppose, you’ve had practice haven't you?”

He didn’t speed up or change pace, just the same way he knew you liked. But this was his mistake. Without realising, he had placed you right back in the past and you finally admitted that nothing was different. Had you not have known of Suguru’s death, you really would have thought it was him fucking you.

And that guilt overwhelmed you, broke your heart. He picked up the pace and it set you off.

“Oh god! T-This is so f-fucked!” You barely formed the words coherently. “Stop it, I don't want this! I want Suguru back! Give him back and we’ll leave; just leave you fucking monster!”

“Im g-going to fill you up now.”

As cold as your body was, the slops of come were like fire, burning your insides with sin. You were used and degraded, betrayed by your own body like Suguru was by his. Nothing could make this any worse.

“That should be enough.” The fake Suguru said. He squeezed your ass for good measure and stood up. 

You were quiet and stared into space, ready to die, right there on the spot if anyone found out. But at least it was over now.

“So you’ll let me go now.” It was meant to be a demand, but you couldn’t find the strength to follow through.

He didn't even bother to face you. “I think I’ll keep you for the new world and our vessel. That way if I need anything more from you, I won't have any trouble finding you again.”

Then there was silence and darkness.

“Gate close.”

DISCLAIMER - Crossposted from my AO3 - I do not own any of the characters or anything from the anime. This is a work of fan fiction and is absolutely not representative of the views or intentions of the original creator(s).

Also please don’t post any of my work without permission thank you!

[rororonyan]

I've been wantin to do this concept for a while, i was listening to Raon's cover of 'Changgwi' a lot up to it. Between studies, work, family events and me learning vroid it just didn't happen til now

[isthis-incest]

Do you ship them? (Jason Todd/Red Hood x Tim Drake/Red Robin)

TYPE: Pseudo-Incest/Adoptive Incest

MEDIA: DC Comics

PAIRINGS: M/M

[dailyeohkakyoin]

did you guys know that i have a twitter

[goodmiffy]

tumblr dash is truly a safe haven for inexplicably maladjusted lonely women

[r0semultiverse]

I’m just gonna say it, the newer generations (yes even that one other trans/nonbinary person you think would never hurt you) are way too comfortable pedojacketing their former friends/partners. Just because someone hurt you or you didn’t like the way they acted around you, doesn’t mean they’re a pedo or some shit. I’m tired of seeing this happen to other younger trans folks and I’m tired from having gone through it myself with younger nonbinary folks. It’s always the younger folks too it feels like. You need some reason to try to “cancel” someone even though you have no evidence and no case whatsoever because you would rather be in control and be angry than face your own sadness and sit with your discomfort at a situation that doesn’t require any public outcry!

[lapinlunaire-games]

Play now!

From the Desk of Professor J. Chernilskaya

Dear RUSS/ENGL 3150 students, The documents for your final exam have been sent to your university email addresses. If you have not received the original text and three glosses, contact me and Professor Vie as soon as possible. Instructions for your final submissions through Chalkboard are included in the assignment file. It has been a pleasure to share this semester of embodied translation with you. Professor Vie and myself hope it will serve you well in your journeys forward. All best, J.

An exercise in translation, memory, and (anti)mimesis. There have always been stories and there has always been art. There always will be. There is only one question: how does it end?

(Sometimes leaving something unsaid means it'll tell you its own name in your tongue.)

Created for the 2023 Anti-Romance Jam​.

[cannibalisticskittles]

i've maintained for A While that it kills ward to have to be a passive observer for what's going on with spite and lucanis -- every time she asks about talking to spite to gain some understanding of him/the situation and maybe smooth things out, lucanis insists that spite can't be talked to or reasoned with ("he's 'spite,' not 'learning.' he doesn't listen to anyone")

she's really trying to be understanding because she knows that people have... different views on spirits outside of nevarra, and she's not the one that's possessed and she's sure there are complicated feelings going on there, but she still finds it intensely frustrating to have spent three decades learning to interact positively with spirits and then not be able to even try to help make this possession less contentious.

this exchange only reinforces that thought further. watcher attitudes not having such clear delineation of 'good' and 'bad' spirits to the point of not really finding 'demon' to be a useful term... oh it is eating her up to have to just go along with the idea that spite is a demon and thus there is automatically no chance to reason with him.

(the issue is that it's not spite that's resistant to talk but rather lucanis himself that's wary of talking things out, and it's rooted in All Those Complicated Traumas he hasn't let himself work through, but ward doesn't know that yet)

but. i swear to god at a certain point spite is going to just start wandering to wherever ward and emmrich and manfred are -- two watchers who welcome his presence, and a spirit of curiosity! much more interesting than staying cooped up in the pantry! -- and lucanis is going to wake up in emmrich's room (or, occasionally, on the chaise in ward's room, or at the kitchen table, or arranging books in the main room...) sometimes mid-conversation, even. if you fail to provide your spirit with enrichment it will seek out some of its own.

[isthis-incest]

Do you ship them? (Dick Grayson/Nightwing x Jason Todd/Red Hood)

TYPE: Pseudo-Incest/Adoptive Incest

MEDIA: DC Comics

PAIRINGS: M/M

[o-wild-west-wind]

It is the 1 year anniversary of the OFMD finale, and also the 5 year anniversary of my uncle’s death. For no particular reason, I’m feeling compelled to write something about it, so…here goes. This is more for myself than anyone else, but I guess I wanted to put it out there in case it resonates with anyone. I know a lot of us have found healing through this show 💛

When I first found OFMD, I was still in a state of mourning. The loss of my uncle hit me hard; I had been living with him on my breaks during college, and with no kids of his own, I was also his primary caretaker when he was ill. He took me in when my MAGA dad—his brother—couldn’t look at me without starting a fight. In many ways, he was the dad I wished I had.

And then, before he was ready to go, he was gone.

It wasn’t until after I started going through his things that I finally confirmed that he was gay (a copy of an application to be a mentor for the Trevor Project, and a sizable collection of gay erotica LOL). As nice as it felt to know, it also gutted me—because we had both feared backlash from my homophobic dad, neither of us had ever come out to the other. I felt an overwhelming amount of regret for never having talked about it with him, and I especially regretted that he’d lived alone, aside from me. I regretted that I’d never know if he had had the chance at love.

His death snapped something in my brain; I lost my spirituality, became obsessive about death, and was convinced that I was on my deathbed myself. I tried multiple different therapists, but nothing worked. And as years went by, I still felt the fog of grief, depression, and paranoia. The bitterness that my uncle could never be himself to his own family compounded on my bitterness that I had to hide myself in the same way, and I resigned myself to a life I felt almost to be condemned.

When OFMD started, my partner (a longtime Taika Waititi fan) suggested it to me, knowing how much I was looking for a distraction (and a laugh). I’d just been diagnosed with an alphabet soup of neurodivergencies, and told myself to hang onto the world at least until I could get my meds sorted out; but I had months to wait for my appointment, and I needed something, anything, to get me by until then.

So this silly little show came around, and it genuinely felt like the first seedling of spring after a long winter. It was fun, and funny, and just the world I wanted to escape to—but it was also about self-acceptance, love, queer joy, and—in its surprisingly understated way—death. It was a space to explore the themes that had haunted my own life, but in an overwhelmingly uplifting vessel. And it finally hit me that my uncle had never really been alone, like I’d assumed; there was and had always been a whole world of people out there, young and old, like us. We’d carved a space for ourselves, despite. It was the first time I really started feeling that it was okay to just…be.

I got onto an upward trajectory from there—I finally got on meds, came out to my close friends (half of which came out to me in turn lmao), and—thanks to Stede—found the courage to quit the job I hated and go back to grad school. But when S2 dropped, it really felt like the closure I didn’t even realize I needed. I’m not even exaggerating when I say that Ed’s arc basically cured my death anxiety—and the closure of his issues with his own father figures really helped me find a closure with mine.

I guess I say all this as a reflection of what this show gave me, and also in gratitude that a year later, I’m still in awe at the lasting power of its healing medicine. I still have my shit, and I’m working through more loss and grief I experienced during this span of time, but I’m honestly feeling…okay. Like I can breathe again, for once—no longer like I’m just waiting to drown.

I know that this piece of art just managed to be exactly what I needed at exactly the right point in time, but FUCK, am I glad it was. I’m devastated we don’t have more, but I’m so, SO grateful for what we ended up with, because it was exactly what I needed.

And while I wish I could’ve watched it with my uncle—he would’ve loved this show—I’m so grateful that it has turned his memory from something of deep pain to that of humor and joy. Like so many of the characters, he was funny, and brash, and caring beyond belief; he gave me my love of sailing, and taught me to treasure fine things, laugh in the face of hate, and never to give up on what I loved.

So cheers to you, Uncle R. Cheers to the renegades. And cheers to queer joy—because it feels good for the flag that once meant death to me to finally have a new meaning 🏳️‍🌈

[far-from-fran]

Don't Like, Don't Read!

Dev hummed suspiciously. Even from behind his shades, his intent stare was piercing.

A tortuously long moment passed in silence. What would Dev think if he knew? That Peri was insane? A hopeless idiot? Something worse? What if Dev was so weirded out that he didn't want Peri to be his godparent anymore? Peri started to sweat, a nervous grin plastered on his face.

“Something happened. Tell me what it was,” Dev demanded.

Peri did his best to sound authoritative. “Now, Dev,” he began, “it’s important for adults and children to have healthy boundaries—”

“I wish you’d tell me!”

“Ugh!” Peri let out a long-suffering groan, throwing his hands up in frustration. “Do you ever listen? To anything? At all? Ever?”

Dev had a mean little smirk on his face. “You're my godparent, so...” He made a 'get on with it' gesture.

Chapter 2 is out now!

[sudokufriend]

‘one must imagine sisyphus happy’ and it’s just responding to texts. on my phone. with people i like talking to.

[proship-pokespe]

i think i saw you make blinkies at some point, could you make a "this user is pro Chosenshipping" and a "this user is pro Grantedshipping" or something like that?

ha ha srry , i kinda ghosted the blog didn ' t i ?