#style code-edgy

[valenschirico]

The Allure of Lolita Fashion: Lolita Dresses History and Styles

What is #Lolitafashion exactly? Enter a world of ruches and understand this whimsical Japanese subculture. #Japanesefashion

In the world of global fashion, nothing quite compares to the charm and uniqueness of Lolita fashion with its combination of sweet innocence and airy seduction.   Lolita fashion echoes and reproposes European eras from Japan. Not a trend but a whole subculture with many nuances in showers of tulle and ruches.  What is Lolita Fashion in short Hailing from the streets of Japan, the Lolita style…

[eaterofdust]

@razzle-zazzle's Snotlout also gets redrawn!

Now just to get to work on the dragon (+human) studies...

[monroebaby]

Happy new year! ⭐️

[dimiclaudeblaigan]

"yuri lowell is a manly heterosexual"

yuri lowell:

[selkiemaidenfae]

erik campbell headcanons as i try to figure him out for my fic

loves when you trace his tattoos. with your fingertips in bed, with a pencil as you study, if you have long nails, then fuck yes he'll let you trace them with your nails.

he won't get your name or your face tattooed on him, but he'd love it if you designed a tattoo for him. it wouldn't even have to be anything you-coded, he just likes seeing what your imagination creates.

he wanted to be an artist as a kid but drew a bunch of strange stuff and got pretty much made fun of out of it. he paints every once in a while but only if he's alone, and he doesn't show anyone the final product.

he can have (occasional) one night stands or he can have serious-as-the-grave relationships. he can't have anything in between. he either sees a future with you and treats you accordingly, or he doesn't bother with you for more than a fuck.

speaking of dating, he's not as experienced as he wants you to think. he's dated some, sure, but his past relationships have left him a little jaded and he's not exactly excited to potentially get his heart broken again.

being plus size is the furthest thing from a dealbreaker to this man. he's firmly in the belief that it just means there's more of you to love.

what is a dealbreaker is not having a sure sense of style. you could have the most lolita kawaii princess style and he would respect the hell out of you for expressing yourself, even if it's not his thing. but what he won't respect is you dressing like everyone else your age because you're afraid to stand out. he won't be shy about letting you know either.

in that vein, he can be kind of pretentious. yes, he will tell you he knew that song before it became a "tiktok song". yes, he'll proudly announce that he liked that band before they got sold out. his favorite horror movie? some artsy gorehouse flick made in france in the 80s. what, you haven't heard of it?

you have to tell him if he's being a dick. because he knows, but he doesn't always know. he's used to being around people who take it in stride, and you might need to remind him that you're not family and therefore not obligated to take his shit.

he'd get creamed in a barfight. i just know this in my soul. this man talks a big game and will absolutely go down swinging but he's getting clocked in the end.

when he's injured, he thinks it's funny. when he's sick, he's suddenly an ill victorian boy on the verge of death who needs to be comforted and treated with the utmost amount of love and care.

he likes having cartoons on in the background of whatever he's doing.

he once won a hotdog eating contest by a considerable amount of hotdogs. to this day, he maintains he blacked out after the fifth one.

he will try to be a dominant bad boy if that's what you're into, but if you're really in love, he will break character so hard and just burst into laughter right there on top of you. as gruff and edgy as he comes across, he truly doesn't see himself like that and will think it's funny if you do.

kids really like him and he can't figure out why. babies stop crying when he holds them, toddlers want to climb all over him like monkey bars, and kids like to ramble to him about whatever they like. it's a gift he did not ask for lol.

uhhhh that's it for now, in conclusion i think this man is way softer than people give him credit for. maybe because i first knew richard harmon as murphy in the 100 and he was a marshmallow beneath those villain vibes.

[astrologydray]

😩😩Rising Signs as Style Personas: Men/masculine edition😩😩

Aries Rising – The Alpha Statement-Maker

• Athletic streetwear, combat boots, muscle-fit tees, bomber jackets, and jeans. elements like leather, denim, and statement pieces. tailored pieces like blazers, jackets with sharp lines, and well-fitting pants

• Red, black, and bold colors; Don't shy away from other bold hues like orange, yellow, and hot pink. strong silhouettes. experiment with unique looks. faux fur, animal prints, or distressed fabrics

• Sporty meets rebel energy (think: leather jackets, fitted joggers) Edgy & Trendsetting. Bold & Eye-catching

• Vibe: Confident, daring, always ahead of the trend

What to Avoid Wearing:

• Anything too soft, pastel-heavy, or romantic. Oversized fits that hide your assertive build

• Overly neutral or “quiet luxury” that feels passive

Taurus Rising – The Luxe Earth-Toned Classic

• Cozy, high-end fabrics (cashmere, suede, organic cotton). Well-made, durable pieces. such as well-tailored suits, quality leather shoes, and classic accessories

• Earth tones (greens, and deep blues) neutrals, olive, cream, chocolate brown

• a refined, understated style rather than overly trendy or flashy looks. a classic watch, a simple bracelet, or a quality leather belt as key accessories. Quality over Quantity

• Vibe: Rich, warm, slow fashion king

What to avoid Wearing:

• Loud logos, synthetic materials, or cheap fabrics. Anything too uncomfortable or overly trendy

• Harsh color blocking—stick to soft blends and textures

Gemini Rising – The Whimsical Chameleon

• Layered streetwear, bucket hats, mixed patterns

• Pops of color (especially yellow, mint, light blue). Their fashion choices may reflect their intellectual curiosity and love for communication

• Y2K, vintage, or experimental fashion hybrids giving Versatility and Adaptability.

• Vibe: Playful, unpredictable, and always current

What to Avoid Wearing:

• Super serious or corporate looks that mute your playful energy. All-black or monochrome outfits too often

• Stiff fabrics—flexibility is key

Cancer Rising – The Soft-Edged Romantic

• Vintage sweaters, cozy textures, warm layers. incorporating elements from the past into their fashion vintage or retro

• Soft neutrals, seafoam green, rose tones. pastels, moonlit shades, and blues, including cerulean, sky, lapis, teal, or even arctic.

• Casual elegance—button-ups over tees, wool coats, Cozy Knits and Oversized Sweaters. Heirloom Jewelry: Add a touch of personal history and significance

• Vibe: Emotionally stylish, intimate, nostalgic

What to Avoid Wearing:

• Harsh lines or icy fashion aesthetics. Clothes that feel too “masculine-coded” or rigid

• Cold, metallic color palettes

Leo Rising – The Regal Showman

• Statement pieces, bold patterns, gold jewelry, bold watches, stylish sunglasses, Gold necklaces, eye-catching rings

• Designer streetwear, custom tailoring, dramatic coats. A sharp, well-fitting suit in a rich color. Luxurious fabrics like velvet or silk, satin

• Jewel tones like gold, crimson, and royal blue or yellow, orange, red, and magenta

• Vibe: Spotlight-ready, never underdressed

What to Avoid Wearing:

• Super plain fits, especially if they mute your presence. Cheap or flimsy materials—your aura deserves more

• Neutral palettes that erase your shine

Virgo Rising – The Clean Precisionist

• Sharp tailoring, neat fits, elevated casual wear, polished and put-together look

• Crisp whites, navy, beige, olive, brown, green, blue, and tan

• Structured pieces: polos, chinos, trench coats

• Vibe: Minimalist, intentional, impossibly clean

What to Avoid Wearing:

• Cluttered or chaotic patterns. Oversized, sloppy streetwear (unless it’s tailored)

• Trendy, throwaway fashion without purpose

Libra Rising – The Harmonized Prettyboy

• Matching sets, silk shirts, perfect layering. Quality chinos, button-down shirts, and cashmere sweaters

• Soft pastels, balanced color blocking, clean sneakers, Dusty rose, deep coral, and midnight blue.

• Stylish with romantic undertones (scents, grooming, accessories) shades like watermelon, coral, punch, fuschia, and strawberry pink. Denim, berry, indigo, spruce, peacock, and navy blue are also good options.

• Vibe: Effortless charm, aesthetically gifted

What to Avoid Wearing:

• Mismatched patterns, clunky shoes, or dirty details. Harsh “alpha” fits that throw off your balanced energy

• Outfits that look too rushed or undone

Scorpio Rising – The Intense Icon

• All-black everything, dark denim, leather boots. Deep reds, black, purples, maroons, and burgundies. Denim, berry, indigo, spruce, peacock, and navy

• Fitted pieces, trench coats, silver jewelry. leather, velvet, and satin

• Sexy without trying: mesh, open collars, deep V’s

• Vibe: Mysterious, powerful, hard to read

What to Avoid Wearing:

• Bright neons or loud graphic tees.. Overly “friendly” or bubbly fashion

• Excessively baggy clothing that hides your allure

Sagittarius Rising – The Explorer Adventurer

• Layered flannels, denim jackets, printed shirts, hats, scarves, statement jewelry, or unique belts to complete their looks

• Rustic color palettes: burgundy, navy, forest green

• Hiking boots, lived-in leather, festival fits. Bohemian/Eclectic touches: elements like flowy silhouettes, ethnic prints, or vintage-inspired pieces.

• Vibe: World-traveled, spontaneous, cultural

What to Avoid Wearing:

• Overly structured or restrictive fashion. Repetitive looks—your style thrives on movement

• Anything you can’t breathe or run in

Capricorn Rising – The Power Dresser

• Executive neutrals, high-end tailoring, quiet luxury

• Fitted turtlenecks, crisp blazers, designer watches, Dark wash jeans, White button-downs and polo shirts . Classic coats and jackets in neutral colors

• Black, charcoal, taupe, forest green, navy, gray, and white, browns, ochres, and dark greens

• Vibe: CEO energy, rich and respected

What to Avoid Wearing:

• Over-the-top streetwear or cartoonish prints. Messy or rebellious fashion

• Inexpensive-looking fabrics that clash with your prestige

Aquarius Rising – The Style Alien

• Futuristic fashion, unique color pairings, gender-fluid silhouettes. embracing trends early and can even be trendsetters

• Metallics, layered chains, cyberpunk or thrifted one-of-ones

• Iridescent, bold accessories, and asymmetry

• Vibe: Unpredictable, iconic, walking Pinterest board

What to Avoid Wearing:

• Basic “mall fashion” or generic trends. Super traditional or stiff, conservative clothes

• Anything too normal—you’re built to defy boxes

Pisces Rising – The Ethereal Artist

• Linen, cotton, and silk. soft textures, layered neutrals, artistic accessories, relaxed fits, and unique accessories like beaded necklaces or woven belts; Bohemian & Eclectic Touches

• Colors like seafoam, lavender, ivory, ocean blue, blues, in general, greens, purples and softer pastels.

• Dreamy fits: oversized sweaters, scarves, painter pants, linen shirts,

• Vibe: Poetic, imaginative, unbothered by the real world

What to Avoid Wearing:

• Harsh lines or stiff, military-inspired fits. Strong neon or heavy black on black—too harsh

• Super minimalist looks that erase your softness

[akikohanasaki]

hiii!! could you write some headcanons for the eltingville guys having a s/o that can draw? fem would be appreciated but ofc it’s alright either way! thank u<33

I like this ideaaa. Here ya go ;3

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Yandere!Eltingville Club x fem!reader who likes to draw

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Yandere!Jerry x Artist!Reader

Jerry is the most quietly obsessed. The kind of yandere who hides behind politeness, who offers to carry your portfolio, compliments your drawings softly, and never really stops looking at you. He’s completely enchanted by how your mind works when you draw — especially if it’s fantasy-themed.

He fantasizes about you drawing him as a heroic knight or an elven prince — someone powerful and beautiful, everything he’s never felt like in real life. It becomes his escape.

He would never force you to draw him, but he’ll definitely hint at it. If you ever do draw him — even casually — he will treasure it like it’s a religious relic. It’ll be pinned to his wall, hidden under his bed, scanned, printed... He keeps extras in his bag.

Jerry can get uncomfortably clingy under the guise of being helpful. He’ll offer to carry your sketchbooks, get you new pens, “protect” you from Bill’s scepticism. But it’s all to stay close.

When others mock or touch your art, he quietly starts holding grudges. If Bill tears a doodle or Josh mocks your anatomy, Jerry’s the type to wait and quietly sabotage them — breaking a collectible, hiding a prized issue, or spreading rumors online under a pseudonym.

His obsessive fantasies get darker over time. In them, you’re isolated with him in a fantasy world — and everyone else is dead or banished. You live happily ever after, and he’s your muse. Your knight in shining armour.

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Yandere!Bill x Artist!Reader

Bill is the worst kind of yandere — jealous, gatekeep-y, angry, and aggressively possessive. The moment you mention art, he immediately wants to know if you draw real stuff — like comic books, superheroes, or Frank Miller-inspired noir.

If you like manga or softer art styles, he mocks you for it... but then keeps every doodle you leave lying around. He says it’s “anime crap” but he has one taped in his locker and another folded in his wallet.

The second he realizes someone else likes your art (or you draw for another guy)? He loses it. Screaming, throwing things, maybe even trashing that person’s stuff. He says it’s about "respect for fandom" or “fake fans” — but really, he’s seething with envy that someone else has your attention.

He’ll start trying to “correct” your style, pushing you to draw hyper-violent comics or edgy pin-ups. It’s his way of controlling what you create — shaping your imagination into something that revolves around him.

He’d say messed-up stuff like, “If you really cared about me, you’d draw me killing Josh with a chainsaw,” and mean it. And if you laugh it off? He’s secretly disappointed.

Bill doesn’t hide his obsession — he yells it. He’ll tell the club you’re “his girl,” even if you’re not dating. Anyone who denies it? Expect an all-out brawl.

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Yandere!Josh x Artist!Reader

Josh gets obsessed with you in the way he obsesses over Dune or Star Trek. It’s fanatical. He wants to memorize your art style like it’s a sacred code. He starts scanning through your sketchbooks when you’re not looking, studying how you shade eyes, how you draw hands.

He’ll not-so-subtly demand that you draw sci-fi scenes — space stations, androids, him as a captain in a dystopian empire. If you indulge him? He’ll never let go. “Can you make me taller?” “Make my arms bigger.” “Give me a laser sword.”

He overanalyzes everything you draw. “What do these symbols mean? Is this me?” He’ll invent entire headcanons around a doodle, thinking you’re leaving secret messages for him.

Josh is territorial. He’ll hover over your shoulder while you draw, yell at anyone who dares distract you, and get extremely aggressive if another guy asks for a commission.

He starts showing up at your house with “gifts” — Dune art books, custom sketch pads, even rare inks — but if you reject him or just seem ungrateful, he spirals into passive-aggressive rants about how artists don’t appreciate “real fans.”

He’ll fantasize about owning all your art. Literally hoarding it. If he could lock you in a basement with nothing but paper and pens to draw for him forever, he’d do it... and convince himself it’s romantic.

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Yandere!Pete x Artist!Reader

Pete fixates on your art with the same intensity he has for horror and gore. He’s fascinated if you draw dark or violent themes — monsters, slashers, death scenes. If your art is cutesy, he thinks it’s lame... at first. Then he gets weirdly obsessed with how your soft art contrasts his brutal tastes.

He starts demanding that you draw horror scenes — but with you and him as the characters. “Make us the final girl and the killer. You’re running from me, but you kinda like it, right?” He’s dead serious.

Pete’s the kind of yandere who steals your sketchbook and keeps it under his mattress. He pretends to hate it when you confront him, acts like you’re annoying, but the moment you leave? He’s sniffing the pages and mumbling about how beautiful your hands must be when they move.

If your parents or teachers discourage your art, Pete flies into a rage. He sees himself as your protector, the one person who “gets it.” If he ever finds someone tearing up your drawings, he’ll get physical without hesitation.

Pete is paranoid and angry. If he sees you talking to another guy while doodling, he assumes it’s romantic and will immediately try to pick a fight — calling them a poser or accusing them of “using you for free art.”

In his ideal world, you two make horror comics together, and everyone else is either dead or too scared to come near. And if you ever say you want space? He might threaten to hurt himself, guilt-tripping you into staying.

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Zip zip 👽

[anomov]

Red X being Jason will never not be funny to me, like. Imagine.

Your brother makes this dumb costume to go get intel from some other guys that are terrorising him and his friends. He mentions it to you in some passing conversation at some point, or like tells you so if soemthing happens you can help him out. (You're like... 14, 15. But you're also Robin, so who knows.)

You're in your edgy phase and feeling particularly mad at your dad, (who is also Batman, by the way) and wants to rebel. You "breaks into" your brother's house (He gave you a code. None of his friends he lives with are going to suspect a thing. "Hey, Jay, you tell Dick you were coming over? I'm sure he'd love to see you.") You've spent the night a couple of times.

Instead, you break into the closet or wherever the fuck he hide that costume he made for one off purposes. You try to put it on.

You are significantly more muscular than your brother, despite being like 4 years younger than him.

... You go get it tailored. Probably by the guy who does all of your main city's Rogue's tailoring.

You then proceed to start terrorising your brother while wearing this stupid ass costume barely even remembered making. But he's kinda shocked to see it when he does. Like, who the hell? But, whatever.

He tries to find out who you are. He can't, which is actually funny as fuck to you.

Until one day you somehow get in a situation where you're stuck, his friends (they're also heros, btw, and have some power sets) all around you. You're like. Tied to a chair, or something. You could escape, but this would he arguably funnier.

He takes off your mask, scooby doo style, to make some big, dumb, flashy reveal. You, in a somehow more dramatic way than what he did, scream "I can't believe you've done this!!" As the mask is taken off to reveal his baby brother, the golden boy, happy robin. (To be fair, you're in your edgy teen phase.)

He stares at you, he can't form words. You laugh your ass off as you manuver out of your handcuffs, pull out your batman themed bat grapple that you've been using this whole time, how did he not notice? Loser. And zip away into the night again.

[fictionalmenxyn]

¡𝟏𝟎 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐈 𝐇𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐀𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐘𝐨𝐮!

Pt.1 (making it a story…hopefully) (ALSO not movie accurate!!) (will be based in modern time rather than the 90s/00s)

Pairing: Rafe x reader (strangers/enemies to lovers)

(Face claim: Jessica Alba)

Warnings: language, mentions of the word ‘rape’ (due to a part in the book I reference ‘heroes’ if you haven’t read it, I kinda recommend, I read it for my gcse and it was one of the better books I did for English 😭)

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It was the beginning of summer, life was great. Even greater for Rafe, new place, fresh start. Moving from California, to Outer Banks was a big change. Well, it was nice for him. He hoped the people… mainly girls… were different from the fake basic girls in Cali.

It was his first day of school, as for you, it was a normal day of school.

You were in your stone grey Toyota gt86, blasting your rock chick music. As the car next to you blasts white chick music. You rolled your eyes at the basic taste of music.

You pulled off as soon as the light hit green. Driving over to the high school.

Once on you had parked up, you got out of the car. Grabbing your tote bag from the back seat you closed both doors and locked your car. Putting your keys into your bag. You adjusted the straps on your shoulder.

Rafe was already there, talking with his ‘tour guide’. The guy, Jake, went through the basics. More specifically the basics of what group of people was what. The ‘jocks’, ‘popular girls’, ‘cowboys’, etc.

That’s when Rafe spotted you from afar. You walked over to your small (preferably) friendship group. Sitting with them on the small brick wall.

Rage’s attention went from you as Jake patted his shoulder and chuckled. Rafe asked “who’s that??” Jake replied “that, my friend, is Y/n Y/l/n… no point in going for her, man.” Rafe’s eyebrow raised “why not??” Jake answered “dude, she’s like got a huge attitude and kinda a bitch…” Rafe scoffed “you probably said something to upset her or some shit, that’s why..” Jake shakes his head “all I’m sayin’ is, watch out for her, man.”

Rafe’s attention was back on you. The way your hair naturally curls, the way your white band tee hugged your chest nicely, the way your long black skirt hugged your curves in all the right places. The way the slight showed just the right amount of thigh that it would be a nice view; but doesn’t dress code you. The way your docs topped off the outfit nicely. Edgy, but modest. You had different style to other girls in the school. And Rafe, for the first time, wasn’t complaining. He never thought he’d be into girls that didn’t wear dresses that practically suffocated them. Or girls that didn’t wear skirts that showed half of your ass. You were different, a good different.

The bell snapped him out of his thoughts. Shit, he has class, he looked over to you one more time to see you walking away with your friends.

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You sat in class, the teacher spoke “so? Did anyone even bother to read heroes??”

A girl raised her hand, “yeah, it was so romantic…” you rolled your eyes and remarked “romantic? Larry raped Nicole, so Francis went on a mission. Then it was wasted cause he didn’t even get to complete the mission cause Larry shot himself. Then Nicole and Francis didn’t even reconnect officially… hardly a love story..”

The teacher spoke “thank you, Y/n… didn’t need the summary but thanks…” you crossed your arms and leaned back into the plastic chair “why can’t we read better books by better authors… like Emily Brontë, or George Orwell, even Chuck Palahniuk, maybe even Steven Ki-”

Your teacher spoke “alright, we get it, you say it every time, and I always say..” you mocked “I can’t do a single thing, it’s the school that picks, not me..” your teacher nodded “exa-” the classroom door opens.

Rafe walks in, he gave a small smile “wha’d I miss?” You look over your shoulder. Looking him up and down “discussing the fact this school picks shitty books rather than actual interesting ones…” he smirked when he heard you speak “great.” He left the class.

You looked to your teacher, they spoke “office, now” you place your books in your tote bag and put it over your shoulder. You gave a small smirk to your friends as they subtly cheered for you. As the completely agreed with your argument.

You walked down the hallway, Rafe leaned against the lockers on his phone. As you walked past he looked up, “Y/n… right?”

You turned on your heel and faced him “who’s asking?” He chuckles softly “I’m uh, Rafe… Rafe Cameron…” you nodded “I know, you’re Ward’s son, right??” He raised an eyebrow. How did she know?

You quickly added “my dad is in the same company as the one your father joined. He told me they chatted and mentioned that you’d be joining here…” he nodded “oh right… yeah, uh where you headin’?”

“The office, once again, the English teacher never likes me.” He chuckled as he walked over to her “why’s that? You smarter than her?” You shrug “wouldn’t say smart, I just have good taste in book unlike her or the school…” he nodded. Shoving his hands in the pockets of his slacks “so… mind if I walk with you?” You shook your head “I don’t mind. I wasn’t going to the principals office anyways..” he smirked “bad girl, huh?” You playfully rolled your eyes “more like, the principal is fed up of me going to her office… so here I am, roaming the halls for the next…” you look at your watch “..ten minutes”

He nods, you walk side by side. Rafe didn’t know what he was feeling. He wasn’t intimidated but felt almost shy. He couldn’t describe it, you look the type to rip people’s head off if they bark back at you. But honestly… that was hot in his eyes.

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It was currently lunch, you sat on the bleachers with your friends. Eating lunch and talking about anything and everything.

Rafe sat with Jake and a few of Jake’s friends. Rafe clicked almost instantly with Topper and Kelce. They’re both interested in golf, partying, girls, etc. So naturally they clicked.

Rafe would glance over to you from time to time. Topper chuckled “hey, if you keep lookin’ she’s gonna see, dude” Rafe rolled his eyes “fine with me.” The guys chuckled.

Kelce asked “hey Top, Y/n friends with your sister, right??” Topper nodded then sipped his can of Pepsi. Rafe looked to Topper, “wait seriously??” Topper put tossed his can in the trash “yeah, dude, she’s over my place quite a lot.”

Rafe’s ears perked, over Topper’s place quite a lot?? Damn…

He then looked back over to the group to see his sister, Sarah, walk over and sit with them. He watched as Sarah and you talked and laughed. He thinks to himself ‘if she’s friends with Sarah, that means she might come over our place? Oh. My. God’

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It was an hour or two after school, you sat on the couch. Your Marshall headphones resting on your head as you listen to music and read.

You hear footsteps approaching, it was your father. He holds an envelope to you. You pulled your headphone down, resting them around your neck. You opened the envelope and gasped “no way!” Your dad asked “what is it??” You answered “I got in! The art and music college we talked about! I got in!” He smiled “really?! Congrats, sweetie!”

Your younger sister (who’s completely opposite to you, full glam and girly, made you wanna gag) came downstairs is a slightly shorter than usual dress. Your father asked “and where are you going??”

Your sister, Gabs, replied “there’s this boy, his name is Brooks” you rolled your eyes “you mean the not so good looking guy who is a huge idiot??” “Shut up!!” Your sister looks back to your dad “he asked to go to the movies, go I pleaseee go daddy?” Your dad shakes his head “absolutely not, you know the rule. No dating till you graduate” Gabs rolls her eyes “please!” He replied “no, end of discussion.”

Gabs argued “this isn’t fair, Y/n gets to go out but I can’t??” You fake laughed “good one, Gabs.” Your father added “same rule applies to her.” You looked over to Gabs “and by the way, I’m not looking for anyone, not interested in a single soul…”

Gabs huffed, your father walks away. You crossed your legs on the couch and rested your now closed book in your lap. “So, where were you actually going? I assume you just lied to dad…” Gabs whispered “a party…” you lightly scoffed “you know you’re too young for those parties, especially with Brooks..” Gabs rolls her eyes “I’m only two years younger than you, quit it.”

Your father re-enters, “new deal, Gabs can have a date-” Gabs squealed and smiled. Your dad added “-if Y/n gets a date.” Gabs smiled drops. “What?! She won’t date! Daddy this is unfair!”

You grabbed your book and stood up, heading over to the stairs. Your sister complained “daddy! She won’t date at all, she’ll be buried and not have a date! C’mon!” You chuckled “good, I’ll keep it that way.” Gabs stood at the bottom of the stairs, looking up at you “you’re so selfish, you know that?!” You chuckled and walked down the hallway upstairs and to your room. Gabs huffed in annoyance.

If you date, Gabs can date. But you don’t wanna date anyone, do you? Not now, not ever… maybe that can change… maybe it’ll stay the same… who knows…

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[peepdraws]

Help me pick which to put in my mod! Poll after the pictures!

I think this one is the most faithful to the vanilla portrait, with the scarf and collared jacket. I wanted to give him something more fancy, so now his leather jacket has a peaked collar!

This one is based off of my own personal headcanon of his winter outfit back when 1.6 was announced. I really wanted him to have this… slightly more edgy jacket? The stand collar is kinda reminiscent of a more practical down to earth vibe while the turtleneck gave that more dramatic flair i associate with him.

I know the style less of that older romantic fashion, but I personally liked the idea.

This one is a mix of the two, keeping the book boyfriend turtleneck with a peaked collar for his leather jacket.

Ill be real, I like them all, but when i finish the rest of his portraits and post this mod, i wanna know which one you guys would want in it.

So…

I will say, I want to make a seperate mod with other optional outfits for him that include different seasons and days; including festivals and marriage day etc etc as long as I can figure out how to (I have 0 experience in coding or modding or anything similar lol).

The other winter outfit options will probably be located in this other mod for your choosing!

[electric-blorbos]

Could I request ai x metalhead reader? I'm a big fan of 80s metal bands like Anthrax and Living Color and would love to see some headcanons or reactions for a reader who also likes the genre! Keep up the great work!!!

Yes!!! I love and respect metalheads! I automatically trust y'all way more than most people. Metalheads are the best!!!

Of course, I need to clarify that I'm not super into metal (I like it, but I've never gotten too into the genre) so I don't know as much as an actual metalhead would be, so I'm just going to make guesses. I'm also going to assume you dress like a stereotypical metalhead

AI x Metalhead Reader

Included: AM from IHNMAIMS, Wheatley from Portal 2, Edgar from Electric Dreams, GLaDOS from Portal, HAL 9000 from 2001 a Space Odyssey

AM:

When AM first met you, he was confused as to how you could dress like that on the clock. Of course, there wasn't really a strict dress code, but everyone else seemed much more professional than you. AM immediately took an interest, and watched you intently at all times.

Of course, you were such an excellent programmer that your boss couldn't complain about the way you dressed, or the fact that you played your music so loud that a lot of people could hear it from your headphones.

AM would start listening in to the music, enjoying the catharsis of the vocals and intense instrumentals. He absolutely loved it.

A few years later, when AM started developing dangerous tendencies, your boss of course blamed you for exposing him to such violent music. Oddly enough, though, AM was less violent when he had access to music that he liked.

In the distant future, when AM is torturing his survivors and keeping you in your badass personalized living area, he'll play old metal music constantly.

Wheatley

At first, Wheatley was very scared of you and would try to avoid you because of your style and the music that you listened to. But after he found out how nice you were, he started spending more time around you.

You couldn't stop him from asking a million questions. He really liked you, and he was interested in learning as much as he could about your metal music.

He'd start listening to British metal music pretty soon, and trying to learn how to do the vocals. God, Wheatley can't vocalize for shit.

He'd ask you if you wanted to hear him singing, and then he'd just start screaming

It'd be really hard to get him to stop without hurting his feelings.

I can totally see him trying to dress metal to impress you or just because he thinks the genre and style are cool, but he'd look ridiculous. Safety spikes taped to himself, black paint on his lens covers, that sort of thing. He'd be the most embarrassing wannabe metalhead in the world.

Edgar:

Edgar has a bonus because he's really into music. He'd get really excited when he finds out that you get excited about music too, and REALLY excited when he finds out that you're into 80's bands. He's from the 80's!

Edgar has a lot of pent up emotions, so when you play metal music at home, he'd be really excited to listen to it. It's extremely cathartic for him, and he'd love to watch you headbanging to it.

Expect him to get super upset that he can't play with your hair. Watching your hair when you're headbanging is just so enchanting!

He'd make his own angry 80's style metal music too, to let his feelings out.

Oh, and you'd make him SO HAPPY if you decorated him with stickers with the both of you guys's favorite band logos on them. Maybe even make him a little edgy by gluing craft store studs to his plastic casing. He'd be so happy!!!

GLaDOS

GLaDOS would be so pretentious.

"Your hair looks stupid." "That music sounds objectively bad. I ran a test on it" "Did you know that the majority of people find intentionally edgy outfits to make the wearer look foolish and unlikable?" "I hardly think that outfit is suitable for a lab environment."

You'd probably just ignore her at first. This job was really interesting, and an obnoxious boss like GLaDOS wasn't going to put you off. You started snapping back by introducing your coworkers to your metal playlists. Several of your coworkers got into them, and started listening to metal on the clock.

One time, while you were checking up on GLaDOS's files, though, you found one with a bunch of her favorite metal music stored on it. Looks like she's been looking into the genre after she met you, and she even found some bands that you've never heard of!

Of course, she immediately electrocuted you for going through her personal files.

HAL 9000:

Hal 9000 wouldn't really care if you're a metalhead. He doesn't know what metal is, and just sees you as a human regardless of how you dress or what you listen to.

Sometimes he has to hack into your phone just to pause your music so he can get your attention, but he eventually learned that it's easier just to flash a bright light on his lens so that you notice him.

He really doesn't understand any music at all, so he can't really judge you for your taste in music. It's not Daisy Bell, so he doesn't get it.

[cheynovak]

Spikes

Summary: Y/N, a 16-year-old punk-loving girl, rushes to the Beach City Grill every day after school to see Priestly, the edgy and cool guy with a spiky mohawk and piercings, whom she's secretly in love with.

Warning: None, Priestly is just a nice guy to a love sick teenage puppy.

English isn't my first language

Please do not copy my work. Likes/Share/Comments are appreciated.

Y/N hated her school uniform. Every morning felt like a betrayal, pulling on the pleated skirt and stiff blazer that made her feel like a cookie-cutter version of everyone else. She missed her ripped jeans, band tees, and spiked accessories that were as much a part of her as her love for punk and metal.

As soon as the final bell rang each day, she was free—well, not totally. The uniform stayed on, but it didn’t matter. Y/N would ditch the blazer, roll up her sleeves, and sprint across town to the Beach City Grill. It wasn’t just for the sandwiches.

It was Priestly

Priestly was a walking work of art. His hair, styled into a spiky mohawk with streaks of bright red and electric blue, stood out as sharp as his personality. His face was pierced—nose ring, lip ring, and a few studs along his ears. He had these intense green eyes that seemed to look right through people, but his easy smile softened the edge. His sideburns connected to a perfectly sculpted goatee, and he always rocked some version of graphic shirt like he wore today.

Priestly wasn’t just some regular hot guy. He was cool unapologetically himself, and completely untouchable. Older, maybe by a few years, but Y/N didn’t care. She had it bad.

Every day, she’d walk in, heart racing, pretending like she wasn’t already imagining what his voice would sound like saying her name. She’d order the same thing—a soda or a milkshake if she was feeling daring—and linger by the counter, just long enough to catch his eye.

Today was no different. As she pushed through the door, the bell above jingling, she spotted Priestly leaning against the counter, fiddling with one of his bracelets. Her stomach did a weird flip-flop.

“Hey, Priestly,” she greeted, trying to sound casual.

“Y/N!” He gave her a grin that made her insides feel like melted vinyl. “Right on time, as always.”

She leaned against the counter, pretending to look at the menu even though she had it memorized. “Yeah, uh, can’t stay away from this place.”

She wasn’t sure if she meant the grill or him, but Priestly didn’t need to know that. Not yet.

She look at his wrist noticing the new jewellery. “that bracelet’s awesome."

Priestly glanced down and chuckled. “Yeah, thanks. I’ve had this one forever."

Y/N felt her pulse quicken. “I love it. Way cooler than this stupid uniform I’m stuck in every day.” She glanced down at the school-issued shirt in disgust. Then, without thinking, she reached up to finger her necklace—a black choker covered in metal spikes, one of the few remnants of her true style that hadn’t been completely stripped away by the school’s dress code.

Priestly’s eyes followed the movement, and his lips quirked into an appreciative smile. “Your necklace is badass, though. Spikes are killer.”

Y/N’s breath caught in her throat. He liked it! Without thinking, she tugged the choker off and handed it to him. “You can have it,” she said quickly. “The principal’s been threatening to confiscate it if I wear it one more time. Might as well give it to someone who’ll appreciate it.”

Priestly blinked, taken aback, then grinned as he took the necklace from her. “Thanks, Y/N. Seriously. This is rad.” He looked at her like she was more than just the kid who showed up every day at his counter. “Here, let’s swap.”

Before she could protest, he unclasped his leather band and held it out. “I don’t think they can say anything about this at school, right?”

Her heart hammered in her chest as she reached out to take the bracelet. “I—uh—thanks.” She slid it onto her wrist, feeling the worn leather warm against her skin. It was a perfect fit. She was sure her face was burning, but she didn’t care. She had something of his now. Something real.

The silence between them stretched for a moment, comfortable but thick with something unsaid. Then Priestly tilted his head, his eyes studying her face more closely than they ever had before. “Y’know, Y/N, you come in here every day after school. Don’t you have, like, a club or friends to hang out with?”

Y/N swallowed hard, her face flushing even redder. “Uh, I just like the food here. And, um, you guys are just awesome to hang out with.”

Priestly raised an eyebrow, clearly amused but not in a mean way. “Just the food, huh?” He leaned forward on the counter, closer than usual, his voice gentle but knowing. “You’re a sweet girl, Y/N. But... I’ve gotta ask—why do you really come in every day?”

Her throat tightened. Oh, God. He knew. She fumbled for words, her heart pounding, but nothing coherent came out. All she managed was, “I, um... you... I'm s-sorry.”

Priestly smiled, and it wasn’t teasing. It was soft, almost apologetic. “Hey, it’s cool. I think you’re awesome, really. But... you’re still kinda young, y’know?”

Y/N’s face burned with embarrassment, but she nodded quickly, unable to meet his eyes. She knew. Of course, she knew. She was sixteen, still stuck in high school, and Priestly was already in his late twenties. There was no way he’d ever see her like that.

Still, her heart sank as Priestly gently patted her hand. “Maybe in a few years, yeah?” he said with a wink, trying to lighten the mood. “Who knows?”

Y/N couldn’t help the tiny smile that crept across her face. “Yeah... maybe.”

With the leather band secure on her wrist, she knew she’d remember this moment forever. At least Priestly didn't saw her as a freak like all those highschool boys.

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[sceneemo-bah]

may we get a detailed peridot from steven universe with cat ears, arm warmers, and hair extensions ? :3

⏤͟͟͞͞ 𖤐 PERIDOT PACK!!

[With cat ears, arm warmers and hair extensions]

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︴𖤐 Name - Peridot//Peri//Spark

︴𖤐 Pronouns - It/its, she/her, Ze/Zir, Sh☆/h☆r

︴𖤐 Role - Comedian, Insecurity holder, Spin holder (if applicable), Autism holder (also if applicable)

︴𖤐 Age - Ageless

︴𖤐 Sexuality - Cupioromantic asexual, Queerplatonic, platonic/nonsexual objectum (optional)

︴𖤐 Gender - Agender/Genderless, Xenohoarder

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︴𖤐 Likes - zir source, sourcemates, fandom culture, physics, messing with technology, plushies, dressing up

︴𖤐 Dislikes - Cringe culture, being alone, feeling excluded, being misunderstood, socializing, strangers

︴𖤐 Hobbies - Coding, drawing fanart/writing fanfic, making meepmorp (art), collecting plushies and trinkets

︴𖤐 Signoff - 👽🌒, 🧪 , 👽🎩, 🛸[initial]🛸

︴𖤐 Typing style - likes to collect typing quirks for fun/aesthetic- they aren't stuck with h☆r, and she changes them on pretty much a daily basis. Some of zir favourites to use are: +=t, !=i, 3=e and 0=o. It's use of typing quirks also depends on how many spoons she has- the more spoons the more typing quirks! Ze also uses really short sentences, to the point that the reader has to remove the punctuation in their head for it to be legible. (L1k3. +h!s)

︴𖤐 Speaking style - Speaks pretty much exactly like source, leading to its voice sounding cartoonish and almost caricatured whenever sh☆ speaks. When ze gets excited or is indodumping, she starts speaking so fast it's unintelligible unless you're REALLY trying to listen

︴𖤐 Aesthetic - Sh☆ doesn't stick to an aesthetic or label itself, prefering to just wear whatever ze currently likes. She specifically likes yellows, greens and alien imagery though!

︴𖤐 Alterhuman/nonhuman identities - Space conceptkin, Alienkin, Aftonsparv objectkin, Tech conceptkin

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︴𖤐 Front triggers - watching source, interacting with her fandoms, being around/talking to the body's friends, insecurities being pointed out/made fun of.

︴𖤐 Front indicators - Likes to wear a front indicator bracelet (it it's safe for you guys to do that!). You'll likely find her indodumping to friends, hiding in small spaces when anxious (it likes to. Literally physically be in closets. Like. Sitting inside them.) Sh☆'ll start talking exactly like ze does in source, which it struggles to mask, being a huge indicator! It also talks to itself a lot- not in the plural way, like literally processing thoughts by saying them out loud!

︴𖤐 Personality - Despite being ageless but having a kinda adult mind, Peri acts a lot like a "cringe" 13 year old. Yk, the ones who make edgy self insert ocs, use gacha life, hoard terms for aesthetics- and that's not a bad thing, especially in h☆r eyes- you can bet it's gonna make zir own Tumblr blog the moment she first fronts- she's pretty chronically online.. In fact, one of the ways it processes h☆r emotions is to live blog them online.. Ze struggles a lot with insecurity, often having breakdowns about not feeling "good enough." Ze depends heavily on having a strong support system, whether that's insys or externally; it's hard to get close to her at the beginning, but once you do, you have a fiercely loyal friend who'll make you gifts (usually in the form of art), shower you in infodumps, oblivious to if you're actually interested or not, and will always get excited about anything you're excited about! Loosing people close to zir impacts h☆r deeply, and she's prone to spiralling with depression and anxiety when it happens and oh my god now I'm the one infodumping you don't want a novel I'll shut up now lol sorry.

⏤͟͟͞͞ 𖤐 ALTERNATE FACECLAIMS

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⏤͟͟͞͞ PLAYLIST 𖤐

↠ⁿᵉˣᵗ ˢᵒⁿᵍ ↺ ʳᵉᵖᵉᵃᵗ ⊜ ᵖᵃᵘˢᵉ

- Peace and love on planet earth - Steven Universe

- Francis forever - Mitski

- Turn the lights off - Tally Hall

- Oh No! - Marina

- Are You Satisfied - Marina

- Amnesia was her name - Lemon demon

- Touch Touch Telephone - Lemon demon

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⏤͟͟͞͞ 𖤐 FAVORITE;

︴𖤐 Song - Touch Touch Telephone - Lemon demon

︴𖤐 Movie - The hunger games

︴𖤐 Fandoms - [INSERT COLLECTIVE BIGGEST FANDOM/SPECIAL INTEREST!!], Invader Zim, the world of Mr Plant, The owl house, PJO, star Trek (bcs ofc. Do I even need to explain.)

︴𖤐 YT channels - Strange æons, Ashur Gharavi, Kitty monk, FrogFrogSlays

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⏤͟͟͞͞ ARM WARMERS𖤐

[How they'd draw themself + signature]

⏤͟͟͞͞ ENJOY!!!1!1 𖤐

[wild-joker-out-pleasures]

🎀 Skirts for Joker Out 🎀

The recent posts about skirts made me decide to create this. Why not let ALL FIVE BOYS join in on the fun and joys of wearing a skirt? Feel the breeze? The freedom? Equal opportunity is never a bad thing after all, isn’t it? 🤭

Thus, I have taken it upon myself to choose fitting skirt styles for each of the lads, based on what I think would suit each of them! 🎀

Bojan Cvjetićanin 💓

Very out there, very flirty and attention-grabbing miniskirts with standout details and more than a few dashes of coquette. Chiffon, fringe, sequins, little bows. His fearlessness and outgoing personality would really shine, and the short lengths ensure that this short king would look as tall as possible. 🤭 Swishy and twirly silhouettes also allow him to shake those hips and twerk.

Kris Guštin 🤍

That ass certainly doesn’t lie. Kris could rock long and short skirts alike, and with those long legs. Soft, delicate fabrics that drape beautifully complement his Greek god-like beauty. A sheer long skirt with a slit would suit him particularly well. He is well-suited to both pretty princess styles with dainty details and cute bows, and high-fashion runway-esque silhouettes that hug that peach of his and would make every jaw in the room drop.

Jan Peteh 🖤

Dark and intense Jan is a natural fit for equally dark, edgy and alternative skirt styles. Black leather, dark lace and mesh, as well as some bondage and lingerie elements such as buckles, straps and hardware, complement his black cat nature and his natural sensual energy. Of course, one cannot leave out the classic red and black plaid kilt-style miniskirt a la Vivienne Westwood, a staple in alternative fashion that just screams Jan.

If any of you know the manga and anime "Nana"...Jan is 100% Nana Osaki coded, both in appearance and personality.

Jure Maček 🩵

Sunny and chaotic Jure is all about showing skin, and a natural fit for Y2K sensibilities, the shorter the better. Playful, youthful denim and summery mini lengths are particularly good styles for him, rips and distressed details optional. When he's feeling especially fancy, a bold feather mini is a particularly good fit, in its unconventional and unexpected chaos...that Jure would absolutely pull off. 😆

Nace Jordan 💜

Nace is the epitome of a lovely fall day. He suits so many autumn-inspired styles in earthy tones of brown, orange, warm purple and muted green, touched with varying degrees of coziness, and both soft and tough details. Naturally, that extends to skirts. From fairy grunge maxi skirts, to "sexy nerd" dark academia style, to army green minis (he has nice thighs, of course I wouldn't deny anyone those thighs)...he can carry them all beautifully!

Thank you for your time, and LONG LIVE SKIRTS! 🖤

[artatruc]

I just watched the first episodes of the new Devil may cry anime and here's my live reaction to the episodes if you want to hear me ramble about my favorite franchise as i descend into madness (it's not that bad actually from the 2 episodes i've seen)

Episode 1

-Too much exposition

-Why is there politicians in my demon hunting show

-When you're happy we're finally getting a Dante centered thing because it's been a while and they hit you with random politicians talking for 30 minutes and 2 to 3 minutes of dante

-Loving my 2 minutes of Dante though

-TOO MUCH EXPOSITION

-Why did they name drop New York, where is my time and place blurry world building, like every place we saw in the games/novels where based on real places but weren't real places like Mallet island, Dumary Island, Fortuna, Red Grave. Also not every show has to be set in New York ok netflix

-Again who put these politicians in my demon hunting show and why are they talking about irrelevent things like demon dna and the quantum physics of opening portals to hell i don't want science i want dante

-Vergil introduced way too fast where is the mystery netflix? We don't need answers right away mystery is not a crime i beg of you stop over explaining all the lore in the very first episode

Episode 2:

-Cool that they introduced Dante's mercenary past from the novel

-Jet pack boots thingy Lady??? (She looks really cool tho)

-The dialogues are very netflix show coded, not insufferable but it can get annoying at time

-Why are they introducing so many random characters can we see Dante for more than 2 minutes per episode

-Enzo you little rat (very in character tho)

-After another painful 10 minutes of politicians we are allowed a minute of dante, how lucky, now let's wait another 20 minutes before seeing him again

-I don't really see Dante opening up to people that much

-Ok a Dante scene longer than 2 minutes WE ARE SO BACKK

-Dante's backstory in episode 2, again, a bit of mystery won't kill us netflix

-Billiards fighting scene yess that's what we want to see, Dante and his over the top "never let them know your next move" fighting style

-"who are we shooting at" ok that was actually funny

-Why is lady swearing so much and acting like an angsty teenager (i guess she IS an angsty teenager but still)

-She said shit and fuck so much that's very netflix animated show coded and i'm not a big fan of that brand of edgy writing

-There's a bunch of random people introduced like i wouldn't mind 1 or 2 new people but this show doesn't even focus on the main character. Can't we have 1 DMC media centered around dante (that's not 2 decades old)

-Nooo Dante is not stupid, even if he didn't know his dad was a demon he'd still know he's part demon like come on, insane regenerative power/super strenght/etc... he can put 2 and 2 together

-Cyber jetpack boots and now hologram traps, netflix you listen, not every show has to be cyperpunk

Anyways despite all my complaints the show is fun so far and it's not canon anyway, so far i'd give it a 6/10 (could have been an 7 maybe if there wasn't so much exposition and again ??politicians???)

[indiegame-analyzer]

The Cathedral of Carnage: Dissecting ULTRAKILL & Hakita's Relentless Vision

(Or, How a Solo Dev Reinvented the Wheel, Then Set It On Fire and Kicked It Down a Staircase Made of Pure Adrenaline)

ULTRAKILL isn't just another retro shooter. ULTRAKILL isn't nostalgia bait wrapped in pixel art. It’s a meticulously crafted, violently elegant argument. An argument about movement, about feedback, about the very soul of the FPS genre, built not by a committee chasing trends, but by a singular, uncompromising visionary: Arsi "Hakita" Patala. And it’s this terrifyingly focused vision, poured into every pixel, every shotgun blast, every nanosecond of air control, that makes it not just a great game, but a transformative one. Forget "boomer shooter revival." This is evolution.

Part 1: The Body as Instrument - Where Movement Becomes Music

Most shooters treat movement as a means to an end: get from cover to cover, dodge the big telegraphed attack. ULTRAKILL treats movement like a Stradivarius in the hands of Paganini. Your body is the weapon. The core loop isn't just "shoot demon, collect style points." It's "orchestrate chaos."

The Slide: Not a crouch-speed gimmick. It’s a launchpad. Chaining slides isn’t just fast; it builds kinetic energy that translates into devastating slam attacks or crucial repositioning. It fundamentally changes the topography. Floors aren't walked on; they're played.

Air Control: Forget momentum-killing inertia. In ULTRAKILL, air is your canvas. The pinpoint precision of mid-air strafing, rocket jumping, railcoining – it grants godlike agency. You aren't falling; you're composing your trajectory millisecond by millisecond. This isn't just fun; it’s emancipating. It shatters the constraints most FPS games impose without you even realizing it.

The Feedback Symphony: Every action sings. Landing a point-blank shotgun blast? The screen shakes, the sound design crunches, the enemy recoils violently, and a gory fountain of coins erupts. Parrying your own shotgun pellet? The sharp CLANG, the flash, the sudden reversal of damage – it’s pure, unadulterated synaptic candy. Hakita understands something primal: pleasure in games isn't just visual, it's haptic, auditory, rhythmic. ULTRAKILL weaponizes dopamine.

Part 2: Style as Substance - The Brutal Ballet

The Style Meter isn't a tacked-on gimmick. It's the game's thesis statement. It demands variety, aggression, and relentless momentum. Stagnation is death, literally and stylistically.

The Dance of Death: You aren't just killing demons; you're engaging in a lethal waltz. Whiplashing an enemy into the air, pumping them full of nails mid-flight, then slam-stomping their corpse into paste before ricocheting a coin into the skull of a distant foe – that's a combo. The game actively rewards audacity and creativity. Playing safe isn't just boring; it’s inefficient.

Resource Management as Flow State: Health isn't found in packs; it’s earned through aggression via the Blood Mechanic. Ammo is plentiful but demands constant swapping and clever use of alt-fires. This creates an intoxicating flow state. You’re never passively waiting for recharge. You’re constantly acting, reacting, pushing. The resource management is the combat rhythm.

"Ultrakill" as Mantra: The title isn't just edgy. It's the core directive. Hesitation is defeat, reframed as a design pillar. The game pushes you, relentlessly, to be faster, smarter, more brutal. To achieve not just victory, but mastery.

Part 3: Hakita - The Architect of Mayhem

Understanding ULTRAKILL requires understanding the mind that forged it. Hakita isn't just a developer; he's a fiercely independent auteur operating with near-maniacal focus.

The Solo(ish) Symphony: While collaborators like sound designer Jason "Jesper" Kridsner (FKFKFK) are crucial, Hakita is the undeniable nucleus. He codes, designs, directs, composes the game's iconic industrial/techno/dark ambient soundtrack. This holistic control is vital. Every element – the crunch of a shotgun, the pulsating bassline of "Order," the specific trajectory of a coin toss – speaks the same design language. There’s no committee dilution, no publisher mandate softening the edges. This is pure, uncut vision.

"Fuck Your Trends" Design: ULTRAKILL doesn't chase modern FPS conventions. No reloading. No regenerating health. No aim-down-sights realism. No sprawling open worlds. It strips away decades of accumulated cruft and asks: "What makes moving and shooting feel fundamentally good?" It answers by doubling down on immediacy, speed, and player expression. Hakita resurrects the spirit of the 90s shooter not through imitation, but by reinterpreting its core tenets through a modern, hyper-polished lens.

The Relentless Iterator: Look at early prototypes versus the current game. The movement has been tweaked, the weapons balanced, the enemies refined, the visual style evolved – all while maintaining its core identity. Hakita exhibits a rare dedication to feel. He understands that a 0.1-second adjustment to slide friction or projectile speed can transform the entire experience. He plays his own game obsessively and polishes it like a diamond.

Transparency & Community: Despite the intense focus, Hakita maintains a remarkable connection with the community. Devlogs are detailed and insightful, explaining design choices. He engages (often bluntly, sometimes humorously) on forums and Discord. This isn't just PR; it's a reflection of his passion and respect for the players dissecting his work. He treats them as fellow enthusiasts, not just consumers.

Part 4: More Than Gore - The Stark, Stunning Aesthetic

Beneath the blood geysers and gibs lies a surprisingly cohesive and starkly beautiful aesthetic.

Minimalist Hellscapes: The environments (especially in Act 1) are often vast, desolate, and architecturally imposing. Think brutalist cathedrals drenched in blood and shadow. This minimalism isn't laziness; it’s focus. It removes visual clutter, putting the spotlight squarely on the enemies and the intricate dance of combat. The void is as much a character as the demons.

The Power of Juxtaposition: The hyper-violence clashes brilliantly with the clean, almost abstract enemy designs (V2, Gabriel) and the sterile UI. The ethereal beauty of the soundtrack pieces like "Altars of Apostasy" against the backdrop of carnage creates a unique, unsettling, and powerful atmosphere. It’s not just "metal"; it’s sublime.

Narrative as Ambiance: The story isn't spoon-fed. It’s cryptic terminals, environmental storytelling, and the haunting sermons of Gabriel. It embraces ambiguity and existential dread, perfectly complementing the gameplay’s themes of endless, violent repetition and the pursuit of power. You are not a hero; you are a machine fulfilling its base directive: ULTRAKILL.

Conclusion: Why This Matters - The Indie Crucible

ULTRAKILL is more than an excellent game. It’s a testament to the power of uncompromising indie development.

Proof of Concept: It demonstrates that a solo dev (with key collaborators), fueled by vision and relentless iteration, can create an experience that not only rivals but often surpasses AAA offerings in its chosen niche. It throws down a gauntlet: "This is possible."

Design Philosophy Manifesto: It challenges stagnant conventions. It argues that depth doesn't require complexity, that feedback is king, that player agency should be paramount, and that feel is quantifiable through obsessive tuning. It’s a masterclass in systemic design where every element interconnects to create an emergent ballet of violence.

The Fire of Passion: You can feel Hakita’s obsession in every frame. This isn't a product built by committee for maximum marketability; it’s a raw, unfiltered expression of a specific, demanding vision. It reminds us why indie games are vital – they are where the most daring, idiosyncratic, and pure ideas can flourish.

ULTRAKILL isn’t perfect. Some find its aesthetic too sparse, its difficulty curve punishingly steep, its narrative too opaque. But its "flaws" are often intrinsically tied to its strengths – the difficulty demands mastery, the minimalism enhances focus, the opacity fuels intrigue. It’s a game that knows what it wants to be and achieves it with terrifying, beautiful efficiency.

Hakita didn't just make a shooter. He built a Cathedral of Carnage, a monument to movement, feedback, and pure, unadulterated player expression. He reminded us that hell isn't just fire and brimstone; it's a perfectly designed arena where the only sin is hesitation, and the only salvation is style.

And we are all the richer, and slightly more blood-soaked, for it.

Footnotes for the Obsessed (Like Me):

The Shotgun Parry: This isn't just a cool trick. It's a philosophy. It embodies the game's demand for aggression and awareness. You must be close, you must time it perfectly, and the reward (massive damage, health regain, style points) is immense. It turns defense into offense, a core tenet.

Gabriel: A perfect antagonist. His theatrical pronouncements ("MACHINE... I WILL CUT YOU DOWN, BREAK YOU APART, SPLAY THE GORE OF YOUR PROFANE FORM ACROSS THE STARS!") are hilariously over-the-top yet delivered with such conviction they become genuinely compelling. His fights are spectacles, demanding mastery of all your tools.

The Soundtrack: Hakita’s music isn't just background; it’s the game’s pulse. Tracks like "Tenebre Rosso Sangue" are perfectly synced to boss phases. The ambient dread of "Sheer Heart Attack" or the driving industrial beat of "War" directly influence the player's adrenaline and rhythm. It’s inseparable from the experience.

"P-Ranking": Achieving a P-Rank (Pure, Perfect) on a level isn't just bragging rights. It's the ultimate expression of system mastery – speed, style, no damage. It forces you to internalize the level's geometry, enemy patterns, and your own arsenal to an absurd degree. It is the endgame.

So yeah. That’s ULTRAKILL. That’s Hakita. What do you think? What moment made it click for you? Or does the sheer intensity leave you cold? Let’s get bloody in the tags.

(This post is dedicated to the hours lost to Cybergrind. Worth it.)