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[demie90s]

So Fine

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Summary: Feeling like a sad, horny housewife, getting ignored, left on read, and growing more feral by the minute.

Warnings: SMUT. I’m grown now. Sexual innuendo, suggestiveness, pure brat behavior, intense sapphic teasing. ( Funny )

Vibe: Unhinged domestic lesbian chaos, R&B wife fantasy energy, playful tension with simmering horniness

Word Count ~ 4.5k

I was disturbingly quiet for too long, and everybody in that damn house should’ve known something was coming.

I had on one of Court’s old tees—oversized, worn soft, and stretched from all the times I “borrowed” it and never gave it back. My dog was curled up against my side like he was the only one who loved me in this cruel, neglectful world. The TV was on but I wasn’t watching it. Just sitting there, scrolling aimlessly through TikTok on T’s phone—because I had no clue where mine was, and I liked the chaos of holding hers hostage. I was in my wifey era. The mother era. Doing nothing, needing everything.

And not a single girlfriend in sight.

I get a text. From Court. Really from T through Court’s phone.

Court: bring T her phone

Me: tell T come take it cause fuck y’all

Didn’t even hesitate. That’s how I moved. Boldly. Disrespectfully. And with the full understanding that Court was the last person to play with like that. She didn’t do warning shots—she swung first. But me? I be starting shit just to fold under pressure. T thinks it’s funny. She always laugh like, “you startin stuff you can’t finish, baby,” and I do. Proudly. I’m a menace with weak knees. An instigator with a praise kink.

Anyway.

I’m laying on the couch like some underappreciated ’90s R&B video girl. Think Monica in a satin robe, curled on a windowsill, looking betrayed by the wind. That was me—dramatic, unbothered, deeply horny, and somehow bored.

So I sit up slow, real slow, dragging my voice across the silence like honey and venom.

“…I just think it’s realllllll weird.”

From down the hall, Court doesn’t even hesitate. “Hush.”

“I’m just laying here. A delicate flower. Wilted. Untouched. Full of potential. And lonely.”

A loud sigh leaves me as I flop back onto the couch like the spirit of Mary J. Blige herself had taken over my soul. My dog didn’t even lift his head. He’d seen worse.

T walks by with a damn snack. Just crunchin’ on some chips like she ain’t got a starving girlfriend right there on the couch.

“I’m eatin. Leave me outta this,” she mumbles.

I sit up, eyes wide, slow as ever. “You eatin but not eatin me? Oh. Okay.”

That makes her pause, smirk lowkey, but she keeps walking. And that just sets me off.

“I shoulda dated women with purpose. Women with hands. Women with mouths.”

Court, from wherever the hell she is, snaps out, “Don’t start with me.”

“Back hurt from carrying all this unappreciated ass!” I call out. “And the head game been trash anyway!”

T stops in the hallway. That head turn? Sharp. Slow. Like a cartoon character hearing someone talk shit through a closed door.

“Oop,” I say with a grin, holding her phone up like it’s evidence in a trial. “Tell T to come get her shit.”

Court walks in finally, all that thick attitude in her steps. Her face blank, one eyebrow raised, jaw tight like she’s two seconds from tossing something. “T, come get your damn phone before I slap her with it.”

I roll onto my back, legs kicked up, playing victim. “Wow. Violence. That’s where we’re at now. Beating me for needing affection.”

T takes her time strolling over, shaking her head, trying not to laugh. “You so dramatic.”

“You been knew that,” I mumble, handing T her phone with a pout so deep it should’ve come with a soundtrack. One of those sad violins or maybe a faint “Why I Love You So Much” by Monica humming in the background.

But I don’t stop there. Oh no, baby—I escalate. My chest rising and falling like I’m mid-labor. Huffin’, puffin’, throwin’ a full-body tantrum with no shame and no audience ’cause they clearly don’t love me anymore.

I flop back dramatically—limbs limp, soul wounded.

“‘Cause why,” I start, staring at the ceiling like it betrayed me too, “why my feet not bein’ rubbed? Why my back ain’t gettin’ no massage? Like I’m not over here sufferin’. Like my pussy don’t got feelings. Needs, even.”

Court’s halfway down the hall, but I see that pause in her step.

“And I don’t be askin’!” I yell after them like I’m preaching from the pulpit. “I be hinting. I be suggesting. I be doin’ the lil wiggle! And nobody catch on. That’s crazy.”

T turns around just to see the show. She already smiling, snack in hand, leaning against the wall like I’m the evening entertainment.

“Nooo, bae,” I drag out, rolling over like a slow roast, “I’m not mad. I just need head. Like… spiritually.”

Silence.

“Why neither one of y’all tongue down my throat right now?” I ask, genuinely confused. Hurt. Betrayed. “Like what’s the point of being gay if I’m still not gettin’ worshipped?”

Now both of them quiet.

“I don’t even know if I’m alive for real,” I whisper, eyes glassy like I’m ‘bout to cry. “Y’all treatin’ me like a side character. Like a lil cousin. I should be on my back right now with both of y’all kneelin’ like disciples.”

Court reappears in the doorway, arms crossed, head tilted. “You done?”

I shake my head slowly. “Not until somebody put they mouth where it matter.”

T’s mouth twitches like she tryna stay composed. “You really gon’ guilt trip us into sex?”

“I’m gon’ deserve it into sex,” I say, sitting up. “Y’all see this body? You see these thighs? This soft skin? And nobody on they knees? That’s disrespectful to the culture. The ancestors.”

Court exhales deep like she tryna keep from grabbing me by the ankles and dragging me down the hall.

“You know what—” she starts.

I clap twice. “Yes! Go on, Court! Speak from the heart, baby!”

She closes her eyes. T drops her snack. And just like that, I lay back again, arms out, grinning.

“This coochie finna get resurrected, I feel it.”

Mmmm baby, you ever been so dramatic you turned yourself on? That’s exactly what I did. I was mid-performance—throwin’ myself around like I belonged in a damn Broadway production of Lesbian Desperation: The Musical—and suddenly I got this ache. Not the “rub my back” kinda ache either. The low, deep, damn-I-need-somebody’s-face-between-my-thighs ache.

And of course, T was still sittin’ there in that armchair, legs spread just a little, snack abandoned, eyes lowkey gleaming with amusement like I wasn’t in the throes of a crisis.

She didn’t say a word—just watched. Looked at me like that’s my girl but also wtf. I locked eyes with her from the couch, lips parted, cheeks flushed. And baby… I dropped down to all fours like a true freak.

Court saw it. She was leaning against the doorway, jaw tight, arms crossed, mumbling, “Here we go.” Because she knew. Knew once I set my sights on T? It was over. T be actin’ chill until I crawl. Then she unravel.

I crept slow. Deliberate. My hips swaying like I had a beat playing in my head. And when I reached the couch where T sat? I didn’t even say nothin’. I just slid my hands up her legs, dragging nails lightly over her thighs, right over her sweatpants. She didn’t flinch. Didn’t move. Just exhaled through her nose like I was trying her patience and succeeding.

And then that damn Jon B came on.

“They don’t know ’bout this here…”

Like, please. The universe was setting me up.

I pressed up between T’s knees and dragged my hand slow—slow—up her chest. My fingers slipping under the hem of her shirt, brushing soft skin. My head tilted, lips parted, eyes all low and heavy like I knew what I was doing. T’s breath hitched. That’s all I needed.

“You just gon’ sit there,” I whispered, “and not touch the love of your life?”

“You annoying,” she said.

“Yeah, but I’m fine as hell,” I whispered back, smirking as I leaned in and kissed her.

Slow. Deadly. Like I was tryna kill her with softness. I didn’t rush it—I just pressed into her lips and pulled away half an inch, then kissed her again. Little pecks that made her chase it. I wasn’t even doin’ much but baby, when I say T melted? Her hand slid up the back of my neck like she ain’t even realize she was giving in.

Court was still watching like, I knew it. Shook her head and muttered something about weak-willed studs, but she didn’t move.

T finally slid forward on the couch, and baby I was on her immediately. Straddled her lap like it was my throne. Like this what I been waiting for all damn night. I rocked my hips once—just to test it—and she groaned like I’d stolen her soul through her teeth.

I leaned back just enough so she could see me—hands on my hips, thighs spread over hers, eyes full of heat. “Look at me,” I said.

She did. Damn near mesmerized. I grabbed her wrists and guided her hands up my body, slow and intentional, until they cupped my tits. “You been missin’ all this?”

She nodded like she forgot how to talk.

I laughed, low and wicked. “You lucky I want you.”

Now I was full stripper mode. But make it luxury girlfriend edition. I rolled my hips again, soft and slow, lips brushing her jaw as I whispered, “Don’t play with it.” I kissed down her neck. “Just lay back…” Another kiss. “And let me ride this out.”

T was gone. Body slack, jaw tight, fingers gripping me like I was oxygen. I started grinding slow—slow like syrup, baby. My hands my lips brushing her ear as I whispered the filth I been holding back all damn day. Court cleared her throat once but didn’t move, and honestly? I didn’t give a damn. She could watch. She could learn.

Because right now, I was putting on a show—with a front-row seat, and full access. T’s nails dug into my thighs. My hips rolled deeper. I smiled like I owned them both.

Still straddled on T like I own her. Kissin’ her with a heat I ain’t even know I had buried in my bones. One hand gripping the side of her face, the other curled behind her neck, nails lightly scratching, making her shiver.

And the way I kiss her? Nasty. Wet. Deep. The kinda kiss that make a person forget where they are. My lips drag over hers like I’m tryna mark her soul. I kiss her like I dare her to survive it. Head tilted, back arched, one leg slightly lifting so I’m lookin’ up at her just a little—like I’m worshipping her and ruining her at the same time. My lips part only to bite hers gently, to pull, to whisper filth between gasps.

T moans into my mouth, low and deep, and tries to grab my hips like she already forgot the rules. That’s how far gone she is.

But right when she leans in, ready to give me everything, I pull back. Dead in her face. Still on her lap. Still holding her jaw like it’s mine. But I turn—slow, dramatic, poised—and look right at Court.

There she go. Arms crossed, unimpressed. Jaw tight like she biting her tongue not to explode. But her eyes? Her eyes are heat. She watching every damn movement like she don’t care but baby—she care. She just don’t wanna fold first.

Boom. The speakers hum.

“Pretty brown eyes… you know I see you…”

Mint Condition’s Breaking My Heart slides in smooth like a soundtrack written for this exact chaos. And Court’s eyes twitch. Because she knows. That song don’t play without somebody giving in.

And I’m not. She’s the core. The hardest to break. But not impossible.

I turn back to T, lean close to her ear and whisper low, “I ain’t givin’ you shit until Court fold.”

T groans, eyes fluttering shut like she wanna cry. “You evil.”

“Poor you.” I smirk.

I lean back, body hot, breath short, thighs twitching because I already worked myself up. And when I say I lean back—I mean I go fully dramatic. Arms stretched, head tipped back like I’m on a damn chaise lounge. Still in T’s lap. My hips roll one slow time against her abs and baby, I moan.

Quiet. Controlled. But deadly. Court still don’t move. Not a blink.

So I slide a hand down my own stomach. Real slow. Tongue across my bottom lip. Just to tease. T’s hands are on my thighs, holding, steady, trembling just a little because she knows what’s coming.

“Don’t do it,” she warns, voice damn near broken already. But I do.

Fingers slide beneath the hem of Court’s shirt I’m still wearin’—poetic, right? And I start touching myself. Right there. In her shirt. In T’s lap.

Her hands grip my wrists, but not to stop me—just to hold ‘em. Like she need somethin’ to ground her while I lose my damn mind. She don’t even look down. Nah. She’s watching Court. Just like I am.

And Court. Oh, she is seething. That jaw is locked. She’s not even blinking. Arms still crossed, chest rising with short, angry breaths.

I moan again, louder this time, hand working slow under the fabric, head thrown back like I’m alone. Like I don’t have two girlfriends who could devour me if they just got the fuck over themselves.

“Damn,” I whisper. “Guess I really gotta do everything myself.”

T’s jaw flexes hard. She hates this. Hates that I get her like this. That she has to sit there and take it because she promised she’d wait on Court. That I’m using her lap like a throne and not letting her feast.

Oh, she loathes when I touch myself. Not because she don’t like it. But because that’s her job. Her privilege. Her possession. And right now I’m defiling myself in the open like I don’t got two women who claim to love me.

I smirk at her. Real slow. Eyes gleaming with mischief, hand still between my legs, breath still ragged.

“You just gon’ stand there,” I murmur, low and filthy, “and let me cum on your girl’s lap?”

Boom. Checkmate.

Court don’t say shit.

She just moves—slow, lethal, like a goddamn storm pulling in. Her arms unfold with intention, like she’s finally decided enough is enough. Eyes locked on me the entire time. Not my face. Not my lips. My hand. The one between my thighs. The one that’s been driving her mad with every whimper, every slick little moan. She watching it like it offended her. Like it crossed a line that only she gets to cross.

And she takes her damn time. That walk ain’t rushed—it’s patient, predatory, sensual in a way that makes my knees damn near buckle even though I’m still perched in T’s lap like some royal concubine beggin’ to be touched.

The moment she gets in front of me? Boom. Court’s hand is at my throat. Not soft. Not gentle. Claiming.

She tilts my head back with one firm squeeze, fingers spread over my throat like she’s reminding me who the fuck I belong to. My lips part from the pressure—instinctive, breathy—and I gasp, clutching her wrist on reflex like I’m not loving every goddamn second of it.

Then she kisses me.

Not sweet. Not searching. She kisses me like punishment, like possession. Lips hard, tongue slick, mouth devouring me like I asked for this. Like I deserved to be made an example of. My back arches instantly. Body trying to press up into her, even as her grip around my throat tightens, holding me in place like, Nah baby, you wanted this—take it.

And while I’m gasping into Court’s mouth, half-dazed, needing everything—T takes over.

Her hand replaces mine like she’s hypnotized. Like watching me touch myself finally snapped something in her. She doesn’t even say anything, just slides her fingers down between my thighs like she needs to feel what I felt. And once she does?

She moans. Real low. Real quiet. Like the feel of my slickness on her fingers stunned her.

T leans back slightly against the couch, spreading her knees a bit, adjusting me in her lap while her hand works between my legs. Real slow at first. Exploring. Teasing. Then firmer. Deeper. Her eyes are on me, lips parted, fingers steady, breath catching as I rock against her hand like I’m losing my mind.

Court still ain’t moved. Still got me by the throat.

And when I gasp into her again—this full-body, desperate gasp from T hitting the right spot—Court doesn’t soothe me.

She just tightens her grip. A little more. A warning. A claim.

Her other hand slides up into my hair, grabbing a fistful like she’s thinking about pulling. Her mouth is back on mine, harder, hotter, controlling the kiss while I’m melting—straight melting—in both their hands.

My body’s an ocean now. I’m soaked. Breathless.

Mouth slack and head tilted back like I’ve given up all autonomy. Like I’m just something to be held and tasted and used.

T’s whispering in my ear now, voice low and fucked-up sounding. “You always talkin’ shit… but look at you. Look what I do to you.”

Court pulls back just enough to look at me. Her thumb dragging along my jaw. Still holding my throat, her voice nothing but heat and smoke.

“You finished showin’ off?” she asks.

I can’t even speak. I just whimper. And the way their hands don’t stop? Baby—I’m done.

Oh, baby. You really thought you had control.

You really thought you could tease both of them, sit in T’s lap moaning like a siren, kiss Court like a demon in heat, touch yourself in front of the whole damn room—and not get punished for it?

T makes you cum like it’s nothing. Like your orgasm was overdue. Her fingers know your body too well—pressing deep, curling slow, rubbing just the way that makes your back arch and your mouth fall open in disbelief. She don’t even talk. Just works you through it like a task that needed handling. You’re shaking, gasping, moaning loud, your body jerking and hips rolling until you snap apart in her lap—eyes wide, mouth slack, thighs trembling like they don’t know how to hold your weight anymore.

T don’t coddle you. Her hand just stops. Like, cold. Pulls back with a breathy little scoff like, you didn’t even deserve all that. She wipes her hand on your thigh like your orgasm was an accident, something she had to get out the way.

You slump into Court, head falling to her shoulder, arms around her waist like you don’t even have bones anymore. And that was just one. Your chest is rising fast. You should’ve stopped. Should’ve begged for mercy.

Because that orgasm wasn’t light. It rocked you. Had your vision blurry, your breath ragged. You can’t even open your eyes all the way.

Court’s hand slides up your spine and she laughs under her breath.

“Nah,” she mutters, low and mean. “Don’t ask her. Just flip her over.”

You blink once. “Wha—”

Boom.

Just like that. T chest behind you, her arms wrapping under yours as she grins, evil and giddy. “Told you,” she hums, scooting back just to shove you forward, arching your back with one hand while the other spreads your thighs without hesitation.

“You said you wanted someone to eat yo pussy, right?” Court’s voice rough, teasing, echoing from between your legs.

“Be fucking still.”

And you try. God knows you try. But you ain’t never felt them like this. Never both at the same time. Never T behind you, soft kisses to your shoulder, your neck, her hand wrapped around your waist to hold you still while Court goes down like she missed your taste.

You whimper. Then scream.

Court eats like she mean it. Like she mad you even thought you could tease her. Tongue deep, lips plush, moaning into you like she tryna make you lose every thought you’ve ever had.

T is talking.

“Nah, keep them legs open, baby. Don’t even try it.”

You jerk. Her grip tightens.

“Mm-mm. What’d I say?”

You try to moan soft but it don’t work—your body’s too loud, too desperate. She kisses your neck, then bites, soft, while Court pulls a sound from your chest that don’t even sound human.

Then T’s hand slides up, and her fingers slip right into your mouth without a word. You moan louder.

“Mmm,” she grins against your ear. “You love that shit. Nasty ass.”

You nod. Whimper around her fingers. Hips twitchin’ like you wanna run, but your knees are jelly. T’s whole arm across your stomach holding you down, making sure Court can do whatever the fuck she wants.

You cum again. And baby, it breaks you. You cry out. Loud. Face twisted, back arching, hands shaking. You’re a mess. A wreck. Body limp between them. But Court don’t stop. T don’t even flinch.

“You done?” T laughs softly. “Nah. That’s just round two.”

You shake your head. “No—wait—”

“You thought you had say?” T leans in, licking just behind your ear. “Shut up and take it.”

And then—like the goddamn universe wants to ruin you—“Freak Me” by Silk slides in from the speaker.

“Let me lick you up and down…”

You groan.

“Hell nah,” you whimper. “Y’all tryna kill me.”

Court looks up, face glistening, lips red, smirking like she won a game you didn’t know you were playing. “Then die slow,” she mutters, mouth back on you immediately.

You try to catch your breath, to look, pushing her head up slightly with trembling fingers just to see her. But she glares up at you, eyes wild and dark, like, Don’t you dare. Like you got no say.

And you don’t. T’s behind you laughing low, cocky and breathless.

“Aw, you wanted to see it? See what you can’t handle?”

You nod, whining. She chuckles again. “Then watch, baby.”

She holds you wide open with both hands, mouth on your neck again, sucking a mark in just the right spot as Court devours you without pause. And you? You cum again.

Hard. Writhing. Crying out. Tears in your eyes. You didn’t even know you could cum like that. Three times. Begging for air. And they still don’t stop.

When Court finally finishes—mouth pulling away slow, lips shining, breath heavy like she just came—she doesn’t even look smug. Nah, she looks satisfied. Like she just handed out punishment and filed it under “Light Work.”

She leans up, grabs my jaw, and kisses me. Deep. Rough. One hand still gripping the side of my face, the other pushing my messy hair back like she wants to see how ruined I look. Her lips press against mine like a reminder, a warning, a signature.

And then she pulls back, forehead resting on mine, voice low and cocky as hell.

“You ain’t deserve that shit,” she says, thumb brushing over my bottom lip. “But at least you shut up and took it… kinda.”

I’m too fucked-out to reply. My breath is stuttering, lips swollen, brain empty. I just blink up at her like a baby deer in headlights. She chuckles, shakes her head, and finally lets me go.

T’s still behind me, her chest warm on my back. And I feel her laugh before I hear it—a soft, smug thing rumbling through her.

Then that damn hand slides down again. I twitch. Full-body flinch.

“Stop,” I whine, voice cracking. But she’s already rubbing me again. Light. Slow. Just her fingertips grazing over my soaked folds like she can’t help herself.

“Damn,” she hums, like she didn’t just participate in my destruction. “Still wet? That’s crazy.” I slap at her leg.

“T!” I snap.

She snorts, grinning against my neck. “What? I’m not tryna start nothin’. I just wanna touch…” Her voice trails off in that nasty lil innocent tone that makes me wanna fight and moan at the same time. “You feel good.”

“Girl, stop bein’ a hoe,” I mutter, body still twitchin’. “Pervert.”

She laughs louder now. “You ain’t stop me though.” And she’s right. I don’t stop her.

Because I like her hand there. The warmth. The soft touches. The way her fingers slide like they know every inch of me. But after a few more slow strokes, my body jerks again and I groan, grabbing her wrist, finally shutting it down.

T actually listens. Pulls her hand back like a good girl—for once.

I slide right off that couch like I’ve been through war. Limp. Worn. Mind blank and legs weak. I shuffle my way to the bathroom, wash up slow with the dignity I got left, and dry off with one of Court’s clean towels that smell like eucalyptus.

When I come out, they’re both still on the couch—Court on her phone like she ain’t just break me in half, and T watching me walk like she wants to start something again.

But I don’t even blink at them. I just yawn, wrap the towel around my waist, and head straight to the bedroom without lookin’ back.

“Somebody better bring me some damn food,” I mumble, voice hoarse, “and then leave me the fuck alone.”

Pause.

“But thank you or whatever ion know shit.”

They laughing. Hard.

Like tears-in-their-eyes, shoulders-shaking, can’t-breathe type of laughing. I don’t even get halfway down the hall before I hear T go, “Girl, didn’t she just say she wanted someone to eat her pussy?” And Court follows it with a straight, “*Like we didn’t just do exactly that—twice.”

I don’t even turn around.

“Y’all talk too much,” I grumble, dragging my towel tighter, hips swayin’ like I still got energy—but baby, I’m running on fumes. My legs ain’t even real anymore. I’m floatin’ on vibes and dehydration.

They keep laughing. T leans back, shaking her head. “Nah, cause now you mad? You literally begged for this.”

Court puts her phone down. “Swore up and down she was ‘unloved and untouched’ like she ain’t got two girlfriends with full stamina and no mercy.”

I don’t respond. I can’t. I’m already face down in bed by the time they finish roasting me. Sheets cold. Pillow cool. Body naked under the towel, toes curled from residual pleasure, brain absolutely gone.

T peeks in after a minute, holding a plate. Court’s behind her with water and a lil smug-ass grin. But I’m already knocked. Mouth slightly open, one arm flung over the pillow like I died mid-sentence.

Court sets the bottle on the nightstand. T puts the food beside it. They stare at me for a second. Quiet.

“…that’s what I thought,” Court mutters with a smirk, turning out the light.

Out like a light.

Loved, fed, destroyed, and done.

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[someonenamedkrystal]

Deltarune theories I came up with when I was 13 (im 16 now oops) a 4 page doc of all of them

This IS a tad bit insane but I did say I would post them!

I just reevaluated them a bit, I’m never usually right, but this was fun!! And I thought I should share them right before the game releases.

I talk about my theories for later chapters below in the thing, click the read more to check them out and judge me!!!

Warning its actually really long

Napsta and Undyne (If its one or the other I think undyne is most likely since she is the head of the police force) are in it as like the “additional characters” they enter Toriel's home due to concerns from outside, because uhh its most likely pitch black and glowy in there which is a concern.

Maybe someone goes over to the house (noelle maybe?), realizes this than calls the police, sending all of them to the dark world

Doesn't support the double door theory though….. I talk about that later

Since this takes place at night/ early in the morning, this is when we see hometown during the day.

Also toriel will be the other additional one!

I feel like toriel already knows of the dark worlds, susie will be like uhh yeah this is a dream and toriel will be like no it isn’t.

I remember in Undertale it spoke about how when a monster dies their dust goes on their favorite object, we see that with gerson, maybe a dark world could have to do with something like that? I'm probably very wrong

I really want Undyne and Alphys to be like parents to susie…. I dont think they will but sighhh that would be so awesome…. ( I know they aren't together yet but shush a girl can dream”

I used to think Undyne would be like hey you hooligan, and then like take her home to care for her to stop her from doing these “illegal shenanigans”

Also because we never see susie directly interacting with her, she must have a strong interaction with her this chapter

It can be conflict though, rather than care, but either would be cool.

I think I just want susie and undyne to be friends! Like they r both into yellow girls… they both…. Like girls… they both… have sharp teeth, and are fairly similar

Going off of that:

How come susie is one of the only characters with blood It IS canonically mentioned that monsters don't have blood, she also says at one point “Like doctors even GET me” and her name also sounds more “human” like compared to others, the fact she used to bully kris too, I wonder if she may have grew up with humans, maybe she was adopted by one, or maybe before she moved she lived in a human populated area.

Kind of like the opposite of kris but rather than people being nice, it was the opposite, everyone was a total dick, and when susie saw Kris, also being adopted yet having a good life it pissed her off.

So that could be why susie hates Kris

Going off what I said before that won't happen: I want undyne to arrest her parent and then like, be adopted by her

I might make this into a silly au because no way is this real but that would be so funny

Her parent is another non binary fellow, with the name that begins with U to change KFC to FUCK

That would be so funny

Please toby… we are so close… give us the U human

The FUCK YOU humans

We will get Mettaton (AKA happstablook) a television/ entertainment thing from the dark world, because last time he said how he wanted something to have cheer himself up (or something similar)

I feel like this will be achieved from most likely defeating tenna, collecting a specific item, defeating the secret boss, or something else

I wonder if Happstablook and alphys are friends

I really hope we can see both mad mew mew (mad dummy) and Mettatons ghost designs, I think I have been wanting to see them canonically for actual years

I miss you mettaton :(

The secret boss always seems to be something that has been thrown away, jevil thrown away in the DUNGEON, spamton thrown in the trash by queen and the addisons (is that what they r called) I think it will be the flowers since we saw toriel throw in it trash

a big flower monster

More like a bouquet

No not like omega flowey

Okay maybe a bit like omega flowey

God I just had flashbacks to that hyper realistic fight

Maybe tenna was the face in the tv all along….

Maybe the true tennas was the floweys we met along the way…..

Now im just being stupid im sorry

If this does not become canon I will indeed draw this if it does I will be suprised

Mike is a microphone, I want mike to still be real, if its not those flowers I think he will be the secret boss, I feel he will be like a gameshow host

Or, if not him, I hope Tenna is gameshow host like.

I hope Alphyne becomes canon again, but I also want to see a bit more of Alphys and Asgore because the girl had such a huge crush on him it was so funny and it would be funny. It would be cool to see their development. But I really want alphyne too pleasepleasepleaseplease

There will be like different television shows maybe what we saw on the tv will foreshadow? maybe tenna will type with a new kind of leet- speak?

There will also be like different areas of a house, a huge dump, a kitchen, maybe a microwave fellow, maybe toriels figurines and a telephone guy

i dont know I can dream

I want whenever we meet papyrus, gaster will be in one of the rooms, just like a chill guy

I know so many people want gaster to be evil

I just want him to be a chill dad

Because that would be really funny

Like imagine sans like hey meet my bro and your like hey its papyrus yay! And then hes like hey pal meet my dad and gaster is like “Hey want an egg”

This will be such a jumpscare, a guy that has been obsessed about for how long like almost 10 years by now??? Os just a chill guy

But he also should be a bit evil though

Because you know….

He's just a funny evil guy

Please please

I need this

I bet we aren't meeting papyrus till chapter 7

New gaster behind a tree, we see a man smile and wave in another sector, if we don't see him physically in sans undertales house I hope we can interact with a door and it says "There's a man in here, he smiles and waves”

The machine underneath the area in sans basement is the trash machine

Maybe the picture could be sans in the dark world or something? I dunno!!

Different characters from the school in the dark world each ep

One of them has monster kid get robotic arms and absolutely goes insane

Chapter 4 would be the church since its sunday, chapter 3 would be saturday, the chapters go in line of a week until Asriel's return

Notice how each is a double door, they literally changed it in chapter one to make it a dark world, I find that funny

Chapter 1 was on Thursday it was the closet

Chapter 2 was on Friday it was in the computer lab

Chapter 3 will be on saturday most likely- its in the living room/ kitchen/ television

Chapter 4 most likely will be a sunday, susie and Kris go to church, I hope Catti or jockington will be in this one maybe, I like those two, also noelle. There will be like angels, and like sick fruit juice lakes.

Alphys does mention there's no school, so it could instead be a day behind, and there is a three day weekend, so the church can just be a stretch but I dunno,

Chapter 5 or 6:

One might be asgore’s shop, the two doors, kris gets visitation hours, those flowers will be important, they do reference the seven human souls, I hope there will be alive flowers again. That may be a bit of a stretch, someone may be added there from them wanting to buy flowers

I really want one to be ICE-Es pizza, evil pizza box, I just think that would be funny, poor burgerpants….

Chapter 7

I feel it will be the bunker

I hope dess will be there. It's canon the four (Asriel, Kris, Noelle, Dess) all went to the bunker one night right?

It's been a little while, and I’ve grown up throughout the past few years reading deltarune fanfiction

I feel here, this is what was the spark of the story, Dess got trapped and lost, Kris lost their headbanned which became ralsei, Since Asgore used to be head of the police force, this is probably the event which got him fired, and what led to his and Toriel's divorce

Also noelle and kris’s distanceness

And we see noelle's sadness from loss, with the calendar in her room showing december, she looked it up so many times, but all that appeared was the month, as well as her inability to spell it, she froze up, thinking on her sister

A lot of characters talked about the bunker, wasn’t kris horrified by it? Or am I wrong? I may be wrong. It has been a hot minute since I’ve played the ending

I hope we can see Noelle's mom. It would be neat if there could be a chapter in the town hall. Maybe Noelle's mom can be the flower shop? because, maybe she's coming to kick asgore out, I don't know.

I feel dess will be such a major character in the final chapter (maybe the knight)

Asriel returns from college

Each chapter has someone related to Lancer as the big bad guy.

What if gaster is his other other father

Lmao

I think I saw a comic like this once

I think Susie's axe is a hairbrush, she says something about caring about her hair in the past I think. I forgot

Maybe Noelle will be in it?? Please???

I hope she's in each chapter as a major character

I hope she and susie can kiss

Sighhhh…. :(

I’m a bit scared Toriel will be the one to get gaslit to kill in the snowgrave route, but I don't really like that idea, she just doesn’t seem like the kind of person to do that.

Poor noelle :(

The end say what u want or disagree idc 😝

[s0laceins0litude]

THE ART OF PORCO ROSSO

may 23rd ✸ p.26 may 24th ✸ p.36 clf6 //31 //37

"In fact, the man in this story willingly turned himself into a "pig"". p.9 // Marco turned himself into a pig to avoid war -- and be a hero of war.

The idea of two axies to a story, horizontal & vertical, where it 'plots its course' -- maybe like a graph?

"he wanted to portray both the pride, perserverance, and allure as well as the solitude & remorse of a "pig approaching middle age."" p.9

"first and foremost this is a comic film for exhausted middle-aged men." p.12 // This is hilarious. I can see I'm already that old & tired. I do feel like an exhausted middle-aged man. Maybe that's why this movie is my favorite.

"Each character is precious. We must cherish their stupidity, and all the portraits must be drawn with the utmost care." p.12

"THEY RIOT BECAUSE OF THE BURDEN THEY CARRY, AND THEIR SIMPLICITY IS A GIFT." p.12

"Several young female staff members were promoted as supervisors" p.19

They Shall Not Grow Old - Roald Dahl (short story)

""The Time of Cherries", a popular chanson during the Paris Commune (a revolutionary citizen's group formed during the French Revolution), was appropriate as Porco's favorite song' - Miyazaki, p.19 // I love myself a communist, romantic pig.

"the characters in Porco Rosso have "a solid sense of who they are". They do not develop in the story. Instead their actions & thoughts are clearly defined from the very beginning." p.31 // I think I really love the fact that these characters are unwavering, that they know themselves and that the story is not interested in changing them in the slightest. They are who they are, and they move against and with one another without changing themselves. I love characters who know what they want & need.

"Only Porco knows. He's been through a lot." - Miyazaki, p.81

On the Savoia S-21's tail are displayed Porco's political and cultural allegiances : his hometome Genoa's emblem and the R of Rupubblicans.

There's something about animation background art -- it's so empty and beautiful, it becomes almost haunting & liminal. You can hear silence looking at these images.

"Every innovative era seems very hopeful in its social outlook. Its innovations are appropriated into capital investment, national agendas and other interests and, as a result, they're corrupted." - Miyazaki, p.121 // I like that my favorite movie is made by an old grumpy retired communist. Not to pit it against Disney trash -- but somehow, to pit it. Oops.

"Still, I believe the exhilaration you get from flying is sincere. But I don't think it's necessarily great. You have to acknowledge that it's no big deal. If you don't then you'd never turned yourself into a pig because you'd think you were a hero." - Miyazaki, p.121

"CHANGE MY LOOKS BUT NOT MY HEART" -- Foreign sales brochure (flyer) cover, p.138

"This is how to be ace" p. 139/142

//I just think that being conscious of things not being a big deal is extremely precious & something I'd love to nurture. They can be good, and joyous, and make me happy -- but they don't need to be great at all.

[embertheangel]

Ko and Rez Orgins

I decided to seperate the Story and Art...OOPS! Enjoy! Walking down the halls of his college during lunch break, his books by his seat, and wallet on himself, Ko is a salamander with fringe and blue scales, peach underbelly, and some spots over him, wearing a yellow sweater, kind of oversized with a cat face and pink accents. He also wore cute brown ankle boots and a pair of jean shorts. He then walked to one of the balconies in the school overlooking a pond, inhaling the fresh air and relaxing a bit. He held his snack, a sandwich he brought from home plus a juice box and banana from school.

He watched the ripples form in the pond from the relaxing breeze. He smiled seeing a family of ducks on the pond swimming around. Once they left the water and waddle to another area, he was done. The ducks entertained him pretty well. He stretched and made sure to throw away his trash, he leaned against the banister with his back to the door.

He heard some shuffling behind him then looked over his shoulder towards the direction. He paused, blinking slowly and then looking away while looking out at the pond once more. He saw a snow leopard, who also was relaxed while leaning on the banister. His red hair, striking with his vivid blue eyes as well.  His outfit was green, red and yellow and what Ko saw was that the snow leopard was looking at him when he was turned around. 

He heard the leopard chuckle a bit after Ko turned around to look away. He blushed a bit and cleared his throat, turn in his body towards the leopard, smiling while twirling one of his frills. “Ah…I'm sorry..I didn‘t see you here…w-were you here the whole time by chance?” Ko asked, his voice being a bit nervous towards the end. 

The Leopard placed his propped hand down to stretch, standing up and smiling down at Ko, who just blinked then looked away with a bit of shyness. This guy was…handsome. Ko felt his cheeks heat up as he got a good look at his broad shoulders. He probably played…sport..maybe football?? Maybe not?? 

“Ah don't worry about it, sugar. You were looking so cute watching the ducks and all…I didn't want to interrupt that peace.” The leopard said while grinning. He held out his hand as if to shake hands. Ko indeed, reached out his hand to shake it, never really having to do this. “The name is Rez. Nice To meet you…?” 

“Oh! My name is Ko! Aha…” He said, his cheeks peeking in heat when he felt Rez's hands…his hands were so…firm…warm. He blinked rapidly as he saw Rez holding back a laugh. Ko squeaked as he let his hand drop And looked away, twiddling his thumbs a bit, glancing at the ground and scuffing his boots on the ground. 

“N-Nice to meet you Rez…I uhm…well…aha…you’Re…really..uhm..handsome.” He said, then realized that final thought slipped from his lips and he puffed up a bit. 

Rez’s eyes brightened up at those words then he finally let out a laugh. He looked up at Ko with a huge Smile, fangs and all shown. He stepped a bit closer to Ko and leaned against the balcony's banister. “Well…you aren't bad lookin’ yourself. You're quite the cutie if I do say so myself.” He said, grinning And tilting his head. 

Ko began fanning himself slightly as he not only was embarrassed, but was a bit flustered at the fact he was called…cute. He looked away at the lake, then at the floor, eyes roaming everywhere except Rez While his fringe flapped up and down, his cheeks red as heck. 

Rez lifted a hand up to lightly hold the tips of his fingers and cooed at him, looking a bit apologetic. “Hey sugar…take some deep breathes for me…you lookin’ a Lil purple.” Rez said while watching him carefully. 

Ko did as he was told while also staring at their hands. He sighed one final time and then pulled his hand away slowly, cradling it against his chest while nodding and giving a small smile. 

“T-Thank you. Sorry for…uh…well…I meant it though…ah…anyway…R-Rez? Thank you.” Ko said, looking at his shoes, pointing his toes inward. 

Rez smiled and stood up, straightening his jacket out and dusting himself off. He smirked and leaned down in front of Ko's Vision and smiled at him. “All's good cutie. Hopefully I can see you around campus too.” He said, backing away once the bell rang over the announcement speaker. 

Ko straightened up and nodded, walking to the door then turning around, looking back at him and smiled shyly, moving one of his fringes and waving. “Okay. See you later…R-Rez…” He said walking away quickly, his cheeks warm once more as  he held them, going to class. Once back in his class, he sat down and stared at his notebooks, processing that encounter. He sighed, laying his head on his desk while looking out into the hallway from the door. He sat up seeing Rez pass by, who actually glanced over, backpedaled to wave at him through the door, then went about his way. Ko felt his heart race as he placed his hand on his chest. He then made a realization, Rez,,,he needed to know more. He bit his lip and smiled to himself, smiling down at his notebooks and then looking up when the teacher came in. This school year was going to be…interesting. 

[idontpreferit]

The "are straight men not allowed in lesbian spaces" discourse:

What we are leaving out are: bi women and their boyfriends, pan people, non binary people, gay men, or other reasons a man may find himself allowed in a specifically lesbian space. We are not talking about the overall umbrella of queer space. We are talking abt the Lesbian™️ space. The lesbian still exists. And we aren't talking about the discourse therein.

Cracks knuckles

The straight woman in question lacks nuance and u know its not in good faith when she says "I get it BUT"

The "but" stands for butthurt

The whole problem is that what was decentered or simply erased from the conversation was THE MAN being disrespectful and entitled. The reason that anything happened at all was cuz : ObViOuSLy he made himself a problem.

Treat every gun like it's loaded.

That's how women, queer people, poc, every minority thinks about cis straight white men. Potentially dangerous. Safety check.

He probably wasn't dangerous! But people who acted like him have ended up dangerous. If you're showing the same symptoms I don't feel safe, right? Come the fuck on diva, death of a thousand cuts from these guys

Top comment on her tiktok was "I'm so tired"

What I do at *my* event is take a note from the euro model and have a door picker deadass turn people away if they don't pass a vibe check

And what is that vibe check? Rejection. Maybe it's a witch hunt model too where if they drown they're not a witch, oops. Better safe than sorry though

Interesting metaphor to draw tho cuz you know how like the witch trials actually happened

And the worst thing to happen to a man is he gets rejected

So look, rejection isn't easy for EITHER of us and especially not for my fawn response having ass

Rejection therapy is a real thing

But my event is a queer, trans, kinky space and if you can't handle rejection you have no business interacting in this space.

That's not just safe space that's fortified.

I want a system where the trash takes itself out. The people r butthurt cuz they couldn't get in?? Probably their first time experiencing rejection or lack of belonging. Enjoy the novelty, babes. The deliciousness of experiencing marginalization as a snack. Cissies love it, they go make a tiktok and go viral and make the news.

But a Black enby gets turned away at a "regular" (not queer centered) club, they don't make news huh

The problem with the queen who says "we as lgbt need to do better" here's how I'm gonna put words in your mouth as a favor. What you mean by that is:

We need to do better and install door pickers permanently. Do better at rejecting ignorant disrespectful entitled straight people, specifically. I'm not saying all straight people are all those spicy adjectives all the time. I'm saying those types of straight people, the ones who got mad, lack the understanding and respect necessary to be welcome in those spaces. You showed your ass, just like when we hear a "not all men" we know you're That Kind of Man to Watch Out For.

I hate to "kids these days" about it, but conflict and rejection and resolution and acceptance are not something that many people are equipped to handle right now. It doesn't seem like conflict resolution happened in person that night at the cubbyhole. Miss thing took to the internet and let a bunch of pfps pop off in the comments. Did learning happen? Or did defensiveness dig her heels in? Well either way she and her man aren't going to a lesbian bar ever again.

There's hope for her to learn maybe but her little man friend I think is gonna dig heels, stay defensive and butthurt, and throw the dyke slur around. Because the worst thing that can happen to a man is that he's rejected. And he isn't in the spotlight, he's all protected in his privacy huh, when its his fucking fault. Now the ladies are doing all the work communicating, as usual

But with therapy, maybe in a few generations... rejection won't feel like death anymore

Conflict won't feel like death anymore

When people ask a question it'll actually be in good faith because they wanna be humble and learn

And then! We'd welcome anybody with open arms

And gender will finally be dead

Or some shit

[montanababe7]

I’m never bored 😅 Prayerfully 🙏🏼🙌🏼 this memory brings laughter and joy to your heart & a smile throughput your day:). Love you guys💜☺️:

Wanna know how my mornings going?

I’ll tell the lot of ya! Ok, here goes:

First off, 2 out of the three cats hardly let Mike and I get any sleep. I, somehow remember that kittens hate loud noises. I picked up a baby wipes packet, put that packet in the middle of once again Mike and I’s bed.

A few hours later, more like an hour later; everyone in the house is awakened to Bella making Madison cry. Mike has to go to work already. And guess what time it is, hmmm? It’s only 6:30 that our darling ray of sunshine 🌞 decides to wake everyone up🙄, because she’s awake and according to her, everyone should be awake.

Not even a few minutes later, Mike’s already at work. I heard Bella going, “oh no! One of the cats pooped in Madison’s bed! I shouldn’t have freaked out Madison so bad and caused Madison to leave one of the cats in our room, by accident. Oops 😬. You mad, mom?”

I, of course might have had a tiny meltdown at the moment myself. Mike’s already left for work. Hannah got woken up by her older sister again. I have to put Hannah in her baby swing toy for babies.

I get the baby wipes, the cleaning spray, get a trash bag, and go to the girls room. I’m walking over to Madison’s bed to clean up the poop and pee mess on her bed left by the cats that I come to realize, that since we must just recently moved into our house, one of the windows doesn’t have a curtain up, yet. And, I had walked by a window in nothing more than in my nursing 🤱 b r a and under wear. For a brief second, see an older woman 👵🏼 glaring at me while she’s watering her grass and plants in her yard. Talk about a great way to leave a good first impression on one of your neighbors, geesh😬.

Anyway, I’m finishing up cleaning the mess as I hear Bella singing a makeup song with her melodic yodeling skills that only she can muster at the top of her lungs, “oh no! Do you know what time it is. Oh my gosh, sister, do you know what time it is?” And, she continues to sing this for the entire duration that I’m cleaning up the cat’s mess; while, I’m hearing Hannah crying from the other room in her baby swing.

So, by the time, I finally have time to clean up the mess, throw away the trash bag in an even trash bag, wash my hands, get Hannah ready for the day, take one ibuprofen, and finally get clothes for myself. Guys. The clock was just then turning 6:59 am. Arg.

So to all of you lovely people out there. Good morning!

As you can tell. I’m not a morning person. And since this night owl, now has children. I am what you call an exhausted pigeon.

Hope you’re all having a great Friday. TGIF right!

Anyhoo.

Good morning.

Signed,

Jessica Wolf

[rose022]

firstly, the obvious things are the references to other songs in the title song, mostly to ones in the same album.

i made a list also im just realizing i should ads a cut cus its long oops

heres the album btw

first line "sore wa iikotodayo" from song of same name "the one who put up a strong front said that and finally disappeared"

"ive heard urban legends of the murderous monster (bakemon)" also song of the same name

"a girl who had forbidden love and twisted the truth" prolly check check check 1 2

"a girl who had a heart that desired love so much she grew into a monster" kirai kirai jigahida

"a girl who called her everyday life hell drawing pictures alone" parade of mediocre people

"a girl talking to herself on the rooftop, muttering with a blank face" my r

"a closed space, a classroom ruled by terror and fear with a youth who closed her heart" churirira churirira dadada

"from beyond the headset spread a similar looking world. reality and fantasy arent so different huh?" dance vr dance

"that girl was on the rooftop today too, hanging her head while heading home" my r again

"its all worthless and definitely not pretty so lets throw everything away" "though she had a pretty lonely looking face" trash and trash

"the girl whos pocket of memories broke and the boy who chased after her" forgetful girl

"the person who loves you is me she said lying and painting herself with a new girl living an ever changing love" idk this one and cant find anything

"the girl who pretends not to know that in the absent minded boys eyes there was an unfamiliar adult" boy praying for rain

"the night comes again like usual and he remembers the warmth of those hands" vocaloid wiki says its from 'when the night comes again, i' but that's not in the album so bonus ig

"that girl whos crying who i dont know the name of. that girl on the roof clad in yellow, ill say something to her today, something i dont really think" my r once more

extras!!!

in kirai kirai jigahida, theres a line that says "Just like that kid did to me, I just crush the garbage underfoot, right?" which might be refrencing trash and trash

now trash and trash itself has a few refrences too

"that justice ally is so annoying" churirira

"that idiot who thinks shes the most special" kirai kirai

"that mentally disabled girl who wants to be noticed" check check

"that girl who denies her ignorance" i feel like this is one too but idk which

been listening to diary of underage observation album again. does anyone care for my thoughts cus. im sure having some.

[bfdipride]

golf ball from battle for bfdi with the asexual and aromantic flags!!

[ducklooney]

Donald Duck - 10...9...8...7...

Story code: D 2022-041

Origin: Denmark

Title: 10 ... 9 ... 8 ...

Pages: 12

Layout: 4 rows per page

Writing: Aleksander Kirkwood Brown

Art: Massimo Fecchi

Year of publication: 2022

Like last year (that is, the year before last), I again decided to translate comics into English. Although my scanlation didn't work out very well, I made sure to take a photo of this comic so you can see what it's about as I translate the dialogues. This comic is only published in Denmark, Finland, Sweden and Serbia and I will translate this comic from Serbian to English. If there are any doubts, feel free to ask me. It is certainly about the New Year's celebration in Duckburg. And if someone has to correct me about the English language, feel free to correct me.

Now let’s get started.

Residents of Duckburg welcome the New Year.

Daisy Duck: "It's so generous of you to invite us to a New Year's party at this fancy hotel, Uncle Scrooge!"

Scrooge McDuck: "I must admit that it is much more than generosity! I am buying this hotel, and the owner first wanted to have dinner with me and my family."

Scrooge to Donald: "So watch your behavior, Donald! Everything has to be in perfect order!"

Donald Duck: "I'm always up to the task, Uncle Scrooge!"

Grand Hotel Owner: "Welcome, Scrooge! I hope that at the end of the dinner, we will conclude our contract!" Scrooge: "Me too!"

Daisy to Donald: "Where are the boys? And why did you bring your math workbook to the party?"

Donald: "Long story! I'm afraid the boys won't be joining us tonight!"

Daisy: "Get ready for the countdown!"

Grand Hotel Owner: "Let's sign the contract when the clock strikes midnight!"

Scrooge: "Great idea!"

Gladstone Gander: "Why are you smiling like that, Donald?"

Donald: "I'll tell you in ten seconds!"

But a lot can happen in ten seconds…

Let's first go back to the beginning of that same day.

Donald: "Zeev! Last day of the year! 364 days of defeat and misfortune! But who knows, maybe I'll get lucky today!"

Donald slipped on the skateboard. "Oops!"

Donald: "And maybe not! Again the same song as the whole year!"

Donald collapsed in the mess.

Huey, Dewey and Louie Duck: "What happens? Isn't it an earthquake?"

Huey Duck: "No, but something tells me that in a second there will be a real volcanic eruption!"

Donald to HDL: "I've had enough of your trash!"

Huey: "Sorry, Unca Donald! With a lot of homework, we don't have time to clean the house!"

Donald: "Ah, phooey! It's easy for you! You wouldn't even last a day working as a traveling salesman like me!"

Huey: "I bet by the end of the day, we'd sell out of everything you sell, whatever it is!"

Donald: "Prove it! Sell my goods before midnight or you will be cleaning the house every day!"

Louie Duck: "And you have to do all the homework in our math workbook or you will be doing our homework for the next month."

Donald: "Agreed!"

And so!

Huey: "I can't believe Unca Donald works as a traveling salesman!"

Dewey: "Of all the meaningless jobs he's done, this one is the worst!"

Louie: "But a bet is a bet!"

Huey to the customer: "Good day! Do you want to buy doors?"

Customer: "What?! Can't you see I already have them!"

Grandma (old woman): "Can I see how they work?"

Huey: "Oh… of course!"

"As you can see, the door opens easily and does not creak!"

Grandma (old woman): "Nicely! Do you want to go through them?"

Huey: "Here is! What do you think?"

Grandma (old woman): "I'm not interested!"

Louie: "Don't lose hope! Sooner or later, we're going to run into someone who needs a door!"

At the same time…

Donald: "Um…Pythagoras? Was that the elf from The Lord of the Rings? Ugh, I can't remember anything!"

"It might be cheating if I ask Gyro for help, but the most important thing is to teach the boys some smarts!"

Donald when he sees that Gyro is not there: "No luck again! I'll look around the garden! Maybe I'll find something useful there!"

"He's even messier than my nephews! I can't find anything without his help!"

Oh no!

"Is that someone asking for help? Radisha, the robo-assistant at your service!"

Donald to robot: "Do you know math? What is 912 times 72?"

Robot to Donald: "Bzzzztt! 87341!"

Donald: "Great! I'm sure Gyro won't mind me borrowing you for a few hours!"

Robot: "Radisha, the robo-assistant, at your service!"

Donald has no idea what kind of mechanism he has set in motion…

Soon after…

Robot Radisha: "Eeeh!"

Donald to robot: "What is it? Don't tell me these tasks are too hard for you?"

Robot Radisha: "The robo-assistant just works! But Radisha has a dream to visit an amusement park!"

Donald: "Then we'll go to the amusement park, and then we'll do math!"

Robot Radisha: "Radisha is happy! Fun, fun!" "Fun, fun!"

Angry woman to Donald and the robot: "Take whatever reward you want, just promise not to come back here!"

Robot: "Fun, fun! Party, party!"

Donald to robot: "I hope you've had enough! Can we get to the tasks?"

Robot Radisha to Donald: "The robo-assistant just works! But Radisha has a dream to visit the zoo!"

Donald to robot: "Okay! Let's go to the zoo for a bit, and then get a book in hand!"

At the same time…

Huey: "What is going on?!"

Policeman: "Open it! It's the police! We know you're there, thief!"

Huey: "They're chasing some fugitive thief!"

Policeman: "We have a police warrant!"

Right after…

Policeman: "So you're not a robber? And this isn't 47 Dark Street?"

Tenant of the house: "No, I'm not Robber, and this is not that address! I was taking a shower and I didn't hear you knocking!"

Policeman: "Sorry about the door!"

Tenant of the house: "What to do? It happens!"

Dewey: "Here's our chance, brothers!"

Huey: "Sorry, we saw what just happened to your door…"

Louie: "...and we sell doors!"

Tenant of the house: "There is no point in putting new ones! Whenever the Thief escapes from prison, the same thing happens! Only if you sell sliding doors?"

Dewey: "Uh, unfortunately, no!"

Huey: "If we can't sell doors to someone who just ran out of them, we better not even try!"

Later…

Robot Radisha: "Fun, fun! Party, party!" Donald to himself: "A robo-assistant could use some help!"

Soon after…

Robot Radisha: "The robo-assistant just works! But Radisha has a dream to…"

Donald: "Enough with dreams! We've been to an amusement park, a zoo, a circus, a game, bowling, and flamenco classes! It's time for you to help me with the tasks!"

Robot Radisha: "Bzzzt! Calculation done!"

Donald: "Ouch! You finished the entire workbook in half a minute!"

"Shall I drop you off at Gyro now?"

Robot Radisha: "By no means! You showed Radisha how to have fun! From now on I will no longer be a robo-assistant, but a robo-entertainer!"

Donald: "What a day! Now I can go to Uncle Scrooge's New Year's party as the winner!"

And while Donald and the gang are having fun, Huey, Dewey and Louie are still suffering the same pains…

Rude customer: "NO!"

Louie: "It's ten to midnight and we still haven't sold a single door!"

Huey: "We can only hope for a miracle!"

Robot Radisha: "Fun, fun! Party, party!"

At the same time…

Gyro Gearloose: "Ouch! I'm late to Scrooge's New Year's party!"

"Maybe I could…huh?"

"Oh no! It looks just like my confetti balloon inflator!"

"Looks like someone turned it on! If no one turns it off, my superelastic balloon will continue to grow and grow, until..."

"Poor me! If it bursts, the whole square will be covered in confetti!"

"According to my calculations, the balloon will burst in exactly ten seconds! The balloon has already inflated to the maximum!"

Gyro: "Huh! In the last hour!"

Gyro to bird: "GO! Get out of there! Don't you dare!"

The bird punctures the balloon and boom!

Dewey: "What's up?"

Huey: "There must have been an explosion in the confetti factory!"

Louie: "Mnnng! We just missed that!"

Dewey: "Watch out! One door is sliding!"

Robot Radisha happens to be at the door and is having fun.

Little girl: "That looks fun!"

Robot Radisha: "Fun, fun! Party, party!"

One customer: "I want to buy a door!" Second customer: "Give me two!"

Huey to his brothers: "We sold all the doors!"

Dewey: "But there's no way we'll get to the party before midnight!"

Louie: "Are you sure? Look!"

Louie to Gyro: "Gyro! What luck! Can we go to the party with you?"

Gyro: "Sure, guys! I'm just…this one…passing by! I have no idea where all this confetti came from?"

It's time for the big countdown…

Daisy Duck, Grandma Duck, Gus Goose, Donald Duck, Gladstone Gander, Scrooge McDuck: "10!"

Scrooge thought to himself, "Whoah! In just a few seconds the hotel will be mine!"

Donald thought to himself, "The boys don't stand a chance anymore! I've won!"

Everyone: "9!"

Then Gyro and Donald's nephews enter.

Huey to Donald: "We sold all the doors!"

Donald: "Quack!"

Everyone: "8!...7!...6!..."

Donald to Gyro: "And I did all the tasks! So it's a draw!"

Everyone: "5!...4!..."

Gyro to Donald: "But neither solution is correct! As if my incompetent robo-assistant Radisha made them!"

HDL: "Victory is ours!"

Donald: "Stop! There's not enough money here!"

Dewey: "Oh no! We forgot about the sliding door!"

Everyone: "3!...2!...1!..."

Everyone: "Happy New Year!"

Grand Hotel Owner: "Let's sign!"

Scrooge: "Gladly!"

Daisy to Scrooge: "Uncle Scrooge, stop! The wall crumbled like a New Year's cake!"

Scrooge when he sees ants in the wall: "A colony of starving ants is eating the hotel from the inside!"

Scrooge breaks the contract and says to Daisy, "Thank you, Daisy! You stopped me from making a terrible mistake!"

Donald to his nephews: "I promise to be more understanding for you! Your homework is not easy at all!"

Huey, Dewey and Louie to his uncle: "And the job of a traveling salesman isn't exactly cat's cough either!"

Everyone: "Happy New Year!"

Grandma Duck (Elvira Coot) to Gyro: "You never stand still, Gyro! What are you up to now?"

Gyro: "A vacuum cleaner that can vacuum up a huge amount of confetti! The matter is quite urgent!"

The end.

I wish everyone a happy New Year and happy holidays!

I hope you enjoyed this comic.

[gofancyninjaworld]

OPM Manga Updates 219 and 220 Review

So, this has been a minute or two coming. Part of me wants to wait still more until 212 and complete what's shaped up to be a pretty crazy day but then this review would be way way too long.

Story

Update 219: Beauty

So, we're two days further on from the time Saitama caused a billion dollars worth of damage, trashed Metal Knight's reputation, and sneaked two monsters into the Hero Association headquarters. Can I have an oops?

Anyway, we've no time to talk about Saitama's misadventures just yet for 210 opens to Fubuki and convoy heading towards a very special appointment, the precise nature of which she declines to reveal to Eyelashes.

We move onto R-City, home of Handsome Castle, the talent agency. There, Amai Mask's manager is trying to persuade the hero idol to stop looking at his phone a moment to give some promising new talent advice. It's heavy going as Amai Mask's attention is transfixed by the footage of two days' ago, as Saitama wrecked robot after robot, all without appearing to even move. Finally, he gives his manager his atention, if only to tell the man off for creating such shoddy fakes.

Naturally, the Bubbly Boys crew didn't take it too well. True to their derivative nature, Murata has given each one a vaguely familiar face, while still respecting ONE's original designs. Their leader, Cherion squares off against Amai, going so far as to wrap his tie around his right fist. Fantas adds to the trash talk, relaying the manager's frustrations to Amai. Once Amai tires of this, he quells the upstarts by giving them a hint of his true nature, which leaves them quaking in their boots. As they tremble with fear, he declares that none of them are the real deal. None of them have what makes a hero truly beautiful, overwhelming power.

Speaking of overwhelming power, how's Saitama getting on? Well, he's finally let Forte and co into his apartment and is serving them tea in the cracked mugs he salvaged from his apartment, even though he has no idea who they are. Instead of replying, Forte tries a little light hazing but quickly desists once it becomes clear that a) Saitama's older than him and it's Forte who needs to be deferential and b) King recommended Saitama live here. Don't want trouble with King.

Introductions start properly at last with Chain n' Road being introduced by the others, Butterfly DX donning his costume in a vain attempt to be recognised by Saitama, and Forte challenging Saitama to a fight when the latter questioned the wisdom of his fighting style.

Update 220: Visitor

We start where we left off, with Saitama opening the front door to find a forlorn monster dog and monster sitting outside. He'd forgotten about them. Saitama has the bright idea of offering them as the booby prize for the loser.

The heroes are understandably sceptical about these critters but Forte accepts the wager as it'll make things more interesting. Forte and Saitama face off in the car park and Forte wastes no time getting into his rhythm but Saitama seems distracted by something… which turns out to be an oncoming car. Eyelashes has to be one of the world's worst drivers to have hit Forte rather than brake or swerve in a mostly-empty car park but there you go.

Fubuki gets out of the car and asks what Saitama is doing there. She's very glad to see him and orders him to come with her -- unbeknown to everyone, she's sensed something and she's under no illusions that she's going to need every bit of firepower she can get. Fortunately for her, Saitama's joy at getting out of what was going to be a very sticky situation outweighs his irritation at her manner.

That something turns out to be a masked man. He's met at an underground car park by three Hero Association executives (we've met two of them previously, more on that later). They thank him profusely for his donation and escort him to an elaborately reinforced holding cell to reveal a heavily-drugged Psykos restrained in a chair. As their guest inspects the prisoner, one explains that she's been declared a monster and has had her human rights stripped from her and so he's free to do with her as he will. He starts to explain the value of his new goods and mentions his organisation. Psykos might have been drugged, but she's not so out of it that she can't listen for highly significant words and on hearing Tsukoyomi, she rouses herself and tries a desperate psychic attack. Alas, it's easily warded by him and he knocks her out with one of his own. No, no need to torture her, he says to the surprised executives. Her brain is far too important for that: it contains the secret to seeing the future and he intends to have it dismantled thoroughly once he gets her back to his own facilities.

Honestly, this looks like it was referenced from some particularly sadistic porn, only no director is going to yell 'cut'! to end the torment.

Meanwhile, the calvary is… I'd like to say they were desperately pounding down the stairs to the backdrop of a heavy bass line, but they're taking an elevator, Fubuki having persuaded the receptionist of the special internment facility of the import of gate-crashing the ongoing secret visit. The lift is so enormous that the 34 members of the Blizzard group have no trouble spreading out. Saitama wonders what the hell the Hero Association usually moves in these.

Fubuki isn't looking round as she's lost deep in thought. She recalls confronting Pyskos as the latter tried to crawl away from the battlefield and the latter lashing out. First, with words, accusing Fubuki once again looking to get in her way after having sealed her powers away when she realised Psykos was about to surpass her. We're treated to a deeper flashback of Fubuki and Pyskos kissing under a tree, with Psykos realising too late what had happened. Fubuki admitted that she had been a selfish person then. Back then, she'd seen her vice president as an enemy whose plans to exterminate humanity had to be stopped -- not because they were immoral, as the rest of the club saw it -- but because they'd deprive Fubuki of people to be superior to. The chit chat didn't last long as Psykos started hurling rocks at Fubuki and the chapter ends with the two of them flying up to fight.

Meta: Hell Soup

If this is like a bowl of hot soup, let's start on the outside, shall we?

What's the saying? A kind man has regard for the life of his beast but the mercies of a wicked man are cruel indeed? Something like that at any rate.

This is why adoption centers screen people

Turns out that Genos had Saitama bang to rights when he started to object to the latter having a dog: Saitama's only gone and forgotten about his new pets. Rover is significantly smaller than when Saitama picked him up two days ago, and he was much shrunken then. Something that Child Emperor said: the biology of transformed monsters is governed by the idiom on which they transformed. Rover's idiom is that of a watchdog. A really good one eats only what its master proffers. Without the care of his master, he's literally wasting away.

Crapsack

I've said before that the world of One-Punch Man is a double crapsack world: it has both the fantastic threats of monsters and supervillians and much more deep-seated, realistic problems. Up to this point, the story has spent a lot of time looking at the right testicle in this scrotum of despair, with monsters taking centre stage and only the briefest of nods to the evils of humanity. Monsters are indeed a potent threat, but saying that, the most sustained, deadly, and destructive campaign of violence at the claws of monsters (the Monster Association) was conceptualized, organized, and orchestrated by a human being. And with that, we're ready with this saga to pay attention to the left testicle, humanity.

What measure is a non-human?

I noted in a previous meta that Amai Mask was playing a dangerous game being so close to heroes who'd kill him without hesitation if his monsterous nature were known. He's skiing ever closer to the edge of the crevasse in letting the mask slip briefly to shut the wannabes up. However, a violent death isn't his only problem if he's outed.

Cast your minds back to chatper 85 (86 if you're reading in print), when Sicchi was demanding that Garou be declared a monster. See the guy second from right with the too-small dark glasses? Say thank you to him: his questioning Sicchi's strategy shot down this line of attack. However, I want you to also give attention to the guy on the far right.

We've met him before, worrying about keeping major donors happy and willing to throw any heroes necessary at the problem, even if those heroes are much more needed elsewhere. He's the guy responsible for seconding Metal Bat to Narinki and son. Here he is again. The buck-toothed guy on the right we've also met before but this is the first time we've seen him speak. The guy in the middle is new to us.

That's right: the Hero Asssociation has been granted power by the government to declare, without any judicial overview or right of appeal, that a human is not human. In a world where people can and do turn into monsters that do need killing, being able to make such a determination is a horrible necessity. Without it, killing someone like Surprise Attack Plum, who was a person before he went monster and started systematically killing police officers, would be murder.

However, when there's no oversight or accountability, even people who see themselves as scrupulously good and acting for the best will s-t-r-e-t-c-h its applications. Sicchi saw it as an expedient way to stop the threat Garou posed dead in its tracks. The guys in this chapter aren't doing this to enrich themselves: their concern is keeping the Hero Association solvent at a time when demands on it have never been greater. Anyone declared a monster can be kept, bought, sold, or killed like an animal. No, their plight is worse than that of an animal: we recognize a duty of care to non-human animals to not permit unnecessary pain, suffering, distress, or suffering. Monsters are accorded no such consideration.

Now imagine what harm that kind of power can do in the hands of people who actively mean ill. I'll leave you with that thought for now.

Powerful bad guys

Nothing is as scary as a human being, Reigen once said, and from the get-go, the handiwork of powerful, well-organised groups of no-gooders has been seen. The cyborg that destroyed Genos's town (among others)? Human. The Organization? Human. Mercenaries and their paymasters? Human. The Ninja Village and its assassins? Human. The people who took Tatsumaki? Human. And as noted earlier, the most devastating monster attacks to date had a human behind them.

Not even the depredations of that terminal fight junkie, Boros, so desperate for his next fix that he didn't care what he destroyed, touches the sustained vision and capacity for evil that a human mind can contain. You'rew wondering why I'm not featuring Tsukoyomi below? That's because there'll be plenty of time next chapter to do so. For now, what's more emblematic of the problem of humanity than a high school society dedicated to subjugating humanity -- or exterminating it?

In keeping with human nature, of the two people running that society, one has gone on to become one of the greatest menaces we've seen to date and the other, well, Fubuki's got a way to go yet but she's shaped up to be a good hero. Her reminiscence appears to be tinged with regret for the way she used to think.

In a healthy reminder that the enemy of my enemy is my enemy's enemy, no more and no less, while no one would disagree with Fubuki derailing Pyskos's plans then, Fubuki herself would have been a villain in her own right.

The plot is defintely thickening

So, the immediate threat to Psykos may not be a Tatsumaki determined to finish a wicked person off but rather, a representative of a much more patient and cruel evil. It looks like Fubuki has bitten off more than she can chew here: she's going to need bailing out either by Saitama or Tatsumaki. However, the fact that Fubuki sees the risk to Psykos and has acted to save her (for reasons that I'm sure we'll learn soon enough) is itself very interesting. I guess, minimally, that she does have some sense of responsibility towards her former underling, if not lingering affection for her.

We're seeing too the consequences of the Hero Association being entrusted with power that no non-governmental organisation has any right to be given. Heck, even governments don't go that far: there's due process for a reason. The short-sighted, unilateral decisions made by the three execs are dangerously bad judgement.

Too, we have the same questions Saitama has. Why is there a special internment facility in the first place? Monster-moving lifts? Torture equipment. What else is happening?

Final thoughts: Timings

The next chapter is submitted and scheduled for December 15th. It's pretty short, so don't be surprised if it's mostly Fubuki taking down Pyskos again.

[fulgursmediaanalysisdrama]

Nevermind the Zora is completely dogshit, absolutely worthless

Remember what I said about buttons doing multiple things? Yeah clicking A is cursed with that guy.

His boomerangs are shit, all they do is waste time. They can activate whenever you hit a surface and press b, this can happen while swimming if you're doing something else but the game decides to ground you. You also can't start doing anything until they return, doesn't matter. Also they're worthless.

The normal attack is just weak.

And yeah, why does this guy need to stand underwater? I get it but why make it hurt the gameplay so much? The amount of time I start swimming because I hit a random object with my feet or can't start to swim because... I'm on the ground? Moving? But if I don't move it just rapid floats me upwards and it's hard to swim down because the game always corrects you up? And then I need to go down and it's hard to start swimming during that again??? Why is it made so hard to swim????

Let me fix it, the zoras default movement underwater is swimming, he can stand but if you start moving he always swims. And then pressing A lets you attack while swimming because it's ludicrous that you can't, even if it would instant stop you fine.

And then R can be the magic for the fast swim regardless, even if it still carries multiple loads because it doesn't need the constant combination of -> + A + R. In that order, because moving and clicking R and then clicking swim you stay stuck in the slow swim animation. At least for a few seconds, five ish. Now commands are much easier and cleaner. And like fr there are so few areas where you have to walk to solve them, just make me be able to swim in a god damn line without making me tilt upwards a bit. Or make me be able to start swimming without having to correct downwards immediately to maybe swim in a straight line afterwards maybe. Oops sorry to slow you already got washed out of the dungeon by that mini bit of your head peaking up. Woops.

Genuinely, moving straight and then even only holding A + R is possible, though you need to start with a third direction input first, and so is moving straight or tilted upwards though the latter is a bit weird. Especially starting from the ground zorlink often really doesn't want to get going and refuses to swim. When you hold a direction the A input doesn't register and he just keeps walking. But moving straight to the surface also sucks, there weirdly isn't a hover button, since you have B and A to go up. But they just make you switch, would be nicer if they needed two inputs for a revert.

So many bad choices

And it really makes the minigame for the bottle suck, the second part is so ass with the rings having hitboxes, Zorlink randomly jumping and changing directions after bumping on objects which can include the rings, the rings stopping zorlinks movement instead of letting him slide past, the rings randomly not registering or letting zorlink glitch through them instead of having collision, random jumps after moving over objects or completely stopping to swim instead, slow starts and weird automatic camera that also affects where my input makes zorlink moves makes movement very choppy and so it's impossible to recover from any stop as you can only change directions efficiently at speed and your own inputs sabotage you as the camera exaggertes them but if you undershoot it you might just not move. It's trash, hot garbage. Wet garbage.

Challenge isn't the problem, I can tell I'm improving but it's so frustrating because the object the game wants me to interact with punishes me severely for attempting to do so all the time. Whatever

I genuinely failed the first of the ring ones because the last ring didn't count that I swam through it, and then I had to do a bunch of redos after an early success that I technically had. Horseshit.

Sucks to suck suckers but you can suck it cuz I have other five bottles already, why would I need more

I hope the dungeon is better, usually I like water puzzles.

Hot take, but after replaying it again I think Majoras Mask kinda sucks

The three day time limit feature does not aid it very well, the game is too large making the time insufficient, but the time is also too much and too long for you to wait out the times where you can do nothing not even explore.

The bombers handbook is kinda helpful, but the timeframes given in it are unhelpful without clear objectives. And all objectives are purposely unclear. I know I can always run back to the Sheikah stone, but I wanna be able to play the game not have another Rotomdex. At least the handbook notes when something is finished, but mostly I wanna reset my days quick which just seems like a waste of time. Generally I don't appreciate having quests split into three parts separated by nothing but waiting, unless you know what else to do. I'm sure if you know everything that's to do and how the game is quite satisfying to optimize, but figuring it out is awful for me. I never finished it as a kid after getting stuck with the Gorons

The map is horrible to navigate, large and mostly useless. You can't even find hints for when exactly to come back later to get into inaccessible areas.

The Witch in the woods requires a healing item, but there's no way to gain any heals.

All the minigames are frustrating to outright unfair, even beyond the waiting to do all three instances of them element, like at least don't make me do them on the same cycle if you can give me the handbook without catching the bombers a second time already. The bombchu one sucks and is unskillful as the bombchus can just veer off and move randomly, the fishing one is useless, the deku one with the moving platforms is hard to practice burns through your money fast as the 3D isn't great so it's easy to miss platforms as you don't cast a shadow on the stones. And it's not just time intensive through retries or like all the other games because it suffers from not giving more money than you earn so you have to keep farming but your rupee bag is also small so you can't carry many tries and- but also because its gameplay is waiting. Waiting is never good gameplay, it makes tedious tasks full of trial and error feel even slower than they already are, and once again this one is already hard to practice. Falling down would mean the end even without the time restriction, it does not make much sense to pretend like it's carnival game where you have a loss condition. The loss condition is not getting the time, you need to play again.

And the one with the "maze" of walls that move up and down. Terribly disorienting, you end up boxed in by three walls all the time and if you ever need to backtrack it means you've lost, the timers to short and there's no strategy to employ. (Yes hugging the wall and always turning the same way, like any other maze, but that's too slow you can't finish this way)

Another thing is I have notes about when to speak to Anju, but I can't. She doesn't react.

I have info about that madams missing son, I don't have info for her because apparently the only info will be having found him? I have been given a deadline but I can't interact with him in that deadline despite having talked to any npc I can find with the mask on. Including the shopowner of the place where he's hiding.

I can't reach any spirit, I can't reach any dungeon, nothing. Idk maybe I can use the bombs in the ice area? But that one had the strongest enemies, it should be last, haven't yet tried this though.

I've been playing for 6-7 hours, I should be much further, like fr it sucks. There's no wonder, no fun, it's just bad. Nothing I have "figured out" so far has felt smart, it's definitely not challenging and it doesn't feel rewarding. The most fun I had so far was getting the heartcointainers from trade quests and such, because they didn't waste time beyond the actions I had to take and aren't limited to very specific time frames or other anti-gameplay-limitations

I'll come back if I find a dungeon and they're better. Or worse, then I'll come back too.

I don't think playing the ds version matters, I can only think of upsides the different hardware would have. And I will not purchase a GameCube just to reexperience this game

[saikos-pleb]

hi let me just •falls in love with your blog•

i have another request! could i get saiki, aren, metori, hairo and shun with an s/o who’s famous? s/o is a popular idol who’s been famous all their life (like they were a child actor) and got tired of media presence so they decided to go to PK academy and do events during their school breaks, however because of their fame they’re treated kinda like teruhashi (but they’re not like teruhashi like they don’t pretend to be as nice as they act ig).

thanks <3

them with famous s/o’s

saiki, kuboyasu, saiko, hairo, kaidou

gender not mentioned

notes: idols are my specialty (i’m a huge kpop fan) so this will (hopefully) be easy for me. and thank you for requesting again !! :D

saiki

- since your an idol there is a lot of attention towards you

- kusuo hates attention

- so you guys’s relationship is secret

- like very secret

- like y’all barley even look at each other at school secret

- he has no interests in the idol world at all so the fact you’re an idol has 0 affect on him

- minus the intense annoyance he gets when groups of people (mostly guys) chase you around the school

- you know how teruhashi has the fan club? you have one too

- kusuo may or may not make the whole group trip while they’re following you a few times

- oops

- when you have events at the school he always goes

- even though you guys are a secret he still wants to support you (“:

- you catch him secretly listening to your music every so often

kuboyasu

- he was actually a fan of you before you guys started dating (he still is a fan but yk what i mean)

- your relationship is not a secret at all, he loves showing you off

- holding your hand in the hallway >

- yelling at your fan club anytime they cross any boundaries

- almost physically fighting the president of your fan club because he took the gum you spit out in the trash

- you pulled him by his ear to an empty bathroom

- took you 2 hours to completely calm him down

- because you normally hang out with aren and friends (nendo kaidou saiki etc) there is always a lot of attention around you guys (saiki normally tries to leave when you’re around though)

- during your events aren is your cheerleader

- no literally he is

- he has pompoms

saiko

*pretend he didn’t come to pk for teruhashi*

- he literally came to the school for you

- and you hated him at first

- he was too stuck up for your taste

- but he eventually chilled out and now y’all are publicly dating

- he originally wanted to be with you because of the fact you were also rich, and famous

- but after genuinely getting to know you he actually fell in love (“:

- fuck your fanboys he’s your number one fan

- has all your albums x 100

- has every photocard that comes in your album x100

- literally has a wall in his room dedicated to you and your merch & albums

- kinda creepy but i mean it’s cute to you so (“:

- he’s the one who pays for your events

- gets you backup dancers, customers. you name it he’s gonna get it.

hairo

- y’know how motivated and energetic he is?

- take that x1000 and that’s how he is about you

- yalls relationship is obviously public (if it wasn’t public he’d prob burst)

- he brags about you all the time

- but not about the way you’re famous

- about how talented and sweet and selfless you are

- if anyone talks shit about you or your music he will give them a talk that turns them into your fans

- yw

- when you have events he helps set up, and is always in the front row screaming, singing and dancing along to your music

- 100000000/10 very supportive

kaidou

- before you guys started dating he was a secret fan

- he would be like “yeah i don’t really see the hype” but then go home, buy all your albums and start fan wars on twitter

- the day you guys started dating you came up to him, to ask why he doesn’t like you.

- a lot of people didnt like you but you liked shun and you wanted him to like you too

- oh my god he was embarrassed

- “n-no i a-a-actually r-really l-like y-your music”

- for his safety you guys chose to keep your relationship private

- by private i mean the whole friend group but nendo knew (for obvious reasons)

- for your events he would be about in the middle and have a sign that says your name

- happy relationship

[catamaurrr-star]

YEYDSSSHDHHAFHSFSG OKAY SO/

theres this city. it was walled off completely from the outside world cuz the outside world was a DISASTER and unlivable. it was seperated into 3 areas. the slums, midtown, and the top that i forgot the name of. the slums were down where the poor people lived and the people in midtown kept throwing their trash down there and this corporation called neco corp invented this trash eating bacteria to try and help. this will be important later btw

humans also made these robots called companions which were essentially built as slaves but at some point gained consciousness and had feeling. eventually this disease breaks out n all the humans slowly die but theres this one scientist who puts his mind inside a computer before he dies. this guy is alsoimportant later on.

the robots now sad and alone have tried to imitate the humans and how they used to do stuff. they have bars and stuff and they draw and paint like humans did im very emotional about this part btw. they were alone for a lot of years and that trash eating bacteria from earlier has now Mutated and it now eats metal too. very dangerous for the robots as you can very clearly tell. theyre also called zurks now

four robots in the slums wanted to go outside n these guys are called the outsiders. there's momo, zbaltazar, doc, and clementine (aka clem). at some point zbaltazar doc and clem went to go out to do a test or smth in the sewers and they were never seen again. momo stayed behind and he lives to regret it and he is very clearly upset

now we actually cut back to the cat who was living very happily with its 3 cat siblings right outside the walled city but then OOPS! kitty FALLS DOWN in front of an entrance to the slums and passes out. surprise!!! door SHOCKINGLY OPENS by STRANGE COMPUTER AI! cat goes in and the game starts here. kitty is being guided by ai that keeps putting "FOLLOW ME" on tvs and lighting up signs to help kitty.

eventually kitty runs into the zurks. oh no!!! but kitty is FAST ENOUGH to run away and ends up in old scientist guy's apartment. it does a silly puzzle and it has this mini robot friend now that can talk to it and help it!!! its name is b-12 :D oh yeah it also has 0 memories but along the way it can find them at specific places. some of them you HAVE to collect others r optional. you unlock one of b12's first memories here and there's a picture of a beach from the outside world so now the goal is to get outside!!

cat eventually finds its way into the main part of the slums which is actually inhabited by the robots and one of the robots thought it was a zurk so robot pressed the alarm button and cat has to face off with The Guardian, another robot. but guardian recognizes that kitty is not a zurk!!! so alarm over!! kitty shows picture of beach to the robots and they tell kitty that oh yeah theres that momo guy he was part of the outsiders. so kitty goes to momo and helps him

momo is very sad and drunk (?) over his friends and hes trying to fix this transceiver thing to try and communicate with them he doesnt even know if theyre ALIVE so kitty collects all their old journals from their old apartments and momo is like !!!! doc was making secret weapon to KILL ZURK??!!!!!!! so momo sends cat out into The Rooftops (that is what the level is called) to attach the transceiver to this biiigg radio tower to hopefully get a connection but only kitty is able to do this because it is so fast and the place is ZURK INFESTED!!!!

kitty does this fantastically and gets back safely. momo meets kitty back at a bar cuz the bar has wifi or something and they get a connection!!!! ITS ZBALTAZAR!!!!!!! zbaltazar says that all of the others r safe and they found a way up (to midtown) through the sewers !!!! but then the connection cuts out and momo doesnt know how to get there now. sad! this other guy at the bar seamus says its not gonna be worth it and theyre gonna die if they do that. then he leaves. bartender explains that seamus's dad, doc, went out to the sewers once n never returned and seamus was never the same :(

uhhhh i forgot what happens after this im replaying stray again i'll tell u what hapepns after very soon

THANK YOU FOR ASKING ME ABOUT STRAY ILY <33333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333

hey. hey.hey. (shaking you violently) ask me about stray. ask me about the funny cat game i swear im normal about it. ask me about the robots in stray. Ask me about st

[sahmandbean]

INHERITED MANOR CHALLENGE: A new gameplay challenge based off popular mobile games like Lily's Garden and Homescapes. Can you save the family manor? 

 Rules:

Oh no! After an unforeseen life event has left you homeless, alone, and penniless, you are forced to seek the help of your eccentric grandmother. Delighted with your text, she offers you the family manor on one condition: you must save it! Somehow news of this arrangement reaches your cousin, who, in a fit of rage, trashes the place and nearly burns your grandmother alive. Your grandma hides $500 and the keys in the mailbox as she makes her escape to the Bahamas, and your cousin is nowhere to be found. Now it’s just you against this manor and the world.

 Start with one young adult Sim and $500.

 You may work through the rooms in any order, but you must complete each one before moving on to the next. If you start in the kitchen, you must finish the kitchen before moving on to the dining room.

 A “big-R” Room is considered complete when all the mess is cleaned, appliances repaired, and furniture restored or replaced. Once you restore an item, you can replace it with a new version of the same item (couch for couch, skill for skill, clutter for clutter), but the whole Room must be finished before adding any new items (tv, decor, etc). What counts as a Room? Any space separated by a door, with the following exceptions: the servants quarters count as one Room. Halls and stairwells do not count as individual Rooms but must be complete in order for the floor to be finished. Bathrooms and closets are counted as part of whatever room they are attached to. The butler’s pantry counts as part of the kitchen. These exceptions are to make the game more evenly challenging across all floors and spaces.

 Every Room you finish earns one (randomly chosen) removed lot challenge. For each floor you complete, you can add one lot trait of your choosing. Once you complete a floor, you can remodel it and sell the original items and not have to replace them with the same item type.

 The garden and the greenhouse are also two Rooms that must be cleaned before the challenge is complete, but do not count as a floor to earn a lot trait. For example, you must clean up the garden before adding livestock or solar panels. The yard is a mess, and after you clean up the trash you can go into build mode to delete or replace the debug and build/buy plants.

 You can earn money however you want EXCEPT FOR selling any items from the house and cheats. You can sell items and replace them with something cheaper, but don’t clean out a room just to progress more quickly. That is shady and would make your family's ancestral ghosts sad :( (there are many ghosts on the lot from all the sims that burned alive while I was prepping the challenge, lol oops) Lottery tickets, gambling, borrowing from other sims, and other in-game shenanigans are, of course, allowed.

 You must pay bills and keep the repo man away!

 You can marry, adopt pets, have kids, start clubs, etc.

 You win the challenge when the manor is restored. If you remodel, I’d love to see what you do with it. Use the hashtag #inheritedmanorchallenge on the gallery or other social media platforms, and check out what others have done!

 I am not aware of any challenges like this currently. If you know of any, please let me know! YouTuber Deligracy has a similarly themed Let’s Play, but that’s the closest thing I’m aware of. I don’t want any trouble with claiming I invented something if another Simmer has already created this challenge. Also, I plan to make more. What would a good umbrella term for these challenges be? They won’t all be manors, or burned, or have the same backstory, etc, so I need a good umbrella term and hashtag.

 To get the build with all the damage, follow this link to the save file: http://simfileshare.net/folder/149793/

You need to have all of the packs I used to get the lot to place correctly. Why? Game bugs over which I have no control. Place the save file directly in your save folder, and the saved game will magically appear in your game. How fun! If you download the build from the gallery, or do not have all of the packs, it will place with all of the damaged furniture restored.

 To find the build on the gallery:

Lot title: Inherited Manor Challenge

Gallery ID: sahmandbean

 Packs needed:

All expansions, up to and including Cottage Living

Journey to Batuu

Parenthood

Nifty Knitting

Tiny Living

Laundry Day

 New challenges are coming soon(ish: This build took around 30 hours). I do plan on making a basegame version next.

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|Series| ~

|LOTR|

Frodo Baggins 🗡️ -

- Cold Nights

Legolas Greenleaf 🌿 -

- Legolas

- /PROMPT CHALLENGE 3 /

The Fellowship - 🗺️

in the works 🌷

|The Hobbit|

Thorin Oakenshield 🏔️

- heartbeat

- /PROMPT CHALLENGE 2 /

thorin's company ⚔️-

- Tics (Headcanons For Thorin's company)

- Random headcanons (Thorin's Company)

- Strange Sounds in Middle Earth (Thorins company)

- Holiday Headcanons (Thorin's Company + The Fellowship)

- RIP THORIN'S COMPANY (pt. 1)

- RIP THORIN'S COMPANY (pt. 2)

Bilbo Baggins 📜

in the works 🌷

Misc.

- Teaching the hobbits how to swim (Headcanons)

- Nail Polish (Headcanons LOTR/The Hobbit)

- High School Headcanons pt. 1 ✉

- Help (Headcanons for The Fellowship/Thorin Oakenshield)

- /PROMPT CHALLENGE 1 / (thorin oakenshield & lord elrond)

oneshots

Leonardo

Right (Bayverse! Leo x Gn! Reader)

Hello Hello (Bayverse! Leo x Gn! Reader)

Would you be so kind (Rise! Leo Headcanon // oneshot)

Domestic Drabbles (Bayverse! Leo Drabble)

Period HC's!! (Bayverse! Leo Headcanons)

Raphael

Oops... (Bayverse! Raph x fem! Reader)

Cute (Bayverse! Raph x HyperFem! Reader)

Kitchen Window (bayverse! Raph x fem! Reader) PT. 1 • PT. 2 • PT. 3 • PT. 4 • PT. 5 • PT. 6 (final part)

Ticklish (Bayverse! Raph x Gn! Reader)

Donatello

Truck Repairs (Bayverse! Donatello x Fem! Reader)

Stunning (Bayverse! Donatello x Gn! Alien! Reader)

Michaelangelo

Never (Ronin! Michelangelo x Fem!Reader)

|all boys|

The End (Any Turtle x GN!Reader)

Meeting The Parents (All Bayverse! Turtles Headcanons)

Teddy Bear (Rise! Turtles Headcanons)

Soft Kisses (Rise! Leo, Bay! Donnie, Bay! Mikey headcanons)

Karaoke Night (Bayverse! Turtles Headcanons)

girly reader (bayverse! turtles headcanons)