Hi! It appears I can't stay lurking for long due to the bots going around. So halo! You can call me Kiaera or Roki or something completely different! 20 something lurker. The one irl friend I've got on this is @sienotasir. This blog has mostly been for reblogging while I figure out what I wanna do with it. You'll find some seals (like 1 or 2), things I found funny, interactions, and lots of redacted content along the way (Shoutout to @sealriously-sealrious for making my bg I lob it so much)
did blade really have no crushes when he was younger? like even a flicker of interest? itās just so funny to me Iām just imagining teenage him being so uninterested š
Blade would very likely be considered demi in today's terms, so he never had any random crushes! His older cousins would be thirsting over some teammate or classmate or something and young Blade in the background would be utterly nonplussed by whatever tf they were talking about, ranging from incredibly indifferent, unimpressed, oblivious, or vaguely judgmental. There's a line in the old novels where he's reflecting on it when he's young and (I'm paraphrasing off the top of my head here, it probably sounded better in the context of the book) it goes something like:
Men went to war for love, died for love. Wrote poems about it, destroyed whole nations and dynasties for it. He'd never understood that.
Angry fans aside, there were so many people working on Valkoās character behind the scenes, and their hard work deserves to be seen! There are so many writers, artists, and animators whose work is now being thrown away because of online fear-mongering.
I understand disliking a character, but threatening real people over a fictional game goes way too far. On top of that, spreading baseless rumors about SA regarding a character who hasnāt even been officially released yet is completely insane, childish, and immature. I also feel like InFold completely failed to properly address the players who were spreading such harmful content. They never once stepped in to tell their fan base to stop making those claims.
Wasting all of that time and resources on a new character makes absolutely no sense. Now, there will be multiple holes in the main story and even fewer ways for players to farm for diamonds. It is entirely possible that their entire plan for the upcoming main story hinged on needing a 6th li. Papergames could have easily just pushed back his debut to focus on fixing the issues already present in the game, but instead, they chose to get rid of him entirely.
I really loved Valko's character concept, especially as more and more people started to warm up to him. His personality was fun and playful in a way that the other li's just are not, and I know so many players have already fallen in love with him. Ultimately, discarding months of hard work and damaging the game's future just to appease a toxic fans is a massive disappointment to community.
Like genuinely, CN side is so blatantly racist, homophobic, and dismissive of GS all the time, and now even lookist as a cherry on top??
I can write an essay on how ironic it is to be picking apart the appearance of a character whose sole purpose is to make you feel loved and cherished, regardless of how you look. But hey, Valko isn't real so we don't have to worry about his feelings, whatever.
Still, players who happen to like Valko and end up being harassed for that are very real, Valko's VAs who got death threats and in in the end lost their jobs are very, very real. And with their actions, Infold just made it clear all that is okay to them! In this fandom bullies get what they want, as long as they are loud and insufferable enough.
My expectations weren't high given the way Infold usually handles things, but holy shit is this a rock bottom
as a writer you will have a specific deck of vocab words you like using a lot and when you read other peoples' work you will see a very clear spread of different vocab words on their end. this is why you need to read, to collect other writers' words like it's a card game
I was in a long-term relationship that fell apart partially because I was ace and my partner was very much not, and every time we looked for relationship help we got told that I was the problem. Not just that a significant mismatch in sexual desire could be a problem in a relationship, but that it was My Fault, Specifically, for not being willing to suck it up and have a bunch of sex I didn't want. To my ex's credit, he cared about consent much more than any of the professionals we talked to and refused to pressure me even when my (lesbian, billed as progressive and pro-LGBT) therapist was actively telling him to.
But it meant that we had absolutely no help or support when we were trying to work on the relationship in ways that *did* value my autonomy. There's basically no advice for people who want to try to make a relationship where there's a big desire gap work that isn't "well you should just have sex anyway" or "just break up lol". And that sucks!
Sometimes breaking up is necessary, and that's what ended up happening with us because there were other reasons we worked better as friends, but there *should* be better frameworks for discussing what people want and need that don't automatically assume that one partner's feelings are automatically more important or valuable than the other's.
I was dating someone who wanted to be accommodating and work with me to figure things out but lacked the EQ to do so in any effective way. It was my first relationship and I was still figuring out what being ace meant for me. Itās been eight or nine years, but I still remember very clearly the moment I realized weād been approaching the entire discussion as if my orientation was the problem to be solved, and that it would be equally as valid to say that hers was.
She was significantly less impressed with this revelation than I was, but I tried to hold on to it ever since (although obviously the real problem wasnāt either one of us, but the mismatch and the lack of tools to deal with it). I think itās super important to remember that we arenāt the ones in the wrong while our theoretical partners are the ones in the right. I was surprised by how much Iād internalized the assumption and I donāt think Iām the only one.
The other frustrating aspect of this is allo relationships will often have periods of time where libido does not match (I'm not derailing and this will swing back to asexual people)
Just after giving birth, during a family crisis, during a mental health episode, during health problems, during stressful periods at work
There are a lot of times when one person is horned up and raring to go and the other has no interest
And the solution often presented is that the person who is going through something should just put out because they are the problem instead of like...finding ways to engage in non sexual intimacy to reaffirm closeness
An asexual person is going to get 10x the amount of pressure and blame put on them and no advice on how non-sexual intimacy can help their relationships and if they get that at all it will only be to sell it as a bridge to sex they don't want.
I really hate the selling of intimacy as only equaling or facilitating sex. Intimacy comes in many forms and should be explored more by every couple as a non sexual act. And it the given importance it deserves. In fact I would argue if we as a society put more value on non sexual intimacy more relationships would be happier and healthier
And asexual people would stop getting shit for being themselves.
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In this chapter:
chose between darling Lena or snarky Hak;
see a dead body. Yay!;
meet a little of Santa Trindade, the city you love and protect <3;
meet a few characters, including, but not only: the love of your life, your bubbly work partner, your boss, your witty friend and Telma (really, the most important from this list);
deliver terrible, horrible news;
inspect a crime scene (ooh! real detective work!);
make it to dinner (emotionally alive); and
listen to Mamonas Assassinas against (or with, but probably against) your will;
NOTES:
there's a single choice in Marcelo's route that wasn't worked on yet.
I need to finish the final scene from both Lena and Cristina as well as Hak and Cristiano. As such, the only available routes today are Marcelo with Cristina and Madalena with Cristiano. I'll update the other two routes on Monday.
Richard's scene isn't completed. It's added, you can get a taste of his baptized coffee, but it's not finished.
Aside from those two points, everything's playable and choosable. Yip Yip Cay-Yey.
tagging: @interact-if.
If you find any errors, please contact me. Feedbacks are welcomed as long as they're critically constructive and respectfull. Thank you, and enjoy it! :)
I just remembered spices now im can't stop thinking of a like 80 year old spices in jjk modulo
Listen, when you're young and in love with your best friend, you'll look for signs everywhere. Even in the way said best friend, one Itadori Yuji, punches through concrete walls like he's auditioning for the next Marvel movie. You, being the decidedly less powerful half of this dynamic duo, can only walk through the hole he's already punched out for you, occasionally tripping on the concrete.
But here's the thing about Yuji - he's always there to catch you. Literally. His arms wrap around you, steadying you, and suddenly your heart's doing gymnastics for a whole different reason.
"You're getting slow, grandma," he teases, his laughter bright as the sun.
You shove him, scrunching up your nose indignantly. "Shut up, Tiger Boy."
That's Yuji for you - always in motion, one step ahead. You're left trailing behind, wondering if he'll ever slow down long enough for you to catch up. But we're getting ahead of ourselves.
Fast forward to twenty, and you're moving out of the school. Yuji, being the gentleman he is (ha!), is helping you lug boxes up three flights of stairs into your new apartment. And damn, when did he get so... buff? Well. He always was. You just never noticed it properly. Cue the longing, the heated cheeks, the whole thing.
Of course, Yuji being Yuji, he thinks you're just tired. "Almost there, Spices," he says, bumping his shoulder against yours. And okay, maybe you lean into it a little. Can you blame a girl?
Now, you'd think by twenty eight, you'd have your act together. But nope, here you are, sitting on the couch and fighting over snack like toddlers. Your eyes trace the same strong lines of his profile you'd memorized as a teenager.
"You still lookā" The same, you almost say. Like the boy I've been in love with for nearly a decade.
Yuji's lips quirks. "Devastatingly handsome? I know."
"I was going to say delinquent."
He clutches his chest dramatically. You rest your head on his shoulder. Something quieter than laughter passes between you.
The years keep coming, and the thing is... Yuji doesn't change. Oh, he grows up in all the ways that count - he's kind and strong and loyal to a fault. But physically, he's the same.
At thirty, and you're standing at an altar, your hair already streaked silver here and there. But when Yuji looks at you, it's like you're eighteen again, your heart somersaulting in your chest.
Later, tangled in the sheets, he kisses the laugh lines at the corners of your eyes. "Even more beautiful," he murmurs. You hold on tight.
At forty, and you're in the park, watching Yuji chase your daughter around like he's still a kid himself. His laughter rings out, mingling with hers in perfect twin sound. Your heart seizes with a love so fierce you can't breathe around it.
That night, he finds you angsting over your wrinkled hands. He kneels in front of you and takes them in his own. "Spices. Look at me."
You do, and it's like looking into the sun. You touch his cheek, marveling at the lack of time on his face. "I'm here," he says. "I'm not going anywhere."
A part of you wants to scream at him, "But I'm going away one day and you'll be left behind!" But the softer part just pulls him close and breathes him in.
At seventy, hands gnarled but still clever, you bake cookies with your granddaughter, sneaking bites of dough. Yuji leans in the doorway, watching.
"Troublemakers," he says, so fondly that tears pricks your eyes.
He crosses the kitchen, wrapping his arms around you from behind, and suddenly the cookies are the last thing on your mind. "I love you," he murmurs into your hair. "Every day more than the last."
You close your eyes, memorizing the feel of him, still strong as ever. The smell of sugar. The warmth in your chest, bright as a star.
On your eightieth birthday, Yuji carries you to bed like the princess you are. Your joints might be staging a rebellion, but your heart's as full as ever.
"You'll stay?" you ask, perhaps a little unnecessary by now, but you still like to hear him say it.
He stretches out beside you, gathering you close. "As long as you'll have me."
Anchored by his heartbeat, you sleep.
The last time - because there's always a last time, even for epic love stories like yours - you are ninety-two. Yuji's watching you, his eyes bright.
"Hi," you say, smiling up at him.
He clasps your hand, wrinkled and spotted, between his scarred but still smooth hands. Your fingers twitched, aching to trace his face again.
"I love you," he says. "I'll love you forever."
"Forever," you agree.
Then, your eyes drift shut, Yuji's face etched into your heart.
Would you accept my sister going back to the way she was? She fought so hard to survive. She endured pain, weakness, and suffering that no child should ever have to face.
