I was cosplaying as highschool Andrew today and someone approached me saying my outfit looked neat. Of course I thanked them and told them it was a cosplay of my comfort character...
"oh wait, that's so cool! who?"
"Andrew graves!!"
"..."
Then they gave me the ick and responded with, "haha so u like ur sister then?" and proceeds to make fun of me, call me a slur, and yelled (yes, YELLED) how skinny I looked in the cosplay
switch up so crazy and they even barked at me. Uhm, thanks I guess. The only person you're embarrassing is yourself... (ರ_ರ)
in all honesty idgaf that tcoaal is incest like i do not care actually i care less than not caring like. if two siblings told me they were dating yeah sure id be a bit fucking confused but like if they were both hot (tcoaal) and asked me to join would i consider it? yes yes i would but you did notttt hear it from me nonono
in the current media landscape i get why tcoaal became a "controversial" topic but ngl the way people talk about it it'd make you think that it's a straight up fetish game, and like... it is very much an psychological examination of the incestuous relationship between the two protagonists. like even if you don't like how it was handled, the story is objectively a character study above all else, that's not an opinion that's just literally What It Is. and a lot of people who condemn its mere existence really seem like they haven't played it and are just going with a vague "incest pervert gooner game" vibe.
kinda makes you think about the anti mindset of "of course you can explore dark/taboo topics, just as long as you don't fetishize them!" and then someone does that and they go "NOOO not like that!!!"
content warnings: kicked in balls and dick, Andrew mention
The swift second kick of Ashley's boot only made the throbbing in your groin worsen— which ultimately made it better.
"You fucking piece of shit," she spat down at you, "I told you to stop fucking stalking me! I remember telling you to fuck off!" Sweat dripped down her flushed face— her adorable face— and her hands curled into fists. You could feel the fury radiate off of her, its heat bounced off the alley walls and back to you. You didn't get to respond as she brought her foot back down. You could only gasp and cough as she stomped the air out of your lungs from your balls.
She kept ranting as she brutalized your ballsack, "I should call Andrew here and have you fucking beat you. It's his fucking fault anyway that I'm in this mess! It's his fault that I'm stuck— here— with— you!" She punctuated her last words with hard heavy kicks to your beaten and bruised groin. Some of them missed your balls and hit your dick, but obviously you didn't mind.
You wanted her attention. You coveted it. Granted, you didn't think she would be stomping your cock and balls like a bug when she caught you, alone and away from her fucking idiot brother. Again, you don't mind. Even with hatred blazing in her pink eyes, you're happy that her attention is locked on you.
