("I don't play video games to play dress up with a Korean Barbie doll")
- Synthetic Man (based mode)
good work on his part for going in depth on the gameplay section vs the other crap, this is basically like a poor mans Nier: Automata. Tho the enemy designs in Stellar Blade are better.. I personally prefer organic enemy to robots
Those special moves have pretty colors, i'll give it that much i guess, Again the demon aesthetic for the boss designs are pretty cool, most of this thing just looks cheap.
And yeah, there's no exaggeration to the body types, she just looks like a slender average toothpick with no jawline, looks so plastic. the ppl going gaga for Eve’s rump here likely have little life experience to tell the difference between a butt and actual cake.
Game's whole cultural stake is carried by the purdy pixels gimmick, Create-A Sim dressup mode, more like "Beta Blade".
Which is why this isn't an answer to wokeness but actually will enable it. Because this isn't a good look. This is the other side of the woke coin, equally cringe.
Games like this don't age well because the presentation is transparent & oozes desperation, a little bit of a creepy factor. It defeats itself because it communicates to the mainstream that for women to be pretty or appealing women have to be objectified and the fact that that is the main reason why this got any attention vs the ACTUAL GAME- is why the mainstream machine will go even harder.
It’s not like the game presented the characters respectfully & showed the west how it’s done WITHOUT the sexploitation, no it just tapped into a different degree of second hand embarrassment and ppl actually think this is a step in the right direction.
Elizabeth Comstock is pretty, smart, interesting arc & story, powerful as sh^t , sassy, pretty hot in the DLC when she pulls the femme fatale style--
but you can’t dress her up in stripper outfits & the in-game camera doesn’t pan on her rear when she does a special attack. (imagine my disappointment)
The difference here is respectful execution vs playing Barbie with digital waifu’s, gameplay be damned, the dressup is the real reason for the majority following for this game.
(Reminds me of the shortlived buzz surrounding Quiet from MGSV, or that Amazon Vampire from RE8 that nobody talks about anymore)
And the reason for that is dressing them up & down is a mechanic of control, if they put a Sims 3 body modifier in the mix, you’d get 5x the following for this game. It's not about the actual game, it's about ppl (mainly boys) playing with dolls.
That's why this isn't going to age well. It’s not raising a bar, nor is it saying anything, nor is it doing anything new or innovative. It’s part of the problem.
But that’s only if you try to insert this in the fabled “culture war”, if you don’t do that? It’s just a poor man’s nier automata, it’s trashy.
Exactly 20:12 Bro just said the loud part even louder.
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The fact that the human brain cannot tell apart reality from fiction, especially mine considering my ADD-daydreaming syndrome, tears me apart.
Because the amount of time I've loved people on my silly screen and spent time thinking and daydreaming about them is astronomical. And they'll never know. Because they're not real.
Jamil isn't real and yet I'm perfectly happy looking at him through a screen and thinking about how much I adore him. Neither of us will ever know the feeling of the other's hand in ours, the taste of each other's lips. And that hurts. But maybe somewhere in the endless universe he *is* there and maybe, hopefully, he *knows* how loved he is.
Here's a drabble cause I've been having stardew valley brainrot as well as jinkies thoughts. I'm currently at the end of exam season so I needed some sanity for myself, enjoy my hopefully-not-suffering homies!
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Fresh Spring air sure was delightful on a comfortably warm sunny day. Inky yawned, they couldn't sleep the night before, for no particular reason. She looked around at the fields she'd just finished maintaining. They were small, but big enough to produce food for two and sell a bit. She looked down at her dirt covered hands and smiled, moving to the hose to water the crop growing there right then.
It was all so peaceful now. Life was basically what she wanted since she could think for herself. Living on a farm and being self sufficient with someone they loved that is. And that someone was Jamil. Now you might be thinking something like shouldn't he be serving the Asim family or something like that, but no. What happened was that, with a bit of help from Kalim, bless him, both Inky and Jamil ran away to a small farm in the countryside of pyroxene. Was it easy to convince Jamil? Absolutely not. But he was happy now. And they had time for days off, for holidays, for trips. Kalim still supported them financially a bit. As a thank you for Jamil's years of service and friendship and an apology for not exactly being easy most of the time, since Kalim could cause a lot of work for Jamil. Inky washed the loose dirt off her hands with the running water, wiping their hands on a cloth they had attached to their belt.
The beloved man of the house was hanging laundry at the moment, since he was much more adept at household chores than Inky was. He didn't pay much mind to the footsteps he heard approaching, he knew that step pattern well after all and maybe that was because it was his favourite to hear, because it would mean he'd get to see the one he more than adored. He didn't expect a pair of arms do wrap around him though.
"Good morning, you all done in the field?" Jamil asked.
"Mhm..~" Inky nodded mostly into his back, "all done.. now I can look after the chickens.. and then.. I don't know what then.. can we take a nap later? I want to cuddle but I'm tired."
She could feel his chuckle and see his grin, but it wasn't malicious at all. He nodded, laying a hand on one of her's.
"Sure, Meri Jaan, we can cuddle.. but you have to go take care of the chickens first, I'll finish the laundry in the meantime, alright?" He told them, to which he felt them nod into his back again. The two stayed like that before separating. Someone had to finish the work they had for the day after all. And once that was done, they could afford to be lazy in one another's arms together. Maybe they could take a walk later too. Yeah. This was the life that felt right, perfect even, for the two of them.
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@midnightmah07 thought I'd tag you since you knew I'd write this
Alright!! Part 11 is finally here! Fluffy times ahead but first you must pass a little hurdle in this one, good luck! And also this chapter is Krennie's motivation <3
It's a bit shorter tha I would've liked but I hope everyone enjoys it! <3333
Tw: vague mention of death, ch.4 spoilers (?)
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It had been a few days since the fireworks festival. A few days since Jamil's oh so shocking revelation. Since he realised he was crushing on the prefect, on Inky. Honestly, he never expected to fall for anyone, which was why he was slightly at a loss when speaking to her. He just doesn't know what to say to her sometimes, and he's been spacing out during his tasks. Nothing major of course, and only luckily in moments where his body had the movements down well enough that he could do them subconsciously. Even right now when he should be sleeping he was thinking about her. He really couldn't help it. But. He had to. He was not a free man. He'd surely have to surrender her to Kalim, but surely he couldn't take her, right? Well. He could, all Kalim would have to do is say the word. And Jamil was not ready to risk that, if anything he'd want her all to himself, by that he meant no risk of having to give her up and lose her to someone else.
Jamil should sleep, he really should, it's getting rather late. How much time did he spend thinking instead of sleeping? Though if he slept now he'd probably dream of her. How they'd dance together, how he'd hold her and perhaps even kiss her, from her knuckles up to her lips only to rest his head on hers and keep her by his side. The thought alone made his heart flutter, so much so that he could no longer try to sleep. Well.. it was late and no one should be awake.. alright. He picked up his phone off the charger and took his headphones with him. He pulled a hoodie over his head, he'd leave his sweatpants on. Speaking of, wasn't that the pair he'd lent Inky a while back? She must've put it in the laundry for him.
He began walking, out of the main building through the desert, it was chilly out, but warm enough. Just warm enough that he could go without a jacket or similar. A little bit away from the building he stopped, taking in his surroundings before nodding to himself and picking a song. Jamil had to get his feelings out, so dance it was.
Unsurprisingly this became a more regular occurrence, getting more frequent the more he learned about the prefect, her love for things and her dreams. Her wishes and her quirks. When he couldn't sleep because his heart ached and longed for her love, he'd go dance, if all was quiet of course. One night however, after just arriving back in his room and getting situated a knock sounded from his door again. Who was knocking? At this hour?
With more than reluctance he opened his door, pinching the bridge of his nose and sighing deeply.
"Who wants some-", he stopped speaking mid sentence as he saw who it was. Inky. And she looked shaken.. no pun intended, as she was actually shaking. She looked at Jamil with tears in her eyes, others rolling down her cheeks. She could barely croak out a sorry for him. At least that ruled out the meltdown, but still. Jamil felt his chest tighten as he let her into his room. She sniffled and sobbed, trying her best to not cry as much.
"Inky, قیمتی, what happened? Are you in pain?" Jamil asked her, not even realising what he'd just called her, precious. He'd thank the language barrier later, he was relieved that there was nothing painful making Inky cry first, as she shook her head.
"'m sor-ry..! 's stu- stupid.." She muttered weekly, before Jamil patted her head, stepping closer and taking one of her hands for a moment.
"Nothing is stupid. Not when it has you crying. Now please, tell me what brought you to tears.." He told her as she raised her head to look at him. She sniffled, taking him in her arms instead at first and squeezing very gently, listening to his heartbeat.
"I.. I had.." She started but got interrupted by her shaking breathing. "I had a dream..! A-and- and you.. I didn't save you.. you d-died in my ar-.. arms.." Inky stuttered. Jamil's eyes widened thanks to that, putting his arms around her properly, brushing a hand in circles gently on her back. She appreciated it, that she could hold him.
"Luckily it was a dream. I'm here. And I'm alive. My heart, can you hear it?" He whispered gently, a rhetorical question. He knew she could hear it, if the harsh pounding in his chest was any indication. Still she nodded against his torso, holding onto him tighter as she felt her knees buckling. He noticed and he held her up, his one hand going down to her thigh, a silent signal for her, so that he knew he'd pick her up. She understood, luckily, as he moved her to his bed and sat her down. He moved behind her after giving her a juice pack he'd started keeping in his room. While she drank and tried to calm herself, he treaded his fingers through her curly hair. It helped massively. A little while later she finally stopped crying.
"Jamil..?" Inky said, barely whispering. She was lucky it was this quiet. "Thank you.. again.. you're a wonderful guy.."
It was quiet before Jamil spoke up. He may have nodded in acknowledgement of her previous statement but as she moved to get up his hand moved quicker than his mind could process, holding onto her shirt for a moment.
"Stay," he muttered, which caused her to look back. "Stay here.. until tomorrow.. please..?" He asked her as she simply looked at him for a moment, surprised by his boldness, a bit of pink dusting her cheeks now. But she didn't say no. In fact, after putting the joice box that she emptied on the floor temporarily, she nodded.
"Can I? Because I'd like to.."
"Yes.", he confirmed one last time, "please, stay." Because for tonight he could hold her. He could keep her close as he wished. And not have to let go til morning.
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Translation is in the story,, but! قیمتی means precious!
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Hiiii everyone!! This episode is a little different than usual since it's not fully Jinkies centered,, but! There needs to be plot and there needs to be a healthy ratio from Jinkies to their own lives to make it work!! I promise the next one will be much more jinkies centered tho!!
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Breakfast in Scarabia that morning ranged from traditional foods of Arabic and Indian origin as well as other requested dishes, that had been asked for by several students in the dorm. Of course there were the usual breakfast items as well for those who liked cornflakes and the like for breakfast, a few fruits too. Scarabia was incredibly lucky to have Jamil as well as the few helpers that were there. Jamil did most of the prep work this morning with Inky, a few other students had joined them later, helping them in the kitchen.
It was nice to have the help but Jamil liked the quiet of that morning before the other students showed up. By now he'd woken up Kalim too so that he wasn't missing breakfast. Scarabia's dining hall was, at least, still clean and the lounge, where the party had been, wasn't too bad for once. It seems like kalim had gotten help and tidied up a little after the party with a few others. It was the least he could do, he knew Jamil was taking a break and perhaps asleep and that the prefect Inky was with him.
For now however they all ate together, talked and made plans, just enjoyed each other's company in the morning while the magical storm raged outside on nightraven's campus. It was strange how different the weather was but it was a nice change to always being cold. That's what Inky thought at least. Her room at home was always nice and warm, but she was always lonely there. Here she wasn't. She had good friends here and Jamil was here too. Good god she knew how smitten she was over Jamil. She'd really been charmed by the snake and didn't care to do anything about it.
Over breakfast it was Jamil that sat across from her, next to Kalim who sat at the table head. Inky was sitting on Kalim's other side, grim having been squeezed in between her and another student. And right then Jamil was stealing glances at her. How could he not? There was just something about her in his jersey. Though it didn't take long for the dorm leader to speak up though.
"Hey Inky, no offense but I noticed your clothes seem really beat up these days.. do you have any nicer clothes? If not we could go and have some nice ones made!" He offered, which actually would be pretty.. pretty great, but Inky still shook her head.
"I couldn't afford that, I've been living off a few thrifted clothes Sam had so they're not gonna be the nicest.. no offence taken though, I get what you mean."
"Did I say you'd be paying? I thought I could get you some nice clothes since you've been doing so much for the school and I think it's more than unfair you don't get recognised for that..!"
Kalim laughed slightly and smiled at her, which made Inky gawk a little.
"I won't say no to gifts but I'll feel like I need to give something back.. so maybe let's not make it too extravagant" Inky said, agreeing but asking for only sensible amounts of money spent.. because she really did feel like she had to give something back if Kalim went through with that idea but something that she also thought, yet didn't say, was that she felt expensive things would be a waste on her.
After calling ahead at home for a car, or rather a limousine, which was standard for kalim, and informing the headmage that they would be using the mirror to take an impromptu trip to the scalding sands. Inky had also changed into some simple jeans and a t-shirt by that point, using a hair clip that had been a gift from Ace and Deuce to put back their curly hair. When they arrived it was already quite hot and Inky was happy for the well working AC in the car, even though the t-shirt did help.
A little drive through the city with a pair of cheap headphones in one ear later and they had arrived at a tailor's, though they also had ready made clothing as well there.
The music Inky was playing during the ride was playing from an old music gadget, a Hamelin-piper which was similar to an iPod from back home, that saved music via something like a USB cable. It was a bit girlish and had the name Gertrude in its casing, it had been the little gadget's nickname apparently. That was from Cater, who had found it but had no real need for it anymore since he had a phone and better tastes nowadays. She was glad he was willing to give it to her even if she had to get used to the music, not that it was a weird genre to her though.
Back to the topic, the Tailor that Inky had been semi dragged into by Kalim and that Jamil followed them both into was quite high end, so a little overwhelming in the first moments. Kalim asked Jamil to step out and talk to one of the people in charge about readying a consultation for custom garments as well as picking out some nice fabrics, since Jamil did have quite good taste. You know, to get him out of the room so that Inky and Kalim could pick outfits and surprise Jamil when the occasion came to wear them. Smart move there, bud.
So he asked for Inky's preferences, so she would feel comfortable in the clothes he suggested. Now, he was not Vil, but he did know his way around the store and even enlisted an employee to help pick things out. Inky picked things out too. Of course she wasn't actually planning to ask Kalim to buy all of those, that would be crazy and she'd feel bad because of the sheer amount of money. But they did get outfits that were quite nice, you know, a skirt or two, some shirts, a good sweatshirt, and a thin jacket, a couple of pairs of shorts, about three.. oh and a hoodie. Inky actually asked for a hoodie since she felt they were comfortable. As well as a singular outfit set consisting of a dark blue cropped wrap top with bishop sleeves and a maxi skirt she could wear at both hip height and at her natural waist, both had small white and sometimes tiny yellow flowers all over it. It was clear that Inky really liked the way it looked, it seemed to be a favourite. But that was all she'd pick and she was sure it was all kalim was going to be allowed to pay for, by her own standards.
Due to that she was surprised when Kalim nudged her towards a fitting room. She needed.. a dorm uniform! Grim had mentioned that Inky admired the other dorm's uniforms, Scarabia included, when she first saw them and Kalim decided that Inky deserved one! Because Grim also let slip that the prefect felt sort of left out, without that special uniform. So after a lot of measuring, talking about preferences and finally choosing fabrics, the seamstress said she'd be in touch, especially with designs and suggestions she would personally have.
After they were done and outside Kalim looked at his phone and waved Jamil down. Apparently his parents wanted to talk to Kalim, so how about they go back to the Al Asim estate and Jamil could show Inky around the park at the front? Surely the animals would be a lovely sight and Jamil was so knowledgeable about them and the two would have fun together! Inky agreed, on the condition that Jamil also had to wholeheartedly agree and want to show her around. Surprisingly, Jamil did agree to do that, show her around and spend time with her. The ride to Kalim's family's home was quiet and nice. Kalim and Inky shared the headphones this time, because kalim was curious what Inky listened to on her little 'Gertrude', other than that everything seemed normal until they halted.
Jamil Viper. I wish I had the courage to speak to you. Even now my words falter and I stutter when you're the topic of discussion. I haven't very many friends but Ace and Deuce unfortunately do tease me about just how obvious I seem to be when it's about you. I can't help it. You take my breath away in the best way possible, make me feel happy.
I'll be the first to admit though that I wish you would never see my more pathetic side. The one that cowers, that freezes in fear, flinches at every little thing. I wish that if you did see me, not that you ever would, I'm not sure I'm quite special enough to be noticed by someone like you, you saw me through rose tinted glasses. As someone who was smart, sweet and whatever else I'm sure you and your darling silver tongue could come up with.
I've hidden away my first.. well I don't want to call it a letter to you, but that's what it is, I suppose. I've seen you around more often recently. I've unfortunately been busy. Recently I've been having a few nightmares and have been hoping to sleep in the afternoons rather than doing as many things as I previously had been. I'm writing this sitting in Savanaclaw.
Somehow I feel like you may know what I've done. I.. was talked into giving up the dorm should I fail to fulfill a contract. But I didn't want to agree to it. I don't like it. It's loud in Savanaclaw. I'm glad Leona is willing to share his room. I'm currently set up on his floor with an extra mattress and Grim, little weasel he is, got a nice cat bed. But even now you keep me awake.
I wonder what it would be like if I could lay next to you instead, run my hand along your back, hold you close and listen to your heart. Those are delusions but they are what has been getting me through. I'm tired and I'm anxious all the time, I just can't seem to relax. That's all I have for now. I wish my dreams were real.
Jamil, recently I saw you when it was raining. I was stuck under a small roof, trying to escape the downpour. I saw you running towards Sam's shop with your hood up. Has anyone told you you look like a snake from the side with your hood up? Your hair makes your Sideprofile look like it has a little fang. It's cute. I don't believe I'll ever say it to you. I did call out to you, saying Sam was in the cafeteria. He was organizing an ingredient bulk buy for the cafeteria ghosts. You thanked me and came over for a moment, ducking under the little roof as well. We were so close. And most importantly, I spoke to you. I saw your pretty eyes again.
My heart was beating out of my chest the entire time, I'm sure you saw how flushed I was. All I can do is hope I did not embarrass myself by saying something weird. I was so happy you were there, hiding from the rain with me. You asked me why I never look people in the eye when they speak. I told you it scared me. And then I told you your eyes were pretty. That you didn't scare me. And I meant it. I can't lie to you. Not when you hold my heart in your skilled hands. I'm glad I found this paper again.
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One last treat for y'all when I go to bed. Working on pt 3 as well. Ya, have fun with this and I hope you enjoy even if I think this one isn't as good as the other one!! <3333333
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I'd like to say that when I first met you I fell for you instantly and I knew. But I didn't know. And it wasn't even a meet. I saw you at orientation first, trying your damnedest to put out the fire breathed out by the stupid mage cat that had tried to steal my spot as a student, not that I really knew what was going on at the time, that had somehow spread to your Housewarden's robes.
I didn't have much time to look at you then, frantically trying to avoid the chaos and near frozen by fear and confusion. But even in that you looked gorgeous. I blamed it on the lighting at the time, running to catch up with the grey and blue creature.
The second time I saw you was after I'd been enrolled for a while, chaos seemed to follow me as I adjusted to everything. By then I'd had to replace my glasses, not that I think the headmage intended to replace them until I had begged Riddle to bring it up with him, as I could hardly see any board or far from me and using my phone camera only did so much. I must've looked weird to you. I was staring, I know, but I could not help it, even if I was supposed to ask about your, albeit not as severe but incredibly inconvenient, injury that would keep you from participating in the spelldrive tournament.
I couldn't tear my eyes away from you then, unable to find any excuse for such behaviour even now. Only then did I learn your name, Jamil Viper. Had I known that name would haunt my every waking thought, I would not have asked it. Your hair looked so lovely that day. And the accessories you wore, I wondered if they'd look good on me, if I could watch you do your hair up.
I saw you play basketball the other day. I was sent to the school Gym to help do maintenance on the equipment. You had your club activities supervised by coach Vargas at the time, seeing as I was also there. Unbeknownst to you, the band on your uniform that you wear around your arm had fallen in the cafeteria in the lunch period before. I noticed and picked it up, sure enough that I would see you and return it eventually.
When I actually saw you there I stared again, as one with a crush does, I guess. You take my breath away. Coach Vargas yelled in my ear on accident, which embarrassingly made me flinch and cower. I have not gotten over loud noises, but I don't think I need to. God I still hope you didn't see that. But you might've.
Somehow I actually managed to talk to you and return the armband. Told you I liked the way your hair was up, that you looked cool playing basketball. I wish I could've kept talking but really, I probably only would have embarrassed myself. If you knew how red my cheeks were, how hot they felt after I'd gone out of sight. I'm sure you'd laugh at me. But I can't help myself, not when my heart threatens to break my ribcage when I so much as think about you. Your eyes are gorgeous too. Can't believe I never noticed them, but I don't look people in the eyes when speaking all that much.
Your eyes though, your eyes I adore. They are endlessly beautiful to me. They ensnare me, hold my attention, I can't look waya no matter how much I try, not that I want to though.
Not that you're ever going to read this. I'm going to hide this away later. I just had to get my thoughts out. But I, Inky, do adore you. Moreso than I have anyone before. But I won't call it love. I don't think I'd be worth that yet. Maybe one day, Jamil, maybe one day I will be worthy of calling you my love. Until then, I do hope you don't think I'm too weird.
I've got to leave it here though, the damned bird is calling me in again, for no reason I bet. My allowance better get higher, lest I go nuts here.
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Aaand here we have my Yuu-sona being down bad for the snake man. In case of terrible formatting, I am, in fact, on mobile. Might make more depending on how well this goes over but I hope it's not too obvious that this is my first writing piece,,, ya. Hope y'all enjoy! <3
Can be read as x reader, it's only my Yuu-sona, feel free to change the name in y'alls lil delulu heads cause me too<3
