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lee
@leecaffeine.bsky.social
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21, he/they. pfp is from pepperjackets (on ig) picrew.
sadly i write at leester on ao3
I stream at https://www.twitch.tv/caffeineexpert
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dbstills.bsky.social
November 29, 2025 at 3:53 AM
leecaffeine.bsky.social
this actually makes sense now that i know what they were up to
leecaffeine.bsky.social lee @leecaffeine.bsky.social · Aug 13
i had like. half a dream about a daigo gaiden game. i havent even seen him in iw yet so i dont know why i dreamed about it. but in the dream to get around the fact that hes actually a good shot was that he wasnt allowed to have a gun because saejima specifically said no 😭
November 29, 2025 at 3:40 AM
leecaffeine.bsky.social
i keep thinking about this. i was so deadly serious about it.
leecaffeine.bsky.social lee @leecaffeine.bsky.social · Sep 9
same guy that says these things to me
November 29, 2025 at 3:34 AM
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undasura.bsky.social
Weeeeee
November 29, 2025 at 3:23 AM
leecaffeine.bsky.social
still hung up about how shit rgg is being. but with dark ties im a big fan of how they have been talking about Mine. yeah we're ramping up his respect for daigo. yeah everything he does is for and about daigo with no exceptions. yeah his batshit insane kill everyone meter is chained hearts.
November 29, 2025 at 3:21 AM
leecaffeine.bsky.social
thinking about this again
leecaffeine.bsky.social lee @leecaffeine.bsky.social · Oct 5
i love Mine Yoshitaka. we should all read the rggo translations because we get bits and pieces like how he likes to collect art from auctions and antique stores because "paintings cannot betray anyone."
November 29, 2025 at 3:13 AM
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ricky.baby
im catching the mouse
#cat #cats #catsofbluesky
Orange and white tabby laying on his side reaching out towards a computer mouse
November 5, 2025 at 2:18 PM
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sulfurouspiano8.bsky.social
Playing God Hand for the first time!
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November 29, 2025 at 12:53 AM
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November 28, 2025 at 11:27 PM
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demondai.bsky.social
My energy bill was higher than usual and wiped out my budget, I’m extremely low on food/necessities right now. Please help if you’re able to spare a few bucks!! 😣🙏
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Support Dai 👹
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November 28, 2025 at 9:12 PM
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undasura.bsky.social
zephyr head 2.0 which is looking extremely tails the fox as a 30 y/o beautiful woman
November 28, 2025 at 11:38 PM
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undasura.bsky.social
doodles while i get my brain working so i can needle felt her lol
November 28, 2025 at 8:36 PM
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Daily DBZ 182-2. Gohan is holding up under Cell's assault but he doesn't seem to have much fight in him. He pleads with Cell to just stop fighting. When he gets angry, he loses all control and goes totally bananas on dudes. But that just inspires Cell to try to piss Gohan off more.
Cell ponders while keeping a foot on Gohan's head on the ground. Behind them, an image of young Gohan smashing into Raditz's chest appears.
November 28, 2025 at 6:10 PM
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Daily DBZ 182. As Chi-Chi watches, sobbing and cursing Goku's name, Gohan's fight with Cell does not go as well as we all assumed. Huh what the heck was Goku thinking, just watching his boy get tossed?
Chi-Chi clutches the TV sobbing while Ox King worries over her. On the screen, Cell blasts Gohan back.
November 28, 2025 at 6:06 PM
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It's Black Friday and Itch Creator Day. Splatter is 50% off on Itch for the next 5 days (buy it here: catbirdsoft.itch.io/splatter). Over the next day or two, I'm gonna post some of our old dev clips of the game from Twitter. Here's one from February 2022.
November 28, 2025 at 3:13 PM
leecaffeine.bsky.social
built so many roads off stream. never before have i enjoyed driving so much. more death stranding today!

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a person with a backpack on their back is walking across a field
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November 28, 2025 at 4:02 PM
leecaffeine.bsky.social
She was so sad we were playing board games and not sitting with her
November 28, 2025 at 3:47 AM
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undasura.bsky.social
Shes horselike without her nose
November 28, 2025 at 3:43 AM
leecaffeine.bsky.social
doing somethings before i stream again tomorrow and saturday. thought about climbing to the top of the mountain for fun but the second i thought about it a giant rock rolled down the hill at me.
November 28, 2025 at 12:57 AM
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thechasebeck.bsky.social
Tis the season so I'm bringing this back: Three FREE slots open for demo reel services (specifically voice direction and demo reel scripts). Specifically looking for Trans/Queer/POC Voice Actors.
thechasebeck.bsky.social Chase Beck - Voice Entity @thechasebeck.bsky.social · Nov 6
Yknow what, fuck it; sign of good faith for all my Trans/Queer/POC voice actors out there in need of a new demo reel script/voice direction; I will take 5 clients for FREE. We need your voices out there now more than ever, and I want to hear more of you out there. DM for more info.
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November 27, 2025 at 10:57 PM
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November 26, 2025 at 6:02 PM
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Yes I did this on purpose.
November 27, 2025 at 5:54 PM
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anniezaleski.bsky.social
National Dog Show contestant Jolene is relatable on so many levels.
a fluffy old english sheepdog named jolene with white hair in its eyes
November 27, 2025 at 5:19 PM
leecaffeine.bsky.social
Figured i would give the vgen challenge a shot, if not to get myself a code, to get my writer's block to go away :] #VGenChallenge
A Wish Out of Water A breeze slicked with salt brushed across Simon’s face, sending the brackish smell up his nose. He pulls a face, eyes crinkling and lip twisting, but continues to stand against the wind. The edge of the pier was comforting, especially the sound of the lapping waves against the wooden beams below him. However, his shoes were soaked from the tide and the walk up here, making everything feel soggy and cold. He would much rather be at home, but staying home all day was driving him to near insanity. Simon glanced back down at his phone again, checking the time, when a notification popped up. Landlord. Rent is due in two days. He pockets his phone and lifts his chin to stare up into the cloudy sky, swearing under his breath. Pathetically, he stomps his feet against the wood, listening to it creak and whine under his weight. God, he wishes he had better luck. God, he wishes he had better luck. As though the sea could read his thoughts, a tiny silver fish leaped from the water and flopped onto the pier in front of him with a plop. Simon took three startled steps back. It was no larger than a child’s toy, no smaller than a pretty fishing lure. He knelt to inspect it closer, finding that the scales seemed to shine despite the lack of light on the pier. How did it jump so high out of the water? It was such a small thing. Did it get thrown up by the tide? Or maybe his stress is causing him to hallucinate. Either way, he felt too bad for it to let it dry out on the pier and die. Simon reached to scoop it up, but before he could cup his hands around it, the fish wriggled and seemed to lift the upper half of its body. And speak. “You know,” it said, so shrill that Simon nearly covered his ears, “you should be careful when you wish for something.” He jerks back, nearly sliding off his feet. “What?” The fish flopped again, a wet splat sounding against the wood and water. It blinked at him, unbothered by how absurd this seemed to Simon. “I could hear your struggles, your thoughts. What is it that you want?” It was too surreal of a situation for him to dismiss this as a hoax. “You’re a talking fish.” “A small fry, if you will, yes,” the fish replied, seeming to narrow its eyes. “This size of my body does not change the wisdom I hold, nor the power, what is it that you seek?” The fish seemed to be both mocking him and giving him a chance at something. Surely this is just a strange dream. Maybe he isn’t even here at the pier, but at home asleep in bed. “I don’t know, I just need something to change,” The fish glimmered in the puddle that accumulated around it. “Different? I can grant you “different.” I do warn you, yes, I do, that water likes to play tricks. Rapids can change at a moment’s notice; a whirlpool starts up in seconds.” In a fit of desperation, without thinking, Simon blurted, “I wish to be lucky. I want to be lucky.” The fish blinked, flopping back in its puddle which sent water splattering at his feet. “You wish to be lucky,” it hummed, tasting the words. “A common wish, like the common wave. They all crash in the end.” Simon’s heart started pounding harder. He didn’t know why, but the fish seemed to stop mocking him. Now, he takes on a gravely serious tone. Did he make the wrong wish? The reaction of the fish only made him question his hasty words more than he was already. “Wait, what do you mean?” Before he could finish, the fish jumped up above the pier, sending itself back into the water, sending a ripple across the surface of the sea. The oncoming silence was almost suffocating. It only broke with the howling of wind in his ears, the crashing of waves against the shore. Simon stood frozen, feeling the wind tug at his jacket again. It only got colder. It felt like hours before he moved again, taking a few steps backward from the water below him. Is he so tired that he imagined this? Is he sick? Is this a dream? Thoughts upon thoughts whirred around his head. Questions with no answers, the fish was already gone. And then, as if to answer his thoughts, his phone buzzed in his pocket. He pulled it out with a furrowed brow, getting water on the screen with his cold and clammy hands. It was an email from a job he’d applied for months ago, a job he had long since forgotten he applied to. He had not heard anything from them. No updates. No rejection Not until now. We’re pleased to inform you that you have been selected for an interview! If you would, please pick an afternoon interview slot. Thank you for applying to us, Simon Lasker! Simon’s breath caught in his throat. This must be his big break. How long has he waited for a moment like this? Months? Years? A job is tangible, it’s within reach. For the first time in months, a hot feeling of hope bloomed in his chest. He smiled to himself, with a sense of caution. Nervous. His eyes moved back to the water. It lapped at the pier. “What does this mean for me?” He murmured, half to himself. The sea responded only with crashing waves, indifferent. It had no more answers for him. No more help. As Simon turned to walk away, his phone buzzed again. Landlord. Rent is not due tomorrow; it’s been pushed to the end of the week. Luck was coming, just as the fish had promised—but how long would that last? Doubt ate at him. But with how things were going leading up to this moment, he was ready to take his chances.
November 27, 2025 at 5:52 PM