#housamo ask game

[roakkaliha]

the thing abt new pokemon games is that the amount of pokemon who wouldnt look out of place in housamo per pokedex increases with each generation

#.txt #before you ask no i dont play housamo nor do i know much abt it #all i know is that its a game and that the amount of yiff ppl draw of that one wolf character in particular is astronomical

[the-muses-are-herd]

Kengo!

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-Kengo Takabushi.

The brawn of the original team. One thing about him that's easy to miss --he has clearer objectives than Shiro and Ryota, but also carries a lot more grief.

His zest for fighting can seem another stock characteristic --until we learn that he thinks it's the only thing he has. His parents are long gone, and the one time we see the house he grew up in it's in bad disrepair. He states directly to Moritaka that he (Kengo) figures that his strenght is the only thing he has that would ever interest Player, so that is what he's betting on. And then a lot of his relationships are somewhat tinged with guilt.

He fights a lot with Shiro, and not always in jest. He feels tremendously guilty about the way he misled Sitri --even if they eventually patch things up. And then there is his complicated standing with Oniwaka.

Yet he's also corteous --sympathetic to Toji and Moritaka's status for instance.

A case of a rough appearance concealing one wounded heart.

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#ask game #housamo #kengo takabushi #tokyo afterschool summoners

[cyber-beast]

Shinya

Oooh this is interesting

NOTP: Don’t have one

BROTP: Shinya and Taromaiti

OTP: Shinya x Kalki

Secondary pairing: Shinya x MC

Fluffy ship: Shinya x MC

Angst ship: Shinya x Temujin

Favorite polyship: I guess Shinya x Kalki x MC could work

Weirdest ship: Perun x Shinya

#i wish shinya showed up more i think hes adorable 🥰 #shinya housamo #ask games #housamo #tokyo afterschool summoners

[justlarkin]

Would it be okay if I ask, how do you find Lifewonder's games and why do you play them despite it catering for gays?

I dont know anything about being aro/ace so it will be nice to understand them from their own individual perspective.

You're good lol. That's a fair question.

I will preface this by saying that there are other aro/ace people out there who play these games and how they identify under the Ace Spectrum and their reasons for playing are going to be different from mine.

So I still find some romantic and sexual things appealing, but not in a scenario that involves myself with someone else. I've never felt the desire to engage in a romantic or physical relationship myself. I don't like certain aspects of romance and have no interest in personally engaging in it. And I think some aspects of sex gross me out and I wouldn't want to personally engage with it. I think it's the intimacy of it all. Something about involving myself with other people in these scenarios puts me off, grosses me out, makes me feel uncomfortable.

I still engage with sexual and/or suggestive content because I do still find people attractive in that way and cranking it isn't one of the things I find gross about sexual content since it doesn't involve another person. Though I guess I still wouldn't find things appealing in the way others do since nudity/suggestiveness by itself is straight up meh and does nothing for me. It's the same with romance content. I still like reading/watching certain romances involving other people since it does not myself. I may not personally get it or desire it, but I still find some of it cute.

Ik Ik, I rambled. My bad. So why do I play these games when they're clearly marketed towards horny gays?

-I like LGBT+ media and was actively searching for LGBT+ games when I first started playing Housamo.

-I like furries.

-I like that their gimmick is lewding male characters unlike most gacha games.

-For Housamo, I like mythology.

-I like the lore, stories, and characters.

-Most importantly to the current topic, I like their gender selectable/neutral protagonists.

I prefer games with customizable or at least vague protagonists. With customizable protagonists, it's easier to just make a non self-insert oc to play as and detach myself from it. And with vague protagonists like the ones featured in Housamo and Live A Hero, they still have the detachability, but I mostly prefer how they're written and treated in the games. I don't know what it is, but most games that are targeted at a specific gender, especially dating games, are just ugh to me idk idk. The MCs' genders never being relevant in these games besides changing pronouns and labels is personally enjoyable for me.

#ask

[kairunatic]

Ok just a small rant but is there a reason why I rarely get Normal ask?

Like back before I used to get some lore asked about Housamo(I look forward to these cause they are very interesting to read) but now I get these weird ask about weird scenarios that I don't find funny or entertaining one bit.

Look I know we have our own quirks but my blog is not that kind of blog ok

Ask that I appreciate are for example

For Housamo it can be Lore talk or maybe a bit of Trivia about some of the characters that I may don't know or is new to me(I really like these one cause I'm a huge nerd for mythology)

For AE I know you guys don't really care about the plot but I appreciate ask like Talking about what they like from the ep or any funny moments for example

Anon: OMG Pius and Arcana inflicting fear on the Night mares is so funny

Like that

Asking about my fave characters is also good same for AE and crave

I also appreciate Non Gaycha Game content like asking me about my interests or Hobbies I don't mind if you guys wanna get to know me better

Sorry for the rant don't get me wrong I'm not mad or anything just a bit annoyed about the things in my ask box

#Random

[skylermadness]

Empirical Mentality (Claude TF/MC)

(Original Date of Upload: December 19, 2022)

Original Description:

A story I wrote as a gift for a friend. I've basically been obsessed with Housamo for three months now, so it was about time I actually got into writing transformation content on the characters. Claude is ranked pretty high on my list of TF moods from this game, so it's quite nice to have been given the opportunity to write a TF story on him! I do feel as if the dialogue was a bit awkward here and there, but I'm rather proud of the end result. Although damn is Claude's costuming rather complex. I love ya man but you wear so many layers. Not like I mind though, when aren't Housamo designs complex... plus, suits are good clothing shift material!~

   Why was he here?

   That was the main question that Damien asked himself. The man had found himself in the middle of a store that he originally had no intention of interacting with. But something had urged him to do so. He wasn’t quite sure on what though.

   The store was mostly void of human presence, and the only person that was there was a heavyset, hirsute older man that sat behind the store’s counter who didn’t even realize Damien walked in until roughly a minute or so of Damien casually roaming around the place. Even then, the man’s only acknowledgement was a surprised greeting. Damien just assumed the whole situation to be nothing more than the evident fact that the presumed store owner didn’t get many customers. 

   The wooden floorboards occasionally creaked beneath his steps. Glancing at the very few shelves that were set up showed that the metal was looking to begin to rust, which further indicated the aged status this place possessed. His attention was quickly diverted though, his eyes being brought to what was actually on the shelves.

   Earlier when he was outside he was aware of the oddities this place seemed to possess. It claimed to be an antique’s store however it came off more as a very high quality cosplay shop. Damien’s eyes flicked around the place in a constant attempt to assess what exactly was going on here. The shelves had a sense of chaos as none of the items seemed to really fit. His gaze wandered to various objects: a black helmet, some kind of intricately designed mirror, a weird looking box. Interspaced between these objects was an assortment of realistic weapons. A dagger, a trifecta of rings, what looked to be multiple swords of various shapes, sizes, and blade types.

   “Is it even legal to sell that kind of stuff…” Damien muttered, constantly eyeing the array of weapons.

   “Eh, I got a large batch ‘f ‘em a few days back,” the storekeeper responded from behind, ignoring the question. This startled Damien a little as he didn’t expect a response. “They’re all auth’ntic though.”

   Damien raised a brow, curious what that even meant, but he didn’t fully care enough to ask. He didn’t even intend to buy anything here in the first place. Despite all of that, his mind still insisted on eyeing the place up and down. Or at least, that specific shelf he was staring at since he walked in here. 

   Some kind of chain whip, a disturbing looking staff with a skull atop it, another staff that in contrast was more ornately designed and bejeweled. Peculiar objects kept listing themselves in his mind as he constantly eyed the area up and down. It didn’t help that each object had a weird… aura? He couldn’t explain it, but it felt like everything he stared at was vying for attention. Although Damien attempted to chalk that up to… himself, probably. That made the most sense. He shook his head, letting out a sigh. He was beginning to resolve to just leaving, the man turning slightly and beginning to head out the aisle that he stood within. 

   It wasn’t even two steps before something stopped him. He caught a glimpse of something in his peripheral. Something that glistened just enough to catch his attention.

   It looked to be a laurel wreath, specifically one with a perfect metallic gold coloration to it.

   In truth it was a simple object. Unimpressive. He could pass it by easily. Extra emphasis on could…

   Something prevented him from doing so, though. He was filled with an odd compulsion. An overwhelming desire to just reach out and… touch it. Grasp a hand around it, feel the smooth indents that gave the laurel that leaf-like look. Let the cold metal brush against his skin. He submits to that compulsion in an instant, a hand seizing the object from its spot on the shelf and holding it gently.

   For a second, he feels an odd feeling well up inside him. An odd, fiery fervor welling up inside him. 

   And for that second, the red of his eyes glow an emerald green.

   But it all only lasts a second, flaming fervor extinguishing as quickly as it came. Replacing it was a new feeling. An obligation.

   He had to buy this Artifact.

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   “Urgh, why did I do that?”

   Damien walks down a sidewalk, the man having left the store just minutes earlier. He holds a hand up to his head, a headache coursing through it. His other hand remains at his side, gripping onto the object that he just bought.

   He had also found himself having trouble remembering what happened in the short span of deciding to leave and actually leaving. He could at the very least get a mental glimpse of what occurred, but he could barely recall fully what the interaction was like.

   He sighs in frustration. “I guess I’m stuck with this thing now…”

   Stopping in his tracks, he repositions the hand containing the laurel and looks at the peculiar object. The design of it, the quality, it all exuded expensive. But it also possessed an extravagance to it. Elegance that he now possessed.

   It was a foreign thought at first. Typically he wouldn’t care about this kind of stuff, but he couldn’t help but think about how good this would look on him. A feeling soon begins to well up in his chest. It’s miniscule, a sensation of metaphorical burning etching itself in his heart.

   Compulsions and desires run around his head, spiraling in entropy. The clearest thought Damien can think of is a single string of words: Place the Artifact upon your head.

   A few more thoughts soon follow. Assert your power. Show everyone who you are. Show yourself how you can be someone stronger. Be someone better…

   A lump forms in Damien’s throat, and he is quick to swallow it. “Stronger… better…” he repeats in monotone, the burning growing stronger in his chest as he speaks.

   Fill yourself with passion! And a sense of pride that only an emperor could possess…

    “Pride… yes, that… sounds correct…”

   These thoughts captivated Damien, mesmerized him. A constant flow of wants and needs; strength and passion and ecstasy. Discernment on whether these were his or not wasn’t among these thoughts. He was committed to accepting each one as they came, accepting them all as truth.

   “I must… assert myself. Become stronger. Passionate…”

   His hands quiver for just a moment. “I… must put this on!”

   It's slow, as if his mind was interpreting this as some kind of coronation. His arms slowly moving upwards, both hands latched onto the laurel as he did so. Ten seconds stretch out to ages as they move, and even once they reach the apex of his head they take a moment before unhanding the Artifact. It's a long moment, but eventually his fingers waver before finally undoing themselves from the wreath. 

   The golden Artifact softly drops onto his head, effortlessly sliding around his skull and perching itself behind his ears. 

   An emerald green glow momentarily flashes in his eyes, and an emblem etches itself in the palm of his left hand for a single second. That burning sensation in his chest wells up even more, and the thoughts in his mind grow.

   You are a suitable emperor…

   A shiver runs down Damien's spine as he places both his arms beside him again. This sensation was quickly followed by a feeling of pressure spreading throughout his body.

   While the changes were concurrent throughout his form, it was evident that his hands had already started to function as some kind of focal point. A thickness was already quick in enveloping them. His fingers got larger, his hands themselves swelling in size as they got bigger to match the new proportions. An intense burning sensation was also forming in his left hand, causing Damien to curl it into a fist in an attempt to alleviate it.

   Things were quick to move upwards as the sleeves of his shirt were already beginning to tighten. His wrists were first to follow in the change in size, and were soon quickly followed by his forearms. The muscles in his arms ached, heat surging through them as they were given an instant workout. The mass in his forearms grew, ridges etching in his sleeves as their musculature became more defined.

   At the exact same time his upper arms were also expanding. Muscles were growing in mass, a brawniness engraving itself in his limbs. Biceps bulged outwards, his triceps maturing at the exact same time. Both arms were practically doubling in size as a result, his new musculature stretching out his shirt’s sleeves even more. Their form was steadily becoming more noticeable: large and significantly more powerful than they used to be. 

   Threads in his clothing started to tear, the skin of his arm becoming visible while his shoulders started to broaden. His delts were next on the list ballooning in size just like the muscles before them. The portion of his shirt that contained his upper torso was starting to strain as well as his form began broadening, his skeletal structure altering in its wideness as his muscles continued to grow in conjunction. A slight ache soon ran up and down his upper back, the muscles in that region stretching and growing with his shifting form.

   A shock soon ran down the man’s spine as well. Vertebral structure was forced to undergo a swath of changes as his height underwent an increase. A singular inch over five feet became two inches over, then three, then four. Slowly, steadily, height was easily being augmented.

   For yet another moment his eyes glazed, emerald flashing within the irises again. He groaned, shifting his arm slightly to stare down at the thickened limb.

   This is the strength, the power that he possessed. That he felt like he always had within him. Such power that a true emperor prided themselves in.

   There was something about that very thought that caused both his chest and his left hand to burn even more, causing Damien to grunt in pain in response. He could take it, though. 

   Damien’s newfound brawniness accumulated at his front to a point of visibleness. Swelling from his chest were a pair of thick pectorals. They emerged from his upper torso at a steady speed, bulging into thick and firm slabs of meat and strength with a deep cleavage bisecting them. Something about this seemed to further feed the flame that was kindling within his core. It also further strained his shirt, the buttons pulling at their corresponding eyelets as they tried to contain the pure strength of his chest. 

   His abdomen and sides soon followed, a fierce heat enveloping them instantly as his form settled into its new, broad and powerful state. Furthermore, bubbling and soon hardening from his belly came more fixtures to his constantly muscular form. Emerging from that region were rows of abs. Noticeably thick and divided into a six-pack by a deep crevice that etched into the newly acquired adage to his physique. Even more impressive came the almost sculpted formations that emerged in his obliques. His form was becoming nothing short of perfection.

   The tightness in his clothing was only progressing due to this unexpected change in size. Threads holding his sleeves to the rest of the shirt continued to rip apart. His sleeves struggled greatly to hold his bulging muscles, this struggle only increasing with his arms tensing due to the surging, burning heat of his body. And it was only a matter of seconds until the buttons finally snapped off the front and revealed his toned body.

   This was also communicated to his mind, the tightness greatly uncomfortable to the growing man. “This… this won’t do!” he grunted out, the second half of the sentence sounding oddly deep. His fists seemed to clench even harder. 

   Such clothing is ill-fitting of someone like yourself, after all!

   It was that very thought that seemed to cause the tightness of his clothing to alleviate, a new slew of changes washing over his shirt. What was once ill-fitting started to grow instantly, the hem moving downward to cover his abdominals more easily while the sleeves did similarly to nestle at his wrists. Adjustments were made in the fabric as the size of it increased to perfectly fit his bulky frame. Rips and tears and torn threads were perfectly put back together as well, restoring the shirt to a state that was as if it were unaffected.

   But at the same time more drastic changes came across it. The deep gray of his shirt was brightened, a clean white effortlessly being assimilated to it. The material was adjusted as well, a warm cottony feel from it now washing over his skin due to these changes. The buttons of his shirt seemed to enlarge a little as well as change color to match the fabric. As for the shirt’s collar, it seemed to raise itself and envelop the lower portion of his neck, shifting into a different type of collar.

  And slinking from beneath the collar, wrapping around his neck from beneath the folds and tightening perfectly comfortably, came a red tie. One that emerged, circled, then snaked downwards to elongate long enough to nestle itself three quarters down the way of his chest.

   This wasn’t even the end of the change in attire as more add-ons manifested. Once everything settled on his shirt, a second layer of clothing materialized around his body. Deep gray cotton that was buttoned at the center, a deep neck that showed off his new dress shirt and tie, and a lack of sleeves. It was clearly a vest.

   Instantly following after that came a third layer. More deep gray cotton unfurled around his thick form, sewing and stitching itself into existence. There was a clear split down the middle on this one as well with the ends of that split extending and folding into a lapel. As the material trailed downwards, the split came to a meeting point near his waist. A singular eyelet formed while a large button fastened itself within it. His arms were also quickly consumed, his dress shirt being obscured by this new layer of clothing. Once the cotton nestled closely to his wrists, two buttons formed at the cuff. The extension of this new piece of attire continued beyond his torso until it ended just halfway down his thighs, his new suit jacket now completely formed.

   If that wasn’t enough, one final accessory was added to the man’s upper bodywear. Unfurling from the space over his jacket came a luxurious red colored fabric. It first positioned itself around his shoulders, then steadily expanded its territory downward and around portions of his body. It seemed to be some kind of mantle as it extended down, partially covering his arms but remaining open enough to keep the rest of his body visible. Its steady growth progressed, down and down until it settled at a spot a little below the halfway point of his legs. At the top of the mantle a lengthy collar formed and folded itself, two buttons and eyelets trailed themselves downwards where the collar nestled itself. The final adjustment to this accessory formed at the bottom of it; a design of an erupted flame forming in that area.

   While his clothing was being shifted, the physical changes to his body were progressing, moving downwards to his legs. The button that held his pants together softly snapped as it grew unable to hold his now wider hips. The denim of his jeans started to bulge and become tighter, the muscles in his legs becoming the next part of his body to grow in strength. The musculature of his thighs grew to be quite impressive, his quads gaining a considerable thickness while his hamstrings grew dense. Creases formed within his legwear outlining these developments, all while the ends split due to their inability to contain his pure strength. The immense pressure on his legwear only seemed to increase as his calves swelled, practically bulging from his body in comparison to their previous size.

   All while his muscles altered, his skeletal structure shifted as well. His height wasn’t finished increasing, the bones within his legs getting denser and longer. More inches piled on him and extended well beyond five foot six, and it took roughly a few seconds for his height to settle at a perfect five foot ten.

   Swiftly following came the changes to his feet. His shoes were quick to grow tight due to the fact his feet were swelling in size, lengthening and widening to fit the new proportions of his body. His toes had also gotten larger, blunter, and were rapidly getting pressed up against the cap of his shoes. The footwear were trying to contain everything, but with the noticeable bulging of the cloth from within it was becoming evident that the shoes wouldn’t hold on for long. 

   Fortunately, the changes to his clothing were beginning to reach the lower half of his body.

   Much like with his shirt, the rips and tears that etched into his pants all started to fix themselves. His jeans expanded, growing larger to contain his bulky legs. Surprisingly, they had gotten large enough to be slightly airy. The denim was quick to soften, the roughness of what were once jeans steadily transitioning to a softer material that was exactly like the kind that made up the upper half of his suit. It was clear that his legwear was now a pair of suit pants.

   The tightness within his footwear was the next major discomfort to alleviate itself. Before they had a chance to explode under pressure, they expanded in size at a rapid pace in order to comfortably contain his larger feet. And while the brown color of his shoes were maintained, roughness was replaced with an elegant smoothness, quickly shifting from standard sneakers to a more refined pair of dress shoes.

   The intense burning in his chest began to die down, the changing man now being given a proper chance to look down at his attire. “Wonderful-” he said, his voice cracking slightly. “Clothes fit for…” he cleared his throat, “Clothing fit for an emperor!”

   He was smiling proudly, his deep voice resonating within his mind. The ‘strange’ thoughts that filled the man’s mind before seemed to be on their way to being more than just thoughts. This is who he was meant to be, after all. Strong and commanding, yet perfectly elegant. All traits fit for the emperor that is himself.

   This very thought pattern seemed to intensify the only remaining spot of his body that burned: his left hand. But all he did was clench his fist even harder. He felt… used to this, oddly. Like it happens all the time.

   It is what happens with Sacred Artifacts, after all…

   The very thought seems to prompt the very climax of his changes. The wreath that sat upon his head begins to glow in tandem with the fierce burning of his hand, and that prompts the pinnacle of his unwitting transformation.

   Where the Artifact touched his hair an intense red quickly consumed the rich brown of the follicles. It was as if his hair was being set aflame as the bright reds rapidly expanded around the hair of his scalp. And as their color changed, the style he had possessed was being adjusted as well. His hair was shortening, especially at the front where it once stuck out in quite a lengthy way. As it shortened, the well-kempt look was maintained but altered drastically in style. It was all sweeping backwards with a unique mix of spiky and wavy. The only possible description of it was that it was almost like a literal flame. And yet it was short, tame, perfect. 

   Concurrently, his facial structure was also changing. His jaw was rounded slightly, and the size of his head enlarged and widened to better fit his new size and demeanor. His eyes got smaller, the irises keeping that same emerald glow they had before. The bridge of his nose smoothed as the nose itself widened and lifted into a more upturned structure. The same bright red that overtook his hair entered his eyebrows, the shape of them shifting into a slender ellipse as they changed color. Finally his ears pulled themselves back slightly, the laurel wreath better nestling upon them.

   The most egregious changes came to his facial hair. The flaming reds ran down his sideburns, overtaking the brighter brown seamlessly. However, bits of his facial hair dissipated. The hairs of his mustache retracted, the area above his upper lip being left bare. His beard was also getting segmented. All that would remain was his thick sideburns, which styled into a similar spikiness to his hair, and a triangular patch of hair on his chin.

   As the last aspects of his physical changes settled, the world around him altered greatly. Reality twisted and warped, everything around him changing with ease. The sidewalk's concrete and road's asphalt was changed into a marble-tiled floor with an elegant carpet. Arising from that carpet was a set of blue sofas with a large table keeping them apart. Walls of marble arose from that floor, and behind him a massive glass pane with blue curtains hanging in front of it formed. 

   More and more furnishings materialized around the area; bookcases, statues, and plants manifesting from nothing. Directly behind him another, smaller table and an elegant throne-like chair came into existence. Lastly, a ceiling finished everything off, and a chandelier bloomed from it with ease.

   The man shakes his head, trying to shake the daze of his mind off. The burning in his hand finally subsided, and upon his palm was an image of a flaming colosseum. 

   He opens his hand, eyes drifting down to it. The insignia is familiar. His summon mark. His eyes then drift to look out the window, a massive stadium of some kind visible from where he stood.

   "Ikebukuro Stadium…" he whispered to himself.

   A door then opens and shuts softly behind him. "Master Claude, I have brought you some tea," a deep voice spoke to him.

   Claude. Right. That is his name.

   Daze dispelling, Claude turned to face the person who addressed him. A large, white lion in an elegantly designed suit stood beside him, holding out a small plate with a cup of tea upon it. Smiling, Claude softly took the plate from the lion's hand and curled a finger around the cup's handle.

   "Thank you, Snow. Your tea smells quite exquisite, as always!~"

   Snow nods. "I am always glad to hear you say that, my darling Master."

   Taking a sip of his tea, Claude moved to sit down on the chair. A feeling was prevalent in the back of his mind. A feeling of… renewed strength and pride in himself, perhaps? It's a weird thought pattern to him, but it's not unwelcomed.

   Truthfully… he preferred it.

#character tf #human tf #transformation #bara tf #male transformation #muscle growth tf #tf

[littlest-salomon]

If anyone still cares about the Wakan Tanka/Great Spirit Gate discussion:

(I haven't yet read the Invaders chapter where Wakan Tanka's alternate form and more story content is introduced; however, I did notice the reference to US settler's mass bison slaughter in his type and design)

1. Inclusion: In the context of the Housamo world, leaving out Native religions would mean that they had been destroyed and their spiritual beings dispersed or dead; in the context of Housamo as a game, leaving them out would essentially be a statement that they didn't matter as much as other Northern Hemisphere religions, which would leave the Lovecraft mythos as the only representative "religion" for North America.

2. Indigenous identity: Housamo also includes Gates for the religious cosmology of two Indigenous peoples within Japan's own borders--Ainu and Ryukyans--as well as Central American and Oceanic Indigenous worlds. If including Indigenous religions is a problem, it's much bigger than just Great Spirit.

3. Equality: Along with Indigenous religions, Christianity, Islam, Judaism, Buddhism, Hinduism, Shinto, and more are all represented in Housamo. Every character is designed to be sexy because it's still a dating game and the only ones who can't be in romantic relationships are either beyond evil, overpowered (Wakan Tanka explicitly reigns in his power to be fair to other people/divinities), walking spoilers, your character's legal guardian, and/or not romanceable yet.

4: Representation: Wakan Tanka is depicted as an all-loving, all-good ultimate divinity who chose to incarnate as a person in Tokyo to experience human life and to bring the exiled player character back to Great Spirit, which seems to be a wonderful world. Meanwhile, on the colonist side, the player character is literally Satan and the Christian Eden is written as an aggressive, exclusionary nightmare that some transients voluntarily leave as protest.

Also:

5: It's the Internet: I really doubt that many people who seek out fandoms and DM random members to say that their interest is problematic are solely motivated by social justice concerns. People love doing drive-by attacks on other social groups and fandoms online, especially if they feel like they have the moral high ground: it takes barely any effort and the "win" gives them a serotonin boost. Ironically, Mononobe's description of the App makes it unambiguous (imo) that Housamo's App battles are a metaphor for this uniquely online experience. Attack is much easier than defense: look at how long this defense of one single aspect of this game is, vs the ease of trawling the Housamo tag and choosing a target for whatever "Housamo is bad" argument they have on hand.

6: Who's Asking?: Unless they say they are, it's unlikely that any one given person complaining about Wakan Tanka is Native (note: the person who asked me about it did not claim to be Native, IIRC), even less likely that they're from a nation that worships Wakan Tanka, and even less likely that they've played Housamo long enough to ever encounter Wakan Tanka. Some people treat social justice as a hobby and criticizing video games is a lot easier and more fun than stuff like voting or donating money to reservation communities.

#housamo #tokyo afterschool summoners #housamo lore #housamo meta #wakan tanka #yes i spent over 200 days thinking about this

[huraiyra]

wait actually I want to make a list of 28 games I've played bc every time a man asks me my hobbies and I say I'm a gamer he's like "oh yeah? animal crossing doesn't count" first of all it "counts" more than call of duty or whatever so shut up how much money do you have in COD and what do you spend it on, weapon upgrades? okay idiot I invest in properties and the stock market in ACNH. die.

but anyway here's a list of 28 games (that's not animal crossing) I've played that is guaranteed to piss off annoying men:

Genshin Impact

Rhapsody: A Musical Adventure (RPG that only vaguely made it out of Japan) - played it 22 times bc I have autism

Imagine Ice Skater (9 times)

Love Nikki: Dress Up Queen

Tocca Bocca. bitch

10 Billion Wives

Dream Girlfriend & Boyfriend

Sims: Freeplay

Sumikko Gurashi and Tsum Tsum. because they sound like my name.

Housamo (gayest story/therapy game)

Love Tangle (otome)

Lost Island (otome)

Seven Hotties, All My Husbands (otome)

Kusoge (tropey otome)

Oden Cart: A Heartwarming Tale

Kim Kardashian: Hollywood

Honkai: Star Rail

Jekyll & Hyde

Card Thief

Hidden My Game By Mom (go play it rn)

Creatures Such As We (RN)

Cube Escape - Rusty Lake series

Okami and Okamiden

Hide & Seek: The Story of Dorothy (creepy pixel horror mobile game)

The Stanley Parable

Silent Hill: Shattered Memories

God of War and I don't rmbr which one bc I bricked the entire PSP halfway through

Neko Atsume Kitty Collector

#I actually wanted to make a list of all the games ive played. this is not all of them hehe. this was fun. #pipe down moppet

[bisexual-wanderer]

Hope it's not too late to ask, how didja get into Tokyo After School Summoners?

Also if ya don't mind, who's your favorite character? or favorites if you don't have a clear one.

It's not too late. Thanks for the ask @leonine-elizer , and sorry for the late reply. Anyway, I got into Housamo back in March 2021. It was a piece of Hakumen fanart I saw (too NSFW to share) that got me into the game. And I stayed for the story, characters, and big bara titties. As for my favorite character...I think it's kinda obvious.

Either way, thank you so much for the ask!

#tokyo afterschool summoners #asks #housamo #hakumen

[the-muses-are-herd]

Ganglie next? :3

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Ganglie (or Gouryu or Piggy, depending on spelling)

This is one character that it feels a lot of people kinda get wrong:

At first glance he might seem little more than the stock pervy character, kinda like his Dragon Ball counterpart, Oolong (I have not read the Journey to the West book, so can't comment on that one). But even from his first appearance, the first Sailing event, and as we see further appearances, there is way more to him.

The first thing is that he flirts, not harasses nor gropes (yes, there is a huge difference). The second is that he has a certain talent for reading people --he can spot Tyhon's issues beneath the cheery surface. Same for Seth, Li Cho… as he eventually puts it, that is his Guild's way, giving people a push in the right direction rather than calling them out over their bad habits.

He's also a jack of all trades --but not just skill. He can steer a ship, but also lead a team if he has to. He fights using water, but will use different methods if necessary.

And, since a lot of people also miss this --he's firmly established as bisexual or even pansexual. For him gender is not important, it's about People.

Hey, there is a reason he's friends with characters as different as Hanuman, Typhon --even Gyumao!

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#ask game #housamo #ganglie

[cyber-beast]

Ægir

Y E S thank you anon for this >:3

NOTP: Aegir x Benten (they’re better platonically rather than romantically imo)

BROTP: Aegir and Ahab

OTP: Aegir x Dagon

Secondary pairing: Aegir x MC

Fluffy pairing: Aegir x Dagon or MC

Angst pairing: Aegir x Ran

Favorite polyship: Aegir x Triton x Dagon or Aegir x MC x Dagon

Weirdest ship: Aegir x Surtr

#dunno if aegir x surtr is that weird but couldnt think of any other ship #ask games #aegir #housamo #tokyo afterschool summoners #my real otp is aegir x me uwu

[justlarkin]

Question of the app... My sound had being failing in HOUSAMO the sound of the background is off. Is theere and ask and question in the sevice of the app wher I can get help?

Their customer support email is [email protected] but I'm not sure of how much help they'll be in this scenario. They might just tell you to make sure you didn't turn the background music off in-game, not just your device's volume.

#ask

[kairunatic]

So, I showed some of the housamo girls to my straight friends, asking if they smash and pass and...let just say they have poor taste in girls because

One reject most girls because they dont have big badonkas yet reject Hekate because she's fat and furry. Though he did considers Melusine.

Other because they are cowards (of being labelled furry)

Though I can say Ellie and Suzuka get the most smash.

Show them Lisa from Another eidos

Trick them into thinking she's in a Straight Game

*kek*

#ask

[summocrap]

The game's nature as a bug ridden fossil has a certain charm to it. If TAS was a typical modern gacha with a large company behind it it wouldn't even be half as interesting though pity system WHEN

You know how in the Megaman remakes they ask if you want the flickering sprites?

In the Housamo remake, it'll ask if you want the 4 hour load times.

#Thank you for the ask! #Housamo #Tokyo Afterschool Summoners

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Kurogane because I have an inferiority complex and I am compensating for being the eldest sibling in my family

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[skylermadness]

Subcontracted (Itzamna TF/MC)

(Original Date of Upload: July 12, 2023)

Original Description:

A random story of mine I wrote a couple weeks back but never got to uploading until now. Laziness I guess. I mainly wrote this out because I was in a rut at the time and needed to write something to get myself in the groove of things. As a result I just wanted to write something short and not very intense in regards to what is going on and such. Plus the Guild/Affiliation feature was added to Housamo at the time and I really gravitated towards the phrasing of one of the items (whose description I used in the introduction of this story)! Funnily enough I think the Akihabara Creators are probably one of my favorite Guilds in the game. Although I had trouble deciding which of the Creators I wanted to do a TF on. The main split was between Tindalos, Itzamna, and Catoblepas, but Itzamna ended up winning out after I asked a few of my friends some stuff. Plus I feel like there's already so many Tindalos TFs; and Catoblepas wasn't that much of a mood for me at the time. So here we are! Although I might do something on Tindalos one day. I have gotten a few silly ideas in mind before... Lastly, this may be my first in-universe style TF I think I've uploaded! In-universe TFs admittedly aren't my biggest expertise, especially since they can get complicated to deal with from a storytelling standpoint. But honestly Housamo has so much going on that in-universe stuff is a bit easily to handle with it. Plus it meant I could use one of the Protagonist-types as the TFee here! In this case it's MC3. Either way, was very fun to write out. I still hope to do a lot more Housamo TFs in the future!~ ...also what species of lizard is Itzamna-

   'This contract serves as a binding agreement of temporary guild membership. Your signature signifies that the undersigned has delegated their original guild responsibilities to one of their guildmates for the time being while they themselves are temporarily recognized as an official member of the listed guild.'

   Rhys had found himself eyeing the terms and services of the contract for about… twenty minutes, was it? It felt like an eternity honestly. The behind the scenes of all the interguild stuff tends to be, though. One of the downsides of having to be the Guild Master to the Shinjuku Summoners.

   Then again, it wasn't the worst thing to think about when it came to him.

   He leans back in his seat and lets out a sigh, casually eyeing the bunker that the Summoners Guild happily call their base. With all the chaos happening between the triad calling themselves the True Guilds, it's unsurprising that a lot of the smaller guilds had found themselves creating a form of interguild alliance to fight the looming threat. It would surprise someone like Rhys, who had a lot of contacts between the fourteen or so guilds he's had contact with so far. But after the incident with the Genociders, along with all the threats that occurred after that thanks to both the Warmongers and Invaders guilds, it'd be kind of stupid not to band together simply out of survival.

   …survival.

   He leans back in and stares at the contract again. It's no doubt that the last true Guild, the Rule Makers, are planning their next move. And of course there's no doubt he'll be involved. With this in mind, a plan was developed amongst the Summoners (well, mostly Shiro) in order to stall the inevitable that was the World Representatives hunting him down to do who knows what. Admittedly it was a repeat of their plan back during the whole DOXing incident, that being having Rhys lie low with another Guild for a while. But, well, it did work that time… mostly…

   Well that's why they said it's a stalling tactic more than anything!

   The main thing that's left Rhys stumped was which Guild he'd even temporarily switch over to. The Berserkers, Missionaries, and Tycoons were a no-go due to their already noticeable prominence in the war behind Tokyo. The Outlaws and Gurus would be good choices if they were still outside the events of the Game. The Beast Tamers are too close in proximity to the Rule Makers, and the Wanderers are too close in combat.

   That only left the two guilds in what could be considered neutral zones: the Crafters in Kamata, and the Creators in Akihabara.

   The Crafters would be a good choice, but it seems evident that if a Guild wants something they'll ignore the neutral territory system. And considering how recent the incident in Shinagawa was, Rhys would rather not have to deal with being close to Invaders territory that easily for the time being.

   Then again, the Creators aren't really the best option either. Especially considering the fact their Guild Master works for the Invaders. Then again, Rhys definitely recalls the fact that said Guild Master barely kept track with the Guild itself, if at all. And considering how the Creators function, it'd be way too easy to forge another alternative identity for a short amount of time. 

   Then again, Curren did find him the last time and-

   Rhys cut his thoughts off there. Stalling for time, that's all this was meant to be. And between the Crafters and the Creators, the latter was the least risky for the time being. At least that's what he'd hope would be the case. 

   Softly exhaling, Rhys signed his name on the contract alongside the name of the Guild he was subcontracting himself out to. With that out the way, he clicked his pen shut and sat back in his chair again. Not really relieved, mainly just glad to get that out the way so the Summoners could plan out their next step. They could probably get in contact with Catoblepas tomorrow and…

   A soft itch entered his face as he thought, causing Rhys to raise up a hand and scratch it. His mind momentarily diverged as he felt a few bits of scruff beneath his fingers. Had he forgotten to shave that day…?

   In truth, and currently going unnoticed to Rhys, the suspiciously appearing stubble was a byproduct of some hairs starting to grow on his face. Soft and… white hairs.

   At the same time a swath of changes began entering his hands as well, although these were more noticeable and more rapid in formation. It started out with his nails thinning out and lengthening. The tips were sharpening at the same time, curling out over the tips of fingers. A red tone then seeped into the back of his hands, the prominent star-shaped mark on his right hand seeming to fade beneath the new hue. At the same time the fronts of both lightened to an ivory coloration as well. The size of both were also subtly increasing in size, gaining a few more centimeters in size.

   His skin was also shifting alongside these changes, softness becoming lost as the backs grew increasingly harder, the newly forming redness being a byproduct of their transformation into thick scales. Deeper red plate-like scales had also bubbled out the back of each finger and hand, a lot harder and more noticeable. All the while a softer type of scaling was what became of the skin atop his palms, giving them a much rougher texture.

   The sea of scales cascaded upwards, moving past his wrists rather quickly. Following not far behind were the almost hexagonal-shaped scute plating, emerging from the tops of each arm. As the reds and creams consumed his arm the already established muscle mass that Rhys possessed seemed to alter slightly. While his arms were already bulky they only seemed to get slightly larger and longer in size. Meanwhile the muscle mass within them seems to diminish slightly, losing its more significant tone.

   Despite that there was still a level of muscularity still remaining within each arm, his biceps and triceps still slightly stretching out the rolled up sleeves of his button-up. The scales would soon run beneath the sleeves with the scutes not far behind. And as it went beyond his deltoids and reached his shoulders, a more drastic set of changes entered his form with the scales moving closer towards his neck. A certain broadness was steadily entering his frame with a level of thickness beginning to insert itself within his neck.

   Rhys let out a deep grunt as one hand continued to scratch at his stubble, the hairs still seeming to be slowly getting longer. Meanwhile his other hand seemed to slip down to his neck and started scratching that region as well, the man noting that a level of toughness was entering his skin. 

   "Damn it, why am I so… itchy?" he inquires to himself. His mind blanks for a second before a random thought comes back. "Perhaps I need to wash out my scales… better…"

   His mind was starting to feel a little bogged down by a haze. Scales? Did he have those?? He's human, he doesn't have scales. He then stops scratching his face for a moment and lowers his arm, instantly proving his affirmations wrong.

   "I…" he then stops scratching his neck and places the other hand on his head instead, his hazy feeling in his mind intensifying. "Nngh, feeling… strange…" he croaked out, his voice deepening for a moment near the end. His eyes stayed fixed on the one unoccupied hand however. Scales… Rhys was in a paradox of it feeling so wrong and yet so… right.

   While Rhys pondered, the changes within his skin and body remained persistent. Especially as both halves reached a point of convergence on his torso. The flush of red and formation of scutes etched their way across his widening shoulders and broadening back. Meanwhile the softer cream tone of scales slowly made their way across his thickening front.

   The buttons of his shirt were straining as his form was widened, and this straining only grew in intensity as his torso shifted. His thick pectorals getting thicker, size bulking up with significant mass that they pushed into the fabric of his shirt. But it wasn't long before a second change started to enter into them with fat steadily accumulating above the muscle and causing his pecs to soften. They still attempted to squeeze into his shirt, but it seemed the extra addition to his chest caused a button to snap off and reveal the newly changed set of pectorals.

   It appeared this scattering of buttons only progressed, his shirt increasingly unable to contain his increasing size. Plastic softly pinged against the table and wall, an event being caused by his swelling abdomen. His six-pack set of abs were easily getting subsumed by fat, and that fat only got more and more prevalent as his gut grew thicker. Rounder. A significantly plumper physique in comparison to his previous body type.

   Another chorus of clothing destruction soon followed as soft, sequential rips pierced from directly behind Rhys. While bits of his shirt were already tearing against his broader lat muscles, it appeared that a small set of sharp and rigid protrusions were emerging from the middle of his back and piercing his shirt. They seemed to be relatively short spines, not unlike those that might be on a lizard, and it seemed their size only steadily grew as they moved upwards towards his neck and downwards towards his rear.

   Rhys groaned a bit, standing up from his seat with a hand placed on the table to support him. The hand he was staring at had fallen to his belly, softly squeezing the fat while feeling the scales that had overtaken it. His mind felt like a vortex of entropy, constantly confused and warped as he was unable to grasp what was going on. It didn't really leave him feeling panicked, but it did cause an immense amount of bewilderment. Humanity only felt far behind him as his mind twisted and turned, as his hand brushed against his scales and his eyes laid on his thick claws and shining scutes. A fragment of him still felt like they were not his and yet a more prominent thought pattern was overtaking that.

   And then, for a moment, Rhys' thoughts were broken as he felt a massive pressure begin to well up behind him. The chair that he had only just got up from got pushed back a bit as one of his feet knocked into it. Something was swelling from the base of his spine, and it felt unable to escape the confines of his pants as it persistently pressured up against them. Seconds pressed on as he gripped onto the table, claws digging into the wood. All his feelings of itchiness and bloating subsided as the only thing that mattered was this constantly increasing pressure behind him.

   Another rip pierced the air as the undergarments he wore seemed to tear, the steadily increasing pressure appearing to manifest as a bump that was increasing in size each passing second. And increase it did, getting bigger and bigger, growing more and more visible in the fabric of his pants. Rhys could only grunt as he felt it continuously build up until…

   Shrrp! Crash-

    A massive tear emanates from behind him, the chair that was there being knocked back into the opposing wall as well. The cause of this was a massive tail that had burst from Rhys' rear. It was long and starts off chunky while steadily thinning out the closer you get to the top. Scales like those all over his body covered the tail: rough and red on top while the bottom was cream tone. Multiple spines not unlike those on his back also adorned the top of the new limb as well.

   The changing man let out an almost euphoric sigh of relief at the feeling of his tail escape from his behind. He could even sense it slowly moving around, with him already feeling like he could easily control it as if it was his. It was his, right? It had to be…

   A couple more sounds of rippage emanate from around his waist shortly after, his girth inevitably increasing and causing the button to snap off his pants while his belt splits apart. The cream-colored scales continued to rush downwards, steadily beginning to shift positions as they moved to cascade down the back of his legs while the red scales took over the front.

   As more hard scutes thickened out from his legs, the muscles within them were doing their own thickening. His legwear was filling out as the musculature in his legs increased. Creases forming within the fabric as his thighs bulked up, quads and hamstrings growing in conjunction with each other. The overall wideness of his legs only became more prevalent as well, especially as things ran closer down to his feet. The crus of his legs broadened and the bones within his legs extended slightly, both vertically and horizontally. A certain level of strength had entered them as they grew more accustomed to holding up his new bodyweight, especially the massive tail that he now sported. 

   His shoes didn't get much time to resist as the widening of the circumference of his legs also prompted an increase of his foot size as well. Both of his footwear had only moments to try to contain his feet only for the sides to split apart after mere seconds, the toecap tearing just moments later. The golden buckle that held the shoes together seemed to creak and rupture as the shape of his feet bulged and shifted. Two of his outer toes merged together into a single one while the big toe moved positions, steadily pushing itself outwards and to the side. The size of his toes practically doubled as they grew into thick, almost sausage-sized masses. All the while the bridge of both feet swelled as the red scales made their way down and overtook both of them. Their shape lost all association with that of a human's foot, now appearing to look more like that of a lizard's. This only got solidified by the toenails transforming, growing outwards and curling into claws like his fingernails had done earlier.

   Rhys took a couple steps away from the table, unconsciously making sure to move his tail around in order to maneuver properly. He could feel his shirt stretch out a bit more as his neck thickened into a more trunk-like size, and it seemed to push his head a bit higher than it was before. 

   All the while his thoughts spiraled. All the stress and worries regarding his future in this city were being muddled, buried, and replaced with a different interpretation of the world. Of himself.

   "U-urgh, how… late is it…?" he asks himself, voice only prominently growing deeper than it was before. It was also developing a wisened tone of significant age within it.

   This was followed by another mixture of itches and pressure wracking his skull. Rhys raised a claw hand and scratched away again with his only reaction being, "I… really need to wash my scales better, eh?"

   Arising from his neck first was the swatch of cream scales, which steadily encompassed his lower jaw. The stubble that had formed on his face, some of the earliest changes he had garnered, had already reached a somewhat significant length as bits of it spiked out from his chin. More facial hair had found its way growing out the sides of his face as well, fluffing up and curling upwards as it steadily halted its growth. In sharp contrast, the red colored scales were moving up from the back of his neck. Clumps of black hair steadily shaved off as the scales took their territory. The itchiness started growing more prominent in that area as a result, causing him to scratch his scalp and slough off more and more hair. He didn't seem to notice though, as the hair faded from existence a few moments from falling off his head.

   Concurrently, the shape of his head was changing. His face pushing out into a muzzle, jawline rounding out a bit as his face pushed forward more and more. As it did so, his nose sunk into it until all that was left was nostrils at the muzzle's tip. His lower jaw steadily reshaped itself to allow a couple of his sharpening teeth to poke out from it. And as the scales moved forwards to the ends of his muzzle, one stringy whisker emerged from each side of the muzzle and lengthened, continuously doing so at a rapid rate for a couple seconds before stopping at a rather tremendous length.

   After about a minute or so everything was beginning to settle with the last fragments of the physical transformation settling within Rhys' face. His eyebrows lost their hair as the brow ridges themselves jutted outwards into a more triangular shape. His ears rapidly shrunk away until all that was left would be small holes used for auditory input. And with all his hair gone, a set of lengthy spines like the ones of his back made their way up his neck's behind before stopping a quarter of the way into his scalp.

   All that had seemed to visibly remain of his former self was his clothing, but not even that seemed to be staying for much longer. His button-up was the first to change, its rips and tears restitching together as its size increased to much better fit his body. The material of it appeared to change, white cotton slowly shifting to a brown wool. As it did so the sleeves unfurled until they reached his hands, and the split the shirt originally possessed sealed as the buttons and eyelets closed into the changing fabric. The shirt's collar shrunk away with the neck itself deepening to a V-shape. The outline of the neck, alongside the cuffs of the sleeves, gained a separate ridged wale texture to them that differentiated them from the rest of what was now a sweater. Lastly came a set of designs on the upper arms of the sleeves, darker browns composing a geometric flower-like design that was sandwiched between two bars and wrapped around once on each arm.

   Shortly after that another layer of fabric began manifesting beneath the sweater. Darker brown in coloration, equally long sleeves, very noticeable some kind of button-up as a collar arose and went around his neck while the two front panels of it poked out from the bottom. As the shirt buttoned itself up to the collar, a string-like object emerged from beneath the collar and gently wrapped around his neck while a red elliptoid gem manifested to finish the wrapping off, giving him a fancy looking bolo tie.

   The changes to his pants were a bit less complex. The material hardened to a denim while the gray coloration lightened to a blue. The legwear lengthened a bit, and the back of them repaired itself as it stitched to create a massive tail hole for his new tail. By the end of their changes, they had become a fairly accommodating pair of blue jeans. However the remains of his footwear underwent a more significant transformation, the torn up remains stretching wrapping around his feet in mere seconds. The brown leather retained its coloration, although its material seemed to alter a bit to something softer. The wrecked buckle fixed and softened as well, becoming a set of strings for the shifting footwear. Perhaps the most different change was the extra toecap though, wrapped around his dew claws and completing his new set of loafers.

   The newly manifested lizard blinked his eyes, white sclera changing to golf while both pupils became slits. Memories and thought processes and perceptions were ending their shifts as everything was grinding to a halt. His own name seemed to change in his mind as it changed to fit this new identity.

   Itzamna…

   Itzamna finally comes to, a slight haze still evident in the older reptile's mind. "Mmph, did I stay up late grading again…?"

   He then looks around, slowly coming to the realization that this isn't his abode. It did have a sense of familiarity at first, but that sense was evidently fleeting the longer he stood there. Although there was a part of him saying this appeared to be a Guild Bunker of some kind. Although it was definitely different from the one the Akihabara Creators were supplied with.

   "Now how did I get myself here?" he said with a hum. He tried to recall the last thing he did before waking up here but his mind was a bit too bogged to properly get something back. Guess he'd just have to find the nearest exit and walk himself back home then.

   With that in mind the anthropomorphic reptile began his search for the bunker's exit, unaware of the events that had ensued to bring him here. He was also left oblivious to the paper that had sat on the table that was just a few inches away from him, said paper now possessing an unnoticed sentence written beneath the signature line.

   'With your signature, your transfer as a member of the selected guild will last a maximum of one month.'

   …and with that, Rhys' one month journey as a member of the Akihabara Creators began.

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