#I love this game so much like holy shit

[spookybeandoodle]

Blue Skies~!

Recently replayed the portal series after years of not playing it and now I’m sucked back in to my obsession of this series. It’s sooooo gooooood! So I did a doodle to celebrate me getting back intoy obsession with Portal! There’s a bit of a reference to a certain *cough cough* popular fanfic-

[kitamars]

hhhnhhghgjjghgugujgutuutghn piskin……..

[divine-draws]

oh god there's so much to explain but this is for a hunger games au. some seriously toxic billford... lmk if yall wanna know more about it

[awriternamedart]

Narukami Yu wasn't the touchy type. He wasn't against it or anything, it just wasn't really his vibe most of the time.

That was, until Hanamura Yosuke came into his life.

Yosuke wasn't a big touchy person by any means— he was actually pretty distanced from a lot of the people around him. Chie, Yukiko— he rarely came into physical contact with them. Even when Kanji, Teddie, Rise, and Naoto came into the picture, his gestures never went beyond fistbumps or the occasional handshake.

In fact, the most he had really noticed was that he was okay with giving Nanako a piggyback ride.

Which is why, when Naoto came up to him as they were finishing up preparations with that simple observation, it threw Yu for a loop.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean that Hanamura is far closer to you then the rest of the group." They said, rather plainly. It was if they were stating just simple fact, like 'you can breathe air.' "You and him often exist in each others personal space. I'm surprised you two don't have a duel tactic like Amagi and Satonaka, or him and Teddie."

Yu had kind of blanked on them, admittedly, humming noncommittally before Naoto turned the subject back to their tactics for battle. But it had circulated around in his mind, suddenly becoming far more aware of his partner's antics.

Like whenever they were idling at Junes' for some reason, Yosuke would be leaning towards him, if not on him if Yu was sitting down. Or he'd sidle right next to him and elbow him in the side to get his attention, or constantly be next to him whenever they were resting or sitting or in preparation phases. It was a little embarrassing as he became so aware of how close Yosuke simply just resided near him— but it wasn't anything he couldn't handle.

Until he realized Yosuke had stopped.

It was strange. There was this chill that seemed to permeate when he first noticed it. It began not long after Naoto had brought it up to him, when Yosuke seemed to suddenly disappear from his side. It wasn't that far away, he was still nearby, but now there was this distance. It was unfamiliar, chilling.

He didn't like it. Not one bit.

Yosuke seemed surprised when Yu divvied up the exploration team into pairs this time around, and took Yosuke with him. It wasn't meant to be any sort of serious mission, he was just looking for some items for some people, but when even Rise and Teddie were paired up to scope out the place, it was a little concerning.

Especially when Yu took Yosuke as his partner for this investigation.

They were barely a few rooms in when Yu suddenly pulled them to a stop for a break. Yosuke had barely even broken a sweat from the two fights they had gotten into, wiping his blades clean as he looked to his partner, who had sheathed his own blade and set it aside.

"You good, partner? If I didn't know better, I'd say you made up a ruse for us to hang out!" He had to poke fun a little, but genuine concern colored his voice. Yu cracked a faint smile at that before he set his sword down. "Seriously, Yu— whats going on-!?"

His voice taped off into a small squeak when Yu suddenly collapsed on top of him, arms loosely wrapped around Yosuke's waist. A small sigh escaped him as he shoved his face into Yosuke's shoulder with a faint murmured apology.

"Sorry."

"Woah-hahah- a little close there, Yu— the others, they could— you uh- you— whats going on-?" Yosuke scrambled to gather his words, idly pushing on Yu's body to no avail. He gave up after a few seconds, stiffly just standing still, "Seriously, whats with you??"

Yu seemed to pause for a second, though he didn't budge much. If anything, his embrace got tighter.

"You've been avoiding me."

Yosuke flinched immediately, and Yu knew he had hit the nail on the head. So it had been purposeful.

"Geez, you- you noticed that..?" Yosuke murmured, ears turning a vibrant red. before his voice got a little bit louder. "Whaddya mean, partner? I haven't— been avoiding you. I'm right here!"

Yu stood up just enough to give Yosuke an unimpressed look, he had heard him clear as day, and Yosuke took all but two seconds to crumble, sheepishly folding his arms as Yu finally stepped away.

"Sorry, partner— I thought you wouldn't notice.."

"So you were avoiding me." Yu put his hands in his pockets, bangs drifting as he tilted his head to the side.

"I wasn't avoiding. I was just— putting more distance so you weren't uncomfortable!" He stumbled over his words, trying to brush his hair out of his face. "Naoto asked me about it so I figured you must look uncomfortable or something, so I just—"

"Did I ever say I was?"

Yosuke's face got redder.

"N-no, but—.. no. No, you never said anything." He gave up trying to defend himself under Yu's pointblank stare, hanging his head. Yu at least chuckled a little, getting Yosuke to glare at him— which only got amusement in return.

"What did Naoto say? They only mentioned that you were closer to me then the rest of the group when they talked to me." Yu had to admit he was a little curious. While Naoto was a valuable asset to the team and was only attempting to connect by sharing their examinations, Yu knew Yosuke would probably overthink it just that little bit.

"Sh- they only said somethin about me only really bein touchy with you. Or something like that." He looked to the side, pushing his headphones up a little. "It was a- wait, they said something to you as well?"

Yu nodded.

"They had mentioned to me their surprise that we didn't have a joint attack, and that you and Teddie instead had one instead of me and you." He rolled his neck a little, before looking bacl to Yosuke with some sort of forlorn look on his face. "Can I hug you again?"

"Wh— dude, seriously?!"

"You haven't been near me in a week and a half. I miss you." Yu's plainspoken nature never failed to throw Yosuke off guard. He said whatever he wanted to, with this same sort of smoothness that made it seem like no matter what the words were, he was going to be right. Yosuke could only stare at him blankly, cheeks burning a brighter red by the second, before he relented under Yu's stare, groaning.

"…you can't say stuff like that, partner." He put his arms out, Yu's face lighting up with the barest shift in his calm expression. Almost immediately he was melting back into Yosuke, this time his face nearing Yosuke's neck, arms tighter as Yosuke hesitantly put his hands on Yu's back. "Not to me.."

"Why not? Its the truth. Why would I deny you the truth?" Yu was genuine, but he couldn't see the scarlet that drowned Yosuke's face and neck, the tips of his ears matching the rosy red as his heart raced, faster then he had even at the riverbank. He didn't respond to Yu's question, instead just curling his hands into fists and holding onto Yu's school uniform jacket.

Hate it as he may, he had missed their casual intimacy too.

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Casual Touch - awriternamedart

p4g has gripped me so tight im about to pop its not funny anymore

[moeblob]

What's an otome?

You read a picture book to romance fictional characters, anon.

(for reference: on page 2 the second panel characters are from Steam Prison. Vita touch mechanic mention is Bad Apple Wars and the sexism call outs is in Sweet Fuse.)

I struggle personally with the self-insert intended otome because I look at characters and go "that's my son now" and I can't romance my son! That's why I prefer games with a designated design and some bare-bones personality protags. THEY can romance my son.

[svtskneecaps]

see everyone worried and fretted and panicked and yet quesadilla island looked at pepito and went

[kreemakai]

Fallout 4 is one of my favorite games, so I'm pumped to see a bunch of people coming back to it after watching the Fallout show on Amazon.

So, in case you're new here (or just haven't experienced this masterpiece yet)

Here's a 2 hour long, wacky ass adventure involving some of the original voice actors from Fallout 4. Nick Valentine, Hancock, and Danse all make prominent appearances, with a quick cameo from MacCready! This shit gets wild, y'all.

[yourdeepestfathoms]

as hyped as i am for P3, i’m so scared that the fandom will sideline and ignore Clara even more than she already has been

[hellishgayliath]

OH MY GODDDD VENGEANCE SAGA WAS SO GOOOOOODDDD!!!!! I WAS SO HYPED FOR IT TO COME OUT AND NOW IM VALIDATED FOR BEING HYPED THAT SHIT WAS STRAIGHT FIRE

[thegreatyin]

How did you manage to handle not one, but FOUR separate accounts in fl? I recently made the account for my HD little guy but having to do the tutorial again just seems miserable

there's... weirdly several answers to that question, actually??

a HUGE part of it is due to the way FL is structured. the 10-minute action timer is a core part of the game on a fundamental level, and the fact that i can very easily run out of stuff to do on one character and thus have an excuse to quickly and easily swap to another is just... convenient? satisfying? i'm not entirely sure how to explain it. the fact that i can make progress even while i am fundamentally simultaneously Not Making Progress is like pure dopamine for my freak insane awful little brain. there's just something really pleasing about spending all of my actions pursuing The Goal Of The Day™ on one account before casually swapping to another and doing the same without feeling like i'm wasting time or acting to the first account's explicit detriment. the downtime helps! the recharge time helps! the structure really really works!!

i'm technically only actively playing three, maybe two accounts minimum. the only reason the fourth (the one that'll be my future BaL playthrough) currently exists at all is so i can get his earlygame completely out of the way now and not have to waste time running through it all later, when what i actually want to do is play the ambition i've made myself wait a full year to play. and also getting free goodies as seasonal stuff happens,, something something surprise tools to help us later. the only two accounts i'd say i'm really "actively playing" at the moment are caeru and lark- and of the two, lark takes the most priority, since his ambition is the one i'm currently pursuing in earnest. for a couple months now- despite being My Main FL Character- the scoundrel has actually been pretty inactive on a gameplay front outside of the occasional progression in TLC and discordance content. purely by virtue of having Very little left to do outside of Very long-term grinds and vanities. they're in their "now what?" "now you can start playing the game" era. they've graduated to previous protagonist background cameo in a sequel anime series. they're like the yin FLPC equivalent of red at the top of mount silver. they're Literally just vibing rn. i only keep posting about them regardless because i'm insane and i will never ever ever ever ever let that bat go. but yeah, big TLDR, outside of doing the bare minimum to keep making waves/notability up every week, i'm not actually spending that much time on accounts i'm not currently actively interested in playing. and that accounts for way more gaming spoons than you might think.

i have a virtually lifelong history of playing MMOs, especially and specifically world of warcraft. i was born in the endless grind for useless video game pixel vanities and/or bragging rights. molded by it. you all have merely adapted to doing the same piece of content a pointlessly excessive amount of times for literally no reason besides whimsy and folly. me? i've done my time. i've served my sentence. i've spent weeks doing the original burning crusade netherwing dailies. i've devoted days to running praetorium over and over and over again, back-to-back, nonstop, long before square enix cut it in half and made it NOT take at minimum an hour and a half per run. i've perfected my silverwastes + auric basin goldfarming strategies. i've (almost) crafted dragonwrath tarecgosa's rest. i've killed the sha of anger so many times its dying scream of agony is embedded into the very fabric of my being. ""only"" doing making your name content four times over? that is nothing to me. it means nothing to me. it is so infinitesimal i can do the persuasive seduction quests in my sleep. it's not a matter of handling misery, or having the capacity, or even sighing as i remember the brass embassy raid segment of the watchful questline seriously i don't know why i keep forgetting that exists or what even is my problem with it i just am so consistently mildly inconvenienced by it and its highly specific resource requirements and it is the worst thing ever. maybe i'm just so used to the scoundrel's near-infinite money and troves of disposable items that i've completely forgotten what being poor is like. despite having done that step 3 fucking times now. ahem. anyway. i have transcended the feeble mortal bindings of my resistant-to-grinding flesh and ascended to a higher plane of enlightenment, they may call me insane but they will be the ones left laughing when they see what that "insanity" has wrought, i've usurped them, i've usurped them all-

hacks and coughs and awkwardly clears my throat. i mean. uh. um. Ahem.

the empress' court artistry + tales of the university nerfs helped too.

[nyaningthroughlife]

Getting into the All For The Games Fandom is so wild. Like, I came in, saw a bunch of art, and thought: "Damn, this sport book has a bunch of angsty fans." Read the the book, and oh hey, turns out that wasn't fanon.

[valkyurii]

it’s funny how things have gone full circle with malenia. she was so hated when the game first came out, but then people grew to like her. then the dlc came out and now people hate her again lmao

[phasewashere]

i need to write vdm

[hailsatanacab]

Are you still doing the wip ask game? If so, can i ask about number 5?

I love this one and I'm so embarrassed that it's still a wip oh no!!!! This should have been completed a long time ago to celebrate hitting 1,000 followers but uh... it sorta snowballed into way more than I thought it would and this cute little oneshot is now way more than that. Whoops.

It started as a @stealingyourbones prompt that I added on to, which you can read here! Then I posted a wee little wip wednesday sneak peek, and this snippet (is it still a snippet if it's over 1k words?) carries on from there :)

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Danny doesn’t join him for what is, unexpectedly, a pretty great meal.

“Holy shit, you guys,” he murmurs, wiping his mouth with a napkin. "You’re missing out.”

“Come on, Jay, it can’t be as good as the Big Bat Deluxe.” Dick whines in his ear. “You love those.”

“No, I love the Red Hot Hood Bites. That’s all I get at Bat Burger, and don’t let me hear you telling the others that I get anything else.”

“Please, Jason, don’t think we don’t have everyone’s BB order on file, who do you think you’re talking to?”

“Fuck off, Timbits. Go eat at Red Robin.”

“Hey, fuck you!”

Jason elects to tune out the ensuing list of threats in favour of finishing his burger. He’s heard them all before and he’s like 80% sure that Tim won’t actually hide his body in a Red Robin—if only because it wouldn’t take the World’s Greatest Detective to figure out who did it and he'd be so deep in the fucking shit that he may as well join Jason.

Aside from the food (seriously, that sauce! He’s going to need to rustle up a copycat or something, he can’t leave here without a recipe), the Nasty Burger is a pretty sad affair.

It’s a little run down, the vinyl covers on the seats peeling and suspiciously sticky, and incredibly quiet. The only other people around are the two teens behind the counter, bored and on their phones, and two kids, probably around Danny’s age, sitting in the corner quietly arguing amongst themselves. There’s an ungodly amount of food in front of them, but only the guy seems to be eating.

Jason sighs and looks at the rapidly cooling Supremely Nasty Meal meant for Danny. Taking a few of the fries won’t hurt, will it?

He peels the paper bag away from the greasy mess and digs in. Huh, they really skimped on his lot, there’s only like half a carton in here.

“So, you gonna bring us back something or are we going to have to starve?”

“Haven’t decided yet.”

“What a shame,” Timbo starts, with a theatrical air, “for I am still trying to decide whether or not to tell you everything I’ve learnt about the Fentons. Perhaps we could come to some sort of arrangement?”

“You finally made yourself useful and got through those firewalls?”

“Yeah, once I managed to get my hands on a native laptop. It’s weird, but whatever was keeping out my tech lets anything bought directly from Amity in. Having such localised security—to the point where even my stuff can’t penetrate?— is beyond strange. I don’t like it.”

Jason leans back, and reaches for Danny’s milkshake, finding it surprisingly light when he lifts it up. Seriously, what is with the half portions here? He turns round and glares at the spotty teen behind the counter, who doesn’t look up from his phone. Whatever. It's not like Danny’s going to drink it anyway.

Looks like the two kids in the corner have made up, if their stifled laughter is anything to go by. Most of their own food is gone now, too, so perhaps the real reason it’s called the Nasty Burger is because they stiff you on the food.

“This place is weird.” says Dick, in a rare case of being right.

“You don’t know the half of it…” Tim sighs but doesn’t offer up anything else.

Jason’s been trying his best to ignore it.

The weirdness, that is.

There’s an electrical charge in the air so strong it almost feels like he’s swimming through static. Each breath makes his steps bounce like he’s walking on the moon. If he turns too quickly, if he stands up too fast, his head spins like he's breathing too much oxygen.

No matter what Tim thinks he knows, it’s not the full weirdness of Amity Park, Jason's sure about that. Being here itches under his skin, and he resolves not to delve any deeper into it. Not with the way the green swims on the edges of his vision. 

The sooner they figure out what’s happening here, the better.

“What’s your price?” 

“Two Supremes and a six pack of Nasty Nuggies. Cake shake with two shots of espresso.”

Jason rolls his eyes as Dick splutters in concern.

“Shake and espresso? Tim, you have a problem.”

“It’s just a frappuccino. There’s no difference.”

“Then get a frappuccino.”

“I want a shake.”

“Then there's a difference! And the difference is that Alfred will kill us for enabling you!”

“As riveting as watching Timberly’s mental and physical wellbeing disappear before our very eyes is, what’s your info?”

“The same for me, please!” Dick butts in, yet again. “Except with a coke instead, because I’m normal.”

Both Tim and Jason snort. 

“Yeah, not gonna touch that. Tim, info, come on.”

“Alright, alright. Hey, so, what’s your favourite thing about being adopted?”

“Tim, I swear to God, if you don’t get to the point right now, I’ll—”

“You’re right! It’s that none of us are actually related to you.”

“And yet somehow, I’m still stuck with you all. Point, Tim, get to it.”

He grabs the burger meant for Danny and begins to unwrap it. If he has to listen to Tim being all smug about whatever he’s found out, he’s doing it with a burger in hand.

“Did you know that Willis Todd’s Great-Great-Great-Great-Great Grandfather was a Nightingale?”

“What’s a Nightingale? Aside from the obvious.”

“A Nightingale is about two generations away from becoming a Fenton.”

“Oh, what the fuck? You cannot be serious!”

“Serious as a cake shake with two espressos in it.”

“No, my… Someone ate my other fucking burger!”

Danny’s burger has a huge, bite-sized chunk taken out of it. Literal teeth marks in the bun. A slice of tomato slops limply onto the table, painting his shirt with splatters of weak tomato juice, the red half moon taunting him. Sauce dribbles out mournfully.

The two kids in the corner are staring openly now, faces red with how hard they’re laughing.

Jason sinks into his chair with a groan.

This fucking town. 

Is this how they treat outsiders? Take bites of their burgers while they laugh on—but then why only do it to his spare and not both meals? The teenagers behind the counter aren't even paying any attention, so why bother pulling a prank like this if you're not going to—

Danny.

Jason whips his head around as if he can catch the invisible little shit, but just like on the street, there's no sign of him.

Has he been here the whole time, invisibly eating the food Jason offered him? Except the packaging was still perfectly wrapped, the sticker still attached, how in the hell had he managed to eat the burger without damaging it? Did he get to it in the kitchen? Or does he—

“Wait, hold up. What the fuck did you just say?”

[inky-quilled-dragon]

Me: gets the ace attorney trilogy when it comes onto PS+

Me: wow edgeworth and phoenix sure do have an interesting dynamic!

Me, two seconds later: wait a minute.

Me, in case 4: WAIT A MINUTE

Me, in Justice for All: WAIT A DIDDLY DARNED MINUTE

Me, on the last case of Justice for All: holy crap this is. Wow. Like—wow. When does it stop being subtext?

Me, popping onto the TV Tropes ho-yay page out of curiosity: haha let’s see what the rest of the internet thinks

Me, two seconds later: Ah. We all saw it then?

Me, another two seconds later: wow and i haven’t even gotten to the best parts yet.

[nen-shin-impact]

oh tumblr you’re in for a honkai star rail autism ramble

i’m writing a fic (bc ofc i am) and “imbibitor” was obviously underlined as wrong. i hovered over it and it wants to correct to the word “imbibition.” i’ve never heard the word before so as all writers do i looked up the definition.

according to google:

“[imbibition is] the absorption of one substance by another, in particular the uptake of water by a plant or seed.”

the absorption of one substance by another

in the way dan feng and yingxing fucked with the ambrosial arbor and how they both absorbed its power?

the way dan feng accidentally split his power between two beings (dan heng and bailu), leaving them to absorb his destructive capabilities or cloudhymn magic respectively?

dan heng re-absorbing said residual power, the power of the high elder that should not even be his, to help save the luofu?

the fact that imbibitor’s lunae’s basic attack is a lotus, a plant in which the flower petals cannot absorb water????

and the fact that the -or in imbibitor means he is the one doing the absorbing instead of being absorbed, breaking the chains of what nature dictates (in terms of lotuses and water) to save the home that cast his previous incarnation out, unknowing if he would be welcome or even killed on sight—

i’m. i’m actually going fucking insane this is so fucking cool this is SO COOL i cannot express how feral i am being