#I’m replaying the game so I’m gonna post a lot of these

[allyouneediskilly]

Deathloop (2021) by Arkane Lyon

Colts apartment/Julianna’s telescope

[infestedslime]

I’ve been replaying through the dark souls games (I finished one and am almost done with 2) and man. Casting dex builds are a lot easier for me than pure strength

[xavalav]

ougwaudgshh. just beat bloodborne. having SO many thoughts rn.

[zyk1ng]

I was gonna make this post way way earlier but I forgot lol but Uhm

I have played through the splatoon 2 story fully and am replaying it (for a future post bc a lot of the dialogue is rlly funny) and honestly while I absolutely loved it it makes me even sadder that splat 2’s story mode was kinda tossed aside (for valid reasons ofc) because it’s so Cool.

Excluding the gameplay, I think they did marie so well, because she sells the desperation of someone who’s got nobody she knows by her side. While she of course keeps the sassy attitude of sneak dissing her best friends (agent 3) and also telekinetically telling you to fuck off if you talk to her too much it’s very clear she genuinely cares so much about agent 4 and is so grateful they’re doing what they do.

these are only two screenshots of 8(?) of Marie randomly being really sentimental to 4 because this stranger chose to help her in her time of need rather than just ignore this GROWN WOMAN hanging out on a sewer drain

It’s like heavily emphasized multiple times that Marie could not be more grateful for 4’s help in retrieving not just the zapfish but also her cousin.

But then revealing that 4 knew about Callie the WHOLE TIME (I have a lot to say about this part but it’s mostly hc so) which is so KIND OF THEM???? this random woman recruits them into a secret military agency and hides the fact she rlly misses her cousin but they help anyway bc they WANT TO. (They didn’t even know either of them were famous btw) Marie shows a lot of gratitude toward 4 ESPECIALLY after the big reveal.

(You could make arguments for 3 being similar bc an old kook made them do it but this isn’t about them..)

And it’s not just being grateful for the one time, she genuinely enjoys 4’s company and wants to be better friends with them and chat after the zapfish and Callie are saved 😭😭😭

It’s so cute too, because 100%ing the game and even just being a little nosy is something that Marie picks up on, and remembers way later in the game. (More abt this later)

god I love this socially inept squid woman and her adopted child soldier that likes finding pieces of paper

Speaking of said soldier! I think the way they characterized 4 via the actual gameplay rather than art/statements/whatever is so cool

4 doesn’t have many illustrations besides the chaos splatfest and that one group photo where they’re being funky in the corner (and the apartment) but I feel like the reason for that is the fact that a lot of Marie’s dialogue as well as how splatoon 2’s hero mode is structured/designed speaks a lot about how they wanted to represent 4.

From a realistic standpoint, of course splatoon 2’s story mode has to be more creative both prompt wise and secret wise. But it feels like the reason its that way is because both 4 and Marie are separate types of people from Craig and 3.

The bosses help a lot with this too, being more gimmicky and weird (subtracting stamp.) Octo shower and samurai being bosses where you have to either react well or change your positioning to effectively beat them. (Octo shower is my fave btw I loved fighting it the first time)

The level design also shines in this aspect because if I’m honest I remember none of the splat 1 levels significantly besides the few octoling ones. Splatoon 2’s levels are very detailed (and also insanely pretty) and have some rlly fun puzzles in a handful of them and even the more fast ones are a blast to play through

And then all the little extras (sardiniums and scrolls alike) are hidden so well and you usually have to go out of your way to find them and even the secrets that aren’t either of those things have substance

Small note, a lot of extras are also made so that it flows well with the levels design (like the first dualie request mission) which is also extremely fucking cool.

the way marie touches on those little discoveries is so smart too because it (as I said before) characterizes 4 as someone who loves to look for things even if it’s on a whim especially since the sunken scrolls in the game are so much harder to find than in splat1.

And the fact that unlike splat 1, you can (technically) 800% the game by playing EVERY SINGLE LEVEL WITH EVER SINGLE WEAPON TYPE. to me it feels like it deepens the fact that 4 likes to be really thorough. marie goes “you have a problem.” When you break like two hidden egg crates in this one level and it’s so great.

I love what they’ve done with 4, whether it was intentional or I’m over-analytical.

Nothing gets past them, looking in every nook and cranny whether or not there’s secrets to be found. They’re too nosy and thorough and they like to be around marie after completing missions, they don’t know who the squid sisters are, hate balloons, may or may not be ok, have impulsive secret finding, partake in many extracurriculars, can be needy at times, go with the flow and they apparently smell better than agent 3.

Agent four, of the New Squidbeak Splatoon.

[blueshirtjamie]

"Slut!" // J. Hughes

In which Jack and the reader decide to go public with their blossoming relationship, only to discover that the internet can be a cruel place. Is all of it really worth it? (Inspired by the masterpiece of a vault track Taylor gave us.)

Warnings: mentions of alcohol, insults (the title is slut after all), not proofread so please pardon any small errors!

Word count: 1.9k

A/N: I honestly don't know Jack's personality very well so hopefully I did an okay job of characterizing him. I hope you enjoy this! My requests are always open :)

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Everyone wants him, that was my crime

You had been dating New Jersey’s star young forward, Jack Hughes, for some time now– but it was a complete secret. Jack was one of the NHL’s biggest names because of his insane talent on the ice. And, much to your chagrin, he was also one of the most crushed-on players in the league. His ocean-blue eyes and sweet smile charmed anyone who laid eyes on him, and you were so afraid of what people would say if they found out that you two were an item. New Jersey Devils fans, and Jack Hughes fans in particular, were nothing if not protective and could be so mean online. You liked Jack a lot–you two had so much fun together, always laughing and doing fun things, and you didn’t want the world to break you two apart. You were afraid to share Jack, something you had shared with him from the start of your relationship. The Tweets, Tumblr posts, and Instagram accounts dedicated to your boy ignited a jealous and protective streak in you, but it was the price you’d have to pay to stay with Jack– and one you’d pay willingly. 

Aquamarine, moonlit swimmin' pool// What if all I need is you?

“I think we should go public soon, babe,” Jack said one night as you two were taking a late-night dip in your backyard pool. You swam over to him and put your arms around his neck, planting a small kiss on his lips. 

“ I don’t know, Jack,” you said. “I’m just so scared of what people will say. What if all I need is you? No one else’s opinions and validation, just my boy?” You gave him a small smile. 

“I know you’re scared, baby,” he replied. “But I want to show you off to the world. Everyone deserves to see my pretty girl and learn all about you and your kind heart.”

You blushed, and a sigh escaped you. 

“Okay,” you conceded. “If you’re sure, J, then I trust you.” 

Jack smiled, pulling you in for a long, slow kiss. The kind that made your stomach flutter and your heart melt. 

Got love-struck, went straight to my head// Got lovesick all over my bed

The moonlit swim replayed in your head as you two lay in bed that night. Jack had been sound asleep next to you, softly snoring, for a while now. You, on the other hand, were wide awake, your mind racing. “I want to show you off to the world,” you heard on loop. The sweet facial expression Jack gave you as you said it. The soft kiss that had quickly heated up. God, you loved kissing Jack, and with each kiss, you felt yourself falling deeper and deeper for him. Each sweet word from his pretty lips intensified your feelings. There was no denying it— you were falling in love with Jack Hughes, and he was right. It was time for the world to finally know. 

The next morning, you sat next to Jack in bed as he scrolled through photos of you guys, trying to find the perfect few to post on his Instagram. Finally, you settled on three– a shot of you two post-game, one with the city skyline in the background, and a selfie of you kissing his cheek. Your heart pounded as Jack typed out the caption: “my whole heart ❤️”. He pressed “post” and you took a deep breath. 

“I could throw up,” you said, curling into Jack’s side. He held you close, placing a gentle kiss on your head. 

“Everyone is gonna love you, babe, I don’t know how they couldn’t.” 

And I break down, then he's pullin' me in// In a world of boys, he's a gentleman

As it turns out, the internet was a cruel place, and not everyone loved you. While the comments on Jack’s post were mostly positive, especially the ones from teammates and other players, others were not so nice. The words “slut”, “puck bunny”, “clout chaser”, and “bitch” floated around a lot, and so you found yourself doom scrolling through social media, reading every comment you could find. Your photos were reposted time and time again on various accounts, and it was overwhelming. Tears welled in your eyes and you tried hard to hold them back, but you were unsuccessful. Once they started falling, they just wouldn’t stop. Jack walked around the corner into your bedroom to find you a sobbing mess. He took your phone from your hands, powered it off, and took both of your hands in his. 

“We’re done with that for today, okay?” he said gently. He pulled back the covers on your bed and helped you get in before getting in himself, pulling your body into his. 

“They’re being so mean, Jack,” you said between sobs. “I knew it was a bad idea, I knew it!” 

Jack shushed you gently, wiping your tears with his thumb. 

“Those people don’t matter, love. What matters is that you’re mine, and I’m going to protect you like my life depends on it. You and me, that’s all that matters, okay?”

You nodded as a sob racked through your body. Jack held you like that, whispering reassurances and stroking your hair until you calmed down, your breathing becoming more even and your cries fading out. He handed you a box of tissues from the nightstand and smiled at you as you dabbed at your eyes and blew your nose. 

“I’m sorry baby,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper. 

Jack cupped your face with both of his hands, looking you in your eyes. 

“Hey, there’s nothing to apologize for, baby,” he said. “At some point, you get used to any kind of comments about you and block them out. I forgot that not everyone can ignore it like I’ve learned to. I’m gonna protect you, okay? I mean it. I will tell you time and time again how amazing you are, and I’ll make sure they know it too.” He kissed you gently, and you melted into him. 

I said, "It might blow up in your pretty face"// I'm not sayin', "Do it anyway"// But you're going to

After an afternoon spent snuggling up to Jack and watching movies, you were calm, and the comments had drifted from your mind. Let them talk, you thought. As long as I have my boy, that’s all that matters. 

“Let’s go out tonight,” Jack said, looking at you, his face lit up in excitement. 

“Jack…” you started, an air of uncertainty in your voice. 

“No, I mean it. Let’s go out and be seen, show people that their comments don’t matter in the slightest. Let’s go have fun and get your mind off things, ya know?”

You sighed deeply, contemplating. You could dress up, go out, and have some fun with your boy, or you could stay in bed and sulk. Okay, you thought. Let’s do this. 

“Okay,” you said, looking at Jack and smiling. “But if it blows up in your pretty face, don’t say I didn’t warn you, babe.”

His elation visibly grew as his smile widened. 

“Okay!” He said, placing a gentle kiss on your lips. “Let’s get ready, then.”

But if I’m all dressed up, they might as well be lookin' at us// And if they call me a slut, you know it might be worth it for once// And if I'm gonna be drunk, I might as well be drunk in love

So there you were, dressed in a sexy little black dress that hugged your curves and showed off your best assets, your hair and makeup done up. You felt confident, you felt strong, you felt… hot. Jack agreed, whistling at you as you rounded the corner and stepped into his view. 

“Wow, babe,” he said, taking you in. “You are absolutely stunning. I can’t wait to show my girl off,” he smiled, taking your hand and spinning you in a small circle. He pulled you in then, both his hands on your waist, and gave you a long, slow kiss. You melted into him and deepened the kiss. After pulling away, you took in the sight of Jack. Black pants and blazer paired with a crisp white button-down and black tie, hair mussed up in just the right way that you loved on him. 

“You’re not so bad yourself,” you smiled, meeting his eyes with your own. He smiled back, that charming, bright smile that gave you butterflies every time. 

“Ready to go?” he asked. You nodded confidently. 

“We look so good,” you said. “They might as well be looking at us, right?” 

Jack laughed. “That’s my girl.”

The bar was busy on a Friday night, as was expected, so you two were able to grab a drink inconspicuously, blending into the crowd. Jack kept a hand around your waist the entire time, gently guiding you through the sea of people drinking, mingling, and dancing. You two found a table to stand at and people-watched, chatting and laughing together. It felt good to be out, to be dressed up, to feel confident. Your conversation was soon interrupted by a man, clearly already a few drinks in.

“Oh my god,” he shouted over the music. “Jack Hughes!” 

He clapped a firm hand on Jack’s back. 

“Can I take a picture with you?” he asked, more as a warning, as his phone quickly obscured Jack’s face as he leaned in for a selfie. 

Just as soon as he arrived, he was gone. 

“So it begins,” Jack said, a tone of annoyance in his voice. “I bet that picture is already on Twitter.” 

He took his phone out to check social media, and you leaned close to him, peering over his shoulder. He placed a hand on your lower back, scrolling through his mentions with the other hand. Sure enough– a grainy, dimly lit photo of you two in candid conversation had been posted by a hockey “news” account. 

Jack Hughes spotted with his new girlfriend at a Newark bar! (via @jacklukequinn)

Somehow, this didn’t bother you at all. If you were gonna dress up, they should be looking at you. You two were a hot couple, and the world deserved to see. If they called you a slut, or a puck bunny, or a clout chaser, so what? It was worth it. You had Jack– what they all wanted– so it was worth it. You had the boy who melted your heart with his charming smile, made you feel beautiful with his kind compliments, and kissed you like no one else ever had. If you were gonna get drunk, you might as well be drunk in love, too. You took Jack’s hand, looking him in his eyes. 

“Come on baby, I wanna dance,” you said, a smile creeping onto your face. 

Takin’ your time in the tangerine neon light, this is luxury// You're not sayin' you're in love with me// But you're goin' to

You led Jack to the dance floor, throwing your arms around his neck as he placed his hands on your hips. You swayed them to the beat, moving as close to him as you could be. The world around you faded– the words, the people, the thoughts, the insecurity, all fading away as you danced and the alcohol set in. It was just you and Jack, the neon lights of the bar casting his face in a tangerine glow. He looked at you lovingly, his eyes soft and his smile sweet. You laughed, pulling him close to place a kiss on his delicious lips. This, this right here was all you needed. All that mattered. Just you and Jack, falling in love. If they called you a slut, it truly might be worth it for once.

[wooahaeruby]

Chapter 21: Stupid Games

Chapter Word Count: 4,950

TW

1) mentions of date-r*pe drugs 2) Cheating? not really but it's complicated 3) Language lmao people got some curse words 4) My sanity being gone.

Gonna be honest here, I dropped off the face of the earth and forgot to post

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“Mouse?” Hearing Sona’s voice when the bathroom door opened was such a relief. 

Without your phone (Seokmin took it for safekeeping), you were unsure how long you were sitting in the stall, collecting yourself. You had been replaying the entire confrontation and how it could have gone terribly wrong at any given moment. It took no time for the anxiety to go away but it took longer for the anger to simmer down. 

You told yourself you would have done worse if given the opportunity. Part of you wanted to grab the back of his head and slam it into the counter but that would have been too much. 

“I’m here.” 

You unlocked the stall and stepped out, meeting the firm but concerned face of Sona leaning against the sink counter. Crossing her arms, Sona gave you a once over and relaxed her shoulders. 

“Wanna talk about it?” 

“When I step out there, how bad am I going to hear it?” 

“Pretty bad, bosses are a teeny bit on edge.” 

“So I’m fucked?” 

“Oh, definitely.” She patted the counter beside her and you stepped over, checking yourself in the mirror. “Now spill before we go out there.” 

“Got in a guy's face for spiking someone’s drink. Basically told him that I’d hang him by his balls if he tried, might have let my anger get the best of me, then took his ID and gave it to the guys.” 

“Hm, think I could ask Archivist for the camera footage?” 

You snorted, finally breaking into a faint smile. “Only if you get it to me after.” 

“Deal, let’s get you out of here before half the team walks in here.” 

“Oh joy.” 

With one more check in the mirror, making sure your dress was pulled down comfortably, Sona led the way out of the bathroom. There was a second guard outside, walking behind the two of you towards the stair before Sona led you up and reality hit the moment their eyes landed on you. 

“For the record,” You put your hands up in defense, “I want to say that I handled my anger really well and that could have been a lot worse if I didn’t.” 

“Mouse, you threatened to hang him by his balls.” Mingyu and Seokmin didn’t look amused.

“To be fair! I was running on alcohol and anger.” You held up your hands to defend yourself.

“You choked a guy.” 

“And he deserved more.” 

“Enough.” Seungcheol finally spoke up, putting his hands up before pinching the bridge of his nose. “It’s handled. Let’s just take the fact that she stopped someone from getting drugged in Ruby and nothing serious happened.” 

That…dialed everyone back somewhat. Seokmin was on you in an instant, taking your hands and checking you over for any sign of injury. Joshua joined at his side, placing a hand on your back, letting himself run his eyes over you just as Seokmin did. 

“I’m fine.” You pulled your arms back, looking over their shoulders to Seungcheol then back to the two of them. “Don’t bullshit me when I asked this, does ‘it’s handled’ mean what I believe it does?” 

Both of the men before you shared a look, something you couldn’t read in their eyes. Joshua looked over his shoulder then back to you. 

“Yes.” 

You let your eyes flutter around the room, wracking your brain. There was something gratifying in knowing that he wouldn’t be on the streets anymore. 

“Good. I hope they make it hurt.” 

“Can you stop side-eying me?” Mouse asked, sitting in the passenger seat of Seungcheol’s car – a black Rolls-Royce Ghost –  with Joshua sitting in the back. 

It was late, Mouse insisted on staying longer which he and Cheol agreed was fine but Sona was on her tail as she phased in and out of the crowd. 

“I dunno, Mouse, are you going to do something like that again but end up with someone hurting you?” The oldest sounded unimpressed and disappointed. 

Sighing, she sank down in the passenger seat, “You act like you’ve never acted out of instinct before.” 

She is doing it to herself at this point . Joshua told himself, running a hand through his hair. 

“I’m not saying I haven’t,” Cheol pushed his hair back, sighing. “But that was reckless, what if something happened and you got hurt? Shua, can you say something back there?” 

“He has a point, Mouse.” Finally speaking up, she sank more into the seat. He watched her head disappear behind the seat back. “Just because you have some basics of self defense training, you were too close, you purposely made yourself too close, and if he wasn’t the biggest wimp on the planet, it could have ended badly.” 

“I ran a hundred different scenarios in my head while in the bathroom, I realized it could have been bad.” There was sincerity behind her words, even some shame if he could place it. “But I knew I couldn’t let her take a drink from it.” 

“And you could have done it by just spilling it on the counter, not dumping it on the guy.” 

“Can one of you be on my side here?!” She threw her hands up, sitting straight and whipping her gaze between him and Seungcheol. “Yes, I did something stupid! But I saved someone from being drugged and probably much worse. Can you at least cut me some slack? Just because you two and Hannie don’t tell me what you deal with, Jihoon was honest and I know you guys don’t fuck with date-rape drugs.”

Seungcheol pulled over on the side of the road not far from the house, turning in his seat to face her. Joshua had seen the look in his eyes before, there was conflict on whether he wanted to be harsh or understanding. He had seen it when Seungcheol had scolded some of the other guys for reckless behavior over the years. More often than not he was understanding but there were times where he put his leadership before his friendship. 

Mouse’s hands were balled in fists on top of the middle console, nostrils flaring with every breath. “Do not give me that look, Seungcheol, you know just as much as I do that you can’t protect me from everything in this world. You made a choice on letting me know the lives you all maintain. Teach me to fight better, train me somehow if you want me to be able to hold my own even the smallest amount. But trust me when I say that I would rather go down with a fight than let someone innocent get hurt.” 

The second they got back to the house, Mouse marched into Jeonghan’s room and not so gently closed the door. 

“How do any of you deal with her?” Seungcheol said, disbelief huffed out in anger, heading into the kitchen and grabbing a glass, ice, and a dark whiskey bottle. “I’m serious, Joshua. She gets under my skin like no one ever has before.” 

Joshua followed behind him, leaning back against the cleaned counters. 

When he first met her he had asked himself something similar. She always had a comeback, some smartass remark, and at first he didn’t understand what Jeonghan saw in her in the beginning. Jeonghan once said she was broken like the rest of them but had a will stronger than steel and she wanted to keep moving forward. She managed to fit herself in near perfectly with the thirteen of them rather quickly, so he had some understanding of the feelings Seungcheol was going through. 

But…not that long ago, he understood what everyone saw. 

There was a spark in Mouse that he had seen when the group of them were younger, starting out. She had some…untamed issues – anger – a lot more than maybe Soonyoung had when he got angry. Joshua could see it in her eyes along with the anxiety the night of the Gala when Kihyun grabbed her. It was there alongside the weighing numbness the night Mingyu got shot. He saw it tonight when Mouse took the ID from the wallet and left to talk to Seungcheol. 

Yet he also saw this…childlike, happy to be there personality that masked insecurity and timid confidence. 

Spending time with her over the last few days showed him that she was more than the loud, somewhat reckless, and smartass person she liked to show off most days. Mouse liked really bad, old movies and rewatching shows from the nineties. She loved video games enough to go toe to toe with Wonwoo online and cheered with pure euphoria when she promptly won against the hacker. 

There was much more Joshua could think of but it left fluttering feelings in his stomach at the idea. It wasn’t just the…butterflies? But there was a knot of guilt knowing he was absolutely falling for her best friend’s girl. 

“Can you give her a chance? After all this time you have to have some trust in her, right?” Joshua asked and Seungcheol groaned in frustration as he poured himself a cup of whiskey. “I’m not taking full sides but if you didn’t trust her, you wouldn’t be letting her come here, letting her hang out as much, you could order Jeonghan to stay away from her, but you haven’t. She has done nothing to break our trust, she is dating Jeonghan, the guys love having someone else with us. She has done a lot to help when she didn’t have to.” 

Seungcheol took a long drink from his cup, staring down at the counter. “The problem is that I do trust her. I have that annoying protective feeling that I have with all of you but it’s worse for her since she doesn’t know how to protect herself well enough against the assholes we deal with.” 

“Then teach her. Get Minghao, Junhui, and even Chan to handle her. Sona would be willing to help and Mouse trusts her. Get her up to our standards – your standards, and have some faith.” 

Cheol took another sip, tapping his nails against the countertop, eyes darting around as he went over the details in his head. “Fine. Once Jeonghan gets back and things go back to normal I’ll start her out with Chan. This doesn’t mean I’m allowing her to join anything major SVT related. Just to let her handle things on her own if needed.” 

“Promise you won’t be mad.” You called Jeonghan after texting him to see if he was awake. 

“ If this is about what happened at Ruby, Mingyu already told me.” 

“God damn it.” Fucking snitch…

“ Kinda impressed there, the videos are even better.” 

“Of course Wonwoo sent you the video.” 

“He sent it to all of us in a group chat.” 

“Can you uh…” You cleared your throat, “Can you forward that video to me?”

“Already on it.” Jeonghan laughed tiredly. “ Did Cheol and Shua give you hell?” 

You rolled your eyes, falling back onto his bed now that you removed your heels and jewelry. “Sometimes I feel like Cheol treats me like a child and not a grown woman.” 

“ Ah, you know that isn’t true. He probably scolded you because he cares. Mingyu said you asked Cheol to handle the guy once he left?” 

“I know what I was asking when I went to him. I don’t want the dickbag hurting anyone else.”  

“I expect nothing less out of my girl.”

Words rolled around on your tongue, staying silent before he hummed your nickname. 

“ What’s wrong, baby?” 

“I miss you, Hannie.” Finally letting the words that were weighing on you out, you sighed, curling up on your side. “And before you ask, I’m okay, everyone has been a great distraction, but I miss you, I miss our dates, I miss talking to you after work.” 

You could hear him laugh again, it brought a needed lightness in your chest. “ Just one more week then I’m all yours again. Just stick with Shua and Minnie. I’m sure they are a good way to fill the gap.” 

Over the course of an hour, you and Jeonghan spoke as you changed and cleaned up for the night. He gave vague information on what exactly he was working on in Japan. You fell asleep somewhere in the middle of some long explanation regarding Mochi making that Jeonghan was going on a tangent about. 

When morning came, Mingyu was skipping into the room, shaking you awake with a wide smile on his face. You tried to swat him away but he only flopped himself down over you until you were gasping for air and hitting him on his back. 

“Get off!” 

“Get up!” 

“I can’t breathe!” 

“Come have breakfast!” 

 “I will if you fuck off!” You slapped his back harder and he whined, pushing himself up and off of you, stretching his arms back behind him to try and rub the spot. Heaving a breath, you sat up, hugging a pillow close. 

“Joshua made pancakes!” Mingyu tossed your sweatshirt at you which you slid on and trudged yourself out of bed. “I made bacon, eggs, hash browns-” 

Shuffling after him, the mouthwatering smell hit you the moment you stepped foot into the hall with chatter filling your ears. 

“Oh good, I didn’t want to die if I had to wake her up.” Seokmin’s voice rang out from his spot beside Junhui at the counter, passing things along to some of the others to place on the table. 

“Haha, very funny.” You mocked him, shuffling towards the counter and poured yourself a near full cup of coffee. “I was up talking to Jeonghan last night.” 

“Ohh, talking to her boyfriend~” Seungkwan’s teasing had your eyes rolling back and an unimpressed sigh leaving you. 

Ignoring anything else that left his mouth, you took your normal seat at the table, one space over from Jeonghan’s, peering over to the pouty, puffy face of Seungcheol, thick hair sticking up in multiple directions and a steaming cup of coffee in front of him. His eyes were closed and his hands were shoved in the front pocket of his sweatshirt from what you could tell.

Scary leader, my ass. 

The seats filled with the guys, each in different stages of awareness. Wonwoo, for the first time in a long time, wasn’t on his phone, rather sitting with a far out expression with his glasses crookedly perched up on his nose. 

“Eat up, everything’s on the table.” Taking his seat beside Seungcheol, Joshua called down the table and instantly hands, forks, and chatter roared across the table. 

“Thanks for the food.” You hummed, reaching for different items, stacking a decent pile of food, and ate, smiling to yourself at the home cooked breakfast.

“Hey, Mouse?” Mingyu caught your eye across the table, food stuffed in his cheek as he spoke. “Why don’t you have a car?” 

“Oh- I never had a need for one.” Shrugging, you sipping your coffee. “I have my license but the city has decent public transport so I didn't think it was necessary. Plus I don’t have enough money to shell out every month to pay for one, they aren’t cheap.” 

“It’s expensive to live on your own.” As you continued, you felt a few sets of eyes on you, mainly from Joshua, Seungcheol, and Seokmin but you simply looked down at your plate. “I’m fine without one. I’ve managed thus far.” 

Mingyu looked ready to open his mouth and say something in response, but Seungkwan called out, asking for one of them to pass the syrup bottle at your end of the table and the idle conversation flowed once more. 

Wonwoo, you, and Jihoon made quick work in cleaning up when everyone was finished eating. There was a nagging thought in the back of your mind regarding the guy from last night and your request to Seungcheol. You peered at Wonwoo from the corner of your eye, shifting from foot to foot while your arms were elbow deep in cleaning the dishware not allowed in the dishwasher. 

Sliding up beside you, placing glass cups in the dishwasher, Wonwoo spoke quietly. “If you want to ask what happened to him, you can ask.”  

“If I ask, will you tell me the truth or will you say that you can’t tell me because of Cheol?” 

“Come down to Pandora once you’re done here.” 

Looking over your shoulder, Jihoon was wiping down the table and a majority of the group dispersed, some on the couch while others were fully missing from the living room. It was just the two of you near the sink. Sending him a nod, Wonwoo was off, having finished his part of the clean up, and disappeared down the hall. 

“Mouse!” Seokmin bounced into the kitchen, changed into some shorts and a muscle t-shirt as you dried your hands off. “Since we are heading back into the city later, do you want to get Pho for dinner?” 

“Hm? Yeah. That sounds fine.” 

“Do you want to do something? Soonyoung and I were going to go into the gym outback but if you want to do something-” 

“I’m going to head down to Pandora. Play some games with Wonwoo.” 

“Ah~ Alright, I’ll catch you around the time we are going to leave if I don’t see you.” 

Ruffling your hair, he was off, exiting out the back sliding doors as you made your way towards the ‘basement’ to meet with the hacker. At the bottom of the stairs, you stared at the handprint keypad, and raised your hand to knock, only for the door to open, Wonwoo staring at you. 

“We’ll need to put your handprint in the system.” He turned and left you to follow behind. 

The TV on the console wall was on and you scoffed at the game that was pulled up. 

“It Takes Two?” 

“Mingyu is bad at it and no one else has time to play.” He sat down and held out a controller for you to take, kicking his sock covered feet up on the coffee table. “Plus, you want to talk, this is what I want to do while talking.” 

Sitting beside him, mirroring the position he sat, you took the controller and got comfortable. As the game started, both of you sat quietly, taking in the opening cutscene you’ve seen before in playthrough videos. 

“Is he dead?” 

The question didn’t seem to phase Wonwoo as he started to mess with the controls. Both your eyes were locked on the screen, working in unspoken tandem to get through the game. 

“He is.” He hummed out the words. “We also found out who sold the drugs to him and it snowballed from there. Looked into the guy, no major priors with the police, dug into some socials and he is a creep that doesn’t take no well.”  

“And his dealer?” 

“Not dead, but we are keeping him to find his supplier.” 

“Good.” 

Nodding to yourself, the game continued before your eyes, more calm silence blanketing the room. It was nice, no expectations put on you, playing a video game that should need a decent bit of communication but you and Wonwoo worked well without it verbally. While the both of you weren’t exactly close, it was a rather brother-sister friendship that was built between you. 

He loved to annoy you, getting into your personal space to just be a nuisance was his personal favorite. He’d stand there, not touching you or saying anything but would purposely get in the way if you were doing something. Once you had asked him to go away and he made the childish remark that he wasn’t touching you so he was perfectly fine where he was. 

Your favorite contribution to the friendship was gloating when he lost to you in a game he was good at. He’d never admit that he hated it, mostly a silent competitive person, but he’d always find a way to win one way or another. Another contribution was having someone let you into Pandora and completely fucking with his computer, changing the wallpaper, the speed on his computer mouse to the absolute lowest, and a few times changing his computer language. It made you laugh every time you received a message from him, words laced with annoyance, telling you to stop.

“Is it too personal to ask why you joined SVT?” 

“It’s nothing compared to some people in the group.” 

“It’s still your story.” 

Wonwoo’s fingers stopped on the controller for a moment, mainly noticed by his character stopping on the screen. After another pause, he started back up. 

“It was mainly money. My mother passed away and my father needed to help our family. We were barely making ends meet since I have a brother. I went into college late because we didn’t have the funds. Started working with SVT for cash under the table some months before the first semester. Then things took off and I simply left school mid-semester. Didn’t need it at that point since I could find everything online. I took the time to teach myself more and here we are years later. I do send my family money so they won’t have to worry too much. They think I just work for the cover company.” 

“Were you ever scared of being in SVT?” 

“I think there will always be a part of me that has some fear, I can’t lie and say I haven’t had fear, but it is what I do with that fear that allows me to move forward or handle future situations. The life we have is always changing, always dangerous, but I think we’ve learned how to manage the fear we have and continue on.” 

It made sense. Wonwoo was always someone that handled things with a calm demeanor and a straight face. The only time you had seen him crack was when Mingyu got shot. He didn’t cry but he damn near could have if given the time. There was composure in him that you found fascinating. 

“Mouse?” He paused the game, turning his head to you and setting his controller in his lap. “Why do you spend your birthdays alone?” 

You huffed out a laugh, dropping your eyes down from the screen to your own controller. “I’m guessing you couldn’t find a lot of records on me once I turned eighteen?” 

“Only a police report with most info redacted and a name change.” 

“I’m not going to over complicate it all. My parents died, pretty bad OD, I found them but cops didn’t want to put out that one of their own was taking drugs in a report. My extended family didn’t want me so I bounced around in foster care, changed my name at eighteen. In those foster homes, I didn’t celebrate my birthday, so celebrating it brought back some bad memories from being kicked out from my last home. The state I was in gets rid of all their foster care files once the person ages out of the system.”

“So you isolate yourself every year?” 

“More or less.” You laughed again, it couldn’t be helped. Looking at him now, you sighed, a smile on your face. “I…don’t think I’ll be doing that next year though.” 

He raised a brow, tilting his head to the side. 

“I think I found a group of people to help me not hide from the pain anymore.” 

Your stomach was in knots, guilt and nausea had been plaguing you all morning. 

For the last week, waiting on Jeonghan to come home, Joshua had been picking you up every single day after work, taking you for multiple dinners, a movie, clothes shopping , and he even helped you get a gift for Jeonghan’s birthday. Yesterday he had taken you to an amusement park that was holding an event for adults after hours!

The flirting had ramped up on his end, it was eating you alive. Jeonghan called and texted a lot and you couldn’t bring yourself to say anything. You knew Joshua’s flirting was intentional, he took you to some of your favorite restaurants, saying Jeonghan had told him. He took you to a movie you wanted to see because Seokmin told him. 

Your head was all messed up. 

You knew you didn’t want to break up with Jeonghan. You’ve missed him since he left, you missed the reassurance he gave when you were stressed, the way he’d take care of you and always filled you with wonder at something new or adventurous. He’d spoil you, which you didn’t need but he insisted. You found joy in returning the care, listening to him vent when something was bothering him, cooking some of his favorite meals for at home dates, and loving the never ending laughter flow between the two of you. 

With Joshua…Things were calm. He made you feel like you didn’t have a care in the world to give. There were unspoken words that let the two of you communicate if you wanted to stay in and watch shows at the penthouse or go out and go somewhere. Joshua listened to your ramble about different recipes you loved and offered to cook them with you. He wanted to know what your favorite desserts were, saying he might be making or getting it for you one of these days. He made you feel like you were enough when you weren’t putting on an act when you were exhausted.

Jeonghan and Joshua, both of them made you feel safe. Both of them were a comfort you’ve grown to love being around. 

You were more confused than ever.

But here you were now, in the passenger seat of the silver Charger with Joshua driving to the hangar the plane pulled into to pick up Jeonghan. It was late, his flight having pulled inside only a few minutes prior, and your leg was bouncing with the nerves that coursed through your veins. A glance beside you had Joshua in a similar state, biting at the skin around his nails, tapping his other hand quietly against the wheel. 

The second the car was put in park and you saw the door to the plane open, you were out the door. Multiple men were flitting around the hangar bay, taking bags to the appropriate cars. You walked in fast, a few of the men glanced at you but you only nodded, which they reciprocated, probably recognizing you, and you spotted Jeonghan easily. 

With his back to you, you could see Jeonghan was speaking to a man dressed in a black suit, two suitcases resting on either side of him. He had his hands shoved into his pockets, surprisingly dressed down in a sweater and sweatpants despite the business he told you he needed to attend right before leaving. 

With the amount of SVT men around, you called out to him using his call name. Jeonghan turned rather quickly to face you and you felt the world slow down. 

He looked tired, the dark circles under his eyes prominent, and the smile he gave you was enough to know that he was going to need a few days rest to recover from the constant go he was on. The moment his arms opened for a hug, you embraced him tightly, feeling the rumble of his laughter as he held you close. 

“Hello to you too, love.” Jeonghan took in a deep breath, resting his cheek against the top of your head. 

“I missed you.” The words were muffled by your face pressed into the fabric of his sweater, breathing in the smell of his cologne. “I missed you so much.” 

You could feel the rumble of his laughter again, only letting him go when he pushed you back slightly, feeling a kiss being placed on your forehead. He raised his eyes to look behind you and Jeonghan smiled, a spark flicking behind his dark eyes. 

“ Hades , always good to see you.” Playfulness was dancing in his tone. “Have you pampered my girl well?” 

Joshua coughed and cleared his throat, stumbling over his words. “Uh- yeah, yeah, totally. Um- Do you want to head back to the uh- Penthouse, get some rest?” 

There was a smirk spreading on his face that sent a chill down your spine. A part of you had a feeling Jeonghan knew of the situationship going on between you and Joshua. You tried to keep your breathing even as you grabbed one of his suitcases and helped him bring it towards the car. You insisted on sitting in the back, needing a moment to collect the racing thoughts that hammered your mind. 

Stepping into the penthouse didn’t ease any of the tension in your shoulders when you noticed Seokmin sitting on the touch, scrolling aimlessly through his phone. He perked up the moment the three of you entered and a gut feeling was telling you to retreat and hide in one of the rooms. 

Jeonghan was stretching his arms out, walking to the kitchen for a bottle of water once the front door closed, humming out a greeting to Seokmin who smiled wide and greeted him in return. The two were…peppy? It was giving you anxiety. You busied yourself with moving his suitcases out of the doorway and rested them near the hallway for easy access when wanting to go to bed. Joshua seemed in no rush to sit down on one of the couches.

When Jeonghan did sit down, placing himself directly beside Seokmin, both of their smiles dropped. 

Jeonghan looked at you then to Joshua, pinning you both with a harsh stare. 

“Sit down, we need to talk.”

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A moment at the beginning of Thrawn and Ezra's space adventures

500 word chunklet that doesn't fit anywhere in my 'Ezra Bridger in theChiss Ascendancy' au, yote out into the void so it leaves my gdoc.

Ezra doesn’t remember as much as he should about the immediate post-Purrgil aftermath. He remembers too much time passing in only a few minutes. Colour he can’t describe in words.

Humans are not made to be that close to hyperspace.

He remembers feeling a lot of people dying. It wasn’t the first time. It wouldn’t be the last.

He remembers his arm hanging loose off his shoulder like an empty sleeve, remembers thinking very clearly ‘a lightsaber will cauterise an amputation’.

He remembers staring up at a purple sky and hearing someone (Thrawn, he knows in retrospect) throwing up somewhere off to his left. He remembers thinking he was gonna start throwing up in sympathetic reaction. He doesn’t remember if he actually did.

He remembers the hiss of rain on hot metal. He remembers stumbling, grimly determined, towards the shade of trees, feeling like he was breathing water, with his hand held over Thrawn’s eyes. He remembers realizing what moisture and bacteria and scavengers do to dead bodies.

He’s pretty sure Thrawn bit him.

He’s pretty sure he tried to drown himself in a swamp just to get a break from the constant mental replay of bodies that no longer looked like people. His brain has helpfully blurred out a lot of the details, which he appreciates in the interests of remaining a functional person. Thrawn must have dragged him out of the swamp. Or the swamp was a metaphor the whole time, or a fantasy he created to self-soothe.

The first temporally plottable memory he has is watching Thrawn rinse blood out of his hair in the river and realizing:

“Oh hey. Your eyeliner game was really good, I definitely thought that was just. Your eyes.”

Thrawn had rolled said eyes so hard Ezra had started laughing and hadn’t been able to stop for a good five minutes.

Years later, when they’re no longer the only two sentients on the whole planet but long before they’ve made it to somewhere safe, Ezra will say “I’m amazed you didn’t just chuck me in the river right then and there.” “At the time it felt entirely appropriate,” Thrawn will say, flatly. “I tried to strangle a child with my bare hands in front of my own officers after choosing to bomb a civilian target even as I was fully aware my life was likely forfeit as soon as I returned to the capital. It was not, you might say, a high point in my career. To be mocked for my one venture into fashion while I was still actively concussed and alone felt just right.”

“I wasn’t a child,” Ezra says, and then nothing else because the rest of what he is thinking is exceedingly unkind, starting with ‘there’s no way that was your first time attacking civilians’ and going all the way to ‘tell me you were passively suicidal without telling me you were passively suicidal, if our positions were reversed I’d have gone for your throat long before we got to that point.’ Some people grew up with parents and a safe home and it shows.

[questforgalas]

I am so late to this but for WIP ask game, could we get flowers 👁️👁️(I SWEAR I am gonna read this one day 😩🤲 *stares in horror at my ever growing to-read pile*

*stares in equal horror at the last time I opened Flowers 👀* I have no control over my love for Flowers so enjoy this ramble, you all have Alex to thank

The first version of Flowers in the Darkest Parts of You started last October when I couldn’t let go of why Ghost was so reluctant to work with Soap at the start of MW2 and then needed to fill in what I pictured their love story to be post MW2. It was supposed to be just a pre MW2 through a couple months after multi chap. Cut to November and MW3 and a rant post where I outlined a story arc that I sat there and went “well if Activision’s not going to give it to us, I will!”

So I scrapped the original Flowers, started rewriting it, fell even more in love with it, and here we are today. It's the evolution of Soap and Ghost's reluctant coworkers to friends to lovers story through Simon's POV with lots of canon Simon Riley back story exploration, a lot of Soap helping Simon heal in ways Soap doesn't even realize, and so much fun as well as aching fluff with them I cry thinking about some of the scenes waiting in my head. Oh, and we don't shoot out favorite sergeant's in the head. It’s going to be a beast and a long ass journey to get to the end, but I hope people enjoy the ride as much as I do 🤷🏼‍♀️ Anyway, here's a snippet from the very under construction chapter 6 with cocky Soap

~ “I know there’s an open spot on tha squad, ‘nd I know no one's been tapped for it fer years.” A finger tapped against the mug. “Given Captain Price ‘nd Sergeant Garrick are a pair, tha’ leaves a nice empty spot next to a certain lieutenant, no?” 

‘E’s smarter than ‘em, and ‘e knows it, and they know it replayed in Simon’s mind. 

“‘Nd, given tha fact tha’ the 141 aren’t known for wastin’ time,” Soap continued. “I’m assumin’ there’s somethin’ a wee more at stake fer me this week.” 

“Get all that from a file on Ghorbrani?”

“Not exactly,” the sergeant shrugged. “Did some pokin’ of ma own. Not tha’ hard to put two-’nd-two together.” His lips quirked into a smirk. “Besides, tha’ Sergeant Garrick is a talker after some pints.” ~

[hongluboobs]

Please tell us the reason behind the pokemon choices! I get most of them, but am curious about Meowstic and Nihelego in particular. Is it for the nihilEGO pun?

OKAY i am on my iphone so i’m typing this from scratch again instead of my drafts. also it is night. tumblr decided to not give me notifs until now but it’s okay!! we ball😁

I’m unsure how much you know abt pokémon so I’m gonna do my best to explain but this is a lifelong special interest so i may miss some things^^

Quick going over the ones you didn’t ask about:

Mewtwo: clone created to replicate Mew, Went Horribly Wrong, ended up destroying the lab it was born in. It’s even a really long time since I’ve seen the movie but i believe the mewtwo there is neglected child core. This is REALLY Angela especially because in pokedex entries they often talk about the thing that makes mewtwo nothing like mew is that it’s “heartless”. poor poor angela baby…

Mega Gardevoir: This is a mostly aesthetic pick. That thing really looks like her if it’s shiny (see image) and the colors match perfect. the way gardevoir is portrayed in pmd reminds me a lot of Angela. Gardevoir is about immense loyalty to a trainer (even if it ruins your life forever and the trainer does not care, as shown in pmd) and i read it as something about the script

Porygon2: Honestly this could be any of the mons in this line but Porygon is a digital being and the first fully synthetic pokemon which begins acting in ways which were not programmed as it evolves. Kind of represents Angela acting in ways a machine should not and breaking free of her predetermined role to me :)

Now onto the pokémon you actually asked about!! :)

First up, Meowstic!

This first part is a small design thing but this thing has Angela’s face to me, especially with the yellow eyes with red pupils. Angela’s eyes are inconsistent in canon but I like to represent them with both red and yellow to represent both of her “parents” (sorry Benjamin… i love you but u aren’t included there😔)

This pokedex entry is one of the main reasons this is an angela pokémon to me, aside from vibes.

It has the same “closed eyes to repress” thing that Lobcorp angela has going on, just with repressing incredibly explosive powers instead of repressing The Horrors!

These pokedex entries are really goofy but they read very angela to me :) its unfriendliness is part of its charm!

Also i have no idea when i’ll ever get to post these so now is a good time as any to drop meowstic angela :)

Nihilego is a slightly different case because it’s tied less to dex entries and more to how it is used in the story of sun and moon. I haven’t played those games in YEARS so i might be a little bit questionable with my reasoning but this one’s really important.

Nihilego is intentionally designed to mirror one of the human characters in pokémon sun and moon.

(image i found online. i see it somewhat differently but it’s close enough for this)

Anyway this human character’s mother has neglected/abandoned her in obsessive pursuit of this pokémon and other Ultra Beasts.

The fact this pokémon not only has a similar silhouette to angela but serves as a “replacement” for a human character in a parent’s mind while also being Distinctly Nonhuman… it’s by no means a perfect comparison but there’s Something There

This dex entry always gets me too… it’s just a girlie… :(

It really makes me want to replay sun/moon because i feel like my memory of the story being really shaky has me on the edge of a breakthrough about this thing… but it looks like angela and i can draw story parallels basically:)

I have No Idea if this is coherent but I hope it cleared things up a little ^^^

[doodleodds]

Hey gang! Not sure how many people even really look at this blog anymore, but for anyone still around, I just wanted to let y’all know:

So I know my blog turned into a persona 5 blog for a hot while. And I DO still love the game! But honestly, I’m kind of out of steam in terms of creating content for it, which I’m sure you might have guessed due to the length of time between each post ^^; This might change when I eventually decide to replay it again, lol, but that won’t be for a bit- my hours at my job are weird, and it doesn’t leave me with a lot of free time, and what I do have I’m spending in other ways.

But yeah. All that to say that I started this blog as just a generic art blog so that I’d have somewhere to track the progress of my art, and I think I’m gonna turn it back into that- so expect some non-persona art going forward. I’m sorry to all you folks who followed me for the persona stuff! There will still be some p5 stuff for sure but... for the forseeable future, it’s just gonna be random stuff of mine.

[lunarleonardo]

hihi!!! :D fanfic author to another fanfic author hehe

i’ve read all of your drv3 fanfics and they are very intriguing, in canon characterizations, plot driven stories that make me very happy to read and look forward for more! (abso love trans shuichi hc too aaa)

i was wondering if you make pre-planned outlines for your fanfics or do you go straight into writing and planning it as you go? i’m struggling in finding a fitting method myself to write my fanfics because i often jump straight into writing, but that got me stumped in my writings at times. asking for advice because i really love your compelling writing style but you don’t have to answer if you don’t want to :D!

First of all... Hi! :D Thank you so much!! I do my best <3 💕

Second... Oh boy, I sure do have a process xD (this might be a long post but I like yapping and overexplaining so bear with me qwq)

if you don't want to read it all though, the shorter answer is: Kind of? I don't fully plan it out, but I don't always totally wing it. I take notes and I build off of important scenes, and then I jump in and hope for the best lol

When I first decide I want to write something with intent to post it, I create a document soley for *notes*. Theres a few things I note before and when writing.

1. I replay/rewatch the canon game and take notes on everything I possibly can. For example! I'm replaying DRV3 chapter 5 (cus i, unfortunately, had an idea q_q). I note down what I see as important or what really stands out to me :) Hell, sometimes I'll even "transcript" down canon dialogue! For example, this is what some of my notes look like (ss1 is taken from my drv3 c5 notes, ss2 is taken from my blue eyes notes):

2. Little things matter. When starting my notes, I often write down the date I started and the basic synopsis of what the story will be about. I try to think of a name for the fic later because my #1 weakness is naming things >.> ... But also! Writing down the important details of your story is suuuper helpful, because you don't want to lose track of stuff like that!! It can prevent accidental retconning, unnecessary repetitions, and stuff like that 'cause i ran out of examples... Oh well. Here's a screenshot of the start of my notes for Motive 5 (⁠.⁠ ⁠❛⁠ ⁠ᴗ⁠ ⁠❛⁠.⁠)

3. Believe it or not... i don't always plan ahead. I write a lot of my fics with one or more certain scenes in mind, and then I blink and there's suddenly a 7k word document in front of me and Oh Fuck I accidentally made a whole fanfic on that one idea. It happens more than you'd think. Using Motive 5 as an example again, there were a few scenes I had in mind when I was first writing! I don't remember what order they came to me in, but a few significant ones I fell asleep to was Shuichi losing his hand, Hajime and Maki facing off, Nagito and Shuichi meeting after the Coffin Puzzle, and the aftermath of Shuichi's "punishment" (PS. did you know he was originally gonna be tortured with sound? then i wanted to hang him from the ceiling periodically, but i gave that up for the "detention" theme.) this one is getting long but when it comes to planning, I always build off of important scenes in my mind. "How can I make this happen?" "What do I do to make this/these character(s) react like this?" or, my favorite... "What can I do to totally fuck up these sad gay losers?"

You mentioned you get stumped writing sometimes, and THAT'S OKAY. i do too. Chapter 8 of Fever Frost was a whole ordeal because I realized "wait. Kokichi would never confess his feelings first in this situation??!!!" While planning ahead may certainly help save you from some of those moments, they won't stop it entirely. It does feel really refreshing when you manage to skirt your way around the issue, so really what can you do ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯

So yeah, I do kind of plan ahead. I plan MOST of the plot (I didn't even know I was gonna kill someone in Fever Frost at first >.>) and then as you write, stuff tends to tie together and build from there. In my experience, 70% of writing is just "shit kinda happens" xD

This is just how I do it, and it's okay if it doesn't work for you. I'm just the kind of person that will replay an entire game to write a fanfiction (⁠─⁠.⁠─⁠|⁠|⁠）I hope this could help a little, though! Good luck on your fics! :3💕

[foxdemon-loser]

ACE ATTORNEY OC

can’t be bothered trying to find his drawing yet i’ll post it at some point-

JUST A FOREWARNING

This is also kinda an au??? I played the trilogy ages ago but can only rlly remember the first game, so basically this goes off no coherent timeline, all the shit that happened still happened but there’s no timeline and i’m not gonna mention the canon stuff here i just wanted to make some dumb french boy

i’ll replay the trilogy at some point

OKAY

We clear?

We clear.

Cassius Francoeur

Age: 25

.💙🤍❤️

.🩷💜💙

.🩵🩷🤍🩷🩵

He/Him

Originally from France, he moved to the weird hybrid of America/Japan (if it had a name lmk i forgot) and studied law, becoming a prosecutor.

Him and Miles worked together a lot, (double prosecution style mf) and actually got on…semi-well? Miles could stand being around him anyway.

Francoeur is relaxed, generally kind and friendly, but is not hard to get pissed off. He thinks Pheonix is kinda annoying but just sucks it up when he’s around him. Cas has a tendency to lie a lot, which he doesn’t when in court, but around people he often has to hide his proper opinion, which led him to becoming a pretty good liar.

Anyway yeah

that’s the guy =3

[bryan360]

No “On This Day” posting I’ll be focusing today.

Also….

‼️(NO COPYING OR PLAGIARIZING FROM ME AND ONE OF MY CLOSEST FRIEND’S WORK! THAT INCLUDES OUR CHARACTERS, DESIGNS, STUFF, ETC. IMPOSTERS AND SEXBOTS ARE NOT WELCOME TO FOLLOW MY BLOG WHATSOEVER! 😡 That will be all….I mean it.)‼️

2024 Review - Seagate 2TB Portable Drive (Third/Final - Storing game(s))

It’s been a long time coming; not to mention through scheduling at the program all weekdays I’d been in. Nevertheless, I’m finally coming back to this topic for the final time. After that the second half of installing with my gaming console is done, I’m now be storing/moving one of my games from its internal storage; which I’d already got it at early January this year.

⬆️ (From January. 6th, 2024; 3:04 to 6:24 P.M)

The first one is I’d finally gotten to installed Forza Horizon 5; the same game from last year’s Christmas gift for my Xbox One system. You can thank our friend @carmenramcat of ever giving me for Christmas by surprise. Link Here

I haven’t boosted this racing game yet; not until after getting my own potable hard drive in early January 2024. There are plenty of games in it as well, but that’s gonna wait after the final part of this topic review.

So anyways, I’d managed to move this to my portable hard drive which had lot of storage needed. Just how long it will take after installing? Well from checking in actual time (via screenshots information) about 3:04 to 6:24 P.M., it’s 3 hours, 20 minutes, and 33 seconds when calculated by using calculator.net website. Wow. Sure it would make sense due to how big this racing game will be, but taking three hours or less was a bit long. Still, nothing bad happens once it’s done for my portable drive. At least I’m grateful that I’d finally got this game downloaded after months later. The transfer progress should’ve speed things up though. That being said, I can’t wait to dive in unless for further planning to share soon. Or if I haven’t gotten through FH3 progress as of yet. I’d appreciate for having my portable drive with me that I’m willing to transfer other games more. 👍

Update: So I haven’t downloaded just one FH5 updated patch just yet. Not until back in Sunday this week that I got it as well. Now it took me about from 1:52 to 2:23 P.M.; or 31 minutes and 5 seconds shorter. Not bad that didn’t take this long. I won’t be surprised that there will more updated patches for FH5 to check out, just in case.

(Back in March. 24th, 2024) (just after transferring other games that I’d save since February 3rd, 2024)

Now to get into with my other games I’ve previously transfer for my portable hard drive. During the same date of January 6th, I did the second time with 👊💥MultiVersus; a free to play fighting platform made by Player First Games. It took about few minutes than I did with my Forza Horizon 5 game within three hours or less. And then afterwards til February 3rd at 6:20 to 6:53 P.M., I got with two previous Forza Horizon titles, Rare Replay included two Banjo-Kazooie titles, Cuphead, Kingdom Hearts 3, and PAC-MAN Museum+. Talk about plenty of some along the way. Thought looks like it takes minutes for almost all games included this time. That’s good to see that it happened, right?

So anyways as I’d going back to its storage devices setting, my portable drive is about 16.1% within 1.5 TB free spaces. It’s not full enough as of yet. Though who knows if there’s plenty room to pick which I’m going for sooner or later. Other than that, I also pointed out for its internal storage had few games in it. It’ll be for another time to save, I promise.

My Experience/Overall Thoughts: ⬇️

Storing/transferring FH5 (Forza Horizon 5) (plus other games) with my external hard drive was an interesting progress to get through. It depends how many games to transferring within minutes/hours before completion. All in all, I couldn’t done it without my first portable drive that I’d wanted for my gaming console. It won’t be a matter of time before I can get a new one in the near future, but not right now. I’m happy of having a portable drive I’ll be taking care of. 🙂 If you’re curious or interested to get one of those, then it’s available on Amazon.com. It normally cost about $70, so hopefully that you still have your savings left. Link Here

See ya guys until my upcoming topics are coming soon. 👋

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[tau1tvec]

hey, maybe you have some advice..but how do you make your gameplay pictures so beautiful? The colours, your sims faces don't look awkward even if they aren't posed, the interior/setting always matches the vibe. Your game looks so so beautiful! Every time I'm playing for fun and take screenshots I feel good. But then I see all those posts on my dash and begin to feel bad about my own.. I want to make my game look magical too. You inspire me to play the game again, every one of your posts is so magical to me and also captures the beauty of gameplay itself. Sorry if this is too much/confusing

Okay, I’m gonna use this ask as an opportunity to be real with you, and anyone else who’s reading who also needs to hear this.

I know it’s common for everyone who’s asked this to be like, “oh no nonny, don’t do that, don’t compare your stuff to other ppl’s stuff, you’re fine the way you are,” and that’s all well meaning and sweet, but sadly this is the real world and society sucks. ✨

Despite how good it is to hear that what and how you do things shouldn’t matter, it doesn’t change the fact that social media doesn’t really care about that, and isn’t built around that mindset. In general, not comparing yourself or your work to others is incredibly difficult to do. Even I do it occasionally, impenetrable self-esteem isn’t a thing, it’s something that’s fragile and easily broken, sometimes without our ever even knowing until it’s too late. So I realized the best way to look at it, is to remove some of the negativity from it.

Controversial take, as a creative, comparing your work to others doesn’t always have to be a downer experience… it can be good, and enlightening even. The great thing about consuming media is that it can do so much for us, the appreciator, like bring us joy, bring us sadness, start a conversation, or stir inspiration, that last bit especially.

Lean into those inspirations, and no I don’t just mean other sims content. Rewatch your favorite old movies, replay your favorite old games, start a Pinterest board, go through some old family photos, create a Spotify playlist that transports you somewhere you’d rather be. Examine them, study them, focus on the colors, the lighting, the textures, there’s formulas in all kinds of media, even your mom’s old Polaroids, aim to create your own.

Learning is a never-ending journey. You can never learn enough about anything. There are so many tutorials on YouTube, and hell, even on here, if you feel like you’ve got somewhere you can improve, don’t be ashamed to do so, and change is good, bc the great thing about change is that you can do it again, and again, and that’s totally okay. Don’t be set in your ways when it comes to content creativity, it’s too beautiful a hobby for there to be any one way to be.

I think the one reason why I love Simblr so much over all other sims communities, is bc everyone here does things their own way, and everyone ( at least I hope ) appreciates each other for that. This adds variety to my dash, and makes it all the more enjoyable to look at. My game looks the way it does bc that’s how I see it in my head. I’m heavily influenced by Hayao Miyazaki, Guillermo del Torro, and old 90’s movies. I lean into the bright colors, I lean into the ideal big kitchen, I lean into the excessive neon lights, and I lean into the cringe dialogue, bc that’s what brings me joy, and that’s what brings me nostalgia.

The Sims itself brings me joy and nostalgia too, and that’s why first and foremost I enjoy playing it, lol, everything else… having a space online to share it with others who also enjoy playing it is just an added bonus.

Now as for the funky faces, there are mods out there that minimize the awkward grin, whether they still work idk tho.

You can also try putting a little more space between the bottom of your sim’s nose and their top lip, it might look weird in CAS, but this will help avoid a lot of the wonkiness from the over-exaggerated smiles in-game.

Learning to love sims for all their quirks, bad animations, and goofiness is also a good tip. 😆

[rontra]

persona enjoyer alert!!!! i’m so glad to hear that someone i already follow is also into it. i haven’t played p3 yet so this is my first go of it but i’m really enjoying it so far. what’s this game like from the perspective of someone who played one of the other versions?

HIIIII god i'm so excited for you...imagine getting to play p3 for the first time...<333

i'm so glad you're enjoying it thus far...!!! 🥰 it's my beloved game. WELL all of my thoughts on Reload are obviously extremely skewed due to my pure attachment to this game's story and characters, so i can't give a very "objective" comment on... anything... but i'm not finishing this replay of p5 any time soon to put it that wayDBHFJKM

basically what it's like is., its everything to me. heart

i'm nowhere near done with P3R yet obviously (i keep putting it down to rest my wrists or draw stuff hahsahbd) but so far it's been such a treat for me. i'm very happy 🥺

to ME, persona 3 is (and will probably always be) The Peak... nd the remaster is running more or less the same script (i think it's based on p3p's script??? i forgor 💀) just with, yknow, new graphics and voicework and stuff. so it's hard to really complain about it when it's more or less been "persona 3 running on the persona 5 engine" 😭

like that sure is My Game! with extra Unreal Engine Motion Blur (<- LOL)

it's hitting all the beats in the order it should what more can i ask for. the music has been remixed a bit (as always huh) but it's still recognizably homey to me. like even if i keep getting thrown off by changes like "new lotus juice verse about going to bed early" (Iwatodai Dorm) i'm still just vibing along lmao. i cheered out loud when i heard Deep Breath Deep Breath

SO FAR my "complaints" have been pure, yknow, "unreasonable superfan nitpicking", so they aren't actually worthy of being called reasonable critique. it's all shit like "they rearranged the order of shots when remaking this cutscene, and the original sequence was stronger...TO ME"

STUFF THAT NO NEW PLAYER WOULD BE THINKING ABOUT...

and of course neutered Tactics is a no-no. i'm gonna be huffy about that forever but c'est la vie, it's what the franchise has settled on... but as a Certified P3 Tactics Gamer i'm basically obligated to be a lil miffed about this Post-Tactics World we live in. and like cmon man you introduced baton pass but my AI teammates can't even see it...even though the "recommended move" scan logic CAN....!!!

^^^ but this one is ALSO at its core a complaint that new players won't have comparison context for (because the Tactics in P3R is not the Tactics we once had). and . also many newbies will never even rub up against it if they prefer Direct Command to begin with (which lots of people do) so like. who cares . it doesn't ruin the game for me i just dearly miss the Epic Highs And Lows Of P3 Tactics HAHBDS

on the upside, adding more content for party members who didn't have SLinks in the original is Very Good. i'm really very much enjoying those new scenes and it's needed badly. sweet treats for diesel...❤ AND TARTARUS LOOKS SO GOOD HOUAHHH

AND that UI...so shiny.... ough... no i lovie. i really do

like at the end of the day i admittedly could never love P4, and while i did really enjoy P5 (and P5R) it was always "but it's no P3". so asking me for my thoughts on P3R is mostly incoherent nodding and pointing bc its very much My Game reincarnated. i'm glad all my friends have an easier way to play it all gussied up and shiny now so i can finally foist my old rpg upon them... 🥰

peace and love on tatsumi port island.

[livingincolorsagain]

hello dear! so for the asks game:

1. My favorite fic of yours: favorite choices and rough surfaces

2. My favorite chapter in my favorite fic of yours: a close call but chapter 4 of careless whisper has my heart

3. The best character you've written for: sam and bucky I'm not choosing. you write them both perfectly

4. The best ship you've written for: sambucky duh

5. A fic I haven't read yet from you, but I want to: none obviously. (can you say the same, a? can you?)

6. Something I remember vividly from reading one of your fics: TOO MUCH. bucky's monolgue from ch4, they chase the sun like i chase you sunshine, it was dangerous, they both have their scars, sam stopped caring about those a long time ago. how do you think i notice all those little recurring details

7. What made me the most emotional after reading: I don't recall exactly the chapter but you should. it's the careless whisper chapter thay physically pained me I couldn't reread it again immediately. also ch4 again and deadly kiss. you make me cry a lot a

8. What I like the most about your writing: man i fucking love it all. your attention to details, your descriptions, your poetic lines. your deep understanding of the characters, how you say soo much with one simple line. how you set the scene wonderfully, foreshadowings and callback. i love everything

9. A fic i'm excited for you updating/posting: obviously careless whisper

10. A character/ship I didn't enjoy/think about as much before you wrote about them: sarahrhoedy. i never even considered the possibility but now they consumed me

11. Something I wish/hope you write: god I hope you don't take this as pressure but it's gotta be the soulmates au

12. A fic of yours that i've re-read: so many deadly kiss, i replay every embrace, I'm blanking but you know the ones. i think i reread most of them anyway

13. If i've ever shared/talked about your fic to someone else: to anyone who'd listen. uhh i think i did before yes

14. A fic I didn't expect to like so much: favorite choices obviously. and you know why! but dammit that fic is a masterpiece and i adore it so much. made me tear up

15. Aquestion I have about one of your fics: hmmm I always ask the questions as soon as i think of them. let's seeee. do you think you'll make a playlist for careless whisper and share it with us? both songs you used as titles and ones that remind you of it.

okay that's it now if there are typos ignore them im sleepy. byeee <3

hey! hello! omg! I can’t believe you answered all of them omg 😭

not even gonna tag the fics because that’s basically all of them, so instead gonna tag my ao3.

from this list

I don’t even know what to say, I just keep rereading every answer and beaming. Gonna try to say something anyway tho!

2. Chapter 4 of careless whisper also has my heart. The confrontation scene between Sam and Bucky especially is very important. Also I was really happy with the song choice and how it’s echoed throughout the chapter. (I go back and forth between how I feel about my writing in the chapter, but it’s always special to me and ultimately I’m happy with it)

5. No you can’t say that! Have you read my ronarry stuff? No, you didn’t. (Okay and neither can I, but not the point)

6. gonna cry actually. brb

7. That would be chapter 5! I very vividly remember you reading it for the first time and our very emotional conversation afterwards. (Sorry for making you cry a lot)

8. (another crying break) omg you have no idea how much this means to me. thank you so much baby <333

10. sarahrhodey for the win!

11. one day. i promise. it deserves to see the light of day

14. it’s still absolutely crazy to me how much you like that fic. i didn’t even think you’d read it and you not only read, it’s one of your favourites now. man

15. I think I might, yes. Maybe towards the end.