#I’ve started writing before

[olivia-dove]

This isn’t a novel thing to do in games anymore, but I still enjoy attempting to play a game as a pacifist, ie while not killing anything. There’s also a lot more "cozy" games these days, which never ask the player to fight anything. But that’s not quite the same. The fun comes from playing in a way the game developers definitely did not intend and the problem solving of finding alternate routes get achieve the same goals.

Like, the shrine puzzles in Zelda: BotW/Totk usually have a clear solution the player is intended to arrive at, and leads to a fun “ah-hah” moment. But it is also fun to reach the end of the shrine in a silly way you’re pretty sure the devs never thought of.

I guess I just like puzzle games? Or maybe I like over-complicating things…

World of Warcraft was the first game I started doing this in. I didn’t know it was A Thing yet, I was just tired of the masses of monsters I had to wade through and stubbornly decided I would play without fighting anything. I still had game time after all, and not enough allowance to just buy another game, so perhaps it was more frugal than stubborn? This was also just about the earliest one could play WoW in this way. The Cataclysm expansion had just added exp to gathering professions, without which I’d run out of quests to do and get stuck pretty fast. (This is much less of a concern today, when Chromie Time scales everything to your level and you can go anywhere, anytime…)

Since then the thought of "could I do this as a pacifist?" has crossed my mine—and lodged itself in there—while playing just about any game featuring combat.

...That was a long-winded way of saying I’mma start blogging about my pacifist gaming adventures, starting with my OG WoW.

As I've watched others in this space, I've noticed discrepancies in the definition of "pacifist" so, I'll just layout my particular rule set real quick. I'm not killing anything, with or without getting my own hands dirty. I'm not assisting, e.g. healing, anyone attempting to kill anything. I will use nonlethal force on NPCs, e.g. bring them into custody, spar or duel. When buying things from shops, I'm not gonna worry about if they had to kill something to get it. With the perhaps arbitrary distinction that I can't commission another player to go kill a thing for me. I will be catching fish because I enjoy it and I will not be taking questions about whether or not they're technically alive and if I have technically killed them by doing so.

[rinnstars]

soulmates!

matching puzzle pieces: mimicking you unconsciously away from home

itoshi rin x reader: fluff, drabble, pro!player rin (after nel arc), long distance relationship, yearning/longing, not proofread + likes and reblogs are appreciated!

one thing rin has learnt whilst overseas is that you and him might really be connected by souls, by ribs, and by heart perhaps too.

strict routines he’s stuck to since he was just fourteen — wake up, open the windows, take deep breaths, stretching, yoga, mediation shifted in its own ways to accommodate you back when he had first gotten together with you: to waking up and looking at you with the light outside from the windows shining perfectly at your face that makes him gulp a little, staring hard and long whilst tracing your face as gently as possible, indulging in the sugary-sweet moment before returning back to his routine like a robot. its what he’s used to, what he’s comfortable enough, what he knows. and recently, he’s been mimicking you, he thinks: closing his eyes immediately at the bright light in his room the same way you bury your face in his face when you first wake up away from the “bright” lights in his room, drinking a cup of coffee that he swore he wouldn’t drink despite making it for you every morning like clockwork albeit with much less sugar than you would have added, and opening his phone the first thing he does right after it all the same way you open your phone and flash him essentially in his bedroom with your bright phone screen that illuminates the now matching photo of you and him beaming at the camera the day he left.

maybe its rin’s way of feeling your presence in his life now that its back to before he met you — just him and football, wearing a different but similarly stuffy and claustrophobic football jersey that marks his name at the back of it. bitter coffee that still smells like the kitchen that brings him back memories of you and him attempting to fix the coffee machine whilst laughing together, your smile imprinted in his mind, phone screen that still makes him unconsciously grin even though its been months since he’s left japan of that selfie with yours and his cheeks squished against each other, beaming at the camera as though it would be the last time right before he enters the gate to somewhere else that he wonders if you too look at it a little longer before you enter your phone, or hand sanitizer that smells exactly like the one you used to use, and gave to him whenever you two were out together that reminds him of home, reminds him of you.

and he’s sure his teammates dont miss the subtle changes to him. how his diet has changed strangely — desserts that fill his meal and sweets that he munches on in the dorm room that he used to buy from the convenience store for you to eat together in class and then in his room that tastes a little less sweet now that its not from your mouth to his, hotter food that you’ve made him grown used to in contrast to his old days eating leftovers and microwaveable meals from the fridge that still burns his tongue a little, sticking out his tongue as though he’s on field at the temperature even now the same way you do too, picking at his vegetable unconsciously the same way you do before pushing it onto his plate whilst smiling, each pickled vegetable even now resembling you in his mind as he pushes it around his plate. how he’s behaving all strangely too in contrast to the rin who they met just a few weeks ago at neo egoist league — how he’s more accustomed to laughing in the same tone you do, having to cup his mouth at the realisation, looking away awkwardly before being tackled by shidou (that broke out into half a fight), how he fiddles even more with his things than before as though they were your hands that he finds comfort in interlocking and fiddling with whilst lying right beside yours, how he looks a little longer at his phone screen that almost made shidou grab his phone (to his luck, he managed to dodge the attack and not get into a fight whilst in it: messaging you that as though expecting a praise). or even just the way he talks now — the tone and accent melting and merging into yours and his own mid sentence, your catchphrases popping out of his mouth unconsciously like bubblegum that draws strange looks (they dont understand it, he thinks), references to yours and by extension his favourite games and shows that flies by everyone else’s head that he misses your laugh that should ring along with his lame jokes.

and rin’s even more sure that the media doesnt miss how he’s changed from just that few weeks. how his closet doesn’t quite fit him right — sanrio and chikawa sweaters that are both a little too tight to have belonged to him and a little uncharacteristic for him to sport on his day out, silver necklaces that they just cant see the heart of, chalking it up to a new impulsive purchase despite him never wearing any in his winning match, silly keychains on the bag he brings out that catches the camera flash just right into the newspapers. how his last interview went even: seeming more nervous whilst attempting to make eye contact with the camera (knowing youre watching him live), stuttering a little too much whilst answering a question about romantic relationship, how his glued up paper ring catches the whole internet. how his internet presence (without PR) reflects something the internet wants to dig a little more — from his instagram stories about another game win whether that be on valorant or league of legends with a duo with a censored tag (of yours), screenshots of movies and shows he’s watching with the side of facetime featuring your face censored with colour brushes from the tools section, outfit pictures that are first vetted by you and then posted with a uncharacteristically cute water bottle you bought for him as a joke that he still uses to this very day.

its now that he can’t be fully with you that rin wonders if he’s taken advantage of all these years you’ve been there for him, each memory haunts him through his own unconscious movements, speech and thoughts: as though you’ve fully melted yourself on him, your soul and his intertwined and ribs replacing each others: becoming one another. missing, longing is not a strong enough word for it all — heartache when he lies in his bed all alone yearning for your warmth hands that lingers on his body, cuddling him at night that makes him dream of days long after his career in a small apartment all decorated by whatever you want living a life with just you and him, that tightening of his heart whenever he sees you in his everyday life: those red roses that he used to buy from the school shop, any song form the playlist you and him collated that he plays everyday, every second he can, things you’ve bought for him that he’s brought along this practically eons long trip to france, the dryness in his mouth when he looks at your face through facetime: noting every single changes from the way your fringe has gotten longer, to the small leftover seaweed bites form the corner of your mouth, wondering how you were just so perfect in his eyes. its not human he feels: this hunger and craving he feels deep in his ribs, in his guts, in his very bone and blood, every second he counts, every day he strikes off from his calendar, every football match he wins just for a chance for you and him to reunite.

and this time, he’s sure of one thing, no matter what his PR agency thinks, no matter what fans thinks, no matter what the world thinks: rin wants to kiss you, melting his lips against yours as he holds up the winning world cup trophy, in front of the whole field, in front of the whole audience, in front of the whole world — because if there’s anything he knows now is that you and him are one matching puzzle piece, you and him are one soul merged together dictated by the universe, you and him are meant to be: and he’ll love you for the rest of eternity.

[hootyhoowoo]

A little 15 min doodle but first post of the year has to be Bingqiu!

[lyraofthestarsss]

Blushing Game

(Mystreet boys x reader)

How long does it take to make them blush?

Garroth

- bro folds almost immediately lmao

- He definitely tries!! After all, he was used to putting on a face in front of others back in O’Khasis. Surely this wouldn’t be too different

- But there’s no hiding things from you

- All it takes is one sweet nickname for him to start melting

Dante

- He… also tries

- He’s definitely more competitive than Garroth. A few of your first few flirts are only met with smug smiles and comebacks

- It only takes a minute or so for all the compliments to finally get to him

- He looks away as he tries to hide his red face from you

Laurance

- for a moment, you thought this man was nearly unbreakable

- Nearly all of your flirts end with him shaking his head and smiling back at you

- He tells you “try harder, love” and “aww you can do better than that”

- If anything, you’re the one that starts getting flustered

- You start to lean closer, whispering in his ear

- You tell him you love him, how much he means to you, how you can’t imagine loving anyone else

- The closeness, along with how sincere you are, is what finally gets to him

- He curses under his breath as he leans his forehead on your shoulder

- He mutters that he loves you too, just loud enough for only you to hear

[myokk]

Her kisses were all-consuming and he felt his heart surrendering to her with every gentle nip, losing himself in the feeling of her. Her soft body pressing tightly against him, her breathy moans, the soft hair at the nape of her neck, her taste.

When Eloise finally pulled away from him, breathing heavily as their foreheads pressed together and their eyes locked, Sebastian was dazed and content and...happy. Merlin, he was so happy. Her cheeks were bright pink, and her lips were swollen and red and smiling up at him. His breath caught in his throat - he didn't think he had ever seen anything so beautiful as Eloise in that moment. Sebastian knew that he was grinning like a fool but he didn't care.

Happiness was bubbling up in his body and he was leaning down to kiss her again because it would never be enough and -

She started coughing.

Eloise abruptly pulled away from him, covering her mouth with her sleeve as she doubled over. A terrible, horrible, familiar wracking cough that Sebastian never thought he would hear again.

When she pulled her sleeve away from her mouth, there were little flecks of blood.

They both looked at each other in horror.

"Eloise..." he started, his voice cracking. The balloon of happiness that had filled him burst and he felt himself crashing back to the grim reality that had been his life for too long. Arms hanging limply at his sides. When his voice came out again, it was a whisper. He could barely choke the words out.

"...what did you do?"

their first kiss😇😇😇

[caffeiiine]

i love medias taht affect me to no end so much so that there’s no real way to get the pre-media ‘me’ back

[anna-scribbles]

h-how do you ever finish any of your work? genuine question because you seem to be productive despite your agreste syndrome and I need to learn your ways. but also how do you ever finish any of your work

unclear. last night i stayed up and finished a report worth 25% of my grade at about 5am, arrived on time for my 9am lecture, and spent about half of it zoned out while thinking about seventeen year old emilie agreste. and i was one of the most active participants in the class discussion

[goblinontour]

the mr and his mrs

via cinemamonamourpage

[evansbby]

THE TRUTH IS I MISS WRITING POYT AND I WANT TO WRITE A CONTINUATION TO THE BUCKY SPIN OFF WITH THE REACTIONS OF EVERYONE WHEN THEY SEE STEVE MARKED OMEGA ‼️‼️

[why-the-heck-not]

writes with python ”ugh I wanna write javascript” -> writes with javascript ”ugh I wanna write c++” -> writes with c++ ”I have made a horrible mistake”

[alastyr-not-alastair]

Hey look at that, finished steve saga art!

Took so unbelievably long his hair intimidated me

Ironically it was the chains that took the longest !

Timelapse below the cut

[afterartist]

Thinking of rewriting my first ever fanfic but with different characters (because SOME ASSHOLE thought dating a 17 yr old when he was 27 was a good idea)

So now it’s your turn Undertale Multiverse community,

Time to select 7 random AUs you want to see thrown in an infinite non linear Asylum together

Link to the Original Fanfic for context:

REMINDER⚠️⚠️

I was 13 when writing this fic

So it’s got horrendous writing (not that it’s improved much (,: ), and very bad depictions of both Mental illnesses and the LGBTQIA+ community

It was written when I only knew of DID as MPD (and unfortunately vilified Alters as that’s all the knowledge I had of it at the time) and had basically no knowledge of LGBTQIA+ identities, I was raised in a conservative Christian home and thus has practically no real world experience with anything outside of my parents views (my grandparents to this day believe you can pray the autism away /: )

All of these will be rectified or just entirely left out in the rewrite as I have more knowledge and by no ways stand with those old viewpoints

[daffi-990]

Seven(ish) Sentence Sunday ✍️

Tagged by @diazsdimples & @wikiangela. Go check out their snippets and show them some love 💕

I’ve been going back and forth between my Fantasy AU and Rival Firefighters this week and am feeling a lot better about my writing than I was last week, which is refreshing.

Today’s snippet is more than seven sentences and I literally just wrote it so excuse any and all mistakes. It’s from Rival Firefighters 🚒 and oh look .. The Well Incident is making an appearance in this fic 👀

The hospital admit Eddie for the night, no matter how much he grumbles and insists he’s fine, that he just wants to go home and see his son. The nurses don’t budge, and it’s not until Bobby threatens to call Athena and have her handcuff Eddie to the bed that Eddie gives up and resigns himself to his fate. After that Bobby heads out, squeezing Buck on the shoulder as leaves, and then it’s just him and Eddie . They switch on the tv and watch late night infomercials until a nurse comes by an hour later, interrupting their argument over the price of a steam mop to inform Buck that extended visiting hours are over and it’s time for him to leave.

He doesn’t want to go, wants to stay right here in the uncomfortable hospital chair beside Eddie’s bed and watch tv until he falls asleep knowing that Eddie is safe and will be right there beside him when he opens his eyes. He doesn’t want to go home and face the nightmares he knows are waiting for him as soon as he closes his eyes. He can still feel the mud under his gloved hands, digging digging digging.

The nurse comes back 15 minutes later and all but drags Buck out, much to Eddie’s amusement. Buck promises to come back first thing in the morning which earns him a soft smile from Eddie that sets Bucks heart a flutter. The nurse, Kathy, walks Buck to the elevator, casually mentioning that visiting hours don’t officially start until 9, but that she’s on shift until 8:30 and is willing to slip him in earlier if he comes bearing coffee.

Buck hugs her before hoping into the elevator, the door closing on her startled and blushing face. On his way down to the ground floor he orders an Uber, thankfully not having to wait too long before it arrives.

When he gets home he sinks down onto the couch, turning the tv on and switching it to the same channel he and Eddie were watching at the hospital. He closes his eyes and pretends he’s still there, Eddie alive and safe in the hospital bed beside him, grumbling about infomercials and how they’re trying to scam people.

No pressure tagging: @tizniz @hippolotamus @spotsandsocks @puppyboybuckley @chaosandwolves @wikiangela @wildlife4life @watchyourbuck @jeeyuns @jesuisici33 @disasterbuckdiaz @devirnis @missmagooglie @mellaithwen @monsterrae1 @sunshinediaz @spagheddiediaz @shortsighted-owl @exhuastedpigeon @elvensorceress @eddiebabygirldiaz @epicbuddieficrecs @evanbegins @nmcggg @bekkachaos @captain-hen @rainbow-nerdss @rewritetheending @thewolvesof1998 @try-set-me-on-fire @theotherbuckley @lover-of-mine @loserdiaz @ladydorian05 @honestlydarkprincess @homerforsure @hoodie-buck @giddyupbuck @fortheloveofbuddie @fiona-fififi @steadfastsaturnsrings @shitouttabuck @king-buckley @glorious-spoon @athenagranted @alliaskisthepossibilityoflove and anyone else wanting to share something 🥰

[thetriggeredhappy]

Abt ur nonbinary ppl post; I personally think that pyro fhcks and people need to stop being cowards

i’m glad we’ve socially accepted that pyro tf2 is non-binary like. universally. pyro being non-binary is truly one of those things where i think even the most centrist tf2 gamer boys would take that on the chin and hardly blink. but i’m NOT happy that people then went on to say that pyro cannot fuck. you people will adapt scout teamfortress into an uwu scared of other men’s dicks “be careful it’s my first time” boy or sniper teamfortress into an around the clock sadist who does kink negotiation on the first date but won’t let pyro teamfortress have normal ass sex as a non-binary person? i know why. and it’s frustrating.

[blanc-ci]

I need to apologize to all fic writers out there, I did not understand ur game

I have like 9 wips and counting bc every time I have a good idea Im like “wrow” and write 2k words about in a fixated haze

And I really want to share them!!! I go to pick at them and hopefully finish a chapter but my brain always interjects with another Grand Idea and I get side tracked.

[peaches2217]

There’s a well-worn painting of Peach in Mario’s left pocket. It’s about 4x4”, and there’s two seams running perpendicular along it from where he’s unfolded and re-folded it into a two-inch square countless times. Her image is battered, smudged, faded, you name it; it’s been exposed to elements of every extreme, brushed with his fingertips, held against his chest, kissed in the quiet of the night. When his heroics take him far from home, that painting brings him back, and he calls upon her for strength like the devout invoking a patron saint. When he’s by her side again, it sits idly in his pocket, unneeded for now but always within reach.

There’s a locket hidden in the back of Peach’s brooch. She spent many hours on the painting of Mario that occupies it, licking her brushes to fine points to squeeze in as much detail as possible, but every day she’s grateful for her efforts. He stays close to her heart whether he’s on the other side of town or the other side of the world. And every morning, she looks upon his face and vows to do her best, kissing his dimpled cheek before pinning her brooch into place. She worries it’s terribly silly, this little secret and the immense comfort she derives from it, but we all have our sentiments, don’t we?