#I’ve been playing all day

[theorphicangel]

“Toji, you’re gonna die if you go in there.”

The man sitting beside you huffs, his large hands gripping your controller. a lazy sunday afternoon and you both have nothing better to be doing so you get the idea of playing video games with your lover and perhaps show Toji your favourite childhood game — Minecraft.

but now you’re thinking that maybe it wasn’t the best idea.

“you’re gonna die.” you repeat watching as he leads his character in first person pov to a cave.

“die from what?” he mumbles. his limps are outstretched on the couch and you lay comfortable on his chest. you decided to play on the tv screen so you could get a better idea of explaining but in the current moment it doesn’t seem to be going so well.

“I dunno….there’s zombies, skeletons and creepers.” you note, a rise of anxiety sweeps throughout your body. he’s gonna die, you think again but your lips fail to sound the words out.

“s’okay, I got a sword.” He mutters, squinting his eyes.

“out of wood.” you deadpan, “that won’t kill them fast enough.”

Toji makes no reply, focusing on the screen.

“you don’t even have a torch—“ you speak up again but your words are interrupted when all of a sudden, Toji’s body shifts from a scare.

“fuck, what was that?”

the screen jumps with every hit and the once full red hearts begin to empty rapidly.

“you’re getting hit by a skeleton, move!”

“I’m trying!” he calls out in frustration, trying to manoeuvre out of the way.

The character on the screen attempts to run away, back to the entrance of the cave to escape. More monsters seem to emerge from the darkness, rapidly chasing after the character.

“quick!” the hearts on the screen continue to decrease with every hit. He was close to making it to the exit of the cave yet before you know it, it was too late.

A silence sits heavy over the two of you.

‘you died!”

‘Toji was blown up by a creeper.’

“I didn’t even hear that little shit.”

“that’s why it’s called a creeper, love, they sneak up on you.”

Toji mutters a few curse words, passing the controller back to you. you take it gladly and return back to then main menu to create a new world.

“let’s go on creative mode for now babe.”

join my summer event here!

[lastarvek]

and please feel free to tell me why in the replies/tags !!!!

[timethehobo]

Mostly on side quests atm and dragging him everywhere cos he’s such a sweetheart.

[cable-salamdr]

So I started Tears Of The Kingdom (again)

I am very normal about this game (all of this is based on my own gameplay, yes, even the dick building one.)

[unluckedtj]

something bad’s about to happen to me

why i feel this way, i don’t know maybe

[duusheen]

It’s time for Pandora to leave, and not everyone in the family feels the same about her leaving home 😔

[florwal]

funeral home wip

[guppygiggles]

Trying to decide if I want Avery as a medical doctor or a university professor in my Sea and Sky AU… I’m honestly leaning teacher, but, um. Both have their. Charms. ////

[high-priestess-of-daydreams]

A looooong as time ago, like during COVID, I made a cliche dsmp au about c!tommy tuning away from exile to the nether where he becomes an empire or smt. I admittedly think that au is really stupid and honestly overly self indulgent but seeing as I have been dragged into this hellhole of a fandom, kicking and screaming- here is a reworked version of that, Or at least a redesign for said Au. I might make another post on it but don’t expect much K? K.

[potatoesarecheese]

batfam au where bruce gave up the batman costume when he became dick's dad, because he was mentally sane enough to realise that an actual child should not be fighting actual murders.

and the world carried on.

batman becomes a folktale, something that parents use to get their children to sleep, and something that every thug thinks about when the night just a little too quiet and things are going a little too well.

occasionally, some angsty teenager or some bitter man will make their own costume, and try to be batman. and it makes headlines, it keeps criminals in check. but these New Batmen never carry that mantle for very long.

Jason, Tim, Damian, Cass, Steph, Babs, Duke, everyone. They are never found, they are never rescued, they are never born. the villains never become villains. the joker disappears

sometimes, Alfred gets this feeling that there's someone missing, multiple someones, but he doesn't even know who. he mourns a family he's never had, and holds space for someone that he never knew.

but the world carries on

this all changes when two things happen very, very quickly.

One, some scrappy teenager flies to Ethiopia, looking for a mother he didn't even know and drops of the grid. completely unrelated to this teenager, a warehouse explodes

Two, dick starts poking around the manor, accidentally stumbling upon the remains of his father's past-- is father is Batman. was batman. and dick doesn't really know what to do with that information. so he does the only logical thing and tries to become the actual Batman.

At first, he tries to be batman without any training and immediately gets his ass handed to him. And, while he's dragging his broken body to the cave, he sees Alfred. Alfred, who patches him up and tells him that, if he's going to be batman, he needs to go back to the classics.

he needs to tell bruce.

he needs to tell bruce, or bruce is going to figure it out for himself. he isn't the worlds greatest detective for nothing, and it's better to tell him sooner rather than later.

when dick tells bruce, bruce... doesn't know what to think. he doesn't want his son -his precious son- to go out fighting the one-man war that he'd once tried to fight. but he also knows that there's probably nothing that he can do to stop dick.

the best way for Bruce to protect who he loves is to teach him how to fight. how to actually fight.

and so he does.

he trains Dick with everything that he knows. teaches him with the intensity and the drive that canon Bruce taught Tim. He will not lose his son, he will not let dick lose the one-man war. and he will not let his past as Batman be the thing that tears his family apart.

The Batman returns to the streets of Gotham. Criminal activity is at an all time low. the people who would have become villains have already moved on with their lives.

so the world carries on, bringing Batman with it.

end of part one (because this has been rotting in my drafts and I need to post this now or ill forget again)

[reddamselette]

They laid beneath the stars together, shaded by the grand of trees surrounding the entrance. He listened to the soft breathing below him, a head of blond hair resting on his chest as delicate and gentle fingers traced circles into his clothes yet feeling it tingle in his skin.

It seemed as if time failed to pass, the world stopping its motion and remained dormant in its orbit around the sun, floating along in space with the stars. “Why are you never real?”

His question earned an amused huff and he watched the gorgeous and mesmerizing curls sway and bounce into place as his favorite pair of eyes met his. Blue eyes that held the entire universe and more, sparkling with its own stars and its own spark of electricity. Jason’s hand cupped Leo’s cheek tenderly, sweetly, and so incredibly delicately. “I am real.”

Leo shook his head softly, cupping Jason’s hand with his own as he blew a soft breath and leaned into his touch, briefly closing his eyes as he spoke, “Don’t leave me.”

Jason shifted, moving about until he laid directly between Leo’s legs, his arms folded on his chest comfortably. There was something different in Jason’s eyes. Something that wasn’t quite there if not never there. Leo has seen the look of happiness in Jason’s face, how sadness painted his cheeks beautifully, calm but collected anger that struck his body in flashes. But not once has Leo ever seen the light of peace on Jason’s features.

“Take me with you.” Leo whispered. Begging, his rough and calloused palms cradling Jason’s face and he rubbed his thumbs softly in a motion. Brown irises traced every line, every scar, every strand of blond wavy hair.

Jason hummed in disagreement. His voice as soft as the clouds, light with rain, and not a trace of burden lodged within it. “You know I can’t do that, Firefly.”

[warmsol]

do you crave to be home playing with your sims while you’re out or are you normal

[madaqueue]

oh also i need to leash and collar him, yank him around on his knees until he’s stumbling forward and tripping over himself, tell him to bark and laugh when he does

[tetzoro]

good morning friendz and happy wednesday ! (ㅅ´ ˘ `) it’s a brand new day and i hope you find something that makes you smile ෆ love uuuuu !

[tac-bat]

I love you venture overwatch

[a-lazy-daisy]

you turn my 6’s to 9’s