#Ok I've finished the game now

[mothshrub]

I'm not sure I've ever seen world-building that's as intensely trans-positive as Vaugarde.

Like--I've seen 'yeah sure nobody cares if you're trans, it's all fine!', but Vaugarde is a country whose main religion literally reveres change as a central tenet. Followers are supposed to actively aspire to change as a way of life. Major institutions host classes so people can constantly try new things and potentially find new paths to explore. There's yearly festivals to show off how much you've changed. It's an established common and accepted thing that regular-ass people (not just devout followers) will withdraw for a while, change everything about their appearance and personality (including voice training if they want) and appear one day like a butterfly from a cocoon and everyone welcomes the new person without missing a beat. Isabeau is an example of this, and although he's vague about his younger self's gender, everything about his personal plot quest outlines a story of someone who hated their past self and pushed hard to embrace presenting differently to be someone Isa could love more.

Everything about Isa's story is so profoundly trans, and it's not just a regular phenomenon in Vaugarde--it's kind of expected. Sometimes people go through a Change multiple times in their life. Mirabelle regularly agonizes that she hasn't radically changed herself enough, and when change as a concept is inherently a trans-themed...

Just--it's all kind of on a different level. There's "'sure we'll use your pronouns", and then there's 'self transformation is a revered way of life'.

[turtlespancake]

me when i write a character who is prone to dooming themself and then they run off and doom themself. core traits are stubbornness and a willingness to disregard their own humanity gET BACK HERE IM NOT DONE WITH YOU

[v-iv-rusty]

bloodborne is one of the few games that can be kind of emotionally draining for me if I play it for too long (in a good way) but the main thing that keeps me going is the need to see what new kind of fucked up creature is creaching just around the corner

[saintedbythestorm]

Oh they apparently fixed the tiny text on outer worlds huh... hmmm... maybe I can actually play it without sitting on the floor now then...

Maybe I should give it another go...?

[roboromantic]

ough I really oughta just pay for an Actual blender course instead of trying to teach myself via youtube tutorials and messing around bc holy adhd, batman

[astrxealis]

back again ! ywehaw cowbaby :3

[fon-master-ion]

yay I made good writing progress :) <- wrote ONE word in an already existing sentence

[felixvanhuss]

Guess who's siiiiick! Because I simply cannot catch a fucking break!

[byanyan]

"Yeong-hwan? Who's that?" Flynn's head is turning, newly acquired service dog by his feet - though he's heard the way Byan has stilled when the name was said. "Wait, is that you? No way. Byan is much better for when you're a famous designer anyway - like Shakira."

call byan by their full name, see how they respond

ㅤeven with the paper they'd left behind now in hand and the classmate who'd been kind enough to return it to them already gone, byan remains tense in their seat. flynn repeating the name the other had used doesn't exactly help matters, though they try to seem unbothered by it as they stiffly shove the paper into their bag, facial features twitching slightly as he immediately puts two and two together. damn, so much for any hope of trying to lie and say the person had simply mistaken them for someone else...

ㅤ—what they don't expect, however, is the way he moves immediately from that initial disbelief to insisting that byan is far superior, skipping right past any of the usual questions, comments, or amusement which most tend to display at the revelation. the conclusion of 'like shakira' even earns an almost startled snort of a laugh through byan's nose that then melts into a series of chuckles as they lean back in their seat, body relaxing as quickly as it had tensed.

ㅤㅤ" 'like shakira,' huh? "ㅤthey repeat, amusement dripping from the words while they pointedly try to avoid thinking too much about how easily flynn says 'when you're a famous designer,' like it's the only obvious future. like he has all this impossibly casual faith in them.ㅤ" y'know, that's not really what i had in mind when i came up with the nickname back in first grade, but, like... you're not wrong. does kinda have that specific sorta ring to it, don't it? that 'you don't need the rest'a my name, you should already know who i am' kinda energy. never thought about it that way before, but i do like that. "ㅤplus, you know, they hate their given name, but that's... actually no longer the point, thanks to him.ㅤ" —not that i was plannin' on goin' by anythin' else at any point anyway, but y'do make a convincin' argument. "

[very-uncorrect]

Fuck it I'm not putting myself through this anguish any longer, I'm just gonna watch the ending of portal 1 on YouTube so I can be in the knowing when playing portal 2

[ranvwoop]

I talk a lot of crit abt pokmon here but uhh. average pokemon fan is ambivalent about pikachu, pikachus Pikachu who has been obsessed with pikachu for 16 years is an outlier and pi should not be counted. this context is important I think

[becca-alexa]

god i hate having to do course evaluations

[cyrsed]

ok new plan to finally play dead space even though i'm baby: play dead space 2

i'll maybe slightly desensitize myself so i'm not too freaked out when i try to play the remake again. also my laptop can't run the remake but it Can run ds2 and 17 year old me hadn't developed taste yet so i liked ds2 better than ds1 at the time, which means i've also watched this one guy's LP of ds2 so many times so i remember the order of events and scares extremely vividly lol

[ellecdc]

Hi!! Ok this is my first time doing an actual request so…I hope I do this right 😭.

Poly!marauders x transfer student reader: Reader comes from the US, where quodpot is the more popular wizarding sport (like quidditch is rugby and quodpot is football). Reader has always LOVED quidditch and is excited Hogwarts actually has a team. Maybe reader trying out for the team? Seeker would be cool bc the reader would be able to practice that by themself. Reader going to the pitch early every morning to practice leading up to tryouts, Sirius and James watching from the stands bc that’s normally THEIR time to practice. Remus sitting with a hot tea and bundled up…UGH I LOVE!

this was such a cute idea! this is actually the second fic I've ever written that involved 0 dialogue and I only realized that about either fic once I finished this one, so hopefully it's good! thanks for your request, love, I hope I did it justice!

poly!marauders x transfer student!reader who is obsessed with quidditch [900 words]

CW: .... I don't think any?? read is Gryffindor, written for a fem!reader (term that's used is witch) but could be read as gender neutral as they/them/their are used

If someone were to ask Remus why he could suddenly be spotted haunting the castle grounds before the sun rose most mornings now-a-days, he would quickly blame it on his sodding no good energetic and horribly devious boyfriends (who he loved very much). 

But the real answer was a far more selfish one.

You see, Remus (and Sirius and James) had developed a rather peculiar crush on a rather peculiar witch in their final year of Hogwarts. 

The rumour had been that a new student transferring from Ilvermory was going to be attending Hogwarts for their seventh year, and with Hogwarts (and the wizarding community in general) being as small as it was, it had created quite the buzz. 

The rumours were proven true when a witch far older than the many first years lined up for their turn at the sorting ceremony took their place below the hat only for it to shout GRYFFINDOR before their robes were decorated in red and gold.

You seemed utterly enchanted by it all; by the floating candles, by the stone walls, and by the feast itself. 

Watching you skip throughout the castle in the weeks following the Welcome Feast was nothing short of inspiring; it was as if watching a muggleborn first year see the castle and all of its secrets for the first time again. 

You seemed to be very skilled at finding the magic in, well, magic. 

Remus wondered then when magic stopped feeling so magical to the rest of the seventh year class; even children who were raised by magical parents were nothing short of ecstatic to begin honing their own skills at Hogwarts.

When did that stop feeling so exciting? When did throwing up silencing charms and summoning objects towards yourself become second nature instead of an exciting and exceptional learned skill? When did transfiguring buttons into butterflies become an arduous lesson instead of a wondrous adventure?

And that's not to say that you hadn’t seen or experienced magic before; on the contrary, you were a very talented witch. But you seemed to be awestruck by every single thing that you set your eyes on.

The fact that you were living in a castle had been particularly exciting for you, from what Remus had overheard, as was the game of quidditch. 

The popular and more commonly played sport in the magical United States was that of quodpot, and what little Remus actually understood about quidditch, he understood even less of quodpot, which is to say that he understood absolutely none of it. But even Remus had to admit there was something mesmerising about watching the way your tongue stuck out a little bit through your teeth as you drew out different drills and formations in your dedicated quidditch journal.

Though the quidditch season hadn’t started yet, every time there was a pickup game or a one-on-one, or even a few players feeling the familiar itch of flying through the air at record speeds and dodging other players and flying balls, one could be certain that you would be standing in the bleachers - often even hanging over the edge of the railing (in a way that made Remus very nervous, thank you very much) - with a wide smile on your face as you took it all in. 

And if Remus was really lucky, he’d even get a chance to watch as you balanced on the balls of your feet as if your body was just itching to join in on the fun. 

And if Sirius and James both took the piss for Remus finally enjoying ‘quidditch’ enough to put his sodding book down every once in a while, well, that was neither here nor there. 

So, the second that madame Hooch announced that tryouts for house teams would be starting in a few short weeks; you were hardly ever spotted around the common room anymore. 

Any time there was a free moment, one could bet you’d be down at the pitch - or even elsewhere on the grounds - with a broom underneath you and your eyes peeled for the wiley little snitch. And anytime you were found at the pitch? Well, one could bet James and Sirius would be too.

….

… As was Remus. 

James was all too happy to finally have (enthusiastic and consensual) company in the mornings to comment on the fact that it had been nothing short of painstaking torture to extricate Sirius from his bed for quidditch practices before you had transferred to Hogwarts, or to comment on the fact that it had been nothing short of painstaking torture to extricate Remus from his bed on any given day before you had transferred to Hogwarts.

Because it appeared that they were all in agreement that, even if it had to be at six in the bloody morning, watching you experience the unbridled joy that Hogwarts and quidditch and magic could give you was the best place to be.

Sirius leaned casually against the railing flashing you the odd wink or holler of encouragement when you happened to look over at your admirers in the stands whilst James shouted pointers and cheered you on, basically hanging over the railing in much the same way you would when the roles were reversed.

And Remus?

Well, Remus usually had about three layers on, a hot cup of tea, and a book that laid untouched as he got to enjoy the view.

[syrinq]

being stuck in a perpetual loop for several days straight, doing nothing but listen to music all day and open the tumblr dashboard like it's a fridge is a boring hell, ESPECIALLY if you desire to do other stuff like "wow golly gee i want to play this new game i got a week ago!" but somehow you just fucking don't and you basically feel like a roomba stuck on its task and it ends up hitting the wall 50 times

[aamircoeur]

Could you possibly write some headcanons for Kenji Sato with a s/o who's a figure skater that competes nationally?

Ken Sato with a figure skater lover ー hcs.

surely my love ! thank you so much for the request.

sfw. gn!reader. scenarios and situations are made up! happy reading 🤍 UNEDITED

warning: i have little to no knowledge about ice skating so i apologize if there's any incorrect information about what i've written! corrections are appreciated

baseball was ken sato's thing, so it would be unlikely that he'd show any interest towards other sports on a normal day

he went ice skating with his mom and dad when he was a child like two times and that's all he knows so far

but before he even started dating you, he willingly learned everything about figure skating to try and get to know more about you this way

he watched yuzuru hanyu's clips during the 2018 winter olympics and studied the rules, how the judging worked, different skills and moves, etc.

now that you're dating, you found it so cute when he told you that he learned all of that just for you

he comes to your competitions no matter where it was held, sometimes even asking coach shimura if he could be excused from one game of his just so he could watch you

he has never been allowed yet but he asks every time, saying that it was always worth the shot

he gets recognized by some fans when he's there because he doesn't wear any disguises to your games

you told him that he should so that he could at least have some privacy

but he declines, saying that he'd want everyone to know that ken sato is cheering on his lover

he's the loudest to cheer when you've successfully performed an axel, knowing how hard you practiced them alone

he buys two bouquets of roses whenever he comes to your games, one to throw into the rink when you've finished your performance

and the other to give to his baby after each competition

the two of you share your sports with one another, him letting you mark your initial on his bat while you let him wear your medals when photographers take your pictures after yet another win

he teaches you baseball, gives you access to mina's hologram so you can play and practice when you want

he buys you a bat in your favourite colour!!!!!

he gives you his jersey and even buys you a custom-made one with your surname and preferred number

on the other hand, you go on ice skating dates with him sometimes

he absolutely sucks ass though icl

he'd fall down multiple times a mere second after stepping into the rink

he'd semi-crouch as a way to maintain balance

and you'd just skate around him teasingly

you hold his hands while skating around the rink

although he doesn't enjoy not immediately being amazing at something, he likes learning from you

and being with you

and having you

ok he loves you whatever

mf installs an ice rink in his big-ass house just so you could spend more time with him by training there on your free time