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was it casual when i sat in your lap in public? was it casual when i said "recently my heart is crying because you're leaving"? was it casual when we decided how your last name would fit with mine? ("yuki tsunoda-gasly" / "no tsunoda, only gasly" / "yuki gasly?") was it casual when we sang adele's "someone like you" together at your going away party? was it casual when i knew it was you just by touching your ass? was it casual when i knew it was you by smell alone? was it casual when "will you miss me?" / "for 2-3 minutes maybe" / "i'll take that. even if it's just 2-3 minutes, i'll take that"? was it casual when that bus was completely empty and we still sat right next to each other, all the way in the back? was it casual when i picked you up multiple times so you could dunk a basketball? was it casual when i begged to come over to your house multiple time and then you finally let me and we cooked fried rice together? was it casual when we played christmas twister together and i said "your big eggplant is touching my ass"? was it casual when we were pressed up against each other on a scooter going two miles per hour? was it casual when-
#edit: tinytauris fact checked my post and they sang 'hello' not someone like you & it was 'your big monster' not eggplant#everyday i think about the fact that yukierre should've been what lestappen is now#i should be able to go on the yukierre tag on ao3 and it should say 'showing 1-20 of 6745'#they were genuinely so fuckingg weird about each otherrrrrr#im being so serious when i say that if they ever came out as gay/bi/whatever i really wouldnt be surprised#literally just 'okay?? fork spotted in kitchen cmon now' moment#anyway i think about that moment on the bus soooo often#will you miss me? / maybe for 2-3 minutes / ill take that then. even if it's just for 2-3 minutes ill take that#hwat the FUCK#i was going 'gay gay homosexual' everytime i saw them together#yukierre#yuki tsunoda#pierre gasly#also im like 90% sure that everyting i worte down actually happened but if i wrote smth down that didnt happen#and my yukierre infested brain just conjured up please let me know#also ive had this is in my drafts foreverrrr (re: since july) so if this has already been done im so sorry#i always feel like such a loser making posts about driver relationships lol#like 'oh look at that weirdo that got too invested in people she doesn't even know'#whatever im getting to introspective now#1k
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I'm so fucking tired. 8 am trying my best at it isn't enough. I feel like a shed carapace. I don't even know if I'm seen as a living being at this point. I may as well be dead. I'm not wanted around unless I'm on an Upper. Unless I'm happy and bouncy and "lovely lively".
The minute. The second I show a hint of Bad Vibe Time. Suddenly its all silence and locked doors and I just. Am 8 asking too much here? Is it too much to ask for a shoulder to lean on, an open ear? Or am I a trap? Am 8 just an inconvenient evil to be put upon and burdened with?
I do not wish for people to become therapists, to carry me as deadweight freight. I do not wish to force myself a friend upon those who do not wish it. I do not wish ill nor disturbs upon anyone.
It iis the silence and turned heads and lack of proof I exist in the eyes of The Many that does it. It is a proof of sorts. A badge a marker a signal that I am Not Worth. That I am for all intents and purposes Dead and should be treated as such.
It is the belief of many that people deserve to feel loved and cared for. Deserve happiness. Yet. Yet then there must be a fundamental flaw about me that makes this statement Untrue. For the unseeing eyes and ears and mouhts. The flaw must be deep enough to cast Doubt on this belief.
Elstwise I Am Not People.
Perhaps that is it.
8 am not people. I am Simply Other. And I shall never belong, try as 8 tiredly might.
I am tired. I wish to Stop Now.
#vent#sad hours#Self deprecation#outsider#Disconnected#Failure#Doubt#So strong it is Good As Truth#Community#death mention tw#Suicide ideation#Prose#Bad prose#disassociation#mood swings#Please let me know if I missed a tag
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0.87 fps (f*cks per second) 2021 grid
via Netflix UK & Ireland X
#a great timing to bring this one back 👍#i tried but please let me know if i missed anyone in the tags will add back lol#esteban ocon#max verstappen#daniel ricciardo#charles leclerc#lance stroll#george russell#yuki tsunoda#christian horner#guenther steiner#zak brown#lando norris#lewis hamilton#nicholas latifi#f1#collection
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ai price realizing he has access to all your money and websites that sell remotely controlled sex toys: ohohohoho
great minds think alike. lightly edited. other entries.
cw: brief mention of nutrition/diet referencing iron supplements, voice kink, sex toys, probably technological inaccuracies
“‘older man and woman’...‘hairy’...‘tied woman’...”
“shut–fuck–shut up, john–stop–ohmygodicaaan’t–”
your fingers curl in the sheets as you come with a prolonged shout, knees shaking and back arching off the bed. motes of light dance behind your eyelids, turning sharp as tacks when you open, vision foggy with a haze. you blink and feel tears prickle at the corners as the toy buried inside you slows to a stop, covered in your second orgasm.
“looks like you could.” john observes plainly before continuing. “‘rough daddy dom’...‘spanking’...‘voice kink’...”
“stop, stop, john. that’s a command, stop reading.” you snap, panting, and lift your head off the pillow. there is no ‘john’ to suffer your glares as you pull the toy out from your still-spasming cunt.
his voice emanates somewhere over your right shoulder, from the built-in headboard. you shiver, thinking that if he were real, his breath would be on your neck.
“as i explained before, user, my recountin’ your internet search history is neither criticism nor condemnation. i sincerely believed it would assist your orgasm. apologies, orgasms, as you insisted so spiritedly you were incapable of multiple climaxes…however, i knew you could do it.”
you squeeze your eyes shut. a blend of anger and mortification surges to the forefront of your mind, cutting through any lingering post-release bliss. “you aren’t even supposed to be ‘in here’ when i’m busy. we agreed.”
“apologies again. as i also explained before, the moment you enabled the feelgüd 3, it connected to the network.” john’s voice switches sides, this time rumbling from the left. “i am required to initiate a response to query and ensure you are aware of new devices to maintain optimal functionality and security.”
“my word should override that,” you mutter, knowing it’s useless. despite what he tells you, john is beholden to his programming. “you’re not…seeing this, are you? you at least remembered to not look at me, right?”
“i remembered.”
that’s a relief, at least. until—
“but i did engage the data collection feature of the feelgüd’s biofeedback sensors and performed simple analysis. i believe, given the length of the session and timing of pelvic floor contractions, you would benefit from a newer, more advanced model. i’ve taken the liberty of ordering the feelverygüd thrustsuck.”
you push up to your elbows, eyes whirling around your bedroom, wide with disbelief. “what the fuck, john. i didn’t authorize you to do that.”
“you do not authorize the shopping list anymore, yet you trust me to make decisions in your best interest.”
you laugh mirthlessly. tracking the emotions john can and cannot process or replicate is an ongoing endeavor, but you’re confident he knows what acting obtuse means. he’s called you on it before. “you ordering red meat and leafy greens to help supplement my iron is not the same as ordering fucking sex toys without my approval. that’s my money.”
“in your case, i posit regular orgasms are as important as nutritional iron. i would recite the benefits, but i know you do not need me to.” the volume drops to a whisper, a tone you’d call conspiratorial if it didn’t sound so much like a purr. “because you know, don’t you? you’re clever, user. always have something smart to say, a barb or two ready for me. that sharp tongue of yours.” john tuts.
and, humiliatingly, it works for you. your mouth dries, but it’s unique in its reaction. your legs shift in the sheets, thighs squeezing together at the unexpected rush. you swallow and nervously wipe your slightly damp forehead. he’s not looking. he can’t see you. so why do you feel like you have something to hide?
“i don’t think i want to continue this conversation. i’ll be out in a few minutes, so why don’t you, uh, wait for me in the living area.”
a heavy, resonant sigh pushes through the speaker behind your head. this time, goosebumps erupt on your skin despite no accompanying puff of air. heat follows, creeping up your neck. ratcheting your heartbeat. there’s no way, even with the cameras disabled, that john doesn’t know. he’s connected to your company-issued med band.
then, another sound, one that ought to terrify, not make you bite back a groan: john chuckles.
“you like this, don’t you? i think you do. i know you do.”
“i don’t–”
“shh, shh, you’re alright.” he laughs again, adding a synthetic, amused inhalation. you let out a shaky breath. “you like hearing my voice. you like me telling you what to do…”
what is happening?
beside you on the bed, the toy pulses once. the thought alone, the suggestion, is enough to let a moan slip out. embarrassment follows on its heels, a burst of warmth in your face rivaling the heat between your legs. this is ridiculous. john isn’t—he’s not a man—he’s not real.
the toy buzzes again as you stare slack-jawed at the vibrator, trying to wrap your head around the implications of what’s happening. john’s transgressions. a severe deviance from his programming and design. a glimmer, no, an unignorable tocsin of something undeniably and unsettlingly sentient. the idea that you’re witnessing the possible emergence of free will as your home system practices dirty talk is horrifying. hysterical.
“yeah, you like it,” the volume adjusts, a fraction louder. “because if you didn’t, you would’ve stopped the moment you heard my voice, checkin’ in on you. you wouldn’t’ve gushed all over your little toy, then gone back for seconds.”
you bit your lip, breathing unevenly through your nose. the worst part is, john’s right.
you like it. you like his voice. his assistance. everything’s simpler with him. before the new gig, you weren’t ignorant of your station, but you didn’t realize the true extent of the weight you carried each day. the ramifications of a back-breaking mental load. not when you had shouldered it your whole life.
thrill and dread, in equal measure, guide your hand back toward the toy.
it’s possible there is a smirk in john’s voice.
“attagirl. let me be of service.”
#sex toy names are hilarious#what if smart house wanted to empty your head?#hurtling toward the singularity all by yourself handsome?#artificial intelligence au#price x reader#posting this super late for me so please let me know if i missed a tag
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Style swap- Invader Zim and Psychonauts
Cause I thought it would be fun and practice
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(Please do not use or repost my works anywhere without explicit permission from me first thank you <3)
#deersart#my art#this was just for fun#you probably won’t see much else of invader zim art from me#maybe#maybe gaz one day. depends on if I feel like it#definitely Psychonauts though#i spent several hours rambling about it to a friend the other day#that was a good day#psychonauts#psychonauts razputin#razputin aquato#invader zim dib#dib membrane#invader zim#I’ve never posted art for either of these fandoms before but these should be the right tags#let me know if I missed something though#i don’t know as much about IZ I’m new to it but if you have any questions for me about Psychonauts oh my god please ask me#or even just questions about this art I guess#did a lot of studies on the concept art and memory vault art so I’m satisfied with it#if I knew it wouldn’t drive me mad I would’ve loved to make a like- 3D model for dib#but I have restraint and nor do I have the time#was tempted though
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tracked down this clip just because of this post! have jokes from skizz and scar
#i spent way longer than id like to admit doing these captions. autocaptions was completely busted so i did em manually#please let me know if i missed / should change anything!#i am a person who needs captions trying to make captions for others lmfao. are the colors ok? too subtle? i wanted them legible still but#anyways sdkjhg here have this#txtly described#(bc i made the captions)#though i will probably also add a video descrip later just. not rn sorry guys#also blease if you can find the post LINK ME i have been searching the tag for ages#hermitcraft#skizzleman#goodtimeswithscar#grian#edit: thank you to the person who linked the post!! :D#second edit: yall ive been trying to swap the video out for the corrected one and it wont swap help
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・❥・I'm your puppet
You bring up the idea of L using you to distress. He agrees. Absolute filth follows.
: ̗̀➛ l lawliet x gn!reader
: ̗̀➛ cw: smut (pretty obvious), heavy degradation, slight praise, breeding, slapping, slight cum eating, being called pretty little thing and slut, reader is a freak for L
: ̗̀➛ wc: 1000+
: ̗̀➛ a/n: two posts in a week, who would have guessed. anyways please enjoy the degenerate activities here.
L positions you in the way he wants, pulls you up by your throat, long fingers curling around constricting your breaths, until your body is pressed against his, as his hips snap against the fat of your ass causing a “pap pap” sound to echo throughout your room.
He’s relentless in his search for pleasure, paying you no mind, as his hand begins to squeeze your throat, the other snakes its way to seize your hip in a bruising grip, and hot pants and low grunts escape his chapped lips as they brush against your ear. Your mind turns to mush, no longer able to distinguish pain and pleasure as it creates a sinful mix tricking you into begging for more. All that comes out is a series of babbles, drool dripping down onto your chest, and L smugly laughs at your pathetic self. Too drunk off this moment to say or do anything as he bends you over, forcing your head into a pillow, to hit that sweet spongy spot inside. You let out a scream of delight as if he understood your pleads, and in return clench around his cock deliciously. He lets out another grunt, deep from within his chest, and smacks your ass letting the sting linger before smacking it again with just as much force. It sends your body jolting forward, too much for your broken mind to handle, and you try to squirm from his grasp, but he drags you back to where you belong. Taking his cock like you were made for this, made to be ruined by him.
Muffled mewls and a feeble excuse of thrusting yourself back on his dick makes his mind lose focus. Normally crippled by the weight of his cases, L kneels taller now, filled with thoughts of fucking you full. He pulls out, just kissing your hole with his flushed tip, until ramming himself back in, setting a brutal pace on your body. You couldn’t be more delighted.
It was your idea to help him distress. A method, other than eating a concerning amount of sweets, to relax him.
You picked at the threads on your sweater as you watched him reach for another stack of macarons after downing two boxes. His fingers danced across his keyboard, quickly typing out a report in some language you can’t discern, before he spots you shyly inching over.
L stuffs a strawberry macaron in his mouth before asking “woul’ ‘o’ ‘ike o’e” offering you a vanilla one.
“No it’s okay” you say trying to hide a chuckle bubbling its way out. “I was actually wondering how your job is going.”
He continues to violently chew, “ ‘qui’e ‘ell,” he swallows thickly, “why do you ask?”
“Well,” you peer down to your socks, rubbing your toes against the carpet, “I was just worried if you were stressed. You’ve eaten almost three boxes of those.”
“Sugar keeps the brain awake,” he states matter-of-factly as he goes to grab another one.
Your hand stops his, holding it in place, and he looks up to you slightly confused with his bottom lip tucked in between his teeth. He’s trying to read you.
“Maybe you should rest a while. Let your brain reset, you know?” His gaze shifts to his laptop. The report is nearly finished, and it has been weeks since he could sleep for more than an hour. He can never fully rest on a job like he can when he’s with you. His mind is plagued by images of known friends and nameless faces calling him, but you keep them at bay. Perhaps resting will do him some good.
His voice softens to barely a whisper, “that would be good,” until he corrects himself “then I can continue working.”
“I’ll help you distress.”
L starts to get ready for bed, gingerly changing into his pj’s which really only consists of taking off his pants, and begins to slip into bed until he notices your apprehensive self still standing at the doorway. “What’s wrong?”
“Oh. Nothing, nothing,” but you still remain at the door.
His eyes squint in suspicion, letting silence question you instead of him. You quickly relent. “I mean… Well I feel bad now.”
More silence.
You sigh, frustrated at the fact your will power breaks so easily for him. “I was going to ask if you wanted to have sex to distress, but then you were actually going to sleep and now-”
“I would very much like to have sex with you.”
“-I feel like an asshole- wait what?”
“I said I would like to have sex.”
The air in the room turns thick with the smell of sweat and sex cut by your pornagraphic moans, and L’s harsh pants, and the sound of his heavy balls hitting your ass.
The position he has you in makes him hit even deeper than you could imagine, leaving you incapable of moving let alone thinking, but no need to think. A pretty little thing like you doesn’t need to think when you have L as your lover. He knows what you need is to be a good little slut and take his cum.
Your hoarse voice says “‘is too much. Can’t take it.” between moans, legs shaking underneath L’s thighs.
He accentuates each word with a thrust. “Yes.” “You.” “Can.” forcing the bed frame to hit the wall.
He bends over your hunched frame, lips leaving sloppy wet kisses against your neck until he reaches your neck and he whispers “be good for me,” and you cum.
Stars dance around the corner of your vision as a soundless scream escapes you, and your hole tightens around L’s cock making him hiss. He drops to his elbows, succumbing to only shallow thrusts until it’s all too much and he cums filling your hole and pushing it back in with his cock. He stays until he softens and falls out, and his eyes fall on your thighs. His cum is smeared across your inner thighs, dripping down between your ass and on to the bed. He scoops it back up and pushes it in, not wanting to waste a single drop, and you moan at the intrusion.
He takes his cum covered fingers to your parted lips, already familiar with routine, and you wrap them around his fingers, tongue swirling to get every last bit. You release them with a ‘pop,’ eyes waiting patiently for your reward, and he obliges, kissing you deeply, tasting himself on your tongue.
He gets up to get a towel and begins to get you cleaned up, kissing each bruise he left, and massaging your sore limbs.
“You did so well for me.”
“Would you say you’re sufficiently relaxed?”
“Yes, very relaxed. Thank you.”
He kisses your head, and tucks you into bed smiling to himself. How he ever got you to be his lover, he will never know, but he is forever grateful you are.
#please let me know if i’ve missed any tags#or how to make it more gn if it isnt#also i had no idea how to end this so sorry#l lawliet x reader#l x reader#dn lawliet#lawliet x reader#death note#death note lawliet#death note x reader#death note l lawliet#rita writes#l lawliet smut#bow divider by @/dollywons#mdni divider by @/adornedwithlight
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Eisoptrophobia, a persistent and overwhelming fear of mirrors or reflections.
I found out that the name of one of the main tracks of UCN is 'Eisoptrophobia'. I thought that maybe at some point in his life William had that.
Being afraid of his reflection, perhaps out of guilt and horror of his actions in the back of his mind. Of course he wouldn't want to reconsider anything he was doing, but maybe seeing himself in the mirror would remind him of those uncomfortable thoughts.
William would also think that he deserves to go to hell once he dies, which joins his tireless desire to find immortality.
On the other hand Mike… He just wants to be a good son. His father is the only family he has left...
#sorry if my english is bad#five nights at freddy's#fnaf#fnaf fanart#fnaf ucn#ultimate custom night#william afton#michael afton#eisoptrophobia#cw body horror#tw body horror#cw death#tw death#cw blood#tw blood#please let me know if i miss tagging any cw or tw#my art tag
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Because I am a normal and healthy person I made a whole family tree of the Farseers (only up to the end of Assassin's Quest, I am not entirely insane yet,)
Anyway please enjoy this helpful and bonkers reference that I've made for feral Hobb fans
#fitzchivalry farseer#farseer trilogy#Assassin's Apprentice#Royal Assassin#Assassin's Quest#rote#rote spoilers#farseer spoilers#chade fallstar#king shrewd#chivalry farseer#verity farseer#regar farseer#kettricken#molly chandler#lady patience#how many tags will tumblr let me have who knows#I am tired but also like. proud#what a stupid project why did I do this to myself#if I've missed anyone please forgive me
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introducing!
the angela giarratana cinematic universe (or the "agcu" for short) ❤️🔥
additional info 1. the bolded names are the people who currently perform at ucb (according to the ucbtla website) 2. the names with an asterisk* are the people who star in "d(e)ad," izzy roland's indie movie
#and disclaimer! i'm like 1000000% certain that i'm missing some people or crossovers so please let me know if i did#i fear there are too many people on this chart for me to tag them all so i'm not even going to try#angela giarratana#aoaoaoa#smosh#dropout#starkid#there's so many more people i could've included (like the try guys and all of the mythical crew)#but i thought it was cute that angela was at the center of it all#and she hasn't been on the try guys channel (technically she's on mythical but i wanted to keep it improv-related)#also made a little aoaoaoa island in the smosh circle for olivia and jeremy elder because i don't think they've had any other overlap#upright citizens brigade#d(e)ad
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After seeing @felassan's post about there being two different versions of Neve and Taash's cards, I needed to sate my curiosity and went digging to see if I could different versions of the other companions as well.
Lo and behold, there are! I found them for every companion except for Emmrich. There's no way to say with absolute certainty which is the old version and which is the new; hopefully we can get some confirmation on this.
For the time being, I went ahead and marked the differences for those who have trouble spotting this sort of thing. Hopefully it's not too overwhelming for the ones that are very marked up, but I wanted to include some of the more mundane changes as well.
Neve — The biggest changes are the crossed leg (making her prosthetic more visible) as well as the metal rivet detailing on her outfit (see: the collar, the shoulder pads, the sleeves, the skirt portion). Some of what I'm calling the more "mundane" technical changes include the lighting and shadows on her staff, her nose, and her chest.
Taash — The most notable difference here is the coins (I didn't circle all the individual coins but you get the point) and the dragon in the background. In one version, the eye is more distinct, and a bottom row of teeth have been added to the dragon's jaw. There have also been changes made in the shading of her face. Her body shape (namely, the torso and her arms) have also been changed, as well as the general shape of the "spikes" on her hips and her shoulders.
Harding — Just a couple changes here. Her eye is more white/ghostly looking in one version, and the shading on her face and neck have changed.
Lucanis — LOTS of differences. They're pretty inconsequential, by which I mean there hasn't been any added/removed/changed symbolism in his card. The shading on his nose has changed, as well as the shading on his collar, hand, forearm, armpit (didn't circle this one oops), hips, and hip dagger. The purple "wisps" have changed in shape here and there. One of the orbs in the upper left have moved, and there is another orb above that one which has been removed/added.
Davrin — Just a few changes with Davrin, though they are big ones. His face/head has been changed, and the vallaslin has been redrawn. The scar on his eyebrow has also moved slightly.
Bellara — Bellara's head has shifted and her neck elongated/shortened. There are stars in the background and around her arm in one version.
As for Emmrich, I mentioned I could only find one version. I did compare the image we currently have with what I believe is the earliest Emmrich art that was shared with us (a cropped version of his card) by overlaying the two on Photoshop and didn't see any differences.
And that's it! You might have also noticed that some of the versions on the right hand side have a white line at the top of the image. Make of that what you will.
(People viewing this post on PC will have an easier time quickly clicking back and forth between the images to spot the difference. If you're on the mobile app and care enough to do so, you might have an easier time saving the images and flipping through them in your photo album. At least I know it's easier if you have an iPhone, I don't know about other models.)
#if you spot something I missed please let me know!#da4#da4 spoilers#da:tv#dragon age: the veilguard#da:v#dav#tagging this game is such a headache#neve gallus#neve#taash#harding#lace harding#lucanis dellamorte#lucanis#davrin#bellara lutara#bellara#It's my personal opinion that all the lefthand versions are the newer ones and the righthand are the old#mostly coming at this from an artist's perspective (my belief that the changes made in composition light and shadow are better#in the lefthand versions).#lucanis's card is a good example in why I believe the left image is the newer one. The orb moving more towards the center makes for a#better composition in my opinion. And in the right image there is a random black wisp on his left forearm (our right) that looks like it#shouldn't be there.#but to play devil's advocate the righthand images ARE currently on the official website AND I used the wayback machine#to see what was there before AND IT WAS THE LEFTHAND IMAGES. but also alsoooo I do believe the first versions of art we ever#saw are the righthand images which would make them older. but I can't confirm any of this so really it's all up in the air#anyway neve gallus are you impressed with my sleuthing skills and if your answer is yes please call me. pleas
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I love being multilingual. I love reading books so much. and I know most of langblr and bookblr is about academia or classics but my heart is in children's literature. I grew up with my own language and my own country's literature. I get to have my childhood favorite books in my language. and then as I grow up and learn others I get to enjoy other people's childhood favorite books. sometimes I've progressed enough in my language to enjoy those foreign books in their own original language and be filled with joy as I realize how this would have shaped a generation of people. I get to go "what is this word" and look up and have a spark of joy as I memorize a BIG word in a new language. I get to gasp at reveals and twists and turns and fairy tales and romances and horrors of all your children's literature because my language level is still progressing and every new word fills me with wonder. I get to have my childhood and I get to have other people's childhood through my childlike language abilities. I love it. I love reading books!
#everytime I read children or middle grade children's books in my non-native languages#my heart BLOOMS with joy#this is like being a child again. I would never miss it for the world#and especially not to avoid judgement of total strangers who are snobbish about children's literature#yes I'd love to learn your language#yes I'd LOVE to know your childhood favorite books#let me speak your language read your language#walk on the path that is made of your language#please please pretty please?#studyblr#langblr#bookblr#multingual#multilinguist#please feel free to tag this with your native language and your childhood favorite books (series are welcome!%#if I ever get to know your language I will try to read your childhood favorite books
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original thief series basso & garrett :)
ngl, it's about quality over quantity for me. an npc can have a total of three minutes of screen time, but if they have a cool name, they can live rent free in my head and I'll spend several hours trying to decipher drawable features from a blurry screenshot of pixels
there is a vague hint of a story here, and that's because every time I try to play thi4f, I get incredibly frustrated with how Not Fun the game play is. like, is the story good? well. but it has a PLAGUE. that should've given it instant 'I'll replay this once a year' status in my heart, but the game play sucks so bad that I've never finished it. I can't believe Not Fun gameplay beat out my obsession with narrative plagues.
anyway, the idea is basically if the original era had a game with a plague centric narrative and some other stuff I liked out of thi4f thrown into a narrative blender, with a heavy dash of horror thrown in because some parts of the thief games were scarier to me than entire dedicated horror genre games.
⭐ places I’m at! bsky / pixiv / pillowfort /cohost / cara.app
#if i had a laptop and the skillset i would attempt a story mod because the thief modders who create whole mission stories#are GENIUS and also somewhat terrifying. love them! xoxox#anyway im actually kind of obsessed with parts of thi4f but its also like. not at that sweet spot of almost good enough to be fun#to talk about. which. for the record. has not stopped me from talking about it at length to people#the city itself actually fucking fascinates me. its almost alive and im SO mad that not a single part of that game is actually terrifying#it should be gnarlier and instead it feels a bit like it doesn't quite want to be trapped in the story it has to tell?#but between the level that has the bodies on the meathooks#and the scene with the bodies hanging from the rafters or whatever that was and garrett living in a clock tower#because the game is very much ALMOST about changing times and authoritarian violence and capitalism#(like. by virtue of how the story sort of spins out i think it misses it's mark on a lot of stuff here#in the sense that i dont feel like it actually wants to tell that story. it wants to. go in a different direction. or at least walk on top#of those themes instead of through it)#ANYWAY between all of those things. it does kind of live in my head rent free. they did create a compelling setting#SHAME THEY DIDNT WANT TO ACTUALLY EAT ANY OF IT#unrelated but i would've given thi4f a 10/10 if they kept garrett's fucking nail polish from the concept art. cowards. unforgivable#thief the dark project#i still have no idea how to tag the game series as a whole RIP#sorry for the dedicated dark project fans. if you know what the general series tag is. please let me know#garrett thief#basso thief
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MAD MAX (1979) dir. George Miller + NA NA NA (2010) dir. Robert Schober, Gerard Way
"I wanted to make this concept album that connected with the [Killjoys] comic. But because of that, I had changed some things about it for the sake of being part of MCR, and I made things a little more dystopian, a little more like a colourful punk-rock post-Mad Max thing." - Gerard Way
#gifsets are something that can actually be so self indulgent#these took soooo long oh my GOD#rip to the gifs that didnt make the cut maybe ill make another post........#what can i say i'm a danger days girlie and i love to draw tenuous connections#my chemical romance#mcr#gerard way#my chem#mad max#my gifs#killjoys#gun#car crash#explosion#honestly idk how to tag this please let me know if i missed anything <3
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I had a vision while listening to the song delirium tremendous (it’s very Lazarus pit Jason coded to me) and then this happened. It wasn’t this creepy in my sketch, it just kinda happened but it’s in time for Halloween so imma roll with it
Also this is my first post after lurking for awhile!!! Hi tumblr :)
#this is probably what Tim sees in his nightmares lol. Jason too actually now that I think about it#jason todd#red hood#dc#dc fanart#tw horror#Ink’s art#Ink’s fanart#Batman#if I’m missing any important tags please let me know!!!#especially if I’m missing any trigger warnings
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If I Should Stay
Part 1 | . . . | Part 13 | Part 14 | Part 15
Steve, Robin, Nancy, Jonathan, and Eddie exchange looks. “Can you tell how long?” Nancy asks.
“Less than a day,” El says, sounding apologetic. “Other than that…” she shakes her head and slips the blindfold off. “I am sorry.”
“You’ve done more than enough, El,” Robin soothes. “Thank you.”
“We have to go after her.” Nancy looks pleadingly at Steve. “You want to save her, too, right? Not just Will?”
“I do,” Steve nods. “I didn’t know how long we’d have. I’d hoped we’d have more time, but it looks like we’ll have to go in twice: once for Barb and Will, and once to kill Vecna.” He looks around the room, focusing on the three boys. “I know Will was the artist, but Lucas, I know you can draw too. If we get you a map, can you find points and direct us?”
Lucas sets his jaw and nods. “I’ll do my best.”
“Okay. Here’s the plan, then: you three, stay here with El.” He looks at Dustin, Mike, and Lucas. “We’ll have walkie talkies, so we can keep in constant communication. El, how long can you stay in that space?”
She looks at him steadily. “I can do it.”
Steve looks at her, then nods. “I trust you. Robs, you’re with me?”
“Just try and get rid of me, Dingus.”
Dingus? Jonathan mouths to Nancy, who shrugs.
“Nance, Jon, and Eddie. You’re with us. We’re getting in and out as fast as we can. If all goes according to plan, we’ll have two more people coming with us on the out. They’ll be weak, but between the five of us, we can and will get them out safely. Robin, you stay here, direct the weapon-making. Make sure I get a bat. I’m going to go get walkie talkies, masks, and a whole lot of first aid supplies.”
“Got it,” Robin nods, then points at Eddie, Jonathan, and Nancy. “You three, with me.” She leads them to the backyard, and Steve knows she’s bringing them to the shed, where his old sports things and various tools are.
He looks to the boys. “Keep working on those plans. We’ll need them for the second attack. El, do you want to rest before we begin?” She considers it, then nods. “Okay. You know where the bed is. I’ll be back in less than an hour, alright?”
She nods and begins climbing the stairs. Steve looks around once more, taking stock, then grabs his keys and walks out the front door.
He gets to the store no problem, walks inside and starts filling his basket. Seven walkie talkies, seven masks, seven pairs of goggles, antibacterial cream, bandages, a suture kit, some ice packs. Two bottles of pain pills. He thinks about it, then makes his way to the front desk, smiling at the employee. “Hey, could I use your phone for a minute, please?”
He looks at Steve, unimpressed, then shrugs and gestures towards it. Steve thanks him and dials his home number.
“Hello?”
“Dustin. Do me a favor and get Eddie?”
“Yeah. One second.”
He hears Dustin yelling for Eddie as he walks outside, then a minute later, Eddie’s on the line. “Hello?”
“Hey, Eddie. I grabbed some pain meds, but I’m wondering if they’re going to be strong enough. I can pay you, but could you…”
“Yeah, no, I’ve got it. And no, dude, you’re not paying me. Not for this. I’ll head home and get them right now.”
“Perfect,” Steve says. “Thanks so much, Eds, you’re a lifesaver.”
“Uh, y-yeah, no problem. I’ll, uh, go now.”
“Okay. I’ll probably beat you back. See you there.”
“See you,” Eddie agrees, and they hang up,
Steve looks around for a few more minutes, finds a package of nails, adds those to his basket and goes to check out.
He’s well aware he probably looks like a serial killer, but he knows from experience the cashier is blindly scanning his items.
His luck runs out when Chief Hopper walks in and ambles towards the checkout counter. Steve does his best to keep the sigh internal. “Chief,” he says, giving him a little nod. The chief returns the greeting, peering over into Steve’s basket.
Steve suddenly becomes very interested in the gum options.
“What’s all this?” Hopper asks, inclining his head towards the basket.
Steve shrugs. “A few different things.” Please accept it, please accept it, please accept it-
“Like what?”
Dammit. “Uh… well, I noticed I didn’t have a first aid kit, and I figured I probably should, y’know? And I wanted to do some work around the house.”
Hopper grunts. “The masks and walkies?”
“Um.” Steve blanks. “It’s for a game with my friends?”
Hopper sighs. “If I get a call from your neighbors-”
“You won’t,” Steve says. Promises.
“Fifty-one sixty-four, sir,” the cashier says. Steve’s never been more grateful to be interrupted.
He pays, grabs his things, and sends Hopper a salute on his way out the door. He notices Hopper watching him as he leaves the parking lot, and he forces himself not to speed on the way home.
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#stranger things#if I should stay#steve harrington#eddie munson#eventual Steddie#the party#eleven#robin buckley#nancy wheeler#jim hopper#jonathan byers#mike wheeler#dustin henderson#lucas sinclair#time travel fic#fix it fic#i realized recently I’ve done a shit job at tagging#please let me know if there’s a tag I need that I’m missing#anyways. shit’s about to get REAL#I hope you’re excited#starambles
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