#and my friend made me play silent hill 2

[hatsunegoro]

Horror game Majima and Goromi

Majima is making me FERAL I’ve only played 0 and Kiwami but I’m so attached to him please ajfhjsjd

Also Goromi has my heart and soul OTL

[dollfacefantasy]

Video Games

pairing: leon kennedy x fem!reader

cw: nsfw (18+), smut, oral (f receiving)

summary: you're playing video games when leon feels a little needy

word count: 1.9k

a/n: hi everyone, i'm back with another piece. thank you so so much to everyone who supported my last post (especially if you reblogged and/or left a comment, hugging you through the screen rn). And if you followed me, hi! happy to have you here :) it means a lot to me, and i hope people find some enjoyment in this post as well. this post has nothing to do with the song video games, but i love lana and wanted to use that picture so idgaf. also, all the games mentioned are ones i really loved when i was younger. i'd love to hear some you guys like if you want to share. again, feedback, likes, follows, and reblogs are appreciated! <3

You were so excited when your parents called you and told you they were bringing by your old Playstation 2 today. They were cleaning out the garage and found the dusty, old box that contained the system and all your favorite games from when you were young. Leon was sitting on the couch, watching you wander around as you spoke into the phone. He had returned from a difficult mission recently and your joyful presence alone made everything seem brighter. He smiled at the ways your eyes lit up when you laughed and recalled old memories. He’d gently reach out and stroke your hip when you’d walk past the sofa, lost in your conversation.

About an hour later, you were rushing out the front door to retrieve your box of nostalgia. Leon trailed behind with his eyes full of love for you. He takes the box of stuff as you briefly talk to your mom and thank her for making the stop. He carries the box back into the house for you. It wasn’t that heavy. You definitely could have done it yourself, but he couldn’t get enough of how that sweet smile would spread across your face when you said thank you and gave him a big kiss on the cheek.

The two of you set up the console together in your living room. His strong arms hold the tv at an awkward angle as you snake behind it to plug in the cords in all the different ports. His eyes can’t help but run along your body. He can’t help but notice how your shorts ride up as you bend over or how your back arches while you strain to reach the back of the screen. He’s snapped out of his lustful daze when he hears you say “Got it!” and pull back from behind the tv. He puts the monitor back in place and you hug him from behind, pressing soft kisses to his back while thanking him again for his help.

“It’s nothing, Baby,” he says softly, turning to face you and kissing the top of your head.

You smile up at him before eagerly pulling him to sit on the couch with you. You rifle through your box of old games, pulling out your beaten-up copies of Sly Cooper and Silent Hill. Your eyes sparkle with excitement as you gush to him about your favorite parts and all the fun you used to have playing them with your friends. His heart aches with the love he feels just from hearing you speak with such passion.

“Why don’t you show me some?” he suggests as you continue looking through the box on your lap.

“You want to watch me play video games?” you ask as if it’s the nicest thing you’ve ever heard. “Are you sure? I don’t want you to be bored.”

He laughs slightly like even the idea of being bored while spending time with you was ridiculous. “C’mon, you’re all excited over this stuff, and you’re not gonna play?” he asks, “I’ll be fine. Maybe you can teach me your tricks.”

“Yeah, I’m a real pro,” you joke sarcastically, but your smile remains genuine. You decide on playing Tomb Raider and hop up to put the game in. Again, Leon can’t help how his eyes are drawn to the fabric of your bottoms tightening around your ass as you squat to insert the game. You return to your seat and get comfy against his side with his arms around your shoulder.

You start playing, your smile widening as you hear the familiar music and begin remembering the controls like the last time you played was only yesterday. Leon watches the screen as much as he can, but his real focus is on you. The way your fingers frantically mash at the buttons while fighting an enemy, how you tense and press against him when you think you’re going to die, your half-assed justifications for mistakes you make, blaming the age of the controllers. He loved you so much that his limbs nearly trembled with want for you. Everything about you drove him wild. You smelled so good and your body was so warm nestled against his.

He keeps watching you, and it’s becoming overwhelming, his desire for you. He leans his head down, brushing your hair away, and starts gently kissing the open expanse of your neck. You bite your lip as a knowing smirk rises on your face.

“I knew you’d get bored,” you tease, tilting your head a little to give him more room. He takes the invitation and moves his lips with more intent. 

“I’m not bored. I just need to feel you,” he defends between kisses, “You keep playing.” He adjusts on the couch so he’s lower and has a better angle on your neck. His arm that isn’t around you caresses your stomach slowly.

You try to focus on your game, but it’s difficult when you have his hands and lips coasting over you, his hot breath on your neck. Your own breathing hitches when his hand on your stomach slides up to fondle your tits. Your fingers start feeling useless on the controller, fumbling between buttons as you try to continue playing. His teeth scrape along your neck. It’s the last thing you can take before you make too many mistakes and die. The menu comes up to reload the game and your head falls back against the cushion.

“Leon,” you whine playfully, “You’re making me die.”

“‘M Sorry, Baby,” he mumbles, “Just can’t get enough of you.” He continues kneading your breasts and showering your neck with kisses as you try to survive the level you’re playing. Heat spreads through your body and slick begins collecting between your thighs causing you to squirm a bit. Leon smirks against your skin, sensing the effect he has on you.

He kisses your neck a few more times before he moves his mouth down your arm while easing himself onto the floor. He presses a final tender kiss to your hand gripping the controller before settling on his knees between your legs. You know what’s coming, and it causes your cheeks to tint a soft red. The sight only excites Leon more. His fingers tuck beneath the waistband of your shorts and slip them down. He lifts your lush thighs to rest on his shoulders and pulls you closer so that you're slouching against the cushions.

“Leon, I’m gonna have to start all over again,” you say, your voice softer from your arousal. You try to seem focused, but your attention to the game is waning with each of his touches.

He works his mouth along the smooth skin of your inner thighs before dragging his nose along the cloth covering your center, inhaling you. The scent sends his blood rushing to his cock. He lays a kiss to the fabric as he hums in response. “I’ll make it up to you, Sweetheart. Promise.”

He hooks his finger around your panties and pulls them off. You feel his breath against your wet cunt, the sensation sending a chill through you. You take your lip between your teeth again while keeping your eyes on the television. In your peripheral vision, you can see him staring into you, gazing at you like you’re a work of art. He starts rubbing his thumb up and down your folds slowly, not with enough pressure to give you real pleasure, just the right amount to tease.

“You’re fucking soaked, Angel. Gotta have a taste,” he murmurs before swiping his tongue through your pussy. You let out a short moan at the feeling. Leon wraps his arms around your thighs, keeping you in place as he starts to make out with your cunt. His tongue flattening and dragging against your dripping core, lapping up every drop of you he can.

Your eyes roll back and your fingers spasm on the controller before you put it to the side and grab Leon’s hair. He groans as you tug him closer, his lips wrapping around your clit and sucking. You whimper and buck against his face. He knows all your attention is on him now. Knowing he made you feel so good that you had to focus on him had his pants feeling even tighter. He looks up at you, his eyes clouded with lust and your slick coating his lips. 

“Taste so sweet, Baby,” he breathes, thumbing your clit as he speaks, “Could do this for hours if you let me. Have your pretty pussy cumming over and over.” 

He buries his face back into your cunt and fucks his tongue into you. You gasp and writhe above him. Your head pushes back against the couch cushions. Your thighs start to squeeze around his head, and he loves it. He pushes even deeper, nose bumping your clit as he works. You whine and your hands fly up to cover your face as your cheeks feel hot.

He gives your thigh a quick pinch and pulls back. “No hiding, sweet girl. Wanna see and hear everything you give me.”

You slide your hands down and off of your face. Before you can even think of a response, his tongue is back to flicking against you. You moan a bit louder and your eyes flutter as the band of heat in your belly starts to tighten. Your thighs quiver, and Leon’s grip on you gets stronger as your hips try to shift.

Your chest heaves with your heavy breathing as your hands press into the couch cushions. His eyes are fixed on your face, savoring every sweet noise and expression. Your body shakes harder and you know the finish is near. You look down into his eyes, and the sight of his face buried between your thighs with that intense gaze trained on you almost makes you cum on the spot.

“Fuck, Leon. I’m gonna cum. Can’t hold on,” you whimper, your eyes squeezing shut as your voice breaks into moans.

“Look at me, Baby. Let me see those gorgeous eyes while you explode,” he says before working his tongue with even more dedication. You give him what he wants, looking into his eyes as you reach the peak. You cry out and claw at the couch cushions as you release. Your hips sputter against his face and your thighs clamp around his head. Your eyes stay locked on his, letting him see how he unravels you. You hear him groaning and feel his body rolling a bit as he devours you through your orgasm.

He keeps lapping at your folds as you come down, getting a final taste before he pulls away. He plants one last kiss on your clit before rising up and leaning down to kiss your lips sweetly. You kiss back and softly moan as you taste yourself on his lips. You grab his wrist as you pull back. “Need me to return the favor?’ you say and give him another kiss.

“No, Honey. I’m satisfied, trust me,” he hums and kisses back. You notice the dark spot forming on his pants and your blush returns. The thought that he could feel such pleasure simply from pleasuring you made your stomach flutter. He pulls back from your lips and strokes your bottom lip with his thumb, admiring your features. “I’m gonna change my pants, and then you can show me some more of your game. If you want to,” he says.

You glance back at the tv which had been displaying the reload menu for a while at this point. You give him that smile that he loved so much and nod.

[koishiro]

# - 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄 📍

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ — 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 : after meeting megumi’s dad, you’ll experience a night at the lake you’ll never forget

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ — 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 : dilf!toji x non-virgin!reader

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ — 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄 : short smut with the tiniest plot ever

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ — 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒 : cumming inside (readers on bc), oral (male receiving), cheating (toji’s married)

=͟͟͞͞ ⌧ 𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐋 : this is in a different universe where toji isn’t a complete dick to megumi and is a responsible parent (shocking I know) but still doesn’t completely get along with megs

Part 1 | 2 | 3

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He was the first guy to ever get his cock to that place in the back of my mouth where it can slip into my throat.

It was an exhilarating discovery, learning there's a whole new thing out there to try and do. I was surprised no one had tried this with me before, from what I can gather after the fact it seems very popular with men, but they're too intimidated to try it in real life, or at least initiate it.

My friend, Nobara, had a lake house (which was really open to anyone, giving access to fishermen and, like us, a spot for hookups) about an hour away from our school. We'd go there a few times through the years with our group of friends which usually revolved around myself, Yuji, Megumi, Nobara, and whatever guys we were dating/crushing on at that time and spend the weekend playing drinking games and daring each other to go skinny dipping. It was every students dream.

I'd met Megumi’s dad a few times since I'd known him. I met him the same day I met ‘Gumi, walking past his dorm I saw his dad lugging heavy furniture into his dorm, sweaty and attractive — in a rugged, masculine way. I had found out later that his name was Toji.

"Has anyone ever told you your dad is really hot?" I asked Megumi when we were both sat crossed-legged on his bed that night, figuring a little salacious question asking would bond us, "Ha ha, are you one of those girls? I don't get the whole "hot dad" thing. They're just old.”

Figuring I had hit a sore spot, It was the last conversation we had about him, but it definitely wasn't the last time I thought about him. I always made sure to dress my best when I knew he was stopping by. Little dresses only a freshman would wear, low cut tank tops and once — when I was especially bored — a sheer white t-shirt with no bra underneath because, "whoops" I had just rolled out of bed.

It was a fun game to play but I didn't think he ever noticed, or at least he never really acknowledged me until one of those debaucherous weekends when ‘Gumi and his dad got their messages crossed and we all ended up at the lake house together. At first it was uncomfortable when we arrived and saw the trucks, Toji was there accompanied by some other men. They had planned a weekend for drinking. But, Toji gave us a wink and told us to stay on the lower level and he'd stay out of our way. Everyone felt relieved and told ‘Gumi how lucky he was to have a "cool" dad. But I felt something else when Toji winked at us.

That night, after many, many drinks I found myself wandering out to the dock. Everyone else had passed out, but I was wide awake. I saw Toji approaching me from the windy path down the hill from the cabin, two bottled beers in one hand. He handed one to me wordlessly, searching my eyes for something — the reason I was awake and alone maybe.

We stood there silently until he stepped forward and brushed my hair off my face, "You're a beautiful girl, (name), don't think that goes unnoticed" I blushed, could he tell I was harboring a crush on him? Did he notice the way I jerked slightly at his touch, nervous about my body's powerful response to it?

"Thanks Toji," I said, taking a swig of my beer and looking at the moonlight reflecting over the waves. When I dared to make eye contact with him again I realized he hadn't moved, he was still watching me intently. Did this mean — before I could finish my thought, he was on me, one hand placed very firmly on my lower back the other in my hair as he kissed me. His tongue was in my mouth before I knew what was happening, tracing mine. I had the urge to wrap my legs around him, but there was nowhere to balance on this dock.

"Come up to my bedroom" It was a request, but it was also a statement, he was sure of my answer.

I giggled when we crossed the threshold and closed the door behind us. It wasn't just that when he grinned and you could see the wrinkles around his eyes, it wasn't just the physical attraction. It was his demeanor, it was that he was a real live man, not a flimsy college boy. This was going to be a different kind of hook-up.

"You're married," I reminded him, not particularly pleased about remembering this detail myself.

"I can keep a secret," he said, closing his mouth on mine again, and backing us to the bed.

He removed all my clothing fairly quickly and laid on top of me, fully clothed. The rough textures rubbing against my bare skin felt incredible. "I’ve wanted this for so long," he rasped out. "I've waited for a very long time”

I wanted to prove that I was worth it, all this risk. So I reached up and felt him through his pants, staring longingly into his eyes. He pulled his shirt over his head as I unbuckled, unzipped, and released a very healthy looking cock.

I slid off the bed and onto the floor to get a better angle and he stood over me, gathering my hair behind my head as I started blowing him. I looked up at him and was rewarded with a face that was most definitely in ecstasy as I took him in my mouth.

He held my head down on his cock while I took him in deeply. This was a move widely hated by every woman I knew, but it was usually performed by dumb frat-type boys. But Toji was no boy, he knew what he was doing, he was looking out for me and making the experience short — just long enough to add a bit of excitement. When he pulled out of me he gave me his all too cocky grin and leaned down to kiss me, “I knew you'd be good at this”

He pulled me up and walked me over to a dresser placed underneath a large window. I could still see the moonlight on the lake as he bent me over it. Was it really just a few moments ago we were nearly strangers on that dock together? I was brought back to reality by Toji spreading my legs further apart and pushing my upper back down until my bare breasts were pressed against its cool surface and I felt him enter me.

"Oh my god..." I couldn’t help but moan as he thrusted into me. He shushed me by placing his hand over my mouth for a moment as he picked up speed. My moan was apparently too loud but he was willing to risk the loud sound it made as he slapped my ass over and over, groaning and filling me with his cock. I couldn't believe how turned on this was making me. I was no virgin but I'd never experienced sex like this — it wasn't awkward or embarrassing or rushed. I was very aware that I was getting fucked by a Man, not "fooling around" with a boy.

"Are you on birth control?" He asked and when I answered yes he cooed, "good girl, my good girl" The sound of that phrase coming out of his mouth sent me over the edge and I felt myself spasming around his cock as I released myself into my orgasm, even enjoying the sensation of a bit of extra liquid rolling down my thigh.

He was still thrusting into me rhythmically, alternating between kneading my breasts and grabbing — and slapping — my ass. I hadn't had sex last this long before and I loved being able to savor the feeling. "I'm getting close," he groaned and I tensed my body up, holding my place more firmly so that he could get deeper inside me as he unloaded his semen into me.

"You're so good at this, but I can tell you're just a beginner," He began as we laid on his bed to rest. I laughed, it was true. I had this fantasy about being a girl who gave amazing head and being really good at all the sex stuff, like some kind of femme fatale men couldn't resist. "I can sense you want to learn though” I nodded in agreement. I could play out this crush and learn what would drive my next actual boyfriend wild — who wouldn't want to kill those two birds with one stone?

And so, I began a year-long affair with Toji. We'd sneak away for a weekend when I said I was visiting my parents and meet at the lake house for lessons — how to stimulate differently for a long or a slow blow job, which positions let him get in the deepest while still providing some kind of external stimulation for me, how to prepare for and receive anal, how to lie with my head falling off the edge of the bed and allow him to push his cock into my throat (without choking). Occasionally I just gave him head while he drove me around, careful not to drive anywhere too well-lit or populated.

Now, how was I to tell Megumi?

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Part 1 | 2 | 3

[100203s]

FOR TWO ✷

genre. fluff, besties 2 lovers ! ~ pairing bball player!anton x afab!reader warnings: a kiss? just fluff wc: 438

SCREAMS echoed against the walls of the gym. The air is filled with energy as Anton takes the ball up the court to secure the team's win. The time was ticking. There was only a minute left.

Anton shoots but misses.

30 seconds. Eunseok, who played good defense, managed to take the ball for Anton’s second try.

“ANTON, right.” Anton scurries right as he catches the ball with a firm grip from Eunseok.

10 seconds. Anton was nervous. This win would help them place in the state championships.

The gym grew silent. It was now just the loud cheers that surrounded Anton’s name.

“GO ANTON. GO ANTON. GO ANTON”.

Hearing everyone’s support made his heart less heavy. He went for it. And, at exactly when there was no time left at all, The ball lands inside the hoop.

DING DING DING.

“56-54. The Hills High School is going to STATES!”

Groups and groups of students find their way down to the court to greet the players, jumping happily in excitement about what will come next for their school.

The crowd didn’t seem to last long as they all started clearing the way, leaving a path for someone to walk through.

As they all made eye contact with you, the awkward tension resorted you to your friend’s eyes. Yunjin, who stares back at you while giggling, hurries you through the path.

Reaching the end of the path, Sungchan and Eunseok handed you flowers. As Yunjin stays behind with the two, you make your way towards the middle of the gym. After a few seconds, Anton makes an appearance with a sign.

It read: if you’re in the MOOD, would you be my girlfriend so we can tiptoe to formal together?

You were not good with these types of things. ㅜㅜ So instantly, you turned red as your hands came to cover your mouth.

As you look at Anton, the boy stares at you, waiting for a reply. The continuous taps of shoes over the shiny gym floor cause the crowd to riot in chants.

“SAY YES. SAY YES. ACCEPT IT!”

“Of course I'll do so, you say.”

As the crowd roars with screams and shouts, the two of you grin ear to ear.

Anton pulls you into a warm hug. His hands are on your waist while yours are on his neck.

“Thank you for always being there for me. I know that you’ve liked me for quite a while now. I've liked you too. I couldn't gather the courage to tell you until today. I love you,” leaving a kiss on your forehead.

It’s never not too late.

chaeTALK: first written work on this acc 😁😁

+ @hittoki

[aoioozora]

Simon.

Part 10

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 - Part 7 - Part 8 - Part 9 - Part 11 - Part 12 - Part 13

Character: Simon Riley / Ghost

Content: Biker! Ghost x Fem! Reader, strangers to lovers, fluff, civilian au

Note: Took me too long just to get down the first draft but editing it was pleasant. Please enjoy my hard work :')

“Last man left, you broken hearted, let me treat you right��� 

Shorty if you need me, I could pull up any night. 

You just say the words, girl, I don't need a reason… 

Give me something more than just a lover on the weekend…”

Johnny's soft singing filled the quietness of the afternoon as he, Gaz, and Simon sat together on the dock, fishing rods in their hands, staring at the distant, hazy hills and the rippling water of the lake. The ladies were left to nap in the tent, while the men had their ‘boys time’, and what better way to spend it than fishing.

“Johnny,” Gaz called, shifting ever so slightly in his picnic chair so as to not disturb the movement of his fishing rod.

“Hm?” 

“Stop singing, you'll scare the fish away.” 

“Nonsense. Am no’ even singin’ tha’ loud.” 

“Yeah, but you will get louder as you go on, so shut up.” 

Johnny groaned and stopped singing. The three sat in silence again, waiting for a fish to take bait. Johnny and Gaz were relatively comfortable sitting still, as they knew that when it came to fishing, patience was the highest virtue. But Simon was antsy, and his knee bounced like a low dribbled basketball on steroids. 

This was visible in Johnny’s periphery, and he grew increasingly annoyed at how it distracted him from enjoying the slower pace of the lazy afternoon. Having enough, he delivered a hard slap to Simon’s knee, and the victim let out a bellow of surprise.

“What the fuck, Johnny?!” Simon snapped, nearly getting out of his seat, ready to throw hands.

Johnny shushed him. “Stop shaking so much, ye absolute lemon,” he chided under his breath, “Whit's oan yer mind?”

“Nothing,” Simon looked sideways as he muttered quietly, now sitting back down. 

Johnny and Gaz looked at each other and then rolled their eyes. Gaz quipped, “I don't know if you know, but when you shake your knee like that, it means that something’s bothering you.”

“Aye, he's right. I've seen it too,” Johnny agreed with a nod, “So, whit is it?” 

Simon hesitated. 

“C'mon, mate,” Gaz tried to encourage Simon, “No secrets, remember?” 

Simon let out a sound that was half a sigh and half a groan. He turned to Johnny, “Fine! Johnny, do you like Lindsey?” 

“Aye, I do?” Johnny answered immediately, raising his eyebrows at the question, “I thought I made it obvious?”

Simon narrowed his eyes. “I mean, for real? Do you really like her or are you just messing around like you always do?” 

“Why do ye want tae ken?” Johnny’s voice now grew a little quieter.

“____ asked,” Simon answered, sitting back and sighing. He glanced at his friend, who was looking back at him. “She wants to know if you're serious about her. And from the looks of it, she won't take kindly to you playing around.” 

Johnny's lips pursed into a thin line when he heard this, and he too sat back in his chair, now silent and thoughtful. Gaz and Simon stared at him, waiting for an answer. 

“I do like her, she's bonny,” he answered quietly with a shrug, the look on his face a little distant and dreamy. 

“You say that to every woman you talk to,” Simon retorted, though he was a little surprised by the rare look on his friend's face, a look he'd seen only once. 

“No, no. Wait,” Gaz hushed Simon, “He's not done.” 

Johnny shifted in his seat and continued, now a little solemn, “Am serious. I like her… a lot. She's bonny, and cute… she has nice hair and,” he smiled a little, “a face like a mouse. Squeaks a lot like one too.”

Simon glanced at Gaz, who looked back at him with a smirk on his face. They waited for him to elaborate.

“That's all ye will get,” Johnny huffed, sitting back on his chair. In reality, the attraction he felt for Lindsey couldn't be put into words. Something about her bashfulness, her feistiness, her cute pouts and frowns, and particularly her glowing, gorgeous green eyes that reminded him of the rolling Highlands tickled a spot in his heart that he had long closed away. 

Gaz began teasing Johnny, giving him light and playful pushes and shoves. Johnny, a little embarrassed, swatted his friend’s hands away while laughing and trying to counter Gaz’s teasing. Simon watched their banter, particularly looking at Johnny. He found his best friend’s behaviour peculiar, something he’s never personally seen before. 

He knew Johnny to be a smooth talker, a man who knew just the right words to say to make a woman fall head over heels for him. Johnny’s normal behaviour with a casual crush or fling was to talk incessantly and excitedly about them as if to overcompensate for the shallow feelings, but when it came to Lindsey, it was almost surprising to see him so solemn, so quiet, so thoughtful, even dreamy. 

Simon was more-or-less now convinced that his best friend really did like Lindsey and let out a sigh of relief on behalf of ____ as he turned his focus on the still waters. 

When the Gaz-Johnny banter died down, Johnny then turned to Simon to ask, “Whit about ye?”

“What about me?” Simon returned, confused. 

“With ____, ye lemon. How’s it going with her?”

He paused, sitting back on the picnic chair and tucking an arm under his head as he shrugged. “It’s going.”

“Where?” 

“Somewhere.”

Johnny and Gaz looked at eachother. “Whit ye mean?” Johnny raised a brow, “Stop bein’ so vague.”

“I think she likes someone else,” he mumbled, staring ahead across the lake with a blank, expressionless look, trying to sound like he wasn’t bothered.

The two looked at each other again, incredulous of what he claimed and unconvinced by his tone of voice. “Impossible,” Gaz quipped, “Have you seen her? The way she looks at you tells me she wants you to eat her whole or something.”

Johnny snorted at that and then backed Gaz up with his own observations. “Did ye ken I sent her tae help ye out with the wood? Ye should’ve seen her face. She flew aff.” It was a bit of an exaggeration, but Johnny needed to get his point across.

Simon turned to Johnny, raising a brow and shaking his head. “No way. You’re just saying.”

“No mate, I’m serious,” Johnny answered, now getting a little impatient as he stared at Simon, annoyed by his best friend’s obstinance. “Ye never dae this, Simon, but if ye want somethin’, ye gotta ask, ye ken?” 

“Ask what?”

Johnny groaned loudly. “Ye fuckin’ doughnut, ask her if she likes ye.” 

“You’re off your head,” Simon retorted, “I’m not so daft to take a risk that big.”

“Then ask her if she likes that bloke,” he reasoned, only to see Simon giving him the side-eye. Johnny, finally losing his patience, gave his friend a slap on the back of his head. “Just fuckin’ ask her. Don’t be such a pussy. Imagine the endless possibilities, Simon, imagine! If ye weren’t such a fuckin’ pussy.”

“Alright, fine!” Simon relented as he rubbed the back of his head, having enough of being called a pussy so many times for one day.

Johnny looked at Gaz and shook his head like a disappointed parent, making Gaz smile and shrug. The Scotsman turned back to Simon and gave him one long look, saying with a sigh, “I havnae seen ye like this before, mate. Yer usually fearless.”

Simon rubbed his cheek, particularly the scarred one. “No experience in this department,” he admitted.

“Hm,” Johnny exhaled, allowing his eye to linger on the long scar on his friend’s cheek, the reason for his inexperience.

When the last rays of the sun set behind the hills, the men ended their fishing, sadly returning with only a small handful in their bucket. Simon was sent to the tent to check on the ladies while Johnny and Gaz decided to head to the cabin to gut the fish and prepare a marinade so that they could grill them over the fire later.

“____? Lindsey?” called Simon as he entered the tent and moved towards the room they occupied. There was no answer.

He took hold of the zipper to open the entrance, but hesitated, not wanting to possibly catch them in a vulnerable position somehow. He cursed his upbringing, that he never had any sisters he could barge in on to annoy; unzipping this entrance would be a lot easier otherwise. 

He called once again. No answer. He didn’t want to be called a pussy again, so he slowly unzipped the entrance a little and peered in. 

In the dim darkness, he could vaguely see the two ladies fast asleep, cuddled like a litter of kittens. He shook his head, thinking to himself, “Women can do the gayest things and nobody bats an eyelid.” But that was the least of his concern at the moment, for when his eyes adjusted to the dimness, he noticed that ____ cuddled Little Simon to her chest.

Bigger Simon immediately zipped the entrance close and stood there in a daze, unable to stop himself from imagining replacing Little Simon, having the privilege of his arms around her waist, her arms around his neck, and his face nestled in her chest, no space between their bodies, cuddled and breathing each other in. His dirty little mind took it a step further and imagined him and her naked, but he caught himself and shook his head, feeling his cheeks start to burn. 

“Get a hold of yourself, Simon,” he reminded himself, “You can’t think of her like that.” 

He took out his phone and decided to wake the ladies up in the worst way possible: using the jarring sound of the alarm. They woke up immediately; as expected, Lindsey did not appreciate being woken up and mumbled some curses at Simon, while ____ was a little disoriented from the heavy sleep, even asking what year it was.

Before long, the five were soon seated on the wooden benches in front of the blazing fire pit under the now darkening sky, watching the fish grill over the open flames. Johnny and Gaz passed the time singing as he usually did, while Lindsey, though not a singer herself, tried to join. 

Johnny eventually did not want to sit still, so he snatched Lindsey by the hand and coaxed her to dance with him. 

“No!” she exclaimed with flaming cheeks as she saw the three others looking at her with teasing grins.

“C’mon Jolene, yer no’ dancin’ alone! Am here too!” He noticed that she was trying to pry her hand out of his grip, which made him hold on tighter.

“Have some fun for once, Linny!” encouraged ____, smiling widely.

“Ye heard her,” Johnny grinned and pulled Lindsey to her feet. “We’ll dae it ceilidh style!” 

Before she said another word, he already wrapped an arm around her waist and started hopping around with her and twirling her around while singing ‘Highland Girl’. Though she had been and danced in enough ceilidhs before, she still scrambled to hold on to Johnny’s shoulder and manage to keep up with his quick pace and tempo of the song. Though she stumbled occasionally, he kept her from falling, and her constant slip ups didn’t keep him from losing his patience or energy. 

“I didn’t know that I fell in love, in love with my Highland girl,” he sang, and he just had to gaze at her with those big blue eyes of his into her green ones. Time slowed for the both of them as he pulled her closer to himself and grinned out of sheer joy at the way her freckled cheeks flushed red both out of shyness and exertion, and at how the fire cast a warm glow over her face and her fiery red hair that swayed as they danced. 

He felt his chest swell as he looked at her, really and genuinely feeling like he was falling in love with this Highland girl in front of him. Lindsey felt no less. Their friends watched on, cheering, teasing, and encouraging them to keep dancing, happy to see the two so close to each other.

____ watched fondly, her eyes softening at how Lindsey eventually smiled and laughed as she danced with Johnny. Simon, who was sitting close next to her, saw the warm look on her face and smiled to himself.

“So,” he began, now leaning close to her so he could whisper, “I asked Johnny.”

“Mmhm,” she nodded eagerly, smiling. Simon noted the twinkle in her eye and could already tell that she knew what the answer would be.

“He does like her,” he confirmed, watching her closely for her reaction.

Her face broke into a bigger smile and she turned to the dancing pair, a fonder and warmer look in her eyes. “I can see it,” she answered, voice light with relief.

Simon couldn’t help but stare at her smile and at how the fire brightened up her eyes. His own dark eyes softened and his shoulders relaxed slightly as he watched her.

By this time, Lindsey needed a break and Johnny let her have one, though he wanted to dance some more. He danced with Gaz next, who was happy to oblige. 

As Simon and ____ watched them and laughed, he discreetly lifted his arm and put it on the back rest right behind her, though he was itching to put it around her shoulders and pull her closer to him. She noticed this, and instinctively moved closer to him. He gulped harshly, feeling his entire body go stiff. 

Wanting to make some small talk, he asked, flashing a boyish smirk at her, “You sleep alright, darling?”

“Yeah, like a log until you came in with your wonderful alarm,” she nudged his side with her elbow, feigning annoyance. 

He chuckled. “You're welcome.” 

There was a pause and he saw her take out her phone. His attention was turned back to his dancing friends until it returned to the lady next to him when he heard her giggle. Wondering if she too was watching the dancing, turned to her to make a comment about it, but instead found her giggling at her phone. A quick glance told him that she was texting someone, and a slightly longer, nosier glance told him that it was Alejandro. 

He drew in a sharp breath, clenching his fists slightly. His earlier anger shot up again, and he pulled his arm off the back rest, and crossed it over his chest, now deciding that watching the fish grill was more interesting. When she was done texting, he asked, 

“How's Alejandro doing, by the way?” Not that he cared. 

“He's alright. He was texting me just now. Said he didn't see me come out of my place this weekend to go out so I told him I was out camping.” she explained. 

Simon's arms crossed tighter. “What a fucking stalker,” he thought. 

“He said he wanted to join us next time.” she added. 

Simon's brow furrowed. He regretted even asking about that man. “I see,” he said through his teeth, appalled by his audacity, especially when he wasn't a close friend of hers. 

Now was his chance to ask her about what she thought of him, and he took it immediately. “I'm curious about one thing, darling,” began Simon. She looked at him attentively. “Do you… like him?”

She looked at him with surprise and then exclaimed, laughing, “No! Goodness, no, Simon. I don't.” 

Simon couldn't hold back a sigh of relief. “You don't?” he asked, hiding his excitement, “I thought you did. He seems cool.”

She looked at him, an eyebrow raised. “You think he's cool? I thought you didn't like him. Especially after how nicely you greeted him when you first met him.” 

He shook his head, chuckling. “I said I would be the “protective boyfriend”, so that's what I was doing.” He felt his face turn hot, a little afraid of how observant she was. “Either way,” he decided to steer the conversation in a slightly different direction, “I was thinking you liked him, and so I thought that if you did, I could stop pretending to be your boyfriend and get out of your way. And you wouldn’t have to come with me to my family reunion.” His face started turning hotter again as he felt like his words were coming out all jumbled up. 

She chuckled again. “Oh, no. It's nothing like that. He's just a neighbour to me, just a friend.” 

He smiled. “Alright then.” Simon exhaled slowly; he was tired of how volatile his feelings had been in the course of that single day, soaring high only to dive down deep and then to soar again. 

The fish was soon grilled and everyone feasted on them. After that, the marshmallows came out, which they put on skewers and toasted over the fire. 

Johnny announced, “We should play ‘Simon Says’!” which earned the chuckles of everyone except Simon. 

“Not this again,” Simon rolled his eyes as he sandwiched the gooey marshmallow and a piece of chocolate between two biscuits to make a smore.

“Come oan!” Johnny coaxed, “Yer no fun!”

Simon relented, “Alright, alright,” 

Johnny grinned and the others sat ready looking at Simon, ready for his orders. 

Simon cleared his throat and said, “Simon says… stop playing Simon says.”

Everyone collectively groaned and protested, making Simon chuckle uncontrollably. 

“Och, sod off, mate! I’ll make Gaz Simon,” Johnny declared, shaking his head at Simon, who was more than happy to oblige.

Gaz took the place of Simon and ordered everyone to do the most outrageous actions, even a whole dance routine that the ladies completely butchered, until everyone’s sides started to hurt from laughing too much. Johnny had to take over soon enough to end Gaz’s reign of “terror”, and everyone had their turn as well.

After a few more games and marshmallows eaten, Johnny decided he'd sing one last song before they'd extinguish the fire and head off to bed because he “wanted to sing ye all tae sleep”.

Over the silent air, the fire over the crackling wood danced with the gently blowing breeze whilst the chirp of insects filled the relaxing silence. The four, tired from playing and laughing, sat still, waiting to hear Johnny. 

He began softly and sweetly to sing,

“Oh, my love said to me, “will you meet me by the sea?” 

You can kiss me underneath the misty moon…”

He stole a cheeky glance at Lindsey, who frowned at him and shyly looked away. He continued, still looking at her, 

“She is stunnin’, she is pretty, she's as warm as amber whisky, 

And as bonny as a heather on the hill.”

____ smiled and giggled at his openly flirtatious display. She was so focused on them that she didn't see how Simon stared at her. 

“When I was a young boy, my mother said to me, 

“Find yourself a pretty lass, don't take her love for free”

From the fields of Aberfeldy to the shores of Loch Maree

I know that she's the only one for me.”

His arm went over the backrest of the bench again, right behind her, and when she leaned against him just a tad, he felt the irresistible urge to put his arm around her shoulders and hug her, this stunning, pretty woman, who was warm as amber whisky and more bonny than a thousand heathers on a thousand hills.

The singing made everyone slouch in their seats out of relaxation, and Simon sat back with a sigh, letting his itchy arm lightly graze against her shoulder. The lady next to him was highly aware of his closeness, and again, she thought of the moment at the arcade. She looked up at him, only to find him staring right at her with his lips slightly parted. She met his eye, feeling a flutter tickle her stomach.

“Simon?” she called softly, lightly tapping his thigh. 

He blinked, realising he was staring. “Yeah?” he asked, turning his head away slightly, embarrassed to have been caught.

“You’re staring,” she teased, echoing his own remark to her when they went out before. 

He chuckled. “Sorry darling, I was just…” he met her eye, “thinking of something,” he said, giving her a fond smile.

“Was it me?” she wondered, but instead smiled. 

They listened to the rest of Johnny’s song, and by the time he ended, nearly everyone was sleepy and yawning. Johnny thanked his audience for listening to his constant singing, pretending to be a famous singer ending a concert, even exaggeratedly bowing to them and earning chuckles and soft applause from his friends. They extinguished the fire and took their plates back to the cabin to wash and gathered their snacks to seal and keep them away.

Just as they gathered in the tent to retire for the night, Johnny announced, “Remember lads, we’re hiking tae see the sunrise tomorrow, so ye all better be ready! We ride at the asscrack of dawn!”

“Alright, that’s enough screaming now. Let’s sleep.” Gaz caught Johnny in a chokehold and pulled him into one of the two rooms in the tent. 

“Make sure tae kiss the homies good night!” Johnny called out laughingly from the room. He even blew a good night kiss to Lindsey, but she just rolled her eyes and went inside the other room in the tent, huffing and blushing. 

The men and ladies exchanged their good-nights and tucked into their sleeping bags. From all the noise in the other room, the ladies could tell that Johnny still hadn’t settled down. Eventually, Simon and Gaz had to scold him, and he soon quieted, making the ladies in the other room giggle to themselves.

Lindsey didn’t take too long to fall asleep, but ____ was wide awake thanks to her very heavy afternoon nap. It was past eleven-thirty when she took out her phone to work on the novel and jot down chapter outlines and her notes and observations of Simon, which would eventually be twisted and bent into a shape fitting for Frederick. Sleep still didn’t come to her, even much past midnight. 

Tired of staring at her phone in the darkness, she closed her aching, strained eyes and pinched the bridge of her nose. Sleep would not come anytime soon so, “I suppose a walk would help,” she figured.

Tucking Little Simon under her arm, she carefully slipped past her sleeping best friend and out of the tent without a sound and walked over the damp grass towards the lake and stood at the dock, watching the water ripple under the moonlight and the faraway hills bathed in it. Basked in the gentle light, she looked up at the distant stars, twinkling without a care, and inhaled the cool air of the night. She walked by the pebbled banks for a while, enjoying their soft clatter as she stepped over them, until a soft breeze brought in the clouds, making a light rain descend. 

Not yet wanting to go back to the tent, she made her way to the cabin to sit on the porch to watch the world and the rain go by. In the dim darkness, she saw a large shadow sitting on the wooden bench. 

“Hey, you can’t sleep either?” asked the familiar rough, gravelly voice of the shadow.

“Simon?”

End of Part 10.

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[goodlouse]

my thoughts on the two most recent games i've played (mouthwashing and silent hill 2 (2001)) which i've been thinking about alternately for the past few days for similar reasons

going to mention spoilers in here but this post will probably only be fully comprehensible to ppl who have experienced both games

not expecting many to read this but tumblr is quickly becoming my outlet for opinions that I can't rlly post on very public sites like tiktok where any criticism of a media means that I hate it and hate you for liking it. haterism be damned I actually got a net positive from playing both of these games!!

so I started playing silent hill 2 (original because I do not believe in/have the money to buy modern remakes) fresh off the back of silent hill 1 which is a game I REALLY enjoyed. I would EVEN say that sh1 is my number 1 cosiest game of the year.

sh2 is dirtier, bleaker and sleazier than sh1, and is lacking a lot of the occult aspects that I really liked. it's also like one of the most talked about games ever so like . i went into it with the knowledge of a few major plot beats and it took a long time playing to be able to take the game on its own terms.

i also took a little break halfway thru the game to stream mouthwashing for some curious friends. mouthwashing is a game thats very popular w streamers & youtubers and their audiences, so major plot points are also incredibly talked about. I mentioned this to a friend while setting up the game and he said I'll get something out of it anyway and then compared it to silent hill 2, which I kind of brushed off as a "psychological horror w unreliable narrator" thing (sorry choccy if you ever read this) but it turns out the two games are actually very similar in the way they draw my ire LOL

these things being: -sexual assault victim who doesn't have time in the plot to exist outside of her trauma. this is partially due to both plots being very tight and concise with no elements that don't serve a higher function BUT -this is then undermined by certain areas of gameplay dragging. for mouthwashing especially the last ~45 minutes felt very weirdly paced and unfortunately made me think of ppl who speedrun garten of banban in under 2hrs to get the steam refund, which resulted in later chapters being padded w drawn out segments.

The friends I was streaming for that have consumed more media than I have said that a lot of tropes in the game felt a bit derivative, but I don't know the things its deriding from BUT I wish mouthwashing would take more from the survival horrors its imitating in it's style. The gameplay between character interactions is limited to inputting codes you've read or corridors where there's only one correct route and everything else results in a reset - I think people that watched mouthwashing through a letsplayer might not truly get how understimulating that feels. Some more psychologically symbolic puzzles and riddles would not have gone amiss!

which brings me back around to silent hill 2, where I am legitimately just too stupid to do the 'collect and combine 3 items to progress' without a guide. because A) I don't intuitively clear out all rooms because I hate all combat encounters BECAUSE i am being too overly conservative with ammo so every enemy gets a fight to the death with melee weapons

i finished the game with a SURPLUS of ammo btw so that is partially on me for making myself struggle unnecessarily, but oh my goddd the prison/labyrinth section took so long!!

I also quite disliked eddie's plotline, which unfortunately literally just came down to his character design :/ his plot revolves around resentment over the way he's been treated for his appearance, but as a fat fuck myself my grievance was with the way he's been dressed by real world character designers that are falling on stereotypes. its juvenile in a way that betrays the subtlety of the rest of the game, and makes him seem infantile despite being so essential to james's arc. I genuinely think that a wardrobe change would have silenced my gut reaction of "what are they trying to say with this?", and its disappointing to see that the remake didn't take the opportunity when they did with maria

angela's plot was fascinating to me for depicting an abuse survivor with some imagery I've not really seen in other media! I think her character was written with a lot of respect, and her and eddie's plots feel like complimentary and cautionary tales to james, but it's very sad that ultimately her trauma was depicted as something that can't be lived with - this is something she shares with anya. I guess it's kind of disappointing that a womans struggle with sexual trauma ends in death in two games that are 20 years apart, I personally feel that theirs (and jimmy's suicide) is a bit of a tired trope

however. despite finishing extended periods of both sh2 and mouthwashing feeling annoyed and frustrated that they werent as tight as the rest of the game, but now that I've had days to process them my mind has been lingering on a few moments.

-pleasantly surprised by how legitimately startling pyramid heads introduction, really good use of unsettling imagery -sh's soundtracks always hit at the moments it counts -the last hour of sh2 had me in tears, mary's letter was bittersweet and I love how the tone completely changes depending on the ending. as someone that likes the occult stuff in the other sh games I loooove the implications of the rebirth ending but I appreciate it seems a bit left field in this standalone plot

-jim & curly's ladder conversation in the cockpit, I think that one stuck with me especially as the one defining moment in both of their outlooks, the wealth and status inequality that still leaves both of them wanting more out of their lives.. the guilt and resentment that can come of circumstantial success etc etc -similarly the dead pixel convo -swansea's honest monologue -the glitch effect after anya's suicide was REALLY cool visually, it felt like the one defining moment where mouthwashing really took advantage of its medium

TLDR I feel like I learned a bit about what I like and dislike in psychological horror by playing these two side by side, defintely interesting research while I'm drafting a horror comic with a dreamlike atmosphere... :)

[gamersagainstthemachine]

i hear sh2 remake is good? i know nothin about silent hill. got my sister into RE and just beat dmc1 with her watching, hoping she starts to like 3 and 4 when i get there. but yeah, vido games! love em

ive been playing these games because i found the ps2 which i thought had died and i also frequent thrift stores and have been able to find these games cheap (not the silent hill games obviously collectors have scalped those) but my friends got me dmc1 because it "seemed like something id like" yeag. it cracks me up especially the devilman references. but it seems like these games are also just popular again with the general person?

i havent played sh2 remake myself yet im busyyy and also tired of people rushing me to play things instead of doing it in my own pace. but ive been following along the release and it has some good things to it like environment details and even more endings. people have always been praising the little things in the writing and art direction which arent in the remake and they havent been replaced with better content so its lesser in this way. absolutely no way replace plauing the original with this one lol

i like games that are like interactive theatre with a great soundtrack and silent hill is often this. there is a lot of silent hill content, from installments that prove games are art to b movies that facilitate stupid cliches and it also encompasses other franchises like forbidden siren which i have played a bit of and team psyskallars fangames which are better silent hill games than some silent hill games and also hit closer for me because they take place in urban scandinavia. You know me its all been indie game supremacy because i didnt want triple A bullshit but ive made friends that have introduced me to the value of Big Gaming because its a part of them and because they are important to our culture and they are creative and its fun and there IS a lot of bullshit done in the name of marketability like blatant sexism and racism which i complained about the other day completely devalues the new dragon age for me because once i start thinking the authors are idiots with no other values than representing a power fantasy it really just feels like a waste of time to visit their work. Not that i dont want a power fantasy but i need it to address what matters to me especially the unattrative parts of life. Silent hill 2 is exactly this its what marias character is all about. i set my standard for video games when i first heard about silent hill 2 and similar games. the thing to like about it is that it is just so honest. its not really about people being horrible and ugly it makes a point about people being multifaceted and realistic and it is a sufferfest sure but its to drive a point home about ultimately love and gotta like media that examines the concept of love. they never try to censor themselves which i like because adults dont need content censored for themes they have specifically sought out depictions of. because it doesnt dumb down or glamourize it is entirely different from other commercial experiences which makes it weird that it is a popular franchise and video game with things like remakes coming out because you just cant treat it like any other consumable product its not anonymous or universal like that which lends itself to waifus and merch. but at the same time its also a video game made for an audience of adult gamers so it was made to create a fanbase around it. the best thing about being a silent hill fan is the gatekeeping and elitism it has resulted in and im serious because they arent games for everyone and it shouldnt be treated like they are. everything in moderation and all and the overexposure and bad retellings completely undermining or missing the sophisticated point is really prevalent. mr ito said it best https://x.com/adsk4/status/1495530138922283008 but seriously i have to even ask silent hill cosplayers and fanartists if theyve even played/seen the games and they often say no. a bit alienating. i think its fair to say the reputation overshadows the actual content for better or worse. it gets more exposure with the remake delightfully making history repeat itself like dis

i think you would like silent hill games for their thoughtfulness i rec emulating 1-3 maybe 4 and maybe give siren a try even though its difficult. it is pure japanese horror and the face model scans are very haunting the plot is also more resident evil-scoped. but yeah very big franchises, tap out when you get tired.

personally i think any remake should be played as a sequel although triple a games are usually finished products when they come out so they dont really need more content? but people talk about remakes all the time so playing through an old game series like dmc made me think about it. DMC4 has a lot of things to like that were never realized or only realized in pachinko games because it wanted to be this big final fantasy hero adventure but had rushed development. playing it feels very stiff and vague and it should have been much longer story wise but it was padded out with nonsense gameplay. it "needs" a remake or prequel for sure! DMC2 was also never realized and i personally like its tone more and i think it could be remade to be the sequel that DMC never got.

DMC truly feels like the designers just did whatever they think is fun and throw it at you and thats good because media should be challenging and the gameplay and puzzles definitely felt like the game was treating you like an adult. I was really surprised when DMC turned out to be important to me. Because it wasnt really where id look for a game experience that is intelligent or subversive. But i was surprised when its an emotionally smart game. ill be honest what makes DMC work is the camp, which isnt necessarily profitable or what a straight audience of noncreatives want so i think thats why it kinda has been worked out since DMC1. but dmc1 güde. i dont remember the last time i noticed i was smiling while playing a game my genuine and& honest reaction

i thought dmc was final fantasy for the longest time which is why i got pleasantly surprised by the dmc1 cutscenes you know the ones when they happened ahahah. that game is just entertaining i hope you and your sister had fun with it too! i have played all of the dmc games now except for the reboot which i am very interested in playing because even though its a bad dmc game from what i have seen it looks like an excellent devilman game it seems their train of thought was very similar to crybaby. dmc4 was almost my least favorite moreso than 2 but i can imagine DMC4 is very good if youre a catholic teenager. dmc5 is worth playing the other games for, its like the details and continuity keep hitting you and V is goth incarnate he is the character ever. his official manga is that good and it has no official english release at all. fucked. the dmc1 anime is fun its very 2008 anime. The franchise overall feels like it keeps giving.but it also feels like its thinning out by relying too much on happy reactions in the reader like jokes. it really hurts vergils character the most i think.

i was so excited to play 4 more games like dmc1 but they are very different which also has its merits i guess but i miss the darker stuff and difficulty. dmc5 gives you gold orbs just for starting the game... the novels can def be skipped for fanwritten lore dumps

its pretty common for people to say that dmc is for kids but i think its exactly for people that have seen all the tropes genres and series it draws on before and want a fresh spin on them that doesnt take itself seriously when it comes to plot but does handle emotional maturity carefully. its different from resident evil in this way right? when they arent implementing internet discourse, then franchises are increasingly asking us to take their stories seriously marvel is prime example of this and i just cant bring myself to gaf so i lov dmc way more than resident evil. i also got into that franchise by chance because i won a copy of re8 village and some of my ps4 games were stolen so i needed things to play. im peeved by the shallowness of the series but they do haunted house experiences SO well. i get a bit scareds. RE engine is also insaaane they really spend so much money on rendering every single wrinkle on dantes ass in leather and dynamic wetness its excellent to play with

the thing about these games is that you can really help getting an attachment to them after playing because they are really effective. i understand the dedicated audiences. I hope you take your time with them and its so awesome to bring somebody else along for the ride. it can be challenging to visit old media that has its installments in perspective to eachother because old players view them retrospectively. but there is also some cool historical fan content to find. and its one of those beloved franchises once you know it you just remember seeing it everywhere. i think my friend had pictures of trish and nevan on her computer when we were like 9 and had no idea what it was from but our favorite activity was of course Google Images

so ya i wrote much but that was all i wanted to say. youll have to list the replies in numbered order or something if you want to add anything XD

clown lady 4 u V have a wonderful day

[communicationthroughlyrics]

So Fucked Up From the Way That You Touch - Pt. 2

So, y'all remember that interview? Yeah... that interview? Well, bring on the slow burn smut... soooooo, uhhh yeah. Here you go. Part deux :D

WARNINGS: 18+ only, men and minors DNI. Fingering, oral sex, exhibitionism and edging if you squint, overstimulation. The fun stuff XD

"How You Scream When They're Not Around"

“Mmm? How so?” You slightly pull away, shifting your gaze back to the blonde in front of you, causing her to slightly whine at the lack of contact and warmth. 

“Mmm, well, we got to talking about you one day for my hair appointment. She has that photo of you both on her mirror, and I asked her who you were.”

“Go on…” you cock your eyebrow, unsure of how this story would go. 

“She went into the story behind the photo, why it was taken, you know? I started to laugh and accidentally moved my head too far. Kennedy cut too much hair off, so she panicked. And now I have this haircut.” She laughed, pointing at herself, more at the short hair on her head. The look on her face regarding the haircut was priceless, and you started to laugh incredibly hard at the image of Kennedy panicking in your mind. “What? Your best friend fucked up my hair! She had to fix it!” She smacked your chest, albeit teasingly. “Ass!”

“I can literally picture her losing her mind over fucking up a haircut. The panic, ohhhh…I wish I could have seen it.” You continue to laugh, the blonde not finding any amusement in her hair being messed up. “But seriously, you look great.” You stare into the green pools in front of you. “I would have never guessed that this…” your eyes followed your hand as you barely frisked the hair on top of her head, she visibly shivered. “Was by mistake.” You looked back at her, noticing the darkening of her irises. 

“You’re still an ass.” She grumbled, stepping back from you, and wrapping her arms around her body. 

“An ass, huh?” She nodded vigorously, you shot her a knowing smirk. “I can make it up to you if you’d like.” You step closer to her, closing the gap again, her breath hitching ever so slightly. Grabbing her waist, you pulled her into you, your body heat once again warming her body. Her arms were trapped in between your bodies. “Tell me to stop if you don’t.” You gave yourself goosebumps speaking against her lips, the feeling of them on yours causing your body to react. 

“Not a chance, Y/N. You owe me.” She smirked, smiling against your lips. Closing the gap, you pressed your lips against hers, slowly melding them into one. The kiss began to escalate, you nipped at her bottom lip, grabbing even tighter onto her hips, and pulling her impossibly close, so there was no space between you. Her arms wrapped around the back of your neck, allowing her some leverage to pull up on your taller frame. Your tongue entered her mouth, and you could taste her drink, quickly fighting and winning dominance of the kiss. She moaned into the kiss, pulling at the hair on the nape of your neck. You pulled away after what seemed like an eternity, when your body was finally screaming for air, both of you panting. You rested your forehead on her shoulder, as she continued to play with the back of your neck. You tilted your head, so you could watch her reaction. She stood simply, eyes closed, but a smile present on her features. 

“You’re staring again.” She turned to look at you, her eyes finally opening as you lifted your head off of her shoulder. 

“Mmmm, can’t help it.” You lift your head off her shoulder, mirroring her smile. “Should we go back to the party?” Her face shifts adorably into a pout, a tiny whimper being made.

“Do we have to?”

“Not necessarily…” you trail off, cocking your eyebrow, a smirk forming. “Follow me.” You stick your hand out, so she can grab onto it, and you begin walking up the bluff, both of you giggling as you try and run up the hill in the sand. Once you reached the boardwalk on top of the dune, you guided her back towards the street, silently walking hand in hand towards your truck. There’s a palpable tension as you get closer to the large vehicle. You unlocked the door, and she turned to face you.

“Your truck? Really?” She laughed, pointing behind you. 

“Well, considering the alternatives of the beach, which without towels is incredibly uncomfortable, because the sand is natures glitter and gets every-fucking-where,” you point in one direction, before shifting your weight and finger in the opposite direction, “or borrowing a room in Mar’s place, but then everyone would be up our ass, so no thank you.” She laughed at your analysis, shaking her head. “What?” You smile, shrugging your shoulders. 

“You’re ridiculous, Y/N.” She steps closer to you, closing the gap, with your lips almost on hers. “But,” she pecks at your lips, pulling away from you. “You’re sexy. And this? This is sexy, too.” She points at the backseat of the truck. You groan at her admission, leaning down and crushing your lips to hers. This was a different kiss than the last. All of your passion, want, and desire went into it. She gasped when you picked her up by her thighs, sliding her into the back seat.  You climb up the running board and pull yourself up towards her, placing your hand on her lower back as you lean her back in the seat. You reach behind and close the door, pushing the lock button and throwing the keys up front, so no buttons would be pushed. Your focus turns back to the starlet in your back seat. Hovering over her, you take in her features. Her eyes were bright with anticipation, her lower lip caught in between her teeth. The dull light from the streetlight outside and the tint of your truck allowed just enough in that you could see her details, but not so much that everyone could see in. 

“You gonna do something or just stare, Y/N?” Her rasp brought you out of the trance you were trapped within. In your mind, it was almost like a challenge. Without thought, you surged forward, capturing her lips once more into a bruising kiss. Her moans spurred you on, the both of you combining in a wet, sloppy kiss. You began to trail your mouth down her jaw, allowing you and her the chance to breathe. Her hands wandered up and down your chest and abdomen, fingernails raking on the skin, causing goosebumps to erupt in their wake. You kissed up to the shell of her pierced ear, your tongue grazing over the metal rings. Your hot breath fans over her ear, causing her back to arch into your chest.  

“Tell me you want this, Scar.” She pulls your head back by the hair on the back of your neck, crashing your lips and hers together once more. This time, you let her control the kiss, and she kissed you until she pulled your head away from her again by your hair. She was gasping, panting for air, as you freed yourself from her hold, leaning back to remove your hat and pull your shirt off over your frame by the back of the collar. As her breathing began to even out, she looked back at you just as the shirt was pulled over your head. 

“Yes. I want this. Fuck, Y/N.” She gasped as she ran her fingers over your body, you smirked and flexed your abdomen so her fingers fell into each edge of your muscles. “God, I want this…” she trailed off as her hands wandered all over your frame. 

You quirked your eyebrow, taking the opportunity that she had teed up for you. “Actually, my name is Y/N, but God works.” You chuckled, leaning down and kissing down the side of her neck, feeling the vibration of her letting out a low laugh. 

“Fuck, Y/N, really?” She laughed harder. 

“That was the intention, yes.” You continued, lifting the edge of her shirt and kissing up her chest, before reaching around and grasping the clasp to her bra. Your gaze met hers, and she arched her back into you, giving the signal to undo the offending article. She pawed at your chest, snapping the straps to your bra, emphasizing that she wanted yours off too. “Words, darling. What do you want?” You mutter between your ministrations, peppering her upper body with open-mouthed kisses. 

“This. Off. All of this. Off.” She motioned towards your clothes, grabbing hold of your belt buckle, and tugging on it hard, driving your hips towards hers. 

“Good girl. Let’s get you stripped first, love.” You mutter against her stomach, deftly undoing her belt and the button of her shorts, sliding them down, and groaning at the vision of the lace panties and the wet spot forming. You smirked at her, as she wiggled her frame beneath you.

“Come on, Y/N, I need you, hun…” she trailed off into a muted moan as your head ducked down, grabbing hold of one of her nipples in your mouth, slipping your tongue over the bud and swirling and nipping at it until you felt it had enough attention. Her hands slid up and down your back, and finally made their way back up your frame, up your neck before scratching your scalp and grabbing onto your hair, guiding your mouth over to the other side. “Damn, Y/N, you’re fucking amazing at that…” she trailed off as you continued to suck and nibble on her nipple, before releasing it with a pop. 

You bit and licked the valley between her breasts, marking your path back up the center of her throat, leaving dark bruises up her neck and onto her jawline. You sat back, giving just enough distance to put your body at arm’s length from the star’s grasp. You reached back, removing your bra at a tantalizing, teasing pace. You threw the article up front and began working on your jeans. You slid the denim down your legs, revealing more of your inked frame as they slid down. Scarlett had her lip trapped between her teeth as you slowly displayed your muscular frame to the blonde. 

Once the majority of the offending clothes had been removed, she was left in her lace panties, and you were left in your boxer briefs. She pulled you back to her by the back of your neck, clashing your mouths together in a bruising, sloppy, heated kiss. She was desperately trying to control the kiss, but your overwhelming dominance caused her to forgo the fight, and succumb to your ministrations. You both pulled away, gasping for air, as you trailed yourself back down her frame, teasing your tongue down her sides, tracing the tattoos adorning her body, playing with her nipples in your hand. Her hands slid from your hair, scratching down your neck and to your shoulders, digging at your shoulder blades. The feeling caused you to nip at her side, leaving a dark bite mark just below her ribcage as you trailed over toward her toned stomach. She slid herself further into the vehicle, and at this point, you were glad that you kept the seat folded down in the back of your truck because it left a flat, unobstructed platform to lay on. 

Her breathing became more erratic, and her pull on the hair on your head became tighter and tighter. 

“Quit. Teasing.” She breathily gritted through her teeth. Your response was nipping just below her belly button, causing the woman to let out a moan, as you ran your tongue under her pantyline. You smirked against the taught skin of her lower abdomen, a slight chuckle vibrating against her stomach.

“Quit. Rushing. Me.” You smirk back at her, watching as she peers down at you from above. You maintain eye contact as you run your tongue back up her body, swirling it around her belly button, under her breasts, through the valley of her breasts, as you gently push her head backward, running it up the column of her neck. You trace her jawline, kissing back to her parted mouth. You leaned in for another searing kiss, your hand leaving a trail of goosebumps as it made its way down her frame, tracing the outline of her panties, causing the woman beneath you to gasp, and you to smirk. “Are you going to be a good girl?” She let out a tortured moan, and you took the opportunity to slide your pointer and middle fingers into her mouth. “Good. Now, suck.” You commanded, and her eyes locked onto yours. You used your other hand to run over her clothed sex. Her hips bucked into your touch, her moan vibrating your fingers.

“Such a pretty girl,” you mutter, looking over her writhing form. She moaned again, releasing some of the suction she had on your fingers as her mouth opened. 

“Fuck…” she drew out, turning into a moan as you removed your fingers from her mouth, a string of saliva trailing behind as you swirled the soaked digits around her nipple. “…pleeeeease, Y/N!” You ignored her pleas, going on with your tortuous ministrations. 

“Patience, doll.” You ran your finger along the inside of her thighs, her legs shaking in frustration. You hooked your fingers into the waistband of the last piece of offending clothing, scraping your fingernails down the sides of her hips and thighs as you slowly pulled the lace off. You discard the article to the front seat, and run your finger up her soaked slit, pressing your thumb harshly into her clit, causing her to arch towards you and scream. “Girls who rush me don’t get rewarded.” You lowered your gaze to hers, narrowing your eyes, and emphasizing the point. 

You lowered your frame, pressing your lips to the inside of her thighs. The heady scent of her arousal made its way to your nostrils, driving you near insanity. She tried to squeeze her thighs together, but you wrapped your arms around them and kept them pulled apart, maintaining your torturous pace nibbling and licking the inside of her thighs, approaching where she was currently dripping onto the carpeted surface below. You watched from her waistline as one of her hands carded through her hair, the other reaching down to yours, scratching through yours. 

You ran your tongue up the sides of her folds, causing a long string of moans to come from the woman beneath you. You groaned at the taste of her arousal across your tastebuds. You flattened your tongue, running a heavy stripe up her slit, circling her sensitive bud, before plunging your tongue into her. You allowed your hands to roam, stroking the soft skin of her thighs, relishing in how they trembled under your touch. While your tongue worked through her folds- you teased her entrance briefly, before thrusting your tongue into her and groaning at the feeling of her walls clenching around your muscle, to which you wasted no time in surging your tongue inside her, thrusting it in and out. 

“Oh…god… Y/N!” She moaned as you slid your fingers into her drenched pussy, moving your tongue to her swollen clit.  Your fingers were buried knuckle deep, pulsing in and out of her at an excruciatingly slow pace. “Y/N, please!” She moaned, releasing one hand from your hair, and grabbing your wrist. You looked up at her blown-out eyes, taking in her flushed features. You moaned at the sight, a sheen adorning her skin as her chest was rising and falling quickly. “For the love of god, just FUCK ME already!” She growled in your direction, and you smirked in response. 

“Oh, you silly girl. You want to be fucked?” You growl back, the octave of your voice causing goosebumps to erupt all over her body. You lean up to the shell of her ear, licking a stripe up her ear, before whispering against her pulse point. “Oh, honey… you’re about to realize just how fucked you are.” You lift away from her, watching as she mewled and writhed beneath you. Without warning, you slid three fingers inside her, watching as she arched into your body. You used your body to push her back down, before curling your fingers inside of her, tapping her spongy spot, and then withdrawing your fingers almost completely. She ground her hips, trying to push herself back onto you. You began a merciless pace, not allowing her to adjust, but judging by her reaction, and seeing how her wetness was pooling in your cupped hand, it didn’t matter. The sloshing sound of your relentless thrusting was driving you insane- but your drive to show her what happens when she rushes you was slightly greater. 

You dipped your head, taking hold of one of her nipples, grazing your teeth along it, and firming the grasp you had on it, pulling up slightly, causing the blonde to gasp beneath you, and her head to fly to your back, scratching heavily up from your hips to your shoulder blades. All the while, your pace never ceased- and you could feel the unsteady breathing, and the walls of the woman beneath you fluttering erratically. 

“You close, angel?” You asked, hovering over her face after releasing her nipple from your mouth, your arm buried between both your frames as you worked her drenched cunt harder and harder. She shook her head, moaning and trapping her lip between her teeth, signaling she was close to a release. She whined as you pulled out, bringing your now saturated digits up to her mouth, pulling her lip out of the grasp that her jaw had it trapped in, and returning your fingers into her mouth. “Then ask, baby girl. Be a good girl for me, yeah?” You respond, removing your fingers just in time to hear a groan come from Scarlett, as her hips begin to work themselves onto your thigh, coating your upper leg in her arousal as she sought some release. You let out a low laugh at her attempt to get herself off, before leaning back and slamming her hips down with one hand, and cocking your eyebrow as she released a pained whine at the lack of contact. Your eyes sought permission, and she just shut her eyes and nodded slightly, biting her lip once more. You return the three fingers into her pussy, not giving her any warning, and pick a ruthless pace, while using your other hand to keep her hips down, placing a firm hold just under her belly button,  groaning at being able to feel your fingers curling upwards inside her while your hand rest on her stomach. You stretched your thumb down to her now neglected bundle of nerves and began to rub it at a furious pace. 

“Remember, angel. Words. Ask for me, yeah?” You breathed out, as she struggled to put together a coherent thought at the dual stimulation. 

“Puh….puhleaseeeeeeee…” she let out, albeit a strangled sentence. “…Y/N… let….let me cummmmmmm…” she moaned out, you could tell she was trying her absolute hardest to string together a sentence. 

“Oh, sweetie… is it hard to speak? I could hardly hear you…” you laughed maniacally at her wide-eyed reaction before you leaned down to her ear again. “Cum for me, Scarlett. Don’t hold back.” You rasped into her ear, biting on her pulse point as she clenched around your fingers, her hands grasping your wrist and pushing you deep inside her. She let out a strangled moan, pushing upwards into your body. Once her hands let go of your wrist, you began your rapid pace again, not giving her a chance to come down from her high. She clenched her thighs, but your thigh was in between hers, allowing for just enough room to continue your brutal assault on her dripping cunt. You grabbed her wrists, pinning them up on the door to the truck, not allowing her to stop you. Continuing the tempo you had set, despite your now burning hand and arm, you thrust your fingers in, curling them and pushing upwards slightly, before withdrawing and repeating. It wasn’t long before her walls began to clench around you again, and you let her hands go as you propped yourself up to be able to watch her cum. 

“Go ahead, let go.” You whisper, as her eyes are pinned shut and she lets out another strangled, suffocated moan. Her head pushed back as her back arched skywards, and you couldn’t help but be mesmerized by the vision in front of you- a sweaty, flushed mess of a woman, her pert nipples bouncing with each heave of her chest as she struggles to catch her breath, the musculature of her neck as she leans her head back, her abdomen flexing as her body releases, was all enchanting as you watched her come down again. But you wanted more- so you pushed. Burying your face between her thighs, you thrust your tongue into her, as she squealed and tried to push your head away from her throbbing sex. 

“Nooooo… Y/N…. I can’t….” You pulled away just enough for the ability to speak.

“You can. And you will. For me.” You returned to your ministrations, licking a stripe up her now stretched hole that was dripping cum. You took your time in cleaning her sufficiently, rubbing her clit with your available thumb. She began to wiggle, and her breathing began to shudder as you continued, you inserted your pointer finger, lightly tugging at her entrance to give your tongue more room to work. You continued to work your tongue into her, feeling the clench of her walls once more. 

“Ahhh…. Fuckkk…” she moaned again, tumbling an all too familiar edge, a silent scream coming from her throat. You continued to clean her up, before getting up, and wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. You leaned up, kissing your way up her abdomen, into the valley between her breasts. You stopped, looking at the fucked out expression adorning her features. “Holy…hell…” she muttered, before zeroing on your face, pulling you in for a searing kiss. There was no real battle for dominance, she was utterly exhausted, and let you take control of the kiss. She moaned at the taste of herself on your lips, her hands gliding up your chest, and wrapping behind your neck, deepening the kiss. You finally broke away when your lungs were screaming for air. 

“Fuck, Y/N. That was…” she gasped out, her hands continuing to rake up and down your body. You raised your eyebrow, smiling her way. 

“Not bad for an I owe you?” You quipped back. She laughed at the response, her gaze shifting downwards. 

“Now I feel like I owe you, Y/N.”

[dennydraws]

Busy, busy...!!

All FanFyria books claimed!! Thank you so much!! And... 10 out of 20 comic books shipped! :D;; I'm so sorry I'm taking some time with the bonus watercolor pieces. I can only work on them on weekends when I get proper daylight... I will miss summer! T^T;; I think I got better with those.. and I can't wait for folks to start receiving the packages! It always sparks so much joy! But bear with me for they take some time! Shipping to the US tends to take around 3 weeks too ;u; so it may take a while!

Work has been...the usual landslide of events once October starts xD;; It always gets so busy I'm like a ghost once I get home who just wants to dissociate while staring at the ceiling. I've been been listening to spooky games while at work. Silent Hill 2 remake was SO good and I'm lowkey dying I can't find the energy and time to draw something. Is this new Denny Lore? :D;; I very much love the Silent Hill games (1 to 4, the rest don't exist to me) and I'm so happy Konami did so well with this remake! They really made James have such a conflicted confused sad puppy look... which is very, so very fitting! And Maria? -chef kiss- the VA of everyone is way too good! I've inhaled every scene!!

The Suikoden remasters are looking great too and I can't wait to get it next year!! Are we entering the Konami redemption arc timeline!? If they announce Suikoden 3-5 remasters and Suiko 6 I may just have to pinch myself cause what a time to be alive...!!

Romancing SaGa 2 Remake is almost here!! Aaaaa! It ought to heal my aching soul from RS announcing EoS earlier this month :") .... I wanted to try Metaphor too but it's too close to RS2R so it has to wait a bit. Which reminds me, when RS2R is in my hands I may vanish off earth for a bit! It's not that I expect to find spoilers on a remake of a game which I've played, watched The Stage play of and absorbed all lore available of it in RS...but still xD; (I do hope I'm done with the FanFyria book ships by then aaaa) I may not be able to update my comic "The Snake, The Firebrand and The King of All" this month, cause as much as I'd love to, I promised my friends not to strain myself with work (else they will manifest into my walls and scold me!) and the workload and FanFyria book ship has taken a tow on me so far and my hands had started to give in ;n; ... I wish I was stronger ! But comic work is a journey, not a race! At least next chapter is sketched so the actual hard part is done. The line art/shading just takes time and many podcasts! (and free weekends xD)

Okay enough with life update~ Thank you for stopping by!! I hope your day goes wonderfully, dear Web Traveller!

[sheepstitches]

Starting to read funkycule fics yay :3

I've been trying to step out of my comfort zone and explore other fandoms that my friends are into. Gotta list um...

Touhou

Madness combat

The Friday night Funkin' crew (I never really cared about them before sadly, sorry)

Limbus company (it's really hard rn only bc I gotta play with my hands while watching the cutscenes and read)

Stuff I'm into but I never post about bc my brain is empty whenever I wanna draw:

Tales from the Gas Station (I need Jerry I need him. I m . I need him. And Spencer. I hate Spencer (puts up posters of him all over my room))

Sprunki (I'm already into it but I'm slowly lurking around ATM)

Mother series / earthbound series (I never post anything 😭)

Pokespe / pokemon adventures manga (it's seriously a crime I never draw the reguri or bluguri I really love them. Also I'm kinsidering Yellow atm)

Silent Hill 2 (the remake threw me into a garbage chute and made me love it all over again /VPOS)

...

Yeah mmmmmmmm yeah. Yeah. YEAHYEAH. Yeah.

I'm really shy when it comes to joining fandoms (and talking to other people) and like, I have this weird worry where I'm like "I'm not a real fan bc I barely make art, I don't make hcs and I'll never fully understand the (media) enough unless I burry my head into it long enough" so yeah hellllllpp.

Social Anxiety goes brrr

[the-possum-writes]

✩*⋆Possu's Kinktober 2024⋆*✩

Spooky and sexy times are upon us my friends! here's the list i made of what I'll be posting in the following days:

I'll do a little bit of cheating and assign one character to a day, in the case of a prompt having more than one character it'll count for that amount of days. This is my first time taking a challenge like this so bare with me if anything comes up and i hope i make the month enjoyable for you all.

Obvious warnings for Adult content!!

───✩*⋆⋅ ᘛ⁐̤ᕐᐷ ⋅⋆*✩───

Week I

Adventure Time: Main cast

✩*⋆Oct 01 and Oct 02 Finn and Fern // Double penetration ✩*⋆Oct. 03 Huntress Wizard // Predator/Prey ✩*⋆Oct. 04 Princess Bubblegum // Latex ✩*⋆Oct. 05 Marceline // Face sitting ✩*⋆Oct. 06 Flame Princess // Wax Play

Week II

Adventure Time: Bad Guys

✩*⋆Oct 07 Scarab // Hate sex ✩*⋆Oct. 08 Scorcher // Deepthroating ✩*⋆Oct. 09 Green Knight // Bondage ✩*⋆Oct. 10 Vampire King // Somnophilia ✩*⋆Oct. 11 Hudson Abadeer // Mirror sex ✩*⋆Oct. 12 PeaceMaster // Breeding kink ✩*⋆Oct. 13 Marshall Lee // Love bites

Week III

Fionna and Cake

✩*⋆Oct 14 Simon // Sex tape ✩*⋆Oct. 15 Prismo // Masturbation ✩*⋆Oct. 16 and Oct. 17 Gary and Marshall // Threesome ✩*⋆Oct. 18 Fionna // Fingering/Squirting ✩*⋆Oct. 19 Farmworld Finn // Mutual Masturbation ✩*⋆Oct. 20 Winter King // 69 ✩*⋆Oct. 21 Hunter // Sex pollen

Week IV

Multifandom

✩*⋆Oct 22 Faust (Guilty Gear) // Pegging ✩*⋆Oct 23 Joshua Graham (Fallout New Vegas) // Spanking ✩*⋆Oct 24, Oct 25 and Oct 26 Batter, Zacharie, Sugar (OFF) // Foursome ✩*⋆Oct 27 Elktaur (Centaurworld) // Praise Kink ✩*⋆Oct 28 Sebastian Solace (Pressure robl0x) // Degradation/Dirty Talk ✩*⋆Oct 29 Viktor (Arcane)// (I'll let a friend pick this one) ✩*⋆Oct 30 Pyramid Head (Silent hill 2)// Rough sex/Hairpulling ✩*⋆Oct 31 N/A 👀

[mochinomnoms]

any favorite disney movies? i think it’s so interesting to see what people say in the TWST fandom about them!

funny story about me, when i was little about 4 or 5, my dad actually had to lock up the DVD alice in wonderland in this bulky black metal suitcase (he has 2 of them) with all the rest of his horror movies. i was really sensitive to yelling and when the caterpillar yelled at alice i bawled my eyes out, i dealt with Nightmare Before Christmas fine but was TERRIFIED of alice in wonderland!

flash forward to me at 9 and 10 watching like The Shining and Silent Hill lol

I wasn't allowed to watch the Nightmare Before Christmas as a kid on my mom's side because it was "demonic" but I watched it as an adult and I really liked it! Alice in Wonderland too, but that was more because my mom I think really got freaked out by it.

As for my favorite Disney movies, it kinda varies. As a kid I loved Sleeping Beauty and Aladdin a lot! I think I actually broke my VHS tape for Aladdin due to how much I played it, my grandma taped it back together but part of A Friend Like Me would get skipped over due to the tape. When I got a bit older I really loved the Hunchback of Norte Dame because of the imagery and music, and I still really love it! The musical version is great too!

Now as an adult, I really love Coco and Encanto! I know Coco is technically Pixar, but they're owned by Disney so I still count it! I really love Coco because it was one of two animated movies that showed my culture in a positive light in mainstream media. Encanto is similar, though it's based in Colombia, I find it very easy to relate to still and I really like that a lot of media made by POC are based on generational trauma? It's a pattern I've noticed and it's cool to see that in a film.

Ironically, I never super loved the Little Mermaid because Ariel annoyed the shit out of me lol, but I like the second and third movies a lot more!

[ilkkawhat]

I can't believe it's almost been a year since AW2 was released. It really changed my life. For better or for worse? Who can say, but I've been having fun.

lol it's so surreal to me that it's been less than a year that I bought and played Alan Wake 2 (one month past release, in November) purely on a whim because I saw people on the silent hill subreddit talking about it and someone even made a meme about "friendship ended with silent hill now alan wake is my new best friend" and I kid you not within just a few days my life just...changed entirely.

I have a lot of depression and anxiety and somewhere in 2023 things just...went wrong and I stopped creating. stopped giffing, never thought I'd write again and drawing lmao forget it, that shit's been hard for me to do ever since a very discouraging experience back when I was maybe like, 11 or 12. stopped going on tumblr, had given up on discord a long time before then and became a miserable ghost doing nothing but burying myself in work in what i will admit is a toxic, overwhelming and stressful environment. I still played games, still watched shows but nothing was like. Sticking with me, I guess? Not like to obsession levels and minus some good vacations I was just...empty.

And playing Alan Wake 2 for the first time was a legit terrifying experience for me--not on the levels of the first time I played Silent Hill 2 maybe (legit locked myself in my room and put on my lamp in the middle of the day cause of the sound of footsteps behind me in that game lol and my dishwasher at the time sounded like that one chugging sound in the apartments) but the dread I was feeling as I got legitimately lost in the woods of Cauldron Lake and turned around in Coffee World (having basically explored it all before triggering the parts where the enemies spawn in) and the basement of Valhalla Nursing Home was thrilling and I was excited to be playing something that was so disturbing and mind bending and emotional, too. Not even knowing the story of Alan and Alice, my heart broke during Alice's final tape. Not knowing Alan's character outside of what I saw in the second game, his "fuck it" moment where he went back into the Dark Place felt so heroic. I felt an odd sense of nostalgia watching the Koskela brothers commercials, like I had known them my whole life. Alex Casey (both the FBI agent and fictional detective) is my favorite kind of wise-cracking guy who has a heart of gold, the old guy who I wish could be my dad. Tom Zane was that mysterious wild card that you know under the surface has something sinister, unsettling esp with his manipulation of Alan but is just so fascinating to watch. Of course I saw so much of my obsessive self in Rose with her shrine for Alan. Saga's time in the dark place felt so real to me, I cried and still cry every time I read that note from her mom at that part of the game (I know you can read it sooner but it packs a bigger punch with Saga's fight to get out of her own mind.) All of the characters quickly stole my heart and ran with it and maybe it was over a few days, maybe it was all at once the floodgates just...opened within me.

I started writing again. First with a character that I never thought I'd write for again because at the time, even just thinking about him legit hurt me. Then I started scheming up fics for Alan. Then I started giffing even from self-captured gameplay footage that I don't think I've ever done before. Then I started drawing in my Alan Wake journal--a journal which, I had not done since the peak of my CSI obsession during my teenage years and even then it wasn't to the extent of what that journal is now (which admittedly, has not been filled out in quite a number of weeks and maybe that's partially cause I tend to journalize myself on here too) And then one day I couldn't contain it anymore. I started sharing again. I don't talk to anybody really like, ever outside of these asks and occasional replies but I truly never thought I'd be part of a fandom again. I worried I'd fuck it all up again (still worry about that) for myself, or others. Or both. But all the kind messages, the kind tags, the awesome people I've started following because of Alan Wake, I wouldn't give any of that up.

And of course things branched off, crushing so hard on him I got obsessed with Ilkka. I played some of Remedy's other games (still working my way through Max Payne 2 and Quantum Break very very slowly) and went back to the first Alan Wake, of course which if I had known about earlier or had an Xbox I'm sure I would have loved it back then as much as I do now. Hell I even platinumed that and Alan Wake 2 and as someone who is notorious for not finishing games other than like. The Legend of Zelda series and playing some other endless games...think it says something that I've managed to beat and complete (I always do the rhymes, stashes, lunch boxes, every playthrough) Alan Wake 2 almost 10 times now.

I was happy. I'm still, for the most part when I'm not at work, happy. Call it what you want, a delusion brought on by a distraction of obsession, a dangerous escape threatening the part of me that is still rooted in reality in the way that like, what if I become too crazy about it where it blinds me to certain things or experiences or chases people away from me because I'm too weird about it (a very real thing that has happened before)

But damn with all of that...I'm having fun with it too.

[howlingday]

dumb idea 2, nora dies for a pancake… she comes back a week later telling jaune that he has to play a poker game against god or else they will both die (in nora's case again), jaune tries to lose but the lady of fortune shouts: (I didn't keep you alive so you would surrender to that bitch (the god of light)).

So, it turns out that The Brothers were not the first gods to enter Remnant, nor were they the last. Before them, the Tree sent an avatar of itself into the wild, unshaped world and molded the mountains and hills and seas and then judged them on their perfection. After such time, The Judge, as he was named, then took it upon himself to rest. When the Brothers entered, he guided them into their creation of all things to fill his world. When the Brothers created humans and faunus, he then took it upon himself to allow them to judge their own works, and again, he rested. When he awoke, all of it was destroyed. Angered, he forced them to undo their mistake, though they also took it upon themselves to curse two mortals. This was fair, once told how the conflict came to be. Now The Judge waits silently in The Brothers place, choosing who passes into blissful paradise or returns as the Grimm. Oh, yeah, the Grimm are made of dead people, in case you didn't know.

Why am I telling you this? Well...

My friend, Nora, died choking on the world's largest pancake. Turns out maple syrup doesn't make for a good lubricant. Having said this, she came back into the world of the living, making her funeral a pending waste of lien and dragging ME to the afterlife to challenge The Judge to a final battle for the fate of all of Remnant. Yeah. ALL of Remnant. How'd that happen? The same way I got into this mess: Nora being Nora. Naturally, fighting an ancient deity capable of creating and destroying anything they desired made for a swift end for me... A hundred times. Because The Judge has spectators, and one of them is The Brother of Light's ex, The Fortune. She keeps bringing me back, saying "No yet! Not until I can shove this in his smug face!"

Nora is also there, giving her ideas, and making my life a living hell. I'm going to be here a while, so I hope I'm not missing anything big or important back home.

[cosmama]

my chosen munday post is just sharing games i like, another way to learn about me. it's sort of in semi-order? but is mostly kind of just based on vibes, influences on me as person, etc. rather than any objective measure of quality. i was talking to friends about our top 10 games recently so it made me think about doing this list over again. if anyone is curious, some notes:

jade empire - not a perfect game but i love it. objectively, it's a generic wuxia but it's my first generic wuxia ( as well as my introduction to bioware in general ) so i don't really care! an oldie but a goodie. summah's first rpg ( not counting ffviii b/c while i played it first, i watched my brother play it for years so it wasn't 'new' ).

jsrf is nostalgic. i watched my big bro play over and over again before playing myself. it formed my love of graffiti and street art; its message that art is not a crime has stayed with me to this day. also has a killer ost. HELLO ALLISON.

alan wake ii is art. is it perfect? no but art isn't perfect; it's such a great iteration on every unique and weird idea that remedy has ever tried across all of their games. i'm so happy for sam and team for finally getting the flowers they deserve ( seriously, if you didn't smile at finnish king, sam lake, dancing at TGAs you have no heart! ). also don't ask me what alan wake is about unless you want a crazed essay in your dms, thank you.

max payne 2 - i can already hear that sweet, depressing main theme. another 'watching my brother play and then playing myself' classic. the noir style. the purple prose writing of max... it's just all too immaculate. i'm incredibly excited for the remakes but i'm also sadden that james mccaffrey won't be giving his voice to max again and hope people still seek out the original.

i cheated by adding the reignited trilogy on here ( last time i only had year of the dragon ) but after doing a quick replay of the remaster of 3, it reminded me of how much love and charm was poured into this remaster. it's such a good vibe - headbutting into walls has never felt so right.

yakuza 0 is peak - it's what you should start with when getting into the series. kiwami 2 was on last time but didn't make the cut; it's story is awesome.

p3r is a hard recency bias but! i had p5r on my list last time and i genuinely think 3 is a vasty better game so it felt weird not to replace it.

the only two games on here that i haven't played but i've watched countless playthroughs of: tomb raider 3 and silent hill. tank controls in classic TR destroy me but watching my brother and uncle play and seeing lara get crushed by boulders is a core visual in my memory. with sh1, i'm just a baby and don't play horror games but i enjoy the general weirdness of that game compared to its sequels.

feel free to do this yourselves :)

[deadscell]

Laura’s side story always made me so sad playing Silent Hill 2, the simplicity of her desperation to find Mary but in such a wholesome, innocent way and the betrayal of hope that the little girl suffers through once she knows the truth is so heart wrenching. The line “but if you did something bad, why don’t you just say you’re sorry?” this little girl Laura proves the very difference between her innocence and her pure drive alone to find her friend Mary, compared to Eddie and James she has nothing but a harmless goal to achieve. It breaks my heart every time she learns what really happened to her friend.