#and now theyve piled up and yeah

[scientologyblows]

okay but lets be very serious here right now, when they release a statement what exactly is that gonna change? don admitted to him and lex having intercourse (which shows that he coerced her) and matt and ryans texts show that the situation was handled VERY poorly. an apology isnt enough for the trauma they both have caused

[lokilysolbitch]

im just venting and mispelling roommate in this one

right so i have two roomates (theyre dating and share a room) and they went on a trip together and im so . im so mad . not bc of the trip. but bc they got back the other day and when i was in the kitchen they came out and roomate 1 after just like talking for a little while and was like. oh yeah roomate 2 is sick and has a fever of 100 degrees. and second roomate. is IN THE FUCKING ROOM. why the fuck would you not say something before hand so i could leave. why are you not wearing masks. both of you were driving for hours in the same car and were on the same trip. COVID is still a fucking thing. were all disabled. what the fuck

so im like. oh. and i finish eating and go to my room

also. roomate 1 invites me to get boba before this and the next day theyre still like "so boba time??" were you not just travelling with someone whose sick?? do you not know how viruses spread?? why the hell would i-- anyway

next day. roomate 2 has been in the only room that isnt a bedroom and bathroom all day which makes sense bc roomate 1 is allergic to cats and that room has roomate 2's cat so thats the best quarantine situation there is. but like. everyones still gotta prepare food in there so its not great. also. neither of them fucking told me that was the set up. so. cool.

and now today !!! roomate 1 texts me and is like "so were both sick and we got tested and its covid" FUCKING WHO COULD HAVE SEEN THIS COMING

AND THEYVE FUCKING EXPOSED ME TO IT AND ALL THEY DID WAS AFTER BEING IN THE SAME ROOM FOR A WHILE WENT "oh one of is sick btw lol and weve been traveling toether. wanna get boba?"

im already fucking disabled and covid weakens your immune system and body especially !!!! if youre already !!!!!!! chronically ill !!!!!!!!! I CANT AFFORD ANYMORE GODDAMN BODY ISSUES

AND IVE BEEN MASKING SINCE FUCKING 2020 AND BOTH OF THE ROOMATES STOPPED MASKING MONTHS AGO IF NOT A YEAR AGO

SO NOW IM HAVING PANIC ATTACKS WONDERING IF IM GONNA CATCH IT AND I CANT TELL IF THE SHAKING IS JUST ANXIETY OR A FEVER COMING ON

THIS ISNT MY FIRST INFECTION EITHER AND WE DONT KNOW HOW COVID CAN DAMAGE THE BODY DECADES IN THE FUTURE BUT WE KNOW REPEATED INFECTIONS DAMAGE THE BODY MORE AND MORE SO WHAT IF I HAVE WORSENING ILLNESS ISSUES IN THE FUTURE AND ITS ALL BC SOMEONE COULDNT BE MORE CONSIDERATE

and heres the thing actually bc im not even mad at roomate 2. its roomate 1 im mad at. because theyve been inconsiderate many times before. im mad its happening fucking again. literally the past few years have just been oh they said they'd clean up after themselves more in the kitchen and they didnt again even though i gave them ideas to help them keep it clean. oh they invited someone over without warning me when i asked them not to. again. oh they said they would listen to me vent and infodump whenever but when i did they left me on read for several hours/days and then ignored everything i said again. oh they made a suicide joke when i asked them several times not to make those in front of me because its triggering again. oh they left on a overnight/several day trip without warning me when they know i dont drive so i didnt get to stock up on things i needed before hand (they did this once when we were MOVING and i literally didnt have food other than like flour and ingredients and baking tools hidden in piles of boxes. and she ate my last microwave pizza before leaving. and knew it was the last one. and i didnt find out she wasnt coming back until the next day until i texted her and went "hey we need to get some groceries today bc we literally dont have food" and she was like "oh im not getting back until tomorrow lol" like. oh! cool! i dont have fucking shit to eat !!!!! im stranded in a new apartment !!!!!!!)

just. oh ! theyre being inconsiderate again!! again!! fucking again!! again!! just like every other time!!!!! its happening again !!!!!!!!!!! what do i even do at this point

i have a joke that im mad that roomate 1 makes me relate to taylor swift lyrics. bc. when taylor said "that old familiar body ache, the snaps from the same little breaks in your soul/ you know/when its time to go" i felt that and its because of this roommate.

oh and they are both quarantining in their room now so theres that.

[polyhexian]

I love modern art. My favourite thing about modern art is explaining modern art. Completely unironically. I love talking to non artists and I ask them what do you think modern art is? And they will bring up pop art, maybe Jackson Pollock and often something weird theyve seen they didn't understand. And I'll say okay, cool, so that's the thing. Modern art is (usually) a type of art that you can't understand by looking at it. It's a piece that you cannot understand without knowing what it is. A lot of art speaks for itself, but this is about creating a piece that needs to be thought about. And then I will say okay, so my favourite piece is a pile of candy on the floor. And they say well how is that art? And then I explain "portrait of Ross in LA," 175 pounds of pretty candy that represent the artist's partner who passed away from AIDs. Museum visitors can take a piece of candy and therefore share in the joy he provided those he met, and the museum has the choice to pay to refill the pile, or allow it to waste away and disappear. And then they stop and they think about that and they're always like wow. Okay. Yeah, I see how that's art. That's interesting. And I say right! It's a piece that looks like nothing without understanding what it means. Without context it seems meaningless, but with context it's art. And isn't that an interesting kind of art? And they always say yeah, okay, I can see that. And then I bring up "can't help myself" and "death denied" and Keith haring's "unfinished painting" and "dropping a han dynasty urn" and then I say so here's one of my favourite pieces: someone went to the moma and put their sunglasses on the floor and then posted photos to Twitter of people taking photos of the sunglasses, people who thought it was a piece of art and did not realize it wasn't. Only, in doing this, they had created themselves an art piece that commented on the way art is perceived within a cultural space, how art is defined. So, are the sunglasses art? Is the photo of the sunglasses art? Is the photo of the photographers art? Or is the dropping of the sunglasses or the observation of the dropping of the sunglasses the art? And then they get very quiet and thoughtful and they smile and they say wow, that IS interesting. I think I get it now. And I say yes!!!! Yes you get it!!! It's not just a broken pane of glass or a chair taped to a wall! It's the artists thoughts and feelings they are trying to convey to you through your own thoughts and feelings! And isn't that valuable?! And everyone is happy

[pesterloglog]

Rose Lalonde, Dave Strider

Act 5, page 3937-3939

TT: I am piloting the moon through the Furthest Ring right now.

TT: At the moment, it's passing through a dream bubble. I am visiting your dream in person.

TT: Or, you are the one visiting me as I travel, in your sleep. If you'd rather look at it that way.

TG: ok

TG: so all those questions you asked me

TG: getting me to remember

TG: you were just stalling me werent you

TG: so i wouldnt wake up and try to stop you

TT: Not entirely.

TG: this sucks

TG: could you just please turn the thing around and come back

TT: Why?

TT: I'm already out here. Might as well go through with it.

TG: we agreed id do it though

TG: or at least you pretended to agree

TG: just before going into a major league wind up with your nap yarn

TT: A major league wind up?

TG: sports

TT: It's always been pretty sad that I seem to know more about sports than you. Which is really saying something.

TG: all im saying is

TG: no one likes a basketball hog

TT: It's probably just "ball hog."

TG: i just think you should know

TG: that in the athletic arena of competitive achievement

TG: its a widely known fact that cherry picking posers get showered in nothin but boos

TG: you dont gank the rock and steal the big mans thunder on his raucus drive to the hole

TT: Oh lord.

TG: is that the sort of ignominy you want

TG: see you didnt consider sports you never consider the sports

TT: The last thing I want to do is come between a big man's thunder and any particular hole he might prize.

TG: and yet

TG: such has been whats happened

TG: it like the tight end was going long down the yard in sudden death

TG: its me im the tight end

TG: and the quarterback sniped the fieldgoal just before the nfl buzzer went off

TG: the greedy qb is you

TT: That's not even close to being a thing in football.

TG: but instead of winning the gold sports prize you just fucking die and nobody cares and it didnt mean anything

TT: Which prize is that?

TG: the football prize

TT: You mean the most vaunted accolade associated with the gridiron, known as "Stanley's Cup?"

TG: no come on

TG: its called the bruce bombardi trophy or something

TG: for best pile squad

TT: I'll take your word for it.

TG: and even though youre dead all these fat millionaires in helmets just leap on your corpse anyway and pile up and i mean WAY up

TT: How high do they even have to be?

TG: the sport pile doesnt stop from getting taller

TT: Does the officiator have a means of measurement on hand?

TT: I wouldn't want to be crushed by a nonregulation sport pile.

TG: what do you care youll be dead like the mission thieving poser you are

TT: Poser?

TT: So not cool.

TG: yes poser it should be my torso getting pulverized by that avalanche of overpaid beefcakes and you know it

TT: I forget what we were doing exactly.

TT: Were we pursuing the hackneyed debate over who has the best claim to self sacrifice,

TT: Or seeing who can out-dumbass the other with obtuse sports lingo?

TG: there obviously stopped being a difference between those things the question is offensive

TG: almost as offensive as you stalling me while you peel out of here in your dumb moon

TT: I'm the one stalling?

TT: The moon is probably just a speck in the sky now due to your strange beefcake harangue.

TG: yeah but i dont know how to wake back up is the thing

TG: how do i wake back up

TT: I guess I could wake back you up, if you really want.

TG: ok then do it

TT: But you have to promise to stay put.

TT: Don't try to stop me. Just let it go.

TG: but this was my mission

TT: It really makes no sense for you to go. This was never your preoccupation.

TT: They selected me a long time ago.

TG: that doesnt make sense

TG: why would they drag me into it just to have me make a map and then let you ditch me

TG: theyve obviously been gunning for me too

TT: Yes, they helped you chart a path through the Ring. And they will open that path for a pilot they have marked.

TT: I believe I fit the description. I'm not sure about you.

TG: why do you think that

TT: I am the pilot. That's all there is to say on the matter.

TG: but i dont want you to die

TT: Help John and Jade.

TG: this isnt right

TT: Then I'm not going to help you wake you up.

TT: I'll stall some more.

TG: so you admit you were stalling with all that bullshit

TT: I said not entirely.

TG: what do you mean

TT: It's going to be a long ride through all this nothingness.

TT: Maybe I just thought some company would be nice.

TT: Before it's all over.

TG: ............

TT: So what'll it be?

TG: what

TT: I'll wake you, but only if you promise to rejoin the others.

TT: Could you give a message to John for me?

TG: sure

TG: but

TG: if im promising not to chase you down then theres not really any hurry to wake up

TT: Aw, are you sure?

TT: I was looking forward to bowling another wicked googly with the yarn.

TT: Sportsways.

TG: nah ill stay asleep a while

TT: Ok.

TG: what did you want me to tell john

TT: What was that?

TG: what

TT: Did you hear something?

TG: no what

TT: I thought I heard something outside.

TG: whos this douche dag

TG: i mean bag

TG: im stuttering this dude is making me nervous

TT: You don't remember him?

TG: no

TT: Then I guess this isn't a memory.

TG: so hes actually here with us on the moon

TT: Not with us.

TT: Just me.

TT: You're still on Derse, remember?

[someonewhos-world]

O yeah, here, team Chris and Zag sillies

Zagreus holds the back of his shirt sometimes. Alejandro barely notices or if he does,the only mention of this is in confessionals where hes like "it's like having a duckling following me. It's so strange?" Meanwhile Zagreus's confessional is "meat shield. He got more muscle than Noah so like. When in doubt."

Zag also does this with Owen and Tyler but Zag holds Owen and Izzy's hands and Tyler's sleeve. They just hold Noah's vest just barely with two fingers.

Zag and Izzy making their own language to gossip. They let Izzy bite them and is cool with teaching her aerial stuff.

They have roped the entire team into Uno during one of the days when the cast was flying to like. Paris or New York and they got the other teams in on it. They also accidentally started a prank war between Noah and Cody. It was an accident but now they live for the chaos.

During the Jamaica episode, They laughed at Noah for his scream before Chris shoved them and their scream with just as high. They also comment in confessionals that Noah's laugh gives them schemer vibes (literally his title in his wiki too but we were fucking robbed of that in the show ig)

Zagreus totally has let Alejandro hold their rings. Big sign of trust but they kept a hawk eye on him the entire time. They actually gained a slight crush on him but was like "itll pass" and it did.

Tyler and Zag are both bad at sports but are kind of good at them??? They bond over sports. Zag bonds with Noah kind of with mocking Sierra and Alejandro and liking books. They've accidentally infodumped the entirety of Hamlet and was like "oh fuck, sorry-" and Noah was like "no no, I'm literally intrigued, tell me more.". They do gymnastics with Izzy!!! And cook with Owen.

Alejandro might be able to manipulate the ladies but Zag has been manipulating him the entire fucking time and has even gaslit him into thinking they were a chick til the Jamaica episode

I imagine during the Yukon episode, Zagreus is with Alejandro when he manipulates bridgette and they're barely paying attention and immediately jumps on the sleigh, looks back and then at Alejandro with a puppy expression like "why is bridge making out with the pole????" Then looks at Izzy and is like "why is izzy green?!"

I hc that team Chris sleep in like. A minor cuddle pile. Izzy sleeps on Owen, Tyler sleeps close by and Noah sleeps in the corner but near the trio meanwhile Zag sleeps sitting up between Owen and Alejandro with their head on Alejandro's shoulder. Alejandro just sleeps sitting up.

Zagreus has fallen asleep on someone's lap but only because they were napping, leaned slightly to the side and fell face first into the person's lap and then sat up so fast with a gasp like "huh what".

I imagine Zagreus teaches Izzy how to do aerial tricks with the silk, theyve almost given Alejandro a heart attack along with Owen bc they're in a plane and one of the holes busted open and it's just Izzy laughing manically and holding onto the silks while Zagreus is clinging for dear life to the silks like "NOT FUNNY I CANT MOVE LIKE THIS-"

They read with Noah while sharing food with Owen. Like, Their eyes are locked on the books pages and they're holding out a piece of apple or something towards Owen.

They're vaguely aware of Owen eating dog food during Island but they say nothing about it bc they dont wanna know.

Zag has challenged Alejandro at one point to see who was more flexible. Alejandro won and they're morbidly interested on how Alejandro can try his hair with his shoes

Did I mention how much Sierra fucking hates Zagreus. Like. She hates them so much bc they had a minor crush on Cody but got over him bc they saw their now girlfriend Kelly and was like "MOVE YOU LOSER- I WANT HER-"

They also went through back surgery so now they have a metal in their spine due to an accident during World Tour. What accident??? Any accident that could occur on a poorly taken care of military plane where if your team loses, you're shoved out of a moving plane and praying you don't get suvked into the blades.

They also stress eat but never actually. Keep the weight. They have a high metabolism and is just. Little. Their wardrobe change happens bc of their sudden interest in singing and making covers and stuff. (They definitely made covers of some Drama Brother songs)

[ughryn]

guess what i’ve been putting off doing......! ( @look-alive-sunshine & @xo-runningman-xo )

So i’m only gonna list 5 things and not 25 things ashsjkldhf: My gf, the vast majority of tumblr (the tumblr that I see, anyways) , dogs, newish music (you know the words but it’s not overplayed), the feeling you get when you try a new candy and it’s SO good 

[sickleysweetbananabread]

Skin and bones

Chapter 1 (?)

You wake with a shout. You had promised yourself you weren't gonna go back there. *You lie to yourself. You cant go back there, it would ruin everything! *Nothing will change. You're stuck here forever. You have come to realise that these dreams are much better than being back there. You aren't back there anymore, now is different. *Don't let your efforts become a waste. You've changed. *You can't keep doing this, Y/N. You've grown. You're mature now.

*Sure you are.

The voice had croaked out from beside you, making you flinch. How long had they been there?! They nearly scared you half to death!

Their brown hair falls over their eyes. It does a good job of hiding the soft gaze they give you as you stretch and rub your eye crust away. You do end up catching them staring eventually though, to which they look away, whistling.

They sit up alongside you and you watch as they push themself up and out of your poorly made pillowfort, chortling to themselves as if theyve told the funniest joke known to man-kind.

"Oh har har," you groan, combing your hands through your h/c hair. You can see their eyes filled with amusement along the entrance of the blanket. Either your depressing attempt at sarcasm or your deadpan expression seems to make the ghost crack into a fit of maniacal cackles. They start to choke as you whine that it's only funny to them. In fact, it's so hilarious that you launch yourself further into your fort and promptly pretend to pout sullenly. So funny indeed. You make a grab at your phone a couple of times and finally manage to grab it. Your eyes water as you turn the device on. What the hell are they doing up at-

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"FOUR-THIRTY IN THE MORNING, ARE YOU SHITTING ME???"Cue the dramatic witch cackles.

Chara reaches back in the fort to take a cracker from the snack pile you both share and you swat at their hand. They take a hold of you and force you up and into the kitchen to make some food for yourself before you go out to work. They were always looking out for you. You hum, contemplating on what to make, muttering to yourself as you open spotify and choose a random song from your playlist. You stand there for a second, unsure of what to say, you were always awkward in the silence. Chara found it annoying at first but they managed to adapt for you, bringing up ideas such as headphones or movies before bed to keep you focused on that instead of silence.

*Need help with anything yet?

Red eyes peer at you from over the counter, they glaze at the sight of the chocolate brownie box you pull out and begin to read.

"Yeah, actually! Since today is a Thursday we are making some desserts to eat with our movie marathon later. Chara, could you be a doll and help me with grabbing the sugar and flour? I cant find my stool today," you sigh. Chara nods so fast that it becomes a blur of red and brown, which makes you laugh joyously. Grabbing a whisk, milk and a few more ingredients along the way. You add them bit by bit and you get Chara to help with the right measurements to make sure the brownies are perfect for both you and Charas standards. You start to think of the many recipes you could make when you get back home from work and you bring out a notebook and pen from a drawer and start writing.

*Dude, you're making me drool here. Can we please just make the brownies before i eat everything in this damn kitchen?! You have work today, don't you?

Speaking of work, you muse. You do happen to have work in a few hours. You work dayshift in a cafe a few blocks away. It was a place where you were at peace. Most days it was packed with many different types of people and the regulars. The noise was a little bit startling when you walk in at first, yes, but then you don't have to worry about overthinking what that old lady had said to you three weeks ago on the bus as you walked past her. You take the dessert out the oven.

Chara drools as they catch a glimpse of that oh-so-delicious masterpiece. They end up immediately cringing as you crack as many places in your body possible and sigh in relief. You laugh mischievously and they sprint into the livingroom and back into the fort.

"Im away to get dressed, knock if you need anything, god can't save you if i catch you anywhere near those brownies, Chara Dreemur,"

*God is dead, i killed him in his sleep.

*Jesus too.

A/N:

This is my first time ever trying to write a chaptered fanfic so lemme know what you think of it! I am sorry if i made any grammar errors as i am dyslexic lol. Which skeleton do you wanna meet first? 👀👀

[nuclearnerves]

INCOMING VAMPIRE AU THOUGHTS

Don't mind me I'm finally getting the ideas I had on this shit out so I can actually go forward with developing it as an AU. It's my usual mixup of fps protags, Gordon Guy and John, but I'm starting with Gordon as the Vampire and Guy as the Vampire Hunter.

absolute beast of a wall of text under the cut

What If Being A Vampire Literally Sucks All The Time Forever like chronic pain sucks. like THAT level of sucks. Like Here's what I was thinking of. Being a vampire isn't just "being alive forever but you need to drink human blood" It's like Oh man I have some lore you look at vampires and their main thing is that they're blood suckers right so lets start with a corpse dead body. cadaver. no longer with us. just some rotting meat. The brain needs oxygen as fuel. The blood supplies the oxygen through blood. The blood is pumped through the heart. The blood is made by your bone marrow. You die. Your heart stops beating Blood stops pumping Brain no longer has oxygen to think marrow stops making blood thats standard! Now, becoming undead, as a vampire, is a little more complicated. The long and short of it is: your body is FIGHTING ACTIVELY to be alive against all odds and wins every time (immortality), but it hurts the whole way

I have the gist of it. It's like. Your heart stops. By all means, you should be dead. but the magic kicks in, and you're still thinking. Your brain is still sending signals to your muscles to move. But using what oxygen to move? whats burning in you? You don't know but you know it's just enough to get to your next meal. So you ferociously eat something, and then find you can't swallow. You can't make saliva. You barely have the energy to chew, and once you DO get something in your stomach, it immediately comes back up. Why can't you feel your pulse? What's going on? You're out of options so you figure you might as well just lie down and die. You're too tired to keep going anyway. So you do, you lie down, and you close your eyes, and you quietly hope that death is as peaceful as sleep. You realize you've actually been moving around without breathing, which makes sense because you can barely flex your diaphragm for more than a shaky wheeze. How are you thinking with such little oxygen? But as you fade from consciousness, you can feel something in you, and it's so upset, it's crying, it's filled with grief, and you instantly can tell it's your skeleton. It's your bones. You're distraught down to your marrow. You're dying. You're dying! Your heart stopped and you have no more blood! You need blood! You need blood to move! To breathe! To think! You try to breath deep again for the voices in your bones, trying to comfort them, to sooth them with the repetitive motion in your lungs, trying to fill yourself with anything but grief, but they keep wailing. We make the blood, our creation, our child, what we put all of our work into is gone! gone! gone! We need it back! Anything! All of it! Find it! Bring it back to us! We're hungry! WE'RE HUNGRY!

and once you find yourself too exhausted to listen, to think, how badly you wish just to die already to cease hearing this wailing, you find your body moving without you. And it's hungry and it's searching and it's crawling on all fours and it misses its beautiful red life that made it feel so full before and it needs it back, and the next thing you know you're desperately grabbing anything with blood in it and shoving it in your mouth in a desperate attempt to sooth this cry for life, you don't want to die, you don't want to die, you worked so hard to keep up this body and craft it and LIVE with it and you're not going to go, and even when you try, even when you try to lay down and die, your body refuses, it takes the reigns, and it keeps up the work itself with or without your help. And it's not until your stomach is full and your teeth are stained and you feel a pulsating burning in your bones that you snap back awake, completely conscious, just fine. You're lucid, you don't feel any more pain. Everything around you is dead and drained and messy and your heart still isn't beating. but you can breathe now and holy shit you guess you literally need to kill to survive and the less you eat and the more you starve yourself the worse it gets when your body finally decides to take recourse.

my idea was like. "the vampires curse is actually stored in the bones, thats why the teeth get so sharp and also theres a connection between blood and bones with the creation via bone marrow" its literally like i was sitting there thinking "no no no, whats it like to be a vampire. what neurosis would you develop. How would you panic? What are common mistakes beginner vampires make" which, by the way, gordon is a beginner vampire

so now you gotta factor, what blood lasts for how long? how long can you go between meals? not only that, but what creatures satisfy the urge? How long can you go avoiding human blood? Does it work like drugs where you develop a resistance to the high, or is it like food where it will keep you moving until you eat again? How the fuck are you gonna get your hands on blood? Can you just eat raw meat? Does that count? and thats where im at lol

OKAY now. now thoughts on beginning scenes of vampire au

So my idea was this Doomguy is a vampire hunter independent and one of his buds says that some freak scared and almost attacked his daughter when she got too close to his old abandoned laboratory up the hill and hes like “he might be… you know… a problem. if you needed a lead” and guys like yeah i fuckin hate the undead ill kill this dude so he busts into old lab space and sees so many dead animals its actually mostly Bones and pelt that hes seeing piles of feathers etc so hes like yeah this is all telltale signs of vampire uhhh hes introduced to gordon SOMEHOW im not totally sure of the details but the working idea i have is guy falls into a trap gordon devised that restrains him suspended in wire or something and gordon like. limps/stumbles into the room and this dude looks haggard he’s breathing heavy, his cheeks are hollow, he’s bug-eyed and shaking while looking at this massive wall of meat in his trap and he bares a bunch of hideous teeth and grits them and looks like hes really struggling with somethin... Like if these dudes don't know each other then Gordon might give in and try to drain Guy, and Guy would absolutely do anything in his power to turn this new vampire into ash, im thinking the inclusion if g-man as a coven leader can fix both issues.

i like the idea of guy falling into gordons trap and gordon thinking about what to do with him before gman shows up and whisks gordon away for a “meeting” while complimenting him on his good work catching the most feared vampire hunter in the country and gman just leaving guy suspended in wires that he has to fight his way out of. Instant situation defuser.

Guy ends up needing to take care of other monsters before going back to Gordon, and he DOES plan to go back to gordon, because no vampire is a good one, especially not one associated with the fucking head of a coven, but next time he sees Gordon, Gordon helps him out of a scrape by attacking and draining a combine who was going to take Guy out or something and escaping before Guy can catch him, or otherwise seeing Gordon do something good with his insane undead powers and like, the third time he meets up with him is when they can actually talk, and Gordons fuckin SO haggard, he’s not even fighting back and he’s even going as far as to say “just make sure theres nothing of me left when you’re done, I don’t want anyone else getting hurt”

Side Note: Guy has a bunch of scarring on his body from dealing with vampires, cops, ghosts, werewolves, anything violent that kills people. I'm playing with the inkling of an idea that he has Divine Blood in him, so that any time something undead bites him or tries to drink his blood, it burns. We'll see.

Side Note 2: now i really like the idea of the combine actually being an organized faction of vampire hunters that are WICKED crooked and exploit people for all their worth in exchange for their “safety” when they kill a vampire They’re essentially loansharks and Guy fucking hates them and hates the name theyve given to vampire hunting

Side Note 3: You've probably noticed that I haven't said anything about John yet! He's in this too. His species is a surprise but I need to get to him later I have an idea for where he came from (Cortana too)

I still need a good reason for Guy to not instantly kill this vampire, if not it's just gonna be "Gordon Freeman escapes the countrys best vampire hunter like a seventh time" every time they meet and they end up being rivals. And it gives Guy enough time to look past the whole "undead monster" thing and start looking at the "Oh this dude figured out how to fight his ridiculous craving for blood in a way more humane than most and is actually staying out of peoples way and keeping to himself. Guess he's not that big of a threat but I still need to keep an eye on him in case he loses it. Turns out he's got a family (Probably Alyx, Eli, Issac and Barney) who's been lookin for him and cares about him as well, don't wanna hurt them". I like the idea of them ending up needing to team up to take out undead together.

And that's what I got so far!!!

[prose-for-hire]

Hopelessly devoted

Pairing: Faith x vamp!reader

Request: I was wondering if I could request something for a sort of ,,reformed'' vampire(theyve had their soul for a while) falling for either Oz or Faith and trying real hard to get on their good side? similar to that of spike I think only they arent as much of a creep abt it aojsbdis thanks

Requested by: Anon

Warning: Mention of killing in reader’s past.

A/N: There... might need to be a second part 💖

Hope was a concept you had always detested. It wasn’t tangible and it made people cling to things that often should have been long forgotten. Hope was something you had tried to remove from everyone’s hearts. Something that you detested more than the lives you had taken.

You had been around for some decades now. A lot of it was very similar. Human nature, for instance. They mistrusted you and for good reason. They could sense it although they did not know what the feeling was. The hair on the back of their neck would stand on end. Their heartbeats would quicken.

In the old days, this would excite you. Make you laugh even. The fear had been intoxicating. Like a fine seasoning. But now, it didn’t interest you. It just made you feel embarrassed.

You fought for your soul. Almost half a century ago now. You had come to terms with it, for the most part. Although, it wasn’t something you could get over in a night.

One thing, that had made your life brighter since was a sudden growing affection that had creeped up on you. For a Slayer.

It had given you a feeling inside. A small ember of something you hadn’t experienced long enough to name in the recent past. Something you hadn’t believed would be possible for someone like you. After all the ways you had tried to snuff the light from everyone else.

It was Faith. You were hopelessly devoted to her. In every sense. You would lay down your un-life for her. Commit every waking moment of yours to her. It was an unending, eternal affection that consumed every inch of you.

You hadn’t known what to do with it to begin with. How to express it. It soon became clear you would need to find a confidant as you couldn’t even begin to express these feelings to her. However, when you had bumped into Spike who you had known from the old days, he wasn’t much help.

For one, he was crying over Drusilla and completely drunk. Wasted out of his mind. The only advice that hadn’t been a slurred mess was when he advised you to watch her every movement until she wore down and gave you the time of day. Which, you had told him firmly that you wouldn’t be doing.

However, tonight, it did appear that this was what you were doing. She was walking through the graveyard alone and her scent had caught your attention as you walked through the streets looking for something to fill your time. Her natural scent was like a sweet perfume. It called to you. Sung heady notes of affection.

You had followed her to the graveyard. You weren’t skulking from the shadows. You weren’t prowling behind gravestones. You were just casually walking up to her. About to announce your presence.

What you didn’t realise was that she had been listening to music. Buffy had always warned her not to take her earphones to patrol but she trusted her instincts. And plus, she was so very bored without it. She often patrolled alone whereas Buffy got all her friends around her.

So, you were about to tap her on her shoulder and say hello when she swung around, taking you by the throat and slamming you against the closest mausoleum. You had squeaked in surprise and then subsequently coughed to try and cover it up as she did.

From nowhere she whipped a stake out and held it to your chest. Your eyes widened and your mouth opened slightly but no more sound came out. You just stood there, almost in awe of her as her hand clasped tight around your throat.

A thought came to mind, that you would at least be happy that she would be the last thing you saw before being damned to an eternal hell dimension.

“You wanna move that heart away from my stake?” She asked, when she finally registered that it was you.

“Sorry, I-I was just-” You stuttered as she moved away from the hold she had on you. You felt yourself move with her, trying to feel her touch for as long as possible.

“Following me? Actin’ on this massive jones you got for me?” She teased. She was joking but it wasn’t a joke to you. You looked away as she stepped back allowing you space. Your eyes had bulged in horror as you looked down, averting your gaze.

“I’m sorry, I was just trying to help”

“Yeah, well, don’t need my own stalker” She warned and you looked so beyond embarrassed it almost hurt her. She wanted to take her words back but she knew you would notice if she did.

“No! N-no not stalking, just making sure that you were, um, okay. I sensed you and-”

“I’m kiddin’, man, don’t freak” She punched your arm in a friendly way and both of you looked at each other slightly awkwardly. You frowned for a moment before you began to smile. She enjoyed the way it made your features brighten and it instantly made her feel better for having spoken the way she had.

“Sorry, I’m not really used to modern humour, I kind of shut myself away after I got my soul… I’m getting used to it though, it was… funny!” You blurted all of this out really quickly before adding the part at the end, trying to make her feel better. Her brow was furrowing again.

She found this admittance endearing almost. She watched your lips as you spoke. She wanted to kiss you. Usually she would make a move. She could give a person a look and end up taking them home. But this meant so much more. With you. She found herself getting a little nervous around you, wanting to make a move but feeling as if she would be rejected. Laughed at, although you had never been like that.

She couldn’t express her feelings. Instead she made jokes about you liking her, trying to gauge your reaction. Which, of course was neutral. Your mental health was still fragile ever since your soul had returned and you couldn’t risk the emotional reaction you may get if she tore your heart from your chest and crushed it with her bare hands.

“I can go though, if it would make you more comfortable-” You insisted, all you wanted was for her to feel comfortable around you.

“No!” She shouted, cringing at the note of desperation she heard in her own voice, “Uh, no, it’s nice to see you y’know? B’s always there when we’re talkin’ now”

You nodded, having noticed this too. When you and Faith would talk when you were able to meet the others in the library, Buffy and the others would always have something for one of you to do on the opposite side of the room. Or just plant themselves into your conversation.

It embarrassed you, that these people could tell that you liked her so much. That they were trying to save Faith from you. Your cursed love for her. Your heart was hers but you understood that just because it was reserved that way, it didn’t mean she would want to choose it from the pile.

This, actually, wasn’t entirely true. That Buffy was ‘saving’ Faith from you. And in some sense, Buffy was trying to save you from Faith too. She knew exactly what it was like to fall and be in a relationship with a vampire. The slayer and vampire love was one she wouldn’t wish on her own enemy. Not even Faith.

You were both good people, Buffy was sure of it, and so she was trying to prevent the inevitable heartbreak that she could sense building between you.

The blonde slayer had been surprisingly accepting of you on the whole, even in your more demonic years you had been more about survival than torture. Plus, you hadn’t been cursed your soul had been sought out - so you weren’t seen as that much of a threat.

This kept happening after a while. The two of you crossing paths on patrol. Until you began to plan where to meet in the evenings rather than hoping to bump into the other. You would meet and patrol together. Both of you enjoying these moments, Faith needed the company. She had felt very lonely until you had begun to power through your worries and try to befriend her the way you had always wanted to.

She enjoyed that it was you though. Your company she was keeping. She would run your interactions through her mind as she sat in her motel room. Just as you would from your crypt.

When you first got to know each other, you had begun talking and found commonalities. Reasons to become fond of the other. You noticed how she didn’t flinch away from you when she first learned about your past the way many others had.

You had been getting on so well that one evening as you were paying for your blood at the butchers, it dawned on you. You hadn’t been doing anything particularly meaningful. Just staring at the jars of blood, salivating guiltily. Until you thought it.

I love Faith.

Such a simple thought, but with such a rush of feelings behind them. It began to descend on you at once after this. A waterfall that you were sure would never stop flowing. You adored her. The way she moved, the way she acted. The softer side you had caught from her on occasion. When you had made her feel comfortable enough to let it slip even for a second.

It was another evening, after you had agreed to meet near the gargoyle that looked a little bit like the Mayor. You walked beside the other, where you would both wish for a demon to occupy your time if you were alone, you began to hope that nobody would interrupt your time together.

You would laugh and swap stories. It was everything. You stole glances at the other when you thought they weren’t looking. Your hands became so close when you were walking that you wanted to reach between the space and entwine your fingers with hers.

Faith had some trouble with getting the hang of this fighting technique that Wesley and Giles had insisted every Slayer should know. Buffy could do it with her eyes closed, of course and Faith was feeling like the understudy again. She wanted to hone her skills like Buffy did but without the ancient old guy staring at her while she did.

As you walked through the exit of the cemetery, you steeled yourself and decided to be brave.

“I could help, if you like…” You offered with a smile. You were experienced at fighting after all.

“Yeah?”

“Sure, as long as it’s not on a sunny afternoon” You joked which made her laugh.

“Hey, you’re gettin’ it” She nodded in approval of your improved humour since you and her had been spending more time together. You grinned gleefully at the compliment and she walked ahead of you, hiding her own smile at the way your face brightened at her words. She loved seeing you smile. Even more so when she was the reason you were smiling.

She stepped into the road and turned to you, wanting to get another look. So she could picture it later, when she was cold and only had the broken tv for company. You were looking at each other and just smiling.

Your smile suddenly dropped. You panicked, sensing the danger before she did. In the past, it would have been a good feeling, the lick of terror. It snapped through the air like a whip. Struck your senses in a way that would elicit a human’s hair standing on end. Goosebumps rising.

Accidental death meant tragedy. Blood. It meant adrenaline. Easy prey. You had enjoyed the taste. You hated that you had enjoyed the taste.

But the feeling was still identifiable. The warning signals still there but it now only meant dread.

Especially when it came to her. You ran at Faith, just hoping you would get to her in time.

“Faith! Watch out!” You screamed.

You tackled her, moving her out of the way of the oncoming traffic. Her slayer senses hadn’t been quick enough for the van that was heading her way. She had been so distracted by the way your features were lit up by the moonlight.

All of the time you had been spending with each other, hidden away from the others. Not telling them that you were together so often. She held onto this, needing this. Needing you. You were sweet, which she hadn’t ever thought she could call a vampire. Even less she wouldn’t think she would have fallen for such a seemingly sweet person.

You couldn’t lose each other, not now you were just finding each other.

You landed, tumbling together onto the other side of the road. Just in time. You landed above her, almost pressed flat against her. You couldn’t help just staring. Holding yourself up slightly so you could see her face.

She was trying to catch up with what had happened, her breathing heavy. That had gone so fast, she could have been really hurt. But you had saved her. Protected her.

She had always prided herself on the way she was so independent. On how she could look out for herself. But the truth was, she wanted you to be there. She wanted to be allowed to fall into your arms, just as she would hold you in hers.

You looked at each other and time stopped. Your eyes flickered from hers to her lips, if she blinked she could have missed it. Her eyes were scanning your face. She loved the way you looked at her as if the entire world revolved around her. You were so close you could feel her breath on your face. All you wanted to do was lean in and kiss her. Catch your lips with hers. She shifted slightly and you thought she might move in, but when she didn’t the feeling of desperate yearning turned into concern.

Concern that she may reject you. That you would no longer get these stolen moments. These patrols where all that made your soul feel relaxed. Comfortable. As if your soul could only feel safe when hers was near. She meant too much. You pulled away, moving your gaze from her.

You got to your feet and heard her exhale. You couldn’t tell if it was from relief or because of the same tension you felt. You weren’t sure you would ever know. You had tried so hard to get onto her good side. To show her you wanted to be friendly. But, this was so much more. It meant too much.

You offered your hand, helping her up and she took it. As she got to her feet, your hands clutching hers. The touch lingered. Until she pulled away. You didn’t realise but she had been about to lean in. Press her lips to yours, the way she had been imagining so often recently. But you had moved away too quickly.

You both looked at each other for a moment in silence before Faith nodded her thanks. You didn’t speak, as if it would be too much after what had happened. Both of you had known that meant something. That this was new. You dared to hope that the other felt the same, but both were too nervous to say. Because rejection, the thought of losing the other. The company. The understanding. Was too great.

You wanted to be hers. Wanted to tell her what she meant to you. You wanted happiness… love. But not at the expense of her feelings should she not reciprocate. So you parted ways, as you always did just before sunrise. You went your way, she went hers.

Your souls, they lingered together like your touch had, not wanting to leave their fate. Maybe one day, they might be allowed to stay together. Once you both worked on prising open your hearts. Allowing the other in.

All you had left now was hope.

[beyondtheticklecloset]

okay okay Ive looked through the prompts and I feel like 1 and 12 would work well with mihashi and abe ???

like abe already touches mihashi's head (although theyre mostly violent tho rip), but yeah imagine mihashi expecting rough treatment but instead getting gentle pats??? aaaaa?????????????

and 12, they win a tournament and mihashi is just so happy he lets his walls down and he just looks at abe and abe looks at him and theyre both so happy?????? in their excitement they double high five so hard theyre recoiling from the shock right after. but it doesnt matter bc theyve won and relief/pure joy just drowns out the stinging pain, and theyre laughing and- yes

A Perfect Game (Big Windup Fluff Drabble)

1. pats on the head

12. an incredibly loud and painful high-five

~~~

“Strike three! Game!”

Mihashi stared at the umpire, then flicked his gaze to Abe, who was standing up and ripping his mask off, charging the mound with such force he’d have thought he was about to be attacked if not for the catcher waving his arms in the air with a huge grin on his face.

“You did it, Mihashi! A perfect game!” Abe cried.

Mihashi was so overwhelmed by the reality of what he’d just done coupled with Abe’s incredible enthusiasm that by the time his catcher had reached him on the mound, he shot his arms into the air to meet his and slapped their palms together in what was supposed to be a normal high-five…but ended up being way harder than necessary. Both he and Abe yelped in pain, doubling over slightly before staring at each other.

“Mihashi!” Abe shouted. The pitcher flinched, expecting to receive a rough “what was that for?!” rebuke, but instead he was surprised when his friend ruffled his hair playfully, laughing. “Now that’s what I call a high five! You did it, man!”

“I…I did do it,” Mihashi murmured, looking up at him, unable to help but mirror Abe’s gigantic smile. “A…a p-perfect game!”

“A perfect game!” Abe threw his arms around him and pulled him in for a tight hug just as the rest of his teammates reached the mound, shouting their congratulations and piling on top of their battery in a giant team huddle that ended with most of them on the ground, laughing and shouting for joy.

Mihashi didn’t hear any of it. The cheers of the crowd, the praises of his teammates. All he knew was that Abe was so proud of him he was hugging him and ruffling his hair and laughing like he’d never seen before. The pitcher couldn’t help but smile, too. If this was enough to make his catcher so happy, he swore he’d do everything he could to pitch a perfect game again and again and again.

[ladycatland]

Honestly the great thing is there really isnt a good side right now.

We have like... 3 factions in this conflict with different players aligning themselfs more or less.

Dreams side has who knows what intentions. Never was the good side. Not to say they are eeeevil but they are definitelly meant to be the bad side. Dream trying to enforce absolute order and unity through means of manipulation and all that jazz.

Lmanberg is. Well. Corrupt. Not corrupt in the schlatt way but also yeah kinda in the schlatt way because they are being selfish. Sure you can excuse exiling tommy and thus betraying all of the principles lmanberg was founded on because they want peace so desperately. But then they turn around on that and hunt down technoblade having a nontrial and planning to just execute the man. Now they are planning on imitating schlatts whole public festival execution which is fucked on so many levels. Because they will once again subject innocent civilians to witnessing the death of someone in a setting that was supposed to be safe. Like. You dont use your citizens as a cover for political murder thats fucked up. Sure any of those things are excusable but they are piling up to a point where, while still excusable, you gotta admit. Theyve become corrupt.

And the sbi faction is. Well they were never really good to begin with. Neutral. Anarchy. I mean tbf technoblade is the main part of the faction. Yes hes been sticking to his principles. And that is great because thats what we want on this server thats what lmanberg is currently doing wrong. But neutral is neutral and not good. Not evil but also not good just neutral.

The closest we still have to an actually good side is... Tommy. And im not saying that because hes "the protagonist" and yeah hes in the sbi factiin but hear me out.

Tommy has been sticking to his morals and principles. Always. Since even the lmanberg revolution even. He doesnt compromise his morals for a higher goal which is (once again) the rabbit hole lmanberg has been heading down. Hes also not letting his personal vendettas drag other people down (lmanberg) because he keeps his bussiness his bussiness. By that i mean that hes not targetting lmanberg or dream smp to get his disks back. (Like technoblade is targeting lmanberg because the 4 people at the top tried to hurt and kill him) hes targeting whoever has the disks and hes planning on trying to talk to them. Any time technoblade even tried to get him to compromise with him Tommy just immediatelly blocked the offer. Techno helps tommy get the disks, tommy helps him destroy lmanberg? Nope. Techno helps tommy get the disks, tommy just has to maybe be mean to the people he once called friends, who exiled him only to then either never visit or if they (only quackity tbh) did theyd only mock him and his terrible experiences? Nah tommy isnt gonna hurt them. Techno helps tommy get his disks, other minor details to be discussed later? Yeah... Maybe.

Its extremely frustrating to watch because TOMMY THE BLADE IS WILLING TO FIGHT WITH YOU AND ALL YOU HAVE TO DO IS LET HIM KICK YOUR OLD FRIENDS ASSES AND YOU SAY NO??? But itsalso great because yes. Say no.

And the irony of the situation is that tommys not even fighting for the greater good here. Hes the only one not fighting for it in fact. Dream wants lmanberg gone for selfish reasons yes but the main one is so there is peace. No conflict between nations if theres only one. All that jazz.

Lmanberg acts increasingly... Fucked up. Because they think itll keep the country safe and also justice for past actions.

And techno is doing it because anarchy and also justice. They hurt him and his horse and treated him unfairly? They get treated the same way back.

Tommy just. He just wants his fucking disks man. They mean a lot to him and he wants them back so he will get them back.

That doesnt mean tommy is like. The good person from which we judge the others actions. But he is pretty much the only person i can think of that has no bad intentions and no corrupted morals rn

And this kinda became a tommyinnit rant again wHY DO ALL MY RANTS BECOME ABOUT TOMMYINNIT

[pestopascal]

While I will absolutely agree that CB2077 isn’t the ONLY game doing all this bullshit, or that other AAA studios don’t deserve the flack CDPR is getting, I have to say that this is absolutely the perfect storm and I think people are FINALLY seeing the problems in modern AAA gaming. CB2077 might be fun to play, may have a good story, but it’s almost impossible to see because of the glaring issues. Which, honestly, is a good thing. I hope games change after this.

under here

AAA studios have been like this and this sort of release has been completely normalised on all accounts by both the businesses themselves and fans because of the inherent reliance on modders (bethesda at the forefront of this), as well as the pushback every time companies actually go ‘uh we need a lil more time’ (although... they just shouldnt announce potential release dates, im even of the camp they shouldnt even start releasing the game until like 6 months out from their official date because they fuck it up every time. borderlands 3 being the only game i know of being in “secret” development and then announcing itself in march for a september release. game itself aside, thats how companies should do it). easily i can remember a lot of 2011 release games which have had the exact same issues as cp77′s release, and then every other game in between since. very rarely do you actually have a game that isn’t a fucked up mess of a pile of pixels. and it is always the customisable character ones that are honestly, genuinely, ugly looking at release. but you can definitely say its been happening looooooong before 2011, with unrealistic expectations, word limits, 11 month time frames, offloading sequels to smaller companies so they can suffer if it fails, etc etc. the entire system has been like this for so long... they dont know any real different nowadays.

i mean look. tlou2 released under crunch conditions this year, and was rewarded. it was ALL over the social media feeds, it was quite the controversy because, surprise surprise, the company promised they wouldnt do it uwu and then. bam ! crunch conditions. literally around that time too, bioware employees came out with a statement saying ‘man we wish dai FAILED so that back in 2014 we couldve proven crunch was a wrong practice’. they say this as well after having to produce da2 in 14 months, which just suffered from fans and journalism for reusing environments, because it was produced in 14 months, and honestly? no one pointed that out back then, bioware themselves pointed it out again this year, 6 years after release, that that game was produced in 14 months. rdr2′s release was hounded by stories of crunch, and they all disappeared into the night because... it was heralded as the best game of all time. that was 2018, 2 years ago.

i think too is that some people get kind of ... morally and ethically concerned. which is understandable. can you consume something when you know it was made under conditions like crunch? and i think one of the most confronting things about it is that 9/10, not only has your favourite company engaged in crunch conditions, they almost actively choose to continue with them. and then that’s a whole other bag of issues blown up over there when it comes to what is able to be consumed what isn’t etc etc

i think also like a mix of marketing, promises and then the expectations of what the game will be like have really had cdpr earn the ire of fans which is just like... you don’t believe what these companies are saying. you never should, esp when it’s their ceo’s saying it who don’t work on the actual floor. bioware itself is the main culprit of doing this to the point they finally came around with all the da4 concept art and teasing to be like ‘ummm but actually dont get invested?’. remember all that qunari lady fanart that bioware management was like ... please dont get attached? yeah. yeah. like at what point as well is there going to be heavy level of apprehension to approach this? and i can’t really talk either, i cracked open the door for mass effect again. i know exactly what kind of shit bioware will pull, i know they are teasing it already on social media, but mass effect is my ride or die series. that’s why people keep opening the door on letting these companies get away with it. and you can’t fault fans entirely either because this is down to a science of how to get money. i mean, fuck, mass effect andromeda’s entire advertising campaign HINGED on the n7 logo. for the nostalgia value. and i see text posts in the same vein of both ‘guys, disney isnt gonna fuck you if you consume every remake for nostalgia value’ and ‘its understandable why people do it’.

so then you have to go ‘well are fans as just to blame’ and then that’s a whole other argument.

i think also like. i personally havent run into aaaannnyyyyyyy of the issues that you see posted online. which is ironic bc 1) i play on ps4 and 2) its an old dusty ps4. in fact a lot of ppl i have spoken to who have had issues have played on pc. does this mean the glitches dont exist? ofc not, the vids and screenshots are right there. but like... ive had a basically unhindered experience so far, and i get where ppl are coming from (i do, i promise) where theyve basically found the game unplayable. is there also a standard of what ppl consider unplayable because ive played most AAA games at launch when they basically rushed to slap the box label on the game and called it a day until they work on patches. when ppl consider unplayable is also just... different per person. some people have a slight blur on the screen when turning too fast even in an MMO and decide the game is horrible and unplayable. some people can have broken quests and npcs not loading and falling through maps and still be fine. there’s no agreed statement of what makes a game unplayable either, which is why you read threads on twitter and someone goes ‘yeah this npc t-posed so i quit in the first hour’ with a dozen replies. everyone has different levels of it.

it’s a mixed bag of issues. im not excusing cdpr, but the ppl who worked on the game are honestly likely not the ones who pushed for a release. you’ve gotta look at sony and microsoft and ceo’s with bonuses coming up and the investors and shareholders and people who sit behind computers and read numbers detailing interest and demand and supply and how every single time they had to delay this game, the loudest (but smallest) bunch of assholes on like reddit and in the twitter threads complained that it was delayed AGAIN even though back in what 2015? they said it’ll come out when it’s ready. and yeah there are times when game delays result in a mismatched half assed sort of story (kh3... p5... ffxv... dai...) and then there are times when, if they need to delay the game... they probably need to delay the game. sometimes delays are bad sometimes theyre good sometimes you are sitting there like whew if you only didn’t try to be like THIS TIME this is the release date.

the ONLY WAY this will stop happening is, quite frankly, unionising. and everyone is allergic to that whole concept so like... this is “the perfect storm” as you put it. but it’s also not. people have been so disappointed over the last 2 years alone for gaming companies, the final product, the attitudes from higher ups, that i think cdpr is receiving a good few years worth of anger. i think theyre also on the receiving end of misdirection from american fans who still don’t fucking get the company isn’t american, because that’s another bag of issues as well. like we’re holding at least 8 bags of groceries out of the back of the car now, and we don’t want to take another trip, because there are so many little bits of this entire situation to look at. there’s so much back and forth.

i think the worst, but most realistic thing is: games won’t change. how they will social media wise will. maybe. assuming bioware gets their heads out their asses but... they’re going to be a lot more careful. i mean, hell, sony offered refunds. that was just a publicity stint. they dont give a fuck if the game was bad. as i said before, if they did, they would make all companies fix trophy problems, starting from like 2010 or whenever the trophy system first came out. they just don’t wanna fall in alongside cdpr being thrown on its sword. but the companies are gonna learn from this, get smarter, still do the same shit to their employees, still pay off journalists, still do media blackouts, etc etc. and we’re gonna be here in another year’s time, with another game, having these same roundabout arguments, and cp77′s issues are gonna fade into just a wikipedia article.

[abrakophile]

I was looking through a bunch of junk and found some letters from my dad when he was in the army. I’m afraid I'll accidently toss them, so maybe I’ll put them here?

OPs Name JUNE 02 03

I LOVE YOU

THIS IS MY NAME IN KURDISH

*my dad wrote his first and last name, and under it, in Kurdish*

ILL TRY AND FIND OUT HOW TO WRITE YOUR NAME AND MOMS TOO.

ITS STILL HOT. I WORK AND READ BOOKS TO PASS THE TIME AWAY.

HOW ARE YOU DOING? GOOD I HOPE. WHAT DO YOU DO FOR FUN? DO YOU EVER HANG OUT WITH YOUR FRIENDS? TELL THEM I SAID “WASSUP?” NAH, DONT TELL THEM. TELL ME WHAT YOUR THINKING. I’M TRYING TO SEND YOU SOME MORE OF MY DRAWINGS. WHAT DO YOU WANT ME TO DRAW YOU? DID YOU LIKE THE DRAWING I SENT YOU OF YOU NAME? ITS ALRIGHT IF YOU DIDNY. JUST TELL ME WHAT YOU DO WANT ME TO DRAW YOU.

(Flip Page)

THIS IS WEIRD! (The page does not have lines on the left side of it) i WONDER WHAT HAPPENED TO THIS PIECE OF PAPER. HaHa

I MISS YOU ALOT. PLEASE SOND ME SOME MORE OF YOUR DRAWINGS, YOU CAN DRAW ME ANYTHING YOU WANT TO.

ARE YOU BEING GOOD FOR YOUR MOM? ITS NICE IF YOU HELP HER OUT WHILE I’M AWAY.

HAVE YOU BEEN ANYPLACE NEW? HOW IS SCHOOL GOING FOR YOU? IS MOMMY GOING TO SCHOOL? I KNOW I WANT TO GO TO SCHOOL WHEN I GET BACK. HOPEFULLY I GET THE CHANCE TO LEARN EVERYTHING THAT THERE IS TO KNOW. THAT WOULD BE GREAT.

ALSO, ID LIKE TO DO SOME FISHING? HOW ABOUT YOU? I GUESS ILL END HERE. BE GOOD AND STAY IN SCHOOL. AND JUST SAY NO TO DRUGS.

THEYRE BAD.

I LIVE YOU OP

*hearts and x’s* DADDY

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(I don’t know if all these pages are in order or if it’s missing any, but this was the letter in the same stack as the last but this one was for my mom. In some places his indents indicate passage of time.)

I HAVENT HAD ANY TIME TO WRITE SINCE WEVE BEEN ON THE ROAD, NOT TO MENTION THAT WE CAN’T SEND MAIL WHEN WE’RE MOVING ALL THE TIME.

WEVE BEEN ON THE ROAD FOR ABOUT FIVE OR SIX DAYS, I HAVENT REALLY BEEN COUNTING. I KNOW I TOLD YOU THAT WE’D BE IN KUWAIT FOR A WHILE, BUT THAT WAS SO YOU WOULDNT BE WORRIED. I’M GOING TO KEEP THIS LETTER THOUGH, TILL I GET HOME.

ABOUT TWO NIGHTS AGO, WE DROVE THROUGH BAGDHAD, SOMEBODY SAID THAT THERE WERE PILED BODIES, I DONT KNOW IF IT WAS TRUE.

AND I GUESS YESTERDAY, A COUPLE OF PEOPLE SAID THEY SAW A MISSILE OR SOEMTHING SHOT AT US. I WAS TRYING TO FIX A TRUCK SO I DIDNT SEE IT.

ITS NOT AS DUSTY HERE IN IRAQ. IT REMINDS ME OF THE CONVOYS IN KOREA.

MOST OF THE PEOPLE WILL WAVE “HI”. SOME OTHERS DONT.

I SAW A KID OPEN HIS HAND ONCE WHILE MOVING, AND IT SAID “BUSH” THAT WAS KIND OF COOL.

OH YEAH. HERES A STORY. WHILE OUT DOING A MISSION, ONE OF OUR “BRADLEY” TANKS FIRED ON AN ENEMY AMMO TRUCK AND CLIPPED A KID. THE ROUNDS BLEW ONE OF HIS LEGS OFF AND SOME OF THE OTHER, FROM THE KNEE DOWN. SO THE MEDICS PICKED HIM UP AND BROUGHT HIM TO OUR RECONCOLIDATING POINT FOR MEDICAL TREATMENT. I GUESS HE EVENTUALLY DIED FROM LOSS OF BLOOD THE NEXT NIGHT AND YESTERDAY THEY TOOK HIM OUT AND BURIED HIM.

ALSO WE PICKED UP ABOUT 25-30 P.O.W.s AND SENT THEM SOUTH.

IT GETS PRETTY COLD AT NIGHT. AND THE DAY’S ARE VERY HOT.

SINCE WE LEFT KUWAIT ITS BEEN ME AND MENDOZA IN THE FIVE TON WRECKER AND I HAVE TO ADMIT THAT ITS BEEN EXCITING. WE KEPT GETTING SEPERATED FROM THE CONVOY AND BREAKING DOWN. BUT I THINK THAT WERE BETTER NOW. HOPEFULLY.

IM STILL WAITING TO BE AMBUSHED TO MAKE ALL THIS SEEM REAL TO ME. A PART OF ME WANTS IT AND ANOTHER DOESNT.

AND IT SEEMS LIKE ONLY OUR UNIT HAS TO STAY IN UNIFORM, EVERYONE ELSE WEARS T-SHIRTS AND BANDENA’S AND RAGS ON THEIR HEAD

WERE STILL GOING NORTH. NOBODY KNOWS HOW LONG WE’LL STAY. ITS NOT THAT BAD HERE. MEANING, IT COULD BE WORSE. 

I USED A “SHIT-CHAIR”. ITS JUST A METAL CHAIR WITH A HOLE CUT IN THE MIDDLE AND THE SEAT FROM A TOILET BOLTED TO IT, GROSS.

HELICOPTERS CAN BE HEARD ALL DAY AND NIGHT. I GOT TO SEE THEM DROP BOMBS ALL DAY ABOUT 3 DAYS AGO, FROM A DISTANCE OF COURSE.

ILL BE DRIVING AGAIN, IN A MINUTE. PROBABLY RE-FUEL AND BACK ON THE ROAD AGAIN. IM ENJOYING IT.

I HAVE 8 MAGAZINES FULL OF ROUNDS. NO GRENADES, BUT I LIKE IT LIKE THAT.

SOMETIMES IT SMELLS LIKE SHIT.

I GUESS ILL END IT HERE FOR NOW

I LOVE YOU AND MISS YOU TWO TWICE IF NOT THRICE AS MUCH AS YOU MIGHT MISS ME TOO.

HELLO AGAIN. WERE SOMEWHERE NEAR TIKRI + MOSUL. YESTERDAY, ME + MENDOZA WENT LOOKING FOR MOMENTO’S. WE BROKE A LOCK TO A NEAR BY BUNKER AND FOUND 6 A.K.47s! BUT ON OUR WAY BACK TO TURN THEM IN, MAJOR TATU GOT THEM FROM US. I WAS SO PISSED. BUT I GOT A GAS MASK w/ FILTER, A FULL MAGAZINE CLIP FROM ONE OF THE A.K.s AND A BERET WITH IRAQ 1 RANK ON IT.

I MADE A STENCIL FOR THE TRUCK WERE RIDING IN. ITS CALLED THE “GAMBLER.” YESTERDAY MENDOZA DROVE, SO TODAY ILL BE DRIVING.

IM NOT POSITIVE, BUT, I THINK WERE GOING TO TURKEY. NIETO SAYS THAT HE OVERHEARD SOMEBODY FROM S1 (or SI, I’m not sure) SAYING WE MIGHT GET PAID EXTRA FOR GOING THROUGH BAGHDAD.

I THINK NIETO’S MAD AT ME. CANT EXPLAIN WHY. MAYBE ITS BECAUSE IM RIDING WITH MENDOZA AND HE DOESNT LIKE MENDOZA TOO MUCH. OH WELL, WHATEVER REASON, HOPE THINGS GET NORMAL AGAIN. HAVE TO GO,

*hearts and xs*

TODAY IS THE 25th OF APRIL, I RECEIVED FIVE OR SIX (OR SEVEN) LETTERS YESTERDAY. THE LATEST WAS DATED 07 OF APRIL. THAT TELLS ME THAT ITS GOING TO TAKE A WHILE TO COMMUNICATE.

WE HAVENT RECEIVED MAIL BECAUSE WEVE BEEN MOVING NEVER STAYING IN ONE PLACE MORE THAN A DAY, OR TWO, UNTIL NOW. WE’VE BEEN IN THIS SPOT GOING ON FOUR DAYS TOMORROW?!

GIVE ME A MINUTE...

FOR THE LAST COUPLE OF DAYS IVE BEEN HELPING MENDOZA PULL THE ENGINE OUT OF A 5 TON TRUCK AND SWITCH IT w/ ANOTHER ONE. IT WOULD HAVE BEEN EASY BUT THE FLY WHEEL SEIZED UP INSIDE THE BELL HOUSING. ITS FINISHED NOW AND THE RUMOR IS WE’RE LEAVING  (OR MOVING) AGAIN TOMORROW.

ITS 10:33 THURSDAY MORNING. YOUR TIME IS 12:32 JUST TURNING THURSDAY.

I ALMOST CRYED WHEN I SAW ELIS PICTURE. I REALLY MISS BOTH OF YOU. LET ME BACK TO BEFORE I GOT DISTRACTED. I HAVENT BEEN ABLE TO SEND MAIL BECAUSE WE’VE BEEN MOVING. BUT I GUESS THAT WHATEVER THREAT THERE WAS (IF ANY), ISNT SO THREATFUL ANYMORE, WE CAN START RECEIVING AND SENDING MAIL. NO PHONE TO CALL FROM, AND NO INTERNET TO E-MAIL FROM.

THE WHOLE UNIT IS SCATTERED, SO EVEN IF I GET WHAT YOU NEED IT’LL TAKE FOREVER TO GET IT TO YOU. LET ME PULL THOSE LETTERS BACK OUT. OH WAIT. I DID LAUNDRY AND SOME UNDERWEAR THATS DRY, FELT HARD, OH WELL, WAIT A SECOND, K

I HAD TO FOLD SOME T-SHIRTS. ALL MY SOCKS ARE STILL DAMP. 

YOU CAN USE MY CONTRACT TO SHOW THAT I ENLISTED IN TEXAS AND HOWS THIS

*On a separate sheet my dad wrote a detailed note for my mom to give to someone to confirm that he did want to buy a house. He writes “I AM ALIVE AND WELL.” and “PLEASE ACCEPT THIS PAPER”, then he signed it with his scribble signature, and underneath it wrote his name in print and added “1st SQUADRON 10th CAVALRY HEADQUARTERS TROOP (I have no clue what this means)*

HOW’S THAT? HOPE I SPELLED EVERYTHING CORRECTLY. IM ALMOST READY WITH A DESIGN TO COVER THE OTHER TATTOOS ON MY LEFT FOREARM.

I JUST FINISHED LOOKING OVER ALL THOSE LETTERS YOU SENT FOR ME

IM BACK! I GOT SLEEPY SO I TRYED TO LAY DOWN FOR A LITTLE BIT. NO SLEEP. I DONT THINK. I DIDNT HAVE ENOUGH WATER TO WASH MY DCV’S AND A PAIR OF BDV’S. BESIDES FOR DRINKING WATER, BUT WE HAVE TO CONSERVE IT.

LET ME TELL YOU ABOUT THE RUMORS. TOMORROW WE’LL BE LEAVING FOR THE IRAN/IRAQ BORDER TO DO “PEACE KEEPING” FOR 3 TO 6 mths. OTHERS SAY THAT THE 4ID (i think is what this says) GENERAL WANTS TO KEEP US HERE TILL NOV., THATS WHEN 1 CAV WILL COME TO REPLACE US. WHILE OTHERS SAY WE MIGHT LEAVE BY JUNE. NOTHINGS FOR SURE.

SMALLER RUMORS FLOATING AROUND THE SITE ARE; RAMSEY AND SFC BACON ARE SLEEPING TOGETHER. SGT SIREK HAS PLANS TO TAKE NIETO AS HIS APPRENTICE AND PADIWAN LEARNER OF THE DARK SIDE. LITTLE BLACK ARNOLD IS MILITARY INTELLIGENCE FOR SPECIAL FORCES OPERATING UNDER COVER A SURVEILLENCE AS PART OF

*the rest of the page is blank*

IM BACK. TODAY IS THE 27th. I GOT BACK TO THE LITTLE CAMP AREA ABOUT AN HOUR AND A HALF AGO. I LEFT YESTERDAY MORNING TO, WELL, AS PART OF DE-CON (DE-CONTAMINATION) MISSION. HERES THE INFORMATION THAT I GATHERED.

A SITE HAD BEEN FOUND THAT WAS THOUGHT TO HAVE CHEMICAL WEAPONS AND 1-10 WAS APPOINTED TO GO TO THE SITE AND DE-CON THE CIVILIANS THAT WERE GOING TO OPEN THEM. AS IT TURNS OUT THE CIVILIANS HAVE BEEN DE-LAYED AND WOULD BE SET BACK 1 DAY.

THE NBC TEAM THAT I WAS WITH WERENT PREPARED TO STAY OVER NIGHT AND AS FORCASTED BY SSG MINOR WE MIGHT HAVE HAD TO STAY 3 TO 4 DAYS. EVERYBODY WAS PISSED.

LATELY ITS BEEN GETTING REALLY COLD AT NIGHT AND WE JUST HAPPENED TO BE NEAR A RUNNING RIVER. SO THE, ITS ABOUT 9 O’CLOCK AND IM BEAT, NO SLEEPING BAG OR ANYTHING TO COVER UP WITH AND I DECIDE TO TRY AND SLEEP. I GET AS COMFORTABLE AS POSSIBLE AND I GET ATTACKED BY MOSQUITOS. NOW IM PISSED SO I DECIDED TO JUST TO STAY UP ALL NIGHT. ABOUT 10PM ONE OF THE HEMTT (this might just say “hemi”, I don’t know) FUELERS SHOWS UP AND SGT TORRES SAYS HE HAS EVERYBODYS SLEEPING BAG! THE SITES ABOUT 45 MINS AWAY AND THEY LEFT SOMETIME MID AFTERNOON TO GET OUR SHIT, I HATE THESE PEOPLE.

RIGHT NOW ITS 9:01 PM AND ITS 11:02 AM YOUR TIME. I MISS YOU.

RIGHT NOW IM GOING TO ADDRESS AN ENVELOPE AND HAVE IT READY TO SEND TOMMOROW THE 28th. IM SORRY IF IT SEEMS THAT IM NOT WRITING VERY OFTEN. FOR A WHILE WE COULDN’T. AND NOW THAT IT SEEMS WE MIGHT BE HERE A LITTLE WHILE, THEYVE KEPT ME REALLY BUSY. LET ME ADDRESS THE ENVELOPES (he drew a star here)

ALL DONE. I THOUGHT ABOUT THE HOUSE A LOT TODAY AND YESTERDAY. IM SURE BY THE TIME THIS LETTER REACHES YOU, YOU’LL HAVE EITHER GOTTEN IT OR GAVE IT UP. IM O.K. WITH EITHER DECISION YOUVE MADE.

YOUVE KEPT THIS FAMILY TOGETHER, AND THAT MAKES ME PROUD. YOUR SMART, ATTRACTIVE AND FUNNY. AND YOU DONT TAKE ANY SHIT FROM ANYBODY. I LOVE YOU.

I HOPE THAT OUR DAUGHTER TURNS OUT TO BE LIKE YOU.

I GUESS ILL MAIL THIS TOMORROW, FIRST THING, SO

EVER YOURS

EVER MINE

*my dad signed it with his scribble, and wrote his name under it. under that are hearts and x’s with my mom’s name and then my name under hers.*

[gamergirl929]

Days Off With DnD (USWNT x Reader)

Anonymous Request: can i request a nerdy reader x national team one where on every other off day reader declines going out and stays in. one of the off days that they stay in lands on their birthday and eveyone is wondering why they wont go out so they decide to surprise they but theyre surprised when they find the reader in the middle of an intense dnd game over Skype/FaceTime. reader is too into the game to realize that theyve walked into the room. please and thanks :)

To who requested this, I am SO sorry this took so long, had to really do some DnD research and fics started piling up for the holidays and this got pushed to the bottom, again I’m really sorry and I hope you enjoy it I also hope I got the DnD stuff right. XD 

“What do you mean she doesn’t want to go out!? It’s her birthday!” Kelley exclaims loudly, much to Alex’s dismay seeing as she was standing right next to her.  

“You can explain to Vlatko why Janice is deaf, Wookie.” Allie smirks and Kelley rolls her eyes.  

“I don’t think you two are really addressing the problem here!” Kelley exclaims as the three of them leave their hotel room.  

“What problem?”  

The trio turns, realizing that a large number of their teammates; Tobin, Christen, Ashlyn, Ali, Sonnett, Lindsey, Rose, Mal and Sam are making their way down the hallway.  

“Y/N doesn’t want to come out for her birthday!” Kelley exclaims, throwing her hands in the air.  

“What? Why not?” Megan asks as she walks up from basically nowhere.  

Soon the entire team is gathered in the hallway, all except for Y/N.  

“We don’t know! She keeps doing it.” Kelley pouts and Tobin hums.  

“Yeah, she usually stays in like, every other time we have a day off.” Tobin shrugs and Christen nods.  

“We always try to get her to come with us, but she says she’s busy.”  

Kelley strokes her chin for a second before her eyes widen and she grins.  

“I have an idea!” She exclaims and everyone shares a glance, eyes wide.  

“Uh-oh.” Megan mumbles, the shorter woman turning to her with narrowed eyes.  

“What do you mean ‘uh-oh’?” She exclaims and Megan snorts.  

“Seriously? Your plans haven’t always had a great outcome...” Megan smirks and Kelley scoffs loudly.  

“Name ONE time!” She shouts and Christen snorts.  

“I never told them about the prank you wanted to play at Stanford did I?” She smirks and Kelley’s eyes go wide.  

“You wouldn’t dare.”  

The two women start to bicker, their teammates watching with wide eyes when the bickering turns into a literal wrestling match in the middle of the hotel’s hallway.  

“I swear to god, can’t take you two anywhere.” Ashlyn says as she and pulls the two of them apart, Kelley trying to wiggle out of her grasp.  

Suddenly, a sharp whistle gathers everyone’s attention, the whistle coming from Julie Ertz, her arms crossed across her chest as she stares at the women, eyes narrowed.  

“Weren’t we talking about Y/N?” Julie asks and Kelley’s eyes widen slightly, as if she’d been reminded that they had indeed been talking about you moments before.  

“We were!” Kelley exclaims and everyone rolls their eyes, snorting at the woman’s enthusiasm as she claps giddily.  

“Alright, so here’s what we're going to do...”  

                                                            ***

The plan comes to fruition hours later, the entire team gathered outside of your door, cake, bags of chips and a multitude of other things you’d need for a party in their arms.  

“Okay, is everybody ready?” Kelley whispers and everyone nods, all grinning excitedly.  

Kelley unlocks your hotel room’s door and pushes it open, everyone filing in excitedly, cheering happily.  

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY!” They all shout, some blowing on blowouts that honk loudly while others pop their party poppers, covering the room in confetti.  

They all freeze when instead of turning to them, your focus remains on your computer, a large pair of beats on your head as you shout at the laptop screen.  

“You know DAMN well that those aren’t the rules, who invited this guy?” You throw your arms up angrily.  

Your teammates all share a glance, watching as you bicker with someone on the other side of the screen.  

Kelley finally deems it necessary to let you know that they’re here, and of course, much unlike a normal person, Kelley decides to snatch the blowout from Alex’s hand and throw it across the room at you, hitting you right upside the head.  

You jump, eyes wide when you see that your entire team is standing in your hotel room.  

“I have to go.” You say to the screen before you shut the laptop, much to the chagrin of the others you’re playing with.  

You stare at your teammates, head cocked to the side in confusion as you slip your headphones off.  

“What’s going on?” You ask confused, realizing that your hotel room’s floor is covered in confetti.  

“It’s your birthday stupid.” Kelle grumbles earning a slap on the head from a number of players.  

You rub your hands together, clearing your throat.  

“I was just...” You glance down at your bed and it’s now that your teammates realize there are a number dice and papers scattered on your bed.  

“What are these?” Sonnett asks curiously as she examines one of the papers, her eyes wide.  

“DnD?” Rose asks and you shrug, grinning bashfully as your cheeks flush.  

“Uhh, yeah.”  

Kelley let’s out a snicker, earning a glare from Alyssa.  

“What’s wrong with playing DnD?” She asks, arms crossed across her chest and you smirk.  

“You play?” You ask and Alyssa gives you a small smile.  

“I mean I have.”  

“Wait, so how do you play?” Mallory asks curiously and you smirk, glancing at Alyssa who grins.  

                                                            ***

If someone were to ask you how you’d spend your birthday, you never imagined you would tell them you spent it eating junk food with your teammates and showing them how to play DnD, but I guess with the USWNT anything is expected.  

“Wait, you can’t do that.” Alex grumbles at Kelley who scoffs.  

“Yes, I can! Y/N! Tell her I can.” Kelley shouts.  

The two start to bicker and you can’t help but laugh, gathering the attention of everyone in the room.  

“What’s funny?” Kelley asks and your eyes widen.  

“Yeah Y/N! This is war!” Sonnett says as she stares at the board on the table. “Now, show me how to do this.”  

You shake your head snorting as you lean towards Sonnett.

Looks like your free days of DnD would be far from solo from now on.  

[all-hail-the-witcher]

sick fics are wildly underrated

tough brooding stoic independent stubborn character gets sick and tries to push through it but ends up collapsing and then has someone fuss over them and pretends to hate it but secretly loves it? yes

soft cute intelligent everyone’s metaphorical younger sibling character gets sick and everyone insists on taking days off to look over them even if its really minor? please

that one hardass stubborn virtually emotionless never-wants-help character gets sick and becomes a soft cuddly pile of goo? hell yeah

1/2 of the almost couple that’s been dancing around dating and flirting and has buckets of sexual or romantic tension gets sick and the other drops everything to look after them and the the sick one inevitably confesses they’re in love with them while delirious? the best

that one badass who takes bullets for everyone without blinking an eye and has stitched up their own wounds more times than they can count but gets a common cold and thinks they’re dying? sign me up

one character gets sick and then their s/o takes care of them and they get all worried cause noo now you’re gonna get sick and they’re just like I don’t care you need me? fantastic

the one sweet character that everyone loves gets sick and doesn’t show up for work and their found family or friends get worried cause holy shit what if they were kidnapped and it becomes an all out hunt trying to find them and literally theyve contacted everyone just short of the national guard when someone thinks to look in their apartment and finds them surrounded with tissues watching tv and is so relieved they have to sit down cause what the fuck I thought our latest enemy for sure had you please call next time? amazing

just sick fics. we need more of them.

[squidskinks]

g is the best boyfriend jask could asks for, attentive, caring, loving. geralt introduces him to some ~kinks~ (watersports, daddy kink, cockdumb, any other kink you wanna add. Go Crazy) and jaskier is In Love but!! plot twist! g's been secretly recording and uploading the videos this entire time and (somehow) j finds out. cue: angry, sad, heartbroken j trying leave g being suddenly oh so mean (1/2)

saying no one wants you, theyve seen you be a slut, and more mean things; maybe is physical too). g rapes j and thats recorded and uploaded as well? ik this is a DARK prompt to start off with lmao lemme know if youd like another instead, no worries

My first prompt! An angsty one as well. I added that they got married? I hope that’s cool

Trigger warning: rape

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Jaskier was happy.

Today, he and Geralt were spending their honeymoon together. He couldn’t be happier! Geralt was the sweetest man he had ever met, and there was nobody he could want as his husband more. He was loving, caring, amazing in bed. Anything he wanted, Geralt would give to him, and he would give to Geralt as well of course. All was well. Well, that is, until he found Geralt’s internet history as he went out for groceries.

Pornhub. That was normal, right? Maybe Jaskier needed to give him more pleasure, explore something new. Maybe this would give him answers to what Geralt wanted to try next? He had already tried lots of things with him, pretty much anything he had wanted to try they would try, so what was something more added to such a long list?

Then he found the videos. They had normal names, but the contents... it was all him. Jaskier, online, for the whole world to see. His heart sank into his stomach as he clicked through the videos. ‘Slut pisses himself’, ‘Cockslut breaks on my cock’, ‘My bitch lets me tie him up’. Jaskier was, for lack of a better word, heartbroken. How could his perfect husband do this to him? How could he betray him like this?

And then Geralt was home. And Jaskier was on him, kicking, screaming, demanding to know what the hell he was thinking and threatening to leave all the same, that is, until Geralt gripped his hair, pulling him off with strength Jaskier had never felt from him before as he lead them off to gods knows where in the house. “You’re my fucking slut now, you hear me? I’ve ruined you for everyone else.” Geralt’s words hit hard, stabbing and twisting in his heart like the sharpest of blades. It fucking hurt, but not as much as the dry fingers shoving themselves into Jaskier’s hole as he sobbed, begging and pleading and squirming in an attempt to break the grip on his hair. “Everyone’s seen you, seen what a fucking slut you are. You really think anybody would want you after that?” He was rolled onto his stomach, his world spinning almost as roughly as it had when he had found the internet history that had started this whole thing. “Look,” His hair was pulled roughly, pulling him up to show him the small lens, just barely poking out from under a pile of clothes, recording everything for all to see. “Everyone can see you right now. Can see how you’re fucking squirming because of the fingers in your ass. You really think a single fucking person would want you after this? After everything?” A fist collided with his cheek, nausea making him want to retch as Geralt’s cock filled his ass, hating the way his body instinctively wanted to relax into the familiar feeling. Hating the way his brain told him to push back into the rough thrusts as Geralt continued to fuck him with reckless abandon. “You look into that fucking camera and tell everyone how much you love getting raped, why don’t you?” When he refused, his world thrashed as he was punched again, his brain only vaguely processing Geralt fisting his previously soft cock. “Fucking say it, slut!” A familiar voice demanded, but surely it couldn’t be who he thought it was, yeah? Couldn’t be Geralt. Surely it was just some look-alike, some copycat who had taken Geralt’s place. Geralt wouldn’t... His brain failed as Geralt filled him with cum, his hand wrapped so tightly around Jaskier’s neck Jaskier thought he would faint as his airflow cut off completely.

And then it was over. Geralt was off him, leaving him amongst dirty sheets like he was a discarded toy. Jaskier’s brain weakly wished for the gentle touches Geralt had provided previously as he simply stared into the camera lens, watching as the camera was shut off and carried away.