#and there are a total of 6 players which is A Lot

[targaryenluvs]

𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒? - 𝐂.𝐒

summary: the one where you get dragged to your older brothers golf tournament and end up drooling over a another player. only problem? he’s your best friends brother.  

pairings: carlos sainz x female reader

warnings: vulgar language, bfb trope, teasing, bad spanish translations :) age gap (6+ years)

word count: 1.7k words

A/N: (reader is envisioned as being of indian/asian descent, but you don’t necessarily need to think of it that way. it’s just most fics have white readers and i’m not so :) so just know she is described as dark skinned also - let me know for a potential part 2 )

You sat in the car as you stared out the window, you had never felt more annoyed.

Context? Today was your best friend Madelyn's joint birthday with your other best friend Sayda. They were turning 21! They could legally drink and all, well, in America. Anywhere else they could as well. You, on the other hand, were still stuck on 20. You had planned your present for the two of them for over 2 months. And after all that, you were told you couldn't attend.

Your parents somehow tied you to familial obligations at the age of 20.

You knew you could say no, your family did too. But they knew how to play on your guilt. You knew that if you declined they wouldn't put up a fight but you’d know they were disappointed, You'd feel it in every glare, their words, everything. And guilt trips aren't your ideal idea of trips.

The familial obligations ended up being attending your older brother's golf tournament. 3 hours of watching older men profusely sweat their asses off on a stupid game. Which seemed like a punishment for a crime, only problem? You had no idea what crime you’d committed. As the car slowed down and you pulled into the parking lot you inhaled, only exhaling once you parked.

  This was going to be the death of you.

“Y/n come on." Your mother said as she opened her car door. You turned to grab your purse and sunglasses before exiting. The entire golf course was packed. Food stalls lined the entrance and multiple people were hanging around, watching their family and friends.

But everyone, unlike you, was happy. Your parents walked in front as you followed, they picked up keys to a golf buggy, while you grabbed your own. You slung your purse on as you got in, turning the key. You all made our way over to the '20s to 30's side of the course.

Your brother, Ravi, was only 6 years older than you and was participating in the competition. And as you parked your buggy you finally took notice of the golfers. Unlike the entrance of the course, everyone here was, well, not old. But that was obvious since it was the 20-30 side of the competition.

Basically, the competition was split into age groups. Juniors are 15 to 19, then there's 20 to 30, 40 to 60 then seniors who are 60 and up. All the participants were well fit. A bunch of hot guys partially too old for you in tight polo shirts, sweating on a 30-degree day?

Maybe your parents dragging you here was actually beneficial.

Well, to you mostly.

"Guys! Over here!" A voice shouted over the murmuring of the crowd, Ravi. Your mother took my hand and led me through the sea of people. As if you couldn't yourself. Fair to say you let her, sometimes she's, uh, coddling.

(Which is a total understatement)

Ever since you graduated and moved out of your mother’s been looking for ways for you to need her. To the point where you’re starting to think being a mother might've taken up more parts of her life than you thought. "Thanks for coming today."

Ravi wrapped his arms around you as you returned the embrace. "I thought you weren't coming? Isn't it Madelyn and Sayda's birthday today?" You sighed, "It is, but I was sort've-" Your father's glare from behind your mother had you swallowing your words. "I just, uh, wanted to support you."

Internally, you wanted to shout, 'Well actually I'm too nice of a fucking person to turn down plans even if I have something else planned because I absolutely despise the idea of hurting someone's feelings. And, I know how it feels to be turned down and it sucks ass. So no, I'm not here because I want to be, and yes it is their birthday party and I don't know if I'll be able to get there in time.'

But then again, you were too nice for that.

"Oh, well thanks again."

To anyone else, it would've seemed like a normal response, but then again you knew what he meant. 'You were dragged here, I know. I'm sorry.'

You smiled at him as he smiled back. "So, when is it all starting?" You questioned him, in hope of deterring the conversation. "In a minute or two."

"There's seats over there. If you need anything let me know okay?" He said as he hugged you one last time before you took your place with your parents.

As you say you actually found yourself enjoying the tournament, to your surprise. But the heat was definitely getting to you, swiftly getting up you turned to your parents as you let them know where you were going.

You took your purse with you as you made your way over to the food stalls, wanting a smoothie. A high pitched squeal rang through your ears as you were wrapped in a warm hug.

"Y/n! What're you doing here?" Sayda asked you, "Ravi's playing! Or competing, whatever you call it." Sayda smiled, "So is my brother!" Sayda beamed as you replied, "Really? Oh my god I didn't even know he was in town!"

"Aha, I'm sorry I didn't tell you. If I can, I'll introduce you to him. And if not now, he'll be at my birthday party tonight." Confusion warped your facial expression as you asked, "What does he l-" Your friend Madelyn approached the pair of you,  "Oh my god! Y/n you're here too!"

You smiled at her, "Yeah, sadly. Why're you guys here, I thought you had the party?" You asked the two, "Since Sayda's brother is in town and he rarely is, he wanted to participate in the stupid golf tournament so we pushed the party back so that he could make it."

You nodded, "I have a few things to do before the party so I have to get going. But I'll see you guys later." She said as she hugged us once last time before leaving the queue.

Yourself and Madelyn were almost at the front of the line as she whispered, "Avoid her brother okay? If she asks if you want to meet him? Run. Away." You looked at her as if she'd just punched you in the face, "What? Why?"

Madelyn looked at you dead straight.

"Because he's so fucking hot."

  You laughed, maybe a little louder than you should have, "That's your reason?" Madelyn or Madi as you called her, whacked your arm, "I'm serious. So many of our friends have crushes on him. And he's dated a few of Saydas friends. Literally, none of those relationships worked out and Sayda stopped being friends with most of them."

"Did she know about the relationships?" Madi nodded, "Yeah, but none of them worked out because he's always busy with his job. Plus he cheated on half of them. But he's so good at manipulating I swear, he manages to convince everyone that 'The breakup was mutual' or 'She cheated'. And everyone believes him because, well, I don't know."

You smiled, "I won't calm down. Plus maybe those relationships did end on good terms?" You asked hopefully. "Maria walked in on him with Isa." The smile on your face dropped immediately. "Okay then." The two of you ordered your drinks and food afterwards, returning to her private birthday tent. Lucky.

You sat back and watched on, it came down to the last hole. Each player had 3 shots to get the golf ball in or you lost. The last two competitors were your brother and another guy. He was tall, definitely more so than you, his hair looked fluffy, and he had stubble and gorgeous brown eyes.

The polo shirt he was wearing was definitely not helping, you could even see his toned body through it. His forehead was glistening with sweat. And as you were about to go to the toilet the man lifted his shirt to wipe off the sweat.

Oh. My. Fucking. God.

You walked as fast as possible without looking suspicious, but at this point you weren’t so sure if you cared anymore. You grabbed your phone and began to spam Maddi. 

Maddi 💕

To Maddi; i swear to fucking god bro

To Maddi; this guy looks unreal 

To Maddi; i think im gonna jump his ass or som because MY GOD 🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🙏🏽

From Maddi; y/n, you’re going insane, leave the man alone 😭

To Maddi; you haven’t seen him once you do you’ll understand 👍🏽

From Maddi; will i tho?

To Maddi; yes you will bitch 🔪  i’ll point him out when i get back <33

You looked at yourself in the mirror while trying to compose yourself. Taking a deep breath you opened the door of the bathroom to be met with a rolling golf ball, stopping just at your feet. You kneeled down to pick it up and as you did you heard footsteps getting closer to you.

“Mierda! Hi, yes, uh sorry do you uh pass the ball back?” 

Fuck. To your luck the guy you were gushing about stood in front of you, still sweaty, but his hair was messier and his breathing staggered. But he looked so fucking good to the point where you dismissed his extended right hand entirely. “Hello? Are you okay?” He asked as he stared intently.

“Uh oh yeah! Uhm sorry I was just-” 

“Staring at me?” 

“No! Well yes I was staring but not in a creepy way. I was just- your eyes?” 

Even though you missed his extended hand you didn’t miss the evident smirk which came across his face as he stood in front of you, stepping ever so close to you, his hand brushed a loose piece of hair from your cheek as he whispered, 

“Keep the ball. Gives me a reason to find you again.”  

And with that he swiftly turned, distancing himself from you. But not without winking over his shoulder at you. You could feel your cheeks begin to burn up, but at least it wasn’t noticeable. More complimentary to your darker skin. 

The golf ball suddenly drew your attention as your thumb grazed over indebts, looking down you noticed an ordinary company name, but then, to the side, initials.

C.S

[exilethegame]

Writing Update (08/09/22)

Hello everyone!

This week has been a good week-- I managed to write 32k words (joys of high variation combat scenes), meaning that Chapter 5 is currently 232k words. As of now, there's only one "real" scene that needs to be finished, which is the one I've been working on this entire week. It's all combat, which means it's a lot of variations for a very short length of writing. The good news is that you should all have fun comparing how your fights played out.

I'm currently working on the first main variation of the scene, and once that's done it's a matter of copy and pasting and rerouting choices while I edit as needed. The current main variation is 16k (though it's not finished), and there's 6 main variations in total, which means if we do basic math of 16 x 6 we get 96k words.

I'm hoping I'll be able to negate that with some smartly placed *goto's and recycled choices, but we'll see. Either way, I see the final word count of Pt. 1 being somewhere around 300k, or lurking just around that.

However, time to get to the good news...

When you look at the words to be written, it seems like there's a lot to do. In reality, we are very close to the finish line. Because of this, I feel safe to say that I'm aiming for a release window of Chapter 5 at some point in September!

I'm going to work hard these next two weeks to finish the chapter to have it be read by the alpha readers. Once it goes through being read and proper editing, it'll be ready for all of you to read! Chapter 5 is definitely tailored to be a unique experience for everyone, and there's a lot of variation re. your relationship with certain characters, so I'm excited to see the difference in certain scenes between some players...

Anyways-- that's all for this week. Thanks for reading!

[bigwishes]

hi, i have been an admirer of your blog. i am currently living in a dorm in tennessee and it seems like everyone is a big country jock but me, i was wondering if i could get a dice roll to hopefully gain some masculinity and muscles. a bigger package wouldn't hurt either to show up the guys that walk around naked to show off theirs.

A dice role sure, the only time I have done some dice rolling is when I play D&D so Ill use those rules, if you don't know you roll 4 6 sided dice and take away the lowest number, Ill grant you ONE reroll on ONE stat but no matter what you gotta take the new roll so buckle up bud. For masculinity you roll a 6, 4, 5, 3 so we will get rid of the 3 and that leaves you with 15!! You'll become the kinda bloke who can handle himself, rough, tough and horny as fuck, that's right with masculinity comes the added bonus stat of testosterone which you now make an insane amount of, outside of growing more hair on your chest and making your muscles a bit tighter it has no where else to go but your dick. For muscle and strength we get a 4, 5, 4, 2. You know the drill no 2 at the end but because of how well your masculinity rolled Ill grant you a +1 for a total of 14. Feel your body pump itself huge like a college football player, you aren't bodybuilder sized but you sure do have some size and strength behind you. For dick size you rolled quite similar with a 5, 5, 3, 1. 13 not bad, that isn't 13 inches mind you the average for stats is 10 so your now rocking a hefty 7.5inches down there way above average and you'll be showin up a lot of guys. Sweat and B.O. what? you thought you got to pick and choose what you wanna roll? no sorry mate anyway lets get to the number 5, 4, 3, 3. Sitting at 12, above average you can start to smell your now much hairier pits, and don't worry everyone in a room can smell em too. What? you wanna reroll? are you sure? alright mate so the new numbers are a 6, 3, 6 and a 1.. oh looks like someone bumped the table wonder who did that? welp its a 6 now mate so lucky you an 18!! sweat erupts from every pore on your body, your new bodyhair gets slick and clings to you as steam rises from your back, shoulders and pits. The steam may just be from your body heat but I'm sure blokes will joke about how its your own personal stink cloud. Final roll buddy, intelligence, we get a 3, 2, 1, 1, unlucky should have saved your reroll for when you knew all your stats because as we said before 10 is the average so a 6? man your a gonna be so fucking dumb. You stare at your new body in the mirror with the final number appearing on your phone, your head begins to throb and veins on your neck pulse outwards, they travels down your body from your chest to your pelvis before covering your new dick, you look at you cock pulsing and throbbing before you watch it spray out more cum then you've ever seen. You are left staring at the mirror, tongue hanging out your mouth, drool dripping from your chin, unable to understand how your literally came your brains out. Only thing you can remember is your name and you like to lift weights.

Enjoy being a putrid smelling moron mate, hope the muscle and dick size were worth it because you are too dumb to even work out how to turn your phone on let alone how to spell to ask for another roll. Nah, the rest of your days will be spent with your own nose deep in your pits and a hand on your dick to try and relieve your constant hard on, hope you had a sports scholarship lined up.

Final Stats Masculinity: 15 Muscle and Strength: 14 Dick Size: 13 Sweat and B.O: 18 Intelligence: 6

[strengthsapprentice-moved]

Yoohoo, I just started delving back into Dangerous Fellows. In order to get my brain squeezing out that creative juice I read what other people think characters would be like in scenarios or with a certain character trait (yandere is the trait.) If I may ask, how would you say that Yan Lawrence from Dangerous fellows would treat his darling who tried to escape from him. Or would he even keep them captive in the first place? I mean, we are talking about a apocalyptic world and he does perform extreme acts when it come to the player. Do you think he would punish his darling, if so what would he do to them?

Yan Lawrence 🥺🥺 So!! We actually get a good idea of this in the second memory you get with his route, so if you don't really want spoilers for that, I would reccomend playing it for yourself on the game (or if you want to know what I'm talking about, this video is the second memory without leaping through hoops for tickets). In this, I'll add on to what would happen afterwards because that's mostly up to MC in the game.

With that...

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CW: Yandere, kidnapping/captivity, slight zombie gore, slight mention of physical punishment

Age Rating: 13+

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Yandere!Lawrence x Reader - Escapism

They say you can't outfox a fox, which can't be more true with Lawrence. He's the sneakiest yandere there could be- hell, his route already paints him as a clear yandere, so taking that times 10 means Y/N is going to struggle with escaping the school's basement he's held you hostage in.

However, your smarts and kindness got you stuck with his obsession in the first place. With how careful you approach him, how trusting you have to get him... You notice how he fails to close the door to the outside immediately.

Perfect

One night, Lawrence returns from a medicine run. A large pack is slung over his shoulder with Ethan's bat in his free hand slows him down to a half drag half walk.

"Y/N! I'm really glad to see you. Can you help with this right quick?"

Under your breath, you mutter "...Sorry for this."

"Huh-?!"

You push him to the side and rush to freedom, up the stairs and towards the moonlight beaming from the cracked windows above.

"Y/N, wait!" His words fall on deaf ears, his darling already busting the front door out to freedom.

1 week later, you're fending off a hoarde of zombies, clutching to your makeshift pack as you swat them away with a sizeable stick.

It's no use, they're already inching in, slowly lugging themselves with gnashing teeth and beady eyes. Sharpened nails tear at the air above you like the hungry fangs of snakes.

This is it. You close your eyes and accept what's going to come.

WHACK!

Inky dark red liquid spatters on the alleyway wall, the one zombie hit tumbling on the others in a stooge like manner. Repeated hits to their bodies pulverize the undead into harmless bags of rotten flesh. With one eye opened, you finally assess the damage.

Minor cuts and bruises litter your body, with a total count of 6 zombified corpses under the boots of an enraged Lawrence.

His eyes are narrowed yet reflect the sunlight, the brown reflecting an almost amber shine.

"There you are! Y/N, I thought I lost you forever!"

Lawrence quickly scoops you into a tight embrace. You'd have thought he'd be a lot more angry, but the new wet spots on your shoulder and trembling sobs coming from what was just a cold hearted killer hinted otherwise.

"Do you know what I would have done without you? How far I searched to see you again? Y/N, you could have been badly hurt! This is why you need me to protect you, darling..."

Once back at the school basement, he locks you right back in. The first (and only) escape was enough to have him watch you like a hawk for the next few weeks. After all, the rations would last up to a few months without any action. New locks and measures decorate the room, adding a rather distasteful rat cage aesthetic.

He'll never trust you the same, but slowly you can regain some semblance of faith from him with excessive love, affection, and passing his new tests of loyalty.

If this stunt was somehow pulled off again, he would resort to physical punishment... But for now, it's a cute little misunderstanding~

[bbrissonn]

summary of bordy’s new (but kinda old) podcast 

warning, this was a 2 hour long podcast so this is about to be veryyyy long :) hope you all enjoy! 

this was filmed at 11:05 am either on february 16th or the 23rd, bords only had one class that day

they practice at 3:00pm 

only has 4 classes per sessions/ term

called briss “one of my best buds” 

wouldn’t mind joining the caa once he retires, also said it’d be nice to do something with briss once they both retire (boyfriends af)

briss does not know how to speak french, he might understand it but bords didn’t say anything about that

but, if bords is ever on the phone with his dad (seb) briss will say 2-3 swear words (little delinquent)

says his dad talks in a france french accent in interviews, and bords’ thinks it’s funny but also thinks “what are you doing?” 

 listens to his dad’s podcasts and learns new things about him, and vice-versa

bordy knew how to speak german when he lived in switzerland, but doesn’t anymore

people in quebec would make fun of him for his france french accent, his quebec accent would back at the end of the summer, and then people in switzerland would make fun of him for that. called it a “lose lose situation”

misses switzerland a lot, and wants to take his kids there one day

talks for like 10-20 minutes of switzerland and just stuff related to that

would play on outdoor rinks

if it rained, they’d still play with water on the ice

coaches kids during the summer

says it’s very more competitive in quebec than in switzerland

how hockey worked for him in europe was that they’d go to a rink in the middle of the woods, there’d be 16 teams, 8 games of half ice per day, shifts of 1 minutes and they had 6 players on their team

thinks montreal fans are the worst in the nhl (buddy i agree) 

when he came back to montreal, his dad wanted him to play peewee instead of atom to have more ice time

they came back to montreal because his mom had a good job offer here

they talked for a couple of minutes of christian dubé, he’s the reason why seb went to play in switzerland

had mixed feelings when his parents told him they were moving to quebec

what shocked him the most when they moved back was the parents

the parents were jealous of him and kinda talking shit because he was playing a level higher

it got so bad to the point where his dad couldn’t seat with the parents of the team because of their comments

they’d say things like “what is he doing on the ice?” as in “why is he there and not my kid”  (poor little guys was 10-11 hearing those things from his parents :()

was coached by his grandpa when he player midget AAA (personally, this part about his grandpa his my fav)

looked up a lot to xavier parents even if they were close friends

parents would say that he’s only on the ice because the coach is his grandpa (stupid quebec parents)

his dad was really though on him when he played midget AAA, while his grandpa would be more disappointed in him

said him and his dad would yell at each when they’d get home from his games, his mom would try to make them stop but she eventually gave up

said that his dad being that though helped him be more constant with his game and it’s the reason why his expectation for himself are very high

his second year playing midget was harder because he got a lot more ice time and a lot of the players were nice to him, but talked shit behind his back

said going to the play in the states instead of the LHJMQ would be like a restart for him, which was nice because of the whole situation with his grandpa being his coach

chirps his dad and grandpa a lot

my favourite part of the podcast that i totally recommend going to listen to even if you don’t understand french is from 55:53 to 56:06 just because of the way he says “c’est vrai qui est fucking vieux man” very hot

his grandpa taught him how to handle his emotion at a young age, which helped a lot with the recent event of the last 2 years

he knew at like 15-16 that he wanted to play college hockey in the states because BU had approached him, he watched a couple of hype up videos on youtube and decided he wanted to play at that level in a couple of years

he went to a lot of showcase so prep schools could see him

 he was either going to the ushl or northwood (a prep school in vermont) when the ntdp approached him in january of 2018

the ntdp found out about him because of jim hughes, he had stayed with them one summer in toronto for his training

jim had never seen bordy played but still recommended him to the program

he got invited to a camp with 40 other guys, who had all done mutliple other camps to get there, so he just showed him in the middle of it, people were very confused

bordy said “they were all like: the fuck, who is he? he barely speaks engish, are you joking?” 

quinn guided him a lot and jack had told him “call me a week before the camp so i can tell you what you need to do, how to act and other stuff like that”

after the first game of the camp, the program asked him to be apart of the team

his dad’s answer was “we’re gonna home, think about it, talk to the mom about it too.” and bordy’s answer in his head was “no no no say yes right now”

they’re treated like nhl players

from monday to friday they were 2 hours- 2 hours and a half on the ice, then 2 hours in the gym. their days were from 6 am - 6 pm

said it was a bit depressive, but that it helped him develop an work ethic

during their u17 year, they play against ushl teams, so 18-20 y/o, they get pushed a lot.

they only got 10 wins in 40 game during their u17 year, and that’s considered a good first year with the program 

u18 they played half the season against ushl teams, which are a lot easier than the year before, but play the other half against college teams, so 18-24 y/o

from the first day of camp, the program told them what all they were gonna do for the next 2 year, was put then in a failing situation, like that’s all they’re gonna do, to see how they answer

they were much more of a grinder team, because that was the only way they’d be able to win

there was a guy at the ntdp called kirk (i think), he was an ex-military, he got fired during bordy’s second year because he punched one of the players in the stomach and it made said player throw up (crazy man)

said player was peterson who plays at BU

when he called jack form advices, the advices were mainly about how to get kirk to like him

jack said he was gonna asked the player who has a dual-citizen, jack said not to raise your hand because it was a trap and kirk would yell at you that you were only an american now 

jack’s advices worked pretty well since kirk liked bordy a lot and was pretty soft with him

bordy was gonna go play the u18 tournament with the 01′s but he wasn’t allowed because he hadn’t lived in the us long enough to go to an iifh tournament, so matty went instead

he talks a lot to cole, zegras, york and turcs

he talks a lot with cole about montreal, they both had a feeling that the next season (21-22) wouldn’t be the same so they only talked about positive things during cole’s playoff run

but this year they had a lot more deep conversation and emotional

he said it was hard on cole when he got sent down to the ahl, especially seeing all of his friends do well and because people thought he was gonna win the calder

coley likes that marty’s here now

when cole was out for dinner the night before toffoli got traded, they were talking about when bords would be coming back to montreal and if cole would still be there, bordy went to sleep while cole was still at dinner, and he woke up the next morning with a text from cole about toffoli

cole looked up a lot to toffoli, since toff is a righty and scores a lot, so he saw himself in him

he didn’t go to the 2021 wjc because he was rooming with beech, and father john got a fake positive. they made the team thursday night, and they were leaving for edmonton saturday night. his wingers changed a lot throught the camp, he got a lot of responsibilities on the second pp, important faceoffs, the pk, he was very excited for the tournament. 

he was gonna go to the tournament with boldy and cole, the second line and he was very happy about it. 

friday morning, at like 5 am, they get a call on the hotel phone, bordy thought it was a bad wake up call for he declines it. they call again and it’s the doctor asking to talk to beech. they thought something happened to his family or something because they had been staying in their bubble for like 2-3 months, never broke it at michigan, so they never thought it’d be about covid.

their things were waiting for them outside the arena at 7 am and they had to drive back to aa and quarantine. bordy got kicked out even if he didn’t test positive because beech was his roomate

but beech was laying in the same bed as zegras, cole, boldy, turcs, knighter, watching a movie the previous night, so everyone else would have covid too. so they asked to get tested as soon as they got back to campus, and they ended up both testing negative multiple times. but since the iifh rules were if you get one positive you’re out and you can’t come back

his reaction was to call pat brisson  to know if there was something they could do for him to go since he never tested positive, bordy told them “we can say that i wasn’t his roommate so that i can go” 

he was crying on the phone  with his parents, and when he found out there was no way for him to go to the worl juniors, he told him his mom to book a flight for him right away. 

he said it was pretty nice to be with his family, friends and his girlfriend, but he was only there for 5-6 days

so when he was back in michigan he was all alone in his house, since matty was in edmonton and i suppose truss was with his family. 

said it was a very hard time for him, and gave himself hope for the next year (silly boy)

said it was hard to watch the games, especially since they won gold.

him and the podcast dude both think it was very stupid that team usa didn’t give them individual rooms, but this year they were.

now wjc of this year... oh boy this is a ride

about a week before he had to leave for camp, kent tested positive. everyone was being very careful in the room, wearing their maks. all of the usa boys were careful and bordy thought that since they all did the same thing, none of them would test positive. 

but bordy forgot that the friday before kent tested positive, he saw kj  walking back from yost and offered him a ride. kj accepted, got in the car, and bordy drove him home. this is where he would’ve gotten covid. 

so he got covid for being a nice person, how fun!

but the weird thing is, he didn’t test positive until the saturday they needed to leave, and even weirder, matty didn’t get covid when they lived in the same house

said this time was a lot harder and a much darker period of his life, he was in montreal for like 10 days, but it didn’t make him feel much better. it was a very hard time for him

he isn’t making himself any hope for this summer, he’s telling himself that there isn’t anymore world junior, and that if it happens then it happens. 

said the hardest part was that is name would never in a world junior roster

it was his 3rd big tournament that he missed because of covid. 

he gave himself hope that he could go to the olympics when it was annouced that nhl players wouldn’t be going, which he regrets very much

he hadn’t played a game in like a month and didn’t have an amazing first half of the game when they made the olympic team

so it was just more shit added on to more shit, and it was very hard for him. 

said from when he tested positive to early february was a very though, dark and hard time for him

when the wjc got cancelled it made him feel a little better about it

the sharks helped him a lot throughout the whole situation, telling him that it wasn’t the end of the world and he’d still have a career

he’s had a sports psychologist since his second year midget, so 14-15

but since january he’s had a psychologist, to find a way to just feel good about life in general

they did a little “trivia” like the podcast dude said one of the boys’ name and bordy had to say what impresses him the most about said player on and a weird things about them off the ice, here’s how it went:

kj, on the ice: his hands, off ice: he doesn’t know how to eat, like his fork his like a shovel, bordy can’t eat next to him, says his face is in his plate.

op, one the ice: overall, off ice: there’s nothing else in his life other than hockey, could watch 4 games at the same time, you can’t separate him and kj. they always eat the same thing as well (now this is goals)

marty: one ice: his engine, he runs on 3 hours of sleep, candy and soda/pop/soft drinks but can do a 5 minute shift full out off ice: bordy calls him turbo because matty always need to do the most of everything, ike if the guys say they’re going out for dinner he’s like “can i come? where are you guys going? when are you leaving?” (explains why he had an ‘a’ this year)

briss, on ice: natural sniper, bordy’s a playmaker and briss finishes, we sadly didn’t get an off ice info about briss, but from another podcast bordy did with matty, briss is a shit starter

lukey, on ice: his skating, it’s very easy for him to skate, off ice: awkward. described him as the guy that you can laugh about all day because it’s easy to, and if the boys are saying jokes and they’re just adding on to the joke, luke would be the one to say the thing that’s just not funny anymore. he’s a comic relief but he doesn’t know it

said that having a dad that played in the nhl helped him a lot since he could him prepare for what’s to come

seb gave him advice like be nice to your equipment manager because the person needs to like you

like things that someone would learn at 20-25, he learned at 16 because of him

his dad was more of a foreward, while bordy’s more of a two way player

his dad was more of a scorer, and bordy’s more of a playmaker

when he was younger, his teammates dad would give their own son a lot of shit because they didn’t score or something, but it was different for him because his dad knew hockey a lot better than those other dads

and he had no arguments against his dad because he played in the nhl

said his grandpa still thinks he’s 14 in his head (he being paulin) and still goes rollerblading for like 2 hours

here’s the story behind his hand tattoo, his dad gave him a bracelet which had those words on it when he worked with the habs when bordy was 16. bordy lost the bracelet so he got it tattooed 

his dad is starting to think he has enough tattoos, his mom gave up on making him stop

he wants more tattoos, but his parents think he’s had enough

wants to get something tattooed about his kids-- (HE’S A FAMILY MAN NO ONE CAN CHANGE MY MIND)

[imustbenuts]

Kiran is (functionally) a Bodhisattva/Deva and Askr is gambling on them (A wild almost baseless theory)

I'm out of my damn mind and I've decided to make you guys suffer through my insane thoughts.

To get this out of the way, a Bodhisattva is roughly translating, ‘the enlightened one’ in Buddhism, one who has grasped the truths of the world and are able to break away from the cycle of suffering and ascend into an actual Buddha. But choose not to, instead remain on the current plane of existence to help alleviate others' suffering in hopes that others may attain the truths and do the same. (This is NOT a perfect, total summary but I hope its enough to understand what a Bodhisattva, functionally, is.)

So for years I've been holding onto this idea that Kiran is a supernatural being in the context of the world of FEH. I mean, if they’re from our world and played the series, I reasoned some things:

Our world relatively speaking is one of incredible comfort, even more so than what monarchies of the medieval eras can achieve at their height. Specifically, Kiran is akin to a Deva of the variety of deities in Buddhism before they were pulled into FEH. Here's the wikipedia link explaining the nuance of what a Deva is. The takeaway: They live longer, are able to die, but their lives are one of pleasures and comfort. (Remember Peony’s words of how the World of Steel is one of comfort?)

They have knowledge of all FE characters, some more invasive than others. Conversely, native zenith folks are completely unknown to them. This makes them a bit supernatural despite being a human being, and makes them aware to the suffering of characters in the FEverse.

They must then know certain repeating tropes that has been occurring in FEverse. Masked dudes being sus, dead parents, blue haired lords, divine dragons subject to mental degradation, etc etc. You get the idea.

As blue haired lords with sisters are typically the main criteria in general for FE lords to be recognized as the protagonist, it is theoretically possible for Kiran to over-attach themself to Alfonse based on point 3 at the point of first contact.

Kiran has some level of perception towards tropes, which is why I think they caught on to  Bruno/Zacharias’ identity in book 1 so easily. And how many of us were thinking, 'Gustav is totally gonna kick it' when he appeared?

If Alfonse can open pathways to other worlds, then one inferred reason why Kiran doesn’t leave is because they realize if they do, Alfonse is completely screwed. (twisting this can also mean: delay to ‘ascension’)

By book 2, the name of Sutr and the prophecy referencing Ragnarok is clear, and the presence of Loki throws in a very high possibility that Ragnarok will happen even without Sutr. Loki is also, across all interpretations, a chaotic basket of fun and does things so long as she has a laugh. Point 6 is reinforced.

I also thought about why the game explicitly refers to Kiran as us, the players playing the game, when they could have taken the Blazing Blade route when they could turn them into a Mark v2.0. Those 7 points i listed are ultimately wild theories of a theoretical Kiran who thinks like me, and so I have to admit it doesn’t hold much weight on its own.

It just has to be an avatar, is what I'm getting at. An avatar functionally more akin to Robin or Byleth, characters with their own personalities and goals while we drive the plot forwards.

Except, then, there are Norse gods. And Norse gods means a lot of self-indulgent deities with Odin/All-father who has the Twilit Runes, ie he has already seen EVERY bit of fate that’s to come. But Kiran wasn't there at the point the runes were made, so far away in our world without magic and so insignificant that it doesn't matter. Probably.

As a direct result of their presence/interference, Askr isn’t at Embla’s mercy by the end of book 1, and Ragnarok doesn't occur as prophesied in book 2 by the hands of Sutr. I think its possible that Fjorm would have perished instead by book 2 originally if not for Kiran’s presence bolstering Alfonse’s fate/desires to defeat Sutr.

So Kiran does have a function in the world of FEH.

So then that leads into who made Breidablik and the prophecy behind them? I thought it could be Askr, Baldr (if they even exist), someone, or even Eitri, but seems like Eitri wasn’t involved in the creation of Breidablik. Baldr remains non-existent at this point, so, I thought, someone who knows of the Twilit Runes wanted to stop it made Breidablik. And maybe Breidablik just looks for whoever understands enough of 1. sticking to the blue haired lord, and 2. Norse mythos, to roll on with the plot of FEH.

But that's all the thoughts I had for years.

Then book 6 starts raising my eyebrow. Ash’s beast form is a cow. A cattle. One of the most sacred creatures in Buddhism/Hinduism. Cows in general are a very rare and unique character design choice so I didn't dwell too much on it. (EDIT: here's a write up expanding on this idea) Since this is ultimately entertainment, so sometimes they do random things in the name of cool. Askr is a divine dragon anyway, right? Lizard and all, I thought.

But then. then. On April fools 2022, Lonely Puppeteer (Spring Remix) drops, complete with a fully rendered MV

And I see Kiran on a goddamn lotus. Lotus in Buddhism/Hinduism is representative of purity above material attachment and physical desire. It's a big thing there, but ok, still nothing definitive. I'm also reminded of how Kiran technically resisted the lust pollen in book iv. But ultimately it looks fancy and cool, and it's April Fools, so whatever.

(I want to stress also that there are countless depictions of deities and Buddha sitting above the lotus in peaceful meditation. The lotus is some serious symbolism in Buddhism and Hinduism.)

Then Askr's design comes out. He's a DIVINE. BULL. DRAGON. DEITY. I just about fucking lost it.

Immediately I notice the Third Eye on his forehead.

In many parts of Asia, the Third Eye is said to allow the user to perceive things which are beyond normal perception. Some think it predicts the future, lets the user see ghosts, divine fates, or even see beyond our own material world. Now, I don't know at this point if that third eye, if it is even one, lets Askr do those things, but I'm willing to bet the ability to open gateways to other worlds is in synergy with it at bare minimum. After all, Anankos was able to see the world of Awakening despite being in Fates, so this seems more than plausible.

And if my bullshit is right, the one responsible for Breidablik is likely Askr, who has seen the future and wants to prevent Ragnarok. (EDIT: JOSSED, it looks like. oh well!) So he pulls in a being from a wildly different plane of existence, maybe with said prerequisites of understanding 2 rules, 1. sticking to the blue haired lord, and 2. Norse mythos, all in hopes that the chance of breaking the prophecy of Ragnarok is above 0%.

Thanks for coming to my Ted-talk. Admittedly I've only bounced this idea off 2 people, one who hasn't caught up on FEH and doesn't know too much about Buddhism, and another who has dropped the game. So this idea is unrefined.

TL;DR: Title

I'll go back to writing Fanfic on AO3 now lol. I wrote Hello Hopeful, and this is my AO3 account. I’m losing my fucking mind rn, cheers. If you find my fic interesting, Id be super happy if you could leave a kudos!

PS: Third Eyes also enables the user to see Devas according to that Wikipedia article. Divine Eyes and Third Eye means the same thing in Mandarin, so wtf lol

PPS: Devas are not creator gods either. they are more of a human, mortal deity who can observe the realms ‘below’ theirs, but rarely intervene/offer counsel. There's a belief that we all once had the ability to fly and glow and are Devas ourselves, but lost the ability to do that over time in buddhism

EDIT: This theory is a shallower exploration and mostly made from speculation. I made a better one! For a more in-depth meta analysis feel free to check my pinned. Thanks!

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Personally been in the TW fandom long before the Eng! release and I’m absolutely loving it 💖 But if you could, do you have any pointers for new players? (Also on a Personal opinion, is FG!Leona SSR worth it? He’s so 😍 but with other events coming I’m reconsidering)

#im_broke2pullothers #sacrificingprettyboys4prettyboys

Hmmm, some advice for new players:

Be patient, hoard your keys and gems; DON’T roll on normal banners, roll ONLY on limited or event banners! Dorm Uniform cards are permanent, so they can spook you on limited/event banners (excluding birthday ones).

If you don’t mind spoilers, you can always look at the order of events in the JP server to help you plan which limited banners to save for.

Do weekly missions and Twistune missions! Read vignettes! They’ll help you accumulate gems.

I technically already said this, but I’ll say it again: READ VIGNETTES. They’re really fun, and they expand on the characters we don’t see a lot of in the main story. Some vignettes also drop important lore or foreshadowing for events in the main story. It really enhances the experience!

Don’t just read/play the main story. Get involved in events, because those also reward you with free gems, keys, character upgrade materials, and even event exclusive freebie cards.

Every month, Sam’s shop resets. You can buy 3 keys by using Exam Tokens (350 tokens total). You can also get a Tenfold Key and 2 more Keys under the Gem Shop tab (costing 300 gems total, which means you’re paying 10 rolls to get 12 in return, a net positive).

Invest in your SR cards as well as your SSR cards! Level them up, strength their magic spells, and raise their buddy levels! You’ll need them for the meta (especially healers for Defense tests) 😂 Also, uh... without spoiling anything plot-wise, you WILL need diverse teams for chapter 6 of the main story.

This is the most important advice of all: I know it’s exciting to get into a new game/fandom and that, oftentimes, you want to share this passion with others, but please be sure to treat other fans with kindness and respect.

On the subject of Fairy Gala Leona, I’d say if you like the aesthetic (which I personally do xD) and/or the character, then go for it! However, if you’re particularly concerned with how good he is gameplay/meta-wise, FG Leona isn’t really a worthwhile card. He works well in very specific team builds, particularly with Dorm Kalim (because of the modest buddy attack boost + Duo), but overall? FG Leona isn’t a very flexible unit.

[wheredidhiseyebrowsgo]

hey, I've been searching for days now with very few options. do you know any fics where basically everything is the same, except that Stiles and Derek get together?

like fix-it fics, but without too many drastic changes, and without the massive hate against Scott that is so 2013

Sure thing, canon compliant but with new and improved Sterek.

Begin Again by whenwordsmakesense

(1/1 I 747 I Teen)

Derek is finally ready to move on.

#24 He's Our Man! by stilinskihalefamily

(1/1 I 1,438 I General)

Stiles on the lacrosse field practicing for the first big game of the season. With all the good players, i.e. Jackson and Isaac, gone he has somehow made it to first line. And to say he’s nervous is understatement. So he’s practicing his ass off.

He’s been out on the field for an hour when he sees Derek trying to sneaky and hide behind a tree. Stiles lets him hide behind that tree for a few minutes but it’s unnerving feeling eyes on you but not seeing the person the eyes belong too. So he ends up saying, “Stop being such a creeper, Derek. Come help me practice.”

“I’m not a creeper.” Derek says, walking across the field to where Stiles is standing a few feet away from the goal.

Cross a Canyon (with a broken limb) by theroguesgambit

(1/1 I 18,010 I Teen)

“You never graduated,” Stiles says, just to say it. To test it out in the open air. That's... huh.

--

Stiles spends his senior year battling troll-gremlins, taking on an unexpected tutoring job, and definitely not falling for a certain sourwolf (even though everyone else seems to think he is).

Wildfire by No_One_Special_01289

(7/? I 21,075 I Explicit)

Stiles needs a way to get over Lydia Martin. He doesn't know how, until one lonely night he comes face to face with the last person he'd ever expect in his Jeep, and something he never ever expected begins.

Strange to Know Nothing, Never to be Sure by IDreamOnlyOfYou (lauren3210)

(6/6 I 26,221 I Mature)

Stiles finds himself working with Derek much more often than he'd like, or at least that's what he tells himself. And in all honesty, he would be totally fine with it, if only Derek could learn what personal space meant.

Or

The fives times that Derek accidentally touches Stiles' ass, and the one time he does it totally on purpose.

will to follow through by owlpostagain

(2/2 I 42,411 I Teen)

“It depends entirely on how you look at it, I guess,” Stiles shrugs. “On the one hand, instant healing and the apparently inherited ability to pull off leather at all times. On the other, serious attitude problems and a suspicious disappearance of eyebrows.”

“Even Derek’s?” Danny snorts, “that’s a lot of eyebrow to lose.”

“I know,” Stiles agrees. “You should see, it’s so weird. Every time I want to ask him where they go, except he’d totally eat my face off.”

“There are worse ways to die.”

Running Up That Hill by maypoison

(32/32 I 139,488 I Explicit)

“Even before the pack joined together, Scott was trying to protect you. And he still is trying to protect you, even if it means leaving you out of all this.”

Stiles does roll his eyes at that. “Yeah, but it didn’t work did it. I was still involved, and so was my Dad. We were nearly killed by Matt, and then Gerard.”

“My point is, people change. Relationships aren’t always perfect. Scott's tried to kill me before."

Stiles raises an eyebrow. "So, you’re saying that someone trying to kill you is just a small flaw in a relationship?"

“We’re werewolves.” Derek answers with a shrug, as if that was a perfectly good explanation.

Doors Unlocked and Open by Imnotahero

(20/20 I 140,060 I Teen)

They say that when one door closes another one opens. That might be true elsewhere, but not in Beacon Hills. Danger lurks behind every door, and once they're ajar they stay like that - unlocked and open. Which is not good. Not at all. Stiles find things bad enough with Dread Doctors, Theo and his pack of Resurrected Chimeras, Lydia stuck in Eichen House and the foundation of his friendship with Scott unraveling fast. The surprising return of Derek might just be the counterbalance he needs. Especially if they could just close some of these damned doors...

[sweetest-honeybee]

Don’t worry, you’ll see what happens to Gea eventually but I want to introduce you to the new Hels which, unsurprisingly, is another Xisuma to add to my list of Xisumas (which now totals up to 5 Xisumas lmao)

Okay this is gonna be a lot of info SO

This is Sicarus, named after the Sicarius spider, a digging species of spider. Hels!Cleo named him, which is why his name is so different from the other X’s.

He didn’t spawn naturally like the majority of Hels and has a rare amount of actual player code to consider himself a hels hermit among all the other kinds of creatures in their set of districts.

So, he needed some code to be filled in. And so the realm filled him in with spiders. Like. 75% of his code consist of cave spiders.

Sic spawned in after Evil X got separated completely from Xisuma, which took some code from Vespa and it manifested into a new hels which is, technically speaking, Evil X’s hels.

Mans can become mostly spider if he wants to (hence the doodle on the left of the page). Otherwise generally keeps the 6 arms.

Rarely ever wears his armor.

Lives in the mines that belong to the ridge. Hates Clap and Bach for blowing up his space in the mines.

Works with Hels!Cleo (to be named officially but Sic often refers to her as My Lady or My Queen, not in a romantic sense or anything, just how she’s referred to like Vespa is referred to as The Queen outside his own bedroom lmao).

He’s her guard dog! She’s the evil mastermind lol, sometimes he helps but he generally does her dirty work. She’s not hardly anything spider coded like he is but she’s considered the spider Queen :)

As for how he acts compared to EX, a lot less remorse, much more outwardly aggressive, very prone to just. Grabbing people. Doesn’t speak much outside the mines, rarely ever visits outside the mines anyways.

Possesses some of the kinda unnatural abilities that EX has much at a much smaller scale. Little bit for the mind control/possession thing but not much otherwise.

Has never met any of the other X’s thus far. But very soon he’ll be face to face with Vespa so that’ll be fun :)

Uhhh what else

He’s like Bach’s height. Like 8’4” I think is what it is. Big guy. Not even half human. Just a monster that lives in the mines that the miners are terrified of and keep complaining to Clap and Bach about.

But yeah. That’s him :) I would do this much for the hels cleo but idk enough about Cleo herself to go into too much depth

[narratingvoice]

Ahh, autumn. The days are getting shorter, the winds colder, and smell of pumpkin spice is in the air. Do you know what that means?

That's right! Awards season is just around the corner!

Now is the time of year that industry leaders will be deciding on the nominations for The Game Awards, the biggest video game ceremony in North America. I've created a little slide show to appeal to the jury and present them with the positives of The Stanley Parable, in the hopes that they will nominate it in each of the categories for which it is eligible. Am I being self-aggrandizing? Yes, I am, and I'm not ashamed of it. When it comes to your own artwork, you can't afford to be humble. Toot your own horn. Rest on your laurels. Be your own biggest fan, for if you don't, who will? You can't just hope other people will send praises your way, you have to put yourself out there and stand proud!

I include here a plain text version of my presentation under the cut.

Slide 1: Shows an image of the logo for The Stanley Parable Ultra Deluxe, followed by the words "For Your Consideration" in a fancy script font, and finally the logo for The Game Awards.

Slide 2: Accolades

[image: a tasteful monochrome photo of Stanley's office]

10/10 - Destructoid

5 Stars - Gameshub

10/10 - Noisy Pixel

9/10 - IGN

88% - PC Gamer

90% - Metacritic

“Don’t sleep on this instant classic.” - Ars Technica

“The smartest, silliest game of the year” - Kotaku

“I think the narrator is a really nice guy and is not long winded nor does he drone on.” - Steam user treblefanatic

“This game is the best… game.” - Steam user Cookie9 (probably)

Slide 3: Best Performance

The Narrator as Themself, and The Bucket

Hours of new audio performance by me, much of it improvised in reaction to the player’s actions

Revolutionary new recording techniques (using an old mic) to create the illusion that it’s 2013 again

In addition to my usual role, I also voiced the fan favourite new character The Bucket

Please do not nominate the bucket. The bucket is not an actor. It’s an inanimate object. I know a lot of people are treating it like it can talk but that’s really just me talking. See that’s how good an actor I am, I fooled everyone.

Slide 4: Best Performance, Continued

Stanley as Himself

While I do the bulk of the work, the story would be nothing without its main character. Stanley continues to make choices that challenge and redefine the notion of what a video game narrative can be. There is something deeply wrong with him and that should be celebrated. 

The Adventure Line™ as Itself™

A minor role, but one worth noting. The Line™ once again delivered a stunning performance, this time opposite newcomer The Bucket Destroyer. As they say in Hollywood, there are no small parts when You™ are infinite in length. 

Slide 5: Best Narrative

Written by The Narrator

Contains the entire script from the original, critically acclaimed Stanley Parable

New Content expands and fleshes out the game in surprising and creative ways, all of which were totally positive for me 

The Stanley Parable 2 is a fully realized sequel that transforms the original into a profound new experience, like grapes turning into a fine wine. But also the grapes are still there if you don’t like wine. So really there’s something for everyone. 

Story that speaks to the universal human experience of being trapped in an office building for all eternity

Slide 6: Best Direction

Directed by The Narrator

New and exciting gameplay features that audiences all over the world have praised as “absolutely working as intended”

Tight, compact level design that gets players from plot point to plot point in record time, with no fluff or padding

Literally infinite gameplay (gameplay consists of falling in a hole infinitely)

New character creation lets you become the office worker of your dreams (NOTE TO SELF: delete this bullet if I don’t manage to implement this in the next patch)

Slide 7: Best Indie Game

Alright. Geoff Keighley, I am speaking directly to you now. The Stanley Parable was nominated in this category in 2013, and I lost to Gone Home. Which is fine, as it’s an admirable game, and I do not hold grudges easily. But let me ask you this: if Gone Home is so great, then where is Gone Home: Ultra Deluxe? It doesn’t exist. The Fullbright Company abandoned their baby to go make some other games. That’s the difference between them and me, Geoff. I stay true to my vision. I continue updating it because I care about the fans and the legacy. It’s my turn, Geoffrey. 

Slide 8: Game of the Year

It is for all of the above reasons that I humbly submit that The Stanley Parable: Ultra Deluxe should be nominated for Game of the Year. Yes, I know remakes are usually ineligible for this, but this is so much more than a simple remake! It’s a sequel, a re-imagining, a critique of its predecessor, and a brand new commentary on the state of the industry, all rolled into one. It’s the ultimate gaming experience.

[image: an animated gif of a game controller with buttons being pushed]

Slide 9: Says "Thanks for watching my presentation!!!" with an emoji of a face wearing sunglasses. This is followed by clip art of a boy playing a video game.

[critrolestats]

Quick Answers 87

Updated to end of Campaign 2 and ExU Season 1.

Our last Quick Answers came out just before Campaign 2 concluded, right before we got hit with a tidal wave of content in the form of Campaign wrap-ups, Exandria Unlimited, and a number of one-shots. In that time, a lot of critters had some campaign-spanning questions that, we soon realized, did not qualify as “quick.” Although we’ve answered a few requests here, stay tuned next week as we answer some of the more in-depth questions that require full, thorough articles to address!

How much gold did Caleb spend on paper and ink?

2475 gold.

How many times was Yasha mind-controlled?

If we take mind-controlled to not mean frightened or stunned (both of which also require failed wisdom saves): 10

Controlled by Obann before she met the Nein (confirmed C2E087, 2:29:44)

Controlled by Siff Duthar in the encounter in his research lab (C2E016, 0:56:53)

Charmed by the Incubus in the fight under Asarius (C2E055, 2:29:37)

Controlled by Obann again in the battle with the Laughing Hand (C2E069, 2:46:41)

Compelled to eat a flower on the island of Rumblecusp (C2E100, 2:47:51)

Compelled to swim towards Vokodo’s lair (C2E102, 2:16:49)

Had some of her memories taken away on Rumblecusp (C2E103, 2:12:42)

Hypnotized by Vokodo in his underwater lair (C2E105, 3:02:44)

Charmed by the Eye of Gaudius in the first Lucien battle on Cognouza (C2E139, 1:49:14)

Put in a Nightmare Cage by Lucien, Cognouza Incarnate (C2E140, 0:31:20)

How many hit points did Fjord's Ring of Fire Resistance save the Mighty Nein in Campaign 2?

Fjord’s 4500 gp purchase blocked a grand total of 21 fire damage:

(C2E121, 2:09:43) 4 down to 2 damage to Fjord, from fire elemental

(C2E121, 2:11:00) 6 down to 3 damage to Fjord, from fire elemental

(C2E139, 1:15:41) 32 down to 16 damage to Jester, from Eye of Ira

Other questions answered in this series:

Character sheet for Mollymauk at Level 15?

How often did the Mighty Nein wonder if they were the bad guys?

How often has a player character’s alignment change been announced?

What are the more in-depth questions you’re going to answer in the next couple weeks?

Read more at critrolestats.com

[spamtonology]

Hi, my mind has been wondering about how deltarune fandom mischaracterise spamton and make him completly another character for some reason

like i seen some people make his og form very tall, or completly get rid of his voice glitch (Which could be caused by not knowing how to write his glitch which is totally understandble tho), which are very small things to change but personally i think that still changing so obvious things about him is quite... Not in place, because there are just some aspects of characters that MAKE them their own characters, and taking it out of them is either "yeah i dont like that im going to change him So hes exacly to my likings now" or just making completly diffrent character

This also implies about how fanbase either treats him as

1. only joke character, that never intended to be anything else by that, which is very weird cause spamton plays quite important role in dr's lore

2. Too sad/scary character, spamton is totally intended to be goofy weirdo making every Player laugh, skipping it just to him being sad and obsessed about neo is Just not it!

3. Child some sort, where he cannot do a single thing himself and needs help, which is incredibly ableist, but i think this topic has been totally talked about already

Sorry for ramble/rant, but its quite common thing i noticed about deltarune fanbase and spamton, and wanted to know others opinion about it

Thank you for this ask! It’s a great one, and gives me a lot of room to talk, so it goes under a readmore. You do not need to apologize for your ask, feel free to ramble away anytime! I greatly appreciate it!

As usual I want to put in a disclaimer that ultimately, the only person that 100% knows Spamton is his creator, Toby Fox himself. All we as fans can do is interpret and speculate based on what evidence is given in the game, and as is fandom tradition, we can put in headcanons, alternate universes, and more to flesh out his character. All of this is perfectly fine and normal for fandom, however there comes a drawback in fandom, especially when we are met with a “tragic villain” type: woobification. The TVTropes link provided explains it well.

Let’s address your ask itself:

Making Spamton in his original form tall (in this case over 6′0″/182.88 cm, the average height for an adult cisgender man) appears to be a purely aesthetic, stylistic choice and is harmless. I do prefer him short (specifically 4′8″/142.24 cm), but there’s nothing problematic or offensive about changing his height. If you don’t like that, it can be safely ignored.

The voice glitch is another one...I think there’s nothing wrong with substituting the in-game text style for an easier-to-read format to make it accessible for screen readers and visually impaired people. As long as you can tell it’s Spamton, it’s fine. Here’s an example from my fic:

Original: “WH4T?” He set the spoon down, “S0METHING 0N MY [Hair Dryer]?” 

You can see how that would be difficult for some people to read. If I so desired, I would probably change it this way:

Revised: “What?” He set the spoon down, voice warbling in-between glitches. “Something on my--” He stammered, ad-speech taking over his voice yet again, “H-hair dryer?”

It makes the sentence a little longer since I have to translate this text in a descriptive way so the reader understands which part is the bracketed one. Again, nothing wrong with substituting the text in a way that stays faithful to Spamton’s character.

It would only be an issue if the author actively chose not to use the bracketed text because they dislike it greatly, or they want to “cure” his speech impediment. The latter stems from a rather ableist trope of curing a disabled character’s disability and therefore erasing that representation.

As for being unsure how to write his voice, there are some posts on Tumblr, and there is his Wiki page that you can look through for reference. While you might never get it 100% perfect and neither will I, looking through these references can help a lot.

As you said, these are minor examples compared to some others, but they are just as valid as the more major issues with the fandomization of his character!

Now, on to your list:

Points 1 and 2 work well together, and could easily be combined. People need to understand while he is not purely a joke character (example, The Original Starwalker is a pure joke character. Sorry, fans, but he is), he is also not purely a tragic and scary character that the player must fear. He is meant to be funny, but he is also involved in a big part of the plot even as a “secret boss”. Some of the greatest villains in fiction are, indeed, those who manage to be both hilarious and terrifying.

(Yes, he is, per traditional definition, a villain. noun: villain; plural noun: villains 1. (in a film, novel, or play) a character whose evil actions or motives are important to the plot.)

People should not forget that a large chunk of his character is based around internet meme culture; KEYGEN is the most obvious (for those who do not know, it is a reference to a YouTube Poop, and it involves rapidly flashing lights which were much toned down on Spamton’s sprite), and Weirdmageddon has made the connection to internet personality Dril, whose tweets seem eerily similar to how Spamton speaks. Pipis is essentially kid-friendly Viagra.

However, in point 2 there’s a slight mistake, his obsession with NEO is crucial to his character arc and the overall story. While flanderization can happen, you can’t “skip” to him being simply obsessed with NEO, it’s a core of his character and cannot be avoided. It would actually be problematic if you ignored this point of his character (Exceptions being alternate universes and post-recovery situations).

As is true for many of Toby Fox’s other characters, he is multifaceted. He has nuance, and reducing him to one or two traits does Toby’s work a disservice. It is definitely difficult to balance out his character the way Toby manages to do, but it’s not impossible.

 The best way to figure it out is to do research using canon material (fanon is extremely unreliable, even the best fanfiction, and my own humble one, gets a few things wrong), and practice some writing using his character, put him in specific situations and see how he would react according to canon characterization.

The infantilization point has been the most oft-discussed issue with how the fandom treats him, correct, and I’m always happy to discuss it. Not only is it ableist in treating him like a child who is unable to take care of himself (when he displays many symptoms of severe mental illness), it also ignores many other facets about his character, which is so explicitly adult (In the sense that this is a man who was at his peak in 1997 and speaks/behaves distinctly like an older man with severe mental illness, not at all like a child, or even young.)

 However, there is a distinction to be made between this ableist infantilization of his character being helpless, and the very real possibility of being unable to take care of yourself due to mental illness. The latter is something that happens in real life, and people whose Activities of Daily Living are impaired deserve just as much respect and understanding as any other person.

Going by my experience in the fandom. I come to the understanding that some people do not address this disability/impaired ADL aspect and rather focus on making him act like a child and force him in situations that would only be appropriate for small children (See, the personally infamous rubber ducky scene from a fanfiction I will not name).

People who are mentally ill may act irrational in the perspective of non-mentally ill people, and from there comes the harmful stigma that they are equivalent to, or must be treated like, children or wild animals. Great care must be taken to avoid these stereotypes which I already see used so often on Spamton.

This does not include symbolic animal traits such as birds; the bird motif is symbolic of his want of freedom, for example. But while I can make an example for the animal side, I cannot make any example for the child side. There is absolutely nothing to his character that implies a childlike persona, not even his short height.

Spamton can be alluded to being like a bird without being treated like an animal, but in my opinion there is no excuse for infantilizing him.

While you apologized for your “ramble��, I started my own! This may be the longest I have written an answer, and I’m willing to discuss with other people over this, whether agreements, disagreements or additions. Let me know if there is anything you’re still confused on.

[noodlenoises]

I put this on Twitter, but since Twitter's in its death throes, I'm gonna go ahead and give it a shot here!

If you know me, you know that I love gaming. But as a casual player who has been trying to get into ranked matches more often, I have discovered a certain breed of gamer that makes the game objectively worse and more toxic.

I present to you: the ✨sweaty gamer boi ✨. You can recognize this kind of gamer by some or all of the following behaviors:

1. Bad sportsmanship: The sweaty gamer boi likes to punch down at a team they're absolutely destroying. I'm not talking regular trash talking, which is fine and par for the course. I'm talking getting real personal and mean with it.

Bonus points if they use the r slur, which they most definitely will.

2. Nothing's ever their fault: They never take the blame for the game going wrong, even if they blatantly fucked up. They'll often insist on a strategy that they claim is foolproof, and when it doesn't go their way, they blame the rest of the time for not executing the plan well enough. Even if it's an objectively terrible plan.

3. Needlessly mean to teammates: They will mock and humiliate teammates for disagreeing with them, even if it's about something totally innocuous and unrelated to the rated match like just making small talk about sports teams. It's a casual kind of mean that shows that their default setting is just to treat people poorly.

4. Casual sexism: Big shocker this showed up, eh?

They unsubtly make crude sexual innuendos, lots of references to their penis and how they masturbated recently, and laugh about it with the other men in the group the moment they hear a woman's voice. They seem to think we women don't notice or can't read between the lines, but we always do and it's always uncomfortable. These are grown ass men, y'all.

5. Casual racism: They act like mean girls whenever someone with a non-American or non-European accent joins voice and make mocking small talk with them so the group can laugh at and ostracize them because they can't help but act like children and mock anyone who doesn't fit their narrow worldview.

6. You can never leave: They mock their teammates for having to leave the group, especially if the group is on a win streak. Usually insult the leaving person's performance and say they can do or get better. For whatever reason, these guys take you having your own life outside of the game very personally.

I once joined a group where one guy had to leave because his dog was acting strange and he was concerned. Rest of the group proceeded to mock him after he left, for having the audacity to...be worried about his beloved pet.

7. They're always right: They mock you for disagreeing with them and will never admit when they're wrong. If it turns out that they were wrong, they'll still never admit to it; they'll usually just change the subject or bully the group into not bringing it up too much.

8. Center of the universe: They expect the team's entire objective to revolve around them, regardless of their role, the game, or the match they're playing. For example, a dps expecting healers to pocket them the whole game instead of the tank or literally anyone else because they're confident they'll dominate. They usually don't.

9. Palpable discomfort: The rest of the group is audibly uncomfortable and maybe even straight up scared of this one person, so the group turns into a crowd of incels braiding each other's ass hairs and stroking this one guys' ego by eagerly agreeing with him and being his yes men whenever he bullies another player. The rest of the group stays silent out of a fear of being mocked and/or kicked.

10. Ego: They will frequently compliment themselves and their own play style, but rarely, if ever, anyone else's. They are always the reason for the groups' success, but never the reason for its failures.

In conclusion: Video games are supposed to be fun. But I genuinely wonder if men like this even know how to have fun, or if their fun comes in the form of bullying other players, rather than the gameplay itself.

I see these kinds of gamer boys leading groups often, and they always complain that no one ever communicates. If the above points sound at all like you, please note: People don't talk in the groups you run with randoms because you make them feel uncomfortable, anxious, and unwelcome. You have managed to turn something that is supposed to be enjoyable into a sweaty, tense game where there is no room for making mistakes and learning from them. Your unkindness gives gaming a bad rap, and whether you really are an awesome badass player or not, the game would be better off without you.

[havin-a-wee]

If Only She Knew

pairing: dad!harry x cheerleader!reader

word count: 4.2k

warnings: smut (fingering + unprotected sex), cheerleading position implies readers weight, 20 year age gap

hi! ive been having some really bad writers block but i wrote this and even though its def not my best work i like it enough to post it :) also, i totally didn't mean to imply the readers weight, i only realized afterwards, so im really sorry about that. also the age gap is kinda big, so if ur uncomfy with that you shouldn't read this <3

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“Geez watch where you’re going!”

You don’t even look up at the girl, recognizing her nasally voice easily from how annoying it is. You were nose deep in a book while walking down the school hallway, and of course your worst enemy had to be walking down the same hallway, at the same time, in the opposite direction. You are both at fault for the collision, considering Ella had her eyes locked on her instagram feed. But knowing the girl, there is no way in hell that she will take any responsibility, even though you are the one who has coffee dripping down the front of your white blouse.

Since middle school, Ella Styles has always hated you. You have never known why, but she seems to have a vendetta against you, and tries her best to make your life miserable. You never let her, always refraining from giving her the explosive reaction that she was looking for. And that makes her hate you even more.

High school is over in 2 months, and although you are going to miss the freedom of being a child, you most definitely won’t miss the people from the tiny town you’ve lived in since you were young. You’ve always been the type of person to have a small friend group, only 4 people in your circle. But that’s how you like it, because crippling social anxiety makes it difficult for you to meet new people.

“I- sorry.” You still don’t look at her, instead peeling the soaking wet top off of your stomach.

“You better be sorry.” She flips her blonde hair, ensuring that the fluffy locks hit you right in the face. You are lucky this time seeing as she didn’t take it further, because sometimes she would purposely embarrass you after small incidents such as this one.

Tears well at your waterline and you run into the nearest bathroom, pushing open the blue door and locking yourself in a stall.

After all these years of torment, Ella rarely was able to get to you. But sometimes, she does something that pushes you off the edge, leaving you with red, tear-stained cheeks. The final straw this time was her ruining your brand new shirt, the one you were anxiously waiting to debut at school.

But now there was coffee dripping down your chest and staining the bright white fabric. Your only saving grace is the cheerleading uniform in your backpack. In fact, you were walking to the locker room to change for practice, and then for the game at 6 tonight.

You had been excited for the game, knowing that Friday night games always led to parties and fun afterwards. You rarely go to parties of course, but the buzzing energy never fails to rub off on you. But now that stupid Ella had to go and mess up your day, you’re dreading seeing her smug face while she asserts her dominance as cheer captain.

You untie your top and rip it off in a haste, frustrated tears running down your face periodically. You could’ve put a jacket on and gone to the locker room, but Ella would be going there soon, and the last thing you want to do is run into her with teary eyes. She can’t know that you let her get to you.

You brush your hands down your uniform, pulling down the skimpy costume and stuffing your old clothes in your backpack. Once out of the stall, you pull your hair up into a high ponytail, reapply your lip gloss and walk back into the hallway, having already done your makeup that morning. You’re happy that it’s a home game today, because the home game uniforms are two pieces and the skirts are smaller than the ones on the away game uniforms. There is a certain someone you are looking to impress, and the way your tits spill out from the top of the outfit will most certainly help you in your mission.

It’s not like you need to impress him, because he’s shown time and time again that he finds you sexy no matter what you wear. And when he doesn’t tell you, he shows you, by pressing his hard on up against your ass after you just woke up, despite your messy hair and bare face.

However, he also loves when you tease him. And that’s exactly what you’re planning to do.

You sling your heavy backpack over one shoulder and trudge down the hallway, the old fluorescent lights practically blinding you on your journey. The locker room is dingy, smelling of cheap soap and Victoria’s Secret perfume. At least it doesn’t smell like the boys locker room, which smells like sweat and more sweat.

It's already bustling with people, your teammates scrambling to get ready in time as to not get yelled at by the coach.

“Y/N!” The familiar shout of your best friend Rose is like a breath of fresh air, and you bound over to her. She’s standing in front of your lockers, the two of you obviously picking ones next to each other. “Wait, why are you already changed?”

“The bitch spilled her coffee all over me,” you grumbled, your eyes shifting over to where Ella and her little goons are giggling.

“I keep telling you, anytime you want me to beat her up I will gladly do it.”

“Not that I doubt your abilities Rose, because I know you would have her on the ground in a heartbeat, but I can’t let you do that. She can’t know that she upsets me.” You lower your voice for the second sentence, irrationally fearing that she can hear you over the loud chatter echoing through the room.

“I still think you should let me beat her up, but you do you I guess.” Rose shrugged her shoulders and turned back to her locker, bursting out into laughter with you after a beat of silence.

The rest of the getting ready process goes smoothly, Rose distracting you from the girl side-eyeing you in the corner. Soon enough, the whole squad was in formation outside, and you have your hands on the shoulders of Rose and another girl named Bethany. You are a flyer, meaning that you’re the one who the bases support while you pose and flip in the air. Its a hard job, but you are one of only three girls on the team who is advanced enough at flying to be safe doing it in routines. One of the other three girls is Ella.

Ella is the flyer for the middle group, seeing as she is the captain. You are on the right and the other group is on the left. Luckily, Rose is a base in your group, so you feel a lot better putting your safety in the hands of someone you already trust with your life.

“ELLA! YOU’RE DOING IT WRONG!” Coach Habbiths voice is piercing, her angry shrieks bouncing off your ear drums. Ella audibly huffs, displaying her frustration with the critiques she has been receiving since we learned the routine weeks ago. That’s one of the biggest problems with Ella, she believes that she's always right.

Every single practice she has done a needle instead of a scale at the end of the routine. It's aggravating for everyone, and that frustration is amplified everytime she makes the same mistake over and over. “Alright, everyone down. group 1 and group 3 take five, Ella and group 2 stay on the field.

The team obliged to her instructions, and you are brought down from the air.

“Okay Ella, I want you to watch how Y/N does the last move, because she’s actually doing it correctly.” Coach is standing in front of you now, and she emphasized the word ‘correctly’. This is much to Ella’s dismay, and much to your excitement.

Nothing brings you more joy than seeing Ella’s face when you one up her, and this time is no exception.

Aside from a few eye rolls and nasty looks, Ella corrects the move without much fuss. By now there's 15 minutes until the game, and the players have been warming up on the field for about half an hour.

“Did you see her face!” Rose tugs on your arm while you walk back to the locker room, water bottles in hand.

“I know! I should’ve taken a picture!”

“We can only hope that it knocked her ego down a peg.”

“I doubt it” Rose nodded in agreement and you continued your chatter, talking about the random things that best friends talk about.

“It’s go time ladies!” You jumped in surprise when Coach Habbiths yelling booms through the locker room, the hefty amount of metal in the room enhancing the echo.

In a blur, your entire team rushed out onto the field, the crisp air cooling your warmed skin. There was a huge crowd. probably the biggest the teams ever had. But that makes sense, because this game was against your school's biggest rival. Luckily, despite the huge crowd you were able to lock eyes with those piercing green irises you have gotten to know so well over the past couple months. Everytime you see him he gets more and more attractive, and this time is no exception.

At this point, the teams routine is muscle memory and you’re done with it before you can blink. Most people would think that being thrown in the air is memorable, but your main concern is the growing wet patch on your panties that spreads each time you squeeze your thighs together. Just the thought of the man is enough to turn you on, and now that you’re sitting on the cold metal bench your imagination has time to go wild.

The only thing that snapped you out of your daze was the eruption of appaulause from the audience, and the realization that the other cheerleaders were standing up and running towards the players. You breath out a sigh of relief, recognizing the cheering as a signal that the game has ended.

“Hey, you coming?” Rose tugs on your arm, looking down at you still on the bench.

“Um, actually I don’t feel so well, I think I’m going to go home.”

“I should’ve known. You know, one day you’re going to have to go to a party.” Rose places her hands on her hips, giving you a sarcastically annoyed stare.

“And today is not that day.” You grab your backpack and sling it over your shoulder, turning back to Rose for a second. “Have fun and be safe.”

“I always do.” Rose places a chaste kiss on your cheek before turning back to the gathering crowd on the turf.

Instead of heading to the sidewalk and walking home, you duck under the bleachers and walk down the gravel path, pushing open the fence that separates the field and the school. The contents of your backpack slosh around while you sway your hips as you walk. Finally, you make it to the back wall of the school, leaning your back against it and plopping your heavy backpack down by your feet.

And now you wait.

Much to your convenience, the wait this time isn’t long, only five minutes passing before you see the familiar man following the same path you did earlier.

He has a pair of brown slacks on, pressing against his waist courtesy of his black belt. A button up white shirt hides the tattoos on his stomach, but he's rolling up his sleeves as he walks over to you. He's walking with intention, hungry eyes zeroed in on you.

When he’s only steps away, you cheekily bite your lip and use your finger to push up your skirt a little bit more.

Your actions have the intended effect, his eyes blowing wide and hands grasping at your waist.

“Y’can’t do that.”

Before you have a chance to ask what he means, his lips collide with yours, his tongue slipping in only moments after the initial kiss. But as soon as he started, he pulls away.

“Y’can’t be teasing me on the field like tha’, had me hard next t’my friends.” His hand is on the wall above your head, and his other arm is wrapped around your waist pulling you into his chest. He’s panting, and you are too.

“Sorry Mr. Styles,” you push your bottom lip out in a pout, giving him the most innocent look possible. “Just wanted to wear it cause I know how much you like it.”

“Aw, my babygirl wore this f’me? Well I guess y’can be forgiven. Now let’s get t’my house before I fuck yeh right on this wall.” He places a soft kiss to your lips picking up your backpack from the floor and turning to the direction of his car.

“But it hurts!” He turns around again, giving you a sympathetic look and caressing your cheek. The rings on his fingers are cold, but you’re used to the feeling.

“I know sweet girl, but I can’t take care of yeh here, s’too risky.” He pauses for a moment, thinking of a solution to your not so little problem. “How bout I give y’my fingers in the car? Hows that sound hm?” You nod eagerly, pulling his hand down from your cheek and holding it. He takes the signal and begins walking to his car while you follow him.

You never planned to sleep with your bullies dad. But a few months ago your parents dragged you to a family friends housewarming party, and that friend happened to be a friend of Harry’s too. There were no other teenagers there, so your focus was on the attractive older man who had been checking you out since you first locked eyes, and after ending up in the upstairs bathroom together the two of you have been fucking at least twice a week. You only learned that he’s a dad when you saw him for the first time outside the party. He didn’t look the part, and you actually thought he was in his 20s until he corrected you. He’s 38, having become a parent at only 20 years old. Your relationship is a bit taboo, but you’re a mature 18 year old and you and Harry get along well. So well that your time together has developed from casual sex to a mutually exclusive relationship. (Neither of you like labels, but you’re basically boyfriend and girlfriend).

He makes you really happy, and when you have to face off against Ella, it helps knowing that you have power over her, even though she doesn’t know it.

“Did she do anything today?” Harry is walking beside you, hands still intertwined.

“Besides spilling coffee on my shirt, nothing much.” Harry sighs in frustration and squeezes your hand as a show of affection.

“M’so sorry, I wish y’didn’t ‘ave to deal with her.”

The thing about Harry and Ella is they can barely be considered family. Ella’s mom is, for lack of a better word, a bitch. She’s snobby, conceited, and rude, and those behaviors have rubbed off on Ella. Another thing that rubbed off on her was her mom’s hatred for Harry. Being young parents put strain on their already struggling relationship, and they split before Ella’s first birthday. Harry said he tried his best to make it work for Ella’s sake, but her mom was looking for someone to pay for her life, and Harry had just started working his way up as a businessman.

Now, he’s a CEO, but luckily Ella’s mom already found a new beau with plenty of money, so she didn’t come crawling back to him. However, the success Harry achieved only a few years after their breakup made her jealous, and so she instilled that anger in their daughter. So currently Ella spends most of her time with her mother, and when she is with Harry she doesn’t treat him kindly.

“It’s not your fault Harry, you don’t have to apologize for her actions.”

“I know, I jus’ hate tha’ she treats yeh like that.” He sighs again, reaching into his pocket to grab his keys. In a few more steps you’re standing outside the sleek black suv, walking around to the passenger seat and sliding in once you hear the click of the door unlocking.

You both take a few seconds to breathe, an unspoken gesture to prepare for the night's events. Harry turns to you, a sexy smirk plastered on his face. “What d’ya think about fixin’ that ache darlin?” You nod eagerly, sliding down a bit in your seat to give your legs room to spread. “Think yeh can take off y’skirt fo’me?” Your head bobs once again as you nod, hooking your fingers under the elastic waistband and shimmying out of the skirt. While you’re doing that, Harry turns the car into the deserted street, using only one hand to steer.

You toss the tiny skirt into his lap, giving him a signal without distracting his eyes from the road. He reacts immediately, his free hand coming down to squeeze your thigh. You mewl at the contact and bite down on your lip, trying to stop your hips from bucking up in search of relief. His squeezes move up your thigh, and finally his fingers press against your weeping cunt. Swiftly, he pushes your soiled panties to the side, swiping his fingers up your folds collecting your juices. You shriek and buck your hips up into his hand, but much to your dismay he removes it from between your thighs. The car comes to a stop at a red light, and Harry takes the moment to look at you, his eyes wandering your squirming body. He’s practically drooling when he places his fingers in his mouth, tasting your sweet wetness.

“Sorry pup, jus’ needed t’taste yeh.” He chuckles again, and you whine softly in desperation. In one quick motion, he dives his hand back to your pussy, pressing his thumb on your swollen clit.

“Fuck!” The pleasure shoots up your spine, goosebumps raising across your body as he rubs circles on the puffy button. “Harry- please,”

“What d’ya want puppy? Want m’fingers?”

“Yes, yes,” you breathe out, words barely comprehensible through your panting.

“Alright, alright, I gotcha.” And with that his two fingers press into you, filling your tight hole perfectly. There is no hesitation before he begins pumping the digits in and out of you and his thumb never lets up on your bundle of nerves. “Such a needy puppy, got yeh soaking f’me from out in the stands hm?” His eyes are still on the road, but you can picture the lust filled eyes that are undoubtedly on his face.

“Get so wet jus- just thinkin’ about you,” you gasp, writhing as his fingers slam in and out of you.

“Yeah? This is my cunt, m’the only one who can make yeh this wet, isn’t tha’ right?”

“Only Harry.” At your confirmation he speeds his hand up, your vision clouding with white spots as the knot building in your stomach grows tighter and tighter.

All of a sudden, he pulls his fingers out of you, leaving you empty. “Wha-” You begin to question him but you realize that he’s pulling into his driveway. Instead of complaining, you sit up quickly and unbuckle your seatbelt, pulling your skirt back up your legs to avoid being nude on his front lawn.

As soon as you feel the little jolt your hand yanks on the handle and you hop out of the car. Your brain is fuzzy with need and all you are focused on is alleviating the aching between your thighs. You hear Harry lock the car while you're on the steps, and you turn back to ensure that he’s behind you. And sure enough, he’s hot on your trail, just as eager as you to get inside and onto his bed. Your foot is tapping on the ground anxiously, waiting for Harry to unlock the front door. After what seems like an hour, he is next to you again, fumbling with the silver keychain in his hand, eventually unlocking and pushing open the door. You both practically run inside, hands roaming each other's bodies and lips locking as you shuffle through the hall.

You disconnect breathlessly when you reach the stairs, subconsciously wrapping your hands around Harry’s neck so he can pick you up bridal style. He does so hastily, barely a second passing before he’s plopping you onto the fluffy mattress. “Finally,” he pants, hands fumbling with his belt buckle. There’s a prominent bulge in his trousers, and although you’ve seen it plenty, you are always in awe at how thick and big he is. While he’s busy removing his clothes, you are practically drooling at the sight of his bare cock, full, heavy, and dripping precome.

“Harry?”

He looks back down at you with his emerald green eyes, simultaneously dropping his recently-removed shirt on the floor. “Can I ride you?” The look he gives you is indescribable, a mixture of need, lust, cockiness, and beauty all rolled up into one.

“Whatever y’want puppy,” His hands scoop under your ass, and he lifts you up and switches your positions. Now it’s your turn to undress, and Harry makes himself busy by running his hands up and down your torso. “So gorgeous, y’know that?” You nod quickly then pull your shirt off of your head. “Most beautiful girl in the world I reckon.” You blush at the compliment, butterflies being added to the many sensations occuring in your body. You straddle his thighs, wrapping your hand around his length and tugging a few times. A loud groan rumbles through his throat, and you smile knowing you’re the one who made him feel like that. “Thought- thought yeh said y’wanted to ride me pup.”

“I do.” You keep your hand on his cock, sitting up on your knees and lining him up with your weeping cunt. All at once, your body is put at ease as his cock fills you up perfectly. He bottoms out inside of you, both of you moaning and groaning while you adjust. “So big-” Your words come out in choppy pants, the syllables being cut off by your heaves. You suck in one deep breath and move upwards, sinking back down onto him quickly. His large hands hold a tight grip on your waist, guiding you up and down his member. His lips attach to your neck, suckling on the supple skin just enough so that it doesn’t bruise.

“What a dirty little puppy you are,” he growls, eyes focusing heavily on where your bodies connect, watching himself disappear inside of you as you bounce up and down on his cock.

“Feel so full-” Tingles ricochet down every part of your body, and your legs are becoming weaker with each movement. Harry can feel your movement faltering, so his hips thrust upwards to meet yours, fucking you from underneath. “Harry!”

“I know pup, I know.” His thumb strokes your cheek and he leans in for another kiss, devouring your plump lips and swirling his tongue around yours. “So fuckin tight,” The words tumble from his mouth in a low growl, which sends the butterflies in your stomach into a frenzy. His cock twitches inside of you, encouraging you to muster all your energy and finish both of you off. Adrenaline kicks in and your strength returns, riding him faster and harder than before. “Let go f’me Y/N.” It only takes a few more thrusts for you to come undone, Harry’s orgasm following suit. The waves of pleasure roll through your body, and you throw your head back in ecstasy as you allow the feeling to overcome your body. Spurts of his hot cum cover your velvety walls and you ride out your orgasms together, resting your foreheads against one another.

You end up sleeping at his house, feeling safe knowing that Ella is staying with her mom today. It’s normal for you to sleep at his place, seeing as both of you are usually so tired that you pass out before you can leave. What isn’t normal is for you to be woken up in the morning by Harry’s phone ringing. Harry is a deep sleeper, and you laugh at the sight of him conked out while his ringtone blares on the nightstand just a few inches away. Carefully, you reach over his sleeping body and grab the phone, planning on hanging it up and going back to bed. However, when you saw that it was Ella calling, you changed your mind. Making a split second decision, you slide the icon to the right, holding it up to your ear.

“Hello?” Her whiney voice rings through your eardrum and you wince. Not the nicest thing to be woken up to.

“Hello,” you answer, your voice not reflecting the cocky grin that spread across your face.

“Who the hell is this!” she shrieks, and you make a mental note that she must not be a morning person.

“A friend of your dads.” Your response is once again calm and monotone, trying to stifle the laugh that is bubbling in your throat.

“Ugh! What’s your name?”

“Y/N. Y/N Y/L/N”

[hollypies]

oh ! i thought you had to go to eden to get those red candles (?)

i just assumed players with a lot of cosmetics were just very determined and went to eden like 4772758 times

Sorry this took a bit to answer!!

Ok so!

Sky info time!! Strap in folks!!! This is.. very long lol

Most cosmetics are gained from seasons, but that's a different type of candle so we'll ignore that for now

So! Main spirits, to get their cosmetics what you need is hearts! For the days of you need regular candles!

Now, every spirit has a "tree". You will need two to three ascended candles for each spirit (some are more but not by much). If you complete Eden and give out your wl to every statue you should get about 14 ascended candles! Eden resets every Sunday so every week you can get another 14 ascended candles.

As I was saying about the main spirits, there are 37 in total. Estimated you only need two or three ascended candles for each on. Estimated! So. Two times 37? About 74? My math could be wrong lol.

But ASSUMING I got my math right how many Eden trips would that be? 74 divided by 14 ? About five. So , because this is estimated I'd recommend going to Eden about six times to get every main spirits cosmetics!!

oh but Holly, that's so much!!! And what about the traveling spirits?? And the Days of spirits??? They also need ascended candles to unlock the cool cosmetics!

Ooooh you sweet summer child that lives in my brain! That's where the new Shattering events come into play!

So. Since the season of shattering, Eden shards will crash into one realm depending on the day. Now most Eden shards give regular candle wax, BUT! Some give you ASCENDED candle wax. Enough to give you about two . Note that if you've already done a shard that day redoing it would be pointless. There'd be no extra wax for u lol.

So. The main Eden runs, about 6 of them is all u need for the main spirits. For the traveling spirits all you need to do is stick to the Shattering Shards. After all, those are a daily thing and much easier than Eden. People tend to leave performance candles to give solo players a quick charge, which is literally so nice and so so useful!

Hope this poorly written guide is useful! Im not great at math so. I could be wrong. Besides what you really are gonna need is hearts.. a lot of them

ALSO! remember that every spirit that you give ascended candles to will give you a permanent wing light. Alwasy get the traveling spirits permanent wl because who knows when they'll be back.

What you're really gonna need is regular candles. A normal candle run will net you around 20 so ! Not that bad, just time consuming! I have. No ways to tell u to heart farm because that's. Things your friends give u and there's a glitch atm that won't let my friends give me hearts :(

ALSO JUST STICK WITH THE SHATTERING SHARDS ATM AS WELL!!! On switch at least there's a. Bug that gives you only ONE ASCENDED CANDLE FOR A COMPLETE EDEN RUN IM LITERALLY FULL OF RAGE. so until that's fixed just . Uh. Stick with the shards

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Hope you’re having/had a great day! Weird request, but how does the squad’s room or side of their room look like?? Like who’s messy or what posters are on the wall?? Any special blankets or worn out teddies?? Hope that makes sense 🥰 thankss

wait this isnt a weird request at all i think it's awesome! course this is my version of these characters and how i imagine their rooms are so if you don't think it's fitting, that's fine! also, i imagine most of them are living in their own apartments instead of barracks here.

top gun: maverick pilot's rooms

1. rooster

i think our boy roost is an organized mess in his room. for the most part, it looks somewhat put together, but some things are strewn across the room. i also imagine his bed is made, but not neat if that makes sense. when he puts the sheets and blankets on the bed, he tucks them in so that when he gets out of bed, he can just throw the corner of the sheets over and it looks put together. as for the decorations in the room, he has family pictures and his achievements strewn across the walls. i also definitely think he has a couple really worn out stuffed animals one from his dad (yes it is a goose with sunglasses) and one from mav (a stuffed brown bear in a flight suit).

2. hangman

if theres one thing i think about jake, it's that our boy is neat and organised and his room showcases that. he has shelves and organised boxes etc. in his apartment. in his room specifically i do imagine he has at least one poster of anne hathaway or a small pic of her along with family pictures and his diplomas. he also has one worn out brown bear from childhood, yes it has a little cowboy hat on it and a bandana as well.

3. phoenix

the vibes i get from nat are def aesthetic and cozy. the colours i imagine that are predominantly in her room are a sage green, white, and mellow or honey yellow. i think she'd be somewhat messy in her room, but it isn't too disorganised. she has plants around her room; specifically ones that can survive without a lot of water since she can sometimes forget to water them. on her bed, she has a tshirt blanket gifted to her by her mother and a cow squishmallow gifted to her by her two younger brothers last time they visited her. i also like to imagine she has a couple street/road signs posted in her room (not stolen, don't worry).

4. bob

bobby would definitely be neat and organised in my opinion. i think he believes a clean room promotes a clear mind. i also like to think he has some indie artist posters and aesthetic paintings with a couple comics on his shelves and a record player. on his bed, he has a white stuffed bear that's in a flight suit, it was a parting gift given to him by his momma.

5. fanboy

i think out of all the pilots, they would consider fanboy to be messiest. sure he doesn't fix his bed every day and maybe sometimes he has a chair he throws some clothes on, but other than that it looks fine. i like to think fanboy would have a slight comic aesthetic along with modern elements and decor in his room. he def has a bunch of blankets, two of which are from his childhood home (you know the thick ones with the tiger or rose on them) and his childhood comfort blanket (it has elephants on them). however, he only keeps two blankets on his bed at a time.

6. payback

i also think payback would be neat in his room. he definitely has blackout curtains because he likes to sleep in on his days off and loves total darkness in general. he would totally have cds and records on display. he doesn't have a specific childhood stuffed animal, but he does keep some action figures of characters he loved as a child that were gifted to him by his dad on display (transformers are def one of them you cannot tell me otherwise)

7. coyote

last but not least, we have javy. i think the state if his room depends on how busy he is but he leans toward neat most of the time. he doesn't have much on his walls in his room besides a couple paintings gifted to him by his older sister, but throughout his apartment he has photos of his family (both his own and his navy fam) along with his achievements and plane pics displayed. mans sleeps with three blankets, the loose sheet, the thick blanket with wolves on them (same type of blanket fanboy has) and a light blanket on top that has a dog design (it was a childhood blanket his mother insisted on him taking when he left)