#anyway go play better video games than the last of us. you deserve it.

[edrel-whitlock]

I agree with OP but it's coming at this whole thing from the wrong angle. Video Games are an art form. But we shouldn't be arguing about what video games should be qualified as art and which shouldn't. We should be arguing about what video games are good video games.

What video games out there are doing things that can only be done in an interactive medium? That's the question we should be asking.

The Last of Us fails because it doesn't want to be interactive. It wants to be a movie so badly. You can (and they are) take the story wholesale and adapt it to a non-interactive medium and what do you actually lose from the experience? Lore bits, combat, and sneaking. But that’s the thing, people love to (wrongly) praise the last of us as peak video games because of the story and because Joel emotes real good! But the way the story is told and joel being a sad angry guy are both linear and disconnected from the actual game! The Last of Us is an average video game at best with an above-average character performance. It's nothing more special than any of the uncharted games.

My point is everyone should go play Outer Wilds (and it's dlc Echos of the Eye) and experience a story that can only exist in an interactive format (and go figure out how to break the fabric of space-time while you're at it).

Or, if you can go play Metal Gear Solid 3: Snake Eater: Subsistence and spin snake around in the med screen till he gets sick. Now that's a fucking video game that knows its a video game.

I think putting games like The Last of Us or other games that can only be distinguished as being “cinematic” forward as arguments for “games are art” is misguided at best. Because games like that don’t prove that games are art. They’re just proving that movies are art, again, with some gameplay in between.

If the only way to prove that a game is art is how well it can emulate film, you’re not proving games are art, you’re proving that games can be mediocre movies. A game can have a strong narrative without stopping the gameplay to turn into a movie, and the narrative can be expressed not only during but *through* its gameplay. And THAT would prove games are art, since it’s something that movies can’t do.

When you ask me for games that “feel” like they can be called art, I would much sooner put forward something like Hades or Psychonauts or Dark Souls.

[mellowsadistic]

The Magician's Game - Chapter 13

Becky’s New Life

Becky awoke from her midafternoon nap, and was immediately assaulted by the strong smell of baby powder, pee, and something yuckier. Every time she woke up, she prayed that everything she’d gone through with the Magician had all been some terrible dream, but when she opened her eyes, it was to see the white bars of her crib in front of her face, and the daycare’s naptime room beyond. It was a sight she’d become very familiar with over the last few months.

She got to her hands and knees, her bare breasts dangling beneath her, and felt her diaper droop heavily between her legs, almost brushing the plastic mattress cover of her cot. She screwed up her face in disgust and shame. She felt as though she was trapped in a nightmare. This was who she was now; an overgrown baby who filled her nappies in her sleep like a one-year-old. It wasn’t the first time it had happened. In fact, some of her former colleagues at the daycare had even made sure to capture it on video, so they could force her to watch her sleeping self lift her bottom into the air and start packing her oversized Pampers while they tittered. None of them liked her – they remembered how dismissive she’d been of their careers, the ones for whom it was more than just a Summer job, and how haughty and harsh she’d been with the children. In their minds, she was getting exactly what she deserved.

Becky got awkwardly to her feet, seething with anger. She hated all of them! How dare those stupid bitches treat her like this just because she hadn’t wanted to spend the rest of her life wiping poopy bottoms! Tears welled up in her eyes. At least it would’ve been better than spending her days getting her own poopy bottom wiped by somebody else… Even after months in diapers, she still hadn’t got used to them. She was starting to think she never would.

One of the daycare staff came over once they saw her standing up in her crib. Erica. Becky felt her spirits sink even lower. They were around the same age, and they’d hated each other when they’d been colleagues. Erica was nothing short of delighted at Becky’s fate. “Finally up from your nap, hmm?” she smirked. “We thought you might stay asleep all day, Beckers! It’s one of your favourite things to do now, isn’t it? Napping? Right up there with going to the toilet in your pants.”

Becky clenched her fists in fury, but did her best to keep her expression blank. She was desperate to get out of her messy nappy, and Erica wouldn’t change her if she was rude. “Please…” she began, but then she saw Erica’s raised eyebrows and realised her mistake. “I mean, pwease Miss Ewica! Baby Becky made a boom-boom! Can I have a clean nappy to poop in?”

Erica laughed nastily. “Oh no, Becky-poo, I don’t think so,” she cooed, her eyes glinting maliciously. “That was very cute, but you’ve only just made a stinky while you were napping! That diapee can hold an awful lot more. What was it you always said? What’s the point in changing the little brats when they’re just going to crap their pants again in a few minutes anyway?”

Becky whimpered.

“Come on, baby-butt,” Erica said, lifting her out of the crib with a grunt of effort and carrying her out of the naptime room and over to a corner where all the daycare’s other charges, her equals, were playing with blocks and dolls and toy cars and stuffed animals. “It’s playtime now,” said Erica. “You can have a nappy change later.” She plopped Becky down on her full diaper, making her groan in disgust.

Another daycare worker came over, a slightly older woman. Harriet was kinder than Erica, but she was no less pleased by where Becky had ended up. She looked down at the twenty-year-old woman on the floor with a patronising smile. “I see this little one’s done naptime potty-poos!” she chuckled. “You’re such a little stinker, aren’t you Becky?”

“Yes, Miss Hawwiet,” Becky lisped. She didn’t have much choice but to answer. Ignoring their questions was the fastest way to earn her a red bottom. The daycare didn’t normally allow corporal punishment, but they made a special exception for her, and most of the staff were constantly looking for any excuse to take her over their knees and spank her to tears. She didn’t know who was worse; Erica, who taunted her constantly about how far she’d fallen, or Harriet, who treated her like she really was just a silly little two-year-old.

Becky played with the stupid toys for what felt ages, closely supervised by Harriet, doing her best to keep her mind off the load in her pants. At last, lunchtime came around. The horrible baby food was nothing to look forward to, but at least it was a break from the monotony of playing with mind-numbing baby toys, and every second was a step closer to getting out of her messy nappy. Harriet led her over to a row of highchairs on one side of the room, where she was lifted up and crammed into the seat.

“Miss Hawwiet, pwease can I have-” she began, but Harriet interrupted her, anticipating her question.

“You can have a change after num-nums, Becky,” she said firmly.

Becky hung her head meekly and allowed herself to be fed spoonful after spoonful of mashed up peas and carrots.

“There’s a good girl!” Harriet cooed in a high-pitched, stomach-churning baby voice. “That’s a good baby! Little miss stinky-bum loves her nummy-nums, doesn’t she? Yes she does! Yes she does!”

Once she’d gone through several jars of baby food, the nipple of a large bottle was popped into her mouth, and Becky started guzzling down the milk within. Harriet held her bottle for her – she was considered far too immature to do it by herself. She hadn’t even held a knife and fork in months, not that they would have been much use to her when all her food went through a blender before it touched her lips.

Becky was halfway through her bottle when she started to wet herself. Instinctively she tried to clamp down on the flow, hoping that this time, somehow, her continence might have returned. But nothing happened. Warm pee soaked her already wet naptime diaper. Her oversized Pampers were now full of so much wee-wee that she could feel it pooling beneath her, unable to be absorbed by the thoroughly sodden padding. It felt almost as bad as the disgusting mess squishing against her bottom.

Finally, with her stomach full to burst with baby food and formula, Becky finished her lunch. Harriet lifted her out of her highchair and carried her over to one of the many changing tables that lined one wall of the room. “Erica!” she called, depositing Becky on the changing table. “Would you mind changing Becky’s nappy? I need to see to the other babies.”

“No problem!” Erica called back. She came over with a sneer on her face. “Hi, Becky-wecky,” she taunted, once Harriet had left. “Somebody definitely needs a diapee change,” she said, wrinkling her nose. “What a yucky little girl you are, Becky! Always pooping your pants. You used to hate changing messy nappies so much. How does it feel wearing them yourself, knowing that you’ll never use a toilet again?”

Becky couldn’t look her in the eyes. She could feel tears welling up inside them.

Erica pushed her onto her back and started undoing the tapes of her diaper. She gave the front a quick little rub as she did so. “Crinkle, crinkle!” she teased. “Do you remember what it was like to have a man touch you down here?” She laughed. “Do you even remember what it was like to wear panties? You are quite pretty – I bet you had no trouble getting guys. But those days are over now, aren’t they Becky? No more boyfriends for you. The best you can hope is for a handsome daycare worker to change you!”

Becky started to cry.

“Awww,” cooed Erica, her tone mockingly sweet. “Poor wittle thing. Does baby Becky-wecky miss being a gwown-up? Does she miss wearing big girl clothes and eating adult food and having people talk to her like she’d not two years old? Does she wish she could use the potty again instead of doing all her pee-pees and poo-poos in her pants?”

Becky cried even harder, until Erica took a large pink dummy out of her apron pocket and shoved it into her mouth.

“There we go!” she said happily. “That will shut the baby up.” Then she pulled down the front of Becky’s nappy and lifted her legs into the air by her ankles. “This is where you belong, Becky,” she said, wiping at the woman’s messy bottom with one wet wipe after another. “On your back, legs up, getting your dirty diaper changed. I can’t think of a more perfect way for you to spend your life!”

Becky wailed like an infant as Erica finished wiping, powdering, and changing her bottom into a clean, dry nappy. Once the final tape was in place, Erica picked her up once again and carried her back through to the naptime room to deposit her in her crib, this time for her afternoon nap.

“Night-night, Becky-poo!” Erica said, patting her firmly on her padded bottom before she left. “See you when you wake up!”

Still sniffling, Becky buried her face in her pillow and quickly felt herself drifting off. She’d taken so many naps now that her body was used to it. Her eyes fluttered shut, and just as she drifted off to sleep, her bowels lurched into life once more, so that she could go through it all again. And again and again and again, until her adult mind finally broke forever, and she was left as a drooling, pants-filling baby for the rest of her days.

[cattimeswithjellie]

Stream Recap, Skizzleman, 7/03/24

((Got my internet back this morning, phew! I did post a poll last night for anyone who has input on which Hermits I ought to be concentrating on recapping. Go and vote in it if you have Thoughts, or send me an ask if your thoughts are more lengthy. In the meantime, enjoy Skizzleman starting up his Attorney's Office build, hanging out with Tango, being a guinea pig for Pearl, and discussing with Chat why the fans keep making him an angel.))

4:45 Skizz opens the stream with a black screen. He greets the Chat and gives everyone an unnerving stare for several seconds. One day, he promises, he will really commit to the bit and see how long he can hold that stare just to bother chat. He thanks subs and donos and opens the game. He is standing on the highest current level of his pyramid. Skizz has taken it very easy the past two days and is feeling lazy about it. There is lots to talk about today!

9:30 Skizz flies to his base while talking about dog problems. Kevin Bubbles has been very naughty lately. Skizz is not concerned about the possibility of Doc taking revenge against him for the court case. Skizz feels lazy because all his current projects are actually doing okay right now and the holiday long weekend is coming up, so he could’ve been on the server but wasn’t. He is not going to let himself feel guilty about that, though. Instead, there is a build plan for today! Skizz flies to the shopping district and lands on Poe Poe HQ, facing the empty corner between it and the Courthouse. He is going to build an attorney’s office! He put a lot of time and effort into building the “Skizz Attorney” character he made for the Cleo v. Doc court case, put a lot of TLC into the video, got a lot of good feedback, and now he does not want it to be a one-and-done anymore. (Highlights include Skizz telling his wife that he had to spend an evening prepping his case because he was going to court the next day.)

13:00 Skizz has talked to Bdubs and Scar about adding an attorney’s office to the area where they have been building and they were enthusiastic about the idea. Skizz is nervous because he’ll be building right next to large builds by two exceptional builders. He’s going to give it a try anyway, knowing all along that there is the possibility that at some point he will tear the whole thing down, put the grass back, and just give up. It’s a possibility, but it’s better to try than not to try!

15:40 A chatter asks Skizz what his feelings are on the “Angel” portrayal of Skizz in fanart. Skizz wants to make it clear that he is very honored by all fanart, but he’s not sure where the angel thing came from. He is super-distracted by a 100-sub bomb. Chat is very excited too. He thanks subs and donos. A chatter asks about how to get their stream restarted. He tells them to ask themselves why they want to stream, and if any part of that is “I love it,” then that’s enough. Ignore everything else and do it because you love it. He especially thanks the chatter who gave many subs.

20:00 Chat reminds Skizz that he was talking about fanart. He reiterates that he loves fanart, and the angel thing is sweet, but he does not deserve to be portrayed as an angel. They don’t upset him but he likes the art better without them. He thanks more subs and donos. A chatter asks why Impulse “cheated” with Jimmy to play Among Us. Skizz pretends to be upset but he is not, he and Impulse will play Among Us again. Skizz needs shulker boxes. He goes to his portal tunnel to empty a shulker of cobblestone, but it turns out that “throwing item” is enough to trigger the skulk sensor that activates the “Sup, buddeh,” noise, which plays about 15 times. Skizz is confused at first, then starts doing it for fun. The same chatter from before gifts another 100 subs.

26:00 A chatter tells Skizz that fanartists draw Impulse as a demon as a reference to how he first joined Hermitcraft. ((In Impulse’s first episode of Season 3, he is “summoned” onto Hermitcraft by Tango, Mumbo and Xisuma for redstone shenanigans, summoning circle, chanting and all.)) Because Impulse and Skizz have a very “yin-yang” dynamic, fanartists draw Skizz as the angel of the pair. Skizz remembers seeing that somewhere before, and admits that he feels a lot better about that explanation than thinking that the fandom has ascribed something particularly angelic or ultra-good to him. He continues assembling tools and materials and is about to tell Chat his plan when he gets distracted by Chat again. A chatter called “Evilbutnice” gets assigned the nickname “EvilButt” because Skizz likes to say that. He may start using that as a nickname for his wife. Chat thinks Skizz just likes to say “butt.” He agrees and tells the story of the time his band teacher said “butt” and it was really funny.

28:00 Skizz visits the Bop & Go to repair his elytra. He needs to go dig a whole bunch of sand so he can buy acacia wood from Doc. Chat and Impulse (who is lurking in the stream) notice that Skizz did not touch the noteblock to reset Bop & Go. Impulse notes that this is obviously why the machine has not been getting reset lately. Skizz fixes that mistake. He notices a comment from one of his mods saying that Skizz never remembers and rarely reads and insists that he _just did_ remember (with some help.) Every other time he has remembered and Impulse just didn’t happen to be watching. He asks if Chat wants him to pull back the curtain on something, then decides he won’t after all.

30:20 Skizz takes off for the sand-gathering desert, thanking subs and donos on the way. A chatter tells him that the fanartists also like the creative irony of making the guy who toes the line of PG more than anybody else into the angel. Skizz likes that a lot. He arrives at the desert and finds it empty of sand, but does find some coal. He finds a little bit of sand and begins the laborious process of digging it out with an unenchanted iron shovel. He thinks he should probably just sue Doc instead. He decides to get out the diamond shovel even though it doesn’t have mending, just to spare himself and everyone else the agony. Chat informs him that Tango is looking for him.

33:00 Skizz quibbles with Chat over who is the assistant sleepmaster and who is assistant TO THE sleepmaster. He sends Tango his coords and makes plans to play Wordle later now that Pearl has made the redstone even better ((Dyeduction can now handle double-letter words!)) He will not play on stream again, cause that was BRUTAL last time. He digs some more sand and gets distracted by the existence of terracotta. Chat reminds him that Scar sells sand, and that Tango is on his way. Skizz tells the music to be cooler. A chatter suggests that Skizz set his spawn, just in case. He does so.

37:40 A wild Tango appears on the horizon! Skizz shoots at him, of course. Tango dodges and weaves, eventually coming into mic range and making it clear that he has not yet seen Skizz and is trying to get directions from his chat. Skizz pings him with the bow. Tango flies up to meet Skizz and asks what Skizz needs and if he just called Tango out here to grab a shovel and get to work. Skizz protests that his chat told him that Tango was looking for him! Tango admits that he needed to kill some time after doing lots of boring redstone on stream that day. Skizz sighs and makes his own greatest technical achievement: a skompass. Tango is happy that he finished his project, and when he goes back to his factory he will be able to see if the new chunkloaders actually work or if the whole thing has pooped itself again.

40:30 Tango asks Skizz what he’s up to out here. Skizz reveals his extremely self-destructive idea to freehand a new building live on stream between a building built by Bdubs and a building built by Scar. “Yeah, sure, what could go wrong?” Tango jokes. He points out that there’s no way Skizz is going to be happy with it. Skizz tells him he’s the worst cheerleader ever. Tango says he’d rather do redstone on stream than build on stream because with redstone it’s either right or it’s wrong, but with building it’s easy to spiral into doubt. Skizz describes himself ask the kid who throws himself into the deep end to see if he can swim. He’d rather know on the other side that he made a bad choice than not trying to make a choice at all. Tango asks if it’s time to go get beer and burgers yet. Skizz tells him not yet, he’s going to pick up Impulse later and they will meet up with Tango. They are both excited (and hungry!)

42:30 Skizz double-checks with Tango about Scar selling both sand and gravel. Tango agrees, but says he doesn’t know if Scar has any stock. Skizz takes off unceremoniously and only belatedly groups up with Tango to talk. Skizz tries to shoot Tango a few more times as they fly back to the factory. He hits once but doesn’t kill him. Tango calls him Failguy and tells him his Velocitay needs work. It’s probably just as well though, since Tango is already bummed about his new redstone not working. Tango explains the trouble he’s been having trying to turn off the factory when he leaves the chunk, and how his chunk loaders are not turning things off like they should. Skizz asks how the system can possibly know when Tango leaves. Tango takes Skizz into the basement and introduces him to Unpaid Intern, an endermite on a floor made of observers whose movement serves as a player detector. When the intern stops moving (because there is no player nearby) the system reacts. Skizz compares it to an accelerometer sensor, Tango agrees except it’s not working. Tango’s chat has ideas for him. Skizz follows Tango down into his truly inexplicable redstone workings and takes care of some coal ore he finds there while Tango is troubleshooting.

47:50 There is actually quite a bit of coal ore around, but Skizz is just the guy for the job! As he mines, he asks Tango if he wants to play Wordle live on stream. “No!” Tango says immediately. Skizz assures him that it is the worst. Skizz has to go because he’s busy and Tango needs to debug anyway. He sneaaaaaks around the corner with his bow, but Tango flies away before he can shoot and mocks him over the groupchat. Skizz insists he wasn’t actually going to do it, but that does not stop the mocking. Chat is ready to hunt Tango for sport, but in a nice and friendly way. Skizz gets slightly lost before finding his way out of Tango’s basement and heading for the sand shop. He thanks subs and donos as he goes. He admires Scar’s build, but there are no more shulkers of sand and only a few stacks of sand. Skizz attempts to turn diamonds into acacia with math, but it is too difficult and he won’t read chat. He’s just going to dig sand… except he’s running out of rockets. He’s going to coast home, then he’s going to go dig sand.

52:30 Skizz fetches his rockets and organizes his inventory, putting things away like a grownup and fetching his better shovel. He goes to put away the sand he has already collected and realizes he already has a shulker box with nineteen stacks of sand. He sighs and calls himself a brilliant, brilliant man. Chat is amused. Skizz is just going to pretend he didn’t even see anything and leave. He’s going to buy some acacia and get working. He’s played around just a little bit in Creative with some ideas and he also collects up some blackstone before heading back to the SD. As he flies, he plays the Bop Song for Chat. He flies to the wood shop and realize that Doc has raised prices on wood and it is now four stacks per stack. He also can’t figure out where to pay, a consistent problem this season for Doc. Chat helps him out. He buys four stacks of acacia wood.

58:30 The Bop Song ends and Skizz tells Chat that Iskall told him the other day that he’d listened to the Skizzlefarts song. He’d initially given up five seconds in, then went back later and realized it was a bop. Skizz will play the song for Chat later. He checks profits in his own shop, some sales, and goes to buy some mud. Stress’s shop is still a pop-up and living on borrowed time, but it does have mud in it. He buys three stacks, then realizes he has to run home for grass before he can build. Chat thinks they understand why Skizz runs out of rockets so often. He gets the grass and plays the Skizzlefarts song as he flies back.

1:02:00 While the song is playing, Skizz sets up a home base outside the courthouse and begins filling in grass to create an even build surface. Chat likes this song a lot. Mr Joker comes into Chat but Skizz is in the zone and doesn’t see. Chat is sympathetic and tells him that the best way to keep a secret from Skizz is to put it in his chat. Skizz does eventually notice him and says hello. In game chat, Pearl asks Skizz if he would like to be her guinea pig. Skizz doesn’t see the message. Chat starts yelling at him about it. Impulse is also in chat and helps. Skizz is busy singing the Skizzlefarts song acapella.

1:07:00 Impulse, being the good friend and hero to Chats everywhere that he is, logs into the game and accepts Pearl’s invitation graciously on Skizz’s behalf. Pearl is happy. Impulse logs out. Skizz is still not paying attention. Pearl thanks Impulse for trying, at least. Chat is howling with laughter and rage. Gem says that Skizz can’t read, he’s a hermit. It’s part of the invite process. Skizz finally notices something and opens game chat, asking how much he is supposed to be expected to read! Chat thinks Gem is very funny. Skizz figures out what is happening, agrees on his own behalf this time, and pauses the recording, telling Chat that this is why he can’t get anything done. Chat doesn’t care, they are happy to go see Pearl. Knowing what guinea pig duty usually entails on Hermitcraft, Skizz empties his inventory except for rockets and food and goes to find Pearl at the flower shop.

1:09:20 Skizz arrives at the flower shop and is greeted by Pearl. She thanks him for being a guinea pig today. Pearl proudly explains that she has improved the Wordle redstone to do double letters successfully. Skizz wails, both because that was his favorite part of Dyeduction and because he’s realizing that he’s about to play Wordle on stream again. She explains the new intricacies of the system (a correct guess in the right place will not lock the letter anymore, just light up the lamp so full words can still be played.) Pearl promises him that it’s an easy word today and asks if he wants to try Hard Mode (which is timed). Skizz agrees reluctantly. Chat has been wondering if Pearl just woke up or simply has not slept yet; she has changed things down here since the end of her stream so the consensus is “has not slept.” Skizz empties his inventory and collects all his letters, impressed by the colorful new textures for the letter tiles. Pearl gives him the clue that it’s a double letter word.

1:12:50 Skizz starts the game and plays “HORSE.” Pearl sings the Bop song with him as he puts the word into place. He gets no letters in the correct spot, but R and O are in the word. He decides to get really bold and play “TROTT,” disregarding the trouble sign that Pearl doesn’t know if that’s how you spell Trot. Chat has qualms about this choice. He plays it anyway and gets the R and O in the correct spot, but there are no Ts. He thinks about Crown, but there are no Ws. He thinks about Brown, but there are still no Ws. He decides to play CROAK just to get clues. He gets no letters in position, but there is an A in the word. He is now past half-time on the clock.

1:20:00 Hard Mode Dyeduction currently has no sound, so Pearl provides some happily trollsome noises as Skizz tries very hard to think of what double-letter word fits his current clues. He makes a lot of noises of his own, then guesses AROMA and slams the letters into place as fast as possible. He is correct! Everyone cheers! Pearl thinks that was a great word for a flower shop. Skizz gets his reward bundle and because he did hard mode, he gets the flower crown reward! Pearl has to show him how to use the bundle because he was not around for TCG last season. He puts on the crown and stands next to Pearl, looking very hippyish. He loves Pearl’s redstone. Pearl offers to show it to him, but first the game must be reset. He puts the letters away and resets, but has forgotten the castoff barrel letters. He suggests to Pearl that she should put up a sign to remind people, she reminds him that Hermits don’t read things. He has to agree.

1:24:00 Pearl gives Skizz the grand tour of her “noodles,” the intricate and Pearl-optimized system of redstone that powers the game. It is much bigger than last time Skizz visited the game. He has no idea what is happening or how. She shows him a test system that she built with Xisuma while working on the double letter system. Skizz may or may not understand the redstone system, but he can definitely take care of the coal lurking in Pearl’s walls. She tells him to be careful of the water behind the walls and he yelps and jumps back, but she’s not too worried since this was only a test system. Skizz still does not want to take chance. If he broke this redstone, he would probably disconnect and not come back for a month.

1:28:00 Skizz compliments Pearl again on her awesome redstone. Pearl is justifiably proud of herself, saying she didn’t really think this would be her redstone season, but it turns out it really is. Skizz decides he’s going to do something for Pearl. Pearl hopes he is going to give her some redstone. Nope, he is going to hit her up (off-stream, of course) for a new project. She asks if it’s a redstone project and he tells her of course it is. “Oh no!” Pearl replies, but she is interested. Skizz tells her it has to be perfect but then gets distracted because he has somehow gotten himself incredibly stuck inside a composter. There is a block over his head and he cannot get out, and he can’t break the block because there is redstone on it. Chat pauses in their laughing just long enough to suggest an ender pearl might be the only way out of this one. Pearl finds an “Ender-me” and gives it to him, letting him escape his ridiculous predicament. Pearl reminisces about back in the day when the first version of Wordle was basically impossible to break. This version is very breakable, in a number of ways. Tango raids into the stream, though he doesn’t appear to realize he’s done so successfully based on his chat messages.

1:31:00 Pearl thanks Skizz for his guinea pig services as Skizz recovers his inventory and eats. He assures her that he is always ready to be a guinea pig for her redstone improvements and heads out. He flies back to the law office and welcomes the raiders, then thanks subs and donos. Tango’s chat says Tango needs to do his hair to get ready for the man-date.

1:34:30 Skizz restarts recording and gets back to work! He is using path blocks to sketch out the design of the building. He starts putting down acacia blocks, then yells “Assistant Sleepmaster!” and dives into bed even as Chat responds with a score of “TO THE.” With the sun back up, he takes the acacia back down and changes the shape slightly. Chat is concerned about blocking the bridge, but Skizz wants to leave enough room for Joe to have an office too, if he wants one. He moves his design over slightly. In stream chat, Gem confirms that the bridge has plenty of room.

1:43:00 Skizz does a little terraforming to get his design the way he wants it. Chat reminds him to eat. Tango announces in game chat that he fixed his iron issue, Gem and Skizz are proud of him. Skizz starts placing acacia again. He explains his patterning idea to Chat, a checkerboard of acacia logs that will get largely moved or covered as the build progresses. He is going to need more acacia. Skizz is a scaffolding guy, so he sets some of that up as well as he works. Chat says that Joe may not need half the space since he talked on stream about possibly building a law office into his Tuff shop. Skizz acknowledges that is a possibility, but told Joe he would leave the space open until he decided where he wanted his office. Skizz does not need such a large space to build on anyway. Law offices should not be the size of courthouses!

1:53:00 Skizz shows off the first wall, which seems promising. He reminds Chat that this could all wind up being torn down, but he still is happy that he’s trying. Chat gives him suggestions on how to optimize acacia use, since he is using lots and lots of expensive logs with this design. He sings a borderline inappropriate song but stops before the bad parts, then goes and sleeps again. Chat helps him correct an alignment in one of the pillars, and wall-building continues. Chat is restive about a design defect in the second wall, Skizz eventually notices that as well, but he doesn’t have the right acacia wood to correct it.

2:03:00 Doc loves to make Skizz miserable, so it’s back to Big Wood to trade more sand for acacia. He spends the rest of his shulker of sand for three more stacks of acacia, but he’s not going to be gracious about it! Chat shakes their head over out-of-control inflation. Skizz returns, realizes that he can’t actually correct the pattern in such a way that both walls are correct. He makes the front wall correct at the expense of the tiny side wall in the hope that nobody but Chat will notice. Chat reminds him to start recording. He builds some more, sleeps again, and admits he does the assistant sleepmaster bit because he hates the darkness in Minecraft. He puts more top pillars on and wishes he had Swift Sneak, but he does not because he was MURDERED. He puts some mud brick on the ground around the building to show Chat his idea for how the ground will look. Chat likes it, and also likes the noise mud bricks makes.

2:13:00 Skizz runs into one more pattern issue on the back wall but takes Chat’s suggestion on how to get around it sneakily with a pillar. He tells a cute story about the time his daughter met her great-grandmother for the first time and immediately said “I like your face!” Chat suggests the possibility that just going and chopping acacia wood might be easier than digging dozens of stacks of sand. He misplaces a log and yells about it, then cheerfully informs new chatters that he is Skizz and he likes to freak out about NOTHING. He looks at the building and realizes that the office is too small inside. He has to knock out the back wall and build it out bigger. He sleeps again, then takes the opportunity to rip out the side as well to correct some subtle pattern troubles.

2:21:00 A chatter asks who built Skizz’s (as yet unboxed) new PC. Skizz admits it was awhile ago now and he doesn’t remember for sure, but he thinks the company was called Apex. He has more pattern trouble and blames Chat for letting him do that. It turns out that ripping out the wall did not solve the pattern problem but it also does not make it any worse. Skizz needs more wood. He heads for the desert.

2:27:00 Skizz arrives back at the desert and realizes he forgot his bed. He gets digging. It is much faster with his better shovel this time. He insists that Chat had better remind him to start recording when he gets back. He talks with Chat about the movie The Fifth Element. He finds a pillager raid and spends some sand to bury them. He forgot to bring his bow, but the sand works well enough. He talks with Chat about filming the 100th episode of the podcast. It’s going to be all about reflecting on what they’ve learned so far, and Skizz may or may not have indulged in some adult beverage during the filming. There will also be official Imp and Skizz merch coming out! Chat is excited.

2:36:00 Skizz admits that it might be faster to just chop wood at this point, but he’s already dug up all this sand! He and Impulse are both very proud of putting out 100 podcast episodes without ever missing a week. He muses that Doc is winning by making Skizz dig all this sand, and it is a situation that may require Poe Poe intervention. He finds a ruined portal and is pleased to learn that they come with a gold block, though this one’s chest has been looted. He digs quite a bit, just to make sure the chest is not hiding in secret. Chatters send him some nice messages. He talks about the nature of friendship, and how knowing that even the best friendships are subject to disagreements and distance can help you not to take people for granted. He is willing to consider the possibility that, after being friends over these 100 episodes, he and Impulse may end up being friends forever. Also, if someone wants to sue Doc again, Skizz is totally ready for it. He is also willing to be Doc’s lawyer!

2:44:00 Skizz talks about Mumbo’s pinky-training short and how funny it is. He is nearly done with his sand-digging now, but his shovel is also getting quite low. He talks with Chat about My Cousin Vinny and how great it is, and also that he has seen Rusty_Courage’s latest animatic and it is great. He packs up his shulkers and heads back for the shopping district. A chatter asks what his favorite Mel Brooks film is, it is Spaceballs.

2:48:30 Skizz repairs his shovel at the Bop N Go, but does not stay for the song. He forgets to hit the noteblock. Chat reminds him and he tells them that was a test for Chat. He gets more rockets (it has been a very rocket-heavy day) and heads back to Big Wood. A chatter asks if it’s really 111 degrees in Arizona, Skizz does not know because he hasn’t been outside in hours. A chatter’s young child asks if there will be more animated shorts, Skizz has none in the works but he wants to do more. He does Sand Math and buys twelve stacks of acacia, then heads back to the office.

2:54:10 Skizz turns the recording back on and keeps building his walls. Chat reminds him not to be late for his man-date with Tango and Impulse. While he works, he practices his elytra-bouncing technique and plays with the voice-changer. He particularly hates a song on the background track and frantically removes it. Chat declares Skizz is in a mood, he proudly declars himself “a mood.” He talks about the movie Speed and how it briefly made Young Skizz want to be a cop so he could do things like jump into buses from moving cars.

3:01:00 Skizz works on the top pattern row and goes to make his pillars. Chatters are commenting, rightly or wrongly, about pattern problems, but Skizz is in a hurry and has given up on caring about the pattern so much. He likes the sound of stripping acacia. He finishes and gets a long look with freecam, declaring that he actually does not hate it! He adds some more mud bricks to the floor for a better look at that and tells Chat he will terradorm later. Chat approves the building and says the hermits will make a builder of him yet.

3:07:50 Skizz finishes and stops recording, then corrects a few more stripping issues. He likes the whole thing in general and will be interested to see how the roof looks when it goes on. There’s a lot more to do, but he’s got to go out with some guys Chat may know, Eyem-puls-ave and Tingoo. He says he may stream tomorrow, then raids into Jojosolos and ends his stream.

[alastorswifee]

could i please get some dating/nsfw jay headcanons or something?

❥ 𝓓𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓙𝓪𝔂 𝓦𝓪𝓵𝓴𝓮𝓻(𝒩𝒮𝐹𝒲)

Minors DNI

- She/Her pronouns are used

~ Jay was shy at first when you both started getting intimate

He would overthink too much but it's because he wants to give you the best of the best

In his eyes, you deserve more than the world

~ Your first kiss had him in a daze but soon enough he's kissing you almost all the time

~ The first time you both made out? He's a bit of a mess but that's alright

He gets used to it and soon enough he wants to make out with you all the time, he's clingy and touch starved

~ Not only does he get more and more used to kissing and making out with you, he gets good at it

~ He's a touchy guy so whenever you two are making out, his hands would carefully roam, because of this he learns where to touch and what gets you going

"how does this feel babe?"

"J-Jay!"

~ He ended up getting a boner during a make out session and he mentally panics

Fuck he hopes and prays you didn't notice so he can deal with himself later

He's thought about letting you deal with him but was too shy and nervous to actually initiate anything with you, not wanting to make you uncomfortable

~ you did notice it tho, I mean how couldn't you take notice to something poking your thigh mid-make out session "fuck y/n I'm sorry!"

Imagine the look on his face when you offered to help him deal with his little problem

He couldn't have been happier but also nervous What if you judge his size or what he's like when in an intimate setting Granted he's a virgin but what if he does something embarassing

~ and that's how Jay got his first blow job

the feeling of your mouth around his cock was enough to make him cum..imagine how your-

anyways

~ you were a very generous partner, always dealing with him when he popped a boner whether its a blowjob or hand job

~one day while Jay was playing a video game he suddenly remembered that he has never returned the pleasure to you

after every orgasm you gave him, you'd always help him clean up but never has he returned the favor

he felt bad, terrible even

he decided to look up on what gets a girl going, if he's planning to go down on you he wants to do it right

~ one day after yet another blowjob, jay suddenly pushes you onto the bed with a small smile on his lips which took you back

"let me take care of you.."

Before you know it he's eating you out like a starved man on his last meal and oh god were you squirting everywhere

He's so smug about it, so proud of himself after leaving you in a hazy, quivering mess

"finished already? i barely touched you"

Jay please as if you didn't cum easily when she first sucked you off

"ohfuckohfuckohfuuuck!"

~ Fun Fact: Jay loves your pussy and he absolutely adores oral sex, giving and receiving

He's more of a giver than a receiver, loves watching what he can do to you and how well he does it

The more he does it, the better he gets and oh god is he confident in his tongue

~ Soon enough he'll bring up to you that he wants to go all the way and have sex with you beyond oral

Of course you agree

You both plan when it would happen because as a ninja he's always so busy and you both can almost never get a break

Plus you both wanted it to be romantic and passionate

~ When the day comes, he's actually just as nervous as he was when you were gonna give him his first blowjob

He came fully prepared with a condom and a confident attitude

~ He slides into you slowly and oh god he nearly cums right then and there

You feel amazing..way better than he had imagined

He maintains his composure tho and relaxes his body, pushing into you fully and giving you time to adjust

~ Holding your hand he starts moving, holding your hand tightly in his as he mutters your name mixed with curses over and over again

"y/n y/n, fuck fuck fuck.."

~ it's slow and gentle thrusts until you both cum, it feels even better than when you give him oral

as you're relaxing, your boyfriend would suddenly deliver another thrust much to your surprise

"can we go again?.."

you couldn't help but chuckle at the sheepish look on his face, how could you say no?

~ After the second round you're both laying next to each other breathing heavily

He wants your reassurance to ask how was it but he gets shy, he doesn't want you to think he wasn't confident

You pick up on it tho, noticing him fidgeting a bit with a nervous look on his face

You simply peck his lips and give him the reassurance needed and it became a habit, constantly praising and reassuring him

He always does a mental victory dance upon hearing the praises but on the outside he just gives you a goofy smile before kissing you

~ The next morning when you both wake up, Jay's holding you closer than ever to his body

Hands caressing your body as his soft breath can be felt against the area between your neck and shoulder

Once you two wake up fully, you two take a shared shower because according to Jay:

"it saves us water"

This leads to more than just a shower tho, you both having another round of passionate sex in the shower

~ Jay goes back to the bounty super smug tho cause he was the first of all the ninja to get laid, he's surely rubbing it in their faces

~ After that night goodluck keeping him off you cause he'll become almost obsessed with getting intimate with you

He never thought he'd like sex this much but there's just something about you that gets him going you know?

~ Fun Fact: one time you stayed over at the bounty, the next morning you walk into the kitchen wearing shorts and a tank top which resulted the other ninja seeing all your love marks

Imagine how smug he was about that

~ Jay's a switch if anything, he doesn't being under or on top you

He absolutely loves the effect he has on you, the way your body is so vulnerable under his when he takes you as his

He also adores seeing you on top him, tits bouncing, hips bouncing up and down as you fuck yourself with his dick

~ Jay absolutely loves you and your body, you're so beautiful in his eyes

you're such an angel, a goddess even

"you're so pretty..the prettiest"

"my gorgeous girl.."

he doesn't even know how he got lucky enough to have you in his life

whatever it was, he's thankful cause you're his and he's yours

Tags: @strahmslayer @rosiroleplays @crackedpumpkin

[thessalian]

Thess vs the Bank Holiday Blues

Currently doing the mental health evaluation and ... well, sometimes you just do everything you possibly can and you're still fucking struggling. Which fucking blows, thank you very much.

I've gone through the checklist. I've eaten. I've hydrated. I slept recently. Technically my "meds for neuropathic pain" are an antidepressant so I can't even say I need meds. As for therapy ... well, been there, done that, developed the coping mechanisms. But mental health-wise? I am struggling to cope at this point.

To be fair, this is largely external factors. This is the realisation that I was very much right about literally nothing changing in this country when we got a Labour government, because now they're saying, "Well, the Tories lied about the massive financial hole they left so we have to scrap all our infrastructure promises, cut the winter fuel allowance, and let the energy companies jack up their prices right at the start of autumn" and it's getting to a point where I wonder if they're just trying to kill the old people so they don't have to pay their state pension.

This is seeing some of the short-sighted bullshit going on in the US in the run-up to their own election. Because I know a whole lot about populist garbage and people making protest votes without thinking about what they're doing, okay? Our general elections here aren't the best example of it, but I have a better one - Brexit. We ended up leaving the EU for a few very simple reasons: a) populist wankers like Johnson and Farage lied through their teeth to win the racist vote; b) some people didn't really want to leave the EU but didn't like how the EU was going about things so voted leave in protest; or c) figured that Leave couldn't actually win and so didn't bother voting. Now, does any of that sound familiar?!? All you have to do is add d) third options that will never win but take the vote away from the sensible choice and you've basically got the US right now. And this country destroyed itself at least partly based on that one stupid badly-planned referendum. The US can't survive another Trump term, I can't actually do anything about the stupids that might allow Trump to take the election, and I have too many people I love in that country to be anything less than terrified. I know that my feelings are valid, I know I can't spend too much emotional energy on something I can't change, but still.

My situation is still not great. It's never going to be, and I know that, just because of circumstance. I guess it's just harder to keep from being depressed about my disability when so much else is weighing me down. I try to keep counting my blessings, because I have a lot of those. Still, no matter how hard you try, some days everything that's wrong seems so big that you're kind of stuck squished. That and probably the Bank Holiday Blues. I mean, I don't work Mondays anyway, but there's a different vibe to the world on Bank Holiday Mondays.

Right. I just need to take my mind off the blues. One of the blessings I can count is that my last therapist was basically the best. She didn't focus on the diagnosis as handed down from the psychs (which was almost definitely a standard "ADHD is often misdiagnosed as BPD in women" thing) and instead looked at my symptoms and my previous coping methods, and helped me hone them into something healthier. Some people would call what I do "avoidance" and "escapism"; I call it "therapeutic hyperfocus". I've done every healthy thing I can to improve my mood, so if the mood's still there, and hyperfocusing on, like, a video game or something keeps me grounded until it blows over, I do that.

Of course, then I have to pick which video game, but I do have a playthrough of BG3 that I am determined to complete, and nothing says "hyperfocus" like "game you've played a few times before but will still hold a couple of surprises because Dice Be Like That". And I deserve some fun after having had to spend most of Saturday in bed because migraine and exhaustion.

[chaotic-on-main]

🦉Positivity owl reporting for duty! This was sent by a friend who wants you to smile as much as your posts make them smile. Please list five things that make you unique, four things you are super passionate about and why, OR three of your favorite memories. Feel free to send the owl to those who you feel deserve to smile🦉

🥺 the way I really needed to see this! It's been a rough go, I tell you what. Thank you anonymous friend, I love you 🩷

I'm gonna do them all, because I just need to think of the good and silly things in my life. 🤔

Unique

1. I used to go to the nurse a lot in elementary school because I played tetherball by myself (sad, I know) and I was frequently the victim of my own strength as it would come around and punch me in the face, specifically my nose. It got to the point that I would just wave at the teachers on my way into the building with my fingers pinching my nose and my head tilted back as I made my way to the school nurse. Anyway I don't think that had any lasting effects on my psyche whatsoever.

2. I have a scar on my cheek from when I tripped over a rock with a branch taller than me and it went straight into my cheek at an angle.

3. I have one dimple on my right cheek.

4. My adoptive grandfather played baseball with Jackie Robinson.

5. I took every math class available to me in highschool because I loved math so much (still do).

Passion

1. Leon Kennedy - I mean. Pretty self explanatory idk what else to tell you 😔

2. Video games - they've always been a part of me. They're a great way to immerse myself into other worlds, a great escape.

3. Creating art - whether it be with writing fics or making moodboards, I just love being able to express myself in the best way possible.

4. Making people happy - this might be toxic as hell to say but I'm extremely happy when I feel like I've been useful to people, no matter what that means for them. If I can make someone's day just a tiny bit better, I get so happy!

Memories

1. For my junior prom, my friends and I had our own "anti-prom" where we all dressed up in "prom attire" and went downtown to play laser tag in our dresses/suits and got dinner together. The night ended where someone somehow slipped in the public ground fountains outside of the capitol building and then we all ended up running around in the water, getting soaked in our prom get up. We all headed home after that around midnight, blasting All Time Low with the windows down.

2. My second All Time Low concert! My friends and I drove all the way down to Atlanta (I used to live in Nashville from ages 8-19) where we all went and saw All Time Low together!! It was a few days after my 18th birthday and my friends made me a poster with a bunch of stupid pictures of me and us and it said something along the lines of finally being legal in hopes to get me up on stage during Time Bomb when they used to bring people to dance and sing with them. I also accidentally smacked a security guard in the face with my phone because I was dancing in my aisle seat and he was right next to me and I didn't know. I felt so bad 😭 I apologized ofc but I went back to dancing lanflsllal. It was a really good birthday (because I literally just got my first tattoo a few days prior, an all time low lyric if you can believe it lmao)

3. Meeting my partner in person for the first time. I don't remember much, but I remember how elated I was to see him. His parents were so kind (and still are) and I dunno. It was a life altering moment because I decided then I wanted to move from Tennessee to be with him as soon as possible. We were long distance for years, like about 5 years. Young me wouldn't believe me if I told her where I was now lol.

Thank you for this! It made me stop and take a breath from my anxiety. I appreciate you nonnie 🩷

[analiavs]

“Haha I’m in Danger”

Quinn’s ready for a nice relaxing bath after a very long month, but an aggrieved entity has a nice cold dish of revenge waiting for him.

Quinn x Ivory Wraith

CW: extreme choking, tentacles, rape, spanking

Words: 1600

The moon was bright red tonight. He shut his window, glad to be in his mansion. No rituals this month either. He’d done a biannual tentacle release last week, so he didn’t have to worry about getting bred tonight either. He was going to take a long well-deserved bath and then maybe watch some of his films in bed.

He prepared his bathwater, making sure the temperature would be warm and added his favorite soaps and essential oils. Honestly a good bath was just what he needed after such a long week. He stripped and stretched his body out leisurely making his way to the tub.

The aromatic scent of his bath was already relaxing him. He slipped in and sighed. Sometimes it was the little things that made all his sacrifices worth it. He washed himself off and then turned the jets on. That little upgrade had been so worth it. He moaned quietly as the water massaged his muscles.

He leaned his head back against the wall and closed his eyes. He thought about the upcoming election. It was rigged anyway, but he did need enough support so it wouldn’t be like pulling teeth. Stupid ingrates just didn’t know what was best for them.

Maybe becoming a family man would increase his relatability, but a wife and human children seemed like too many unnecessary variables. He sighed, maybe he could play into the lifelong bachelor schtick. Bailey would probably kill him for real if he tried it, but who wouldn’t support a mayor whose life partner ran an orphanage. He giggled at the thought of the two of them playing house.

Hmph, it was much better being single. He didn’t have to worry about his hobbies being disturbed. He felt a tentacle rub his cheek and sighed,

“I thought I let you guys out for the night-” His eyes shot open as the tentacle shoved its way deep into his throat. He didn’t recognize it and looked with fear and saw it had come from the full length mirror overlooking the tub. Except instead of being a normal color it was white. He struggled back trying to escape but another tentacle wrapped around his neck dragging him towards the mirror.

A mass of white tentacles enveloped him dragging him towards his mirror. He tried to struggle out of their grip, but they tightened mercilessly. He saw a pale figure seated on some sort of throne, long white hair draped its face but he could see red eyes glaring at him from underneath. He tried to scream, but it only sounded like he was choking on the tentacle.

The tentacles hadn’t been this rough with him in a while, and he didn’t want to get fucked by ghost tentacles.

“Where is it… where is it!” He had no idea what it was talking about and even if he did he couldn’t say anything with a tentacle choking him. He got dragged into the mirror. He was slammed onto some kind of ritual table. The tentacles grabbed his limbs, forcing his arms together and spreading his legs.

He’d been put into this position several times over the years, but this unknown entity had to be the most terrifying. Even when he was being punished he’d known what to expect, now he wasn’t sure if he was going to get murdered too.

It was a relief when some of the tentacles slipped down and went for his hole. He stopped struggling, it was always easier to just comply.

“Loathsome thief!” It shouted, wrenching his legs unnaturally wide. He winced and tried his usual tentacle soothing tricks.

He arched his back and sucked on the tentacle in his mouth demurely. The taste was sweeter than he was used to, but that was the least of his concerns. With the tentacles wrapped completely around his legs he couldn’t shift his hips like he wanted. Thankfully his eagerness made the monster pause.

He sucked harder as the thickest tentacle forced its way into his ass. He rolled his eyes, it could have at least let him jack some slime out of it first. But at least he knew what it wanted.

The only reason it wasn’t excruciating was thanks to his experience. For some reason he thought back to his first time with tentacles, how miserably he’d sobbed over a tentacle a quarter of the size. He’d been terrified then, now at worst he took it with a sort of resignation.

“Loathsome thief… You're not the one. You’ll never be the one…” He huffed where the insults really necessary, he much preferred the silent tentacles. He swallowed down a spurt of slime as the tentacles around his neck finally loosened. He could feel the bruise already.

Now the creature was starting to enjoy itself, so it suspended him in the air while it fucked him. It made him face away so he couldn’t look at it, but it was unsettling anyway so he wasn’t bothered by it.

It was easy to let himself be used. Though it was clear the creature didn’t care about his pleasure at all. He shifted his hips in order to at least get his prostate directly stimulated. Despite its roughness, the creature wasn’t going super deep. Occasionally the usual suspects would go so far he’d swear they were in his stomach. His hands automatically sought out tentacles to jack off.

“Lo ah some haaarlot.” A second tentacle slid into his mouth, still haphazard yet not deep enough to choke him. Some of the slime dripped down his lips and in his ass there was so much slime every thrust was pleasurable. He moaned.

He felt a sharp pain on his ass. It was using his tentacles to spank him! Each hit was heavy enough to leave a bruise, he tried to squirm away but the build up of slime on his body only allowed the slicker tentacles to increase their hold on him.

“Haarlot… thief… insignificant worm. Accept your punishment.” It chastised him, each swing heavier than the last. He didn’t get spanked too often anymore, he was almost always on his best behavior. The pain was an excellent aid in acting contrite. His cries were muffled by the tentacles, but tears ran down his face freely.

“Ackwy *schlip* awy” This creature could be fucking him within an inch of his life, so it was either kinder than it seemed or inexperienced. Either way it couldn’t hurt to try and weasel his way out of it. Like he figured, a few spanks later the creature finally did stop. His ass was already sore, that would make work tomorrow a pain in the ass.

He’d need to get some ointment tomorrow then. He felt the familiar feeling of eggs slipping into his ass and felt relief. Finally the creature was almost satisfied. The ones in his hands released slime all over him, and the ones in his mouth filled his throat in tandem.

He was lowered onto the creature's lap still forced to face away. The tentacles retreated with surprising gentleness, but then he felt two pairs of hand grabbing and lifting him up. He felt something firmer get pushed into his hole.

“Ah!” He squealed out a moan. It’d been a while since he’d taken a real cock.

“Hideous… not them… pretender…” The creature was still ranting under it’s breathe but it had no problem fucking him cross-eyed. A firm dick was such a different sensation than tentacles, he’d forgotten how different they could be. Perhaps this creature's tentacles only made slime, hands bounced him up and down on the cock. He moaned his approval and another hand smacked his ass in response.

Once again the spanking started up in earnest. Something about the weight behind the palms added a completely different dimension to the pain. He whined,

“C’mon I haven’t even been bad! What did I do?” That only made the creature rougher, the force of its thrusts and spanking increasing. And another set of hands wrapped around his neck, choking him.

“Thief! Pretender!” It choked off his air once again, he felt tears dripping down his face as he grew lightheaded. He hadn’t been choked by human hands in decades. He could feel the creature fucking him harder as he began to grow light headed. He tapped desperately against the hands and then desperately tried to pry them off when they didn’t budge. He didn’t hear the last thing the creature said before he blacked out.

When he came to he was on his back being used by a pale slime now. His legs were folded up past his ears and a tentacle was thrusting in and out of his mouth methodologically. His back was protesting and he could already feel bruises starting to form all over his body. He followed the tentacle to the creature that was sitting on its throne looking bored. Overwhelmed he allowed his eyes to shut again.

When he woke up again, he felt water tickling his feet. He managed to push himself up on watery arms, the pain was almost too much.

“Look it’s the fucking mayor!” And he heard laughter all around him. Panicked and looked to see some young adults crowded around him with their phones out. None trying to assist him, but all had no problem laughing. He looked behind himself and realized he’d been dumped at the lake.

He stood on shaky legs and didn’t even bother telling them off. Tears burned at his eyes from the pain and embarrassment. He didn’t even care where he ended up as long as it was away from mocking eyes and cameras.

[nocturne-side-blog]

I am going to start by saying I apologize for the rant I am about to go on, but I don't want Ganon to be redeemed in Tears of the Kingdom

As we slowly get closer to May 12, a surprising amount of people really want Ganondorf to have a change of heart and fight by the hero's side in ToTK. This genuinely surprises me. Here are my thoughts on the matter (despite the fact no one asked):

Let's get the elephant in the room out of the way. His tear, which replaced the gem on his forehead. We know he does not have this initially, so it somehow had to have ended up there. The bigger stretch of an explanation is that someone else put it there as an attempt to remove his dark power from him. But the more likely explanation? He stole it. Perhaps as an attempt to take control of its power. It will be the last year that must be gathered, but he snatches it first; and it may just be the mistake that later comes back to bite him. We've seen Ganondorf use weapons of "good" before, such as the sword of the Sages that he steals after his failed execution in Twilight Princess.

I love the idea that they show the human side of Ganondorf. It would give him so much more depth to see that perhaps he's grown tired of the cycle, but what would make it hurt more for the audience is seeing him force the cycle on by his own actions of revenge anyway. It would be much more interesting to watch Ganondorf break himself down, claiming to be a suffering man at the hands of fate, when in truth he is the one keeping it going. He was quite literally a walking corpse when Link and Zelda found him. Even if he were to realize it at the end, it seems more in character for him to only do one "good" deed, and it's to free himself.

Taking another route, perhaps Ganondorf would rather be driven insane by embracing his role in Demise's Curse. His Phantom, Calamity Ganon, is bent only on making Hyrule suffer. I wouldn't be surprised if, at this rate, all he wants is for the world to suffer. Especially now that he knows that, tragically, it's his destiny (even though Twinrova would've raised him to be kinda messed up even without the curse in play).

He doesn't deserve it. Look, I am all for redemption arcs. They're one of my favorite tropes ever. But saying Ganondorf deserves a full on redemption arc; as in, him getting to be forgiven or let off without consequences just because he's "good now"? It's unfair to every incarnation of the spirit of the Hero and the blood of the goddess that we've seen. More than that, it's unfair to Hyrule across time. It is no question that Ganondorf has killed hundreds of people. It could be even more. I hate to say it, but in the storyline of a video game, a "redemption" for that just won't work. I kind of see it how I see the redemptions of the Diamonds in Steven Universe. Besides, if Ganondorf at this point could be redeemed, then what about other villains who did less? Take Vaati, who was more than likely a child in The Minish Cap and felt like he could never live up to Ezlo? Or Ghirahim, who- like Fi- was created to be a servant with no other choice or knowledge of another route. Neither can simply walk away from their actions, but they certainly have a better blueprint for a slow redemption arc.

Nintendo probably wouldn't go that direction anyway. Let's face it, Nintendo is kind of obsessed with keeping their storylines (if they even have any) under a specific formula. While TLoZ always gives interesting spins and twists on traditional fantasy, they also are usually operating by a good vs evil formula. If they intend for a character to change, such as Byrne, it's usually not until the last second of screentime. You know, when they can't be used for a boss fight anymore.

Ganondorf as a villain is SO COOL in the context for ToTK. Even if you're tired of Ganondorf being the villain in general, you got to admit that in concept he's already a fantastic starting point for a villain. Think about it: he has been sealed away for 10,000 years. Ganondorf no longer even has the Triforce of Power, and he's still holding on to the point of being a corpse that releases it's fury in the shape of kingdom-destroying monsters. After thousands of years (even before the first Calamity) of rising again and again to fight the same battle with no end, the embodiment of Demise's Curse finally revitalizes itself when it seems that the long war is over. No matter how tired he may be, or who has to suffer, he will destroy Hyrule in honor of himself. He will leave no survivors.

tl;dr just because he looks awesome doesn't mean he's gonna start fighting demise

[imperatorium]

Please rant to us about how you hate how the narrative and everyone in Anna’s life treats her. Personally I’ve grown to hate frozen and I love hearing other people’s rants about the movie. The only reason I ever watch 1 and 2 now is because the animation is stunning in both movies but hot damn if both of them could’ve handled Anna and Elsa’s relationship better (Christopher is still based though and so is Hanz before Disney decided to make the most stupid plot twist ever for no reason and ruin a perfectly character because we can’t show kids that you can be attracted to two people romantically but still only truly love one so I just ignore that silly little development)

H A P P I L Y.

So, I love Frozen. But I also hate Frozen. I was just reminiscing with my partner about the day my ex-bestie (the at the time Elsa to my Anna) and I went to see it and were like thisisamazing.gif but then came home and started trying to explain it to my mom and realized, while we were talking about it, that actually...it...wasn't really that good. We thought we loved the music, but then we realized what we liked was the opening song that stylistically did not carry through to the rest of the movie and that...while "Let It Go" was, removed from context, an amazing entry into Idina Menzel's repertoire of powerful protest/don't-hold-me-back songs, within the story it's a completely unearned moment. But that's fine, this doesn't bother me anymore. I still cry when I hear it because that's just what Idina singing songs like that does to me.

And the second movie is banger as hell, honestly, even if there are some aspects of it that I'd change. The entire soundtrack is good, even though it's not good as a musical, considering that it suffers from the same problem that the first one does, in regards to all the songs stopping while there's still like 1/4 of the movie left. And in this case, the last song is the most devastating thing I've ever heard in my life, but anyway that's ok because "Show Yourself" makes me ugly cry every time and I don't know how to explain to anyone else how funny it was when as soon as the soundtrack came out, we jokingly predicted the "Quit Playing Games With My Heart" style music video that the scene would be in the movie. People were furious with us when we saw it the first time in theatres because we were laughing so hard we were sobbing. (It's a dumb song, though, content-wise and actually diminishes Kristoff as a character but that's besides the point.)

ANYWAY.

I don't even know where to start with this. Anna is such a brave and loving and loyal character to what I see as an extreme fault and the story uses that but never rewards it.

Hans was the first good thing that ever happened to her and I don't care what anyone says, that twist is so poorly written because at every single fucking turn that they could have subtly hinted towards it, they actively did not. It's not good writing to just suddenly take the sharpest left turn and then be like, "Ha ha, audience, we tricked you!" Like, yeah, I guess you did, because you did something out of nowhere that made sense with nothing else you chose to tell or animate before this, cool.

Kristoff, meanwhile...okay, full disclosure, I did see the first movie like two days after I broke up with a long-term (abusive) boyfriend and saw a lot of similarities between the two of them, so I may have been harsher on him than he deserved for a while. But overall, I do actually like him. He is a very funny character and I think there's something terrifying that we're not being allowed to explore about how he was kidnapped by trolls, but that doesn't change the fact that he was a jerk to Anna for the first half of the movie. Just unpleasant and negative to the point that he even was like, "Well, I would be ok with her dying save for the fact that she's getting me a new sled." Like he says that. And like ok, he does chill out as things go on and has the decency to tell his creepy troll family to fuck off with the wedding stuff when he brings her to them for the purpose of trying to prevent her from dying and all they want to do is sing their dumb song about how sometimes people should just change for you and you should like them even if there's stuff wrong with them that doesn't work for you, idk.

It came to me at a time when I was not interested in hearing people preach about how someone who hated you upon meeting you could suddenly become your true love and all you had to do was put work into changing them and also ignoring stuff about them that were negative qualities.

The only passage in that song I really feel has any meaning is when they point out that people do bad things when they're sad or scared or stressed. To that point, Kristoff hadn't really been any of those things and was still kind of a jerk. Maybe stressed. I don't know. This isn't about him. My point is like clearly they wanted to extend that to Kristoff and Elsa, but not Hans? Who is maybe the most validly sad, scared, and stressed person present besides Elsa??

I'm also not as mad about Elsa as I used to be, either, considering all her trauma is also super valid and she clearly suffers from severe anxiety and agoraphobia, forced on her by the way their parents treated her. So, like. That's fine, I guess. But she definitely spends 90% of both movies dismissing Anna and her capabilities, despite Anna constantly proving both her unconditional love and adventure prowess until the end of the movie where Anna does some big heroic sacrifice and then Elsa goes, "Oh, you saved me!" like it should be any kind of surprise at that point!!!

Also, literally all Anna ever wanted was for them to have a relationship again and they do, kind of, for a few years, but then Elsa makes the decision to go be queen of the forest with the new half of their family they just discovered?? Like, okay, girl, I guess. Priorities and choices.

Also also, the directors/writers themselves have said before that they kind of hate Anna and just want to...push her aside in favour of doing more cool shit with Elsa. Which you can see in Elsa getting the hero treatment in the first movie, despite Anna literally saving the day. Again in Frozen Fever which is like...cute, but also supposed to be about celebrating Anna's birthday when really it just becomes about ~poor Elsa getting so sick~. Like, geezus christ, girl, sorry that performing even a fraction of the effort that Anna does on the daily gave you a fucking cold.

I see it in Dreamlight Valley, too - which is really fun, but. All of Anna's personal quests are about the other two people in her life - desperately trying to get Kristoff to remember her (he gives up his memory of his love for her for a spell to help save the Valley) and then being like "Elsa seems sad, how can I cheer her up??" while Elsa's quests are all about herself and like most of Kristoff's are helping new friends or taking a fucking bath.

And that's just like insult to injury, too, because for a property that wanted to spend so much time pushing the "true love can also be familial" agenda - which I do believe in - all they really ever want to do is talk about Anna & Kristoff together in like any other version of the franchise after the first movie. It neuters Kristoff as a character, making his whole personality/goal in life about being Anna's Love Interest AND it makes all the work they put into being like "Anna being so into the idea of romantic true love is dangerous and silly" just seem MEAN, since they ultimately decided she should forever be bound to a man she ALSO KNEW FOR LIKE A DAY. (AT LEAST HANS WAS NICE TO HER ON THE WHOLE DAY THEY KNEW EACH OTHER.)

It does help that Anna is queen now, I'll be honest. It's the least she deserves, but I'm sure if there's another movie, they're just going to be like, "Well, sorry, she's barely in this one because she's queen now and has to you know, just stay here and rule Arendelle, like everyone else who ruled before her did." OH WAIT.

Anyway, this is super incoherent because I feel all over the place when I start yelling about what I don't like about Frozen but the moral of the story is that I love Anna and I love Hans and at least once a year, I have to watch both of these stupid movies and be like, "BABIES I'M SO SORRY ALL THESE UGLY ASS BITCHES WOULD SAY THIS ABOUT YOU."

[1-deadgirlwalking-1]

5/26/2024

(another entry i forgot to post) It is 2am. Today my uncle came over again and we watched the last episodes of ROTTMNT. We are gonna watch the movie the day after tomorrow and then we will be finished with the series in its entirety. Which honestly makes me sad because I wish the series was longer, it deserved better than a season and a half… But anyway I’m also almost finished watching Vinland Saga, I’m on the 18th episode of season 2. Keep slacking on finishing it though.

I’m learning how to do my eyeliner and am currently typing this with a fricked up face after doing it for the second time ever. It’s so DIFFICULT but also much easier than I expected. I’ll get better with time and all that. Yada yada.

I want to get better with procrastination, I have so many things I want to do that I can right now but I never do them or I haven’t even started yet. I Also just remembered as I’m typing this I was supposed to make my list of every single thing I need/want to do… I don’t think I finished that ahh.

Anyway. I’ve been thinking maybe I should find a hobby I can do that doesn’t require much effort to start, like a video game. My main issue with doing things is actually getting myself to start, it takes a significant amount of time for me to summon the will, but once I’m actually doing the task I’m fine. And you don’t have to set up or do anything to start playing a video game, you just click on it and play. Much easier than a physical hobby. Doesn’t require money for many games also which means don’t need to ask my parents for supplies or get a job.

The other thing is though, I get addicted to video games very easily, I get addicted to basically anything that is even slightly addictive actually. I’m quite prone to addiction. And that’s why I usually avoid playing games.

It is now 6AM. And I can’t decide whether to sleep or stay up. I want to sleep cause I feel bad, like I don’t know what to do at all and I don’t want to exist, and sleeping will fix that because it’s the same as not existing for a little while, AND I only feel like that because I’m sleep deprived. But I think that sleeping is the more unhealthy of the two options because if I sleep I’ll sleep all day and stay up again tomorrow which’ll just repeat the cycle. While staying up for the rest of the day would help get my sleep back in check. I don’t know. I’ll probably give into just wanting to not exist and sleep. Sleep is good. I like not existing for a little bit. Also my arm is so itchy and it wont go away I think something bit me.

I feel like people are watching me again. I always feel like people are watching me. I want to sleep so that I can stop feeling like people are watching me. People are not watching me but I can never convince myself of that because I am psychotic. Ugh I wanna die. Not really but y’know. It’s like, ew. Stop everything. Ever.

I’m gonna go to sleep. I am going to give in and repeat the unhealthy cycle because I can’t deal with thiiiissss. Throws up. Dies. Kills myself. Also side note I have a really bad fear that any time I say “I want to (insert some bad situation happening to me)” that god will make it happen as punishment for me saying that. But that is illogical. If I say “I hope I die” I won’t actually die just because of it. The other day when I was in really bad pain because of the plane landing I texted my friend, “I HOPE WE CRASH” and we didn’t crash. But maybe that’s just because the plane crashing would hurt other innocent people as well.

But me dying would also hurt my parents and siblings and friends. And just generally everyone in my life. So my death really cannot be used as punishment. Sigh.

I hate religion and society why can’t we just exist. But no we can’t. Everything has to be so fucking complicated and stupid with unnecessary shit attached and the highest stakes imaginable, so much so that you can’t even comprehend the punishment for doing it wrong. It worse beyond your imagination!!

It’s 1:59PM now. I got woken up like 20 minutes ago. I have to do the dishes now. Unload, reload. I already finished unloading before typing this and now I’m just sitting in the bathroom not actually doing anything to avoid reloading the dishwasher for a minute more. I’m gonna go do that now.

Nevermind mama did that while I was in the bathroom. She’s also making pizza out of focaccia bread. I switched over the laundry instead. Nothing else to talk about right now.

It’s 3:57PM. I just got out of the shower. I regret not putting a hair mask on. And I’m eating the pizza. It’s very soft and quite salty because mama had added salt after mozzarella not thinking about the fact that the mozzarella already has salt in it.

I’ve still been slacking on my Japanese, it’s been like 3 months since I started and I still don’t even know half of the kana I was supposed to memorize all of in a couple days. T^T I’m gonna do my kana today though. Try to make it a habit.

[underswitch-prologue]

Part 14

"Thank you for all of this, but… I don't deserve such kindness," I stutter, choking on the tears that stream down my face. "I… why are you being so nice to me?"

“You deserve so much more than you think,” Asriel says.

After a moment, we all get back to decorating. After all the decorations are put up, Asgore directs us to the first party game. Pin the soul on the human.

“Pin the soul on the human”? Really? Nice twist on a classic party game, monsterkind.

Anyway, the party is amazing, I get the hang of the games really quickly and even win a few, and the cake and presents are amazing.

The next few days are fun. I learn to play chess and, with the power of loading quicksaves, become the undefeated chess champion; I finally manage to teach the Dreemurrs my fighting style and spar them a few times; Asriel and I run off with the video camera a few times; and I convince Torieal to let me bake a pie for Asgore's birthday, which is coming up quickly.

Anyway, Asgore's birthday arrives, and Asriel and I are in charge of baking the pie. We try to make a butterscotch-cinnamon pie, but we misread “1 cup of butter” as “1 buttercup.”

“The next ingredient is… it says 1 buttercup,” Asriel says.

“Are you sure it says buttercup? I know what those flowers can do to you, and it ain't pretty,” I ask.

“Yeah, I'm sure,” Asriel replies.

“Okay, then,” I say skeptically.

We make the pie and, due to tradition shared by humanity and monsterkind, Asgore takes the first bite of the pie.

His reaction is exactly how we expected. He's bedridden for several weeks.

Dr. Gaster has been spending a lot of time here.

Asriel feels really bad about making Asgore sick, but I just laugh it off every time he talks about it.

Asgore recovers a lot faster than I did, and we're all relieved.

On his last day of being bedridden, I visit him.

“Hey, Asgore,” I say as I approach his bedside.

Asgore looks over at me and smiles warmly. I can tell he's still sick but almost strong enough to be up and about.

“Howdy, Chara,” he responds, his voice a bit scratchy. “How's it going?”

“I'm fine. I just came to say that… I'm sorry for accidentally poisoning the pie with buttercups. How are you doing?”

“Well, aside from the obvious, I feel great! Gaster said that I should be on my feet as early as tomorrow at noon.”

I nod with a smile. “That's good to hear. I, um, I'm glad you guys took me in. If you hadn't… I don't know what I would've done.”

Asgore gives a hearty laugh, followed by a dry cough. He relaxes and closes his eyes. “I'm tired. I think I need to rest some more.”

“Please feel better soon, Dad,” I say with a hushed voice before leaving the room.

[kitkatwinchester]

MY POOR BABY! :(

Yeah so, uh...regular watching schedule my butt. XD

In my defense, my sister wants to play "The Expanse" video game when it comes out, which means she wants to watch the show before she plays the game, which means I've been spending all of my free time watching that with her instead of watching Teen Wolf.

Which, as an aside, has actually been super fun, because that show is AMAZING (HIGHLY recommend), but I have also definitely missed Teen Wolf, and with it officially being July and me only being halfway through Season 4, I definitely have some catching up to do...

So here I am!

...and I am sad.

My poor baby!! He misses Malia.

Like, okay, again, Stydia is the ultimate OTP, and honestly, everything with the bed adjustments and trying to find the right positioning where they were both comfortable sleeping was really cringy and awkward. To be frank, as far as I'm concerned, that just proves their relationship isn't going to last regardless.

HOWEVER.

They DID get comfortable, and Stiles got USED to her being there, and now she's NOT, and he can't SLEEP, and HE'S sad, so I'M sad, because my heart breaks any time my baby isn't happy.

So, ya know, great start.

Uggggghh I really hope Malia comes back sooner rather than later. WE NEED YOU IN THE PACK GOSH DARNAT!

Anyways...

Short reaction post, but I wanted to make everyone aware that I AM trying still trying to finish this show by mid-July, I promise!! The goal is there, and it will be accomplished gosh darnat! XD

Anyways here's a gif of my baby being all happy to make me feel better.

Update: I can't decide if Scott's concerned facial expressions are because of picturing a gun to Stiles's head, or picturing his dad shooting someone. Honestly, I think it's a little bit of both, and I feel bad for him. :( That said, I, for one, fully support Rafael being in the know. He deserves it at this point for sure.

Update Part II: I love our pack. That's it. That's the update. I'll add some more hashtags lol.

[britesparc]

Weekend Top Ten #586

Top Ten Lego Games

Ah, Lego. It’s great. I love Lego. And it feels almost a natural fit for videogames; simple, freeform construction with regular polygonal shapes. Funny, then, that the most popular and successful Lego videogames are, essentially, third-person comedy-action adventures where the actual process of building Lego is an adjunct.

Yes, the series of games by Traveller’s Tales (aka TT Games) is long-running – nearly twenty years old, my goodness – and is something of a holy text in our house. Ever since the first game – the Revenge of the Sith tie-in Lego Star Wars: The Video Game in 2005 – I’ve been hooked. I remember playing that and being flabbergasted by how fun it was; how delightful the central gameplay hook was, and also how much daft humour it wrung out of the Star Wars licence. And, for the most part, things have only gotten better from there.

There’s something inherently innocent but also faintly ridiculous about Lego. As such, once you render a famous character as a minifig – whether it’s Darth Vader or Indiana Jones, Aragorn or Batman – it instantly feels like something of a parody. I think this allows the talented developers to lean into a franchise’s giddiness and silliness, to find the inherent absurdities that all long-running and popular storylines possess. And I’ll tell you what, they do it so well. One of the disappointing things for me with the Lego Batman Movie was how first-base and obvious its Batman-related jokes were; in three different Lego Batman games, they’ve always managed to get deep-cut nerd gaggery out there, and more nuanced and – frankly – funnier takes on the source material. These are games that are, on the one hand, surface-level comedy – slapstick pratfalls, animal antics, characters’ heads on the wrong way round – but also humorous love letters on behalf of fans, referencing obscure elements of history and one-off random bits of lore. The ability to unlock characters such as Bat-Cow, for instance; where the hell did that come from, other than an adoration of the more sublime aspects of a franchise?

Coupled with that is the core gameplay loop. The games are relatively easy if you don’t mind dying a lot; you can sort of just brute force your way to the end of a level. But there’s something so enjoyable about the way the combat works, right from the off; the satisfying sound effects of scenery exploding into a shower of Lego studs. And then there’s the many differing objectives; secrets to unlock, minikits to discover, perfections to attain, to say nothing of a great use of achievements (killing Jar Jar; having Human Torch and Captain America on the same team). Again, the love and care is evident.

And – and! – these are perfect games for playing with little kids. They’re forgiving, they’re fun, they work great in co-op, and they star a host of child-friendly characters dressed as Lego. It’s arguable, sadly, that the golden age of Lego games has passed; they managed to release a game every year from 2005 to 2019, but after last year’s Skywalker Saga it doesn’t look like there’s another game imminent. This is a shame, because the franchise is so good as “my first game”; a new generation of nippers deserves the pleasure of getting Jimmy Olsen to beat Steppenwolf to death on the moon.

(Fun fact: I don’t actually know if either Jimmy or Steppenwolf are playable characters in any of the DC-based games. But you can go to the moon)

Anyway, the series is terrific, and I hope it does continue. I’d like another Lego Marvel and Lego DC title; one that combined the expansive nature and improved combat of Skywalker Saga with the tighter level design and simpler structure of some of the earlier titles. And now that Hasbro and Lego have joined forces with the excellent Lego Optimus set, a Transformers themed title would be awesome. But really the most obvious franchise to get the Lego treatment is surely Star Trek; sixty years of stories, multiple different casts, a plethora of costumes, and a host of inorganic sets and locations that lend themselves to simple Lego-esque shapes. Come on, you know you want to!

Lego Marvel Super Heroes (2013): the platonic ideal of TT’s Lego games. The Marvel cast lends itself not only to the collectible character-fest of Lego games; but their colourful depictions and – generally speaking – moderate power set means it doesn’t stray too far from the template established by Star Wars. The central hub of New York – a Marvel mainstay – perfectly threads the needle between pseudo-realistic open world city and quirky, funny, Lego town. But the missions themselves remain discrete and focused, recognisable as core “levels” and distinct from the hub city with its side-quests and secrets. It may be showing its age a little but it still has all the elements in the best possible order.

Lego Star Wars: The Skywalker Saga (2022): returning to the origins of the franchise is a good move, and the already bulging Star Wars cast is further bolstered with characters from the newer films and shows. The open galaxy structure of the game is expansive and mostly very rewarding; it’s great fun to jet off from Tatooine to Hoth and run around collecting stuff. Gameplay and graphics improvements are very welcome, but there is a slightly wonky nature to a lot of the missions, which blur too much into the open-world gameplay and often too simplistic or repetitive. Marrying the open galaxy approach with more discrete and separate missions could have made it the best Lego yet.

Lego Batman 3: Beyond Gotham (2014): the DC universe is just as jam-packed with fun and colourful characters as Marvel, even if the often extensive powersets of, say, Superman and Wonder Woman don’t translate quite as neatly to the formula as Iron Man and Captain America. Despite all that, we still have a tremendous game with really strong missions and a host of different smaller hub worlds spread across the planets of the DC Universe. It’s fun to find secrets like a cow on the moon, and locations such as the Justice League Watchtower or the Batcave are incredibly well designed. Plus the secrets and nods to the comics are probably the best in the series’ history.

Lego Star Wars II: The Original Trilogy (2006): back to basics and the early days of the franchise here, but there’s something so pure and well-executed that it can’t be ignored. After the first Lego Star Wars, detailing the prequels, we went back to the classic trilogy and every aspect was refined. Controls and cameras tightened, graphics improved, missions more focused, and – it has to be said – better source material. The Mos Eisley Cantina hub is wonderful, becoming increasingly populated with characters as you unlock more and more. Yes, its structure feels simplistic nowadays, but perhaps this simplicity is also a strength.

Lego Dimensions (2015): a bold and daring experiment in the short-lived “toys to life” genre, one seemingly made for Lego. Outside of the amusing and entertaining (and, er, expensive) gimmick of being able to “connect” real Lego kits and characters to the game, it’s still a really cool journey through the Lego multiverse, as your mismatched team (including Gandalf, Batman, and Wyldstyle) bump into characters from properties as diverse as Ghostbusters and The Wizard of Oz. Sprawling and perhaps a tiny bit unfocused (its multiple worlds and modes can be confusing for kids), it earns so many points for the gag where The Doctor will regenerate into a different incarnation every time he dies.

Lego Marvel Super Heroes 2 (2017): the sequel to the greatest Lego game of all time does a lot of things right, but this is – I feel – where a bit of the bloat and confusion starts to creep in. by opening up the Marvel multiverse (a year before Spider-Verse came out, predating the whole multiverse boom!) we get some cool variants of classic characters and it does a good job showcasing the likes of Spider-Gwen and Squirrel Girl. But the open world, featuring a mishmash of alternate New Yorks (News York?) just isn’t as fun, and the divide between the casual exploration of the hubs and the individual missions is blurred. It’s just messier, basically.

Lego Batman: The Videogame (2008): like with Star Wars, we go back to basics for this fantastic entry. Shorn of the structure of adapting the Star Wars trilogies, this is an original story that skews Adam West in its levity but is pleasingly Animated Series in its aesthetic. Without quite so many hero characters to choose from, the use of alternate suits for Batman and Robin is inspired, creating a very satisfying puzzle element. And, of course, the Rogue’s Gallery is ideal for a game like this, especially with the nice hook that you get to play levels from the bad guys’ perspective too.

Lego Indiana Jones: The Original Adventures (2008): often maligned, I really liked this, and it’s one of the very (very) few games I’ve ever 100%-ed. Whilst the Indy characters aren’t as varied or colourful as others, the level design and gameplay mechanics made it feel more like an old-school action adventure as you pick up tools to solve puzzles along the way. It adapts the films’ set-pieces really well and the university hub is well-realised and full of secrets. Plus you get to be a Lego Sean Connery, what more do you want?

Lego Lord of the Rings (2012): one of the first Lego games to have a true open world about it, as you set off from the Shire on the adventure. Again we see the use of tools and different characters’ abilities as you progress, even if the roster is inevitably less varied or dynamic than with, say, Marvel. But the subject matter does suit the gameplay very well, and of course there’s a quirky sense of humour to Jackson’s films making the game’s silly jokes marry quite well. Feels like a good bridge between the more simplistically structured early games and the expansive open worlds of later years.

Lego Star Wars: The Video Game (2005): going back to where it all began with the very first Lego game, and one that genuinely blew me away. Seriously, I was surprised at just how good this was, because, well, who expected it? But TT were onto something right from the start. Yes, it’s very similar in structure to later, better games – especially it’s direct sequel. Yes, you could argue that both games can be sampled in the Complete Saga compilation. But there’s still loads to enjoy here. And yes, as should be obvious, I’ve not played one of the Harry Potter games. I’ve heard they’re pretty good though.

[koosbabygrl]

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Summary▸ Jungkook can’t help what he wants, and what he wants, is you. Genre▸ Smut||Yandere||Explicit||18+ONLY▸REPOST Pairing▸ Jungkook x reader  TW▸ Explicit, disassociation, mentions of crush, age difference, pining, teasing, arousal, oral, premature ejaculation, mommy kink, dirty talk, degradation, praise kink, switch!jungkook, unprotected sex, rough sex, nipple biting, yandere.

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He’d known you for as long as he could remember. You were like a second mother to him. The one that always hosted the best birthday parties and allowed her son to have sleepovers and video game nights. Jungkook always thought you were amazing and he was a little jealous of his best friend Jimin for having the best mom in the world. His own mother wasn’t terrible, but you were perfect. He recalls the moment he developed his crush, he must have been sixteen or seventeen when he noticed you. He’d been a bit embarrassed when he tried sitting closer to you during a movie night only for you to get up and walk off into the kitchen. When he turned eighteen he was set on winning you over and he knew that age wouldn't be a factor now, not when he was legal. That is what he assumed had been the issue. Of course a woman like you, so delicate and sensual, wouldn't want to openly admit your desire for him knowing it could get you both in trouble.

He couldn’t help falling, it hit him like a train, and now that he would be going to university he was sick to his stomach. He wasn’t sure how he would last without you. He was used to seeing you almost everyday, eating your meals, and hearing your melodic laugh at the jokes Jimin would say. He was glad you had divorced your husband. He never deserved you anyway. Jungkook remembered the way he would treat you like crap during summer pool parties when he thought no one was looking, but Jungkook had seen everything. He’d been smaller then and unable to protect you, but now he was a man and he wanted to make sure you understood that there would be nobody to love you better than him.

He knew you liked the attention, he could tell. Even now as he got taller and stronger, your eyes strayed toward him. He wasn’t stupid. All he needed was a moment alone with you, but Jimin was always around and in the way. He loved his best friend, but now that he was old enough he knew his time with you was short and soon he’d have to go to uni. He didn’t want to miss any opportunity to see you so when Jimin invited him over to the pool, Jungkook was quick to jump on it. The first thing he saw as he entered the yard was you in that fucking excuse for a bikini. He walked in and made his way to you while Jimin went inside. It was always routine to greet you after all, but this time he wanted to make it clear.

He walked up to you and stood there in silence, knowing perfectly well you knew he was there. The goosebumps spreading throughout your arms and legs made it obvious you were aware. “Hey, Ms. ____. Thanks for inviting me over.”

Jungkook spoke in a low tone, a bit closer than he’d ever dared to go. You shivered at the breath he blew when he finished his greeting, making him smirk in victory.

“Hey, Kook. I just thought we could have a get together before you boys pack up for school. Hungry?”

“Starving.” Jungkook lowly growled his response and turned to walk off knowing you caught his meaning. He could sense you turn to look at his back knowing you were desperate for him. The only issue now was how to get rid of Park Jimin.

The afternoon went well, Jungkook and Jimin playing in the pool while you sat and watched. He would purposely flex whenever he threw the beach ball and made sure to not stretch out his shorts when the water glued them to his form after getting out of the pool. He didn’t bother shaking off the excess water, enjoying how you bit your lip and eyed him underneath your sunglasses. It was obvious you were ogling. He tried his best to be good and not come too close knowing Jimin might be weirded out. Thankfully, just like clockwork, the phone call Jungkook had been waiting for made its way to Jimin’s phone. He had asked a friend to call Jimin declaring an emergency that would tie him up for a few hours, and Jimin being the ever helpful and faithful friend would never say no.

“Hey, mom. I’ve gotta go help Taehyung. I might be a bit. Is it okay if I leave you here with Jungkook? I’ll be back as soon as I can.”

“Sure, baby. You go ahead. Jungkookie and I will be fine.”

Jungkook thought he heard a slight nervousness in your voice, but what he noticed the most was how quickly you got up and wrapped your body with the terry cloth wrap. That wouldn’t do at all. This was not the fucking time to get all shy when he had you all to himself. The entire day you’d sashayed that cute ass past him while he soaked in the sun, his boner increasingly becoming a problem he had to conceal. This would not do at all. He had already made up his mind about how this day was going to go and he wouldn’t let a bit of hesitation get in his way.

Making sure his friend left, he offered to walk Jimin to the car after he had changed and even waved goodbye watching him drive off until he could no longer see his car. With a set determination, he turned back to stride into the yard seeing you on the other side wiping down the fancy marble counter only a spoiled cunt like you would own.

He could hear your breathing, the tension in the air so thick Jungkook was thankful you were both outside. “It’s just us two, Ms. ____.”

“Ha...yes...yeah Jungkookie so it is. Would you mind grabbing those dishes for me on the table, I needed to--”

Jungkook didn’t hear a word you said. He grabbed your wrist in the midst of your scrubbing and squeezed. You dropped the sponge unable to hold it and turned to him shocked at that audacity of his behavior. “J-Jungkook...what are yo--”

“Don’t pretend you don’t want it. I’ve been waiting for so long...and now I have you. Don’t you want me, Ms. ___?”

Jungkook enjoyed the struggle in your look, the way your eyes lit with desire and doubt. The line he was dancing on was a dangerous one, but he was glad to see that you wanted him just as much as he wanted you. “I don’t know w-what you’re talking about...I just need to finish…”

You were unable to finish your excuse because Jungkook’s hands had made their way over your hips and under your back side. He lifted you up without any warning and set you down on the very counter you were so focused on cleaning. Too bad he planned to make it dirty.

“You know exactly what I mean. So don’t fucking act like you don’t know. I’m so sick and tired of these games. Can’t you feel how fucking hard I am for you?”

He thrust once against you, hard, and you couldn’t help but roll your eyes to the back of your head.

“Say you want it, Ms. ___. Please...I’ve been such a good boy.”

It didn’t take long for Jungkook’s little display to kick you into gear. You were already worried the neighbors may have seen this show, so you quickly hopped off and grabbed his hand leading him inside. “We can’t do this here. What if someone sees?”

Barely making it to the door, Jungkook grabbed you and slammed you up against the glass sliding door. “Fuck the neighbors.” He kissed you then, finally able to taste the forbidden apple that had been dangling in front of him for as long as he could remember. You tasted exactly as he imagined and he couldn’t help but moan softly into your mouth. When you grabbed his hair and pulled him closer, Jungkook just about broke apart. Once again he lifted you and fit himself between the opening of the door carrying you all the way into the kitchen. It was the closest room and he really didn’t think he could wait any longer.

Immediately he got to work, satisfied with how easily you gave in. Your top was the first to go, the pathetic teeny string easy to rip off your soft body. He latched himself onto your nipple the moment it came into sight and bit down hard. You arched your back in pain and looked at him in question, but the stare he delivered as he licked and suckled on the abused nipple made you clench. As he kissed over your body you pretended it wasn’t happening. Your mind took you to another world trying to get over the guilt of letting your son’s best friend fuck you on the kitchen counter. The very same you used to serve them breakfast after their sleepovers.

“Do you know how long I’ve wanted this?” Jungkook could barely speak, his mouth busy finding any available skin he could find to suck on hungrily. He loved the way you responded, how you were already rolling your hips against his own, the fucking swinsuits still blocking access. He was getting desperate, the heat of your cunt making his cock impossibly harder. When you tugged on his hair and pulled him back, he whimpered, and in that second he knew he was fucked.

“Tell me how long you’ve wanted this, Jungkookie?”

You stared right into his eyes, the worry about doing wrong replaced with the lust you couldn’t contain. He tried to look away then, a slight blush manifesting itself upon his pretty face and neck. It seemed he liked being roughed up and it only drove you further.

“I...I ...for so long..Ms.___. I’ve wanted this for so long.” he cried out as your nails dug slightly into his scalp, his neck now turned at an uncomfortable angle away from your face.

“Is that so? You don’t have to call me Ms. ___. There’s something else you want to call me, isn’t there?”

Was there? Oh yes there was, Jungkook realized that you were giving him the opportunity. He tried the word on his tongue...weighing it in his mind before allowing it to spill from his lips.

“Mommyyyyy”

The moment he said it his hips stuttered and he came all over his swim shorts. You watched him groan and hump his hips against you like some pathetic little boy who lacked self-control. It was amazing to watch. His head fell against your belly as he cried out mommy over and over. You had never experienced anything like that before. It was such an erotic scene, only making you more needy.

“What a good boy, getting all whiny for his mommy. Look at me.”

Jungkook could barely look, he felt so much shame at realizing he ruined the one moment he had to prove to you that he became a man. You always held such power over him. He glanced up and when he saw the expression on your face he hid against the crook of your neck pouting.

“I’m sorry...I’m so sorry...sorry...sorry….”

“Hush. Don’t worry. I loved it. You were so needy for your mommy weren’t you?”

Jungkook nodded against your shoulder, the sweet boy you knew suddenly making an appearance. But the truth was, he was no longer a boy, but a man...and you were probably the first older women he’d ever been with. “How about this, baby? Take off my bottoms and show me how badly you want to please me. I know you want to, don’t you, sweet boy? Wanna taste mommy’s cum?”

Jungkook immediately lifted his head up and agreed. His hands got busy removing whatever else was in his way, happy that he was finally able to eat your cunt. It was all he ever dreamed of. He was embarrassed to admit how many times he’d gotten off against his own pillow at the thought. He tried one long stripe feeling proud when you bucked against his mouth.

“Fuck, Kook. You’re an experienced little whore, aren’t you?”

He didn’t reply, too focused on the pretty pussy before him, open, glistening and fully aroused. He went back to it, swiping his tongue over any place he could, swallowing eagerly each time. Your cries in the background egged him on, the need to please you overwhelming his senses. He latched onto your clit, the one thing he knew made the girls go wild. He did his best to tug on it just right, repeating his actions when you reacted positively. And just when he thought you would cum all over his tongue, you pulled his head back and away.

“W-what..” his chin was coated in your arousal, the confused look on his face making him look like a puppy who’d just been denied a meal.

“Mommy wants to feel your dick.” You sat up and he moved back, happy that you locked him in with your legs. His cock was hard again, the tip rubbing against the counter’s edge, the oversensitivity making him crazy. He waited as you slid closer, using your feet to remove his shorts. When he cock sprang free, you pressed up against him fully and let his cock sit between your wet slit.

“See what a good boy you are?”

“Yes, the best boy.”

“That’s right. And who are you good for?”

“For mommy. Only for mommyyyy.”

“Don’t you forget it.” Using your legs you pulled him flush against you and then tucked your hand between your bodies to push his length deep into your core. It was one swift move leaving Jungkook a complete mess. His head fell onto your shoulder, his determination not to cum too soon hovering over him.

“Mommmmyyy, I can’t...it feels so good.”

“Well you’d better, baby boy. You’d better make your mommy cum, or else.”

Jungkook needed no further warning. He grabbed your hips and squeezed him, pulling you forward as you kept sliding back and forth with the force of his thrusts. You were crying against the shell of his ear and he felt like he was in heaven. He was actually the one making you feel this, he was the reason, and it made him so proud. Not wanting to fuck up, he slide his hand over your belly and let his thumb find its way to you clit. When he pressed down, you choked out, and he smiled wickedly.

“Does that feel good, mommy? Hmmm? Is your baby boy doing the best job?”

“The fucking best…” you barely managed to respond, already so close to cumming. The little fucker knew exactly what he was doing and you wouldn’t have it any other way. Jungkook, however, wanted to make it even more memorable. Lifting you up with his dick still inside, he laid you on the ground and then removed himself. The feeling of the cold tile on your back had you reeling.

“Jungkook, what the fu-”

“Turn around.”

“Wh-”

“I said turn around, mommy. Don’t be a fucking disrespectful whore.”

Without another word you turned, getting on your hands and knees ready to be fucked into oblivion. You recognized the look in his eyes. It was the look he’d been giving you since the moment you realized he wasn’t your innocent little Jungkookie anymore.

He gripped your hips, lifting them higher leaving your cheek to lay flat on the floor. Somehow the cool of the tile was welcome against the raging heat on your face. Just as you were wondering when he’d get started, his cock pushed straight in without any resistance. He began pounding into you, no remorse, no tenderness, just wild and reckless sex. Your hands slipped against the floor, a squelching sound heard whenever you tried to grab the surface with sweaty palms. He was unforgiving, the months of teasing finally reaching an end. There was no more talking, just pure unadulterated lust. When you felt him getting desperate at not wanting to cum just yet, he’d adjust your position, pressing your hips down a little, but not so much that he couldn't wrap his hand around to find your clit.

You were practically a useless piece of flesh under him as he rolled his hips so hard and deep you could barely move your own. His hand was pinned between the floor and your cunt, but you used the pressure to press against his palm, perfectly hitting your swollen nub each and every time. “I’m gonna cum...I’m gonna cum...oh god…”

“Mommmyyyyy….oh fuckk….mommyyy cum on my cock pleasee..”

His whines was all it took to have you clenching around him. As you came you felt him swell inside of you preparing to take whatever he gave. He released into you, his cum not stopping aas he grunted and cried out his orgasm. You took it well, the sharp pounds beating against your hips causing bruising. He then dropped on top of you, the weight of his body causing you to plop to the ground. His cock still nestled inside and now deflated, he lay there, most of his weight on his arms, as he tried to gather his strength.

“Jungkookie, I can’t breathe.”

“Oh shit, I’m sorry.”

You laugh at the way he scrambled off of you and then lay next to you with his back flat on the floor. He looked amazing, his sweet face and long lashes making you want him again.

“We’d better get up before Jimin comes back.”

“Oh yeah, I forgot about him.” Jungkook giggled and then looked about realizing there was a mess that needed to be cleaned up. Looking to you he noticed you were exhausted and he was pretty much responsible for the cum leaking out of your cunt. “Let me help you.”

Sitting up, he turns you over slowly and then lifts up one of your legs. “Can’t have mommy being a dirty bitch, now can we?”

NEXT

[nexus02]

I know this won't mean much in the great scheme of things but I have to say it anyways.

Technoblade meant a lot to me. He showed me that someone like me could make it.

I too struggle with severe adhd and anxiety. I have a voice many call monotone it makes them want to talk to me less since they can't read me well. I hyperfocus and hyperfixate on the randomest things. I love playing video games, especially Minecraft, even though I'm 20 years old.

I didn't know him but I related to him from his stories to the way he presented himself. I looked at him and though wow... Maybe these traits aren't so bad. Maybe I can make it like he did. Maybe I can live my dreams like he could.

Through my darkest times over the last two and a half years, and trust me some of them really weren't pretty, I could look at Technos content and laugh and smile and hope. He held so much importance for so many of us and will always be one of my biggest inspirations to keep going.

From what we know he was a genuine, kind hearted and down to earth individual. And I wish all of his loved ones the very best and to take the time they need to process this. Please respect his families and his friends privacy and give them space to mourn.

And you all as well. Take the time to process this. Mourn in a way this feels right for you. You have every right to feel what you're feeling right now and to take your time with those feelings.

Please stay safe and contact someone for support if you need to. My dms are open you can rant to me if you don't have anyone else. Rember to stay hydrated and try to eat.

My closest friend and I always said that he deserved the world but I think we were wrong. He deserved better than that and I really do hope that wherever he is now can be that place.

It will hurt for a while but I hope in the future we can look back on him and all he did with genuine happiness. I think that's all he ever wanted to achieve for us.

Rest in peace and power Technoblade. You meant the world to me.

[tendouluvr]

not telling them you’re pregnant - f!reader

- fluff, sliiiight angst maybe

- characters: suna, sakusa, semi

- warnings: pregnancy (i don’t go into detail of giving birth or anything), cravings, morning sickness aka throwing up, two mention of the act of sex in semi’s, some cursing

- wc:��1.4k, 888, 946

a/n: it’s f!reader cuz pregnancy but there’s no specific pronouns/gendered terms used

also idk how suna got so long, he was the last one i wrote for bc i couldnt think of anything lmao

[2. iwaizumi, atsumu, kageyama]

SUNA

#! suna has been practicing late into the night the past few weeks

#! there’s a big game coming up and the entire team is feeling the pressure and adrenaline from the crunch time

#! you haven’t been feeling too good lately, a lot heavier and more tired than usual

#! thinking it was just stress from work and the missing presence of your boyfriend, you pushed through it and thought it would go away in the next few days

#! unfortunately, luck wasn’t on your side and you started to get sudden needs to throw up

#! it didn’t take you long to realize why your physical and mental drive have been down lately

#! you’re pregnant

#! or you believe you are

#! you bought a few tests, some of different brands so you can have a variety, and headed home to confirm your suspicion

#! a few minutes later, staring back at you was multiple positive symbols and the bolded ‘PREGNANT’s

#! taking a few deep breaths, you decided to tell suna tonight once he comes home

#! you thought it was better to let him know as soon as possible

#! it wouldn’t hurt anyone plus the faster you rip the bandaid off, the easier it’ll be to deal with it

#! so you waited

#! and waited

#! until 11pm that night, when suna finally came through the front door

#! “tarō! how was practice? can we talk?” you hurriedly greeted him

#! he was taken aback, not expecting you to be right beside him and in his ear as soon as he came in

#! of course you weren’t, you made sure to put some space in between you and him

#! but suna was stressed and tired, so everything is intensified to him at the moment

#! “can you back up?” he mumbled, pushing his way from in front of you to walk to the kitchen

#! “oh, sorry. can we talk?” you sheepishly smiled, hoping he would say yes

#! you’re not blind, you can tell that suna was tired but you really didn’t wanna put this off

#! you were just gonna tell him, he gets surprised, you both talk it out, and then go to bed and continue figuring things out tomorrow morning

#! but before any of that can happen, suna bluntly told you, “no. i’m tired. i’m sure whatever it is isn’t a big deal. can it be tomorrow? i wanna sleep.”

#! you didn’t get to answer before he was already walking away to the bedroom

#! understanding where he was coming from, you mentally agreed to talk to him tomorrow. one day wouldn’t change anything and you’ve seen plenty of people not tell their partners until a few weeks in

#! he was right, it wasn’t a big deal (yet)

#! so you waited until tomorrow

#! and waited

#! and once again, he came home late

#! “hey! can we quickly talk, babe?”

#! “i’m tired. tomorrow, okay?”

#! “oh, okay. night, rin!”

#! “g’night.”

#! night came and there was still no talk

#! this continued on for about 2 weeks, you finally choosing to not care anymore and just let him find out whenever he finds out

#! technically, you could’ve just blurted out a simple, “i’m pregnant.” any point during your nightly five seconds conversations

#! but seeing that he really was tired, springing it onto him would either put him in a full body shock for three days or he just doesn’t fully process your words until three days after

#! a month has passed, your stomach was still barely showing like most women at their one month mark

#! you decided to book an appointment for a checkup, it’ll be while suna’s at practice

#! and that doctor appointment was the exact reason suna found out

#! he was at practice when komori entered the gym

#! he had a doctor’s appointment for his annual checkup, and that’s where he saw you

#! you didn’t see komori, busy reading the directory to find your way to the right office

#! but he saw you on the way out. seeing that you looked a bit busy, he chose not to greet you and just quickly walk to his car lmao why is this funny to me

#! entering the gym, he greeted everyone and apologized for his tardiness even though it was excused

#! walking up to suna, he tapped him on the shoulder and quietly told him, “i saw yn at the hospital earlier. it’s been awhile since we all got together huh, they looked a bit different.”

#! ok so komori, being the smart person he is, deducted that you were pregnant when he saw your finger pointing at the ob/gyn office

#! and he genuinely thought suna knew so his comment was suppose to be a small joke that was meant to tease suna and his sex life

#! suna, however, was confused

#! look different? did you get surgery?

#! “what do you mean?”

#! komori rolled his eyes and gave a sweet smile at suna, “congrats you two! when were you gonna tell the rest of us?”

#! suna: 👨‍🦲 huh

#! “are you guys not pregnant?” he blinked at suna’s frozen reaction

#! suna became unresponsive so komori just walked away mumbling to himself about being sure he read the sign right

#! a loud whistle blew and it shook suna out of his daze, everyone got ready to play a practice game of 3 vs 3 while suna ran over to the coach

#! “hey coach, um i think there’s an emergency at home. can i go? ok thanks.”

#! his coach just stares after him as he sprints off, you think? is there an emergency or not?

#! suna quickly drove home, he may or may not have speed a little, and entered the apartment

#! “yn? baby?” he called out only to be greeted back with silence

#! probably still at the hospital....what were you doing there? he thought to himself while rummaging around the house to find anything that could give him somewhat of an idea

#! he was digging around in the bedroom when you came home, his head so frenzied he didn’t hear the front door open

#! but you heard the ruckus from the bedroom and immediately went into fight or flight

#! panicking, you took out your phone to call suna while quietly opening the front door to make your way back out before the intruder catches you

#! the phone rang and rang until it was picked up. “suna?” you whisper-yelled into the speaker. you had a habit of calling him by his last name when you were freaking out. he noticed and was equally alarmed

#! “what’s wrong?” he whispered back just as panicked

#! “there’s someone in our apartment. can you come home?”

#! “huh? oh, are you home?” he cackles into the phone speaker making you move the phone away from your ear, “it’s me, sweets, c’mere.”

#! you warily walked on your tiptoes over to your bedroom, peeking your head in and what a surprise, it is suna

#! “jackass! why are you home?!”

#! “why didn’t you tell me?” he cut straight to the point

#! “huh?”

#! “you’re pregnant. when were you gonna tell me?” his voice sounding stern, but the quiet smile dancing on his face tells a different story

#! “i tried.”

#! “huh? what do you mean?”

#! “all those times i asked if we could talk. i was trying to tell you.”

#! his heart dropped, eyebrows furrowing, while he stared you down

#! suna became unresponsive once again, standing there trying to think back to the first time you asked him

#! two weeks ago

#! “i’m sorry,” he quietly whispers

#! “hm? i..it’s fine....i was a bit sad, but i’m over it. at least you know now,” you casually shrugged it off like it wasn’t a big deal

#! “no. i shouldn’t have pushed you aside like that. even if you weren’t pregnant, even if you had just wanted to tell me about some stupid video you saw that day, i shouldn’t have told you off. i’m sorry, i love you a lot and you deserve so much better.”

#! “tarō, shut up. i accept your apology and i forgive you, now make it up to me by giving me a back massage while i show you the ultrasound pictures!”

#! he kisses you before lifting you up bridal style making his way to the bed

SAKUSA

#! contrary to popular beliefs, sakusa is not an obsessive germaphobe who finds everything disgusting but you

#! he wouldn’t be playing volleyball if he was that afraid of germs,,,,,

#! yes, he cringes if random little kids grab onto him after games because 1) he’s drenched in sweat and that feeling is not fun

#! 2) he doesn’t even know themmm

#! and 3) he wanna go home

#! but sakusa loves you and if you happened to get pregnant, he would love your kid(s) just the same

#! however, he never told you this. he never really had a reason to voice this out loud

#! so when you actually did get pregnant, you were confused

#! the only interactions between sakusa and kids you’ve seen multiple times were the moments between him and his fans

#! you guys have been to family parties and his nieces, nephews, and cousins looooves him

#! maybe it’s the fact that he’s a tall looming giant and they just want to climb

#! but besides those moments, you don’t recall him ever telling you upfront that he wants children of his own

#! and the constant stress and pressure he always seem to be working around also doesn’t help reassure you in any way

#! being an athlete for a living means always watching your body, health, and looks for the cameras (but omi could care less about the last thing)

#! he also has to make sure whether or not he’s working well with his teammates, practice and improve on anything he’s having problems with, and deal with atsumu’s dramatic ass

#! you’re an overthinker and because of that, all of these reasons were just reasons for you to postpone the pregnancy news to your long term boyfriend

#! it wasn’t too hard anyway, considering practice runs late sometimes and he’s busy majority of the time doing other stuff

#! when you guys do have alone time together, you both are so focused on one another that you actually forget that you’re pregnant and you never told him

#! you’re about to hit the three months mark now — time goes by fast — and sakusa has noticed you and your body changing

#! at first he just thought you were going through a phase of cravings and a bit of bloating, so he didn’t mention it and just let you be

#! he never got to witness you getting morning sickness because he goes on early runs or he was just out doing morning errands so he wouldn’t have to deal with it later that day

#! so when he caught you in the kitchen cutting up a lemon, the last thing he was expecting you to do was bring the lemon directly up to your mouth

#! “uh, what are you doing?” his deep voice caught you off guard, effectively stopping the hand that was holding the lemon

#! you just stare at him, not wide-eyed, not surprised, just stare

#! “eating a lemon.”

#! “i can see that.... why exactly?”

#! “dunno, the baby i guess.” you casually shrugged it off before popping the lemon slice into your mouth

#! “ah-,” he opened his mouth to stop you from eating the lemon, your words not fully processing in his mind, but cut off midway and froze when he finally realized

#! hearing him pause like that made you suddenly remembered that you never told him you were pregnant

#! you slowly turned back to look at him, mouth still slowly chewing the lemon slices

#! a moment of silence later, he unfreezes and just starts stiffly walking towards you

#! he grabbed you by the shoulders, made you look him in the eyes, before whispering, “you’re pregnant?!”

#! “y-yes..”

#! his eyes were wide, black pupils expanding as he stared you down, his lips slowly curving into a small smile

#! “you’re pregnant....,” he whispers, mainly to himself, hugging your head into his chest

#! “mhm, get off me i’m trying to eat,” you gently pushed him off but he wouldn’t budge

#! “omiiii please, if you get off i’ll give you a slice,” you tried bribing him. he couldn’t tell if you were being serious or just teasing

#! “no.”

#! “um ok, two slices?”

#! “no.”

#! “omi!”

#! he giggles before opening his arms to let you go

#! “why didn’t you tell me?”

#! you didn’t reply right away, making him start to overthink

#! did you not want the baby? or did you not want a kid with him? did you not want to be with him anymore? or was it not his?!

#! he childishly shakes his head side to side at the last question. he knew you wouldn’t do that

#! but you were still silent, making him nervously glance at you from the side

#! “sorry, piece of lemon stuck in my teeth. i just forgot to tell you,” the words easily flowing out of your mouth nonchalantly

#! sakusa’s fingers were literally about to start twitching from anxiousness beside you

#! a sigh of relief was heard from him and you turned to look at him

#! “you okay?”

#! he doesn’t answer, just gives you a smile and goes back to hugging you from behind

SEMI

#! you were currently sitting on the couch in your shared apartment waiting for semi to come home

#! he’s been on tour for a few months now, you both kept in touch by facetiming, texting, calling, and any other methods of virtual communication

#! you would tune into the live recording of all of his performances when you had time so you could watch him

#! a few weeks into tour, you suddenly felt different than usual but shook it off as nothing and probably just you missing your boyfriend

#! you believed that until one morning you were woken up by the sudden urge to throw up, dashing to the restroom as fast as your drowsy body can go

#! it was then that you realized you might be pregnant

#! the night before semi left, you both had sex to enjoy your last few hours together before he had to leave for a few months

#! with the new realization, you quickly dressed yourself to make a short trip to the store to pick up some tests

#! after half an hour of looking at yourself in the mirror, trying to wrap your head around this, you finally opened the first box

#! a few minutes later, all 5 tests were lined up on the bathroom counter showing positive

#! you stared at the tests, trying to make sure you weren’t reading it wrong

#! once you began to understand the responsibility of being pregnant a few hours later, you made a mental note to go out and buy some food for yourself the next day

#! you decided to sleep off the rest of that day

#! through all of the facetime calls with semi, you never once told him you were pregnant

#! you knew that if you told him he would freak out and either demand to go back home, or stay but all of his attention would be on you being pregnant alone at home for the rest of the tour

#! so here you are now, sitting with a 4 1/2 months baby bump waiting for your beloved to come home

#! it was around 6pm when the front door opened, sounds of shuffling bags and heavy steps could be heard from the musician

#! he cursed under his breath when he almost tripped over a duffle bag with some of his loungewear, calling out for you as he walks further into the apartment, “baby? i’m home!”

#! he was about to speak up again when he saw you asleep on the couch

#! bouncing his way over, he got onto his knees at the edge of the couch to observe your face. god i miss you, he thought to himself

#! he gently shakes you awake, you jolted in surprise not knowing you fell asleep in the first place

#! “hmm- what?,” soft murmurs falling from your lips as you adjusted your eyes at your surrounding

#! “eita!” he grinned at you, both of you pulling each other into a hug

#! “fuck, i miss you so much.” he whispered into your ears before placing his face into your neck

#! “i miss you more.” you tightened your grip around him making him move up on the couch to get more comfortable

#! you both moved around until he had you cradled in between him, your back against his chest

#! his hands going under your his shirt to caress you there when his movements stopped right on top of your stomach

#! it was silent as his warm hands rubbed your stomach in circles, the gears turning in his head

#! “are you- you feel- why’s your tum so round and hard?” he quizzically asked, still rubbing your stomach

#! “pregnant.” your voice a low whisper, he almost didn’t catch it

#! “what?”

#! “pregnant.” you repeated, a bit louder this time

#! “huh?”

#! “pregnant!” you sighed, moving his hand so you can get off of him

#! he grabs your wrist to stop you from walking away and turns you to look at him

#! “you’re pregnant?!”

#! “i just said that. yes.”

#! you knew you sounded blunt and a bit mean, it wasn’t his fault he doesn’t know at all, but your hormones have been making you crankier and it’s out of your control

#! “sorry. yes, i’m pregnant.”

#! his eyes continuously darts up and down from your eyes to your bump

#! “how long?”

#! “since you left.”

#! “was it the night before?” he was referring to your act of intimacy the night before he left

#! “yea.”

#! “wow. why didn’t you tell me?”

#! “because.”

#! “‘cuz what?”

#! “because i know you. you would either stop touring and come home, or stay but lose focus. i was just trying to not distract you because i know how important your career is to you. and because i thought that you’ll be having a six months break after this tour before your next comeback, i would tell you when you came home. i’m sorry if you’re ma-,”

#! “i’m not mad. oh don’t cry, babe, look at me.”he carefully cups your face, “it’s okay, it’s okay. i get why you kept it from me. and now that i have no schedule for the next six months, i can be there for you until the end of your pregnancy and the beginning of our baby’s life alright?”

#! you weakly nodded against his palms, and he brings you back down to lay your head on his chest as you both softly talk about the past months without each other