#at first i hated them but now idk how it happen

[moldycheezeit]

Prologue

Before You read I'm letting you know again this is the first time I've ever written fan fiction so if it sucks I'm sorry. :(  This does have swearing and mentions of death and blood. Also I think I'm just going to make batsis just a mix of Nami and Uraraka b/c idk how to incorporate Mitsuri into her. And if you watch mha or one piece I'm sorry if I don't make batsis accurate to both characters, even though I've watched both shows I feel like I'll mess it up somehow.

By the time you were born Bruce Wayne and his wife, your mother, had adopted Richard Grayson also known as the first robin or Dick. Your mother was heavily pregnant at the time and about to pop. But when the birth happened about a month later something went wrong, she lost too much blood and did make it. Overcome with grief Bruce nor Dick could look at you, because they couldn’t see a daughter/sister all they would see was the thing that killed somebody whom they loved. 

This caused Alfred to be the one who had named you because no one else would, so Alfred picked the name (y/n). He can remember how much your mom loved the name. But let's interrupt the sadness if you had to talk about your run in with your so called “family” it would be like this…

Dick would talk to you but it’s not like he enjoyed or wanted to so he made excuse after excuse to get out of talking with you. Like how he’d said “ I’m sorry (y/n) but Damian asked me to help him study you know how it is.” you knew he really meant training with Damian. another lie he'd say was “oh I’m busy at the moment i'll catch you next time.” which was never.

Jason was a great brother. keyword was, when he first joined he loved to hang out with you even if you couldn’t do much because you were a toddler. When he died no one told you well Alfred tried to explain that Jason would never come back but all it did was confuse you and made you start looking all around the manor for him hoping he would appear. When he did return you were 10 and wow was he an ass. When you tried to talk or bond with him like you used to he’d yell things like “go the fuck away” or “stop being such a whiny princess” God that man got irritated easily.

Tim, well you didn’t really talk to him. I mean you tried to, he seemed to like similar things to you, like building and inventing gadgets. But all he did when you tried to talk to him was just look at you with disgust in his eyes. Well screw him too. 

Now Damian what to say about this demon you're related to. The first time you met him was when you were 16, you were 2 years older than him. And kinda excited to meet someone other than Bruce you're related to by blood. God how blind you were. Damian had walked into the library while trying to find his way around the Wayne manor.

“Oh hello I’m (y/n) you must be Damian, Alfred had said you were to arrive some time today.” you had happily said to him. But he took one look at you and had the impression of who you were. “Tch.” Was all that was said but you knew instantly he thought you were some weak defenseless bimbo.

Bruce, god how you hate being related to this man. As you could tell he practically seemed to blame you for your mothers death. Like how is it your fault, you couldn't control if she was going to live or die. Anyways the man seemed to not care for what you do and where you are. The media doesn't even know about you so why bother acting like he cares. But why do you care about what he thinks you can practically have done everything on your own. Some father he is.

Lastly Alfred. He's the man that practically raised you. He was there for you when you were younger but the older you got the more you pulled away from him. You love him but anytime you bad mouth any of you “family” he instantly defends them.  You also have to remember he serves the whole family, not just you.

YIPPIE I FINALLY FINISHED IT (≧∇≦) hopefully you guys liked it. Well thats it for rn buy :)

Taglist: @cxcilla @starslightzz @jackchanzzz

[littelovelunette]

Hello!!! I love your work, I was wondering if you could do Sevika x Reader but sevika gets jealous, not possessive or sexy jealous like GENUINELY jealous and she doesn't know what to do about it, it's a rare feeling like she isn't control of the situation becuse she sees reader being genuinely happy and a lil bit too excited to see idk maybe grayson or somebody who's kind of sevika level amazing, maybe more?

Only if you'd like though!

Not In Control

Jealous!Sevika x Reader

Sevika wasn’t the kind of person to get rattled. She was solid, unshaken even in the worst of fights, a force of nature with a cigarette between her lips and shimmer in her veins.

She knew how to handle people—how to read them, manipulate them, and if necessary, crush them underfoot.

But this? This was something else entirely.

You had been talking to Grayson for the past ten minutes, and Sevika could count on one hand the number of times she had seen you this animated.

You weren’t just smiling—you were beaming.

Your eyes were alight with something rare, something Sevika usually only saw when you were with her after a long day, rambling about some stupid joke you heard or teasing her just to get a reaction.

But now, all of that attention—your enthusiasm, your warmth, your happiness—was directed at Grayson.

And Sevika hated it.

Not because she thought you’d leave her. Not because she thought Grayson was trying to take you from her. No, it was worse than that.

Sevika hated it because for the first time in a long time, she felt small.

The feeling curled inside her gut, ugly and unfamiliar. She leaned against the wall, arms crossed, trying to appear casual, but her grip on her bicep was a little too tight.

She wasn’t used to this. She was used to being the one people looked up to, the one people noticed.

But right now? Right now, she felt like a shadow, watching from the sidelines while you looked at someone else the way you used to look at her.

And it wasn’t sexy jealousy either—the kind that came with a smirk and a possessive hand on your waist.

This was raw, twisted in her ribs like a knife.

She had no control over it.

Grayson said something, and you laughed—not a polite laugh, not the kind you gave when someone made a half-decent joke.

This was full-bodied, genuine, the kind of laugh that made your eyes crinkle at the edges.

Sevika felt something inside her chest tighten.

She needed to leave. Leave before she lost her shit.

But she didn’t.

She just stood there, silent and still, jaw clenched so hard it ached.

You turned then, catching sight of her, and that damn smile was still on your lips. “Sevika!” You waved her over, oblivious to the storm raging inside her.

She hesitated. A beat too long.

Then, forcing her body into motion, she pushed off the wall and walked over, slow and deliberate, as if she hadn’t just been standing there drowning in something she didn’t understand.

Grayson nodded at her, ever the picture of calm authority. “Sevika.”

“Grayson,” she greeted, voice even. Too even.

You, meanwhile, were practically buzzing, still caught in whatever conversation you’d been having. “Did you know Grayson used to—”

“I know,” Sevika interrupted, sharper than she meant to.

You blinked, surprised by the sudden edge in her voice. Grayson raised an eyebrow but didn’t comment.

And Sevika hated that too. Hated that Grayson probably knew exactly what was happening.

Hated that she didn’t.

“Anyway,” Grayson said smoothly, clearly picking up on the tension, “I should get going. It was good catching up.”

You nodded, smiling. “Yeah! You too.”

Sevika didn’t watch Grayson leave. She was too busy watching you, studying the way your face still held that same brightness, the way you still looked so damn happy.

She didn’t know what to do with it.

You turned back to her. “You okay?”

“Yeah.” It came out too fast. Too clipped.

Your eyes narrowed slightly, sensing the shift in her. “You sure?”

“Fine.”

That clearly wasn’t enough for you. You stepped closer, studying her face, and Sevika had to fight the instinct to look away.

“What’s wrong?”

Nothing. Everything.

She didn’t know how to answer that.

So she just shrugged, rolling her shoulders like the tension there wasn’t enough to snap steel. “Nothing.”

You didn’t buy it.

She knew you didn’t buy it.

But you didn’t push. Instead, you just tilted your head, watching her like you were piecing something together. And then—so casually, so effortlessly—you reached out and took her hand.

Her fingers twitched, startled by the sudden warmth.

“You wanna get out of here?” you asked, voice softer now, like you knew she needed an escape but wasn’t quite ready to talk about it.

And for once, Sevika wasn’t in control. She just nodded, letting you lead her away from whatever the hell had just happened.

Maybe later, she’d figure it out.

But for now, she just held onto your hand a little tighter.

[kiyo-cant-write]

Same Cinderella-anon, just with more ideas I forgot to add in the first ask! maybe with reader being Trein's grandchild, having to go to NRC because he needs something and asked reader to bring it to him and Silver and reader being surprised at seeing each other again idk. anyways, have a good day and thanks in advance again!

cinderella!reader is trein's grandchild ✧･ﾟ

Summary: The reader is actually Trein's grandchild. They visit NRC campus at their grandfather's instruction and run into Silver again.

TW/CW: This is a continuation of THIS POST, minor B7 spoilers

Notes: The reader is NOT Ramshackle Prefect/Yuu, they/them pronouns for the reader, pre-relationship, familial headcanons as well

Guest Stars: Divus Crewel, Sebek Zigvolt

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It would seem Professor Trein needs some help that only his dearest grandchild can assist with. They attend Royal Sword Academy, and Professor Trein, or rather, Grandpa Mozus, would like access to some historical documents from the RSA library.

Can [Name] help him?

Surely they can. They love their grandfather.

And it would mean getting to visit the school across the island again.

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Mozus Trein

Trein is very protective of his grandchild.

If he seems stern in class, it doubles when his grandchild is there.

He has a complex relationship with [Name]'s parents due to the strained relationship he had with his daughter towards her entry into adulthood. They do not hate each other, though.

He loves them, but his love is firm and strict at times.

Gawking at his grandchild earns you detention.

The other staff are all familiar with [Name].

Trein talks about them and how one of the reasons he had looked into teaching at RSA was to be closer to them.

He was worried about them.

They are an innocent spirit who is too trusting, too accepting.

He is strict with them because he thinks they will get hurt.

The outside world is a scary place where grandpa can't protect them from the monsters out there, the bad apples...

When his grandchild visits, which happens sporadically but more often than one might imagine, Crewel is also tasked with looking over them. As per Trein's request (read: instruction).

Trein believes that his grandchild would be less embarrassed if it were not him at every turn checking on them. He trusts Crewel.

Sometimes, Trein thinks about leaving NRC to be with his grandchild, but he always decides to stay for his students.

Trein wishes that [Name] went to NRC, but they aren't the type the Dark Mirror would choose; they are a might magic user with a pure soul, after all. The very image of an RSA student.

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Silver

Silver continued to think about [Name]. Who were they?

A student, but not from NRC. From RSA, then?

Why couldn't he forget them? What was this?

He chooses not to trouble his family with it.

He is nearly an adult; he can figure this out for himself.

That said, he didn't expect them to be related to Professor Trein.

Silver was not aware of the professor's personal life.

Why would he be?

It doesn't change his opinion of [Name] as a friendly person.

But he is more wary now. He has heard that Professor Trein is... protective. And he doesn't blame the professor.

But Silver does not want to bring any trouble to his Master.

Silver wonders if it is worth pursuing such a curiosity.

And then it happens, all because of the narrative.

Silver and [Name] have their SECOND Meet-Cute.

Silver can't say he expected things to turn out like this!

Silver was trying his best to ignore Sebek's words echoing in his head. He should focus instead of daydream about a stranger. Sebek was right about that much, but that didn't mean ignoring every other living person on his island. He was his Master's guard, but he was also a student, and students should engage with the community or something like that.

He sighed softly, and he continued down the hall, making the mistake of not looking ahead of him and crashing into the person ahead of him. While no one was injured, it did leave the load they were carrying scattered across the hallway floor.

"I'm sorry..." Silver said, "Let me help with that."

He reached down to pick up one of the large textbooks from the floor, hand brushing against theirs. Silver looked toward them to see... [Name]? The same person from before? The very person he had been thinking of. Was this some kind of fateful encounter? Others had mentioned these to him... He could think about that later.

"Hello again. I am sorry to... cause this."

He looked almost sheepish as they waved it off, trying to tell him that there wasn't any harm done to them or their books. Regardless, Silver helped them gather the books into their arms again, taking a few to carry himself so that [Name] could see what was ahead of them.

"It's really alright. I couldn't see over the books either."

They look a bit embarrassed.

"[Name]... Why do you have," Silver paused to count them, "...twelve textbooks?"

Their embarrassment grew as an awkward smile graced their lips.

"My Granpa Mozus wanted me to bring these over from Royal Sword," they explained, "So I came here with the Headmage's permission to deliver... all of these."

Though their arms were still filled with books, they managed to make a gesture toward the books Silver carried for them.

He nodded.

"I understand. I will help you take these to your grandfather."

[Name] wondered if Silver was aware of what their grandfather was. If he knew, he certainly didn't act that way. He said nothing. It was almost refreshing to them to not have a grand reaction about it all.

That said, [Name] noted that the louder boy who was with Silver the last time was not here. He seemed as though he might react if [Name] told him their lineage. What was his name again? Sebastian?

They brushed the thought away and continued to walk down the hallway with Silver, headed toward the classroom their grandfather had said was his. He was a history teacher.

Stopping at the door, Silver knocked instead of [Name] simply due to the fact that he could support his stack of books with one arm. This was something that [Name] was trying not to gawk at. This boy sure was strong, then and again, his arms were rather strong-looking.

Did he not say he worked for his "master" the last time?

They were thinking about it again. There wasn't anyone like that at Royal Sword. Sure, some students helped the dorm leaders... But that wasn't... master and servant? Right? [Name] felt their head spin.

A voice came from inside the room, but it was not their grandfather's. It was a masculine one, slightly teasing as if testing them...

"Whatever might you need from us now?"

[Name] recognized it as Divus' voice, the younger man, though he was still older than them, who worked with their grandfather. He was a teacher, too. Alchemy?

Wait.

Were they interrupting something?

"It's [Name]!" they called back to Divus, "Oh, and Silver is helping me."

"Alright then, pups. You may enter~"

[Name] walked into the room as Silver opened the door for them with his free hand. Instantly [Name] was greeted with the classroom their grandfather used, wooden desks, a chalk board, books on a shelf, and her dear grandpa sitting at his own desk front and center.

Divus had stepped back to let them get to the desk.

"Grandpa Mozus!" [Name] called, walking forward to set the books on his desk, "I got all the things you sent for!"

They smiled, an expression that Trein returned.

Silver's face paled slightly at the sudden realization; the boy always was a bit slow on the uptake with human relations that Professor Trein was "Grandpa." But he recovered quickly as he presented the rest of the books to Trein.

"Here you go, sir."

"Ah, the books. Thank you, [Name]," Trein told his beloved grandchild, "And you as well, Silver, for helping them."

[Name] grinned, proud of the fact they had accomplished the task. The look on their face made Silver smile as well. This earned him a sharp glare from Trein, much sharper than his usual expression.

They stared at each other for a moment as [Name] looked between them, unsure if they were supposed to intervene given their grandpa was his teacher... It was well within his jurisdiction.

"I trust you would never do anything untoward to my grandchild, Silver?" Trein asked the light-haired boy.

"Of course not, sir."

Silver shook his head and ignored the chuckle from Professor Crewel.

"That is good to hear."

Trein's expression softened as he turned back to [Name].

"I hope this was not too arduous a task for my youngest?"

"No, this was alright. I hope the books help," [Name] told him, "Thank you for... trusting me."

They smiled yet again, and Trein returned it, just slightly.

Silver felt as though he was intruding on a personal moment. And maybe he was. He had been thinking about [Name], but he couldn't speak about that in front of Professor Trein.... [Name] was heading back to Royal Sword after this... What a mess.

He held back the urge to sigh.

Footsteps could be heard approaching.

Oh no... Silver knew that sound anywhere.

"SILVER!"

He sighed this time, and those in the room turned to look at the doorway. [Name] was startled, whereas the professors just seemed... tired. Perhaps a bit annoyed.

There stood Sebek, out of breath slightly with furrowed brows.

"Hello, Sebek..." Silver attempted to greet but was cut off.

"WHAT HAS YOU SO BUSY? WHAT IF OUR MASTER NEEDS US?"

Silver tried to explain it.

"I was helping... a friend."

Sebek glared at [Name], recognizing them.

"THIS HUMAN AGAIN?"

[Name] flinched at the volume, and Trein decided to step in.

"Sebek Zigvolt, you will not address my grandchild that way."

Sebel was startled at the address from his professor.

"Ah, my... my apologies, professor," Sebek stammered.

There really is never a peaceful day at Night Raven College.

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Imagine the rest yourself~

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[erinwantstowrite]

do you have any advice how to get over the fear of posting fanfiction?

idk if you would relate to that but for some reason I just can't publish anything online that isn't my original work, idk if I'm scared that fandoms are going to bully me or that nobody will read it or something else

I know these fears are irrational, but I would love to hear if you had any advice for me

you gotta jump headfirst into it. like this:

when i was 13 years old i wrote a mary sue oc for a marauders fanfiction, named Lana Portland, who could see the future and fell in love with Sirius Black. her one goal was stopping the prophecy and saving everyone, but she died, came back to life at her own funeral, and then disappeared off the face of the earth because she lost her mind. what happened to her? she could only have a sane mind while she was an owl, her animagus form, but no one knew she was an animagus. you'll never believe what owl she was: Hedwig.

if the Erin writing to you right now was the Erin from about six years ago, they would NEVER have admitted that. however, the Erin I am now can. why? because the embarrassment i felt when i turned 15 and hated looking at it has worn off.

Now Erin has finally come to terms with the fact that being "cringe" is a hell of our making. 15 year old Erin was absolutely sure they'd get bullied to hell and back if anyone knew what they had written at 13. they were much more mature than 13 year old Erin, because they wrote Voltron fanfic, not Harry Potter

being scared of what people thought of my writing was a huge obstacle to overcome, and that's because writing is intensely personal

at first, i wrote my Voltron fics with the fandom in mind. i really wanted some validation, but i was miserable and hated writing. eventually, i went back to my roots of just... writing with only myself in mind. and i was happy again, posting with barely any thought to if someone would like the fic. so sure, reading any of my old works would make me want to throw myself into a pit of fire, but there's something freeing about knowing i had posted them. i am where i am now because i hadn't worried about what people thought of it when i was writing it.

over the years, i've found that fics i wrote that were intended to make absolutely everyone happy with me were my worst fics. i didn't enjoy making them, and people still found a way to be dissatisfied with something i've done. the fics where i do absolutely anything i want, even if it ends up making no sense, were the fics i had the most fun writing. and i didn't regret making them

all this to say: treat your fanfic like it's your own original work, have your fun! don't worry about if people tell you "Character would never do that, you are awful." because 1) who cares, and 2) you can block them, and they can block you

now let's say you're no longer scared of getting dunked on for your writing, so you posted it. good job! now you're wanting people to read your work, but you're scared they won't.

this part is complicated because you could do all the "right" things and still get nothing. that can be making sure you're tagging your fic correctly, or making a bunch of posts about your fic and asking people to read, etc. so, before you focus on getting more people to read, you should remind yourself that even if absolutely no one reads your fic, that doesn't mean you should be ashamed of your work. this also ties back into being content with your writing and doing it for yourself first and foremost.

my favorite fic i've written is "Coffee Jelly Disaster." it's only 900 words, it's not nearly my best writing technically, and barely anyone has read it. that last part ate at me when i first posted it because i thought more people would read it. but i still love it! it's so simple and i had fun

when i started writing LoF it was just for me and my friend, and then it got popular because i made a couple of silly tiktoks, which were also for me and my friend. i hadn't expected so many people to tune in when i started, because i had a couple of well read fics before, but nothing like this.

you don't have control over that kind of stuff because there's a lot of different favtors. and it really depends on what fandom you're writing for, too. Saiki K is not nearly as big as Spider-Man and Batman.

so the way i see it, if you post and get two hits and one like, that's still somebody out there who saw your work and wanted you to see they liked it. if you never post it at all, no one will. you gotta take the first step forward to get somewhere, and eventually you'll be running. we end up regretting our inactions the most

[xrk-art]

MY SHAYLAAAS 😭🪦

[meamiki]

mira !!! :]

[bacchuschucklefuck]

okay unironically I love so much that porter is like this world SUCKS its BAD here and it HURTS you why do you care abt it!!! and literally every single bad kid is like ngl we just hate ur ass it does not matter what ur philosophy is

[moe-broey]

GOD I would HATE to be stuck at a family dinner with them 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 I would NOT fucking survive, the vibes alone would do 1000 points poison damage to me 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

Also JUST. JUST.

THE VIBES. ARE RANCID. SHARENA DARLING YOU DESERVE SO MUCH BETTER THAN THIS (ALFPNSE TOO BUT DEAR LORD. Sharena LITERALLY was just told to Don't Speak Unless Spoken To RANCID. RANCID FUCKING FAMILY)

[riveluart]

What possesses people to interact with fan art of something they don't personally enjoy (whether it's a headcanon or a ship) to talk about how they don't like it or how it's "not canon"

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Okay then why the fuck are you interacting with my silly art I did for fun

Make your own post asshole and stay out of the tag

This post inspired by the fucker who reblogged multiple art posts of mine I did for nejiten month to comment about how they don't "have a problem" with the ship they just "don't get why people ship it" and that gives them the right to talk about why people shouldn't ship it because they don't like it on a fucking fan art post

Like

If you don't like it don't interact with it it's not that fucking hard

THEY DID THIS WITH MULTIPLE POSTS WHAT THE FUCK?!

[willowfey]

starting to think maybe waking up with an anxiety stomachache every single morning and then needing to spend the entire day trying to get rid of said anxiety just to maybe have a few minutes in the evening of feeling relaxed before going to bed is perhaps not normal

[kumakuma-circus]

just randomly remembered that during my like 10+ attempts at the shadow yukiko fight i more or less consistently ran out of revival beads so yosuke was just dead (well unconscious but whatever) on the ground for like half the fight gfhfjvhfhfhd-

[midnightwind]

I love Dragon Age companion quests, but sometimes I wish we had more that didn't culminate in fighting a Big Personal Bad, you know

[phoenixcatch7]

Okay this WILL BE SPOILERS. For totk.

THE GREAT PLATEAU IS CURSED I DONT LIKE IT ToT.

Made it here fine! Easy cruising altitude got the map landed no problem. Minimal enemies. There's a YIGA camped in MY MFING SHRINE OF RESURRECTION. It's all overgrown, that's fine ig, but the YIGA?? Get tf. Out.

Go see the temple, a new message from hylia! Very ominous, but yes ma'am! Off we go to free her from the water under the stone gate. Which gate? Well my first thought was the main blocked off entrance that's now a pond. But let's get a shrine first.

Shrine?? Hello???!

So not only is each original shiekah shrine now a pit to tartarus, there's only one new shrine tucked in the back end of the plateau where a goblin camp used to be. Fine! I'll just run everywhere on foot with my +1 stamina, shall I??

No! It's time for a wtf to hunt you down! The air will turn red with racing clouds, the sky is dark, music is playing backwards, I'm launching myself up the nearest tree and it still isn't fast enough. This is literally the fifth or sixth time I've encountered these, at least two directly ending in my death. They don't even get a question mark from the camera unlike any other miasma monster (for example the depth enemies). I've filled them with bomb arrows and it's made a fraction of a dent in one of them. Hateful hydra eye arm things. They're FAST and TALL. It's like the spindly flesh monster from oot but a hundred times worse. They nearly managed to reach me in the tallest tree!

They eventually leave - whatever triggers their disappearance I truly cannot tell - and grab the dark shards they leave. Okay! Cool! Unappreciated! I go into the pit by the lake, it is VERY SCARY, I get some light roots and reveal a whole civilisation! Giant zelda statues point to an enormous building in the shadows, I pluck up my courage and go over. ???? It's a poe eater statue. Enormous. Full bodied. Stretching down below the bridge I'm on. It's got six sunken eyes and they're all looking at me. I'm absolutely begging this thing not to move, I'm literally inching closer. This isn't a zonai carving at all, this isn't even a zonai room. They've dug into the rock, they DISCOVERED it.

It says the same thing.

I'm terrified. I'm beginning to think that whatever talked to me through the hylia statue, in the temple of time, with her voice and her light, isn't hylia.

Still, I've come too far to back out. I don't think denying this thing is wise.

Up I go! Run all the way from the shrine, off the edge, detour to find a new type of cave goblin or two, blow up the blocked entrance to the plateau. Through the carvings I can make out sort of a face? Hope it's hylia!

It. It isn't. It's the six eyed triangle face that eats souls :). Tells me to go back to the temple. I run onto the plateau (!!! Botw me would be so excited), get ambushed by four black armoured Bokoblins in a row, see 'hylia'. It tells me to bring its body in the depths stones from the four ex shrine pits 'for a reward'.

Nintendo.

What did you do?

[itzphynix]

For years, I've been trying to put into words Why I give a single iota about Bendy & the Ink Machine, but it's such a tangled mess that no thread can be seperated -- they're all interwoven in a way that makes it hard to pick them out. The game, overall, makes me miserable, because I can see that there was love put into it, but a lot of it is thrown to the wayside in favor of a story that I think was retroactively improved by the sequel's recontextualizing of it, but is ultimately not worth the price of admission & majorly drops the ball.

It's easy to list things I don't like about it -- the gameplay is sparse, the combat is uninteresting, none of the chapters feel connected, the bugs that assault all my playthroughs & kill my saves are consistent & fill me with dread every time I open the game, the lack of thought in the contents of a chapter (chapter 3's wheel ""puzzle"" & the animatronic Bendy from chapter 4, in specifc, really grind my gears), which speaks to the amateurish & rushed way that the game was crafted -- there's a lot to hate, & it's easy to hate it. But I don't. Despite all that, I am compelled by this game, by what it's trying & failing & trying again to say.

It's really easy to understand why you dislike something. I couldn't have told you much about what I did like, in Ink Machine.

& then, I played Dark Revival. I didn't realize I liked the story of Ink Machine, until I played Dark Revival. It's a better made game, it's just not fucking interesting, to me, because it doesn't have a story worth tuning in to.

[sleevebuscemii]

tmi

[autumnrory]

the only thing i'm not looking forward to is all the new ways people will use this new album to villainize joe, like unfollowing a few blogs helped but it's not 100 percent gonna get me away from that shit