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kuni-is-daddy · 1 year ago

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Comfort!Wanderer x Female Reader

Tw: Hints of depression. If you don't know scaras backstory ur gonna get spoiled.

Ft: Teasing,f/ngering, Riding, Scara praises u, aftercare?,he calls you a good girl

Wordcount: 1.77k

CW: Minors do not interact past the cut! This is a NSFW post

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Before you two go on another outing, 'Hat guy' reluctantly asked nahida for help on another one of his gifts to give you...

"Remember hat guy! if anything happens ring the safety bell, okay? And keep in touch while im at vanarana. I want to make sure you two have an awesome time!" The small archon tippy toed, while 'hatguy' leaned down as she tied the trinket to his feathered ornament. "Tsk- Buer, im far from a child. I dont need anyone to hold my hand like one." Nahida looked up at the puppet, "Really? you never mind ms Y/N holding your hand though." He diverted his gaze and mumbled to himself. "See? I knew you'd like it. Oh right! your gift!"

Hat guy fixed his posture, "Here! Make sure you give this to ms y/n." In her hand was a book of photos she put together for him with little stickers of slimes and aranara with smiley faces, handing it to hatguy as he took his time with each page and noticing the many 'new' pictures, some being ones he didn't give to the lessor lord. "Your a stalker now too? I guess reading minds isnt enough for you." Ignoring his comment buer took out another book. One titled 'Nahida's sumeru travel guide' with a cover drawing of a purple cat barely paying attention to the light green cat. "Do you have to insist on making everything look like a coloring book..." Nahida didnt reply, mearling looking away and humming a tune similar to the aranara while he began his walk to the park.

Whenever you two would hang out together it was in the library within the akedemiya or anywhere he chose. Sometimes as you held his hand walking through the peaceful park your mind would fill the silence in the worst ways possible as he stared at your now frowning expression. "I dont know Kuni, is the akedemiya even worth it anymore? Theirs people smarter than me there anyway." Kuni stopped in his tracks. "But isnt the whole point of the akedemiya just to major in a 'hobby' you like?." he raised an eyebrow. "Well..i guess..but..Theirs obviously people better than me at it." "Id disagree. Besides their Irrelevant. Shouldn't you just do it and have fun. Huh.. I thought thats what hobby's we're. Something for idle bodies to enjoy." You sighed at his response and sat on the bench. "Its not that simple kuni, I have to get a job and- my family what if i have to provide for them too. Ontop of that there really unfair. Why am i putting my heart into this just for it to be a flop." 'A flop?' At your wording he was brought back to his association with the kaedehara clan. Every now and then he'd overhear niwa talking with others over its upending struggles due to the rise of his mothers sword art. Spreading around inazuma like wildfire and Leaving the clan to struggle in its contribution to the arts. But only in a matter of time kuni was able to 'eat' and drink his favorite tea with them in celebration of their success. We're all the struggles just the divine tricks to see who is worthy? was a god playing tricks on you? 'It couldnt be like that..' Kuni put his gift on the bench, and held your hand while sitting with you

"Maybe im overthinking kuni..I-i just dont know.." It pained him to just look at you like this. Tired. Just so tired mentally and physically, tears dreaning down your eyes as you measly sat on the bench. You began to get up, Remembering your responsibilities. "Its fine kuni, you know- maybe I just need some rest! at home!" 'she said that before' He held your hand, uncomfortably tight. His mind always thought to the worst and he never wanted to loose you because of it. Often getting angry at himself for assuming you'd do such a thing..or likewise to what he did. But this time, He just couldnt let go. Was he scared? As much as you implied, you'd never do such things It always rang in the back of his mechanical ears. If only he was still a harbinger, He would've did everything in his power more then he could now to get you the stable income or whatever humans would need in any region or place in teyvat you wanted. Just say the word and he would've done it regardless of her 'excellency' but he couldnt now, all he could do was use this 'curse' which he called emotions to help understand you. "Kuni-...Please let me go....Im alright." you sniffled. He immediately noticed your change in tone. It was soothing just how you always talked to him yet he still felt wary.

With a few more tugs it felt as if his grip only tighter the more you tugged. In defeat, you brokenly sighed and sat back next to the puppet. A part of him was irked at your own confusion. But he never once regretted trying to comfort you through it when, and when you didnt ask. Even awaiting you at your home before you messaged him. It felt as if you sat in the park for hours within cold silence as your throat and chest burned trying making out words but every attempt was cut off by insecurity.

You always knew he loved you, but even your black and white reality began looking different colors. You shuttered while looked at him again, meeting eyes and Surprised that his hat was off. Resting on the bench's crook. "How about..I join the akademiya with you?" you let go of his soft hand, beginning to wipe your eyes until he pulled a green cloth with flowers printed on it out his pants pocket, Damping away your tears as you subtly smiled and sniffled. "I never knew you we're into cute things like this kuni." 'cute?' "Well. You can always rely on this..unique archon of yours to make her presence." you didnt ask any further. "Why do you want to join the akademiya?" "Isnt it obvious? to be with you. and for buer to stop annoying me." he mumbled the last part. "But you dont even have a major or-" "The archives of inazuma can use a rework. I find it ironic how beelz- the raiden shogun is portrayed as some. Beneveloent god, that pursuits eternity." He smirked, Writing a thesis might be one of the most indirect ways he could show up his mother but that had to wait.

You we're more important, and always have been since you entered his life. Kuni noticed his gift. "Oh yeah. Here." he handed you the bag. "Whats in it. More bitter tea for me to try?" he blushed at your answer. "Just open it." you smiled at him again and looked at the pictures in the book. Trying to hold back a laugh at the picture of nahida whacking him uptop his head for god knows what. He looked at the picture, intrigued on why you we're laughing. 'buer you had one fucking job-' then back at you again. "No need to thank me- i-" cutting him off, you kissed kuni on his cheek "I love it kuni." 'his skin is so soft~' you thought. "Then I guess I should thank you too." The puppet shifted closer to you moving the book back in the bag and out of your view behind him. "W-wait kuni- not here we're in a park!" he sucked his teeth and still moved closer to you, sinking his face into your neck as you leaned back "And? thats even better, every person here can know how important you are to me. Got a problem with that?." He began tugging at the buttons on your shirt "Or..Does my baby want to continue this at home? I'll let you choose this time."

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You fumbled with the keys as you locked the door behind you. Kuni was already tugging onto you. Biting and leaving petals of kisses along your neck. "K-kuni~ slow down.." you moaned. "Shit..Love it when you say my name too. This beautiful body is all mine." you turned around to face him, being greeted by his kimono barely hanging onto his shoulders to cover his lean form behind his turtleneck. "Your staring again…Like what you see y/n? Its all for you." He picked you up, bringing you to your bedroom littered in papers, pens and books on your desk. "huh. Do all scholars have a messy room like this?" He chuckled. "S-shut up.."

Kuni laid you onto the bed, observing your body before trailing his hands down to your pants. Letting out a groan. "God. Your fucking beautiful. How dare you treat yourself like this." He slowly tugged your clothes off. Then rubbed his hands along your thighs, spreading your legs and revealing your wet slit. "You want it gentle baby?" you nodded. Sinking his head inbetween your legs, he began licking on your bud. "Kuni~" "Shh…Relax..for me pet." your thighs twitched at the name. "Oh? you like being called that too…ill- mmm~ remember that" he sunk his tongue inside of you, moaning into you incoherent praise. "f-fuck..you- mmm taste- s' good." you rubbed your hand through his hair. Pressing him farther onto you. Usually you didnt take the lead or have him bottomed out for you like this. But it was your special night, as many we're yours to come. Kuni didnt want to stop for celestia itself to make sure you felt loved just as you made him feel. "Wahnt me to stop baby- you- ah..i know you like it." "N-no kuni~ please dont stop." you said while pressing your thighs closer against his head. "Hah..How about my fingers, want that too?" Kuni licked at his fingers after pulling away from your wet hole with a gasp for air. "Yes master~" his cock twitched in his pants. He knew you wanted it slow but god the urge to take you right then and there. He inserted two of his fingers as your walls clenched, slowly shifting in rhythm of his fingers. "Arent you eager hmm? Already want me inside dont you? Thought you wanted me to be gentle." He smiled, Thrusting his digits faster inside you. "K-kuni!! please.. I- ah..hah.." "Yes baby? what does my good girl want." kuni leaned down to you, wanting to hear your delicious moans. "Inside..Please..want you inside~" "Hah..Theres my pet." The two of you switched positions. Kuni laying his lean body on your bed as you climbed ontop of him, slowly sinking him inside you.

"K-kuni..your so big," "And hah..your so warm..oh shit~." You began moving, bouncing up and down on kuni's length. "Oh god baby..L-look at you, bouncing on master so ah-well.." His praise filled your ears, making your body heat up. You two interlocked hands as you both chased your highs. The sound of skin slapping and your wet moans echo'd around the room. "Yes..Yes y/n- fuck yes. I L- ah.. Love you so fucking much, dont stop. dont stop." He squeezed onto your hand, eyes slightly glowing from his pre sloshing up and down inside you. "Kuni~ m' close..Im gonna- i-" "Thats it- just like that- cum for me~ let me hear those beautiful moans-" From his bittersweet praise you came onto his length, squeezing his hand 'tightly' as he soon came after you, Painting your walls with his warm seed. You collapsed onto his chest, Still inside him and coming down from your high. His chest wasn't rising up and down.. which creeped you out a little but you didnt mind.

The two of you laid in the bed. Mumbling every now and then about earlier as he stroked your hair. "I dont expect you to get well instantly y/n. Thats not how things work." "Yeah..Then i guess id be like some sort of puppet right?" you chuckled while trailing your hand along his chest. "Right.." kuni laid his head back. "What im saying is that you have to try at your own pace to get better. Regardless of everyone, its your life you have to live. And i..hate seeing you dwelling here when I know there's someee things your good at. If you get discouraged, I'll be there for you." "And if your not..?" he sighed at your reply. "That'll be rare. Then Call me and we'll go for another walk if you want. Im sure that childish archon has plenty ideas too."(He thought back to the bell). Some of his advice was stuff you've already heard. Even though it is easier said then done your heart warmed at his ideals. He even wanted to get in the akedemiya just for you, he was willing to do so much. Even if you felt better for a day or made the smallest progress Kuni would be proud.

Thank you for reading and I wish you the best :)

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sandyca5tle · 7 months ago

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Slime HRT - 22 Months

Slime time again, and the goo keeps gooing.

General update on slime-ification - I’ve only got bones in my head left! All my musculature and squishy bits have dissolved now, so I’ve just got a skull floating in my goo. I noticed that all this dissolving happened way quicker than it had previously, which I’m guessing is due to my acid helping to break things down

I have to say, having your spine dissolve is very painful, turns out all those nerves do not enjoy being eaten away by acid/medicine. Additionally, having all those nerves change caused me to have various movement and coordination issues - I spend quite a bit of time over these past four months as a puddle of goo, just about able to shuffle towards food, which honestly sucked, not having proper control over my body is the exact opposite of what I want. Obviously there were moments when it was fine, and I was able to do things normally, but even then the pain typically persisted in the background.

One benefit has been that, since my spine fully dissolved, I’ve felt more in control of my body than ever, and while that might just be in contrast to having less-to-no control recently, I think I have actually improved. Some of my fine motor skills that I lost in the early stages have returned, and I can perform finer manipulations of and with my slime, and I just feel more connected to my body now, which is very neat.

I’ve been working under the assumption that my brain is still inside my skull, as I’ve heard you know when that goes, plus if I move my skull around I can get a little dizzy, so I’m pretty sure it’s still in there. On that note, yeah, I can move my skull around my body, since it’s the only part that isn’t goo, so there’s nothing really holding it in place. In theory I could take it out of my body, but I don’t wanna try that as I’m honestly afraid that could kill me (I think a lot of the lack of control while my spine was dissolving was due to the lack of connection to my brain to hold myself together while the nervous connections reconfigured to be slime), so for now I’ve got the neat party trick of being able to move my skull around my body.

Of course with all my fleshy bits melting away, I’ve had some interesting experiences with my senses and similar things. The first thing I’ll run through is eyesight - I didn’t have great eyesight before, but I found my eyesight slowly deteriorating which, especially combined with the struggle to remain coalesced from my spine degrading, was pretty terrifying. The only thing that kept me somewhat calm was being fairly certain that, as with my lungs, my body would learn to replicate the function of the organ. Fun fact - slimes don’t naturally have eyes, so when I lost my eyesight, it didn’t naturally come back. I sat for a decent while waiting in blackness, waiting for it to come back, much like I’d started absorbing air through my slime with my lungs, but it simply didn’t. The only reason I can see now is ‘cause I kinda just made it happen. I figured that even if it didn’t automatically happen, my body still had absorbed the organ, so it should be able to replicate its function, so I shaped myself some eyes, playing around with them until eventually I was able to see again. It seems short written out, but I was at this at least a good few hours, trying to work out how to replicate an eye - fortunately, it does seem like there’s at least an instinctive part of my new body that can help fill in gaps, so I didn’t have to consciously replicate every fine detail of an eye.

I do have to say, it took me a while to fine tune everything, started off with it being all very blurry and desaturated, but I eventually found where I was before, and actually, once I took my glasses off, I was able to correct my eyesight altogether. I do wonder if I can go even further, but with the experience so fresh in my mind, I’d rather my body get used to having eyes again as a default before I mess around more. Despite 20/20 vision being very nice, it is a little sad for me to no longer need my glasses, I’d gotten used to them, and it’s kinda a shame to see them go.

I do have to add, weird thing about slime eyes, since it’s all really just my slime seeing, I don’t need any depth to my eyes, frankly I don’t even need ‘eyes’ in the traditional sense - any part of my slime can see, I just have to choose to see from there and I can, so my eyes are just kinda indents in my face so that people have a reference point as to where I’m looking from. At some point I’ll mess around with additional eyes, but as before, I wanna make sure I don’t accidentally blind myself again.

Taste and smell are a pair that I’ll group together, since they’re linked in both humans and slimes anyways. Naturally, much like with my sight, I slowly lost both of them as the responsible parts were consumed by my slime, rendering me unable to taste or smell for a while. Honestly, compared to sight, this wasn’t such a bad loss - made meals very uninteresting for a while, but aside from that it was easy enough to work with. Honestly, I’m not sure I ever really got them back properly, despite trying, I was never able to force them back into being like I did with my sense of sight. One day I did begin to taste again I noticed, although I also noticed it had definitely changed. For one, I can kind of switch it on or off, and for another I can now taste anything I eat, regardless of if I put it in my mouth, or just absorb it. It’s neat, and also definitely adds to the lack of distinction between differently shaped parts of my body - my mouth doesn’t do anything special with regards to eating, it’s just habit to eat through there, I can eat, and taste, just as well through any part of my body.

Smell however hasn’t come back, well at least, not really in a human sense - I can ‘smell’ things, but it’s more like tasting the air, rather than actually smelling. I’m guessing it’s because I don’t have to breathe any more, so I’m not inhaling the particles, instead, I simply absorb them passively as I move around. Of course, since this is now tied to my taste, turning that off stops me from smelling, so I’ve been trying to find a middle ground where I don’t taste things all the time/don’t taste things I don’t wanna, but can still smell - haven’t quite found the sweet spot yet.

On the topic of the mouth becoming redundant as a defined part of my body, I also lost my voice once my vocal chords were subsumed. These, fortunately, were the easiest to restore, or at least achieve the same function, simply by vibrating my slime to produce sound. It took me a little while to work out how to do this, but given the amount of time I’ve spent learning how to shape my slime, it wasn’t too hard. I have to concede that at first it was very wet and gurgly sounding, but I spent time working to refine it, and now it sounds much better. The slightly funky part is that it does sound different to my old voice… which I’m not sure how to feel about - I wasn’t overly fond of my voice before but it was familiar, and suddenly having a new voice is weird - I’m still adjusting it to find a voice that’s overall closer to what I had before, but I am having fun playing around with it a little. Oh, and of course, as with tasting, since I can do this from anywhere on my body, again, the ‘speciality’ of my mouth is kind of redundant, it’s just simply a shape on my body which is familiar and a hangover from my time as a human.

Surprisingly, my hearing hasn’t been affected yet, not even sounding like I’m underwater - I’m guessing that since bones go last, my ear bones and all that haven’t gone yet… and that maybe my slime is acting in place of my eardrum, assuming that that has also been absorbed. I’m guessing that that’s gonna go at some point over the next few months.

As for the rest of what’s been going on, I’ve continued to try to practise controlling my acidity, and I’ve gotten a little better, I’m able to make portions of my body neutral pretty easily now, buuut if I stop focusing it immediately returns to acid, not to mention it’s only parts at a time. I did get a suggestion about using air pockets to produce safe areas within myself to store objects - kinda a fly in amber situation (y’know, since I’m literally sap) - which has been useful, although since I don’t breath anymore, providing the air has been a little difficult, but I worked out how to move air around with my slime so I can blow on things now, as well as make the pockets. Still gonna focus on my acidity control, but until I’ve got that down, I’ve got a good work around!

On the shaping front, I've added a few new features to my form. First, I gave myself horns, and made my ears kinda aquatic looking, kinda like fins, but ears, like merpeople are sometimes depicted with. Neither of these particularly do anything, but I like how they look. On the more ‘functional’ side I shaped myself a pair of cat ears, and some big ol’ dragon wings on my back, of course all made from slime. I put the ‘functional’ in quotation marks since neither really work for their intended function, so they’re also only decorative at this time, but I’m hoping I can get them to work eventually. The cat ears don’t work since I’m pretty sure I’m still reliant on my human hearing system which doesn’t connected to cat ears on the top of my head (unlike my fin-ears which just replaced/were reshaped from my old ears) and I haven’t worked out how to fly with the wings yet - and I’m honestly not sure if my slime will let me, gonna have to experiment more with them.

On top of all of these, and combined with having had a lot of issues holding my humanoid form over the past few months, I’ve actually been experimenting with a sort of slime ball form. It’s very nice, small, and definitely adds to my feeling of ‘slimeness’, plus it’s a form that fits my skull pragmatically and aesthetically (main reason i haven’t shrunk my humanoid form is ‘cause i’d have to keep my head approximated the same size to house my skull, which’d lead to weird proportions). Only issue is, while the hopping isn’t exhausting (no need to breathe and no muscles means exertion isn’t as bothersome) it does kinda rattle my skull, and therefore brain, around which makes me a little dizzy.

Kinda can’t believe I’m saying this, but I can’t wait for my brain to go and leave me fully slime, it’s gonna be so awesome!

See y’all next time! Goobye! ------------------------------------------------------------------------------

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amethystfairy1 · 5 months ago

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hi I'm back again already lol, bc u really ought to know all the great things about ttsbc that I was too lazy to write out last time lmao.

Also! totally fine that ur not doing skizzpulse, you should write what inspires/motivates you (personally very motivated by them xD I've written ~90k words of skizzpulse myself rip)

Anyways, good things! You! you're the good things! I honestly can't remember when I last sent an ask in for the lil guys, so I'm just gonna say something I loved about each of their recent arcs.

First, Treebark. There's been so many identity reveals but I think this has been my favorite thus far. Ren going all protective boyfriend and fighting over Martyn was SO GOOD, plus soft kisses and they can just hold hands now without Ren being afraid he'll figure it out. Also loved Martyn seducing his entire family while being terrified out of his mind by big dog people with knives, like, I'd be a little out of it too. but the fam doesn't even notice but Ren did and is all supportive and comforts him, offers to take him home. I love how well they can read each other, like they're just in tune. they're soulmates, your honor. and, AND this means we can have double dates where they all know now! so excited :)))))

Zedango. this is what started me reading your stuff (the first fic I ever wrote was actually my own tt zedango ficlet, btw. that feels like an eternity ago now) I love how they've simultaneously progressed and devolved into slightly unhealthy relationship territory. something about not everything being perfect all the time just adds so much depth and realism to their relationship, as well as keeping the plot tense without feeling like you're making up problems just to have something to write about. AND THEN Tango doing the blazeborn courtship rituals was just so aaaaaaaa (THEY"RE SO ADORBSABLEEE) Tango setting aside his disgust with his claws to take care of Zed even tho its uncomfortable for him, and then Zed recognizing that and having all the warm fuzzy fondness for his bf was so sweet. Doc's notes about the rituals were on point, with how he reassures Tango that they're normal, healthy things and saying he's always open to having a conversation about it. (tho, i doubt Tango's ever taken him up on that offer lmao)

The other fic that's been in my head is ur most recent one, Handshakes and Headaches. I highly doubt we'll get a cub reveal in this next chapter, but ig we'll see soon enough. I loved how Cub just knew instantly that Grian was a hybrid and was just going in spirals putting it together that he was cuteguy, then him coming to the wrong conclusion about whether Scar knew, too, was just perfect. Tho, if he did think Scar knew and was cool with it, I wonder what he'd do first? Tell Scar his own secret, guess Grian's secret in front of them? I feel like he would think the safe thing would be to confront Scar about Grian being Cuteguy, and then if/when Scar admits it and says he's cool with it, Cub would feel safe(r) revealing his own identity. Maybe not right away, but sometime. Also, that would mean everyone in Hot Cave knows about hybrids and undercity, so he wouldn't have to glamor while he works (tho, that would also require revealing to Zed... they don't seem super close, but it's kinda obvious that Zed's chill w/ the undercity people, considering he's dating Tango and Cub knows that).

Also! now that Hypno knows G and Scar are safe, I really wanna see him revealing to Scar and Scar being all supportive and stuff :)))) Hypno wasn't someone I knew I needed in this world, but I'd die for him now. (ALSO the casual mention that his scales are dry and flaky rather than smooth and taken care of??? Hello?????? Someone get him some proper self-care ASAP, maybe take him swimming at a private pool or something idk. I feel like the moment Scar knows, he's going to be on it with the cookies and love and support. so excited hehehe)

anyways, I'm probably forgetting something, but whatever. I'll be back with more art soon (maybe I draw Hypno, since I've never done that before and electric eel hybrid sounds cool. Actually, I've decided, I'm gonna do it now. remind me what that looks like pls? or I go reread, whichever happens faster lol)

Ok that's all, have a good day!

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Petition to get Hypno a private pool 😆

I'm so glad you love the slightly unhealthy but also very loving Zedango situation we have going on!

I LOVED YOUR TT ZEDANGO FIC! I'M STILL WAITING FOR THE SEQUEL!!!! 😭 /j you don't have to write one if you don't wanna BUT KNOW THAT I LOVED IT!

Ren being a protective boyfriend is all I need sometimes! It's just good fun! Thank you so much for telling all about everything!!!

I would actually LOVE to see how you would design Hypno if you do feel like drawing him! That sounds amazing! Electric Eel hybrid time!!!! 💖

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mischiefmaker615 · 2 years ago

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Loki request: Y/N convincing Loki to let her glam him up.

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Note: didn't know this could turn out dirty but somehow it did LOL

Rating: R

‘’’pleasssssssse??’’

Loki sighed in frustration as he kept walking down the halls, trying to tune out his girlfriend that trailed along behind him in yet another attempt to have her way. ‘’despite the way I love to hear you beg darling, for the last time Y/N, I. don’t. want. too.’’

‘’but why not?’’ you pout as your legs try to keep up with his longer ones ‘’you looked so amazing at the gala, what’s a little extra?- annndd you don’t even have to go out after, I just want to see what the finishing result is..’’ you beg and nearly bump into him when he comes to a halt to steer back to look at you.

‘’your version of this activity normally is suites best for females.’’ He reminded and bent down so he was more eye level with you, making you bit your lip with a blush as his blue eyes hold your own. ‘’Y/N darling, from all the images you show me on your Midgardian device.. pinterester..or.. whatever the place is called- they are impressive, and the work you do on yourself in your free time makes you drop dead gorgeous all the more.. but face paint isn’t for me.’’

‘’its makeup, face paint makes it sound like its more for clowns.’’ You pout and straighten up to try to seem more in charge of this all but his smirk told you, you weren’t going to come close to his height but you decided to move on anyway. ‘’..its sometimes difficult to do certain styles and looks id like to try on myself because it depends on angles and whatnot- even the hairstyles can be tricky if I cant reach the back so seeing the finishing result on someone else gives me a good idea before I waste time on myself-‘’

Loki’s eyes were less than amused as you pretty much repeated your reasons from the fifth time this morning. He was just as stubborn as you were and depending on the situation really depended on who would win in the end. Seeing how he wasn’t going to budge, you sigh in defeat and look away from him, mischief hinting in your eyes as you were prepared to do something dangerous.

‘’fine then.. I guess I could ask someone else, but I need to work on long hair.. perhaps Thor would-‘’

A hand on your wrist cut you off as Loki raised your arm and backed you up, pinning your hand above your head as your back met the wall, your other hand resting on his chest automatically as his eyes were dangerously close to yours. There was a long pause, the only sound that came from you both were your breathing as his eyes slowly looked you over. You weren’t afraid, you knew your boyfriend had his jealous moments he needed to work on, and most of the time it ended in sex so you definitely weren’t complaining there. You felt his hand slowly release yours as both his hands came up to trap you against the hall, resting on either side of your head as you innocently look up at him.

‘’… fine. But I’m not going out in public in anything and you must abide by my condition.’’

You bit your lip nervously as you looked up at him, his hungry gaze having you squirm as you seemed to shrink from where you stood. ‘’.. what condition?’’

His smirk made you want to rethink the whole thing.

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‘’y-you’re making it e-extremely difficult you know, gods forbid I poke your eye out.’’

You stammer as you try to apply once more the eye liner without getting distracted by his smug smirk, let alone his hands that caressed your thighs and hips, and his throbbing cock that twitched as he held you in place while you straddled his lap.

There was only a small argument where you had to convince him to let you style his hair in the bathroom before you both ‘get seated’, and luckily he obliged where you got to curl his beautiful black hair in loose curls. Of course he had to torture you for winning that battle where he would constantly make you rise and fall on his cock when you needed to switch out make up brushes and twitch whenever he saw a hint of your face getting ready to concentrate. Gods how could you love and hate someone at the same time sometimes..

‘’you’re the one who agreed to the deal my dear, its not my fault you have poor concentration.’’ He lightly mocked and you rethought of poking his eye out.

You decided to go with a gold and black look, using his fine cheekbones to your advantage to and almost forgot this look was suppose to be for yourself in the end.. but he worked it SO well! You went light, being a man you didn’t want him to look like he stepped out of drag, but even then you were proud of yourself as you managed to get the final touches done before you felt your orgasm knocking on your door.

‘’a-all done.’’ You breathed out, having a light sweat as you held back your pleasure to get the job done, knowing Loki knew if you were to come, he would instantly stop things to finish what you both have unintendedly started- or some of us anyway.

‘’alright darling, it didn’t take as long as I thought it would,’’

Bastard

‘’might you hand me the mirror?’’ he asked innocently, lifting you up and down agonizingly slowly to keep you on the brink of orgasm and your legs shivered at the sensation as you glanced to the nightstand where you had kept everything to work. Grabbing it, he kept the slow rhythm as you turned it for him and he moved his face to each side to see what you have done.

Knowing your boyfriend a bit by now, you could tell he was hiding a smile as he nodded with a hum ‘’I’m not saying we should go out darling, especially since I love the idea of remaining here for the rest of the day,’’ he smirked, twitching his cock in you that nearly made you drop the mirror ‘’but you have fine art skills love, with the suit I wore at the gala, it would be a fine look indeed’’ he smiled, pleased in more ways than one as you smiled triumphantly.

‘’so you really like it?’’

‘’I love it darling, and I know if it were on yourself, I’d ravish you all the more’’ he praised and rewarded you with a grind, your hands now gripping his shoulders but he stopped his movements just to tease and you pouted. ‘’of course darling, make up or no makeup, we both know how this usually ends..’’ he hinted with a husky tone as you fought his hands on your hips to try to grind but his grip held you in place.

‘’L-Loki..pleasssee…’’

Loki closed his eyes as he took a breath, his thumbs rubbing your bare skin in small circles before he raised his hips again into you.

‘’I so love it when you beg…’’

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slutforalastor · 11 months ago

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Say It With A Smile, Part 3

Most of the hotel's inhabitants have cleared out of the grand hall, leaving it serenely quiet; even your footsteps are muffled by the plush carpets snaking down the stairwell. The demon behind the bar remains at his post, dutifully drying mugs and drinking glasses laid out across the counter. His eyes are on the cloth, but his mind is on something else, his smooth, deep voice humming out a low tune. He's so preoccupied that he doesn't notice you until you sit down at a stool a little ways down from him. "Ah, sorry, I didn't expect anyone down this late. Just finishing up. Looking for a drink?"

You apologize for interrupting him, and say that you're more in the market for food than drink.

"Hey, keep those 'sorry's for someone who really deserves an apology. Company's always better when you're working, anyhow. I'm not much of a cook, but I'm sure I can scrounge up something for you. You have any… particularities I should know about?"

You tell him your preferences, and after a moment's thought, he busies himself with the rudimentary kitchen tools in the area behind the bar. While he's busy seasoning and sautéing, he multitasks with continued conversation. "So, what brought you here?"

"I got hit by a bus."

"What, was the bus on the way to the Hotel? Oh, you thought I meant what brought you to Hell." He laughs to himself, giving a little shake of his head. "Nah, I meant what brings you to the Hotel."

"I guess… I was just looking for someplace safe. It seems like everyone treats Hell like a contest they're going to win. I don't want to win anything, I just want to try to enjoy whatever time I've got left. I wasn't ever sure if there was something after death, but I'm not going to accept it being as hard as life up there was."

Husk gives you an approving nod, taking a moment to focus on the preparation. Once he's got your food to a simmer, the wafting scent making your stomach rattle with hunger, he's back in the conversation. "Well said. I think you're going to fit in just fine, then. Had much of a chance to meet anyone besides me?"

"That tall red demon showed me around. He's… very interesting."

Magnetic is a better way to describe him. It's difficult to explain his aura, but its polarity seems fine-tuned to your frequency, the kind of thing that can needle its way past the boundaries you'd spent a lifetime defining. The kind of thing that can pull you in from any distance.

Husk has different ideas, if the bristling of his fur at the mention of Alastor is any indication. "Listen, kid, you seem like a decent person, so let me tell you something: Alastor doesn't have many uses for decent people. The ones he does are things you don't want to be involved in. Sure, he'll be polite and charming, but the moment you do anything to cross him, or make him think you've got a trick up your sleeve, you'll have bought your ticket out of this afterlife, and even gamblers know better than to bet on a third chance."

You're a little confused. You can easily believe that he's an eccentric, maybe even with a violent streak, but it seems like all you'd have to do is just stay on his good side. Would he be here if he didn't have some restraint?

"Yeah, restraint's something he's gotten real good at. And manipulation's another. Don't think you'll be an exception; even the Princess ain't immune to him." Husk passes you a steaming plate of food, the most perfect-looking dive-bar fare this side of the Pentagram to your ravenous eyes. You're already digging in when he finishes his thought. "Just… watch your step around him, okay? You said Hell feels like a contest, and let me tell you, no one's more of a sore loser than him. And if he asks you to make a deal, give it some thought until the thought is that you shouldn't do it. Hell's a bad place to bring regrets."

Your mouth's too full to respond, so all you can do is think. Husk wouldn't have much to gain from starting drama, but the impression he gave of Alastor wasn't quite the one you'd gotten. But he had definitely known him for longer than you did. Then again, what was he still doing here if he was such a problem? Maybe you'd do well to just keep your guard up, maybe take both demon's words with a grain of salt. Pushing your cleaned plate back towards the bar's side, you thank Husk for the meal.

"Anytime, kid. And seriously, keep what I said in mind."

You will. But something Alastor said is in your mind as well. The haze you used to construct your space was very helpful for the basics, but it wouldn't make for very good sheets or pillows. In short, you have need of something, and his radio tower isn't much of a walk.

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The stairs to Alastor's tower wait at the end of a lonely hallway, the atmosphere promptly changing from an upscale, classy getaway to a time capsule that makes you feel more like you're in a museum than anything else. The stairwell, alight with dramatic shadows from the gaslamps lining the walls, is a winding spiral hewn from wood. The steps are wide and low, angular like the smile of the demon they convey you to. Every inch of the walls not occupied by a lamp is papered with flyers for nickelodeon showings, radio host appearances, and antique receiver accessories, the air tinged with the ozone smell of electric power scorching the air around it. At the top, his door, locked with a peculiar mechanism mimicking the tunings knobs of old-fashioned radios, waited. A telephone handset was mounted to the door, the old-fashioned kind that had a separate piece for listening attached to the box, and a receiver for speaking into.

There isn't really a need to use it, though, because the door is ever so slightly ajar. You knock on it, the force enough to widen the gap a bit. Your wandering eye catches a glimpse of him in the room beyond; his waistcoat is draped across a chair that's settled before a massive broadcasting console, the glass beyond offering little more in your limited view than the deep maroon sky of Hell. Far more eyecatching, though, is the host of your hotel, sat on the edge of the bed with the cleaning demon from before winding a bandage around his midsection. His body is stitched with scars, the taupe tissue standing out against his beige skin. His head is down, but his eyes still give a soft glow, enough for you to see that even now, that grin remains.

You reel back, realizing you might be seeing more than you should. The rush of a shadow moving through ether confirms your fear, the Radio Demon rising to his full height inches from your face, his narrowed brow conveying what his sneer does not allow him to. "I heard your knock, little fawn. And I heard your heart speed up, like you know you're being hunted." His ears twitch, a raised hand crashing into the wall a hair's breadth away from your head, the rest of his body boxing you in. "You weren't supposed to see that, you know."

You don't know why. He's just getting an injury bandaged.

"No one should be able to hurt me. No one should be able to weaken me. No one can know." The static that punctuates every syllable is growing sharper, the crackling increasing in frequency. His antlers are growing steadily, his limbs beginning to contort, stretching thinner. For a moment that spans the length of a nightmare, you feel your imminent death at the end of his lengthening claws. He breathes deep, inhaling the fear coursing down your body. Then, mercifully, he recedes. His body settles back to something more familiar, his scorn softening. "But you… You're a stranger, aren't you? You're not even enough of a somebody to be a has-been. You're no threat to me, are you little fawn?"

Quivering in residual fear, you shake your head no, of course not, you're a nobody. He doesn't even know your name.

"I don't! Well, how very rude of me. To make it up to you, why don't you join me for tea? There's something I think I'd like to discuss with you."

With a widening smile and a firm hand on your back, he guides you into his chamber, the door behind you shutting firmly.

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Also on AO3! | Part 1 | Part 2 |

(I want to thank everyone for reading, liking, reblogging, etc. This is the most attention I think I've ever gotten for my writing and it does wonders for the self esteem. I'm grateful ❤️)

#alastor x reader #alastor x you #hazbin hotel alastor #alastor hazbin hotel #alastor #radio demon #radio demon x reader #radio demon x you #hazbin hotel

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writersstareoutwindows · 1 year ago

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snippet of a Skyrim fic I’ve been meaning to post. a pretty good, quick summary of my current Dragonborn concept.

small-town homebody returns from first adventure to find that her home is not as it always appeared to be. but then, neither is she. and neither is the cat on her shoulders. -

It was all so much the same: the hearth fire, working its way toward roaring as evening came on; low, warm light dimmed by smoke; the soft scents of yeast and honey; familiar voices chattering, while Embry snored at his seat and Sven plucked a heartsick tune. The Sleeping Giant slumbered on, exactly as she’d left it months before. There was only one thing that had changed.

As she stepped inside, people who had known her all her life looked at her with wary curiosity. In the doorway, backlit by fading sun, she looked like any traveler, in rough armor with a weapon on their hip, tall and broad and tusked, not from around here. Only when she smiled did they recognize young Signy, not dead after all.

A cheer went up; everyone wanted to buy her a drink. Everyone had heard the stories, everyone wanted to know if they were true. It was the sort of thing she’d dreamed of when she was the one bringing out drinks, but today, she’d been traveling for hours in the cold, and there was still something to do before she could sleep.

Khali, who had not moved from her comfortable perch on Signy’s shoulders for about sixteen hours, leapt to the floor and circled her ankles. When anyone came too close, the little cat hissed.

Everyone familiar with the erstwhile tavern cat knew not to push their luck.

“Sorry!” Signy said. “She’s just—Kha—I mean, Duchess, stop, it’s fine. Sorry, everyone, I just came to see Delphine, actually. That’s all.”

Signy’s name had flown around the tavern. Delphine was at the bar, ready with a mug of mead, watered-down and honey-sweetened, to slide in her direction.

“On the house. You’re back sooner than I thought. And you’ve brought our dear Duchess back safe, too.”

Signy caught the mug but didn’t drink. She wasn’t sure how to reply. “I guess so… Delphine, do we have an attic room?”

Signy didn’t notice, but Khali, returned to her perch, did: Delphine paused.

“No. We don’t have an attic. You know that.”

“I know! It’s just that someone thinks you do.”

Signy offered the note that she and Khali had found in Windcaller’s tomb. Again it was Khali who noticed that, though Delphine glanced at it, her eyes didn’t move to read the words.

“Someone did stop by, asking if they could leaving something here for you. Maybe that’s who you’re looking for. Let me get Orgnar on the bar and I’ll show you.”

Retrieving a key from somewhere beneath the bar, Delphine went to the door of a corner room that Signy had never seen rented out. She’d assumed it was a closet of some kind, but as Delphine opened the door a sliver and ushered her inside, she saw a bed against one wall, a wardrobe against the other. When Delphine closed the door behind them, Khali’s tail snapped against Signy’s neck. She hissed low in her throat.

Startled, Signy said “What—?”

Delphine had opened the wardrobe. Assuming the question was for her, she paused and said, “You worked for me for a good couple years. I think I can trust you…with this much, at least. Can you keep a secret?”

Trying not to glance at Khali, Signy said, “Yes. What’s going on?”

In response, Delphine opened a false back in the wardrobe and descended inside. At once, Signy loped after her, vaulted the stairwell, and turned a wide-eyed circle at the small, secret room that awaited. Weapons bristled on the walls. In one corner, hay bales had been dragged out to form a training space, the walls around it pocked and scored. The training dummy had pointed ears. Books lay open on every surface, maps tacked onto the walls, all scrawled over in thin, spidery writing. The map on the central table was the most marked of all, held down at the corner by heavy, notated books, in some places so thick with notes that they became unreadable. Delphine walked to the far side of this table, placing it between her and Signy as she watched the other’s reaction.

“Has this always been here?”

Delphine shrugged. “As long as I have.”

“This is…what?” Signy laughed, unsure if it was the right thing to do. All the years of her life, she’d known Delphine as the stoic innkeeper, but this—it was an adventurer’s storeroom, or a general’s office. “What is going on?”

“Same question to you. All the stories, not to mention the Greybeards, are calling you Dragonborn.”

The rumble in Khali’s chest was enough to put Signy on her guard.

“People say a lot of things.” She shrugged self-consciously.

“You wouldn’t have my note if the Greybeards didn’t believe you were the one. They wouldn’t send just anyone after that horn. The question now is, should I believe it?”

“Your note? You made it through that tomb? Delphine, what…?” Signy waved her hands around the entire room, not knowing where to point first. “What the fuck is going on? Who are you?”

That unflinching expression of hers finally shifted toward something halfway sympathetic. “I’m sorry for dragging you into this. It was better when no one in town had to know, but if you’re really Dragonborn, someone is going to involve you eventually.” Delphine sighed. “Better for me if I’m the one to do it. But I have to make sure the Thalmor haven’t gotten to you.”

“The Thalmor? To me?” Signy gestured to herself, all six and a quarter Orcish feet. “In what world?”

“I’ve been fighting Thalmor a long time. I’ve learned not to underestimate them.” She laid a hand on the map beside her. “I have reason to suspect they’re involved with the dragons. It wouldn’t surprise me if they’d corrupted even you.”

That went through Signy’s heart like an arrow.

“Fuck off! My momma fought your stupid war. She killed Thalmor, and then she lost her home anyway—”

Delphine waved her hand. She was inspecting the map beneath her fingers. “None of that matters now. What matters is that you might be Dragonborn.” She traced a line drawn in red. “If we can find ourselves a dragon, you can prove it to me.”

“Why do you care?”

There was a jagged edge to the question. Signy had known Delphine for all the time she could remember. She had moved to Riverwood not long after Signy’s momma, when Signy was still a baby. For gods’ sake, she’d worked in Delphine’s tavern for the last four years. And Delphine had known her. They hadn’t been close; Delphine wasn’t close with anyone. But Signy had always tried to be kind. It hurt more sharply than she was willing to admit, that Delphine did not seem to have cared.

Still, she seemed to hear the note of hurt. She hesitated before deciding, regardless,“I’m sorry, Signy, but I can’t tell you. Not until I’m sure. It’s too important.”

A growl rumbled from deep in Khali’s body. Signy had forgotten she was there, but now the little cat stood up on her shoulders.

“She does not have to prove herself to you…Blade.”

And Delphine betrayed an emotion that Signy had not known her capable of: surprise. For half a moment, she gaped at the talking cat. Then daggers appeared in both hands as she sprang into a defensive stance. Those were warrior’s eyes, Signy realized, as they darted around assessing the room, settling on Khali. And there was hate in them.

“Thalmor. I should have known. Signy—”

Signy felt Khali’s fur fluff in fury. “This one is not Thalmor. Do you think you would still be alive if she were? Do you think this room is very hard to find? It is because of this one lying to the Thalmor that they have not already killed you. This one may bow to Aldmeri with her head, but not with her heart.”

“Signy,” Delphine repeated, “don’t move. That creature on your shoulders is exceptionally dangerous.”

“No, listen to her, she’s not—”

“That creature has a name! She is Khali, called after the great Mane of the ancient Interregnum, she whose soul was split in two and held in twin bodies for the twin moons!”

Khali leapt onto the table. Delphine adjusted instantly, lowering one dagger to her level, but Khali just flicked her tail in irritation.

“Your paranoia has made you blind. You trust a house cat to be what it is, but you do not trust a woman you have seen grow from childhood. You dream that Aldmeri could control the dragons. You cower in hiding—”

“You Thalmor scum—”

Khali’s claws emerged, tearing points into Delphine’s map. She was only a little cat, but there was a presence to her that filled the room. She did not have to raise her voice to be heard.

“Do you think you are the only one who has suffered at the hands of the Thalmor? Do you have any idea what they have done in Elsweyr? This one has done more by pretending to serve than you ever managed in your war. Far more than you do by hiding in your cellar.”

“Shut up, cat.”

Signy had been so drawn by the force of Khali’s voice that she had not noticed the poison in Delphine’s eyes. Looking now, she saw the daggers quake in her hands, and she knew, because Signy was good at knowing these things, that Khali had cut her very deeply indeed.

Khali saw the daggers shake too. She curled her tail into a question mark, daring her.

“This one is not afraid of you, Blade. As she says, you are blind. Has this one not already shown that she is more than you can see?”

Delphine was already lunging. Signy screamed, knowing she wouldn’t miss. “NO!”

But Khali’s Voice was a half-step quicker. She didn’t shout; in the same even tone that she’d been speaking, she said, “Fus.”

Delphine hit the wall so hard that it cracked. Signy dived for the table, scooping Khali into her arms, but Delphine stayed down.

With a glance at Khali, even with a twisting hurt in her belly, Signy offered her a hand.

Tears pricked the corners of Delphine’s eyes. She didn’t seem to notice. She just looked at Khali and said, “It’s you.”

Khali did not respond immediately. She returned to her perch on Signy’s shoulders and wrapped her tail possessively around one arm. At last, she gave a single nod.

“This one has proved herself. Signy has never needed to. You are the one who has lied; prove yourself to her.”

Signy opened her hand, still held out to Delphine. Delphine tore her gaze from the tiny Dragonborn with the angry golden eyes, and, seeing Signy attempt a smile, finally recognized her: not the weapon she’d been looking for, but the girl she’d always known, young and idealistic. She took her hand and let Signy pull her up.

“Right. Well, Signy. I’m one of the few surviving members of the old Imperial guard. We were called the Blades. We’ve been waiting for a Dragonborn for a very long time…”

#elder scrolls #tesblr #my writing #khali’s views do not necessarily reflect my own. do i like delphine? hmmm.#as a character yes most definitely. i think about her so much.

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moonlight-tmd · 11 months ago

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Prowlbee dancing based off this scene?

Hmm that's very interesting.

I suppose they would do something like a competitive tango or something similar where they'll both try to be the better dancer. I had just the right idea a while back where I found a very cool tune on youtube- a soundtrack named "Angelica" from "Pirates of the Carribean: On Stranger Tides".

The before dating shenanigans with these 2 are just too good to resist so this is yet again the setting for this- i guess Sari, Bee and Bulkhead were having yet another fun time either dancing to Just Dance game or just casually dancing to the music they played and Prowl started complaining about the sound.

Bee took charge in arguing with him per usual and at some point he accused Prowl of being a horrible dancer in such a way that made Prowl want to prove otherwise. Bee challaged Prowl to dance with him and the fool accepted. He expected bee to throw on some pop music to sync dance to like always but he didn't expect a latino tango music to start playing

"With all the flips and twirls you do in combat surely you'll know how to dance to this, don't you?" Bee was far too cocky and Prowl bit the bait without thinking. They started dancing.

At first it was calm, some occasional twirls and transitions between poses but then the rythm quickened. And let me tell ya, they were going at it. One moment Prowl was leading the next he was trying to catch up to Bee and vice versa. Some of the moves didn't even look like tango but well synced combat. Unltimately tho, Bee took the lead for good and brought Prowl on a fast paced adventure- they were close then far then close again, Prowl's pedes has trouble keeping up with Bee's, the way he pulled him aroudn almsot made him look like he glided. As the song neared its climax Bee spun him around so fast and did a astonishing dip pose just as the final note played from the speaker.

Everyone clapped, even Optimus and Ratched who came out to see what the commotion was about. Prowl was... wow. He honestly did not expect Bee to be such a good dancer. The passion and the way Bee held him- looked at him during the dance clouded his mind. He was snapped from the dazed state when he heard Bee say something to him.

" I- uhh-" Prowl tried to come up with something to reply to whatever Bee said but Bee seemed to take that as an answer. "I take it you're impressed by me, heheheh.~" He teased in such a tone Prowl could barely get his thoughts together.

Theeeeen he went straight into continuing their little dance party with some obnoxious pop and electronica music and just like that, the charm poofed into thin air. Prowl, annoyed yet again, decided to just go back into his room and try to block the sound out with his earmuffs that Sari got him.

Bulkhead knew what Bee was onto and so did everyone else,... except Bee himself it seemed. Prowl was also very clueless despite obvious signs. They watched them dance around each other metaphorically for so long and now they were doing it literally and still didn't get the memo! At this point someone would just have to tell them...

Well, they were pretty much right about everything. One thing is that Bee actually knew what he was doing and somehow persuaded/paid Blitzwing to teach him how to dance good. The 'con might be a bad guy but he sure knows how to move the frame to impress someone. He might not be aware of being in love with Prowl but he sure as hell wants him to like him and be impressed. And Prowl did think about their dance whenever he heard similar music so I suppose it worked just fine!

#maccadam #tfa #ask box #prowlbee

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postgamecontent · 3 months ago

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'Night Slashers: Remake' Switch Review

However baffling it may sometimes be to process, just about every game you can name is someone's favorite. That's something I had to remind myself when trying to understand the very existence of Night Slashers: Remake. The original game is a passable arcade beat 'em up, a gory slice of DECOge that is a fun enough way to kill some time if it's all you have. It's fine, but not something I ever would have thought merited a full-on remake decades later. And yet, here we are. This must be a passion project, because I can't imagine anyone else wanting to put this much effort into Night Slashers. Well, let's see how this turned out.

So, the most obvious thing going on here is that the game has a completely new look. If I had to guess, the developers were inspired by the new style of Streets of Rage 4, because Night Slashers: Remake has a similarly cel-shaded 3D toon appearance. It doesn't look as good here, and I would go so far as to say that this game looks the way some feared Streets of Rage 4 was going to. Some of the models don't blend in with the 2D style properly, and most of them are so stiffly animated that it creates a weirdly inconsistent presentation. It feels really cheap at times, and it makes me wish I could switch back to the original graphics.

I'm also not sure this was the right choice for Night Slashers in particular. By tooning everything up, the gore and grit loses a lot of its power. And that's a bit of a problem, because that over-the-top WHOA gore was a big part of what Night Slashers had going for it. Mechanically, this is just about as standard of a brawler as you can find. Attack, jump, press both together for a special move that uses some of your health. As far as advanced moves go, you can dash, and you can charge up a more powerful attack. Guards are available, but only once your health is too low to do your super attack.

I'd have to go back to the original to check, but my gut feeling here is that the difficulty of the game has been significantly reduced in this Remake. Even at the highest difficulty level, the mob enemies can be ripped to shreds without much effort. You'll occasionally run into bigger fellows that can cause trouble, but they're not too hard to bounce around if you keep on top of them. The bosses are where most of the challenge lies, and even they only have a few patterns at most. The enemy AI just seems completely stupid at times, just standing around or walking in weird directions.

Really, Night Slashers was always a game best enjoyed with others, and it's the same case for the Remake. There's a fourth playable character (hopping over from another Data East game, Fighter's History) who is wholly new to the game, and she's a lot of fun to use. More importantly, she enables an all-new four-player mode. Regrettably, this is local multiplayer only. I guess I've been a bit spoiled by Streets of Rage 4 and Shredder's Revenge, but it's not easy for me to find enough people nearby to fill chairs to play Night Slashers in the current year. Perhaps it is easier for you, however.

While this isn't the fanciest of affairs, there are a few options here to play around with. You can toggle screen shake, character indicators, and bloom. There are some color palettes and filters to choose from. You can pick whether you want the new Remake soundtrack or the original tunes. There's a Music Room where you can listen to both soundtracks at your leisure, and a Custom Game mode where you can set various gameplay options to your liking. There are five different difficulty settings, and the game keeps track of your best scores and times on each.

Night Slashers: Remake is a decent but flawed remake of a game that could itself be described the same way. As beat 'em ups go, this version of the game is perhaps a little too mindless for its own good. I like the new character, the new soundtrack is nifty, and adding a four-player feature is a big boost. On the other hand, I don't know that the new look really fits Night Slashers and it's not pulled off very well at all. For whatever its shortcomings are, I think this is a very earnest effort at remaking a relatively lesser-known game. Maybe that's enough for some.

Score: 3/5

#nintendo switch #reviews #night slashers

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perceivedregret · 1 year ago

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so it continues

written for @thefreakandthehair lex’s spicy six summer challenge! prompt was hurricane for a ronance centric fic. i'm super excited to be part of my first writing challenge! i hope folks enjoy this stand alone work that's set in the supernatural creatures au i've created. i was super lucky to have the prompt available to help motivate me to complete this idea that's been nagging at me for months. this fic takes place later in the timeline but works well enough on its own. feel free to explore the rest if you'd like, but for now!! have werewolf!nancy and witch!robin

tomorrow is closed (part one of two)

Nancy has this thing with the weather.

She’ll wake up naturally with the rise of the sun by the internal clock, or the damn wolfy-senses as Max likes to begrudgingly call it. Whether or not she got a good night’s rest the night before is besides the point. The habit only calls for a single peek between the blinds, doesn't require more than a squint behind bleary eyes to know what kind of day to expect.

It's become a sort of game for her. Every morning she makes a bet with herself. She tunes in to the local news and weather as she gets ready for the day, waits for weatherman Frank to confirm her guess.

And today is no different.

Nancy raps her knuckles lightly against the glass of the window as she watches the huddle of birds in the nest. She takes a moment to study the horizon where flashing lights illuminate the shadowy clouds, moments later accompanied by a distant roll of thunder.

Static cuts from the junk radio that sits haphazardly along the edge of her desk and Nancy flinches, the radio's feedback piercing. Fiddling with the knobs she turns down the volume until the hum of music no longer rings harshly in her ears, shifting the station to the local news and weather.

Finding the station is easy, has become an ingrained muscle memory as she only teeters back and forth between the one and the most tolerable music station she could find in college town.

Another display of flashing lights and she celebrates her win preemptively, the room further dimming. It comes in today , she thinks with a knowing grin, fingers sweeping deftly across her lashes and clearing away the sleep.

“Today's the day, huh?"

Nancy jumps at the sudden voice, hand to her chest as she spins towards the source. Robin's head peeks out from behind the door of the bathroom that connects their rooms, the upturned corner of her mouth covered in blue-white foam.

"Dammit, Buckley, you can't keep doing that, the whole…" Nancy motions vaguely between themselves, exasperation apparent in the movement. Somehow Robin smiles around the toothbrush. "It's not fair, this one-sided mind connect… thing ."

"D'as no’ 'ow id wo'ks 'nd– gib muh sec." Robin chokes out, free hand rushing to cup her chin as she tilts her head back. A raised pointer finger is the last thing Nancy sees before Robin disappears behind the door entirely, the sound of Robin spitting and the sink running sneaking through the gap.

Nancy rolls her eyes, the line of her mouth thinning as she tries to hide an endeared grin. She makes her way across her room, quick to comb her fingers through her hair. She knocks once before stepping inside but the door that leads to Robin’s room is shut, the bathroom empty. Nancy takes the opportunity to inspect herself in the mirror before going through her usual routine, not bothering to do too much since classes had already been canceled for the week.

She’s trying to tame the final loose strands of her hair when a loud thud comes from Robin's room, followed by low muttered curses one without superhuman hearing would miss. Nancy considers checking on her, gives up on the flyaways that are at constant war with the humidity and sets the hair clip just above the nap of her neck when Robin’s throat suddenly clears.

“No, it's okay, I’m fine! I’m fine, it’s just, this damn cat,” Robin mutters, followed by another succession of low ushered dammit's.

“Robin, seriously? Get out of my head!”

“Sorry, sorry!”

“No you’re not,” Nancy mutters quietly around a smile, leaning into the sink to collect water in her palm. There was never any real venom behind her words, but this other game she plays demands at least a response.

Like the weather, Nancy has this thing with Robin Buckley. A back and forth, one that Nancy still doesn’t entirely understand but one she enjoys, nonetheless. But like her thing with the weather, this thing with Robin involves a game.

Nancy isn't altogether opposed to the constant intrusion that comes with the mind thing. If she’s honest with herself she finds that she rather enjoys it, delights in the fact Robin has this bit of access to her, this connection.

But if she's honest with herself on this then she'd have to further investigate why she doesn't mind. Why the constant reminder that comes in Robin’s one-sided replies sends a familiar warmth through her. A sense of longing that has itself raveled so snuggly around her it nearly smothers her.

She doesn’t have to dig too deep to know the why. The path to truth is as shallow as the empty faux-graves Hopper and the Suits had dug up for their group back in Hawkins.

Except she isn’t ready to delve into it, not after Steve or Jonathan, especially not after Barb, not yet at least. Robin is too important. After everything, the thought of ruining anything between them, most importantly their friendship, would surely kill her the way the wolf-turned-werewolf bite was meant to do all those years ago.

Instead she hides it, buries it as deep as her heart allows and hopes it's deep enough to ignore and not be uncovered, especially not by the one who is privy to her thoughts and capable of uncovering said truth.

So, Nancy has this thing with the weather and Robin Buckley. Another game, one she's determined not to lose.

Even if she's the only one playing.

Another series of thuds this time accompanied by a disgruntled yowl. Nancy eventually hears the unmistakable click of Robin’s window being unlocked and opened, followed by the scattered footsteps of the stray Robin has been so determined to save.

Satisfied with her reflection Nancy starts to make her way back to her room, now actively making an attempt to be less attuned to all things Robin and her current spout of rambling apologizes. She chances a glance outside where the growing clouds cast a shadow over the adjacent buildings, thinks she sees a white-tipped tail disappear around a corner.

Nancy has tried to befriend the grey-white Manx but her attempts to do so have proved unsuccessful. She hasn’t been able to get closer than a few feet before he’s hissing at her, the fur along his spine and tail puffing up with each spitful warning. It doesn’t help when the werewolf part of her instinctually reacts, eyes flashing a defensive yellow, the bed of her nails going numb as her claws prepare to extract.

She hopes he finds somewhere safe to hide, especially today. The cat would rather brave an incoming storm than share a space that houses four other supernatural creatures and a human witch he barely tolerates. She tries not to think about him getting caught in the coming storm.

At the sound of Robin’s door opening her heart flutters in her chest. She tries vehemently to not think about that either.

"As I was trying to say." Robin sidesteps into the room, the hinges of the door whining as she shuts it with a fuzzy-socked heel. Nancy makes an attempt to not stare as Robin leans heavily against the door.

It was a valiant two second attempt, but an attempt nonetheless.

She can’t help but let her eyes wander when Robin gives her the opportunity. Robin tips her head and her hair falls forward, presenting the crown of her now nearly blonde head that has ever so slightly lightened from the constant Florida sun.

Robin's knees knock together as she sinks against the wall, seemingly trying to make herself small under Nancy’s attention. Nancy’s eyes slowly trail up Robin's exposed legs, still surprisingly pale after all these months, her gaze coming to a stop just before she reaches her face. She takes in the oversized shirt that nearly drowns her frame, one she safely assumes belongs to Argyle for its bright colors and assortment of oddly shaped leaves.

When Nancy’s gaze does finally reach the other girl’s face, she feels her own cheeks flame pink. She doesn't need to be able to read Robin's mind to know she's been made.

Instead of calling her out on it Robin’s smirk shifts, her nose scrunching and her hands coming up defensively in front of her chest. "We've been over this, the mind thing–"

There’s a hint of nerves behind her words. Why?

"–that's not how it works, Nance. If–"

She didn’t notice, how did she– no, don’t. Stop, don’t think. Don’t think .

Robin's eyes narrow as her mouth snaps shut. Before she can start again Nancy cuts her (and herself) off with a dismissive wave and what she hopes is a reassuring smile, begs her voice to not come out as tightly as her chest feels.

"I know, you don't have to say it." Nancy directs her attention towards her desk, eyes darting over the mess of her recent project that clutters the surface. "I think of you, I end up in your head, and it makes you think of me. 'If we're both thinking about each other hard enough, we meld ,' or whatever the hell you and Steve used to call it."

“Yes, exactly! Except… no, no, not really. Me and him, that's a little different.” Robin sucks air between her teeth and Nancy looks over her shoulder, watches Robin’s head tilt left and right in consideration. “It’s just a little bit different, we–”

"I know . You two have a back and forth, we don’t. Regardless, it doesn't mean I'm used to you having access to my thoughts."

Cheater she thinks, and this time tries to think it as loudly as she can. She spares a final glance over her shoulder if only to glare teasingly before focusing on opening the lockbox that conceals her gun. A strong gust slaps against her window, the quick flash of lightning making the double action revolver she holds in her hand shine.

A mock offended gasp followed by an incredulously low muttered "I don't cheat, " from behind just barely pulls Nancy's attention. Nancy tries to suppress a chuckle as nimble fingers run over the cold metal, trigger finger aligned with the barrel.

Thumbing the release, she flicks the cylinder out of the frame to inspect the circle of wooden bullets in the chamber. Blowing air through the exposed rear of the barrel, she picks away the splinters of wood that litter the opening.

They're still not as good as Argyle's. Dammit, how does he make them so perfect, I don't– Nancy bites her tongue, uses the sting to try to rein in her thoughts again as she continues to inspect the revolver and the bullets inside.

"Ever the sore loser, Wheeler," Robin sighs as she leans back against the door, still across the room.

"Shut up, no I'm not. Besides, this is different."

"Different how? You against the weather, you against Fred and the school paper–" Nancy winces with a silent rest in peace “–now you against Henry. Well, I guess it's now you against Argyle against Henry.”

"The difference is that this is actually important. If we're ever going to take down Henry and his hounds I need to get just as good, if not better at this. The wrong sigil or the wrong shape and weight of the bullet is life and death, and death is not an option. I need to get this right."

Robin whistles low. Nancy can picture the scrunch of her nose without having to look back. "Okay, yeah, you're right. That– it's different."

I'm always right, cheater, Nancy thinks with a smirk, knows not to speak or else expose her amusement.

"Except I don't cheat, so you're not actually always right. But, honestly, this weather game you've got going on… I don't know Nance, this one feels a little teeny-tiny bit like cheating. The weather man's been talking about this storm all week."

"No! I mean, yes, technically he has, but they're still not sure if it’s going to hit us as a tropical storm or a hurricane. I obviously don’t want it to be anything more than a storm, but my bet is hurricane.

"It's been light showers and tropical storm force winds all week, but today is the day. They’re going to announce it picked up over the Atlantic, you watch. Florida weather is already so unpredictable and–"

As if on queue the emergency alarm system blares through the speakers of her radio and Nancy nearly jumps out of her skin, making Robin cackle.

"Shut up. You know my hearing is different from yours," Nancy mutters around her own fit of giggles, lowering the volume as Frank's static voice cuts through. He announces fervently the list of counties that are under tropical storm advisories, including theirs, urging everyone to begin any last minute prep for the fast approaching storm if they haven't already.

"Tropical storm? What- I was so sure it was going to upgrade overnight. I mean, obviously I’m not saying I want a category five or anything, but not even a CAT one?” Nancy mutters with a pout, turning the volume down to a low buzz.

“I know it’s not the Once in a Lifetime Hurricane you were expecting, but a storm is coming in today. As your unofficial ref, I say you won today’s bet.”

“Yeah okay,” Nancy says with a self-deprecating roll of her eyes, the corners of her mouth slipping into a sheepish grin. It's dumb, I know.

"Nothing you do is dumb, Wheeler," Robin says quietly around a chuckle, her hands rising preemptively in apology. But, Nancy doesn't comment on it, can't bring herself to act peeved at the intrusion, instead allows herself a genuine smile.

Nancy’s amusement is only short lived. She redirects her attention towards the gun still in her hand, knocking the wooden bullets out of the extractor and onto her desk where she rolls one of the crudely carved bullets underneath her fingers, unimpressed by her own work.

Another crack of lightning illuminates the room, this time the accompanying crash of thunder following sooner than it had before. With a resigned sigh Nancy reaches out to change the station, today’s bet against the weather officially over.

Dreams starts sifting through the speakers and Nancy tenses, looks over in time to catch the look that masks Robin's face the moment the song registers. Her fingers are immediately back on the dial.

"It’s okay. You don't have to change it, it's fine," Robin says, voice soft.

Nancy hesitates. "Are you sure? I don’t mind changing it."

"No… I mean, yeah? Shit." Robin mutters. After a moment that feels like an eternity passes her eyes slip shut, a pained wince shadowing her features as Stevie Nick's floaty vocals carry their way around the room.

Nancy's fingers twitch, itching to reach out and turn the radio off all together. Instead she waits, barely flinching at the crack of thunder that seems to shake the entire complex. Robin exhales a shaky breath with another low muttered curse. Eventually she nods, opens her eyes as the instrumental breaks and her gaze immediately locks on Nancy.

Nancy watches as the harsh lines between her brows melt away with the slow guitar bridge, Nancy’s own heartbeat moving with the faster drum beat. Robin takes a shallow breath, steadier, and she clears her throat.

"Honestly, I’ve kinda missed this. It used to drive me absolutely bonkers trying to understand how two complete flower children like my parents could have ended up stranded in a town like Hawkins. I used to dream of life after seventeen, ya know... Bella Donna promised a life of adventure.

"But then I turned seventeen and our lives went to shit... What I’d give to come home and find my mom in the middle of our living room, stoned, dancing to Fleetwood Mac."

Robin sniffs quietly with a quick succession of teary blinks that makes Nancy’s own heart ache as she thinks of her own family back home. She wants to take the steps that will carry her across the room, wants to take Robin's hands in her own, help carry the pain that's all too familiar, to hold her.

She doesn't. She musters up what she hopes is an encouraging smile. Robin grins back, line of her mouth tight before she resigns herself to looking out the window. Nancy takes it with a quick swipe to her nose before she turns back to her desk.

They remain silent for a while.

Nancy goes over the carvings, jotting down notes for later. The only noise that fills the space is the music from the radio, her pen scratching along the paper, and the occasional clank as she snaps the barrel of the revolver in and out of the frame.

They remain content in the quiet as the chorus of thunder continues to crack in the distance.

After some time Nancy turns her head to prop her chin onto her own shoulder. In the safety of shadowed light, she allows herself to look.

Robin is looking out the window, watching the angry dark clouds continue to creep in across the sky. The coming storm casts shadows and light across her face. If Nancy focuses hard enough she can almost see the reflection of it in her eyes.

Heavy rain starts to fall and the room darkens even further, heat from the little bit of sun the day had to offer slowly dissipating. The wind howls and Nancy can only just hear the birds in their nest, their silent chirps nearly hidden behind the sound of the wind as the tree that houses their nest trembles.

"I'm not cheating, by the way."

Nancy speaks suddenly, her voice soft. Robin turns to look at her. When her brows pull together and her lips pout in question Nancy has to look away. She focuses on Robin's hands, her fingers interlocked and laid against her stomach.

Nancy chokes on a swallow, attempts to hide it with a cough as she turns back to her desk. “Today, the storm. I'm using context clues, taking the hints nature has to offer. It’s Journalism 101. ‘Don’t just ask if it’s raining; go look .’

"You, though, hearing my thoughts with all your witchy magic? That's definitely cheating."

"Fair point,” Robin murmurs with a chuckle. "In my defense, Wheeler, if you don't want me to have access to your thoughts, have you considered…"

Nancy hums when Robin doesn't continue, half focused on cleaning up the mess of her desk. She shuffles note cards of the sigils she's been learning and stacks them neatly atop a book of supernatural studies.

She continues to skim the titles of cut out newspaper articles she's been using to track Henry and his pack as she waits. After no response she shoves them unceremoniously below the pile of neatly handwritten pages dotted with information she's picked up about the hybrids from Argyle.

She's inspecting the edge of her blade when she hums again. A nudge. The other part of her, the most demanding part, is still waiting, reverted to being completely attuned to all things Robin Buckley. She tampers the fluttering in her chest, or at least she tries to as she sets down the dagger and unearths a random article, tries to settle her nerves and focus on the words on the page.

The door creaks as Robin finally pulls herself away from it and Nancy’s stomach swoops as the energy shifts inside the room, mirroring to the torrent that plays outside.

She can hear the pop as Robin pulls on her fingers, the way she shakes her hand out. Robin spins the ring on her thumb as she makes her way across the room with a ghost of a smile on her lips, one Nancy knows is there without having to look back.

Another passing moment and Nancy clears her throat. Have I considered what? She thinks, doesn't trust her voice to not give her away.

"Have you, Nancy Wheeler, considered…" Robin's voice is low, scratchy, and it sends a shiver down Nancy's spine. The articles crinkle in her hands as she makes a desperate physical grab for control of her nerves.

The lights flicker and Nancy shudders. Nancy inhales deeply as Robin approaches from behind. She closes her eyes, sinks into the familiar scent and warmth that washes over.

"Have you considered not thinking about me?" Robin's voice is barely a whisper.

Nancy nods, perfect brows pulling together with a dazed shake of her head because- "Of course I have."

"So, why don't you?"

I can't.

"Why not?"

Because I'm pretty sure I’m in love with you.

part two soon!

#LexsSummerFanworksChallenge #ronance #ronance fic #nancy wheeler #robin buckley #it's a hurricane of emotions is what it is #god im so excited to break them soon <3 (im lying im actually dreading it)#supernatural creatures au #3.4k words #my*stuff

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demonfox38 · 8 months ago

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Completed - Ys II: Ancient Ys Vanished – The Final Chapter

Do we need to do the GDQ Orb chant?

Jumping into "Ys II" after finishing "Ys I" may have been a touch masochistic on my part. Not that I didn't get through the game in a decent amount of time or didn't occasionally enjoy myself. But, that final boss…woof! What a goodwill shredder! Having said that, I still have my goal of 12 games to beat this year in front of me (with 9 being from my Steam library.) "Ys II" was right there, packaged right in with its predecessor. I figured if I was going to tackle it, now would be better than later. At least I would be going in prepped for the full abuse that the "Ys" series could throw at me with the memory of the Push System fresh in my fingertips.

I went in, prepared to take grenades to the face.

"Ys II" opted for tomatoes instead.

"Ys II: Ancient Ys Vanished – The Final Chapter" is the second in line of the "Ys" games. Notably, nowhere near the last. (I guess "final" here is about as final as the finals in "Final Fantasy!") Produced a year after "Ys I," it has since followed its counterpart in several ports across multiple PC platforms, providing an extended story arc for its predecessor. Is it a story conclusion? A contradictory twist? Continuing the twin theming from the previous game? Well, it's at least a couple of those things. Ya know. Things coming in twos and all.

Having defeated the wicked mage Dark Fact (yeah, I know; snicker snicker) and reunited all six tomes of Ys' sages from the first game, hero Adol goes from being gently bathed in light and surrounded by goddesses to being punted headfirst into a floating island. So much for his dignity and inventory! Oddly enough, this would happen to be the titular country of Ys that has been missing for over 700 years. Having been recovered once again by the locals, Adol takes their advice and journeys out to Solomon Shrine, where the two goddesses of Ys are said to—

Wait, I thought I was there last game. How is this shrine up here, too? Did I go into the past or a parallel dimension? No? Then how did nobody notice this floating island before? Does that have something to do with the storm wall in the first game? Translator, help? Did I misunderstand something from the last game? Why are you busy making "The Room" jokes?

Did "Ys II" need a sequel? Fiscally, sure! Plotwise? I thought we had solved enough problems last time. I guess not. Not that I mind killing demons, but going back-to-back with the previous game, it does feel a little bit unstable in terms of its plot's foundation. Most of the pieces I found interesting had to do with side elements, like the drama with Sada's failed rescue of his fiancée, as well as whatever hell the human-friendly demon Keith was going through. Even the main quest and its resolution is…fine. Good enough. I think I just got sick of everyone trying to hook up Adol with this game's lead girl.

Look, man. I'm just not into moe. I kind of need something more than a girl being cute and sweet going on to form an attachment. Especially when said character keeps getting in trouble every 30 seconds.

So, the plot's whatever. It happens. What I am surprised with is how well tuned up the gameplay is from the previous game. It's still got the base Push System for dealing with enemies. However, it felt way better to me this time around. I don't know if it had to do with wider hitboxes/environment design, or if I was doing better at paying attention to my attacks, or what changed. Something clicked, this time. I didn't feel so much like I was walking into a meat grinder as I was the meat grinder.

Additionally, the game grants you access to a variety of spells. This allows for ranged combat, which in turn greatly improved the boss design of "Ys II" over its predecessor. Last time around, it was all about fiddly movement. This time? The bosses felt more like something out of a bullet hell game, requiring you to respond in kind with your own fireballs. Like, actual boss design. "Gradius"-style boss design! And, hell! I can handle that! I was trained on those kinds of boss battles! Even in later battles, where your sword strikes were required, the game was not nearly as cruel as it was last time around. Like, it even pitches you extra healing items and a revive item, if you need it! Way more approachable!

The overall progression in game felt more logical as well. While you get more sets of armor and weaponry, it all flows upwards (not requiring the user to downgrade their weaponry to fight the final boss, like in the previous game.) The auto-health regeneration item also shows up way earlier, which I appreciated! There are more levels to be gained, but the statistic caps are the same (255), so it doesn’t feel too different there. A greater variety in environment design also helped. It wasn't just village/cave/shrine/tower, this time. Fire and ice environments in particular helped to break up some of the exploration monotony. The same labyrinthine looping is still happening, but it doesn't feel quite as snarled as before. Some places can feel huge or confusing, but not to the extent I felt with the previous game.

About the only other twist with "Ys II" is the implementation of a rudimentary affection system. If you equip a regenerative item (think food, flowers) and bump into a townsperson, you can offer them said item. Giving certain characters multiple items might get you little mascot charms of them, as well as bonus items. Me? I was about getting extra food. Not that I needed it much, but hey. I'm not throwing out a cheap steak.

My feelings on this game are weird. Very confusing. See, there's really not all that much difference between "Ys I" and "Ys II." There's still maze exploration, shoving monsters around, a difficult economy, and an occasional escort mission (complete with weird and/or creepy achievements.) Having a ranged option and some tuned up boss designs just made that much of a difference, I guess. Shit. Is this what "Mega Man 2" fanatics feel like?

Getting "Ys II" on Steam does necessitate getting "Ys I" as well, so I guess I would wait for a sale, if the sequel did sound appealing to you. Like, 50% off? 0.5 is just an inversion of 2, right? Makes it thematically appropriate. Somehow. I guess.

I mean, you don't have to play everything you buy. But, I certainly don't want to burden you with something extra. Then again, if we finally hit that triple A gaming crash that we're due for, maybe you'll finally have time to tackle your backlog! Maybe then, this won't feel like a burden to add.

#Ys II #post game evaluation

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trespeak · 2 years ago

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wrote a thing about that one game and where my own head's at with it a few days ago. it's not meant to be a formal essay or anything (and 100% more of a personal perspective thing rather than a "here's why thing bad" read)

but yeah

My folks are probably going to play the Wizard Game.

I’m not mad at them for it or anything. It might be a bit disappointing, but they’re not in tune with these things, the way the people reading this probably are. I feel like it would be hard to explain to them the specifics of why supporting anything Wizard Universe-related these days feels like an indirect attack on some of the people I care about the most beyond my blood relatives.

I guess I’m also trying to be a bit more nuanced with the ways to handle things like these, where my own reaction to something isn’t always going to match up with that of others, even those I’m in close proximity to. My brother listens to a fair amount of artists I keep out of my own rotations (Kanye, Tory Lanez, XXXTENTACION, etc.) and I hear Chris Brown regularly when I visit my parents or my big sister. They know I’m usually not happy about it, but I’m not going to police what they’re into or anything.

When you look at the things I love these days, you’ll find that many of them are the pieces of media I grew up with. Adventure Time, Homestuck, HTTYD, The Hitchhiker’s Guide, list continues. One of my family’s shared interests I had growing up ended up being something I’ve found myself wanting to interact with as minimally as possible in my modern life, though. I think you can guess which one.

Even if Wizard Game ended up being a 10/10 GOTY contender, playing it would always have this undercurrent of discomfort going through the whole experience — and not the good kind, the intentional kind. It’s nestled in a world I once felt comfortable with but these days find myself isolated and disconnected from.

Every time I’ve engaged with the whole sorting business it’s given me the Badger House. The “everyone else we can’t find a defining trait for” group, sure, but the one trait that the house does have, its loyalty? You know, I guess I am loyal. To the family I was born into, sure, but to the family I’ve built over the years, too. If playing the game makes one of those families happy at the cost of the safety of the other, I’d rather not bother at all.

If we’re being honest, the Wizard Book was always more of a thing my older sister was really into first and foremost. I happened to have enough interest to keep it around, but I read so many other things growing up that it wasn’t ever on a pedestal for me. If I take a longitudinal look at every story I’ve ever enjoyed over the years, going back as far as my childhood, I’ve always been AWARE/mildly invested in mainstream fare, but the things that speak to who I actually am tend to exist more on the fringes. Box office failures that had to claw their way to cult classic status, sales disappointments on store shelves, shows that got two season runs before unceremonious cancellations. The weird shit.

(The more popular pieces of media I love sort of prove that point by being, for the most part, unabashedly themselves in feeling. People love Adventure Time because there’s nothing else quite like it. Spiderverse blew the roof off of modern CGI for a reason. Attempts to reverse engineer the Destiny 2 formula have resulted in expensive failure. You know the vibes.)

Which, I think, is why the Wizard Book has never been as much of a priority for me. Life would go on without it for me. It pretty much already does — minor bits like digging up my Redhead Wizard wand out of the closet or having a Badger House robe aside. (Neither of which I bought for myself, by the way.) It’s not a be-all-end-all for me, the way it can sometimes seem to be for them. My big sis interpreting my eventual lightning bolt tattoo as a Wizard Book thing is fine, I’m not going to stop her from believing that. I know it’ll make her happy to believe that. A bit of a white lie just to keep the peace, I guess.

I think if my folks ask me why I’m not playing the Wizard Game, I’m gonna be honest and say I’m more interested in the games that speak to my modern taste (without saying as much, granted — I think it might come as something of a shock to everyone if I said I wasn’t a fan anymore).

It’s the path that’s probably the most loyal to myself, too — I’m the same person I’ve always been. I think in terms of media, the foreseeable future of my gaming life’s going to be spent…

- catching up on the stuff I felt like I would’ve enjoyed from my childhood/adolescence but missed out on (like Dead Space)

- finding the new shit that’s cool and in my wheelhouse (Hi-Fi Rush :)

- and keeping in touch with the stuff I love now (Lightfall)

That’s all I got. Trans rights are human rights. All my homies hate TERFs.

#treman's world #originally I think I was only going to keep this on my Discord server but y'know. maybe y'all might get where I'm at with this too

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allthemusic · 8 months ago

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Week ending: 24th March

And I'm back once again, this time with a single-song week. And it's a song we've seen before, in multiple guises. This one has versions by Teresa Brewer and Dean Martin, and while it was a while ago that I listened to them, I remember liking both. So, will it be a hat-trick for the song?

Let Me Go, Lover! - Ruby Murray (peaked at Number 5)

Yes, this is immediately very familiar, despite me taking a break between listening to it last time. I guess it's quite a gentle, predictable tune - I'm certainly able to hum along nicely, even the first time I'm listening back to it.

It's got the same soft, lilting cadence as the other versions of the song, but perhaps a bit more string fanciness and twiddly bits? Certainly, the introduction has notes bouncing about between multiple violins, or possbily even different string instruments, which is a cool effect, if a bit unnecessary.

It's the same song as it was the last two times, all about a lover who doesn't care particularly for Ruby, but who wants her to keep loving them. She doesn't necessarily put in the most emotional performance, given that, though she's certainly not the worst offender I've come across on this blog, on that front.

And hey, maybe a less emotional delivery suits the idea of a love that's unrequited to the extent where it's just become a slightly banal slog. I could get behind that - the idea that Ruby's so tired of being in love with this person that she just wants out? It's a stretch, but quite an interesting one.

Too bad I don't think I particularly like Ruby's voice. It's not the worst, but it's got a bit of a wobble on some notes that I find a bit disconcerting in this recording.

We also get my favourite: a bit of old-timey electric guitar! Not enough of it, if you ask me, and it's very slow, but it does its job admirably and does sell me on the whole affair, just a little bit.

Yeah, this is fine. I think that mostly speaks to my enjoyment of the song more generally - there are a few songs out there that are like that, and that I will like, whoever's covering them (House of the Rising Sun being one that springs to mind, for example, or Mack the Knife). This isn't quite at that level, but it's a nice song, with a good concept, so you're set, whoever's doing the cover. Actually, I'd even buy into a modern cover of this, though you'd have to change the vibe a bit, maybe add a beat and speed it up a little? Hmmm....

Favourite song of the oh-yeah-single-song-weeks-are-a-thing-aren't-they bunch: Let Me Go, Lover

#uk charts #1955 #ruby murray

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calware · 2 years ago

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i didn't have a conclusion in mind for this since it's sort of a jokey pesterlog but i ended up writing something

As it turns out, Roxy was right, and she invites you to her house later that week to spend some time with each other.

Four days later, you’re standing at the entrance to Kanaya’s house. It took a decent amount of legal string-pulling and EPIC HACKS on Roxy and Hal’s parts in order to buy a bunch of 16 year olds their own places to live. Somehow, they made it work.

You press the doorbell before you can lose your nerve. Kanaya opens the door a few moments later.

KANAYA: Hello Dirk DIRK: Hey Kanaya. How’ve you been? KANAYA: Busy But Good Thank You For Asking KANAYA: How About You DIRK: I’m good too. It’s nice that things are finally starting to settle down. KANAYA: Right KANAYA: You Can Come Inside If You Want Or We Can Keep Vaguely Lingering In The Doorway DIRK: We can go inside, thanks.

DIRK: ... KANAYA: ... DIRK: Hey, do you have to get permission to go inside whenever you visit someone else’s house? Or do rainbow drinkers work differently? KANAYA: I Dont Have To Do That DIRK: Right, sorry, dumb question. KANAYA: Its Fine KANAYA: It Would Be Amusing If The Human Myth Did Apply To Rainbow Drinkers Considering The Spacial Nature Of My Aspect DIRK: You’re a sylph, right? How does that work with your aspect? KANAYA: Um KANAYA: ... KANAYA: Ways DIRK: Okay. KANAYA: ... DIRK: ...

You don’t really know what to say. From the looks of it, she doesn’t either. You both just sort of sit there.

KANAYA: ...... DIRK: ...... KANAYA: Thats A Lot Of Finish Crumbs DIRK: Yeah, th- KANAYA: Wait KANAYA: That Reminds Me I Left The Vacuum Running In The Other Room KANAYA: Oops DIRK: Is that what that noise is? KANAYA: Yes KANAYA: Give Me A Moment Ill Be Right Back DIRK: Alright.

...

KANAYA: Sorry About That DIRK: It’s fine. KANAYA: ... DIRK: ...

The awkward silence might just kill you. You don’t know if the death would be Heroic or Just.

-- timeusTestified [TT] began pestering timeusTestified [TT] --

TT: Ahahahahahaha TT: I am so glad I decided to tune in to this shitshow. This is excruciating. TT: Get your own life. You have your own body now and a bright, shiny new planet to explore. You don’t have an excuse for living vicariously anymore. TT: You know, the more time you spend pedantically bickering with me, the more time you’re ignoring Kanaya in favor of awkwardly sitting next to her in total silence. Nice socialization skills, genius!

-- timeusTestified [TT] ceased pestering timeusTestified [TT] --

DIRK: I... like your dress? KANAYA: Thank You DIRK: It looks pretty fancy. Is there a special occasion? KANAYA: No DIRK: Oh. Okay. KANAYA: ... DIRK: ... KANAYA: ...... DIRK: ...... KANAYA: So KANAYA: You Like Swords DIRK: Yeah. KANAYA: I See KANAYA: Thats... KANAYA: Interesting KANAYA: What Do You Like About Them

You could talk about swords for hours, but she doesn’t actually seem that interested. You decide to answer her question by not talking about swords for hours.

DIRK: They’re... sharp?

What kind of answer is that?!

God. This conversation is going nowhere. Quick, change the subject! Robotics? (No, you don’t think she would be interested in that.) Horses? (What??) Swords? (No! She just asked about swords! Shit!) Well, okay, you like talking about swords- maybe ask her about her chainsaw??

DIRK: And... you prefer fighting with a chainsaw, right? KANAYA: Yes KANAYA: Although It Is Usually A Tube Of Lipstick DIRK: That’s pretty cool. DIRK: What... led you to pick it up? KANAYA: Im A Lumberjack KANAYA: Or KANAYA: I Was KANAYA: Back On Alternia I Lived In A Pretty Remote Area So I Ended Up Having Everything I Would Need Delivered KANAYA: So I Took Advantage Of Anything I Could Obtain Locally KANAYA: And There Were Trees So DIRK: Huh. I guess I just assumed it was part of your general badassery. KANAYA: That Too KANAYA: It Is Pretty Badass DIRK: What did you need wood for? KANAYA: Nothing Much Actually KANAYA: I Needed Some To Customize My Wardrobifier But Aside From That I Think I Mainly Enjoyed The Therapeutic Aspect KANAYA: That Said I Did Cut One Down In The Forest Out Back Just This Morning KANAYA: Roses Book Collection Has Been Growing Rapidly So Im Going To Build Her Another Bookshelf DIRK: I didn’t know you were into carpentry. KANAYA: Heh KANAYA: It Is A Very Real And Hidden Character Trait Nobody Knows About Me KANAYA: Mostly Because It Is A Newer Hobby That Im Not Quite Experienced With Yet KANAYA: Sorry I Just Realized Ive Been Rambling DIRK: It’s fine, go ahead. It’s interesting. DIRK: Besides, I’ll gladly take it over the constant awkward silences we keep falling into. KANAYA: Oh My God Yeah KANAYA: I Didnt Want To Say Anything But KANAYA: Yeah DIRK: I don’t think I’m really used to talking with people face-to-face just yet. At least, not when we don’t know each other that well. KANAYA: We Can Take A Break From The Talking And Do Something Else KANAYA: If You Help Me Split Some Wood Ill Let You Take Some KANAYA: You Dont Have To But It Might Be Nice DIRK: Some firewood would actually be helpful, yeah. What with winter coming up soon and all. KANAYA: Okay KANAYA: I Have An Extra Axe You Can Borrow KANAYA: Here Ill Show You

You spend about an hour or so splitting wood with Kanaya. She was right, it does feel therapeutic, like you can turn your thoughts off for a little while. It’s nice spending time with her too without having to talk. Knowing that you can work your way up to being more comfortable around each in the future other makes the whole ordeal feel a lot less intimidating.

You leave later that afternoon with a bundle of logs in your sylladex and plans to have lunch next week at your apartment with her, Rose, and Roxy. In the evening, you climb into bed and open up a Pesterchum window.

-- timeusTestified [TT] began pestering gardenGnostic [GG] --

TT: Hey Jade, it’s Dirk. Jake told me about your engineering projects and they’re all pretty damn impressive. Would you be up for collaborating sometime? GG: that would be so fun :D GG: do you have anything in mind?

You stay up chatting with her about potential ideas. When Hal walks into the room over an hour later, he gives you a thumbs-up.

HAL: Took you long enough. DIRK: Stop reading my messages. HAL: Never.

TT: Hey. This is Kanaya, right? GA: Yes GA: And You Are Dirk On Account Of Your Initials GA: Assuming All Human Relatives Share The Same Trend Of Copying Each Others Letter Sandwiches TT: Letter Sandwiches? GA: Sorry I Mean Initials GA: Two Letters Sandwiched Together TT: Oh, right. It’s been a while since I’ve brushed up again on my Alternian vocabulary. GA: Its Not A Troll Term Its Just What I Like To Call It TT: Oh. Okay.

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yandere-romanticaa · 2 years ago

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Just a random concept I thought of and wanted to share with you. Not a request by any means I just thought you might like this.

Cyno who likes to watch reader from afar never realizes that they're singing softly barely a whisper (since art is look down upon) until he heard them coming from the highest tree branch of the akademiya. Not knowing it was them he follows the singing to see reader singing their heart out while looking at the stars and moon.

Cyno will never be able to erase this from memory.. especially not when they looks beautiful. You always look beautiful and each memory of you that he has is locked in his brain but this.. is the most beautiful.

Maybe.. just maybe.. he can use this.. you a Scholar dabbling into the arts? How preposterous!! I guess no one will mind if he drags you into his office for this and "keep" you in order to "discipline" you after all.. who would object? So will you please sing for him and only him now that no one else can hear you and judge? After all, you don't want your punishment to get worse, right?

(Yes he's a yandere because dang it your blog is giving me so much yandere brainrot that Im about to start a writing blog just to post these concepts into fics-)

The Akademiya itself was enough to cause you immense stress due to its ridiculous expectations and constant need to keep up and stay on top. If you weren't the best in your field of expertise then you might as well not be trying in the eyes of some important scholars. This alone caused you to lose infinite amounts of sleep but you never knew that you'd find an odd sense of comfort in singing of all things.

You were not the best singer out there but that didn't stop you from humming random tunes you could come up with on the spot as you did your daily routines, always mindful and cautious to be as quiet as possible even if you were alone.

Who knew what would happen if someone found out.

You worst nightmare came to fruition as the General Mahamantra himself called you into his office one fine morning, a deep feeling of fear engulfing your entire being as you sat in the chair across him, head down and arms pressed firmly on your knees, your knuckles clutching the fabric of your clothing. Nothing ever good came out of the meetings with the General Mahamantra, you were screwed.

He was going to have your head on a silver platter and there was nothing you could do to defend yourself.

Just as you were about to open your dry mouth to say something, the General Mahamantra raised his arm slightly, a knowing glint in his eye.

"Don't bother." he said. "I've already heard every excuse under the sun."

You gulped. You might as well throw yourself off the Akademiya rooftop once you were done with him. It would be better honestly, than to live in shame.

As if he read your mind, the General Mahamantra raised a single eyebrows and tsked.

"Don't even think about it. If you do something foolish to yourself I'll make sure to bring you back from the dead myself."

You wanted to cry. Why can't he just leave you be?! All you did was hum for Archon's sake, you've been a good person and scholar during your entire stay here-

"There is something you can do to improve your situation though." the General said suddenly, his piercing red gaze looking directly at you, almost as if he was swallowing you whole. If the situation were different you would even manage to make out that his voice sounded a little eager, if not downright excited. With a yelp you suddenly sprung up from your chair and nervously said:

"I won't sing ever again, I swear on my life! Please, please Sir, don't kick me out, I-!!"

He silenced you once more with a raised arm. Bitting your lower lip you sat back down awkwardly, embarrassed for causing such a scene. What he said though caught you by surprise.

"...Sing for me."

What?

"Sir, I already promised that I would never-"

"Sing. For me."

A million thoughts ran through your head as you kept trying to make out his strange request. Well, demand.

Cyno sat on the edge of his seat, his heart beating like never before as he prayed that you indulge him. There was no way he would ever turn you in for this but you didn't need to know that. Your secret was his to keep, as were you. He was never sure how to approach you but when he heard you sing to yourself yesterday evening it was as if Celestia itself opened its gates for him and showed him the path.

He finally had you right where he wanted you.

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