#but i think about this sooooo much

[apollos-boyfriend]

since i’m already on this rant and unfurling of mcrps i’ve been trying to put together this theory for the medium itself, and that’s that there are two main types of mcrps: those that utilize the gameplay to tell a story, and those that utilize the models.

starting with the easy one: those that utilize the models. these are your yandere high schools and aphmaus, where the minecraft gameplay itself in terms of crafting, combat, etc is rarely used. most of, if not all, of the videos consist of first-person gameplay of the main character walking around and interacting with others, as well as wider camera shots of rooms/scenes. they more rely on builds and avatars to create their story, and are fully pre-scripted, meaning the actors are in-character at all times. these are more what an average person would expect from “minecraft roleplay”, playing out much like tv show episodes. most of the time, the medium could be fully changed to something like roblox and still have the same affect—it just so happens that the creators chose to go with minecraft instead.

the second are those that implement the gameplay. these are your dream smps, your smpearths, your empires. characters start from the ground up, building and mining and crafting the world around them instead of simply existing within it. while they can and often do have cinematic shots, most of it is shown through first-person gameplay, not focusing as much on the interactions between characters in the way a tv camera would capture them, but in the way a player would. players drift between being fully immersed in their character and just bantering like they would normally, whether with a live chat or a theoretical future one.

what’s interesting about this category is that it has subcategories within: live and pre-recorded. as i’ve said earlier tonight, despite being the same at face-value, both of them are VERY different in terms of what works to keep a series alive and what each category is able to easily achieve.

these lines aren’t like. final. because i still have a lot to think about and also some mcrps (like stampy’s lovely world) can be argued to drift between both categories BUT i just wanted to put it out there bc it’s something i think about a lot and is very interesting 2 me :]

[seiwas]

cw: pro-hero bakugo, reader has boobs, kind of explicit/nsfw? idk i describe boobs, reader is smaller and shorter than bakugo, unedited sawry

bakugo's muscle tee looks as ill-fitting as it'll ever be draped over you.

there are reasons for this, perfectly founded and logical reasons for why that is—the main one being that, it's, well, his; two, maybe even three sizes larger than what it should be to fit you properly.

but, he can't stop staring, and there are reasons for that too—the main one being that, it's his, and yet, the only way he can ever imagine it now is when it's being worn by you.

your hips sway to the song you've been humming for the past five minutes. it's the same one, the chorus on a perpetual loop. he's sure it's the only part you know; you do this often enough that it's the only part he knows now, too.

the hem of his tee hits right at the top of your thighs, concealing just enough to tease, but he’s confident that if you reach up even the slightest bit for the cupboard overhead, there'll be nothing to hide.

he feels a little bit like a creep like this, watching as he stands in the middle of your shared living room, but it's impossible too look away—you've got to be doing this on purpose, right?

heat flares inside of him when you turn your body ever so slightly, the armhole of his muscle tee large enough to give him the clearest view of skin—

he gulps.

it's smooth, sloping just right; the side view of your under boob curves into its perfect shape and he can imagine it, feel—

(is this considered perving if he's been with you for years?)

the pan in front of you sizzles as you plop in god knows what. you pour in something from the side and wait, one hand propped on the hip you pop out. then, you pick up the pan, attempting to flip what's inside (probably a pancake, now that he thinks about it).

it’s hard to focus on what you’re cooking though, especially when all he sees is plump flesh jiggling, bouncing as you further agitate the pan.

he just got the pants of this suit readjusted, and now they're fucking tight.

bakugo normally runs hot; it’s kind of part of his dna. but this warmth is different, flushing him from head to toe. it creeps up the side of his neck, painting the tips of his ears a blooming red.

you turn around then, plopping the pancake on the plate atop the counter behind you.

"oh! you're done," you greet him with a smile. so. fucking. casually.

as if your tits aren't fucking peaking against the gray fabric of his tee.

as if you think he buys the fake innocence poorly concealing that sly, conniving look in your pretty eyes.

as if you aren't standing in front of him in his muscle tee, wearing nothing underneath it like you didn’t do this on purpose. like you don’t know what it fucking does to him.

his eyes squint suspiciously, deep vermillion staring straight into yours.

you tilt your head, the tips of your lashes kissing the top of your cheekbones as you blink. you reach for a bottle of honey.

“everything okay?” you ask, voice syrupy, sickeningly sweet.

your movements play in front of him languidly, the corner of your lips curling up slightly as you smirk. honey catches on your finger as you pop open the bottle cap.

he’s supposed to be out the door in five minutes if he wants to make it in time for a meeting at the agency. technically, he should already be there if he wants to keep up his track record of consistently being fifteen minutes too early.

but you start to approach him, rounding the kitchen island. there’s a narrow space between him and the slab of marble, but you slide into it like it was made for you.

he’s certain it was, from the way the tip of your nose brushes against his as you tiptoe. your tits are right fucking there, brushing against the skintight material of his suit.

there’s too much fucking fabric if you ask him, between cotton and spandex.

your grin widens, and he feels hot, the heat from his cheeks radiating.

then you whisper, still saccharine, “breakfast is ready,” before kissing him on the lips lightly. a short peck, soft in the way that promises more before you slip away, giggling in your retreat.

he huffs, watching you leave. his feet shift as he thinks.

five minutes, huh?

like hell he’s going to eat these damn pancakes for breakfast today.

[bluepallilworld]

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[shorthaltsjester]

there’s something that’s just :) to me about the fact that when vex is in danger and percy shouts after her in tlovm, he still uses vex’ahlia even though it’s almost always a situation in which choosing the shorter and thus faster and easier to yell version would make more sense (this happens on several occasions). the very base conception of vex in percy’s brain is vex’ahlia. besotted and utterly in love fool behaviour. he’s so real for that.

[spielzeugkaiser]

Ciri feels a bit like she's been in the way, once Geralt and Milek become closer - like she held him back somehow.

The thing I think is crucial about this - things went wrong and Geralt missed out on seeing Milek growing up - but Geralt is a dad. The parallels are there.

[casualavocados]

…It's nice. You're so noisy. […] Actually, it'd be better if we died together. That way, neither of us would have to suffer the pain of losing the other, right? Shut up.

KISEKI: DEAR TO ME Ep. 13

[ricky-mortis]

I have a lot of thoughts about Tinky fucking Ted up- have some doodles about it

[silusvesuius]

testing out drawing maormer 🪸🐚🪸 and a nelvas 🧣📜🩷 i'll ramble about maormer a bit in the tags

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

one thing i really wish people wouldn’t forget when it comes to suguru’s character is that his core desire is just to have a family. not in a nuclear family way, but in a “i want a place where i belong / i want to protect the ones i love” way…… literally everything else is just an extension of that desire. a means to meet that end. he broke down after being forced to realize that staying with his family meant having to watch them die, so he left and made a new one. and he got stronger. and his core wish was always, always always to create a world where he’d finally be able to protect them :(((((((((

[wife-beam]

you ever think about sqq giving his life to save luo binghe— no back up plans, no way out of it, really knowing that this time it’s IT— and that all he really wants, all that he asks for, is for luo binghe to live well

[trobeds]

i know the hunger games isnt about romance i know it isnt a love story but. theres just something so beautiful in the way peeta is the personification of what it means to heal and he /is/ the dandelion and the bread and the hope that things can be better even if they wont be fixed. even if the nightmares dont stop he will still hold her. wake her up and tell her shes alive. shes safe. and when its over and done and theres no more saving or protecting or trying their absolute hardest to die if it means keeping the other alive, the horrors dont stop. but katniss will still find that comfort in peetas arms.

[nina-scribbles]

It’s time for your debut, Tom.

[smoshmonker]

look, a family isn’t just a mother and father. sometimes it’s a little goblin with a constant need for validation, alcohol, and his heroes to just look at him, a wizard blade singer trying way too hard to be cool with the power of god and anime on his side, a himbo warforged druid who knows what sex is who chooses his family but not his friends, and a halfling with thunder thighs, smushed pie in her purse and an innate desire to adopt them all

[morrithal]

Fandom loves the drama of a white man you're in a romantic and sexual relationship with lying to you about his entire identity and much of his life story and they hate it when a black woman keeps her emotional life private but is clear and honest about her opinions on nearly everything else. And they'll call her a bitch

[myokk]

a lazy afternoon by the black lake🫶

[hansmannette]

kiss for you, kiss for me!!! 💋