#dutiful but will get distracted

[wombywoo]

glasgow date 🧡

[heymurada]

oh no he's hot (a problem)

1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - 10 - 11 - 12 - 13 - 14 - 15 - 16 - 17 - 18 - 19

~~

No One Plays Alone updates Tuesdays/Thursdays

[nekrosmos]

can u..... uhm... can u draw...nik...but pocket sized....like teeny tiny... like very small.....miniscule even.... please.. so i can Put him in my pocket and Carry him 😔 i love that guy...

I tried to make a little Nik .... a little guy to carry around in your pocket ................. hope this satisfies the request :3c

[sgt-tombstone]

View this post on Instagram

A post shared by Pete Reid (@mckallaster)

Soap narrates every football match the 141 watches exactly like this and it’s where 90% of Ghost’s knowledge of Scottish slang comes from

[felixeis003]

To love and to hold???? Squish

[fatuismooches]

Brain is braining. POV we're Capitano's personal assistant. RAHHHH-

Imagine our dear Captain pining for his personal assistant who- really doesn't do much- handles some of his paperwork because he's often on the field.

Poor Capitano because his romantic advances fly over his PA's head because you're too oblivious </3. But it's fine, he's a patient man. He'll play the long game.

But oh, even a patient gentleman like him has his limits. He wants nothing more than to hold you close and call you his 😇

♡, 🌼

BRAIN IS BRAINROTTING WITH YOU 🌼 ANON! It's only natural for each Harbinger to have their own personal assistant(s), and when you were assigned to Capitano, you were expected to be swimming in a truckload of work, but... surprisingly enough, the Captain was quite gentlemanly and strict about your working habits. No, sitting in a chair all day, hunched over, is going to hurt your posture. Go stretch your legs and come take a (very silent and awkward) walk through the winter garden with him. No, don't worry about working overtime. He has other agents on the case already. Huh? You want to come and watch him train during your lunch break? Well... he won't say no. (Capitano wonders if your willingness to spend more time with him means you're starting to warm up to him. You were quite scared of him in the beginning...)

Your oblivious nature will have him wondering if he's the one doing something wrong. Is this not how you woo someone? Is the books he's reading incorrect? Did Tartaglia lie? No, those seem unlikely. He's confused, he thought he was being rather forward in his advantages... it just so turns out that the person he likes is... a bit unaware when it comes to these things. Oh, the Captain has his work cut out for him, doesn't he? But not to worry. One thing the art of actual war has in common with the war of love is patience. Patience in waiting for the perfect opportunity to strike.

And strike he will, if you let him.

[tacticalanxiety]

Charcoal

Have more messy phone art.

Im enjoying playing with it.

[fruitsofhell]

Yall, its time to ramble about visual/environmental storytelling cause this is silly article is driving me insane.

I won't argue for if the game should have had more constant and involved cutscenes like Robobot or Star Allies, but what I will say is that this game is VERY rich in story through the world design. The Forgotten Land as opposed to say the Land of the Sky in TD or the entire galaxy of Star Allies is like, DROWNING in writing and narrative. It builds so much mystery and intrigue through the theming of every world and even individual levels, with exploring both how the people of the land originally lived and how it's being reclaimed by nature and the animals.

I think the closest things maybe is Robobot and Halcandra in RTDL, the former having great little designs that key you into WHAT Haltmann is doing and what makes it so toxic. Halcandra though is the ultimate grand-daddy, the contrast between it and the Lor, and Egg Engines and Dangerous Dinner is full of theming and clues about the nature and history of the planet. AND THAT IS STORY, THAT IS WRITING! Especially when compared to say Star Allies, where most of the levels of the levels are just ye average Kirby themed fluff with little to say about the Jamba or the state they've left the galaxy in. But when you play through the casino levels of Robobot, as well as delightful theming and level design, you see that Haltmann is erecting literally the most predatory entertainment centers imaginable. When you step off the sleek futuristic Lor into the scrapyards and wastes of Halcandra, you get fun intimidating final worlds, and a good grasp on *why* the people who made the Lor aren't around anymore, and may even start questioning why Magolor made such a great fuss of dragging you to this horrible place. Music is also deeply important to this storytelling. Each of the factories/towers erected in ever world of Robobot's theme is a remix usually of themes related to older mechanical levels, subtly clueing you into where Haltmann go their technology from. Outside the Lor rather than the comfortable motif of Green Greens is this almost comically suspicious and disoriented theme once you're stuck on Halcandra and returning to Magolor with more doubts about his words. The final level inside of the volcano house a theme that is teasing the twist to come, and the theme for fighting Landia before the big reveal is less triumphant, and more majestic and pensive. Possibly trying to evoke more hesitance than confidence, even if most people wouldn't catch on to that on a first run.

But the cooler thing, is that while Robobot has this cool theming at key levels, and RtDL does at the end, this type of shit is pervasive ALL throughout Forgotten Land. Every world and nearly every level is a unique, well thought-out set piece! You get to see abandoned towns, cities, malls, stores, factories, resorts, and an amusement park, each which serves as more than just a fun location, but a clear picture of the world and the state its in. This intent is made clearer through the music and tone that goes out of its way to not highlight the destruction of these areas but their beauty, wonder, and mystery through the eyes of an clueless animals and our favorite pink alien. The abandoned Alivel Malls theme is a track as upbeat and peppy as what must've played over it's speakers in it's hayday, because the hustle and bustle breathed back into it by the animals and Kirby just exploring this mysterious complex is just as lively. The theme of the Everbay Coast is peaceful and sunny despite the Holine ruins because it's as part of the scenery to the animals and Kirby as the picturesque palms and sands. And Wondaria!!!!!!!!! OMG WONDARIA WHERE TO EVEN BEGIN WITH EVERY FUCKING LEVEL AND THEME IN WONDARIA!!! THIS IS WHY I CAN'T TAKE THAT CLAIM SERIOUSLY - y'know when I cried at Forgotten Land? In world 3. Not because of a cutscene or a line of dialogue, but just from the sheer emotion the setting evoked in me. The sweet, laid-back, starry-eyed wonder that it expressed from Kirby mixed with my own sense of nostalgia being aware of what that place was, and how beautiful it was to see it rediscovered and adored by Kirby and the animals of the Forgotten Land. It evokes such a strong feeling of bittersweetness, of existential dread comforted by the knowledge that the simple joys and memories we create places like amusement parks to share will continue on as long as there is life in the world. And unlike some of my musings about past games, this was explicitly intentional. What truly brought the tears to my eyes was remembering an interview where the devs were explaining how they were trying to keep the tone light and Kumazaki said specifically they wanted to evoke peace and beauty rather than loss.

LIKE THIS IS WRITING! This is storytelling, this is intention. It's just subtle, but not at all unimportant, and it ties into the more overarching plot. It raises the question constantly of where the people went that is answered by Forgo, and expresses the dichotomy between the simple innocence of the animals compared to the ambitions of the people who abandoned them and that is now possessing their leader. It creates stakes for Elfilis and Forgo's intentions to destroy everything so beautiful and pure about the current world, but as it absolves the current world of guilt, it puts into perspective JUST HOW LONG Forgo must have been locked away that things changed so much. And as softly as the exploits of the original people are portrayed by the game, knowing their treatment of Eliflis and Forgo as a thing of entertainment and tool for innovation is sickening placed in contrast with it. Like back to Wondaria, the way it shows how much space travel must have pervaded the imagination and escapism of the people either before or after Forgo's arrival is insanely smart. And it gives me chills in the best way seeing Kirby run around images of cartoon aliens from a civilization who would never meet him. Of Kirby, Elfilin, and Bandana sticking their head into a cardboard cutout of an astronaut meeting an alien, with the text "wish you were here" above in a script they don't even understand. A SCRIPT THE WRITERS MADE FOR THIS GAME SO THAT THEY COULD ADD MESSAGES LIKE THAT INTO THE WORLD FOR KEEN PLAYERS TO NOTICE AND MAKE CONNECTIONS. Like it's insane. The dedication the Hal Labs has to stuff like this is maddening! It's so sweet and heartfelt and crafty, I'm so pissed off how little respect it gets because people don't understand visual storytelling!!!!! Saying Forgotten Land is light on story is preposterous, it might just be one of the most finely crafted stories the series has had to date, and is just a really solid piece of science fantasy writing in general honestly. It is packed with environmental storytelling that drives me Up The Fucking Wall, Man.

[bharv]

Was thinking today how barely any viddy game romances give me my peak horny fantasy which is a very uptight man to fluster.

My character is always the one being made speechless why can’t I (metaphorically or actually) make a nerd’s glasses go askew more often?

[worstloki]

My issue with Thor not ‘realizing’ why Loki was acting off in Avengers 1 isn’t that Thor didn’t recognise Loki was acting unlike himself—Thor did note that—or that Thor didn’t figure out what was wrong—he did try asking—it’s more along the lines of Thor giving up, and that he accepted Loki was bad now within two days while knowing something was off when Thor himself behaved just as bad for much longer before without any specific compromising event.

[shadow0-1]

Lessons

[gauloiseblue]

Important Announcement

I think I've hinted it a few times, but I was planning to make a game (either VN or CYOA) based on COD fanfic. I'm currently in the planning stage, so there is no concrete plan yet. But I do wanna create an interactive fiction.

There's a game that I already had in mind, but it's still a work in progress. It's gonna take long before it's finished, so I'm gonna "use" my other fics as a testing case. (Testing case? Trial run? Idk the right word)

So, with that being said, I've selected a few of my fics that I wanna use for the test run. I'll let you decide which one you wanna try as a game:

A/N: I still haven't decided on which app I'm gonna use. Is it gonna be Twine, Renpy, or other. Don't expect too much ^^" it's gonna take weeks, maybe even months, for me to make the game, so please be patient ;;;;;; I'll really appreciate it if someone can help me with coding and stuff, bc I suck at that too.

[chamomiletealeaf]

Alex Keller is a thigh man. He loves your thighs more than anything good god.

[gomzdrawfr]

Tattoo🚬

cw: suggestive, Price and Ghost are both nasty in their own ways

Price lounged against the wall in the shadows, craving a smoke, but his favourite cigar was lost in the crash, he had no choice but to simply watch Ghost, his own steely gaze settled on the big man hunched over the table, currently disassembling and cleaning his rifle under the dim overhead light. 

The air was thick with familiar scents—dust, oil, metal, and that distinctive smell that is characteristically Ghost.

His nose wrinkled slightly as his beard shifted side to side, catching the musky, heavy scent of sweat. Price couldn't help but imagine tracing that bead of sweat with his tongue as it trailed down from Ghost's balaclava, disappearing into the worn black T-shirt.

Now, more than ever, Price really craved that smoke, or something else entirely.

Price's attention was momentarily pulled away at the sound of soft clicks and a fabric being tossed roughly to the side, and Price's eyes narrowed.

No gloves. That revelation caught his notice, causing a strange sense of excitement to stir within him, as if he were a Victorian seeing ankles for the first time. It wasn't like he hadn't seen Ghost's hands before, he felt them, even. 

Pale, rough and weathered, like fine-grit sandpaper, calloused and bumpy with neatly trimmed nails, some of them stained with the stubborn black oil. Price had felt it against his own skin...and other places. 

Whenever Ghost's palm pressed against his own, the touch was gentle, almost reverent and yearning. The kind of pressure that made Price want to sin more than he already had, heavy, weighted with want; burning, searing, claiming—leaving a trail of heat and marks that he would proudly trace the next day. 

These were the same hands that had committed murder and atrocities, scarred from a lifetime of violence and mistake, and yet Price trusted them completely—trusted them to do unspeakable things to him.

Ghost reached for the bore brush, Price's sharp eyes noticed something new on the skin he was so familiar with—ink. He squinted slightly, taking a few seconds to decipher it.

Once he did, it was unmistakable.

A small tattoo of a cigar, nestled on Ghost's ring finger.

Price’s eyes widened, his breath hitched slightly, caught between surprise and amusement. Of all the things he might have expected to see in this quiet moment, that certainly wasn’t one of them.

Unable to resist, Price stepped into the garage, making his boots echoed against the concrete to announce his presence, though he knew Ghost had been aware of his stares and presence the entire time.

“Didn’t mean to interrupt.” Price said casually, unable to hide the hint of fondness and the barely concealed growl in his voice. The low, simmering heat rolling off his tongue made Ghost turned away slightly, grunting in reply as he slid the brush into the firearm to remove dust, his ring finger hidden from view.

Price’s eyes were on his finger, still reeling at the fact that the stoic man had gone ahead and marked his own pale skin with his brand, and it stirred something deep within Price. A sense of possessive and animalistic pride. 

“You’ve got good taste.”

Ghost’s hands stilled for a fraction of a second, his eyes flicked up to meet those blues. Price shrugged and turned to walk away, leaving Ghost to stew in his own thoughts. If Ghost slipped into his office two hours later, palm spreading Price’s legs open, he’d pretend to be surprised. 

^banner by ginnyw This is short, but, the thoughts (nsfw warning) are running which you can check it out here (will be posted 10 mins after this one)

[pyxis-stellae]

If I survive this end of semester I'll write any requests for COD fics anyone has no questions asked

[wackachewbacca]

Arthur coming face to face with the kindred who sired him and tortured his family with his every intention of going into a fight he might not come out of vs. Emizel and Shilo having a conversation with a toilet and pulling a pheasant out of it