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thefreecheese · 8 months ago
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I Want a WonderSwan
I really, really want a WonderSwan. It was first released in 1999, a spiritual successor to Gunpei Yokoi’s Game Boy. The creator left Nintendo after the Virtual Boy and worked with Bandai to create the WonderSwan using a lot of the same design principles that made the Game Boy successful ten years earlier. The WonderSwan has always stuck out to me in its look and form factor, and I think it’s…
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spielkritik · 11 months ago
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Lesenswert: Kürzliche Verstorbene, Badlands (MSX), Bonk (GB), LCD-Games / Sehenswert: Arcades, South Park
Herzlich willkommen im neuen Jahr! Lasst uns beginnen mit einem Ausflug in die Badlands – Konamis einziges Laserdisc-Game, das 1984 für die Arcades erschien und im Bereich der Heim-Hardware ausschließlich für die wenigen Laserdisc-kompatiblen Modelle des japanischen MSX-Heimcomputers umgesetzt wurde. Ashley Day hat es in die Finger bekommen. Ganz andächtig machen wir weiter, mit Nachrufen auf…
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miketownsends · 2 months ago
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Victor got hit first pitch and immediately ran out to the mound
it is tense in here
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wrenhavenriver · 4 months ago
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still squicked out and disappointed by the final boss and related halfassed lore decisions of s/o///t/e but i do love messmer's whole deal. win some you lose some i guess
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webvampzz · 9 months ago
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how i feel when i ramble about my interests
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gogglebob · 7 months ago
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SBC #38 Bowser & Mario Pinball Land
Super Smash Bros. brought together a great many luminaries from many different videogame genres. Thus, it granted us this paradox: 1. Not a single fighter in Super Smash Bros. Ultimate premiered in a pinball game 2. Many different fighters in Super Smash Bros. Ultimate starred in themed pinball games So let’s have a ball and look at how our various Smashers roll. Pinball Who is our star? Mario…
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pajorko · 1 year ago
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On 17 September 2023, the first ever official international amp soccer match between women's teams was played in Warsaw as part of the Amp Futbol Cup 2023. Poland faced the USA. Poland won 1-0 after a goal by Marta Rumińska.
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3416 · 2 years ago
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having to miss the jays home opener to watch and leafs n lightning play probably like shells of themselves in the second to last game of the season.....
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gbhbl · 1 month ago
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10 Great Modern Horror Movies to Watch This Halloween (That We Think You’ve Never Seen) – 2024 Edition
For the fifth year in a row, we want to talk about modern horrors we think you should definitely be checking out this Halloween season. Movies that you may have missed, movies that delighted us and movies we think are good enough to recommend.
For the fifth year in a row, we want to talk about modern horrors we think you should definitely be checking out this Halloween season. Movies that you may have missed, movies that delighted us and movies we think are good enough to recommend. Now, our definition of modern is ‘released’ in the last 5 to 6 years. Some might be brand-new (released this year), others may be a couple of years old and…
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thefreecheese · 1 year ago
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The Free Cheese Episode 516: Console Ranking II
This week on The Free Cheese, congratulations Gunpei Yokoi! Our second Console Ranking episode adds ten additional consoles to the list, many of which we’ve never held before. How do they stack up against our favorites? Tune in and find out. At the beginning of this episode’s recording, our ranked list of Consoles was: Nintendo 3DS PlayStation Xbox Super Nintendo Entertainment…
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mudwisard · 1 year ago
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bought a guitar
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whoworewhatjewels · 1 year ago
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Who Wore What Jewels Weekly
We are rounding up the best jewels of the week from Timothee Chalamet’s astrological-themed Schiaparelli necklace he wore as a belt in Paris to Kerry Washington’s cute personalized letter initial pendants in NYC and Florence Pugh’s amazing curated pearl ear game. Scroll down to see who wore what jewels and vote on your favorite! Enjoy! WHO: Doja Cat WHERE: Victoria Secret Show 2023 WHAT JEWELS:…
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hopeless--light · 11 months ago
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Dp x Dc Why do I hear boss music?
Drabble or ficlet? Who knows I thought of this and would like to write a short dp x dc
The Joker was walking around gleefully he had escaped Arkham yet again but he hadn't done anything yet. Tim was on strict watching duty to see if he can catch Joker in a scheme before he did anything. Everyone else was either off-world, Jason and Dick, or in the middle of busting a trafficking ring, Bruce and Damian. So the Joker was still a high enough priority to keep an eye on but they didn't have the men to spare to take him back.
Tim knew he was being extra stealthy he did not want to become the next Robin victim he had enough clown trauma thank you very much. But he still swore the maniac had turned towards him with a creepy ass smile he always wears. But after an hour of just mindless wandering in the dark, the Joker had yet to do anything. That was until he turned down an alley toward a kid wearing headphones.
Now who wore soundproof headphones while wandering a back alley in the Gotham? Tim could only assume a tourist on top of the kid was prime adoption bait with black hair and pretty glowing blue eyes. Wait glowing? Tim couldn't tell properly from his vantage point on the roof across the street but it really did look like his eyes were glowing blue. And the Joker had noticed too, Shit the Joker was after a defenseless pretty meta. It's just a plus he had black hair and blue eyes, Joker knew Batman had an adoption type.
Time watched in slow motion as the Joker smiled at him and then reached for the teen. The Joker ripped the soundproof headphones off and Tim was hauling ass only stumbling when he heard boss music?
Danny was the final boss.
It started off as a joke between Sam, Tucker, and him, he was the ghost king after all so that means he was technically the final boss. If this were a game he would be the final showdown for heroes to protect the world. Pariah Dark was literally his final boss and he took that mantle up.
So what did the trio do they made a playlist of all their final boss music whether it was video games or movies and played it anytime Danny was visiting them, as he was now in Gotham working on his college degree. But what Danny never would admit is he genuinely enjoyed that playlist and listened to it when he was trying to amp himself up for what future project he needed to work on. Like now he was wandering the streets trying to get inspiration on his final project for class while listening to some boss music to stir up adrenaline.
Sometimes he forgot he was in the most crime-ridden town and that technically he was a meta so color him surprised when he was amping himself up this Freakshow wannabe ripped his headphones off. Not cool. But the worst part was the cord coming off his phone blasting the music. Now he can get away with listening to boss music but he will forever cringe at what started playing when those headphones were yanked away.
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reignpage · 22 days ago
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Basketball captain!Toji
2nd April: the virtue of training
warning: 18+ mdni, masturbation, teasing, grinding, edging, drawn out foreplay
basketball captain!toji has been really busy the past two weeks and it’s driving you wild. you’ve barely seen him, playoffs are coming up and his team’s busy training, running themselves ragged to prepare for the brutality of the season. you miss your boyfriend — he wakes up early and goes to sleep late, he’s in the gym once classes finish, and when he is taking a break, he doesn’t have the time to hang out with you, opting instead to watch recordings of previous games. 
you’ve only seen glimpses of your stupid boyfriend, and whilst you’re proud of him for being such a dedicated athlete and setting a good example for his team, you also hate him because no toji means no orgasms.
basketball captain!toji trained his girlfriend well. now you can only cum with his fingers, mouth or cock. he’s ruined you for anyone else, even your own fingers, not even your trusty vibrator is doing it for you. without him fucking you to sleep, you twist and turn, kicking your covers off and pulling at your hair cursing your stupid boyfriend. 
it’s a saturday, and you know he’s not training for the evening, a rare break for the team. so you let yourself in the apartment he shares with sukuna, knowing the pink-haired man’s out with gojo and geto. basketball captain!toji’s stare is fixed on the tv, eyes darting across the screen like a hawk, searching for flaws, for missteps to shout at his teammates for. 
the man never rests.
when you say hi, he barely grunts, and that makes you frown. 
basketball captain!toji has been torturing you with his absence and he doesn’t seem to be feeling the same, and despite your love for him, that hurts. so you decide to get him back for it. with a sly grin, you slide up beside him on the sofa, hand rubbing at his back. he’s still tense but he does soften ever so slightly.
it’s innocent at first, but then you’re pressing your tits to his bicep, revelling in the sudden flex of the muscles in his huge arm. basketball captain!toji throws a glance at you but ultimately chooses to ignore your obvious scheme. 
you amp it up, your other hand grips his thigh as you lean your head against his shoulder, pretending to watch the game but that hand is inching up his meaty thigh squeezing here and there until your fingers worm its way under his shorts. he’s so warm and you miss the feeling of his body pressed against yours. you sigh in his ears. 
basketball captain!toji is still ignoring you but he’s aware of every movement you make. he knows he’s been neglecting you and part of him feels bad, but the other part, the dominant part, has been waiting for you to crack. neither of you had cum in two weeks and he knew starting out that when you do admit defeat the sex was gonna be mind-numbing. he’s just been biding his time, clutching the base of his throbbing cock at night —when the need for your body, for your smile and moans overcame him — to stop himself from cumming. 
basketball captain!toji is saving his load for your pussy, so be sure to say thank you when he finally fucks you.
when your finger tips reach his inner thigh you gasp. he’s not wearing boxers. the fucking tease. you whine in his ears, nails digging into his skin, and his lip twitches. you remove your hand from his shorts and palm him over the thin material, he’s already so hard you don’t know why he’s still playing this game. 
your panties are soaked and your thighs are pressed together so painfully you think you might just combust. his big hand encloses your wrist and presses your palm harder against his bulge, rubbing the length with a grunt, and you think he’s going to cave, force your head to his crotch and tell you to suck. 
but instead basketball captain!toji is pushing you away and tells you off for distracting him. he gives you a pointed glare and says one word that makes your jaw drop in shock at his audacity. 
“behave.”
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ohbueckers · 27 days ago
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HALFTIME. i know that your body’s been in drought, so, girl, i’m gon’ make you feel it.
ONE-SHOT! pairing, paige bueckers x reader. notes, based off this request. thank you, anon, they all said in unison! i swear jealousy is what i write the best i’m always finding a way to it lmaaao. enjoy as always. warnings, sexual content.
the arena lights are blinding, but they don’t stop paige from seeing everything—and everyone—in the stands. she scans the seats between plays, like she’s been doing all game, just to catch a glimpse of you. you’re sitting on your own, decked out in her uconn gear. you flew in from usc, your own university, just for her, crossing the country to see her play, and it’s been keeping her amped up since tip-off after not having seen you since the season started.
she’d been locked in, sure, but ever since she spotted you, every second on the court has doubled as an opportunity to check in. you’d mentioned you’d be sitting alone since you didn’t know anyone besides her teammates, and she’s been quietly reassuring herself that you’d be okay. it was enough, though—the knowledge that you were here, watching her, even if it was from a distance.
now, though? now, paige can’t believe what she’s seeing.
some guy just sat next to you, leaning in with too much confidence, smiling too wide. paige can’t see the details, but she notices the way his posture says too close, the way you tilt your head slightly, almost like you’re humoring him. it doesn’t matter that you’re probably being nice, that you probably had an empty seat next to you. that’s her spot next to you, her right to your focus.
she catches herself clenching her jaw, and her hands tighten around the ball as she sets up the next play. shes almost telling herself to let it go, that she only feels like this because she’s missed you so bad, and didn’t even have a chance to see you before having to get on the court. but that was until she saw it. his hand.
she runs a hand down her ponytail, fingers grazing over the two tight braids framing her face, her eyes fixed intently on you and that guy beside you. she’s so caught up in watching that she doesn’t even notice kk nudging ice on the bench, motioning over to her in a way to say, yo, look at p.
it would’ve been fine, really. he laughed, hand dropping casually to your knee, and he even had the audacity to let it linger there, letting it inch a little higher. and that was it—her last bit of patience snapped. she knows you’re hers, but something in her always had to prove a point.
to herself more than anyone.
the whistle blares, and paige plays through the last seconds of the second quarter with a little extra force, a silent countdown ticking away in her mind until the buzzer sounds. as soon as it does, she’s off, nearly throwing the ball just to get it out of her hands.
as she heads off the court, a hand swipes the towel from a teammate, and she slings it around her neck, swiping it across her forehead with parted lips, huffing out breaths of tiredness and pure annoyance. the sweat from the game has her feeling wired, and her heartbeat’s already kicking faster than usual. she flicks her tongue over her lips, jaw working tight. the taste of salt clings to her skin, and her ponytail bounces against her shoulders as she walks, each step more clipped than the last.
rounding the corner into the tunnel, she catches sight of you waiting where you always do, leaning against the wall, your familiar face softening the second you spot her. you’d even left the stands a little earlier just to catch her, but she walks right past, barely a glance in your direction, her silence as heavy as the weight of her irritation. taken aback, you push off the wall, calling after her quietly, but she doesn’t look back, her focus set on where she’s headed. she had to have seen you, right? heard you?
she leads you to a more secluded area, and you can only hear her footsteps filling the empty hallway as you try to keep up, smaller legs not doing you much justice. she strides into the dimly lit room, the only light coming from the showers, casting shadows over the benches, lockers, and tiled floors. paige doesn’t say a word as you step in after her, your eyes wide in disbelief that she’d just fucking ignored you the whole way here.
then, she’s kicking the stopper holding the door open out. it shuts with a click, and without warning, she throws her towel onto a nearby bench before she’s pressing you back against the cool wall. her mouth is on yours, relentless and unapologetic, her tongue sweeping across your lips before slipping inside. she’s tonguing you down.
one hand is at the back of your neck, fingers spread, holding you firmly in place as she deepens the kiss, pouring every ounce of jealousy and need into it. her other hand finds your waist, pulling you flush against her.
“paige—“
“you got a whole lotta nerve, you know that?” she mutters, voice all rough as her lips find your jawline. you’re a little dazed, eyebrows furrowed as you submit to your girlfriend. until it clicks—curly-head in the stands. his hand on your knee, that laugh.
paige is jealous. and you’re definitely gonna milk it.
you wrap your arms around her shoulders, drawing her closer as she peppers kisses down your neck, a possessive bite here and there, making you tilt your head to the side. “you’re bein’ s’mean, p,” you murmur, teasing her in a way you’re sure she’ll fall weak to, fingers stroking that spot just below her ear. “i was just being polite.”
paige hesitates for a moment, her lips hovering over your skin, eyes narrowing. for a second, you think maybe she’s softening, that your words have gotten through. but just as quickly, her jaw tightens, and her eyes lower. without a word, her other hand drops to your waist, fingers gripping hard, and she pushes you down onto the bench behind you so effortlessly it has a pool forming between your legs.
she strolls around, flipping you over. “yeah? didn’t look like it from where i was standin.’” her eyes are fixed on you, and before you can answer, she’s hooking her fingers into your waistband, yanking down your pants in one swift motion. there’s a look in her eyes that tells you she’s not interested in taking her time with only fifteen minutes, and especially not after what she’s seen. she’s set on making a point.
her hands are on you too, one gripping your ass and the other digging into your thigh. you glance back at her, then to the door. her teammates have to be close—maybe a couple doors away. you can hear sneakers and loud chatter, and you wonder if they’re looking for their star player.
for paige, this is the last thing on her mind.
your neck doesn’t let you look for too long, and you’re forced to catch a glimpse of paige’s lick of her lips as you return your head to hang low. “fuckin’ polite,” she mumbles, shaking her head tauntingly as she mocks you.
her hands glide possessively over you, and you can tell just by the way they move how much she’s missed you. missed this. without warning, her fingers slip between your thighs, teasing your folds for just a moment before she slides one inside, the suddenness of it causing a gasp to catch in your throat.
her jersey clings to her, drenched from the game, arm sleeves pushed up just enough to expose the toned muscle of her forearms. her arms flex with each shift, biceps straining under the fabric as her other hand steadies you, holding you firmly in place, and she sure is strong enough to keep you from squirming away.
you’re whimpering, trying to contain your moans as you curl your lips in. paige is leaning in now, lips hovering near your ear as her ponytail brushes against your cheek. “think it’s funny?” she asks, and you shake your head as paige’s eyebrows furrow. “no? y’thought he was though. didn’t you?”
caught off guard, you hesitate, and that’s all it takes for paige to ram another finger in. you aren’t sure if you’ve just just been deprived, but one felt like enough. “pai—ah—fuck!”
she only smirks, settling back a bit as she watches the way her fingers sink in and out of you. “got me out here distracted,” she mutters, her tone dipping lower. you missed hearing her the most, the way the sound of her fucking accent could get you wet. “losin’ my focus over you, watchin’ you with him like you forgot who fucks you like this.”
unable to move out of her grasp, you can only squirm until you’re flush against her, ass pressed to her navy blue shorts. you’re barely able to hold yourself up, the pleasure spreading throughout your entire body.
paige takes the opportunity, grabbing a fistful of your hair and pulling you up so your back can meet her chest. her bottom lip is tucked between her teeth, her slender fingers pummeling into your cunt, and before you know it, she adds another. a third.
“pai—ge. shit. you’re stretching me out,” you breathe out pathetically, bringing your own hand down to your clit, trying to relieve some of the heat she’s added, but it’s no use.
“i know, baby,” she soothes through clenched teeth, overwhelmed by the grip your walls have on her herself. she’s looking down at you, all hunger. “y’ain’t had it in so long. gotta make sure you feel it.” and you do.
you settle against her with heavy breaths, moaning and clenching as your orgasm builds from her rhythm. paige knows exactly what she’s doing, every part of your body telling her you’re right on the edge. with each moan spilling from your lips, you grind harder, and she picks up her pace. “gonna come, ma? let me know.”
you nod feverishly, your voice almost breaking as you pant. “yeah, so close, p…”
she lets you go, and you catch yourself before falling all the way, whimpering. she pulls out slowly, too slow, until the tips of her fingers remained, curling in just a bit. it isn’t enough to get you there, and before you can beg, paige says, “tell me that you’re mine right now and mayb—“
you can’t wait another second. “i’m yours, baby.”
her smirk deepens, and she tilts her head, clearly savoring the sound of your voice as you confess. “yeah, that’s what i thought.” her fingers curl a bit more, giving you just a hint of the release you’re chasing, her touch infuriatingly perfect but just shy of enough.
with that, she resumes, fingers slipping deeper, her other hand gripping your hip as she holds you. the tension snaps, and you shudder against her, everything fading out as she keeps up, drawing out every last pulse until your legs are weak and your breathing’s even more uneven than before.
as you catch your breath, letting every part you can fall, paige, still holding her grip, pulls your pants up with a glance at the door. as you lean back into her touch again, she presses a soft kiss to your shoulder, almost tender now. “better remember that,” she whispers, barely audible.
craziest part? you don’t even like guys.
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girlrotterr · 5 days ago
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✧ ⁺˳ She might not look like she gets bitches.
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꒰ streamer!ellie headcannons ꒱ a/n: I know this is a little short but wanted to write something silly!
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✧⁺ — Streamer!Ellie whose bad posture is only made worse by the massive gaming headset permanently denting her hair. By the end of each stream, there’s a wild, flattened patch on her head. Chat’s constantly telling her to take a break, but she just grins, shaking her head with a stubborn “This is the look, trust.” ignoring the fact that her neck is basically molded to fit the headset
✧⁺ — Streamer!Ellie whose mic is almost as old as her setup, hanging off a stand with a few screws loose. It crackles with static if she yells too loudly, but she refuses to upgrade.
✧⁺ — Streamer!Ellie whose webcam glitches, freezing her mid-sentence in the least flattering positions, like mid-eye roll or tongue out. She’ll smack the side of her screen, muttering. “Oh, fucking come on!” 
✧⁺ — Streamer!Ellie whose desk is a mess of clutter: tangled cords, stray stickers, and half-finished doodles scattered across the surface. Chat is obsessed with trying to guess what all the random junk is, especially when something odd slips into frame—like an old action figure with a missing arm or an unopened can of Spam.
✧⁺ — Streamer!Ellie who leans back in her chair, stretching out her arms with a carefree sigh, her hair falling messily over her face. When suddenly, the camera catches a glimpse of her strap-on, casually hanging out in the corner of the screen. 
"IS THAT WHAT I THINK IT IS?!!"
"DAWG NO WAY!?"
"NO WAY BRO GETS ANY TYPE OF PLAY"
✧⁺ — Streamer!Ellie whose chat’s favorite pastime is mocking her everytime she gets cocky. She’ll brag like, “Watch this fucking clutch.” only to immediately fumble, staring straight into her webcam, deadpaned. The chat spamming with messages like: 
"Just uninstall bro.."
"How tf is she this bad?!"
✧⁺ — Streamer!Ellie whose quick to pick up on any kid’s attitude in the game. The second she hears a high-pitched “You’re trash!” she instantly counters, “YOUR DADS STROKE GAME IS TRASH!” She’ll sit there grinning, hyping herself up as the kids try to come back with more insults. Chat’s losing it, spamming, "BRO HE'S 12?!"
✧⁺ — Streamer!Ellie whenever in the heat of a game, her brows furrow, her jaw sets, and the chat braces for impact. When she misses a shot, her frustrated yell reverberates, echoing through thin walls that neighbors are definitely complaining about. “I’m never playing this shit again!” Spolier: She always plays it again.
✧⁺ — Streamer!Ellie whenever she’s roped into playing with Abby, her chat lights up with anticipation. Abby always manages to take her down, which only amps up her muttered curses and exaggerated sighs. “I WAS FUCKING LAGGING” she yells, while her chat’s ablaze with "IM CRYINGGGFF!" and "ELLIES ACTUAL FUCKING CHEEKS BRO!" Abby barely has to try; one word and Ellie’s thrown off, dropping all her ammo in the wrong place.
✧⁺ — Streamer!Ellie when you show up in her game lobby, she clears her throat, trying to play it smooth. She lowers her voice a full octave, attempting some kind of “cool” introduction. But the chat? They’re absolutely losing it.
"DID ELLIE JUST TURN INTO A FUCKING MAN?!"
"I CANNOTOTTTT"
"PLEASE ELLIE UR EMBARRASING."
✧⁺ — Streamer!Ellie always tries to play it smooth by making some bold promise, like, “Stick with me, and we’ll clutch this.” But then she immediately gets taken out. Chat explodes, throwing in every possible roast, like, "BRO ELLIE PACK IT THE FUCK UP!" and "THE HOES ARE RUNNING"
✧⁺ — Streamer!Ellie who, by the end of the stream, knows you’re still there in chat. So a quick, stumbling sentence slips out, “Uh, if you...you know, ever wanna game or whatever, just hit me up.”
✧⁺ — Streamer!Ellie when you send over your Instagram, she freezes, her in-game character getting KO’d. But she’s too hyped to care. She jumps out of her chair, nearly flipping it backward, screaming into her mic, “BRO, BRO, BRO, NO WAY—LETS GOOOO!!” She starts pacing, muttering, “CHAT, ARE WE SEEING THIS!?.”
The Chat’s blowing up like: 
"WWWWWW!!!!!"
"OKAY ELLIEEEE WE SEE YOUUU!!!!"
"THERE'S ABSOLUETLY NO WAY"
"BRO?!?!?!!"
and she’s just laughing, all out of breath. 
✧⁺ — Streamer!Ellie who’s bouncing in her seat, half-yelling at her monitor, “FUCKK ” She’s pointing at your handle in her chat, looking dazed, like she’s still trying to process it. Her hands are shaking, and she’s practically yelling over her poor-quality mic, “I FUCKING DID THAT CHAT!”  Chat’s spamming, "PLEASEE SHE WAS DOING CHAIRTY WORK ELLIE!" and "NAHHH THATS DEFINITELY AI"
✧⁺ — Streamer!Ellie who’s too hyped to even hear the first few bangs on her door. But then, it’s like her soul leaves her body. “dude, what was that?” She leans closer to the mic, whispering like her neighbors can’t still hear her, “um… chat…?” Chat’s flooding with "NUH UHHH" and "AWWW SHITTT"and she’s just grinning, trying to stifle a laugh. “Alright, hold on, lemme go check”
✧⁺ — Streamer!Ellie where a moment later, she comes back into frame holding a piece of paper up to the webcam: an eviction notice. She stares at the camera, lips pressed into a thin line as chat explodes, crying.
"NO WAYYYYY!!!!?!??!?!"
"SENDING YOU JOB APPLICATIONS"
"IM FUCKING CRYINGFFFF!!"
"UR GONNA HAVE TO SELL THAT STRAP"
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