#i was gonna say the time i ran into a random dude who ended up being from the same iwi as me

[caitlinbueckers]

ok Ik you said Pazzi fic in studio but will never get the idea of Paige calling azzi mamas out of my head so just felt like I needed to share an idea for a blurb or to include in anything you write PAIGE CALLINF AZZI MAMAS

anon ur a genius but i am simply a fool who took this prompt and then ran with it and turned it into a random oneshot soooooo i apologize for the minimal use of ‘mamas’ but hope u like it anyway and will implement that in all my writing deadass

pet names.

paige bueckers/azzi fudd.

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kinda bullshit rambling but a lil more of a structure to follow???

minimal nsfw so 18+ as fuck

Wait guys let me know how u rly feel bcuz im not suuuper happy w this one

at first, it’s a subtle change.

it’s not like paige is ever actually serious enough for her words to be taken to heart or with any ounce of meaning behind it— she’s a fucking idiot, and azzi was more than well aware of her incessant antics, and the fact that she just played too much.

so, of course it surprises her, but she can’t say it really means anything, until it does.

it’s funny to azzi, really, when recently, all of a sudden, paige will get caught up in her usual tangents that she’s started letting these random, little pet names slip from her lips, mouth moving so fast, almost as if she barely meant it, could barely even call it out herself.

it happens usually when they’re tired— or, at least when azzi’s tired, and paige is excited. sweat clinging to the back of azzi’s neck, her curls drawing up and away from the edges of her hairline, skin flushed and hot to the touch when paige is suddenly breezing past her. she’s somehow still in a jog despite the rigorous drills they’d done, oblivious to the redness of her face or the plastered strands of blonde hair against her forehead. she’s at the tail end of a conversation with KK, still grinning like a fool about whatever they must’ve been chattering about, yelling out some type of phrase or joke that only those two could conjur up.

azzi’s right eyebrow is already lifted, somehow already suspicious and unimpressed of her intentions when paige is launching straight into a new conversation, cheeks still pink and teeth on display as she skips backwards to keep her eyes on azzi.

“i think me an’ KK are ‘finna go play 2K when we get back to the dorms— i told her ass she doesn’t stand like, a single chance when I’ve been on my grind, and she don’t believe me, like, baby, you know i’ve been on that shit,” she clicks her tongue, rolls her eyes before she’s smacking azzi’s arm, giving her a sneaky grin, one that signaled whatever she was offering was really gonna be a delight, (it never was), “you should come chill. you don’t gotta play if you don’t want, you can always be my lil’ cheerleader.”

it wasn’t like her high energy, rapid movement behavior was anything unusual, but that little, barely missable word was.

baby. it rolls off her tongue like it’s been waiting around the whole time, lingering beneath the surface, waiting for the moment to strike. she says it with an ease of comfort she can’t necessarily place, and azzi doesn’t necessarily hate it, but it’s there, nonetheless.

it momentarily stunts her, but azzi still finds herself smiling— not from any type of fluster or flush miraculously, but one that she usually gives paige when she’s amused by her, eyes wide and exaggerated as she huffs out a chuckle. “that sounds… boring, honestly.” but, she’s laughing at the gape on paige’s face anywa, “i need to shower, dude, i don’t wanna watch video games.” she scoffs, before she grins at her, only because she knows it’ll piss paige off.

and it does, so, of course the walk out to the parking lot is filled with a whole lot of, ‘oh my god, bro, you’re so lame.’ or, ‘like, azzi, you can have a turn ‘forreal, like just come over for like, deadass a second.’

ultimately, and unsurprisingly enough, paige ends up getting her way. though, she’ll swear it’s only because azzi takes her shower, does some homework and is in the middle of taking out her braids when the word hits her again, and again, and again.

babybabybaby.

she can’t really blame the way she rolls her eyes despite herself. her and paige had been close for fucking ever, so there wasn’t necessarily much between them that was off limits, but it still resonated within her as something azzi couldn’t just brush off. whether that was more damaging than pretending it never happened, she didn’t have a single clue.

all she did know, was that paige bueckers got her way entirely way too much. so much so, that azzi has to let out an audible groan reserved only for paige, before she texts that she’s on her way over.

and yeah, whatever, maybe it wouldn’t matter so much if it was just a one-off, or if maybe their friendship wasn’t so fucking complicated in the first place.

but then, it does matter, because it doesn’t stop happening.

when paige is frustrated at her homework, sitting plainly with her legs at full extension in the study room with aaliyah, ice, and azzi, it leaves her lips in a huff of exasperation, “azzi, babe, this shit really makes no sense, swear.” even if she’s saying it in the voice that clearly states she hasn’t attempted it for nearly long enough to proclaim she doesn’t get it, “az, can you please just come check it out.” azzi can’t tell what’s worse; the fact that paige had said it, or the fact that nobody had even looked surprised that she did.

or when they’d gotten dressed for media day, everyone milling about as they try not to wrinkle their uniforms or crease their concealer, it’s paige (and eventually nika and aaliyah) that whoops and hollers during azzi’s solo pictures, something like, “yeaaaah princess! nation’s best, babyyyyy! work that shit!” followed by a series of whistles that sounded so off pitch it makes azzi snort, rolling her eyes as she purposely avoids the gaze that paige so obviously wants to capture, teetering at the edges of azzi’s peripheral with a grin so wide it threatens to make her blush.

and, she swears she doesn’t, and instead turns back to the photographer with cheeks only a touch pinker than they were previously, “sorry— can we do that again?”

really, the only time she’d ever allowed herself to actually enjoy it, was on the last night at the hotel after a game. it couldn’t have been later than two or three in the morning, paige and azzi having spent the majority of it whispering beneath the covers, anything to not wake up the two other girls asleep in the other double bed.

it’s not too bad, having to share beds— except that, paige is a chronic cuddler and azzi would rather sleep on the shitty futon than be subjected to paige’s unrelenting weight against her back, or her arms slung lazily over her, but it was because of that precise position that azzi could even hear the words when she says it.

“mmmh-,“ she hums tiredly first, speaking mostly out of her ass, like paige always did when got too tired and let herself start rambling “night, pretty girl.”

it’s soft, and sort of raspy— the way paige gets when she’s been screaming all night on the court, and azzi can really only tell by the amount of ibuprofen that she’d downed before bed being somewhat more than her usual, that she’s probably got a headache. it’s a voice she uses when she’s being sincere.

the quiet sentiment, however insignificant to anyone else, replays in her mind. almost like a secret. almost like the closer she keeps it to her chest, the harder it’ll be to lose it.

it makes her whole body warm all over.

her response comes a few beats later, when she’s sure paige has drifted, and nothing but her measured breath is puffing against azzi’s neck, heard only between the two of them.

“night, p.”

but then, suddenly, everything sort of changes. azzi doesn’t know when this part happened— maybe it’s between the time she kisses her at that bar, tipsy and too close, unaware of the camera that set the internet aflame, and now, where it was customary that paige did homework with her, or ate dinner with her or slept over all the time. perhaps, it’s one selective moment in the chaos between that had suddenly transformed paige’s subtle casualty of the pet names, to something more intimate. more for them, rather for anyone else.

or, maybe it was exactly where they knew they’d end up all along.

it’s after a night out, after neither of them had ever really questioned how this had became their routine. that now, it had become something unspoken, an inherent rule that was followed without it needing to be stated. that, when they got too fucked up with the team, and the ubers were being ordered, azzi and paige always went together, that the address would always end up being paige’s dorm, and that azzi would always be curling into purple sheets by the time she sobers up enough to sleep.

but, she’s not sober. she’s drunk, and her face is flushed hot, sticky with the bar atmosphere. “paige, you’re making me too hot.” azzi complains with an impatient lilt to her voice, lifting her right shoulder up to her neck as if to shrug paige off, but the girl is relentless, humming her denial as she slid a hand across azzi’s thigh, grasping it hard enough that her nails dug into the skin there.

“psh, you’re already hot, shut up.” the words are spoken clumsily, lips brushing against the bare skin of azzi’s shoulder with each word, while a sudden surge of annoyance and somehow gratitude courses through azzi for having worn a sleeveless top, “c’mere, mamas, ‘lemme lay on you.”

she’s being whiny, and it only makes azzi roll her eyes before her gaze flickers to the screen of the car, giving her another light elbow prod, only this time, a short, sneaking smile is crossing her face. “paige, ‘forreal, we’re about to be back anyway.”

this, somehow, only fuels her. “i’m wounded,” she complains, before she’s pressing a little smack of a kiss to azzi’s neck, “my girl’s so mean to me, shit.”

my girl.

what the fuck ever.

azzi should’ve demanded an explanation then, but she doesn’t.

in fact, there’s not an explanation waiting for them when they stumble into paige’s room, their hands in a tight grasp, pulling each other in so that they can both fall against the bed, and azzi really shouldn’t have been expecting one. it’s definitely not explained when they’re somehow under the blankets, and paige has an arm, long and lean, wrapped around azzi’s waist to end somewhere between her legs, fingers finding a rhythm that seems to pull the very air from azzi’s lungs.

it’s not what azzi was expecting to happen, and yet somehow they’d fallen into place like it something they’d done a million times. paige had undressed her, after azzi’s complaint of still feeling too hot, and paige— not even a singular bit sober— finds her hands along the bottom of azzi’s top, tugging it over her head before she tosses her an old basketball camp shirt that had been slung across her dresser.

“you gonna sleep in jeans?” is really what had started it, paige’s pointed tone making azzi’s face burn hot, but the smirk on her face never faltered. “you’re so annoying.”

because then, paige has her fingers hooking into azzi’s waistband, eliciting a string of giggles that escape because fuck, she’s ticklish and paige knows. “what? what am i doing?” the blonde is grinning too, snickering under her breath as azzi’s pants are yanked down her hips, kicked from her feet with minimal effort until azzi feels it. a featherlight kiss was placed to each of her scarred knees, the inside of her thigh, eyes flickering up to azzi’s hazy but steady gaze, “this okay?”

god, azzi hadn’t realized until just then how fucking okay it was.

it’s quiet, sensual even, the way that paige talks her through it— heel of her hand dragging endlessly against her swollen clit, fingers thick as they arched into her, teeth grazing the back of azzi’s shoulder with each word of encouragement.

“c’mon, mamas, jus’ like that.” had anyone known better, they’d think paige must’ve been getting off just to this, by the way her own voice hitched and caught, her own hard swallows that reverberated in azzi’s ear, each laced with little gasps as she plunged into her wetness.

but, azzi did know better— paige was absolutely getting off to it. her voice is all breath, crackling and barely audible, murmuring incoherent mumbles that make it almost incomprehensible to decipher, yet, azzi swears she can understand.

it’s in her ear, over and over, that heat and pressure between her legs building as her hips twitched involuntarily against her knuckles, feels the way they slide deeper within her and azzi lets out a noise that even she’s too embarrassed to recount. “fuck, i wanna hear that shit, need to hear you baby, please.”

it coaxes the orgasm straight from azzi’s core, thighs involuntarily squeezing around paige’s hands, to which the blonde is silent in muted awe. she watches with bleary eyes but bated breath, sitting up only a bit to really witness it. the way azzi’s face drew up, eyebrows furrowed and lips parting, the whimper edged breaths that huffed out of her, the tight clamping of her eyes shut.

“so fucking pretty,” each word is punctuated in a kiss, “so good.”

really, it should’ve been a lot worse for them the next morning. azzi can’t help the wave of a ground shaking realization she gets when she rolls over to inspect paige’s sleeping expression, lips slightly parted, her blonde hair mussed on the pillow behind her. there should’ve been some type of lingering awkwardness that hung above them, some type of trepidation or fear, maybe even regret.

it definitely wasn’t like they talked about it, but they’d also never quite gone this far. did they need to? probably, because azzi knew that the guilt would probably hit sooner or later.

in fact, azzi waits for it to hit, all the way until paige wakes up, and her eyes are a little puffy, watery blue and clear as she blinks up blearily at azzi like she’s the finest thing she’s ever laid eyes on (because she is), and whispers with a grin, “distracted by my beauty?”

she waits even until the next away game, when her legs are propped up over paige’s lap and her fingers are drumming absently against azzi’s thigh, humming something in her headphones with her eyes shut, looking like a complete idiot, before their eyes meet by chance when paige opens them, and suddenly, they’re both grinning.

she even waits for it to hit when the buzzer goes off after the fourth quarter of that game, an easy win, and confetti is thrown. it’s chaos really, with all the girls rushing through the tunnel to get back to the lockers. that is, until, paige pulls her aside for half a second, hidden away from the hungry eyes to press a solid, sweet kiss to her lips.

but it doesn’t end there. azzi waits for it during her injury, when enough nights in linoleum covered white floors with the constant smell of antiseptic start to pierce the inside of azzi’s brain, ruins her attitude enough that paige’s texts go unanswered. and yet, everytime azzi wakes up, the pain in her leg flared and angry, it’s paige that’s sat in the corner of the room, huddled under a shitty hospital blanket, waiting for her to wake up.

it went even as far as the loss against IOWA when the roles are reversed— after the excitement of final four had became real, after the grueling, rampant preparation, and then ultimately, a loss. it’s when azzi gets permission to stick around in paige’s hotel room until she gets back from the game, and the way that the blonde, finally in the safety of the four walls, found herself crumbling to azzi, becoming nothing but a shell of what everyone perceives her to be, everything paige wishes she fucking wasn’t.

it’s only then, that azzi finds herself returning the favor— arms wrapped tight around paige’s waist with a burning, sting in her own eyes that she can feel the moment she sighs against the crown of paige’s head. she can smell the sweat, the smell of a basketball court that had just gotten waxed, but really, azzi just smells paige, and that’s enough to give her the composure she needs to whisper against her head, “don’t be so hard on yourself, baby… you guys did so good.”

and they don’t talk about it, because they don’t need to. the same way they never had to ask the other when it came to the hospital or bus rides or homework dates or hotel rooms— it was unspoken, implied but never mentioned. the same way back when they’d met at USA camp, it was never a matter of conversation for their plays to work, it was all in the matter of a look, or a slight of hand.

and when the team starts asking, giving paige shit about how she’s missing video game nights with KK or azzi’s getting shit about caroline missing her study partner, everybody already knows. when paige tells nika, voice only a little timid as she gives her a condensed version of the last few months like it was a ground shaking news, head tilted to lean on the older girls shoulder, the brunette bursts into laughter. ‘finally, took you guys long enough.’

and really, it was a wonder they hadn’t been like this the whole time.

a wonder that it had taken this long in the first place.

[taurussbabe]

Heyyy i saw ur taking request for the song related fics and i have to say the 2 fics u wrote were absolutely amazing!!!

Can u write smth related to the song 'all of the girls you loved before' by taylor swift

Or

'Pretty please' by dua lipa

All of the girls you loved before

a/n: Thank you so much for this request, absolutely loved it. Hope you like it anon!! word count: 1.1k

Cryin' in the bathroom for some dude Whose name I cannot remember now (ooh) Secret jokes all alone No one's home, sixteen and wild (ooh)

            You and charles have been friends ever since you were kids, your parents were friends with his parents since they were in school, and eventually, that lead to you always being raised close with each other. You were together through everything, when his dad passed and when Jules and Anthoine died. He was always there for you too, no matter how busy his schedule was, so much, your parents started to wonder if there was something else going on between the two of you. You were fifteen and had a crush on a boy in your school, you thought he liked you too, that was until you saw him kiss another girl at some random party, of course, your fifteen-year-old self took it pretty hard, immediately leaving the scene and running towards the closest bathroom and letting the tears fall. What you didn’t know at the time was that charles had witnessed the whole scene and also ran towards the bathroom, storming in, not caring if it was the ladies room, immediately embracing you, holding you tight, brushing your hair out of your face, kissing your head and whispering into your ear, reminding you how everything was gonna be ok, and how he would always be there for you.

A few months later, you found yourself turning sixteen, charles right there by your side as you blown the candles, making secret jokes the whole time. The name of the boy who made you cry in that bathroom, long forgotten by now, the only person in your mind being the Monegasque by your side.

Your past and mine are parallel lines

Stars all aligned and they intertwined

And taught you

The way you call me, "Baby"

Treat me like a lady

            “Y/n, can you come here?” you heard him calling you from the living room, making you leave the room who were in to go to him.

“Yes, baby” you made your way to the couch, straddling charles as his hands found his way to your waist.

“God, I love when you call me baby.”

“Yeah?” you ask kissing his cheek and neck, him only humming as a response. “Why did you call me?”

“I wanted to make you a snack, what do you want to eat?”

“Really? You called me here just to see what I wanted to eat?”

“Yeah, why? Did I do something wrong?” his face expressions changing, but you quickly put your hands on both sides of his face.

“No, no, you didn’t. You just caught me by surprise, that’s all, you don’t need to make me anything.”

“No, but I want to, you deserve it.”

“Thank you, mon ange” you hug him tight, kissing his chest, his arm wrapping around your waist, keeping you close to him.

Every dead-end street

Led you straight to me

Now you're all I need

I'm so thankful for

All of the girls you loved before

But I love you more

            “I miss you” you heard on the other side of the line, making a soft smile creep its way onto your face.

“I miss you too, you know that, but you win this race, and you might get a reward when you get home.” You heard his chuckle through the phone and hear a mechanic calling him, letting you know your time with him was over. “Good luck, champ, I love you.”

“I love you too, mon ange.” Was the last thing that you heard and then he hung up.

“Y/n?” you heard from behind you, making you turn around “Y/n Y/l/n?”

“Charlotte? Hi, how are you?” you greeted the girl in front of you, silently hoping charles’ name wouldn’t come up, considering she was his ex-girlfriend.

“I’m good. How are you? I heard you and charles are dating now” ‘and she went there’ you thought.

“Hm, yeah, I’m good” you said, not knowing what else to say.

“It’s fine Y/n, really, I kind of always knew he had a thing for you, besides we just weren’t good for each other, I’m glad you’re both happy”

“Thanks, really, it was good to see you.” You said your goodbyes and headed home so you could watch charles’ race.

.

“Mon amour, I’m home” You were in the bedroom, and as soon as you heard him you sprinted down the hallway, launching yourself into his arms, making both of you loose balance, causing you to fall on the couch, charles on top of you. “Woah, are you okay?” he asked as he carefully placed a kiss on your lips.

“I’m so freaking proud of you, you did it, charles, what a fucking brilliant race” you kissed him passionately, making him moan into the kiss.

“Thank you, I think I did good.”

“You thought you did good? You did amazingly, you did perfect, I’m so proud of you I can’t put it into words. Hard work always pays off, and you’re living proof of it. I love you so so much, my love.” You said looking into his eyes.

You stayed like that for a while, looking so deep into each other’s eyes you could almost look into each other’s soul, until charles lifted you up and carried you to the bedroom, kissing you during the entire time of the walk. He dropped you on the bed and kissed you one last time before going to take a shower and put on some more comfortable clothes.

“You know who I saw today?” you asked charles, who was still getting ready in the bathroom. “Charlotte.”

“Oh yeah? Did you talk?”

“Yeah, she said she knew that we were together, and she was happy for us, because she always thought you had a thing for me.”

“Oh well, she’s right, I did always have a thing for you, ever since we were like twelve” he said in the simplest way, as if he hadn’t just admitted he liked you since you were little.

“Wait, what? You dated her when you were seventeen.”

“Yeah, but just because you were dating that douchebag.” He walked out of the bathroom, coming to sit next to you, holding onto you has you brushed his still wet curls.

“Well, I’m thankful for everyone we dated before, it lead us to here, and I couldn’t be happier to be here” you stated while his finger drew soft patterns on your skin.

“Me too, mon ange, I’m really happy that we’re here”

[adachimoe]

How the bad endings teach us something about Adachi

I'm gonna preface this by saying that there is a "no-fun allowed" answer from Atlus. But I think you can come to this conclusion even without their no-fun allowed, developer corner, Word of God statement from the Premium Fan Book. I will do my best to hopefully express this before just posting the no-fun allowed comment at the end.

In my opinion, this is the absolute character defining line for Adachi:

At this point in time, you've identified Adachi as the culprit, chased him into the TV, heard his insane rant on December 7th, then went back to kick his ass, and beat him in his boss fight.

Before Amenosagiri hijacks him, he has some words about his situation. Despite his ramblings about haves vs have nots and about the whole "ooh look at you you have FRIENDS and PEOPLE and BONDS", he doesn't express any of that after his boss battle. There's no, "See, the world is unfair, you guys ganged up on me 7 vs 1!!" or any kind of delulu bullshit. He just says that the world is fucked and he didn't have anywhere to go back to.

When you think about the game until now, Adachi was trying to fit in to society as a normal person. Despite what he felt about women, it's not as though he walked around town in broad daylight using Tiger Drop on random schoolgirls. He didn't murder 2 ppl then also become a cop who was like, trying to use his powers to moonlight as a Magical Assassin or something. He didn't even, gasp, suggest that you teenagers try a little underage drinking.

When Adachi says, "I didn't have anywhere to go back to", it's because by exposing him as the murderer, he thinks you've taken away his ability to fit into society. Despite his ranting, for him to admit that he has nowhere left to back to, means that he knows that he's what's "wrong" and he's what doesn't "fit"; "rapey murderer" is not acceptable in reality.

What's more is that, after Amenosagiri's boss battle, when Adachi realizes that is super duper extremely over, he says he thinks you came to kill him. And -- despite being a murderer himself -- he indirectly advises you not to take the same path as him by telling you to just leave him there.

Because, again, he knows he's the part that's wrong. He doesn't belong in society anymore, but that doesn't mean all 8 of you (ain't counting Teddie, he doesn't have human rights) have to be on the outside of society and have murder in common.

At which point, Yosuke (and Kanji) point out that he *does* still belong to society, just in a jail cell:

That is how it works in the "real world", the world Adachi ran away from. Can't even call it a metaphor or subtle or something; the dude physically ran away from your party and jumped into a TV to retreat into the magic TV world.

Finally, after actually coming out of the TV, he learns that not even Dojima had discarded him:

Despite Adachi's perception that he doesn't belong anywhere, he learns that he does still belong. Not in the way he would like to belong, of course, but if he is a law abiding citizen, then there is a place for him.

Then December 23rd and New Years rolls around, and the world is fine.

And now, the bad endings

There are multiple bad endings in the game. First off, if you kill Namatame or can't convince the team to keep reaching out to the truth, then time fastforwards to March 20th and the protagonist leaves Inaba without solving the case. The city is fine, Shadows aren't running around, but the fog is still around. While the fog seems bad, it also doesn't seem *as* bad as it is in the dungeon failure ending.

If you refuse to handover Adachi's name and instead protect him, then time fastforwards to March 20th, Adachi gives you his phone number, tells you he'll keep in touch. Again: The city is fine, but the fog is still around.

On the other hand, when you do corner Adachi and are on the path for the good ending, then on December 7th, he tells you that the world will end by the end of the year, and this is why you must clear his dungeon.

But if you fail to clear Magatsu Inaba by the deadline of December 23rd, then the fog will be quite thick, even in your bedroom. Naoto will call you as she's attacked by what I am assuming is townspeople who have turned into Shadows.

Basically, it seems that one thing Adachi was not lying about on December 7th was what's going to happen by the end of the year.

The difference

So we have the usual bad ending and the Adachi ending where it's March 20th and even though there's fog, the world didn't end and people aren't running around as Shadows.

And then we have the dungeon failure game over where Adachi's threat about the world ending by the end of the year has come true and Naoto gets attacked.

From talking about this game with people on the internet for the past 1.5 years, I have learned that people consider this to be a plot hole or inconsistency, and is part of why "Persona 4's plot is bad and doesn't make sense".

The attempts I have seen to explain it are people who parrot Hiding in Private's video where he suggests that in the Adachi Ending, since you willingly helped cover for the murders, Izanami allows you to spend your remaining time in Inaba in peace. But this explanation makes no sense for the killed Namatame or didn't pursue the truth endings, where you fastforward to March 20th and everything is fine it's just foggy. You didn't willingly help cover for the murders there, you just gave up.

But both of these - Hiding's explanation and calling it a "plot hole because Persona 4 Plot Bad" - are both glossing over what I think is a pretty huge, key detail: In the endings where time skips to March and Inaba is fine, Adachi did not go into the TV, whereas in the ending where the world actually gets screwed, you cornered Adachi and he went inside the TV.

Which in turn reveals what is going on and why Adachi's line after his boss battle is so important: Even though Amenosagiri is the source of the power to screw over the world through the fog, the world is ending because Adachi wants it to. You revealed that he's a murderer and he doesn't belong anywhere anymore, so screw the world! It sucks now! Get rid of it!

It's selfish and it's childish, but we are talking about Adachi.

And now, a detour about Amenosagiri

I think it is a reoccurring thing in media that, even though there is some "interference" from these beings of higher power (e.g. Izanami giving people powers, and her picking a guy who represented "emptiness" and a guy who represented "despair" lol), it is ultimately humans that cause everything to go to shit, and the heroes -- who believe life is worth living even tho some humans do suck -- must fix it.

Adachi's desire to just end it all after the truth comes to light that he's the murderer fits in with this trope. Yes, he had a magic power that he normally wouldn't have and he got a bit silly, but it was ultimately him being weird about a woman who didn't know he even existed that spiraled into this chain of events that ended up with him being exposed and the world almost ending.

I have read interpretations that, since Golden also included the line about Izanami putting Amenosagiri in Adachi (it didn't exist in the PS2 version), that means that Adachi was just following a script and Amenosagiri made him kill people and end the world and all that. I'm not really a fan of this. "Adachi did it because demonic eyeball possession" feels like a huge cop out, as it would also shift blame away from him for murdering people and just generally being a shitty human being. It also raises questions like, "If Amenosagiri made Adachi evil, why did he throw up when he saw Mayumi's corpse / why did he only kill 2 people / why did he even say the line about not belonging in the world", amongst many other questions.

If Amenosagiri is so linked to Adachi as this suggests, why does Adachi even appear in foggy shopping district on dungeon deadlines to check for dead bodies??? Like, if he's linked to the observer from the TV world who has been watching the Investigation Team, and this observer has been controlling him, then why does he not already know the victim was rescued? I think the point of the line added into Golden (I don't think you even see it unless you do Marie's SLink?) seems to be "trying to explain for the player why Namatame and Adachi turn into the Sagiri dudes", cause that shit just kinda came out of nowhere in the PS2 game.

Notably, the game tries to address the "Ame controlling Adachi" thing right after Ame's boss fight, as if the writer read the player's mind, and thought you might be wondering about the same thing:

Chie, I believe she asks this because she is trying to understand what is going on with Adachi. If you can blame it on, "He did it because he had a demon eyeball photo lens inside of him telling him what to do", then you don't have to think about this any further, do you? Case closed. Naoto does not fully dismiss this idea, but voices her opinion that Adachi must have been down to end the world too. Which then goes back to Adachi saying he has nowhere left to go; I think Naoto is on the right track here.

But why is there fog

I think what trips people up during the "skip to March 20th" bad endings is the presence of the fog - does that not mean the world is still fucked, even tho Adachi didn't enter the TV?

The game itself uses the fog as a metaphor for lies and misconceptions and assuming that humans don't really want the truth. Like, after you solve the murder case, Amenosagiri does you a solid and instantly clears the fog from the real world. In the ending where you kill Namatame, the truth of the murder did not come to light. In the ending where you didn't kill Namatame but gave up on the truth, the truth again did not come to light. In the Adachi ending, you willingly buried the truth of the murders, and the truth stayed buried there as well.

I don't think the fog is present to communicate "The world is fucked", I think it's just saying that the case is unsolved. After all, the people still believe Namatame did it and in 2 of those endings he is going on trial as the protagonist leaves town, meaning people are still under the impression he's the murderer.

Curiously, on December 16th, Kondo brings up how Inaba gets covered in fog every 50 years. The validity of this, though, is left a mystery because he then says he heard it about on TV, which we know from the game isn't exactly the most reliable source of info lol. (I vaguely recall a different NPC, an older guy, talking about this too, but I can't quite remember which one it is. Maybe it was Daidara?)

On the other hand, despite "people being tricked by the media" being like a theme in the game, none of the other NPCs seem to have heard this TV special or news or whatever that Kondo heard because the majority of the other NPCs are freaking out and buying gas masks, assuming the fog is actually poison. One of them even believes that it's some conspiracy theory caused by Junes. Kondo suggesting that whatever he heard on TV is correct seems level headed compared to the poison gas conspiracy theories that the rest of the town is buying into.

But when you learn that Izanami is behind everything, I feel like that sequence of events gives some validity to what Kondo heard.

It makes it seem more like, every 50 years, Izanami gets a little silly, gives people powers, and then watches what unfolds. Thus, when you stop Izanami in the true ending, you are also stopping the cycle, which the protagonist recognizes.

Lastly, the no-fun allowed answer

From the Premium lore/setting book:

Discovering the truth, the self-proclaimed special investigation team have cornered Adachi, who enters the TV and wants the world to end with reality being swallowed by the Midnight Channel. If Marie is the one who listens to human wishes, then Adachi is the one who wished for his own very self-centered wish to become reality.

I believe the purpose of Naoto and Chie's dialogue was to suggest what the meta explanation was ("I think he wanted to end the world too") while still keeping it in-universe and in-character.

[pricegouge]

loved the last chapter of fatted rabbit and the alt meeting 🥹 both had me thinking about what if a pair of random hikers accidentally ran into bunny and bear form!john hanging out one time on the trails (post bunny finding out & probably non canon)?

Hi Stelle! Tysm for both the ask and the nice words abut Fatted Rabbit :) hope you like!

I'm gonna say this one takes place almost directly after the last ask just because I'm having fun picking on these granola guys.

SFW, but please MDNI

The afternoon finds you both snuggled up well off the beaten path. Once it had been clear John wasn't going to leave you alone today, you'd let him lead you to a small hideaway clearing where he'd seemed confident enough in your privacy to flop onto his back and demand belly rubs. You've learned he's shameless in this form, happy to debase himself to dog-like behavior provided it earns him scritches. You never mind, but he always ends up falling asleep, which inevitably leads to him snoring loud enough to shake the trees. 

"I'd been planning on getting some reading done today," you gripe, but it's hard to stay mad at him when he rolls onto his tummy and sploots. "Froglegs," you tease, poking at the pads of his closest foot. He grumbles and kicks halfheartedly, but doesn't wake up. 

The clearing is just large enough to accommodate full sun plants like daisies and wheat grasses. Deciding on a new way to spend your day, you pick yourself a mess of them and get to work braiding the stalks into a big, thick chain. It's hard to gauge how long you'll need to make it, but John doesn't seem to mind you tugging at his neck fat so long as you scratch his chin when he starts to wake up. You've got the collar tied off and are just started to thread mane-like fern decorations into it when a gasp at the edge of the clearing has both you and John whipping your heads around in caught-out shock.

"What the fuck?" The short hiker from earlier whispers and you scramble away from John as he lumbers to his feet, shaking stray brush and dust from his coat. The collar hangs limply from his neck, a pathetic little testament to just how long you've been messing with this bear.

"Get away from that thing!" The tall one this time, stutter stepping his way to you while keeping a wary eye on the bear. His companion fumbles with a strap on the side of his pack and you panic.

"It's fine! Uh… It's um. He's rehabilitated." Three pairs of eyes turn to you and steadfastly refuse to shrink under the study.

"Huh?" Mr. Bearspray finally prompts and the moment shatters with it. The tension eases from you quickly, well-adept at lying your way out of consequences after years with Phil.

"Yeah! It's uh… This is Bobo -." John huffs indignantly but you carry on over him, "- he's a rehab from a local wildlife shelter. He grew up in captivity. I mean, clearly. Look at the size of him. Definitely had consistent feedings growing up, am I right? Anyway, he's very friendly!"

The men exchange frowns. One of them reaches for his breast pocket.

"I'd really appreciate some discretion here!" At John's chirp, you realize your voice has ratcheted too high to be believable so you clear your throat, try again. "I mean… he's supposed to be rehabbed, right? I'm not supposed to be visiting him. But, like… cuddly bear, you know? Who could blame me?"

The tall one looks absolutely mortified by this prospect, but the other tilts his head as if in consideration.

"You wanna come pet him? I assure you he's safe." The look John gives you makes it clear exactly what he thinks of that, but you refuse to even acknowledge the possibility that an animal is sending you communicative expressions by maintaining direct, borderline unhinged, levels of eye contact with the man you're currently trying to persuade into petting a wild bear.

"We're good," the stick in the mud asserts, but the shorter one has already shrugged, stepping cautiously closer. "What're you doing?"

"Dude, it's got a fuckin' flower crown on, how dangerous can it be?"

His companion sighs, snatches the bear spray from the other's pack nimbly. Shakes it at you. "If I find out that bear has no teeth or something equally heinous, I'm reporting you to every governing body in the state."

John returns the favor by baring his - very intact - teeth.

"He's just playing," you assure the approaching man. To prove your point, you attempt a growl right back and are delighted when John plays along by - gently - gnashing his teeth at you. "See? Like a dog." You stick your hand in John's mouth to prove a point and both men visibly relax when the bear simply tries excising the intrusion with a firm push of its tongue.

You both hold your breath as the man steps close enough to scratch at John's ears, sighing deeply when the big bastard accepts the touch with little more than a huff. "Soft," the hiker comments and you hum in agreement. "Dude, come feel."

"I'm good."

John chuffs as if pleased with that response and you bite back a giggle.

He continues to be a good sport for as long as it takes the visitors to be satisfied. You pet him soothingly and field questions far outside of your depth of knowledge re: bear rehabilitation (seriously, if these guys ever do even an ounce of research, you're fucked), but eventually the guys do clear out when you make a big show out of needing to head out. 

"Want company back to base?" one offers and John growls ominously.

"No, thank you," you assure, shooing them along. "I'm sure I'll just slow you down." You pat your belly self-deprecatingly, but the laugh it earns is a smidge too cruel for your taste.

"Alright, see you around," the tall one says before they trek off and you frown after them while John huffs irritably, scratching his considerable claws into the soil beneath him.

"You're right, that was rude," you drawl, fingers contradictory as you smooth the remnants of your stupid flower crown off his pelt. "You should eat him for me."

A/N Hey, it feels weird to draw the line here - in a series full of doing stupid shit with bears - but for real, don't pick wild plants! Especially if you're in a park/at a high altitude. Even if it's "just grass/weeds", the alpine-arctic ranges recede every year and we're losing key species like sedges, flaxes, and reed grasses! The vegetation you see at 10k feet is not the same as what's at base. I'd make a joke about ruining some yuppie's garden instead if you really must pick plants, but I'm not joking. Leave no trace, but also leave it like you found it. On a different note, I used to have a great dane which was a rescue situation and he had some behavioral issues but his absolute kill switch was if I put my hand in his mouth. He'd immediately sit right on his ass and just try to softly push my hand out with his big stupid tongue, it was so weird. The speed at which he went from kill mode to "Oh my god, I almost hurt mom" was truly admirable, though.

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Anyway, feel free to send in requests for these two! I'll probably never get tired of writing for them :)

[growling]

oh wait i forgor. tribe nine beta lol

Zero my angel I'd recognize that voice maybe not anywhere but like in some places

"kuronaka got 10 gold" *EAR BLASTING 9 HOUR LONG FANFARE*

hmmmmmmmmmm.. not saying anything but narrowing my eyes thoughtfully

they're trying to fnaf pizzeria simulator my ass, unfortunately for them I am an incredibly clever smart intelligent wise boy (looked at the art on tweeter)

they put kuronaka in the generic rpg torture dungeons💔💔💔 get well soon

shut the fuck up boyyyy look at the claypot. loook at my claypot boy

jesus stop jumpscaring me if i die my grandma will sue

im calling it now. lady goddess is just zero (and if so: gender win)

$laymate

if it does end up being zero it will be so fucking funny. please. let this manifest. me when i put some random dude in the generic rpg torture dungeons and make him look at claypots forever as form of foreplay also i pretend to be a statue

its that blue hair motherfucker from the promos or whatever

this is so fucking funny im tearing up. im tearing up. also they just implied that i was right. this is so fucking funny. vidio game brainwash yaoi. zero you silly man i desire you carnally

"well its not unusual for this man to do this kind of thing" please tell me more about zero's crimes against humanity .

forgot to mention this earlier but of course the protag has amnesia. not a proper kodaka game without an amnesiac protagonist. this is not a complaint

this is so funny. this is so funny.

redguy yellowguy leave that poor fucker alone. blueguy grayguy why are you just staring tell them to leave that poor fucker alone this is probably not how you approach a dude with amnesia who has been stuck in the generic rpg brainwash torture dungeon for an unspecified period of time

3d time. fuck that boy up guards induce a panic attack in this man

and the torture dungeons were just some random medium sized platform..... help me thats so embarrassing for kuronaka!!

"the village you were saying [sic] were all just drawings on the floor and on the walls!" THAT'S SO EMBARRASSING.... KURONAKA THAT'S SO EMBARASSING......

HE WAS 2 FUCKING YEARS STUCK IN THE GAME LMAOOOOOOOOOO THAT'S SO EMBARASSING FOR HIM

ok. ill stop being mean to him. i promise i will be nice and understanding of his situation from now on. it must be very hard and traumatizing for him.

LMAOOOOOOO HE LOOKS SO FUCKING STUPID THIS IS SO FUNNY. FUCKING IDIOT XDDDDDDDDD

also buy him brown contacts pls

ZEROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Fucking look at him this shit looks biblical. look at him descending onto the mortals. this is fucking jesus imagery

nice robot hands. they're not attached yet but i will force him to become a cyborg no matter how many limbs i must detach from his body

i am not ready to hit unpause. but also im yearning.

wait look at his hand pose.... awww look at him i want him carnally

alright alright whatever im unpausing.......

so 24 city is just named like that because it's the 24th city and they ran out of ideas

24 city must be a shit place to live in, a strong breeze knocks you over and you fall one kilometer onto the pavement

"... but who would have thought that there is such a surreal area here, designed just like a video game?" zero. zero would have. that man is all about vidio game addiction i called it once and ill call it again

and he called him "the masked man" i fucking cant i need t. i need to take a breather okay i cant take this anymore

zero lore listen closely now this will be on the test (instead of listening starts imagining zero touching me in a bus and gets so hrard ii passkdf uout )

Kuronaka likes tea. +1 for Kuronaka I love tea

Zero the robot enjoyer

alright, Iroha is gonna return Kuronaka's smartphone next time and I'll end it here :] twas a pleasure. transcending experience

[mayajadewrites]

Never Say Never: Suguru Geto x Reader

Chapter Two: Pancakes

Chapter Summary: Gojo's birthday comes to a close, and the roommates head home for the night, along with a guest who makes a swift exit.

ao3

Geto has never been subtle with his eyes. They express every feeling that goes through his body. I've always adored and hated that part of him at the same time. Suguru would rather suffer in silence than say anything, in fear of causing a rift.

I turn my body towards Toji, looking up into his eyes that could compete with the depths of the ocean. "You came here alone?" I said into his ear as his muscular arm wrapped around my waist.

"I'm here with a few buddies of mine." He started moving our bodies to the beat of the music, smirking against my ear. "But I'd rather spend my night with you."

I giggle as I turn my back to Toji, pressing my ass against him. The alcohol was starting to invade my bloodstream and my worries turned into clouds. I opened my eyes and saw Suguru sipping his drink, his eyes locked on mine, while Nanami looks at his watch, more than likely planning when to call his Uber.

I turn my attention back to Toji, who's hands are gliding up and down my sides, taking in my curves. I reach my hand to the side of his face, leaning my back to his chest. From this angle, Toji looks so... innocent. He has a scar on his mouth that I make a mental note to ask about later.

"My people!!" Gojo ran up to the group smiling. "Thank you for being here, but I found a beautiful woman that's gonna give me a really, really great gift."

"You're leaving your own party?" I raise my eyebrow.

"It's my birthday." Gojo shrugged, flashing a piece sign at us before walking away.

I mean, he's not wrong.

Toji stood by me all night, asking me random questions to get to know me. He seems cool surface level, so what's the hurt?

I don't plan on sleeping with Toji tonight. However, I'm feeling needy.

"Do you want to come back to my place?" I ask Toji, setting my drink on the table. "I'm not fucking you, though."

Suguru's head popped up, his eyes following Toji's movements.

"Brave of you to think I only want to fuck you." Toji held out his hand for me to grab, pressing his mouth to my ear. "Though I definitely do."

"You didn't answer my question." I shoot him a look, taking his hand as we walk down the stairs.

"Yes. Before that, can I have your number?"

"Oh so this is more than just a one time cuddle?"

"I plan on cuddling you a few more times, at least." Toji handed me his phone to a blank contact screen.

I type in my name and number, handing the phone back to him. "Nanami, did you order the Uber?"

"It's already outside." Nanami led the group of us, helping Shoko down the stairs since she had a couple too many drinks. Suguru was trailing behind us with his hands in his pockets.

I don't have time to be a therapist right now. Geto has brought home plenty of women before and I never say anything. Plus, I have to hear their moans and pleasures for at least an hour.

I led Toji to my room, saying goodnight to my roommates as they had to their respected rooms.

"Goodnight!" I wave, grabbing Toji's bicep. His face was curious as we walked through the house, eventually getting to my room.

"I'll be right back." I assure him before starting my skincare routine and putting on a tank top and shorts.

When I return, Toji is shirtless with just his underwear on.

"Sorry, I didn't bring pajamas since I didn't know I would end up at a beautiful woman's house."

I'm mesmerized by his body. This dude has to work out at least twice a day. "That's okay." I turn off the lights, climbing into my bed with him. He opened his arms for me to make myself comfortable, resting his cheek on the top of my head.

His fingers traced my skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps. I turn to look at him, only to find myself fixated on his mouth.

I haven't kissed him yet.

Toji must be able to read my mind, because he eliminates the space betweens us and kisses me gently. I hold his face in my hand, moving my lips with his. His lips are soft, while his arms pull me against his rugged body.

"Goodnight Toji." I whisper, burying myself in his chest.

"Goodnight." He left a kiss on top of my head, his breaths turning into faint snoring.

In the morning, I feel an empty space next to me. Typical.

I grab my phone and see a text from an unknown number that was sent an hour ago.

UNKNOWN NUMBER: I'm sorry I had to leave before you woke up, but I didn't want to wake you either. Duty calls.

Obviously this was Toji.

Me: It's ok, I just woke up. Have a good day.

Toji: You too, I'll talk to you soon.

I put my phone on my nightstand and stand up to stretch my limbs, the smell of pancakes lingering.

I brush my teeth and head to the kitchen where I see Suguru flipping a pancake.

"Good morning, Sugu." I yawn, sitting at the island.

"Morning." Suguru didn't bother to look up. "Had a fun night?"

"Wouldn't you like to know." I got up and grabbed a mug, getting ready to make a pot of coffee. "It was nice."

"What a vague answer." Suguru shook his head, adding to the pile of pancakes.

"I didn't know I had to describe every detail to you." I rolled my eyes. "For your information, we only kissed."

You would think I stabbed him in the heart when I said that.

"Nice."

Suguru's demeanor changed. He didn't seem confident like he usually did after a night out. He looks... sad, empty, and alone.

I sip my coffee and head to my room, closing my door gently behind me.

Suguru Geto is a man of few words, but he is saying nothing.

Bzzzzzzz.

Sugu: Pancakes are done. I made blueberry, your favorite.

When I leave my room. Suguru is nowhere to be found. Shoko and Nanami come down the stairs, along with Gojo slowly after.

"Good morning birthday boy!" I giggled, grabbing a fork. "How was your night?"

"Delicious." Gojo smirked. "Great way to start my year. Where's Geto?"

"He's in his room I think. He made this pancakes and retreated there."

"Hm. Weird." Gojo grabbed a plate and brought it to Suguru's room, where he stayed for awhile.

"Soooooo... tell me about that guy!" Shoko sat next to me, shoving a pancake in her mouth.

"His name is Toji, we only kissed. And cuddled."

"Cute." She nodded in approval.

"Just be careful. That guy is bad news, I heard." Nanami chimed in. "I'm surprised he didn't try to take advantage of you last night."

"He left before I got up this morning." I admitted, taking a bite of my pancake.

"Sounds about right."

Am I worried about what Nanami is saying? Absolutely.

Am I going to do anything about it?

No.

I deserve to have some fun.

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[ihni]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💖

Ooooh, how fun! <3 Thank you! I've gone through my fics and I'm gonna do 5+1, because why not, right? Seems fic approporiate, in a way. So, here goes:

Over the edge, 16K. (Because it's a scenario I've wanted to write for YEARS and I finally did, and I had a blast writing it! Muahaha!) “You’re still on probation. But if you behave this weekend, we might –“ “‘Behave’?” Billy snorted. “I’m not a dog, Henderson. What do you want me to do? Sit? Roll around? Be a good boy?” His voice was dripping with sarcasm, making Steve snort beside him. Dustin drew himself up to his very unimpressive height in the back seat, puffing out his chest. “Well you can start by not killing anyone!” “Ki– Jesus Christ, kid, I’m not gonna kill anyone!” “Well you almost killed Steve before –“ Here, Billy glanced over guiltily at Steve, who shook his head slightly as if to say it wasn’t a big deal, “– and you have a history of violence. You can’t fault us for making sure!” “Whatever.” “You promise?” “I can’t believe I’m doing this. Yes, kid, I promise I won’t kill anyone.”

Birthday boy, 8K. (Because I've never had so many people telling me a fic made them cry ... don't worry though, there are happier follow-ups!) Neil gives Max a benevolent nod. “You can go.” Max shoots up from her chair, a big smile on her face. “Really? Thank you, I –“ “You can go to the party, but not the sleepover. I want you home at eleven, at the latest.” Trying not to grimace, Max nods. It’s better than nothing. “And of course, Billy will go with you.” “What?”

At least an assist, 8K. (Because it's an alternate first meeting between our boys, and it was fun to imagine an opposite to a meet-cute - also Billy's tied up for most of it, which is always a plus!) “Dude,” he said, more baffled than angry. “Did you just try to bite me?” “I’ll do worse than that if you untie me,” Hargrove growled, as if making threats from the position he was in was somehow normal. “Yeah, because that makes me want to untie you,” Steve snarked back without thinking. Then he sighed and dragged a hand through his hair. He didn’t sign up for this shit. “Listen, yes this sucks, but it’s only for a couple of hours. Why don’t you just chill?” “I’ve been fucking kidnapped, you fuck! I’m supposed to play the finals right now, not kick back and relax while being fucking tied to a chair!” or Steve's teammates kidnap the opposing team's star player to secure a win in the finals. The star player in question is not impressed.

Fast and Frightening, 20K. (This whole fic was born from a chat about possessed cars, and because both me and DearDMVZ quite agreed that Billy would look very fetching tied to the hood of his Camaro while it's racing through the roads outside of Hawkins at night.) There's some seriously fucked-up shit going on. Billy crashed his car, was attacked by some kind of monster, escaped, ran into someone who looked just like him, punched that guy in the face, escaped again, and ended up on a random road somewhere outside of town. And now his own car has turned against him. In short, Billy's not having a good time.

Sleeping Beauty Retold, 8K. (Because I went to town on a fairytale AU and I really fucking like it, still.) Once upon a time, there was an evil king. The king married a woman who had magic, and used her to stay young and strong. To attain true immortality, though, he would have to sacrifice their child on the child's eighteenth birthday. Only, the queen thwarted the king's plans - she stoles the child away in the middle of the night and sent him away, to be raised far from the castle, so that he would be safe. The king never stopped looking. And one day, the child - who had grown up into a young man - was found.

Again and again and again and again, 4K. (Bonus fic, because if I'd had time I would have written 80K of this, I love the concept a LOT. Basically the boys being stuck in a time loop together.) It is Sunday, November 4th 1984, and it’s been Sunday, November 4th 1984 like, fifty-two times now. Fifty-four? Over fifty, at least. Billy’s lost count, which is depressing in itself.

[bonnielunkas]

okay hear me out, hurricane paranormal society dashboard simulator

actually that's a dumb idea forget i said anything

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🎮 gamerswag39

jesus fucking christ i'm so upset rn. literally got a call over NOTHING. so what if the animatonics are moving at night that doesn't mean shit man. they move at night at my location. they move at night at the pizzaplex. they moved at night in the 80's and 90's. they just do that. and then they had the nerve to get mad at me for not wanting to deal with it? like? just get a technician to deal with it if it's that big of a problem?

📞 phone-a-dude

lmao didn't they like. kill night guards in the 80's/90's

🎮 gamerswag39

yeah? jake our boss's husband literally got assaulted by mangle?

📞 phone-a-dude

yeah i remember him talking about that lmao

📞 phone-a-dude

just checked some company records my dad almost got killed by chica back in like 93 lol

🎮 gamerswag39

didn't your dad literally kill those kids?

📞 phone-a-dude

lmfao yeah

💙 stanleyblogs

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⚙ exo-gurl

Alright, today's the day guys, gonna be showing off the exosuit in my robotics class. (Made it with a bit of help from @ history-with-shelly but no one in my class needs to know that. Thanks btw Shelly, you're a real one.)

⚙ exo-gurl

I SWEAR TO FUCKING GOD I'M GONNA KILL REED STRAIGHT UP TOMORROW. IT IS ON. SIGHT. THEY ARE SO DEAD.

⚙ exo-gurl

HEY SO GUESS WHO HAS A BUNCH OF BROKEN BONES AND DIDN'T KNOW UNTIL AFTER GETTING INTO A REALLY NASTY FIGHT

🖥 coding-and-cats

you're welcome 👍

⚙ exo-gurl

YOU ARE LITERALLY THE REASON THEY'RE BROKEN IN THE FIRST PLACE. DIE.

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🌀 tgirl-sonic-the-hedgehog

Me and my gf are going on a date later hopefully nothing weird or paranormal happens!

🌀 tgirl-sonic-the-hedgehog

Hey what the fuck is Faz-goo and why is this random kid I don't know warning me about it.

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🔧 cob-rulez

not to name names, but istg i'm this close to dropping one of my friends. he literally went like, 50 in a school zone, almost ran over tobes' boyfriend, and he didn't even fucking apologize? he just kept driving like that didn't happen? like? wtf?

(pete when you see this i'm really sorry my friend almost hit you)

🏈 absolutely-footballin

YOU WERE IN THAT TRUCK TOO????

🔧 cob-rulez

yes unfortunately.

💛 aimees-corner

And this is why I've been telling you to drop him for the last few years.

🔧 cob-rulez

in my defense i haven't been in a truck with him before i thought everyone was just like, exaggerating when they said he's a terrible driver

💛 aimees-corner

Need we forget all the times he's ended up on the news? Enough to where there's a whole post about it?

🛻 trucks-n-shit

gang i'm like, RIGHT HERE.

🌐 certified-hurricane-moment

Certified Hurricane Moments in history

🔧 cob-rulez

HELLO?

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🧃 applesauceboy

Okay so I kinda always figured? I was adopted? Since me and my parents don't look alike at all. But WHAT DO YOU MEAN I HAVE AN OLDER BROTHER I JUST NEVER KNEW ABOUT? I'm hanging out with him right now and like? How did we just never know?

🧃 applesauceboy

His name is Devon btw if like, any of you guys know him.

📓 kaiju-fanboy

I work with him, I guess? He joined the paranormal team I'm in because he accidentally killed a classmate once.

🧃 applesauceboy

HUH?

OZ YOU CAN'T JUST SAY THAT LIKE IT'S A NORMAL THING?

👾 gregorygaming

oh yeah I know him too lol. apparently he went to that abandoned freddy's out in the woods with his friend and said classmate and the classmate put on a springlock suit and bled out? but then devon went back a week later and his classmate was there and they were fine and then everyone just moved on like nothing happened.

🧃 applesauceboy

WHAT

🧃 applesauceboy

NO WAY YOU GUYS ARE BEING FOR REAL I'M GONNA ASK HIM.

🧃 applesauceboy

WHAT DO YOU MEAN HE ACTUALLY DID THAT SHIT?

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🦊 yargfoxyforever

hey guys what does it mean if my cousin has blue eyes and his name is freddy and he's really nice

💖 m4rl3y

Alec please stop borderline shit-talking my younger brother I really don't see what the issue is

🦊 yargfoxyforever

chat, Does She Know?

💖 m4rl3y

Alec what does that mean

💖 m4rl3y

Alec

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🐻 mnm-fazbear-facts

Hey guys, Mandy here with some exciting news!!!! I'm gonna be visiting Utah next week to see my friends!!!! I'll let you guys know if I can learn any cool info on this trip!!! See you guys in a week!!!! ^v^

🐻 mnm-fazbear-facts

Guys I think I'm being haunted.

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🧢 thegreendemon

WHO TOLD MY BROTHER ABOUT KELSEY

🧢 thegreendemon

@ kaiju-fanboy @ gregorygaming YOU TWO.

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🌹 heather-the-musical

This close to kicking this random blonde dude out of Film Club, he's annoying when it comes to directing and he can't use a camera to save his life.

🌹 heather-the-musical

No fucking way he just showed me literal footage of a Freddy's just to prove he's a good camera man. What the fuck.

🌹 heather-the-musical

IS THAT A GHOST?

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💀 tomb-and-gloom

like this post if you love yuri

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🍀 sir-gee-oh

stuck on a phone call with matt. ignoring him isn't enough i need to kill this guy.

[frightenedcricket]

Punch.

Nick Folio x OC.

Warning: none but a random punch and some fluffiness.

It wasn't something that happened often. She had just witness a drunk girl punching Nick Folio on the face.

"Oh wow! What are you doing?!" She quickly stepped between them as the guys appeared.

"Listen..." The woman started.

"No, you listen. My... My friend and I were just waiting for our drinks. You have no right to hit him like that. Who do you think you are?"

"I was here first!"

"And you have to punch him?!"

"It's okay, let's go" Nicholas stepped between Ally and that woman. The bassist grabbed her shoulders and made her turn around, finding Folio in there with his hand on his cheek.

He shook his head a bit, telling Ally to not worry. But she did. Obviously she did, but followed the guys outside without saying a word. As soon as she put a foot on the street, her hands pushed Nick's away from his face.

"Fuck, she was wearing a damn ring. Look at this." Ally ran her thumb over a little cut and he winced.

"can't belive a girl hit me" He groaned.

Ally arched a brow and pressed slightly. "Keep that misogynistic shit and I'll make it two"

She heard the guys behind her snorting a laugh. But Nick didn't. He looked into her eyes and grabbed her hand.

"I'm sorry" He muttered. She was almost the only one who could hear him. But he was looking into her eyes so intensely and everyone caught on that. "I'm just angry- Dude! I hadn't even ordered. Let me have a beer first or something" He exclaimed looking at the others. But his hand stayed in hers. Ally felt her skin crawling when he pulled her closer to his body while he spoke to the others. It was as if he didn't care about being seen. So she tried to stop caring too. Ally made him tilt his face slightly, frowning at the red skin.

"You need ice" She muttered.

"Yeah, you should" Jolly added too while getting closer.

The next minutes felt kind of chaotic, everyone trying to think of what to do better. They ended up sitting on the street by the van. Nick had a cold beer pressed against his cheek and she sat with him. Close but not as she wanted to not make anyone suspicious.

"You almost call me your boyfriend, right?" He whispered.

Ally chuckled and discreetly looked around. The guys were a few steps behind, too busy with some stupid game.

"Yeah"

He grinned. "It was hot"

"Me fighting a random drunk girl?"

"Mhm. You defending me" He bit his lip and wiggled his brows. "It turned me on a bit"

She chuckled and leaned a bit closer. "Let me see"

He moved the beer away.

"You won't die from this. I'm sure you've gotten worse."

He rolled his eyes and took a deep breath. They were really close, leaning into each other's comfort but not able to do more. The guys were just right there.

But then they heard someone clearing their throat and they looked back. The guys had gone quiet and she hadn't even notice.

"If you are gonna fuck at least get in the van" Matt said.

Ally blushed so hard she thought you would combust. Her cheeks were burning.

"I-"

"We are n-"

"So last night you were playing chess?" The manager teased and the others laughed.

"Yeah" Nick added proud, then looked at Ally and pushed her gently. "Naked"

"Oh lord" She hid her face in her hands and Nick hugged her shoulders while laughing.

"C'mon... They would end up knowing..."

He kissed her head.

"Oh wait. But you are like dating, or..." This time, it was Noah.

They both turned to see him.

"Yeah" Both answer as if it was the most obvious thing.

"Oh we thought you were just fucking!" The singer exclaimed.

"You thought that. I told you he was so hung" Nicholas pointing a finger.

This time, it was Nick's time blushing under Ally's funny smile. "Oh it that true?"

He pushed her playfully.

"As if you didn't know" Folio complained.

"Oh you are so sweet" She hugged his neck and kissed his cheek a thousand times, making him squeak. But in the end, he turned his face to receive those kisses on his lips.

"I'm too old for this" Jolly muttered.

"Fuck off" Ally showed him a finger under Folio's prideful eyes.

"That's why I like you"

[askhisuianzorua]

Munday Shiny Showcase #4

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Heyo. After taking an impromptu break from the internet due to personal reasons, I'm finally gonna be coming slowly back to this blog and what better way then to continue with my shiny showcase! We got A LOT to catch up on so buckle up!

Quick Recap: The munday shiny showcase is where I show off some of my most recent captures throughout the week. Whether I get them through shiny hunting, breeding, or just by random chance! They will be listed every Monday under the #MundayShinyShowcase tag

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#1: Noivern:

Caught this one some time just after my break as a noibat. I hadn't been playing the game for awhile since dex completion so I figured a shiny hunt would be a good way to get back into it and noibat was my choice. Got them first run I believe.

#2: Pawmi

This one was kinda random. I was trying to catch a shiny Sandy Shocks a day or so after the noibat I mentioned, but I was super unlucky and wasn't able to get one. However since I was using electric meal powers, I ended up with this little pikaclone instead. Need to get around to evolving her, but we all know the evo for this dude can be tedious XD

#3: Snorunt

This was another random catch that I got during a shiny hunt for a different mon. I was out trying to catch a shiny frigibax. It was my first run and right after my meal powers ran out and I was about to reset, this cutie showed up so not a total loss of sandwich ingredients XD Got a female too so ya'll know what she's gonna evo into lol

#4: Frigibax

As I mentioned in the last section, I was shiny hunting Frigibax. I was able to nab one after I caught the snorunt. I even got lucky with a very fitting title!

#5: Magikarp

Can you ever say you've caught a shiny until you catch a wild shiny magikarp? I mean come on... a literal GOLDFISH. XD I caught this after the DLC came out(Gonna shamelessly plug my almost 6 hour long live stream: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F8l2RMHVjVw&t=1s ) I was just looking for pokemon to catch and fill the kitakami dex and boom there it was.

#6: Spinarak & Ariados

A little while after I did my livestream of the new DLC I did another livestream were I, you guessed it, did some shiny hunting! The first one I went after was spinarak and not only did I catch one, I caught it's evo too! I'll be adding the spinarak to my eventual shiny raffle when I get around to it. (Another shameless stream plug: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=64939UPuul4 )

#7: Dipplin

The second pokemon I shiny hunted on the stream was applin who I evolved into Dipplin just so I can see it's shiny and boi is it cool. A golden candy apple is great and I love it. This one was a pain to get because of where it spawns so I had to rerun the hunt after the first attempt failed.

#8: Marcargo

Slugma was the last one I shiny hunted on stream and was kind of a spur-of-the-moment kinda deal. After I got the applin, I was wondering who to shiny hunt and I was passing by the mountain top when I saw some Slugma and boom started to shiny hunt it(I think. I have to rewatch the stream at some point because I can't remember lol)

#9: Jangmo-o

I can't remember if I catch her before and after I did the stream, but I saw some jangmo-o and just said "Imma find your shiny" because I remember it having a pink lemonade look that I loved. I think this was another one I had to reset for.

And that's it for all the shinies I caught since the last showcase. I think this is all of them. I has been a long while since the last showcase.

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Shiny Stats

Total shinines caught: 27

Shinies hunted: 17

Random shinies: 9

Most Shinies Caught within 30 Min: 3

Most Shinies of Same Pokemon within 30 min: 3

Shinies hatched: 1

Current Egg Run: N/A

Quickest Shiny Hatch: 350 - 450(I had lost track)

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List of Shinies I am currently hunting or plan to hunt in the future:

Rowlett(Have yet to start)

The rest of the starters currently available

Hisuian Zorua

Paradox Pokemon

[siriusgamer]

This 👇 has been sitting in my drafts for years, probably because it's not the most polished set of comments in the blogosphere? But I thought you guys might enjoy it, while I replay until I get to the point where I remember/understand what I was talking about when I first started writing this 😅

Sorry for the delay!!

Anyway, chapter 14 blew my mind.

The park guardian died hours ago, and I thought, “We’re not going to be able to bring him back without causing a rift in the time-space continuum, right??” But it turns out he doesn’t have much of an effect on the timeline either way, so we’re safe.

Sissel, on the other hand, has had a major effect on events, so bringing him back to life probably wouldn’t be possible :(

Speaking of people that are dead, MISSILE :( :( :’( That absolute ASSHOLE ran over him. Let’s drop the rock on HIM >:(

Missile ended up with ghost SUPERpowers, so between the two of us, we stopped the rock from crushing the park enthusiast ("And now Mino is right where he belongs," in the trash.)

"So you went back in time?" "YOU BET I DID!"

Missile wants to stay dead so he can keep his powers and protect kamila....

oh no, I hope missile is okay

NO HE'S BEING MANIPULATED Dx wait a minute WAIT A MINUTE

The rock of the gods is what gave missile his powers!! wtf???

(except Sissel got ghost powers, and he was nowhere near the rock when he died...)

JOWD IS INNOCENT OF ALL CRIMES

.... but if the criminal died, near that rock, then... he must have come back as a ghost with some kind of powers, right? and maybe he has it in for jowd because.... idk.

ah, that was the reason she never came back to the park. even feeling like a hero saved her didn't make her feel safe there

... i thought the temsik were a people? the assassin said he had to get rid of all the temsiks... was he talking about the rocks? or the ghosts given powers by the rocks?

we need to go ask jowd what the heck he knows about all this 

cabanela will never forgive jowd... for what?

"Please don't pick on the minister. If he dies again, I'm the one who has to save him." I am gonna miss Sissel's snark, though??

WHO'S THE PIGEON GUY. WHY DOES HE HAVE A MURDERCHINE

ohhhhh my god wait a minute

his wife's death was HIS punishment? dude. dude, she's the one who died. and now i'm sad that we know nothing about her except the fact that she's dead. fridge.

JOWD NEVER FORGOT THE FACE OF THE CRIMINAL. SISSEL'S FACE. WHAT THE HELL HOW IS THAT POSSIBLE WHAAAAT

OH MY GOD CABANELA'S MAKING DEMANDS ABOUT JOWD'S EXECUTION

maybe he's being manipulated, though?? if they can manipulate people to sing the wrong lyrics, then they can manipulate him to say something he otherwise wouldn't, right?? why am i suddenly so on this dude's side when i was originally so suspicious of him?

WHAT IS SISSEL'S ACTUAL NAME. or what's the name of his twin, or SOMETHING. is this the family that is mysteriously missing from this story?

who

am

i

Random details:

Does the rock (Mino) kinda look like whatever was painted on Jowd's cell wall, or am I imagining that? 

“He’s mesmerized by my beauty.” 

[mlwritersguild]

Another Winter Wonderland, by @writtenvisionary

Based on a prompt submitted by @strangerahne: As the holidays approach, our heroes find themselves transported to an other worldly Wonderland as a holiday akuma strikes.

AO3; Found Family, Light Angst, Happy Ending

Summary:

As the holidays approach, our heroes find themselves transported to an other worldly Wonderland as a holiday akuma strikes.

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When one thinks of a winter wonderland, they might think of the North Pole, with Santa and elves and reindeer and candy cane railings. Or they may think of a snowy forest land, with lights twinkling along the lane. Maybe there are snowmen and ice rinks and chestnuts roasting at an open fire.

But this wasn’t that kind of wonderland. This was ice pellets aggressively plunging to the ground, hitting dozens and dozens of civilians on the way down. This was blizzard after blizzard, hail storm after hail storm — and it was never ending.

All signs of a cozy, winter dreamland were gone with the wind as Frostbite ran the length of Paris, using his large fingertip to turn everything he touches into something cold, whether it’s frost, ice, sleet, hail — you name it. This akuma was the most unpredictable that Ladybug and Chat Noir had ever encountered, so they have to make sure they were on the same page before they fought.

“Okay, Chat. Since this akuma can turn anything into ice or a blizzard just by touching it, we cannot be touched. We need protection.”

Chat Noir raises an eyebrow. “Carapace?”

Ladybug nods once, hand readying her yoyo.

“Go ahead, m’lady. I’ll distract.”

A cold breeze hits Chat Noir’s face as the red and black polka-dotted hero takes off. He shudders in the freezing air, but pulls himself together quickly.

Frostbite is across the city. He can see the large, abominable snowman-looking figure from meters away. Chat narrows his eyes, formulating a plan in his mind. He isn’t exactly good with plans, but distraction is his specialty, and doing it often enough makes for great muscle memory.

 He leaps over to the akuma, puns ready to spew out of him at any moment. When he reaches Frostbite, he grins.

“Hey Frosty! I know you miss your snowman friends, but they’re not gonna be here!”

The akuma turns to him, a murderous look in his eyes.

“My name is Frostbite!”

Chat Noir tilts his head, leaning on his baton casually.

“Who’s got your heart so cold?”

“None of your BUSINESS!!” Frostbite swipes at him, but Chat expertly dodges his attack. “Give me your Miraculous or ALL of Paris will live in an eternal winter!”

“Jokes on you, I like the cold!” It’s a lie, because he has picked up pretty much every cat trait and cats do not like the cold, but it’s none of an akuma’s business to know that. “What do you have against it?!”

Frostbite growls, swiping for him again. “The cold only KILLS!”

“How so?!”

Chat Noir expects Frostbite to make another attack at him, but he instead turns to a random civilian, running away on the street. He reaches down and touches them lightly, and all of a sudden they are encapsulated in ice, frozen in place.

“None of your BUSINESS!”

So that’s his catch phrase. Well, two can play at that game.

“Where is Ladybug?!” Frostbite growls. 

Chat Noir smirks. “None of your business, Frosty.”

The crack of a yoyo catches Frostbite’s attention. He turns to find Ladybug and frowns when he can’t see her anywhere. His giant body makes moving a little slow, so by the time he turns all the way around he’s subject to a green turtle superhero’s “Shellter!” and the subsequent enclosure in a magical bubble.

Not even Chat can see his partner, but he knows she’s there when he hears her yell, “Lucky Charm!”

Carapace walks over to him and grins widely.

“Hey, dude! How’s the battle going so far?”

Chat wants to snort. Carapace makes his identity so obvious.

“Easy,” he says. “Hey, where’d Ladybug go?”

“She’s—“

“Right here,” said superhero says, jumping to land right in front of them. She smiles, holding up a blow dryer.

“You guys ready?”

The rest of the battle goes smoothly. Once the Shellter around Frostbite is gone, Carapace and Chat Noir hold him back while Ladybug uses the heat from the blow dryer to thaw the akumatized object from Frostbite’s body. She breaks it and the fight is over.

“Miraculous Ladybug!” She yells, throwing the blow dryer into the air. Little red ladybugs swirl around the city, re-warming the city and returning Frostbite back into a human.

Laying on the ground now was a man with brunette hair and tear streaks on his cheeks. He looks up to the heroes with guilt, shaking his head.

“I am so sorry.”

Ladybug smiles, “It’s alright, sir. None of this was your fault. It was Monarch’s.”

He shakes his head again and sighs, running a hand through his hair.

“It’s not alright. I lost my own son to Hypothermia last night. How could I wish that upon anyone else?”

Chat Noir could feel his heart constrict. He crouches down to the man’s height and smiles sadly, resting a hand on his shoulder.

“I know how it feels to lose someone close to you.” He swallows, knowing that neither Ladybug nor Carapace know this about him: “I lost my mom a few years ago to a prolonged illness. It might have not been as sudden as Hypothermia, but it was still…” he shakes his head, “I’m still grieving to this day. It’s hard, but it’s been slowly getting easier with time. I promise it will for you, too.”

The man sniffles, tears spilling down his cheeks. He nods.

“Thank you, Chat Noir. I wish the best for you.”

“You too, sir. Do you need help getting home?”

He shakes his head, getting to his feet. “No, I’ll be alright. Have a great day and be safe. You too Ladybug, Carapace.”

With a nod to them all, he walks away, wiping the tears from his face.

Chat Noir stays crouched down, staring at the space where the man once sat.

Ladybug crouches down next to him. She rests a gentle hand on his shoulder.

“Are you alright, Chat Noir?”

Is he? Because just one moment ago, he was in another worldly winter wonderland, a world with only ice, snow, and blizzards. Now, he’s remembering the warmth of a family that no longer exists, cuddled up on the couch in front of a fire and watching a Christmas movie. Now, he’s in his mother’s arms, leaning into her chest and sighing in her sweet perfume. Now, he’s in a world that no longer exists for him.

“Chat, Chat!” Ladybug yells. 

He snaps out of it, blinking rapidly against tears he didn’t know were there. He looks over to his partner, seeing the concerned pout on her lips and the worried furrow of her eyebrows. She grabs ahold of his hands and pulls him up so that they're standing. He can't look at her.

“Where’d you go, Chat?”

Tears roll down his cheeks, and all he can do is shake his head. She wraps her arms around him, and he melts into her touch, desperate for that warmth he was remembering.

“I had no idea about your mom. I am so sorry, kitty,” Ladybug whispers. He cries into her shoulder and tries to focus on the sound of her voice. Carapace joins in at some point, and the gesture makes Chat cry even harder.

This is what it feels like to have a family. This is what it feels like to be loved.

When they eventually pull away, they share an awkward laugh. Chat wipes his tears and sniffles, mustering up a smile.

“Thanks guys. Pound it?” He offers his fist shakily.

The two in front of him share a look. Then Ladybug smiles.

“What are your plans for tonight, kitty?”

His smile falls with his hand. Confused, he rubs the back of his neck.

“Um. Nothing much. My father will probably want me home for dinner, but…”

“What about after dinner, dude?” Carapace asks, raising an eyebrow.

“I’m free after dinner.”

Ladybug and Carapace exchange another glance, They nod, and Carapace swings an arm around his shoulders.

“How do you feel about some cookies, hot chocolate, and a Christmas movie tonight?”

Chat’s eyes start to water again. He swallows. “Really?”

“Of course!” Exclaims Ladybug. She’s grinning. “We love you, Chat, and we want to make some good memories this Christmas.”

She steps closer and takes his hands into hers.

“What do you say?”

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That night, he curls up under the stars with his two best friends, laughing at a man who calls himself Buddy and eating his weight in sweets. He doesn’t think about his father, the lack of a christmas tree in his house, or the loneliness of his room.

He lives in the moment, spending time with those who love him; with his family.

He’s found his winter wonderland. And now he never wants to leave.

[jenniferdiazisatransgirl]

So I’ve recently been replaying New Vegas and I’ve admittedly got a bit bored of it for the time being. Don’t get me wrong, it is a game I love but I have been playing it a lot lately.

Interesting random fact though, before starting HRT I used to game like constantly. Like it was really hard to get me to be bored of a game. I could play the same game for days or weeks on end and not get bored. When I started HRT though, I stopped being able to do that. Like I still love video games but my interest shifted more towards reading books and watching TV. Not sure if anyone else who is trans has a similar experience to this when they started HRT?

But yeah, that was a bit of a tangent. I was basically writing this post with the intent of saying, I always play Fallout and The Elder Scrolls on the normal difficulty setting. Survival which was first introduced in New Vegas just always scared me. Which brings me onto something, I should tell you how I got into Fallout.

So basically, back in 2008 I wanted a PS3 with GTA IV for Christmas. GTA is one of my favourite video game franchises and as a kid it was pretty much the only thing I’d play. I never really strayed away from the games I knew and loved. And that was GTA. I did get The Sims eventually but that was kinda one of those rare exceptions. My Mum couldn’t find a game bundle that contained GTA IV though, so she got me a PS3 that came with Little Big Planet, Fallout 3 and Resistance. Her plan was, I trade the 3 games in to get GTA IV. I’d been brought up not to trade in presents though, so gave each game its fair shot. I hated Resistance so that went in the trade pile, Little Big Planet was fun so I kept it and well Fallout 3. Here’s the story.

Basically, I set up my character and quite enjoyed the character customisation. Beyond The Sims, i hadn’t really experienced something like that and loved that aspect. I loved the dialogue options and feeling like I had a say in the conversations and then I left the vault and things went downhill.

The compass confused me so I got instantly lost and had no idea where I was going, I got attacked by a giant ant and well I just ran. I stumbled on those train tunnels the vampire people who’s name escapes me lived in. I hung there for a bit but then ventured back out and bumped into Lucky Harry. I spent like several in real life days following this dude round the map. I then ended up at Big Town and hung there a bit too scared to leave the place.

I did in time get the hang of playing Fallout and honestly, playing a game where I was terrified due to my lack of skill was actually pretty immersive to the point it was kinda fun.

The point I am laying out here is I wasn’t that good and it took me a while to find my feet in Fallout, so the survival modes scared me cos it would mean finding my feet all over again. I also found Fallout New Vegas way more challenging than I did Fallout 3.

I got Fallout 76 back in 2018 though and with it being a multiplayer game, you don’t get to select your difficulty level and you are playing in what is effectively Survival Mode. It took me some time, but I did begin to get rather good at playing Fallout 76 and it changed my play style. On my replay of New Vegas, even though I’m doing normal mode, I noticed I am using some of what I picked up in 76 in that and I have found this play through far easier. Like I can pretty much 2 shot deathclaws in New Vegas now. Last time I played I was a lot of shotting deathclaws 😂 It took me so long to kill them 😭

It’s taken 14 years but I think I am finally ready to make the games more difficult for me. So tomorrow, I’m gonna boot up Skyrim starting a new game where I play in Survival Mode and I’ll likely do the same with Fallout 4 and New Vegas at some point 😊

I don’t know if anyone will be interested in any of this but hey, enjoy 😊

[brokebuckkmountain]

I'm gonna bitch under the cut cause I think I met an actual evil nurse today and I've been in pain for hours

I've had an ongoing medical issue for months. Been to the doctor and ER a ton of times, today one doc even expressed concern over how many CT scans I'd undergone in such a short period of time and how much blood I've had drawn. I've just moved, so I've been going to ER's until I can get in with a primary care physician.

A few days ago, the doctor at the clinic near my home had to cut open and clean out the part of my body where I've had ongoing issues. That's about as vague as I can keep it. They numbed me, gave me morphine, and told me even with all of that, it would be a super painful procedure because of how sensitive this area is and they were really sorry. I kind of teared up but toughed it out because I have a thing about crying in public.

Today I had to go to a different location for my check-up. Everything went well, but it was the end of the shift change, and the nurse helping me told me her coworker was in a massive rush to get home and kept stopping her from being able to do my paperwork. This guy comes in the room and says he needs to re-pack my wound. I told him my OG doctor said I didn't need to re-pack it (she actually said "with this sort of thing, normally you have to re-pack every few days, but I won't have you do that, that's just cruel, this is such a sensitive part of the body"). He said I had to do it anyways and I "was tough enough to handle it", reclined my seat and started immediately (first nurse was literally still in the middle of removing my IV).

I cannot describe to y'all how painful this was. I had told them about the morphine and numbing shot last time, but he kept insisting I'd be fine. This was the second most painful thing I've ever experienced (real ones know when a surgeon left a cotton swab inside of my face after a surgery 11 years ago). I was full body shaking and crying uncontrollably, the original nurse dropped what she was doing and ran over to hold my hand and tell me to breathe and try to talk me through it. My brother was in the room watching and holding my other hand; he agreed this guy was being extremely aggressive and just shoving the shit under my skin. He used significantly more of the gauze than the last time and just kept fucking shoving. Then he stood there holding the gauze and going "I don't have scissors, go find me scissors", talking with his hands and thereby yanking the gauze around inside me and causing even more pain. He grabbed a pair of pliers and said he would just twist the gauze with them til it broke, the other nurse went "NO!" and darted off to find actual scissors. Then, as they were bandaging the area, he starts asking my brother "how did they do it last time" "what material did they use" "does this like right to you". Like he- doesn't know how to dress a wound? Every time I could catch my breath I was apologizing for crying so much and the other nurse was really sweetly trying to cheer me up while this dude just stared blankly at me. The weirdest part was, even after I was done and all packed up, at random points he would walk up and just shove on the gauze to really pack it in I guess? And I would have to stop talking mid-sentence (answering discharge questions) because the pain was so overwhelming. At one point he mentioned how some of the gauze has to be left out, and I half-heartedly joked to my brother "oh I have a tail again huh?". This man flicked the gauze "tail" and went "yup". This was around the point I forced myself to stop crying because every part of me was thinking "this sick fuck is doing this on purpose". I don't know if he was, or if that's just my past experiences rearing their ugly heads up, but I refuse to cry in front of someone who's getting off on it. Finally the dude looked at me for the first time, and really coldly said "wow I guess that really hurt you. sorry" with a shrug. Just very insincere, like he thought it was funny.

My OG nurse was super sweet, kept throwing compliments at me and trying to cheer me up, and I just tried to wipe away with mess of tears off my face and went home.

This was weird, right? Like, maybe the guy wasn't intentionally causing me as much pain as possible, and he really just wanted to up and go home, but he was still so unnervingly aggressive. Even my brother was really upset at how unnecessarily rough it was. I don't know what to even think. I've been in physical pain for hours and I also feel just, emotionally drained. Like I've always been kind of freaked out with doctors offices and dentists and this just made it so much worse. Like, am I overreacting or does this seem like really bad practice. Idk.

[longitudinalwaveme]

Ron Pearle's Lear: Act 3 Review

It’s random Gentleman...and Kent being awesome! 

Why did Lear randomly decide to take off his coat and unbutton part of his suit? You’d think he’d want both now that he’s been pushed out into a storm. 

Also, if he’s in a storm, why isn’t he wet?

The “blow, winds!” speech is so awesome I can temporarily ignore how much I’ve disliked this Lear. 

Poor Fool. 

More Fool singing! Yay! 

Kent! YAY!

I’m really trying to feel bad for this Lear. It’s about as hard as I was anticipating. 

Uh, Kent, you’re awesome, but I seriously doubt you’re getting Lear back in that building. 

Okay, okay, I like Lear now. Kind of. 

Gee, I wonder where Goneril and Regan learned to be such jerks….

Why is everyone so loyal to this Lear? Unless he was much nicer before he got old, which I somehow doubt, he was a colossal jerk. 

Kent, Lear, and the Fool still aren’t wet. 

Edgar’s crazy person disguise is pretty good, and thankfully he doesn’t seem to be totally naked. 

Good to see Lear’s still into shouting insults at people for no good reason. He is gradually getting more sympathetic...though his argument that his daughters have been ungrateful to him still isn’t as convincing as it should be.

Edgar REALLY gets into pretending to be crazy. He’s still cute, though.

Edgar gets right up in his father’s face shouting stuff, and somehow Glocuester still doesn’t recognize him. That’s either some next-level stupidity, or Gloucester has some next-level nearsightedness problems. 

Poor Kent is getting increasingly frustrated by this ludicrous situation. 

Yeah, Lear’s lost it….and his daughters are firmly solidified as villains. 

And now Gloucester’s talking about Kent, who is right next to him...and he doesn’t recognize him. Go figure. 

Cornwall still isn’t really emoting. Does this man react to anything? 

I think they cut some of Mad Tom’s lines, which is understandable...but they still kept a surprising amount. 

There are two random kids (possibly the ones from the first scene) in the barn with Lear. 

One of the kids has dolls, which Lear puts on trial as Goneril and Regan. 

I love that the Fool is just playing along with this absurd situation. Edgar pretty much has to in order to keep up his facade, but the Fool really doesn’t. 

The kids ran out of the barn, probably because of the crazy dudes putting their dolls on trial. 

Both Edgar and Lear have called invisible dogs now. Weird. And Edgar barked like a dog at Lear’s imaginary dogs. Also weird. 

Lear saying that Edgar is one of his hundred knights is more accurate than he realizes, given the fact that Edgar apparently spent time with them. 

Poor Lear. 

Oh, they moved one of the Fool’s speeches to the end of this scene. And then he...gets shot? RIP Fool. 

Cornwall still doesn’t sound even slightly concerned or angry about anything. 

Okay, now he finally sounds angry again. 

Regan is sitting down in what I’m pretty sure is going to be the chair where they gouge out Gloucester’s eyes. 

Regan sounds super evil again, which is appropriate. 

Poor Gloucester...this is gonna be like watching a teddy bear get tortured.

INTERMISSION! 

And suddenly Gloucester is waltzing with a maid, when another woman comes in (probably his wife) and shakes her head. Is this like a dramatization of where Edmund came from? That was weird. 

Why is she like, dusting off his shoulder while calling him a “filthy traitor”? 

Cornwall’s rather dry delivery makes him less intimidating than he could be, though I do like the way he leans on Gloucester’s shoulder.

Is Cornwall ripping out Gloucester’s eyes with his hands? First, ew. Second, how exactly does that work? On second thought, I don’t want to know. 

Cornwall’s creepy little chuckle after gouging out the first eye is unsettling. 

The Servant is great, though Regan just seems to find his anger amusing. 

Wow, this is a lame-looking sword fight. 

Where did Regan pull the knife she stabbed the servant from? Did she have it on her the whole time?

RIP awesome servant.

Ugh. Poor Gloucester…

Cornwall’s actor is at least good at conveying the fact that he’s been fatally wounded. 

This Regan seems particularly sadistic. 

Poor Edgar and Gloucester….

Several months later….

Cornwall looks a bit like Branagh’s Iago.

The eye-gouging is particularly convincing (and horrific).

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@shunnedmorlock really good points in general! i definitely think if i just make the executive decision that ned manages to get set up at harrenhal, he has a good shot at being able to put something together to keep the rebellion going. whether hoster or jon arryn live (or tbh even Lewyn, I mean who knows at what point that he died in the battle), the riverlands is going to keep fighting, the vale is going to keep fighting, the stormlands will keep fighting, and i imagine the iron islanders have started raiding by now pretty indiscriminately. if rhaegar has mostly pulled back to king’s landing to protect it (which seems likely imo - i’m sure the kingsguard were very frank with him about his father’s mental state), ned is dealing with a small part of the crownlands & dornish army, and possibly the westerlands & some raiders. that’s certainly a problem when his host has been beaten badly but it’s not like, impossible.

and If whoever got him the original message about Lyanna (or however the Hell it is he found out) can get to him, he’s absolutely going to prioritize getting to her, and with Rhaegar distracted, seems he’d be able to get her, and he’d take a lot of people with him (idk logistics of this, i’m not a war person, i just feel like if you know you want to go deep into enemy territory to rescue your sister, you’re gonna take a bunch of dudes with you if you can have the ability? and also what else is he doing right now lmao, he can’t take king’s landing so he has to figure something else out). ntm i think if he just shows up with a host in dorne and grabs his pregnant/just given birth sister and then writes his own letter to doran going “so did you know about this shit?” that’s only going to help him bc it’s going to shift doran’s priorities (even more than they already are, i mean). and it does give him the perfect opportunity to get to storm’s end to help stannis AND save lyanna (while whoever is left of Jon, Hoster, and Blackfish are holding things down in the Riverlands & the Vale).

things are looking up for the rebels, and meanwhile dorne is pissed off, mace is At Best hightailing it back home after getting his ass kicked, and now even IF jaime did still have to shank aerys, everyone knows the truth of whatever happened to lyanna and at MOST DELULU it was “rhaegar fell in love with this random engaged northern girl, ran off with her in the dead of night, and had a secret valyrian style wedding to her” and that’s like INSANE BEHAVIOR and even if it was a slightly more normal “rhaegar fell in love with lyanna and had a bastard with her and promised he’d take care of her” that’s still like, NOT GREAT.

Even IF rhaegar gets it into his head that he can be better than his father and offers some terms, by the time Lyanna & Ned are reunited (probably they stay in Storm’s End bc that’s where Stannis is and now he’s inherited Whatever claim that belonged to Robert), rebellion is back in full swing and they’re not taking it. Gonna be a problem and probably not one Rhaegar can easily recover from!

okay more spitballing a bit here, if we just assume the rebels manage to turn things around and march on the capital - likely Tywin has already flipped, but not likely Ned or Stannis are in the mood to forgive him any time soon. As you say, most of the reason the kingdoms stayed together through that whole nonsense was because of Robert forgiving a whole lot of people that Stannis and Ned are NOT going to forgive. I think I can see Ned not pushing too hard at Dorne given how much Rhaegar disrespected Elia, but I can’t see him having that understanding for Mace or Tywin. No Cersei marriage for Stannis, and no marriages for Mace either - if they need money and legitimacy, the Hightowers have a bunch of daughters and aren't a bad choice, not to mention it would undercut the Tyrells power if Mace is allowed to keep Higharden but given that Stannis spent a year starving because of Mace, it seems very likely the Tyrells are at best disgraced with Willas having to take control of House Tyrell much sooner than anyone expected (would they let the Tyrells keep Higharden and just make the Hightowers the new Lords Paramount of the Reach and like, move the "capital" of that region to Oldtown? Or just straight up give Higharden to someone else? I don't know that Jon Arryn or Hoster/Blackfish would push for straight up rooting out the Tyrells).

But there IS the issue of Elia, Aegon, Rhaenys, Rhaella, Viserys, Dany, and of course, newborn baby Jon. Stannis isn't likely to be as gung ho on killing on the Targaryens as Robert (which isn't to say he's going to be kind, he just doesn't have the rage towards them that Robert does). Baby Aegon and Viserys are the biggest causes for concern, and depending on how things with Lyanna went down, baby Jon might be a concern as well. Ned isn't going to want Lyanna and Jon in the capital, I'm positive he's going to argue that Lyanna is too damaged by her trauma to be cause for concern and that he'll watch over her and Jon. I think Rhaegar might agree that Dragonstone is the safest place for Elia and the kids alongside his mother, but maybe he even sends the group of them to Dorne to protect them - and Dorne isn't going to just hand them over. Without the sack of King's Landing, Dorne isn't necessarily going to turn against the new regime however, and if Ned is arguing "well Elia was a victim of Rhaegar and Aerys' madness too let's not be too cruel to her children" there's a chance - if the kids are on Dragonstone - they are pressed into the faith, which probably annoys Dorne but isn't like, the end of the world.

(I kind of toyed with the option of marrying Rhaella to Stannis, like kinda Argella Durrandon-ing it, but she's like 37 ish which is too old to have kids, and both Rhaenys and Daenerys are too young. Since Elia can't have more children, that one is out too. And while Doran might be like "hey can I keep my nieces and nephews here" while I might see them being okay with Rhaenys, who looks more Dornish and is a girl, going to Dorne to be raised side by side with all her cousins, I just don't think they're handing Doran the loaded gun of Rhaegar's oldest true born son. I can see, especially if they go with a Hightower wife, of them perhaps letting him become a Maester and sending him to the Wall to be with Aemon, but that's as kind as I think they'd be and it would be mostly Ned pushing for that. Viserys I'm very unsure of - there's no close Targaryen cousins to keep an eye on him, and marrying him to an ally is out of the question so it's really just press him into being a Septon/Maester or permanent exile as a way of not executing him, which is again, what Ned is probably pushing for).

so if lyanna had lived and Robert had died and Rhaegar had lived..... and yknow what someho so did Elia and her kids

WHAT HAPPENS THEN? your hcs please l love them <3

thank you for the compliment <3

I've essentially answered this one before here and here with the general answer being that Lyanna's best bet is always the rebels winning, and Rhaegar does not have a clean "win" on his side (and also Ned dying makes me sad for Catelyn and Lyanna so I try not to think about that scenario lmao). Since you didn't say Ned dies, let's get more specific and also I’m just gonna make some executive decisions in a few places here-

Rhaegar kills Robert at the Trident, the Northern host breaks and runs for the hills to regroup. The nearest castle to the Ruby Ford is Harrenhal and while the Whents are friends to Rhaegar they are also related to the Tullys. I can't recall any specific information on what the Whents were doing during the war but I do wonder if there's a kind of Dayne situation going on here ie Oswell is still loyal to Rhaegar and the rest of the Whents are like "dude what is your problem he kidnapped a teenager." I think Ned probably takes what's left of his host to Harrenhal to regroup and figure out what the hell he does from here.

Again, Catelyn is at Riverrun, pregnant (just about to give birth even? the timeline here is a little fuzzy) and the moment she hears the Trident didn't go their way, she's gearing up for a siege. Probably she's trying to figure out how to get into contact with Jon Arryn, Ned, Hoster, and the Blackfish, if only to get an idea of where their heads are.

Poor Stannis and Renly are at Storm's End, increasingly desperate and increasingly stubborn. Stannis is now Lord of Storm's End and technically speaking, Robert’s claim to kingship has fallen to him.

Rhaegar imo doesn't bother following anyone after the battle though, he goes straight back to the capital to deal with his father. He only came out of hiding because the Kingsguard came to get him and said "hey your dad has Elia and the kids at King's Landing, they're all in serious trouble." Still likely imo that Jaime has killed Aerys (he was planning on blowing up KL long before Tywin showed up at the gates) so Rhaegar is now King.

Now king...and facing three separate sieges. Regardless of the Westerlands joining Rhaegar, the Stormlands, the North, the Vale, and the Riverlands are still in open rebellion, and he's got a hysterical teenaged Kingslayer who his wife is insisting be spared.

If Rhaegar wants to seem different from his father, he might send terms: something like Ned (probably Stannis too) goes to the Wall, Renly becomes Lord of Storm's End, Lyanna is given equal status to Elia as a Queen, Catelyn and Ned's kid can be Lord of Winterfell. But the thing is - Dorne is gonna be pissed off at the idea of Lyanna being an equal Queen, they will want Jon to stay a bastard and probably raised not just far away from Lyanna but far away from King's Landing as well. Ned, Stannis, and Catelyn are not stupid enough to accept those terms though - they will all assume it’s a trap and they’ll be brutally tortured to death like Rickard, Brandon, and the others.

I’m not super great with “rhaegar lives” aus simply bc i do not like that man and i just want Jaime to get stab happy and kill him too lmao and also. Like ultimately what i WANT to happen is for Ned to find Lyanna, take her and Jon North, and the rest of Westeros to give Rhaegar the middle finger. If Ned lives, that might be possible but….

But I think if enough of the Northern host (and whatever of the rest of them is left) can get to Harrenhal, they can probably coordinate with Riverrun, the North, and the Vale as well. HOWEVER. The Iron Islands are likely to start raiding, and the Westermen are likely to try to sack several Riverlands towns as they march. I don’t think it’s a far stretch to say the rebels manage to take back most of the major castles in the Riverlands while Rhaegar is dealing with the capital but more likely, I think everyone just settles in for a long and hopeless siege.

And MEANWHILE while Ned is figuring out what to do in the Riverlands…well the thing is we don’t know who told him about Lyanna, or why, or when. My personal theory is Ashara said something but we don’t know! If Ned is perhaps somewhere easier to locate than just running his ass to Storm’s End, does he get the message sooner? Make a play to get to Lyanna but brings an entire host with him to take the Tower?

Idk I’m not really great at like ~battle~ stuff and that’s essentially what it comes down to if Robert dies - Can Ned outsmart Rhaegar? Ned is smarter than that man but he just lost a lot of his men, basically every leader of his rebellion, and he still doesn’t know where Lyanna is. At the same time, while the Dornish host is heavily depleted, the Westerlands and the Reach are mostly untouched. There’s the Vale, and considering Bronze Yohn wanted to side with Robb, it’s possible he wants to continue fighting with Ned and i’m assuming it’s mostly the Royce’s calling the shots right now with basically every Arryn dead and Harry the Heir like a literal toddler. The issue is basically just strategy vs brute force.

But. idk okay let’s just agree that Ned manages to get the Vale to back him up and he starts to take back most of the Riverlands, then marches on the Tower early to save Lyanna. Smart thing is to take some guys, grab Lyanna, and book it back out of Dorne. Safest to set her in Riverrun with Catelyn, resupply, then keep fighting (would it be easier to set up with Riverrun as the main base of operations? I suppose it depends on how the fighting with the rest of the Dornish faction and the Westerlands go). Maybe he tries to force Rhaegar to terms by being like -well now i’ve got my sister and your fucking baby so give me something good and i’ll calm down. But what terms can possibly end the fighting at this point?

Rhaegar will not give up his crown, he's convinced the prince will come from his line

Ned is not handing over Lyanna

Dorne will not accept Elia and Lyanna as co queens

Stannis and Renly are still starving at Storm’s End

It’s an awful stalemate. No one will give in. The fighting will continue. It has to. If Ned gives in, he’s thinking he’s getting burned alive. If Rhaegar gives in, he very likely loses his crown and maybe his head. Rhaegar has all these lofty ideals about being a good king and it’s hard to keep insisting on that while he’s fighting this war when Ned had a VERY VALID reason to rebel. I THINK finding out Jon is a boy might force Rhaegar to come to the table. His prophecy was wrong, his line is not chosen, and he’s just destroyed the realm for nothing. But he’s also got Tywin in his ear telling him that it’s better to be feared than laughed at, and he’s lost most of the Kingsguard who were probably the ones keeping him mostly centered before he lost it over Lyanna. BUT. He also has his MOTHER. He has ELIA. He has his other fucking kids to think about.

I don’t know that anything could convince Ned to come to the table here if he’s offered anything less than a full pardon and the ability to take everyone back home. He agrees to the Wall at the end AGOT only because of Sansa - otherwise he was perfectly willing to go to the block swearing Joffrey is no true king and he'd do it here too. I think it’s the same scenario as the end of the war of five kings - these pockets of rebellion keep cropping up until the seven kingdoms are forced to split or Rhaegar just takes Tywin’s advice and utterly decimates what’s left is the rebellion. But again. Elia and Rhaella!

Probably maybe idk this stalemate ends in splitting the kingdoms but the thing is, while the Riverlands, Vale, and North are all grouped together, the Stormlands are on the opposite side of the Crownlands. So you can't really split it up. So probably maybe idk either Rhaegar makes some incredible concessions here or Ned loses his head eventually.