#i'm so sad that i'm not gonna get an S trophy or whatever

[meatbag-status]

The moral of the story is, I have been stuck on the Mr X/Tyrant fight for years and my family has stopped looking for me. I legit scream laughed (if that’s a thing) when Leon said “IS THIS A FUCKING JOKE?”

[just-some-thoughts-maybe]

Pictures

How the 141 boys got their favorite picture of you + where they keep it when they’re away on missions.

Wc: 1.9k

Simon “Ghost” Riley-

You had been taking pictures all day on your date. Blown through at least 100 pieces of film. After all, the zoo was quite the place.

Decidedly, your favorite place had been the reptile house. You stayed in there longer than any other exhibit. While you were watching the reptiles, Simon was watching you. The way your face lit up when you found a hidden snake or learned a new fact about them. The way you’d laugh at all the stupid jokes the staff put up around the exhibits. He stared at you like he was trying to memorize every detail of the day.

Before you left, he bought you a snake plushie. It was long enough to wrap around you, very soft, and a little weighted.

When you got back home, Simon decided to stay for a bit. He sat in your computer chair and talked to you. You sat on your bed, your head hanging off the side, just flipping through the pictures you had taken, admiring your trophies. The snake plush lay behind your neck and off your shoulders.

After thinking back on the day and how much he wanted to remember it, Simon had gotten an idea. “Gimme tha’ camera”

You sat up, moving so aggressively the plush almost fell off your shoulders. You put it back. “Why? What's wrong?” You handed him the camera off the bed. He took it and looked at it, trying to figure out how it worked. Once he was confident he knew, he turned it on you.

“Go on, lovie.” you look at him “What do you want me to do, Si?” you sit criss-cross on your bed

“Pose for me” he mutters. You tilt your head, scrunch up your nose a bit and giggle. It's the most beautiful sound he's ever heard, no matter how many times he's heard it.

Flash.

You raise your eyebrows as he takes the picture and begins shaking it. After a moment he looks at it, pausing before… “That’s the one.”

“That's the picture?” You raise your eyebrows, “I didn't even get to pose” you whine. You try to take the picture from him, but he won't let you get it. He holds it above your head and shakes it more, hoping to make it finish developing faster. When it does he looks at it.

“Nah, ‘m gonna keep it. ’S wha’ I want to remember.” after he chuckles, and it’s deep and rumbly.

Simon keeps the picture in the right side of his vest, always keeping you close to his heart. It’s the first thing he looks at when he wakes up, and the last he looks at before he goes to sleep.

Captain John Price-

John was always excited to come home to his wife after a particularly taxing mission. You were in bed, cuddling and talking about whatever was on your minds when you both heard a crash. John was instantly on edge, ready to investigate.

He signals for you to stay in bed and be quiet while he looks.

When he gets back, he’s less stressed and more sad. “ ‘m sorry…” he holds up your broken Polaroid, the same one he'd gotten you for your birthday a year ago.

“No…” you whine, more than a little upset. You look from the device to him. “I'm sorry John.”

He sighs deeply and looks back at you, putting the camera on the desk before crawling back into bed, and pulling you against him. “I have the day off tomorrow…maybe we could get another one?”

In the morning, you guys go shopping at the mall. The first place you go is the shop John had gotten your camera from last year. After getting it, you immediately open it and load it with film.

The camera and film were the only things you had gotten before going home.

“This is exactly like my last one,” you say, sitting on the couch, playing with the camera. John sits next to you settling into the comfort of your presence. “Yeah? Is that alright?” you pull the camera away from your face, looking at him. “More than alright. It's perfect.” you say before backing up a little bit before snapping a picture.

“Wh-what was that for, darling?” he asks, still blinking from the flash

“Just to have…” you say, shaking the picture. You put the camera on the couch between the two of you before looking at the picture. While you were distracted he picked up the camera and turned it around on you.

“Hey-” he calls out, trying to get your attention

You look at him.

Flash.

You blink away the spots in your vision before finally seeing him again.

“And what was that for?” you ask. There's no accusatory tone, only curiosity.

“Just something to have…for when I'm away from home.” He looks at the picture before handing it. “If you don't like it I can take another, but….” you take the picture and look at it. It wasn't that bad. You hand him the photo back. “If it's the one you want, who am I to deny you?”

You pause and smirk a little “Maybe I'll let you take another to keep you better company on…lonelier nights.”

“Tha’ right?” he asks, already dragging you to the bedroom.

He keeps it on the inside of his hat. When he first got the picture soap annoyed him for looking at it so often.

Johnny “Soap” Mactavish-

You first came to the base to help the 141 with paperwork and clerical tasks, soon you became a very valuable member of the team, and a friend to most on it. Johnny especially had taken great strides in ensuring you felt as welcome as possible. This would include sitting with you in the cafeteria, sitting in your office during the long nights, or just talking when you needed a distraction.

Soon, daily walks became a habit. He would meet you at your office on your lunch break, and the two of you would just walk and talk. It was during one of these walks that you got the text Price needed you to look over something in his office. Johnny decided to walk with you there.

The two of you made haste, but you stopped before a seemingly impossible choice, either you take the elevator, or the stairs.

“You want to risk the elevator today?” You look at him, truly leaving the decision up to him. You were in heels that made going upstairs hurt, but the elevator was super sketchy with a tendency to break down…it also had some really weird stains.

He thinks for a moment. “Aye, let’s dae that” you hesitate, glancing between him and the rickety elevator. He tilts his head a little “Should be fine, eh?”

“Apparently they just fixed it…so maybe?” you look at him, then to the stairs. “I’m following you, Johnny.” you say to the Scott. He nods at you, a smile flashing across his face.

He gets on with far too much confidence, almost a scary amount. You follow him, being sure to avoid those stains that definitely look like blood, but Johnny swears aren't.

When you get in and the doors shut, Johnny, ever the prankster, decides to mess with you. He looks you in the eye. “Hey, lass.” You look at him. He has a mischievous smile. ”Johnny, I don’t know what you’re planning, but no.”

“Don’ worry, Bonnie, we’re fine.” He smirks

Famous last words.

He jumps in the elevator, as soon as it starts moving. If it were anyone else, it probably would’ve been fine, but his 200 pounds of muscle might have been a little too much for the poor elevator.

There’s a loud SNAP and the elevator jerks up. You stumble, but Johnny catches you.

I pull back quickly when you realize how you’re looking up at Johnny right now.

You make a terrifying realization. The elevator is not moving anymore...

You two were stuck on the elevator for 4 hours. Of course, it was during this incredibly opportune time that he decided to ask you out.

When Price texted Johnny, asking if he had seen you, Johnny took a selfie with you and sent it to him explaining that the two of you were stuck in the elevator.

Three months later, you're his girlfriend. And that selfie? It’s a keychain that’s attached to Johnny’s belt loop. Easier to look at his Bonnie lass that way.

And the elevator? It’s been closed since.

Kyle “Gaz” Garrick

This dinner had been planned months in advance. It was one of the nicest restaurants in London and he would sooner cut off his hand than forfeit the reservation.

It was your anniversary, and he would be deployed…or so you thought. Turns out, the mission ended early, at least that's what he would later tell you, and he was already on his way home to you.

You were sitting on the couch, watching TV when there was a jingle of keys at the front door. You were immediately on alert, no one has keys to this place other than you and Kyle, and Kyle was supposed to be gone…right?

You watch as the door opens, the fear immediately dissipating when you see that familiar hat accompanied by the smile that made you swoon. Instead, your fear is replaced with an overwhelming joy. As fast as he gets the door open youre barreling towards him. He catches you into a crushing hug, laughing into your hair and giving you kisses on the crown of your head, muttering about how he missed you too.

He checks the time, cursing under his breath. “You need to get ready, love.”

You look at him for a few seconds before you remember what the day is.

“Kyle, you’re probably tired…I don't want to-” Kyle cuts you off.

“I slept on the plane. We're going.” he says with an air of finality.

You try to argue more, but he's ignoring you and shoving you towards the shower.

When you finally get to the restaurant, you realize how much planning Kyle had put into this. He has specifically reserved the table you had ranted about to him on one of your first dates. He also made sure they had your favorite wine, which was put down as soon as you sat at the table.

When you look at him, it's nothing but stars in your eyes, and that to him makes everything worth it. Everything he had to do to get home, to get to you. (even if that does mean he owes Soap a favor now.)

As the night continues, you notice his usually calm demeanor change to one a little more on edge. You've never seen him this nervous, not since he first asked you out anyways.

Finally, after a couple of hours, the desert gets brought out.

Written on the plate, in curly, chocolate writing was a single question that would forever change your life.

Will you marry me?

You look at Kyle, he's holding a ring box, looking especially scared, his eyes only daring to meet yours when you place your hand on his.

When you nod with tears in your eyes he stands up, hoists you to your feet, and brings you in for a kiss.

Little did you know, right then, there was a picture taken by the restaurant staff. The picture would quickly become his favorite. He printed it before his next deployment to keep with him.

He keeps it right under the Union Jack velcroed onto his vest to remind him of what he's fighting to return to.

(Just a little Drabble while I work on my larger projects- got some bangers coming out in February if I do say so myself- Hope you enjoy!)

[eggos-world]

Complainers (A MHA fanfic)

Midorya x Fem! Reader

(A/N : So this is my first fanfic EVER and I've really been into MHA for a while now and I LOVED reading all the fanfics, and I saw this particular ask to a blog if the reader had a writing quirk and how would Midorya and two other characters would react (I am so sorry I forgot the blog who wrote that) but I wanted to put my spin on it and make the reader be into slam poetry and let their tongue be their weapon. This particular poem is by Rudy Fransisco!! Not my original poem!! Hope y'all enjoy!)

When you write, it's like the whole world around you finally goes silent. You live out the daydreams in your own head feeling the words on the page a safe space. This was your quirk. Even if it didn't seem as great to be in combat fighting villains, at least it's something to fight your inner demons. That to you was enough.

Midorya was well use to the song and dance of getting you to snap out of your world when the bell rings, apologizing in advance. In truth he hates breaking your concentration, he knows full well that he hates the feeling being separated from writing his notes. But he knew you would sit there for hours on end just writing in your book, even if you finish it all in one go you wouldn't notice that you were writing on the desk. (And yes he had to get you out of there and insisted to clean it up for you). Even after all of this he still admired your quirk no less.

The bell had rung for lunch and everyone stood up and packed their books away and walked out one by one. You feel a tap on your shoulder not a minute later, and a familiar soft spoken voice breaks you from your concentration. " Hey, Y/N, I-Its time for lunch" He says with a smile and you close your book and packed it into your bag, walking with him side by side to the lunchroom.

"So what was today's story in your book?" He asked with a smile looking to you.

"Not a story today, I've been into poetry for a while. So I figured I might try something different. " You say smiling back.

"Woah, I didn't know you were into poetry. That seems really cool! What was it about? "

You were always so surprised that he was interested in your work. Since it was such a personal thing to you and you haven't really shown off your work due to self consciousness, he was always very supportive even from the beginning. Later on you realized that he also loved writing. That was one of the many things that formed a great friendship between you both, besides from your love of heroes and nerding out with each other of course!. You both carried out your conversation while getting your lunches. Sitting down on the table along with everyone else smiling and joking you all causally eat your meals. You pull out your notebook, sliding it over to Midorya to take a look after you promised him too. He smiles and opens to the bookmarked paged, but a soon as he does a hand flashes and snatches the book out of his hands.

"Please tell me you don't think your sorry excuse of a quirk would get you into the top ten!" Bakugou loudly exclaiming with a smug look.

Well shit.

While he was chuckling you were about to stand and get it back, but Midorya beat you to it trying to pry it off of his hands, but Bakugou only lifts it up higher. "What's your deal nerd? Trying to stick up for your little girlfriend?" He says chuckling louder.

"S-she's not my girlfriend kachan! Give back her book! It's not yours!" Midorya says with a blush forming on his face. But Bakugou shoves him away and faces you.

"What makes you think that writing fairytale lands and princesses would make you pro hero? That's not going to save you from the real world. What's going to happen if a villain comes in and starts destroying everything around you? You're gonna write him a love story with a happily ever after!? Give me a break! " He says with a laugh.

"Kachan! You need to stop this" Midorya says stepping back up to him. "Not everyone's quirk is perfect!"

"Heh! If you really think she could handle the world on her own-" He says before holding out the book "Let's give her a chance to prove me wrong! "

And just like that, your notebook, your work your safe haven was blown up to flames. Bits of burnt paper flown into the air, your book quickly into ashes. You didn't notice midorya quickly moving to get his water and put the fire out, your eyes was fixated on Bakugou. A smirk had formed on his face that made your heart sink into your stomach. A lump forming within your chest as you fought the urge to cry. He moved his arms and raised his eyebrows, waiting for you to make the next move. But you felt a hand around your arm.

"Y/N, you don't need this now. Let's just go-"

"No... " You say stepping up to Bakugou. Taking one last look at your destroyed book you turn your head back to him. "It's a shame, because the poem I was just writing... Was about you. " You say with a sad smile and a nod. He blinks back in surprise, his smirk growing larger than before. "That's not a good thing.. " You later say. Even though it was still in the works, even if you didnt get to finish it you felt your tongue burn. An unfamiliar sensation forming in your mouth. Usually you would feel it within your hand as you write, a soft glow transferring onto the words you'd write on the page. But now that feeling had made it's way from your throat and to your mouth.

And it's telling you to speak the fuck up.

You took a breath, looked him deep in the eye and let your mouth took the wheel.

"The following are true stories.

May 26th 2003 Aron Ralston was hiking, a boulder fell on his right hand. He waited four days, then amputated his arm with a pocket knife.

On New Year’s Eve, a woman was bungee jumping in Zimbabwe. The cord broke, she then fell into a river and had to swim back to land in crocodile infested waters with a broken collarbone.

Claire Champlin was smashed in the face by a five pound watermelon being propelled by a slingshot.

Matthew Brobst was hit by a javelin.

David Striegl was punched in the mouth. By a kangaroo.

The most amazing part about these stories is when asked about the experience they all smiled, shrugged, and said “I guess things could have been worse.”

So go ahead.

Tell me that you’re having a bad day.

Tell me about the traffic. Tell me about your boss. Tell me about the job you’ve been trying to quit for the past four years. Tell me the morning is just a town house burning to the ground and the snooze button is a fire extinguisher. Tell me the alarm clock stole the keys to your smile, drove it into 7:00 AM, and the crash totaled your happiness.

Tell me! Tell me!

Tell me, how blessed are we to have tragedies so small it can fit on the tips of our tongues?

You see, when Evan lost his legs he was speechless. When my cousin was assaulted, she didn’t speak for forty eight hours. When my uncle was murdered, we had to send out a search party to find my father’s voice.

Most people have no idea that tragedy and silence have the exact same address!

When your day is a museum of disappointments hanging from events that were outside of your control, when you find yourself flailing in an ocean of “Why is this happening to me?”, when it feels like your guardian angel put in his two week notice two months ago and just decided not to tell you, when it feels like God is just a babysitter that’s always on the phone, when you get punched in the esophagus by a fistful of life, remember that every year two million people die of dehydration so it doesn’t matter if the glass is half full or half empty, there’s water in the cup.

Drink it, and stop FUCKING complaining.

Muscle is created by repeatedly lifting things that have been designed to weigh us down. So when your shoulders feel heavy, stand up straight and lift your chin – call it exercise. When the world crumbles around you, you have to look at the wreckage and then build a new one out of the pieces that are still here.

Remember, you are still here.

The human heart beats approximately four thousand times per hour.

Each pulse, each throb, each palpitation is a trophy engraved with the words “You are still alive”...

You are still alive...

Act like it."

When you felt the sensation cool from your lips and the tip of your tongue, Bakugou's eyes were wide. His smirk had fallen. Silence filled around you, even from Midorya. Everyone has seen and heard the whole thing. Just as you were about to walk back to your table to grab your things and leave, you hear a slow clap. Then another. Then another. You turn your head to see everyone clapping and cheering. You smile a little. Bakugou steps back and walks off with a smack of his teeth.

"Tch, whatever weirdo.. " He mumbles under his breath.

You walked over to Midorya smiling and he quickly gives you a hug. "That was amazing! The way you kept firing words at kachan was incredible! I never seen him so speechless like that! " He pulls away with a smile and a blush.

"Oh hehe! It was nothing really" You say forming a blush yourself, looking away shyly.

"I'm really sorry about your notebook though. I could buy you another one and bring it to you tomorrow! "

"Oh no it's okay! I have extras at my house-"

"Nope! It's my treat." He smiles and the bell rings again, making everyone pack up and ready for the next class. Midorya grabs his bag and hands you yours. Making your way back into the building he stops you for a second. "Hey, speaking of treat, d-do you think we could both head out f-for some ice cream after school? " He says with a heavier blush and fiddles with his tie. He always did looked cute when he blushed. You smile and giggle a bit.

"I would love to.. "

(Woah hey! First fanfic done! Hope you all enjoyed that!! 🤣💕)

[sweet-soul-brotha]

On Thursday I finally got the platinum trophy for kh3. Having consumed almost everything the game had to offer I've now had time to ruminate and think about what I've consumed. While playing the game I was ecstatic having finally gotten my hands on my personal white whale. And as I played @basilouija watched and would comment on how ridiculous the game was shaping out to be. I got a bit defensive I'm not gonna lie. But having seen the game through beginning to end, a lot of those criticisms were warranted. And I can admit that now and even find issues of my own. Namely with what I assume is Disney meddling and to a slightly lesser degree the story in general.

Disney meddling

The focus for this is mainly The Kingdom of Corona and Arendelle. In the past games sora and the crew are directly involved whenever theres a recreation of the story of the source material of whatever place they were in. In Deep Jungle from KH1, Sora got to help Tarzan and Jane as they taught Tarzan, you fought alongside Tarzan as he clashed with Clayton. In KH2 on Pride Rock Sora helped Simba come to the realization that he should go back with Nala to save Pride Rock. You got to help fight and defeat Scar. But in KH3 you get none of that. Theres that one post floating around talking about that scene from the Tangled world where rapunzel is rolling down the hill, and also goofy is there. That's basically what it boils down to. You just tag along providing to real boost to the story of Tangled. Just tagging along as you watch it unfold. Many key things happen just as they happen in the movie, just with Sora Donald and Goofy in the background contributing nothing.

In the grand climax of the movie where Flynn gets stabbed and the little chameleon Fucking Murders Mother Gothel, as she falls to her death she turns into a giant fuck off boss Heartless. So nothing really changed about the story. They just tack on an extra bit in between Gothel dying and Rapunzel pulling a Pokemon: The Movie Mewtwo Strikes Back to save Flynn. Sora and Co.'s presence is completely pointless in the story.

And as for Frozen. Its summed up in the first cutscene from when you arrive. Sora sees Elsa running across the frozen sea from like a mile away. And he proceeds to be a mile away from every major event in the story (except for an entirely unnecessary rendition of "Let It Go" than no one really wanted). And the kicker is they dont even properly introduce Hans as the villain. After you end up getting your ass kicked by the giant ice golem Elsa made named Marshmallow in a scripted battle, you wake up from your fall from a 800 ft. cliff to see some dude with reddish-brown hair carrying Elsa over his shoulder back to Arendelle. Then you see Marshmallow following them slowly like a sad puppy calling out for Elsa. He joins your party like five minutes before the boss fight, to help save Elsa. Then you run into Christoph who explains to Sora that Anna got hit in the heart by Elsa's ice magic. Something that was shown but Sora wasnt even remotely nearby for, removing him even further from the story. Then once you finally catch up to Han's and Elsa, Sora is running across the ice to them half a mile away. Hans swings his sword to kill Elsa and Anna blocks it with her frozen body. For some reason his sword explodes and throws I'm back, where he lays unconscious and slowly sinks into a puddle of Darkness. Sora hops into the puddle of Darkness (because why not), and fights the Garurumon knockoff that is Hans' Heartless.

In both of these decent sized chunks of the game it feels like Square wasnt allowed to fully insert their characters into the story. In previous games Goofy, Sora and Donald were featured players in the stories adapted for the game. They interacted with the main characters, they were acknowledged by the villains, they helped progress the story. But here it seemed Disney were incredibly protective of these IPs, dictating what could and couldn't be changed. Seemingly not giving Square the freedom that they were allowed with the other IPs.

Disney is an empire. I understand why they would be protective of their larger IPs. Frozen alone has probably made 3 times as much and KH3 will. But by letting Square use their golden goose, yet severely hampering their ability to do what they wanted to with it did nothing but kneecap the experience. Its not like it would have confused people as to what actually happened in the source material. If you impose so many restrictions that the end result looks like the script was thrown in a blender with a picture of Sora, then shouldn't you go back to the drawing board?

2. The fist two thirds of the game are completely poinless.

At the start of the game Sora is told he must regain the power he lost from almost getting Norted, and also to attain the Power of Awakening. He goes to visit Hercules at Olympus, only to learn jack shit and then puddle about the universe hoping that the Power of Awakening falls into his lap. (Spoiler alert: it does) but that happens just before the final act. He spends the rest of the game just showing up to some place, getting wrapped up (sometimes loosely) in the plot of a Disney film, and getting taunted by everyone in The Organization. He does basically nothing of importance to the main story until the Power of Awakening shows up because it was inside him all along and all he had to do was beleive. I kept playing wondering when he would make a break through and chase The Organization through the last handful of Disney worlds trying to thwart their plan before it even starts. But no. He just runs around like a well meaning but confused puppy, until Riku is in trouble.

3. Everyone is just constantly shitting on Sora.

Everyone, and I mean EVERYONE, in the main cast talks shit about Sora to his face. Yen Sid is constantly calling him a failure because he was tricked into almost getting Norted. Donald is always talking shit anyways but he turns it up to 11 for this game, Riku even joins in a time or two. Even Pete talks some shit, Pete of all people. The useless comedic relief villain. Goofy is the only one I respect because he usually says something nice to Sora after someone talks shit about him.

All of that said, I do love this game. Parts of it may be trash but I dont care. I waited thirteen years for this and I knew I would live up to the thirteen years of hype buildup. The endgame hit all of the right notes, the gameplay itself was fun, and everyone got the happy ending they deserved.

So now that I’m for the most part done with kh3, and had time to come down from playing it nonstop for almost a week, I have opinions.

[sillyfudgemonkeys]

this is pretty late but I'm wondering: What made you hate Nier Automata after Route A? I'm curious 'cause I usually hear folks say that Route B fleshes out the world and events of Automata, and that the real story doesn't start until Route C

Uhhhhhggggggg tbh I pushed it so far outta my mind I chose to forget about it (and DRV3, sadly ZTD is still in my head....probably cause I only played a little so it wasn’t like I had to retain more than I needed to). I don’t wanna think about it so I’ll try to keep it short.

I dunno, I thought the world was empty and repetitive, there wasn’t much to do, the routes were too short. 2B and 9S were boring as all hell after awhile (I like the O people and our robot buddies better as well as some side characters). Speaking of side characters they didn’t really flesh them out, they’re just freaking there. I was hoping they’d flesh out even 2B or 9S more but they didn’t. 9S was a whiny little baby (which only bothered me by the time I got to Route C I think). The humans not being real was easy to call, even if you hadn’t played the other games. I don’t like how I had to collect a bunch of side items for the game to expand on and explain shit to me. 

A2 was the only main character I actually liked (around Route B I started to dislike the game, but held out for this route cause I knew I got to play her.....and then I found out I had to play as 9S too ahhhrrrggghh), probably cause she was an angry baby and she interested me when I first saw her (HATED how they don’t go into her more in the other routes). And cause she reminds me of Kaine (who was the first character of Nier I was introduced to and was def my kind of character, haven’t played regular Nier yet), probably cause apparently it is hinted she is based of Kaine (tho if that’s the case why isn’t she voiced by Laura Bailey????).

Also Adam and Eve were the most interesting villains of the game and we just kill them off half way through. Not a fan of that (one of the reasons I refuse to watch any more Luke Cage cause of what they did in Season 1, even tho I actually finished that whole season I should’ve stopped half way through tbh). 

I think I was suppose to feel bad for the robots, but as soon as I as I saw them in the desert (when Adam/Eve were born or whatever) I actually got a feeling of such squick that I didn’t care I just wanted them dead and gone. I did like the ones in Pascal’s village, but it didn’t make up for the desert scene. So when they all died I was like “oh man I hope A2′s not sad cause I think she’s gonna be sad” rather than feel sad for the robots or Pascal. 

I just hated the writing in general, just felt.....lacking substance I guess (it’s been awhile tbh so don’t @ me on the writing cause I don’t care for this game at all, I’m refusing to acknowledge its existence any further). Tbh as an introduction to Yoko Taro, it really made me get off on the wrong foot and makes me hate him as a writer. But I will keep my mind open as I go backwards into Nier PS3 and Drakengard or whatever. Cause maybe it was just Automata that pissed me off (it didn’t piss me off during route A, it was more “Ok I know there are other routes, maybe there’s more!” and while I didn’t love the game it was just....fine....and then it went downhill)

(btw while I don’t wanna hear any defense or just anything on Automata, you can tell me stuff about Nier PS3 and Drakengard cause I will give those a fair shot, I just don’t wanna indulge in anymore Automata as much as I can.....and I don’t want to salty up the fandom with my salt, thus I stay away and everyone is happy! :D

of course if Automata 2 comes out....and there’s a trophy list.....what can I say I’m a trophy whore who will play games I don’t like just for the plat but that’s neither here nor there nor is it new news XP and I probs won’t talk about it much anyway other than if I thought it was better than 1 or not but even then I dunno)

So yeah sorry for my salt, I try not to talk about things I hate on here, except for P5....cause I can’t escape P5 (cause P5 is special as it’s part of a video game universe I love thus I must indulge in it so I know more about the universe even if I don’t want to cause I don’t like the game and thus I’m in a catch 22 orz)....but I can escape Automata and DRV3 and ZTD....and so I do.