#ill probably fix this up and make it look nice later

[tearsofcalamity]

(mechanic!reader) cw // blowjob, overstim, robotfucking!! keep in mind I have 0 mechanical knowledge this is just me spitballing

boothill glitches & overheats when he's overstimulated!

it's not super obvious at first, what with going down on him and all, your eyes are kind of downcast as you focus on licking up and down his synthetic cock - the one you'd given him. it feels just as good, better, even, than a regular human's, and you'd made sure to up his sensitivity to touch extra for your little night with him.

his little huffs and pants are quite delicious, trying so hard to fight off the noises that are bubbling in his throat, but he can't help but let off a sharp whine when your tongue drags right beneath his tip, metal hands nearly gouging into the metal examination table beneath him.

"d-darlin', d-did you-" he's just about to figure out your little tinkering with his sense of touch when you wrap your lips around his tip and suck hard, your hand gliding up and down his shaft, aided with the residual slick left behind by your wandering mouth.

"ngh- mmnh! fudge, fudge, fudge!" ah, he curses in his mind that you were so willing to give him all these lovely upgrades, but you weren't quite as eager to fix the 'hilarious' problem with his synesthesia beacon.

he gets as close to cumming as a cyborg can, no liquid spurting from the tip but the heat from his metal body and the way his face tenses, then relaxes, making it all too clear he's reached his climax.

but you don't stop.

"h-hey, sugar? I j-just- oh, god, mmmh-" he can barely get the words out as you go in again, just as enthusiastic, if not even more so than before.

your tongue sliding back over his cock was absolute heaven, but also - man, was it also torture. he was already nearly at the edge again, his fingers actually making divots in the metal of the table this time. if boothill could swear, the words would be pouring out of his lips, but he settles on biting down on his lip instead, drawing some of that blue blood he's now been built with.

"h-honey? s-sugar, fudge, ahh, ahhh! I ca-ca-can't-!"

you look up at that, noticing the way he's stuttering, stammering more than usual even when he's overwhelmed. his lip is twitching, almost as if he's going to cry, but then you see his arm spasm unusually, jerking to the side when you get in one last little kitten lick on his aching cock.

he came again.

his face was utterly debauched, and he stared you down with a look of utter shock, his jaw twitching a bit as he tried to think of the words to say. you reach up to cup his cheek, your other hand landing on his abdomen, which results in you quickly pulling away with a sharp hiss.

he was burning up!

"darlin', I'm so-so-so-so-" he jittered out, the voicebox in his throat malfunctioning from the heat. he reaches a working hand up to grasp his throat, his lips moving but the sound not quite working in sync with them.

you paused, watching the way he glitched about, and then began to laugh. boothill shot you a betrayed look, but you just sighed with a smile and grabbed your tools, pulling over your swivel chair.

"okay, this'll be a lesson learned for upping your sensitivity next time."

"I k-k-k-knew it!"

"yes, yes. can't have your wires frying every time we fuck, love."

[hellyeahsickaf]

The way addicts and chronically ill people are dehumanized is so exhausting

The normalization of this shit in medical and casual settings is genuinely mind boggling. Addicts and disabled people go through so much bullshit. I've dealt with many fucked up doctors when I just needed help

I had a kidney infection, some months back. This is always extremely medically urgent, and I was likely only hours from sepsis. I went to the hospital reporting my pain to be a 9/10. 9 because my 10 was gallstones. I experienced severe malpractice at the hospital and the doctor reported exams that never occured and false information while making me wait with nothing more than tylenol to hold me over (didn't touch the pain) and bring my fever down but that's a whole other story

They did however, deny me the pain medication I needed until it was time to go home. I'm deathly allergic to NSAIDS, but that's something an addict might say so they witheld pain relief because they'd rather me suffer just in case I'm a different kind of sick. An entire night, maybe 6 hours in the ER and they couldn't give me anything, not a small dose of morphine or one norco even a few hours prior to take the edge off of the pain while I was curled up shaking and crying. Just in case I was an addict looking for my fix, and my suffering was just withdrawals and good acting. In that case maybe I deserved it and should be denied my humanity. God forbid in that case I'm so desperate to alleviate unbearable withdrawals that I spend all night in the ER crying. Not the first time I've experienced red tape just to get relief from excruciating pain

But whatever. As per protocol I was asked to follow up with my pcp. So a few days later I called to set an appointment, but I'd also run out of norco and desperate to relieve the pain I asked if I could be filled even enough for a few days, until the pain was bearable. I had difficulty walking, laying down, and I again, can't take most pain relievers. The receptionist was nice and understanding, actually got me in touch with the doctor because she wanted me to be able to get my refill. Probably heard the pain in my voice even. She believed me

She transfers me over to the doctor and I tell him I'd like a follow up and ask if he could fill my painkillers. I would've acceped a no from him, I just needed my follow up. He asked about my condition, I told him my diagnosis and how much pain I was in

And he laughed.

Got a real hoot out of it, like he had me all figured out. Like he caught me trying to cheat the system. I must be trying to get high or make some money with a few days worth of norco as i'm nearly in tears from the pain even while calling

He tells me through his laughter "I don't prescribe painkillers for 'kidney infections'" saying it with a mocking emphasis on those words, as if I'd said "stubbed toe". Follows with "Yeah haha, bye." and hangs up on me. No follow up like I called for. Needless to say I no longer have a pcp but truly if he thought I was an addict trying to take advantage of him he should have still treated me professionally. Maybe not cackled when I said my pain was excruciating for a start

I just don't understand why the hell so many doctors can be so apathetic to people's suffering. Addicts deserve better and so do disabled people- whether you think they're addicts or not. The assumption that we're lying, trying to trick them and are feigning pain to do it is disgusting, listening to your patients is so important. And if that were the case they could have some sympathy and ask themselves what it would take for someone to go those lengths, take such drastic measures and go through that trouble to obtain those substances.

Addiction is not a moral failing. Many disabled and chronically ill people unfortunately rely on medications that have addictive properties. About 80% of heroin addicts first misused prescription drugs. However only about 4-6% of those addicted to prescription drugs switch to things like heroin. And instead of help or compassion for people who just need help (addicts or not), they just figure we're one in the same and treat us like subhuman degenerates, leeches on society. And I think people need to change how they view addiction. Doctors need to change how they view addiction

[elvisslut]

Affairs and tears❥

// warnings for entire series- strong language, affairs (obviously), broken marriages, mentions of tom Parker (ew), smut (Elvis trying to get into readers pants, fingering, oral (m! And f! Receiving), handjobs, angry sex, angsty sex, back clawing, Elvis’s dick will probably bleed at some point, mentions of him fucking Priscilla(..no comment),moaning and ect.), fighting, yelling, punching things (not the reader elvis is NOT abusive)//

watching him move on stage with such a passion, and messing with the crowd an the band. It all made your feelings deepen, especially when he gave you attention on stage or off stage either way it made your heart throb with desire and desperation in a way.

You and Charlie sat in the room that lead to the stage warming up your vocals for the concert that was about to start. A slam on the door notioned that the boys were here. Elvis came tackling sonny into the room once the door was opened the others following close behind.

You softly smiled looking over at Elvis from the edge of your paper that had the lyrics on it. You put your attention back to the paper as Charlie got up and went to Elvis involving himself in whatever the guys were doing.

Quickly reading over the paper to get what you need, setting the paper down and getting up making your way to the door and towards the stage. You walked up set the water bottles up for everyone and positioned the microphones the way they needed.

"What'd ya doin'?" A very familiar southern accent bellowed from the steps of the stage, you look over and smile at Elvis as he made his way up and towards you.

"I'm just getting everything set up" you say looking back at the microphone that you were fixing. "Ain't that a job for the people that set up the stage?" He asks chuckling, his arm brushed against yours, you didn't know he'd made his way over here already but it felt nice even if it wasn't a genuine touch from him you simply felt like it was something.

Anything from him was something, a simple breath or gaze your way would have you falling in the floor.

"I suppose so yeah..but i like to do it..gives me something to do" you answer with a soft laugh. He nods and leans over to fix one of the inspirations microphones his hand presses against your exposed waist for balance. Your breath halts and your body almost stops.

Sure he's hugged you before and gave you some friendly touches that was before you knew how you felt about him. How you felt..for a married man..as a married woman. "How's Priscilla? I haven't seen her in a few days." You ask pulling yourself away from his touch subconsciously as you thought about Priscilla and Oliver.

"Shes good, bit busy watching lisa. How's..uhm..your husband?" He asks looking back at you with a light smile on his lips. "Oliver.. he's good, spending some time in North Dakota with his family. He'll be back in a few weeks." You say looking down and messing with your ring, which didn't go unnoticed.

"Ya missin' him?" He asks a slight frown crossing his features. You nod hesitantly, you didn't miss him. That was the problem, your husband whom you've been married to for a little over 5 years. You didn't miss, not one bit. You actually preferred him to stay in North Dakota. He didn't talk to you much there and you could spend more time around Elvis. Most of that time was spent with Charlie who you got real close with.

"Yeah..i miss cilla' and lisa a whole lot too." He says in a comforting tone. "Yeah its hard being away for so long" you look up at his eyes your breath being pushed out of your lungs as you see how blue they are, and how close they are.

"Yeah" he agrees, his eyes scan over your face stopping at your lips for a moment before you look away your cheeks rosey.

"So..whats..what do you plan on doing after the show?" You ask nervously. You probably just missed your chance to kiss Elvis, but it was definitely for the best.

"Its 'bout time to so i best head back.. ill..talk to ya later y/n" he says before leaving back to the side of the stage. If there's anymore moments like that one. You know this will be hard, you know you won't be able to control yourself the next time it happens.

The only problem was, oliver and Priscilla..

[vesuvianhermitcrabs]

The Arcana Characters Eating Some Weird Shit

(Consists of: Nadia, Portia, Muriel, and about one sentence of Lucio at the very end)

Nadia

Asra dragged her into the marketplace one day and handed her a steaming hot dish of... something

The something on the paper plate was a strange gelatinous cube with large suspicious looking flakes inside

Just looking at it she was panicking

Is she really willing to ingest this? Is this what her subjects eat regularly? Does she need to fix that...?

She bravely grabs her cutlery and, with a skaky hand, takes off the corner and goes to place it delicately in her mouth

Oh dear, she's not fully sure she can do this

She does not

Needless to say, Nadia has officially learned her lesson, and that is Asra doesn't know what food is

From that day onwards, she denies any food Asra offers her. Actually she might never eat street food again

Trust issues from this point onwards

Portia

It all started when Nadia wanted to thank her for being such an amazing staff member

She wanted to treat Portia to a meal of sorts, but didn't want to simply order it for her. No, she wanted to do something more personal

So Nadia cooked for Portia

Portia sat down, curious to see what the countess had in store

She smiled excitedly as Nadia placed a meal in front of her and–

As she saw what was on the plate, a realization hit Portia like a freight train

Nadia has never needed to cook in her life

She's not sure if the food(?) is burnt or raw, and if you're wondering what it was, so was she

Panic bubbled up in her throat as she looked up into Nadia's serene, beaming face

Not wanting to be rude, Portia began shovelling the entire thing into her face, not bothering to breathe or chew more than strictly nessecary

Unsurprisingly this didn't end well and she started choking

Nadia no longer cooks

Muriel

As a kid he ate a lot of strange and concerning shit

However, as an adult he quite likes the luxury of being able to make himself consistent, boring, nutritional meals that won't make him violently ill, so you probably won't see him eat anything too strange

...unless you make it

One fateful evening, you were finishing making a stew. Muriel was out chopping wood and wouldn't be back until a little later, so you decided to do something nice for him and bake a batch of lemon biscuits for dessert

The stew was gently simmering over the stove as you finished up mixing the batter

While this happened, Innana walked over to you and sat on your feet in hopes of getting a munch

You lifted a piece of meat out of the pot, holding it so that it cooled before you gave it to Innana

Unfortunately she took this as a sign to leap up and grab it, which resulted in her flying paws knocking the bowl of batter into the soup

The stew had turned lumpy and thick with flour, the batter had begun to sink and separate into the pot

You chose to make something else for dinner, so you left to get new ingredients

While you were gone, Muriel must have had a serving of the battersoup thinking you had already eaten (due to your absence)

He trusts you to cook using safe ingredients and will probably ingest whatever you make him no matter what it is

You walk in on him having a second bowl

Lucio

He'll eat weird shit if he makes it himself and that's on hubris cunt

[stitchwraith-stingers]

(some-what of) an analysis on patty possom(?)

inspired by this post on the PE-AZ yes this episode is my fave yes i unironically love patty yes i was a fnaf kid yes i am utterly deranged

some of these r incoherent because its midnight and i wanna post this as fast as possible before i go to bed and wake up at the crack at dawn

yayyy patty ^_^

one of the first things ive noticed post becoming alive like the next frankeinstine is that her eye wasnt fixed by the mechanics, which as ill discuss later imply a sort of negligence (? i think) to the properly, i however dgaf and like to interperate this as her having a lazy eye <3

she seems to be a genuially nice person!!!! um . i dont know how to continue this paragrapth pretend theres something here thats interesting

imagine being born into the world and already having a dreadful fear of being abandoned. crazy, mustve impacted her very hard

though this probably means it gave her fake memories or she was already sorta vaugely away of whats happening?? like psudo sentient?? if that makes sense, how the hell do you know this girl, you havent BEEN to the devils sacrament

the way she goes about it and the ending shows that she has no clue on how to socialize or their cues at all, or just cuz of the pov its intentionally shown as more creepy (which it probably is, you could hear her go "where r u going :(" in a sad tone), shes a massive werido and i love her for that

point is, shes nice but has no idea how to say "nooo dont leave me haha" normally cuz she just appeared 2 seconds ago with no idea of proper communication, does that make sense..... help

heres the thing i love about this the most, shes at the end of the ep shes seen dragging background character #47 in the same tone of voice and hes seen uncomfortable. PAN TO THE NEXT SLIDE IN WHICH THEY SEEM OK IN THEIR PRESENCE

LIKE . THE GUY JUST ACCEPTS HER HAND TO HOLD WHEN SHES SHOCKED..... THEY R BESTIES AND IM TIRED OF PPL OVERLOOKING IT, and the fact that i dont think we get to see him again (cuz they couldnt fit him anywhere in the background? i think) makes it better for me, balding old guy notices furry twice his size scared of being left alone so he decides to stay here just for her.... MANNN

the general area

lets see, were right off the bat were introduced to a good few places, the fun tunnels, the game zone, a claw machine thats rigged, the place with the signature snack which i wont go over because thats kinda of its own gag but its sticky and probably unhealthy, and the main stage

i assume the fun tunnels are made with a holograpthic effect inuniverse, and i think theres some LED lights in there to make it glow, i was going to say its polyethylene plastic but i dont think that exists google stock photos lied to me, also not related but it looks like a horrible spray paint job was done on this thing lol

also acording to the lyrics theres supposed to be 3 more members, a raccoon, cat and turtle . i dont think we see craggle in photo though rip (if theyre not a sphyinx ill be dissapointed), tyrone seems to have a 60's? aesthetic going on, rascal has a punk aesthetic going on and patty has a more modern aesthetic ? i think, the spiked collar is throwing me off

from winns dialouge in the start implying that they havent been here in a good while ("when i was little" ur in 5th grade) and the fact that their instruments are still there, then this was probably a recent desicion, or atleast long enough for a 10 y/o that hasnt been here in awhile to be upset by this and for patty to be immediatly spawned in with abandonment issues

along with a rigged claw machine and the snack i think it implies that the people over there who own this establishment are probably really cheap, and the fact that the PRAMBY snack is really sticky is definatly going to cause some health issues down the line, something something fazbear entertainment

oh and also, theres like a split second frame where this shows up, obviously its just there as a morbid joke but atleast it shows us this establishment is atleast old enough to have someones decaying body be bone by now, which after writing that makes me sound stupid because skeletonization might not take as long as i thought it would ("3 weeks to several years" depending on the surroundings)

whoever was there seemed to have been stuck for 25 days at least and has gone undetected, which means this place is linked to one unsolved missing persons case and they dont have a clue (most likely), also theres ballpit balls inside this thing i fucking guess?? theres no actual ballpit in the place idk what this kid was doing

i have tried to make up a map of how the place looks but im always bad with rooms ? and i had to take a fewwww small creative liberties with this cuz i couldnt figure out where theyd be but close enough👍👍

[grimescum]

it's been great seeing your walter posts in the hellsing tag 🫡 do you have any head-canons to share?

GEHEUEHEHUEEHHEE THANK YOU KIND ANON!!!!! hum... i think i already made a post about this on my older blog? but i dont really wanna find it + its probably really old so... here :o3 some new and some old just for u

- i Do Not like the depictions of walter where he's, like, a genuinely sick in the head and fucked up individual. it just seems grossly extreme to me. different strokes for different folks though

that being said, i do agree he's definitely not well. i think he has bpd,, mostly out of me projecting and what not but also because i think it just makes sense. growing up distanced from the people around you and not receiving proper emotional support does that to a mf

he's got a facade up damn near all the time. inoffensive, orderly, agreeable, prim and proper. not to manipulate the people around him for his own gain, but because he knows thats what other people want. anything less and he'd be a bad butler, and therefore, effectively useless

- not really a hc since this is just kind of a fact? but ill say it here because its what draws me to him the most: he's afraid of being rendered useless.

- he's not an emotional guy. i dont think he feels much most days. all his smiles are about as fake as the teeth he would've needed if he went on for much longer. i think he's been somewhat resigned to his fate for a while now, but that doesn't stop him from thinking what if every now and again

- he certainly is a jealous little bitch but he keeps that inside. if he ever got therapy he'd need like explosives and shit to properly get all of that pent up emotion out

- ^^ i think thats why he gets a bit sadistic when fighting others. its just a way to vent all that frustration

- i dont think he had many plans, if any at all, to turn on hellsing. he definitely had thoughts, but i think it all caught up to him one night and he just decided it was too much, and that he had nothing to lose that he wouldn't lose later on. either he lives an unremarkable existence in the shadow of alucard or tries to surpass that (he didnt) (he failed) (lol). ties into my bpd headcanon with impulsivity being a symptom

- he would've loved to have been a father at some point but has since abandoned it for many reasons. seras is about the closest he has to a daughter and the most he's opened up to someone emotionally, but he still keeps himself at an arms length.

- i like to think he grew out his hair at some point during the 80s for a mullet but liked having it long

- i also think he'd be big on rock when he was younger!! he tried it at first just because it was popular, but he found that it really spoke to him. i don't think he's much of a music guy outside of that though. maybe some jazz

- he is an incredibly lonely individual, as is expected of a butler. he can handle flirting somewhat but the idea of someone being genuinely attracted to him for who he is turns him into a sappy old-fashioned loverboy

- former christian. he still thinks there is a god (evidenced by vampires obviously) but that god has not been very kind to him to lead him down this path so why gaf

- very meticulous about keeping up his appearance. not a serious headcanon but its funny to imagine him up all night plucking each and every grey hair out of his head. if not just to look as presentable as possible, then it also helps his confidence. its nice to know that his apprarance is one of the few things he has control over

- speaking of which ??? i think hes confident.. but only in the persona he's made for himself yk. not in the real him who's body could fail him anytime. not the human part of him.

- not good at taking compliments but loves them. praise him too much and too often and you'd finally see him emotional i think. really, letting this man know that his worth is not defined by how useful he is to others would fix him

- i think his monocle is both for appearances and because he's got a bum eye, trying to hide it in a way that fits

- poor guy doesn't sleep well most nights. his morning tea, if he's able to have any, is highly caffeinated (i dont think he'd be that much of a coffee guy- not to mention the whole tea drinking thing is befitting of a british butler, so he'd roll with it)

- i'm on my period... so.... like.... i'm going to get a little freaky on main rn (feel free to skip over this, its nothing explicit) but i get So Sick of people seeing him as the daddy dom archetype. like yea older man ouuuu i have daddy issues oauauuu choke me whatever but i'm more inclined to think that he'd actually too insecure about his ability to please his partner to be that way. atleast, not without some sort of affirmation.

again, different strokes for different folks, but like. he is bordering 70. he grew up in the 1930s. i cannot be the only one who thinks this. or maybe i'm just a huge pervert idk (yes ❤️)

- in a similar vein, i'm glad that i havent seen any fanart of him muscular because i would be so mad but in the most respectful way possible – this man is, like, rail thin. i do think he does a decent amount of exercise when he can so its not like he's not a pile of bones. i'll admit that i've maybe drawn him a bit too skinny in the past though

ok my pain meds r kicking in and making me sleepy... if some things r kinda incoherent thats why. THANK U AGAIN ANON!!!

[inkywarden]

This is a long one (fr sorry in advance) but it seems I can't quite put this out of my mind. I've never really listened to One Direction, even if I as a now 32 year old, probably was in the main target audience. I never got the hype, or much more likely, I never attempted to get the hype. I remember seeing them everywhere, and since I do have eyes, I noticed they were good looking boys. I also remember (silently mind you, I was much too edgy for 1D at this point) quickly finding my fav. He looked kind, he had a nice laugh and kind eyes. He was gorgeous, with the kind of smile I fear I will never see again. Tbh I have gone until last week without listening to, or even thinking much about 1d since. I do remember him though, Liam. I've seen him in the news, on social media, and again since I do have eyes, I noticed how the boy with the beautiful smile turned in to a very, very (like extremly??? hello?) handsome man. A man who still had the most genuine, contagious smile. A smile that always spread to his eyes. That was pretty much it for my knowledge of this band, and this man, until last week.

I saw it in the news, and it made no sense to me. How did we go from there to here? I felt.. something, still unsure what exactly. I later saw my old university post a memorial type post about him on facebook. My old university being the University of Wolverhampton, where I graduated as an illustrator in 2015. That's two things, two coincidences that weirdly made me feel more connected to this stranger. The unexplained, undefined feelings I was having suddenly felt heavier. This is when I hyperfixated and consumed just about everything there is to consume about this band, and this man. I'm still not a 1D fan, but I can now, after all these years say I get it. I've seen and read so much about this man and his life now, ups and downs. In the end, tragically, it seemed to be most of the latter in later years.

Most notably, and this actually broke my heart, I noticed how that genuine, beautiful smile that used to spread across his entire face, at some point stopped reaching his eyes. This is sad, it is tragic, and it is infuriating.

The time leading up to, and the aftermath both - the takes i'm seeing out here is wild and lacking in nuance. It feels like everything always is weighed in extremes, and it is neither fair or realistic. I dont know if I feel this way due to my own personal experiences and struggles with mental health, substance and/or alcohol abuse, or if its because this is the field I am soon graduating (career change dw) to work in, and I see many of these issues close up daily. These issues are things I would argue always goes hand in hand, and it is a never a choice one makes. It is a disease. I will never have anything in common with internet people today, and I will never understand this. Whatever the reasons. I will not speculate further. What I choose to believe in and live by is whatever the circumstance, people suffering from these issues deserve some grace. It is hard, constantly, and every day. No one chooses to stay in this illness, and even if they do manage to get out, it is almost impossible to stay out.

Whatever people have done, that is still just an aspect of a whole. A single line on a piece of paper, a small piece of a bigger, much more complex picture. We are more than the worst thing we have ever done. I have to believe this, both for my own sake and for the sake of others. Life is not black and white, it exists in shades of grey.

I am confused about the range of feelings i've experienced over this, and I'm still unsure why I'm affected to this degree but here we are.

I am sad, I am frustrated, I am disappointed and I am angry. Most of all my heart breaks for Liam, who never got the chance to get better, heal, and find his smile again. I also feel actual despair at the thought of this man, that young boy, passing away thinking the world hates him. There's no fixing that now. He is gone. Please, I beg you to be kinder next time. Show some compassion. Give some grace, be kind or at the very least be quiet.

I'm not even sure why I felt the need to post this, as I mentioned before I never had a horse in this race. The only opinion I ever settled on before this last week was that if I, in an alternate universe was a Directioner, I would be a Liam girly. It appears, after all these years, I still am. I dont know what comes when life ends, but I hope you find your smile again. Whatever else, you deserved so much more than this. You were a complex piece, but still so, so beautiful.

You meant so much to so many, and I wish you could have known that in the end.

Rest in peace, Liam. 🎤🎨💙

[heidi891]

Rewatching ML Season 1

Stormy Weather: I’ve totally forgotten that Chat Noir can see in the dark.

The Bubbler: We can see a bit of Gabriel’s abuse. Adrien mentions that his father gave him a pen for his birthday three times in a row, and we know Emilie died several months ago, so Gabriel didn’t become a neglectful parent after Emilie’s death. I think that Emilie was ill for a long time and Gabriel’s A+ parenting started long before her death. Adrien probably pretended to his ill mother that everything was fine.

Timebreaker: Chat Noir sacrifices himself for Ladybug.

The Pharaoh: It basically tells us Gabriel’s plan: to make a magical human sacrifice to bring back his dead wife. (And Ladybug stops him from doing that every time.)

Mr Pigeon: It’s funny that Marinette doesn’t find it suspiscious that both Chat Noir and Adrien are allergic to feathers.

Lady WiFi: Adrien doesn’t seem thrilled with Alya’s idea that Chloé is Ladybug.

The Evilustrator: There’s a bit of Marichat! And a little sign of Adrienette as Adrien tries to impress Marinette and is interested in her reaction to Chat Noir, unlike Chloé’s.

Rogercop: The Burguois’ are terrible.

Horrificator: Adrien is annoyed with Chloé and pulls away from her when she tries to kiss him, but he has nothing against kissing Marinette. Why does Juleka keep fixing his make-up?!

Dark Cupid: Adrien writing a love poem is funny. And he sacrifices himself again for Ladybug.

The Origins - Part 1: Cool episode, no particular thoughts.

The Origins - Part 2: I think it was Nathalie who convinced Gabriel to let Adrien go to school.

Copy Cat: —

The Mime: There’s a short Ladrien moment.

Princess Fragrance: —

Darkblade: Adrien is so happy that Marinette decided to run for class president, so I think that later he’s messing with her when he says that he’ll vote for her if she gives a good speech.

Animan: Adrien helping Nino date Marinette is sweet. Could Nino have a crush on Marinette because Adrien’s been talking how awesome she is? Chat Noir looks at Marinette’s family photo with fascination. Apparently he has very good hearing.

Simon Says: Many Ladrien moments and another bit of Gabriel’s abuse. Gabriel realises his son could be Chat Noir, flies like a butterfly (that’s not related) and hugs Adrien.

Pixelator: Adrien is stuck with Chloé and is clearly uncomfortable with her constantly grabbing his arm.

Guitar Villain: Adrien putting Chloé in the lift is hilarious.

The Gamer: Marinette and Adrien are finally spending some time together and Marinette gives him her lucky bracelet. Poor Adrien just wants to eat something, but Marinette doesn’t let him. He says Marinette has nice parents (unlike him, as we know). Chat Noir shows off a bit before Marinette. Just after she claims that he’s selfish, he helps some civilians.

Reflekta: I’ve heard opinions that Adrien is enabling Chloé and he is not, he has no power over her. She doesn’t listen to him and just wants him as her trophy boyfriend. Whatever Adrien has been doing during his photo sessions, it hasn’t involved wearing high-heeled shoes.

Puppeteer: Gabriel is Akumatising children now. Chat Noir is yet again possessed by the villain.

Antibug: Chloé’s had one helpful moment and now Adrien is happy that Marinette isn’t as hostile towards her as she used to be. I think it shows Adrien’s way of thinking in general. Gabriel hugged him once, so he couldn’t be a bad father, could he?

Kung Food: Marinette and Adrien are again spending time together. Adrien suspects that Chloé could have spoilt the soup and later mocks her. Good for him.

Volpina: I didn’t remember that Lila appeared in season 1. I think that she’s never cared about Adrien and he’s just a means to an end. I like how Adrien starts talking to Ladybug like he was Chat Noir and then realises that he shouldn’t be talking like that as Adrien. Marinette should now be convinced that whenever Adrien is stressed out, he takes a shower. Instead of a beret, she should later give him a towel. Adrien says that his father’s anger is worse than fighting Hawk Moth.

Next: Rewatching ML Season 2

[oh-cosmia]

12, 17, 19 <3

hiiiii alex <333

12. a trope you’re really into right now

haha well im gonna interpret "right now" as something i got into recently... dragon romance (YOU KNOW). also doomed friendship/friends-to-enemies arcs. does "the banality of evil" count as a trope?

17. talk about your writing and editing process

**OUGH**

okay so uhhhh for fic specifically its like. if its a new fic or a oneshot i write down a really rough summary like, i just ramble in my word doc as if i was telling someone this outline. sometimes if i already rambled about fic ideas in someone's dm's ill just copy paste it and use that as an outline. this was basically how me and mal wrote the outline for wedding fic, and also i did this with me and liz's dms when i first drafted solo au. and then i just start writing and keep fleshing out the outline till its done.

if its a chapter in a longer or ongoing work, like db:

prewriting; i need to know what main events happen in this chapter and also what key information is dropped. in chapter 11, something big happens, the steward shows up! thats something thats gonna build up to something in future chapters, so it was necessary to introduce it now. another big thing happens, when min encounters a denizen whose suffering he was complicit in. those are the big things that Have to happen, but then also in between that i want to drop some pieces of information that will become relevant in later chapters. when i get an idea for something gay i will find a way to work it in-- like, i didn't Need to make min kabedon ryan in ch11, but i had a vision. i had a dream. i did that for ME

writing; okay so first i lay down . then at 9-11pm i write in stimuwrite and then copy it into a word document later. then i lay down some more. if im REALLY feelin wild and i get into a groove i just keep writing till i pass out at 2 or 3 am. sometimes i go to my favorite cafe if i need to Lock In. writing is just mostly cleaning up and expanding on my outline. when i know generally what the trajectory of the chapter is and what stuff i need to make happen, everything else i kind of make up on the spot, like, the car settings and denizens are based off of whatever ideas or images were interesting to me recently. if i see an opportunity for fun banter or interactions i'll just throw it in. if i think of something funny or gay i'll put it in too. idgaf

editing; most fun part. so first i lay down. then i get up and look at a random scene of the wip. i edit it a bit. then i lay down. then i review the whole thing and fix any obvious #cringe moments or typos or fucked up syntax. then i lay down. then i edit some more until i can bear to show someone else

peer review. i show my trusted friends the fruits of my labors. they tell me if the vibes are off. they leave comments on my docs and reactions that help me gauge if my intentions/tone came through the writing. also frankly showing my friends a wip is nice bc the writing process can be very lonely and its a good motivator to show people and get amped up to finish

illustration; i've probably been sketching ideas up till this point, but i usually pick scenes if they're either important enough to the plot that i want to give an extra "oomph" to the moment, or if i just really have a strong image in my brain during a scene.

publish it. lay down again. sleep for a week. start thinking abt the next chapters

[partyanimal167]

Nice Rides- Kidd x F!Reader

And we're back! My bike is giving me shit right now which reminded me of this little fic that I haven't continued yet. I'll take Pearl (my bike) to shop later this week, so for now, we're going to pretend everything is perfect lol.

I need to write more Kid. He's so fun and spicy.

CW: black fem reader in mind, modern au, fluff, bubbly reader, light instances of misogyny, motorcycle stuff

Kid stood still with arms crossed and a deep scowl planted on his face. He wasn't sure what his role was in all of this, but he was fine with watching from a distance as people approached you and chatted away.

You cleaned up your bike for the show. It was glossy white with purple lights accenting the body. Your cat helmet chilled on the seat, and you talked eagerly with your hands--heart cutouts on your riding gloves visibe and the reason for your odd tan lines.

Kid didn't bother bringing in his old chopper for the event. He had a decent enough car parked elsewhere; he just tagged along quietly. Kid grumbled to himself mostly as old men pointed from far seeming to crack jokes and not take you seriously.

It pissed him off.

"Oh, there's a vendor I wanna go peek at real quick. I'll be back Kid!" you waved off before going to the tent area.

Kid grunted in response and looked around the grassy field--unsure of what to do with himself. He was surprised that you actually hit him up about the show. When he arrived, you just finished polishing off your ride and beamed at the mechanic before giving him a big hug.

Kid appeared calm as you rambled on about different Japanese models that you only saw in magazines before and how you wanted to find some accessories for your lanyard. However, Kid's mental gears were rolling. He had to remember that you were new to the area, so it was probably some form of comfort seeing him even though Kid wouldn't consider himself good company.

He only spoke to you a little, and the people he did know were interested in meeting you and how long you had been riding. Thankfully, not so many people were arrogant to think that you didn't know your stuff; enthusiasts go to these types of events. But that didn't mean there wasn't trouble.

Kid glared around as he popped his gum and honed in on you slowly making your way back with a little gift bag in hand. Two old geezers had stopped you, and you looked just as bright and sweet talking to them.

"That's a cute little moped you got there, sweetie. Did your daddy get it all fixed up like that? Make it a pretend bike?" one of the men jeered. You stiffened at the comment and decided to turn and walk away.

But an arm reached out with ill-intentions.

"Hey! I-,"

"I suggest you old farts fuck off and leave the girl alone. You can't even imagine handling a ride like hers." Kid barked out--easily getting in between the men and yourself.

The two spit on the ground and flipped off the man. "Whatever punk. You probably like riding your girlfriend's sissy ride. Do you have to ask for permission to touch it?" they laughed.

Kid started fuming. "I'll fucking-," he paused after feeling your hand on his arms. You gave him a gentle look--seeming to say how it wasn't worth it. Kid slouched his arms and let out a breath. "Fuck away from us your bastards."

You walked back to your ride with Kid stomping behind you.

"You're too nice. I don't know why people can't just be normal about you having a motorcycle." Kid grumbled as he plopped in an outdoor chair. You leaned onto your ride and just gave him a smile. (Ba-dump) Kid paused before turning his face away from you. "Anyway, go run around and see what's here. I'll watch your beaut."

You pouted and huffed. "But Kid, I want us to walk around together."

A blush started to creep. "But what- what if some punk touches your bike? Or those bastards fuck with it?"

You giggled and tried pulling Kid up from his seat. "If someone messes with her, then I give you one-hundred percent permission to beat them up. Plus, we'll take her to your shop so you can charge them crazy too. 'Kay?"

"Fine." Kid kissed his teeth as he stood, but you just wrapped your arm around his. You were all bright colors and smiles to his garage gloom and glares.

"Yay! So our date continues!" you cheered before beginning to head off.

Kid's feet followed, but his mind was elsewhere again. So it is a date.

~~~

Maybe I am gonna buy another motorcycle...

[teruel-a-witch]

I still can't wrap my mind around how Danny could repeatedly make the absolutely worst relationship decisions possible. Of course Steve makes shit relationship decisions, that poor man has never had a single healthy relationship of any kind his entire life! But Danny?! That man should and DOES know better and really ought to get an earful (actually multiple ears) of his own ranting!

it's true that Danny is the emotionally intelligent one of the two and should know better, but I think you are being way too harsh on him for something that's not his fault, it's the TV show writers that dictate his love life and not his supposed emotional intelligence. That said let us try to go through The Big Three one by one.

First of all, just to get it out of the way, Gaby was a perfect woman, no notes, she and Danny were just incompatible because they had NOTHING in common and let's be real Danny didn't pay attention to her because of her doctorate in history. Their relationship was perfectly nice but that's all it was, and Danny never fell in love with her. It was pretty mature of him to recognise it would not be fair of him to ask her to give up her dreams when he wouldn't do the same for her.

Second, Amberlissa, she definitely deserved better and he should have broken up with her sooner instead of stringing her along for 5 years despite knowing he will never love her.

I mostly blame the writers for that, it was convenient, they needed an alibi girlfriend for Danny and didn't want to put much thought into his storyline but that made him look kinda bad. It made sense that it had to be a younger woman he was dating because a woman his age would not have stayed with him for 5 years without him so much as saying 'i love you' to her. (I don't want to think about the implications of Melissa being a victim of abuse and not knowing she may deserve better because I'm sure the TV writers didn't actually think about those optics. They just wanted both their leads to be dating hot blondes that look good in bikinis.)

Thirdly, well, I have a sneaking suspicion that when you talk about Danny making 'the worst decisions' you mean Rachel. Mostly Rachel.

While their late s1 dalliance was ill-advised it did kind of make sense, it was actually pretty human and realistic, as I've written about it before many times, Danny still couldn't let go of the fantasy of the perfect nuclear family that he was raised to believe was his goal, plus, he never got rid of the feeling of failure after his marriage fell apart so he couldn't pass up the chance to fix that. Even tho the truth of the matter, the honest truth is that he probably never loved Rachel as much as she loved him and he actually did completely get over her while she apparently never got over him.

As for later seasons, I don't put that on Danny, I just chuck it up to the writers beating the dead horse, introducing a new character takes time and creativity and it's just so much easier to go back to an established storyline, it's just lazy writing is what it is. 'How could he even consider getting back to her after everything she did?' duh. Make him pick up the idiot ball (a subset of the idiot plot trope lol).

Bad decisions can be in character but if it feels like a character lost a few IQ points in order to achieve a plot point then it's just shitty writing. I do believe Danny eventually forgave Rachel in order to keep toxicity out of his children's life, but he would never trust her after her massive lie. Everyone knows that quote about the definition of insanity being doing the same thing and expecting different results and Danny definitely isn't insane.

The show is a workplace drama/comedy/action/procedural, the writers were never gonna put that much thought into the characters' personal lives. Definitely not as much as the fans do. For us characters come first and for them it's the plot so I personally don't put much stock in their characterization. It's up to us to fill in the gaps.

I tend to be happy with my own interpretation that both Danny and Steve hide in nowhere relationships because they are hung up on each other.

Why not remain single if you can't have what you want? Well, I personally cannot relate to that line of thinking because I'm on the aro/ace spectrum, but for many regular people the goal isn't to be in a good relationship it's just to be in some kind of relationship at all because the amatonormative society makes it the end-all be-all and there's pressure to conform.

Besides when people reach a certain age and are still single, well, people talk and we can't let people suspect our read blooded hetero macho main characters are not interested in dating women, right? So if it seems they are dating women just for the sake of dating women it's exactly what they are doing.

Anyway, I say we cut Danny some slack because you know if it was up to him (or Scott) he would be dating Steve 😜

[ultraskull1000]

Okay. So. Project guitar time. I picked up this daphne blue Jazzmaster body off of ebay for like, $100 and decided that it was time to build a guitar that filled a niche that I haven't yet.

So. For context my other two main guitars are a squier Jaguar that I use in my band, using AV '62 Jaguar pickups and modded a bit to make it more of a vintage feel, and my Strat which I use for more classic rock tones and other stuff with an HSS setup, using two random single coils again off of ebay and a Seymour Duncan pickup that I added a coil split push pull pot on the guitar for. I dont use the strat outside of my room very often because it has a floyd rose on it, and i can never get it to stay in tune if its not in a climate controlled area that it stays in for a while. yeah. its a pain in the ass.

So. What am I missing if I have these two guitars? well. As much as i love the classic Jazzmaster pickups and have enjoyed every instrument i've laid my hands on with them, I very much do not have a normal humbucker guitar that I just pick up and use as a humbucker guitar. My strat has a humbucker, yes, but like. A strat neck pickup is just. a strat neck pickup. its too sweet not to use when holding that guitar. the bridge pickup on my strat pretty much gets used when im playing punk, otherwise its in single coil mode mixed with the middle pickup.

But im not looking for like, a les paul sound. no. i want funky weird pickups that arent seen everyday. So i went and looked and considered buying random weird pickups before landing on Wide range humbuckers for that kind of hybrid sound of a higher gain humbucking pickup with a little bit of that fender sweetness that i do so greatly appreciate. and yeah i did buy them relatively new but i got a good deal on them and it fucks.

So. I have the body. i have the pickups. now electronics. I got a decoboom pickguard for wide range humbuckers on the way, with a rhythm circuit cutout cause i do want to put something there, but since my jaguar already has a rhythm circuit and makes that lovely warm and lightly muddy sound (positive, i do love putting my voice over that particular tone) I wanna try to do something weird and probably offputting with that section. I have some ideas, thought about making the upper bout switch a bit wider for a three way switch and putting like, an octaver in there with options for a 12 string mode and a bass mode or something. but nothing finalized. ill think of something. otherwise my plans are to pretty much have a normal 3 way wiring with these. I might add coil split switches later or something funky but i also dont just want to rely on those voices for this guitar and think that it will be nice to have a guitar that has a very distinct voice when it comes to my humble collection.

There is the question of the neck. for now im using a neck that i pulled off a squier bullet strat that was found in the scrap pile at a recycling facility (long story) but i do intend to later get a proper dedicated neck for this maybe possibly.

Another thing about this guitar is that I want to not care about its visual condition. let me clarify what that means. I absolutely love and adore guitars that have been beaten to hell and back and abused and the finish is scraped off and stickers are all over them and there are scars and battle wounds and its been bashed apart and fuck i love that shit. but as my partner pointed out to me, I keep my guitars in pretty polished up condition and get upset when i do things to mark them up. which is true. i drilled a hole in my jaguar while installing the mute and ended up going through the guitar. I fixed it the same day, as i went and grabbed some dowels of the right size and glued it up and its functional but i moped about it for a week afterwards. So. I will be trying my damndest to not baby this guitar. I will be trying to make it look like Thurston Moore has beaten it half to death. I will be vandalizing and sticking it and throwing it around and wailing on it and it will hurt for a while but I want my hands and history to be on this guitar and I want it to make a statement of attitude. Will still very much hurt the first time i leave a mark tho.

Anyway, heres a mockup of what i have so far. will be updating as i get some more of its components together.

and here have a more up to date pic of my jaguar as a bonus.

[ajdrawshq]

Okay, I've stopped for today some hours ago and tbh don't know if there's much more I want to see in the prototype (really loving these guys though), but unfortunately there's a new thing making me question if I wanna play the full game properly and it's that the high contrast black and white palette actually make me eyes hurt super fast I forgor oghwa

i was in the middle of typing a whole response n my phone died midway 0(-( ill just summarize my findings bc most of what i found wasnt useful anyway

basically the only solid solution i could find after the past few hours(? however long its been since u sent this) is using a blue light/night light filter (which can likely be adjusted to be stronger or weaker) which.. hopefully should be built into ur computer? if u have one it should be easy to find in one of the visual settings options, or in the place where u see notifs if its like my laptop, and im like. pretty sure ur better at techy stuff than me but i can help find it if needed. it adds a nice yellow/orange tint that makes it WAY easier to look at the game. even more than i realized tbh. i took mine off to see what itd look like and yikes ow. do Not play the game like that if u can manage it holy shit that hurts

if u dont have access to that kind of filter then things may get complicated bc i literally cant find Anything else that has a similar effect. checked my computer visual settings (and. may have fucked up some stuff in the process that i need to fix later), steam settings, looked all sorts of stuff up, and got nothing except the filter i mentioned.. not sure abt start again but isat has some visual options that could sort of help in theory (stop moving backgrounds, no flashes, stops moving text) but none that alters the contrast at all :/ if u can find a way to apply like. a color filter somehow that would probably work too, but i have yet to figure out how to do that. its ridiculous tbh why cant i just make my screen pink tinted if i wanted to i think this game would rule w pink. smh

so yeah thats. really all i got for now. i can try to find more later but ironically i have a headache from playing isat for way too long sjxbsksk dont be like me n please take breaks while playing

also please dont let me pressure u into playing the game if u genuinely dont want to for any reason bc as much as i do love it its only worth it if u can actually enjoy it so !! yeah!!

[bandedbulbussnarfblat]

Sucker Love chapter 2

here or read it below

Armand was meant to meet Louis and the Azalea, but seeing Louis with Daniel had changed things.  Louis was clearly trying to score, and Armand had no problem sharing a conquest.  Let Louis have his fun; he’d already set the bait for Daniel.  The way he looked at him let him know he was interested.  

It was better to leave them wanting more at first.  If things were too easy, it got boring.  Armand knows this well; seducing his classmates is child’s play. He wishes there were someone who would make the game a little challenging; challenging is fun.  He suspects Daniel won’t be much of a challenge at all.  Not with the way he looked at him.  It was an instant attraction.  

It would be a lie to say Armand wasn’t attracted as well.  He had been.  The boy is good-looking, after all, and he caught Louis’ eye.  Louis has truly appalling taste in men, from an objective standpoint.  However, the men he chose were always interesting.  Most people aren’t that interesting at all.  

Besides, Louis is probably softening Daniel up, like a jar that needs to be loosened before someone else can open it.  Boys tripped over their feet for Louis; he’s a boy magnet.  And as much as Louis wants to be the sort who can sleep with a guy and forget him, he’s mostly a relationship kind of guy.  Armand doubts he’ll go through with bedding Daniel, at least not so soon.  But he’ll get Daniel all riled up and looking for release, and won’t Armand’s sweeping in just be convenient?  

It’s a risk; Louis may decide he actually wants him, but Armand doubts it.  He’s still too hung up on Lestat.   He’d never admit as much; but he’s likely going to take him back.  He just needs to make him suffer a little first to punish him.  

Unfortunately, that means Armand has nothing to do at the Azalea and no reason to be there.  And he’s bored.  He takes out his phone and shoots off a quick text to Santiago, who he met last year.  

“Want to meet up?”

Santiago had fixed up Armand’s bike and sold it to Marius.  He runs a bike shop in East Harlem, though he’s originally from England.  He’s in his thirties, but he has no problem hooking up with Armand.  The age of consent is sixteen where he’s from, and that was good enough for him.  Armand had decided to seduce him on whim, just to see if he could.  

It was so easy.  Not even a performative fuss about his age, just asking how old he was and then agreeing.  He also sells weed, and now Armand gets the special ‘we’re fucking’ discount.  That had been easy to convince Santiago of as well.  He is honestly quite easy to make Armand do what he wants.  No challenge at all.  

But he does have good weed.  

He gets a text back less than a minute later.  

“I’ll close up the shop.  Come over.”

Absolutely no challenge at all.

/

Daniel ends up spending the night with Louis.  They don’t hook up.  Instead Louis steals them each a bottle of wine from the Azalea and they get drunk and smoke.  Daniel suspects that Louis invited him over to bang, but after he gets drunk all he wants to do is complain about his ex and his family.  

They moved here last year, after his brother Paul’s suicide.  The family had wanted to get a fresh start.  They opened the Azalea and it has been an instant success.  And though Louis does all he can to make them happy–keeps straight A’s, works a part time job, and goes to church with them every Sunday, it isn’t enough.  Because they don’t accept that he’s gay.  

Not that he has ever admitted as much to them.  They know, of course.  But they never speak of it.  His mother still tries to set him up with ‘nice’ girls from church.  His father refuses to acknowledge it at all.  Louis had been the favored son, not like Paul whose illness brought shame to the family.  The man can hardly admit his favorite son is gay, not after losing one son already.  

Daniel gets it; his own dad would be furious if he knew Daniel liked boys too.  Prefers them, actually, though he likes girls well enough.  His father is damn near Puritan, he doesn’t even want Daniel getting too involved with girls.  Hell, Daniel had written his virgin’s manifesto partially for him.  It was the sort of thing his father wanted him to say.  

And hell if it wasn’t good for helping him pick up guys.  He’s already lost his virginity twice since the story was published.  

So Louis feels like something of a kindred spirit.  They stay up and talk until late at night, later than Daniel’s curfew.  So Louis invites him to crash.  Daniel blames the weed, it’s stronger than he’s used to and it made him sleepy.  He wouldn’t stay otherwise–he suspects he’s only allowed by Mrs. de Pointe du Lac because he’s the new headmaster’s son and she wants Louis to make a good impression on him.  

By morning, Daniel feels like he’s made a friend.  He thinks Louis must feel the same, because he starts talking about school over breakfast and there’s a lot of ‘ours’ and ‘we’.  Daniel thinks he may have been accepted into the friend group.  

It’s nice to have friends.  

After breakfast, Louis offers him a ride home.  Daniel accepts, knowing his father won’t be there.  He’ll be busy working, trying to get his office set up for the school year, etc.  He doesn’t particularly want his father to meet Louis; he can be weird about what friends of Daniel’s he approves of.  

Home is a smaller townhouse in the Upper East Side.  His parents had decided they wanted to live in the same neighborhood as the school his dad would work at.  Daniel thinks they probably wouldn’t be able to afford it, if not for the absurd sign on bonus Savage Garden Academy gave.  

“You can come hang out if you want.  I got nothing to do,” Daniel says once they arrive.  

Louis gives him a sly smile.  “Actually, you remember my friend you were asking about?”

How could Daniel forget?  He’s the most beautiful boy Daniel has ever seen.  Of course, Louis is stunning, and Daniel had been interested.  But he thinks that would probably make things weird, if he wants to make friends with Louis.  He gets the vibe Louis is the sort of guy who wants more than a one night stand.  

“Yeah, what about him?”  Daniel says, trying to sound cool.  He thinks he probably fails, goin by Louis’ amused expression.

“We’re hanging out later, you wanna tag along?”

Daniel feigns nonchalance.  “Yeah, sure.”

“Cool.  I’ll text you the details.”

/

Louis shows up at Armand’s not long after dropping off Daniel.  They have plans for later tonight, but Armand never minds him dropping by.  In fact, between his dating Lestat and befriending Armand, he’s spent more time here this last year than his own home.  It’s been easier, since Paul’s death, to not be around his family.  

Paul had been only two years younger than Louis, and was probably his best friend.  He still wakes up at night, seeing Paul step off the ledge of their roof.  He had called Louis up there that night to talk, like they had done countless times before.  Except this time, Louis hadn’t realized it was to say goodbye.

His mother blames him.  Louis understands why; he was Paul’s older brother, it was his job to protect him.  But he hadn’t been able to reach him before he went over the edge.  It doesn’t matter that Paul was sick–Louis had been there.  He should have been able to stop it.  

Louis can’t bear the thought of spending hours alone with his mother.  If he has to, he’ll go to the library or the park and hang out there.  He just wants to be away from home.  

He knocks on the door and waits for an answer.  Gabrielle–she insists he calls him that–likes him.  She’ll have no problem with his being there.  Louis waits, and there’s no answer.  He’s just about to text Armand to tell him he’s there when the door swings open.  

It’s Lestat, still in his pajamas.  

Louis shouldn’t be surprised, Lestat does live there.  He’s Armand’s brother.  It’s just he expected him to be gone.  Didn’t Armand mention his godfather Marius getting Lestat some summer job?

“Louis,” Lestat says, and runs a hand through his unruly hair.  He must have gotten out of bed to open the door.  Figures he’d laze around in bed all day.  

“I’m here for Armand,” Louis says, trying to keep his voice cold.  He hasn’t forgotten about Antoinette.  And he sure hasn’t forgiven it.  

Lestat smiles, that soft smile that’s reserved only for those close to him.  “He isn’t back yet.  Do you want to come in and wait?”

Louis thinks being alone with Lestat is probably a bad idea.  “I’ll come back later.”

“He’s on the way,” Lestat says and holds up his cellphone.  “He just texted.  It shouldn’t be long.”

Louis waivers; if he leaves he’ll have to go back home to his parents and Grace.  His sister isn’t so bad, she doesn’t blame him.  She’s also only twelve, so it’s not like she’s much help with their parents.  Not that he expects her to be.  In fact, now that Paul is gone and Louis is gay, she’s his mother’s golden child.  

He doesn’t want to go home and watch his mother dote on Grace while being cold to him.  Besides, it’s not like he’s going to fall back into Lestat’s arms in the span of a few minutes.

“Fine, I’ll wait inside.”

[jb-rapid-prototyping-college]

Actually making the dungeon crawler

Ok so I first started by creating the Unity project (default 3d, built in render pipeline, etc...) and imported Probuilder. Probuilder basically lets you do 3D modeling directly inside of Unity, which is usefull for prototyping stuff and, in my case, I could probably even get away with using it in the final product. Here's the test environment I made:

Anyway I next worked on the input.

Input in Unity is really easy, like you can just do Input.GetAxis("Horizontal"); and it will get you the AD and ←→ input. However, I need to make things overcomplicated so I decided to use Unity's new input system. All you really need to know about it is that it lets you get any input imaginable and do what you want with it. Here's what I ended up with for now:

I then created a new script called "Player Input Manager" to control all of the input that happens, rather than calculating it for everything separately. It might look a bit confusing, but it works:

the "_" is the context, I just couldn't be bothered to write context or ctx like 7 times.

The movement is actually quite simple. Usually I would just use the Character Controller built into unity, but this time I'll be using the Rigidbody because I'm gonna be using a lot of physics.

the whole "moveInput.x * transform.right + moveInput.y * transform.forward" might look a little strange, but that's just because the camera controller script will be rotating the player itself, and this just makes sure the player is moving in the correct direction.

Speaking of the camera controller, this is what I came up with:

I say I came up with it, its actually from Brackeys' first person tutorial, I just don't have any other method. There are a few problems with it, first off its really jittery because I'm using Rigidbodies, but its also using the old input system. ill definitely fix this later, but I wanna get onto the actual main source of movement: the shotgun.

the recoil basically works by adding a force opposite to where the camera's looking whenever you shoot. The way I add a cooldown is also pretty standard. Rather than putting the shooting logic in another function (void), I put it in a Coroutine, this then allows me to add a delay. The basic layout of the Coroutine is something I've done hundreds of times and all of the logic just goes between the "canShoot = false;" and "yield return new WaitForSeconds(...);"

It already feels pretty nice to use, but it also feels a bit too floaty. One thing I could try is resetting the player's velocity every time they shoot, meaning they aren't fighting against themselves and the physics all the time. Here's how it looks:

Unfortunately Tumblr doesn't like me directly uploading videos so idk

Overall, its pretty good for now, but still needs a bit of work.

[isca-rambles]

4x10

Ugh, Ashley. And look at that man taking care of his good boy. Kojo, my sweet prince. He knows that Ashley isn't the one for you, Tim. He wants his Chenford ship so he can get his mum Lucy back.

Oh Lucy you adorably jealous cutie. You don't even realise why you don't like Ashley so much. I mean she was so happy for Rachel and Tim because they worked well together. She can see Ashley and Tim aren't a good fit. Granted, Lucy is definitely feeling things she can't quite figure out now, so that probably isn't helping her be objective. Ugh oh no, Clueless Chris is in this episode isn't he.

Okay so Sharon is sus. Right? Just me? Guess I'll find out.

I need more of Wesley and Lucy. And James and Lucy. Okay I want more of everyone and Lucy, but I just think they could have a cute little dynamic. Going out and having drinks, karaoke and sushi while Angela, Nyla, and Tim look on fondly at the dorks they love so much. Lucy just always trying to help, however she can, whoever she can. Precious ray of pure light.

Ah Oscar. I can't help it. He's grown on me. He's like The Rookie's version of Doug Judy but, ya know, psychotic. Also people on this show need to turn their phones down when they're chatting in front of the villains. Seriously. Or step 5 more feet away. Lucy girl your feelings are just blinding right now. Ashley and Chris really were just both so blind. Oh hi Chris. Fuck off. Seriously. I mean Ashley at least seems nice, if ill-suited to Tim, but Chris? He's just...ugh. I mean he's nicer later on but still. What a prick. I know Angela and Wes had the whole lawyer/police spark when they first met, but that's because Wesley was trying to stand up for people and do the right thing. Chris is just an asshole in this scene.

Yes, more James and Wesley friendship this is adorable. But we absolutely needed the three couples (I guess Bailan could be there too) chilling out together. They better give us that in S7. Wes, James, and Lucy trying to fix the world and help people is the trio I need in my life right now. Same for girls' night with Angela, Nyla, and Lucy. Celina can join too. Bailey as well I guess. I just think those three would be an adorable nerdy trio while their spouses/partners look on adoringly.

Lucy just helping everyone, even if it ends up screwing her over in the long run. Sweet cinnamon roll.

Lucy standing on the shop door threshold thing and Tim just sat the other side. They're both so badass and adorable.

Hey Chris, do me a favour? Fuck off. Thanks. 4x11

Lucy Chen = actual sunshine human being.

Ugh. Hello again, Chris. Piss off.

Tim supporting Lucy while they talk to their adopted daughter. And Tim instantly picking up that Lucy needs to talk about something when they're in the shop. They're so in-sync sometimes that it hurts. And then when they take that sync for granted and they don't communicate properly when they really need to...yep, hurts again.

Jayla baby yeeees

Chris, hey. Go away. Bring Wesley back please, let him practice law again please for the love of god. I know Chris is harmless (well, I still think he would've been a good secret Rosalind acolyte/fanatic but I'm also glad they didn't make Lucy go through that, even though the angst would've been delicious) and he's necessary to show Lucy what she wants from a relationship ahead of getting together with Tim, but just...ugh.

Poor Tamara. And god, Lucy and Tim's faces when they're driving to get to her. Protecting their daughter. God, I could do with a Lucy Chen hug right about now. She's probably one of those people that just gives the best hugs ever. Ugh. Chris. No, fuck off. You're not Wesley just...don't even pretend you are. Aaron, poor sweetie. Please let us have more Tamara in S7. I know she's moved out but please let Lucy see her daughter.