#im rage quitting for another 6 months bye

[moonelf19]

I have an unpopular opinion that might get me dogpiled by my social circles IRL

I think Baldurs Gate 3 is a "meh" game.

Before you grab your pitchforks let me say I'm so glad Larian is getting praised, that people are enjoying it. Really.

But the bugs and errors have absolutely ruined my experience, coupled with the fact that my first playthrough is with two other friends in multiplayer.

My friends begged and pleaded and refused to play anything else when it was in early access, and even though I eventually put my foot down and refused to start any new saves after the SEVENTH FRESH START. In early access. Where we never even made it very far. Any time they added or changed anything my friends were like "ok time to start a new save file!" And girl. As much as I love making alts. I hated BG3 in early access. We did the same first 2-3 hours of that game too many times. I realized too late I was getting burnt and the damage was done.

When it full released I was so excited to jump back in having completely ignored it for so long. I made a new character, played for a few hours (speeding through the stuff I already had done) before discovering that my saving was corrupted.

That happened three times, with me changing settings and even reinstalling the game, before my googling finally pinged about the cross save articles.

Again. Damage was done. I was so incredibly frustrated I wanted to take another break.

Instead my friends convinced me to do a multiplayer for my first run through.

Huge mistake. Don't do that. Don't do multiplayer for your first time.

After we got through the part I had done a million times, I pointed out that I didn't know the story at that point so we should stick together. Nope.

Didn't happen.

The host went full main character syndrome. I would be in the middle of buying something, or doing inventory management, which I am very efficient at this point. But he would run off and do conversations and continue quests and I kept getting confused on what was happening.

And the one time I wandered off, while he and my other friend traded some gear, I accidentally aggroed some mobs and he absolutely scolded me for "trying to split the party". Apparently I walked past a HIDDEN DOOR that I wasn't aware of and AFTER I GOT INTO COMBAT he decided to go into the door and start a different combat, and got mad I wasnt following him.

Later I was talking to some NPCs and seeing if any of them had anything interesting to trade, like main character told me to do, and then he said he was continuing a quest and doing a riddle/secret and I was like where? What? Wait for me! But he didn't and by the time I showed up he had moved into the next quest.

I feel bad because like. I want to play game with my friends, and when it's combat it isn't so bad, although they pretty regularly do things that fuck up my combat skills. It's just.

It's not fun. It's not fun when my only role is to open locks and disarm traps and do sneak attacks. And whenever I try to talk to the NPCs he's like wait don't do the thing without me there. Like I'm not supposed to play the game because he might miss something, but I also have no idea what's going on because he is sprinting through act one "sinces he's done it so much in early access".

The biggest multiplayer problem is how often he will tell me "ok open this box and bring the thing to here" and I will be doing that, talking to a person, continuing the quest, but he will run off and like, fast travel, or make some decision that effects the world, and my game will crash. It's happened like five times now. The last time it totally corrupted my game, I had to fresh install, and when I came back everything in my personal chest had gone to his, and my twitch drops were gone.

Oh! And one time they asked if I wanted to play that night, and I said yes but I wouldn't be ready for an hour. Less than an hour later I got online and it turned out they didn't wait for me, main character was piloting my character and used a bunch of my saved arrows/potions "because there's no point hoarding them" and I was pissed. I know how much act 2 ratchets up the difficulty and I had told them I was saving resources. And he PLAYED MY CHARACTER, played our group save without me!!!

I figure ok, time to make a solo game and really sprint through it, on easy mode, just so I can experience the story and know what's happening!! I gathered my wits and rolled a wizard and started playing and wow. Uh. It's full crashed three times.

Tonight the latest crash was because I *checks notes* clicked to fast travel and somehow it tried to make a new marker on the fast travel icon, but also initiated the fast travel, so the game got stuck and I had to alt+f4.

So. Please continue to have fun. But also. This game has had so many bugs and crashes that I find it unplayable. I'll be back in 6 months when everything has been spoiled and the bugs ironed out.

Maybe.

[mizurush]

What the Cat Dragged In

I was TheWhitePumpkins‘s secret santa for the ff/kh Secret Santa! I hope you have a good holiday and you enjoy your piece!!

It was late when Axel got home from work. Letting himself in, he quickly shut the door behind himself, careful not to let Cactus, the dismissive tabby cat and roommate out. “I'm home.” He called out more for himself than the cat, how ever his call gained no response. Unusual, but the thought of the cat catching a few extra hours of sleep wouldn’t be unusual either. Toeing off his boots and dumping his bag onto the floor Axel scours the apartment looking for the fur ball. Not under the bed, not on the counter, not behind the couch and not on the window sill. He must have just found a new place to nap so Axel brushes it off, and prepares something to eat.

Its midnight when Axel’s jarred awake by a squeaking sound, he waits a few seconds, raking his brain for what it could be and when he realizes he has no idea, he grabs his phone off the bedside table, grabs a discarded belt off the floor and with shaking knees gets up and crosses the bedroom. Cactus runs past his feet and leaps onto the bed, ah there he was, the cats presence gives him a little more confidence going out into the house as now he has a friend to protect. He checks the house twice and nothing is out of place, when he returns to bed, Cactus is calm, curled up at the foot of the bed. Cats could sense danger right? If he was calm all must be fine. Axel climbs back under the covers, but he doesn’t sleep well that night.

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“Cactus?” He calls out, again out of places to look for the feline. There’s not a patter of paws, or sound for response.  If that didn’t work, he only had one thing left to do. He prepared himself fish for dinner, Cactus would usually be nipping at his ankles for a bite. However when he had finished his plate, alone he started to get worried.

Its about a week later he realizes Cactus is getting larger. Which really contradicts the fact he hasn’t been eating much, and hes been hiding around the house avoiding playing with Axel. Its only late at night when he hears the squeak and his mind is racing that he puts two and two together and realizes, maybe, his cat is sneaking out.

The next day he calls into work and stays home to spy on his cat, a totally adult thing to do. But he missed his cat, and had no idea where he was disappearing to so Axel sets his laptop up in the living room and Skypes his phone. Its boring for the first few crack of dawn hours as Cactus meanders between sleep and general cat activities. When he leaves the scope of the laptop webcam he sighs and goes to fooling around on his phone. Its not much later that he hears a strange thumping sound. He gets up off his spot on the bed just as he hears the squeaking sound from the night and hes a running towards it. The kitchen. He grabs a belt he had now kept by his bed as he runs to ward off the intruder, instead he sees the bottom pane of the kitchen window slowly shutting.  Its only in his confusion that he sees his, not so little anymore, cat now outside and pattering away from the house.

Axel completely changes gears and makes a run for the door. Needing to find out where his cat was going everyday he follows just at the edge of his vision. It’s a few streets down that Axel sees the cat climb a fence all too well and way too quickly that he rounds the block and starts slamming on the houses front door.

There’s no response and he knocks loudly again. Finally there’s an answer. Axel is all too steaming with rage to care or even take in who answers the door.

“You stole my fucking cat.” He spits as soon as the door is open. Hes rigid and leans into the stranger.

There’s a beat of silence as the stranger, quite a bit shorter than him, with confused, bewildered and scared  deep sea blue eyes, dressed in some sort of band t shirt and some skinny jeans that hang off him and the most outrageously styled blonde hair stares up at him. “Marmalade?” He questions voice completely innocent.

“His name is Cactus and I saw him go into your backyard and I want him back”.  

At the sound of his name the cat in question comes up to rub against the strangers leg. Immediately Axel bends his lengthy frame and hoists the cat to his own chest. The much shorter blond makes a noise of protest and this arms go out to try to grab the cat but they pull back.

The stranger looks disappointed but Axel doesn’t care, they should have known better.

“Can I at least say good bye? I just want to know hes being taken care of.” The blonde sad eyes plead with him as he begs.

“I am taking care of him just fine.” Axel curtly nods, turns on his heel and walks home.

                                                         -

Cactus sits at the window and paws at it everyday crying. Axel has tried everything, feeding him better food, more attention if that was possible, and more toys, but the cat still cries, wont touch his food and leaves “surprises” all over the house.

Its with a bruised ego and a stone face that Axel goes back to the house that Cactus had been frequenting and knocks on the door.It takes a bit but the same guy from last time answers, looking less afraid but more uncaring, when he sees Axel however he gets confused.

“My cat misses you.” He admits and actually gets a good look at the person,

“I miss your cat.” It almost sounds like a question but with the amount of emotion in it Axel thinks it cant possibly be.

“I was thinking maybe,” he pauses to sigh “ he could come visit, every once and a while. “

“Yeah!” Its obvious the guy realized she sounded a little too excited. “Id like that.” He adds and he sees the blond smile for the first time and despite his bitter mood he cant help but smile too. “Roxas.” The man smiles and reaches out his hand to Axel.

“Axel.” He replies and shakes his hand.

                                                          -

When Axel brings Cactus over to the Roxas characters house he realizes Cactus likes Roxas much more than him, and realizes the punkish exterior he exudes disappears around the cat .At first Axel keeps up the standoffish front but as the Thursday nights at 6:30 start to build up the dam starts to wear down.

He learns that the blonde was 3 years younger, and had just moved into town around the time saying he needed a new start. He was lonely but couldn't afford a cat, so when “Marmalade” paid him visits he took him in without question.  And as much as Axel hated to admit it, he looked forward to the Thursday night play dates and talking with Roxas. He invited him out to a coffee shop to show him to at least the towns market so the poor guy could get out of his house, which he didn't seem to do.

He asks at one of the play dates mockingly if his girlfriend gets jealous when he comes over, and all too bluntly the blond replies that his late boyfriend would have thrown a fit. Axel picks up on it only after thinking it over twice and there's a slight pause. “ I moved away from my old boyfriend, we broke up and I needed something fresh. I needed a town a people who weren't filled with darkness.” Making eye contact has now filled their conversations and play dates rather than communally staring at the cat, but this time Roxas’ eyes are sober, serious and cold. “Im gay. If that's a problem, you're free to leave. “ The first part is quieter, but the later is firm and it seems so practiced Axels heart almost breaks. He’d enjoyed spending time with the guy, hell he had started texting with him about stuff other than their cat.

“Guess my gaydars broken.” Axel shrugs and Roxas slowly unfreezes from his resolve as he pieces together what he means.

“You're-?” Roxas asks, almost shocked.

“A homosexual.” Axel nods in a feign way as if taking in some new scientific discovery. He reaches over to pet the cat who is batting at a toy on a string Roxas is dangling. He can see the blond give a genuine, warming smile and he thinks he finally understands.

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Axel takes Roxas under his wing. They spend time together, their regular cat play dates for about another month turn, the real motive usually being to hang out, side motive so Cactus/Marmalade can bask in both of their presences. There’s friendly texting, things that aren't cat updates or pics of what the tabby had gotten himself into. It isn't until they start meeting at Axel’s house and more outside, sans cat that things start to get, romantic. There’s never really a point where they realize they’ve decided to date. Axel just zones out one day, arm around his blond boyfriend, Cactalade as Roxas started dubbing him laying with his head on Roxas’ lap and his body on Axel’s while they binge watch Netflix that Axel realizes having two separate houses, really isn't necessary. Its a financial burden, and when the other leaves for the odd day a week they text each other nonstop. They've already started sharing financial responsibility for the cat, so really he thinks there cant be much else left, hes sure Roxas would pipe in there's a lot of differences but hes excited for them, and hes sure Roxas will happy shove each new difference in his face as the come up.

[yeaharrys]

Finding Finley / Chapter One

“Oh Finley, when was the last time you seriously dated someone? You’re almost 24, I’m just trying to jump start something!”

“Wow, I didn’t know being 23 and single is a crime now.”

For Finley O'Connor, love comes second, much to her mother’s dismay. For Harry Styles, life couldn’t revolve without love. When the pair are set up on a blind date, they make a pact to help each other get the thing that is apparently missing from their lives. But how long will it take for them to realise what truly is missing?

A story about being 23, blind dates, and finding who you truly are.

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Chapter One: The First Impressions

MUM: Where are you??

The phone in my hand buzzed for the second time in ten minutes. I rolled my eyes as I swiped away the notification. I shoved my phone into the side pocket of my bag, gripping my hand around one of the poles lining the train carriage. The train slowed to a stop causing multiple bodies to bump into my own, I was glad I picked the perfect moment to hold on.

It was a Friday night, meaning the train was full to the brim with both workers heading home and young adults heading out. I would've loved to be apart of the 'heading home' crew, but sadly for me a Friday night outing has been organised. Trust my mum to demand family dinner at some restaurant that required me to travel in peak hour commuter time to Oxford Street, a fate worse than death some would consider.

I felt my phone vibrate once again in my bag, but due to tight constraints I actually couldn't reply this time. Two stops later and I pushed my way through the throngs of commuters onto the Oxford Circus platform. Readjusting my bag, I pulled out my phone again to finally reply to my mother.

ME: just got off the tube, bloody nightmare. maps says its a 7 min walk, see you soon 😊

I tacked on the emoji to hopefully abate my mother's growing annoyance. She insisted on everyone meeting at the restaurant at 6:30pm sharp. I knew it was going to be a close call to make it there on time, one extended staff meeting later meant I was walking down Oxford Street and it was already 6:52pm. I weaved my way expertly through the crowded footpath, diligently following the directions on my phone. I cut down a side street and found myself outside the restaurant. I smiled to myself as I checked the time once again. 6:56pm. A 7 minute walk cut into 5 minutes. That was one good thing at least.

The restaurant was absolutely buzzing with people, in fact I was quite surprised by my mother's choice for a dinner reservation. It definitely wasn't her usual style. I pushed past the small groups of people gathered around the tables outside and began to crane my head around looking for my family. Once inside, I was even more surprised by the venue. It was essentially a bar, but a bar that also served a full menu of food. There was people everywhere, gathered around bar tables, seated in booths, sitting at tables, even some people moving about on what looked like a make-shift dance floor. This place must come alive in the late hours of the night.

Despite the bustling of people, I couldn't spot my mum's red hair or one of my dad's obnoxiously bright button-downs. I crinkled my brows, maybe I got the place wrong? I unlocked my phone and scrolled back through the messages with my mum looking for the address she sent me. Berwick Street, I was definitely in the right place.

ME: where are you guys? im standing near the door

I chewed my lip as I surveyed the room again before turning my attention back to my phone once more. Really? She texts me how many times in the space of ten minutes and now she's just suddenly not replying?

ME: hello?? help me out i look like a prat just standing here

"Um... Hi..." I looked up from my phone to see that I was being spoken to. A boy stood in front of me with a sheepish grin on his face, his hands tucked into the pockets of his dark jeans. One of the workers here maybe? He did look the part.

"Oh, hello. I could actually use your help, I believe there should be a reservation under O'Connor. Or maybe Barbara?"

His eyes widened. "Umm..."

"Sorry, I would normally just try and find the people I'm meeting but it's so busy in here. Is it always this crazy on a Friday?"

He stared at me, looking extremely confused. Was I rambling too much? "You're... Finley, right?" He finally spoke.

I raised my eyebrows, caught off guard. "How do you know my name?" He studied me intently. "Something's telling me you've been led here on wrong assumptions."

"I'm here for a family dinner thing..."

He laughed and shook his head, suddenly looking a little more relaxed. He ran his hand through his hair. It was probably cropped short at one point but the haircut had obviously grown out, leaving the ends of his hair curling into each other. "You might want to ring whoever told you that. I'll grab us a table though, come over when you're ready."

Completely dumbfounded, I watched as the boy turned away. His curly head of hair almost immediately disappeared into the sea of people. What the hell was going on. I turned and pushed back outside, where it was slightly quieter and immediately dialled my mother's phone.

"Finley, hello." She greeted me in a completely nonchalant tone.

"Don't 'hello' me, what the hell is going on? Where are you all?"

"So you met Harry then?"

Her nonplussed approach to the conversation was just putting me more and more on edge. "You mean the boy who apparently knows who I am and what's going on?"

"Yes, his name is Harry Styles. He sounds like such a nice boy, comes from a good home. Your Aunty May works with his mum, said he's had a bit of a tough time lately." I finally started to wrap my head around what was going on.

"What are you on about? Am I not here for dinner? With the family at least?" I said slowly, trying to bite back my impending rage.

"Well, obviously not Finley! I've set you up on a blind date, isn't this so exciting. A blind date that you were almost 30 minutes late for might I add. He's definitely a good lad for waiting around for you."

I couldn't believe that she was going on and on as if this was all okay. "Are you serious?! Why didn't you tell me that I was meeting some bloody sod for a bloody date?"

"Well, you have just proven my point. Would you have willingly gone on this date if you knew? Just a little lie to get you there Finny, no harm done."

I rolled my eyes and pulled my phone away from my ear to stop myself from cursing up a storm. "Point proven or not," I shoved my phone back to my ear, "there's no reason why my mother of all people should be setting me up on dates! I'm perfectly capable of doing that myself, thank you very much."

She laughed once. "Oh Finley, when was the last time you seriously dated someone? You're almost 24, I'm just trying to jump start something!"

"Wow, I didn't know being 23 and single was a crime now."

"No, no! I just worry about you!"

I sighed heavily. I knew she had good intentions at heart, but still this was a big inconvenience. Sometimes I couldn't help but blame my younger brother for my mother's sudden interest in my love life. He's only 22 and has already found the love of his life, in fact they were set to be married in a few months time. Ever since he announced to the family that he was proposing to Abbi my mother had gone into a right state over how her eldest child is going to become a spinster. That aside, this blind date has definitely taken things too far.

"Mum, I know. But I don't need you to do things like this."

"Look, I know you think I'm being too meddlesome right now—"

"That's an understatement."

"But all I'm asking is for you to sit down and just have some drinks and a bite to eat with him. I promise I won't force any further dates with him."

I squeezed my eyes shut and rubbed my forehead, almost as if I was trying to prevent an impending headache. "Fine. Seeing as I trekked all this way."

"Oh, lovely!" I could picture her practically jumping up and down in joy.

"I really wish you told me I was going on a date though. I look like a tosser. I didn't even have time to put a lick of makeup on this morning because I slept through my first alarm."

"I told you to bring a change of clothes for dinner! Why don't you listen to me?" She chastised.

"Um, because you told me it was just dinner with the family. Why the hell would I dress up for that?"

She sighed. "Well, just try and make a good impression okay? Use your charming personality."

I laughed. "Do first impressions last? Because I've already mistaken him for the waiter of this joint. That and the fact that I've made him wait for ages."

"Oh god, Finny."

"Look, I better go. He probably already thinks I've skived off."

"Good luck, honey. I can't wait to hear all about it!"

"Good bye, mum." I promptly ended the call to further enforce my annoyance about this whole situation.

I forcefully shoved my phone back into my bag and took a deep breath to calm myself. A bloody date. I still can't believe it. I smoothed my hands over my dark pants, suddenly becoming self conscious of my attire. Working in HR isn't all that glamorous, so I really felt that my simple white blouse, grey woollen coat and trousers weren't up to a blind date standard. But this is all I had to work with. I shook out my arms and took another calming breath. Pulling my auburn hair over to one shoulder, I strode back into the bar.

I wove my way through the crowd, looking for that distinctive crop of curls. I spotted him occupying one of the many booths that lined the edges of the place. He was already nursing a drink (Alcohol? I couldn't tell) and was fiddling with one of the napkins on the table. He looked nervous, makes two of us at least.

As smoothly as I could, I slid into the opposite side of the booth. "So, Harry is it?"

hello everyone!! welcome to my first chapter, thanks for checking it out. i look forward to posting more of my shit on here (also posting on wattpad if you prefer reading via that format). have a good day!

[jungkoog]

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nicknames: other than frequently used petnames I’ve never had many nicknames, my birth name is interesting enough as it is. Any nicknames I got were like.... dres or dresi and ngl i never liked them, i think those sound ugly but then within the past few years some friends of mine dropped the r and made it dez and i love it so much. they sometimes will call me dezzy, but it’s rare

gender: i’m a woman

star sign: i only remember my sun sign which is gemini. watch out

height: i never fuckin know for sure but i think it’s like 5′5 or 167cm. I THINK

time rn: 2:40 am

last thing i googled: GMT 0   ..... i just needed to revise ok

favorite bands: this question is so hard because I go through SERIOUS phases, I am the definition of fickle. but BTS*** (obviously), Pearl Jam, The Smashing Pumpkins, RADWIMPS, Seventeen, Rage Against The Machine, moumoon, The Cranberries, LIVE, Third Eye Blind, Weezer, She Keeps Bees, Nada Surf, Foo Fighters, blur, Guns & Roses, Sublime, Galileo Galilei, SPYAIR, etc...... the brunt of what i’ve been listening to for the past like 6 months tho is kpop as a whole and radwimps tbh so this isn’t a good representation. i also listen to a lot of rap but it’s generally not by any specific artist it’s just.... whatever song im liking at the time

fave soloists: CL, Nicki Minaj, Beyonce, 2pac, M.I.A

song stuck in my head: omg ok so lmao........ good girls by 5sos. kill me

last movie i watched: i think big hero 6 ?

last show i watched: idk some shitty crime doc on netflix

when did you create ur blog: not too long ago um.... ? a month ago? i dont know for sure

what do you post: BTS almost entirely, maybe some svt thrown in there

when did your blog reach its peak?: lmao idk not yet i hope

do you have other blogs: i have another that i’ve had since i was 14

do you get asks regularly: nope

why did you choose your url: ah well... i snagged this url when I was in the midst of being disgustingly smitten with jjk, i think i’ve calmed down quite a bit now but it was intense

following: 242

posts: 1,003

hogwarts house: according to pottermore I am slytherin

pokemon team: I think I was valor? 

fave colors: i truly don’t know

avg hours of sleep: it’s been horrible lately. I used to have hypersomnia lmao and now i get like 5 hours a night. im constantly dead

lucky numbers: lmao im shrouded by bad luck but lets just pretend I have some lucky things.... 3 and 13 just to be edgy 

fave characters: wow this is HARD um ok im gonna try: Violet Durn from Feed by M.T. Anderson (this fav is from when I was FIFTEEN but she made a lasting impression), Ringer from the 5th wave (THE BOOK pls. i barely remember tbh i think i just remember her because i had a bit of a crush. i was like 16 or 17 let me live), Zuko & Toph & Mei from Avatar, SO MANY FIRE EMBLEM CHARACTERS ITS TOO HARD TO NAME THEM ALL, suga & tanaka & nishinoya & kuro from haikyuu, Ginko from mushishi... ill stop here but let me just add komasan from yokai watch lmao

what am i wearing now?: hoodie and pyjamas

how many blankets do u sleep w: usually 2 depending on the season

dream job: bye

dream trip: you know what.... i dont know

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