#im such a slacker now. and by slacker i mean im working normal hours and goofing off the rest of the time

[opens-up-4-nobody]

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[p2ep]

act 3 of the fontaine archon quest is making me go insane with how dog ass shit terrible boring it is. aside from g*nshin's usual shit writing this seems rather intentionally offensive given the current climate.

so this story line involves the player (willingly) getting sent to privately owned for-profit prison so they can rescue someone who was sent there wrongly(?) because this country's automated justice machine said so. this country has an automated justice machine that made the ruling btw. not what im mad about in this post i just wanted to mention that because this nation is in shambles tbh. my theory is that they have the previous hydro archon in there cabinet man style. anyways. so there's the for profit prison. before you go the person arranging this for the traveler mentions that we should take a nice bath and eat a nice meal before we head there cause it's going to suck.

HE WAS RIGHT. THIS PLACE FUCKING BLOWS.

after the traveler gets there we are treated to some history about this place. all of fontaine's laws regarding the punishment of criminals state that the offender is to be "exiled", and allegedly a bunch of exiles created this settlement that eventually BECAME the prison, and the state just started sending guards there to "protect" the prisoner- i mean Exiles. this explanation really makes no sense on account of this entire structure being very obviously a prison factory and not a settlement free people would make. but whatever. everyone in the story treats this backstory as good 👍 and true 👍

we also get an explanation of the general culture here. instead of money everyone uses "coupons", a form of currency you get from prison labor. all of the npc's seem fucking brainwashed. "isn't this such a good system, it's a cool place where everyone is on equal footing and everyone can pull themselves up regardless of status :)" insane individualism going on here.

another big part of this place's culture is the fact that everyone is constantly deepthroating the warden's entire dick and balls. constantly. EVERYONE loves it here! isn't this place so nice? the warden is SO cool after he came into power we get ONE free meal a day!!!! YAY!!!!!

i can't fucking stand this ^. every human being deserves life, calling people who can't or won't work in a PRISON for SCRIP "no-good slackers" is fucking disgusting.

i cannot stress how the game CONSTANTLY tries to pretend that this place is cool and normal. we're helping people get their lives back on track! (there are NO amenities in this prison besides a FIGHTING RING. no library no gym no NOTHINGGG) the warden treats us so well! (he shows up every now and then to tell you to get back to work) everyone is equal here since mora isn't used! (classic bootstrap shit) (what are these people supposed to do when they get out? since they have NO MORA. since you pay them in "coupons").

a smaller gripe i have is that this prison has ONE nurse and she's portrayed as constantly overworked and its treated as a wacky quirky joke or something instead of bizarre? i'm not like crazy mad though because this is just strange and not really applicable to the many wider ideological issues with this place. also i hate the fact that they made her some kind of human-melusine hybrid with no explanation it's fucking weird. fuck this place and fuck you s*gewine i would hate you less if you were a SLUG.

you spend like, 3 hours of your own human life in this prison watching the traveler do manual labor and listening to paimon go on and on about how nice this place is.

i have not finished this quest yet but i have Seen a bit of it and when you're about to leave p*imon says ":(i love it here we get a free meal" or whatever. what the fuck.

i just. this is a privately owned prison where people are forced to work in a factory to build police robots and aren't compensated with money. it's a good thing :) we LOVE prison :) slave labor is cool :) I HATE IT HERE I MISS F*RINA AND NEUVIVI AND L*YNEY wait LYNEY WAS HERE BUT THE GAME JUST ASSUMES YOU HATE HIM BECAUSE HE'S FROM THE FATUI but that's a matter for another post

g*nshin fans will be like my manager 😍😍😍😍😍

[beca-mitchell]

can you please do one where beca sings tenetife sea by ed sheeran to chloe in a camp fire night beach setting because she did something stupid unintentionally and chloe got a little jealous and now she is trying to make it up to her. THANKS A LOT!

i’ve been listening to ed’s album non-stop, so thanks for that anon! here’s some soft angst + fluff that literally gave me a cavity??? im upset

all that you are is all that I’ll ever need

summary: apologies are best served at sunset, on the beach, supposedly

word count: 2143




“Beca.”


Chloe glances up only to see that Beca is engrossed with her phone and completely ignoring her.


“Beca,” she repeats, putting her handbag on the coffee table noisily. She nudges it against Beca’s leg, jolting Beca back into reality.


“I - sorry,” Beca says quickly. She tosses her phone aside and groans. She runs her hands over her face. “This upcoming publicity circuit is completely crazy and my writing sessions haven’t really been going well.”


Chloe’s stance softens and she moves to sit next to Beca on the couch. She leans her forehead into Beca’s shoulder and curls her hand around Beca’s arm. “You’re going to be fine,” she whispers. “Just take some time to yourself today.”


“I hope working from home helps,” Beca replies, reaching out to curl her hand over Chloe’s thigh. “I just don’t really want to be around people right now.”


Chloe grins, lifting her head to plant a kiss against Beca’s neck. She loves when Beca adopts her grumpy, antisocial persona. “Speaking of…make sure you take that call from my thesis supervisor today, okay? It’s so hard to just get some time with her because she’s on sabbatical and refuses to use email like a normal person. She won’t mind if you just take some notes down for me.” Beca hums in agreement. “Beca,” Chloe urges, swatting her girlfriend’s stomach. “I’m serious,” she says, laughing when Beca puffs out her cheeks. “C’mere,” she murmurs, leaning up to kiss her once.
 She lingers, resisting the urge to relax further against Beca’s side and just let the morning fade away.

But - the small mountain of paperwork she has on her desk at work floats into her mind, so she lets her tongue lick into Beca’s mouth just once more before pulling away.

Beca whines in protest when Chloe moves to stand up and she follows, cupping her hands on Chloe’s hips under her cardigan. “I never see you,” she protests. “You could stay,” she suggests, half-serious.

“I could,” Chloe agrees, sliding her hands on Beca’s arm so she can gently pry Beca’s hands off her. “Or I could go and earn some money and, you know, experience, so I can finish this degree and support the both of us. Since you’re such a slacker. Also, whose fault is it that you never see me?” Chloe asks, injecting some levity into her voice.

Beca tries to scowl - she really does - but she can’t help it when it comes to Chloe these days. Living with Chloe, even if it’s just for the spring and summer while Chloe interns in Los Angeles, has been bliss. There have been a few roadblocks here and there, but Beca vows she’ll be better with every passing day.

“Love you!” she calls out to Chloe’s retreating back.

“Love you, too,” is Chloe’s muffled shout from behind the closed front door.

The day flies by in a haze. Beca takes at least four Advils throughout the day and shuts herself into her music so she can at least feel somewhat productive.

She’s jolted out of her music-induced reverie when hands gently slide her headphones off her head.

“Did you even eat today?” Chloe’s voice asks, concerned and amused.

Beca spins to face Chloe, standing in front of her and holding a bag of take-out in her hand. She’s about to smile at the gesture when it occurs to her-

“Shit,” she says, before she can stop herself.

The smile slides off Chloe’s face. “You didn’t take the call,” she infers. “Beca! That was really important!” She turns to the machine on Beca’s desk, clicking through the menu. There’s a missed call. 

“I’m sorry!” Beca scrambles up, not bothering to slide her feet into her slippers. She winces when she touches hardwood with her bare feet, but follows after Chloe. “Don’t be mad,” she implores.


“I’m not mad,” Chloe replies, though the way her jaw tightens indicates otherwise.


“Okay, you’re mad,” Beca says, fiddling with the zipper on her sweater. She can see a myriad of emotions in Chloe’s eyes. “Chloe, I’m…I’m really sorry. I know how important this call was to you.” She tries to push past the lump in her throat, a more frequent occurence ever since she started working with her new manager and even newer publicist. She thought taking time to work from home would help her stress levels and solidfy her relationship with Chloe, but it doesn’t quite seem to be working.

Chloe swallows, nodding. “I…I think if you knew how important it was, you’d have taken the call, Beca. This…this isn’t the first time, okay? You’ve been forgetting dates, skimping on meals, forgetting events that you promised you’d attend with me.” She sighs, blowing a couple strands of hair out of her face. “I mean, you can remember to take your intern out for lunch, but you can’t remember this?”

Beca bristles. “You said you weren’t mad about that.”

Chloe scowls - a rare sight - and it makes Beca backtrack. “I’m not mad,” Chloe hisses. “But it sure says something when you remember to take your beautiful blonde intern out for a lavish lunch, but forget your girlfriend’s important phone call. All you would have had to do was take some notes.”

A brief silence passes over them. 

Chloe seems to expel all her frustration in one breath, leaving her looking resigned and tired instead.

“Chloe,” Beca starts.

“I’m sorry for snapping,” she apologizes in true Chloe fashion, though it only makes Beca feel worse. “I’m going to work on some stuff, okay?”


Beca sighs as well when Chloe turns. “Okay. Same.”

Beca puts down her headphones after at least an hour of producing absolutely terrible quality music. She scowls at the folder of keysmashed-named music files and closes her laptop a bit excessively. She tugs her headphones off and rests them on top of her closed laptop, running her hand over the worn fabric along the ear cushions.

When she closes the door, she can see the back of Chloe’s head over the couch. It’s bowed slightly and there are messy strands of hair falling out of Chloe’s bun. It makes her want to both smile and cry at the same time. She makes her way over slowly, eyes tracked on the back of Chloe’s head, then profile as she walks around the couch, then finally the way Chloe’s eyes refuse to lift to look at her when she settles next to her.

“Hey,” she breathes, though it barely makes a sound and sounds more like a gasp. She clears her throat, realizing she hasn’t spoken in at least an hour. Chloe’s hand twitches on her lap, but she makes no other motion. Beca hesitantly reaches for her hand, but she chickens out at the last minute and grabs the headphone that Chloe doesn’t have in her ear. She tentatively lifts it to her own ear and basks in the quiet instrumentals of pop ballads.

Beca bites her lip when she immediately recognizes it as Chloe’s Tired playlist – the one she plays when she needs an emotional recharge or just quiet time alone. Beca has learned over the years – first as Chloe’s friend, then now as her girlfriend (it still sends a thrill through her) – that Chloe’s need for space is short. She prefers company, contact, and being able to talk about things, but often out of respect for Beca’s need for quiet, she waits patiently for Beca to speak first.

Chloe shifts then, sliding her hand across the small distance on the couch between them to Beca’s thigh. The small touch releases the tension and Beca literally feels a breath drain from her. She leans unapologetically into Chloe, pressing a kiss into her shoulder. 

“I don’t want to fight,” Beca says softly. It’s quiet enough that it almost gets lost in the music that’s flowing through Chloe’s earphones. She removes them – one from her ear, one from Beca’s – and turns to look at Beca, equally apologetic.

“I don’t want to fight either,” Chloe murmurs, tilting her head so she’s pressing a kiss into soft brown hair. Beca makes a noise of contentment and slides her hand across Chloe’s waist, snuggling further into her side.

“I’m grateful you’re here with me,” Beca says after a brief pause. And she is. She’s grateful every time Chloe makes time to fly to Los Angeles to see her. She’s grateful that Chloe wants to work on their relationship as much as she does, even though it scares her beyond belief when she thinks about asking Chloe to move in permanently after she’s done with school. She’s so grateful to just have Chloe; that Chloe’s the most supportive person in her life. “And I’m sorry that I made you feel like I didn’t think your work was important.”

“You didn’t, not really,” Chloe whispers, tapping her fingers on Beca’s shoulder. “I shouldn’t have snapped. It really wasn’t that big of a deal and now how stressed you’ve been, recently. I should have set up something else.” It’s so sincere and honest and understanding. Beca chokes on a whimper and wipes hastily at her eyes before she turns slightly in Chloe’s arms. Chloe’s eyes are pretty much at their brightest blue, though the vibrancy is dampened by the threatening tears and residual hurt shining in them. Beca’s own heart seems to constrict at the expression and she leans up to kiss Chloe once, twice-

“Wait,” Chloe murmurs, gently pushing her phone from her lap so it clatters on the coffee table. “I love you,” Chloe says softly. “I’m not going anywhere, you know?”

“Yeah?” Beca voices, allowing Chloe to tug her back playfully so she’s pressed comfortably against Chloe’s front. “Well, same,” she says nonchalantly.

Chloe pinches her side.

Beca laughs, letting the relief and security wash over her. “I love you,” she promises in return. “I want you. You should know,” she says haughtily, “that I’m small but scrappy. I’ll fight to keep you,” she declares, unsure where all these words are coming from. “This is you and me,” she says, tilting her head back to look at Chloe who is casually running her fingers through strands of Beca’s hair comfortingly. “I’m going to fight for you with the same amount of inappropriate lack of personal space you used when you made me sing that damn duet.” Chloe’s laughter reverberates through her back.

Chloe’s phone and playlist lay temporarily forgotten, though Beca’s pleased that she’s able to be as equally effective as a playlist that she hopes Chloe will never use again. Chloe hooks her chin over Beca’s shoulder and presses light, slow kisses against her neck, hands flexing over the fabric of Beca’s shirt covering her stomach.

An idea springs to hermind, fighting its way through the slow, gentle haze of desire.

Before she can get too swept up, Beca forces her eyes open and leans forward and away from Chloe’s warmth.

She opens Chloe’s laptopand searches up something, hoping that the sheer sappiness of thisgesture doesn’t kill her.

“What are you doing?”Chloe murmurs, trying to look over her shoulder, sounding slightlydisappointed.

“Wait.”

“Campfire and ocean waveswhite noise?” Chloe asks, reading off the screen, even as Beca’s flush rises high on her cheeks. She quickly full-screens the video.

“I’m trying to woo you,”Beca says petulantly. She twists, gently pushing Chloe back on the couch soshe’s lying prone. Chloe’s amused expression doesn’t quite leave, though hereyes darken a tad and her hands come to rest on Beca’s hips. “It’s rainingoutside,” she says unnecessarily.

Chloehums, lifting a hand to tangle into Beca’s hair. “I noticed.”

“Shh,”Beca says, beginning humming the chorus of the song she caught a glimpse of onChloe’s phone. Some Ed Sheeran song from years ago.

Chloe’seyes fall shut, enjoying the movement of Beca’s hands under her shirt and theoccasional kiss against her neck and jaw between humming.

“So inlove,” Beca half-whispers, half-sings. The effect, combined with the (fake)beach ambience makes the heat in Chloe’s body spike immediately.

And with that, they’re kissing for all they’re worth again,forgetting the events of the day, at least for the moment. It’s no matter; whatmatters is that they come out of every hiccup stronger than they were before.Chloe effectively stops Beca’s (admittedly lovely) singing with a more forcefulkiss, cupping her hand around the back of her neck.

As Chloe’s laptop screen flickers into sleep mode, neither womannotices through tender touches and passionate kisses. With every pass of a surehand over soft skin, Chloe wonders how she got so lucky and Beca privatelytries to think of more ways to make it up to Chloe – to make it up to the womanwho consistently makes her house feel like a home.

[utopia-game]

INTERVIEW: Sadira sits down with PersainCat

Hello everyone, this is Sadira and I’m sitting here having a drink (Pepsi) with PersainCat, leader of Divinity and he has agreed to take time out of his busy schedule to answer some questions. (S): How long have you been playing Utopia? (P): On and off since age 8 (S): How did you get into Utopia? (P): Friend in school was playing and it looked fun so I created my own prov and have been hooked ever since (S): Do you play other games as well? What games? (P): Yea, I play a variety of other games. I migrated to mostly PC games right as the Arma 2 DayZ mod was first released and miss it, there aren’t a ton of games that recapture that feel. As it died off and lost popularity I've ended up putting some time into Ark, League of legends, PUBG, Stellaris, Civilizations, Age of empires 2 and still make my foray over the console for Mario Maker. (S): Does your significant other hate that you play utopia? Have you tried to get them into playing? (P): I'm unattached...so lucky mean no impact on utopia. But generally utopia doesn't have that much impact on my personal life, been playing so long it just kinda sets the tempo for my life. (S): Would you like to give a shout out to any past kds you have played for? (P): Well I spent my early ages of my time in random ghetto's followed by genesis. Then in the late 30's came back to WoL and the core of that kd merged with Divinity late 40's. Three of us remain so there no long term kds shout out to anymore. (S): Who do you feel you learned the most about this game from? (P): Troll....he’s my current "war leader." Really though he's the other half that makes my kd work...no matter how smart/good the rest of my players/leaders are he can tweak things just enough to make the kd concept successful. (S): How would you describe your kd and kdmates? (P): KD is home, kdmates are "friendly". Besides the typical 'everyone in my kd is my friend" the real focus of Divinity is we don’t accept those into the kd that don’t fit in personality wise no matter how good they are, and because of that we have a core of about 30 that rotate in and out. I think of the current 25 only 4 have <5 ages in the kd and 20 have been with the kd since we absorbed Shinra in the 50's. (S): To what do you attribute the successes of your kd to? (P): As above, the people. As our personality mix is correct it means every single player that stays here more than 1 age just gets it. For example one of my biggest slackers spent an age legal xlogging a full avian kd in one of the utopia competitors yet can come outa eowcf on 3 epa 9 dspec on a pure attacker. Sigh, yet a few words and he’s fixing it and knows he ****ed up (S): Does your kd have a particular goal in mind each age? (P): Fun, fun is always the sole goal. Mind you it’s more fun to win then lose, and we've aimed for top land once or twice, but those things are always secondary to having an interesting and overall "fun" age. (S): Do you have a particular race combo that you love and find yourself always wanting to play? (P): Personally I love the concept of undead mystic. High wpa, lots of smashing. Miss it not having NM or hospitals or well science as of late though. (S): Do you have any suggestions to potential new players or existing players that might find themselves lost? (P): Go play genesis and talk in chat. Talking helps, getting someone to mentor/suggest things helps but nothing quite makes the game more fun/easier to figure out then spending a few ages just doing random **** till u figure out what u like/have the most fun with. That’s harder to do in WoL even in a ghetto. (S): Genesis is so fast though and can be overwhelming to new players. Couple hours of inactivity and you find yourself intra razed (P): True and that teaches you to always log in (S): Describe any funny or peculiar incidents that made you either laugh until your sides hurt or had you wanting to throw your computer/phone out the window. At this point PersainCat sent me a link to some saved quotes from his kd. I will share some of the more humourous ones that everyone can relate to. <@AzureKnight> Current Honor 1,512 <@AzureKnight> IM HONORABLE <@Frylock> I am the lord of the plunder <@AzureKnight> its normal to take your neighbors chicken at midnight <@Chane> never was in whore school, care to teach? :P <~PersainCAT> my kd role is that of kd nub <@Zaza> *persain pulls down his pants* <&Troll> *troll pulls a big spoon up from his pocket* <@Liberado> imagine the hardship that will be caused by those logging at work and a co-worker walking by seeing a wall of dicks' Acti and Peetah agree that undeads are Intel *****es What is mages fury again? •Gust> Going fort OOP is opening the gateway to your rectum I want a bang bang with ur body yo <@AzureKnight> this ***** just went on vacation <@Liberado> probably the smartest move anyone from that kd has made woke up with a boner having to pee, now I cant fall asleep again =( <@Carberphone> Safe and easy money <@Binar> failed x3 Squadron', 'PersainCAT need to see if anyone else can get it in 'peetah', 'persain donates 1.2mil gc for the dragon at 4:19. Peetah: weren\'t we supposed to wave 5:1? Persain: oh ****.' <•Binar> NOOOOOOOO <•Binar> I ****ED UP <•Binar> and released all my archers <@AzureKnight> i wish i wasnt so fat 'Llama: Need gold before tick, On 0....Maxwell: province?.... Llama: Send me food, thanks... Maxwell: WHAT IS YOUR PROVINCE... Llama: That is my prov {prov name=send me food} <@Maxwell> My manhood is throbbing with glee (S): (after having a chuckle going thru the quotes) If you could go back in time and give the 'newb' you one piece of advice, what would it be? (P): My suggestion to noobs is find a core of players and someone willing to lead, follow them and stick with em. Game is to have fun with people u enjoy talking to nothing more (S): If you could sit down and have a drink with DavidC, what would you be drinking and what suggestions would you like to mention? (P): I’d just be drinking water, nothing like a good glass of water. As for suggestions, I’m game for just about any, doesn’t seem like massive radical changes going to happen to just mess with things so simplest things I think could be fun FOR AN AGE, overfunding dragons, we have over pumping ritual, why not let us send a 200% power 400% hp dragon would be funny to see a kd lose 30% ME to a fully funded ruby or -60% gains lol that and I'd like to see unlimited # of generals, I chain u I have 500k off u have 10k def...welcome to 50 tap city. Even at 3-4 acres a pop u could really damage someone (S): LOL, I don’t know if I like that last one (P): There’s something to be said for an age of gimmick (S): Anything you would like to add or any shout outs to any players? (P): Naw, to many people to say cheers to, and just happy to be asked (S): I appreciate you taking this time to do this. I always felt it is the same people that get interviewed and I wanted to get out to those that have been around but don't always crown. I think they are just as important as any "crowning" kd (P): Indeed, though i might be one of the people that gets interviewed a tad more often of the non crowning kds, might not wanna make me FIRST Sorry, PersainCat but you are first for me. Thanks again for taking the time to talk to me.