#its just getting so annoying to me to read the same complaints over and over again

[skitskatdacat63]

I'm so tired of reading the manga-only jjk discussion threads where people complain about them not animating smth from the manga. Bcs my god, every single time you just gotta wait till the next week's ep and undoubtedly, that thing will be at the beginning of the ep. Like every single time. No patience 😭 no appreciation for dramatic effect 😭

[stsgluver]

𝐒𝐍𝐀𝐏𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓 𝐏𝐓.𝟐 — gojo satoru

synopsis. another installment of the first years going through old videos of their teacher and his friends

wc. 4.1k

tags. gojo x reader, reader in the same class as gojo, ft. nanami and haibara

an. do I have any idea where im taking this? no. still think its cute though (let’s hope the next part doesn’t take me another couple of months 🤭)

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“good evening boys,” nobara burst into megumi and yuuji’s room. the former who was shocked awake from his nap and the latter who had two big bags of popcorn in either arm. he’d been waiting for an hour for the orange-haired girl, a bright grin on his face.

“you can’t just come into our room,” megumi grumbled, pulling his pillow over his head and rolling over in his bed. nobara and yuuji ignored his complaint, dragging both chairs in their room in front of yuuji’s desk. nobara set up the laptop whilst yuuji ran to nobara’s room to grab a third chair. after five minutes of rustling, their movie night was read.

“come sit all, it’s movie time!” the orange-haired girl said excitedly, pulling megumi’s comforter off of him. he sported his usual frown but sleepily complied nonetheless, dragging the blanket around his body as he sat next to yuuji (who then forced the dark-haired teen to share some of the blanket with him). 

“we’re in detention.” the screen opened up with you – hair pulled back into a ponytail as you wore your usual uniform. the three students could recognise the wall behind you as one of their own classes. 

“not our fault,” shoko added, fixing gojo’s glasses on the top of her head. the two of you spoke in hushed whispers, glancing towards the door where, presumably, yaga was on the other side. you had shoved your desk closer to shoko’s so it was basically one big desk and the camera was balanced in the middle.

“never is,” you pinched the bridge of your nose, shooting the person next to you a glare. 

shoko lightly shifted the camera so that geto could come into frame. he raised his hands up in surrender, “it’s not mine either.”

“satoru is getting yelled at by sensei right now,” you whisper shouted, pointing towards the door. if yuuji turned the volume up any louder, they’d be able to hear yaga yet again scolding gojo for another mistake he’d made on a mission – an order he’d probably disobeyed the more confident he grew in his own ability.

shoko frowned, throwing her hands up in exasperation, “he literally knows it was that idiot. why are we being punished?”

“maybe yaga thinks if we get annoyed at satoru he’ll stop,” geto reasoned with a sigh, as if though he wasn’t gojo’s partner in crime and equally as complicit when he entertained his antics. 

“no he won’t. he thinks by punishing us, satoru will have some epiphany about his actions impacting other people. like he thinks far enough ahead to come to that realisation,” you dropped your head down onto your desk. geto laughed quietly, giving you a ‘comforting’ pat on your shoulder.

shoko leant close to the camera, a sharp pencil in hand that she lightly jutted forward, “count your days, gojo satoru.”

the classroom door slid open and the camera was abruptly dropped as yaga walked in, a head of white hair only seconds behind. “is that a came–?” his voice was muffled and cut off quickly as the clip ended.

“bagsy my turn,” yuuji practically jumped from his seat, almost spilling the popcorn everywhere as his half off the blanket dropped from his lap. 

megumi grumbled at him as he grabbed the blanket and bag of popcorn from his excitable classmate. “oh no i was in such a rush,” he sarcastically quipped and nobara lightly nudged his shoulder.

gojo behaved as a god now, untouchable to all as he alone was the strongest. even though their teacher had never been anything but overtly childish, his cursed energy wasn’t something that could be ignored. seventeen year old gojo was as human as they come, lovesick and reckless and happy. the balance of the world was yet to be forced upon him. 

yuuji grinned as he sat back properly, having only taken a fraction of the time to find a video he wanted in comparison to their previous snooping session. taking back his bag of popcorn, he settled himself back under the blanket. “want some?” he offered megumi, who shook his head in response. “your loss.”

as per usual, it was shoko’s face up close and personal with the camera as she adjusted the lens and made sure that it was on and focused. once she was satisfied, she spun the camera so that it was facing nanami – yuuji could hardly contain himself at seeing his beloved teacher look so… not muscular and scary. small giggles filling the dorm room.

the two were in one of the tokyo classrooms, and sat on desks on opposing sides of the room. nanami had his head deep in a book that would probably kill any of his classmates from sheer boredom alone.

“who do you think the first of us to die will be?” shoko asked indifferently as nanami’s eyebrows furrowed and he slowly looked to his left with an unimpressed expression. even as a sixteen year old, he was set in his rigid mannerisms and beliefs and often saw his four seniors as pains in the ass. whilst you and shoko were definitely ranked higher in his list of people he could tolerate than gojo and geto, questions like this made him contemplate his future in jujutsu sorcery if this was who he was going to be working alongside.

“why are you asking me that?”

“answer,” shoko demanded, zooming in the camera on nanami’s face. his blonde hair was held neatly in his side parting and he looked like anyone but the nanami the students were familiar with. 

it looked like he was contemplating telling shoko she was odd, or completely blanking her and opting to finish his book, but the thoughtful silence was interrupted by a sudden thud outside of the classroom. their heads darted up to look at the door and peer through the open doorway into the hallway only to hear gojo’s faint ‘i’m okay!’. 

nanami let out a drawn out sigh, shaking his head. “him.”

“none of us!” haibara’s voice called out as he peered out of the classroom’s cupboard that he’d been reorganising (it had been gojo and geto’s job but they’d left it worse than when they’d arrived and he really didn’t want to get told off again by yaga). 

shoko eyed the camera in disbelief, not even trying to entertain the young teen’s impossible ideology. “you know the mortality rate of a sorcerer right?” she called back to haibara who didn’t falter in his cheeriness as he affirmed his point.

“and? geto and gojo are almost special grades already! you’ve got to have some faith in us,” he grinned, slipping his jacket back on as he finished up his tidying. his footsteps held a skip that the older students had lost – an innocence that was rarely allowed to exist in the jujutsu world. 

yuuji had stopped giggling at the younger appearances of the sorcerers he now knew because he didn’t know him. it was a reminder to the three that no matter how positive they remained against the hardships that would come, it wouldn’t matter. it was kill or be killed and one tiny little mistake, one movement a fraction of a second too late, was the difference between getting paid and coming home in a body bag. 

“lame,” shoko rolled her eyes. she tapped her twin twice as she pondered her own question before pointing at the blond opposite her, “my guess is nanami.” despite his disinterest in the question itself, he shot a look of offence to shoko who raised her free hand in surrender. “imagine this: you’re put on a mission with gojo. you’d ask the curse to kill you.”

“i’m getting killed by a curse?” the special grade in question peered into the classroom, glasses pushed up onto his head and revealing his renowned dazzling blue eyes. there was a small scratch on his cheek – presumably from whatever he’d hit into a few minutes prior.

“no, nanami is to avoid you.”

gojo gasped, one hand on the door frame and the other over his heart as he cried out that ‘that couldn’t be true’ and nanami was his ‘bestest bestie for life’. he only halted his dramatics when you and geto forced him out of the doorway so you could join the rest of your classmates.

you sat in your usual seat next to shoko and geto sat on top of your desk. gojo, on the other hand, remained at the door, jaw practically on the floor as he aggressively pointed at the annoyed blond. “guys, nanami is going to die so he doesn’t have to be friends with me, defend me!”

“at least one of us is brave enough to end our suffering,” geto teased, pinching the bridge of his nose with a grin as you lightly hit his arm, scolding him for entertaining gojo’s behaviour.

instead of giving the white haired sorcerer’s antics any more attention, shoko turned the camera so that it was only a couple of inches from your face. “who do you think will die first?”

“satoru,” you said in unison with geto, eliciting another gasp as gojo dropped onto the floor, faking death. 

when he didn’t get the sympathetic reaction he wanted, he abruptly sat up, pointing a finger directly at you and geto, “did we all just forget five minutes ago when i kicked your asses in training?”

“i’m literally a grade two sorcerer, what sort of flex is that mr i’m-practically-special-grade-please-worship-the-ground-i-walk-on?” you scoffed. the video ended a few moments later, cutting off laughter and satoru bickering with you. 

there was a brief moment of silence – mixed feelings towards what the three had just witnessed. of course it was fun to watch their teacher and his friends but death was a sobering event.

“megumi?” nobara gestured for him to take his turn on choosing their next video but he shook his head, cradling what remained of the bag of popcorn (he’d stolen it back after yuuji nearly spilled once he saw nanami).

“no thanks, you can take my go,” he offered and nobara grinned, worries set aside as she leant forward to find the next video. it was like watching a tv show but it was real life and she knew the characters.

yuuji tried to argue it should be his go – megumi did steal his popcorn after all – but megumi didn’t care enough to aid his argument and there was no way yuuji could overpower the orange-haired sorcerer without his support. nobara was a force to be reckoned with and yuuji was scared to make her mad. 

“is that the teacher from kyoto?” nobara asked after several moments of silently scrolling.

yuuji leaned forward to look at the thumbnail of the video she held the cursor over and in between two tall cherry blossom trees was utahime iori. “it is!” he said excitedly; he’d never seen her without the scar before.

the video opened with utahime running towards the camera from the pink trees. they were fully bloomed and in the background there were tourists taking photos.

“did you get a good picture? does my hair look okay?” utahime asked whoever was behind the camera. the questions were so mundane – the questions of teenage girls worried more about their social media than if they’d survive their next mission.

“yeah don’t worry it always does,” shoko’s voice was heard speaking. her hand appeared in the frame a moment later as she handed utahime back her phone. “here’s your phone.”

“you never say that to me,” you grumbled.

“take the hint,” shoko threw a handful of cherry blossom leaves at you and there was the sound of rustling as you tried to shake what you could out of your hair. 

“shoko ieiri!” you whined, followed by some incoherent threat and a complaint that you’d just had your hair done after some curse had ruined it the other week.

utahime picked up the camera, lifting it high up to show off the trees and bustling streets of tourists and commuters. “i thought we specifically didn’t bring gojo and geto to avoid childless arguments.”

“yn’s fault,” shoko countered, jumping away into the frame of the camera as you tried to hit her arm. she giggled, half behind utahime, “do you at least have gojo’s card?”

“you mean this gorgeous thing?” you appeared on the other side of utahime, sleek black card between your fingertips that you showed to the camera. “today is on him ladies.”

“you truly are taking one for the team being with him, i retract all earlier insults.” shoko held her hand out for a truce, bowing her head as you took her hand.

“i appreciate it, it’s not an easy task,” you dramatically wiped a fake tear away from the corner of your eyes. gojo had given you the card before you’d embarked on your monthly trip to the city, telling you that as long as you brought back a bag of sweets and kikufuku from that one cafe, he didn’t care what you spent.

you froze a moment later, a look of deep thought crossing your features, “can you guys hear that?”

“no,” utahime frowned, a look of concern as she glanced around at the crowd. if your day was about to be ruined by a curse, or worse yet, curse users–

“sounds like the card is saying we need to buy overpriced starbucks.” the three of you broke out into grins at the potential that the black card had given you.

“oh my god, you’re so right and wait,” shoko grabbed your wrist and brought the card close to her ear, “it needs cigarettes to be bought too.”

“shoko! you said you were quitting,” utahime nudged her and shoko blew her an apologetic kiss. the nicotine patches she’d bought to try and quit were still sealed and in a draw she hadn’t opened since she put them in there several weeks ago. quitting was nothing more than a fantasy considered once every blue moon.

“she’s a liar–”

“–and proud,” shoko finished your sentence with a nonchalant shrug.

“i wish sensei would give me his card for a day,” nobara said wistfully as the video ended, twisting a strand of her orange hair around her finger as she mentally plotted the order in which she’d go to all of the shops in tokyo. all she’d need was a full day – 9 to 5 – and she’d never have to shop another day in her life. 

“you’d max it out within an hour,” yuuji scoffed, scooping a handful of the popcorn into his mouth. nobara scrunched her nose up at him as he messily chewed down.

“actually it’s a lot harder than it would seem,” megumi noted.

nobara raised a brow at him – megumi and shopping? “you’ve tried?”

“we tried multiple times,” megumi spoke without much of a second thought. his jaw clenched slightly as he realised his mistake and the consequential curious eyes . pointing to the dark screen, he lightly elbowed the boy next to him’s side, “yuuji take your go quick before i kick kugisaki out so i can sleep.”

“welcome to yn’s kitchen- don’t touch that,” you whacked geto’s hand with a wooden spoon, stopping him from dipping his finger into the bowl of chocolate icing. the dark haired sorcerer cradled his ‘injured’ hand though it was comical to believe you’d actually done any damage – he was at least an entire six inches taller than you.

“today we made a cake,” you held your arms out in a jazz hands manner to show something that… resembled a cake? if the students squinted maybe they’d agree.

“for satoru’s birthday,” geto added, pulling out the big ‘18’ candles that would eventually be used. 

it was pretty obvious that neither of you had any real baking experience, but the thought was definitely there. the shape somewhat was cylindrical, only a small clump had chosen to stay in the pan and had to be ‘surgically’ glued back to the rest of the shape with a large scoop of nutella. you were hoping that the icing would disguise the bitterness of the burnt edges.

“taste it,” you smiled at the camera, shifting the plate towards geto like you were on some cooking show and that pile of sponge was something to be proud of.

geto pushed the plate back without any hesitation, “i don’t want to.”

“do it.”

“you do it.”

your smile dropped and you flashed geto a glare before composing yourself by clearing your throat. taking a deep breath, you broke off a tiny piece of the top layer of the cake, “so i’m now going to trial this small bit for research purposes.”

you barely had chewed twice before your mouth was scrunching up in disgust and you were disappearing off camera to find a bin to spit it out into.

geto, unfazed and unsurprised by your joint failure, picked up the spatula and began dolloping it onto the top of the cake.

“that’s horrendous-” you came back in view with a glass of water in hand. “what are you doing?”

“hiding that with icing,” he stated obviously.

“we’re still giving that to him?”

geto grinned, directly at the camera as he hoped gojo would find this video after he too ate this. “obviously we’re still giving it to him.”

“it’s weird,” yuuji hummed once the video ended, “those two were sensei’s closest friends and yet he doesn’t speak about either.”

“can you blame him? have you ever spoken to maki about the attack geto led against the school last year?” nobara pointed out and yuuji’s eyes widened as he’d nodded. maki was a woman of few words but when it came to yuta? she’d spend all day ranting about how much she disliked geto and that he’d gotten what was coming to him.

“my turn,” megumi placed the now empty bag of popcorn onto the floor as he scrolled and clicked on the first video that he could find. you weren’t a conversation he was ready to have yet – he could bearly speak to gojo about it, let alone the two loudest mouths in the school.

the video opened to the loud sound of the subway. shoko and geto were sat on one side whilst you and gojo on the other – with you holding up the camera as your beloved boyfriend stood up in the middle of the subway carriage.

“fit check!” gojo did a little spin, showing off his basic hoodie and baggy jeans that he wore almost every time the four snuck out of the high school – or in fact, did anything together for that matter. for someone so rich he really did not use his wealth to its full capacity.

after his little twirl and bow, he dropped back down next to you, looking over the camera into your eyes as he seeked your validation. “i look hot right?”

“you always look hot,” you flipped the camera to face yourself as you not-so-subtly-whispered, “his mum paid me to say that.” the students knew their teacher well enough to know that the dramatic gasp they heard was almost definitely followed by an overexaggerated display of anguish. your giggles and geto’s laughter only confirmed the conclusion.

“i think i need a kiss to recover. or i’ll spend the rest of my days as a ghost, heart broken and never able to leave this subway as i haunt it and all the other coup–” the lens view was obstructed by their teacher’s hoodie as you gave into his demands, cutting off his pathetic rant. 

a loud groan was heard from shoko as she snatched back the camera and held it up to her unimpressed face and geto gagging. “i prefer it when they’re broken up,” she grumbled. 

before megumi could interject and tell nobara to get out now (he didn’t care if yuuji teased him for his ‘need for beauty sleep’), the video ended and automatically opened onto the next one. his words were caught in his throat at the oh-so-familiar apartment.

“get that out of my face.” you were older now, only be a few years but there was a scar on your neck that hadn’t been there in any of the other videos. gojo’s laugh could be heard as he ignored your request and instead held it up high enough to capture you both in the frame.

“you don’t remember this old thing?” he wrapped an arm around your shoulders and pressed a kiss to your forehead, securing you before you could duck away from him.

“we’re twenty one stop acting like we’re ancient,” you crossed your arms in front of yourself as you accepted that maybe just possibly you didn’t quite the match the strength of jujutsu’s strongest sorcerer.

“we may as well be. we’ve got two kids.”

your eyes widened and you shook your head, “we do not–”

“yn!” a small megumi appeared in the corner of the frame and you quickly shut up as gojo gave you an i-told-you-so look. “gojo said he’d help me with my maths homework. an hour ago.” 

the smugness almost instantly vanished from the sorcerers face as you glared at him for once again avoiding his responsibilities. because apparently there was more to looking after children than feeding them and taking them out for the day as a reward when they beat up bullies in school.

“i’m a busy man megumi, saving lives, helping–” gojo winced as you elbowed him in the side, allowing you to slip from his grasp.

“ignore him megs, let’s go into the living room,” you said, ushering the small boy out of the room. two years of this and you were surprised that megumi even still bothered to give gojo a chance to act his age.

“don’t take my sweets!” 

you halted megumi purposefully, “do you want gojo’s sweets?” the camera although kind of forgotten now, still had the young boy in view and picked up his smirk in full as he nodded.

“i’d love them.” gojo winced again, pretending like tears were about to start falling. as if though he couldn’t easily afford to replace anything they did eat by the thousands.

“perfect,” you exaggerated in a condescending tone. as the amazing parent that you were, you made sure not to forget about the other child that was staying with you. “tsu! do you want a treat?”

“yeah!”

“even better,” you clapped your hands together and gestured for megumi to continue on into the living room again. “have fun with your camera love. i’m very busy adulting here.”

“this isn’t over,” the white haired sorcerer shook his head, betrayal clear on his features.

you mouthed the words ‘i love you’, blowing him a little kiss as you disappeared around the corner. gojo gave you a fake grin, narrowing his eyes at the camera.

“jokes on them, i pay the bills. no more electricity for them.”

“you were so cute!” yuuji practically squealed as he and nobara jumped up 

“your hair was so spiky!” nobara reached out to poke at his less bold spikes that he sported nowadays. they had earnt him his nickname of ‘sea urchin’ but still couldn’t beat his younger hairdo.

“can we meet her?” yuuji asked, the poor boy having been oblivious to any of the social cues that nobara already had. nobara coughed at his request, eyes flicking between the two boys.

megumi shook his head. “i think that’s enough for tonight. please, kugisaki,” he nodded his head towards the door. the girl gave him a quick salute, completing her secret handshake with yuuji before she grabbed the laptop and disappeared from their dorm back to her own.

the dark haired student ignored yuuji’s complaints as he dropped himself back onto his bunk bed, reaching for his phone. upon opening his messages, he scrolled to a contact and pressed on the chat. 

all of the messages displayed on the screen were sent from him to the unknown contact. there was never a response, or even a read message. just ‘delivered’. he knew that if he scrolled up it would be much the same. the last message he’d ever received was one on his 14th birthday; a simple ‘happy birthday. i love you. i’m sorry’.

hi. we miss you. i hope you’re doing okay.

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[devilheartsblog]

I watch World of Winx,this is what I have to say about Season 1

Before anything I’m considering WoW it’s SEPERATE CANON. No Alfea, no Dragon Flame, no Black Circle, no Earth Fairies. But I will touch on the connections to the show in a later point.

Let’s start with the things I like. The concept is alright, I was doubtful but after watching the show it made more sense. Some new characters like the talents, Ace, the Queen and Shaman were fun and I like the variety for the talents. Roxy was quite enjoyable too (until she went on a mission with Bloom and it felt like she was her apprentice again despite them seeming to be the same age). The way the Winx use their powers outside of battle was refreshing and it’s nice to see how they can read different auras, and I love Aisha using water, I just like elemental magic a lot so yea. I also quite liked Bloom arguing with ace and the build up to her getting fired, but the toupee thing was stupid.

Now the things I don’t like which there is a LOT. So brace yourselves guys. There are a lot of plot holes such as Bloom not revealing her fairy form to Jim but Naoki (the talent geek) is okay because I guess he likes comics?? Also Detective Evans and Gomez aren’t a main focus despite being important, and it’d be more interesting if they were Anabelle’s friends as her flashback shows a blonde woman and brunette guy. Some other plot points are references to Winx Club such as Bloom coming up with the name, the girls only being on Earth for months, and Roxy and Bloom having relations outside the club. Which, guys girls and nbs, makes me wonder WHERE THE FUCK ARE THE WIZARDS? Ogron get yo ass over here and capture Roxy you stupid f- It seems like the show wants to be its own thing but has to be like “hey remember they’re the Winx Club” which makes even less sense. There’s also the travelling problem with how going from Paris ro Beijin is a van drive away and Beijing to London is a 2 minute walk. And going from California to Switzerland is just around the corner. Makes you wonder how Jim got to all those places so easily.

Other than that Crocodile man was annoying past the 3rd episode, like please someone turn him into a purse. And while the Winx use their powers in unique ways outside of battle, in battle they suck hard. Flora uses the same vine spell on Crocodile Man 4 TIMES, is she stupid? And honestly a lot of the plot feels dragged out because of the battles if you ask me, especially Crocodile getting away with the watch about 3 times.

I’m dedicating Dreamix to its own section because where do I start. First off, I don’t like the designs. The outfits are too glam for battle and the wings are so over-detailed it’s gross and would be better fit for a live action effect. The transformation sequences are also pretty bad. The girls just sit around as magic dust gives them accessories, which just makes me miss season 1-4’s transformations. And the way they earn them is so…like why bother showing them earn it? Dreamix just happens out of nowhere, they didn’t do shit why should they get Dreamix? At least Mythix and Butterflix are earnt.

I think I’ll stop here otherwise the post will be a bible’s testament worth of complaints. Show’s okay. First half of season 1 was good but then someone invited a season 4 writer and now everything’s about Bloom. So yeah, see you guys on the flipside!

[louscartridge]

valintines day

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cw- none, other then its not really proof read lmao

requested by ❄ anon

summary- ray and y/n have hated every valentines day, except the past year, in result of being able to spend them together.

a/n: i like never write for ray romanticly, and i think this might be like the only time im going to lol soz.

valentines day. one of the cheesiest, most annoying holidays ever. it was just a stupid excuse for people to (usually) spend unnecessary money on someone their dating, just for them to break up 2 months later.

thats what you thought before you got with ray. the two of you got together on valentines day, making the day a little less pointless to you. ray thought the same thing. every valentines day he was throwing a little tantrum about how its pointless, and embarrassing. continuously going in circles to henry, charlotte, jasper, and somewhat shwoz. "even Laylani left me! without an explanation! stupid frickin hawai" they would all have to hear him repeat every year.

luckily, last year that finally stopped. there was no complaints from ray about valentines that year at all, and since ray and y/n were still together, everyone assumed it was gonna be the same this year.

you woke up before ray in the room that you guys shared in the man cave. after brushing your teeth and putting a pair of sweatpants on, you went downstairs. you put your hand over the screen of the autosnacker. "scrambled eggs". once you got your eggs, you turned around to put your plate on the table behind you, just to turn back around towards the autosnacker again. "water melon".

shortly after you ate, you started to get tired again. you layed you head ontop of your arms on the table. just as you were almost asleep, you feel a pair of hands hit down onto your shoulders.

he pushed himself up onto your shoulders, jumping like a kid. "y/n!" it was ray.

"woah youre awake" you say sarcastically.

"yeah here" ray says as he shoves a few roses onto the table infront of you in a glass vase.

you open your eyes slightly. "thank you" you say looking at the flowers just to be cut off by henry and jasper walking in from the elevator. "yeah!" they both start clapping. "we dont have to hear ray complain again this year uh uh" jasper starts dancing. "oh my god im going back to sleep" you say turning your head so your face down into your arms.

a couple hours later, you wake up to the sound of the emergency alarm going off. you lift your head up with a groan. "uhgg" "oh come on you need to wake up anyway" schwoz said while waving some sort of gun looking device around. "ok so im gonna take this before something else gets blown up" charlotte said taking the weapon away from schwoz. "time to blow a bubble" "and fight trouble" ray finished. "ok that was kinda lame" henry scoffed. ray ignored henrys remark for once, and walked over to you. "oh and before i forget, here" ray said before handing you a somewhat small square box. "love you" he said wrapping his arms around your head. "love you too" you said back, with your head on his chest. "ok lets go!" ray said rather fast before going up the tubes with henry.

'second valentines day is a win' you think to yourself.

[devine-fem]

lol might get hate for this but in my opinion in terms of the ranking the SuperBat pairings….

1.) Damijon/Jondami- Yes I’m completely bias but I never felt this strong for such a pairing (regardless either platonic/romantic! ) Such an iconic (chaotic) duo! I’m glad the dynamic of Damian and Jon worked out well and is well loved!

2.) Superbat-I mean they are the OGs and I can get why fans love their dynamic and pair them! I’m more bromance for them but I do look forward to their interactions whenever the two appear together!

3.) Timkon-I’m neutral for them. I like the fanarts if I see them but otherwise I think they seem more aesthetically good together than like actually together. Hey at least Tim has Bernard now and personally Kon deserves better.

Jon + Damian have squashed potential. Their friendship would have done both their characters so much good. Eventually, as they grew Jon would have felt like he’d have to chase after Damian and keep up and Damian would seek and find in Jon when it comes to anything he can’t obtain as a hero.

Out of all the popular ships, this one is particularly rare.

Imagine a world where Jon and Damian did engage in a romantic relationship in later years. I think it would be great queer rep to show two people who knew each other as friends - grappling with the same heroic pressures and coming to terms with the fact that they might not want to be just friends anymore (a common queer experience) I also think that in stories where they are do become Batman and Superman, it’d feel very refreshing to see DC have the courage to portray an iteration of their most popular characters like that.

These characters are both fairly new and not so much engraved into the audience. They both know each other and share chemistry so there wouldn’t be a lot of room for complaint.

Superbat is meh to me. Over the years, It has done a lot regarding DC fandom, it’s a ship that’s become iconic and is popular amongst passive fans which could become quite annoying.

Superbat is realistically, never going to happen. Respectfully, I doubt DC would do anything in all seriousness when it comes to anything romantic between these two.

Especially with the obvious things like how Batman is and how Clark has a wife and kids.

Although, no ship is shipped under the ideation of becoming canon so I give this pair its flowers because honestly, it could be nice in domestic situations or maybe a workplace relationship but I don’t see it being endgame or like anything happening at all in a likable way.

Timkon, I’m very, very bias about how much I dislike Timkon. Most Timkon shippers realistically do not read comics and I know this because I was one at first for a short amount of time and realized how deluded and far off from the truth Timkon actually is.

It’s crazy to me because fandom is so intense about this ship and all for it to be… alright?

A lot of Timkon stuff is boiled down to being one-sided on Tim’s part. It really irks me that Timkon's evidence is like Tim trying to clone Conner while knowing that he has a thing about not being cloned because he’s a clone himself which irks me.

Then him dating his ex-girlfriend is a HUGE red flag to me, especially when their relationship was semi-abusive and built on grief but good thing it didn’t last.

Also, Tim and Conner are NOT as close as people pretend they are. Conner doesn’t know much about Tim beyond him being Robin, they don’t hang out outside of being heroes.

In reality, Conner doesn’t know much about Tim at all and he’s much closer with his other teammates - literally any other YJ teammate other than Tim. Conner's established friendship with Tim caused a lot of really horrible character assassinations on Bart, Cassie, and Conner. It pushed all characters aside in an attempt to emphasize their relationship.

If they were to have a relationship then people acknowledge its toxicity - see toxicity doesn’t take away from shipability but frankly, I think both these characters deserve to be happy.

If they did date, I seriously give them half a year before they break up. I’m happy Tim is with Bernard because he seems much happier than he’s ever been. I’m sorry, reading those comics it felt like Tim was just grieving his friend after having lost a family member and he was spiraling and needing help, that’s not ‘cute’ to me.

Anyway, I notice Timkon shippers use Kon more as an accessory to Tim and melt his character down for that. If they read his comics then they’d know that he is canonically attracted to Bart anyway (I say canonically because of the on-the-nose insinuation which I take as gospel because it’s crazy for a writer to just outright mention Conner might be attracted to Bart.) Which Bart is most of the reason Conner is queer coded like he is now anyway.

Anyway, not saying all Timkon shippers are horrible but I don’t like the shippers or the ship. It’s substanceless for me. If you like it I’m very happy for you. I think all of these ships are iconic and adorable. This is just me being a person with an opinion.

Anyway, my thoughts.

[otakween]

Digital Monster: D-Project - Final Thoughts

Some quick stats:

This is my 13th Digimon game completed in less than 2 years, yay me!

This game took me 10 days to play. Love me a game that doesn't overstay its welcome.

This game was fantastic! It was probably most similar to the first Digimon World gameplay-wise, but waaay less convoluted and a lot cuter. Unlike in DW I had no problem getting the digivolutions I wanted and progressing through the game at a comfortable pace. There were a few "guide dang it!" moments here and there, but the game is mostly reasonable about hinting at what you're supposed to be doing. Full thoughts below.

Notes:

I loved the meta premise of this game. Basically when you boot it up, DemiDevimon comes along and "corrupts your game file." You then get sucked into the game world, "Swan World" (geddit, cuz Wonderswan?) The rest of the game is dedicated to restoring your corrupted surroundings and returning evil digimon to their nice forms. Very satisfying.

The v-pet aspect of the game was fun. The controls for calling/releasing your digimon were very intuitive. I liked how I could release them in various places like I was putting them out to pasture. The only really annoying thing was keeping the digimon fed because you had to input 4 digits to get one meat over and over and over again.

Of course I just used a guide to figure out the right codes, but the "enter a code and get a mystery digiegg" gimmick was cute. I really liked the animation of the egg slowly generating. It was a little weird because what digiegg you started with didn't matter much in the end, but oh well.

For some reason you have the ability to praise and scold your digimon? I understand praising because maybe it raises their happiness (I never actually checked), but there is no advantage to scolding in this game as far as I could tell.

Instead of the DW1 digivolution mechanic where you need a PHD in digivolving to get the right digimon, you just raise them in a certain environment to get the desired outcome. SO much easier. I liked that I could switch from line to line going from rookie to champion to make the game go quicker.

Except for the crazy last boss, it sort of felt like the difficulty level remained the same throughout the whole game. I brought a rookie into many battles, for example, and ended up being fine.

Omg the sprites in this game are so good!! Battling was so fun to watch (you can button mash to improve accuracy, but you don't really participate). Some kind soul uploaded all the sprites for download. I thought the Kyubimon victory animation was really funny:

Once I discovered jogress/DNA evolution I was like HELL YEAH 🔥🔥🔥 cuz the animation was so badass and took up like half the screen (wish I got more screenshots). There was also a really satisfying "BOOM!" sound effect during digivolution.

Lots of colorful, fun environments (especially compared to the last game which was blah). Another quality of life complaint is you have to go all the way to the start of the map every time you need food. There should have been more shortcuts to get from place to place.

I was actually kind of grateful that digimon die in this game. They have a pretty long lifespan, which is nice, but sometimes you need to clear up storage in your PC or you want the chance to raise a different type, so mons dying wasn't as soul crushing as in previous games.

If you can't read Japanese, I think I'd still recommend this game. The visuals and gameplay are enough to carry it and the controls/menus are pretty simple.

I give Digital Monster: D-Project an 8 out of 10

[jawritter]

Carry On

Chapter 15

Summary: It was just a simple hunt, found on a pie festival. It was supposed to be easy. Something they’d all done one hundred and one times a million. No one could have told Y/N, Dean, and Sam that nothing from that point on would ever be the same again.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader x Sam Winchester

Word Count: 2259

Warnings: Nightmare, Brief hint of a panic attack. Dean attempting to gain a little independence, some angst.

Due to the graphic nature of this fic, and the fact that it will eventually contain Smut. This fic is an 18 + only fic! If you’re under 18 DO NOT read this fic!

A/N: This fic is beta’d by @kazsrm67​​​​ Thanks so much love! Please do not copy my work! Feedback is golden! I hope you all enjoy this ride with me!

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Three weeks later

Dean’s POV: 

“One… two… three… four…”

Dean’s heart raced as he lay flat on his back in the empty bed, Y/N had apparently gotten up already and just let him sleep. If she had only known the nightmare he was having, she would have probably stayed, or at least got him up before it lingered too far, and he found himself counting his breaths to try and calm his shaking body. 

“Five… six… seven… eight…”

It all felt so real, like it was happening all over again. He could feel the bar in his back, his lungs collapsing and filling with thick fluid. He could his senses growing dimmer as he fought with the large monster in that god forsaken mask that he felt like he saw around every corner of his waking moment. 

When he woke himself up struggling with an opponent that did not exist in the waking world, he couldn’t even bring himself to scream, he just laid there with his chest tight, and his breaths coming in short, hot bursts. 

Finally, after a few minutes, his breathing started to come more easily, the shaking started to slow, and he felt like he’d been rung out like a fucking wet dishcloth as he brought his larger hands that were gripping the sheets beneath him just a few moments ago up to his face, hiding there as he tried to push the images still stuck in his head away. 

If there was one good thing about these nightmares, and even flashbacks at times, is they weren’t as bad as they were when he literally went to Hell, and they weren’t getting any worse. They just weren’t going away. Maybe it was just something that he’d have to live with for the rest of his life. If so, and his physical body regained its former strength, or at least some of it, he’d deal with the mental shit the same way he always did. Y/N didn’t need that kinda stress added to what was already a full plate. She’d already taken on taking care of a fucking grown man like a toddler without complaint, and there wasn’t a chance in hell he was going to add this to list of worries. 

Once he’d gotten his heart to slow down, and his breathing to what was normal, he pulled his hands away from his face with an annoyed huff, dreading the moment he had to sit up, and put his feet on the floor. 

Once he got himself up and moving, things weren’t so bad, but those first few steps out of bed in the morning, and sitting up for the first time in the morning, were damn near excruciating. 

“Come on Dean, don’t be a pussy,” he grumbled to himself, before taking a deep breath and hoisting his heavy body forward through gritted teeth. 

Miracle, who was standing at his food bowl eating his breakfast, heard his master struggling, and quickly trotted over to the bed and jumped up to make sure that Dean was okay. Dean blindly reached for him, patting him, scratching him behind his ear. 

“I’m okay boy,” he groaned as he forced himself to shift again, and throw his legs over the side of the bed. 

Once Miracle was satisfied Dean wasn’t dying, he jumped back down to his bowl and started to finish his meal. Apparently, Y/N had already fed him. That used to be something Dean did every morning, but now, it took so long to get himself moving in the morning that usually Y/N just did it for him. 

Dean closed his eyes as he let his bare feet hang off of the bed, poking out from under the covers that still draped over his lap in a ball, and tried to bite back the sudden bitterness that worked its way up his stomach and into his chest. God, he hated being suddenly forced to be dependent on someone else. It hurt almost as much as his back did.

“Nope,” Dean whispered to himself, pinching back the burning that suddenly filled his eyes as the pressure began to build with the tears that were begging to fall. “No, that’s not what you’re gonna do damnit. You’re gonna get up, go find Y/N, and get on with your day. Not sit here and cry like a bitch over shit you can’t change.” 

But God knows that’s all he wanted to do was lay back down in the comfort of his bed, and cry until he fell back asleep. So, in order to avoid doing just that, he grabbed the ball of cover that was resting on his lap, and threw them to the side, before grabbing the side of the bed with both hands, and taking a deep breath to prepare himself for the impending pain to come. That’s when he saw it, and his blood ran cold. 

He hadn’t had an erection since the night he almost died, yet, here it was. Not so seromonicouly staring him in the face.

He sat there, staring at the clearly visible tent between his legs, completely gripped in emotions. Normal men having gone through what he’d gone through would probably have been shouting around the room. Not Dean, he just sat there paralyzed in fear. 

This made things so much worse. What if Y/N was helping him take a shower tonight, or dress him, like she always did because nighttime was always the hardest to move around right before bed, and he popped a goddamn boner?! She’s gonna think he’s some fucking pervert! He did not need her to run off too, he’d already lost Sammy, if he lost her too, he might as well just lay down and die. 

Icy hot panic was seeping into his bloodstream from somewhere deep down in his gut when the distinct sound of his bedroom door opening scared him into action. 

Quicker than he’d moved so far, Dean grabbed the cover and threw them over his lap just as she opened the door, a tray of food in her hands, a warm smile spreading over her face as she saw him sitting up on the side of the bed, and that’s when the guilt sat in. For some reason, he just felt dirty. Disgusted with himself. Like he was hiding something hideous just under his blankets and he wanted to the floor to open up and swallow him whole. 

“Good morning sleepy head, it’s damn near noon!” she greeted him, closing the door with her foot, trapping the smell of bacon and pancakes in the room with them that suddenly felt too small. 

“Morning,” he said, clearing his throat and shifting himself back onto the bed, praying to God she wouldn’t notice his dilemma. 

Y/N’s POV:

Y/N watched Dean closely as she approached the bed, and waited for him to stop rubbing his eyes long enough to take the tray of food from her. 

It was the first time since the accident that he’d slept longer than daybreak, and she wanted to let him rest as long as possible, but when it started to approach noon, and he was still out like a light, she figured it was time to get him around. 

But when she opened the door and saw the look on his face, she suddenly felt like something was wrong, very wrong. She just didn't know what. 

“When you’re done with your breakfast, I’ll help you get into the shower this morning and dressed for the rest of the day since Sam’s not—”

“It’s okay!” Dean said a little too quickly, damn near choking on the bacon he’d crammed into his face. “I wanna try to do it myself, I think I can do it.”

Y/N eyed him wearily. She didn’t want to dampen his determination to get back on his feet, but she also didn’t want him to do too much too fast, and end up hurting himself in the process. Every time he wanted to do something himself it was always the same old fear that gripped her, and she didn’t know how to handle it. 

“Fine,” she relented after a moment, “but I’m gonna be waiting just outside the door if you need me.”

“I’ll be fine sweetheart, I got it, I promise,” Dean insisted around a large bite of pancake. “What’s on the agenda for today?”

Y/N sighed deeply, and looked towards the weapon wall Dean had proudly on display. “Well,” she stated after a moment. “I was gonna take you out to the park to do your laps for the day, instead of walking around the same old set of walls, but it’s pouring out. So, I figured we’d just have a lazy day. You worked really hard yesterday, and probably could use a break.”

Y/N was still angry, and she had thought that getting the pair of them out of the four walls they were in to do his physical therapy might be a refresher they both needed after the stunt that Sam pulled, but as usual, nothing she seemed to plan went according to plan. 

When she’d first brought him back from physical therapy, and he was in such an incredible amount of pain, they had agreed to do his physical therapy together. That lasted a grand total of a day and a half, after that Sam always had some excuse as to why he couldn’t work with Dean that day. She didn’t understand it, why the hell would he not want to help his brother, after everything Dean had sacrificed and done for him.

“Y/N!” Dean called her name loudly, and she jumped to her feet as if someone had thrown a bucket of cold water on her, only to see that he was fine, just sitting on the bed with his cleared plate still in his lap, staring at her with deep confusion. 

“There you are,” Dean said with a chuckle as he watched her closely. “Ya kinda checked out on me there, sweetheart.”

“Sorry,” Y/N said with a shake of her head. “Was just thinking about everything I needed to get done today.”

“You’re working too hard baby,” Dean insisted, sitting his plate to his right side, and before twisting himself around to toss his feet over the side of the bed, still talking to her over his shoulder as he did so. “Let’s just take a day away from physical therapy. Watch some shit on TV, eat food that’s gonna put us in an early grave, and just take a day to do nothing.”

“Dean, you need this physical therapy,” Y/N insisted. You’re doing so much better than you were when you left the hospital. We don’t need to let up now.”

Dean signed heavily, as he stared at the wall opposite of him. She watched as his shoulders slumped forward slightly, and she could almost feel the weight suddenly settle in the room. 

“I–I’m gonna be really honest with you for a moment Y/N,” Dean said to his feet, and Y/N shifted nervously. She still had that nagging fear, and maybe always would, that when Dean didn’t need her around anymore physically, that he’d kick her to the curb and it would be as if it always was, and she was invisible again. Maybe that was something she would always struggle with. 

“I’m not in a very good headspace today. I’ll be fine, but today, I really just wanna press pause and reevaluate some things, let myself adjust a little, and then tomorrow we can pick it up again, but right now, I just need today. Okay?”

Y/N’s feet moved her towards him, and she slipped her way around his bed, to stand between his legs, where he immediately wrapped his arms around her middle, and pulled her closer to him, resting his head against her chest with a deep, content sigh. He’d been through a lot in the past few days, and she was sure he was still pretty stressed out after he and Sam got in that fight, she could at least let him have today as an off day. Everyone needs an off day now and again. Plus, it took a lot for him to admit to her how he was feeling, and she knew that. 

“Okay, fine, today is your day Dean, we will do whatever it is you want to do okay?” Y/N agreed, and Dean nodded as he held onto her. “Let me go and get your clothes for the day brought into the bathroom for you, and your shower warming up for you, while you get yourself out of bed.”

“Okay,” Dean agreed, letting go of her so that she could back away from him for him to stand up with a growl. Y/N quickly placed her hands on either side of his slender hips to help steady him while he recovered from standing. This time, under the thin, worn out t-shirt he was wearing, Y/N could feel the slightest muscle definition that he once had rebuilding there. It was a small thing, but to her, it was a big thing, it was a mark of progress and hard work. He was getting his strength back more and more every day. She just wished he could see the progress he was making the way she did. Maybe then things wouldn’t be so hard for him. God knows she didn’t want him to give up. He’d come too far. 

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[zevilamotorcompany]

every time i consider posting any substantial warframe thoughts on here i remember how some people are treating/wildly misinterpreting characters from an expansion that hasn’t even released yet. let alone other characters we’ve had the time to consider for however long they’ve been active in the plot. like are we playing the same game. looking at the warframe tag has devolved into me gritting my teeth and going “they would not fucking say that” every 2 seconds because so many people on here cannot engage with the story or any of its characters unless they can jack off to their watered down and completely inaccurate caricatures of them. i realize the irony of me posting this from my sideblog that is 90% devoted to me going omg kyaa >_< over video game people but sometimes i have to get serious. this isn’t me saying we shouldn’t have headcanons or speculate on anything i think that’s the most fun you can have sometimes especially when we’re all waiting for 1999 and what’ll come after as well. i just cannot wrap my head around people who just… so clearly do not like or care about certain aspects of the plot/characters bc they’ll misinterpret stuff SO badly and so on purpose. like. it has to be on purpose right. nobody’s comprehension of this video game is that bad right guys. guys? haha

this is not directed at anyone or anyone specific btw everyone who i’ve chosen to interact with on here has been very kind and smart ^__^ this is more of just a general fandom-y complaint i’m having since with most things i like i do not engage with their fans/online spaces at all simply bc most of the time i can’t be bothered to/i know it’ll just kind of annoy me to do so. so i’m not used to what i’m sure everyone else is in regards to seeing really bad readings of stuff they like on the internet. i’m also not online much in general so joining tumblr and seeing everyone frolic about and be so active in fan spaces has been simultaneously super awesome and super overwhelming. warframe has been the exception bc in general i feel like we’re all pretty normal here. and also 99% of the stuff i look at is just pretty captura pics. like. i have the tag for fanfiction as a concept blocked i have a VERY curated experience and most of the time it is very chill and nice and beautiful. but sometimes stuff slips through the cracks and i pop a blood vessel. sorry for the essay this has just been broiling and marinating inside my skull for a few hours due to my notoriously sticky and horrid brain. and baby the crock pot timer just went off. post served. here it is. xoxo

[nullen-void]

A Random Skeleton Rates the Paper Mario Games

Paper Mario: 7/10

Paper Mario is charming and cute, but decidely primitive and unrefined compared to its immediate successor. I find the controls to be finicky and unreliable, but I admit my experience is only with rereleases and emulators, so perhaps on the original N64 it worked better.

Story-wise, it's the standard Mario story where Bowser kidnaps Princess Peach. It's not special but this particular execution is bolstered by the world it's set in. All the characters we meet are entertaining, the places we go start out simple but steadily get more interesting as we go, and Princess Peach: Super Spy is a delight.

It's a good game, but it's held back by ancient graphics and, in my experience, strange controls. If and when we get a remake that upgrades it to the same level of quality as TTYD, it might move up to a great game.

Paper Mario: The Thousand-Year Door: 10/10

Yes yes, it's obvious and my bias is showing. I grew up with this one, it was a Christmas present, and it's nostalgic.

But in this case the popular opinion is just true. The game plays like a dream, the partners are amazing characters, and the story is a step or three above Mario's usual fare.

Admiral Bobbery's story is simple enough for a child to understand but sincere enough for even adults to tear up, and I wish Goombella was my best friend in real life. I use to name the Yoshi Kid Gonzap because I was also playing Pokémon Colisseum at the time and I thought it matched Mario's stage name of Gonzales.

Princess Peach: Super Spy makes a return and her story with a lonely supercomputer is fascinating, and all the more so for how little we see of it. My only complaint is it needed more Bowser.

TTYD is a truly great game, and the fact it's getting a remake makes me excited to play it all over again.

Super Paper Mario: 9/10

SPM is without a doubt the greatest story in the entire Mario franchise. The only thing holding it back is the complete and total alteration to gameplay. The only real thing relating it to the previous two games is the artstyle.

But man. It's just such a good story guys. Luigi gets brainwashed, an entire world gets turned into an empty white void, Mario suffocates in space, an incomprehensible Scotsman is best friends with a little girl who turns into a spider and a clown comes within a hair's breadth of destroying all of reality on a lark.

There are no partners, no badges, no real RPG elements left... it could have easily been the most polarizing game in the series, and for a time it was. But its failings are all made up for and then some by the greatest love story in Nintendo history.

Paper Mario Sticker Star: 5/10

Some of you will think I'm being too kind (he said, knowing less than ten people will ever read this). But Sticker Star is a perfectly fine game.

I was never bothered by the backtracking. I was annoyed by the battle system but never to the point of frustration. Some of the puzzles were obtuse but I freely admit that I'm not afraid of looking up a guide when I can't solve something myself. It's fine.

But it's only fine. It's not great, and I hesitate to call it good. It can drag on and on. But I had fun with it, after I got over the fact that it wasn't TTYD2.

Because that's the real problem here. In a vacuum, it's a perfectly fine game. But compared to the other games in the series, it's just... not Paper Mario. There's Mario, and he's made of paper, but there's more to it than that that the game doesn't seem to grasp. It's sad really.

It's fine. It's okay. But it'll never be more than that.

Paper Mario Color Splash: 6/10

It's pretty good. It has a lot of the same problems as Sticker Star, but... less so. Huey is more tolerable than Kersti, the paint mechanic is more interesting than just laying stickers everywhere, the levels are all more well-developed than any of the previous game's, and it's actually very funny.

It is once again Bowser kidnapping Peach, but at least this time it's because he was possessed by evil paint. Luigi saves the day in this game, so that earns it a whole extra point right there.

And the music is phenomenal. It always is, even Sticker Star has A+ music, but Color Splash is especially good. This game has good vibes.

In the end though, while I can call it good, it's still bogged down by the battle system and the lackluster story. The characters are okay, such as they are.

Paper Mario: The Origami King: 8/10

Yeah I put it higher than the first game, what of it?

Origami King gets it. It wants to be a good Paper Mario game so badly, and it very nearly accomplishes it. Olivia is a delight, Bobby is a startlingly effective character, and the villain isn't even Bowser.

It's back to being a connected world instead of being level-based. It has an extremely simplified badge system. The story, while not on the level of TTYD or SPM, is still fairly gripping (though it takes about two-thirds of the way through before you get the big twist of what Olly's deal is), and I would actually argue that Mario the character is more expressive here than the entire rest of the series. He emotes! He feels sad! He tries to stop his friend from committing suicide and FAILS! I swear to God that's a thing that actually happens in this game.

Origami King has issues. All of the bosses are oversized office equipment, and there's just no coming back from that, but even still, it's a fun ride.

This concludes this essay. I hope the five people who will ever read this enjoyed, and please feel free to give your own thoughts in the comments.

[azerothtravel]

Dragonflight Post-Mortem

As this expansion comes to a close, it's once again time to ramble about the experience. And lemme tell ya, your mileage may vary, but this was a top 3 expansion for me. They did everything right. No oppressive and unpleasant system, great zones, a solid story with a satisfying ending. Anything you want to do at endgame has rarely been better, from raiding to pvp to alts. More secrets to discover, more transmogs to collect, more random fun things to do than basically ever before.

I think this may be my most played expansion, actually. I've traditionally played Gormorash with an alt or 2 in rotation (Most often Tinzul, Tinovan or Fiazko), but spurred in part by the new crafting system, I was logging into 7 characters every week, and my usual altaholic tendencies made it more than that a lot of the time.

Dragonriding/Dynamic flight/Skyriding/whatever it's called is a welcome addition, and the customizable mounts are cool. I look forward to more of that.

DF was fun to play alts through. Shadowlands felt like an oppressive slog after awhile, but I never got tired of these zones. Great scenery, storylines and music kept it fun over and over.

I was surprised and impressed by this expac being full of stories about empathy and forgiveness and acceptance. There were a lot of genuinely touching moments in this. Who could have possibly imagined Kalecgos eating soup could be an emotional moment? The wrap for the night elf story begun way back in Legion was pretty cool. I liked Merithra stepping up in her Mom's place, and Ebonhorn becoming the Black Aspect. All the smaller stories, too, like Baine overcoming his prejudice against centaur, they just did some great stuff this time.

At the same time, this expac felt fun. The endless gloom of Legion, BfA and Shadowlands replaced with the sense of adventure that characterized vanilla and Mists. Some of the funniest material they've ever done (Azmurloth alone...). I enjoyed the tone.

The Incarnates were genuinely cool new villains, and (Especially if you read War of the Scaleborn) the storyline between Alexstrasza and Vyranoth was done really well. Blizzard has a very uneven history with retcons (Don't get me started on Legion), but these guys slotted into the history pretty easily, and drove some interesting story beats. I'm glad Iridikron escaped to keep being a problem in the next one, he's a good villain.

I felt like they got War Mode down to a science this time. World PvP has never been more fun (or more rewarding).

My biggest complaint about Dragonflight is the new crafting system. Obviously more interesting than the old one, it still had its problems. The endless frustration of "I want to make thing C. To make thing C, you first have to make thing B, and to make that, you have to make thing A, and guess what, that recipe comes from Draconic Message In A Bottle, so you'll never get it" was maddening. Every profession seeming to desperately need a single herb was really annoying. Alchemy has felt like an afterthought for several expansions, but never more than here. The only profession without work orders? Come on.

But there was just so much stuff, such a variety of stuff. The wide variety of public events. The Zsekara Vaults. Sniffseeking. Little Scales Daycare. Unlocking old Scholomance. The various dragon racing cups. The game has just never felt like there was more to do. It seems like War Within will only improve things, content wise. But beating the story stuff in DF will be a tall order. We'll see how it goes.

[spextered]

you make such a valid point about how absolutely watered down remus' character is. if i could muster up some writing energy to finally write my introspective logan and remus series i Would, because i just need more people to be more exploratory with their remus characterizations

i admit we don't have a full grasp on his character yet since i think he plays a big role in the finale, but MAAAN people really be doing the Least with the way they portray him. another complaint i have w most fics is that if they make him sympathetic or comforting to another side, they basically strip his entire personality away just to make him palatable. it's very annoying!!!!

if you remembered where you read those remus essays i would def appreciate if u can send them to me!! need to intensify my remus brainrot rn

ps, I KNEW UR URL SOUNDED FAMILIAR!! of course u saw my dsmp and fundy essays from back in the day lmfao. those were the times - @intrulogical

for some reason i feel like tss fans are a little media illiterate when it comes to remus specifically

i just??? feel like they cant see past him being intrusive thoughts which, to be fair, is what he was introduced as and hasnt been really elaborated on but as much as remus presents through blunt honesty, hes also NINETY NINE PERCENT SUBTEXT

if u did write that fic i would LOVE to read it. im an intrological girlie at heart i just adore the way they mesh and im a sucker for introspective works especially. plus ur takes are always so good

AND YEAH!!! its so odd that hes so open and yet somehow we know so little about him. we know his name but .... but what? nothing. all the sides have emotional important moments through their name EXPECT for remus (and a bit logan technically considering he didnt reveal it but it did come after one of his videos). we have yet to get a peek into remus' noggin which is interesting considering how honest he is

but yes u have EXACTLY THE SAME OPINION AS MEEEEE i cant read a lot of remus centric/angst fics because its really just Not him. its like a blank cut out trope with his name and face plastered over but it aint him. and its always to make him more palatable, more normal because then its okay to sympathise with him. i get the feeling that a lot of authors feel weird making angst for a character who doesnt experience turmoil in the "desirable" way. like that they cant feel bad for someone who isnt a hundred percent morally good

maybe im reading too much into it but thats definitely the vibe im getting. either that or people just dont care enough to understand him past a trope gaaahh

(ps ps ur fundy essays were all i lived for u were one of like Two fundy people i followed.....love forever)

[11queensupreme11]

i can’t believe ppl actually get crazy over fictional stuff 😭 like honestly as someone who prefers reading yandere/dark content i don’t tell ANYONE cuz i already know they would try and start shit 😭 i’m wondering if anyone has attacked you for tsunami specifically?

not for tsunami (I don't wanna put "yet" but its bound to happen), but for my old harry potter/percy jackson series that I made before

Basically, the main couple's problematic as hell. The ML is essentially a yandere and the FL has rose-tinted glasses and is desperate for love and acceptance due to trauma so she let's his unhinged behavior go.

They finally got together in the end of Book 4 and I made a list of warnings about the dark content that's gonna happen in the future. At the start of book 5, I reminded them of the warnings again in the introductory, but once the dark stuff started to show up, I got some readers being shocked, pissed, and disturbed by it. Even all the way into book 6, they were still there whining about the same thing

It was absolutely annoying because when I called them out on it, some of them said they didn't "see" the warnings which is amazing because I literally put those warnings at the intro of every book and I talked about how toxic they were gonna be in the author notes?? the same a/n where I put my memes in and they COMMENT on them??

And then the other half, I knew were just idiots because I saw them comment on the list of warnings in wattpad every fucking time. Their comments didn't even seem bothered?? Some of them were like "oh wow" or "shit's gonna go down" and then fast-forward, they're suddenly acting aghast about the very things they knew were gonna happen 💀

If they chose to deliberately ignore my many warnings then that's not my fault, that's on them. But they kept bitching at me about it anyway even several books later.

That's akin to telling someone "hey don't drink this bottle, there's dangerous chemicals in it" and that person drinks it anyway and has the audacity to be mad at YOU for it???

Anyways, so far I got no complaints about Tsunami but... it's probably gonna happen eventually. My other fics aren't as dark as this one so I'm bound to get some haters on my ass despite me warning them in the introduction AND at the beginning of every chapter that features said dark content 😩

I'll be fine though 💖 Most of those haters came from wattpad and well... it's wattpad so yeah. I cross-post on quotev and ao3 too. I rarely get complaints in quotev, and while i'm still new-ish to ao3, people there seem very mature and ok with dark stuff

[baddieladdie]

Who silence is for - Oh, Uncle!

a Charthur fanfic

Rating - Chapter 1. G

Charles Smith has been secretly (not so secretly) involved with long standing Van der linde member, Arthur Morgan. Some members of the gang would say Arthur's influence is part of the reason why Charles was allowed to join the gang. The two souls always had a far deeper connection than anyone else in the camp. Sean tried to crack Charles' cool exterior with jokes. Uncle tried nearly every day to conversate with him. But none knew Charles as well as Arthur. And Arthur knows how important space and dignity is to Charles. When Uncle begins to prod and pester Charles over dinner time, Arthur knows to step in

~ Or just read below the break ~

- Chapter 4 -

The Van der Linde gang is holed up at the Shady Belle camp in Bayou Nwa, Lemoyne

“I don’t like being this far south, Arthur!” Tilly shouted, stomping after the weary cowpoke, struggling under the weight of a choice buck carcass on his shoulder.

“Good a place as any to get chased by the law” He grunted, wiping the sweat trailing down his brow.                                          

“I. am. negro,” Tilly speed up to stand in front of him, blocking hid path to Person’s table where the chubby old man chopped robots veggies for that evenings stew. “Arthur, you know what that can mean for me. I was promised we’d stay out west.” The setting sun set her amber eyes ablaze. Or perhaps it was simply the passion behind them that convinced him to slow down some. A pitiful sigh broke his stark body language. 

 “I know. I’m sorry, Miss Tilly.” He placed a casual, comforting hand on her shoulder which she promptly grabbed to hold in her own. “I’ll keep you safe. I promise. Ain’t nothing gonna happen to yous here.”

“My mama was a slave ‘til she was 15!” Tilly cried out. Mr. Pearson shot a concerned glance Arthur’s way, but the man simply nodded. 

“And we would never let that happen to you. Those men in Rhodes? They’re dead now. We protect our own, and that includes you. You’ll be alright. We all will.”

“I-” Emotion caught in her throat. Arthur squeezed her hand in response and softly let it go, her hand falling back to her side.

“Thank you, Arthur.” Tilly nodded slowly and wandered towards the house.

“Well, that was certainly some smooth talkin’ there, cowboy,” Mr.Pearson greeted warmly, already admiring the prize balanced on Arthur’s shoulders. “What’d ya find out there for me?”

With a mighty grunt of effort, Arthur dropped the buck on the butcher block. “Ain’t nothing too special, but it should be enough to feed the camp for ‘while”

“With this? Hell, we could keep ‘em feed for a week! Thanks, Arthur. I’ll get this cleaned up right away.”

Arthur ran his coarse fingers through the waves of his hair. His scalp was damp with sweat but had avoided sunburn with the hat he always wore. He returned the worn leather hat to its rightful place and eyed the activity bustling about the camp.

“Oh, and Arthur?”

“Yes?”

“Stews ready. Help yourself.”

He nodded his appreciation and stiffly lumbered towards the savory aroma emanating from the cast iron pot hanging about a simmering flame.

Cicadas sang between the milkweeds of the river beds. Flies buzzed past his ear; their annoying, constant hum was his greatest complaint. Humidity could be managed with a dip in the creek or with lighter clothes. The flies? Well, there ain’t much anyone could do ‘bout them.

“So…How are you, Mr. Smith?” Uncle’s voice carried over the sound of Arthur ladeling himself a serving of stew.

“Fine.” Charles responded flatly.

Uncle chuckled playfully. The jeering undertone of the sound caught Arthur’s attention. Uncle leaned over his stew, balancing a spoon between wrinkled fingers. Charles, sat across from him. Begrudgingly, by the looks of it. His large hands curled around his stew bowl, protecting his meal.

“Have you been up too much, have ya?”

“Not really.” The same flat tone.

“Read any interesting books recently?”

“No.” 

Charles shoveled a spoonful of stew into his mouth, chewing slowly, he wished the conversation could end so he could enjoy the meal in peace. In silence. He looked at the ground, ignoring the heat of Uncle’s glare. A pair of familiar boots stopped next to him.

“Care if I join you?” Arthur gestured towards the empty stool which Charles promptly pulled out for him.

“Please. Good to see you.”

“Aren’t it good to see me too?” Uncle pestered but gained no response from him. 

*awkward silence*

“Well, uh…” Uncle desperately racked his mind to think of a catchy conversation starter. “Seen any plays?”

“No.” Charles responded dryly.

“Arthur?”

Arthur paused, a spoonful of stew inches from his mouth. “No, can’t say that I have.”

Uncle huffed, straightening himself up, clanking his spoon against his empty stew bowl. 

“Heard any good jokes?”

“Yeah.” Charles responded, as flatly as ever. Arthur raised an eyebrow at him. Wasn’t like Charles to give into Uncle’s games.

“Well, You fancy sharing it with me?” Uncle snorted.

“No.” 

Arthur stifled a laugh with a poorly placed cough. Uncle glared at him, so he returned his attention to his stew. In doing so, he caught a glimpse of a smirk crossing Charles’ face. 

“Ya know…I’d wouldn’t wanna be stuck in the wilderness with you, Charles. I’ve had more fun watchin’ the grass grow.”

“Please, go watch it” Charles sarcastically mumbled. 

“No, some day, you will warm up to me”

“Humph.” Charles grunted sarcastically

"What are you gettin' at Charles for?" Arthur crossed his arms.

"I should've known you'd take his side."

"What's that supposed to mean? - Wait, Don't answer that. I don't wanna know. Just-Just stop bein' an idiot."

Uncle rolled his eyes. How pointless is this. He'd have better conservations with the horses.

“So, I was thinkin’...” Uncle started.

“Does it pay well?” Arthur jeered.

Uncle chuckled, hiding his embarrassment. “I think I found us a lead. A damn good one, ‘bout the bank in Rhodes.”

Arthur chuckled at the idiocracy. Uncle wasn’t exactly known for his reconnaissance.

“That so, Uncle? How did you come across this…information?” Arthur gestured, the beer in his hand sloshing against the sides of the bottle.

“Met a man at the station. I paid ‘em, of course.”

“How much?”

“Wa?”

“Ya heard me. How. Much.”

“uh…$20” Uncle mumbled.

“Twenty Dollars?! Jesus, Uncle! You shure we ain’t the ones gettin’ robbed here?”

“Yeah, I am sure! I found that lead. And maybe,” Uncle glanced around the camp for prying ears and leaned forward. “I will let you boys come with me. Just no whining, arthur”

“Oh shut up,” Arthur grumbled, smacking the table. “Or I’ll make you whine.”

“Isn’t that Charles' job? Makin’ you whine, Arthur?”

“ tisk - Gimmie this.” Charles yanked the mug of cheap whiskey, warmed by the southern heat, from Uncle's grasp. “Think you’ve had enough.”

Arthur leaned towards Charles, whispering in his ear.

“Can i offer you a libation of any kind?”

“No thank you, Arthur. Im alright” Charles whispered back.

“‘Ight, just dont say i didnt offer” Arthur sat back up, just too tired to glare at Uncle.

“Well, I’m finished. Pleasure eatin’ with you, Uncle. We’ll talk more about that Rhode’s job of yours in the mornin’.”

“Good Even’, Morgan” Uncle waved, like the fuckin dingus he is.

“I better get going.”

“Oh well. You love birds have fun tonight~” Uncle teased.

“Uncle.”

“Yes, Charles?”

“Shut up.”

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[thesearchforbluejello]

We've been seeing your reblogs of SNW on our feed, and we gotta ask... Thoughts and opinions? Is it good? Would you recommend watching it to a trekkie who hasn't watched any of the new trek properties since the first few episodes of Discovery?

Oh man oh man oh man. I have a lot to say. If you don't want to read all of it, there's a TLDR at the end.

✅ episodic format: It's SUPER different from Discovery, so if you prefer the older episodic shows over the newer serialized format, it'll definitely check that box.

❌ season arcs: even though the older episodic shows have two partners and/or small (or large) season arcs, SNW doesn't really... There's one that connects the end of s1 to the beginning of s2, and it's a big deal, but it's not drawn out. I'm not even married to season arcs, but I do think that if they're doing silly filler episodes, ten episodes is too short for a season and thirteen would have been better for them. I LOVE silly filler episodes, so let's get that straight, but they're better when it's not taking up literally a fifth of the season.

✅ space hijinks and the risks of exploration: It oscillates wildly between silly and dark, sometimes between episodes and sometimes within the same episodes, but I see that as one of its strengths. It gets really goofy in a fun way, but it's also bloodier than older Trek... mostly just because they actually show blood. The crew commits so many hijinks and they're all friends and fun to watch together.

❌ character development: the actors are really carrying the characters alone for this one. The characters are all lovable and for the most part the actors are doing a great job, but frankly this is my biggest complaint about the show. We get very, very little development for any of the characters even over the first and almost complete second season. They're just still not well established. The writers seem to think "trauma" is the same as characterization... which like obviously it's not, so. I get very irritated (which you've probably seen in my tags) about the fact that there's often "development" for the characters that builds on a foundation that's basically just toothpicks. It still takes them a step forward, but it's always a stumble imo. I know some folks who are casual watchers who don't mind this though (I'm just neurologically incapable of casual watching). This is also apparently an unpopular opinion, but (spoiler alert) I also think Kirk is in it too much. He'll have been in at least 4/10 of the season 2 episodes, but he's not even posted to the Enterprise. I LOVE Paul Wesley's Kirk like he's my favorite Kirk nobody @ me but the show is about the SNW crew, not Kirk. They're struggling to even develop the seven major SNW characters, so constantly throwing Kirk in constantly is kind of annoying me. They also don't do full ensemble episodes, so often some of the major characters will only show up for one or two scenes and someone else will be the focus. This isn't my preferred format, but I don't hate it-- that being said, some characters are being seriously neglected because of it, but I won't fully rant about that.

✅/❌ Discovery tie in: you don't need to have seen Discovery to watch it. I watched s1 without having watched Discovery. HOWEVER, it will spoil the ending of Discovery s2 in SNW 1x01, just be aware (as in it will totally obliterate one of the big reveals in Disco).

✅Anson Mount: I say this as someone who's literally never seen him in anything else, but he brought his A game every episode and he's the absolute MVP of the series. Really great performances and he makes Pike an incredibly lovable character but also a really great captain.

❌ Discussion of disability: I have a lot of thoughts regarding the treatment of disability as a horrifying thing and equating it with death. Like, fear of physical injury is a very human thing because it's literally a survival response that's wired into us, but there's both some sloppy writing that equates physical disability with death and just a failure to actually explore what a disabled future means for a person. It's kind of hard to explain what I mean without obliterating an entire episode of Discovery and the whole first season of SNW if anyone else reads this, so I won't go into it but I will say this-- I didn't find this weak point to be bad enough to stop watching, and it involves TOS canon that they can't escape, so they're not doing something that's deliberately offensive and disrespectful, but they're not doing it particularly respectfully either.

✅ special effects: there aren't as many REALLY alien characters as Discovery, so there has been less major prosthetic design on display, but what there has been has been good and the CGI is great.

✅ Old school nods: there's so much campy scifi in this show. They do the bridge impact lean and shake thing and they have cool props and the uniforms are a little silly but also so well designed. The ship design is really 2020s and not classic Trek but there are still elements of that design and it's still cool as hell. Also, like, it's the fucking Enterprise, so I'm going to be feral over it regardless.

❌ CO and XO: Listen, this is such a personal taste-based opinion BUT I'm mad about it so I'm going to COMPLAIIIIIIIIIN about it. One of my favorite things about any Trek is the CO/XO relationship, whether it's on a ship or a station or whatever. I just find that a really fascinating dynamic, and it's so different every time. This show has a FASCINATING CO/XO dynamic and the actors have really cool ideas... but developing this at all would require the XO to ACTUALLY BE IN THE FUCKING SHOW. She's in every episode but often not for long. I have some major opinions on this, in case that wasn't obvious. They've done 17 episodes and this relationship hasn't been developed very much. We've had some good scenes and a good plotline, but my complaint still stands for reasons I won't spoil unless requested.

❌ Strange New Worlds: there are barely any new worlds, nevermind strange new worlds. Half the time it's just Star Trek: Doing Stuff in Space and the other half it's Star Trek: Hey We Found Something Weird in Space and Are Investigating It. Not a big complaint, just... not quite what it says on the tin.

TL;DR I love SNW a LOT. It's fun and it's silly but it also confronts the big philosophical questions of existence and morality that are central to Trek. I do have a lot of complaints, but honestly one of the reasons I have so many complaints is because I love it so much.

It's definitely Trek in flavor and it doesn't demand high commitment to watch it. Someone will inevitably yell at me for this, but it actually reminds me most of Voyager-- it's silly and the relationships of the crew are prioritized, but they do some really messed up episodes along the way too. It's a very different vibe to Voyager though, to be clear.

If you decide to watch it, let me know! I'd love to hear what you think :)

[writer-notareader]

My Top 5 Video Game Bosses (July 2023)

(Riter no Reder Post)

Spoilers for Deltarune, Rhythm Doctor, Omori, Pokémon Legends: Arceus, and ULTRAKILL.

5. Spamton NEO

Deltarune character!? No way!

Basically Spamton NEO is one of the coolest secret bosses I know of that weren’t executed abhorrently. While you can completely miss Spamton’s secret boss, it isn’t that hard to get to either, so anyone who just beat the game blind will probably see it on the internet afterwards and be all “what” and go back to it, and it isn’t really difficult to encounter him- basically you just get the funny disc, have a conversation, then go through a weird secret dungeon at which point it becomes self-explanatory.

My first complaint is that a lot of the exposition for Spamton lore isn’t actually in the game, which irritates me and it feels like Toby or whoever was supposed to do it just forgot and decided to randomly upload it to the Deltarune website on a whim. Could be wrong obviously but that’s what it feels like.

Other complaint is that some of the attacks are extremely weird and ridiculous. For example, the one where Spamton’s hands are phones and he crawls towards you. What even is that? Why was that considered acceptable? Even if you figure out the no-hit method for it, it still feels weird, awkward, and kind of unfair.

Aside from that, the whole build-up was very good and mysterious and the fight itself was alright. The only reason Spamton didn’t make it higher on the list was because of the already mentioned complaints.

4. Super Battleworn Insomniac (Rhythm Doctor)

For context, Rhythm Doctor is a 1 key rhythm game where you keep patients’ hearts beating to the pace you set them at via the spacebar.

It has been a while, but I remember this boss vividly. It felt like it just came out of nowhere.

“AYE THE PATIENT’S HAXITUS IS ACTING UP AGAIN EXCEPT ITS ACTUALLY WORSE AND MORE ANNOYING.”

The original variant of this fight was a little tough for me, but not a massive strugglebus or anything. It wasn’t a big deal, and I thought it’d be the same deal again.

It was not. Not exactly, at least. The boss’s whole gimmick is basically to screw with your head and throw off your rhythm. It showed fake texts, fake buffered before the actual song even started, showed you these janky visuals that made the line hard to see… it felt absurd and unfair, almost half as much as FNF: Dave and Bambi mods.

I genuinely thought I might not beat it, but I was determined anyway. That’s when I realized, wait, hey, this isn’t just a timing game, it’s a rhythm game, and the visuals are what threw off my rhythm.

So I literally just closed my eyes. It took a few more tries, but I eventually beat it that way much easier than before. Honestly probably one of the best instances of an out-of-nowhere final boss I’ve seen in a video game.

3. Omori (I forgot what game)

Omori is a very story-based RPG whose main protagonist needs to touch grass. You basically play as a little man, 12 years old, named Sunny. He is a hikikomori, and spends a lot of his time just dreaming his life away.

If you haven’t played the game already, stop reading this post and go play Omori first. Seriously, massive spoilers ahead. I don’t care if you weren’t intending to play it, play it anyway (pretty please with a cherry on top). If you can’t or genuinely refuse to, I’m not really standing outside your window or anything, so go ahead and keep reading.

Over the course of the story, if you pick the route where you actually go outside and touch grass (thanks Kel), you get the route where you actually work through your problems. To put it bluntly, Sunny ends up in the hospital, and in his unconscious state, is forced into one last dream- after going through many of his memories, he must face his dreamself, Omori, in a dream.

This fight is a particularly important and climactic part of the story for many reasons. While the fight is ridiculously unfair and basically unwinnable, this actually only contributes to the resolution more.

After battling this part of himself for so long, Sunny solos Omori by hugging him. He accepts Omori and what Omori represents as a part of himself, and he is finally able to move on. I really like the way this played out, and I genuinely think that it it alone would be a selling point to Omori if it wasn’t a spoiler.

2. Volo (Pokémon Legends: Arceus)

Volo was one hell of a fight. I’m sure everyone knows at this point, but spoilers ahead for Pokémon Legends: Arceus.

As you might notice throughout the story, Volo generally shows himself to be quite friendly, as well as selling items to the player. He just seems like a merchant, and battles the player with a low-level Togepi a few times, maybe even just once.

As the story progresses near the end, Volo seems to have a weird interest in following the player around, especially once the Red Chain becomes relevant.

This merchant turns out to be a fanatic and a Pokémon Wielder rather than a normal merchant or trainer.

In fact, not only that, but when he battles you after using you to obtain the Plates, his team consists of six Pokémon. And they probably destroyed you.

I, personally, was determined to beat Volo without using legendaries or overleveling, although I did rebuild and retrain my team to fight him.

Then he had another Pokémon with two health bars and individual phases.

When I did defeat him, I couldn’t help but notice the text said something along the lines of “You finally defeated Volo” rather than just “You defeated Volo” after I did it and it was the greatest, most subtle, and most accurate insult I’ve ever felt considering it took me like two weeks to do.

I also like the way Volo was very slowly revealed and hinted at towards the end, yet the game purposefully tries to make Volo personable so that you don’t pick up on it until like five minutes before it’s too late.

I probably forgot to add something but basically Volo was a genuinely well set-up and thoroughly difficult fight that felt very good to battle and very good to beat- and don’t even get me started on Volo’s theme. Speaking of absurdly good boss themes,

1. Minos Prime (ULTRAKILL)

Minos Prime closely ties with Volo for my favorite boss in a video game.

By the way, if you haven’t played ULTRAKILL, go play it. Right now. Go play the game, you are legally required to. PLEASE.

Back to the topic at hand, everything surrounding this fight is ridiculously good and well put-together.

Imagine you’re ULTRAplaying ULTRAKILL blind. You see some random path leading to an alternative area to the left in the stairs room of 3-1. You go into it and you see that it has a bunch of little stone squares with the letter P on them.

Eventually, you replay some levels and get your first P-rank. OHHHHH. SO THAT’S WHAT THAT WAS FOR!? You go back to the P-door and see one of the squares are now glowing yellow, and come to the conclusion that this door may open if you get all the P-ranks in Act I.

So you do. After a lot of hard work and obliterating the same layouts repeatedly, you manage to get every single P-rank in Act I, you go back to that door, and sure enough, it opens this time, all those P-squares glowing brilliantly.

Then you go to some secret level: P-1 - Soul Survivor. You leave, grabbing a torch and seeing none other than an actual massive spine that you are expected to walk down as a relatively calming background music plays. As you descend, this music becomes more distorted, getting to a genuinely indiscernible point before you falling into a mouth door, place a torch to open a boss gate, and head onward.

Then that annoying excuse of a flesh sack appears and decides to ruin your day with its automatic nervous system that does its attacks for it (canon). After a few realizations about the Flesh Prison and a little while of hoping you don’t miss your shots, the funny blue ball appears.

That funny blue ball breaks open, revealing a blue guy with no face. He starts monologuing about killing Gabriel and you in such a ridiculously cool way that he is effectively impenetrable, then he sacrifices this impenetrability just to say “DIE” and actually kill you (cooler than 99.99% of antagonists ever and he’s literally lawful good).

Not only that, but the music somehow slaps harder than the yellow snake projectiles that shatter on contact. Don’t get me wrong, though: unlike some of the other top 5s, this boss is completely fair to you. Like, he literally telegraphs almost all of his attacks and STILL destroys you. Many of these can be parried and dodged without much effort, so this fight requires some stamina management, which makes parrying even more effective.

Heck, this fight actively encourages you to parry. The thing is, though, this actually refills some of Minos Prime’s stamina… except I’m still gonna do it anyway. Parrying Minos Prime feels so satisfying for some reason, and even if it makes his combo longer, I still love to actually react to his attacks, especially with such a big, open space.

That being said, those are my top five video games bosses. Have a good day, also God loves you.

[stopdyingnow]

Istg 90% of the people who hate the way Mappa animates a character on TikTok are cringe fangirls who get pressed when their husbando or whatever is not made into some fanservice uwu softie husband material boyfriend. Like dude literally stfu. I'm dying of second hand embarrassment just by looking at your complaints. One I saw full on freaking CRIED over the way Mappa animated their husbando or whatever- 💀 Literally it's accurate to the manga and Mappa did its job, I'm cringing so hard just by looking at these TikTokers like fr if you prefer the manga just go read the manga. "Mappa did a character dirty" stfu. They didn't. It's accurate to the manga or it looks like manga translated to Anime. And don't give me "oh but they're uglier in Anime" no. It looks like if it were manga translated to Anime. Same applies to the fanboys for Mikasa by the way. Looking at you mfers who slander Mikasa just for short hair and call her some dumbass name like "Mankasa" or whatever. Hair styles have no gender bitch. Like literally I just saw someone CRY over the way Mappa animated their husbando or whatever saying Mappa "ruined" him when no. It's accurate. I'm dying of second hand cringe by watching these TikToks. Some are on Twitter but not as much. Also Istg if Toji stans or JJK fans in general become annoying like these CSM and AOT fans I'm fr going to take a vacation from the fandom, pack my bags, and go join HxH fandom for a bit. Bald Kurapika memes are funny af and help heal my brain from the braincells I lost by watching cringe fanboys/fangirls.