#ive overstayed my welcome

[rise-my-angel]

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[sunsrefuge]

some day i will be brave enough to properly post again btw 👍

[silversiren1101]

All I want for Christmas is to see a better year.

[thecryptidenthusiast]

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[dotflare]

make more ultrakill?

it's kinda hard to exactly put my exact thoughts on ultrakill,

but I likely won't be making many more ultrakill fanart. I was thinking of maybe tackling cerberus or maybe something once act 3 / p -3 comes out.

I still love the game a lot but some certain aspects of the community im.. not a fan of to say the least. I also just wanna move on to more.. challenging stuff? faces and clothing and general style are things i wanna learn and it's a lot easier to work off and learn from an existing concept, rather than art direct myself and do a lot of guesses when translating something from psx to "HD" 3D or whatever

[callmepippin]

i feel like there is an important distinction between relatable and recognisable though, and people often confuse the two. maybe someone smarter than me can put this into better words, but i'll try anyway: just because i don't recognise any aspects of myself in a character, that does not necessarily mean i can't relate to them.

relating to someone i think means understanding their feelings, motivations and experiences as they compare (or relate) to your own--how their character or personality relates to your own. that doesn't necessarily mean their personality has to be similar to your own. differences can also describe a relation.

example: i am not much at all like Holden Caulfield from Catcher in the Rye. i would not make the choices he makes, do the things he does, say the things he says. however, i do understand why Holden would do all that stuff, because Holden as a character is dimensional and believable (the other two feel more subjective so i'll leave those alone). and because i understand Holden's character, i can relate to him. "ah yes, i would not do this. but if i were Holden instead of myself, i probably would".

relating to someone is not necessarily exclusively about similar personalities or lived experiences. relating to someone is also about empathy; and if you can only empathise with people or characters who are immediately recognisable as similar to you, i think that might not be the fault of whoever wrote the character...

Not every story is about seeing yourself in it. Sometimes it’s about learning to see other people too.

[starsonmarsy]

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[foxstens]

i love hades but the bosses are so annoying sometimes

[virsancte]

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this was supposed to be a different story. but i got an idea one day and i rewrote all of it. i like the end product a lot more & i hope you will too!

i've fallen deeply in love with all of the characters i'm ngl. i'll also make character pages over the weekend if i feel well enough to do so ive just been so sleep deprived that i'm basically feverish. lol

anyway yeah i've overstayed my welcome in the land of the conscious. i was gonna explain some things but my brain stopped functioning as soon as i loaded up all the images. i will see you on the other side

[brunetteaura]

i know im going to be fine because i try my best to treat other people nicely. and if they dont reciprocate and go as far as to hurt me on the regular i will know i deserve better and not let them have access to me anymore. ive made a lot of mistakes in the past regarding this topic such as overstaying my welcome and being dismissive of other peoples feelings too but now that i dont and havent for a while now, i feel good about myself and thered be no reason for me to accept the unacceptable because ultimately what shows someones feelings towards you are their actions. and why would i let someone be mean to me when im not mean to them; why would i throw myself at someone when they couldnt care to have me in their lives. i put effort in my relationships and i dont cut people off out of the blue anymore but im okay on my own too if they dont care about me the same way. hii

[desired-misery]

Some of My Fav Lines from My RE4R WIP

He thought the sleep deprivation was over with the spec-ops bullshit. Sometimes the people high up up top have a sick sense of humor. That is not exclusive to the government, but it is especially common in the government. [Leon POV]

"Guess I overstayed my welcome,” Condor says instead of filling her in on the situation. Ingrid does not encourage him with any acknowledgement of his poor attempt at a joke. [Hunnigan POV]

“Who the fuck is throwing that?” Condor demands as soon as he takes a breath, his pitch rising in incredulity. Which, to be fair, is a reasonable reaction to someone tossing around sticks of dynamite on the battlefield. That is a first for Ingrid, too. [Hunnigan POV]

Leon’s back fills her field of view as she stays a few steps behind him. She keeps her hands over her mouth, trying to stop herself from hyperventilating, unable to make a sound because she can’t keep air in her lungs— [Ashley POV]

“If I only cracked jokes when I was in the right mood, I'd never tell another joke again,” Condor says— and despite his easy-going delivery, Ingrid knows that he just gave away the real reason for his out-of-place humor. [Hunnigan POV]

She thought that Leon would make some kind of teasing remark in the same vein as all of his other snarky comments, but he is too busy trying to catch his breath with cracked ribs. He is panting, bleeding, and sweating in a very real, horrible way that was nowhere near the same realm of attractiveness as all those movies made it out to be. [Ashley POV]

Ashley smiles back before she can think too hard on what that means.  Leon's humor is often bad, almost always out of place, but it is intentionally not serious. That is what she holds on to more than anything; the reliability of Leon's sarcasm and terrible jokes no matter the situation. [Ashley's POV]

"I was just folloing orders, Leon—" "Fuck you!" Leon sends the IV pole crashing in Adam's direction. Adam doesn't flinch, which makes Leon even more pissed. "I was there on yours!" [Leon's POV]

He is losing his fight to remain conscious. It reminds Ashley of those nature documentaries where researchers have to sedate an animal to study it. Leon is like that— confused, hostile, lashing out like he has claws and teeth, snarling like a lion. [Ashley's POV]

[sagepinkheart]

Victorian!Reader x Vampire!Miguel O’Hara

YALL DONT UNDERSTAND HOW LONG IVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS SCENARIO IM LITERALLY BLUSHING AND KICKING MY FEET

Warnings/CW: Bl00d, biting, violence, reader gets chased

Crack.

She is now wide awake. This is the third time that she’s heard aggressive rustling from the thorny white roses that lie on her balcony. She doesn’t want to, but she knows that she should investigate. After all, it’s still her palace, even if it is ran by her aristocrat father.

She swings her feet to the side of her bed, her nightgown(https://pin.it/8mKPiAN) draping over as she is slipping into her flats that lie beneath her bed frame. The slapping of the souls of said flats echo through the dark and empty corridors, the only light being the one shining through the big Palladian stained glass windows.

She enjoys the silence. It’s a great contrast from the bustling noise of everyday life in a palace full of elegant snobs and yes men. She strolls with much grace, a trail of white tulle and lace followed behind closely as she dragged her steps. She reaches the entrance to the garden, the place she feels most at ease, and where she can see where the noise is coming from, or who it’s coming from.

༺♥༻

The grass crunched beneath her feet as she took cautious steps through the garden, leaving the glass greenhouse and entering a large field of roses that sprawled for miles. The cool wind blew her gown that dragged along her feet, a chill running up her spine as the night ran cold and moon shined bright.

Crack.

She was grasped out of her trance when she heard the same rustling sound. She approaches the area in which the sound had come from, the hope of a stray cat being her only drive to investigate. As she got closer and closer to an emptier part of the rose field, she saw what looked to be a tall dark figure.

A man maybe? Her eyes adjusted to the darkness of the night, and she was right. A man stood there maliciously, his back facing her. He sported a white shirt which needed to be laced at the neckline with ruffles at the hems and pants a shade of burnt sienna(https://pin.it/6VibqO7). There was a red stain on his shirt, which surprisingly made her feel less threatened. He could just be a drunk from the gala whom overstayed his welcome.

His pointy left ear twitched as she approached him, her intentions to escort him out and get her chauffeur to take him back to his estate. He turned his head to face her, looking over his shoulder. Those eyes, those dastardly crimson eyes. They glowed, like the roses that lie dead around him. She could stare at them forever. She was intrigued, yet, terrified. Her eyes trailed down to what he was standing over.

A corpse that seemed to be one of her nightly watch guards lie dead in front of him.

Her fight-or-flight senses took over as she slowly took a step back. Step after step, her arms folded to her chest with her palms out, her body language telling him to ‘stay back’. Walking turned into running. She turned away and ran through the field, in hopes of signaling one of the servants.

As she turned back to see if he was following her, she was met with his face right in front of her. How could he have ran so fast? Before she could comprehend anything, he pinned her to the ground. The roses squashed under them. He pinned her wrists to the sides of her head, straddling her with his muscular thighs.

They stayed like that for a while, panting while looking into each other’s eyes. She notice that his mouth was oozing blood, assuming it wasn’t his.

She wanted to scream, oh so she wanted to scream her lungs out until steam rose from her throat. Shrill an echoing screech that would alert the whole earth that she was going to die. But she couldn’t. The lump in her throat stopped even the smallest of whines from escaping her lips.

He started to lean over her, the tension thick enough to cut with a butcher knife. Then, he stopped. His face sitting right above the soft skin of her neck. She tensed up. Was he going to kill her? Was he showing mercy? She had no clue. She softened a bit after he had stopped and let out a sigh of relief.

Suddenly, he sunk his teeth into her neck. She let out a hallowing shriek, one she didn’t know she could do. How could his teeth go through her skin so easily?

Amidst the excruciating pain, she felt him start to suck. Wait…she’s heard about this before. A creature with pale skin, sharp fangs, and a desire for blood. But it was surely just a myth…right?

He only had one of the three qualities though. His hair a chestnut brown and his skin a fine caramel. But he had eyes a shade of scarlet and teeth sharper than blades, not to mention he stood a whopping 6’9 ft.

He sunk his teeth deeper, cueing another hair-raising scream. His talons dug into your wrists, instantly causing bruising. Blood started to spill from the open wound on your neck, painting the white roses red. He retracted his fangs and sat up, staring into her eyes as he licked the remaining blood off of his upper lip. There was still some blood on his chin, but she wasn’t going to tell him that. Actually she felt quite faint. A lot of blood had been drawn and the pure shock alone could send her into a coma any minute.

She felt her eyelids get heavy as blood drew from her face, a white cast bestowed upon her skin. He started to take notice of her drowsy expression. He said one word to her. “Rest.” That was the last thing she heard before she fell unconscious, drifting off into a far away land in her head.

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He watched the girl as she lie numb. Her head shifting to the right as her body relaxed. He hadn’t planned to knock her out, but he couldn’t help himself. Her blood was so delectable, like the blood of a new born, or someone who had never been ill. Goodness, he wanted more. He bit down on his wrist, fighting his aggressive temptations. He stood up, staring down at the body in front of him.

She was beautiful. Breathtaking even. If he were human, he would definitely court her as his own. Oh wait…if he were human. Flashbacks of her terrified face flashed through his mind. How could someone like her love a monster like him? His eyes trailed to the bite mark his fangs left on her warm neck. Oh to get another taste before disappearing into the night. He fought himself again, he didn’t want to kill her to fuel his own hunger.

The screams. He knew someone must’ve heard them. He had to hurry to return her to her chambers. He looked back down at her, admiring her beauty. He suddenly heard motion in the palace. This was his cue to escape, but he was not in favor of leaving her lying outside, for fear of another vampire finding her.

He put his hands under upper back and her knee, like a groom carrying a bride. He walked slowly through the field, each step making the roses around him wither. He saw what looked to be her room, the one he had been briefly watching her from. With one step back, he leaped onto the balcony. Pushing back the curtains, he approached her canopy bed. He carefully placed her down on the silk sheets, crossing her arms over her chest. He towered over her resting body, her breathing playing as music through his ears.

It felt like the first time he saw her, at her father’s gathering, which was just another silly event for him to boast about his political success. He still remembers that night, you stood on the side, sipping Claret and Hock wine. Your gown as ravishing as always.

Unexpectedly, fast footsteps were heard around the door. A guard bursts through it, pointing his index finger at the brunette. “Hey!”, he shouts, motioning to the intruder that stands over the woman. The vampire sprints towards the balcony, hopping onto the railing. He glances back at the sleeping woman, taking a final mental image, before dashing off into the night.

I wrote this during school so like it’s kinda rushed, but if y’all want a part 2 or a flashback to the gathering then I’ll be more than happy to serve.😛

[kayrockerqog]

imma compress all my td2023 season two thoughts into one post, so spoilers below particularly for the final four/five episodes

Okay so, I can't be the only one who's super tired of Caleb by the end of the season, right? Like, no, I don't dislike him as a character necessarily, hell, we didn't have much to go off of for a GOOD while, and I'm certainly glad they actually gave him some substance. But like...really? Putting him in the FINALE? Extending his arc so long that it keeps PRIYA in until the final FOUR?? It just makes them both feel like they overstayed their welcome, especially when people like Damien, Zee and Raj got shafted in favour of their plotline, which was ultimately super exhausting compared to others. It also just felt a little...off, especially for Caleb's teammates in the finale basically being "Team Not Julia," that just felt...so sad. And not in a way that was really earned since he was super wishy-washy for the latter half of the game, especially after Damien was eliminated. Like girl how can you go from having nothing to having too much?? What is this, rags to riches? And just to get all of the kinda low points of the season IMO:

Damien was just straight up robbed, and his elimination left a bit of a bad taste in my mouth?? Like there ain't no way DAMIEN would be dumb enough and/or not paranoid enough to NOT take the idol with him to elimination, like, ON HIS PERSON. I don't care that it was hidden at the campfire, there is no way anyone with his personality, especially after saying he moves the damn thing like four times a day, would NOT KEEP IT ON HIM DURING THE CEREMONY!! That's just an unnecessary risk and it got him taken out. Also, Priya voting him out made DOUBLE no sense, like I get Wayne and Raj being sentimental and all but why would Priya vote him over someone else?? I'm still not over Zee's elimination either. Like, yeah, I get why, he spilled a bunch of tea about everybody, but did they just FORGET THE FIRST AND ARGUABLY MOST IMPORTANT BIT OF TEA??? THAT CALEB WAS FUCKING WITH PRIYA'S HEAD??? Why did they spare him of that? Caleb should've gotten more fucking consequences for not updating Zee on the development, especially when you made him PROMISE NOT TO SAY ANYTHING!!! However, there's a lot of good stuff too that I absolutely adored about the later episodes:

MK and Julia's farewell felt really fitting, even if I felt MK should've stayed over her, plus the hug??? the mutual respect??? Chef's commentary???? real. Raj and Wayne continue to be completely endearing, both with Raj's elimination and Wayne's obvious love and care for him even when he's not there. I mean FOR CRYING OUT LOUD, his worst fear at the time was having to compete AGAINST Raj instead of with him!!! How precious is that?? Plus the HUG????? RAJ'S FAREWELL?????? EVERYTHING ABOUT IT HAS ME SO GIDDY MAN!! "Bowie, get your dancing shoes!" me, being buried in a pile of the hearts swirling around my head and also just, Bowie in the finale being an icon, as usual, even if he isn't competing. His friendship with Wayne as a result of his relationship with Raj and how he's adapted to their ways of thinking is SO!!!!! GAH!!!!!! HE LEARNED THE HOCKEY TALK!!!!! IM WEAK!!!!!! And everyone on Wayne's team being so genuinely happy to support him, especially those I genuinely would not have expected to be there (Axel, Ripper, Chase) but when I think about it, it makes PERFECT sense, and I'm just,,, AGH!!!!! And while the final three and winner may not have been my first choices, I am ultimately pleased with the ending. Wayne winning makes up for the exhaustion of other plotlines in the season, and really, he played fair and square and won. Much as I wanted Julia to win, I'm glad he did.

now that ive actually seen all the episodes I'm gonna be,,, insane and reblog so much td stuff because obviously, so,, AND IF ANYONE WANTS TO ASK ME MORE QUESTIONS FEEL FREE!!! I WOULD LOVE TO TALK MORE IN DEPTH ABOUT MY THOUGHTS OF THE SEASON!!

[pienhime]

atp i think the world is just telling me ive overstayed my welcome too long and need to get it on with tbh

[kyndaris]

Adrenaline Rush

After slogging through Diablo IV, all the while listening to video essays about terrible authors (thank you ReadswithRachel), there were still a mountain of games that I needed to tackle in order to bring some semblance of order to my ever-growing backlog. But rather than play through yet another hundred-hour adventure, I opted for something far shorter. Enter: Hi-Fi Rush.

While I have very mixed feelings about Microsoft's acquisition of Bethesda and now, it seems, Activision Blizzard, there is no denying that Hi-Fi Rush is a masterpiece of a game that serves as a breath of fresh air for anyone tired of the dull doldrums that come from staring at dirt or uninspired graphic design.

In fact, there is definitely something to be said for choosing a colourful, high contrast and bombastic art style to go with one's game. It certainly livens up the screen and makes everything pop. Something that could not be said of the recent triple-A games that I recently played through.

Beyond that, it just brings a smile to my face to see a game that doesn't take itself too seriously when it comes to world-building. And it's all the better for it.

Too many games these days have gone the realistic grimdark route and it has honestly sapped some of the fun out of what would have been interesting worlds. As a random aside, you can still be grimdark and still have a colourful world filled with a mixture of fun and funny characters.

But back to the game at hand!

Releasing at the start of the year with no fanfare to describe of, Hi-Fi Rush was a sleeper hit for many gamers although it has tracked well with critics. So, when it was on sale on Steam, I went ahead and bought it. And instead of sitting there for years and years, the delay between purchase and me playing it was only a few months, give or take!

What struck me immediately was the art. I loved seeing the bold lines that defined the characters and the environment. Instead of the dreary atmosphere that came from Diablo IV or Forspoken, I was met with a highly saturated world that wasn't afraid of splashing around a little colour.

True, it might not be a colour scheme or graphic choice for every game but it certainly stood out from the stuffy triple-A crowd.

The second thing that I fell in love with were the host of allies, from Peppermint to Macaron, CNMN and finally Korsica. Though the game was fairly short and the time that I spent with them didn't extend to hundreds of hours, I enjoyed what few conversations that Chai had with them and the immediate dynamic that naturally sprung up between them through in-game banter.

This was a game that didn't waste one's time with endless backstory. It was a burst of game that could be replayed if one wanted and did not overstay its welcome.

Combat, too, took on an interesting twist with attacks landing on beat. This provided some extra challenge to combat but never made pulling off combos difficult as I slashed and slammed my way through the Vandelay Technologies offices to bring down the man - or in this particular case, greedy CEO Kale Vandelay.

It also made sense from a narrative perspective with Chai having his music player being inserted into his chest when his broken arm was initially replaced with a robot arm at the start of the game.

And perhaps that's what makes Hi-Fi Rush such a great game. Almost all of the aspects of the game are interconnected - be it the gameplay, the narrative or even the logs that players can pick up. The fact that the game isn't afraid to also poke fun and get a little meta, which only adds to the game's charm.

While the villains were a little one-note, playing into stereotypes, there were also hidden depths to their characters that were often revealed in their boss battles. And what spectacles they were! Especially against Roquefort! That was truly wonderful - especially the homage to Scrooge McDuck's money bin.

Honestly, there were so many iconic moments, it's hard for me to nail down which one was my favourite.

If I had to say what my main gripe with the game was though, I'd say it had to be the lack of healing options during battle except for special abilities. It was also disappointing to see how little Chai recovered when he picked up the small health energy that was scattered around the environment.

Still, it did make the boss battles nailbiting knowing that I could only heal Chai only once I'd managed to fill up the energy bar to use my healing special ability.

As for gameplay that wasn't combat related, while it annoyed me that I couldn't explore every inch without first unlocking another character first, I enjoyed the challenges although I did find the platforming a little finicky on occasion.

Overall, though, Hi-Fi Rush was an excellent palate cleanser after the less than impressive Diablo IV. And while I would have liked to spend more time in the world of Hi-Fi Rush to understand the backstory for a few more of the characters, I enjoyed my time with it - from the zany plans to the humorous gags that are maintained through the entire game like the Vandelay robots rebelling by ensuring all the coffee machines only serving decaf.

Here's hoping that developers learn to break up their usual doom and gloom with something that brings back the joy of gaming. It almost feels like we're returning to the early 2000s when all games needed to have dark broody tortured protagonists except they're also now extending it to the game design and game world. Which, in all honestly, I'm not enjoying.

After all, you can still make gut-punching emotional games and still have a beautiful world to admire!

True, don't go the route of Thor: Love and Thunder but it doesn't need to be another cookie-cutter stale grey world.

[fibo-fibs]

ive overstayed my welcome